Talk of pain
The air in the hospital corridor was thick with the anxious murmurs of patients and their families. Beside them, Maya sat stiffly in a chair, her hands knotted in her lap. Her mother's voice cut through the noise.
"Tell the doctor everything about your pain, okay?" she urged, her gaze intense.
Maya just nodded. She still didn't see the point of bothering a doctor with pain she considered so insignificant.
Just then, a nurse appeared and told them it was their turn. Maya and her mother went into the doctor's room. The door closed softly behind them as they made their way to the chairs. Dr. Vinay looked up from his desk and gestured to the seats with a polite smile. Maya took the patient chair closest to him, while her mother sat in the chair across from him.
"So, tell me what the problem is," he asked Maya.
Maya glanced at her mother, who gave her a slight nod, encouraging her to speak.
Maya took a breath and looked at the doctor. "I get... very severe body pains," she said, her voice low. "Especially during my period."
Dr. Vinay nodded, his expression encouraging. "I see. Can you describe the pains?" he asked, picking up his pen.
Maya's gaze dropped to her lap. "It's my back, and my legs... and my stomach aches. My neck, too," she listed quietly.
"Mhmm, okay," he murmured, writing it down.
His gaze drifted to Maya's mother, who was watching intently. "Ma'am, could you wait outside? It's more comfortable when it's just the doctor and patient," he said with a polite smile.
Maya's mother hesitated but nodded reluctantly, slipping out of the room. Maya sat in the patient's chair, looking around nervously.
Dr. Vinay's gaze returned to her, dropping lower to her mounds under her white kurti. He leaned back in his chair, chewing on a pen.
"So, tell me, what's your name?"
"Maya," she replied.
His nerves tingled at the sight of her alone with him. He scooted his chair closer, his eyes locked onto her boobs.
"Okay, so where did you say the pain is?"
"Back pain," Maya answered, so naive to his intentions.
"Okay, turn around," he said, reaching out to spin her chair.
Now her back was to him, and Maya sat quietly as he pulled the chair right up against hers.
"Ow, what are you doing?" she said, startled.
Vinay gritted his teeth. "Oh, this. I have to check you, right? That's what's wrong with the pain. So if I have to check, I need you closer, don't I?" he explained.
Maya nodded, believing him. Vinay exhaled and placed his hands on her waist, scooting closer until his body pressed tightly against hers. He began rubbing her back, his hands moving up her arms in a kneading massage.
"Tell me, Maya, do you feel good at my hands, huh?" he murmured in her ear.
Maya hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Her body did relax under his touch. His hands then dropped to her stomach, rubbing it before slipping under her dress. He sucked in a sharp breath at the contact of his palms against her soft skin. He traced circles around her navel while his other hand moved up to clutch her shoulder.
He spun her chair to face him. "Did your periods complete?" he asked, his gaze immediately dropping to her chest.
Maya shook her head. "This is the last day, the fifth day," she answered obediently.
He picked up his stethoscope and placed it on her cleavage, pressing it down. Maya instinctively pushed her chest upward, recalling scenes from movies and advice from her mother to please the doctor. Vinay smirked at her cluelessness and pressed the cold plastic against her breasts through her clothes.
"Hiss, ahh," Maya hissed at the sudden pressure.
Vinay looked up. "What? Is it hurting?" he asked.
Maya nodded. Vinay bit his lip coldly. "Then I'll have to squeeze the juice out of these oranges," he said, poking her boobs firmly.
Maya frowned slightly, confused by his words but relieved that he was trying to help.
He placed the stethoscope down and suddenly cupped her heavy breasts. Maya gasped, unsure of what was happening.
"What... what are you doing, doctor?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"I'm just massaging to relieve your pain," he said, his grip tightening as he gave her boobs a rough squeeze. "You want the pain gone, right?"
Maya hissed at the squeeze and hummed in agreement, eager for relief. Vinay was captivated by her softness, his hands seeming to fit her perfectly.
He spent a long time kneading her breasts before finally letting go as the time for his next patient arrived. He leaned back in his chair.
"That was just the first session," he said casually. "You need to keep coming back to the hospital until I release you. And be careful—if you tell anyone about this, your healing could be delayed or it might fail completely."
Maya looked anxious, terrified of the thought of her treatment being ineffective. "No, no, I promise I won't tell a soul," she pleaded.
Vinay sneered at her foolishness and waved her off.
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P.S - This story is strictly a fictional story. Please don't try to relate it to real life
And to people under 18.
This story isn't for you at all. As it contains mature themes.
