1. Prettiest of Birds
Chapter one
Prettiest of Birds
Julian
Present
Pretending to be the good guy is slowly pushing me to a psychotic break. After eight hours of dealing with patients, I start losing it. I can feel the rage right under my skin, my blood running hot with it. The craving to burn all of my patient's cervix overwhelms me. Instead, I collect tissue for the Pap Smear and hand everything to my assistant, Kristin, then walk back to my office. If any of these people had a clue how much I despise mankind, they'd smarten up and run.
Exercise is how I've maintained what remains of my sanity, but it's no longer enough. Lately, I've acquired a much darker habit. In my office, I listen to audios that I extract from the dark web. This one in particular is the screaming and cries of the woman I watched being tortured last night. With my head resting on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling, I let out a long breath, feeling my muscles relax and the craving subside as the sound reminds me of the images.
Sometimes there’s a drop of empathy that makes me hope everything I watch and listen to is fake. I guess those are my good days, but most of the time, the notion of it being real is what calms me. It’s the only thing that keeps everyone around me safe.
I pause the recording when I hear two knocks on my door. Kristin sticks her head in. “It looks like the last patient isn’t going to make it. She’s fifteen minutes late, so I’m gonna head home. Everything is prepared for Monday's first appointment.”
I clear my throat, and increase the pitch of my voice a full two octaves. It’s exhausting, but it’s one more thing I have to do to appear harmless and normal. I learned early after puberty that my natural voice tends to grab people's attention. It's too memorable. “Have a great weekend, Kris.”
“Hey, Doc?”
“Yes?”
“Get some rest, you look exhausted.”She likes pushing my buttons. It makes her feel closer to me, reassuring her that I'm satisfied with her work.
As usual, I roll my eyes, bringing out her smile. “Bye, Kristin.”
I can’t hold the sigh of relief when she finally leaves. With my chair leaning all the way back while listening to the recording, I wait for most of the building to empty so that I don't have to interact with anyone in the elevator or lobby. At six thirty, I pack my laptop to catch up on new procedures and findings at home, change from my lab coat to my suit jacket, and head out to the lobby, where I find the prettiest face entering the clinic, trying to catch her breath.
The long, shiny curtain of black hair makes my heart skip a beat. Slowly, her pale face, big brown eyes and plump, strawberry-red lips turn to me. She has absolutely no make-up on. Interesting. I don’t have a chance to mask my shock at her natural beauty. Fuck!
Apparently, I'm not the only one feeling impressed. Her cheeks turn red. I realize that allowing Kristin to leave before me was a big mistake because my entire body is on fire for this young lady. There's prickling in the tips of my fingers from how much I'm craving to rip her apart.
“Hi–” She’s panting, her voluptuous breasts rising and falling fast under her rayon black business suit and perfectly tucked-in white blouse. I spot a glint of a gold chain with a hummingbird pendant centered right below the beginning of her sternum.The pendant is the only nice thing she's wearing, everything else I would burn. Slowly, my gaze slips back up to hers.
Oh, pretty bird, if only you knew the predator who's admiring your lovely colors. I clear my throat. “Can I help you?”
“I… have… an appointment?”
I smile at her struggle to catch her breath, the sweat on her forehead, her flushed cheeks, the hair sticking to her face. I imagine her like that after I fuck her senseless.
“Ms. Torres?”
“Yes, that's me.”
“You are extremely late for your appointment. I’m Dr. Michaelson.”I extend my hand and she shakes it with a firm grip. Good, so she does have some confidence.
“Nice to meet you. I’m so sorry for being late. The bus took forever to get to my stop, then the traffic caught–”
“Well, I’m sorry, but my staff is gone.”
“Oh no. I’ve been waiting three months for this appointment–"
"That's too bad–" I place my hand in my pocket while my smile sneaks into the corner of my mouth at her desperation.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you can do?”
With narrowed eyes and the slight smile, I bite my bottom lip while wondering if she is questioning me to defy me or out of desperation. I decide it must be the latter when she gives me the equivalent of puppy eyes. My curiosity piques. Why the anxiousness?
“I mean–” These are the words that will change my life, the moment I lose my medical license forever. “Are you comfortable with an examination by me alone?”
“Uh... yeah.” She doesn’t look like it’s okay at all, of course.
I raise my eyebrows at her response, then shake my head at having suggested such a thing at all. Obviously, I have finally lost my sanity. “Ms. Torres, please re-schedule. You can call us on Monday.”
“No. I mean. I’m sure. Please, I can’t wait another three months. You’re not some creeper, are you? Or, can you prescribe me some birth control?”
“If you haven’t been tested for anything, and you’ve engaged in sex or are engaging, or even planning to, you really should be examined first.”
“Okay, so examine me then.” She shrugs, but I can tell she's not confident by the way she's clasping her left elbow with her right palm.
There’s a pause. This is the moment that could dictate a very different course in my life, but I can't resist her. She looks so young, so naive, so raw and beautiful. I could destroy her and mold her to be my pet for the rest of her life. “Fine. Right this way.”
As we enter the inner hallway, lies spill from my mouth too easily. “We’re conducting the Women’s Expansion of Sexual Knowledge survey, and there’s some information missing from your file. Are you okay answering some extra questions and/or taking part in the survey?” I need to get as much personal information on her as possible.
“Sure.” She shrugs again, completely unaware of how much deeper she’s walking into a monster’s den. Her naivety stuns every particle in my body into cheering.This is what I've been needing.
Once inside the examination room, I hand her a hospital gown. My eyes scan all the way from her spectacular face down her body, and I fail to stop myself from licking my lips. “I’ll be back.” I exit the room to give her the illusion of privacy but also to keep her safe because the heat in my veins is intensifying.
In my office, I realize the little bitch had me at hello and now here I am, risking my career so she can go fuck some piece of shit. Yeah, over my fucking dead body. I take deep breaths and wait to calm down.
When I return with my lab coat on and all the equipment Kristin prepared for Monday, she’s already sitting on the bed, ready. “So, your name is Astoria Torres?”
“Yeah. I just moved across town to be closer to my job. Still trying to figure out life outside the college campus. All the other OBGYN clinics were booked.” She fakes a chuckle, letting me know she’s feeling vulnerable. It's when I lift my eyes from her file to meet her gaze.
“How did you hear about us?”
“My best friend, Mindy, comes here. She got me the appointment.”
“We’ll have to thank Mindy for the recommendation.” I smile at her to help her relax, and she returns it, dazzling my world. The sun hasn't risen in years, not since the morning after I pummeled Molly. Yet, here it is.
“Okay. The survey has some uncomfortable questions, but it’s all with the goal to follow women’s sexual journeys and improving your experiences by avoiding mistakes and hardships.”
Poor pretty bird. It’s too late Astoria, you’ve already committed every fucking mistake in the book. You met me. Alone. She nods, not realizing that I'm salivating over what I want to do to her body and mind.
“You’re twenty-two?” She’s the same age Molly was that night.
She nods, biting a corner of her lower lip. Nervous, definitely. Insecure, probably.
“Where did you obtain most of your knowledge about sex? Was it your parents, school, friends, through experience?”
“Well… not from my mom. Um… She started calling me a whore pretty early, so I didn’t touch that subject with a ten-foot pole." Astoria titters. "I guess friends, school and experience.”
“I see. How early did she show this aversion to the subject?”
“I was five.” Her tone makes it clear that she doesn’t want to discuss this further. Given her shocking answer and how she curves into herself, I conclude her mother is abusive.
“Do you… still live with your mom?”
“No. Thank God. I live alone.”
Alone. Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the word.“How many sexual partners have you had?”
“Two. I think I’m a serial monogamist?” She chuckles, unaware of how perfect that makes her for me.
“Have you ever been pregnant?”
“No, and I don’t want to be. That’s why I’m so eager to get this done.”
“Okay. We’ll discuss, and take care of that.”
“How often did you have sex with your last partner?”
“Uhh. Um. Ah–we… only did it twice?” She winces at her last word.
“Twice. Okay." I nod as I write her response on a blank sheet of paper. "How long did your relationship last?”
“I was with him for three years. And we broke up three years ago... Three and three.” Another nervous chuckle. “I just want to move on, you know? Give love a chance.” She bites her bottom lip and looks at the tile on the floor.
I pretend not to notice her crimson-colored cheeks and resist dropping my mouth open, nodding. “Of course. On those two occasions, did you ever orgasm?”
“Uh-um.” She fidgets, averting her gaze. “No.”
“What about with your other partner?”
“No.”
“How many times did you engage in sex with your other partner? Do you remember?”
“Uh... about five times.”
I nod. “Have you ever been a victim of physical, or sexual abuse, Ms. Torres?”
She stares at me, her face draining of color.
"Ms. Torres? Have any of your sexual experiences lacked your consent? You didn’t say yes?”
“Um. Yeah. I mean… I’ve never said yes.” Astoria lowers her voice to explain, swallows, and doesn’t dare look my way. She doesn’t want to tell me the truth.
It’s the moment I know with every bone in my body that none of this is an accident. I don’t believe in coincidences, and meeting Astoria is definitely not one.
Molly…
“You never said yes to your last boyfriend?”
“Um.”
I’m soaking up her discomfort and extending it by waiting for an answer instead of acknowledging the obvious. She never wanted to have sex. If it would’ve been up to her, she’d still be a virgin for me. How cute and generous of her. Maybe I should get the boyfriends’ names. No. No, I shouldn’t, because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from yanking out their lungs.
“I never said yes to either of them.”
I ask her all the usual questions about her age, menstrual cycle, quickly gathering that although she is a fully grown woman, she has no idea how her body works.
“What sort of work do you do?”
“Accounting.”
Well, that explains it. She probably had very little biology education. She’s never orgasmed, is practically a virgin, and has little knowledge about sex and her body. Since she's never climaxed, she finds masturbating to be a waste of time. An unshakable sense of shock invades my every thought because I can’t believe how perfect she is for me.
“Do you have any particular concerns besides birth control?”
“Yes, actually. I suffer extremely painful menstrual cramps. I can’t go anywhere on the first day because I’m in risk of fainting, vomiting–everything.”
“Extreme cramps can result from endometriosis, uterine fibroids, among other causes. I would advise to change your diet so you’re consuming more omega-3 fatty acids, and perhaps more exercising. Have you ever been given these recommendations for your condition?"
“No."
"Oh, okay."
"But… What's endometriosis?”
"It's when the tissue inside the uterus starts growing on the outside. An ultrasound isn't always guaranteed to detect it so if the diet and exercise change doesn’t work, we're going to have to schedule you for minor surgery. But we can discuss that possibility on your next visit. Fibroids can be detected with the ultrasound so I can do that today after the Pap Smear.”
I let out a quick, heavy breath while reminding myself to collect enough tissue to check for every disease possible. If I could check for ovarian tumors or any problem with her ovaries right now, I would. I've only known her a few minutes and already I want to make sure I will not lose her too.
MINE.
“Now, lie back and try to relax.”
Just the sound of her letting out a long, tremblingbreath makes my cock stiffen. Her naked feet on the stirrups…
“Scoot a little closer,” I remind her.
Her paper gown makes that sound again. This has never happened before. I look at hundreds of vaginas every week and think nothing of it. It’s different with her. Even before I gently push her legs apart with my flat gloved palms on her inner thighs, it’s different. In that instant, I can’t control myself. Her glistening pussy screams for me to please, devour, and hurt it under the heat of the lamp. I lower my face between her legs, closing my eyes, drawing my face close enough for her to feel my breath, taking in the addicting smell of her. Perfectly sweet, like that wintry night with Molly…
I wish I could have her now. “This might sting a little.” I try to hide the joy in my tone at the thought of hurting her, then push the speculum in, pretending I didn’t mean for it to hurt and say, “Try to relax.”
She fails at resisting to moan. "Take a deep breath." Some women describe it as being punched in the stomach. Honestly speaking, the system makes it too easy, almost boring. Here I am, jamming this cold metal tool from hell inside her and the responsibility is on her . She is the one not relaxing enough. Picturing baby vomit helps me resist laughing. I still need to remain professional, after all.
I scrape, push and pinch at her cervix. It’s obvious when it becomes too painful for her because she grabs onto the bed, her knuckles turning white. Her panicked, heavy breathing replaces the silence in the room. Her body is rigid and trembling. She is true perfection. I need to hear her cry like I need my next breath of oxygen.
“Just a little more.” It’s what I said to Molly as she begged me to stop. The memory, and watching and hearing Astoria now has my cock throbbing.
I take in her attempt at a brave front, but with the next scrape, she squirms and whimpers. Not the sound I wanted, but still a delightful treat after decades of nothing. Since I can’t reveal my true intentions, I have no choice but to stop. She’s very sensitive, making her even more perfect for me. It’s enough to show me she’s never given birth.
My darling… suffering, terrified and panting, for me.
“Okay, that’s it. Everything seems fine. I collected tissue to check for dysplasia or cervical cancer–” I say as I stand up, pulling out the speculum, taking notice of how both of her legs tremble.
Sweet Jesus.
“You think I may have that?” Panic fills her eyes and voice as she raises her upper body.
“No. It’s a standard procedure. Your insurance covers it.” The truth is, I’ll have to pay for all of this since everything I’m doing is completely illegal.
“Oh. Okay. Thank you.”
She’s thanking me for hurting her. Hilarious. I can’t help but stare at her round, enormous, lost eyes. “You may experience some cramping, bleeding and/or soreness.”
She nods once with a fake smile.
“Okay, now let’s take a look with the ultrasound,” I say as I turn the monitor on and roll the equipment closer. A slight moan comes out of her as the probe slides deep into her. I check on the monitor for fibroids and find none. “Good news, no fibroids.”
“Great.”
After I roll the probe and device away from us, I ask her, “How are you feeling?”
“Yes.” My eye brows scrunch up at her breathy non-sensical answer.She clears her throat in an attempt to even out her voice. “Yes, I’m fine.” There’s no way she could be fine. I made sure of it.
“There’s a cream that can help numb the pain,” I lie while searching in the drawers for lubrication. It will not calm her discomfort. “Lie back down.” The words come out a little too hasty and commanding, but the way she blindly obeys me hardens my dick even more. Thank heavens for my lab coat.
With new gloves, I apply a plethora of the gel to my two fingers and slip them into her incredibly tight pussy. Under normal circumstances, Kristin would apply it before the examination, but I want to reward my new pretty little bird for having such spectacular manners and thanking me. She’s never, ever climaxed, so I’m practically saving her life.
Astoria gasps as my fingers fill her, and tightens around them with great pressure.
Jesus Christ.
She's that responsive? Even with the gloves on, she feels like heaven, though way too tight for my cock. I continue until her breathing hitches and her toes curl. She swallows deep and a low whimper escapes her. Her legs open for more.
“Astoria,” I call and watch her legs snap close. With my other hand I gently pull them apart again while continuing the plunging of my fingers into her. Never would I call any other patient by her first name, but this is my little bird.
“Hmm?” It’s a high pitch moan, full of pleasure.
“Is that soothing the pain? It should be numbing by now.” I’ve put her in an awkward situation. Since the cream should do nothing to alleviate the pain, she can either ask me to finger her more in search of relief and risk climaxing or she could lie to me and continue suffering. Astoria struggles to answer, conflicted. It’s all about consistency, so I don’t dare stop or change the speed or rhythm.
Her pussy tightens more and more, so hungry, begging for me to make it come. Her juices leak onto the paper blanket underneath her. She struggles to talk, but eventually lets out a breathy yes. I pull my fingers out. Her cheeks are red and I can tell she’s almost sweating. Peeking from under her gown are her hard nipples. Her toes are the only part of her feet touching the stirrups.
“Okay Ms. Torres, that will be all for today. If you’d like, we can schedule another appointment in three months. That way, we give you enough time to establish a new diet and exercise routine.”
The poor thing is so turned on she can only moan and nod. She wants more. Did she lie to me when she said she’d never climaxed before? The possibility makes my eyebrows furrow with rage. I will not tolerate lies. She's so sensitive that only an idiot could fail to make her come. It’s too easy. Suddenly, I remember. It’s all a fantasy. She’s forbidden. Not only am I her doctor, but I’m ten years her elder. For fuck sakes, she was ten years old when I was twenty. Sick fuck. Yeah, that does nothing to calm me. In fact, I want her more.
I wait for her outside the room to guide her back to the lobby, where I sigh as I step behind Kristin’s desk and schedule her appointment for the same time of the day, hoping to the heavens above she’ll be late again.
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Goodbye, Ms. Torres.”
“You can call me Tory.” She smiles, and when she sees no change on my face, her cheeks grow crimson.
“Have a pleasant weekend, Ms. Torres.”
As soon as she leaves, I lock every door behind her all the way back to my office. I unzip my pants as if they are on fire, take out my cock and jerk it. Closing my eyes, I lean back, thinking of how she smelled, how wet she got, and how she squirmed.
I’ve fantasized about something like this happening forever. My depraved mind pictures it every fucking night when I go to sleep. On the weekends, I reconfigure my house so I can picture it more vividly. Molly in a cell down in my basement, waiting for me to fuck her every hole while she screams no, and every single no, echoing. Now, Astoria has replaced Molly in that fantasy.
Astoria…
What a delicious name. I didn’t think I would find her, my perfect little victim.
“As–to–ria,” I whisper, drawing it out with each yank. Her name is perfect, screaming old money to me but so gentle to pronounce at first. “As” and then hard “toria.” Yes, that’s how I’ll fuck her, soft and then hard. At least when she has made me happy, otherwise I’ll have her begging to die. Fuck, I want her right now.
The little whore wants me, too. She fucking wants me .
No other patient has been so forward about wanting to get personal. She wants me. And she wants me to call her Tory while I fuck that almost virgin pussy of hers. I need to have her tonight. I’ll break into her house and fuck her ‘til she dies, and fuck her even more after. These are the thoughts coursing through my mind as my balls grow heavy. It’s when I remember the golden hummingbird necklace that the come shoots out of my cock with so much pressure. I feel like I’m going to die from the chest pains my heavy breathing causes.
What is she thinking as she walks home? Then I remember she takes the bus. That’s not safe at all. Here I am, satisfying myself instead of keeping my new heaven-sent sweet treasure safe. Did I learn nothing from Molly? If any other man forces himself on her…
I’ve never killed but I will kill for her.
I gather all my stuff including some syringes, and rush out of the office. When I step outside the building, I scan the streets for her. She’s nowhere to be seen, but it’s easy for me to find out everything about her, and that’s what I’ll do tonight.