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Mara didn’t like the sound of that at all. “I don’t want that thing in me,” she pleaded. “I don’t want any of this.”
The doctor shook his head. “Trust me, girl, you’d way rather have this than a baby in your belly. I do abortions, but why put yourself through that?”
Mara couldn’t stop trembling as the horrid man leaned forward on the stool between her legs. She jumped when the cotton swab touched her sensitive cervix. She moaned with pain when the long, thin tube was pushed up through her cervix, causing a sharp cramp deep inside her womb.
“That’s it,” the doctor said with a triumphant grin, holding up the insertion tube minus the IUD. “I told you it was a piece of cake.”
To her relief, he removed the speculum. Mara ached to close her legs. “Can I get up now?” she begged.
“Not just yet,” the man said. “I’m not quite done with my, uh, examination.” The way he said the word sent a shiver of dread through Mara’s body and she tensed, unsure what to expect.
To her shock, the man began to stroke her labia with his lubricated, gloved fingers. He rubbed hard against her clit with two fingers while slipping a finger of his other hand inside her. “No!” Mara protested, lifting her head. “Stop!” She tensed with revulsion at his touch but didn’t dare try to stop him.
“You know you love it,” the man said with a laugh. “Come on, baby, come for Papa. Show me what a good little slut girl you are.” His finger still inside her, his other hand fell away from her vulva and moved toward his fly. She watched in silent horror as the man pulled his cock from his shorts.
He finger-fucked her with rapid, rough strokes as he pumped his shaft. Mercifully, he came quickly with spasmodic jerks, his disgusting jism spattering her thigh. “Ah,” he sighed happily, pulling his finger from inside her and wiping it on her other thigh. “I needed that.”
He tucked his deflated cock back into his shorts. “You can expect regular, uh, exams on at least a weekly basis.” He gripped his crotch in a rude way. “All part of my primo service.” He bared his teeth like a wild animal. It took Mara a moment to realize he was smiling.
He released her legs from the stirrups and tossed her a paper towel. As Mara wiped his disgusting ejaculate from her legs, he added, “You can sit in the waiting room while I analyze the results, and then, assuming you’re STD-free, Ronaldo and I will take you over for the owners’ inspection.”
Mara moved on shaky legs into the waiting room. She slumped into a chair. The cramps had mostly subsided, but the thought of that foreign object forcibly inserted into her body made her sick, especially when she considered what it meant for her going forward.
She looked around the waiting room and then through the glass partition that separated her from the doctor, her ears pricked for any sound of movement. She heard nothing. Cautiously, she rose from her chair and moved toward the front door, which was flanked on either side by narrow floor-to-ceiling windows.
Slowly, silently, she turned the doorknob, her heart beating fast. It was locked. Mara studied the window frames, looking for release latches. She might just be able to wriggle through one of the windows, if she could get it open.
“Enjoying the view?”
Mara jumped at the sound of the doctor’s voice behind her. She whirled around, instinctively hiding her guilty hands behind her back. “Oh, I—”
“Save it,” he cut her off. “I know what you were doing. Here’s my advice—don’t be stupid.” Mara said nothing. After a moment, he continued, “Here’s the good news—your results were all negative. You’re in the peak of health and ready for inspection.”
The doctor pressed a series of numbers on the keypad below the lock, opened the front door and forcibly guided Mara through. Ronaldo was leaning against the side of the building, a cigarette in his hand. He dropped the cigarette when he saw them, grinding it beneath his foot and then retrieving the butt, which he put into his pocket.
As Ronaldo climbed into the driver’s seat, the doctor pushed Mara down onto the seat and sat beside her so she was firmly wedged between the two men. The doctor placed his hand on the back of her neck as Ronaldo engaged the engine and glided the cart along the path.
He pulled to a stop in front of the bungalow. “I’ll take it from here, amigo,” the doctor said as he climbed out and hauled Mara upright. Ronaldo offered a quick salute and drove away.
His arm tightly around her waist, the doctor hustled her toward the front door. He pressed the buzzer and waited a moment until the lock was released. Opening the door, he pushed Mara in ahead of him.
