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Ushka. Lonely. Bored... Her dolls didn't keep her entertained anymore. Her thoughts were nasty...
She played with her toys...
She felt nothing...
Mimi got up and walked around, going to find the doctor. He was talking to himself again. He was clearly busy. She could practically hear the blood falling to the floor. He wouldn't be out of that damn lab for hours.
Ushka walked around, desperate for entertainment. Entertainment, something to cure her boredom, her loneliness.
That hollow feeling in her heart.
It'd been ages since the doctor punished her so roughly...
What she'd give to feel his fingers against her skin, to feel his larger body pressing against her. No matter rough or light, she craved the touch.
What month was it??
What was the year?
The date?
How old was she?
Why the hell was she so obsessed with this doctor??
The same doctor that couldn't give a damn to pay her any attention.
She felt so needy, so clingy.
Mimi knew better than to waltz Into Masacriks lab, asking for attention.
The only thing she'd earn was a harsh slap to the cheek and most likely a choking.
She didn't want to pass out...
Her body was so warm and needy.
What was this horrible feeling??
The same feeling that she felt when she thought of the doctor?
Only when she thought of the doctor.
It was like he had such a heavy effect on her.
This warm, dazed feeling. It wasn't her medication. Well, the one she didn't know she was on. For all she knew it was regular milk in her cereal...
Other than that.
The warm achy feeling in her chest and gut. The same warm feeling that's heavy right between her thighs.
It was unbearable...
It was hard to ignore...
The only one who could possibly cure it was the doctor...
All these thoughts ran through her head. She laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling fan. All these thoughts. And that pain in her gut. She couldn't stop the huffs and puffs that left her chest. She was warm...
Mimi turned her head. The doctor's shoes...
Everything reminded her of him.
Maybe she was just nervous. Maybe she was just sick. Why else would she be so red in the face?
Ushka got up from the floor shaking and walked off to bed. The shared bed her and the doctor slept in. The one she might get cuddles from. The one she might get pushed off of completely.
Mimi was about to lay down. She saw his coat. His coat on the floor.
Ushka should clean up, she thought to herself.
She picked up the coat. Immediately, she noticed such a strong scent from it. Dried blood and his sweat.
It definitely needed a wash.
The scent was strong.
Her head started to spin.
Why did it smell good??
Mimi sat on her knees, holding the coat close to her chest. She leaned in and took a deep sniff of it.
It smelt exactly like him.
The ache between her thighs was strong. How could she not want to smell him? The doctor's smelly coat was right in front of her!
Ushka hurried her face Into the coat, breathing in the scent as deeply as she could. It smelt so fucking amazing...
Her mind went wild. His hand. His body...
His touch. The way he'd roughly treat her. The soft kisses, the rough ones, his hands, his smelly stink, his voice, his weight on her.
It was driving her insane.
Mimi's hips were thrusting all by themselves, subconsciously to her. Thrusting into the air. Grinding against nothing.
She thought of him pinning her to a wall, feeling up her sides. Giving those empty praises. The thought of him pulling out his thick cock, shoving it down her throat as she choked on it. The way he'd sadistically laugh about it.
He hand moved down, underneath her tights and panties. Right to her wet, throbbing pussy. She wasn't allowed to touch herself...
She wasn't even sure what the feeling was called...
She did what the doctor would do.
Mimi pushed her middle finger to her clit, rubbing gently. It earned a soft moan from her lips.
Her thoughts full of him.
The doctor once strapped her tightly against an operation table. She couldn't squirm too much, or it'd earn her a scolding. She had her thighs forced apart, a vibrator roughly shoved into her bare, unprepared cunt. He'd set it to the highest level he could. The vibrator did it's job quickly. It only took her 7 minutes to cum off of it. He never tugged the toy out of her. It kept going... Masacrik watched for an hour straight as the toy overstimulated the poor girl's pussy. A whole hour... She'd cum 11 separate times before he got bored of her cries and screams.
The thought hit her extra harshly. She was merely a toy to the man.
Ushkas fingers got faster, rougher. She was getting so close to something. The same thing that felt good...
She was having a hard time being quiet. Her whines and cries could be heard without much effort. She could barely control herself.
She only thought of what would happen when the doctor caught her touching herself on his favorite lab coat...
She kept going, faster and faster, panting his name pathetically.
More and more, the feeling built up...
The final thing that took her over the edge was how he'd praise her. Empty, but the tone he used always got to her head. The soft touches he used. The mix of her cereal medicine and those damn praises left her complaint and dependent.
She had gained an addiction to the mystery medicine In her cereal each morning.
She got shaky without it.
Of course, she didn't know that...
Those soft words mixed with that dazed feeling...
"Хороший котенок..."
He'd mumble right in her ear.
"Моя драгоценная... Мой любимый человек..."
Masacrik would whisper against her neck warmly.
It pushed her over the edge. Her grinding got fast, her fingers more desperate. Mimi was so loud... Her back arched and her cries of pure ecstasy.
She called out the doctor's name like a cat in heat.
She came right in her pants.
She huffed and puffed, her face red and sweaty. Ushka laid back on the floor, taking in her breath and letting the orgasm wash over her...
Little did she know...
The doctor was holding in his cackles.
That was really pathetic....
And right on his lab coat too?
Oh.... What fun to leave her desperate like that. To leave her to her own devices.
It was an experiment all on its own. His every action was calculated. From. The empty praise, to ignoring her, to hitting her, to scolding her, to actually fucking her.
It was all to see what this kind of horrible treatment would do to one's mind.
He chuckled quietly to himself and walked off to his lab to go write his findings.
Ushka was still completely obsessed with him…