With a grunt, he began fucking my mouth, while caressing my head and murmuring endearments.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “Keep going, suck that dick, take it in all the way.”
I kept my eyes closed, pretending it was my brothers, and let him fuck my mouth, enjoying it but also keeping in mind that this was for my baby, for the fathers of my child. He heaved again and again, stroking my face, trailing his fingers gently along the curve of my cheek, until with a gasp, he came hard.
“Ahhhh!” he growled, shoving deep, as rope after rope of pre-cum shot down my throat. I tried to gulp as much as possible, but there was so much that I began drooling, the sperm running in hot, heavy drips down my chin.
“Ahhh!” Dr. Johnson cried again, his dick spasming hotly, the white exploding in hot bursts, overwhelming me. I cried out, choking, the man milk spurting out of my nose and mouth, there was just too much liquid and I was literally drowning in sperm.
He pulled out quickly, wincing as I accidentally dragged my teeth against the soft skin of his cock pole.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asked. “Let me get you some tissues.”
I was coughing, my eyes watery as I heaved again and again, and the doctor pounded me on my back while handing me a handful of paper towels. I wiped myself as best I could, his steamy gloop all over my face, neck and chest, pulling the hospital gown off to make sure I caught every drop.
I paused, because Dr. Johnson had gone utterly still. I looked up and saw him gazing at my nude body. Sure, there were some bruises around my waist, some nip marks on my breasts from my brothers’ teeth, but I was otherwise pale and slim, perfectly formed, my boobs delicious and cunny slightly pink and moist.
“Fuck, you’re a beautiful woman,” he ground out. “If I didn’t have to do a rape kit, I would surely fuck you again, just to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my dick.”
“Dr. Johnson!” I gasped. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, he had just breached every precept of medical ethics, and if I didn’t get that “No Rape” opinion, I was reporting him to the professional board.
I smiled at him. “Dr. Johnson, isn’t it time to take those naked pictures of me?” I flirted, striking a seductive pose. He groaned, getting out his camera, and the shutter began to whir.#p#分页标题#e#
CHAPTER FOUR
Morgan
“Brothers!” I cried joyfully into the phone mounted on the wall. I was at the State penitentiary, where Morgan and Cole were being held. After the erotic medical exam, I’d gone home, the doctor assuring my mom that I was fine for the time being.
“Ma’am, Morgan is doing well, considering the circumstances,” he soothed. “Just take her home and get some rest, it’s 3 a.m.,” he said.
“Is she okay though? Is my baby girl okay?” pleaded my mom.
My stepdad glowered. “Those rapists fucking raped her, and I want you to document that,” he said.
Dr. Johnson’s face remained bland. “Of course, Mr. Kingsley, that’s my job. I examined Morgan and will provide an objective analysis of her condition, available for your perusal in my report,” he concluded.
Gerald stomped off. He wasn’t used to someone who stood his ground, who wasn’t a yes man. No wonder he had trouble with my brothers. They were independent and didn’t kowtow to Gerald’s demands.
But Mom bundled me into a blanket, and we drove home, dropping exhaustedly into sleep after the dramatic night. I only hoped that my oral session with the doctor paid off, even if I was too ashamed to admit what I’d done to my brothers.
“Landon, how are you and Cole doing?” I said softly into the phone. Because there was no party line, Landon was on the phone while Cole waited behind him, both of them in orange jumpsuits. It broke my heart to see them like this, treated as common criminals when there was no crime.
Landon smiled at me through the plastic divider, putting his palm on the transparent material. I immediately put my hand up to mirror his, as if we could feel each other’s skin through the pane.
He smiled at me and said, “We’re okay, little sis. A public defender’s meeting with us today, but we’re going to see if one of our friends can’t help us get together the funds for a fancy defense attorney.”
I gasped. “Do you have enough? Lawyers are expensive. I could ask …” my voice trailed off. The fact that there was no one I could ask, I had no money and my sole source of financial support was Gerald.
Landon smiled at me. “Don’t worry little sis, we have more than enough cash, we just need someone to access our accounts, pay the retainer for the lawyer, all that stuff. We’ve refused to talk without an attorney, so it’s the first step to getting out of this shithole.”