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Pet.
That’s who you were to the circus, a pretty little puppy, a service animal of sorts. You calmed Pierrot, entertained Jester, entertained Harlequin, helped Ticket Taker with his bookkeeping. And to the Doctor, well…
“The needle is bigger than it looks, sweetie,” he drawled, his tone thick with amusement. While he wasn’t permitted to do anything that might actually harm you, thanks to Pierrot’s instability, he did get a kick out of making you try his newest… concoctions.
You winced, drawing back just slightly as he neared with the syringe. Your hands pulled taught at the restraints around your wrists, your feet digging into the floor as if it could swallow you whole.
You didn’t… hate the Doctor, exactly, but you much preferred his experiments that didn’t involve needles. The oils that made you dizzy, the sweets that made your mind fuzzy and your heart race… you almost enjoyed them, letting yourself float while the Doctor carefully charted down your vitals, seeing just how much you could take before your mind slipped farther than he wanted. You trusted him to pull you back when you needed it.
But with the needles-
“Are you sure it’s safe?” you squeaked, instinctively inching away as the syringe neared you. He chuckled.
“Sweetie, when have I ever harmed you?” he drawled out with a teasing lilt, waving the syringe in your line of sight as you watched with baited breath. “Besides,” he continued, “if anything happens, I’ll be here to fix you up. Don’t you trust your dear Doctor?” he cooed, voice low and soothing despite the sadistic tinge at the end of his words.
Fucking sadist… you thought, glancing up to make eye contact- er, mask contact. He liked knowing you had no true way to gauge his emotions, having to trust only his voice to give way to his true thoughts. “Wha- What does this one do anyway?” you asked meekly, already knowing he likely wouldn’t tell you.
“it’ll ruin the experiment, dear,” he said in a condescending tone, placing the pill on your tongue before forcing your mouth closed. You fought against his grip, nearly gagging at the taste. “Just swallow it, it’s alright,” he said, tone edged with sarcasm. Your first… ‘experiment’ with the doctor gave you a lot of insight into how he functioned, however, that happened to be reliant on your complete and utter ignorance on what ‘should’ happen.
You shuddered at the memory. He was always quick to comfort your fears, but only after he’d had his fun.
“You know I can’t tell you that… it’ll ruin my hypothesis, little one,” he drawled out, his accent only thickening as he used your distracted mind as an opportunity to line the syringe up to your thigh. “Breath in for me,” he instructed. You obeyed, taking a deep breath as the needle entered your thigh, just below the hospital gown’s hem. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetie. Such a good little patient, listening so well…” the Doctor purred out, pulling the needle out and pressing his thumb over the wound, prepping his bandage and placing it on your thigh.
You took a shuddering breath, whimpering softly as he patched you up. You were never a big fan of needles, but even with the Doctor’s sadistic streak, he always calmed you when it came to your slight phobia.
“So… when will I feel it?” you asked, blinking up at him with stupid trust. He chuckled.
“You won’t feel this one until it’s too late. Now, how are you feeling?” he asked, clipboard at the ready. You thought for a moment, before responding.
“Umm… it’s a little warm in here. Yeah, definitely. But nothing else any different than before,” you nodded. He hummed, noting down your words before checking his watch, noting the time down as well before setting his clipboard down.
He knelt in front of you, though with your massive height difference, he was now at eye level. The Doctor leaned in, close enough you could hear his breathing behind his mask.
“Can I ask you a question, little one?” he purred, one hand coming up to trace your jawline gently. You shivered, the contact causing sparks to bloom under the surface of the skin he gently caressed. You swallowed thickly, nodding. He leaned in, until the thick leather of his mask teased the shell of your ear. “How many times have you been touched by the monsters here?” he asked, breathing heavily behind his mask.
“Huh?!” you exclaimed, louder than you meant. He stayed in place, looking into your eyes with curiosity. You cleared your throat, trying to will back your embarrassment. “I-I, uh, well, Pierrot always cuddles me when I sleep in his tent. And you know Harlequin is always affectionate-“
“Don’t play dense, sweetie. We’re adults here, and I’ve heard your screams on many nights,” he tutted, “maybe I should ask differently,” he tilted your head to the side with two fingers, his breath loud against the mask as he spoke into your ear. “Who all has gotten their hands on you?” he purred.
“Just- just the two,” you stammered. The temperature in the room felt warmer, enough for you to squirm in your seat. The doctor seemed to be satisfied with your honesty, patting your head like one would a beloved pet.
“Sweet human,” he praised, hand tracing down your face gently to cup your cheek in his large palm. As if on instinct, you nuzzled into the cool leather. “And how many times do you orgasm from their actions, sweetie?” he asked. Your face bloomed a steady red.
“U-uh, a good amount of the time, I guess?” you said, trying to avoid going into detail. He tilted his head toward you, letting you know he wouldn’t be satisfied with such a vague answer. You sighed. “Like, 60%?” you answered. He nodded, but stayed silent. You squirmed in the chair, a restless energy settling just beneath your skin, buzzing incessantly. “Well, Harlequin sometimes just uses my mouth, so I don’t when he’s in those moods. Anything else though and I cum. And Pierrot is always sweet, but he’s not the most experienced, so sometimes the enthusiasm doesn’t quite make up for it…” you mumbled out quickly, eager to fill the tense silence. Luckily, he seemed satisfied, backing away to pick his clipboard up again, noting something down. You glanced around, tense. Was it always this warm in here?
“I see. And during times you don’t experience sexual release, do you feel frustrated?” he asked. You glared at him half heartedly.
“No shit. But I don’t mind, really. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind getting me off if I asked, but sometimes I’m just too tired to ask,” you muttered, temper uncharacteristically short. Your breath was faster than before, eyes glancing around erratically. The Doctor hummed, amused.
“You do know the body stores that frustration, right?” he tilted his head toward you. You nodded. “And I would hate for you to suffer because of their… selfishness,” he continued, putting the clipboard down once again. You found yourself tracking his movements much like a predator would prey.
He knelt in front of you once again, both hands cupping your face now. “Sweetie, are you frustrated right now?” he hummed, rubbing his gloved thumbs over your cheekbones, the motion almost reverent.
“N-no,” you lied. You felt bad for getting so worked up during an experiment- what was the experiment again? You couldn’t quite remember, your brain quietly slipping out of your grasp. He tutted, tilting your head like he was looking for something.
You tried to speak again, but your words slurred, drool dripping down your lips and onto the gown. You heard the Doctor chuckle behind his mask as he stepped back.
“You lie, but that aphrodisiac in your system tells only the truth, little one,” he hummed in a pleased tone. Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him. “Don’t give me that look, I told you you wouldn’t know until it hit you,” he chuckled.
The heat in the room seemed to swell. You felt the cool sweat begin to bead on your neck, your breath coming in heavier, faster. “Please,” you slurred out, the words you were trying to summon only returning with a desperate plea.
“Mm, I know sweetie, it’s so hot, isn’t it? And you must feel so needy, hm? You need your dear Doctor to make it better?” he cooed, his tone thick with condescension. You whimpered, mouth opening with a pant as your hips dug into the chair beneath you, trying to soothe that incessant buzz.
“‘s hot,” you whined, looking up at him needily.
“I know, sweetie, and you’re being so good for me. Such a perfect little patient,” he purred, moving behind the curtain beside you, pulling out a medical tray. Your eyes went from pitiful and needy to wide, almost terrified. You tugged at your restraints, panting at the effort. You didn’t know what the doctor had in store, but with the toys laid out on his tray, you didn’t think you wanted to find out.
“P-please, I’ll be good, Doctor-“ you slurred. He chuckled, and you just knew he was grinning wide behind that mask of his, drinking in your fear.
“Come, don’t look so terrified, dear. Surely you’ve experimented with a few of these before?” he asked. Sure, you had, but seeing the sizable glass dildo next to the vibrator next to the rose made you seize up. Did he plan on using all of those tonight??
He gently undid your restraints, picking you up like one would a stray cat. You wiggled in his grasp a bit, but you knew you couldn’t outrun him. Still, you wanted your displease to be known. He placed you on the exam table, and you curled up, trying to avoid the restraints. He grunted softly, pinning one wrist down as he strapped it. You whined, wincing as he tied the other. When he moved to your thighs, you really began to fight.
“Doctor, don’t- please, just touch me,” you tried to bargain. He glowered up at you, his large hands pinning your thighs down hard, leaving you completely immobile.
“Sweetie, the more you struggle, the more I want to see how far I can push you. If you don’t want that, then I suggest you obey.” he growled out, tightening the strap around one thigh. You stilled, whimpering in fear as he began to tighten the other.
Despite his tone, you knew he wasn’t truly displeased. You knew that, either way, he was going to have his fun with you. As you laid on the table, exposed, he pulled the tray over.
“Now, what do you want to start with?” he asked. Not waiting for a response, he continued. “Ah, you’re so right, sweetie, the vibrator is a good choice,” he hummed with glee, picking it up. As usual, you had nothing on under your gown. Normally, that didn’t mean much, but right now it made you shudder. He placed the vibrator right at your clit, letting it rest there without turning it on. You moaned softly, eyes rolling back as the aphrodisiac won over, the slight pressure on your clit making you melt. You heard him snicker behind his mask. “That needy?” he asked. You whined.
“Agh- fuck-!” you cried, teeth clenching as he turned the vibrator on. It felt like every nerve was amplified, every sense sharpened. You were sure the vibrator was on a low setting, but the way your back arched, you’d think it was on high. “Doctor, ‘s good. M-more-“ you gasped out, rolling your hips against it. Your previous fear was forgotten, the drug in your system demanding your full attention.
“There we go, sweetie. See how good it feels to be good for me?” he asked, affection entering his tone. The hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator landed gently on your chest, tracing over your curves. He moved down to the flesh of your stomach, palm splayed over it, dwarfing you. “All you need to do is let me know when you're cumming. I’ll worry about the everything else,” he assured. You shuddered, biting your lip as you whimpered, barely managing a nod.
The vibrator suddenly got stronger, the Doctor turning up the setting as he slowly rolled it against your clit. You keened, back arching as you panted. You swore you didn’t normally cum this fast, but, “-‘m cumming-!” you whimpered, eyes lolling back as your hips jerked against the toy as best they could while still restrained. He hummed above you, hand still on your tummy as he rode you through your orgasm.
As you came down, you felt the hospital gown being pulled off you. Guess they tie on for a reason you thought distantly. Despite cumming already, the room still felt hot, and your cunt pulsed, making you pout. Still, your previous orgasm left you more sensitive than before.
The Doctor giggled derangedly as you put the vibrator away, instead holding a glass didlo. It was large, nearly as large as Pierrot’s cock (which you already struggled to take). Despite your sensitivity, you felt dizzy at the idea of it entering you, drool dripping down your face. “Aw, sweetie, are you still needy?” he cooed, bracing the toy at your entrance. You seethed slightly at the cold feeling against you, but still, you nodded.
“Want it in me, please Doctor,” you moaned, looking up at him pleadingly.
“No need to give me those doe eyes, dear. Though I can’t say they aren’t enticing. Like I said, all you need to worry about is warning me of your orgasms, for my experiment,” he soothed. Before you could go through the mental process of trying to remember that this was still an experiment, he pushed the toy inside you, making you gasp.
“M-more-!” you demanded almost brattily, mouth falling open as your eyes rolled back. Your hips jerked against the toy as he pushed more inside, a smile spreading across your face at the pleasure.
You couldn’t think, all your thoughts slipping away as soon as they came to you. What was I so scared of? you thought. He’d never hurt me. He makes me feel good.
As if he heard your thoughts, the Doctor leaned down, speaking directly against your ear. “My naive dear, don’t be so quick to trust that this pleasure won’t prove too much for you,” he warned, his words sliding right off your brain. You didn’t care, not when he pumped the dildo inside you like he was fucking you himself. Each push was hard, and angled perfectly at your g-spot, making you lose your mind.
Your eyes were closed at this point, the pleasure turning your mind to mush. Just before you could announce your next orgasm, however, your eyes shot open. “What-“ you started, before nearly shrieking.
The rose toy sucked hard at your clit, your orgasm crashing over you so quickly it felt almost violent. You shrieked, hands balled into fists as your thighs fought hard against their restraints, trying to run from the pleasure. The Doctor laughed, finding pure amusement in how quickly your trust was shattered.
“I did warn you,” he hummed with glee, turning up the suction on the rose. You cried out, fighting your restraints pitifully. “Don’t forget to tell me when you cum,” he reminded. You couldn’t even glare at him, tears falling down your face as the pleasure completely overwhelmed you.
The Doctor nuzzled his head against yours as his hands worked, one pumping the dildo at a punishing pace, the other holding the rose toy firmly in place. You shuddered as you came hard again, head lolling away from him. You looked utterly pitiful, face wet from tears and drool as the Doctor continued to ruin you.
You felt like you were floating, the firm pressure of the restraints and the table leaving you until the only feelings your mind could process were the toys, and the warmth of the doctor. “Sweetie, are you having fun?” he asked. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. You let out a garbled whine, cumming for the fourth time. It was starting to hurt, each orgasm stripping your nerves more and more until they felt raw. After pulling a fifth, and shortly after a sixth orgasm out of you, the Doctor finally relented. He shut off the rose toy, but left the dildo inside of you for now. You panted, each breath edged with a raspy whine.
“Shh, little one, your Doctor is right here,” he cooed, gently moving the hair from your forehead. You tried to look at him, but your eyes wouldn’t stop rolling. You’d lost control of most of your body, even your voice only able to let out whines.
The worst part? Your needy cunt still pulsed, each beat rubbing the dildo against your walls more. Everything was too much, too much but not enough. You grunted, finally managing to look up at the doctor, mumbling something.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but can you speak up? I can’t quite understand you,” he teased, unable to hide the chuckle at the end of his words.
“Fuck me~” you mewled softly. You were exhausted, but god, you needed him. He chuckled, moving back as he shed his hood.
“I figured you would ask that,” he mused, “When I tested this on the fools, the only thing that satiated them was being cum in. Isn’t that interesting, sweetie?” he hummed, straddling your legs on the table. He undid your thigh restraints, wasting no time in pushing your knees to your chest in a mean mating press. The dildo, which was still inside of you, hit a new angle thanks to the repositioning. You cried out, hips trying to arch away. The doctor chuckled, tapping the base of the dildo. “I’m glad I used glass, it’s like I can see inside of you,” he hummed in thought. He traced circles around the base, before slowly pulling it out. You whined, hips wiggling. For more or for a break, you weren’t sure.
“Sweetie, can you look at me?” he asked, almost sweetly. After a few moments, you obliged, gazing up at him with teary eyes. Your eyes immediately widened, your mouth open in a silent scream.
The Doctor was huge. You already struggled with Pierrot’s length, but the sheer size of the Doctor made you almost concerned. He pushed inside of you slowly, and you felt the ridges of his inhuman cock, almost twist as it pushed in. You knew none of them were human, naturally, but their cocks still shocked you. The first time Pierrot knotted you, you thought you’d lose your mind. But feeling the hard ridges spiral around the Doctor’s cock made you thrash.
“I know, sweetie. So good for me, such a good little patient taking me,” he cooed, slowly thrusting inside you. “Just let me use you, and you’ll feel better. It’ll all go away once i cum in you,” he murmured, grunting softly as he bucked into you. One hand pressed against the back of your knees, keeping you in that mean mating press, as his other hand gently rested on the back of your thigh, letting him roll his thumb against your clit. You sobbed, writhing beneath him as you couldn’t do anything but take it.
“D-Doctor- ngh, please-“ you whined. He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you at the needy tone in your voice. His pace had slowly increased, from gentle pushes to a punishing pace, his thighs leaving red marks on your ass from how hard his thrusts were. You shuddered, squeezing hard around him as you came again.
“Fuck, don’t do that, I’ll-“ he growled, thrusts faltering. You gasped, back arching as you felt complete and utter relief flow through you. His cock throbbed hard inside of you, his cum thick and hot as he emptied himself in your cunt.
You weren’t sure how long he came for, but you knew he came a lot. As you played there in the afterglow, you could feel his cum drip out of you. He rested inside of you for a moment, grunting softly as he rolled his hips in little circles, making sure you took every drop. He panted behind his mask as he pulled out. You winced, even as he went slow. You were incredibly sensitive.
“I’m sorry sweetie, bear with me,” he mumbled. As he pulled out fully, you felt his cum pour onto the table. Your face burned bright red, but all he did was chuckle. “You took it better than I thought. You’ve given me a lot of good results, my lovely patient. I knew I could count on you,” he praised as he undid your wrist restraints.
One of his large hands covered your eyes. Before you could question him though, you felt a gentle kiss to your forehead. “My sweet little patient,” he said lowly, his tone possessive. He removed his hand as he grabbed a cloth nearby, already beginning to clean you.
“Remember dear, next time they leave you frustrated, your Doctor will always be here to fix you up,” he hummed, sounding far too proud of himself. Despite yourself, you smiled. He really was sweet, when he wanted to be.