The Dentist (unfinished)

[embarrassedalready]

Teaser: A woman visits the wrong dentist on the wrong day
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1

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Title: The Dentist
Author: EmbarrassedAlready
Chapter Tags: dentist, bondage, unfinished
Content Warnings: Unfinished!
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i think i did the formatting stuff right...?
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The Dentist



i awaken slowly, not sure where i am at first…. where..? my drowsymind rolls, confused….i was…at the dentist's office. It was his last day in practice, before moving to South America, but i'd convinced him i absolutely HAD to see him, the ache from my sore tooth was just too much. i was at his office…..i was his last patient, i think….. i remember his face, and him putting on a mask….and……gas? ohhh! i must have been sedated! now i understand.

i try to stretch and find i can't, my hands are pinned somehow. Wait, they're tied, i think…..wrapped backwards down over the sides of the dentist's chair and tied to something underneath me. i briefly panic and tug hard, pulling my torso from side to side, and realize the next scary fact……i'm also topless. No, make that nude…….i feel the cool air of the office ventilation across all the skin of my body and realize that not only are my arms tied, but so are my legs……bent up and spread wide into stirrups, more like the setup at the gynecologist than any dentist's chair. my hips even ache, my thighs are spread so wide, and i suddenly blush with embarrassment at this extremely humiliating posiiton to be in…..i try to raise my head to look down my body but i can't, there's something tied around my throat too, and when i try to look up, it tugs at me and closes off my breathing. i'm helpless!

"Ahhh, good, you're awake", comes a menacing voice. "I was thinking I might have to inject you with a stimulant, and was just trying to decide where to put the needle….."

The dentist steps into my field of view. He's all in green, with a full face mask and a stretchy cap….only his dark eyes are visible, and they look sooo cold….He reaches out and carefully draws a single fingertip across my collarbones, from one shoulder to the other, making my skin prickle…..i feel my nipples tighten involuntarily and blush with embarrassment. "Well, since it's been a while since your last check-up, and since this is our last visit together, I think I'll be giving you the full treatment this afternoon. I think there's quite a lot of work to do to you, in fact….."

i start to protest….. "What are you doing? Let me out of here! This…..this is malpractice!"…..i thrash in my bonds, arching my back and twisting my hips……i feel my naked breasts roll on my chest with my struggles, but i can't get a single hand loose. The dentist watches me calmly, as if he's enjoying my struggles… "Well, you're just full of spirit, aren't you? I'll see what I can do about that." He pulls a rolling tray nearby, and turns to me, holding up a paper bib with its tiny metal necklace….then pauses, staring first at the bib and then at my exposed breasts. "No, I don't think we'll be needing this. Your breasts should serve ideally to catch any blood and saliva that you spit up.", he says, and i feel a chill of horror run thru me….. He squeezes my right breast in his hand, then slaps it almost playfully. "Yes, these were made to be your blood bib, I believe."

"Now, let's see what we can see, hmm?"

i clamp my mouth closed, tight, and he tut-tuts at me….."Girls who don't listen to their dentist get hurt. Well, so do girls who DO listen to their dentist, but that's beside the point, really….." His fingers push at my tight lips for a moment before he sits back and sighs…..i glare at him, feeling at least that i've won and he'll have to give up, when he reaches for the tray and lifts some type of metal jaw brace into sight. My eyes widen in fear….i'm pressing back into the seat as much as i can, and twisting my wrists, still trying to get free…..is the right wrist turning a little easier now? is the cord loosening…..? He sets the jaw brace on my chest and i shiver at the cold metal touch as he picks up a long needle and shows it to me. "Now, be ready to open your mouth when I say", he purrs…..He lowers the needle, traces it along the same path across my collarbones…..moves it downward, leaving a tiny pink line across my skin……i know my eyes widen…..my pupils are probably enormous as i strain to lift my head to see. The rope around my neck chokes at me….the needle reaches the curved mound of my left breast and starts to climb…..he does loops with it as he goes, making little circles and swirls in his path…..i'm shivering all over as i feel the pointed tip bump lightly over my aureole and finally touch my stiffened nipples. He lifts it and pokes the point gently into the very tip of the nipple……it's so tight i feel it like a jolt thru my whole body…..he taps it once, twice, then laughs softly…

"No, no, no… Too obvious, too soon!"

And he leans over and i feel him take the fingers of my right hand in his grip and then the needles inserts itself smoothly, in one long agonizing thrust, beneath my little fingernail…..

"AHHEEEIIIIIII!!" i scream, bucking in the chair, back arching up high, almost throwing off the jaw brace but he catches it with his other hand and before i realize it, he's pushed it into my open mouth. i try to bite down, to close my mouth, and i feel his other hand wriggle the tip of the needle in my finger….i can't help it, i moan again, and the brace goes in. My mouth is pinned, wide open……i'm panting…..and i feel the tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes as cold sweat appears across my body…..

"There, that's better. Now I'm going to give you an injection. It's a stimulant, not a pain killer, and it should greatly heighten every sensation you feel." He leans his face close to mine and whispers, "Because I want you to have the BEST treatment that I am able to give you."

He raises a needle into my field of vision…..it's huge, like a vet's needle…..the long steel tip must be three inches long, at least, and the syringe is filled with some clear fluid. "Now, where to put it….?", he murmurs, looking me up and down. Instinctively i try to close my legs but the bonds hold them spread…..i tug at my wrists again…….the right one still feels looser, but every move now sends throbs of pain from the needle in my finger. "AH!", he says, like a happy child, and he lowers the point of the needle to my belly. i whimper as i feel it touch my skin just above my navel……the sharp point tickles, and leaves the tiniest trail of wetness as it leaks…..he moves it slowly down, around the right of my navel, dragging it in a gentle arc……when it's below my navel, he flicks it briefly downwards, making me tense, then moves it back up….he circles to the other side, drawing a spiraling circle gradually inward until i feel the sharp tip slip over the edge and drop into my sunken "innie". He keeps playing, teasing…..i feel a little shiver and realize that in any other circumstance, this would feel good…..or does it anyway? The tip moves around within the recess, lifting slightly and poking back down again, like a tiny pogo stick, hopping.

i can feel myself starting to tremble all over now, in fear……i can't speak with this thing in my mouth so i look at him….into his eyes……imploring with everything i have, my watering eyes wide….. "PLEASE", i try to say to him…. "PLEASE don't….." The needle point drags now, back and forth in the recess of my navel, making little X's and O's. He hums to himself quietly, half-singing the words to some old holiday special…. "We're on the island of misfit toys", i catch, but all my attention is focused on that steel point going round and round in the center of my soft belly…..pushing in a little harder each time. My belly ripples, muscles contracting and spasming with my fear, and every movement pokes the tip painfully harder against my skin.

"I won't lie to you, this will sting a bit", he says. "Perhaps I can distract you." And then i feel his other hand on my inner thigh and jerk, bodily, from the sudden intimacy of the touch. Fingertips brush along my leg, moving inward……again i try to close my legs but they're hopelessly spread wide, and i can't even buck my hips with the needle against me. His fingers reach my sex……brush gently…..light touches along the length of my labia, stroking up and down….the sensation is startling, so out of character for the fear i've been experiencing…..it's almost nice. Fingers move more, rolling my lips, tracing around the hood of my clit without touching…..slowly, so slowly, i feel one finger begin to part my labia in a long stroke and in spite of myself, i almost close my eyes in pleasure…..

……and then the finger pushes deep into me, curling, invading my wetness (wet? how could….?) and the needle stabs DOWN. My back comes full off the chair and it feels like my shoulders are being wrenched from their sockets by the force of my arch…..it happens so fat but it's almost like slow motion to me…….an inch of the needle disappears into my navel and my whole body SCREAMS. The finger curls, thrusting now, chasing my g-spot……another inch of the needle slides unstoppably into me……i jerk in agony feeling the steel shaft inside my belly…..a thumb pushes against my clit, rubbing it, adding to the overload……the last inch of the needle vanishes, sliding neatly into my navel and feeling like it must be almost coming out my back…..i'm pinned to the chair……he plunges the stopper downward, injecting……what? into me……the liquid fills and burns inside of me, the fingers work, i feel like i'm losing my mind…..

……and then the finger is gone. He sits back and looks at me, coldly, clinically, and i realize i must be a sight…….naked body covered in sweat, legs spread agonizingly wide and hips still jerking spasmodically from his fingering…..naked breasts quivering as i gulp for air, feeling my long hair spread around me and already soaked with sweat….the needle abandoned, embedded into my navel and standing like a bannerless flagpole of conquest…..and he leans forward, picking up a wicked looking set of pliers as he looks into my eyes and whispers, "Now, let's begin……"

i tug at my bonds again, harder, more desperate……the right one seems to give just a little bit more, maybe?? He leans close to me and hovers the pliers over my clamped-open mouth, muttering to himself….i'm trying to look into his eyes, to plead with him, but he's focused only on my open mouth…….then without a word he pushes the pliers between my lips and i feel it lock onto one of my lower front teeth and before i can even react, he snaps it off at the base

The pain is AGONIZING…..i feel the root of the tooth tug in my jaw as he snaps it, feel the sudden stab of pain as it fires through my jaw and straight down my spine…..i buck HARD in the bonds, throwing myself form side to side….or at least my torso, since the cords around my neck hold my head fast in place….

End of chapter 1
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....and that was all that I ever wrote of that story! i just wasn't quite sure where to go next......

[SoftGameHunter]

Hot damn! I'm not sure if I want to read more or run for the hills. Way to build terrifying tension in a short space. Granted, mention a dentist and torture and see if the infamous scene from Marathon Man doesn't pop into our heads. I'd read more, all the happier if he focused a bit more on the sexier parts of her body, but that's a call for you to make if you do ever continue this.

Some mod stuff here: You need tags on the story. At least the required four for language, length, finished status, and con/NC. I'd add some extras and maybe warn people that dental torture follows, but only the first four are required. Since I think you're online right now, I'll just leave this here for you to fix. Edit: Since you're new here, I just added the four tags for you. But I do encourage you to flag the themes for interested and/or traumatized readers.

[embarrassedalready]

Hot damn! I'm not sure if I want to read more or run for the hills. Way to build terrifying tension in a short space. Granted, mention a dentist and torture and see if the infamous scene from Marathon Man doesn't pop into our heads. I'd read more, all the happier if he focused a bit more on the sexier parts of her body, but that's a call for you to make if you do ever continue this.

Some mod stuff here: You need tags on the story. At least the required four for language, length, finished status, and con/NC. I'd add some extras and maybe warn people that dental torture follows, but only the first four are required. Since I think you're online right now, I'll just leave this here for you to fix. Edit: Since you're new here, I just added the four tags for you. But I do encourage you to flag the themes for interested and/or traumatized readers.

awww, thanks! i wasn't sure how to add the main tags but i think i got it on edit. and yah, i write some gruesome stuff, lol......i'll try to keep it slightly less scary. Somewhere around here i've got one that's like ten chapters of a woman being tortured by an entire carnival until being fucked to pieces by a werewolf, lol.....

[Shocker]

I do not enjoy torture, and do have a fear of needles. So your story was extremely well done and effective. Just seeing her squirm, fully hit my kink. Needless to say less so.

[Claire]

Hey, I'm very sorry that I can't read your story. I'm scared of dentists and this would probably give me nightmares...

But I wanted to give you a small hint nevertheless. You don't need to include the (unfinished) in the title. That is what the unfinished-tag is for. So you can make the title of your story look a little prettier if you want to.

[JTCK]

Wow, I need to catch my breath first. Wonderfully written — I really liked the part when she came. The other part was a bit too intense for my personal taste, maybe because it somehow feels imaginable that something like that could happen in reality.
You skillfully tap into your readers’ fears here!

[RapeU]

There's a movie under the radar called The Dentist released in 1996. When a dentist realizes his wife is cheating on him, he snaps and begins to murder people. While they're in the dentist chair. I think this would be a good movie to watch to get some ideas flowing. There's actually some noncon elements in that movie come to think of it.

Just uh, don't watch it if you have nightmares about getting all your teeth pulled out. Or your tongue cut out of your mouth.

[embarrassedalready]

There's a movie under the radar called The Dentist released in 1996. When a dentist realizes his wife is cheating on him, he snaps and begins to murder people. While they're in the dentist chair. I think this would be a good movie to watch to get some ideas flowing. There's actually some noncon elements in that movie come to think of it.

Just uh, don't watch it if you have nightmares about getting all your teeth pulled out. Or your tongue cut out of your mouth.

ohh, that sounds fun, i love cheesy horror movies......

thanks everybody for all the nice feedback! sorry the dentist theme was too scary for some but i totally understand. i have kind've an awful fascination with the squick so it turns up in a lot of my stories....heck, i wrote a short story once about being lowered into a tank full of leeches, so, you know, the dentist is mild by comparison, lol.....