The Treatment I Begged For at That Clinic

The Valverde clinic was on the outskirts, far from anything that resembled a city. It was a low gray-concrete building, with long hallways and fluorescent lights that hummed all night, as if the whole place were breathing through them. Mariana had been admitted there three weeks earlier, and from the first night she knew she wasn’t going to be cured of anything.

She was twenty-two and had a diagnosis that sounded serious in the reports: “sexual compulsion, risk to self.” To her, it seemed like an elegant way of saying that she wanted too much and without asking permission. They had locked her up after a couple of incidents at university — a professor whose cock she had sucked in an empty classroom, a stranger who had fucked her against a car in the parking lot that same afternoon — and the rest of her family had signed the papers with relief.

What nobody wrote in any file was the simplest truth: for Mariana, this had never been an illness. It was the only thing that made her feel awake.

That night she had given in again. In the dark, on the hard mattress in her room, she had let her fingers travel slowly down her belly to the swollen, soaked cunt thudding between her legs. She parted her lips with two fingers, found her clit already hard, and started rubbing it in circles, while with her other hand she squeezed her throat, chasing that instant when the air grows scarce and everything else is erased. She slid two fingers in to the knuckles, feeling how her own cunt clenched around them, and breathed softly so they wouldn’t hear her.

It was no use. They always heard her.

The door flew open and the guard’s flashlight cut through the darkness. Tobías, the biggest of them all, the one who smelled of tobacco and bleach.

—Again —he said, unsurprised, almost irritated—. Get up.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out. Mariana pretended to resist, let her heels strike the cold floor, let her half-dressed body writhe against the huge hand holding her. But the struggle was a lie and they both knew it. Every tug raised gooseflesh on her skin and made her cunt wet even more.

The hallway seemed endless. When the examination room door finally opened, the white light made her close her eyes.

***

It was a sterile room, with a metal gurney in the center and a smell of disinfectant that lodged in her throat. Sitting in a chair, immaculate in his white coat with a file on his knees, was Dr. Solana. Mid-forties, hard jaw, hands that looked less like a doctor’s than someone used to being obeyed.

He raised his eyes slowly, as if she had interrupted him.

—Mariana —he said, drawing out the syllables—. How many times are we going to have this conversation?

She stayed on her knees on the floor, panting, her chest rising and falling. Her panties clung to her skin, soaked with her own juices, outlining the slit of her cunt and the dark patch spreading between her thighs.

—It’s not something I choose, doctor —she answered, her voice rougher than she meant—. It’s like a fire. If I don’t put it out, it burns me from the inside.

The doctor set the file on the gurney. He stood without hurry and walked toward her, and the sound of his shoes on the floor was the only thing heard for several seconds. He bent down to her height and took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze.

—Of course you choose it —he said quietly—. You choose to give in every time. Last week you fucked a patient in the cafeteria. Before that, you sucked off a nurse in the cleaning closet. And now you’re looking at me like that. How many cocks do you need to stay calm?

Mariana trembled under his hand. Not from fear.

—I don’t know —she admitted—. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?

Behind her, Tobías let out a low laugh.

—Abstinence does nothing to her, doc. She’s dripping on the floor, look at her. She doesn’t even pretend to regret it.

The doctor straightened. Something changed in his eyes, a dark glint Mariana recognized at once, because it was the same one that lived inside her.

—You’re right —he said—. Denying her pleasure is like denying her breath. What she needs is the opposite. She needs to be fucked until she can’t ask for any more.

He turned to her.

—I’m going to offer you a deal, Mariana. From now on, you don’t decide. We do. When, how, and how much cum we’re going to put inside you. And if at any point you want it to stop, you say “Valverde” and everything ends. Do you understand?

The clinic’s name as an emergency brake. Mariana understood perfectly. And, above all, she understood that she had no intention of using it.

—I understand —she whispered.

—Then let’s begin. You’re fine on your knees. Ask for it.

She swallowed. Her cunt was throbbing so hard it hurt.

—Please —she said, looking up at him—. Let me. I need it.

—More clearly.

—Please, doctor. Let me suck your cock. Let me take it down my throat. I need a dick in my mouth, something to fill this emptiness.

***

Tobías moved behind her and brushed the hair away from her nape with a tenderness that didn’t match his hands.

—Good girl —he murmured—. But don’t forget about me. I’m the one who drags you down the hallways every night, and you owe this hungry mouth to me too.

The doctor unbuckled his belt with calculated slowness, as if each movement were part of the treatment. He lowered his trousers and boxers to his thighs, and his cock sprang free, hard, thick, a vein throbbing underneath. Mariana opened her mouth before they asked her to, sticking out her tongue to receive it. The doctor rested the head of his cock on her lips, slid it along her cheek, rubbed it slowly so she would beg him with her eyes.

—Open wider —he ordered.

She obeyed, and he drove his cock into her throat in one thrust. Mariana coughed, gagged, tears filling her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. She closed her lips around the shaft and started sucking it hungrily, her tongue working underneath, her throat yielding every time he shoved deeper. A thread of saliva hung from her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

—Like that —he said, voice taut, burying his fingers in her hair and setting the pace—. As if this cock were keeping you alive. Because right now, it is. Swallow it whole, filthy girl.

Tobías didn’t want to wait his turn. He unfastened his pants, took out an even darker, thicker cock, and pressed the head against her cheek.

—Now me. Alternate. Show me you can take both.

Mariana obeyed, moving from one cock to the other without stopping. She sucked the guard’s cock to the base while pumping the doctor with her hand, then turned her head and shoved the doctor’s cock down her throat while working Tobías with the other hand. She spat on both glans, rubbed them across her face, slapped her cheeks with them, and took them back in until tears sprang to her eyes. The salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth. The weight of each cock against her tongue pushed her further away from herself. It had been weeks since she felt so much in control of something, right at the moment she stopped being in control.

—Look at you —Tobías hissed, gripping her nape to pin her over his cock—. The clinic whore, on her knees, with two cocks in front of her and still asking for more. Is this what cures you?

She couldn’t answer. She could only nod with a cock buried to the hilt, gurgling, her nose flattened against the pubic hair.

—Enough —the doctor cut in suddenly, pulling her up by the hair—. Lift her. To the gurney.

Tobías lifted her as if she weighed nothing and laid her on the metal surface. The cold steel against her back tore a gasp from her. Before she could settle herself, the guard yanked off her soaked panties and left her fully exposed under the white light, legs hanging off the edge.

—Look at her —he said, spreading her knees apart with both hands and opening them as far as they would go—. Her cunt’s been dripping since she came through the door. You can see the walls from how open she is.

The doctor came closer and studied her like a clinical case, head tilted. He ran two fingers through her slit, sank them in slowly, pulled them out shining, and showed them to her.

—First the punishment —he said—. There’s no pleasure without something to balance it. And you know that too, don’t you?

He flipped her over in one yank, face down on the gurney, ass up and legs spread. Tobías’s hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack. Mariana screamed, but the burn almost immediately turned into a wave of heat that climbed her spine and made her clamp her thighs around the empty air.

—Count —he ordered—. And say thank you.

—One —she gasped—. Thank you.

Another blow, this time across the other cheek.

—Two. Thank you.

They kept going until she lost count, until her skin blazed furious red and each impact went straight to her clit, where desire had turned into a different kind of pain. Between blows Tobías shoved two fingers into her cunt to the knuckles and circled them, and Mariana shrieked and impaled herself against that hand, arching, begging for more in a voice she no longer recognized as her own.

—Please —she repeated, face crushed against the metal—. That hurts good. Don’t stop. Put it in me already, please, fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.

The doctor slid a hand over her reddened back, almost tenderly, and with the other he spread her ass cheeks and spat on her asshole.

—Now the real treatment. We’re going to fill you through both holes until you forget your own name.

***

Tobías moved behind her. He dragged his cock along the slit of her ass, coating it in the doctor’s saliva and the juices dripping from her cunt. Mariana felt the pressure of that thick cock against a tighter, more difficult opening, and instinctively went tense.

—Relax —he said, still not moving, pressing the glans against the tight ring—. Or don’t. I like it when you fight and your ass resists.

He pushed slowly, taking ground millimeter by millimeter, and the sharp burn of anal penetration melted into something deeper as she yielded. Mariana closed her eyes and breathed through her mouth, letting her body open enough to take the whole cock to the base. She felt the guard’s balls pressed against her own, his pelvis flattened against her burning ass.

—It’s too much —she whimpered, but she didn’t say the word. Not even close.

—I know —Tobías replied, and started moving with a slow, steady rhythm, in and out of her ass, making her growl with every thrust.

The doctor turned her partially and climbed onto the gurney in front. He lifted her hips, found her soaked cunt, and drove his cock into her in one thrust, all the way in, colliding with her cervix. Mariana threw her head back and a long, animal sound tore from her throat.

—So tight —the doctor growled—. Look at her swallowing the whole cock, the little whore.

Then they found the rhythm. One slid out while the other went in, and she was trapped between both of them, double-impaled, with two cocks moving inside her separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Mariana could feel them rubbing against each other through her, could feel every vein, every pulse. She had not a single place left to think. Deep, obscene moans spilled out of her every time their thrusts synchronized and shook her whole body against the metal.

—Is this what you wanted? —the doctor asked in her ear, closing his hand around her throat, squeezing just enough for the world to narrow and stars to dance behind her eyelids—. For two men to fuck you at once, to decide for you how much cock you can take?

—Yes —she begged in a thread of a voice—. Harder. Break me. Use me. I’m yours.

Tobías grabbed her hips and started pumping faster, jostling her on the doctor’s cock. She felt her ass opening around that thick shaft, her cunt milking the other one, and both sensations merged into a single wave rising from her heels. The first orgasm hit her like a shock she never saw coming and made her convulse violently around both of them at once. A harsh cry escaped her. Both men groaned at the way she clenched around them.

—Again —the doctor ordered, never stopping his thrusts—. Cum again for me.

The second, almost on top of it, was deeper and left her trembling, leaking over the doctor’s thighs. When she felt a third begin to rise, she could no longer tell where one cock ended and the other began, or whether the moans filling the room were hers or theirs. She was even dripping saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Tobías sped up, his breathing turning ragged against the back of her neck, his hands sinking his fingers into her red ass cheeks.

—I’m going to cum in your ass —he growled—. Take it all, bitch. Don’t let a drop out.

—Me too —the doctor said, driving in deeper, his voice finally losing the control he’d kept all night—. I’m going to fill your cunt to the brim.

They finished almost at the same time. Tobías sank to the base and unloaded inside her in a series of hot lashings that flooded her ass. Mariana felt every jet hitting her from within. The doctor grabbed her by the waist and came at the same time inside her cunt, filling her until semen began slipping out around the cock and streaming down her thighs. The double heat overwhelmed her and a final shudder ran from head to toe as she came for the third time, clenching around the two cocks emptying inside her.

They stayed still for a few seconds, the three of them breathing hard, joined by that double penetration. When they finally pulled out, Mariana felt both torrents of semen escape from her holes and slide along the insides of her thighs until they pooled on the cold metal of the gurney. She remained lying on the steel, exhausted, legs still open, with a smile she couldn’t wipe away and both holes throbbing, open, dripping.

—More —she murmured, almost voiceless, sliding two fingers through her ruined cunt and bringing them to her mouth—. Don’t stop.

The doctor stepped away and started rearranging his coat, calm again, once more the man from the file. He looked down at her, dripping semen onto the gurney, with a cold satisfaction.

—This is only the beginning —he said—. Tomorrow you’ll break the rules again. And we’ll correct you again. Fuck you until you learn.

She closed her eyes, her body still pulsing with aftershocks, her ass and cunt full of someone else’s semen. In the dimness of the Valverde clinic, with her skin marked and her throat dry from sucking cock for so long, Mariana knew one thing with absolute certainty: for nothing in the world did she want to be cured.