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The lights are too bright, blinding white lights that seem to sterilize the room. The leather straps holding your wrists and ankles are too tight, biting into your skin with every slight tug. And the air is too cold, ghosting over your flushed skin.
Fox insisted that you undergo a health exam, it’s important for your body to be at peak physicality, especially if you are going to carry his litter of kits. Only the best for his children, anything less is unacceptable.
It’s been years now, since you first endured the red room. Barely having survived that last stream, your pieces picked up and stitched back together. It was agony at first, the months following your…accident…being forced to play house. Fox constantly doting on you and acting like nothing bad had happened, but never allowing you to leave the confines of his lavish home, a bird kept in a gilded cage.
You were resentful at first, hated the man that forced you to bleed and hurt just for the perverse entertainment of others. Then the hatred passed, naturally it took months, but at some point you realized you were no longer angry, just…tired. You spent months floating through the different rooms in the house, a shell of who you used to be. And now it’s been so long, only having him for company throughout your time here, you’ve come to accept it all. You’re never leaving his clawed grip, forever his plaything, bending to his whims and will.
But it won’t be so bad right? Being here, with him, forever. At least you’ll be cared for, fed, clothed. And he always takes the time to tell you how much he loves you, how much he adores you, how much you mean to him. He brings you small gifts when he comes back from business trips. He listens to you and supports your interests. And best of all, he doesn’t hurt you.
He hasn’t raised a hand to you since the red room, no more unwanted pain or fear. It took a long time but you came to love him back. It was a shock when you first realized it. He didn’t deserve your love, not after everything he’d done. Maybe it was just a symptom of Stockholm Syndrome, but did it really matter? You were never leaving, if you didn’t love him who else would receive your affections.
Everything you had ever done in life has led up to this moment, to you being strapped into a medical chair. Your soft skin slipping against the seat below you. Breasts bare, and nipples hardening in the cool air. Legs spread wide open, leaving your pussy exposed.
The gentle ‘thunk’ of a drawer closing brought your attention back to the only other person in the room, Fox. He wore black scrubs, the blue surgical gloves a stark contrast of color to his outfit. He snapped the glove, emphasizing his words, “let’s commence the exam shall we.”
He sauntered over to you, his eyes meeting yours and a smirk playing across his smug face. “Let’s start with your heart rate.” He tugged at the stethoscope around his neck, not even bothering to fit the ear pieces into his own. You knew he didn’t really care about doing a real exam, this was just another twisted fantasy of his that he wanted to play out.
He raised the flat metal to your skin, and you flinched from the cold, whining in discomfort. “Now now darling, no need to fuss,” he slid the device around your chest, just under your collar bone. He pressed the metal into your skin and paused as if he were listening for your pulse, ever the diligent roleplayer, before moving it lower and lower. Running it down your sternum and over the top of your breast, such a tease. He slowly moved to circle your nipple, the sensitive bud getting even harder under his ministrations.
You let out a delighted exhale at the contact, and tried to push your chest out further, as he pretended to listen for your heart beat. And just as quickly as it started, his touch vanished as he stepped back to scribble some nonsense into a notebook nearby and removed the instrument from around his neck.
He clapped his hands together and looked at you, “Excellent! Your heart is beating nice and fast, now we can move on to the next part of our exam.” He stood between your legs, pausing to take in the sight before him. His breath coming out a little pants, as he devoured you with his eyes. He reached up and ran his gloved hands across your stomach, groping your sides and tracing down to your propped up thighs. He leaned in and gave a gentle kiss to your inner knee.
You wiggled under his touch, needing more than these light caresses. He chuckled and nudged a short stool between your legs. Taking a seat, he was perfectly eye level with your glistening cunt. “Oh darling, I won’t even need to use any lube, you’re already dripping wet for me~” He picked up a speculum from a tray nearby, the metal glinting in the fluorescent light.
He rubbed at your clit with his free hand, slow languid circles, a taste of what was to come. He watched as your opening fluttered in response. Pleased with your reaction, he slowly inserted the tip of the device into your slick pussy, forcing your walls apart. He used both hands to steady the tool, as it slid all the way into your core, before locking open the blades of the speculum.
It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, but compared to the red room events. this was nothing. Fox was still, suspended in time, admiring your gaping cunt with a smirk. Your cervix clearly visible and capturing his full attention. “What a nice healthy pink color. I must say you have passed this exam with flying colors.” After a moment he shuffled away to the opposing counter, and grabbed a small tray.
He set the tray on the small table near the stool and sat back down, “I do believe you’re finally ready.” He grabbed a small cup of liquid and a syringe off of the tray and held it up for you to see, “you’ll make an excellent mother, my darling.”
You didn't panic at his words, or feel any fear. Fox had toyed with the notion of children before, casually mentioning that someday he wanted to start a family of his own. Always saying that you had the most perfect birthing hips. And even asking what you thought your children would look like.
You were honestly surprised you hadn’t gotten pregnant earlier, with all the times he had been locked into your pussy. His inflated knot keeping him snuggly connected to you, as he pumped load after load into your willing body. I guess this whole medical play was his way of making sure his seed finally took.
Fox wasted no time in filling the syringe with his collected semen, he was eager to inseminate you. He gingerly inserted the syringe into your spread cunt, and placed the tip against your cervical opening. He planned to inject his sperm directly into your womb. He was grinning ear to ear, his eyes wide as he worked, “This way you’re guaranteed to get pregnant my pet, we can’t keep leaving such an important thing up to fate.”
Carefully keeping the syringe in place, he pushed the plunger and emptied all of his thick cum into your eager body. You shuddered at the feeling, and let out a satisfied huff. Fox admired his work, before removing the syringe and speculum from your pussy, your hole gaping slightly from being stretched so far.
You met his heated gaze and squirmed against the straps holding you in place. He stood up but didn’t move to undo your bindings, instead he removed his gloves and tossed them to the floor. His hands shifting to hold the waistband on his pants. You stared, chest heaving as you watched him pull his pants and briefs down his thighs. His cock hard and twitching against his lower stomach, precum dribbling from his slit.
He shuffled between your open legs, panting heavily, “Maybe…maybe we should…just to make sure…better safe than sorry.” He rubbed his length against your cunt, the friction on your clit sending little shockwaves up your spine. You could tell his brain was turning to mush as he attempted to resist his animalistic urges.
You whimpered under his touch, wanting more than this gentle restrained frotting, “Mmmm Mr.Fox, I want you to breed me. Fuck me until I’m overstuffed with your cum.”
With your words he gave in to his desire, and slammed his member into you, sinking down hilt, his hips flush with yours. He growled, a noise resonating deep in his chest, “Call me by my actual name darling. I’m going to be the father of your children after all.” He had a point. Fox was a man who had tortured you, one that you feared. But Ren, he loved you and wanted to start a family together.
You arched your back as much as possible against the solid exam table, “R-Ren!” You gasped out, pussy clenching around his thick cock. You could feel his knot slowly inflating, the growing bulb tugging at your entrance as he thrust in and out. He had already been worked up from feeling you squirm beneath his hands earlier, so now he was eager for release.
Ren’s motions became more erratic, thrusts inconsistent, as he got closer to the edge. He brought his hand down to your clit and rubbed at your sensitive bud. hard and fast, bringing you to your release first. He followed along soon after, his hips stuttered and his knot slipped inside your opening, locking him place. He huffed out a long moan as his cock twitched and filled you with even more of his sperm.
He stood there, taking some time to catch his breath and to let his knot deflate, before slipping out of your sloppy cunt. Ren tucked his member back into his pants, and grabbed a nearby cloth to wipe up any fluid that dripped from your entrance. You relaxed at his gentle touch, appreciative of his efforts to care for you. “Ren? Do you mind undoing these straps? My muscles are starting to feel a little sore.”
At your request he moved swiftly and efficiently. First undoing the ones around your ankles, letting your legs fall heavily to the table below, before working at the straps on your wrists. As he undid the final buckle he gently grabbed your hand and brought up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. He smiled, looking at you with fondness in his eyes. “I have a feeling that this time it’ll take, you’ll definitely get pregnant. I can’t wait to have kits of our own, I love you so much.”
You hummed in delight, using your hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. “I love you too, we’ll make great parents.” While this wasn’t how you thought your life would go, and it had been quite the journey to get to this point, you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the whole world.