"N-nothing," gasped Carrie, as the doctor's digit cruelly probed her back passage. "That is, it w-wasn't my f-fault..."
"Not your fault? How do you mean?" asked the doc, wiggling his finger around, stretching Carrie's tender passage.
"I was r-raped. Gang raped, actually." Carrie felt like crawling away in shame.
"Again? Haven't you been in for this trouble before? You should be more careful."
"I t-try to be. But m-men seem to like r-raping me."
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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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Title: Carrie's Sexamination
Author: Skuttrusk A
Content Warnings: There's some ass-to-mouth in this but I felt it stopped short of scat. Still, if you want to avoid on that basis, feel free. The story is quite cruel but Carrie is a cartoon character so she'll make a full physical recovery. Psychologically is another matter
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Carrie's Sexamination
Carrie entered the doctor's office, shyly. Dr. Armstrong, a powerfully-built man of about fifty, with large spectacles and a gleaming bald head, looked up and smiled.
"Sit down, sit down. What seems to be the trouble?"
Carrie sat down, carefully, but still winced. Armstrong, a sharp-eyed man, noticed this and formed a rough guess as to Carrie's problem, but he preferred to hear it from her. It would give him more information, and besides, if the problem was an embarrassing one, he rather liked to see his attractive female patients squirm.
"This... this is rather embarrassing, doctor..."
"Good... I mean, good thing you came to see me. Tell me all about it. Leave out no detail, however seemingly unimportant, or personal." This was shaping up to be a more amusing consultation than most.
"It's... it's my bottom."
"Yes?"
"It's very... tender. Uncomfortable."
"I see. Is this your buttocks you're talking about, or more specifically your anus?" Carrie blushed pink at the word 'buttocks,' and then red at the word 'anus.'
“It's my... my anus," said the girl, wriggling in her seat and then wincing again as her movement caused an unpleasant spasm.
"That's fine. You'd better undress completely so I can examine you and get the, ah, WHOLE picture."
Armstrong unduly stressed the word 'whole' because it sounded like 'hole' and he knew that would add to Carrie's humiliation, without her being able to pick up on it or do anything about it.
"Oh dear. Is that really necessary?" gulped the voluptuous blonde. Although Carrie always dressed to expose her smooth, long legs, and wrapped her curves in tight, form-hugging clothing, she was a modest girl at heart. It's just that everyone expected her to dress like this, and she hated to disappoint, however much trouble her sexy look seemed to cause her.
"Don't be silly, I've seen it all before, you know."
Carrie stood and looked around helplessly for a second. Armstrong eventually noticed.
"Oh, forgive me; the screens aren't here just now. Redecoration. You'll have to just undress in front of me. I hope you don't mind too much."
It was actually true about the redecoration, although of course it would have been no trouble to bring a screen back in to spare the poor slut's blushes. But Armstrong had no intention of letting this blonde dish off lightly. She'd be spared nothing. Casting her eyes modestly downwards, Carrie slipped out of her shoes... unzipped her skirt... unbuttoned her blouse... Armstrong made the occasional note on the sheet in front of him, but largely kept his eyes glued to Carrie as she disrobed, adding immensely to her discomfort.
As she slipped off her stockings, bending forward to unwillingly display her generous cleavage, he remarked smugly, "You certainly seem healthy enough in other respects."
"Oh?" gasped Carrie as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra.
Timing his next remark to the very moment her breasts popped free, Armstrong said, "Yes, you have a delicious body."
Carrie's blush spread from her face down her throat to her big, firm tits. And then she pulled down her panties, which resulted in her breasts dangling enticingly as she bent forward again. Completely nude, her clothes in a little heap on the floor, Carrie approached the doctor's couch.
"No, I think it'd be easier if we have you bend over my desk," said Armstrong, taking her by the upper arm and guiding her. Carrie flinched as he touched her bare flesh, and again as he 'helpfully' placed his hand on her hip to help position her.
He casually kicked her clothes across the room to get them out the way. Then, with firm but gentle pressure on her back, he forced her to bent forwards until her breasts were flattened against the cold surface of his desk, a very modern design, all in chrome.
"Now, let's have a look at this sore asshole of yours. Kindly place your hands on your bum cheeks and pull them apart for me. Space your feet apart. A little wider. Lovely. Now then -"
And without bothering about rubber gloves or lube, Dr. Armstrong simply crouched before Carrie's proffered ass and sank a finger into the rosy pucker.
"Ow!" Carrie yelped.
"I see the problem," remarked Dr. Armstrong. "Both inflamed and unusually soft. What have you been up to, you naughty girl?"
"N-nothing," gasped Carrie, as the doctor's digit cruelly probed her back passage. "That is, it w-wasn't my f-fault..."
"Not your fault? How do you mean?" asked the doc, wiggling his finger around, stretching Carrie's tender passage.
"I was r-raped. Gang raped, actually." Carrie felt like crawling away in shame.
"Again? Haven't you been in for this trouble before? You should be more careful."
"I t-try to be. But m-men seem to like r-raping me."
Carrie felt on the verge of tears, what with the anal torture and the degradation of the questions.
"Really. I wonder why..." said Dr. Armstrong, with a broad grin which would have shocked Carrie if she'd seen it. "Never mind," he added, beckoning with his finger inside her, causing her to yelp, "I have just the thing for you. Of course, in the short term, there will be some more discomfort. Possibly a lot of discomfort. But it's absolutely essential that you submit to this treatment unquestioningly..."
Leading Carrie to his examination couch, Dr. Armstrong invited her to lie on it, admiring the way her breasts moved as she assumed this new position. My God the slut's gorgeous, he thought. It'll really be a pleasure putting her through it. Taking Carrie's dainty left foot, he raised it up to a stirrup suspended from the ceiling, and fastened it securely in place. He didn't want her wriggling loose, and he enjoyed the expression of helplessness on Carrie's face: she wanted to protest, or question, this bondage, but couldn't formulate an objection. Too bad for you, cunt. With both ankles trapped, Carrie was magnificently displayed, her pink pussy and puckered anus visible for Armstrong’s pleasure.
"Your vulva looks quite healthy. They didn't rape you there?"
"Oh, they did," whispered Carrie. "I guess it just didn't hurt me so badly."
"No," agreed the doctor, parting Carrie's cunt lips idly and peering inside in what he hoped was a professional manner. "Your pussy is designed to take that kind of punishment: it's what you're made for, really. But you must try to be more careful with that ass."
"It wasn't my fault," pleaded Carrie, as the doctor gratuitously slipped a finger into her snatch right up to the knuckle. "I begged them to stop. I told them it hurt. But that just s-seemed to encourage them."
"Yes, I suppose rapists can be rather inconsiderate. Still, I suppose that's the attraction: not having to listen to anything a bitch says while you fuck her any way you want. One can't blame them, really."
Dr. Armstrong removed his moist finger and wiped it on Carrie's soft white inner thigh. "
You do have a delicious body."
"Th-thank you," murmured Carrie, confused.
Dr. Armstrong turned his back and opened a large white drawer. There was a sound of metallic objects rattling inside.
"Now, this device is new. Experimental. It delivers an internal massage that should be just what you need to encourage the healing process in your anus. It'll be uncomfortable while the treatment lasts, but the benefits should be speedy. Just don't have anal sex for, oh, a month or so."
"I hope I don't have to!" exclaimed Carrie in a heartfelt manner.
And then she gasped. Dr. Armstrong had turned and was holding an articulated steel tube almost as long as Carrie's forearm, with a shiny steel bulb on the end as big as a tangerine. Some controls were attached to the other end, including a switch with several settings. Dr. Armstrong flicked the switch and the device started slowly WRITHING in his hands, like a snake.
"We call this the Serpent," he explained merrily, thoroughly enjoying Carrie's expression of terror. She was instinctively trying to back away, but her legs being raised above her head made this impossible. The only effect was a pleasing jiggle in her tits as she worked her trapped feet back and forth. "I'll be using it on this setting, the lowest one. It will work its own way into your ass after I introduce the head, and give your bowels an invigorating internal massage. We won't go above the low setting, that might be dangerous, and it would certainly be very painful for you. Especially with your anal lining so traumatized."
In actuality, the device was better suited to treating constipation than Carrie's tender sphincter: it would exacerbate her discomfort rather than alleviating it, probably turning a mild injury that would have healed completely in a couple of days, to a profound discomfort that would last weeks. But Carrie wouldn't know that, so it was an amusing and risk-free prank to play on the slut.
"Now, you really must trust me. We'll leave it running for an hour, and I'm betting you'll
start to feel better as soon as it's removed," smiled the doc. Of course you will.
Flicking the Serpent off for now, which caused it to straighten out and go rigid; he advanced
upon the helpless blonde, positioning the head by her rosy bum hole.
"Wait! Won't you at least use some lube?" begged Carrie.
"I can't do that, it'll damage the mechanism," explained Armstrong regretfully. "But natural
lube is OK. If I rub the head against your cunt lips like this, it should produce just enough
moisture to ease the head inside your asshole."
And so the wicked medico masturbated the helpless, wriggling girl with the cold hard head of the evil device. Carrie sighed in involuntary pleasure at this new kind of rape...
And then, without warning, the doctor rammed the head into her ass. Her poor sphincter,
so recently violated by a dozen assailants, yielded instantly to the pressure, and the doctor
switched the torture machine on...
Carrie yelped involuntarily as the Serpent began twisting and working its way up her ass.
The doctor stepped back and admired his handiwork, taking particular pleasure in Carrie's
futile but erotic gyrations as she tried to somehow escape the savage intruder violating her
rear. Her hands reached down to try to wrestle with the thing, and Armstrong seized the
opportunity for more fun.
"Don't touch the device!" he snapped, fetching a length of rubber tubing from a drawer.
"Any interference with the Serpent's operations could be dangerous. I can see I'm going to
have to restrain you." And with that, he grabbed Carrie's left wrist, looped the tubing
around it, and bound it to a hand rail at the top of the examination table. Repeating the
process, he soon had her effectively bound hand and foot, looking deliciously vulnerable as
her asshole was relentlessly machine-raped.
A knock at the door.
Carrie gasped, but before she could protest, Dr. Armstrong had said,
"Come in."
The door opened and three men in overalls came halfway in. "Are we interrupting?" asked
the first, staring wide-eyed at the naked blonde spread-eagled before him. The Serpent was
by now four or five inches into Carrie's anus, and wriggling deeper with every second.
"Ah, I had forgotten all about you!" lied Armstrong, slapping his forehead. "You'd better
come in. I'm with a patient, but this procedure doesn't require supervision, so I can leave
you to it." He turned to Carrie. "I'm afraid this room's due to be repainted. Just ignore the
workmen and they'll ignore you."
"C-can I have a sheet to cover me?" asked Carrie, as Armstrong headed for the door.
"Sorry, love," said the fattest of the three workmen, "We'll need all our sheeting to cover
up the furniture and equipment."
This the men proceeded to do, meanwhile erecting ladders and setting up paint pots. The door had to be left open, they explained, due to the paint fumes, which meant that every now and then somebody would pass the doorway, glance in, and pause to watch Carrie being anally penetrated by the great mechanical snake.
When the Serpent was all the way in, with just the bulbous base with its controls and
switches protruding, the sensation was worst of all. It bucked and spasmed inside her in a
wholly unpredictable way, stretching and torturing her rectum all the way up into her
bowels. As the men painted, they could hardly keep their eyes off Carrie's nude form, as she
restlessly shifted her pelvis in an uncomfortable parody of a sexy bump-and-grind.
Finally, one of the men, having completed a wall, climbed off his ladder and slammed the
door shut. "Fuck this," he said. "This is cruel and unusual punishment, having to work with
this going on. You're going to have to help me with this hard-on you've given me, darling."
He lowered his overalls, exposing a thick, angry erection. The other men climbed down
from their ladders and followed suit. Carrie's eyes widened in horror. "No!"
"Oh yes," said the most muscular of the men, placing a toolkit on the couch by Carrie's side.
"You're going to be very cooperative; otherwise you're going to be very sore."
And he took out a pair of pliers.
Positioning his needle-nosed pliers at Carrie's right nipple, the workman gave a gentle
squeeze, just hard enough to let Carrie know what to expect if she wasn't a good little slut
for him. Moving his erect prick towards her face, he nudged her lips with it, squeezed and
twisted with the pliers, and even Carrie, not the brightest of bitches, knew what was
expected. She opened her mouth to receive the head of his bulging prick and began moving
her head rhythmically up and down on the shaft, running her tongue around the head. It
didn't stop him squeezing her nipple painfully, but it ensured that the torture wasn't
increased.
The second workman wanted in on the act too, so he mounted the table and straddled
Carrie's stomach. Taking a second pair of pliers, he seized Carrie's left nipple. Then he took
the first rapist's pliers away from him so he could pinch both titties at once. He let a big gob
of spit fall from his lips right into Carrie's voluptuous cleavage, and then slid his cock in
there, pulling the breasts together with the pliers tugging the nipples in order to create a
smooth, lubricated fleshy passage for him to fuck.
Of course that left Carrie's cunt free for the third man, the biggest and most dominant of
the three. Crouching between her thighs, which were separated by the stirrups imprisoning her
ankles, he guided his huge cock into her pussy. Carrie gasped as she felt herself totally filled.
The mechanical Serpent was still violating her asshole, and now her sweet snatch was
being gloriously raped as well.
As the man started fucking Carrie with cruel, vigorous strokes, his balls caught on the
Serpent's control pad.
"Ow!" he grunted, but continued his raping. For Carrie the pain was
much worse, because the friction flicked the controls up to the next, higher setting. No
longer on "Low", the Serpent increased its gyrations, twisting and thrashing faster and wider
inside her poor anus.
The guy raping her pussy found this added to his pleasure, so he carried on with renewed
force, as Carrie's mouth and tits were also ravished. The guy fucking her mouth took
pleasure in forcing his dick to the back of her throat, using her mouth like a cunt. Meanwhile
the second man abused her tits with all his strength, twisting and yanking those rosy
nipples. She would be black and blue after this!
Click! The raping of Carrie's poor pussy again had an ill effect, as the rapist's scrotum flicked
the switch on the Serpent up to its highest setting. VRRRRMMMMM! The steel python
bucked and turned in her bowels, agonizingly tenderizing her asshole. It felt as if she might
be turned inside out. Carrie screamed through the cock raping her mouth, which just made
the forced blow-job feel even better to the guy. Rarely had Carrie given so much pleasure.
She was a skilled oral artiste, even though she had never in her life actually sucked dick
voluntarily. But there's nothing like the threat of violence to teach a girl the best way to give
head.
The scenario was highly arousing for all three men, so it wasn't long before they were
reaching climax. The guy raping her mouth was the first to come, and he made sure Carrie
appreciated it fully by withdrawing slightly so his cock-head was no longer shoved down the
back of her throat. Spewing what felt like a pint of thick, sticky glue over her tongue, he was
able to ensure she tasted every drop, although he also took pleasure in withdrawing
altogether and spattering the last of his juices across her lips and chin. Wiping his dick in her
long blonde hair, he retired to the side of the table to give his pals room, pausing to hold
Carrie's mouth shut and pinch her nostrils to ensure she swallowed his entire load.
Carrie gulped the gooey liquid down: it wasn't the first time she'd been forced to swallow
spunk, and it certainly would be far from the last. This was the slut's lot in life. But this
particular mouthful was so thick and glutinous she could barely squeeze it down her gullet,
sore as she was from the deep oral penetration she'd suffered.
The guy fucking Carrie's ample tits wasn't about to let her off lightly either. As he neared
the moment of crisis, he signaled to his friend, according to a prearranged plan they'd
seemingly put into action on countless poor girls before. The guy who'd just shot his load
into Carrie's mouth, leaned in and held her eyelids open with his fingers, just as his friend
shot an almighty jet of white goop from between Carrie's tits, right into her waiting face.
Carrie tried in vain to blink as droplets of goo splashed her eyeballs, but it was no use. Squirt
after squirt of cum decorated her forehead, cheeks, and lips, but the particular target was
her eyes, soon stinging and glued practically shut by the offensive strike.
Last to ejaculate was the rapist enjoyed Carrie's tight cunt. He considered whether to splash
her all over with his cream - he watched his pal finish wiping his cock between Carrie's
freshly-raped titties - but decided in the end to let her have his full payload right up her
snatch. Give the bitch something to think about.
Carrie gasped as she felt her last rapist twitch and spurt inside her, filling her cunny with his
sticky mess. Then the man slowly withdrew, giving the mechanical snake in her ass a playful
twist as he did. Carrie cried out with pain, but immediately felt a hand over her mouth. One
of the men retrieved her panties from where she had laid them earlier.
"These stink. You got something wrong with your asshole, slut?" then men laughed, and
then of course the panties were shoved between her lips, where the cotton immediately
bonded with the residue of thick cum. They seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth and
seal her shut, slowly releasing their stale flavors.
To finish the job, the men opened a tin of red paint and wrote rude messages on Carrie's
body. She squirmed in her bonds as the bristles tickled her sensitive places. CUNTMEAT was
scrawled across her tits, and on her lower belly, SLUT was considered apt. Since her legs
were strapped into stirrups, it was easy to decorate her ass cheeks also, and the slogan
FUCK MY ASS seemed to give amusement. Although she couldn't see it, Carrie could feel the
brushwork and managed to tell what they were writing on her skin even before they
scornfully told her.
"You realize this paint will mark her for a month?" laughed one man. "It doesn't wash off."
"Better put something where she can't hide it, then," chortled his friend, and so the words
RAPE ME were lovingly drawn across Carrie's forehead, the red paint mingling with the
splashes of cum.
To finish off, the three men looked around the office for stuff to torture their captive with.
A few bulldog clips were retrieved from a clipboard and attached to poor Carrie's nipples
and clit, and then the handle of the biggest paintbrush was shoved rudely into her cunt. The
movements of the Serpent in Carrie's asshole caused this brush to move about, pressing on
her G-spot in a most distressing way. Carrie's gasps and pelvic squirming did not escape the
men's notice, and they laughed cruelly at her as she approached an involuntary orgasm...
"Fucking slut," one of the men sneered as Carrie's orgasm overwhelmed her. Her nude
body, sheened in perspiration, bucked and writhed on the examination table. The men left
her that way.
Dr. Armstrong, distracted by other duties, did not return for three hours. By that time, poor
Carrie was on her twentieth orgasm, her eyes rolled back in her head, she was dehydrated
and delirious. The couch was soaked. The Serpent in her asshole had not for a second
ceased to twist and torture her innards, while nudging the paintbrush that maintained a
hard contact with her G-spot, which was by now aching with overstimulation.
"What's this?" gasped Dr. Armstrong, noticing that the Serpent had been turned up to max.
"This is very dangerous. You should never have gone past the first setting. Don't blame me if
your anus is distended and painful." Switching the device off, he yanked it roughly from
Carrie's ass, noticing with some pleasure how loose and gaping her sphincter was, red-raw
from its hours of mechanical raping.
Inserting a finger he felt her rectum suck slackly on his knuckle. Carrie would be sore for a
long time, but no permanent harm had been done. A second finger was easy to insert, and
he smiled as the slut moaned in discomfort. In fact, with all the stretching her anal ring had
suffered, it was easy for him to insert his whole fist, which he did. Carrie sobbed softly.
Then, noticing the writing that said "RAPE ME" on Carrie's forehead, he could hold back no
more. He pulled his fist from her ass with a wet, sucking sound and wiped his hand clean in
her blond locks. Then he mounted her and proceeded to give her cunt the kind of brutal
raping it had been made to receive. Biting her tits until they bled, he thrust into her hard
and fast.
When he was all done, having filled her snatch with his seed, he released the slut, now
thoroughly broken and shamed. He gave her some aspirin and told her it was the morning
after pill. He made an appointment for her in a week's time to check her asshole. He
doubted she'd be back, but maybe she was so traumatized she'd simply obey, and it was
worth the chance. He'd really enjoyed using her.
He made her swallow a couple more pills, one which would make her urine burn and one
which would hopefully cause clitoral inflammation. He wanted her to be thinking about that
pretty pussy nonstop, and what he'd done to it. Finally, he allowed her to put on her blouse
and skirt, but he kept her bra, panties and stockings.
Carrie limped from the surgery and headed home.
Dr. Armstrong immediately called a close friend and told him about Carrie, and where she
was headed.
“Yes, you have plenty of time to head her off. An absolutely delicious little cunt. The only problem is that her anus has been pretty nastily mauled. It won’t give you much satisfaction raping her there, too slack, but the slut is certainly tender so feel free to abuse her asshole as much as you like while you’re enjoying her pussy and mouth, heh heh… I’ll be more than happy to book her in for more, ah, treatment.”
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Always keen to get feedback. What aspects of Carrie's abuse did you enjoy most? What would you like to see done to her in future? Don't hold back! Negative criticism can be useful so I'm happy to hear about anything you thought was a flaw or missed opportunity. Together we can make Carrie's life a non-stop hell of sexual abuse and humiliation!
I wonder whether Carrie ever has any time left for consensual sex.