Doctor Daddy Volume 8: Bonus Story

I got to the clinic at my scheduled appointment time and sat down after checking in. The waiting room was sterile, the air thick with tension and the faint smell of disinfectant. I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, my palms sweating as I tried to focus on the outdated magazines scattered on the coffee table. I was the only one there, which was a small mercy.

When the nurse finally called my name, I jumped up, my nerves frayed. She led me down a long, fluorescent-lit hallway to a small exam room. 

“The doctor who’ll be performing your abortion is waiting inside already,” the nurse forewarned me as she led me to the correct room. “I hope everything works out just how you want it to.”

“Okay, thank you.” I took a deep breath as she walked away to attend to some other patients, and then pushed the door open.

The room was small, the air thick with tension. A doctor sat with his back turned to me, hunched over a computer at a desk. I started toward the blond-haired man, my heart pounding in my chest.

It wasn’t until he spun around in his chair that I recognized who he was. It was Dr. Steve, the very same man I had been trying to avoid. The man who had gotten me into this mess in the first place. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been a month since I last saw him.

I quickly turned to leave the room, my face flushing with embarrassment after all that research. But he was faster. He stood up, his chair screeching against the linoleum floor, and placed his hand on the door in front of me, his palm flat against the cool metal.

He reached up with his other hand and turned the lock, the click echoing loudly in the small room as he trapped me between his arms. His closeness was enough to make me recoil.

I felt the color drain from my face, my stomach churning with dread. I’d been trying so desperately to avoid him. I failed. What do I do?

“Oh, Sandra,” his voice was a low growl in my ear as he pressed his body against my back. “What are we doing here?” His hand snaked up my side, his fingers trailing a path of unwanted heat. “Hm?”

“I… uhm… I don’t know,” I mumbled.

His hands slid across my body, circling to the front where he held my growing belly. “You…don’t know?” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

I stood there, frozen, barely able to shake my head to cover the obvious lie.

“This is an abortion clinic, Sandra,” he said, his voice cold and calculating. “Were you trying to get rid of our child?”

“I—I don’t want to be pregnant,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Y-y-you raped me. You knew I didn’t want this. It was why I came to your office in the first place.”

“Oh, Sandra,” he coaxed, his voice suddenly soft and persuasive. “You’re making excuses. You wanted it, deep down. You know you did.” As he spoke, he began to undress me, his hands moving with a familiarity that made me sick to my stomach.

“No, that’s not true,” I tried to explain. “I tried your experimental Depo shot so that I couldn’t get pregnant, but… but then you lied!” I snapped, feeling the anger I’d been suppressing boil over. “I trusted you as my gynecologist, and now you’re trying to take advantage of me, again!” I slapped his hand away. “Get away from me! I’m not having this baby!”

“Oh, you’re having it, and I’m going to make sure of it, sweetheart!”

“No!” I exclaimed while he tore the rest of my clothes off. I was stark naked when he dragged me to the hospital bed.

“A month is too long. You need to be broken in.”

“No, you don’t own me, Dr. Steve! Leave me alone!” I screamed.

“You’re a smart girl. What part of ‘you’re mine’ didn’t you understand? Just like last time, I will have you.”

He forced me onto the bed and on my back, spreading my legs apart. “Don’t ever try to get rid of this baby, because I will always find out.”

“H-how?” I screamed at him, watching him pull his white coat aside to unbuckle his belt. “How the hell did you know I was here in the first place?”

He laughed, “Well, since you’re about to be the mother of my child; attached to me for the rest of your life, there’s no need in keeping secrets, huh?” He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, and then stepped forward, probing my fertile pussy with the tip of his penis.

“Ungh!” He sunk into my core. “I didn’t give you the Depo shot or vitamin C.”

I winced, squeezing my eyes shut and holding my breath, trying not to throw up at the thought of his body part being connected so deeply with mine.

“Mmm, I chipped you, babygirl… ungh.”

My eyes sprang open, looking up into his as he stroked himself with my body. He put a chip in my arm? The rims of my eyes filled with tears. My body trembled as I realized the extent of his possessiveness.

No… no, no, no. This man was obsessed. I was screwed.

There was no way around it. I couldn’t get away from him, even if I tried. I was at his mercy and it turned out that…

I was having his baby.