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The Chinese Physician- Part 1:
Was it or wasn’t it molest?
Just a note before you dive in: This story first appeared in Adultfriendfinder.com. I’ve put most of my stories there under the handle of janeraped.
Synopsis of story: Have you ever wondered if you would be turned on by a totally
unappealing character? A dirty old man? Just because you were helpless and he was there? Well, this fantasy story has been inspired by
some court cases in
Copyright © 2006 Janeraped, All rights reserved.
Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted. Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in another work in whole or in part, or any other use of it, is strictly prohibited. Other disclaimers: This is just fantasy & fiction. Any resemblance to any individual is coincidental. A lot of my stories have some element of violence and un-PC stuff in them. If you can't stomach that, do leave now
The Chinese Physician- Part 1:
Was it or wasn’t it molest?
It was all the clichés and stereotype she has
ever had about a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
The clinic was set in a working-class part of
She had her doubts about coming here, but the pain was killing her.
Running a 10k after only a 2-week training period had now put out her left hip,
leaving a dull, creaky pain that radiated down her left thigh. Jill had
wanted to go to her usual American-trained chiropractor, but had been
encouraged by the enthusiasm of her new boyfriend, John, a triathlete, no less,
about the wonders of Dr Li's Tui Na treatment- a traditional pressure point
massage that frees up the locked energies along your meridian points.
So here she found herself, climbing 3 flights of creaky stairs that gave her
equally creaky left hip a dull throb. Entering the clinic, Jill found
herself in a cramped waiting room, which was empty. Strange.
Because her boyfriend had said that the clinic was always crowded and
popular. She called out at the counter, "Hello?".
Almost immediately, as if he was waiting
there all along, an overweight, young, sweaty Chinese man, no more than 23,
appeared from behind a wall of heavily beaded curtains (yes, beaded curtains.
what a cliché, again). "Yes, I have your appointment all
ready." he grinned and stared right into her eyes in a disconcertingly
intense manner. "Dr Li?" Jill enquired. "No, no.
Haha, I'm his assistant. Come this way, Dr Li is expecting
you." The sweating assistant's gaze shifted from Jill's eyes down to
her 32C cup breasts and stayed there. It
was an unusual sight on a Chinese girl, especially one from the tropical
The assistant reached out to guide Jill with his hands, strangely calloused for
one who looks like a softie. He tried to grasp Jill's elbow, but she
deftly steered it away from him. "Follow me, Miss, I'll take you to
the examination room." The creepy assistant was still addressing her
tits, as he led the way. He seemed to emphasise the word
"examination", sputtering it out heavily in a smirk. Or was
that Jill's over-active imagination kicking in?
Jill was uneasy now, and unnerved, perhaps more so, by the entirely empty
clinic, than by the huffing assistant who kept glancing backwards at her as he
led her further into the reaches of the long, narrow Chinese-style shophouse,
passing closed doors, and narrow, hot, stuffy corridors. As he turned
back to look at Jill, he kept grinning, looking her up and down.
It was at this point that Jill began to have the first of many second
thoughts. She had read lots of newspaper reports lately, of traditional
Chinese physicians being brought to court for molesting their patients. A
touch here, and a prod there, while treating their female patients, and these
hapless traditional Chinese physicians were in for it. “No, stop it.”
Jill admonished herself. John,
her new athletic boyfriend would never recommend a quack to her.
At last they reached a door, which he opened with a key and beckoned her in. She looked around the rather dingy room with its smell of linament and some unknown vile herbs. Well, at least there’s air-conditioning here, unlike the hot and stuffy corridors the she had just come from.
She looked around. An old, peeling anatomy poster of the
traditional meridian points shared wall space with a quaint-looking Chinese
brush painting. It didn't look like the normal Chinese painting of serene
mountains, birds and trees. Yes, like many traditional Chinese paintings,
it did contain a series of clever brush strokes. But this painting seemed
doubly clever. For it looked as if a couple was
copulating. Entwined limbs, a
tongue or two, and even, fingers tweaking a nipple? Jill did a double take
because it sure didn't look like no traditional
Chinese painting at all...
But before she could ponder any further, a voice called out, "Ahhh, Miss
Jill..." She turned round only to be greeted by yet another
stereotypical vision of a Chinese person- at least what the West often
insultingly depicts the oriental races to be.
Just like how any 1950's American television would portray a Chinaman:
an evil Fu Manchu character, right down to his wispy moustache, a skinny frame
worthy of an opium den addict, and one who was actually rubbing his hands in
glee, as if he was anticipating something delicious...
Dr Li ceased rubbing his hands and introduced himself, then almost immediately
after, reached out into a drawer for a cotton gown. "You are ok with
this? Take off your dress and put this on, and I
will come back in awhile to examine you. You can leave your panties and
bra on."
Before Jill could even get in a word, Dr Li left the room, and she heard a
click on the door. Did he lock her in? She was somehow reluctant to
confirm her suspicions, as she had already come this far. So she went
ahead and took off her clothes to put on the medical exam gown. The gown was like any other patient’s
examination gown - a short, one piece, open at the back, held together with
tie-up flaps. It was what she had worn countless times before in her
American-trained chiropractor's clinic, so Jill wasn't concerned.
But as she started taking off her sundress, she realised that in her haste to
get here, she had put on her skimpy pearl thong instead of a fuller bikini
panties that she always wore to the doctor's. Oh. oh.
It was a provocative thong - almost exactly like the one worn by Samantha in a
Sex and the City episode. The only difference is that the pearls in
Jill's thongs were smaller, which of course had the effect of going right into
her butt cleft, a feeling that always delighted her. What's more the
little pearl bits also wound round right into her front lips, which made it one
of her favourite panties to wear. And it was a sight to behold too-
a teensy triangle of transparent baby pink gauze barely covering its treasures
and right at the bottom of that sweet triangle were the cream coloured pearls,
slipping just so into her pouty lips.
Jill was mortified at her carelessness, forgetting to substitute that pair of
panties for one that's more doctor-friendly. She was glad though, that
she had just waxed herself the day before, so at least nothing was
showing.
But no, that wasn't quite right too. The pink gauze showed just about everything
there was to see- which was her slit that folded in such a cute way that John,
her new athletic boyfriend, had always found fascinating.
"Well, whatever. The gown will cover it up, at least the front
bits." Jill thought. But as she began putting on the gown, she
realised to her horror, that it barely covered the tops of her thighs. In
fact it sat just half an inch above it, exposing the bottom bits of her thong,
just as the pearls were disappearing into her lips. "Oh no, this is
embarrassing" thought Jill. But as she tried to adjust the gown lower,
she realised that the gown was none too clean. It felt a bit grimy, and
had a faint but still distinct smell of something she had smelt before.... Which at that moment she couldn't quite put her finger on.
As she was racking her brains for that smell, the door suddenly swung open and
Dr Li came in wheeling a trolley of gadgets and smiling at her. Jill was
startled a bit but regained her composure, and quickly tried to hold onto the
front of her gown, pulling it down over her female lips. It was a
fruitless act, for soon enough, she would have to
climb up the examination couch- an act, which would surely dislodge the short
gown.
"Yes, Miss Jill. Please get on the couch, and we can
begin." Dr Li said, never taking his eyes off her. The couch
at least, was modern- almost exactly like the one she had used at her
American-trained chiropractor's clinic, with bits that could bend and fold
every which way to ease the manipulation of an injured patient. This one
though, seemed a little different at its foot.
There was a distinct deep groove in the middle, which looked like they
could part, and turn what was a chiropractor's couch, into one that you get at
a gynaecologist's.
But before Jill could work out the intricacies of various
doctor's couches, Dr Li's voice cut into her thoughts, "Do you need my
help?” With those words, Dr Li didn't wait for Jill to respond but
slipped one bony hand under Jill's right armpit, while the other hand went
round her waist and hoist up the petite girl onto the couch. Jill was
taken aback, for in reaching under Jill's armpit, Dr Li's fingers had brushed
ever-so-lightly over her right nipple, barely encased in her thin lace bra,
sending an unwanted buzz over her ample right breast, seizing it up immediately
and turning her smooth, puffy nipples into instant hard knobs.
She was horrified at her reaction. This was not a man whom she would find
remotely attractive at all. He looked almost 60, like the opium addicts
she has seen in
Jill sat up frozen, while Dr Li adjusted the back of the examination couch,
sending it up slightly. As Dr Li gently eased her back onto the couch,
his skinny hands brushed against the sides of the tits. This time it sent
more than a jerk- Jill not only straightened her legs in pleasure, but a sudden
throb in her cunt shot a silver of cream, coating her thong's pearls with her
juice.
She was really horrified now. Why was she acting this way? She
really needed to get a grip. Perhaps it's that darn thong that's throwing
her off. "Stay focused!!" Jill told herself, a self-talk that
she does in her head all the time.
"I'll take your pulse now. Then
later on, you can tell me what's wrong. But don't talk now. Just
breathe normally" Dr Li, like all
traditional Chinese physicians held her wrist and took her pulse, in a ritual
that has occurred for thousands of years of Traditional Chinese Medicine, or
TCM. Nothing unusual. So Jill relaxed,
calmed down and even closed her eyes. But Dr Li scrutinised his patient
intensely, his eyes never leaving her face, even though just a few inches away
was an ample rack that was now heaving rhythmically with its nipples hardening
steadily in the air-conditioned room.
"Now, tell me what's wrong. Your boyfriend, John, only mentioned
that your leg is in pain?" Dr Li enquired, his eyes still not leaving her
face. Jill began to feel strangely focused on Dr Li's face with his wispy
moustache, as she told him about the pain.
Dr Li now moved to her left and put one hand on her tummy while the other one
felt round her left hip. Although not an inch of her gown moved at all,
Jill was consciously aware that the bottom of the gown did not cover her pussy
lips- exposing her pouty folds and the now slightly wet pearls that disappeared
into her sweet lips. Dr Li felt around her side, again, his eyes never
leaving her face, and looking directly into her eyes. Was that a smirk on
his face? Did he lick his lips? Jill couldn't keep those thoughts
from her mind as he felt the meridian points down her left hip. She also
started to feel sleepy and her eyelids heavy, but come what may, she wasn't
able to close them, but had a fascination to look at Dr Li even though she now
felt like relaxing into a deep sleep.
"I will now move your legs up. You may hear and feel some joints
popping. That is natural, so don't be alarmed. I may need to
massage some areas first in order to relax the muscles. Later on, I will
need to push your pelvis into certain positions in order to release the
stiffness. Don't worry, just relax and all will be fine." Dr
Li's voice seems to intone into her, making her more sleepy,
yet unable to close even a fraction of her eyes. She was now looking at
him intently, and her eyes slowly followed his hands.
Dr Li lifted up her left leg, bent her knees towards her chest and held it
there for awhile, pressing down on her pelvis, slightly twisting it to her
right. His right hand hooked itself under Jill's left knee while his left
hand slid down to her left inner thigh holding it with a firm grip that was
out-of-proportion to his thin frame. As his left hand grasped Jill’s slim
thighs, she realised that his hand was just a breath away from her pussy
folds. Jill blushed at the thought and felt her face turned hot and red,
something that she seldom does. "What's the matter with me?
Why am I feeling like some teenager?" This manipulation of her limbs was
no different from that done as a routine by her American-trained chiropractor,
Andrew. Yet with Andrew, Jane felt nothing. Why, in fact even when
her youngish gynaecologist spreads her wide, she had no such feelings.
Then why is she all hot and bothered when a 'dirty old man' character does the
same to her? Just what is going on here?
Jill was full of questions as she looked down and was suddenly aware that the
rotational movement brought up her gown even further. Now her entire
pubis with its transparent triangle of pink gauze was exposed, with her labia
folds gaping just slightly so. As Dr Li began tiny rotations of her hip
joint, first clockwise, then anti-clockwise, then pressing forward again, only
to repeat this movement all over again, Jill was painfully aware that with
every movement of her hip joint, Dr Li was in fact pushing and grinding the
pearl thong around her increasingly wet slit.
The thongs seem to slip higher, shifting more pearls into her
folds. Round and round the pearls
ground into her labia folds, then the movement stopped, only to exert an inward
pressure. Then it all began again. She was feeling a familiar
sensation, but only just so.
Jill felt guilty at feeling such sensations at a doctor's treatment, and
especially with a character like Dr "Fu Man Chu" Li. But she
was assured because never once did Dr Li's eyes move to her sweet slit at
all. He was in fact looking intently at her face.
Jill was fighting her feelings when Dr Li suddenly let down her legs saying,
"I need to free up your meridian points along your thighs but I need an
added traction pressure. I will call my
assistant in.” He stopped all movement
and walked over to the door.
It was anti-climatic in more ways than one, because Dr Li's rhythmic rotation of Jill’s hips had brought up a delicious tension in Jill's pelvis which needed release and here she was suddenly deprived of it. She was momentarily stunned. Meanwhile, Dr Li had pressed a buzzer just outside the door, and before she knew it, the creepy assistant just about rushed in. Grinning as usual. His eyes instantly on Jill, with her gown, now hitched up over her navel, and her pearl thongs exposed.
“I’m going to move the couch a little, as we need your legs up higher.” Dr Li pressed a lever and Jill found that the bottom half of the examination couch splitting apart, spreading both her legs apart and rotating her hips backwards until her knees were almost the same level with her chest. Just like a gynaecologist’s stirrup couch. This sent her pearl thong deeper into her front clef, and Jill gasped as more pearls pressed urgently against her.
The plump, sweating assistant immediately moved in and strapped her ankles down, making sure that he held her thighs with his calloused hands as he did so, his eyes constantly on the pearls. Dr Li meanwhile had moved towards his trolley of traditional Chinese medicine gadgets and picked up some glass suction cups, cleaning them with barbicide, a hospital grade antiseptic.
“I need to free up your meridian points all along your left inner thighs, up the left side of your body and along your lower abdomen. I’m going to use these suction cups. It may hurt a little as I put it on, but bear with it. After the initial pain, it will feel soothing as it draws up all the excess wind and stimulate your meridian points. As your right side is not so affected, I will have my assistant here, simultaneously massage your meridian points there. No need for any suction cup. I will also need to take off your bra. We mustn’t have anything constriction your body.”
Before Jill could absorb all that he said, Dr Li’s assistant swiftly unhooked Jill’s bra and pushed her tits out of its underwire cups. Her 32C tits, which had only the underwires to keep them intact, now sprang free of her lace cover. Dr Li’s assistant then pushed her bra, still hanging by its strap, out of the way, high up over her chest.
The cold of the air-conditioning instantly turned her puffy nipples hard, made even more so by the assistant’s rough hands over the flimsy hospital gown. Jill felt another jolt around her labia and that coated her pearl thong with more cream. She began to feel a strange, mixed feeling- of distress, yet a growing pleasure. She was horrified that with every touch of these 2 men, she was reacting in all wrong way. Why was she now throbbing when she finds both men totally repulsive, in a way, unlike her new boyfriend, John, the athlete.
Just then, a pain shot up Jill’s inner thighs as Dr Li slipped on the first of many suction cups along her meridian points. For a small, thin man, Dr Li’s touch now was very forceful and he worked swiftly- seizing on a thumb-sized bit of flesh, he pushed them into each suction cup. You could now see a line of four suction cups along Jill’s splayed inner thighs- its flesh visible and red through the glass cups. The last of which took Jill by surprise and it was just on the crease where her thighs meet her pubic mound. And the instant it went on, a wave of pleasure shot through Jill’s by now weak labia folds. It sent yet another shot of cream through her pearl thongs, which were now soaked and glistening. Dr Li’s assistant smirked and drew in his breath loudly even as he was massaging each meridian point on Jill’s other leg, her right leg, following and mirroring where Dr Li had put the suction cups on her left leg.
As each suction cup went to work, Jill felt initial pain, then a pleasurable sensation, as the pain eased. But with Dr Li swiftly adding more suction cups, the pain and pleasure began to mingle in her senses. What’s more, the plump assistant’s constant, strong massage with his calloused fingers only brought pleasure on her right thighs, mingling with the pain and pleasure on her left. Jill began to ease into the rhythm of the 2 men.
Now Dr Li fixed the last of 3 more suction cups was put over her lower abs. She began to feel even more waves throughout here upper pubic mons. She had 7 suction cups on her now, 4 of them along the length of her left inner thighs and 3 on her lower abs just above her shaved pubes. “Don’t worry. We are about finished.”
But as he ended his sentence, Jill’s eyes, which were closed in pleasure and pain suddenly, shot open in shock. For suddenly, Dr Li’s assistant moved his right hand over Jill’s clit, even as his left hand was steadily massaging and pressing onto Jill’s meridian points on her right leg. The sudden touch to her already expanding clit (that had come out of her hood due to all that stimulation), made her jump and her restrained ankle buckled.
Dr Li only stopped momentarily to give her a look, “Don’t worry. My assistant is just preparing the site where the last suction cup will go. It’s the strongest point in your meridian line. There will be a little more pain as the cup goes in, but it will soon go away as we start up the electro therapy.”
Jill was confused, but at the same time, a mounting wave began to build up in her pelvis. Who said anything about electro therapy? But she couldn’t think further. For the assistant’s expert but rough and calloused finger had begun to throw her entire focus off. Her clit was now throbbing and twitching. If Jill had opened her eyes at that moment, she would have been disgusted because the plumb assistant was practically salivating and staring intently at her clit, now exposed because her thong was pushed aside. Dr Li as well, who had so far not even glanced at her splayed legs, was now staring at Jill’s swollen labia, slick and wet with her juice.
Riding on the wave of pleasure that seemed to be prolonging without any pause, Jill was suddenly jolted almost upright by a shot of pain on her clit. Dr Li had put the last of the suction cup right over her swollen and throbbing clit. It hurt like crazy and Jill yelped. But only for a moment. As the pain eased and the familiar wave started on her clit, Jill suddenly realised that her gown was being pushed up and her bra eased down her shoulders and from her arms by the assistant. The plumb assistant then whipped off her gown too, went behind her and held her arms back.
Jill wanted to look back at him but the waves that was building throughout her inflamed labia and beyond prevented her from doing so. The plumb young man now reached out from behind her and began to massage her 32C breasts, pulling on her left nipple. It was strange because this young man was able to simultaneously massage her right breast, yet not touch her right nipple at all, only working on her ample breast meat surrounding her nipple. Meanwhile, the assistant’s rough fingers was at the same time diligently working at making her left nipple stand out, tweaking and pulling them, and eliciting the first moan from Jill, who has so far tried to surpress any pleasurable moans that she was dying to shout out loud.
Dr Li was now approaching her left side, holding onto a small rubber pad with a very peculiar small hole in the middle. The pad was wired and connected to a panel. Jill was now wide-eyed in fascination, as Dr Li swiftly fixed it over Jill’s extended left nipple, having been pulled and pinched by Dr Li’s assistant. Dr Li had no trouble pulling her elongated nipple nub over the hole in the rubber pads. Jill had now a kind of rubber shield over her left areola, while her nipple tip protruded free of the rubber pad. Meanwhile the assistant standing behind her, massaging her right breast, never touching her right nipple, which was now rigid and screaming for attention, but not getting it.
“Umfgggg” Jill heard herself. It wasn’t a scream. It was more like a muffled, suppressed moan of shock, pain, then that familiar throb yet again. This time the throb in her cunt and clit was matched by a rhythmic jolt in her left nipple. Jill realised that Dr Li had sent a slight wave of electro-therapy current through her left nipple. At the same time, Dr Li’s assistant had now started to move his calloused fingers from her right breast meat to her right nipple. Bare of any electric pads, her right nipple had been calling out for attention. It got what it wanted- the rough finger and thumb of Dr Li’s assistant, who was now tweaking her right nipple in exact timing to the jolt of the electro-therapy pads on her left nipple. How did he know what to do?
Jill didn’t ponder long as yet another wave of pleasure overtook her body. This time, as Dr Li himself moved onto her right splayed thighs and massaged her meridian points there. As the 2 men worked on her, Jill felt that familiar build-up. She was heading for an orgasm, but one which had already had a few peaks, and one which threatened to be the biggest she ever had.
But there was something else. Her juice had totally soaked through her thong and left a wet puddle on Dr Li’s leather examination couch. But this juice seemed different. It smelt different- like a raw, earthy smell that only a true sexual connection can bring to a woman. She had ever had it only once in her life so far. But she remembered the smell well. She could never forget the smell as that one-night-stand years ago had blown her mind and she had ever since been trying to find that connection again. She also recalled how her friend Jane, a submissive, had always said about the smell of true sex- when a woman is truly turned on, heart, mind and soul. Jane, her submissive friend had only ever smelt it on herself whenever she was with her Master.
And now Jill knew what her friend meant. It was only arousal at the primeval sense that produced that smell of raw sex cumming from a cunt that was totally in synch with its own turned on mind. And Jill suddenly realised too, that this smell was what she had smelt earlier on the examination gown just half an hour ago, when she had put it on. She was having a sexual connection and awakening in the oddest of places, with the strangest pair of men.
But as her climax built and Jill arched her back, and opened her mouth to scream, Dr Li’s assistant’s hands worked even more frantically over her right nipple, while his other hand went over her mouth to suppress her climatic scream.
Jill fell into waves and waves of pleasure
just as the Chinese painting on the opposite wall shifted a little. For if you had looked carefully at the
painting, one of whose brush strokes resembled fingers tweaking a nipple, you
will see a peephole. That day, as Jill
arched her back in a climatic ending to a typically hot, tropical
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