Copyright 2009. All RIghts Reserved. KamaYogi Tales
Suparna had always been high energy and smiling – never one to sit back, always ready to run an errand or do a chore for someone else. But the hard work of years keeping a job and family was finally taking its toll and for the last many months her back kept just growing worse. Sometimes it grew so bad she just felt like lying down anywhere.
Once the pain was so unbearable when riding an auto, she asked the driver to stop, and went and sat on a bench, at a road side tea stall… bad idea. The driver came sat next to her and had a cup of tea too … she went home and took a shower. Not because the driver smelled, but because between him and every other man at the chai stall, they had peeled the clothes off of her with their eyes. And she could still feel their hands running over her even after she had toweled herself dry. It did bother her a little bit that her pussy kept getting wet thinking about it, after all wasn’t she a good girl, who should feel disgusted. Anyway, she rolled some toilet tissue into a narrow plug, shoved it up her pussy, pulled up her panties and never thought much about it again.
Well – back to the back pain! She planned to go to that dowdy female doctor, Dr. (Mrs.) Sengupta, who she saw once every few years. See Suparna rarely fell ill, but when she did, Mrs. Sengupta set her right. The last time was when she had … well that is a different story.
Her office was in the older part of Malleswaram, and was set in a decaying, old, house, with cool mosaic floors, small grilled windows mounted with stained glass and old Usha ceiling fans that kept up a constant din. The ground floor was the waiting area and a short climb to the first floors and the doctor’s examination room and the lab were there. Since only the security guard was there downstairs, she climbed upstairs to see if anyone else was there.
She opened the examination room door. The room smelt of phenyl, it had blue paint on the walls, a tubelight, and a picture frame of a lake and a boat with a clock fixed in it.
And there, instead of Dr. (Mrs.) Sengpta, her husband, the original Dr. Sengupta, who worked at Manipal, was on duty. Oh what the heck, it was going to be a few minutes of getting a referral to a specialist or even some prescription, so she might as well see this guy and get it over with. “Hullo Doctor” she said in the nicest voice she could muster.
He looked up, and said “Come in, come in, please”. The doctor was short, pudgy, had beady eyes, and smelt of Brylcreem and Old Spice. He had curly hair and wore thick glasses and had a sly, shy smile, that seemed – weird. She felt safer that a nurse was also there. Shriveled, clad in a white sari with a blue broder, the nurse looked more like an ayah, than someone trained to do her job. Suparna could not help but wonder, who she preferred – a whole bunch of auto drivers visually stripping her, or this nauseating old woman and this weird doctor.
After he heard her history of back pain he leant back, steepled his fat fingers, closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again – “please go lie down, let me take a look”. She looked to where he gestured and there was the exam table, a high table, on sturdy legs, with green rexin covering it. A small metal step helped her climb up and lie down on it. She felt even better when he did not ask her to pull her kameez up. “Please to lie down and breathe normally” he commanded, she complied.
That would have been that – a nice simple once over and then off she would go, prescription in hand. Except he casually pushed his ample belly against her side as stood along the table. She could smell him and it did not smell great – Bryclreem, Old Spice and some ugly body odor.
Then with little fanfare he pressed one hand over the other and applied pressure with his forefingers, as he pressed on her hips, running all along the panty lines and the waist line. He then floated his hands above her to where they just bumped her left nipple and they came to rest on her collar bone. Suparana nearly cried in surprise but bit her tongue – her legs stiffened and her nipples slowly grew erect. That was one thing she knew she could never hide – her nipples stood up at the lightest touch, and pushed against the thickest bra or heaviest blouse. He made grunting sounds as he continued to examine her.
Almost as if on cue, the nurse, came up the other side and rested her gnarly hands right on her love pad… two fingers tucked ever so little, into the space between her thighs. And she smiled kindly. Suparna felt fear, excitement and disgust. But she dared not complain – what could she say – “stop playing with my body” – for heaven’s sake this was a doctor’s office after all – and she should stop imagining things.
“Please to turn around” Dr. Sengupta said. Suparana grateful to hide her erect nipples spun around and lay face down. “Loose please” he said and tugged at her salwar, (her pajamas). So she raised her butt a bit, shoved her hands under her belly and loosened the draw strings. Whereupon she felt two large, warm, soft, creepy paws slowly pull her salwar down, and her panties too, till half her butt was exposed. He then proceeded to examine her in the same manner he did before, hand over hand, with pressure from two forefingers – all the while asking “pain here?”. He raised her shirt, and check up and down her back. “Turn please” he said again and she rolled once more, and lay face up.
“Are you under stress?”…it was Dr. Sengupta. Suparna nodded her head as if startled. He said … “90 percent back pain due to stress, let me check your pulse. And with that, he plugged his stethescope in his ears, and placed the other end square on her left breast. The one with erect nipple. And then with that same smile, he firmly pushed down on the nipple till he nearly crushed her breast. Suparna yelped and stiffened her legs, the nurses fingers caught in between her thighs. The nurse smiled again and patted her right on the chest to stay calm. The doctor again looked at her curiously, his belly now mashing against her right breast, and turned to the nurse and said – “Rao ko ECG karne keliye bolo! inko robe dedo” He turned again to Suparna, and told her… “madam – can u please wear the robe so we can do the ECG for you”, at the same time laying his paw to rest on her left breast. Her nipple rose again, valiantly, in defiance.
His left arm reaching for a dirty examination gown that the nurse held out. It looked like that may have never been washed. As he was going to hand it to her his phone rang, it was his wife. He spoke to her for a full 3 minutes, all the while, his stubby, round hand lay, cupping Suparna’s breast, her nipple waiting to peek out between his fat fingers. This was crazy thought Suparna. Did he know what he was doing! She calmed herself – I am the one with the dirty mind…these doctors see so many people, he must not enjoy doing anything like this.
Suparna looked at a calendar on the wall – beautiful mountain scenery. It reminded her of her native place. And she desperately wanted to leave here, – the place was too creepy! served her right for coming to a small clinic to save some bucks instead of going to Manipal Hospital. It was almost as if she had willed it. He finished his call and raised his hand deftly – his fingers almost tweaking the nipple – but then did not. Then he stepped away and sat at his desk working on some papers, head down – pretending not to notice as she got up to change. Suparna again thought to herself – he is just doing his job. And my mind is the one that is twisted.
The ceiling fan kept whirring – making a slight clanking sound. Suparna stood up, her knees felt wobbly, she looked around for a place to change when the Dr. look up and said – “dont worry – you can change here. I am a doctor! I have seen everything” She hesitated. He then said – “keep your panty bra on, no need to remove”. Muttering a “thank you doctor”, she faced away from him and slowly loosened her salwar and dropped it to the floor. She bent down to pick it up – which is when she cursed the cheap panties she had bought in Meerut. They had ridden all the way up and even though she was facing away, the doctor could clearly see the lips of her vagina spilling out as her panty rode deep into her wedge. As she rose up she turned her neck around and she met his full hungry gaze. He looked away awkwardly and then he looked back down to his papers. She eased her pussy lips and buttocks back into the comfort of her panties where they belonged.
She was scared and wet at the same time – she wanted to run out – this was crazy! but her back hurt and maybe she was just being over sensitive. . , over sexed. She calmed down and took her kameez off. She bravely turned around, her tired breasts swinging along, safe in the bra. She raised her hands and started slipping the gown over her head – which is when the sleeves got stuck.
As she struggled, the nurse walked in the room and dashed over to help her. Her hands fell over Suparna seemingly to help with the gown, but instead of helping free the sleeve first, the nurse calmly unhooked Suparna’s bra, slowly pulling each cup off each breast and let it drop, leaving her “mommy” breasts, fully exposed. At this point Suparna was pissed and angry. She turned to Dr, Sengupta and told him – “please tell you nurse to manage her hands! – otherwise I will leave. Because of your office, I am so stressed, my back hurts even more!”. Worse yet, her erect nipples, happy, proud and free – were there for all to see – swaying as she furiously delivered her lines – telling the whole world they were having a good time!
Sengupta got upset. He stood up, walked around the table, came close to her and said “Madam –leave to go right now! I will call the next patient! They can see how you are – without decency! My staff helping close you dress and you shout at them! You have no shame! Do you like back pain? Eh?!”
She just muttered – “Sorry” under her breath.
Then he barked “Shanti! Help karo!” to the nurse. Shanti shoved a filthy, bangled hand up Suparna’s gown and into her sleeve, opened up the kink and pulled her hand out roughly, her gold bangles bruising Suparna’s breasts, almost as if in joy. The gown thankfully fell down and covered her till the knees. She said “thanks” to the nurse. She was convent educated and knew all these manners.
As if in grateful response, the nurse crouched on her knees, her hands reaching up the gown and started to pull Suparna’s panties down. “No…dont you touch me…” Suaprana screamed, standing in the room, with the panties stuck at her knees. The Dr. looked up, and went back to work. The nurse pulled back looking hurt. The door banged open and, most likely it was Rao, wheeled the ECG machine in, his eyes fixed on Suparna as she quickly raised the panties up, the gown rising with it as well. He caught the top her fuzz line and she caught him looking at it.
Dr. Sengupta said “please get ready” to Rao, “madam lie down please” to her, and left the room. Suparana lay down once more, feeling completely exposed. The bed was not long enough and she had to bend her knees, forcing her to hold the gown up against her lower thighs. She hated upskirt peeping toms, except when she wanted to put out. And if she would have her way – Rao wasn’t going to look up her dress, not unless he was nice and earned it J
Rao was thin and tall, starved and twisted. He smiled – it was a nice smile. She relaxed – maybe he was nice after all. Like everything else in this clinic, even the scissors he used seemed decaying. She sighed. He opened a roll of what looked like thick, industrial sello tape, and began cutting and laying badly mangled strips of tape on the edge of the bed. He also laid down a whole bunch of wires on her belly – as if they belonged there. Using a wooden spatula, he took what looked like gel from a jar, and daubed a lump of it on his left hand. He turned to the nurse and said “Shanti – ready?”
She sided up to the bed and what seemed like a skill born of practice, cheerfully lifted Suparna’s gown all the way up, just above the midriff – where the rise of her breasts began. She stood on left side, her hands firmly resting on Suparna’s breasts, the hem of the gown cutting like a tight band across them leaving the lower half of her ok tits, bulging out in protest. Under other circumstances, she would have enjoyed playing Rao with that kind of a tease. But not with Shanti’s hands folded around the the gown, her rough gnarled fingers abrading the smooth of her breasts.
With a practiced hand, Rao applied the cold gel to Suparna’s midriff, belly, legs, hands and inner thigh – she gasped. Then he placed the cold metal electrodes, over them, quickly covering each with a strip of heavy tape. His hands were warm. If she wanted, she could really tease him – but not today. She was shamed, scared and by now, dripping wet. Her panties were thick, but she was sure – they could see the damp. She sighed again. Why did she get into such situations – and then – why did she let them go on. Wasn’t she a good girl?
As if it was the most normal thing to do, Rao smoothly hooked the tips of his fingers of both hands, under her panty’s waist line, and ran his fingers along them out towards the hips, all the while lowering them down a full inch. He looked at her and said – “relax madam”. She was so wet by now, like a leaky old tap, she was so sure his hands were moist with her love – but he did not seem to care! Must be gay – Suparana thought.
He then dropped his hands down both her sides and pulled down the bottom of her panty, so her buttocks were half exposed. She was ready to sit up, put her clothes and storm out. But then it would not have made a difference, it was too late – they had had stroked her, felt her, squished her boobs and pulled her panties down to her knees. She had been sure they would not dare go further – but she was wrong.
Just then Rao stuck five more electrodes – one each on the curve of the hips, then on the waist right where the curve of her inner thighs began, Then she could swear, he brushed her pubic hair down and stuck a fifth in line, and few inches above her clitoris. Then with a flourish of both hands, he grabbed her panties and pull them back up hard – she yelped, as they cut into her pussy. She had been getting somewhat loose since she had the kids, so when the panty rode up, they left both lips spilling out like folds of fat on either side. Her vagina felt raw and bruised.
Rao turned his head and smiled at her and said “Relax madam!” He took the few remaining electrodes and stuck them each on the rise of her breasts and rubbed the tape firm against the jellied mass, pushing under the gown, as if to make sure he would get a good reading. Then Shanti rolled, down the gown, Rao turned the machine on and Dr. Sengupta walked back in to survey her wired body. He took his stethoscope and placed his hand through the collar onto her right breast, making full contact with her nipple. She moaned inside. At this point Suparna could not care less if he had shoved his fingers up her ass or pounded her cunt. She just wanted all this over.
They ran the test for a few minutes. Rao switched off the machine. Dr. Sengupta pulled his arm out and went over to look at the reading and returned to his desk. Rao looked at Shani and said… “please get madam dress”, turned around at her …flashed his white teeth and said “get well madam!”. And then he was gone.
Shanti went to work. As if in vengeance, and with filthy teeth bared in a smile, she used her claw like fingers to peel off the tape and remove each electrode in painful slow motion. Then she cleaned the gel off with a piece of gauze dripping with alcohol. At this point Suparna let go… “ouch”ing every time the tape was peeled off. It burned even more when the alcohol ran down her skin.
The pain shot through her all of a sudden. And she let out a loud yelp. Shanti tried removing the wire, stuck right below her belly button… it seemed like the tape had stuck to her pubic hair. Dr. Sengupta looked up at the commotion and yelled “Rao ko bulao!”. Rao arrived in a jiffy and ran up to where Shanti held up the stubborn wire held fast by a lone pubic hair. Rao took his scissors, merrily pushed her panty down a little and cut off what looked like a small clump of hairs. He held them up and the wire triumphantly, smiling at her and said “ok?!”
Not to be outdone, Shanti took her gauze and scrubbed the area with alcohol. Suparna pulled up her panties and was just about to relax when she felt the most excruciating burning in her vagina. Damn that Shanti! The alcohol has seeped down. She screamed “Aaaaash… “Doctor can you please do this for me! She has just put alcohol and it is on my private parts and it is burning!”.
“Get out!” yelled Sengupta at Shanti and she fled. He went and locked the door, looked at her kindly and said – “please lie down, let me look.” She lay down and in a moment he had pulled her panties down to her knees and then completely off, placing them on his table. He went to a shelf, took what looked like cream, and with his bare hands, slowly rubbed it into her vagina. Suparna did not know whether she wanted his hand fucking her or to thank him for the cooling gel or whether she wanted to yell at him and leave in a huff, with the remaining wires stuck to her. She held her calm and her fear – this man wasn’t going to rape her, after all they knew the family. She was safe.
The doctor then lay the panties on her pussy, raised her gown and proceed to remove the remaining electrodes. He tugged at the second electrode and stopped. The tape on the left breast was wrapped around the nipple. “It will hurt little” he said to her, “better you sit here” and he motioned to a steel stool by his desk. Suparna, covered her modesty with a panty, walked over and sat down, bare butt, on the cold steel stool. Sengupta raised the gown above her head and took it off completely, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked, except for the panty lying on her lap. And as if to reassure her – he smiled and said “don’t worry, door is locked!”. He took what looked like small forceps, and without warming, pressed the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and pulled her nipple hard till it looked like a stretched rubber band. Using the forceps, he skillfully teased the tape loose and let go of the nipple. It gratefully contracted to normal length.
All this while, he had stood behind and around her, his body pressed against hers. She could feel the bulge of his full penis – and it was a lot bigger than she thought a fat man would have had.
Then he went to work on the other breast. Having finished, he took the cooling gel and daubed and played with both nipples till they were erect. At that point he could have bent her over and fucked her silly for all she cared – her feelings were all so mixed up – fear, lust, hunger, cold, pain, sex, and disgust. All mixed up. But he did not – nice man.
She looked and managed a weak smile, saying “thanks doctor”. He looked back and said – “don’t worry, I will cure back pain! Put on dress, people will come.” So she stood up, proud and naked, set her panties on the shelf, hooked her bra up fast. Then she walked over to get her salwar and kameez and put them on quickly, feeling weak and wobbly in the knees. Slipping her sandals on, straightening her hair, she looked up at him shyly and asked – “doctor – what is the payment?”. “Don’t worry dear, come in 2 weeks, we will settle then”. Fat chance she was going to come back in two weeks, but then, she had that new sari with that low cut blouse, hmm…maybe she could torture Rao a bit next time. Maybe. “Ok doctor, I come in 2 weeks, bye bye” – saying which she stood up, unlocked the door and stepped out into the corridor.
Shanti sat on the floor, chewing paan and looked at her with her toothy smile, stained teeth and all. Suparna dipped into her purse and gave her a rupee coin and she did a salam. And then she stepped out into the warm summer day, hailed an auto, gratefully crept inside and sat down on the seat. The last two hours had seemed surreal and she was ready to take a nap all the way home. The driver started the auto and was just wheeling it out when she heard a voice, – “Madam, madam”. She stuck her head out of the auto, at the same time tapping the driver on the shoulder to stop.
It was Rao… he ran the last few feet and handed her the by now wet, dirty, soiled panty. And said – “your panty madam, you forgot panty”. Right there in front of the auto driver! What an idiot!
She swore she would not wear any panties next time she was coming here! Serves them right she thought!
Then she smiled. She tried so hard to be a good girl. Only god knew that.
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