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video title | 'ellie's forced orgasm treatment'
video description | 'sweet little ellie might just have the tiniest clit dr. ari has ever seen. to prep her for her forced orgasm treatment, he uses a precision pump to grow the itty bitty nubbin to a more manageable size. as the machine milks the patient's clit, the doctor stretches out her tiny bottom with a gloved finger, reveling in the way she cries so pathetically at the unwanted penetration. once her clit is nice and swollen, the pump is removed and a clamp is applied to keep the knot of flesh exposed. dr. ari chooses one of his favorite tools to administer ellie's orgasm treatment: a vibrating brush designed for the clit combined with his patented warming paste, alongside a larger plug to properly stuff her abused little bottom. with expert care, he scrubs the patient's clit while working the plug inside her burning hole, building her up to a powerful orgasm right there on the exam table. poor little ellie wails as she squirts all over dr. ari's hands and tools, earning lots of praise from the proud doctor.'
participants | dr. ari levinson, ellie [regressed patient]
warnings | unambiguous NONcon: crying, resisting, pleading. nswf age regression/play. medfet elements: clinical setting, exam table, stirrups, restraints, gloves, sex toys used as "medical instruments." clit focus: pump, clamp, the dreaded brush returns >:D, warming paste. (virgin) anal play: fingering, plug. squirting forced orgasm. mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise. (basically) no aftercare.
word count | 2,098
an | eun's first smut in like,, actual years at this point? and it's filthy, depraved medfet? more likely than you'd think besties B^) so the way i've started to draft private practice concepts (and i'll explain this more in a proper post about the series/update the masterlist to include this information at some point) is in the format of a video library that the clinic keeps, comprised of videos taken during patient appointments. i'm not quite sure why i've been doing it this way, but it's been working, so i'm not gonna fight it lol. i've found it's been a little easier for me to use a nondescriptive "patient" with a name, instead of traditional reader-insert; i hope that's alright with everyone. the patients won't have many physical descriptors if any at all, and i'm not sure if their appearances will each be a one-off or if they'll have ongoing storylines. but for now, enjoy ellie and dr. ari in this piece :) thanks so so so much to everyone who has waited literal years for me to get back to posting. i love you forever with all my (slutty little) heart <333
The opening shot of the recording shows one of the clinic's pristine exam rooms, with little Ellie strapped down securely to the padded table. Her legs are spread obscenely wide in the sturdy set of stirrups, a paper gown already pushed back to only reach the bottom of her tummy. Tears prickle in the poor girl's eyes as Dr. Ari takes a seat on the stool at the foot of the table.
“Alright, Ellie," he murmurs calmly, snapping on a pair of nitrile gloves. "We have a very special treatment planned for that little clit of yours today." Reaching up with a large hand, the doctor adjusts the overhead light to shine down more directly onto Ellie's exposed pussy, which twitches nervously under his and the camera's gaze.
"Now as you can see," the man narrates clinically for the recording, "little Ellie here has an exceptionally small clitoris. It's hardly visible," he muses, using a gloved hand to gently manipulate the girl's folds to better reveal her tiny nub, which remains hidden by its protective hood of skin. "Mhmm," Dr. Ari hums thoughtfully, reaching over for the tube of lubricating gel that sits on the instrument cart at his side. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"
The clit pump itself is a standard-issue, medical-grade machine. Its power source is a small box with a set of control buttons and levers, with a foot pedal for easy operation. The pump itself is a clear plastic cylinder that attaches to the base with a flexible tube. Ellie whimpers softly as she eyes the machine, watching as the doctor applies the lubricating gel to the attachment generously.
"There, that should make things run nice and smoothly," he coos, his words meant to ease the little patient's worried expression. "We certainly don't want any pinching or tugging on that precious little clit of yours, do we, sweetheart?"
Steadily, he uses the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand to retract the hood of Ellie's clit, exposing the little nub to the camera's view. "There it is," he coos lovingly, positioning the pump directly over it before powering on the machine with his foot. The equipment hums to life as the gentle suction starts, pulling the poor girl's tiny clit upward into the plastic cylinder.
Ellie lets out a startled gasp, her hips bracing against the restraints that keep her held down so securely to the table. Dr. Ari watches with a pleased smile as her clit is worked by the pump in a torturous milking motion, the knot of flesh already growing darker in color as blood flow increases. "There we go," the satisfied doctor murmurs, watching intently as the little patient's clit is worked by the machine. "Nice and visible now." Ellie whines softly, her eyes squeezing shut as the relentless rhythm of the suction overwhelms her, her fingers and toes twitching against the table.
"And while we let the pump do its work..." Dr. Ari reaches for the lubricating gel again, this time coating his left pointer finger, "Let's open up that little bottom of yours, shall we?"
Ellie lets out a louder cry of protest as his gloved fingertip teases her tighter entrance, her entire body tensing with dread. "Just relax for me, sweetheart. The more you struggle, the worse it'll feel."
With skilled ease, the man begins pushing past her tight ring of muscle, humming sympathetically as she continues to cry at the unpleasant feeling. "I know, angel. It burns a little, doesn't it? That's okay; that's what the gel is there for. You can take it."
Once he's made it past the initial point of resistance, he begins a slow, steady pumping motion with his slick digit, stretching her tight entrance as the machine's low hum drones on. Ellie's sweet face contorts with embarrassment and pain as she's violated in both places by the doctor, with no way to fight back or stop him.
But despite her tears and clear displeasure, the poor little patient's pussy has begun leaking as Dr. Ari continues his work. Taking notice, the doctor grins darkly at the sight of the girl getting aroused by having her tiny hole penetrated against her will by his gloved finger, her wetness dripping down onto the lined napkin below her bottom. "Look at that," he muses, nodding towards the clear fluid that's begun leaking from her pussy. "You like it when the doctor straps you down and makes you cry, don't you, little one? Getting your bottom fingered like this is making you wet." He slides his finger deeper, working the slippery digit in and out against her poor, aching walls. Ellie whines and shakes her head in denial, her humiliation evident. "Such a naughty little patient."
After several more minutes of stretching out her tighter hole on his finger, Dr. Ari notices that the pump is ready to be removed. He releases it with a careful pop, revealing the girl's abused clit, which has grown and hardened noticeably from the prep.
Withdrawing his finger from Ellie's bottom, the practiced man uses his clean glove to smear her own wetness over her throbbing little clit, watching with delight as the poor girl flinches and hiccups from the brief stimulation. "Alright, sweetheart. You did such a good job letting the pump do its work. Now we can begin your real treatment."
He keeps his eyes on his patient's dripping sex as he removes his gloves before snapping on a fresh pair. "Mhmm, that machine made your clit nice and puffy for me. Now it should be much easier to make you come, don't you think?"
Leaning down to open one of the drawers below the medical cart, he pauses as he considers his selection of tools. "Now let's see here..." His eyes scan the assortment of vibrators, dilators, plugs, and more. “Since your pretty little bottom is already nice and stretched from my finger, let's use a plug to keep it that way while we work on your clit," the doctor decides aloud. Selecting a large, ribbed plug from the drawer, he sheaths the tool in a disposable rubber cover before preparing it generously with lube. Poor Ellie's cries worsen again at the sight of the instrument, her tummy trembling at the idea of the textured length being forced into her ill-prepared opening.
"Here we are, little one," Dr. Ari says cheerfully, pressing the daunting tip of the plug against the patient's slippery hole. "Now be a good girl and open wide for me."
Ellie wails as the insertion begins, the girth of the tool stretching her obscenely wide as her sphincter and walls ache with each passing ridge. Once it's fully seated, the doctor gives the base a loving pat, earning an extra whimper from his mess of a patient. "There," he smiles broadly. "And now that your bottom is taken care of, let's focus on that messy little clit of yours."
The man selects a small clamp made of plastic, removing its wrapper before opening it wide and positioning it over Ellie's helpless button. "This will keep your clit exposed and hard while we work you up to that orgasm."
The girl cries out weakly as the clamp is placed, trapping and holding her clit steady beneath the doctor's perverted gaze. Satisfied with the setup so far, Dr. Ari returns to the drawer of instruments for a final time.
One particular instrument catches his eye, a vibrator with a disposable head that's similar to a toothbrush, though the bristles are made of soft silicone. After years of experience, the doctor knows that this tool in particular always produces powerful orgasms, especially when used to "scrub" the clit with the specialized warming paste he designed himself.
Picking up the vibrator's base, he grabs a tab of the paste as well as a new head to pair with the handle. Ellie watches in horror as he clicks the silicon attachment into place, securing the circular tab of paste to the back of his gloved hand for easy access. "This is a very special tool, Ellie," the doctor explains as he works, holding it up for the patient to see. "We're going to scrub that swollen little clit of yours until you come nice and hard for me.” Ignoring the girl's soft sobs and protests, the doctor applies a decent amount of the paste to the instrument's bristles before switching it on, smiling fondly as it hums to life.
As soon as the brush is lowered onto little Ellie's clit, she lets out a loud yelp, her legs kicking uselessly as they're held tightly to the stirrups by the straps. "There, see? The clamp is going to hold your clit nice and still for me while I give it a good scrubbing. Now be a big girl and hold still for the doctor."
With a steady hand, Dr. Ari begins working the brush in small circles over the little one's clit, the warming paste stinging and burning as the poor girl can only manage to weep on the table. "That's it, sweetheart," the man coos gently, his expression full of mock-sympathy and understanding. As the brush does its work, the gritty paste quickly mixes with the patient's wetness to form a frothy foam that helps the brush work nice and smoothly. The doctor watches in sick delight as Ellie's clit swells up even more in the clamp, unable to escape the horrible stimulation. Through a bit of experimentation, he finds that she cries the hardest when he focuses the whirring bristles of the brush right on the sensitive head of her clit, working in small circles.
Using his free hand, he presses firmly on the base of the anal plug, preventing the girl from pushing it out. "Shhh, I know. That feels so intense, doesn't it, baby?" the cruel doctor murmurs, keeping the brush positioned right where it's needed most. "Every time I circle this spot right here, you cry a little harder. Don't you, sweetheart?" Applying a bit more pressure, he watches as his patient's hips and legs jerk against the restraints, tears and drool dripping down her chin as she cries so pathetically.
"And your little bottom, it's still stuffed up nice and full, isn't it?" Dr. Ari reminds her, pumping the oversized plug in and out of her abused hole a few times to earn some extra whimpers and tears. "And we'll just keep working your clit here, just keep scrubbing and scrubbing..." It's a tactic he uses often, and it's having its exact intended effect: the more the doctor describes what he's doing out loud, the more distressed and ultimately aroused the patient tends to get.
Within just minutes of the combined clit scrubbing and anal penetration, Ellie's cries have taken on a familiar tone as the pressure in her tummy has grown to unsustainable levels. "That's right, baby girl," Dr. Ari praises kindly, watching her muscles tense up as her body prepares for its unwanted peak. "There it is; you're almost there. Go ahead and come for me, sweetheart. Come for the doctor."
Just as he planned, his words tip his little patient over the edge as her whole body spasms, a broken cry rising in her throat as she comes hard against the doctor's instruments. "Good, that's a good girl," he hums as he keeps the tools in place, watching as her clit twitches painfully beneath the brush's steady pressure. To his surprise, Ellie squirts heavily, drenching the gauze napkin beneath her. Her tiny bottom tries to push the plug out, but Dr. Ari makes sure to keep it right in place, continuing to encourage her, "There you go, angel. Keep coming for me... such a good girl."
Ellie's forced orgasm lasts a torturous several seconds before the red-hot waves of pleasure are finally replaced by softer, fuzzy tingles. Once the doctor is certain she's finished, he gently removes the vibrator and switches it off, setting it down on the tray beside him as the girl's soft panting fills the silence.
"Very good," he hums again, leaving the plug in place as he uses a gloved hand to spread the little one's folds open, admiring the aftermath of his work. "You did such a good job for me, angel. Just keep taking those deep breaths, okay? We'll get you cleaned up here in a second." The final few moments of the tape show little Ellie lying there, breathless on the exam table, Dr. Ari's hand stroking her tummy softly as she floats down from her terrible high.
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