chapter three: ‘just what the doctor ordered’
madhelest — dom!ernest x dom!helen x sub!madeline
Ernest carefully prodded around Helen’s midsection, blue nitrile gloves pressing to the inside of the cleaned and hollowed-out cavity. A small flexible tube was gently disconnected from where her esophagus met the entrance to her stomach. The doctor carefully placed the pipe work down on a metal tray along with the screws that held it in place.
Helen sighed. While Ernest worked, she held a book up to her nose, glasses perched as she read from page to page. This had become a new routine for their ragtag family: monthly, Helen would have her entire abdomen cleaned out, the plumbing system allowing her to enjoy food again, and she would be taken in for a nice scrub. “You’re doing great.”
His work station was surprisingly clean as of now, she sat propped on an exam table made of metal, the material cool through her sweatpants. Her shirt was neatly folded next to her, so she was covered with an old stained bra for modesty along with a blanket to cover herself if she ever became uncomfortable.
The author glanced down to watch him work, dragging a soft rag and cleaning bits of cleaning fluid away from the scar tissue, she shuddered at the sensation and goosebumps lined her arms.
”The pasta sauce you make is a little too acidic, it’s corroding the lining..” The doctor half murmured, mostly just talking to himself. Nonetheless, Helen hummed in agreement and made a mental note to cut back on the tomato.
With steady hands the last of her makeshift digestive apparatus was removed and placed aside for further cleaning, he carefully sealed off what remained of her abdomen with a clean plastic barrier to prevent any fluid from leaking.
His gloved fingers tenderly felt around the cavity for anything out of the ordinary. It was strange, intimate, even familiar. Helen set the book down and pushed up Ernest’s glasses from where they went askew, he smiled into her touch.
Helen lifted his head up gently, pressing a kiss to his messy cropped hair, smelling the cologne he wore even when they had started dating. Despite the trouble he put her through—institutionalized, shot, and immortalized—she was fond of him dearly.
“All good up here.” Ernest carefully backtracked and pulled his hand out, wiping it clean on his towel situated in his lap.
Both of them jumped at the third voice, Ernest could see through Helen’s hole that Madeline was standing behind them, arms crossed over her chest, or her foot tap-tap-tapped on the floor.
“I thought we would do our exams together now, Hel.” Madeline‘s bottom lip stuck out in a pout, and she huffed, stepping farther into the cool room.
“I know, but I felt a leak and it turns out I needed to change my.. pipes.” Helen still felt a little weird saying that.
Madeline raised her eyebrow, clearly not amused. Ernest stood from his rolling chair, brushing invisible lint off of his khaki pants and smock. “You didn’t tell me first! You instead told Ernie.” She harrumphed. Ernest looked confused at the strays being caught by his name.
“Just say you hate me, Helen! I’m too old to be invited anywhere anymore.” Her long nails flew in the air as her arms flailed around dramatically. “What did I do?—“ Ernest asked, eventually ignored. Madeline’s theatrics almost caused a crack in Helen’s calm demeanor, and Ernest coughed to avoid laughter. “Maddie, calm down..”
“Oh, you think this is funny? Well—“
“Darling, do you want to join us?” Ernest's voice was soft, Helen smiled over her shoulder, all warm and inviting. The blonde was stunned into silence momentarily, but Madeline’s pout almost immediately faded away, she practically skipped over to crash into both of them.
Madeline assaulted Helen’s face with kisses at first, mumbling ‘I miss you’ under her breath as her lips trailed towards Helen's, eventually meeting in a sweet kiss. “So needy today, huh?” Helen smirked. “I was alone this morning when you went to the store“
“I was here—“ Ernest mumbled. remembering how his wife begged to be held by him after breakfast claiming ‘Helen was going to leave for good this time.’ In reality, they were all craving some fresh bread for dinner and she ran to Trader Joe’s for a quick pick-up.
“Oh, my Helly, I missed you.”
Ernest scooted the chair back over, widening his legs so Madeline could fit snugly between them and perch comfortably on his right thigh. Helen peered down at them with nothing but admiration in her gaze.
Returning to the task at hand best he could with a squirming Madeline in his lap, Ernest’s hand climbed higher in her abdomen, eventually reaching her remaining ribs (some blown to smithereens by the shotgun shell had to be removed painstakingly) and the bottom of her lungs. Helen took a deep breath, feeling his fingers trace the outline of her air supply, he made sure there was no internal damage.
Madeline was captivated by this process, her eyes following every small movement of the exam. Helen grabbed one of Madeline’s hands and brought it to rest on her thigh, thumb tracing soothing circles over the velvet skin.
Then, his hand traveled up into the right, half of his forearm now inside of Helen’s cavity as he caressed her heart. Despite it no longer beating, he could imagine the gentle pulse of the organ as he gently squeezed it.
Helen gasped as he did so, it was a blur between a pleasurable sensation and one that caused a dull ache in her chest. Nonetheless, she loved it. Madeline stared up at Helen with an apologetic look, Helen took her face in her hands.
“It’s okay. You’re forgiven, bunny.” Her thumb softly swiped up the skin of Madeline’s cheek, noticing the faint glittery highlighter that adorned her cheekbones. The blonde looked doubtful for a second.
Ernest gingerly removed his hand, then turned to remove the blue medical-grade gloves. “Do you want to see?” Helen‘s voice was soft, inviting Madeline to look. Madeline hesitated before nodding her head, Ernest scooted the chair forward to bring themselves closer to the table.
Bracing her hands on Helen‘s hips, Madeline craned her neck to gaze at the inside of Helen‘s abdomen, noting fleshy pink and purple undertones in her skin. Madeline hummed in awe, watching the rise and fall of Helen’s lungs with each breath (that she didn’t truly need.)
The first time both Madeline and Ernest saw Helen this exposed, she felt uncomfortable, worrying they would see her differently. Now she felt taken care of, the way both of them would hold her reverently like she was something to be adored, she was adored by them.
“Do you want to be checked up on too?” Helen cupped Madeline’s jaw, rubbing her thumb against perfectly pink lips.
After a minute of silence, Madeline pulled her head back to allow Helen to scoot over on the table so that Madeline could climb up herself, it was her turn to be examined.
“Will you be good for Doctor Menville?” Helen smiled proudly, almost like she was presenting her plaything to Ernest. Madeline nodded. Ernest stood and donned a new pair of gloves, now hovering over Madeline while Helen’s hands gathered Madeline’s blonde curls away from her neck.
Madeline’s greatest injury was her neck, being held in place by multiple screws and pins, the rest of her body suffered the same after her fall down the stairs, with multiple limbs being able to be detached and reattached. They sometimes came loose with extra extraneous activity or rusted with water damage.
The doctor reached over to a side table holding various different cleaners and paint removers, selecting rubbing alcohol and a few Q-tips before turning back and slowly peeling away the latex covering that shielded the metal screw screws from view.
After the screws were revealed from her neck, he carefully ran his fingers over all of them. He noted which ones were loose and which ones that needed to be loosened to allow her to move. Ernest reached into his apron pocket and selected a small flathead screwdriver and began tightening each screw that lined her vertebrae.
“Let us know if it hurts.” Helen kissed Madeline’s temple. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant sensation of metal driving into her bones.
It was something about the way they were both fussing over her, Helen stroking her hair and whispering little bits of encouragement in her ear while Ernest tended to her body, gently making her fall into a sort of trance. She felt safe.
The screws holding her body together tightened slowly, the sensation causing her eyes to flutter shut.
“More.” She whispered quietly as Ernest hit a spot particularly good. He hesitated before twisting the tool again, Madeline groaned softly.
It felt so good, almost a deep ache that resided in her bones, a zap of something hot gathering in her core.
It took about ten minutes of carefully tightening each screw, and replacing three towards the back of her neck which helped to give the most support. “Can you move your neck for me, darling?” Ernest asked of her, Madeline opened her eyes, and slowly tilted her head from side to side, forward and back.
“Good, good.” He muttered to himself, “What about your wrists?” Ernest caressed the soft skin before taking one of her arms and repeating the process of checking her joints there too.
“A little more.” Madeline’s voice was breathy. Ernest did as she asked.
Ernest repeated his instructions and Madeline followed as she was asked to, letting her joints be adjusted, and pointing out which ones needed to be looser to allow a fuller range of movement. “Good job.” Ernest praised her, then kissed each spot he tightened.
He did this for all the major break areas, including her neck, her lower back, both arms, and her left leg. Each time when she followed his instructions, he’d pat her leg and reward her with his words and a kiss.
Madeleine flushed under his praise, attempting to hide her face in the crook of Helen’s shoulder. Helen smiled into her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “You’re following instructions so well today.” Her voice wasn’t patronizing, her tone instead was honey sweet.
“Really?” Madeline mumbled into the skin of Helen’s shoulder, and the author could feel her smiling. “Yes, you are.” Helen gently tilted her chin up to kiss her, short and sweet. “You deserve a treat.” Helen made eye contact with Ernest, who smirked.
“One more thing for me baby, then you can go.” Ernest brought Madeline‘s attention back to him briefly. “Open, please.” his glove hand, gently cut her jaw feeling for the two screws that held it in place on either side below her ears.
She opened her mouth, allowing the pointer and middle finger of Ernest's hands to enter the space and feel around on the inside of her jaw while his other hand held her steady.
Helen’s hand slipped lower, settling between Madeline’s legs and resting on her clothed pussy. She pressed firmly down into her center, causing Madeline to groan and try to shut her mouth.
Helen swallowed, her mouth now dry as she watched closely as Madeline’s lips started to close. “Don’t bite, keep open.” Ernest's bedside manner was calm, almost a whisper against her cheek as he felt around the inside of her mouth.
His fingers pressed a little too hard on Madeline‘s tongue, causing her to gag involuntarily, and she ended up choking around his fingers. Ernest held them there. Then, Helen’s fingers started a slow, torturing rhythm of stroking her, her own wetness starting to soak her underwear.
Tears pricked in the blonde’s eyes as she held his gaze, teeth eventually letting go, and instead her lips wrapped around his fingers while her tongue swirled around the inside of her mouth.
She sucked on the digits, the plastic feeling of the latex invading her taste buds. Eventually, Madeline let his finger slide from her mouth.
“Good girl, Maddie,” Helen mumbled, petting her hair. She let out a soft sound, beginning to melt like putty beneath both their heated gaze. Madeline canted her hips into Helen’s touch, silently begging for more.
Ernest took the two glistening fingers and pressed them back into her mouth, Madeline immediately began to suckle on them. A small amount of drool began to form around the corners of her lips, she was enthusiastic about it.
Helen and Ernest marveled at the sight, Helen gripped the back of Madeline’s head with one hand to guide her while the other worked between her legs, Ernest stood closer in between her, already feeling himself stiffen below the belt.
“Is this part of the exam?” Helen jokingly asked, voice lowered an octave. Ernest chuckled and nodded. “It can be, I want to examine every inch of our beautiful girl.”
Madeline whined, the sound muffled and wet behind his fingers. “Someone’s eager.” Helen cocked her head, hand tightening on Madeline’s hair to guide her up and down along Ernest’s hand.
The blondes' eyes fluttered shut, lost in the rhythm. Helen’s hands wandered from her hair down her chest eventually to the pink tracksuit she wore, tugging the zipper down painfully slowly.
Ernest removed his fingers, wiping Madeline's spit off on his own shirt, before kissing her soundly on the lips. At the same time, Helen pushed off Madeline‘s jacket to reveal a comfortable cotton sports bra, which also joined the pile of growing laundry on the floor.
Helen shifted to the front of the table, grabbing Madeline’s shoulders and reclining her back, so her head rested on Helen’s thigh. Ernest broke away from the kiss, inhaling sharply before going back down to trace his tongue along the seam of her lips which promptly fell open to welcome the invasion.
Helen removed her bra, tossing it aside, Madeline immediately tried grabbing Helen’s tit. “So precious,” Helen whispered, hand traveling down Madeline’s exposed torso and cupping one of her breasts firmly until the pale pink nipple hardened in its wake.
Ernest sloppily made out with his wife, eventually breaking away once more to kiss down the column of her throat and suck on her would-have-been pulse point. “Ernie—“ Helen tutted disapprovingly.
“Is that any way you speak to Doctor Menville, baby?” Helen pinched her harder, and Madeline choked on her words. “Mmmno ma’am.” She managed to whimper.
Helen relaxed her grip, going back to caressing the smooth skin of Madeline’s upper torso. Ernest on the other hand, had traveled lower. He came face to face with the drawstring of her lounging pants before shimmying them down her legs.
Madeline’s pretty lace panties came into view, the gusset already a shade darker than the rest of the bay blue material. “Up we go.” Helen nudged the blonde until she sat up between her spread legs, back resting against what was left of Helen’s abdomen.
“Look how good you’re being for Doctor Menville.” Helen praised, turning Madeline’s head to the side and offering her nipple to suck. The blonde greedily attached herself to Helen’s ample chest, the obscenity of the sounds produced made Helen shut her eyes in bliss.
“Can I take these off?” Ernest’s thumbs rested on her hips, rubbing soothing circles onto the bone. Madeline detached herself from Helen momentarily, “Yes please, Ern—Doctor Menville.”
With his newfound permission, Ernest pulled down Madeline’s panties and placed them on the pile of growing clothes, he himself was still fully clothed in his work attire judging by how wet Madeline was at the sight.
“Look at you,” His gloved finger spread her dripping folds, the wetness that accumulated making a squelching sound against the latex gloves.
He flicked her clit around gently, the little bundle pink and glistening and already begging for attention. Then with a steady hand, he inserted one of his gloved fingers into her pussy.
“That’s it. Just stay still, let the doctor do his job.” Helen whispered. Madeline’s eyelashes fluttered, struggling to stay open. Helen decided to join in on the mix now, reaching her arm down the blonde's body and firmly drawing tight little circles on her twitching clit.
“Oh—oh fuck.” Madeline whispered, curling farther into Helen’s front, sucking Helen’s nipple back into her mouth. The blonde would forever be wrapped up in her lover if she could.
Once Ernest felt Madeline’s internal walls relax, he slowly moved his fingers in and out slowly, drawing a long moan from the blonde muffled by Helen’s breast. His wife’s hips twitched, rolling into his ministrations as Helen continued to help her get off.
”You feel so good, so tight.” Ernest smiled, Madeline had the nerve to look bashful.
“Our sweet girl.” Helen cooed offering Madeline more of her breast to suck on, Madeline stuffed her mouth full with the soft skin and bit down on a dark nipple, then soothed it with her lips.
Ernest then inserted a second finger, the stretch delightful and what she craved. Madeline’s head dropped into Helen’s body, her hand coming up to grip onto Helen’s abdomen, fingers wrapping around her rib as an anchor.
“D—Doctor Menville, please, please.” The blonde was borderline panting, gripping onto Helen so fiercely her knuckles creaked.
Madeleine squirmed on the table, combined with Helen’s fingers skillfully rolling on her clit, Ernest’s pumping in and out of her, it made her body sing with pleasure. “M’gonna come, soon..”
Helen held her closer, pressing down firmer. “You want to come and make a mess?” Madeline in reply whined softly, twitching. “All over my exam table too.” Ernest mumbled, kissing her knee.
“You can come baby, let go.” Helen’s words came out in a whisper, Ernest’s gloved hand squelched as he moved inside of her.
Sparks seemed to explode behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut, body shuddering as her orgasm washed over like crashing waves along the shoreline.
“That’s it,” Ernest’s voice was raspy, his face flushed and his wrist started to ache but he fingerfucked her harder, faster, as she convulsed on the table. “Oh, baby..” Helen removed her fingers from Madeline’s sensitive clit, instead opting to smooth back blonde curls and hold her close.
Madeline babbled for a minute until speaking became too much of a chore and she was reduced to soft moans and breathy whines. Ernest slipped his fingers out slowly, then holding them up to his lips he sucked her release off one finger before offering the other to Helen.
Madeline’s eyes were half lidded and heavy, her breathing deep and heavy. “My tired girl can go again, right?” Helen’s voice was hypnotic, despite the ache in her body Madeline nodded again, already craving more.
Helen helped her up, letting her body drape across the metal table while Helen stood behind her and took in the beautiful sight. The cool metal table caused her nipples to pebble, the sting welcoming.
The author turned to Ernest, pulling him down by the tie to kiss him soundly, undoing his belt buckle and removing his work apron.
The doctor's gloved hands felt around Madeline’s ass, still wet with her own arousal and their spit, massaging the supple flesh. Helen playfully smacked one cheek just to see Madelin squirm. Helen took his hardening cock out from his boxers, not even bothering to pull his pants all the way down before spitting in her hand and loosely stroking him.
They mouthed at each other's faces, smushing their lips together and parting with a smack before turning back to Madeline.
“Look at us, bunny,” Helen asked, Madeline again turned her head to face them, her pupils blown wide.
Ernest took his spit-covered cock and pressed the tip to her entrance, running through her soaked folds to ensure it was lubricated enough for comfort. “Helen—“
The end of her words broke off into a moan as Ernest slowly pressed inside of her one inch at a time, her eyes rolling back and her head struggling to stay up.
“What do you need?” Helen petted her spine, nails scratching down fresh paint. “Fuck me, please.” Ernest buried himself at the hilt, letting her stretch and adjust around his cock before slowly pulling out and repeating a slow rhythm.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Ernest grunted, his grip on her hips tightening. Helen chuckled and began to kiss up Madeline’s back, whispering words of praise as she went. The clap of skin against skin felt like thunder to her ears, Ernest dragging his dick in and out of her clenching pussy felt exquisite.
“Doc—doctor’mmm” Her words broke off in time with his thrusts, head dropping to the cool metal table, and spit falling from her lips.
“Tell me how it feels, sweet thing.” Helen’s voice was calm and steady. “Do you like how he takes care of you?”
Helen’s hand slipped back under the table to find Madeline’s hard clit, rubbing it in time with Ernest’s thrusts.
“Fasterpleaseohgod!” Madeline’s words began to slur together, her hands gripping the table edge tightly as it squeaked with the force of their fucking. Helen’s other hand slipped below her waistband, fumbling for her own clit, and quickly tried to catch up with the two of them.
The married couple worked in perfect harmony, Ernest’s pace never faltered and he continued on steadily. Helen moaned in time with their bodies, her legs starting to shake and she struggled to keep her other hand on Madeline’s clit.
“Oh shit— oh fuck.” Ernest cursed, his grip on her hips tight before he pushed himself deep, pausing his thrusts to finally come.
“I’m—I'm coming! Oh—“Madeline squeaked, knuckles tight and jaw open as she came, her walls contracting and holding Ernest inside as he pumped her full with his seed.
This triggered Helen’s orgasm, her stance faltering and leading against Ernest, one of his arms embracing her to help keep her steady as he delivered a final few weak thrusts. They all paused their movements, silence enveloping the room comfortably as they caught their breath.
Helen was the first to move to Madeline’s side, bending down to kiss her temple from where the blonde lay with her eyes shut in bliss.
Then, Ernest carefully pulled out, his come slowly dripping out of Madeline and onto the floor of the room, he’d have to clean that up later.
Helen rubbed circles on Madeline’s back. “I think that means your exam went well.”
Ernest chuckled, “Want a lollipop?”
Madeline’s eyes opened slowly, eyes glistening. “Yes please.”
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