I woke up later in my bed. I looked around, beyond confused about how I got here. The last thing I remember was being at the dentist. He said he was going to fill a couple of my cavities. So, how did I get home, and why was I asleep. He has never put me under, nor did I give consent to be put under. I try and stand when I feel a pain between my legs.
"What the hell!" I panic and yell. "Charles!" I hope he's home and can tell me what happened. I sit back on the bed and wait. I hear nothing in the house but me. I get up and start walking around the house looking for Charles. I look at the clock on the wall, it reads 4pm. I slept all day. "Fuck." I mumble to myself. I missed work this afternoon. No one is home, I grab my phone from my purse. I have a missed call from Charles and a few texts.
The first three texts are from Charles, asking how the dentist was, then asking if I wanted to meet for lunch then asking if I was okay. I replied back and told him I just woke from a nap, and that he should bring some dinner home since I'm feeling groggy.
The last text was from a number I don't recognize. It just says to call them because they need to speak with me. I text them back asking who they are. Instead of a reply, I get a call from them.
"You took a long time to wake up, Flower." The voice answered. It sounds familiar.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"Should I be hurt that you don't recognize my voice?" He asks me in a mocking tone. "I'm your dentist, silly. I needed to put you under so I could get what I needed done. I'm just trying to make sure you're okay." He sounds so ominous. "How are you feeling my Flower?"
"Dr. Felix?" Why is he calling me?
"Of course!"
"Why are you calling me?"
"I already answered that question. Now you answer mine. How are you feeling. Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail." It felt like an order.
"Groggy. Tired. Sore." I answer. I don't know why I felt so compelled to tell him all of it.
"Sore? Where are you sore?"
"Uhm. That answer is best for another type of doctor. Anyways, thank you for checking on me. Bye now." I say, as I'm about to hang up I remember my other question. "Oh, by the way, how did I get home? I didn't see my keys in my purse." I ask Dr. Felix.
"You will most certainly tell me where you're sore. And I drove you home."
"Uhm..." I could feel the blush spread across my face as I contemplate if I should really tell my dentist. "Between my legs." I whisper.
"Thank you for being honest, Flower. Now will you please describe your soreness. I need to know in order to help you." Dr. Felix says softly.
"Uhm..." Oh god. "Like I'd lost my virginity all over again." I whisper once more. "I'm not a virgin though. And I didn't have sex today though. So it's quite odd to be sore down there." I explain quickly.
"I imagined you would be. I get that often. I left some pain killers in your purse." He says nonchalantly. As though all of this is a daily occurrence.
"What are you talking about? Filling cavities wouldn't make my vagina sore, Doctor." I say angrily.
"No, it wouldn't. But, that's not what we did this morning in my office." He says, it sounds like he is stifling a laugh.
"Then what the fuck did YOU do this morning?" I nearly yell at him.
"I think it's painfully obvious at this point, Flower." He laughs as he says his stupid little joke.
"This isn't funny. And it sure as hell wasn't consensual." I say with venom.
I hear a beeping in my ear, I look at the screen to see him requesting a video call. I accept. I see me, naked on the dentist chair. I'm wide awake and my hands are on my breasts playing with my nipples. "Please!" I beg. "Please Doctor. I want your dick in me so bad. I need you to help me cum!" I beg some more.
"Your wish is my command." The doctors voice was heard before we see him come into view. He looks at the camera and winks. The video continues on to see us having sex. I see now why I'm sore. He is hung. At lease 9 inches and thick as a tree trunk.
The video ends and the Doctor asks me, "Does that look like r*pe to you?" I shake my head no. "I don't think so either. We will meet tomorrow at the Drexel Hotel."
"No way." I say cutting him off. "I won't be seeing you ever again. Not after yesterday. It may look consensual, but I was in no state of mind to give consent. All I need is a drug test to prove I was drugged."
"Tsk tsk tsk. You really think I'm dumb enough to use something that can be traced?" The Doctor laughs for a few minutes. He calms himself. "Anyway, if you don't want dear, sweet Charlie to see this video, or any pictures that were taken, you'll meet me."
I nod my head. "How will I know when and where to go?" I whisper.