Caught in Time
Copyright© 2025 by SpankLord40k
Chapter 16
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16 - Elara must endure a brutal, endless cycle of humiliation, trapped in a nightmare orchestrated by the people around her. Their cruelty, fueled by a mysterious curse that binds them all. But a subtle change suggests that this cycle may finally be broken. This story weaves together multiple universes, parallel realities, magic, and harrowing themes such as sexual violence and brutal punishment. This is my first ever story, so bear with me and enjoy. Note that this story builds up slow.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers NonConsensual Rape Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Horror School Science Fiction Paranormal Magic Incest Mother BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Water Sports Body Modification Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Revenge AI Generated
The drive to Dr. Schmidt’s clinic was a blur of pain and muffled sobs. Elara sat hunched in the passenger seat, her body aching, her face throbbing, her stomach a mass of knots. Vivienne drove in stony silence, her jaw clenched, occasionally glancing at Elara with a look of cold fury and calculating assessment.
Elara was horrified by the mere thought of Dr. Schmidt, the shemale doctor. She knew with chilling certainty that Dr. Schmidt would use that cock again today, a realization that sent shivers down her spine, dread curling in her stomach.
The clinic was hushed, sterile. Dr. Schmidt, a large, imposing figure with piercing eyes and a surprisingly gentle smile that never quite reached them, saw them immediately. Dr. Schmidt greeted Vivienne with a nod, her eyes holding a faint, knowing glint that spoke volumes between the two women. “Hello, Elara. Let’s get you comfortable, shall we?”
She gestured towards the examination table, a cold, clinical slab covered with crinkly paper. Elara hesitated, her entire being recoiling from the thought of being exposed again. She remembered the last time, the casual violation, now magnified by the day’s horrors.
“Elara! Get on the table, now!” Vivienne’s voice cracked like a whip. When Elara didn’t move fast enough, still whimpering, Vivienne’s hand swung out again, a brutal, open-handed slap across Elara’s already swollen and tear-streaked face. WHAP! The blow made Elara cry out, her head snapping sideways, her vision swimming. The fresh tears smeared her already ruined makeup further, turning her face into a grotesque, chaotic battlefield of black, red, and swollen flesh. “Do you want to prolong this, Elara?! Or do you want to get this fixed?!”
Elara collapsed onto the examination couch, her body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes wide with terror. She lay there, her torn clothing barely covering her, her arms wrapped protectively around her bruised stomach, whimpering softly.
Dr. Schmidt moved towards her, her movements unhurried, almost predatory. She began her examination, her large hands surprisingly gentle yet firm, her touch purely clinical, devoid of empathy, yet laced with a subtle undercurrent of invasive curiosity. She checked her for signs of pregnancy, palpating her abdomen, her fingers cool against her sensitive skin. Elara lay rigid, her breath held, every nerve screaming, dreading the next touch.
“No signs of pregnancy, Vivienne,” Dr. Schmidt stated calmly, her voice flat, her gaze never leaving Elara’s face as she continued her examination, a faint, almost imperceptible satisfaction in her eyes. “But we must be proactive. She should be on a contraceptive. Condoms, or ideally, the pill.”
Vivienne nodded sharply, a grim set to her jaw. “Whatever it takes, Doctor. This... incident ... will not derail her future. She will be pure for her intended purpose. I will not have this shame repeated.”
Dr. Schmidt nodded, then pulled out a syringe. “I’ll give her an injection. A liquid form of the pill. It works much faster, providing immediate protection.” She turned to Elara, her eyes meeting hers, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a warning, perhaps a chilling satisfaction, a hint of the “therapy” to come. “This might make you a little dizzy, dear. Just relax.”
She plunged the needle into her arm, and Elara gasped, a sharp sting followed by a rush of cold liquid. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making the room tilt, her vision blurring. She felt lightheaded, disoriented, her body even more vulnerable than before, a puppet whose strings were being cut, or perhaps, re-tied.
“The effect of the injection will last for approximately three days,” Dr. Schmidt explained to Vivienne, ignoring Elara’s disoriented state. “After that, she should begin a regular oral contraceptive to ensure continuous protection. There will be a risk of pregnancy again if she isn’t careful.”
Vivienne’s eyes narrowed, a calculating gleam in their depths. She looked at Dr. Schmidt, then back at Elara’s trembling form. “Can you ... test it now, Doctor?” she asked, her voice low, a perverse challenge in her tone, a demand for immediate confirmation of Elara’s newly enforced “safety.” “Just to be sure it’s working? To confirm she’s ... protected?”
Dr. Schmidt’s lips curved into a thin, knowing smile. She understood perfectly. “Of course, Vivienne. It’s always best to be thorough. And to ensure complete ... compliance ... with the new regimen.” She nodded, her eyes fixed on Elara, who was barely conscious, her body heavy and disoriented from the injection.