Story: My Name is Dr. Dark 2 of 2  g12   
      
   (M/f, pedo)   
      
   Hope you like it :)   
      
      
      
      
      
   Chapter 2                    Babylon   
      
   Doctor Dark's sliver Mercedes SLK gracefully slips into its reserved   
   parking space close to St Augustine Hospital's main entrance. The   
   Doctor grabs a briefcase from the passenger seat and sets the car's   
   alarm from his key-ring. The large automatic doors open reverently   
   and the Doctor walks briskly through without braking his stride and   
   heads towards the main lifts at the end of the large lobby. His   
   manner is professional, self-assured. Whilst not over-friendly with   
   the hospital staff, the well dressed Consultant returns their   
   greetings with a polite but measured "Good afternoon."   
      
   ~  Ah, you're still with me I see. Are you as eager as I am to visit   
   ~  our new patient? I'm not too proud to admit to trembling with   
   ~  anticipation at the prospect. Still, seven floors and we shall   
   ~  reach our Garden Of Eden... or should that be... our Babylon.   
      
   As the large lift climbs agonisingly slowly, the Doctor holds his   
   briefcase with two hands in front of him and unobtrusively adjusts   
   his crotch under his Saville Road suit. Richard Dark frowns slightly   
   and makes a mental note to ask his tailor to allow a little more in   
   that department at his next fitting.   
      
   ~  The advantage of made-to-measure suits.   
      
   Finally the lift door opens and Dr Dark steps out into a busy   
   corridor. He consults briefly with a Sister at a nursing station then   
   heads down the corridor scanning each room number on the way.   
      
   ~  And today's winning lottery numbers are... 7   
      
   The Doctor dodges a porter pushing a sickly patient towards theatre.   
      
   ~  ... 1   
      
   His pace quickens as he turns a corner, matching his pulse.   
      
   ~  ... and 3   
      
   Dr Dark stops next to the closed door of room 713.   
      
   ~  And the bonus balls are safely tucked away in my tweed trousers.   
      
   The Consultant pauses to take a few slow breaths before knocking   
   quietly on the door.   
      
   "Come in"   
      
   The timid reply brings a slight mile to Richard's face and he   
   silently thanks his family and friends for urging him to join the   
   medical profession.   
      
   On entering the small private room the Doctor is greeted by the sight   
   of his newest patient sitting up in bed reading a magazine. She's   
   wearing a short sleeved "Mickey Mouse" nightie and her long dark-   
   brown hair is neatly tied at the back.   
      
   "Hello again Heather," he cheerfully says, "I trust the nurses are   
   looking after you Ok?"   
      
   "Yes, thank you Doctor Dark."   
      
   ~  I have this urge my friends, to rip off her night-dress, like a   
   ~  young boy would the carefully wrapped present that sits under a   
   ~  tree on Christmas morning. Still... all good things come to those   
   ~  who wait... Patience is a virtue, and an assortment of other   
   ~  irritating sayings are also probably applicable.   
      
   The Doctor find's himself gazing at the slight curve of Heather's   
   dainty breasts that hide behind Micky's large black ears; the young   
   girl's lower body hidden under the crisp, white, hospital sheets.   
      
   Picking up a chart hanging on a clipboard from the metal bedstead at   
   the foot of the bed, the Doctor starts to read the notes made by the   
   Ward Sister.   
      
   "I see you haven't had your temperature taken yet."   
      
   ~  At my express instruction, of course.   
      
   "Umm, no. Actually Doctor, I'm really feeling fine now," ventures   
   Heather, who's been promising herself that she'll revise properly for   
   her next Maths test instead of inventing stomach pains that have lead   
   to an unscheduled and unwanted stay in hospital.   
      
   Richard looks up from the clipboard and grins.   
      
   "Hey, let me be the judge of that young lady. Are you trying to put   
   me out of a job?"   
      
   Heather smiles momentarily, then resumes her plea.   
      
   "It's just that... well I don't want to waste your time. I really do   
   feel perfectly Ok."   
      
   ~  Oh, I'm sure you do. And I'm just about to find out how perfect.   
      
   "Well it's very nice of you to try to conserve the meagre National   
   Health's resources, but there's really no need. Your mother's health   
   insurance is covering the cost..."   
      
   ~  Yes, I'll be getting paid a handsome penny or two as well. Isn't   
   ~  private healthcare wonderful?   
      
   "... So I'm afraid you're stuck here until I've carried out some   
   tests. We'll start with your temperature."   
      
   Dr Dark finds the trolley of apparatus standing in the corner as he'd   
   requested beforehand. Running a hand over the various items, he sees   
   the freshly sterilised thermometer. Picking up the clear cellophane   
   packet it's contained in, he approaches the side of Heather's bed.   
      
   The young teenager sits motionless, hands together on her lap ready   
   to open her mouth to accept the thermometer under her tongue.   
      
   "Ok Heather this is a rectal thermometer, so I'm going to ask you to   
   lie on your side for me."   
      
   ~  Wait for it.   
      
   Heather's face shows great alarm as the Doctor's words register with   
   the thirteen- year-old.   
      
   "You mean... Oh no, do I have to?"   
      
   "I'm afraid so Heather. Don't worry, this won't hurt. I promise."   
      
   Heather looks close to tears as she slowly shuffles on to her side,   
   letting her magazine slip onto the floor.   
      
   Richard carefully pulls down the sheet over Heather's body until   
   she's completely uncovered. Her long slender legs snake out over the   
   bed and the nightie has ridden up exposing her pert bottom encased in   
   the same pair of cotton panties he saw at his Surgery that morning.   
      
   Dr Dark pulls up a chair and sits down next to Heather.   
      
   "Right, would you mind pulling down your panties for me please   
   Heather?"   
      
   The nervous youngster reaches round and hooks the waistband with her   
   thumbs, pulling the material down to reveal the perfect white cheeks   
   of her bottom. Heather is careful not to pull the panties any further   
   down than she has too in an effort to at least keep her vagina   
   covered up.   
      
   Richard reaches over and places one hand on each of the girl's pert   
   buttocks.   
      
   "My hands aren't too cold are they?"   
      
   "No," mumbles Heather, quietly wishing she was back at school.   
      
   The respected Consultant slowly pulls apart Heather's cheeks exposing   
   her delicate little, pink anus. Leaning forward to take a closer   
   look, he smells the feint odour of perfumed soap together with the   
   unmistakable scent of a young girl.   
      
   He reaches over to the trolley and scoops a small amount of   
   lubricating jelly onto two fingers.   
      
   "This may feel a little cold at first," he warns his patient.   
      
   As he places his fingers on Heather's tight entrance, Richard marvels   
   in the contrast between the cool liquid and her warm anal opening. He   
   feels his cock hardening in his pants as he gently rubs the lubricant   
   around the tiny hole.   
      
   ~  I should be wearing gloves of course, but I think I'll make an   
   ~  exception in this case.   
      
   Without warning, Dr Dark starts working his index finger into young   
   Heather's tight bottom.   
      
      
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