He pulled out some kind of device—it looked like a stethoscope but modified somehow—and pressed it against my chest. His touch lingered far too long, far too intimately.
"This is necessary," he said simply.
Then he turned to Sophia. "It's serious. I need to do a full internal examination."
Sophia nodded like this was all perfectly normal. "Of course. Lily, we need to prepare you."
"Prepare me? What does that mean?"
But she was already pulling down my pants, leaving my shirt on. I stood there, naked from the waist down, my face burning with shame.
"Lie down on the bed," Damien commanded.
I obeyed, too frightened and confused to resist. He positioned my legs, spreading them wide. Then Sophia brought out a curtain—a medical curtain that they set up across my stomach, blocking my view of everything below my waist.
Sophia came to the head of the bed and gently laid my head in her lap, stroking my hair.
"It's okay, Lily. Just relax. Everything will be fine," she cooed.
But my heart was pounding. Something about this felt *wrong.*
"Damien, you can start now," Sophia called out.
From behind the curtain, I felt cold metal touch my pussy. Some kind of instrument. I gasped at the sensation against my already swollen, sensitive flesh.
"What is that?" I asked nervously.
"Just a diagnostic tool," came Damien's voice from beyond the curtain. "This might feel uncomfortable."
Uncomfortable was an understatement. He inserted something thin and long—like a wire or probe—deep inside me. Pain shot through my core, and tears sprang to my eyes.
"Ahh! That hurts!" I cried out, my legs instinctively trying to close.
But Damien held them firm. "Stay still. This is necessary for the examination."
Sophia squeezed my shoulders. "Just bear it a little longer, Lily. It'll be over soon."
But the pain kept growing. Something wasn't right about this. *Is this really a medical procedure? Or something else?*
Then, suddenly, I felt something thick and warm push inside me. Not metal. Not plastic. Something *alive.*
My eyes went wide with realization.
"Sophia!" I screamed. "He put his *dick* inside me! This isn't a medical exam!"
I thrashed on the bed, trying to escape, but my legs were spread too wide, and I was too weak.
Sophia laughed—actually *laughed.* "Don't be ridiculous, Lily. He's an excellent doctor. That's probably just some specialized equipment he's using for the examination. You don't know anything about medical procedures."
Was she right? Was I overreacting? I'm only nineteen, I've never been to a gynecologist. Maybe this is normal?
But then the thrusting started. Hard, rhythmic thrusts that made the entire bed shake. That made my body jolt with each impact.
"Sophia, please! I'm serious! He's fucking me! This isn't right!" I sobbed, my voice breaking.
Her expression turned angry. "Enough, Lily! Stop being hysterical! Don't accuse the doctor of such things!"
Terrified of her anger, I fell silent. Tears streamed down my face as the invasion continued.
"Fine," Sophia said after a moment. "I'll check if it'll make you feel better."
She laid my head on a pillow and walked around the curtain. I waited, my breath held, my body still being violated with those relentless thrusts.
After what felt like an eternity, Sophia's voice came from behind the curtain. "Lily, it's just a device. A medical instrument. Stop worrying. I'm right here."
Relief washed over me. *Maybe I really was imagining things. Maybe the pain is just making me paranoid.*
But the truth was far darker.
When Sophia walked behind that curtain, she saw exactly what I had suspected—Damien, her own brother, with his massive black cock buried deep inside my tight, swollen pussy. He was sweating, his face contorted with effort and pleasure as he pounded into me.
His cock was enormous—thick, dark, veiny—and it barely fit inside my tight channel. My pussy lips were stretched obscenely around his girth, and with each thrust, a mixture of blood and yesterday's cum leaked out around his shaft.
Sophia looked at the scene and smiled. That same predatory, satisfied smile.
She knelt down on the floor beside him, reached out, and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock where it disappeared into my pussy. She stroked it gently, then guided it, helping him angle it deeper inside me.
"Do it properly," she whispered to him. "Make her scream."
Damien grinned and thrust harder.
"AHHH!" I cried out from the other side of the curtain. "Sophia, what's happening? Why does it hurt so much?!"
"Just a little longer, Lily!" Sophia called back sweetly. "The examination is almost complete!"
She returned to my side, taking my head back in her lap. But now, Damien was fucking me mercilessly. Each thrust sent waves of pain mixed with... something else. Something that made my toes curl.
The pain was slowly transforming into pleasure. My body, traitorous as it was, began responding to the stimulation. My pussy clenched around his thick cock, and despite everything, I felt that familiar heat building low in my belly.
"Ahh... ohh..." Moans began escaping my lips, unbidden.
Sophia noticed immediately. Her fingers found my nipples through my shirt, pinching and twisting them. "Are you enjoying it, Lily? Tell me the truth."
"Yes..." I whispered, ashamed. "Yes, Sophia..."
My body was shaking violently now, the bed creaking beneath us. The guest room that had seemed so innocent minutes ago was now filled with the sounds of sex—wet slapping, creaking springs, and my helpless moans.
Damien's thrusts became erratic, and I knew he was close. So was I.
The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, crashing over me with such force that I screamed. My pussy clamped down on his cock, milking it, and I felt him explode inside me—hot spurts of cum flooding my already abused channel.
"Fuck," Damien groaned from behind the curtain.
For a moment, everything was still. I lay there, panting, my body limp with exhaustion. Then I felt him pull out, and the wet sound of his cock leaving my pussy made me cringe with shame.
A moment later, Damien appeared from behind the curtain, completely composed. His clothes were neat, his medical bag in hand. If I hadn't just felt what I'd felt, I would never have known.
"The situation is quite advanced," he said clinically, avoiding my eyes. "Treatment will need to continue for seven days. I'll come every day at the same time."
Then, without another word, he left.
*Seven days?*
Sophia helped me dress, moving slowly because every part of me ached. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and my legs wouldn't stop trembling.
"Come on, Lily. Let's get you to the living room. You need to rest," she said softly, supporting my weight.
We made our way to the main living area, and I collapsed onto the sofa. Sophia brought me water, her face a mask of concern, but I could see the satisfaction glittering in her eyes.
*This was all planned. But why? What do they want from me?*
Is David behind this? Has he somehow bought off Sophia? Or is there something deeper, some old family secret I don't know about?
The hours crawled by. Eventually, evening arrived, and with it came Alex.
The front door opened, and my brother walked in—tall, handsome, still in his expensive suit from work. He looked tired but content, loosening his tie as he entered.
Then he saw Damien, who apparently had been waiting all this time.
"Brother-in-law! When did you get here?" Alex greeted him warmly, shaking his hand.
They fell into easy conversation, laughing and joking like old friends. Talking about business, about deals worth millions.
But I noticed Damien's eyes. Every few seconds, they would dart toward me, hungry and possessive.
*He's not done with me.*
Dinner was an elaborate affair. Sophia had prepared steak, salad, wine. But I couldn't eat. My stomach was twisted with anxiety and pain and fear.
"What's wrong, Lily? Not hungry?" Alex asked, concerned.
I forced a smile. "Just tired, brother. I think I'll go to bed early."
I escaped to my room, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. It was 10 PM. The room was dark, and outside, rain had started again—London's eternal rain, drumming against the windows.
I crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. But sleep wouldn't come. My mind raced with questions.
*What is this "seven-day treatment"? What do Sophia and Damien want? Is this about the family money? Is David orchestrating this somehow?*
My father's enemy. The man who's been trying to destroy our billionaire empire for years. Would he stoop this low? Use me as a pawn?
Or is this Sophia's personal agenda? Revenge for something? Control?
Outside, the rain grew heavier, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Like an omen. Like a warning.
But of what, I couldn't say.
I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep. For answers. For escape.
But I knew, deep in my bones, that this was only the beginning.
The nightmare had just started.