I Wish My Doctor Would Rape Me.

I wish my doctor would rape me.

I wish he would make me think that he helps trans folks. But once he gets me into his office, things slowly change. He’d tell me that he needs to do a gyno exam. I’d express my discomfort but he’d persist that in order for him to prescribe my hormones, he’d have to check my vagina first. He’d tell me to strip completely so that he could do a breast exam as well. He’d get me up on the table, and place a sheet over my lower half. He’d pull the sheet up while sitting in front of me. Slowly he’d push a finger into me. He’d look up at me over the sheet and ask me if I’m a virgin. I’d tell him yes. He’d say ‘I figured. You’re very tight for a girl your age. I’d wince as he misgendered me. I’d feel him wrapping something around my legs but wouldn’t look down, out of fear. He’d tie my legs firmly into the stirrups so I couldnt move them. Then he’d tie my hands to either side of the exam table. He’d sit back down in front of me and slowly insert a large speculum inside me. I’d cringe at the pain and let out a cry. I’d tell him it hurts too much and beg him to stop. He’d tell me to be quiet. I’d slowly begin to cry harder as he works the speculum deeper and deeper until it’s all the inside me to the hilt. Then he would start winding it open. Farther. Farther. Farther. Farther. I’d yell out, begging him to stop. I’d start to scream, and cry and writhe against the restraints. He’d tell me to shut my whore mouth. I’d continue to cry. He’d slap the top of my pussy as hard as he possibly could as a warning for me to be quiet. Then he would stand up in front of me and slowly unzip his pants. He’d pull his cock out and aim it at my hole, stretched wide open by the speculum. And then he would begin to let out a stream of piss into my gaping pussy. He would tell me to look him in the eyes while he does this. Tears streaming down my face, still sobbing. Once he finishes pissing inside me, he’d remove his belt. He’d fold it in half and snap it as a warning while telling me to close my eyes and remain perfectly still. I’d shake with fear, but otherwise obey him. Suddenly without warning, he’d whip his leather belt over the top of my pussy. I’d scream at the top of my lungs, and he would continue to whip my pussy over and over again. After several minutes of this, my pussy would be fat and red and extremely swollen. My voice sore from screaming. He’d remove the speculum, and stand between my legs. He’d tell me that he loves treating trans patients. That everytime one comes in to start hormones, he tells them that he will help them, that he will treat them. But what they don’t know is that his treatment isn’t hormones- his treatment is ‘fixing’ trans patients by raping them over and over again. Forcing them back into a woman. Injecting their cunts with real man cum, over and over again. I need this to happen to me. I need him to do this to me. Please doctor, fix me.