<strong>Bambi Martin, with Dr. Jackson in Bed 11</strong><br/><br/>Bambi’s brow furrowed when Dr. Jackson mentioned her ass being tight and sensitive.<em>Is he making fun of me?</em>she wondered.<em>Or is he hitting on me? Or maybe this just is what doctors do, asking more questions for the diagnopotomus or whatever it is they do to make people better.</em><br/><br/>She didn’t want to look stupid in front of the doctor, so she thought she’d say something.<br/><br/>“Oh, those sinister gentlemen are really, really, sneaky,” Bambi said, nodding vigorously. “They’re clever. And clever guys know how to do things like that.” She smiled, feeling proud of herself. She felt pretty sure that Dr. Jackson had fallen for her little white lie, hook, line, and<br/><br/>“AAAAHHH!!!” Bambi gasped loudly, as a cold, invading digit suddenly began to probe her rectum. Perhaps not surprisingly, Bambi decided she liked it.<br/><br/>She didn’t particularly like being fucked in the ass. Ricco only tended to want that when he was drunk and in a bad mood, and that was typically when he took her<em>very</em>roughly, more roughly than even she liked, and she usually got slapped around a bit afterwards as well. So her experience with things in her ass amounted to lubed-up balloons and condoms, and an agry cock … it didn’t usually add up to pleasure.<br/><br/>But a wiggling finger … that felt good. Like,<em>really</em>good. Bambi let out a groan filled with a little more pleasure than she intended, and that groan grew louder as a second finger joined the first.  Happily, she spread her thighs wider when Dr. Jackson asked, and when his hand lightly cupped her sex …<br/><br/>“Ooh, Dr Jackson,” Bambi cooed happily, “usually guys have to buy me a few drinks first!” She eagerly wriggled back against his exploring fingers, trying to push them just a little deeper into her rectum. It was strange, and weird … and very exciting. Bambi almost forgot why his fingers were actually there …<br/><br/>… and then, all of a sudden, his hand slipped out of her ass. Bambi pouted, and looked over her shoulder … and her eyes went wide with horror as she saw the missing fifth balloon, leaking white powder. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! was written on the side of the balloon – Ricco liked to buy the balloons for her at the local supermarket. Usually because they were on sale.<br/><br/>Bambi started to panic. Dr Jackson had told her she wouldn’t be in trouble, and the guy seemed a cool cat and everything, but … well, she couldn’t believe he’d just let her walk away from having a giant balloon of drugs fished out of her ass. She giggled nervously as he joked about not taking things like that on a plane, but inside, she wanted to scream.<br/><br/>“Oh, my,” Bambi said, putting one hand to her cheek, “I don’t know how that got there. Honest! Like I said, um, it must’ve been, um, the, um, sinister gentlemen, and stuff.” She flipped over and sat up on the bed, not realizing that her hospital gown was still hiked up around her waist.<br/><br/>“So that’s what made me sick?” Bambi asked curiously. “Um, so I’m okay now?” Her cheeks burned … she couldn’t believe Ricco was having her shove drugs up her ass. And her cunt, too. She really trusted Ricco and thought he was a swell dude. Knowing she’d been tricked – well, it stung a little.<br/><br/>“So … um, what now?” Bambi said nervously to Dr. Jackson.