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To service a harbinger like Dottore is no easy task. You’ve seen countless others before you disappear like it meant nothing. And truth be told, you knew it did mean nothing. It didn’t matter what Dottore wanted to do, if someone was a waste of his time, they’d be gone before you could ever know what they did wrong. It filled you with a sort of dread that you weren’t sure any other harbinger could match. Sure, Scaramouche had his scary stories and Childe could flip between sweet and cruel like it was nothing. But they had ways to avoid that behavior.
Dottore? It felt like a guessing game.
There were times you were certain you had overstepped and were destined for a coffin. You saw no point in writing a will with no one in the outside world to mourn your death. Work was your life, but good god did you think you’d pay for that one day. However, all those perceived oversteps had only ever earned you a chuckle. You didn’t know where you stood with Dottore, ever.
Beyond your own comprehension and belief, Dottore had asked you to come to his lab alone for an experiment. It was no surprise to be working with him on anything, as that was your role as one of his assistants. But to work on something with him alone spoke of great trust. Perhaps scarier, it meant the task must have been of great importance.
When you approached the lab, you were hesitant to enter. It was so silent. During most hours, there would be a few people moving things from area to area. At the very least, you expected to maybe hear some carts drag along the halls as you approached. But no, there was just silence.
As your shoes clacked against the tile floor, you looked around the lab. The set up had changed. There was a corner with a curtain covering most of what hid behind. From what you could see, there was a table propped up. It reminded you of those old torture tables that would strap their victims down.
…That wasn’t meant for you, was it?
“There you are,” Dottore said. His voice startled you and had you spin on your heel to face him.
You gave a polite nod. “Hello, sir. Yes, I’ve arrived as you asked.”
“You needn’t tell me that, my eyes work fine,” he said as he brushed past you. Dottore walked towards the corner you had just observed. A pit filled in your stomach as you followed behind him. So, that strange table was meant for you. Oh, Archons above, have mercy on your soul.
“May I ask what the experiment we’re doing today entails, sir?” you asked. You clasped your hands together in front of you. Your fingers fidgeted with one another. The fidgeting may betray your relaxed exterior, but you knew someone like Dottore likely saw right through it anyway. At this point, you were only doing it for yourself.
“We’ll get to it in just a moment. In preparation for today’s experiment,” Dottore paused and tapped the tilted table, “I’ll need you to get comfortable. It’s best if you strip down to whatever you are most comfortable exposing.”
Your breath caught in your throat. That wasn’t a measure you were expecting to take. Sensing your unease, Dottore sighed and adjusted his mask.
“While I cannot force you to listen to my instruction, this experiment needs more skin than your current uniform offers me,” he said. Despite not seeing his eyes, you felt as though his gaze pierced your very soul.
You nodded and slipped your lab coat off. That was an easy first step. You’d hoped it would make the rest of this easier. If it was skin he needed, you’d likely have to go down to your undergarments. You unbutton your blouse and swallowed hard.
“Sir, if I may ask… just what does this experiment entail that you need me so, um, bare?” you asked as you reached the last button. Your nerves were on fire and your hands shook as you slid the top off your shoulders.
Dottore only hummed and took your shirt from your hands. He folded it and set it aside on another table. He turned to you and stepped closer. You bit the inside of your cheek to ground yourself in the moment as he invaded your personal bubble. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him get so close to anyone, let alone someone who was topless .
“This experiment deals with more biological urges and questions. If you’re uncomfortable with such vulnerability, you can say so now,” Dottore said.
You felt pinned to the table behind you. Even with his hands behind his back, you felt as if he surrounded you. And his phrasing? You were no idiot. He was asking for your consent, not just for part in an experiment, but to have his hands on you. This was no delusion--Dottore wanted to see you as bare as you’d let him. Beyond that? You weren’t sure just yet.
You said nothing in response to his question. Keeping your gaze locked onto where you’re pretty sure his eyes are under his mask, you unhooked your bra and held it out to him. Dottore grinned and set the garment by your discarded shirt. It wasn’t long before you let your pants and underwear join them.
Dottore placed a hand on the small of your back and led you to lean back against the tilted table. He strapped your wrists down at your sides and stepped back. With a pleased hum at the sight before him, Dottore adjusted the table to have you a little more flat on your back. Your breath hitched as he grabbed your ankles and spread you open. You saw his glance towards straps that would likely hold your feet down. With a muttered curse, he seemed to be against the notion.
He slid a glove on and dragged a finger up your slit. Long, gloved fingers played with your pussy. Up and down, his fingers repeated the same motions over and over. You held your breath for the most part. It wasn’t as though the touches he granted were anything to have you moaning over--yet anyway--but the situation was so precarious. Was it selfish to let him do as he wanted? Or was it simply obedient?
Dottore pulled back and leaned forward. Your eyes focused on his back as he arched down to drag his tongue up your cunt. You let out a small gasp at the contact. His tongue flicked against your clit. Gloved hands came up to grasp at your thighs. He held you close to his face as his tongue ravaged your clit. The continuous attention was almost abuse, overstimulation and yet not enough all at once.
Had he been your lover, you might’ve felt comfortable begging him for more.
Dottore’s tongue had you completely distracted. As his fingers pushed themselves inside of you, you gasped and arched against the table. Your fists clenched and your wrists strained against the straps. Being held down and unable to squirm like your body wanted felt cruel.
You whined as he scissored his fingers inside of you, the motion making you buck against his hands the best you could. Dottore only chuckled against your skin and curled his fingers. He moved them in and out as slow as he could manage. You bit your lip to muffle another pathetic whimper.
“Dottore, sir,” you said through stutters, “I forgot to ask… what’s the goal of this experiment?”
Dottore laughed yet again and put a knee up on the table. He thrusted his fingers rougher, and brought his other hand to grope your chest. You choked on your breath and closed your eyes tight as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. The new angle his position granted him let his fingers hit even deeper than before. Your wrists squirmed in their restraints as you came hard on his hand. His fingers pulled out of you, the sound lewd and wet.
“For that, right there,” Dottore said with a tone that was somehow more smug than normal. “I want to know… how far can I push this fragile body of yours? How much do you think you can take and how much can you really?”
You shuddered at his words. There was no way, did he truly mean that? You’ve never known your Lord to lie to you, there’s never been a need for it. You cannot lie your way to scientific results after all. Science has a very honest way of existing.
Your only response to him was another whimper as he got right back to it. His lips sucked around your clit and his fingers dug into your thighs. Every now and then, his hand would come down in sharp smack against your soft skin. Each slap would have you arch up into him with a small howl. It hurt, but it hurt so good. There was nothing you’d rather be doing.
Dottore’s grip on you was like nothing else you’ve experienced in the world.
His fingers roughly spread your thighs as far as they could go. “Keep them there,” he said in a gravelly voice. You nodded and watched with half-lidded eyes as he reached behind him. You’d not done a very good job of taking in your surroundings when you first got behind here with him. Though you’d questioned the curtain and table from the entrance, you’d not bothered to notice the display of toys laid out on the table behind him.
In his hand now was a vibrator. Your thighs tensed as he rubbed it up and down your folds. You swallowed as he turned it on its lightest setting. It wasn’t unbearable, despite his manhandling and slaps, your pussy itself had recovered from its first orgasm. The vibrations made it easier for it to slip inside you. Dottore granted you some hint of mercy as he rubbed your inner thighs and pushed the toy in nice and slow.
However, as soon as it was nestled deep into your cunt, he upped the vibrators and rubbed his thumb over your clit. Dottore leaned over you and sucked on your nipple. You couldn’t stop the loud moans that spilled from your lips. Your back arched up into his mouth and your wrists burned from how many times they’d fought against the metal straps.
The quick stimulation sent you over again. And this time, there was no rest period to let you adjust. His mouth simply swapped over to the next breast and he set the vibrator to a pulse setting. Dottore’s teeth grazed over your nipple and you could feel him smirk against your skin as you whimpered out his name.
“Yes?” he asked against your skin.
“It’s so much,” you said in a whiny tone.
“So soon? Oh, I doubt that,” Dottore said. He pulled back and took his mask off. Your breath stuttered as you finally locked eyes with him. His red eyes made you quiver beneath him. “You have another in you, maybe even two more. Do you not?”
You bit your lip. It was hard to think with the vibrator still going off in you. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. The reactions you gave Dottore made him hum in contentment.
“Maybe one,” you said in a hesitant stutter.
“Give yourself more confidence than that,” he said. Without you noticing, he’d lowered his pants and boxers enough to have his length slap against your thigh as he adjusted the table. You felt so out of it as you eyed up his length. One of his hands came up to let one of your wrists free. You sighed in relief but made a confused whine as he pulled the vibrator out and placed it in your hand. “You’ll hold it against your clit if you know what’s good for you.”
His voice had you whine and nod. Everything about this made you feel mindless. Perhaps this was more obedience than selfishness after all.
Dottore rubbed himself up and down your folds before he let himself penetrate you. He was slow to start, for which you were grateful. Between your sore nipples, the vibrator against your clit, and his dick inside of you, you weren’t sure how long you’d last. Even his starting shallow thrusts made you dizzy.
You threw your head back as his thrusts gained speed. Your moans and whines filled the lab as he took you so well. Dottore’s hands kept your thighs spread wide open as he fucked into you. You gasped as he hit your g-spot over and over. For a moment, you wondered if he was just lucky or if he’d calculated that somehow.
You were given little time to contemplate it as one of his hands joined yours to up the vibrations. The simple motion alone had you cum a final time. You coated his length in your juices. Your final orgasm had Dottore sped up like a machine.
His grunts filled the empty space and made your head spin. To think that Dottore truly just wanted to chase his pleasure, to think he just wanted you and you alone--god, was it possible to pump out another from you? You choked on your breath as his cum filled you up. It was so warm, so thick, you felt disconnected from your body for a moment.
And oh, what you would give to see this from another person’s perspective: the great harbinger Dottore balls deep in one of his assistants.
Dottore pulled out with a heavy exhale. He rubbed your thighs and let your other hand loose. His gloved hands smoothed over the one holding the vibrator as he took it and set it on the table behind him.
“Wonderfully done. A beautiful experiment to the very end,” Dottore said. He grinned as he followed it with, “But you know… every good experiment should be done at least three times.”
You felt even dizzier thinking about the week ahead of you.