Magical itch

Abstract

This work is a product of the author's sick imagination and has nothing in common with reality. All characters, names, surnames, geographical names, and names of any establishments and firms are fictitious, and any coincidences with real ones are accidental.

Not recommended for persons with mental illnesses, pregnant women, and those under 18 years of age, as the text contains explicit sexual scenes and scenes of violence in places.

All characters in the work are adults.

1. The Agreement.

— So, Stella, we are ready, on our part, to conclude

an agreement with you. Are you listening?

— Yes, of course, — the blonde girl raised her eyes a little nervously to one of the three women in white coats sitting across the table from her.

The doctor glanced once more at the sheet of paper in her hand, placed it on the table, and leaned back in her chair with satisfaction.

— Your tests are in perfect order, you are absolutely healthy.

The girl smiled and exhaled almost imperceptibly with relief.

— Does that mean you accept me? For the trials?

— Yes, absolutely.

— And… When? – she looked at the doctor again, but this time her eyes held a silent plea.

— Right now, actually, — the woman smiled back, — Since all the signatures are in place and the tests are fine, there's no point in delaying. We'll apply the ointment, and you'll spend the next 24 hours in a separate room, the small one we showed you.

— Okay, — the girl nodded, — I'm ready.

— Excellent. I'll take you there and supervise everything personally.

The woman in the white coat rose from the table, nodded to her two colleagues who remained seated reviewing papers, and opened the door, letting the young girl in a short miniskirt and top out of the medical laboratory office.

She held the door for her and stepped out after her, gesturing the direction. She followed the girl, sliding a glance over her with a satisfied smirk, noting the beauty's magnificent figure.

— This way, — the doctor called out to the girl, pointing to a door with a sign "Room No. 1".

She opened the door herself and invited her inside.

A spacious, bright room with a large bed against the wall, a soft wide sofa, a TV on the wall, a small wardrobe in the corner, and a medical cabinet with some medications and tubes.

There was nothing else in the room, except for another door. Behind which, as they had shown the girl half an hour ago, were a shower and a toilet.

— Undress, Stella, and put on this robe, — the doctor pointed to a snow-white cloth carelessly lying on the bed.

— Okay, — the girl replied and began to undress quickly.

The doctor, meanwhile, put on tight-fitting medical gloves, poured a glass of water from the carafe on the table, unpacked one pill from its packaging, and began to wait patiently.

— You can put your clothes in the wardrobe. You won't need them for the next 24 hours. Yes, panties too. And socks.

Finally, the girl was in a short, thin hospital gown. She awkwardly tied the belt, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at the doctor.

— So, Stella, I repeat: you need to take this pill right now. It's a sedative. It's necessary so you stop being nervous and calmly and clearly understand how the ointment works on the areas of your body. Please.

The girl tossed the pill into her mouth and washed it down with water from the glass handed to her.

— Excellent. And now the ointment. Lie down comfortably on the bed, open your mouth. I'll apply a little to the mucous membrane inside your cheeks and a bit on your lips. Like this… Good. Doesn't it burn?

— No, nothing, just a slight chill, — the girl smiled at the doctor.

— Good, let's continue. Open your gown, bend your knees, and spread them a little. Yes, like that… Now I'll apply it to your labia and a bit at the entrance to your vagina. Like this… Good.

The girl only flinched slightly when the woman's fingers touched her vagina, but endured steadfastly.

— And a little more. Now I'll apply it to your anus. A little around the hole and just a fingertip inside, not deep at all. You'll bear it, won't you?

— Yes, of course, — the girl swallowed nervously.

The doctor bent over the young patient again.

— Like this… All done, we're finished.

The woman pulled off her gloves with satisfaction, threw them into the trash bin by the entrance to the room.

— So, Stella, I'll leave you now, and we'll meet again in 24 hours. Your task, as we explained earlier, is to listen to your sensations. The effect of the ointment is known to us; it's completely harmless. It's important for us to find out if there are any side effects like itching, redness. If the desire to scratch appears. And any other effects, if they manifest. That's all.

The woman was about to leave the medical room, but on the threshold, she suddenly turned and added:

— Oh, by the way: the money has already been transferred to your account, all three thousand dollars.

— Thank you, — the girl replied happily.

The door closed behind the doctor, and the beauty was left alone in the room. She climbed onto the bed with her feet, grabbed the TV remote, and began flipping through television programs…

2. The Itch.

The doctor returned to her colleagues in the reception office. Silently sat down in her place. Picked up the remote for the monitor hanging on the wall opposite the desk. The image on the screen showed the room she had just left. There, Stella was lounging on the bed, swinging her legs, and watching some fashion show.

— Your bets, colleagues?

— It'll start in an hour, as usual, no sooner, — replied one of the women in white coats.

— Agreed, in an hour, — the other supported her.

— Yes, I suppose I agree. There haven't been any failures so far. Well, since we still have time, shall we go for lunch? Have some coffee?

— Of course, why not? Our next candidate is only tomorrow?

— Yes, no need to hurry. And they pay excellently for these.

The women burst out laughing, took off their white coats, and headed from the medical center to the nearest cafe…

Their test subject Stella watched TV and smiled contentedly. She was very lucky. Going to the medical research center, she had feared she would have to take some harmful pills for a whole month and report daily to a commission. But here it was just a day and only an ointment.

And such money, which would allow her to pay off her loan, cover the apartment rent, and still have a lot left.

Stella was an orphan. Quite recently, just before starting college, her mother had died. Her father had passed away even earlier, but her parents had managed to save money for her studies.

Left alone in a small apartment, Stella soon faced financial difficulties. The money ran out quickly. She combined working as a waitress in a cafe with studying, but soon she owed several months' rent to the owner of the building where she lived in a small apartment.

So the offer to participate in a medical drug trial was a gift from fate. They simply handed her a promotional leaflet at the college entrance. Most students threw it away, but Stella was interested. She needed money. And here she was…

Stella licked her lips, the inside of her cheeks. It subsided a little.

She squeezed her legs, pressing her pussy. Squeezed her buttocks. Yes, the effect had passed. She would have to mention this in the report, the girl thought.

But after a few minutes, the itching—it was clearly itching now—intensified. The student licked her lips, the inside of her cheeks again. Tried squeezing her legs and butt. It helped little. The itching grew stronger.

Stella began to fidget nervously on the bed. Got up, walked around the room. The itching didn't subside. On the contrary, it seemed to intensify.

The girl lay down on the bed, biting her lips, pressed her legs together, and pressed her palm against her pussy. It helped a bit. It was clearly more comfortable that way.

Her breathing quickened, her heart clearly beat faster. She lay there, and a strange warmth began to wash over her. In gentle waves. The itching grew stronger, especially between her legs.

Stella bit her lips, rubbed herself lightly down below. Her pussy responded with a surge of unexpected pleasure. It was unusual; she hadn't expected such an effect.

The itching intensified. Stella slipped her hand under the gown, touched her slit between her legs with her fingers. She moaned from a sudden flash of heat that ran through her entire body.

Barely aware of what she was doing or where she was, she began to fondle her labia and clitoris. Yes! This helped get rid of the itching.

Waves of pleasure washed over her one after another. She masturbated, practically noticing nothing around her. She suddenly desperately wanted to come, immediately!

But suddenly the door to the room opened and a man, an orderly, entered.

Stella jumped up in fright and sat on the bed, covered herself with the gown's flaps, and stared at the man with a wild expression.

He, in a tight white T-shirt and white pants, brought in a tray with plates on it. Lunch, the girl guessed, but her attention was not on the food at all.

Breathing heavily from unimaginable excitement, passionately wanting to come, interrupted at the most interesting moment, she stared at the man.

She wasn't a virgin. At the prom, she had given herself to a boy she liked in school. But he, after taking her virginity, didn't want to continue the relationship. And then there was college, her mother's death… no time for men.

But this sturdy young man who had just entered the medical room was, for Stella, the very embodiment of everything male. She wanted him. Yes, she wanted him, right here and now!

The orderly, meanwhile, placed the tray with food on the table, turned, and stepped towards the bed.

— How are you feeling? – the young man asked with a slight smile, standing in front of the girl.

— Fffine, — Stella somehow answered with difficulty, nervously licked her lips, and looked over the man's figure.

Yes, he was… a man, that was enough. The girl inhaled air through her nose, trying to calm down, but it helped little. She wanted him. Just stupidly wanted him, here and now. If he touched her…

— May I? – the orderly extended his hand, — I'll check your pulse.

— Yes! – the girl extended her hand to him.

As soon as the guy's fingers wrapped around her wrist, from just the touch of his skin on hers, Stella felt as if struck by electricity. Unaware of what she was doing, with her other hand she reached for the elastic of the orderly's white cotton pants.

Her head wasn't thinking; she wanted only one thing—to quickly see the man's cock, grab it, wrap her lips around it, or put it between her legs…

The young man just smiled, released the girl's hand. She had already dropped to her knees in front of him and with both hands pulled his pants down to his knees, and then his underwear. Then he rolled his eyes in pleasure because his cock was enveloped by tender girlish lips, and a little tongue ran over the head…

Stella sucked with pleasure and even with a kind of frenzy. After a couple of minutes, the man suddenly pulled the toy out of her mouth; she looked at him in bewilderment, but he just pushed her onto the bed, stripping off his clothes completely.

The girl understood, instantly threw off her hospital gown, spread her legs, climbed onto the bed, and didn't take her lustful eyes off the orderly. He climbed onto her, hovered between her legs, and she herself, grabbing his cock, guided it into her vagina…

After five minutes of energetic sex, which the itching-in-her-pussy Stella so enjoyed, the orderly put her on all fours and entered her from behind. The girl wasn't even surprised when she saw another male cock in front of her face. She simply grabbed it and directed it into her mouth. Now the itching in her mouth, which had subsided a little while she was being fucked in the vagina, disappeared completely; there was only pleasure from oral sex…

The itching returned every time a cock left her mouth or vagina. And Stella greedily threw herself at the next cock, which was provided to her without delay. Young men came to the girl's medical room for the next twelve hours, taking only two breaks, allowing her to have a quick snack.

3. The Orgy.

The girl had a break from sex only twice. The first time, after swallowing another portion of male semen, she licked her lips and realized with surprise that she was alone in the medical room. The itching had subsided a bit, and Stella suddenly realized she was terribly hungry.

She swung her legs off the bed, which she hadn't left for the last few hours, and impatiently walked over to the table where plates of food stood. A piece of pizza disappeared into her mouth very quickly; she didn't even sit down on a chair.

Then she did sit her naked, heated bottom on the seat and grabbed the cutlery. Some chicken soup, salad, and a steak followed the pizza. And then a glass of orange juice.

Having emptied the plates, the girl again felt the itching descending upon her. She stood up, looked around, and opened the door to the bathroom. Five minutes on the toilet, and finally, the desired warm shower. However, she couldn't properly wash her butt and pussy. She could hardly restrain herself from sitting on the floor under the streams of water and starting to masturbate.

The itching returned. She needed sex again, specifically sex. A lot of sex, in all her holes. So when she came back into the room, holding a towel with one hand and squeezing her aching-with-desire pussy with the other, and saw two naked men on the bed, her face lit up with a lustful smile.

Stella threw off the towel, climbed onto the bed, straddled one man, inserted his cock into her yearning vagina herself, and briefly threw to the second: "In the ass, please"…

After several hours of non-stop sex with men who came to Room No. 1 and left satisfied, the girl got hungry again. And again, to her surprise, there was no one in the room, only food had appeared on the table.

She had another snack and went to the bathroom while the itching was weak, but by the time she came back out, two more naked men were already waiting for her. The girl happily climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. One entered her from behind, and the second shoved his cock into her mouth…

4. The New Home.

Twelve hours after Stella first entered the medical room and the doctor applied the cream to her, the girl's strength left her. She collapsed on the bed, closed her eyes, and passed out.

The man who had just come in her stretched-out ass got off the bed