The door to the clinic creaked open, and I sauntered in, immediately taking in the dimly-lit room filled with other women. I couldn't help but size them up, noting their flabby arms, rolls of fat, and enormous breasts. I was clearly the youngest one here, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked around the waiting room. I was in my element, surrounded by women who shared my unique desires.
My eyes scanned the room, taking in the various brochures and magazines scattered on the coffee table. I picked one up, flipping through the pages, my heart racing as I saw pictures of toddler girls being raped and abused. I licked my lips, my arousal growing with each turn of the page.
In the corner of the room, a TV played a porn compilation of the latest sessions of parasitic worm toddler rape and abuse. I watched as a toddler girl was forced to eat masses of writhing worms while an old, fat woman looked on with sadistic pleasure. The other women in the room moaned and gasped as the woman pushed worms under the toddler's eyelids, eliciting a scream from the child. The woman then held the toddler's eyelids wide open and rubbed her fingers over the child's eye and pupil.
I couldn't help but touch myself as I watched, feeling my wetness seep through my panties. The other women in the room didn't seem to notice, too engrossed in the scene playing out on the screen.
The door opened, and a stern-looking woman entered the room. She had short, gray hair and wore a white lab coat. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on each of us. "Next," she called out, and I stood up, my heart racing.
She led me into a small room, and I took a seat across from her. "So, you're here for the eye torture activities?" she asked, her voice authoritative.
I nodded, unable to speak. I could feel my arousal building as I thought about what was to come.
"Good," she said, pulling out a notepad. "Tell me, what are your fantasies when it comes to eye torture?"
I took a deep breath, sharing my darkest desires with the doctor. She listened intently, taking notes and offering her own suggestions.
The TV in the corner of the room changed to a new scene, this time showing a toddler girl being blinded by a variety of objects being rubbed across and repeatedly inserted into her pupils.
The doctor turned to me, "What do you think of this scene?"
I was particularly intrigued by a scene showing a woman using a long, thin object to poke and prod the toddler's pupil. I asked the doctor if that's something I could try, and she nodded approvingly.
The other women in the room continued to discuss and debate the merits of different eye torture methods, some playfully insulting each other and the toddler girls on the screen.
The doctor continued to interview each woman, taking notes and offering suggestions. I could feel my excitement building as I waited for my turn.
Finally, the doctor called me into the next room. I followed her, my heart racing as I thought about what was to come.
The other women in the waiting room watched me leave, already discussing and speculating about the new patient and what kind of eye torture she'd inflict on the toddler girls.
I couldn't wait to get my hands on a toddler and start torturing her eyes. I was finally in a place where I could indulge in my darkest fantasies.
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