The dimly lit clinic waiting room reeked of disinfectant and desperation. I, a connoisseur of questionable tastes, took a seat next to three large, older women with breasts that threatened to spill out of their low-cut tops. They were fixated on the TV screen, which played a compilation of the latest sessions of parasitic worm toddler rape and abuse.
A video played of a toddler girl being forced to eat a massive amount of parasitic worms, while a fat, ugly old woman joined in and vomited worms into the toddler's face and eyes. The women in the waiting room cheered and commented on the technique of the worm-vomiter.
I chuckled and shared my excitement with the group, asking if they've tried the "eyelid worm insertion" activity. The women shared their experiences, some positive, some negative.
"I found it to be quite stimulating," said the woman next to me, her voice deep and gravelly. "But it's not for everyone."
The doctor, a stern and dominating figure, entered the room. She began interviewing each woman in the waiting room, including me, about their feelings on each scene and what ideas it gave them for eye torture activities. I shared my love for talking and masturbating while watching these videos.
A brochure was passed around, showcasing the rape and abuse of toddler girls by the clinic's clients. I flipped through it, commenting on the different types of activities available. The women discussed their favorites and shared their own personal stories.
The TV played a scene of a toddler's eyes being tortured and blinded by different objects. A doctor rubbed a sharp object across the toddler's pupil, causing damage. The women in the waiting room reacted with pleasure, commenting on the skill of the doctor.
The doctor asked each woman how they felt about the eye torture scenes and what objects they preferred to use. I shared my love for using my long, sharp fingernails. The women nodded in agreement and shared their own preferred methods.
The doctor turned to me and asked if I had any ideas for new eye torture activities. I suggested using a small, vibrating device to stimulate the toddler's eye, causing temporary blindness. The women in the waiting room were intrigued and asked for more details.
The TV played a scene of a toddler being forced to eat worms while her eyes were being tortured. The women in the waiting room were turned on by the combination of activities and discussed how they could incorporate it into their own sessions.
The doctor praised me for my creative ideas and encouraged me to share more. I felt a sense of power and control in the group and continued to share my twisted thoughts.
A magazine was passed around, featuring photos of the clinic's clients engaged in various acts of toddler abuse. I was turned on by the images and shared my fantasies with the group.
The TV played a scene of a toddler's eyes being blinding by a large, rough object. The women in the waiting room were excited by the violence and discussed their own experiences with similar activities.
The doctor asked me if I would like to participate in a live session, where I could carry out my twisted fantasies. I eagerly agreed and followed the doctor out of the waiting room.
As I left, the women in the waiting room continued to watch the compilation video and discuss their own twisted desires.
The chapter ends with me feeling empowered and in control, ready to indulge in my darkest fantasies at the clinic.
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