“Jane Wilson to Dr. Clinton’s room.” crackled the loud speaker.

Jane, blonde, slim and forty, started to her feet and hurriedly set off down the corridor in the direction of the consulting rooms. It was her first visit to the new health centre and she was not certain which way to go. At the end of the waiting area a sign pointed to the right and at the end of the corridor was a door with Dr. Clinton’s name on it. She knocked and went in.

“Come in, come in, no time to waste, I’m Dr. Clinton. You’re a new patient I see, what’s the trouble.” said a brisk young woman in a business suit with glasses and tied back dark hair.

“Yes.” said Jane sitting down nervously, “I’ve twisted my ankle and need a note as I have been off work.”

The doctor told her to take off her shoe and felt her ankle and foot.

“It doesn’t seem too bad to me, but I’ll give you a certificate for a week.”

“Thank you.” said Jane putting her shoe on again and rising to leave.

“Not so fast, I see from you notes that although you registered here six months ago, you have not undergone a new patient assessment. We’d better do it now.”

“Oh, no,. Please don’t worry. My old doctor never bothered with things like that, and I didn’t want to waste your time.”

“Of its not a waste of time, prevention is better than cure. There is nothing for you to be scared o so lets get started”. Dr. Clinton was clearly not the kind of doctor to argue with. She began by taking Jane’s blood pressure, muttering that it was bit high, then weighed her and checked her height with a gauge against the wall. Next she sent Jane down the corridor to the toilet with a clear plastic cup to obtain a urine sample. Embarrassed Jane made her way back to the consulting room fearful of spilling any of the warm, yellow liquid. Her embarrassment was heighted when she noticed a man sitting in the corridor grinning broadly at her predicament.

“Right, I need to give you a thorough physical examination, so would you please go next door and take your clothes off.” commanded the doctor.

“What all of them?” Jane wasn’t expecting this but the doctor merely raised her eyebrows with impatience. Jane had previously noticed a doorway leading off from the same vestibule to the consulting room as she came in from the corridor, but being nervous of doctors had not looked in. Now she realised that it was a small windowless examination room.

As she entered she also realised that she had not closed the outer door where the man waiting outside had heard everything that was being said and was now eagerly leaning forward to get a better view. She could hear the doctor washing her hands and not wanting to make her more aggressive by keeping her waiting, Jane switched on the light and was faced by the blue plastic covered examination couch over which a length of paper towel had been laid. In a large sink lay a steel dish which contained a used speculum and a discarded rubber glove. Jane shivered at the sight of it, hoping against hope that her check up would not involve an internal but feared that it would. She only had time to remove her sweat shirt when the doctor bustled in holding a stethoscope which she now hooked into her ears.

“Bra off too please.” Jane fumbled to unhitch the clasps of her mauve lacy bra as quickly as she could. The doctor stood behind her and placed the cup of the stethoscope on her back. “Breath normally,” pause, “and again,” the stethoscope moved downwards. “Deep breath this time, and hold it, right breath out “.

Doctor Wilson now percussed Jane’s back with her fingers. Then moved around in front of her and repeated the procedure on her chest. Jane had not been examined by a woman doctor since she was a teenager and was finding the experience even more embarrassing than with a man. When the doctor moved her breast to place the stethoscope against her ribs her nipples became instantly erect, a reaction not missed by Dr Clinton.”

“Right lay down on the couch so that I can examine your breasts. Oh, before you do that you had better remove your jeans too.”

Jane did as she was told and was startled by how cold the doctor’s hands were as they circled and squeezed each of her small breasts in turn.

“Now sit up and put your hands above your head.” The procedure was repeated, and to Jane’s further embarrassment she felt herself squirm with pleasure.

Once again she was told to lay back on the couch while the doctor probed and prodded her abdomen, edging down ever nearer to the waist band of her embroidered French knickers, until finally the elastic was lifted and the probing fingers moved down into the mass of blonde pubic hair. Jane was brought sharply out of her increasingly relaxed state by the order to cough as Dr. Clinton checked one side of her groin then the other for signs of a hernia.

“I think we can get rid of these now. ” said the doctor sliding the by now decidedly damp knickers down over Jane’s trembling thighs. Jane blushed but the doctor had turned away. Over her shoulder she instructed her patient to draw her knees up and let them fall outwards. Jane knew what was coming next as the command was accompanied by the fearful snap of rubber gloves. Before she knew it a large metal speculum was being pushed into her vagina. The doctor had omitted to warm it and the cold took her by surprise. After having a good look around inside Doctor Clinton took a smear sample, and then removed the speculum. Having well lubricated her fingers with KY jelly ,the doctor again gave Jane’s vagina her full attention. She spread the lips of Jane’s labia and eased in two fingers while the fingers of her other hand deftly found and began massaging her clitoris which was even more of surprise for the patient.

“My examination leads me to believe that you haven’t had too much sex lately. Is that right?”

“Yes, Doctor, in fact ,Oh Aaah, not since my divorce ten years ago. Aaaaah.” By now Jane was gripping the sides of the couch very tightly as the doctor brought her to a swift and awesome climax.

“Well I think you had better come and see me again for some further treatment.” she said with half smile.

“Is that all for now, doctor?” asked Jane as she climbed uncertainly off the couch.

“No one last check before you get dressed, bend over and touch your toes.”

As Jane hesitated the doctor snapped ‘ Right over’ quickly pushing her head forward and delivering a resounding smack to her bare bottom.

” You must learn that when I give you an instruction, you do it.”

“Yes doctor.” breathed Jane

Before she knew it cold KY jelly was being spread on her anus and two strong fingers were forced up. Jane gave a squeal of surprised pleasure.

“Yes, well everything seems to be alright, but I still think you should come back for a further check up next month. “said the doctor. “Make an appointment with the receptionist as you go out. You can put your clothes on now.” and returned to her desk.

As she dressed she realised that the man outside must have heard everything, but then noticed that Doctor Clinton had carefully closed both the outer door and that of the exam room.

When she returned home she phoned her friend Claire.

“How did you get on at the Doctor’s, Jane.?”

“Oh,” replied Jane, “She was every bit as good as you said she was.”

- The End -

The Professor was a careful, methodical, organized man. He coiffed and trimmed his beard just so. He tied his bow ties perfectly evenly. He wore brown jackets with reinforced elbows just like any good professor might. He submitted immaculately written essays for professional journals. He edited his students’ essays savagely, marking them up with blue ink, catching every error and every flaw in their arguments. He used blue ink and not red because he was red/green colorblind. His conversations at faculty dinners were pre-thought out and planned and because of this he appeared all the more intelligent, all the more witty, all the more qualified to fill his position. All this care was necessitated by the professor’s age. He was at least 30 years his colleagues’ junior. He had obtained the position as anyone else might, via the usual application routes and procedures, essays and interviews, but his age gave him something to prove. He was a professor of History, not a very well paid discipline. A discipline populated with men motivated by passion for the field, not money.

Karolina was one of the Professor’s students. She was also careful and exacting in many ways. She edited the papers she turned in to him sometimes four or five times. She always sat in the front row. She always made carefully thought out arguments in class. She came to class prepared with her readings tabbed and marked, notes in margins and flow charts prepared. She was also always freshly showered and perfectly coiffed for class. But this careful construction of her persona was not necessitated by her age, as it was for the Professor, but by her abiding crush on the Professor. She wore her hair tousled just so, her blouse unbuttoned just one button too low, her skirt just one inch too short. She crossed her legs carefully and slowly under her desk. She eyed her Professor with a mixed expression of intense interest and subtle flirtation. He taught History and Ethics of Technology. She was an Art History major but was interested in the socio-economic backgrounds of the artworks she was studying. He was young for a professor. His shoulders, broad. His gait, commanding. His eyes were a color she could not place from behind exceedingly long eyelashes. Karolina felt swept away by his superior intellect. She felt herself wanting to submit to him, to lie before him, to offer herself up to him. She fantasized about this during his lectures.

“Intellectual Property,” said the Professor as he walked into class one day and wrote the words on the board. Karolina twisted her hair between her fingers and eyed the Professor. He stole a glance at her, one that was a split second too long. Karolina took copious notes during that lecture, but managed to carefully cross and uncross her legs as the Professor looked at her. She too was careful in her movement, careful with her choice of words. She looked at him in that special way she knew how. After class the Professor asked her to collect the papers for him and carry them to his office. Finally, she thought.

“I wanted to discuss with you your major,” the Professor said. “Your papers for my class are insightful, but I wonder if you shouldn’t be studying a wider range of History.”

Karolina was livid. Hadn’t he read any of her papers? She had to compose herself. “I try to encompass all aspects of a work of art in my papers. I try to put it in socio-economic context, in political context. I discuss it from a feminist standpoint if relevant, from a cultural theorist’s standpoint if relevant. I’m already studying a wider range of History, just from the position of Art History. Don’t you remember my paper on Caravaggio’s Young Sick Bacchus?”

Karolina was sitting in the chair in front of his desk with her arms on the arms of the chair and her left leg crossed over her right and kicking slightly. The Professor was leaning up against the desk, arms folded across his chest, feigning being impressed with her argument. Suddenly he leaned into her. He snatched his hand out and grabbed her by the neck.

“I know what you really want,” he whispered into her ear. The office door was closed. There was no way out. She didn’t want a way out. This was what she had fantasized about. This power he had over her. His intellect, his broad shoulders, his sheer physical strength, those eyes she could see more clearly now.

“I see what you do with your legs under your desk. The way you smell for class. The way you part your lips. The way you hang your head.” He squeezed her face, her cheeks together, and turned her head aside as if to asses it, to assess her neck.

Karolina froze. This was what she wanted. This was what she daydreamed about during lectures, but now that it was happening it was so confusing. It was turning her on but it was petrifying all at the same time. She had no idea what was in store for her. What could this man of superior intellect and likely superior creativity dream up for her? He walked around his desk and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out that paper, the one on Young Sick Bacchus. It was covered in blue markings: circles, underlines, arrows, writings in all the margins. The Professor must have thought it was terrible. He held it between two fingers and dangled it so close to Karolina’s face she couldn’t even read it.

“You mean this paper?” he asked. “Is this the paper to which you were referring?”

“Yes,” Karolina said. Defeated. She had thought that was a well researched and thorough paper. Apparently not. The Professor shoved the paper in her face, smearing her eyeliner, smearing her lipstick, and dropping the paper to the ground. Karolina was heaving. She felt glued to the chair. The Professor had full control over her.

“You can do better than that,” he smirked, pacing around her. When he was behind her he stopped. Karolina froze. She couldn’t see him and didn’t know what he was going to do next. He ran his fingers through her long, wavy hair. He took pleasure in this and his hands lingered in her hair until they finally gripped it, pulling it and pulling her head back. “Why didn’t you discuss the socio-economic background of Caravaggio’s models?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“That was a massive oversight. You need to be more comprehensive and systematic. You act as though you are thorough, but you need guidance. With a major in History you can still write about artworks as historical artifacts, but I can give you the well rounded guidance you need.” Karolina wondered what else he could give her, what else she needed.

“I can see that you could give me good guidance,” Karolina said peering up at the Professor, parting her lips. He slapped her across the cheek.

“I’m leading this discussion. Not you. Understand?” Karolina shook her head to indicate she understood and turned her glance downward. She stopped kicking her leg and uncrossed it. She sat with her knees together and her ankles apart slightly. The professor put his hands on her knees and pulled them open a little. Then he grabbed her by the back of the knees and pulled her whole body down on the chair so that she was slouching, and more importantly, so that she was more accessible to him. He ran his fingers along that extra inch of her skirt, that extra inch of shortness. Karolina’s head was still turned down but she was examining every inch of this man, his muscular legs, the zipper of his pants, the way his shirt was tucked in, the buttons of his pressed shirt, his perfectly tied bowtie. Finally she risked looking up at his face, his intelligent eyes. He was taking her in with his eyes as she was taking him in. Her neatly pleated skirt, her clean shaven legs, her carefully disheveled hair, her pressed blouse fitting loosely, its gentle wrinkles lightly touching her breasts. He ran his fingers up her skirt and felt for her panties. He pulled up her skirt to examine them. They were purple mesh with lace trim. He could tell by standing over her that her bra was matching. He went over to his desk and wrote something down on a post-it note.

“Meet me at this address at seven,” he handed her the note. “Dress like you do for class. And be clean.” Karolina left his office with the slip of paper in hand and went straight to the bathroom to fix her makeup which had been smeared by her own paper. She walked back to her dorm room in a daze. It was 3:30. She showered, shaving every thinkable inch of her body, and carefully dried her hair. She put on a short pleated skirt with a white blouse that was tailored in at the waist. You could see her electric blue bra right through it. She wore a matching satin g-string. She slipped into a pair of high heeled Mary Janes. Karolina looked at the address on the slip of paper. It was 10 Charles Street. That was on campus. It was the medical school building. She wondered what the Professor had in store for her. She was excited by the mystery of it. She threw her purse over her shoulder and left her dorm room at 6:45.

It was dark outside already and Karolina was aware of how provocatively she was dressed. She walked to the medical building quickly to avoid being stopped by anyone else and arrived five minutes early. The Professor was waiting for her in the lobby. There was no one else there. The building was empty. He stood up and looked her over briefly. Karolina couldn’t tell if he approved of her appearance or not. He said nothing and grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the elevator. They rode it to the third floor. The Professor once again grabbed Karolina’s wrist and led her to a room where an exam table stood equipped with wrist and ankle restraints. Karolina immediately turned around to walk away but the Professor stopped her. He put his hands around her arms and closed the door with his foot. He exhaled on her face and then took in the smell of her hair like an animal senses its prey. He stood there gripping her with his hands, his hips forward expressing his intentions. Karolina thought she knew what she was getting into, but now that she saw those restraints, now that she felt his breath on her face, she felt completely powerless, completely vulnerable, inferior to the Professor in every way. There was no sense in running, he would catch her. There was no sense in fighting, he would fight back even harder. She was sure of it. She had to be obedient.

The Professor gestured for Karolina to get onto the exam table and she did. He placed her feet in the stirrups and wrapped the ankle restraints around her and buckled them. He restrained her wrists to the sides of the table. All of this was done in silence. Karolina’s knees stayed closed together out of fear. The Professor looked at her. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. He pushed her bra down so her breasts were pressed up out of it. He lifted her skirt carefully, just over her panties but not high enough to cover her navel. He pulled her g-string down to her knees and parted her legs. He stepped back and took in the sight of her. He looked at her as if he had positioned her just so. Karolina struggled in the restraints occasionally and this only pleased him more.

When the Professor had finished taking in the sight of this restrained, frightened, and inferior student he began touching all the parts of her that he enjoyed looking at. He ran his fingers across her lips, shoving his fingers deep into her mouth, coaxing up a good deal of saliva. He ran his wet fingers down her chest and around her nipples protruding uncomfortably from her bra. They were becoming engorged. He was gentle and playful at first but then he pulled on her nipples and shook her breasts by them. Karolina arched her back and let out a hiss. She realized this man who pushed her in the classroom was now pushing her limits sexually. He was playing with her. She felt exposed and inflamed. He ran his fingers along the strings of her panties and then his fingertips slid up her legs and around the outsides of her thighs. He slid his hands under her butt and along her sex, caressing her outer labia and finally parting her inner labia so he could enter her with his hands, probing her with one finger, then two. Karolina’s inner thighs trembled with sensitivity. She longed to pinch her own nipples as he had but she was restrained. She could only receive the pleasure that the Professor bestowed upon her.

The Professor opened one of the drawers in the exam room and pulled out a sharp tool. He cut Karolina’s g-string from her knees, as it was obstructing his access to her. He put on a pair of latex gloves and covered the fingertips with the lubricant intended for gynecological exams. He stepped up onto the stair at the foot of the table. He caressed her legs and admired the exposed and highly hygienic state she was in. The perfectly clean bound little school girl. The Professor was freshly showered as well. His hair was still partly wet. He rubbed his hands on her pussy again, but this time they were lubricated and he rubbed more vigorously. He rubbed her anus, he rubbed her clit, he entered her momentarily and pulled out, teasing her. Karolina moved her pelvis up and down to express her intense pleasure of the situation. All of this, every movement from the moment they walked in the door of that building, was done in silence. Not a word was exchanged between them.

Karolina sat up onto her elbows and slid down on the table the little bit she could, inviting the professor inside. But he would not enter her. He was masturbating. He was looking at her. Looking at her disheveled blouse, her breasts protruding from her bra, her pleated skirt, her pussy. He had his fingers in her with one hand, and his other hand was pleasuring himself. He seemed so captivated by her, but he did not want to fuck her. He came on her thigh. He wiped her and himself clean and unclasped her from the exam table. Confused, Karolina buttoned her blouse back up and grabbed her purse. The Professor chivalrously opened the door for her and escorted her out of the building.

“It’s better I don’t walk you back to your dorm. Do you think you’ll be okay?” he asked, as if what had just occurred was completely normal.

“I’ll be fine,” said Karolina and she walked home completely confounded.

Karolina skipped her next History and Ethics of Technology class. She didn’t know what to think. She waited outside of the class for the other students to leave and walked in to meet the Professor.

“You missed class,” he said. “We were looking at new technologies and how they are integrated into societies. Right up your alley. Sorry you missed it.” He nervously packed up his papers as he readied to leave. He had one night stands with women, and girls before but something about this girl made him anxious.

“I rewrote my Caravaggio paper,” she said, handing the paper over to him. He examined it cursorily, noting the new section on Caravaggio’s peasant models.

“You rewrote it overnight. I’ll read it this week,” said the Professor, feigning nonchalance and tucking the paper into his briefcase along with all the others. He grabbed his briefcase and began walking out the door.

“I’d um… really like you to make a little time to read it sooner. Like maybe now,” said Karolina.

“If you want me to read your papers you need to show up for my lectures.” Karolina did. She showed up for her next Ethics and History of Technology lecture wearing an exceptionally short skirt and an exceptionally low cut blouse. The lecture was two days later. The Professor wasn’t the only one to notice the way Karolina crossed her legs and fiddled with her hair, the way she chewed on her pencil and peered over it pensively, nodding whenever the Professor made a particularly astute comment. The Professor invited her to his office to discuss her paper after class. It seemed she knew what he really wanted.

“You rewrote your paper in only one night but you made a lot of the right changes to it,” he said.

“I was only going on your feedback,” said Karolina, crossing her legs.

“I especially enjoyed reading the section on Caravaggio’s peasant class models,” said the Professor, searching for the words about Karolina’s paper, avoiding the words about their encounter.

“Thank you.”

“Have you eh… reconsidered changing your major?” he asked.

“You know what, I have. I think you’re right. I think I could get a lot more out of a more well rounded approach to the study of art.” Karolina felt a tinge of defeat but she wanted to please the Professor.

“Great. I’ll get the paperwork started for you,” and he looked down busily at his work.

“That’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it.”

“What about what happened? What about what you did? What about what we did? How I dressed? Where we were?”

“Let’s not let that get in the way of our professional relationship,” he pleaded, his hands in a downward gesture in an attempt to calm the girl.

“Our professional relationship? Our professional relationship?! You tied me down to a medical chair! You touched me with lubricant and surgical gloves! You masturbated all over my leg!” Karolina was getting louder.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispered urgently.

Karolina put her hands on the Professor’s desk and leaned into him. She was six inches from his face. He could see down her blouse. This time her bra was pink with yellow trim. He was certain her panties matched. Boy shorts, he imagined.

“I want you to do it again,” she whispered.

The Professor raised an eyebrow. No woman ever saw him twice.

“I did some research. I know what you want and I like it,” she said. “I like giving you all the power. I like being tied down, exposed, looked at, being intellectually inferior. I want you to use more tools on me this time. Do you have more tools? Do you think you could do that for me?” Karolina was still leaning in on the desk but she was swaying her hip to one side rhythmically. Karolina licked and bit her bottom lip. The Professor broke into a sweat.

“I have some tools in my apartment,” he said, clearing his throat, defeated also. “Here is the address.” And once again the Professor wrote down an address for Karolina to follow. It was his own place. “Tomorrow. Friday. 9pm. You know how to dress.”

Friday evening Karolina showered, shaved, and washed her hair. She diffused her hair so that it would have that tousled appearance. She put on black eyeshadow and red lipstick to match her black and red polka dotted bra with matching thong. She wore a white blouse that was loose fitting but she tied it in a knot around her waist. She wore a short pleated skirt that was brown plaid with a thin strip of red to it.

The Professor also got ready. He showered carefully every inch of his body and shaved. He put on black slacks with a thin belt with a modern design buckle. He wore a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He combed his hair with a fine toothed comb and prepared a dinner. Filet mignon, whipped potatoes, and green beans tossed lightly in butter. He made a special family recipe dessert. He figured Karolina lived in the dorms and didn’t get a proper meal very often. He figured he’d tell her that. He himself wasn’t sure why he was putting forth such an effort towards this girl. He sensed his own change of heart with her. She wasn’t the kind of submissive girl he wanted to slap around anymore. She had rewritten a paper just for him, in one night. She dressed herself in exactly the way he liked. She was bold and that only wanted him to possess her more, to capture her with his charms, not his aggression. He was captivated by her.

She rang the bell just as he was lighting the dinner candles. She was five minutes early. She was wearing knee socks and different Mary Janes. These had spiked heels and a pointier toe. The only thing that made them Mary Janes was the thin strap across the arch of her foot, buckling on the outside of the shoe. The Professor clenched his fists.

- The End -

Lauren’s domineering mother had made an appointment for her at the Treatment Center to have her bath and hair washed. She just turned 18 years old, and her mother wanted her to get good and clean. She was told to be there at 3:30 p.m. Lauren was built tall, thin, 5’6″, long legs and narrow in the hips. Her buttocks were tight and small as they sat perched on top of her beautiful long legs. She was very pretty with shoulder length brown hair, large beautiful brown eyes, and a sweet smile. She was kind of shy but still turned the heads of many young men.

Lauren told her best friend Kerrie she couldn’t meet with her after school because she had a doctor appointment. She didn’t tell her it was to get a bath and her hair washed. She was too embarrassed. But her mother had insisted she go there for an evaluation and treatment. She believed the Treatment Center had the best staff and equipment available to get Lauren good and clean.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon as Lauren drove to the busy shopping center where the Treatment Center was located. She entered the small, two-story medical building through the front door and walked up the steps to the second floor. She studied each door until she found it. The sign simply said “Treatment Center.” She opened the door and walked in. It was a pleasant reception area with cushy chairs, soft lights, and an aquarium bubbling. Lauren became comfortable and began to relax. Behind a sliding window, a receptionist sat while talking on the telephone. She looked up when she saw Lauren come in. She smiled at her to let her know she acknowledged her presence. She seems nice and friendly, Lauren thought. She sat down quietly until she heard the window slide open.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“My name is Lauren. I have an appointment at 3:30.”

“Yes Lauren, we were expecting you. Someone will be with you in a few minutes.”

The window slid closed and then it was quiet. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, Lauren thought as she sat back down and picking up a magazine. This is just like any ordinary doctor’s office she thought.

After about 5 minutes, a tall blonde woman about 35 years old, dressed in a clean white uniform came out from a door adjacent to the reception area. She held a clipboard and pen and asked “Are you Lauren?”

Lauren answered, “Yes I am.”

The woman sat down on a chair next to her. “I am Nurse Christine” she said. Since this was Lauren’s first time, the nurse said she wanted explain what they were going to do to her. Lauren listened very intently as the nurse began reading off of her clipboard. “You will be weighed, examined, and your temperature taken.” Sounds normal Lauren thought. “After the exam, my assistant and I will begin your treatment. We do things differently here than you normally do at home.”

“Oh. What kind of treatment? What is different?” Lauren asked with concern.

“You will have a scalp treatment—that is type of hair washing with medically formulated shampoo. Then you will have a body scrub with medically formulated soap to really get you clean. Now dear, you may experience some slight discomfort during your treatment. But it’s necessary to get you good and clean. If you relax and don’t resist, you will make it easier.”

Lauren began to wonder what was going to happen. But she didn’t ask any questions. Nurse Christine seemed like a nice lady. She felt she could be trusted.

Nurse Christine didn’t tell Lauren about the telephone consultation she had with Lauren’s mother. According to her, Lauren didn’t like it when she was given her a bath and washed her hair at home. Her mother insisted that “she” still wash for her hair in the kitchen sink. She also bathed Lauren in a shallow tub near the sink in the kitchen. Lauren would sit in the tub while her mother poured pots of hot water over her head and body. Then she made Lauren stand up naked while she worked up a thick lather with Ivory soap. She used a stiff body brush to scrub Lauren’s entire body, even her genitals. But because Lauren was now 18, it made her feel like a baby. Sometimes Lauren would protest and cry.

Her mother also told Nurse Christine that sometimes she could smell Lauren’s anus and genitalia. “Maybe she is having difficulty when she wiping after a bowel movement” she commented, “please see to it that Lauren’s anus is inspected.” Nurse Christine was happy to reassure Lauren’s mother that the staff at the Treatment Center were experienced and trained professionals who would be able to give Lauren a complete bath and shampoo treatment. They knew exactly how to handle someone like Lauren.

Nurse Christine looked at Lauren and thought about all the things that needed to be done to her. A lot of work but she really needs it. She stood up and said to Lauren, “Now come with me dear and we will get started.” Lauren submissively followed the nurse through the door into the treatment area.

Nurse Christine led Lauren through a corridor to a tiny room the size of a phone booth. There was no door or curtain, and no carpet on the floor. Lauren stepped into the area and looked around. Nurse Christine told Lauren “First, you will need to undress. Take everything off. You can hang your clothes up there.” She pointed to a hook on the wall.

Lauren stood there blushing and feeling nervous. “Isn’t there a gown for me to put on?” she asked?

“Oh no dear, you don’t seem to understand,” Nurse Christine explained. “I am going to weigh you. So you must be completely naked so I can get an accurate reading.” Lauren wasn’t expecting this. Nurse Christine noticed her apprehension. “We are all very professional here dear. You just do everything we say and you will be fine.”

Lauren reluctantly replied, “Well, OK.”

Then suddenly another younger looking, tall, thin woman, also wearing a white uniform, with long dark hair in a ponytail walked in and whispered to Nurse Christine. Then she walked over to Lauren and said, “Hi. I am Nurse Christine’s assistant. My name is Sherry and I will be helping Nurse Christine administer your treatment. Can I assist you with undressing?”

Lauren really felt embarrassed now. Lauren meekly responded and said, “Oh no. Thank you.”

“OK Sweetie, I will just stand nearby just in case I can be of assistance,” she said.

Lauren began to undress. She sat down on a tiny chair in the small room. She untied her shoes and took them off one at a time. Then she pulled off her socks and felt the cold tile floor beneath her feet. She stood up and began to unbutton her white blouse one button at a time. She opened it, and slowly slipped it off her shoulders and placed it on the hook. She unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the zipper and pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out. She turned to hang them up.

She stood in there in her panties and bra, dreading what would be next. Sherry stood just a couple of feet away, smiling and looking on as Lauren continued. Lauren reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward from the waist as the bra slipped off her shoulders and off her breasts. At age 18, her breasts were size 34C. They were round, firm, and the nipples were large, pink, and erect. She didn’t want to continue but knew she had to. After she hung up her bra, she could feel Sherry watching her. She reached down to her waist and took hold of her panties on each side. She slowly pulled them down her legs and dropped them to her ankles and slowly stepped out of them. Sherry looked at Lauren standing there completely naked, smiling as she gazed at her large breasts and thin body. She looked down at her bushy brown pubic hair. Lauren was naked and quivering as she awkwardly tried to cover up her brown pubic hair with one hand, and her cover her breasts and erect nipples with her arm. But it was no use. She was completely exposed.

Lauren felt embarrassed and alone. She put her head down. She bent over to pick up the panties from the floor. Her bottom was now up the air. Sherry had a perfect rear view of Lauren’s anus, labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole slightly spread open. Sherry noticed pubic hair that had grown in the upper thigh and up into the anus. “Stay right there sweetie, don’t move”, she told Lauren. Lauren felt humiliated as she remained bent over naked while Sherry called out to Nurse Christine, “Could you please come over here and take a look at this?” When Nurse Christine came over, Sherry pointed to Lauren’s anus.

“Oh yes, I see,” Nurse Christine said. She determined the excess hair caused small particles to become trapped in the anal area causing it to stink. Because she was bent over, Lauren could even smell it and was very embarrassed.

The poor girl couldn’t have known until now; it’s a good thing we inspected her anus Nurse Christine thought. “She needs to have that anal pubic hair removed from the anus and inner thighs too. Also, it will need to be irrigated and scrubbed to eliminate that odor and get it good and clean. I’ll add this to her treatment.” She began to write on her clipboard and walked away.

“OK honey, you can stand up now,” Sherry said. “Now walk this way to the scale so we can weigh you.”

“But I…I’m naked, I don’t have any clothes on. Someone will see me!” Lauren said.

Lauren poked her head out from the tiny room. She could see Nurse Christine at the other end of the hall. She was getting a chill, quivering and shaking. Her breasts wiggled as she shook and the nipples were erect. Her body swayed from side to side as she continuously shifted her weight from one foot to the other because her bare feet would stick to the floor. She tried to cover up her pubic hair and nipples again.

“It’s ok honey” Sherry said in a gentle voice. No one will see you.”

Lauren could hear the sound of cars and voices of people outside of a nearby open window. This made her think the whole world would see if she walked out of that tiny room. But she did notice that the scale was not near a window. Being naked in front of these two women was bad enough; hopefully no one else would see her if she walked out of the room with nothing on she thought. Lauren timidly stepped out from the tiny room and walked gingerly with her hands at her sides, towards the scale where Nurse Christine was standing. As she walked, Sherry was behind her looking at her body. She noticed her head with her soft brown hair. She continued to visually scan down her neck, shoulders and arms, on down her back, which led to her narrow hips and her small tight buttocks which had a narrow crack, down her long slender legs, small round ankles and to her narrow bare feet, with slender toes. She thought about how she was going to assist Nurse Christine in giving Lauren a nice hot bath and body scrub.

Lauren continued slowly walking down the narrow corridor. Oh no! She suddenly stopped and covered her pubic hair and nipples with her hands. It’s the receptionist who greeted her earlier from the other side. She was sitting right in her path. She would have to walk by naked right in front of her. But wait, it looked like she was busy working and not even noticing her, so she continued walking. But right at the exact moment Lauren walked by the desk of the receptionist, she looked up and right at Lauren as she meekly walked by. Lauren was humiliated and put her head down. She felt ashamed and embarrassed because she was totally naked. Why do I have to walk through the office without any clothes on to get weighed? It makes no sense, she thought.

“Over here dear, step up onto the scale,” said Nurse Christine. Lauren stepped up onto the metal platform that felt cold on her bare feet and just stood there with her hands at her side. She could feel cool air brush all over her bare body. Nurse Christine moved the weights up and down the scale. “You may step down now dear,” Nurse Christine said, and wrote on her clipboard.

“Now, follow me to the examination room for the body inspection” said Sherry. “We’ll take your temperature there too. And we’ll use a rectal thermometer because it is more accurate.”

I hate those things Lauren thought. Being naked made her helpless to say or do anything. She submissively followed Sherry into another room and was told to stand and wait for Nurse Christine to return. She was glad this time she didn’t have to walk by the receptionist again. But because she was naked, she was getting a chill.

“I’m so cold” said Lauren, can I put something on?” she asked. Sherry said “I know it’s a little cool in here for you honey. We keep it that way when we are administering treatments. They make you feel, well, let’s just say, you won’t be cold very much longer.”

Lauren put her head down and sighed. Why do they keep calling my bath and hair washing “treatments” she wondered.

Nurse Christine walked in and said to Lauren, “Step over to the end of the exam table, stand with your feet apart and bend over.” Lauren knew a rectal thermometer would soon have to be entered into her anus and dreaded it.

Nurse Christine sat down on a stool behind Lauren’s bent over naked body. She was now at eye level to Lauren’s ass hole which she again could see pubic hair around it, and could smell that odor. Nurse Christine said, “Your anal opening is narrow and it will be difficult to see the center of your anus hole at this angle. Bend your knees a little honey, and put your rear end up as high as you can.” This put Lauren in an awkward squatting position. She heard the sound of snapping rubber as Nurse Christine and Sherry put on their latex gloves. “That’s better, I see it now” she said.

Nurse Christine looked deep into the anus to examine it. Sherry assisted by laying her hands on the fat part of the cheeks and spread Lauren’s small ass hole. Nurse Christine put a gloved finger into her anus hole and moved it around inside to determine its size and depth. It felt warm and soft. She removed her finger and picked up a rectal thermometer and lubricated it with KY jelly. She tried to insert the thermometer. She felt resistance and realized the opening was too narrow and she needed an anal probe to widen it. Lauren was probably resisting and tightening her muscles that surrounded the anal opening. “Bring me a size 2 for her” she said to Sherry.

Sherry knew what she meant and opened a drawer, pulled out a small metal probe, and walked back to where Lauren was bent over. Sherry lubricated the probe with KY jelly and inserted it into the small anus. The instrument was cold and hard. She squeezed the handle and the probe spread the ass hole wide open. Lauren felt like she wanted to have a bowel movement but she knew she was empty. “Good, now just hold the probe right there while I insert the thermometer into Lauren’s anus hole” Nurse Christine said to Sherry. Lauren felt the pressure of the rectal thermometer sliding deep into her anus. “How are you doing dear?” asked Nurse Christine.

“OK I guess” Lauren replied with her head down.

The two women began to chat and giggle while they waited for the temperature to register. Lauren kept very still and didn’t move. She just hoped the procedure would be over soon.

Nurse Christine removed the thermometer and got up and walked away. Sherry removed the probe and told Lauren she could stand up. Her crack, ass hole and anus felt warm and slippery. She stretched her arms up and arched her back as she stood naked. She wasn’t paying much attention to Nurse Christine who rolled a cart near her with a Water Pik filled with steaming hot water in the reservoir. She opened a small vile and added it to the water. Sherry placed a shallow tub on the floor and told Lauren to step into it. Nurse Christine sat back down and told Lauren to bend over again and put her rear end up in the air as high as she could. Sherry held the fat parts of those small cheeks and spread the ass hole wide open with her latex gloved hands. Nurse Christine clicked on the water pik. There was a buzzing sound of a small motor. She turned the small knob to adjust the water pressure to high. She picked up the handle of the water pik and aimed it at Lauren’s anus hole being held open. She said to Lauren, “Ok dear, now just relax.”

She pushed a button and out came a needle thin stream of hot water. She pointed it directly into Lauren’s spread open ass hole and anus, and began to move it up and down and around to irrigate the anus, labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole.

Lauren quickly put her head up. Her hair flew back and her body flinched. Her eyes were wide open with a look of shock on her face. She cried out, “Ow, ow, ow! That’s hot!”

Lauren assumed if she protested the temperature was too hot, Nurse Christine would stop. But both women actually knew how hot the water was, and she continued. It was part of the treatment. Sherry said to Lauren, “We need to clean out all the KY jelly after taking your temperature sweetie.”

But it’s too hot!” Lauren protested. “Ow, ow! ”

Sherry continued to hold Lauren’s ass hole open, “It’s ok sweetie. You are getting really clean.”

Nurse Christine steadily continued squirting streams of hot water into the labia, urethra, and clitoris, and the ass hole as it was slightly spread open. She turned the dial to increase the pressure to extra hihg. The hot water ran down Lauren’s legs and into the shallow tub she was standing in. Ahh! Ahh! Lauren screamed. She could hardly stand it.

“There, there dear. We’re just cleaning you up a bit. You’re ok,” said Nurse Christine.

“Ahh! Ahh! No more please, stop,” Lauren wailed. But there was nothing she could do. She had to endure the pain and humiliation as the two women continued to irrigate her ass hole and anus and entire genital areas with the Water Pik using hot, hot water.

When Nurse Christine stopped the irrigation, she hung up the Water Pik. Sherry dabbed the areas with gauze to remove the excess water. Then Lauren heard a click and a kind of whiny buzzing sound. What could that be she thought? Lauren felt the cold metal and vibrations inside her anal walls. Nurse Christine was sliding a hair trimmer downward in tiny strokes in her anus. “I’m just removing that nasty old pubic hair that has grown up into your anal and genital areas honey. This will help keep you clean and really reduce the stinky odor too.”

Lauren was so humiliated. Why or why must I go through this she thought?

After the shaving, Lauren felt cool liquid being poured over her entire buttocks, and flow down into her anus and ass hole opening. Sherry massaged the liquid into the skin using a circular motion over her entire buttocks. Nurse Christine chose a medium round brush from the tray and began to scrub Lauren’s left cheek vigorously, as a thick lather began to build up. This caused Lauren’s whole body to shake with the scrubbing motion, and she had difficulty standing still. “Hold on to the sides Lauren” Sherry said, as she began to hold Lauren’s hips in place to reduce the movement.

Nurse Christine shifted the scrubbing to the other cheek. She scrubbed vigorously giving Lauren’s buttocks extra special attention and treatment. She scrubbed around and around, making small circles all over the cheeks while the lather and bubbles increased as she did. After about 10 minutes she stopped. “OK Sherry, you can rinse her now” Nurse Christine said to Sherry.

Sherry began to pour a pitcher of fresh hot water all over Lauren’s tight buttocks and rinse off the lather, rubbing the cheeks while she poured. The hot water ran down the back of Lauren’s thighs and into the shallow tub she was still standing in. Lauren shook her legs causing her buttocks to shake and quiver. “Ahh! Ahh!” she screamed.

“It’s ok Lauren. It’s ok.” Sherry told her as she continued pouring the hot water onto her. When it looked like she was done, Sherry said to Nurse Christine, “Ready for the anal scrub now.”

- The End -

“Tomorrow? Are you sure?” Kylie rubbed her forehead in confusion. She could have sworn that Nathan’s check-up was scheduled for today; she’d checked her Blackberry twice before undergoing the complex preparations involved in taking an infant out of the house for an extended period of time. But the Blackberry would only confirm the note she made to herself, and Kylie had to admit that she’d had a lot on her mind the last six months. (And the nine months before that, as well…)

But Doctor Saunders’ receptionist just smiled apologetically, and swiveled the screen around so that Kylie could see it. “Says right here, Tuesday morning, eleven AM. I’m sorry, dear.”

Kylie chuckled ruefully, and rummaged around in her purse for her Blackberry. Once she’d found it, she adjusted the sling slightly before Nathan could begin fussing about his new position, and pulled up her calendar. The whole thing had come to seem effortless, now. “Let me just make a note of that,” she said. “I’m sorry, Marie, you probably think I’m such a scatterbrain.” (Being on a first-name basis with everyone in her pediatrician’s office–another thing Kylie hadn’t expected a year or so ago.)

Marie shook her head lightly. “No, of course not, dear! You probably just made a little typo with the date or something. Folks do it all the time…and better to come in a day early than a day late, right?”

Kylie tapped a few buttons, moving the little note that read ‘doc appt’ from Monday to Tuesday. “Good point,” she said absently, saving the changes and closing the calendar. With that done, she looked back up at Marie and smiled. “And at least it gets me out of the house. When I decided to do the stay-at-home mom thing, I was worried I’d get overwhelmed, you know? But it turns out that the biggest danger is boredom!”

She reached down and gave her son a reassuring pat on the head. “I know that once he starts crawling, I’ll look back on days like these and wish for a little more boredom. But right now, it’s just nice to talk to someone who can talk back.”

Marie giggled, turning her monitor back to face her. “Oh, you know you’re always welcome here, and so is little Nathan! I just wish we had an opening so that you wouldn’t have a wasted trip.”

Kylie shrugged. “No worries. It’s not far or anything, and like I say, it gets me out of the house.” She slipped her Blackberry back in her purse. “So I’ll see you tomorrow at eleven, then?”

“Sounds good!” Marie replied, making a note on her computer and giving Nathan a little wave. “Bye bye, baby!” Nathan gave her a sleepy smile, before burrowing his face into his mother’s side.

“Bye, Marie!” Kylie said, giving the receptionist a wave of her own and heading back out the way they’d come. Already, she was thinking about what she was going to do when she got home. First thing first, she needed to pump; Nathan had eaten his fill just before they’d gotten here, but her breasts were already aching. She might have given birth to one child, but her body seemed to think that she was Octomom or something.

Kylie got into the elevator and hit the ‘B’ button. She wondered idly if she shouldn’t talk to Doctor Saunders about that tomorrow, during Nathan’s check-up; maybe there was something she could do about the excess milk. At least maybe she’d know why Kylie’s breasts always seemed to have enough milk to run their own dairy farm. She giggled at the mental image. “‘Kylie’s Milk’,” she said out loud. “With absolutely no bovine growth hormone, because there’s absolutely no bovines!”

The elevator dinged, and Kylie headed down the hallway towards the stairs. Technically speaking, she knew she should probably make an appointment with her own doctor to ask about something like that. After all, Doctor Saunders was a pediatrician, not an ob/gyn. But Kylie always seemed to get better advice from Doctor Saunders. Her old doctor…well, Kylie hadn’t minded seeing a male gynecologist the way some women had, but she had to admit, there was something nice about being able to talk to a doctor who knew exactly what she meant when she said, “My boobs hurt.”

Kylie opened the stairwell door with one hand, neatly balancing the weight of the child against the weight of the purse and diaper bag, and started down the stairs. After the first week or so, she’d found that she didn’t even think twice about all the stuff she had to carry; it just became automatic to her. She was thinking more about her breasts, now; she almost wished that Nathan would start crying just so she’d have an excuse to nurse him. But no, he was almost entirely asleep now. Kylie would just have to wait until she got home. She reached into her purse with her free hand, checking to make sure the car keys were there.

Kylie got to the bottom of the stairs, opened the door, and headed out into the hallway again. She made a right, then a left, then another right, the corridors of the clinic as familiar to her by now as her own house. She could probably find her way out to the parking lot in her sleep, if she had to; Kylie giggled again, imagining herself sleepwalking through a hospital. She could picture it, wandering around with her arms sticking out in front of her, eyes open just enough to see but still sound asleep…the mental image seemed peculiarly vivid, somehow, like she’d seen it in a movie or something. Did ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ have something like that in it?

Kylie took one last right, then headed down another small flight of steps to a windowless door. She opened it…and stopped. This wasn’t the parking lot.

Instead, she was in a white room with a low, padded table in the center of it. There seemed to be a lot of equipment surrounding it, hoses and tubes and all sorts of things whose purpose Kylie couldn’t begin to guess. Doctor Saunders was there, along with two of the nurses; they looked like they were getting the whole bizarre set-up ready for something, probably the patient that Marie was talking about. Oddly enough, the room smelled vaguely like maple syrup.

“Oh!” Kylie said, as she took it all in. “I’m sorry, Doctor Saunders, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.” She leaned back out, looking for a sign on the door that would tell her where she’d wound up. “I can’t think how it happened.”

Doctor Saunders looked up at her and smiled. Suddenly, the words ‘can’t think’ seemed to take on an echoey quality in the back of Kylie’s head, like someone was remixing her last sentence in her mind. “Oh, Kylie, glad to see you again!” Doctor Saunders said. “It’s so good of you to volunteer like this.”

Kylie furrowed her brow in consternation. “Volunteer?” she asked, almost as much to herself as to Doctor Saunders. She didn’t remember volunteering for anything. She reached half-heartedly for her Blackberry, but her motion trailed off into a vague wave as she struggled to think of how she’d gotten here (can’t think…) and what she’d volunteered to do (can’t think…) She barely even noticed Nurse Crane undoing the sling and lifting Nathan out with practiced ease.

“Yes, you volunteered to donate milk,” Doctor Saunders said patiently. Behind her, Nurse Crane took Nathan through another door and out of sight. Kylie didn’t even feel the briefest stab of worry, though. These women had been helping her take care of Nathan ever since he was born; he’d be perfectly safe with Nurse Crane for an hour or so, while she…she…

“I need…to give milk,” Kylie said absently. That was why she came down here, she remembered. Her breasts ached with the need to pump, and what with her having so much milk, it only made sense for her to go ahead and pump while she was here at the hospital. They’d be able to make good use of her excess milk, and relieve some of the discomfort she was feeling at the same time. She couldn’t think how she’d forgotten about it. Her hands found their way to the buttons of her blouse and began to undo them slowly, automatically.

“That’s right, Kylie,” Doctor Saunders said coaxingly, “you need to give milk. You remember just what to do, don’t you, dear?” She patted the table gently, but Kylie didn’t need the reminder at all. Everything slotted into her brain neatly and easily as she took her blouse off and undid her bra, revealing large, heavy tits that were so swollen with milk that she couldn’t wait to let it flow. Kylie whimpered softly as she climbed up onto the table and positioned herself on her hands and knees, feeling her tits hang down like udders.

“There you go,” Doctor Saunders said, looking deep into her eyes and stroking her cheek. She slipped a small pill into Kylie’s mouth, and Kylie swallowed it almost without noticing. “I’m so proud of you. This is such a wonderful, generous act, Kylie.” As she spoke, Nurse Dayton moved Kylie’s dress in order to put restraints around Kylie’s wrists and ankles. That was totally necessary, Kylie knew. She might thrash around accidentally if she wasn’t restrained, and it was very important that she not move too much while the milking machine was going.

“I’m sorry I forgot, Doctor…Saunders,” Kylie said softly, feeling herself go strangely passive as she felt the straps tighten next around her knees and elbows. The restraints made her feel helpless…and as her chin sagged into Doctor Saunders’ supporting hands, Kylie realized just how warm and good that was. “You must think I’m such a…scatterbrain…”

Doctor Saunders reached up with one hand and petted Kylie’s hair, still holding Kylie’s gaze with her own. “Not at all,” she said soothingly. “As long as you remembered well enough to come down here, it’s just fine that you were a bit of a scatterbrain. It’s not such a bad thing to be, is it? It feels nice when you try to remember, and your thoughts all…scatter.” Kylie shivered a little at the words, or perhaps at the way she said them just as Nurse Dayton began to massage her breasts with skin cream.

“Scatter…” Kylie said helplessly. The word seemed to be all alone in her head, now; she couldn’t remember the last time she blinked, and everything else seemed to be fading away into the distance except for Doctor Saunders’ eyes and the feeling of Nurse Dayton, slowly working the flesh of her heavy tits. She shuddered, but the restraints kept her from moving around too much. All she could do was crouch there on her hands and knees, waiting for the milking machine. That was all she wanted to do. Every other thought had simply scattered away to the forgotten corners of her mind, leaving her docile and passive and blank and accepting.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Nurse Dayton slid the harness over Kylie’s chest. Once she’d made sure that the pumps were properly aligned with Kylie’s nipples, she tightened the apparatus so that it fit snugly against Kylie’s body, giving it an experimental tug to make sure there was no give. Only then did she reach over and press the button to activate the milking machine.

“Unnnh!” Kylie went rigid in a mixture of surprise and delight as the pumps started up; she always managed to forget the way this felt, somehow, and so it always came as such a thrilling shock to her how good it was when the milking machine began its relentless suction. She felt it work her nipples in an endless rhythm, tugging her left one from the base all the way up to the tip until it spurted out warm milk; then it released the pressure to focus on the other nipple. And just as she felt the delicious tickle of stimulation crest in her right breast, it began all over again with her left.

“And doesn’t this feel good, Kylie?” Doctor Saunders was asking. She was too lost in the sensation to answer, but it didn’t matter because Doctor Saunders answered for her and Doctor Saunders was always right. “Of course it does. You feel so proud of yourself for giving your milk like this. You know it’s the right thing to do, the pleasant thing to do, the happiest thing to do. It’s so good of you to give of yourself like this that you want to do it whenever you can. And you want your body to make as much milk as you can, so you can give like this even more often. You take the medicine we give you that helps you make even more milk, and you’re happy to do so.”

“Guh! Nnnh! Yhh!” Kylie wanted to say ‘yes’, but she couldn’t make her mouth work properly; the milking machine kept tweaking and tugging at her nipples, left then right then left then right, over and over and over again until she couldn’t think of anything else. Every time she’d start to form a sentence, a word, or even a thought, she felt that delicious suction on her nips and it would wash it away on a tide of ecstasy. It was easier simply to let Doctor Saunders’ words fill her pleasure-saturated mind, let Doctor Saunders think for her so that she could focus her whole attention on the way the milking machine relieved the ache in her tits and left nothing behind but shivery bliss.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said, her words pulling the thoughts out of Kylie’s mind the same way the machine sucked the milk out of her breasts. “Feels so very, very good, dear…and what is it doing to you?”

Kylie bucked her hips as best she could with her body tightly restrained. “H…hhhh…horny,” she whimpered out, a trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. “hot, need to…ofuck, horny…” The word came to mind as though she’d been prompted; a tiny part of Kylie realized that it was because she had, but then she felt another surge of pleasure and arousal and the knowledge washed away once more.

“That’s right, dear,” Doctor Saunders said, still petting her cheek. The touch seemed to flow all the way down her body, joining with the endless and unstoppable sensations of the milking machine to pulse right into her clit. “You always get so horny when you’re giving milk, don’t you?”

Kylie nodded. “Yesyesyes,” she whimpered out, remembering the way she’d always jump her husband after the evening feedings, so hot from the stimulation of her nipples that she needed sex right then. But her husband wasn’t there…Kylie groaned in frustration.

But Doctor Saunders was. “Tell us what you need, dear,” and the moment she said it, Kylie knew exactly what she needed. She needed the same thing she always needed, when the milking machine made her mindless with need and desire.

“Need to cum,” Kylie keened out, the words a long wail of agonized, helpless, desperate arousal. “Neeeeeed…”

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered in her ear, as Nurse Dayton pulled her skirt all the way up and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders whispered again and again, as Nurse Dayton slid two fingers into Kylie’s sopping pussy and thrust them back and forth against Kylie’s bucking, grinding hips. “Good girl,” Doctor Saunders said as Kylie felt her cunt clench around the nurse’s fingers as she came.

After that, Kylie felt her mind go even more blank and accepting as the drifting haze of afterglow combined with the rhythm of the milking machine to lull her into an empty, mindless trance. The maple syrup smell drifted into her nostrils even stronger now, almost as though it was coming from her skin, but she didn’t think about it. She heard Doctor Saunders speak, but the words scattered from Kylie’s memory even as she heard them. She only knew they were important to remember, and even more important to remember to forget.

Kylie didn’t know how long the trance lasted. She only realized that it was over when she felt the suction stop, and Nurse Dayton unhooked the pumps from her breasts. She sagged down as Nurse Dayton undid the restraints, unable even to roll onto her back without the help of the other two women. Her whole body trembled gently with pleasure as she stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

“Still a little bit left, I think,” Doctor Saunders said. She stroked Kylie’s chin gently, smiling down into the other woman’s vacant eyes. “But you’re such a generous soul, aren’t you, Kylie? You want to give it all, don’t you, dear?”

“…yes…” Kylie sighed out, unable to think of any other response.

“Good girl,” Doctor Saunders husked out one last time, before she leaned down and pursed her mouth around Kylie’s nipple. Nurse Dayton took the other breast, and Kylie sighed in mindless bliss as the two of them began to suck.

THE END

The nurse stood quietly next to the bed. She rested her hand on the plastic railing and wondered to herself “Am I really considering this?” She had heard this story before and had not once thought about helping the man who was telling it. Why was this guy any different?

Walt was in his fifties but he could have easily passed himself off as a man just entering his forties. He was definitely handsome, she had to admit that, but some of the other guys had been handsome too. That wasn’t what was different about Walt. He was charming and out of all the men who had tried this before he was the first one she believed.

“So?” he asked. “Will you help me?”

Nurse Callaway started. She had drifted away, deep in thought. Sure she had fucked patients before, who hadn’t? Well that wasn’t a fair question. There were plenty of nurses she was sure hadn’t, she was not one of them. What she hadn’t done, however, was fuck a patient in the hospital and certainly not one that was still recovering from surgery.

“Walt, I can’t talk about this anymore tonight. I am off in a couple of hours and I’ve got three more patients to see before shift change. I will make you a deal. If I am assigned to you tomorrow I will consider it.”

“I can deal with that, it’s a start. Please think about what I said. Nurse, I swear I can’t live like this. I’d rather be dead than unable to fuck!”

“Calm down Walt. There are lots of options to deal with ED. It’s not the end of the world. I need to get going. Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

“How bout a kiss?” he grinned mischievously. He knew she wouldn’t kiss him but he loved to see her smile. Plus, it didn’t hurt to try.

“How about you kiss my ass?”

Katie knew before she finished the sentence her choice of words were a mistake.

Walt’s eyes twinkled as he leaned forward and met her gaze. He wanted her to know that he was completely serious when he said in a hushed tone, “Get a little closer and I will kiss more than that. I would love to feel you squirm under my tongue.”

Katie’s stomach caught fire. In her mind’s eye she saw his face between her legs—his dark hair, peppered with grey around his temples, dark eyes that laughed and his smile—she was getting wet. She fought the urge to shut the door and give in to him. Instead she smiled and said “Keep dreaming Walt,” as she walked into the hallway.

The following morning Katie arrived at the hospital at around 6:30. She put her purse in her locker and pulled out the lanyard with her name badge. She slipped it around her neck. She walked down to the nurse’s station, ready to start the day.

“Good morning Walt. How’s your foot doing this morning?”

He hit the mute button on the remote and smiled. “Looks like I am a lucky man.”

“Sure does,” Katie replied. She hoped that she could get through this med pass and wound check without him bringing up his request. She knew it was a long shot, but maybe he had realized he was putting her in a bad spot and would stop asking.

“Lemme see your arm”, she said. She matched his wristband to the numbers on her computer and handed him the little plastic cup with two pills in it. “Are you in any pain?”

“A little”, Walt replied. “Nothing major though, and no, I don’t want any pain meds.”

“Okay, but promise me you will let me know if it gets to be too much. I can give you a high dose ibuprofen which is non-narcotic but will still take the edge off.”

“Thanks Nurse. My foot is fine. What I would rather talk about is whether you have given any more thought to my proposal.”

“So much for that!” If she was being honest with herself she would love to fuck him, but he was a patient and that made the situation much more complicated than it would have been outside the hospital. If she got caught she could lose her license and she would most certainly lose her job; although the hospital was seriously under staffed so they might let her off with a warning.

“Walt, you know I can’t help you. I am really sorry but I could lose my job, my nursing license, everything I have worked so hard for. It’s just not worth it. I wish I could help you, I just can’t.”

“I understand why you’re hesitant, but I have already worked it out. I have been in this bed for over a week. I have the schedule of everyone on this floor memorized and know the perfect time to do it. I am certain no one would be the wiser. Plus I have not been able to get an erection for almost a year so really you probably have nothing to worry about. I mean, we can’t really have sex if I can’t even get it up.”

How could she have been so dumb! She hadn’t thought about that. If she believed his story that he was impotent and had been unsuccessful during his dozens of other attempts there really wasn’t a huge risk. Hmmm, that definitely put a different spin on the situation.

“When is this so called “perfect” time?” she asked raising her eyebrows and using her hands to form the ” ” around perfect. As he explained she pulled over the rolling table with the supplies for changing the dressing on his sutures and began carefully pulling off the tape.

“At 9:30, in about an hour. At that time the physical therapists take at least half the patients on this floor to the gym and the CNA for this section goes on break. Every single day for the last week I have paid close attention to the comings and goings between the time the nurses come on and about 1 p.m.—after that there are way too many people between doctors, nursing staff and housekeeping. Between 9:30 a.m. and 10:15 not one person has passed my door this past week, except once and that was you on Tuesday. If you are already here there is no risk, or very little anyway.”

Katie was now taping on the new dressing. When she finished she used her foot to pull the garbage can closer and began cleaning up her mess.

“We will see. Let me go check in on my other patients and I will think about it. I will be back about 9:45 and I will give you a definite answer then, ok?”

“Ok”, he answered. After a slight pause he said “I swear you have got to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have come to believe that if you can’t get me hard, no one ever will. I fantasize about those pouty lips wrapped around my shaft, about feeling the slickness of your tongue rubbing at the seam on the underside, about squeezing your tits in my hands. I don’t ever get much farther than that because I get so angry at my body for not responding to those thoughts of you,” he smiled ruefully. “This is my last shot. Please help me.”

The last part was more of a question but Katie didn’t have an answer. She needed to get out of there. The more she listened to Walt the more she wanted to kiss his mouth and feel his hands on her body. Her nipples were rock hard and she resisted the urge to move her hand to her breast. Instead she picked up her scissors and put them in the pocket of her scrub top. “I’ll see you after awhile Walt, try to get some rest. All this worrying about your sexual ability isn’t good for you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“Nah. I will see you at 9:45, Katie. Thanks for the foot,” he smiled and she felt her defenses slip a little further. “This is ludicrous!” she thought.

For the next hour she moved steadily back and forth between a certain yes and a definite no as she tended to her other patients. When 9:45 rolled around she scolded herself. She tried to remember what the last patient had asked her for as she had left her room. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the request. She didn’t think she had heard more than a few words the woman had said. She was so caught up in her own thoughts everything else seemed unimportant. She sighed in exasperation. Walt was really getting to her. She admitted that she was definitely attracted to him. She found herself hoping that she could make him hard, that he would be well endowed and well versed in the ways of love making. “Here goes nothing,” she thought.

It was 10 minutes to 10 o’clock when she pushed back through Walt’s door. She felt a twinge of disappointment when she saw that Walt was sleeping. She thought about making some kind of noise to wake him up but decided she had better just get back to work; it was probably for the best anyway. As she turned to go Walt spoke up, “You made it.”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Nope. I was praying. I asked God to help you make up your mind.”

Katie laughed, she couldn’t help it. “Do you think God wants me to violate all kinds of rules so you can get a hard on and a piece of ass? That’s hilarious! I wonder what the hospital Pastor would think about that?”

“My God is a lot less judgmental than the usual God is. He wants me to fuck your brains out, I am sure of it. Mainly because he wants me to be happy and right now there’s nothing in the world that would make me happier. Anyway, have you made up your mind?”

“Yeah. I guess I have,” she pushed the button on the door handle to lock it. She drew the curtain so that the bed would be shielded if someone happened to peep in the window on the upper half of the hospital room door.

“Oh, girl, thank you so much!! I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to me. Thank you!” Walt continued to gush until Katie came back over to the hospital bed and lowered the railing. Walt began to lower the head of the bed and Katie stopped him. “Leave it up and take off your gown.”

Walt smiled, “Yes ma’am.”

Katie’s long blonde hair was held up in a jaw clip that looked like a wooden flower. She reached up and took it down allowing her hair to fall down her back. She shook her head slightly and ran her fingers through the ends to untangle it. She slipped out of her navy blue Crocs and then pulled her scrub top up over her head. It was white with outlines of big blue and purple hibiscus flowers printed all over it. The bottoms were plain blue. She untied the drawstring and let them fall to the floor before she stepped out of them. She left them there on the floor at the edge of the bed so they were easily accessible if someone were to come looking for her.

Walt’s mouth hung open. This was better than he could have imagined. Katie was smoking hot! She stood in front of him wearing sexy lingerie that finally confirmed what he already suspected, she had a fantastic body. He smiled to see a tiny four-leaf clover tattooed a little to the left and about an inch below her navel. Her bra was cream colored satin with a black lace overlay across the bottom of both cups. Her tits were spilling out the middle and he wanted badly to touch her. She stood motionless as Walt leaned over and kissed her sculpted stomach. He pulled her closer and tucked his hand inside of her bra squeezing her breast. Her panties matched the bra with cream stain crotch and black lace across the top. He could see they were thongs and he reached down and cupped her bare ass. He caressed her smooth skin and he pulled her in toward the bed. She leaned in and kissed him, lightly at first, getting to know the lay of his mouth. She parted her full lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. He withdrew his hand from her bra and reached around and unhooked the clasp. Katie shrugged her shoulders and let it fall. She dropped it onto her scrubs.

Katie sat naked with one knee on the bed, letting her other leg dangle off the side. She ran her fingers through Walt’s hair as she kissed him more passionately. Walt used both hands to play with Katie’s nipples. He grabbed one nipple in each thumb and forefinger and pulled on them. Katie gasped around his mouth. She pulled back and smiled as she reached down and pulled the sheet back a little bit. “Anything yet?” she asked him.

“Not yet.” Walt answered sounding unaffected.

Katie was shocked at what she saw. Walt was hung like a horse! “I could get off on that hard or not!”

Walt chuckled when he saw her widened eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you about that?”

“Um, no! Jesus, Walt, that thing is huge!”

“Yeah…too bad it doesn’t work!” he replied, somewhat dejected.

“We’ll see about that.” Katie climbed the rest of the way onto the bed. She rested on her knees and then sat back on her feet. She leaned in and kissed Walt again and then leaned across him to the other bed rail and pressed the button that lowered the head of the bed.

“I just want you to lay back and relax. Don’t think about anything but the way my mouth feels on your body.” She only wanted to stretch him out a bit. If this worked she wanted him facing her when she eventually climbed on top of him and let that monster invade her body.

“Listen to me.” She grabbed his head and locked her icy blue eyes on his deep brown ones. “I don’t expect anything from you. If this doesn’t work I’m going to spread my legs across your face and make you eat me til I cum anyway. That means no matter what you cannot fail. So get it out of your mind. Got it?”

Walt grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. He sucked her bottom lip as he massaged her breast, wanting her more than anything. When he let her go she smiled and kissed him again. She then moved down to his chest licking his nipples one at a time and then further down she softly bit his side. He sucked in his breath and she knew they were getting somewhere.

Walt settled back and closed his eyes. This was going to better than he could have imagined. He didn’t feel one iota of guilt for his little white lie. Nurse Callaway wanted this just as much as he did. Besides, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Katie worked slowly toward the prize kissing and licking and occasionally biting as she traversed Walt’s abdomen. She kissed the flat spot where his groin began and moved down his thigh. Walt moved his leg hoping to rush her but this only prolonged the suffering. Katie picked up his leg and pushed it out away from his body, giving her greater access to his cock and balls. She pushed his knee up towards his body and then off to the side.

“Yow! I am not that flexible!”

Katie just smiled and let him move it down a little bit. She let his left leg remain straight but she moved it over so she could kneel between his legs. She ran her fingers ever so softly down his right thigh. On the up stroke she pressed her hand into the bend of his thigh and used her right hand to gather her hair into a twist so it would stay out of her face. Finally she dipped her head in towards his balls and gave Walt what he had been waiting for.

She sucked his velvety sack into her mouth and then one at a time gently sucked each of his balls singly into her mouth. She rolled them around before moving to the next. “Yes!” she silently proclaimed as she felt his cock begin to fill with blood. Happily, it never occurred to Katie that Walt may have been lying. She truly believed that his desire for her had overcome his physical affliction—which she suspected had started out as a result of too much stress and had eventually been compounded by one or two failed attempts at sex, until the problem had become much bigger than it really was. “Not anymore,” she thought. “I have cured him.”

Katie had been somewhat promiscuous in her late teens and early 20′s so she had seen quite a few dicks in her life. She was pretty sure, however, that Walt’s was the biggest of them all. There was one that may have been about the same size but being face to face with Walt’s gargantuan cock now made it hard to know for sure. She was thankful for a weak gag reflex, otherwise she wasn’t sure she would even be able to get a third of him into her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on the job at hand. She sat up higher on her knees and opened wide. Slowly she slid her mouth down onto the head and sucked her way back off. She wanted Walt to be rock-fucking-hard before things start moving towards sex and that meant she needed to play with him a bit.

She turned her blue eyes up toward Walt’s face. She was pleased to see the glazed look in his eyes. She rose up and stretched her body out until she was on her hands and knees. She never took her mouth off of Walt’s cock as she moved keeping her eyes focused on him. She parted her long toned legs and pointed her ass toward the air. She surprised herself by wishing there was someone else in the room—that smoldering doctor on the fourth floor would be superb—to play with her pussy from behind. She had never had a threesome but at this moment if another man had pushed into her from behind she would not have protested. “Maybe another time” she thought.

As if he read her mind Walt clenched his butt and tried to push further into her mouth. “You little slut”, he said in a voice thick with desire.

That brought Katie out of her daydream and with a sudden force she jammed her mouth down on his swollen shaft. It was a little over halfway into her mouth and she thought that was probably as far as it was going to get. She pushed harder and tried to swallow a little more. Walt moaned as her throat closed on the head of his dick. It had been a long time since a woman had gotten that much of his cock into her mouth, he was definitely impressed. God she felt good. He wanted to get her ass up by his mouth so he could get her nice and wet.

Katie kept a tight grip on the base of his cock, jacking him off as she bobbed up and down. She had found a rhythm now and was thrilled that she could see veins standing out along the shaft and feel the blood pumping through them. He was definitely erect. She reached down and caressed his sack and then gently massaged the flat spot between his scrotum and anus. Walt groaned and slowly flexed his ass toward her. “Damn that’s good,” he reached down and put a hand on her side. “Turn around here,” she stopped what she was doing, looking confused.

“Huh?” she said. The sound was muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Walt leaned down and put his hand on her flat stomach and tugged her towards him. “Gimme that pussy,” he demanded.

She slid her mouth off his dick and smiled shyly, “Oh.”

She sat up straight and Walt had a sudden and intense urge to fuck her. He was tired of this game. He was going to break her. For a second Katie was scared by what she saw on Walt’s face. It looked like he wanted to kill her. She backed up and the bottom of her feet hit the footboard behind her. Then she saw what Walt meant to do. It wasn’t rage it was pure unadulterated desire on his face. His eyes burned with a frenzied hunger. He meant to take her and she felt excitement shoot through her body.

Walt bent forward and grabbed Katie’s legs. At the same time he rose up on his knees ignoring the pain that shot through his foot as he did so. He pulled Katie toward his body on the little bed. There was little room for movement and more than once he felt that he might fall off as he got turned around.

Walt bent Katie’s knees and pushed them in towards her breasts. He at least had enough wits about him to know that if he went at it all at once he would hurt her. He had been living with the leviathan between his legs long enough to know there were very few women that were loose enough to take him on the first stroke without damage to their jewel box.

He spread Katie’s legs to give himself a better view of her dripping pussy. She was definitely wet and looking down at his pounding cock waiting at the entrance he was hit with that feeling again. It wasn’t as intense as it had been a second ago but he had to work hard to stop himself from ramming his cock into her. Katie had a brief second to wonder if he would fit inside her when his head was there, pushing to get in.

“Do it”, Katie pleaded. She could see what he wanted all across his face. He had pinned her down with her knees and had spread her legs so he could watch the action. She was jealous. “Fuck me Walt. Please, fuck me.”

- The End -

I walked into the waiting room of the new doctor’s office and was pleased to find it wasn’t crowded. With a sigh of relief I walked to check in at the nurse’s station. I handed over my license and tried not to frown at the picture. Do they purposely try to catch you squinting and half smiling? I am 5’6″ with long brown hair and brown eyes, average build with large breasts and incredible long legs which are probably my best feature. The gritty license picture does me no justice.

I also handed over my new insurance card. That’s why I was there. The cheaper insurance plan for my employer means I had to switch doctors from the nice, woman friendly gynecological practice to this place where the doctor seems to go by only Dr. J. Very shady.

The waiting room had an unclean feel. The chairs looked dirty and the magazines were showing Christmas holiday gift giving advice despite the fact that it was April. I was happy to take my seat and get away from the nurses. I had been putting this check-up off for more than a year because I have a horrible problem with the doctor’s office.

The usual check up with my family practitioner is no problem but unfortunately gynecological exams were my downfall. I wasn’t afraid of them – I was turned on to the point of humiliation. Already in this dingy waiting room I started feeling the wetness seeping into my panties. I had tried so hard to dress conservative in jeans and a modest shirt and even my underwear were playfully innocent with a pink polka-dot bra and bikini cut red panties. Nothing about the outfit or my appearance screamed “sexual deviant.”

And yet I was itching to stroke my pussy through my jeans. I picked up a magazine, opened to an article (“Perfect Tips for Staying Thin This Thanksgiving Season!”) and used it as a shield as I examined the other patients in the waiting room: an obviously pregnant woman messing with her phone, a septuagenarian reading some dime-store romance novel, a sexy young woman, lips slightly parted as though she was struggling to keep her breathing steady…

Oh wait, one wall was a mirror. I flipped a few pages in the magazine to hide the flush creeping into my face. I squirmed uncomfortable in the chair knowing my pussy was oozing onto my red panties. I knew I should have masturbated before I got there but I had been nervous the doctor could somehow tell my sin from the examination. Now I was in dire straights. I thought desperately about rubbing one out quietly in the waiting room…

I repositioned the magazine and flipped the page (“Holiday Fashions for Any Figure”). My jeans were tight but I could still rub my clit through the fabric. It was already getting enlarged from just being in the room and waiting for an exam. I teased the outline of it through the fabric and felt my body tense. Nipples began getting hard and showing through my bra and thin shirt. Soon the teasing touch was too little, and I ached for further relief. I decided to risk unbuttoning my jeans…surely they wouldn’t call me anytime soo..

“ANGEL?” called a gruff voice from the back of the waiting room. I dropped the magazine guiltily, picked up my purse, and walked to the door ignoring the hot wetness between my legs.

The nurse had a real attitude problem and she seemed really unhappy at her job. I smiled at her.

She took me to a back area where they weighed me, measured my height, and then showed me to a door. I was still struggling to keep my arousal under control. This was all the foreplay leading up to the doctor’s exam and I was on edge from the anticipation. I didn’t realize she was holding a cup out to me.

“Hello? Urine sample? This way…”

Oh duh, of course. Perfect! The privacy of a bathroom would give me time to get rid of my overwhelming need to get off surely. I thanked Nurse Bitchy and took the cup into the bathroom. The fixtures were all very old but the room was clean at least. I sat down on the toilet and prepared to fill my sample cup according to directions. (Really, how many directions do there need to be? Step 1. Pee in Cup) Once the sample was done and I had used the sanitary wipes to clean up I decided to give myself a quick feel.

Leaning back against the back of the toilet with my jeans and red panties around my ankles I began to rub my excited clit while I stroked my thighs and body with my other hand. Already breathing so hard I knew I had to focus if I wanted to get done before suspicions arose. I slid the other hand down and teased my pussy lips open, spreading my legs wider where I sat on the toilet. I slid one finger in and imagined the way the doctor would do this same procedure momentarily…I could feel my body tensing as I rubbed my pussy with one hand and fingered it with the other.

BANG-BANG-BANG. “Ma’am? Do you need assistance?”

I moaned as I quickly sat up and began pulling my clothes on. “justaminute.” I remembered to wash my hands and get my sample before leaving the bathroom. A quick glance in the mirror told me how red my face was. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t hear a worse Nurse Bitchy was saying but I followed her anyways.

The exam room. My pussy gave a delicious jump when I saw the stirrups. All my attempts to stop my intense arousal had only made it worse. Breathing heavy I was struggling just to keep it together.

“Please get undressed. The doctor will be in shortly.”

I looked around and did not see any gowns. I called out after her, “Sorry, where are the gowns?”

The door was already shut but I heard the muffled reply of “Budget Cuts.”

Seriously?! This wasn’t going well at all. I put down my purse and started to undress while looking around the room. Other than the bed with its crinkle paper covering, one old chair and a doctor’s stool on wheels there was no other furniture. Shower curtain rings hung from a pole but the privacy curtain was missing. I took my shirt off and folded it neatly on the chair. I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them adding them to the pile. I unclipped my bra and felt my nipples harden to the cold. My hands flew to them instinctively.

And while I stood there in the fluorescent lit exam room rolling my nipples between my fingers I debated with myself. Do I take my panties off? They were cute and red with strings for sides. If I left them on the doctor would see how wet they were. A quick feel confirmed what I already knew: they were soaked and clearly outlining my pussy lips. If I took my panties off I risked looking foolish if it was understood I should retain some amount of privacy. What if I was supposed to take them off?

I was still standing and debating when a knock was at the door and then it immediately opened and admitted the doctor.

It was actually Dr. Jackson according to his name tag and he was so dreamy. He walked in accompanied by a middle aged nurse. Dr. Jackson was tall with big hands and a white doctor’s coat on. His hair was brown and cropped short. He seemed to be in good shape for being in his 40s and clean shaven. The nurse (nametag: MISTY) looked friendly and matronly. They looked at me in unison and surprise.

“You’ll need to take your underwear off, Miss Angel,” said Dr. J. That answered that.

I blushed, apologized, and bent over at the waist as I slowly pulled my wet panties down my legs and placed them on top of my folded pile of clothes. When I turned back around, completely naked, the doctor and nurse were both smiling politely.

I love being watched. I took my time climbing onto the exam table. I felt the thin table covering immediately cling to the moisture originating from my cunt.

“If you’ll lean back we will start with the breast exam,” said Dr. J. I leaned on the table which was reclined but was not flat back. When I scooted back to get comfortable my legs fell slightly open. I decided not to fix it since there was really no reason to be shy. These people were professionals.

The nurse rolled in a metal table and was arranging some tools on top. She wheeled the table beside the exam table while the doctor sat on the rolling stool and came beside where I was laying. A push of the button had him lowering me until he could comfortably look down on my 36C breasts. A few stolen glances at his face told me his eyes were hazel. Dreamy.

I cleared my mind as the doctor reached down and started groping my breasts with a firm, knowledgeable touch. My nipples were so hard. His gloved hand brushed my right nipple as he moved to the left breast, reaching across my body. I gasped.

“Are you allergic to latex?”

“Mmmno…” I answered. He was still massaging my breast. He moved back to the other. Squeezing. Gripping. Gently pulling on my left nipple, and then my right. I moaned.

“Oh dear,” said the nurse. She was frowning at my behavior. I felt so very dirty.

“Yes, it seems we have a special case. Miss Angel, are you aroused by your exam?”

Lie? Truth? Lie? “Uhhh…”

And then his gloved hand slid to my slightly parted thighs and one skilled finger parted my pussy lips and barely entered my slit.

“You are dripping wet. Are you ovulating or do you find this examination arousing?”

It was impossible not to rock my hips slightly on that gloved finger. He responded by moving his finger to gently massage my swollen clit as I pushed my hips towards his touch.

“She is definitely aroused, Dr. J.”

“I agree Misty. We will try to make this appointment as comfortable for you as possible, Miss Angel.”

“Thanks,” I managed, between moans. Nurse Misty was already coming to the table and pulling out the stirrups while Dr. J pushed a button and now the table was leaning back further until I was flat on my back. The doctor patted the stirrups and I needed no further encouragement. Once my feet were in the proper position Dr. Jay unwound some leather straps and secured them to my ankles.

“Uh..doctor,” I started to ask, although the idea of being strapped in was already making my pussy leak out onto the table.

“It is for your protection, Miss Angel. Sometimes people that become aroused at these exams require additional attention and we would hate for you to strain yourself during the treatment.”

I had no idea what was going on but I allowed the doctor to finish securing the straps tightly around my ankles and then he began to push my legs further apart. Each time the stirrups extended slightly further there was a click until finally my thighs were as far apart as I could handle. I whimpered and the doctor immediately stopped pushing. “No need to worry Miss Angel. Just making sure we have full access to your genital region.”

My hands were still free and I had no idea what to do with them. They seemed to have a mind of their own, moving to stroke the sides of my breasts while I looked down at my legs spread obscenely wide. The doctor picked up a tool from the assortment on the table and with a push of a button a monitor on the ceiling came on. The doctor was fiddling with a remote and the scene on the monitor adjusted and came into focus. There was a camera positioned right at my spread pussy.

“I hope you do not mind. Part of the way we help cover costs is by providing training videos we record during our examinations. Your insurance plan requires this,” said Dr. J.

Well, that didn’t seem good at all but I was captivated.

I had never seen myself spread this wide before. My hands immediately flew to my cunt to touch it, feeling the silky wetness there. Thanks to laser hair removal the only hairs that grow are downy and light despite me having dark hair. The vision on the monitor captivated my attention.

I got so horny looking at my spread pussy that I didn’t hear Dr. J. “You MUST move your hands,” he reiterated.

“Oh, uhh, sorry,” I said, as I pulled my hands reluctantly away from my enlarged clit. The nurse was watching with a worried look on her face. God I love being watched.

The doctor moved the stool between my legs and licked a gloved finger. “I will start with the external exam,” he said and I felt my pussy tense. He started to trace along the spread lips of my cunt, using two fingers to feel along every crevice and fold. The stirrups and straps made it impossible for me to move, impossible to even thrust my hips towards his hand. He then pulled the skin off of my clit and began to gently massage it between two fingers. I was a groaning mess seeing a close up on the monitor of my clit being rubbed.

“Yes doctor, oh god..” I was moaning. Nurse Misty frowned. The doctor withdrew his hand and I realized my legs were shaking in the stirrups. I gave a frustrated moan, struggling against the restraints to push my hips towards the doctor. My hand automatically flew to my pussy and I started to play with my clit in front of him.

Dr. J. frowned at Nurse Misty. “Would you mind restraining her hands as well, Nurse?”

I started to protest, but Nurse Misty was already pulling one hand over my head and buckling a similar leather restraint around my left wrist. She then repeated the action with my other hand until they were restrained over my head while I lay on the exam table still buckled into the stirrups with my legs as wide as possible.

“Now Miss Angel, we are going to start the internal examination,” said the Doctor. My eyes were back on the overhead monitor and I watched as the doctor slid a gloved hand down to my slit and began to trace the opening of my pussy with the tip of his finger. The more he prodded the wider it seemed to gape on the monitor. “I can tell you are very tight as well as being very aroused by this procedure. I am going to make sure you are properly lubricated.”

It was the only warming I got before he scooted the stool closer and leaned down to connect his warm tongue to my throbbing clit. I could feel his latex finger circling my entrance while his tongue was teasing me so slowly that I couldn’t help but gasp and moan. I strained against the bindings wanting to grab his head and grind my pussy onto his face.

“Try to relax, Miss Angel,” said Nurse Misty, but I was too tensed from the sensation of the doctor’s tongue while watching him eat me out on the monitor. His tongue moved to trace along my outer lips before it dived deep into my already dripping hole. A gloved thumb moved to gently manipulate my clit while he prodded deeper into my cunt with his tongue.

I closed my eyes and felt my body tense, knowing an orgasm was imminent. I gasped and moaned. The doctor noticed the change and took that time to thrust two fingers deep into my pussy. I felt my walls contract around his fingers immediately as my climax hit in intoxicating waves, releasing the tension I’d felt since I had first made the appointment.

As my moans subsided, the doctor continued to push on my stomach with one hand while he probed deep into my vagina with the other. His head was cocked to the side and he seemed engrossed in what he was doing. There was a copious amount of my pussy juices smeared on his chin and cheeks.

I lay panting, my entire body flushed and uncomfortable from being restrained in such an awkward position. I watched the monitor as the doctor moved away. My pussy was glistening wet and flushed from the excitement. I was so caught up in staring at myself that I failed to notice Nurse Misty approaching with another instrument.

The doctor was holding the speculum as he wheeled himself back between my legs. He placed the closed device at my entrance and began to slowly slide the instrument into my cunt. I was so wet from having just cum that there was no resistance and the instrument was extremely thin in the closed position. I did wince as it seemed to hit the back of my womb. The doctor noticed the resistance and stopped pushing the metal rod into my pussy.

I turned my attention back to the monitor and watched as the doctor began to turn the screws which caused the instrument to open. After a few seconds, the doctor started turning slower and slower and the pressure in my pussy became unbearable. I gave a frightened whimper.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, it’s just another few minutes. It’s important that we get a good view for the video.”

I continued to gasp and moan as the pressure continued; it looked like my pussy could not possibly stretch any wider. I was always very tight and had never seen myself spread to such an extreme. Tears sprung into my eyes. The doctor seemed to sense my distress and reached a finger to begin rubbing my clit while my pussy was spread wide.

He reached for an instrument and shined a tiny flashlight into the deepest recesses of my cunt. I was moaning now, not just because he had resumed his attentions on my clit, but also because the flashlight gave an obscene view on the monitor of my insides.

The doctor pushed the stool away from between my legs leaving an unobstructed view of the speculum buried in my pussy and open to an extreme position. I was feeling such an ache, I began to whimper and moan. “Please take it out,” I begged.

“I’m sorry Miss Angel, this is for studious purposes. We are going to need to observe the reaction to your inner walls when you experience a violent gagging sensation.”

What the…

“Nurse Misty, could you please see that our patient is as comfortable as possible during this procedure?”

“Yes, doctor.”

And suddenly things were happening so fast I couldn’t keep up. One second Nurse Misty was grabbing a new tool that began to buzz suspiciously and moving it toward my exposed twat. She put the vibrator against the speculum and my entire pussy was instantly electrified from the feeling of vibrations deep within my body. Her finger was gently teasing my clit out of its hood while she held the vibrator against the metal rod.

So lost in moaning and experiencing this new feeling I didn’t notice Dr. J had moved to beside my head on the exam table and was stroking his big cock. I was sad to have missed the moment when it sprung, fully hard and over 7 inches, from his black slacks. I could see it was already glistening with precum that he was rubbing into his shaft and getting closer and closer to my head.

I struggled against my bindings uselessly as the doctor approached but was conflicted on whether I wanted to get away or swallow him whole in one movement.

“Doctor, I..” I started, but as soon as my lips parted the salty head of his cock was forced between my lips.

“Shhh, Miss Angel. It’s important that you relax,” he said as he pushed his dick further into my waiting mouth.

I took my time, exploring his cock with my tongue, tasting his precum and attempting to bob my head on his member but finding it hard being so restrained. The vibrating on my pussy combined with his dick in my mouth was building me up for another orgasm quickly. He didn’t mind my lack of movement, putting a firm hand behind my head and pushing himself deeper into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat. I tried to relax, gasped for air when he retreated from my throat and then moaned as he pushed forward again. Then I gagged.

The spasm through my restrained body was violent and I felt my cunt contract around the invading speculum and almost manage to dislodge it.

“Impressive,” moaned Dr. J, before thrusting back into my throat. The onslaught was brutal and I was lost in the feeling of having my face fucked by the doctor while simultaneously having my clit rubbed and entire genital area vibrating. It was too much. I was gagging again, this one more violent than the last.

Each time he forced his dick into my throat hard enough to make me gag my body shook and the walls of my pussy threatened to push the metal torture device out onto the table. The questionable test continued for several minutes as I slurped noisily on Dr. J’s cock. Without warning, he grunted loudly and forced his dick to the back of my throat where I felt his length throbbing and shooting thick strands down my throat.

There was no choice but to swallow and I gagged and struggled to handle the large load. The sensation of his cum filling my mouth and gagging me pushed me over the edge. I cried out though it was muffled by his dick in my mouth and I continued to swallow and suck his cock until the doctor was spent.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly as I got my fill of the doctor’s cum. After he withdrew, leaving me gasping for breath I felt the nurse quickly spin the screws and the pressure in my pussy immediately lessened. The doctor took a few steps away from me and though his back was turned I could tell he was adjusting himself.

Nurse Misty gave a polite smile as she moved to undo the bindings on my hands and then those around my ankles. “All done now, Miss Angel!”

I was struggling to catch my breath as I carefully dressed myself and tried to fix my hair. A few strands were soaked with spit from sucking the doctor off with my head sideways while lying down. I smoothed those strands and hoped no one would notice or at least not guess what had happened.

I was in a satisfied haze as the doctor handed me a signed form and smiled a dashing smile. He didn’t seem phased in the slightest by the testing that had occurred. As I exited the room, he was pressing buttons on the remote control and the monitor I had forgotten went black. I hoped that video really was for learning purposes. Or maybe I hoped it was for personal purposes.

With my purse in one hand and form in the other I returned to the nurse’s station. They took the form and began typing something on the computer. I was trying hard to look casual.

“Dr. J says you will need a check-up for your condition. He recommends you come back next month?”

“Next month?” I asked, confused. Wasn’t this a yearly physical? And then I realized what it would mean, coming back here next month.

“Yes that will be fine,” I said, too eagerly. I could get used to this type of treatment.

- The End -