Joanna’s First Gynecological Exam

Author: Powerone
Title: Joanna’s First Gynecological Exam
Part: Chapter 1 Preliminary Exam
Summary: Joanna has never had a gynecological exam and that fact is what Dr. Michael is betting on. He intends to humiliate and abuse her lovely body with the help of his colleagues.
Keywords: M+/F, anal, oral, bd, humil, enem

Copyright 2004 by Powerone. Author may be contacted at controlher@hotmail.com

Joanna’s First Gynecological Exam

Dr. Michael readied the new exam room for its first patient of the day. He’d had the room specially equipped to take advantage of the females he specifically chose from the young, inexperienced students who received medical examinations at no charge. In exchange for this free service they would allow medical students to be present during the exams. Or these females would think the men present at their exams were medical students. Dr. Michael never let actual medical students take part; instead he usually invited some of his friends. It was an exceptional chance to abuse a young girl at whim and get away with it.

He checked the chart of the next patient, Joanna, a nineteen-year-old university student from Stratford, Ontario. Many university students visited his clinic, which was exactly why he located it close to campus. He didn’t practice medicine for the money; he had more then he could ever spend. He simply enjoyed female flesh. And, the younger, the better. He preferred young, inexperienced girls who could be easily controlled by an authoritative person, such as a doctor.

He had never met Joanna, but there was a picture of her in the chart. She appeared to be tall, about five feet ten with obviously long legs. Blonde hair covered her breasts, which is what initially peaked his interested in her. He loved the sight of a girl naked from the waist up, hair concealing her naked breasts; but just the possibility of a hard nipple peeking out from between the blonde strands would make his cock so hard. He looked at her breasts, guessing them to be about 36C’s, but he would soon find out for himself. He enjoyed inspecting breasts very intimately. The picture did not show her ass, but soon she would be stripped naked on his cold metal table, her legs spread high and wide in the metal stirrups. He even had large leather straps for the ankles, to “protect her from hurting herself”—or so he would tell her. He and his “interns” would have her spread open, with hands and fingers in all of her orifices.

Even though she was nineteen, Joanna had never had a gynecological exam before. Unwittingly, she was a perfect candidate for Dr. Michael, not knowing what was expected, gullible enough to accept almost anything that would be done to her innocent body. She had been told that it would be a very extensive exam done under a research grant and would require a minimum of four hours. Since it was free, she would be required to give them her full cooperation in whatever they asked and she accepted this condition.

Dr. Michael knew Joanna was sitting just outside in the lobby filling out the spurious forms. There were so many of them, over 30 pages of “legalese” that his receptionist told her was necessary. She had started reading them but became bored after two pages and finally went directly to the last page and simply signed it. Had she read it, she would have seen some rather important clauses. The section where it described the research project for the study of the Masturbatory Practices of the Female College Student and that the volunteers would be required to masturbate during the exam or allow one of his medical staff to masturbate her “as many times as necessary.” Or the stipulation that should the volunteer decide not to complete the extensive exam, she would be liable for all costs incurred, which could reach as high as several thousands of dollars. Or that the volunteer will be photographed and/or videotaped during the exam, while nude and engaged in or being masturbated, for teaching purposes. She would soon find out the sad truth of what she had signed.

The receptionist smiled at Joanna, “you may go in now, Joanna. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes. Just have a seat. The beginning of the exam will be getting your history. Relax,” she added when she noticed how nervous Joanna was. She won’t be nervous by time she is finished, the knowing receptionist thought. Dr. Michael would make her cum so many times before he was done, she would be barely able to walk. As Joanna disappeared into the office, the receptionist picked up her purse, left the office and locked the door, putting up the “Closed” sign. Dr. Michael did not like to be disturbed during testing. His friends had already arrived and were dressed in their “doctor” coats, with stethoscopes around their necks, waiting for their chance at the fresh meat.

Joanna looked around the large, sterile room with some fear. She had heard about gynecological exams and dreaded the thought of being trussed up naked and spread like a plucked chicken, but the school required a yearly physical and a bi-yearly gynecological exam in order to participate in sports. Her budget was severely limited and she jumped at the opportunity for the free exam when recommended by a girl at school. What Joanna did not know was that the girl was paid by Dr. Michael to recruit others for his exams, but only after he had done an extensive background check on them, something he could easily afford. The pictures and videos that were produced from the exams made him thousands of dollars in the overseas markets, especially Japan. They could never get enough videos of naked, blonde teens being examined by doctors. His videos showing their forced orgasms were the best in the market.

Joanna looked at the metal table with dread, imagining what would happen on it. She shivered at the sight of the evil looking stirrups, made worse by the leather straps around them. Would her legs be bound to them while spread? She had not thought of that, assuming that she would merely place her feet in them.

She noticed another table near the wall, with a drain near the center, two-inch walls up the side and a large spray nozzle hanging down from the ceiling. Across the center was a raised portion about five inches wide and padded with heavy rubber. In each of the four corners were the evil leather straps again, no doubt to fully restrain the patient. It was definitely big enough to hold the spread body of an individual.

She could not tell what was underneath the white towels on the smaller, movable tables, but she presumed that they were instruments used for the examination, including the dreaded speculum. She had seen pictures of them and she cringed at the thought of something that big going inside her let alone spreading her open from within.

Dr. Michael entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to Joanna. She was as beautiful as her picture, long blonde hair flowing down in front, covering her breasts exactly as he’d imagined. She wore a button-down blouse and jeans so low on her hips it left her stomach naked. He could tell she was tall even as she sat and couldn’t wait to see her long legs naked. She had such lovely lips, the type that looked so nice wrapped around your cock, sweet eyes looking up at you as you fed more cock deep into her mouth. “Good morning, Joanna, I’m Dr. Michael. I want to thank you for volunteering for our study. It is so important that we get people who will take the time to help in our important research.”

“Thank you Dr. Michael. I hope I will do well. I’m really nervous about it. I’ve never had a gynecological exam before and I’m not sure what to expect.” Joanna shifted nervously in her chair, the doctor’s eyes looking her body up and down as she talked. Damn Joanna, he’s a doctor. He is supposed to be doing that. Relax, it will be OK, she thought, trying to calm herself.

“I will guide you throug
h the whole thing, Joanna; explain it as we go. I have three colleagues w
ho will join us after we go through your medical history. This is a teaching clinic as well as a research clinic. I know it will be a little uncomfortable for you with so many people in the room, but we will keep you as relaxed as possible. If you would like, we could give you a mild tranquilizer to calm your nerves. All you have to do is ask.”

Joanna felt a little better. Dr. Michael seemed genuinely interested in making sure she was comfortable. As for the other doctors, she would just close her eyes and make believe no one else was there. “It’s OK Dr. Michael. I appreciate your candor. I’ll be OK.”

“Fine, you seem to be a very mature woman. I’m going to begin with your medical history. I’m going to ask one of the interns to join us to help take notes and he may have some additional questions. He is a new intern so if he seems a little blunt, take into account that he has not had the practice that the others have. Just answer him frankly and I will discuss his approach with him after your exam. Is that OK Joanna?” Dr. Michael smiled at her.

“Yes, that is OK.” She watched Dr. Michael push a button on his desk. Within a minute, a door opened and another doctor walked in. He was older, somewhere in his mid forties. She had expected a younger man.

“This is Dr. Steve, Joanna.”

“Good morning Joanna.” He was very businesslike, without the flair of Dr. Michael. He sat down next to Joanna, a pad in his hand.

“Good morning Dr. Steve.” He wasn’t as handsome as Dr. Michael either; he had a rugged look that you would not expect to see in a doctor. Maybe that is why he was older, perhaps becoming a doctor as a second career.

The questioning began with her medical history, diseases and illnesses she had, her parents’ medical history and the usual questions regarding her menstrual cycle. Then it got to sex.

“One of out four women will have a sexually-transmitted disease in her lifetime. These diseases can cause sterility, cancer as well as problems with pregnancy, childbirth and infant health,” Dr. Michael stated to her. “Very often, women have no symptoms. That is why it is important for me to know whether you are at risk for sexually transmitted infections. Don’t let your embarrassment become a health risk. I will not know unless you tell me if you’ve had vaginal, oral or anal intercourse, how many partners you have had or if you masturbate. You must answer my questions truthfully and fully. I need to know all of the details to determine the risk. Do you understand Joanna?” then he added, “I think you are mature enough to understand the situation.”

He was right, he was a trained doctor and she knew that she would have to give him all the information, even though it might humiliate her. “Yes Dr. Michael. I will answer all of your questions truthfully.”

“Fine, Joanna. Are you a virgin?

“No,” she answered quickly.

“Have you had more then one partner?” Dr. Steve asked.

“Yes.”

“A more detailed answer would make this go faster,” Dr. Steve shot back. “I’m sure you understand the reasons for our questions; you seem to be an intelligent girl.” He appeared to be a little angry.

Both doctors looked at her, waiting for her answer. “I’ve had vaginal intercourse with two different partners, the first was only for a short time, we did it only twice; the second was a little longer, but was still only three times, other than that, I haven’t had vaginal intercourse,” she revealed her entire sexual history in one long breath.

“Thank you Joanna, that was very helpful.” He smiled at her and gave Dr. Steve an irksome look.

“Did you enjoy it Joanna?” Dr. Steve asked.

Surprised at the question but determined to respond honestly and not make Dr. Michael angrier, she blurted out, “It hurt the first couple of times. Both of them had big cocks– I mean penises, sorry.” Joanna took a deep breath then quietly admitted, “They seemed to be more interested in cumming than in umm… than in making me cum.”

“That’s fine, Joanna” Dr. Michael smiled, “Use whatever language you are comfortable with. Have you ever given oral intercourse?” Dr. Michael waited anxiously for her answer.

“Once. My last boyfriend forced himself on me. He stuck his cock in my mouth and made me suck him until he came. He was mad when I spit it out.” Joanna remembered how he had held her head with both his hands, pulling her back and forth on to his cock as if her mouth were her pussy. She’d choked and gagged when he pushed all the way into the back of her throat but he slapped down her hands when she tried to stop him. He finally finished in her mouth, bathing it with his hot, salty cum. It tasted terrible, so thick. She spit it out and that had made him angry. That was the last time they had dated.

“Did you like the taste of his semen, Joanna?” Dr. Steve asked her, while imagining her lips wrapped around his own cock.

“No, it was so thick and salty.” Her face grimaced as she recalled the taste. “It hung in my mouth for days no matter how many times I brushed my teeth or gargled.”

You will have to learn to love it, Joanna. By the end of the day, your mouth will be filled with cum. Dr. Steve’s pleasant smile hid his thoughts from her. “Some girls don’t like the taste of semen. It’s like a fine scotch,” he explained, “the taste is acquired.”

“The only way I would do it again would be if I were forced,” she shot back.

And so it will be, Joanna, Dr. Michael silently said to himself then asked, “have you ever had anal intercourse, been sodomized, Joanna?”

“NO! NEVER!” She would never do that. Only gay men had sex that way. She barely let a boy touch her ass cheeks, never mind the tiny anus tucked between her tight cheeks.

Ignoring her outburst, Dr. Steve asked, “Do you masturbate, Joanna?”

“Yes, a couple of times a week,” she whispered, embarrassed, not sure if that was more than most girls.

“That’s not unusual for a girl your age, Joanna,” Dr. Michael assured her, as if reading her mind. “A small number of girls do it even more often.” Dr. Michael’s research showed that college girls without a current boyfriend were chronic masturbators. Then he casually tossed out the next question, “at what age did you first start you masturbating?”

Joanna looked nervously at Dr. Michael and murmured, “twelve.” What would he think of her?

“Many girls begin at an early age Joanna. It is nothing to be ashamed of,” Dr. Steve gave her a smirk as he thought about the number of times they would make her cum today. She’d be caught up for a month, he laughed to himself.

“Obviously you enjoy it and you seem to have a healthy, though sparse sex life, so it has not hurt you. Masturbation is a very important part of a healthy sex life and we will discuss that later. We might be able to help you learn to enjoy it more.” Dr. Michael smiled at her, prompting hers in return.

“Thank you, Dr. Michael.” She liked Dr. Michael; Dr. Steve was another story.

Dr. Michael pushed the button on his desk again, the door opened and two more men in white coats walked in. It was so quick, it seemed as if they were just outside the door. They were older men like Dr. Steve. Joanna’s face showed her obvious confusion.

“Joanna, this is Dr. Bill and Dr. James. I see you have noticed that most of my interns are older. They have been doctors for a number of years but in general practice. They have decided to specialize in gynecology and obstetrics as board certified doctors, so they must spend time as an intern, just as a new doctor would. Doctors, why don’t you have a seat? We have a lot of work to accomplish and need to get started.” Michael watched Johanna as they sat on either side of her, each assuring themselves of an unobstructed view of her body.

“Can you bring your chair closer
to me, Joanna? I’m going to start with the breast exam. I’m not going to have you get into the standard paper examination gown that opens in t
he front. It is a little humiliating. You don’t mind, do you?”

Joanna felt relieved. She thought she would have to strip immediately. Dr. Michael seemed to be very sensitive to her needs and fears. She was glad that he was doing the examination. “Thank you,” she acknowledged gratefully and moved her chair closer, only inches from his.

Dr. Michael’s hands reached out and pushed her hair from the front of her shirt-covered breasts. “You have very beautiful hair, Joanna.” His fingers lightly brushed her face, feeling her shiver. “Joanna has a very nice pair of breasts,” he began to talk to the other doctors as if instructing them. His hands moved down, watching her eyes as they followed, not even flinching when his hands gently touched her breasts. “Very full and, we will soon discover, firm. Young girls’ breasts can be very sensitive so you must be careful when manipulating them.”

Dr. Michael now addressed himself to her, “If it hurts, just tell me Joanna and I will stop.” At her nod, he molded her breasts in his palms and hefted each globe, bouncing them gently. Joanna did not protest this manhandling of her but tensed when he moved his fingers to the buttons of her shirt and began to unbutton the first one. “Relax, take a deep breath. It will be all right,” his voice soothing as he slowly unfastened her blouse.

Joanna’s hands clenched on the chair as Dr. Michael began to remove her blouse. This was not as she thought it would be. She expected she would be naked all at once, not with the doctor slowly undressing her like a lover. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. While it would be slower and less humiliating—or she thought it would be—the suspense was killing her. And the wetness she felt between her legs was surprising and embarrassing, like the feeling she got when she was making out with a boy. She felt him pull the short blouse to each side and knew her stomach was now completely naked, her bra revealed. She felt, rather than saw the doctors crane their necks to get a better view of her cleavage, her bra pushing up her twin peaks, a small gold cross highlighting the divide between them.

Dr. Michael’s hands returned to her bra-encased breasts, this time squeezing them a little, again with no protest coming from Joanna. Maybe she would enjoy a little pain; he thought and reminded himself to test her later. His hands ran lower on her body, feeling her suck in her stomach with her breath, unmoving as he touched her skin. He then stood up and walked behind her; she turned her head to see what he was doing. “Face the desk, Joanna, I’m going to remove your bra,” he ordered her. Her swift obedience pleased him. He touched her shoulders, enjoying the goose bumps appear as she trembled. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Good girl, Joanna,” then pushed her gently forward so his hands could find her bra catch. Over her shoulders, he watched her breasts push out her bra as she bent over, his cock jerking at the sight of her lovely globes.

She could not see him, but she felt his every touch on her body and trembled at the contact. As her bra was released, her breasts spilled free of their containment, straps hanging from her shoulders. She was still bent over, no one able to see her breasts yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Dr. Michael let the straps slide from her shoulders and down her arms. He pushed her hair forward, sliding the long blonde locks over her naked breasts. “Take off your bra, Joanna and put it on my desk.” Once more, she obeyed without question and he hoped her submissive attitude would continue when they would soon take advantage of her young body. He stood in front of her again, making sure her hair covered her naked breasts just as he liked to see it, though her palms were clutching her globes, hiding the naked treasures from their view, temporarily.

She felt him touch her arms, knew his eyes were on her as he pulled her hands from her breasts. Now all eyes were on her breasts and she was exceedingly uncomfortable, as she knew they waited to see her naked mounds. Dr. Michael brushed her hair forward again; Joanna felt relief as blonde hair covered her naked breasts, ignorant of his little fetish. She felt her nipples pucker and harden as her hair caressed them, ashamed that her body reacted to the stimulation and knowing they would surely notice. She looked into Dr. Michael’s eyes, silently pleading that he would not detect her body’s betrayal, but the smile he gave her was all knowing.

“Put your hands back on the arms of the chair, Joanna. I need to examine your naked breasts. Then he praised her, “You’re being such a good girl.”

She pressed her naked back against the cold chair, arching a bit, thrusting her chest out. Her hands turned white from gripping the chair so hard, her lips clenched in anticipation. She looked down, her breasts covered by her blonde hair, but hints of her naked globes peeked from beneath. It was almost as if she was teasing them.

“Now relax, Joanna. Dr. Steve is going to take a few pictures. They are for the training lectures. Nothing to worry about.” But at his words, her hands shot up and covered her breasts again, a shocked look on her face. He stroked her cheek and pushed her hair from her eyes. “Relax, Joanna. It’s normal procedure. We only use the pictures to compare to the doctors’ notes. It verifies or denies our analyses and is a very important diagnostic tool used by all teaching and research hospitals. Now put your hands back down,” he pressed, exerting a bit of force until she relented, her hands returning to the chair arms.

Joanna sat there as Dr. Michael arranged her hair again, covering her breasts, his fingers accidentally grazing her nipples, the hard tips now twice their normal size. God, they were going to think she was a slut, getting excited just from a doctor’s exam, she thought. Dr. Steve now moved in front of her with a small digital camera. She closed her eyes as the flash went off repeatedly, cringing at how she must look. She felt someone come close to her. She opened her eyes, Dr. Michael next to her face again.

“That’s good, Joanna,” his voice scarcely above a whisper, “just a few more pictures then we’ll move on to the examination.”

He caressed the front of her, lightly brushing a few strands of her hair out of the way, staring as her nipples once again poked through. He moved out of the way and she shut her eyes as Dr. Steve took more pictures, this time her nipples and areolas exposed to the harsh glare of the camera flash.

“Excellent, now open your eyes, Joanna.” Dr. Michael sat in the chair in front of her. “Doctors,” he began and pulled back Joanna’s hair, her breasts now fully exposed. Hefting her breasts in his hands, feeling her tremble as he let his fingers run over her nipples, teasing them, “you must be gentle when examining young girls’ breasts like Joanna’s.” He smiled, “If you clench your hand on them, you can feel for lumps, bumps or thickening. Let your hand press in small circles all over the breast flesh, starting at the top outermost edge and spiral in to the nipple. You will notice that Joanna’s nipples are extremely hard and long. Some patients may get sexually excited by this stimulation.”

His fingers moved in toward her areolas, large dark brown circles the size of a half dollar. They ran over the flesh, tiny goose bumps appearing on her breasts as he did. He caressed both breasts simultaneously, watching her shift in her chair, obviously aroused by the manipulation of her breasts.

Joanna was so humiliated, unable to control her nipples, all of the doctors able to see how aroused she was. She felt the wetness between her legs, ashamed when they would do her pelvic and find her wet. Would it become worse when they completely stripped her and began to run their fingers over her pussy, as she was sure they would? “Mmmm,” she quietly moaned as his fingers
gripped her nipples, tightening on the sensitive tips. She felt th
e pain as he twisted them right then left.

“Some girls like their breasts fondled a little harder than most. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and nipples are very sensitive to this.” Dr. Michael gripped her nipples a little tighter, his fingertips digging into the hard flesh. “Does that hurt too much Joanna? Would you like me to stop?” but he already knew the answer. Her lips were clenched tight, but her back was arched, her breasts thrust into his painful grip. Joanna said nothing but emitted a low moan. He pulled on her nipples, stretching them out over an inch, tightening his grip even more, not allowing them to escape his cruel fingers. “We will have to test her breasts and nipples later for tactile stimulation.” he told the other doctors, then explained to Joanna, “we will place certain instruments on your areolas and nipples, Joanna, to make sure that your nerve endings are as responsive as they should be. It might be a little bit painful for you but it is a necessary part of the procedure.”

“Doctors, gather over here. You can practice examination of the breasts on Joanna. Joanna, I want you to lace your hands behind your head. Be a good girl and obey.”

Her nipples were being crushed, fingers still gripping them tightly, squeezing the blood from each. The blood exploded back into the tips when he released them, the pain quickly following. Now the others were going to touch them, would they do the same as Dr. Michael did, make her nipples hard, arouse her. She hesitated at his command, knowing the other doctors were already gathering around her half-naked body, their fingers eager to run over her teenage flesh. She reluctantly complied, raising her arms, feeling her breasts rise up even higher, as she laced her hands behind her neck.

“Move your elbows out to the side now. This will tighten up the muscles, making the breast palpation much easier for the doctors. Now arch your back a little, Joanna. Yes, very good Joanna. See how firm her breasts are, the nipples pointed, no sag at all in them,” he told the doctors.

Joanna posed for them, frozen in position while they took turns running their hands over her breasts, each paying special attention to her nipples. They seemed bent on outdoing each other, trying to make her nipples harder than the man before. It was embarrassing because they succeeded. Fingers grabbing her nipples hard, one snapping her nipple with his fingernail, igniting a sharp pain that radiated from her nipple up her spine.

Dr. Michael moved next to her again, whispering into her ear as Dr. James, the last one pulled on her nipples, stretching each obscenely, twisting the pink nipples crushed beneath his calloused fingers. “That’s not so bad is it, Joanna? I think you are enjoying it a little,” he teased her, her face turning red with shame as her body betrayed her.

“Stand up now Joanna.” She rose from the chair, her breasts bouncing. He put his hands on her hips, turning her towards the other doctors. “Jeans are always so hard to get down, girls seem to buy them to fit like a second skin and Joanna’s jeans are no exception. See how they cling to her buttocks?” Joanna’s mortification was evident as he pointed this out to the others.

Dr. Michael’s hand caressed her ass with a touch that was a little bold. She felt his hand at her waist, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning the top button before his fingers gripped the zipper. “I can do it,” she was near panic as she tried to grab the zipper from him, wanting to get it over with quickly. It was as if Dr. Michael was slowly stripping her naked for their pleasure.

Dr. Michael slapped her ass with his palm, “I will do it Joanna. Now, behave.” His voice stern.

She was taken aback by his tone, the slap just barely registering through the thick jean material. She let her hands fall to the side, obeying his order, not sure why, but not wanting to find out what would happen if she didn’t. “Yes, Dr. Michael.”

His hand returned to her zipper and began to slowly pull it down. The sound of the moving zipper broke the near silence in the room, joining only the echoes of the breathing of the doctors. She felt his hand push in when it reached bottom, touching her panty-covered pussy, the thin material the only barrier between his hand and her naked sex. She had forgotten that she had on a sexy thong, thinking that she would take off her clothes and put on a gown. Now they would see her in it, her ass cheeks naked.

Dr. Michael reached up to the top of the jeans and pulled them over her flaring hips, making sure that her panties did not come down with them. He caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks, the thong leaving her almost naked in the back. He tugged farther, past the V in her legs, down to her knees. He let them sit there, trapping her legs together.

“Joanna has very smooth and silky skin,” he demonstrated by running his hand down the side of her naked hips, “reflecting her general good health.” He turned her sideways, so the other doctors could see her naked ass cheeks. “Her buttocks are a beautiful and healthy pink, she must also work out often as they are also tight,” his hand gripping one of her naked cheeks in his hand as he “lectured.”

Joanna suddenly felt like nothing more than a doll. Dr. Michael talked about her and touched her as if she wasn’t real, only a doll to examine. She felt him grip her ass, her hips pushing forward as he did.

“You take good care of your body, Joanna, you should be proud of it. This doesn’t embarrass you, does it?”

Here she was in the company of four older, strange men, naked from the waist up, her chest heaving, her nipples hard, her pants at her knees, a thong the only thing covering her sex and he was asking her if she was embarrassed? “No Dr. Michael, I’m fine,” she lied, flashing him a fake smile as he continued to rest his palm on her naked ass cheeks.

“I knew you were very mature, Joanna. Now gentlemen,” his hand grabbed her thong at the waist and slowly lowered it, “we will remove Joanna’s thong so we can exam her sex.” They all watched as her curls came into view, a nicely trimmed blonde bush that was almost invisible to the eye. The light, thin hair making her pussy almost bald like a twelve-year-old girl. He continued to pull it down until it was stopped at her knees by her jeans.

Now she was completely naked, made worse because her jeans and thong were gathered at her knees, binding her legs, looking like a little schoolgirl waiting for a bare bottom spanking. All eyes focused between her legs, her puffy pussy lips tugged tightly closed, her mound hiding her inner secrets. However, she knew it would not be long, the cold metal examining table beckoning her. The ominous stirrups waiting to secure her legs, her sex made open and available, as they spread her wide.

“Please sit back down Joanna and slip off your jeans and thong. We need to proceed and will need you naked.”

All eyes watched as she sat down and struggled to pull the jeans off, bending over to take off her shoes, her pendulous breasts hanging down. She started to pull off her jeans, bending her knees outward without thinking, affording them an unobstructed view of her pussy, which they did not pass up. She tried not to look at their faces as she finally got the jeans and thong off, now completely naked, Dr. Michael taking her only protection.

“Just a few more pictures Joanna, then I will need you on the exam table,” he spoke as if this was a completely normal part of the exam. “Please sit back firmly against the chair and keep your shoulders straight. Yes, that’s a good girl. Now lace your hands behind your neck again. I want your breasts standing up.”

This posing for them, her tits pushed out, her nipples still hard, her exposed, wet pussy was more humiliating than anything she’d ever experienced. She cringed when the camera came forward again, her eyes squeezed t
ight as the camera flashed again and again, capturing her naked heaving breasts.”

“Arch your back a little higher, Joanna. That’s so good, yes. Get a picture of her hard nipples,” Dr. Michael requested, then leaned in close to Joanna, his hand resting on her leg. “Now I need you to spread your legs open a little for the camera, Joanna. Can you do that for us?” He pushed between her tightly clenched thighs, feeling her tighten against his hands.

Her eyes shot open when she felt his hand press between her thighs. “No, please, don’t take a picture down there,” she begged, feeling him pushing out on her tender thighs.

“Just a few, Joanna. Next time we have a mask that will cover your face so no one will recognize you, but for now we must insist that you spread your legs and open up your sex for the camera.”

“A mask?” What kind of pictures could they possibly take that she’d need to wear a mask? She could no longer resist his hands, stronger than her thighs, her legs parting, moving towards the outside edge of the chair. She opened her eyes, looking down at her sex, her pussy lips beginning to spread apart, ashamed as she saw the glistening dew on her sex.

“It will be better with a mask, that way we won’t accidentally get your face in the picture. Now relax your thighs, yes very good, a little bit farther,” feeling her legs spread. “Scoot forward a bit in the chair, Joanna. Yes, that’s it. Such a good patient you are, Joanna.”

“Take some pictures now,” he ordered Dr. Steve.

Dr. Steve knelt between her legs, his camera lens less than a foot from her open sex. She actually felt the heat of the flash as the camera flicked on and off, the click of the shutter deafening in the quiet room as her wide-open sex was captured for posterity.

She jumped when Dr. Michael’s hands touch her vulva.

“Joanna has very fleshy lips,” again demonstrating as he peeled them back exposing her pink inner skin to the camera. “Relax, Joanna. I just need to open you up so the camera can see inside you.” Her vagina now exposed, as was her clit hood. “Try to get a good picture without my fingers.” Dr. Steve moved in for a real close up, now just inches from her sex.

“You will notice that Joanna has started to secrete juices. You can see it glisten when the camera flashes. The exam sexually arouses some patients and it is nothing to be ashamed of Joanna. A few have even had orgasms while being prodded with speculums.”

Now they all knew that she was a slut. Dr. Michael’s fingers held her sex split open, making her pussy tingle and drip in excitement. What must they think of her? God, could she really cum with them here? Yes, she knew she could. “I’m sorry, doctor,” humiliated at her body, her thoughts, not sure what to say, just knowing that she should say something.

They finally finished taking pictures, Dr. Michael’s hand gone from her pussy lips, Joanna feeling embarrassingly unfulfilled as she sat in the chair, decidedly aroused. She badly wanted to play with her clit until she would cum.

“Stand up Joanna and move over to the exam table.” Dr. Michael saw the look of fear come over her face as she stood, his hand moving to her naked waist. “It will be all right Joanna, just be a good girl and it will go easy and be over before you know it.” He let his hand slide down a little lower, touching the gentle swell of her tight, teenage ass. He felt her cheeks gently sway as he walked her over to the table, as a guard would do with a condemned prisoner.

Joanna felt all eyes on her, her breasts bouncing as she walked, unable to control them. She felt Dr. Michael’s hand on her waist slide down to her butt, afraid to say anything to him, more afraid of what the rest of the examination would bring. She looked at the table as she approached it, gleaming, cold and sterile, the ominous stirrups up high, waiting for her slender ankles to be placed in them, the dark leather straps ready to secure her tight in the stirrups, unable to stop them from spreading her open. She went to sit on the table, but was stopped by Dr. Michael’s voice.

“No, I want you on all fours on the table. On your hands and knees, facing the other way.” His cock jerked when he said that. He loved a girl spread open that way, her ass pushed up high, begging to be touched or prodded, her pussy and anus open and accessible.

This was the worst. He wanted her in the doggy position, like an animal waiting to be mated! She hesitated, but his hands urged her up onto the table, her hands and knees touching the cold metal first. She closed her eyes and only imagined how she must look from behind as she crawled forward, knowing that her pussy and anus were brutally exposed to their eyes. His hands pushed her this way and that until he had her exactly in the position he wanted; in the center of the table, on her knees, her arms extended outward, supporting her upper body. She was so self-conscious, her breasts hanging down, her ass pushed up right into their faces.

“First we’re going to do a brief examination of Joanna in this position. Later we will put her on her back with her legs in the stirrups, but this is less embarrassing for Joanna.” Joanna could not believe he thought this less embarrassing!

He moved toward Joanna’s head, brushing her hair from her face, pleased at the way her breasts hung down, noticing that her nipples were still hard. She might have a distressed look on her face but he imagined that her pussy was still wet. He moved his hand down her back, softly running over her silky flesh. “Lower down, Joanna,” pushing on her back. “Put you head down on the table, but keep your bottom raised up.”

She felt like a trained dog, her head on the table now, her face turned toward Dr. Michael as he slowly rubbed her flesh, moving down her arched back towards her pushed out butt. When he moved behind her she had no trouble imagining his view.

“Move your legs a little more apart, Joanna.” His fingers slid between her thighs, feeling the tension in them, pushing outward. He tapped lightly with his palm, a light slapping sound ringing out in the room. She obeyed, the gap between her thighs getting wider, his hands urging them farther yet. He loved the sight of her teenage body, her butt cheeks spreading apart, her pink rosebud peeking out, her pussy pouch pushed outward. She was in the perfect position of servitude, arched up to serve her sex to whomever wanted it

Joanna closed her eyes, not wanting to see as they observed her sex so open and spread before them. Her head snapped up when she heard the door open, her eyes wide when she saw a janitor enter the room. His eyes caught hers then moved down her body to gaze at her naked haunches so obscenely exposed. “Doctor! Get him out of here!” She screamed, horribly embarrassed. She started to get up, looking urgently for something, anything to cover her body.

Dr. Michael pushed down on her back, this time more forcefully. “Settle down, Joanna. It’s only Jim. He’s here to take out the trash and will be gone in a minute.” His hands held her down as she tried to squirm free.

“No, make him leave, please,” she pleaded, her body pinned beneath the doctor’s big hands.

“I will not tell you again, Joanna. Now settle down. We must get on with the examination. Are you going to behave?” He lightly slapped her ass cheek with his palm, the white flesh turning a slight pink.

Joanna had never been spanked, even as a little girl. Now Dr. Michael had slapped her ass, the sting still radiating through her tender flesh. She didn’t know how to respond to this situation. She was sure that this was terribly wrong, but she did not know what to do. She was naked, four doctors crouched around her exposed body, sure that they would not let her go. Resigned to the fact that even the janitor was eyeing her naked body, her head went back down on the table.
She felt hands back between her legs, urging her thighs farther apart.

“That’s a good girl, Joanna. Now raise your butt a little,” his hand gripping her sex in his palm pushing h
er up higher. “Now doctors, you will notice that Joanna has a very puffy vulva.” His fingers slipped lightly into the folds of her sex. “Be gentle when you pull her lips apart,” his fingers gripped each pussy lip, spreading them apart, her pink inner lips exposed to the others. His finger skimmed up and down her pussy slit, feeling her wetness. “Look for any growths on the inner lips by using your finger. It might require doing this several times as you want to catch even the smallest ones.” His finger slid up and down, her hips begin to move, all of them knowing that he was sexually arousing her. Her juices began to flow more, his finger glistening in the bright light.

As Jim was ready to leave, Dr. Michael slid his fingers slide along Joanna’s slit up towards her anus, her cheeks now widespread and then, without removing his hands, stepped a bit to the side and asked with a devious smile only the men could see, “Jim, would you please get this trash can before you leave?” Joanna looked at him, her eyes pleading, truly embarrassed, the thought of the janitor behind her as the doctor occupied himself with her sex making it even worse. He lightly tapped her ass, “he’ll be finished in a minute Joanna, now relax and stay in position.”

Dr. Michael continued talking to the others as if they were the only ones in the room his hands rubbing up and down Joanna’s slit. She could feel her juices run down her thighs, his fingers stimulating her, humiliated to be so sexually aroused. No, she cried silently when she felt his fingers move up to her anus, dragging along her juices on his fingertips.

Dr. Michael’s fingers rested on either side of her anus and began to pull outward, watching as the tiny rosebud became completely exposed. He pulled wider and the tiny star began to open. “Note that Joanna has a tiny anus, obviously truthful about not engaging in anal intercourse. See how pink the opening is, no sign of hemorrhoids.” He pulled wider, her anus stretching open. “Thank you, Jim.” Dr. Michael acknowledged the janitor as Jim gazed at Joanna’s spread sex, her anus peeking at him.

Joanna cringed when she heard him talking to the janitor, opening her eyes just in time to see him pass by her head, staring at her hanging breasts before looking directly into her eyes. He winked at her, smiled and left the room; Joanna hung her head in shame. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. She felt the fingers on her anus begin to apply pressure on the tiny opening.

“Push back on my finger, I need to check your sphincter muscle.” She strained, pushing her ass back, the tiny anus beginning to open around his finger. “So good, Joanna, a little more.” Joanna, who swore no one would ever touch her there, shocked herself by obeying. Dr. Michael watched her anus close when she pulled forward a bit, then begin to push outward again as she followed his instructions. She was so tight but his finger finally won, as he knew it would, plunging in to the first digit before she could do anything but gasp in surprise and pain. He moved his finger around, feeling her sphincter trying desperately to expel the foreign digit. “Joanna has a very strong sphincter. It is applying pressure on my finger, trying to push it out. When she is in the stirrups, we will explore her rectum and colon further. She is very tense right now, and I’m afraid that makes it difficult to do internal examinations without harming her, so I think we should begin the research project to help put Joanna at a more relaxed frame of mind.”

Joanna looked up again. Begin the research project? “What are you going to do, Dr. Michael?” Her eyes turned back towards them to see them all staring between her legs.

“You did read the consent form, didn’t you, Joanna?” Dr. Michael responded to the puzzled look on her face.

“It was so long and boring, I just signed it.” Joanna realized her mistake and asked now, when it was obviously too late, “what are you going to do?”

Dr. Michael’s hand softly stroked her ass, allowing his finger to return to her lips, feeling her jump as he pressed in and stroked her inner pussy. “This study is on the Masturbatory Practices of the Female College Student. You are going to be masturbated by some of us and also by yourself and we shall record the procedures for testing purposes.”

“NO!” Her head shot up in protest and she started to scramble off the table. “I want to leave.”

Dr. Michael had heard protests like this before and was prepared for them. He kept Joanna on the table with a hand on her back and picked up the consent form with the other. “You may leave, but when you signed this form, you also agreed to pay the costs incurred for the examination up to the time you choose to leave. Since we will not get any useful data from the exam, you must pay for it.” While Joanna now returned to all fours as she listened, Dr. Michael continued his manipulation of her pussy.

“That’s fine, how much do I owe you?” How much could it be, she had been here for less than an hour. Joanna wasn’t even consciously aware that she’d returned to her position, slowly rocking back and forth on Dr. Michael’s still stroking finger.

“I don’t have the exact figures, but it is about $3,000.00.” He smiled, knowing what her answer would be.

“WHAT! How can it be that much?”

“You have to pay for the cost of the room, the receptionist, four doctors, as even interns get paid, along with all the other incidental costs. Our administrator is a real stickler about collecting these balances and has taken some patients to court or put them into bankruptcy to be paid. The University also frowns on students not paying legitimate bills. However, you may get dressed and leave,” as his finger kept up the gentle masturbation of her pussy.

She put her head back down. How had she gotten into such a situation? She didn’t have $3,000.00 or even a hope of getting it. She was already naked, seen by the janitor and was now being masturbated, which incidentally was beginning to feel good. She let her hips begin to rock back and forth gently.

He had her. She was obviously enjoying his finger. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Her lack of protest was enough. “Enjoy it, Joanna. Relax and enjoy the feeling.” His finger moved lower, locating her clit. The tip of his finger swilled around her clit hood, not touching it, just teasing it. “Dr. Steve, would you see what you could do to stimulate Joanna’s nipples and breasts. She seems to like a little pain with the stimulation so take that into account.”

Dr. Steve ran his hands softly over her back. It tickled as he moved down her side, but his hand quickly latched onto one hanging breast, two fingers grabbing her nipple and squeezing it. She gritted her teeth when it began to hurt.

“Does that hurt too much, Joanna?” His head was next to hers, but he pinched harder reveling in her cringe of pain and lack of attempt to stop him. He let his other hand completely encircle the dangling globe, tightening on the firm flesh, pushing the blood toward the swollen tip. He released the nipple as the blood rushed down then clamped back down on it, twisting and turning the hardened rubbery tip. “Yes, Dr. Michael, I think she likes a little pain. Is she wetter?”

Dr. Michael ran his fingers up and down her slit, two fat fingers pushing apart the folds, rubbing up and down the slick walls. “Very wet. Whatever you are doing, continue. Dr. Bill, would you take over masturbating Joanna?”

Joanna felt the comfortable hands of Dr. Michael leave her wet sex, replaced by the strange, somewhat awkward hands of Dr. Bill. He did not rub as softly, two fingers moving to her clit right away, pulling her clit hood back, exposing the red bud. He slapped his finger back and forth over her clit, sometimes rather hard, other times softer. His other hand moved up to her pussy, forcefully pu
shing her lips aside until he exposed her vagina.

Dr. Bill then pushed two
fingers against her vagina and began to apply pressure, feeling her muscles slowly giving way, the tips of his fingers bit by bit being engulfed in her hot flesh. He pinched her clit hard, her body jerking back onto the fingers invading her vagina, her pulsating pussy walls clenching, wrapped tightly around his fingers. “Joanna has a very tight vagina. I can just barely get two fingers in, even with all of her juices lubricating the way. She definitely has a very sensitive clitoris, the more I stroke it the larger it becomes.”

She squirmed on the fingers invading her vagina, trying to push them in farther, squeezing them as they plunged deeper into her pussy. She no longer cared about the exam, the doctors or anyone else; her only desire now was to cum. They had been gradually arousing her and she could no longer resist her betraying body. Fingers plucked at her nipple, sometimes painfully, her breast compressed within one strong hand, the blood pushed to the swollen tip. Her clit was being finger slapped, it felt like he would rub it raw if he continued much longer and her pussy was being finger fucked, two delicious, fat fingers sliding inside her. She had to cum soon.

“Good girl, Johanna, you like this I see. Rock back on the fingers.” Dr. Michael moved behind her again, watching Dr. Bill masturbate her soaking wet pussy. He moved his hands over her butt softly, feeling her body tense up, her buttocks contracting. “Relax Johanna, relax.” His hand moved down between her cheeks, slowly tracing the crack, heading for her pink anus.

She shivered in fear as she felt another set of hands moving over her butt. She rose up, giving over her body to the hands that continued to drive her to higher heights. “Mmmm.” Her ass waving back and forth, fingers running over her anus, the tiny rosebud quivering in excitement. He wouldn’t penetrate her there, would he?

Joanna was a sight each of the men present truly appreciated. Her hips pushing back and forth on invading fingers in her pussy, her ass cheeks clenching as her vaginal muscles grabbed at fingers pulling from her body. One breast swinging freely back and forth beneath her, fingers tightly pinching the other by the nipple, delicious pain shooting through her body.

Then, one finger slowly rubbing over her exposed anus, lightly stimulating the nerve endings, a forbidden feeling rushing over her, the desire to be penetrated—there. Dr. Michael knew the time had come, Joanna was almost theirs.

“I think our little Joanna is going to cum for us, doctors. Let yourself go Joanna, let the pleasure sweep over your body.” Dr. Michael did not have to wait long, her head rose up from the table, a look of sheer pleasure on it, her eyes wide-open, soft moans of pleasure coming from her lips.

“God,” Joanna pushed back hard on the fingers, trying to drive them deeper. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!” She no longer cared what she looked like, what she sounded like; not even when Dr. James stood in front of her, busily snapping picture after picture as she orgasmed, her naked body fully exposed, shuddering before the camera’s impersonal lens. She humped back and forth, her ass raising up and down like a dog in heat, her pussy gushing over the invading fingers inside her. She had never felt anything like this before, her mind a confused jangle of sensations.

“Now, doctors.” Dr. Michael directed the others. Three fingers plunged deep into her tight, wet pussy, painfully spreading apart the slick walls. Sharp, hard fingernails once again slapped her nipple, igniting intense pains that rushed throughout her body. Dr. Michael’s finger entered her anus, the dry, fat finger pushing aside the clenching sphincter muscle, entering her virgin rectum for the first time.

Joanna bucked, her body painfully speared on fat fingers, her openings spread wider than ever before, her pulsating virgin ass filled with flesh. She came again, this time even harder then before. “FUCK ME! She screamed. She had never felt so full, the fingers moving inside her pussy, the one in her ass, separated only by a tiny layer of tissue. They seemed to be joined, stimulating her from both sides, her asshole clenching on the finger moving inside, her pussy pulsating on the digits, lips clenched tightly around the fat fingers stretching her wide. She came repeatedly. Her hips driving the fingers back and forth deep inside her, no longer caring about the pain, the men, her wantonness, just loving the fullness these men provided. She screamed as her clit was pulled and twisted, fingers roughly yanking the bud from beneath its hood. “Noooo!” she cried, her juices running down her thighs as she came, Dr. James flashing away at her face, then behind her, capturing the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing, her body prolonging her orgasm seemingly for the men and the camera.

The doctors watched Joanna finally slump on the table, all hands now removed from her orifices, exhausted with the powerful orgasms that ripped through her teenage body. Dr. Michael let his finger slip between her legs again from behind and softly rub along her cum-soaked pussy lips. He reached up with his other hand and pushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face, turning her towards him. “Good girl, Johanna. You came so nicely for us,” his finger slowly masturbating her again. “So wet, so much cum.” Joanna had no strength to look away, her humiliation veiled in fatigue.

“I think we need to clean Joanna up so we can continue with the examination.” Two doctors picked her up and carried her over to the other table, Joanna was too exhausted to care, slumping down as they placed her in the center, spreading her body out. “On her stomach first,” Dr. Michael ordered and they turned her over.

It was uncomfortable, her body spread on the cold table, the high rubber ridge in the center arching her ass up over a foot from the rest of her body. She felt hands pull her arms straight out to the corner, barely resisting as leather cuffs passed around her wrists, binding her arms to the far corners of the table. She yanked on the cuffs with what little strength she still had and found herself unable to move, fear creeping into her barely conscious state. She felt hands on her ankles, spreading her legs wide on each side, the dried cum between her pussy lips pulling apart painfully, her ass cheeks spreading open again. “What are you doing, please?” She whimpered, a pitiful look on her face, pleading with them, receiving only smiles for her answer as she was spread and bound on the table.

“Calm down, Joanna, we need to clean you up for the rest of the exam.” Dr. Michael finally chose to respond. “It is necessary for you to be secured,” his hands lightly stroking her face. “We won’t hurt you anymore than you want.” He knew these last words would barely register in her dazed condition. His hands slid down her back, her head turning towards him as he softly caressed her skin, moving to her ass cheeks.

Joanna looked over her shoulders at her upraised ass, her legs spread wide, the doctors viewing her from behind. She shouldn’t be embarrassed after all of them witnessed her orgasms, but the bondage, the spread of her body and the unknown made it humiliating to be in such a position. She tugged on her arms and legs as some of her strength began to return, but the leather straps held fast. “Why are you doing this to me?” she cried.

Dr. Michael moved over towards her, his hand reaching out to her, touching her lightly. “It’s OK Joanna, we just need to get you clean inside and out.”

“Inside? What are you going to do?” she shrieked in panic. Dr. James moved toward her, a large red enema bag in his hand. She looked at the tube, the black nozzle looked so huge. She had never had an enema before but she had heard stories about them and knew it was something she never wanted to experience.

“We are going to put a speculum in your rectum to see if there are any
polyps, so we must clear it out first. Just relax. It is relative
ly painless. You will feel a little bloating and towards the end you will experience some cramping, nothing that you can’t handle. It’s standard procedure for internal examinations. The table has drains and with the shower, we will be able to clean you off relatively easy.” Dr. Michael put on a pair of sterile gloves, snapping the material loudly in the quiet room.

Joanna put her head down onto the rubber pillow, turning away from them, not wanting to see what they were going to do, resigned to the fact. But, she could still hear Dr. Michael’s lecture.

“The upraised position of Joanna allows easy access to her anus,” Dr. Michael told the others. “The straps are necessary to make sure the patient is kept in position and does not do damage to her anal tract by any sudden movements while the nozzle is inside her. This is a large enema bag but I only want Joanna to go through it once. Normally I would do two-to-three small enemas starting with a hot, then warm and finally a one cold. That is the most efficient method of flushing out the anal tract. In Joanna’s case, we will use a hot, soapy enema. It will work faster, though the soap has a tendency to cramp more, it does eliminate the need for multiple enemas.”

Joanna jerked when she felt Dr. Michael’s hand touching her anus again. This time his finger was cold and rubbery massaging the tiny rosebud, lubricating it for bigger things. “MMMGG,” she moaned, as her anus was once again forced open by his finger, the digit moving deeper than before, in and out, lubricating her anal tract for the nozzle.

“See how her anus is distended by my finger, having to stretch around it. The anus is very flexible and can expand to take quite large things without tearing, as long as care is used during insertion. While it does tend to burn when stretched, anal intercourse can be a very pleasurable experience for the female. Many tiny nerve endings in the anus are stimulated when the female is sodomized. A penis inserted inside the anal tract gives a sense of fullness to the female. If the vagina is similarly filled at the same time it can result in an anal orgasm for the female.”

“Are you doing all right, Joanna?” He pulled his finger from her anus, all of them watching as the tiny hole closed. “The anus will shrink back down to almost its original size. Even after anal intercourse, the anus will shrink back to its previous size and shape in less than a week, unlike the vagina, which rarely returns to its initial size. Many men find this very desirable and this is the reason why men enjoy sodomizing women so much. It is like having a virgin over and over,” he laughed.

Dr. Michael took the nozzle and coated it with lubricant up and down the shaft as if it were a cock. She raised her head then put it down again, he wasn’t even paying attention to her, he was only interested in her tiny anus. She felt the hard plastic nozzle push against her greased opening. She gritted her teeth, bearing down, trying to stop the hard nozzle from entering her.

“You will notice that Joanna is trying to stop the insertion of the nozzle by bearing down with her sphincter muscles. Her anal tract is sufficiently lubricated as is the hard nozzle and her efforts will be in vain. See, there goes the nozzle,” the others watched as Dr. Michael pushed harder, the black plastic nozzle sliding over four inches into her, passing through her rectum before entering her colon. He patted Joanna’s ass, “there now, that’s not so bad, Joanna.”

She gasped as her asshole was suddenly and swiftly filled with the hard plastic, unyielding as it ran along her lubricated back passage. She felt Dr. Michael pull the nozzle about two inches out, before pushing it back in again, this time it going deeper. She could not even raise her hips or spread her legs wider, to relieve the uncomfortable feeling deep inside her, the straps preventing all movement.

“Take a deep breath, Joanna. You will feel the water rushing into you rapidly. It will be hot and will cause you to sweat. You will feel a little pain when it begins to move into your colon and then fill you and begin to give you a little cramping. You will experience a bloated feeling. You must hold the water in.”

She had never felt anything like this before. The strange feeling as her insides began to fill caused her to buck on the table, trying to escape, the straps holding her tightly spread before them. “Stop!” she screamed. A sharp pain, the water now rushing deep inside her. She looked back, the giant red bag only half-empty, a light sweat already covering her body. God, her stomach felt like she ate too much at Thanksgiving, her abdomen began to swell. She wanted to close her legs, the straps holding her tightly. “No more,” she begged in futility.

Dr. Michael squeezed the bag, sending a torrent of water rushing into her bowels. She looked back again, her face clearly showing her anguish as she was unmercifully filled. “Good girl, Joanna, almost finished.” He gave the bag another quick squeeze, shooting the last flood of water deep into her colon.

“I’m going to pull the nozzle from your anal tract, Johanna, and replace it with my finger. You’re going to have to hold the water for a while so it can penetrate the walls and cleanse them before you release it. I want you to squeeze very tight and don’t let it escape. It’s important that you hold it or we will have to do it again. You don’t want that, do you, Johanna?”

“Please, at least release the straps so I can go to the bathroom when you let me. I don’t think I will be able to wait.”

“That’s not necessary Joanna. You will release it here. The table has a drain built into bottom and I have a very fine, warm spray that I will use to rinse you off. Don’t worry, just release it when I tell you.”

“God, no! You’re not going to watch while I let it out. NO!”

She looked back as Dr. Michael lubricated his gloved fingers, knowing that she would soon be penetrated again. She felt the nozzle sliding out of her anus, and she gripped it tightly with her sphincter, not wanting to release the fluids gurgling deep inside her. She tightened even more as she felt it leave but was instantly penetrated by two, slick fat fingers. Her anus spread wide around the digits moving inside her. She firmly bore down on them.

“As I’ve mentioned, Joanna has a very strong sphincter muscle.” He moved his fingers inside her, feeling her clench and unclench on them as he did. “Her partner will have a very desirable experience when she decides to have anal sex. You’re doing great Johanna,” She jumped and he knew the cramps were starting. “I know, the cramps hurt but you must hold it a little longer. Doctors, would you see what you can do to help take Joanna’s mind off of the cramps?”

“No!” Joanna demanded, but it did no good. She felt a hand slide underneath her along her pussy lips before reaching her clit, grabbing it with two large fingers and rubbing back and forth. Another hand pushed under her breasts, tightening on the firm flesh, fingers moving over her nipples, bringing them back to hardness again. Oh, please no, not again.

“Can you cum for us again, Joanna? If you cum, I will release my fingers and let you drain the liquid filling your bowels.” He was amused as she began to hump the finger rubbing her pussy almost before he finished his statement, knowing that she would do anything to stop the cramps. “Yes, that’s good, let their fingers find the places you love them to touch.”

The masturbating quickly aroused her again, the fingers in her asshole massaging her anal tract, her sphincter gripping tightly as her body was rocked with cramps. She had to cum, had to stop the cramps.

“It looks like Johanna is ready, doctors. Come on, Johanna, let your juices flow again, cum for us.” Her hips bounced up and down on Dr. James’ two fingers inside her pussy, pushing them in and out, he
r clit slamming against the other fingers hard, sending flashes of pain and pleasure
to her brain.

“Yesss!” she cried th