“I can’t control that! I don’t have a choice!” she said.
“That’s right,” said the second one. “You don’t.”
She wept as the two men, almost exactly in unison began pulling their fists over their cocks, rubbing the heads all over her tits held upright by the pulled-down cups of her bra. Her nipples were tingling with pleasure as the hot cocks teased and caressed them, and the tingling was travelling down between her legs, and she felt another surge of humiliation as she remembered her piss-stained panties …
Their breathing picked up and she felt the two men begin to shake.
“Oh, god, please, please,” said Tara, and cried out as the first one spilled hot cum all over her nipple and pale white breast. Like the urine she’d spilled on herself earlier, it felt scalding hot.
The other man began to groan, pushing his cock harder against her tit, and he too ejaculated, an explosion of viscous slimy heat against her hard nipple and over her breast as the ropes of semen shot out.
She cried out again and began crying harder, her back arched against the restraints, as she felt the cum cooling and drying on her tits.
The men stepped back and zipped themselves up.
They moved the gurney and began wheeling her out of the room and down the hallway, through another door, and down another hallway.
Christopher’s voice came over the intercom. “Very good, Tara. You’re doing just fine.”
She wept silently and said nothing.
They wheeled her into a room with a bright light overhead; she turned her head and saw trays of instruments next to a gynecological table.
There was another man in the room, wearing a green surgical gown and a doctor’s mask and latex gloves. A woman stood beside him, wearing a short white dress with a zipper on the front. She had a lot of platinum-blonde hair spilling from beneath her small white hat, but her face was also hidden by a mask – except for her big heavily made-up blue eyes -- and she also wore gloves.
“Get her out of those filthy clothes,” commanded the doctor. If he was a doctor.
The two men who had brought her in removed small devices she had never seen before – sort of blades with little wheels and guards on them – and carefully sliced off her blouse and skirt, pulling them away. The cold metal on her skin made her cry out again and the helpless vulnerability of being on the gurney in bra and panties made her weep even more.
“Bra and panties, also,” said the doctor.
The first man inserted the device between the cups of her bra and sliced it open; he pulled the remains off her, her breasts so firm and tight, covered with goosebumps and nipples fully at attention, that they didn’t even jiggle as he did so. She was aware of the crusty drying cum stains on both of her stiff nipples … and the urine-soaked panties she still wore.
The second one inserted the device against her hip and cut the urine-stained white cotton panties off her, pulling them out from under her and sealing them inside a plastic bag.
She writhed on the gurney as the doctor approached her.
“How do you feel, Tara?” asked the doctor.
Tara just whimpered.
“I need you to answer me when I ask you questions, Tara.”
Tara sniffled. “I feel cold and … scared. Helpless. My heart is beating so fast.”
“And does this helplessness and humiliation turn you on, you little whore?” asked the doctor calmly.
Tara closed her eyes and turned her head away. “A little,” she whispered.
“Nurse, wipe her down,” said the doctor.
The nurse moved forward with a wash rag, which she dipped in a bowl nearby. Tara tensed but then relaxed as the warm rag touched her. The warm rag felt very good in the cold room as the nurse first slowly cleaned Tara’s thighs, and then rubbed the dried cum off her breasts.
“There there, sweetheart. Just relax.” The nurse spoke with a husky cigarette-smoke voice. “Did those bad old men cum on your titties after you pissed yourself? Huh?”
“Yes,” said Tara softly, turning her head away.
“Just relax and I’ll get you cleaned up.”
The warm rag felt good on her stiff nipples and tender inner thighs; when the wash rag moved between her legs, Tara moaned and jerked against her bonds.
The nurse and the doctor chuckled.
“Patient is responsive,” said the nurse. “Nipples pink and hard, as you can see. Full sensation in breasts and pussy as well, it seems.”
“Put her on the gynecological table, gentlemen,” said the doctor.
The two paramedics unstrapped her and then lifted her – she didn’t resist although she let out a sob as they lifted her – and moved her onto the leather gynecological table, the stiff white paper on its surface crackling and rustling beneath her.
They spread her legs roughly, making her gasp, and strapped them into the stirrups. Her hands were bound over her head this time, in similar Velcro nylon cuffs. Her plump breasts and hard nipples pointed at the ceiling.
The room was silently except for Tara’s whimpering as they all looked at her trembling on the table, her body glowing under the bright light
The doctor took out his stethoscope and pressed the cold end of it to one of Tara’s nipples. She cried out. The doctor nodded, and then moved it to the other nipple, teasing the hard puckered pink flesh with it; this time Tara just whimpered as her tits began to ache from the cold.
The doctor moved the stethoscope to the proper place to listen to Tara’s heart. “Your heart is beating like a rabbit, little whore,” said the doctor.
Tara didn’t answer.
“Let’s talk about your sexual history. You’re not a virgin, are you, little whore?”
Tara hesitated, then shook her head. “I’m not, no.”
“When did it first happen?”
“Last year.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It was … over quickly.”
“No orgasm?”
“No.”
“With a boy you already knew, or a stranger?”
“I … knew him already. We weren’t friends, but I knew him. Just at a party, he wanted to do it and … I thought I should get it over with.”
“How often do you masturbate?”
“I … never have. My … parents constantly warned me that I’d be in big trouble if they caught me doing that.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
“I … no. I don’t think so. Not that I’m aware of.”
The doctor shook his head. “A shame. Have you sucked cock before?”
Tara actually felt herself blushing, her face burning, as she said, “Yes.”
“Quite a lot of cock?”
Tara nodded her head, a tear trickling down her cheek. More than she wanted to think about.
“And anal sex? Have you ever had anal sex?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Nobody has put their finger there?”
“Well …”
“Tell me, Tara.”
“Someone gave me … I believe it’s known as the shocker … two fingers in my … vagina and the little finger in my … ass.”
“And even that didn’t give you an orgasm,” asked the doctor, sounding amused.
“No, I don’t think so. I … maybe I was close, that time, but … no.”
“How many sexual partners have you had? Including fingers and oral sex and so forth.”
“Six.”
“Have you ever had sexual relations with a woman?”
Tara hesitated, then shook her head.
“You hesitated, little whore, in a way that makes me think you’re lying,” said the doctor.
Tara frowned. “I kissed a girl at summer camp when I was 15.”
“With tongues?”
“Yes.”
“Did she touch you? Touch your breasts?”
“Umm, well. Yes. Over the shirt.”
“I bet you loved that, you little slut,” said the doctor calmly.
“I was very turned on,” said Tara. “But I stopped it.”
The doctor nodded. “Too bad for you. Let’s test the sensitivity of the patient’s nipples, nurse. Please suck them now,” said the doctor, stepping back as the nurse stepped forward again.
The nurse pulled down her mask, revealing garishly red lipstick on smooth plump lips.
“No!” said Tara. “Please no!”
“Are you ready to stop, Tara?” asked the doctor. “All you have to do is say mercy. Are you going to say it?”
Tara blinked back tears, and shook her head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” said Tara, more firmly. “I’m sure. I don’t want to stop.”
“All right, then. Nurse, suck her nipples.”
Tara turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut.
The nurse watched, smiling, and then bent down and began sucking one of Tara’s hard nipples.
Tara let out a gasp of pleasure, and her breathing picked up, taking on a distinct growl. The nurse’s mouth was hotter and wetter than Tara had expected.
Tara raised her head, looking into the nurse’s big blue eyes as the hot tongue danced over her nipple.
“Oh you like to watch me suck your tits,” said the nurse, sweetly, and then moved to the other breast, her tongue swirling around the nipple and then flicking it, making Tara moan and gasp in pleasure.
The nurse raised her head. “Nipple sensitivity seems to be excellent, doctor.” Both of Tara’s nipples were smeared with bright red lipstick now.
“Good,” said the doctor. He raised two fingers. “Nurse. The lubricant, please.”
The nurse took a tube and squeezed some clear lubricant onto the doctor’s latex-sheathed fingers, and then began rubbing the lubricant thoroughly over them.
“Nurse, please examine the patient’s pussy visually.”
The nurse got between Tara’s legs and looked at her small tight pussy slit. “She doesn’t seem to be opened up yet, doctor, but I do see some traces of moisture. A bit of pubic hair, in the fashion known as the Brazil.”
“Go ahead and shave her now, nurse,” said the doctor.
Tara bit her lip worriedly as the nurse applied a bit of shaving cream and rubbed it into the thin strip of pubic hair.
Tara let out a shocked gasp when she saw the straight razor that the nurse was going to use. It gleamed wickedly from the bright lights overhead.
“Relax, sweetheart,” said the nurse. “I’m an expert.”
Tara held her breath as the razor began to scrape away the hair above her pussy, a maddening itchy tingle on her skin.
“There, there, sweetheart … just don’t move, and everything will be fine,” said the nurse.
“I can’t stop … trembling.”
The nurse smiled and kissed Tara on the cheek. “I know, and it turns me on so much. Almost finished though …”
Finally the last bit of hair and shaving cream was scraped away.
The doctor took a look at it and then nodded his head. “Kiss her on her inner thigh, nurse.”
The nurse giggled and began putting warm butterfly kisses on Tara’s inner thigh, a few inches from her crotch. Tara inhaled sharply and made a mewling noise.
“Does it feel good, little whore?” asked the nurse.
Tara hesitated, then nodded her head. “Yes, it does,” she said in a small voice.
“Nurse, you can kiss the patients pussy now.” The doctor spoke in a calm, detached voice.
Tara gasped as she felt a hot mouth and tongue slide over her labia; the tongue swirled around her pussy lips until Tara’s hips were bucking, and then found her clit, expertly, making Tara cry out with pleasure.
“Enough, nurse,” said the doctor, and the hot mouth disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.
“Oh, her pussy is dilated now, doctor,” said the nurse. “Wide open.”
“Of course it is. I’m going to stick my fingers in your cunt now, little whore. All right?”
Tara turned her head to the side and moaned, closing her eyes tight.
“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t hear you,” said the doctor a bit more sharply. “Do I have your consent to stick my fingers in your cunt?”
“Yes,” whimpered Tara.
“Yes what?”
“You can put your fingers inside of me,” gasped Tara.
He touched the cold stethoscope to her nipple again, making her jump. “Say cunt. Say that I have permission to put my fingers into your cunt.”
“You can put your fingers in my cunt!” blurted Tara.
Before she had even finished speaking, she felt the slick lubricated latex slide inside of her, probing gently past her labia but then sliding easily all the way in.
Tara whimpered, holding her breath.
“Feel good? You like my finger in your cunt?” asked the doctor.
Tara nodded, letting out her breath, and moaned, “Mmm-hmmm,” her hips beginning to move in time to the doctor’s gentle thrusts.
“I think she’s ready for a second finger, doctor,” said the nurse.
“Is that right, Tara? Are you ready for two fingers?”
Her hips squirming, her breath coming quickly, Tara panted, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want two fingers.”
“Want them where?”
“In my pussy.”
“You mean your cunt?”
“Yes,” panted Tara, “Put two fingers into my cunt.”
Tara whipped her head from side to side, moaning and arching her back as the doctor inserted two fingers all the way into her.
“You can suck her nipples some more, nurse,” said the doctor, and the nurse eagerly lowered her head and flickered her hot tongue over Tara’s tits.
Tara could hardly breathe now, and her body was vibrating, becoming so hot, the heat in her belly building from the doctor’s skilled thrusts and the tingling current from her nipples traveling straight towards the center of her pleasure. “Please please please,” said Tara. “Oh, god, please, what are you doing to me?”
“Shhhh,” said the doctor, thrusting his fingers in harder, making moist noises. “Everything is fine. Everything is all right. Everything feels just right there. I mean, here you thought we were going to hurt you. All we want to do is make you feel good, right?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” said Tara, licking her lips.
“It’s pretty much the opposite of torture, isn’t it? We’re making you feel good … although it’s still all a bit out of your control …” His fingers curled inside her and Tara cried out in pleasure, now panting uncontrollably.
“I’ve located the g-spot, nurse,” said the doctor dispassionately. “Get me the dildo.”
Tara raised her head and looked at the tray of instruments next to the gyno table; there were a variety of dildos on there, in different sizes, shapes, and materials.
“What size, doctor?” asked the nurse.
“Eight inches should do it,” said the doctor. “What do you think, Tara? Eight inches, or would you like more?”
Tara whimpered. That was big, but her pussy was sopping wet and throbbing. “That’s good,” she whispered.
The doctor raised the dildo; a smooth beige one with lifelike molded head. “I don’t think there’s any need for lubricant, do you nurse?”
“No, doctor. The bitch is soaking wet.”
Tara gasped as she felt the head of the dildo rubbing over her wet pussy lips, pressing firmly against them, teasing, rubbing up and down, once brushing against her clit and making her hips buck.
“Ready, Tara?” asked the nurse, bending down to speak in Tara’s ear. “Ready for that cock?”
“Yes,” whimpered Tara.
“I didn’t hear you,” said the doctor.
“I’m ready.”
“Ready for what? Say it, you little whore.”
“I’m ready for that big cock inside me,” said Tara, bursting into tears, hips bucking uncontrollably.
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nbsp; The big dildo began to slide slowly into her, the head passing her pussy lips and entering her, causing Tara to yell her pleasure at the ceiling, arching her back, tears streaming down her face.
The nurse began to suck Tara’s tits again, her latex-gloved hands squeezing them as she moved her mouth from nipple to nipple quickly, her tongue flickering.
“You want more? Hmmm?” asked the doctor.
“Oh god yes!” panted Tara. “Give it to me …”
“Say please,” said the doctor.
“Please give me that cock,” whimpered Tara, her body on fire, “Please put that big cock inside of me all the way OHHHHHHHH GODD!!” she screamed as the doctor thrust the dildo all the way inside of her.
He slowly pulled it out as Tara began to moan and shudder uncontrollably, and then thrust it all the way in again, making Tara cry out again.
“Oh god, I can’t stand it!” Tara cried, her body convulsing, “Fuck me faster!”
The dildo began moving in and out faster, rhythmically, and the nurse sucked Tara’s tits in time, and finally Tara’s whole body was quivering uncontrollably and a balloon of pure pleasure rose and grew inside of her and Tara knew she’d had her first orgasm.
Tara was breathless and spots were dancing in front of her eyes, but she could hear the doctor and the nurse laughing and applauding.
“Bravo!” said the doctor.
Tara’s eyes filled with fresh tears and she said nothing.
“Very good,” said the nurse, stroking Tara’s hair. “You really did well, honey.”
The doctor bent and spoke into Tara’s ear. “And now for your enema.”
Tara gasped. “But … you said I did good!”
“You did very well, Tara. And now we’ll get you clean on the inside as well, you dirty little slut.”
Tara began crying harder, shaking her head.
“What’s the matter, Tara?” asked the nurse sweetly, bending down to kiss Tara on the forehead. “Had enough? Ready to go home?”
Tara sniffed back tears and shook her head. “No. I want to stay. Give me the enema.”
The doctor wheeled a device over with a large bag and some rubber tubing hanging from it.
“Have you had an enema before, Tara?” asked the doctor.
“I … haven’t.”
“You are familiar with them, though?”
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