Raising his eyebrow, Caine glanced at his brother. The challenge was on! "Is that so? I've recently met with your husbands, and they have assured me that they were not only capable of meeting your needs, but were concerned that you would tire too quickly before they felt they were finished. In addition, neither had any restrictions regarding my examination or treatment plan."
"I beg to differ with you, Doctor. The younger of my two husbands regularly complains of his exhaustion and is unable to perform regularly because of it. I thought at first that it was because of his lack of endowment." She stared back boldly into his face.
"Oooh, snap!" Layton laughed, momentarily out of character. He straightened his face and resumed. "Dr. Caine, if I might make a suggestion? Why don't you examine the young lady and then, once you've evaluated her physical condition, we can meet with her husbands for further analysis."
"Excellent idea, Nurse Layton," Caine said, barely managing to keep a straight face as his brother growled under his breath. "Would you please take her to the examination room? I will be there in a moment."
The grouchy expression on May's face acknowledged that she had lost the challenge, and she yanked away from Layton's hold on her arm as he led her upstairs. Caine prepared a hot water bottle and a towel, and then started up after them. He knocked on the 'nursery' door and let himself in.
"Why is the patient still dressed?"
"She refused to disrobe. I wasn't certain how you wanted to handle her."
"Mrs. Marshall," Caine said formally. "From now on, you will do as you are told without hesitation. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Am I clear?"
"I am not a child," she protested.
"You are certainly behaving like one. Take off your robe, please."
"But I'll be naked!" She clutched the robe tightly around her body, ignoring the fact that her legs were spread as she sat on the edge of the small bed.
"I can't examine you with your clothes on. Remove that robe."
Layton handed Caine a lab coat and grinned as he slipped it on and then crossed his arms. "Would you like me to help her, doctor?"
"Please."
Layton wrapped the length of May's long ponytail around his fist and used it to pull her to her feet. With his free hand, he tugged the robe from her body and kept her standing.
"You're pulling my hair!" she whined, holding his fist with both hands.
"Bend her across your knee, if you please. This young woman needs to learn a few things about the health care system," Caine announced, pushing up his sleeves.
"I demand that you release me, you sleazy… sleazy… Fuck, I can't think of a word," she announced with a giggle as she broke character.
Layton placed his left foot on the bed rail, raised his knee in the air, and then drew the laughing girl over it. "Mrs. Marshall seems to think that her health is a joke. What are you going to do about it?"
"Hold her in place. To start with, let's check her capillary refill. Count how many seconds it takes for her bottom to go from white to red."
"No!" May screeched, twisting her head to watch Caine pull back his arm. "Yeow! That fucking hurt!"
"One… two… three…" Layton said.
"Three seconds? Let's try this side. This time, I'm going to test the area three times in succession."
"Put me down!" The smacks landed in a series of resounding splats against the unblemished mound, and May kicked her feet into the air, still held fast over Layton's raised thigh.
"Interesting, the blanching is momentary on this side, and then resolves to a bright pink. May I try?" Layton asked eagerly.
"This isn't funny, you guys. Come on, it's time to let go," May said in a serious voice. "You're pushing against my bladder! I need to pee."
"Hold it for your exam. Layton, please demonstrate the process to me."
"God damn… OW! Stop it! Owww!" May kicked and squirmed, slapping at Layton's hip and wiggling furiously to escape.
"She's very strong and almost got loose a couple of times," Layton proclaimed, his arm rising and falling in long, powerful sweeps.
"We'll restrain her for most of the examination. I think that's enough for now, thank you. Help her lie back on the bed."
May sniffed loudly as Layton obeyed, and then her eyes widened as Caine pulled out a set of metal stirrups from under the frame. "Hold your legs open and place your feet right here. Wider, Mrs. Marshall. Now scoot all the way to the end of the bed until your bottom is on the edge. More, please." The blush that rose to May's face was clear as day, and Caine felt his cock twitch unexpectedly.
"Very nice. Let your knees fall to the sides. More…" he ordered, placing his warm hands on the insides of both her thighs. When satisfied that she was spread before him to her maximum capacity, he slid a pair of surgical gloves onto his hands, snapping them loudly as he adjusted them.
"Layton, some light please," he said.
The heat of the long-necked examination lamp warmed her skin as Caine gazed between her legs. Using a single finger, he parted the wet, pink lips of her pussy and then gently pulled at her vulva. "We need to shave this area. It's interfering with my vision. Would you care to do so?"
"I'd love to," Layton proclaimed, his voice heavy with lust. "Should I use a safety razor or a straight edge?"
"The straight edge. You get a closer shave."
"No! Seriously, you guys, no!" May's eyes were filled with fear.
Caine leaned over her and placed his hand on her forehead. "You know we aren't going to harm you. Relax."
"No straight razors. Please!" She trembled. "Please! I'm serious!"
"Okay, baby, calm down. We didn't know that this was a trigger. We'll use a safety razor, okay?"
"Okay," she whispered.
He stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Are you all right? Can you go on?"
"Do I have to?"
"If you aren't experiencing an ongoing trigger or feel threatened, yes."
"I need a hug."
Caine smiled, encircled her in his arms and kissed her warmly. "You sure you're okay? Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"It just brought back something stupid and I freaked."
"From when you used to cut? We know about that, baby. I didn't realize the straight razor would trigger such a response. I'm sorry."
"I'm okay now. Thanks," she said, offering him a bright smile.
Caine straightened up, cleared his throat, and resumed his character role. "I apologize for the delay, Layton. Please, continue with your task."
May's sniffling continued as Layton gently cleansed her with warm, soapy water and then lathered her pussy and bottom with shaving cream. He urged her to breathe as the razor scraped softly over her skin until the pink flesh was baby smooth and tingling with desire. When he had finished, he cleaned her off with a hot towel and then patted her dry.
"She's all yours, doctor," he announced, dusting her bottom with edible honey powder.
"Thank you," Caine said, resuming his position between her wildly splayed legs. Sliding his finger over the tender flesh, he gently parted the naked lips of her bare pussy to gaze inside. "Damn, she's beautiful. Look how pink and wet she is. Put on a pair of gloves and hold her open so I can see clearly."
May's legs started to shake when Layton's fingers pressed against her labia and gently spread her before Caine's eyes. Slowly, two gloved fingers were inserted into her slick canal.
"My, my, the patient is certainly well-lubricated. So far, everything seems to be quite healthy. Squeeze, Mrs. Marshall. Try to hold my fingers in with your muscles."
"I can feel her quivering," Layton announced, leaning closer to watch.
"She's spasming. Watch what happens as I touch her." Caine swept her juices to her clit and started to stimulate it. "See the little contractions of her opening sucking at my fingers? I will be able to feel them through her uterus." He used his free hand to press carefully around her abdomen, not missing the tiny moan of protest that he had stopped sti
mulating her.
"Everything feels normal. Let me take a look inside." He withdrew his fingers from her hot, wet hole and reached for a plastic, large-billed speculum.
"I hate those," May whimpered.
"I'll be gentle," Caine reassured her, stretching the edges of her slit and then easing the folds around the paddles of the device. "It's going inside, nice and slow… it's in. Was that horrible?"
"No," she admitted. "I just feel so exposed."
"That's because you are. I'm going to slowly open the speculum. Tell me if it starts to hurt."
"There! Ow!" She jumped.
"Easy now. I'm pushing it in a little further. Better?"
With tears in her eyes, May nodded. "Please don't hurt me, Caine."
"I would never hurt you anywhere down here. Not only is it a special place for me to play, but I don't ever want you to be afraid of me touching you intimately. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Of course. Just be you right now, 'kay?"
"All right, no more role playing. Close your eyes and enjoy this. It feels good to be opened so wide, doesn't it?" Caine asked. May bit her lip and slowly nodded before he continued. "Layton? Stimulate her breasts and don't let her touch you. This is all about her right now."
"Me?" she asked.
"Yes, you. I love to watch your body respond to my touch. The way your muscles quiver when I run the tips of my fingers over your skin excites me," he cooed, brushing the soft creases around the perimeter of her spread pussy and then bringing his fingers together at her winking anus. "Then there is this lovely little thing. It's so tiny and delicate, and yet can take so much stretching. Let's see how much."
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously, groaning as Layton's mouth encompassed her left nipple and gently sucked it to a rigid point.
"This is an anal speculum," Caine said, holding up a metal device that had a handle similar to that of pliers, and three long, smooth, horizontal prongs at the top. He squeezed the handle together and the prongs opened wide. "Ordinarily, I would insist on giving you an enema for this type of exam…"
"No!" she shrieked, shaking her head.
"Hush. He'll do whatever he wants to," Layton scolded gently, his mouth still filled with her breast.
"As I was saying, ordinarily I would administer an enema if I was conducting a real exam, but for this, we can just focus on the sensation. I'm going to use a condom over the prongs to prevent them from pinching you."
"This is so humiliating," May groaned as Layton released her breasts and moved his head between her legs so that he could watch.
"It's not much different than what you feel when we do ass play and plug you." A finger rubbed around her perineum and then moved to the tiny circle of muscles. Gently, it dipped into her, pulled out, and then delved deeper. "I just want to loosen you up as much as I can so that we can spread you as wide as possible. What's wrong?"
"You're looking down there!" Her face flushed red with embarrassment.
"I certainly am. Layton? Come here next to me so you can see everything."
May groaned again as the man hurriedly left her side and edged himself in beside his brother. He rested his head against her widely spread thigh and kissed the tender flesh. "She is remarkably beautiful. I've never paid attention to how her pussy goes from a pale pink to a dark rose."
"She sure is. Our darling wife is blushing quite prettily for us. I think she's a little shy, too, which is very endearing." Caine chuckled, slipping the circular sheath of latex over the joined tips of the closed prongs. He smoothed a generous amount of lube upon it and then returned to her exposed bottom hole, edging his finger in and out to prepare her for the intruder. "With the vaginal speculum in place, this should provide a very unique sensation. I'm sliding it in now. It doesn't feel much different than my finger, does it? Just a little cold."
May shook her head and looked away.
"Does that thing lock in place like the other one does?" Layton asked, adding his finger to the one Caine was still using to probe around the outside of her anus.
"The screws will keep it spread as far as we want it. I'm going to squeeze the handle. Tell me if anything starts to hurt."
"Go slow," May whimpered.
"I will." Caine watched in fascination as her sphincter slowly opened, taking his time to reach the maximum spread of approximately two and a half inches. Bolting the speculum in place, he sat back and admired his work. "How does that feel?"
"Weird. It's so different than when you are both doing me at once. It's more… intimate."
"That's because it's completely opened wide and vulnerable. What'cha think, Layton?"
"Wow. I just want to shove my cock right into both those gorgeous receptacles."
"Now, now, this is about May's pleasure, not ours. How is this feeling, my love?"
"I want to climb under a rock and die," she groaned. "Please stop staring at me down there."
"Not until I'm done. Relax," he ordered, bathing her clit with an iodine solution. "I've always wanted to try this with you, but haven't had the chance yet. Since you're somewhat immobile right now, it's the perfect opportunity."
"Is that what I think it is?" Layton asked, his voice showing a tremor of excitement.
"It's a sounding kit. We use these to dilate the urethra in cases of severe spasming post-surgery. In medical play, however, it's said to be quite enjoyable."
"You aren't putting those things in me!"
"Didn't I tell you to hush up? Caine will do anything he wants to," Layton said, lightly pinching the inside of her thigh.
"It won't hurt, I promise. I'm also making sure that this is as sterile a procedure as possible. We don't want to introduce anything into your system." Caine methodically bathed the area with the cleanser and then laid a paper towel on the bed. The kit was placed on top of it and then carefully opened to reveal several long, smooth metal tubes and a tuning fork. He changed his gloves and chose the narrowest tube from the selection.
"It's a bit cold, otherwise you might hardly even feel this," he murmured, spreading the lower portion of her clit open to reveal the tiny hole that lay hidden just above her slit. Placing the smooth, rounded tip to it, he inserted it gently and allowed it to naturally move inside. "Relax."
"It makes me want to pee."
"It's hitting the nerves that signal urgency. Squeeze your muscles and try to hold it."
"I can't with everything else in me," she whimpered.
"We have to be careful when we perform sounding on a woman," Caine explained, gently moving the tube up and down. "The urethra is very short compared to a man's, and can easily be injured. Don't ever force it."
Layton shuddered. "I don't want anyone sticking anything into my junk, thank you!"
"Me, neither," May grumbled. "Take it out."
"I'm not hurting you. This is the fun part. Using a tuning fork, ping it against a hard surface, like these stirrups, and then gently touch the sounding rod, like so…"
"Holy fuck!" May squeaked, her eyes wide.
Caine lifted the fork away and grinned. "You liked that, didn't you? Let's try a different pitch. Something a little deeper, perhaps?"
May groaned as he touched the lower resonance fork to the tube. "Her thighs are shaking," Layton observed.
"Can you carefully play with her clit while I do this? It will take some maneuvering, but will give her the full experience."
"I'll be damned!" Layton called out when, after barely touching the swollen little nub, May climaxed with so much force that she squirted her juices over both of them. Caine gently removed the sounding rod, released the latch of the vaginal speculum and slid it out, and then, finally, slowly closed the anal prongs. The latter escaped her body with a pop and Caine almost missed catching it before it flew to the floor. "Those are some muscles, huh?"
"They sure are. How are you doing?" Caine asked the panting woman.
"I think I took a rocket ship straight to heaven. Wow…"
"Are
you satisfied now, Mrs. Marshall?" Caine asked with a grin as he snapped off his gloves and scooted closer between her knees.
"I don't think I'll have enough strength for another orgasm for a week. That was remarkable. Please inform my husbands that their services will no longer be necessary."
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that," Layton announced, latching his mouth onto her breasts again while Caine stood to unzip his trousers. She groaned as he penetrated her stretched pussy, her feet still held firm in the stirrups, and began to pump vigorously back and forth.
"Oh, dear G—" she screamed out again as her body rolled into another climax.
"Are you sure you won't be needing their services, Mrs. Marshall?" Layton asked, as she shuddered under his touch with post-climactic spasms.
"I change my mind…" she purred, her eyes closing before she drifted into a satiated sleep.
"She passed out on us," Layton exclaimed.
Carefully removing her feet from the stirrups, Caine chuckled. "I guess we found a way to keep her quiet for a while. Take her to the big bed and stay with her. I don't want her waking up alone. And Layton? If you plan on poking her while she's like this, try not to wake her up."
"Would I do something like that?"
"The leer on your face suggests that you would," Caine pointed out. "We also both know how much she loves being taken advantage of while sleeping, so have fun. I'm willing to make a wager that we won't hear any complaints about her needs for a few days."
With May in his arms, Layton raised an eyebrow. "Then you aren't married to the same woman I am. I'll give her until tomorrow evening, and then she'll be making demands again."
"I hope so!"
Chapter 13
"I'm bored," Savannah grumbled, banging her head back against the pillow. "Can't we do something?"
"Do you have anything in mind?" Ian asked, offering her a crooked smile.
"I have several things in mind, but Dr. Meanie Butthead says I can't do anything until the stupid surgeon clears me," she growled. "Does that man have any idea what he's started?"
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