by Powerone
"Stand up Joanna and move over to the exam table.” Dr. Michaels 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 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. Michaels'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. Michaels'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 couldn't 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 your 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. Michaels 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 naked 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. Michaels 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 wouldn't 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. Michaels 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 didn't know what to do. She was naked; four doctors crouched around her exposed body, sure that they wouldn't 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 her 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. Michaels slid his fingers 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. Michaels 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. Michaels'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. Michaels 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. Michaels 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. Michaels?” 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. Michaels 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. Michaels'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. Michaels 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 wouldn't get any useful data from the exam, you must pay for it.” While Joanna now returned to all fours as she listened, Dr. Michaels 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. Michaels'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; 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. Stevens, 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. Stevens 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. Michaels, I think she likes a little pain. Is she wetter?"
Dr. Michaels 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. Williams, would you take over masturbating Joanna?"
Joanna felt the comfortable hands of Dr. Michaels leave her wet sex, replaced by the strange, somewhat awkward hands of Dr. Williams. He didn't 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 pushing her lips aside until he exposed her vagina.
Dr. Williams 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, Joanna, you like this I see. Rock back on the fingers.” Dr. Michaels moved behind her again, watching Dr. Williams 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 Dr. Michaels 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 swung freely back and forth beneath her as fingers tightened, 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. Michaels 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. Michaels didn't 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. Jameson stood in front of her, busily snapping picture after picture as she had her orgasm, her naked body fully exposed, shuddering before the camera's impersonal lens. She humped back and forth, her ass rising 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. Michaels 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. Michaels'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. Jameson 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 body. Dr. Michaels 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. Michaels 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.