15 comments/ 183106 views/ 81 favorites A Thorough Exam By: lady_vallejo She sat nervously in the vacant waiting room, her hands crossed at the wrists and resting gently upon her thighs. Seated next to her, he silently thumbed through a magazine. The door opened and out stepped a tall, dark haired man wearing a crisp, white lab coat. He had the most piercing blue eyes she'd ever seen. She nervously wondered why a nurse wasn't at the door. The man in the white coat quietly called her name. Her Master placed the magazine in the empty chair beside him and turned to look at her. She swallowed hard as her emerald eyes flashed a silent plea to her Master. "You will go now, pet, and you will follow his instructions." He sternly dictated, and then he kissed her forehead. "Yes, Sir," she timidly whispered. She stood up. Her legs felt unsteady and wobbly as she began to walk toward the blue eyed Doctor. "We'll be out shortly," The Doctor casually replied to the Master. "Enjoy the girl." The Master retorted. There was almost a hit of amusement in his tone. She shuddered softly as she cast her eyes toward the floor and followed the Doctor down a long, pale blue corridor. Empty examination rooms lined the deserted hallway. She wanted to turn around and run. Nervous and scared she had no idea what to expect. The Doctor stopped at a doorway and motioned for her to enter. She followed his command and was surprised to find herself; not in an examination room, but an office. He asked her to please take a seat, then rounded a huge mahogany desk and sat down across from her. "Please don't be nervous," He began. "I've been doing this special type of work for my Dominant friends for years. First of all, I am a *real* Doctor. I arrange private examinations for a small group of Dominant friends. They make appointments for their girls, just as your Master did. I provide complete and comprehensive evaluations for the Dominants, to ensure their "very important treasures" are healthy and everything is in fine working order." He smiled reassuringly as he spoke; yet it did little to alleviate her anxiety. "I'm going to ask you some routine health questions, then we will step into an examination room and get you all checked out. Your Master has requested that you have a *thorough examination* and I will do my best to make it as unpleasant as I possibly can for you, my dear." She softly nodded as she tried to swallow, but her throat was parched and dry. Her growing anxiety began sprouting roots of full-blown fear. He asked her a litany of medical questions, to which she responded. All too soon, for her, the information was recorded and finished. The Doctor stood and walked toward her. He extended his hand and helped her from the chair. He did his best to put her at ease with small talk as she followed him back down the long corridor, but her gnawing fears coursed wickedly in her belly. She was ushered into a small examination room that held a long, paper covered, padded table with fiendish looking silver stirrups, protruding from its base. Also in the room were a small stool with rolling casters, a tall goose-necked light, a small stationary chair, a silver stainless steel sink and a wall lined with cabinets beneath a gray laminated counter top. "Please remove your clothing." He instructed, as he shut the door behind him. She looked up at him quizzically, wondering if he was going to remain in the room while she stripped her clothes off. A broad smile spread across his mouth. He stepped toward her and gently placed his palms upon her shoulders. "Dear girl, I've seen many women naked, you're not my first." He softly chuckled. "Yes, Sir," she replied as she felt her cheeks burn from her embarrassment. Her fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. She was never allowed to wear undergarments, and knew once the dress was undone; she would be standing naked before the Doctor. Sure he'd seen millions of naked women before, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was there for more than just a routine examination. The dress slithered off her shoulders and pooled in a silent, billowing heap at her feet. She knelt down and picked up her dress. As she stood back up, she tried to cover her naked body with the fabric. The Doctor smiled,plucked the dress from her fingers and hung it from a hook on the back of the door. "Please take a seat." He instructed looking at the examination table. The white paper crinkled and rustled as she eased her bare butt onto the padded table. The Doctor smiled softly to her as he stepped toward her and placed his large, warm hands upon her breasts. He gently began to palpate each breast checking for lumps, working his strong fingers closer and closer to her cranberry colored nipples. She looked down and watched her silver, nipple rings bounce gently up and down as his fingers pushed deep into her supple flesh. When his fingers reached her nipples he placed the erect tip of each one between his thumb and forefinger and began to softly rub upon the crimson buds. Her breath began to quicken as she felt the slow throbbing pool of desire begin to spread in her belly. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers and a deviant smile spread upon his lips. He hoarsely moaned out a compliment of how nice her nipples felt. She could feel the warm juices from her pussy begin to ooze from her slit and coat her swollen, outer lips. She desperately tried to ebb the sexual desire growing inside her. "I will need to see how well they respond to stimulation, girl." He announced, as he leaned over and placed his mouth upon her left nipple. He began to suck upon her tit, bathing her areola with his warm, soft tongue. She felt her pussy contract firmly as he sucked harder and deeper upon her breast. His tongue danced and flicked upon her nipple, gently tugging upon her ring, as a soft mewl escaped her throat. He raised his eyes and looked up at her as his mouth continued to assault her breast. She immediately realized, when she saw a spark of merriment dance upon his eyes, that he'd heard the soft whimper from her throat. Her faced blazed in embarrassment as she closed her eyes and tried to focus her mind on anything, other than, how his expert tongue was breeding a torrid pool of sexual delight within her. He released his mouth from her breast and she looked down at her bright red, elongated nipple glistening with his saliva. "Simply amazing!" He exclaimed. "You've got extremely long, sexy nipples when they're stimulated." He said in a praising tone, and then he bent down and administered the same sensual pleasures to her right breast. She didn't know what to say or what she was supposed to be feeling. A twinge of guilt washed over her for being so aroused by the doctors ministrations, but she couldn't curb the involuntary reactions he evoked from within her. The throb of her clit drummed in time with her aching nipples, while her juices continued to spill from her slit. She nervously wondered if she were leaving a slippery puddle upon the white paper. The jerk of her nipple ring between his teeth made her cry out in a mixture of surprise and pleasurable pain. She looked down and watched as his pearly white teeth sank ferociously down upon her nipple. Her back arched as her shoulder rolled backward, lifting her breasts toward him in offering, as a deep guttural moan escaped her throat. He released her right breast and stood back up. He gently trailed his fingers through her hair as a lusty, hungry smile spread across his lips. "I need you to come with me to another room for a few minutes. There's a part of the examination that can't be done here." He once again, extended his hand and helped her down from the table. His eyes fell to the glistening wet spot upon the white paper, where she had been sitting, and he smiled again. She looked over her shoulder and spied the remnant evidence she'd prayed wasn't there. Her stomach rolled in alarm as she lowered her head in shame. "Aww, pet. Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural for your body to respond to such stimulation. The nipples contain very sensitive nerve endings that act as a precursor to induce other parts of the body to respond in, well... most delicious ways." He explained, as he smeared his index finger through the glistening trail she'd left upon the paper, and sucked her nectar from his finger. "Oh my God," she softly whispered, as she watched him. He chuckled softly and wrapped his hand around her elbow ushering her from the small examination room. When he stepped out into the hallway, she hesitated and timidly looked to the left, then to the right feeling self-conscious in her naked state. He assured her that they were very much alone and that her Master was the only other person in the office. She relaxed a bit and stepped out into the corridor with the Doctor. They walked two doors down and he led her into another examination room, of sorts. There was an examination table just like the one she had been sitting upon in the other room, but there was also a small sink and toilet in the room. She looked over to her right and spied a tall pole with a bag and long rubber tubing attached. Her eyes flew open wide as she spun on her heel, facing the Doctor. Fear and humiliation coursed through her veins. "Yes dear, you will submit to this. Remember, I told you I was instructed to give you a thorough examination, and you were instructed to follow my direction, were you not?" He sternly stated to her. "Well, yes, I know I am... but... I never dreamed you meant something like this." She said waving her hand toward the enema bag, her words bathed in trepidation and humiliation. "Oh God," she softly whimpered. "Bend over and relax sweet girl." He chuckled as he began running water in the sink. She covered her face in her hands as she bent over the table. This was the most humiliating experience she could imagine. She had no choice but to do as she was told and swallow her pride. She listened to the Doctor behind her moving and preparing the enema bag. When the water was turned off she clenched her ass cheeks together, in one last desperate attempt, to keep her tiny puckered opening from being invaded. She wanted to cry in humiliation but only squeezed her eyes shut as she concentrated on keeping her ass cheeks tightly clenched. Without realizing it, he had moved to the other side of the examination table. He roughly seized both of her wrists, pulling them from beneath her face, and in the blink of an eye, he'd slapped a pair of silver handcuffs over her wrists, securing her to the table. She looked up at the Doctor as panic washed over her. "We need to determine just how long you can hold the contents of the bag," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "You just relax and let me know when you need me to release the cuffs, okay?" She didn't answer him, she only whimpered a pathetic whine and nodded her head yes, while keeping her ass cheeks tightly clenched together. He placed his warm hands upon her supple cheeks and began to slowly and gently massage the orbs. He leaned over her back and whispered into her ear as his hands kneaded the creamy flesh of her ass, harder. "You've got an incredible ass. I bet it's wonderful to flog and fuck." He growled as he slapped his hand upon her right butt cheek, hard. "Oh God," she lamented, as she relaxed her clenching orbs. She shivered softly as she felt his tongue slide from the small of her back to the nape above the crack of her ass. Her clit throbbed as she felt her juices spill softly over the pink folds of her sex and ooze gently down upon the tops of her thighs. "This might be a little cold. I need to properly lube your anus. I wouldn't want to damage any of that tender, delicate tissue inserting this long, hard nozzle." He forewarned, as he smeared a large glob of cold lube upon her tiny, puckered opening. He applied more and pressed with his fingertip, opening and stretching the little hole, as he generously plunged the lube deep inside her ass. "Oh how I would love to fuck your sweet ass, little one," he groaned and then drove his finger deep inside her asshole, her sensitive ring stretching wider as his knuckle bore through her opening. She couldn't even speak; she was wrestling with her emotions of humiliation coupled with pure unadulterated lust. Without realizing it, she had begun to rock her hips softly back and forth, lost in the splendor while his finger fucked her tightest hole. "I bet money you'd love it too sweet girl." He chuckled as he removed his finger and slid the cold nozzle deep inside her rectum. Before she could even cry out, she felt the warm water filling her bowels. She felt her belly begin to swell as the liquid gushed quickly into her. She squeezed her sphincter tightly around the plastic intruder. The full feeling quickly turned to a burning sensation as she clenched her teeth together, trying to accommodate the overwhelming contents he was emptying into her. "Please? Please?" she begged. "Please what girl?" He asked, a hint of jeering in his tone as he slipped his finger gently over her clit, teasing her lewdly. "Please release me, Sir?" she begged softly, worried she would cum and disgrace herself totally in front of him. "You can't hold anymore girl?" He bantered, pinching her clit between his finger and thumb. "No! Oh God please! I would die if I lost control of this, Sir." She implored. "Very well girl." He sighed, and removed the nozzle. He stepped around the table. She concentrated on keeping her tiny opening contracted while trying to ignore the cramps that were wracking her bowels. He removed the cuffs and helped her stand to an upright position then he motioned for her to sit upon the toilet directly behind her. "Aren't you going to leave me alone to do this?" She asked, praying she wouldn't have to defecate in front of him. "No girl, I'm staying." He announced with an evil glint in his eyes. "Oh Jesus," she cried out in total humiliation. Another cramp seized her colon, causing her to double over holding her bloated stomach with both hands and shuffle backward toward the toilet. She lowered her head, feeling debased and humiliated as she eased her bottom upon the toilet. Tears began to stream down her face as the sounds of her evacuation filled the room. She sobbed softly knowing the most private of all act was being observed by a stranger and there was nothing she could do about it. He softly placed his fingers under her chin and raised her head. He looked into her eyes and softly brushed her tears away. "You please your Master by your actions sweet girl. You have no reason to feel anything but precious, safe and loved in his trust. He instructed you to obey my directions and I know he will be extremely proud of your devotion to him... through me." He handed her a large handful of toilet paper. She cleaned herself and nodded softly to him. "Lean over the table again little one," he instructed. "Oh God, not again!" She lamented in a pitiful whine. "No, girl," he chuckled. "I'm simply going to clean you properly," he smiled. She leaned over the table again as he tenderly washed her ass cheeks with warm soapy water. He slid the rag between her cheeks and rubbed the soft cloth in small circles upon her tiny hole. He rinsed her with the same thoroughness and dried her with a fluffy cotton towel. She sighed softly, feeling pampered by his attentions and was grateful he didn't ease the cloth toward her clit, for fear she would orgasm on the spot. He led her back to the original examination room and instructed her to lie down upon the table, announcing he would return in a moment. She obediently followed his orders. Worried, she wondered what else he had in store for her. Maybe that was all of it... maybe there wasn't anything further in store for her. Maybe humiliation was the test her Master wished to teach her. Or maybe it was a lesson of pride. If she'd refused to allow the Doctor to give her the enema, then her Master would know her own pride was the reason. She tried to convince herself the worst was over, yet she couldn't stop shivering in anticipation. She tried to focus her thoughts on her Master waiting patiently, thumbing through magazines in the waiting room. Did he choose the type of humiliation she had endured? Or would he be shocked and appalled that the Doctor was taking such liberties with HIS property? Not knowing which the case may be, she decided she would just do as she was told and get this whole degrading ordeal over with. But what if there was something more, what if the enema was only the beginning for the test of her submission? The door to the small room opened and the Doctor stepped through the. She looked up at him with fear filled eyes and watched him walk to the end of the padded table. "Just relax and we'll be finished here shortly." He reassured, as he extended the end of the table and raised the fiendishly looking silver stirrups. "I need to you scoot down. Just raise your hips and place your bottom at the end of the table down here." She did as he instructed keeping her thighs tightly closed. He placed his warm hands upon her ankles and eased each foot into the stirrups. She exhaled a deep breath as she nervously felt herself being splayed open before his eyes. The Doctor busily opened drawers without saying another word. She saw two, long, supple strands of leather in his hand and a wave of panic washed over her. He simply smiled as he watched her reaction and began to wrap the supple leather over her ankles, securing each of her ankles into the stirrups. She remained silent as her body softly trembled. She watched his eyes. He seemed to be focused upon her pussy. He lightly traced his finger over her throbbing clit, which made her jump and cry out in surprise. "You're so wet, girl. Why is your pussy saturated in such a thick coating? You act is if you want me to believe that you're scared not aroused, however, based on what I see from here, you're far more aroused than you are scared girl." He laughed softly as he massaged her clit and dipped his index finger into her slit, teasing her. She moaned softly, not answering him and closed her eyes. She resigned herself to be at his mercy. For him to do with her as he pleased. To obey her Master's wishes and she began slowly sinking into her abasement of sub-space. "You're so very wet, sweet slut. I don't think I'm going to need to use any lube upon your sweet dripping pussy as I stretch you open and work my fist deep inside your womb." He murmured as he drove two fingers deep inside her hot wet pussy. "Oh my God!" She softy moaned, thrilled and scared at the thought of his entire fist fitting into her small, tight pussy. His fingers plunging in and out of her slit felt so good to her. She could feel her slick muscles gripping tightly upon them, sucking hungrily. "When was the last time you had an orgasm, girl?" He asked as he continued to finger fuck her. "Ummm, I can't remember Sir." She softly moaned, not wanting to have to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her needy slit. "Think Girl!" He demanded, as he removed his fingers and glared at her, a stern look replaced his normal compassionate demeanor. "You're pussy seems very hungry. I want an answer to my question, now!" She shook her head softly as she tried to focus her mind upon remembering the last time her Master granted her permission to cum. It dawned on her that over the past two weeks her Master had teased her over and over again, taking her to the edge of orgasm only to deny her the pleasure of releasing. "It's been over two weeks, Sir." She answered, praying that her answer would be sufficient enough for the Doctor to resume finger fucking her. Her hips rocked softly in a silent plea for more. A Thorough Exam "Ah, I see," the Doctor said, nodding his head. He began to attach elastic straps around the tops of her thighs. She had no idea what he was going to do to her, but she desperately wished he would re-insert his fingers and continue sliding them in and out of her tunnel. "Well your Master stated to me, that he does not wish for you to have an orgasm during my examination. I, on the other hand, would find it quite pleasing to feel your pussy contracting hard upon my wrist, while my fist is buried deep inside you." He smiled a deviant little smirk as he attached a small vibrating ball to the elastic straps. ] He nuzzled the ball on top of her clit, pressing it hard against her erect pearl. She cried out in frustration as the buzzing ball sent a wave of pleasure through her core. How on earth was she going to stave off her orgasm when the Doctor was doing almost everything in his power to force her to cum? How was she going to please her Master and not release when every fiber in her core was begging for the sweet ecstasy of orgasm? The Doctor savagely slammed three fingers deep into her pussy as she writhed pitifully upon the table. Her pussy clenched his fingers tightly, gripping and holding greedily as she cried out pleading for the Doctor to stop. "Oh, you want me to stop do you slut?" He asked, as he softly curled his fingers in her tunnel, gently grazing her g-spot, teasing her; driving the level of her desire higher. "You don't have a choice in this, you sweet little whore. Your Master has brought you here for a reason." As he spoke he leaned between her splayed out thighs and locked his intense blue eyes upon hers. "He doesn't want you to cum, but trust me, precious little one; I am going to do everything within my power to feel you explode. The only choice you have is: Which one of us do you please?" He laughed a wicked laugh, as he watched a flash of fear dance through her smoldering emerald eyes. "I think you're ready to take another finger in your dripping hole, slut. It won't be long before my whole fist is deep in your dripping pussy... fucking you deep and hard." She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers stretching her even wider. She felt filled as his digits expanded her, preparing her to accept even more. She rocked her hips upon his fingers as she begged and pleaded for him to stop. Her body and mind at war. The buzzing vibe and his prying fingers urged her on, yet her guilt and the responsibility to her Master continued to tug at her brain, in an attempt to pull her back from her consuming lust. "No, I'm not going to stop sweet girl," he softly whispered, as he leaned in and placed his teeth upon her right nipple ring and tugged hard. His fingers curled inside her clamping pussy, stretching her wider and wider. He pulled his fingers out and placed his thumb against his middle finger and began pushing his hand back into her tight pussy. Betraying herself, she rocked her hips against his hand. Her narrow slit had never felt so full. She realized his knuckles were still not yet inside her. How could her tight little box ever be stretched wide enough to accommodate his broad knuckles? Why did she want him to... and yes, she DID want him to. "You're pussy is so tight, sweet slut. I would love to fuck your pussy *hard*!" He hissed, as he continued to press harder and harder against her slick, swollen pussy lips. "I'd slam my hard cock deep into your hot, velvet pussy and make you scream out begging me for more!" He watched in delight as she arched her hips from the exam table and whimpered pathetically. He watched her tiny, puckered asshole draw up tight and then relax each time her felt her tunnel grip upon his fingers. His hard cock throbbed inside his trousers. He could feel his pre-cum juices soaking his pants. He smiled in delight as he watched and felt the suffering slut, wondering when she would succumb to orgasm. He knew she would cum, but she was strong-willed and gallantly fought her desire to release. He knew her commitment to her Master was admirably earnest, but he was going to make the girl cum; and cum hard. "You liked it when I stuck my finger in your ass, didn't you slut?" He asked, in a hoarse whisper. She nodded her head yes as she shivered remembering how delicious his finger felt embedded in her tiny little asshole. "Answer Me!" He demanded pressing his fist hard against her non-yielding tunnel. "Yes!" She cried out in a needful whine. "Oh yes," he chuckled softly. "I know you did. I know you just love to have your ass fucked hard, you nasty little girl." He hissed, deviantly. "Oh God!" she wailed as she imagined how wonderful it would feel to have a fist in her pussy, and a cock in her ass. How full and stretched she would be. Her pussy relaxed a brief second before it clamped down hard again. She felt his knuckles breach the rim of her pussy. She gasped loudly as his hand slid deep inside her womb. "Oh yessss, slut, yesssssss. Let me inside you, let me fuck your pussy hard with my fist. Suck my fist deep inside you." He praised, as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her gaping hole. He watched his glistening hand sliding in and out of her tunnel. Her juices oozing out of her slit, slithering down her puckered asshole and puddling upon the paper beneath. He listened to her whimpers and moans as she gently rocked herself upon his hand. "Do you want to cum, pet?" He teased. "Oh yes!" She moaned, hoarsely. "But your Master doesn't want you to, remember?" He reprimanded. "Oh God!" She wailed in frustration. "Do you want to cum, pet?" He teased again. "No Sir." She mewled in remorse. "What if I slipped my finger in your ass, girl? Would that make you want to cum?" He enticed. "Oh God, please don't!" She begged. "No?" He questioned. "Oh, but I think you want me to. I think you'd love for me to rub my finger over that tight, tiny, hot little hole and spread it open... filling both your holes." He whispered, as his finger mimicked his words, rubbing against her asshole as her pussy clamped down hard upon his hand. "You love it, you nasty little slut, and we both know it." He added, as he drove his finger deep inside her rectum feeling her tight muscles clamp down hard. "No, no, no, no! Oh God, please no!" She wailed as she squeezed her ass tight, trying to force his finger out. "Oh yes, yes, yes! You sweet, nasty little slut." He laughed as his hand and his finger pumped synchronously, deep in her quivering holes. "Just imagine my cock in your ass right now girl. Imagine how good it would feel to be impaled upon my cock and my fist balled up inside you, plunging up and down. Your legs un-tethered and wrapped around my waist as I fucked both your holes at the same time." He growled as he drove another finger up her tight ass. The vivid imagery he painted coupled with the fact that he was filling her fuller each second, and the unrelenting vibe buzzing upon her hard and throbbing clit was too much. "Oh please stop, please!" she begged. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" she cried out in panic. "Yes, you are precious. I want to feel you cum hard for me. I want to feel your pussy clamp down hard on my wrist. I want to feel your asshole hold tight to my fingers and I want to hear you scream out loudly when you do." He instructed, as his eyes twinkled in delight watching her battle her lustful fury so fervently. "And I think if I shove one more finger in your ass, you'll please me like no other slut has ever pleased me before." He taunted as he pulled her asshole even farther easing a third finger into her ass. She screamed out to God, as she raised her ass off the table, bearing down hard upon his hands. She felt his hand inside her pussy roll up into a fist as he spread her even farther and burnished his knuckles against her g-spot. He then began plunging his fist roughly in and out of her pussy as his fingers fucked her asshole deeply. A bright burst of light exploded in her brain as the orgasm rocked her violently. She screamed out in a loud primal cry as she humped herself indecently upon his hands. He met each thrust with a torrid lunge, driving his fist and fingers deeper and harder inside her two constricting holes. "Cum hard for me slut. Show me what a sweet, fuck-slut you are. Don't stop. Keep cumming hard for me... pleasure me properly, you delicious, nasty, little whore." He urged as a second orgasm mounted atop the first. Her orgasms coursed through her core and she cried out louder and longer. Her shoulders sank deep into the padded table as her hips froze in midair. Her pussy and asshole contracted in a hard flurry of spasms around his pounding fist and fingers. She was locked in place by the intensity of her orgasm as her pussy and ass rippled uncontrollably in its force. He continued to plunge his fist and fingers deep inside her, showing no mercy as he received her intense orgasms. Her cry of deliverance echoed off the walls of the small room and he smiled in delight watching, feeling and listening to her primal, savage cries of nature. Her hips slowly sank to the padded table, as she began riding down her orgasm. Quivering ripples continued to spasm through her pussy, like little electric charges, zapping her core. She panted hard as she slowly rode the waves; her body jerking uncontrollably as quivering aftershocks erupted without warning. "You're so fucking beautiful, girl." The Doctor praised, as he gently removed his fingers from her pulsating ass, and softly slid his hand from her pussy. "Please, Sir, please?" she begged. "Please what darling girl?" He softly asked. "Please. Can you take the vibe off my clit?" she pleaded. "What if I leave it there, girl? Hrmm?" He teased. "Will you keep cumming for me?" "Oh God!" She lamented. "It hurts now, Sir." She softly confessed. "Okay, pet." He conceded. "You've been such a good patient, how could I refuse?" He smiled. She smiled softly, and thanked him, as he removed the buzzing vibe and began releasing the elastic straps that encompassed her thighs. Suddenly the door to the examination room flew open. She snapped her head toward the door. A wave of panic, humiliation and shame washed over her as she saw her Master standing in the doorway. His sea foam green eyes, flashed in anger. His salt and pepper, bearded jaw set tight as he glared at her. Her heart sank as she closed her eyes and lowered her head in disgrace. "What did I just hear happening in here?" He asked as he walked to the side of the examination table. "You've got a very fine slave here, my friend." The Doctor spoke up in praise of the girl as he washed his hands at the small, stainless steel sink. "Evidently too fine, if she will cum for you and disregard my wishes." The Master said, his words bathed in repugnance. His words ripped through her heart like a saber. She began to softly sob as she kept her eyes closed. Consumed in a black cloak of dishonor, she knew she had failed him miserably. She wondered if he would he walk out and leave here there, casting her aside for disobeying him? Whatever test he was giving to her, she had without a doubt, failed horrifically. Her stomach pitched and rolled in fear and grief. "To be honest with you," the Doctor began, as he released the leather bindings around her ankles. "She has a fierce commitment to you, unlike any other slave I've ever seen. Shit, I've had sluts cum within minutes of me shutting the door to this room. Yours on the other hand, made me work hard and long before she would succumb to her own pleasures." He explained to her Master. "You may sit up now girl." He directed to her as she lay there sobbing softly. Without opening her eyes she sat up on the end of the exam table. Her head hung low as her chin rested upon her chest, while her tears spilled down her cheeks. "Is that so?" asked her Master. "Oh indeed." The Doctor reaffirmed. "You have one of the finest slaves I've ever had the pleasure of examining." "Hrm" the Master said in a pondering tone. "She's got an extremely strong will which, as you well know, will only make her serve you all the better." The Doctor continued. "She's physically... well, physically she's fucking phenomenal. You know that too." He chuckled. "She's also in fine physical health for you to enjoy, and I have no doubt; you DO enjoy." The Master laughed and affirmed the Doctors assumptions. Listening to the two men talk in such praising manner made her feel slightly better, yet she still feared her Master's test would be the ultimate appraisal of her submission; one she failed grievously. "Do you want the usual payment?" The Master asked the Doctor. "No." The Doctor said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh?" The Master questioned. "Oh don't get me wrong, I would love nothing more than to fuck this sweet slut's mouth till I came hard and spewed my seed all the way down her creamy throat. However, a treasure as precious as this, I would be derelict in my honor as a Master and a Doctor if I didn't take her ass properly." He explained as he gently rubbed his hand upon the top of her bare thigh. She trembled as she heard his words, knowing her ordeal was far from being finished. "You don't mind do you?" He asked the Master, as he brushed the tears from her cheek. "Oh, absolutely not." The Master said with a hint of pride in his voice. "On your knees slut!" He barked to the girl. She jumped as she heard her Master's order thunder in the small room. She quickly stood up and climbed upon the examination table with her ass exposed to the Doctor. She kept her head down, unable to look into her Master's eyes and see that crushing look of disapproval again. She heard the Doctor moving something at the foot of the exam table but had no idea what he was doing. All she knew was that her ass was going to be fucked, her Master offered her to another without a second thought and worst of all he was going to be standing there watching as it all happened. She began crying again, her tears fell onto the crumpled white paper beneath her, leaving large wet stains. Her Master's fingers softly lifted her chin. She kept her eyes closed as she raised her head. She felt a cold glob of something being smeared on her ass and she cried out in a mournful wail of degradation. The Master raised a finger to the Doctor, indicating he wait a moment before he began to ass fuck the sobbing girl. "Look at me pet." Her Master softly instructed. She opened her eyes to see his face before hers. His eyes no longer held a glaze of anger; instead they were sparkling with a loving gleam. He wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Shhhhhh," he softly murmured to her. "Don't cry pet. I never said you *couldn't* cum, I simply told the fine Doctor that I didn't *WANT* you to. You have not failed me, sweet girl. You make me very proud in the way you've honored me this day." She looked into his eyes and her heart soared with happiness. He wasn't angry with her. He was proud of her. Her tears began to spill over her cheeks again, but this time they were tears of joy. "Now it's time for you to pay the Doctor, sweet slut. I know that you will make me proud and give him what I ask you to. You are taking his cock for me and you will accept it as if it were my own. Oh, and one more thing sweet, slut... you MAY cum for me if you desire." He smiled. The Master then nodded to the Doctor, indicating he could proceed, then leaned over and kissed the girls mouth fiercely. Just as the Master's tongue claimed the girl's throat, the Doctor drove his hard cock deep into her ass. He did not slowly ease the bulbous head into her tight puckered hole; instead, he slammed the entire length of his cock straight into her ass. The Master swallowed her cries of pain as he continued to hold her in his dominant kiss. The Doctor held his thick cock deep in her ass, not moving, allowing her tender opening to accept the stalk. She moaned softly as she realized the Doctor was not going to brutally rape her ass, but instead was being generous in allowing her to relax her tight anus before he continued. She sucked upon her Master's tongue wishing it were his cock, delighting in the fantasy of having both men claim her at the same time. Her Master ended the kiss and looked at her with a smirk upon his lips. "This is for me sweet slut, not for you." He lectured. "I know exactly what you're thinking and you will not have the pleasure of sucking my cock now... you might however get the pleasure of me using you for hours tonight. Using you HARD!" He chuckled. The Doctor laughed softly as he realized the girl was not only to the point of submitting for his payment but wanting to enjoy it fully herself too. "What an insatiable little vixen you have." The Doctor complimented the Master. "Oh indeed I do." The Master beamed. "Enjoy her, please!" He added as he nodded to the Doctor. He smiled seeing the Doctor's cock impaled, to the hilt, into his girl's ass. "I intend to." The Doctor said, as he began to ease his shaft slowly out of the girl's tight, glistening hole. She moaned softly as she continued to look into her Master's eyes. Her mind filled with images of her Master's cock sliding in and out of her tiny hole. The Master softly caressed her cheeks with one hand as he softly murmured praises in her ear. He reached toward her head and gathered up a handful of her shimmering mane. He gripped his massive paw tightly in her hair. She gasped softly as he seized her hair and the Doctor's cock slipped out of her ass. The Doctor watched her dark little rosebud close up as he pulled his cock out of it. He pressed the tip of his glistening cock head against and sighed in delight as the tiny bud stretched wider and wider; the tight puckered skin enveloped every inch of his penetrating cock. The sensitive muscles that rimmed her ass were shooting shock waves of delight through her. She could feel each slow torturous inch the Doctor was easing into her. Her clit throbbed needfully as she felt her searing juices begin to slide down her thighs. How could she be so aroused again after the massive orgasm she had just had? "Fuck his cock girl. Fuck it like you would mine." The Master instructed. She nodded as she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth. Sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. The slow, languid fuck was exciting her, each teasing thrust around her sensitive asshole drove her higher and higher toward another orgasm. "Take his cock, girl. Take it as mine." The Master encouraged. "Such a tight fucking ass." The Doctor whispered in a lurid, hoarse gasp. "I could fuck this sweet slut all day." "Maybe we should just take turns with her?" The Master suggested, then laughed a hearty laugh as he saw the spark of desire flash across the girls' eyes at the mere mention of it. The Doctor didn't respond. He was once again focused on watching his glistening, hard cock disappear deep into her tight asshole. His pace began to increase and she met each thrust with one of her own. Soon she was pushing her ass back against the Doctor's cock as he slammed into her. The Master slipped his thumbs into the girl's nipple rings and simply held onto the bobbing silver rings. Each time she would rock her hips backward, to meet the lunges of the Doctor's, her nipples were pulled hard against the rings. The sensations were driving her near the edge of orgasm again as she whimpered and moaned in need. The Doctor was grunting and groaning as he enjoyed the girl. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off, much longer, the load of cum that had been boiling in his balls since he slid the enema tube up her tight little ass. A Thorough Exam His breath was ragged and heavy as he continued to slam his cock deep into her grasping asshole. He could feel her muscles gripping his rod each time he drove it into her. It felt like she were trying to milk his cock with her ass. "I'm going to fill a load so far inside you, you're going to be shitting out my cum for a month." The Doctor growled. "Oh God!" The girl exclaimed, as the thought of feeling her bowels expand as he exploded deep inside her tiny tunnel, made her shiver in delight. "Beg him for it." The Master urged. "Oh God!" She whimpered. "BEG HIM!" The Master demanded. "Please... Please!" she cried out loudly. "Cum hard in my ass. Fill me with your cum! Please cum deep inside me!" She wailed as she felt her own orgasm begin. "You want me to cum now slut?" He barked. "Oh God YES! Yes, please! Fuck me harder. Please fill my ass! Please!" She wailed. Hearing the sweet pleas from the girl was too much for the Doctor. He launched his cock deep into her gripping hole. Simultaneously they exploded into mutual orgasms. The mingled screams of the Doctor and the girl were like music to the Master's ears as their cries reverberated off the walls. The Master stood mesmerized watching the pained look of pleasure upon the Doctor's face as he spewed his hot, seed deep inside his screaming slut's ass. Through all the shrieks of delight she could hear her Master's voice, bellicose and powerful. "Cum for ME pet, CUM HARD! You are my treasure! You are my slave! You are my slut! You are my whore! You are my bitch! You are my cunt! You are MY most prized possession! I love you girl!" A Thorough Examination "Feel it, it's so big." Sara pressed her boyfriend's hand against a lump in her throat. "Does it hurt? "No it just feels like a lump I guess." "You should see a doctor." "I know. I already have an appointment. Will you take me there? I hate driving." "Sure babe." Phil smiled and reached for her hand. "Everything will be fine. You're probably just allergic to something." Sara gazed blankly out the passenger-side window, at the scenery as it passed by. They pulled up to the hospital and luckily Phil found a parking place right away. The waiting room was nearly empty. She flipped through the pages of a Highlights magazine regarding it reminiscently. "Sara? Sara Gowen?" The petite nurse called out. "That's me." She stood and followed her through the large double-doors. After the nurse weighed her and took her vital signs Sara was taken to an examination room to wait for her physician. The twenty minutes she waited felt like forever. There were no Highlights magazines in there, just some pamphlets on things like heart disease and Alzheimer's. She sat at the edge of the hospital bed swinging her feet. The paper was uncomfortable to sit on. Thankfully the Doctor Finally entered the room. She was stunning; one of the most beautiful women Sara had ever seen. She was exotic. It was hard to tell what race she was. Her deeply tan skin, chin-length black hair, brown-sugar eyes, voluptuous breasts, and her body which must have been carved by Michael Angelo's ghost, almost caused a sensory overload in Sara's mind. Sara's above-average appearance also delighted Dr. Batista. She especially liked her blonde and brown hair style. "Hello Sara. My name is Dr. Batista. What can I help you with today?" "I have a lump in my throat." She gestured to it. The doctor felt the lump, looked down her throat, and had her breathe into some kind of contraption that registered how hard she can blow. "I think it may just be from asthma but I'll refer you to the Ear Nose and Throat specialist just to be sure. When was the last time you had a breast exam?" "Not for a while." "Alright, take off your shirt and I'll give you one." She said as she stared intently at Sara. Don't doctors usually look away when you take your shirt off? She hesitantly began to pull her shirt over her head. "Here, let me help you." Dr. Batista gently pulled Sara's shirt the rest of the way off. It gave Sara butterflies in her stomach. Is she flirting with me? No, she couldn't be. I'm imagining things. "You have beautiful breasts and that's such a cute belly button ring." She lightly touched the piece of jewelry. "Thank you." She tried to smile casually but her sexual tension was building. Batista began massaging her left breast in a circular pattern. Sara's nipples hardened. How embarrassing. Now she knows I'm enjoying this. When the doctor reached her nipple she did the most peculiar thing. She began toying with it, lightly rubbing, pinching and twisting. Batista did the same on her right breast. At this point Sara could feel her privates getting wet. She chose not to say anything as to not be presumptuous. After much longer than a run-of-the-mill breast exam would take she stopped and began twirling a lock of Sara's hair in her fingers. "You're so pretty Sara." "Thank you, so are you." Her heart was racing. I can't believe this is happening. My boyfriend is in the waiting room. The doctor traipsed across the room and opened Sara's file. "Uh-oh, it's been a long time since your last pap. I'm going to need you to take off your jeans." Sara's breathing became slightly more rapid as she tried to wrap her mind around this intense moment. I could just be assuming she's coming on to me. Or maybe I'm hoping. She slid her jeans off as Dr. Batista watched with a warm smile on her face. She spread her legs and put her feet in the stir-ups. "I see you've shaved. Were you expecting me?" she laughed and pulled her rolling stool up to the end of the bed to get a better look. "Are you ticklish?" she said as she softly dragged her acrylic nails along the inside of Sara's thighs. She performed the pap in a professional manner leading Sara to believe her reservations that she may be imagining things yet she did think it was odd she wasn't wearing gloves. When she finished and removed her instrument she told her "...not quite done yet." She carefully slid her middle finger into Sara's vagina and began to wiggle it against her g-spot. At this point Sara was soaking wet and turned-on more than she ever had been. "Does that feel nice?" Sara nodded but thought I should tell her to stop but it feels so good. I'm a terrible girlfriend. Maybe he wouldn't mind if I cheated with a woman... yeah right, him? "I think I'll try two fingers." She did. Sara began to squirm and breathe heavily. "You seem to like it. I'm going to do something now and I would appreciate your full cooperation. You must keep the noise down. Don't worry, it won't hurt." Batista beamed at her a tilted forward to put her mouth on Sara's clitoris. Sara gasped and gripped the sides of the bed as the good doctor swirled her tongue round and round. Just as Sara was silently telling herself this is all wrong. How could I do this to Phil? Batista, using her left hand, began fingering her asshole. Sara let out a quiet squeal of shock and excitement. With both holes filled and her clit being stimulated she came, hard. She had to cover her mouth to keep from making a sound. Dr. Batista sucked up Sara's juices and swallowed them as if she were drinking a juice box. The patient laid back; her head spinning; her body reeling. t's only polite to return the favor. Sara tried to justify to herself. "I've shown you mine, will you show me yours?" "I'm sorry dear but that wouldn't be very professional of me would it? Instead..." she pressed the button to raise the head of the bed a bit. "Let me continue your breast exam for good measure." With no hesitation she bent down and began sucking and flicking her tongue on Sara's nipples while she slid her hand down her body and started caressing her clit. One minute later Sara couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as she reached another orgasm. Dr. Batista slid her finger in Sara's vagina again then put it in Sara's mouth, making her suck her own fluid off of it. "Alright sweetie, that concludes your exam. I'll leave your referral with the front desk. Now put your clothes back on you dirty little slut." She threw Sara's clothes at her. Sara's jaw dropped and her eyes almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe she was just treated that way. She couldn't believe she was looking at the same person. "Are you deaf whore? Thanks for the pussy. Now get out." Batista glared at her and left the exam room. Sara sat in silence most of the ride home. Phil repeatedly inquired "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I'm fine. Stop asking." Sara spent the rest of the day feeling nauseated with guilt yet she couldn't refrain from fantasizing about her doctor, even the insults turned her on. I am a dirty slut.