14 comments/ 124642 views/ 57 favorites In the Examination Room Ch. 01 By: TotalKnockout "Dr. Andrew H. Slater OB-GYN, private practice, Center for Physiological and Human Ferility Research" I read the bronze engraved sign outside the brownstone and pressed the buzzer. My hands were sweating. I had no idea why I was so nervous. "Yes?" a male voice inquired. "Um, hello, This is Tallulah Adams. I have an appointment with Dr. Slater?" The buzzer buzzed as the door opened to reveal a mahogany paneled hallway, leading to a big oak door. I pushed it open and was surprised to see it was a gorgeous, pristine sitting room with a fireplace, and comfortable antique seats. I wondered if the whole brownstone belonged to him. It seemed very fancy for a doctor's office. As I sat myself in one of the victorian velvet armchairs and took out my book, it seemed odd to me that such a beautiful and fancy office had no receptionist. Or other patients waiting. I must be the first patient of the day... I had been sitting in the empty, well-appointed room for only about five minutes, when I hear, "Tallulah?" I look up and lock eyes with a really attractive older man in a white doctor's coat. He is lean and muscular, impeccably groomed. His hair is flecked with silver and neatly trimmed. He smiles at me, forming attractive wrinkles around his warm blue eyes. "You must be Tallulah," he says. "I'm Doctor Slater. Come with me." I gulp. "Doesn't a nurse normally...?" I ask. The Doctor smiles. "I like to greet my new patients personally," he says, "I think it makes them feel more comfortable." I smile at him. "Here we go, exam room one," he says as he opens the door to the room. It's a nice, well-outfitted exam room. "You can undress and put your clothes on that chair." "Is there a gown to put on?" I ask looking around the room. "We don't really use gowns," he says smiling warmly, "they tend to just get in the way during the examination." He leaves me by myself for a few moments and I strip off my blouse and skirt, remove my shoes, roll down my tights. I slowly unhook my bra and leave it on the chair. I keep my cotton panties on for modesty's sake and climb up on the exam table. I cross my arms over my chest to cover my naked breasts, which are now covered in goosebumps. The door opens and Dr. Slater walks in with a really young doctor, just as handsome if not more handsome than he is. His light brown hair is a little too long and falls into his steely silver eyes. He looks like he's built like a football player, and I start to wonder what his body looks like under that white coat. I immediately blush. "This is Dr. Rowan," Dr. Slater says, introducing the doctor beside him, "I am training him to assist on my experiments, and he is going to assist on your exam." I smile weakly at him. "I turned the heat up so you won't be too chilly," Dr. Rowan says and winks at me. I feel my nipples harden. "Okay, let's check your vitals," Dr. Slater says to me. He very gently takes my hand and I'm forced to take my arms away from my naked breasts. I blush again. "No need to be modest, Tallulah. I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to look at your body." His hand is warm as he feels my wrist for my pulse. He stands close to me and I can smell his scent and feel the heat coming off of his chest. "140. Pulse is a bit quick," he says to Dr. Rowan, "Maybe she's a bit nervous..." he smiles at me kindly. "Relax, young lady." Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he notes my pulse on a clipboard. I blush again. Dr. Slater's strong, warm hands press into my neck and throat, feeling my glands tenderly with his fingers. "Feels good." he pronounces. He presses his cold stethoscope in between my breasts and I jump a little. "So sorry," he laughs, "I forget how cold that gets." He holds his palm over the end to warm it up and then places it between my breasts. He listens intently. "Breathe in, then out. In, then out," he coaches me. I do what he says and feels my nipples getting harder and my breasts heaving as I breathe in and out. "Okay, sounds normal. Now lie back, please. I need to do a breast exam." I lie down on the table as he examines my breasts, kneading the soft flesh and feeling my sensitive nipples. "I want you to feel this," he says to Dr. Rowan, who puts down his clipboard. "What's your sense, Doctor?" Dr. Rowan smiles at me as he blows on his hands and then rubs them together. "Sorry, my hands are a bit cold," he says in apology. He gently places both of his hands on my full left breast. His hands are strong, I can tell, as he palpates the flesh firmly but gently. I bite my lip as my nipple hardens under his big palm. "It feels normal," he says. "Good," says Dr. Slater smiling at his pupil, "They are. Your breasts are perfectly healthy, Tallulah." Dr. Rowan picks up his clipboard again and writes more notes. "I'm going to need you to remove your panties now," Dr. Slater says to me with a slight smirk on his face. "Can't really examine you with them on, can I?" I blush again, "No, I guess not." I move to sit up. "Here, let me help you," Dr. Rowan says. "Lie back. Lift your hips please. That's the way" His strong hands slide my cotton panties down my legs and now I am totally naked, with two very attractive doctors examining me. "Open your legs please, Tallulah. Good Girl." I part my legs. "Very nice. Hold your legs open please." I hear Dr. Slater put on a latex glove, and feel his gaze in between my legs. He uses a single digit to part the wet, naked lips of my bare pussy, which I waxed the day before. I cursed this fact as I could feel myself getting wet under their gaze and knew I couldn't hide it. I'm blushing and embarrassed. He very delicately opens my pussy lips. "Notice how pink and wet and wet the interior vulva has become," he says to his colleague. "This is with virtually no physical stimulation at all. Very healthy." He touches me very gently just externally at first. My legs begin to shake. "Here, relax" he says, "Dr. Rowan will hold your legs open for me while I do your internal exam." He slips his latex-covered fingers into my tight, wet pussy and I gasp. "Are you sexually active, Tallulah?" "Yes," I reply. "When was the last time you had intercourse?" "Two days ago," I reply. He turns to Dr. Rowan. "Patient has a naturally tight entroitus, strong pelvic muscles." The whole time I'm getting wetter and my pussy starts spasming gently, unconsciously. "Vaginal muscles are contracting around my fingers. Very responsive." He probes the inside of my pussy and then with his bare finger he stimulates my clitoris with his fingers still inside me. "Contractions are getting stronger. You can feel them up through the uterus." He removes his finger from my clit and presses it gently into my abdomen. I suppress a moan. Then he withdraws his fingers slowly from my spasming pussy. "Set up the stirrups, please, Dr. Rowan." I watch Dr. Rowan's strong shoulders and arms as he sets up the metal stirrups, see his muscles straining at the fabric of his white coat. "Okay, Legs in the stirrups, please." Dr. Slater says. "I'm going to insert the speculum so we can get a better look at your cervix." Dr. Rowan hands Dr. Slater the speculum and begins to unscrew a tube of K-Y jelly. "That's alright, Dr. Rowan, if you'll notice the patient has plenty of her own natural lubrication." I blush. Dr. Slater places the speculum at the opening and then inserts just the tip of the speculum into my vagina. It feels too big to me. I tense up. He pats my foot. "Relax," he says. I take a deep breath and he pushes in all the way in. He opens it up all the way and I feel faint. "Good girl." I'm totally exposed and wide open. Dr. Rowan shines a pen light inside me and they look into my pussy and look at my cervix. "You can notice, Dr. Rowan, the clear lubrication at the mouth of the uterus." Both of the doctors are now staring intently inside me, their eyes fixed between my legs. "Is everything okay?" I ask weakly. "Everything looks perfect, young lady, you are very healthy and very fertile." Dr. Slater smiles up at me. He slowly withdraws the speculum, then gently wipes the excess lubricant from my pussy lips with a cloth. "Now turn over for me, please. Lie on your tummy. I'm going to have Dr. Rowan take your temperature." "In my...?" "Yes, rectal temperatures are very accurate, my dear. Nothing to blush about." I roll over and lie on my stomach. "Lift your hips again please," Dr. Rowan whispers to me and slips a pillow under them, raising my naked bottom in the air. Then I feel Dr. Rowan delicately spread my cheeks apart with his gloved hand and my rosebud instinctively tenses up and closes. I can't believe this gorgeous doctor that looks like a linebacker is examining my asshole. I feel his finger brush against my anus. "Don't worry," he whispers. "I'm not going to hurt you." He gently massages my asshole until I relax. He takes out a thick glass thermometer, shakes it down, dips the tip in vaseline. He lubes up my asshole with his finger. It makes me gasp. I'm so embarrassed. He then places the thermometer at the entrance of my asshole. I tense up again. He places his hand on my lower back and tells me, "Take a deep breath." My asshole flowers open a little. He manages to press the tip in. I gasp. He rubs my lower back as he inserts the thermometer deeper and deeper until it's lodged in my asshole. "Good girl," he says. "Now try to stay still for a few minutes. We need to get an accurate reading." They stay in the room in silence and occasionally check on me, rubbing my back, making sure the thermometer is staying in, patting my ass in approval. Finally, Dr. Slater comes over and removes the thermometer and holds it up to the light. "It's a little elevated," he notes. "When was your last menstruation?" "Um, two weeks ago?" I say weakly, my ass still in the air. "Dr. Rowan, can you tell me why her temperature is elevated?" The younger doctor looks at his mentor. It's obvious he cares about impressing him. "Elevated temperature is consistent with ovulation," he states. "Good. Excellent." He turns to me. "Please get up on your hands and knees now, Tallulah. Good. Now keep your head down and raise your bottom in the air. Perfect. We need to do a rectal exam." I'm on the exam table, totally exposed and I hear Doctor Slater put on a fresh latex glove and squirt lube on his fingers. I tense up in anticipation. Dr. Rowan massages my calf. "It'll be okay," he says. The older doctor uses a lubed finger to apply more lube to my asshole. Then he tells me to take a deep breath as he slowly inserts his finger in up to the knuckle. I suck in my breath, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation. The younger doctor keeps repeating "it's okay" to me as he rubs my leg and my lower back. "Now, in order to do a proper rectal exam I'm going to insert two fingers. Your sphincter muscles are very tight, so please try to relax." He begins working his lubed finger in and out of my ass while coaching me. "Open up for me... that's right..." I feel my rosebud flower open a little... "That's a girl..." He slowly works a second finger into my asshole. He now has two fingers in my ass. "Good girl." he says. As he is examining me, Dr. Rowan stands next to him with the clipboard. "Have you ever had a man penetrate your anus with his member?" he asks. "No," I admit bashfully. "I see," he says and finishes up the exam. "Okay," he says, "I'm going to slowly remove my fingers. Stay still. Try not to tense up." I feel his fingers slowly move out of my asshole, as I feel the cold air hit the inside of my ass. Lying with my ass up in the air and my head down I suddenly feel very open and exposed. I hear the doctor removing his gloves. A glob of lube slides from my open asshole down my pussy lips. I feel Dr. Rowan use a dry paper square to clean me up. I try to move out of that exposed position, but Dr. Slater says, "Please stay just as you are, my dear. One more minute." He and his colleague confer quietly in the corner while I stay on my hands and knees up on the exam table. I rest my head on my hands. I can't really hear what they're saying. "Yes, Doctor. I'll set it up," Dr. Rowan says, and then Doctor Slater leaves the room. Dr. Rowan begins preparing a solution near the sink. "W-what is that?" I ask. "What are you doing?" He comes over to me and places a bolster under my stomach so I can stay in my compromised position but still relax. "No need to be worried, he said. I'm just preparing an enema." "An enema? You want to give me an--" "You'll be fine," he says. "It won't hurt, I promise." He winks at me. I've never had an enema before and I'm scared. "But, why...?" "We need to clean you out for the next test we have to do. Don't worry, I'll be here with you and talk you through it." He fills the enema bag up with a warm water mixture and hangs it from a pole, which he then wheels over to the examination table. He holds up the end of a long hose, which has a tapered tip at the end of it. "Now I'm going to insert the nozzle into your anus. Relax." I'm aware that he's studying my upraised asshole as he lubes up the end. I'm aware that my pussy lips are totally visible in this position and he can see my wet puffy lips peeking out below my poor little asshole. "Take a deep breath..." he says. I take a deep breath and he places the tip of the nozzle at the opening of my ass. "Good, now exhale." I slowly exhale as he slides the nozzle slowly into my ass. My asshole is still wet with lube from my rectal exam, so this time it goes in slightly easier. "Good girl." He starts the water flow and immediately the sensation overwhelms me. I don't know where all of this water is going to go, and if I can hold it all in, in front of this handsome young doctor... "Don't be scared, I'll make it feel better..." With the nozzle still lodged in my ass and the warm water flowing into my bowels, I feel him start to gently caress my wet pussy lips with his gloved finger. I gasp. The sensations are overwhelming and confusing. My asshole feels full, and my bowels are cramping, but my pussy is dripping and spasming, begging for his touch. He says nothing but I can hear his breathing as he gently glides and rubs his fingers over my clit and my swelling lips. Occasionally, he dips his finger into my pussy and spreads my juice over my clit. "You're so wet..." he moans. He jumps as the door opens. Doctor Slater enters with a large metal device. It looks a little like a chair but I have no idea what it is or what it does. Dr. Rowan removes his fingers from my pussy and takes the device from him and begins setting it up, while I'm lying there, ass-up, bowels slowly filling with liquid, helpless for what's about to come next... To Be Continued. In the Examination Room Ch. 02 This is Chapter 2 in this series. For Chapter one, please visit: http://www.literotica.com/s/in-the-examination-room-ch-01 ----------------------------------------- "Ah, excellent, I see Dr. Rowan has started your enema," Dr. Slater states, studying my prone form. I'm only about two minutes into my first enema, but already my bowels feel distended and full. I'm sweating and feeling totally exposed, as I kneel on the examination table, my naked ass in the air, the long plastic tube snaking between my cheeks. "Perhaps, while we wait for the water to run its course, so to speak, I can ask you a few questions?" Dr. Slater picks up a clipboard from the counter with an immaculately manicured hand, and turns to face me. I managed to stammer out a reply. "Y-y-yes. Sure. That's fine." "Very good. Dr. Rowan is just setting up some equipment for me for the next part of the exam, so while he's doing that, we can chat." The skin around his blue eyes wrinkles as he smiles warmly at me over the clipboard. He props his lean body up against the counter. "I just need some information for your file. Now, it says here that you were referred to us by Rocco Calabrese... is that right?" I nod. Rocco used to work as a bouncer for The Satin Lounge, the club where I used to dance. He was always really sweet to me, and took care of me when I had to leave work. "Ah, yes. Rocco has referred a number of young ladies to me over the years. He has been a tremendous help to the Institute. He said that your name is Tallulah Adams. Is that your full legal name?" I bite my lip. "Actually Tallulah is more of a stage name." "So you're an actress?" Dr. Slater asks innocently. "Um, no... actually. I was an exotic dancer," I admit. "No one has called me by my real name in years." "So what is your legal name, my dear?" "Mary. Mary Elizabeth Adams." "I'll call you Mary, then, if that's okay," he says. "It's a very sweet name." "My boss at The Satin Lounge said it reminded him of the Virgin Mary, that it would put off the customers." "It suits you," he states as he writes my name on the clipboard. He smiles at me. "So you work at The Satin Lounge I gather?" "I used to. I don't anymore." "I see. So where are you currently employed?" "Um... I'm not. I don't have a job at the moment." Sweat forms on my upper lip while I try not to concentrate on my clenching bowels as they slowly fill with the warm solution. "I'll write 'currently unemployed'. And how old are you, Mary?" "I just turned twenty-- two weeks ago." "And the exact date of your birth?" The cramping in my abdomen increases. I feel dizzy. "Um, November 12. 1994." "Excellent. Dr. Rowan was born on the 11th of November, weren't you, Dr. Rowan?" Dr. Slater says, referring to his younger colleague. Dr. Rowan lifts his head from attaching some wires to the complex machinery and looks at me. "Yes, yes that's right," he says and smiles, "but before 1994, I can assure you." I study his handsome face, the sandy brown hair that keeps falling in his grey eyes. The hard jaw, and curved lips. He couldn't be that much older than thirty, surely. Suddenly, the cramping intensifies. "Dr. Slater? I'm sorry, but how much longer...?" I beg. I'm overcome with the immediate need to expel the watery contents of my bowels. Dr. Slater walks over to the rubber enema bag, hanging from the pole next to the examination table. "Shouldn't be too much longer, my dear. Try to relax." He massages my lower back gently. "Let's get you onto your side." Dr. Rowan comes to the table and helps me to roll onto my side. "Almost there," Dr. Slater says, compressing the bag, helping to empty the last of the solution down the tube and into my anus. My insides gurgle and cramp as my colon swells to accommodate the warm liquid. "There we go," he says, clamping the tube. He snaps a fresh latex glove over his hand then inserts two fingers between my asscheeks. He begins to extract the tapered nozzle from my rectum. "Lift your leg slightly," he instructs me, "That's a good girl... Now I want you to keep your bottom tightly closed for me, Mary. I'm going to slowly pull the nozzle out and I want you to hold the solution in, and don't let go as I do so." I feel the lubricated nozzle slide slowly out of my clenching anus. I feel a small amount of liquid seep out of my asshole. I clench my bottom shut, willing the liquid to stay in a few seconds longer. "Good, good my dear. All out." I look around the room wondering where the door to the toilet is. Wherever it is, I'm praying I can make it in time. Dr. Slater presses a gloved hand into my tummy, massaging and palpating my distended abdomen. I moan involuntarily. I feel like I'm about to explode. "A few more moments, my dear. I'm just making sure the water is going nice and high. We want to make sure we clean you out good and properly the first time... Avoids a second time. Excellent." Dr. Slater removes his glove and walks to the clipboard, then makes a few notes. "Now, Mary there's a toilet behind that screen. You may go empty your bowels now." I look at Dr. Rowan and Dr. Slater helplessly. They want me to go to the bathroom in front of them? Dr. Rowan senses my panic, as he helps me off of the table. "We can leave the room to give you some privacy, if you would prefer--" "No need to be embarrassed, my dear. We're doctors and this is a natural process for us." Dr. Slater assures me. "That's right, Mary, no need to be embarrassed," Dr. Rowan echoes the older Doctor as he helps me walk to the privacy screen in the corner of the room. "Thank you," I say as I make it to the screen. I'm wretchedly uncomfortable and at this point I care more about expelling the water from my bowels than any modesty I could have. The toilet is more like a plastic chair with a hole in the seat, and a large bucket placed underneath. I feel my insides cramping and swirling and I don't have time to protest. I make it to the chair just in time and as soon as I sit over the bucket, my muscles gives way, the floodgates open and a torrent of warm liquid gushes out of my open asshole. I'm sweating and moaning as I expel more and more of the warm solution than I thought possible. The acrid stench of fecal matter fills the air and I'm horribly ashamed. I wish I could hide but instead I sit on the pot helplessly, straining to empty the liquid from my exhausted bowels. Finally, I hear Dr. Slater's voice over the screen. "Mary," he says, "when you have finished, you will find a wet cloth on the counter to your left. Please clean yourself with the cloth and then place it in the can below the counter. Then you may put on the robe hanging on the peg and join us next door." I hear the door to the exam room open and hear the two doctors exit. I exhale a sigh of relief and then push the remaining liquid out into the full bucket. When I finally am able to pull myself to standing, I clean my sore asshole with the wet cloth. I see the thin cotton robe hanging on a peg behind the screen and I slip it on. It fits perfectly. I gingerly make my my way out of the exam room and tiptoe barefoot down the hallway until I see a door marked "Office". I knock on the heavy wood door. "Come in," Dr. Slater calls out to me as Dr. Rowan holds the door open for me. "Have a seat right here." He gestures to a leather chair across from him, as he sits at his desk, a pile of notes and my open file in front of him. Dr. Rowan sits in the chair beside me. "Now, my dear," Dr. Slater says pleasantly, turning his attention to me, "How are you feeling, Mary?" "Alright, I suppose," I answer, "My insides feel a little gurgly." "That's quite normal, especially for your first enema. The sensation will pass shortly. I need to ask you a few more questions, is that alright?" "Yes, absolutely," I answer. Now that my intestines weren't cramping and filled with water, I felt a lot more calm about focusing on Dr. Slater's questions. "Very good. Are your parents living?" "No. No they died when I was seven. In an accident. My uncle was my legal guardian." "I'm so sorry," he says sympathetically. "And is he still living? Your uncle?" "I wouldn't know," I reply. "I haven't seen him in about four years." "I see..." Dr. Slater scribbles some notes on a large legal pad. "Is there any particular reason for that, my dear?" "He wasn't a good man," I say, my voice shaking a little. I don't like talking about my uncle. "He was mean to me." "Did he hit you, Mary? Did he touch you?" "He hurt me very badly," I say pointedly, not wanting to go into further detail. I can feel both men staring at me, studying my face. "I ran away when I was sixteen. I've been on my own ever since." "Working at the Satin Lounge?" he asks. He has a kind sympathetic smile. "Yes," I reply, a little ashamed. "And why did you leave?" he asks. "One of the bartenders tried to... he was always touching me inappropriately. I had to leave." I blurt out. "You poor thing," Dr. Slater, leans forward in his seat. "And where are you currently living?" "I'm sort of... in between places," I admit, ashamed, "When I left my job I couldn't make rent. I've been sleeping on my friend's couch trying to find work." "I see. And did Rocco send you to us to help you out?" "Yes," I say, "he said you might be able get me some work." "That's very true, Mary. Rocco is right: we might very well be able to help you out." Dr. Slater smiles at me. I exhale a huge sigh of relief. "Do you know what kind of place this is, Mary?" "The sign said 'Fertility Research Institute'... is that right?" I ask. "Very good. Do you know what kind of work we do here?" "No, sir," I shake my head. "We study the science of human fertility: human conception, gestation, birth, and of course, sexuality. Now, we have one of the top laboratories and research facilities in the country and that is because we have a very unique approach to conducting research. Dr. Rowan and myself, we conduct, test and run all of our experiments here in this building. And we pride ourselves on having a very personal relationship with all of our research subjects." "Oh." I reply. "I don't know that much about science, I'm afraid." "That's alright, my dear, you don't have to," Dr. Slater replies warmly. "Now, Mary, from the tests we've conducted so far, you seem like an ideal candidate for what we are looking for." "Really?" I say hopefully. My head swims at the prospect of being employed, being able to afford groceries and rent. "Yes, you happen to be quite ideal. Now I am going to tell you what we are prepared to offer you, and what you must do in return, should you accept our offer. Does that sound alright?" "Yes, absolutely," I reply happily. "Mary, if you should accept our offer, we will house you here at our brownstone. You will have your own private room, of course, three meals a day prepared for you, and access to our library, fitness area and garden. All we ask in return is your participation in a new fertility experiment we are conducting. We think you would be the perfect candidate. This experiment would entail submitting your body to regular tests and experiments, and most importantly, insemination." "Insemination?" I squeak. I'm pretty sure I know what that means but I need to make sure. "Yes. The procedure of introducing semen into your womb during the fertile week of your cycle. The hope is that this insemination will result in pregnancy, which shall be carried to term." "You want to get me pregnant? How? With who?" all of this is happening very quickly. "Don't fear, we use only the most excellent sperm donors," Dr. Slater assures me, "Now should you become pregnant, we will care for you here in our state of the art facility, we will cover all medical costs for you and the baby, we will do all of the testing and deliver the baby when it's time, and what's more, for every week you are pregnant, we will pay you $10,000, with a $100,000 bonus upon delivery of a healthy baby." "100,000???" I exclaim. This is all happening so quickly. Pregnancy? A baby? "And $10,000 per week," Dr. Slater clarifies. "That means for a full-term baby, you could earn up to half a million dollars. You could afford to raise your child without worrying and you would be doing a great service to science." Various thoughts swim in my head. On one hand, I never imagined myself having a baby at age twenty. I can't afford to feed and clothe myself, let alone a child. On the other hand, if I do agree to stay here and have a baby, I wouldn't have to worry about rent or food or working some terrible fast food job... I would never have to worry about money again. "So you would take care of everything...?" I inquire. I have to make sure. Dr. Rowan smiles at me warmly. Something about his smile makes me feel I can trust him. "Everything: we will house you, feed you, pay you, and take care of you like you were my own daughter." Dr. Slater assures me. I've never been given a chance like this: an orphan at 7, victim of abuse by my only living relative, a runaway and a high school dropout by age 16, a stripper in a cheap club for four long years... no education, no health insurance, no savings account, no family to speak of... This could be the opportunity of a lifetime, the answer to all my prayers... The handsome doctors look at me, expectantly. "Okay, yes, I'll do it," I agree. "Wonderful!" Dr. Slater exclaims, "We're thrilled to have you on board, Mary. We have much to do, and we'll get started right away, as soon as I have you sign some of the paperwork. Dr. Rowan, can you proceed with the set up? You have your instructions clear?" He asks the younger doctor cryptically. "Yes, sir," Dr. Rowan answers and goes to the door. "Oh, and after you have finished processing the sample, hook up electrodes 2 and 4, please." Dr. Rowan nods, smiles at me and exits the office, closing the door behind him. "Now, Mary, I'll just have you sign here, and here, next to the x." Dr. Slater slides an official looking document in front of me and holds out a pen. "Please read it, before you sign it. I'll wait." I scan the document. It's all legal mumbo-jumbo... English was my best subject in high school before I ran away but this doesn't even seem like English... "Entity affirms upon receipt of viable fetus..." "Subject agrees to withhold legal mitigation in the event of..." My head starts swimming. Dr. Slater must sense my confusion. "The contract simply states everything that I just told you: that we will pay you and take care of you while you are under our supervision here at the Institute, and that you must comply with all of our instructions and regulations while under our care. It's a standard contract, I assure you." Dr. Slater smiles at me kindly. I take the pen and sign my name: Mary Adams. I write the date: December 1. It's done. "Wonderful," Dr. Slater says as he rises from his desk," Come with me now, back into the examination room. Dr. Rowan should be ready for our next bit of testing." I follow him down the hallway again, I study the rich mahogany paneled walls... this place is going to be my home now. I can hardly believe it. He holds the door to the examination room open for me and then closes the door behind us. Dr. Rowan is fiddling with some wires attached to a large device that almost looks like a dentist's chair. "Now, while Dr. Rowan is finishing up over there, I need to take some more vital statistics. Please hand me your robe, Mary." I take off my robe and stand naked in the harsh fluorescent lights. "Come here please, and stand against the wall. That's a girl, stand up straight." He records my height: 5' 6". "Now hop up on the scale, please: very good, 126 pounds." He takes a measuring band out of a drawer and measures around my hips. "40 inches... Excellent. Now your waist, dear... 28 inches. Your proportions are ideal for child-bearing, my dear. You have a perfectly shaped pelvis." "...Thank you," I say. It's the strangest compliment I've ever received. Dr. Slater stretches the tape around my breasts. "36 inches. Wonderful. It's thrilling to encounter such perfect natural breasts," Dr. Slater beams, "And a lucky thing for you, too. Some of the other girls Rocco sent to us had breast augmentation which, sadly, disqualified them from participating in our study." It's true: Tony, my boss at the Satin Lounge was always pressuring the girls to get bigger boobs. If he liked you enough, sometimes he offered to pay for them. I wondered how long I would have lasted there before caving in to his pressure... "Now we're going to need to take a blood sample to do full genetic testing. Have a seat on the table." He pulls a fresh sheet of paper over the leather table and pats the surface. I climb up and sit on the edge of the examination table. Dr. Slater brings over a tray with a rubber band, many vials, a needle, disinfectant and cotton guaze. He ties the band around my arm and finds my vein. I wince as he inserts the needle. I try not to watch as the red liquid filled the vials. "That should do nicely," he says, withdrawing the needle from my arm. "Now press down firmly," he instructs me, holding a gauze pad to my arm and pushing down on it. I take over for him and he whisks the tray away. He comes back and peels the gauze away. The bleeding has stopped. "Ah, that's looking much better," he says, and covers the spot with a bandage. He throws away the gauze and then brings another larger vial to the table and a gauze pad, soaked in liquid. "Now open your legs for me, Mary... that's a good girl." I scooch back on the table and perch my feet at the edge opening my thighs open to his gaze. He takes the wet gauze and wipes along the length of my pink gash. He is thorough as he swabs between the pink lips and all the way down to my asshole. "I'm grateful you have gotten rid of the hair on your vulva, it saves us the time of having to shave you ourselves," he states. For some reason I'm both relieved but also slightly disappointed. As embarrassing as it is, I think a part of me would have enjoyed the doctor's strong gentle hands shaving my delicate nether lips... "What is that?" I ask. I can feel the surface of my skin tingle slightly where the gauze has touched. "Just disinfectant, my dear. We have to make sure the urine sample isn't contaminated in any way. Now please go behind the screen and fill this jar for us." He hands me a small container with "Adams, Mary" written on it. I hop off the table and go behind the screen again. Much to my surprise the bucket where I emptied my enema is gone and a fresh bucket has been set in its place. I squat over the seat and part my pussy lips with my fingers, aiming the small container directly underneath the stream of piss. I fill the vial in no time, and let my remaining piss flow into the bucket, careful not to make a mess. I screw the top on the vial and then hand it to Dr. Slater. "Wonderful, thank you. I think we're all set, aren't we, Dr. Rowan?" Dr. Slater asks his younger colleague. "Yes, yes we are. You can have a seat here, Mary." I shiver when Dr. Rowan says my name. It's been years since anyone has called me by my given name and something about the way this handsome doctors says it warms my heart a little. He holds out his hand and helps me into this vinyl cushioned chair, which looks like it's been tipped back into a reclining position. I lay back and he lifts each of my legs gently and places them into padded stirrups. He gently lifts my long black hair away from my neck with his fingers, and places my head against the cushion. In this position I am leaning back at a forty-five degree angle, my thighs splayed, my pussy totally open and exposed. In the Examination Room Ch. 02 "Place your arms against the padded surface, Mary," Dr. Slater instructs me. He and Dr. Rowan begin strapping my arms and legs into place. I feel splayed open and very vulnerable. "What is this machine?" I ask nervously. "It's a meter that measures sexual response. I designed it myself," Dr. Slater answers. "It measures your response to certain stimuli using heat sensors, liquid sensors and electrodes. Dr. Rowan will begin attaching the electrodes now. Mary, now if you can, be a good girl and lift your bottom for me." I lift my bottom off the seat slightly and much to my surprise, Dr. Slater pulls the cushioned seat out of the chair completely. My legs and thighs are still supported by the stirrups and the metal frame of the chair but my whole bottom is now spread open and vulnerable to the Doctors' various procedures. Dr. Rowan squirts some cool gel on each of my hardening nipples and then attaches a small suction cup to each one, a wire running from the end into the panel on the wall. He pulls slightly on each one to test that it is fully attached and the sensation is incredible, like someone is sucking on my nipples. I moan involuntarily. He attaches more electrodes to my neck, abdomen, and chest while Dr. Slater crouches down between my legs, shining a light onto my exposed crotch area. He takes a gloved finger and spreads my lips. Then he slides a finger into my pussy as far as it will go. "Dr. Rowan, prepare the six-inch attachment for channel two." He slides his fingers to my exposed asshole now, and uses them to stretch it apart. "Let's prepare the smallest attachment for channel four." "Twenty gauge?" Dr. Rowan replies. "Yes, that will do." He removes his fingers, takes off his latex glove and stands. I have no idea what to expect next when Dr. Rowan walks over with what appear to be a tray with a jar of lubricant and two dildos with wires running out of them. He places the tray on the examination table and crouches down between my legs. "Don't be nervous, Mary," he says, "I'm going to lubricate these instruments and insert them inside you. They will help us measure your various responses." He dips the bigger of the two instruments into the lubricant and then delicately parts my pussy lips. He slowly slides the plastic shaft into my pussy, fitting it in place so that the flared base extends over my lips. He then repeats the same process for the smaller one. He places the tip of the smaller instrument right at my tight puckered asshole. "Now, push out for me please, Mary, like you are having a bowel movement." I'm totally embarrassed as I push the tight ring of my asshole open for him and the small plastic shank slides slowly home. "Very good," he praises me. He pushes back the hood of my clitoris and attaches another suction cup to the tiny pink bud. He pulls on it to test the latch and a ripple of pleasure runs through my pelvis. "Great, we're all set," he says. He attaches the wires into the board and begins adjusting the dials. "Excellent, we're ready to start. Now, Mary, we're going to begin very simply, by asking you some fairly straightforward questions and then we will progress from there." "Okay," I reply nervously. I'm not sure what is happening to me. "What is your heritage?" "My heritage?" I ask, confused. "Yes, where did your family come from originally? England? Mexico? Poland?" "My mother's family is from Greece. My father's family is a mix. Some Native American. Mostly Scottish and Irish," I reply. Between my long black hair and my blue eyes, my slightly golden skin and my freckled upturned nose people usually have no idea what to make of me. "Excellent. That was just a test question to see if everything's running as it should be. How are we doing, Dr. Rowan?" The younger doctor looks at the paper print out and gives Dr. Slater a thumbs up. "Wonderful we will progress. When was your first orgasm?" Dr. Slater continues. "When I was young," I reply, slightly embarrassed. "About seven or eight?" "And do you remember what brought this on?" he asks. "I would rub myself against my chair..." I say. I feel myself getting slightly wet at the memory... "That's quite normal, my dear. Very healthy. Frottage is a natural way for young girls to discover their clitoris. Now do you find you need clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm?" "Um, yes... usually." I reply. "Do you enjoy receiving cunnilingus?" he asks. "That's when a man uses his tongue to stimulate your vulva." "Yes," I blush. "What about performing fellatio? Do you enjoy performing oral sex on a man's penis?" he asks. "Yes, sometimes," I say. "Are you aroused by having your nipples stimulated? Pinched or sucked on or bitten?" he asks. "Yes," I groan. This conversation is making me aroused. "What about anal intercourse. You mentioned you've never had anal sex... have you ever had a man insert a finger or a toy into your anus as a part of sexual play?" "Um, yes. Once or twice." "Did you enjoy this?" he probes. "I think so. It felt very strange, but I think I liked it." I reply. "Now, Mary, when did you first become sexually active?" I banish thoughts of my Uncle's rough hands grabbing for my young body. "What do you mean?" I ask. "The first time you had sex. When did you lose your virginity?" He clarifies, studying my face and taking notes on his clipboard. "Um... high school?" Jimmy from two trailers over. Backseat of an old abandoned Chevy we found. Two minutes. It hurt. "And did you enjoy this experience?" I think about crouching on all fours while Jimmy mounted me from behind, pushing into my tight hole, humping me roughly for a minute before pulling out and cumming on my ass. "Not really," I reply. "And why not?" he asks. "He hurt me." I reply. Dr. Rowan looks up from the paper readout and stares at me with sad eyes. I look away. Does the machine let him see my thoughts? "I see. And how many sexual partners have you had in total?" I do some quick calculations. It's not uncommon for clients to pay a little extra for a little bonus during their lapdance. My boss usually turned a blind eye if he got a cut of the money. I always used a condom but I'm embarrassed to say I didn't keep track. "I'm sorry, I don't know," I stammer. I feel a hot tear run down my cheek. Dr. Slater comes over to me and gently wipes off my face with a tissue. "That's quite alright, my dear, say no more. We know you were in a particularly cruel line of work and men can be animals. You're quite safe now." He strokes my hair gently and I calm myself slightly. I feel so open and exposed it's hard to stay in control. "We're going to show you a few pictures now and you just have to look at them. You don't have to say anything at all." He walks over to the wall and flicks off the light switch. Then with a remote control he turns on a small overhead projector. It shines a bright white square on the wall in front of me. He presses a button and a picture pops up on the screen of a man's muscular chest and arms. The skin is brown and tanned and the six-pack abs look slightly oiled. I smile, wondering if this is what Dr. Rowan looks like under his lab coat and tie... The picture changes and it is an erect cock... the shaft long and smooth, the head pronounced, the balls round and slightly furred. I feel my pussy getting wetter. Little tingles of electricity tease my nipples in their suction cups. The pictures change again and again. They are pictures of many different couples, men and women engaged in sexual acts. In one photo the woman sucks on the man's cock, groping and fondling his hanging balls while she kneels in front of him. In another the woman lies back, parting her pussy lips with her fingers while the man crouches between her legs and licks her swollen clitoris. Men and women fucking in various positions: her riding him, missionary, doggystyle, each one making me feel more and more aroused. I can feel my pussy and asshole spasm around the plastic machinery. My clit is throbbing and my nipples feel like hard little bullets. All of a sudden my pussy clenches down in orgasm, expelling the plastic attachments in my pussy and asshole, sending them flying from my churning holes and onto the floor. The machine beeps. Dr. Slater turns off the projector and flicks on the light. "Excellent, Mary, this has been a really productive session." Dr. Slater says kindly as he begins helping Dr. Rowan unhook me from the various wires. He kneels in front of my still pulsing vulva and studies the red, swollen wet lips. He wipes me firmly with a clean cloth, soaking up my natural lubrication, my sensitive clitoris tremors as he brushes it with the cloth. He helps me up and out of the chair. "You must be hungry, my dear," he says, "Don't worry we will get you to your room shortly and send up a tray of lunch. We have to study your chart for a bit. You can eat and rest a while before the next procedure." He hands me my robe and gestures for me to follow him, leaving the younger Doctor to put away the machine. I follow him down the hallway, through the waiting room and up a large spiral staircase. At the top of the stairs, at the end of a corridor is my room. He opens the door and shows me inside. I practically gasp as I see the room that's meant to be mine. It's clean and bright, with a fluffy single brass bed and a window that looks out onto a snowy, peaceful garden. I've never stayed in a place this nice. "This is my room?" I ask, tears threatening to well up in my eyes. "Yes, Mary, it's all yours," Dr. Slater replies, smiling warmly. I could hug him, but I control myself. "Thank you," is the best I can whisper, as he shuts the door, leaving me a few moments of solitude to process my incredible change in fate. ********** "Mary... Mary..." I feel some one gently shaking my arm as I stretch slowly and open my eyes. Dr. Rowan, his sandy hair tucked behind his ear, is staring down at me with a concerned smile. "I must have dozed off..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I feel so cozy and happy wrapped in the soft cotton robe and lying on the soft fluffy bed. I feel like I'm laying in a marshmallow. "How are you feeling?" he asks, helping me to sit up. "Wonderful," I reply, smiling. I haven't felt this rested in ages. "That's great," he smiles. "We wanted to let you get your rest. But Dr. Slater is ready for you now. If you'll follow me, I'll take you down to the lab." I follow Dr. Rowan down the stairs and along the wood-paneled corridor, studying his broad muscular shoulders. I don't see a ring on his finger, but a doctor that nice and good-looking must have a girlfriend... Instead of entering the Examination Room again we take a sharp left and enter through a door that is labeled "laboratory". In the center of the room there is a large apparatus on the table that looks like a leather bolster and half of a cage structure with lots of metal gears attached to it. Behind it, Dr. Slater is attaching what looks like a leather holster to one of the arms of the machinery. "Ah, welcome to our laboratory, Mary," he says upon seeing me, "I trust you enjoyed your rest, my dear?" "Yes, thank you," I say, studying the giant apparatus. "Do I have to do more testing?" "Have a seat, Mary," Dr. Slater gestures to the table and helps me up onto it. "We've run all of your lab work this morning and I'm really pleased to say that not only are you a perfect candidate for our fertility study, but you happen to be ovulating at this exact moment. Now our window of opportunity is very small, so while you've had a long day and I want to let you rest, I think it's best to start a round of insemination before we've lost the opportunity." "You mean... now?" I ask. My heart feels like it's dropped into my stomach. "Yes, now. And then you can rest for the whole day, I promise." He smiles at me. "Please get the sample from the cooler, Dr. Rowan," he says to the young doctor who walks to the corner and opens the metal door to a small fridge. He pulls out a plastic container and brings it to the table and places it on the prep tray. "Now, Mary, this machine is my very own invention. We call it 'The Bull' and it is the most effective insemination device existing in the world today. The Bull was created taking into consideration the ideal positioning, angles, temperature and external stimuli, needed to fertilize a human egg. Every piece of this machine is customizable according to your own specific measurements: the width of your hips, the depth and width of your vaginal canal, the exact timing of your cycle. It's quite the beauty..." he strokes the leather on the large bolster, patting it affectionately. "Today you will have your first session with The Bull." I gulp, staring at the huge machine. I can barely tell how it works. I'm a little intimidated. I can feel my palms sweat. "Remove your robe, please, Mary, and hand it to Dr. Rowan." I remove my cotton robe and hand it bashfully to Dr. Rowan. I stand naked again in front of the two doctors. "Now I will explain how everything works in due time so you won't be too apprehensive," Dr. Slater says calmly, "but now I need you to hop up on the table and kneel on the leather step there." He helps me up onto the table and I kneel on the small leather step behind the large bolster. "Very good," Dr. Slater praises me, "Now drape your lower body over the leather bolster, please. Make sure it is flush against your pelvis." The leather bolster resembles some kind of gymnastics vault, only smaller. I drape myself over the bolster letting my upper body hang over the other side. Dr. Slater attaches a belt around my hips and straps me in place firmly. "Now make a pillow with your hands on the ledge here and rest your chin on top, please." I rest my arms and head as he tells me, my breasts dangle free in the space below. "Dr. Rowan you may raise the bolster." Dr. Rowan presses a button on the control panel behind me and I feel the bolster moving up slowly, raising my ass high in the air. Dr. Slater climbs up on the table with me and begins fiddling with the machinery near my upturned ass. He holds up the plastic jar. "Mary, this is one of our excellent sperm samples. We only use the most genetically superior sperm." I study the jar and its contents: about a cup of milky male ejaculate, which he extracts from the container with an empty syringe. Next, he holds up what looks like a clear hollow mold of a male penis and balls and shows it to me. "And this is one of our injectors, which we will be using today to implant the sperm into your womb." He depresses the syringe into an opening in the testicles, filling them with the white liquid. He then attaches it to the leather holster behind me. "Now, we don't like to use artificial lubrication for this process as it could interfere with the sperm's motility, so we're going to try to help you produce your own. I feel Dr. Rowan below me, attaching my nipples to two large plastic suction cups. Behind me, Dr. Slater places something up against my clitoris. He gets down off of the table and watches from below while Dr. Rowan goes back to the control panel. "Turn on channels 5 and 6 to low, please." The machine whirrs and all of a sudden I feel gentle pulling on my nipples, my breasts are being nursed and sucked on like two hanging udders. I groan a little. "Channel 1 on to low as well, Dr. Rowan." I feel the machinery begins to slowly snake back and forth on my clitoris. The surface feels firm but pliable like a tongue lapping steadily at my clit. I shudder. "Visual Stimulation please," Dr. Slater says, and in front of me a silent film begins playing of a man licking and lapping at a woman's spread pussy from behind as she kneels on all fours, presenting her ass to him. The man is built and handsome with an all-American face, a bit like Dr. Rowan. I feel the delicious sensation of the rubber tongue lapping at my pussy and I indulge myself in a little fantasy, imagining it's Dr. Rowan's tongue sucking and nibbling at my sensitive clit... "Very good, my dear," I hear Dr. Slater say. He climbs back on the table and studies my pink pussy, now juicing like mad under his machine's stimulation. He runs a gloved finger between my lips and rubs his fingers together studying the clear liquid. "This is quite excellent. I think you're ready for insertion." He turns a crank and slowly I feel something hard and long pushing at the entrance of my sex. "Open up, my dear," he says. I feel the clear plastic cock enter my vaginal opening and I moan. Dr. Slater climbs off the table again. "Begin Channel 2 simulator," he instructs Dr. Rowan and slowly the screen changes to the man feeding his cock into the woman's waiting pussy from behind. As he starts fucking her doggy style and pulling on her dangling tits, the cock in my pussy starts fucking in and out gently, the suction cups on my nipples pull a little harder. While the cock fucks in and out of my slippery hole, the tongue attachment continues its gentle but steady snaking motion on my swollen clit. I groan, my senses overloading. I notice the man in the movie grip the woman's hips as he slides in and out of her juicing pussy, and then I feel slight pressure on my hips as well, the sides of the bolser gripping my hips as the plastic cock pistons in and out of my frothing hole. The man begins to hump her hard and fast, and the machine speeds up as well. I watch the man's heavy balls bang against her clit as he fucks her, and I can feel the reverberations in my own clit. I feel like a cow being mounted by a prize bull, fucked and inseminated by his hard cock and bulging balls. I'm in total ecstasy. The constant sucking on my sensitive nipples, the rubbing against my clit, the cock fucking in and out of my squelching pussy and the visual stimulation of the all-american stud fucking his woman doggystyle send me over the edge. I shudder and moan, and when I cum I see stars. Just then on the screen, the movie changes and shows a man ejaculating, thick ropes of white sperm shoot out of his swollen cock over and over again. I feel something compress behind me and then what feels like a gallon of liquid gushes out of the plastic cock and floods my fertile pussy. I shudder through my climax, my womb contracting and pulsing, sucking the sperm inside me, filling me up. "Good girl," Dr. Slater coos, coming towards me. I'm panting and flushed, the plastic cock still spurting its thick load into my squirming pussy. I feel the sucking on my nipples and the rubbing on my clit diminish to a gentle throb. "Very good girl... now I want you to visualize the mouth of your womb opening up and sucking in all of that sperm. Good... picture it swimming towards your egg and penetrating the surface. Think about all of that sperm impregnating you, filling you up, making you full, heavy with child... Good girl." The movie on the screen has changed and it shows sperm fighting their way into an egg, struggling to be the first to fertilize it. "Now, I want you to remain in that position for a half an hour, Mary. Keep your bottom up. We need to make sure the sperm can swim easily up to your ovaries. The insertion piece will remain inside you like a plug so none of the sperm can leak out. Try and make yourself comfortable." I rest my head on my hands. "If you can handle it, we'd like to keep the clitoral stimulation continuous. If you experience any more orgasms it is even more helpful in transporting the sperm to where they need to go." "Yes, that's fine," I moan. The plastic tongue laps at my clit and I shudder in another small orgasm. "That's excellent, Mary," Dr. Slater says. I shudder through about eight more orgasms like that until I lose count. My ass up in the air, my pussy filled and plugged, sperm swimming inside me. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the machine slows to a stop and the plastic cock is pulled from my sloppy sex with a slurp. In the Examination Room Ch. 02 "Stay there, Mary, Dr. Rowan will help you down." I feel Dr. Rowan's strong hands unbuckling the belt around my hips and he helps me up to my knees. "Can you walk?" he asks. I shake my head. I can barely move, my legs feel like jelly. I feel him lift me up in his strong arms and carry me from the room and down the hallway. He carries my naked quivering body up the stairs and gently lays me on the bed. He pulls the sheets away and places a soft pillow underneath my hips, then he tucks me in and kisses my forehead gently. I can barely keep my eyes open. "Rest now, Mary," he says tenderly, "You did a beautiful job, today." He closes the door to my room quietly and leaves me to rest. When I drift off to sleep, I dream of bulls and cows rutting in the fields.