4 comments/ 79540 views/ 19 favorites Not So Routine Examination By: JustaSCOUNDREL The tall blond woman barged through the door into the Doctor's office as though she owned the place. Her eyes swept the room and ended looking at a small Hispanic woman seated at the receptionist's desk. She strode to the desk and announced, "I am Mrs. Margret Burns and I am here for my appointment with Dr. Michaels, when may I expect him to attend me?" She ignored the fact she was no longer a Mrs. and hadn't been for several years. She felt the title of Mrs. gave her some additional importance. The seated Latina looked startled and said. "I'm sorry, lady, but the office is closed for the day. You'll have come back some other time." Mrs. Burns drew herself up to her full 5'9" height, 5'11" with today's heels. "I have been waiting for over three weeks to be seen by Dr. Michaels. I am only..." she glanced at her watch, "only 15 minutes late." Just then her gaze fell on a tall thickly built man walking through the back office. "Dr. Michaels? Dr. Michaels I am here to be seen by you. I have been waiting to see you for a long time and I demand you attend to me now!" The man walked to the desk. "Miss, I am sorry but the office is officially closed. You'll have to contact them on Monday. That's the best I can do for you. Sorry." He swore he could see flames coming from the tall blonde's eyes. "Damn it, Doctor, if this is the way you run your business I am surprised you have any patients at all! If you refuse to see me I will report you the BBB and the AMA and anyone else I can think of." Dr. Michaels was startled. "Miss, please have a seat and..." Mrs. Burns interrupted, "No, damn it! I am not just some anonymous Miss. I am Mrs. Margret Burns and I'll thank you to remember my name, Doctor." He raised his eyebrows. "Mrs. Burns, I will most certainly remember your name. I apologize but we were not expecting you. An error on the part of my office staff perhaps, and I will address that issue. Now, please have a seat while I speak with my nurse and we will get everything ready. It should only be a few minutes or so." Mrs. Burns snorted and sat down. Dr. Michaels pulled the nurse aside and begin talking to her. She could not hear the words but it looked like the doctor was trying to convince the nurse of something and she kept shaking her head no. Finally the nurse shrugged her shoulders, nodded in the affirmative and walked out of sight. Mrs. Burns was pleased with the effect she had on the doctor and nurse. At work she insisted on being addressed as Mrs. Burns although she was well aware she was referred to as MB when out of ear-shot; and sometimes as BM, as in Bitch Margret. It really did not bother her as long as her staff knew she was in charge, and she made sure they damn well did. In a surprisingly short time the nurse came for her and led her into an exam room. She was given a paper gown and told to strip and put the gown on opening in the front and not to bother with the ties. The nurse told her the doctor would be with her shortly as she left the room. MB stripped off her business suit, white blouse, bra, and panties and slipped into the paper gown. She hated this part; the waiting, knowing she would soon be spread on the table, open, exposed, seemingly available. Margret shivered with that thought; with the idea of a man sitting between her open legs--looking, fingering and doing gawd knows what to her most intimate parts. Testing, prodding, and pushing his fingers inside her, manipulating her most special place. Margret shivered again at the thought and felt herself getting wet. Damn, she thought, that's the worst part, the most embarrassing part. She didn't understand why but she got wet, not damp, but dripping almost gushing wet. She hated her body, especially when the nurse had to put those blue things under her to catch her female drippings and keep them off the floor. She could feel the heat rising from her chest, up her neck, and across her face. At last there was a light tap on the door and Dr. Michaels, in a long white lab coat, and the nurse walked in. "So, Mrs. Burns, is there a special problem, or is this simply a routine exam?" MB felt her face flush even deeper red. "Well maybe a combination of both." The doctor gave a deep sigh. "Mrs. Burns, I can't help you unless you are more forthcoming. You need to be totally honest with me. After all, I am a physician. There is nothing you can tell me I haven't heard before. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We all have our own special needs." MB took several deep breaths and steeled herself. After all, these were medical professionals. "Dr. Michaels I have no problem reaching orgasm. My problem is they are small and not very satisfying; not as strong as what I need or deserve. They are not enough to really satisfy me. It's rather like watching a movie preview and never seeing the entire picture. My orgasms are more like a tease then what I really need. Does that make sense, Doctor?" "It makes perfect sense, Mrs. Burns. I need to ask you some very personal questions about your lovemaking. I know they may seem very intrusive, but they are important to determine the proper treatment to resolve your problem." MB nodded. "Yes, Doctor, I understand. I'll answer the best I can." "Mrs. Burns, how often do you have sex?" "Not very often Doctor, understand it is certainly not from a lack of very willing male attention. It is just that I am very choosy about whom I allow in my bed." Dr. Michaels shook his head. "Mrs. Burns." Suddenly his faint German accent was more pronounced and his tone more demanding. "I really care very little, if at all, about whom, why, or when you decide to allow in your bed. Now answer the question; exactly how frequently or infrequently do you have sex?" MB couldn't believe his tone or attitude and she would not put up with it. "Doctor, I will not be spoken to in that tone or by someone with your attitude! I am, after all, paying you." Dr. Michaels stood and stripped off his gloves. "You are not paying me. This appointment is finished. There will be no charge. Get dressed and leave the premises." As he turned to leave, she suddenly realized this was the only doctor who had paid attention to her complaint and seemed to imply he had a treatment for her. Then she thought about how long she had waited to see him and just knew he would never see her again. "Oh please forgive me Dr. Michaels! My job is hard and demanding, and I sometimes forget to leave my work attitude at work. I am truly sorry. Please continue my examination. I promise to cooperate fully." The doctor looked at her with hard eyes for several long seconds. "Very well, do not forget!" He re-gloved and looked at her. "The question," he demanded. "Perhaps once a month and sometimes less," She responded "Good." He grunted. "Do you masturbate between times?" "Yes Doctor." MB replied. Admitting she masturbated, even to a doctor, was humiliating. She could feel her wetness running out of her and flowing down the crack of her ass, and she blushed even more knowing it was puddling on the table. "How often?" was his next abrupt question. Oh gawd, she thought, she couldn't tell him the truth. He noticed her hesitation. "Only the truth Mrs. Burns, if you are not truthful I may not be able you help you." MB moaned to herself. "Every day, Doctor." As she spoke the image of her favorite masturbation toy flashed to her mind. Gawd she loved her Hitachi Magic Wand. Her orgasms were incredible. With that image she moaned aloud, and she gushed. "Only once a day?" the doctor queried. MB shuddered as she answered. "No, sometimes several times depending how stressful the day is or was." "Do you use toys when you play with yourself?" MB wondered at the change of terminology but his demeanor, commanding presence and German accent would not allow her to question him. "Yes Doctor, I have several different ones I use." Damn, she thought, I hate my body as she gushed and more of her wetness ran down the crack of her ass. She noted Dr. Michaels was breathing deeper and his huge chest was rising and falling with each breath. She remembered what he looked like with just his slacks and a light knit pull-over on. Gawd, he was so big and thick! His upper arms were massive; his forearms were covered in thick ropes of muscles ending in big hands with long thick fingers. In her mind's eye she could see his chest; not bulging but thick slabs of muscle meeting, overlaying each other, slipping smoothly over and under each other, rippling his smooth skin. She shook her head to clear the image or she felt she might cum without even being touched. She hated her mind so much. She hated her lower middle class upbringing. Hated that she could not shake the words she had learned from her friends and the boys that she dated. Hated that all the hard work she had done to improve her life and the way she thought went out the window when she was excited or angry. She knew she didn't have a cunt or a pussy, she had a vagina. She did not have tits or boobs, she had breasts. She knew she didn't have an ass or booty, she had a derriere. She didn't cum she had orgasms. All the things she had worked so hard for evaporated when she was horny. See there it was again. Not excited or aroused but horny, her cunt ached for a cock, her tits needed to be squeezed and slapped, and her nipples needed to be bitten. Her ass ached to be slapped, spanked, even whipped, and most certainly fucked. Oh gawd, the thought of this hulk of a man behind her while she knelt with her head down and her ass up waiting for him to take her was exciting beyond belief. Her treacherous snatch begged her to entice this hulk to wrestle her to the ground, rip her clothes off, and to... No! No, she could not think that way, she would not allow herself to think that way. She'd... "Mrs. Burns, answer my question." The accented voice demanded. "I-I'm sorry, Doctor, please repeat your question." "Since you seem rather disinterested in my questions, I will proceed with my physical examination. Please move down until your ass is at the edge of the table. Nurse Gabby, assist Mrs. Burns." MB noticed that the harder he breathed, the thicker his accent became. She wondered what he would sound like after he had ripped her clothes off and was pounding his strong body violently between her legs with his thick cock. No, no she wrenched her mind out of that gutter. She could never allow anyone to see, much less feel, what a needy... No, she told herself, not there either. She refused to allow her mind to dwell in her fantasy world and forced her thoughts back to the present. Dr. Michaels was opening the top of her paper gown exposing her heavy breasts to his gaze and to that of the nurse. The thought of these two strangers seeing her naked tits, tits with nips so hard they ached, humiliated and excited her. She moaned her need deep in her throat. Nurse Gabby helped her slide down so her ass was on the edge of the table. Then the nurse called loudly. "Doctor, this slut is so wet she has a puddle under her ass! I need some chucks." The Doctor took one look. "For God's sake, Gabby, get the post-surgical ones, the extra thick ones, before her leaky cunt drips all over the floor, and the cleaners have to work all night to clean it up and get her smell out of the room." The nurse returned with three of the hated blue pads to absorb what her treacherous body produced. Once the pads were placed, Gabby wiped her semi dry and seemed to spend much too long cleaning her. Damn, it felt good even though she knew enjoying a woman's touch was wrong. Once she was in place and semi-clean again, the Doctor took her leg and placed it in a stirrup, using what felt like a Velcro strap to hold it in there. MB started to protest. The doctor grabbed her jaw just like her daddy had when she talked too much as a child. "Mrs. Burns, you von't talk vhen I vant you to and you talk vhen I vant you silent. Vaht do I need to do to get your undivided attention?" He gave her head a little shake. (OK reader, enough with the bad German accent. Let your imagination run wild.) MB hated that the nurse called her a slut, it was so unprofessional. She had never been strapped down before, and it frightened her. Still, she could not bring herself to argue with this hulking dominate authority figure. She did not understand why but, she knew she could not. "I'm sorry, Doctor, I'll try harder." Dr. Michaels stroked her hair and said, "You are such a good girl." His words sent a thrill through her body straight to her quim, and she moaned. He ran his fingers slowly across her face, and she felt herself leaking even more. Her mind reverted to when she was so wild in college. I'm so close to cumming, she thought, I just know if he touches my cunt with a single finger I'm gonna cum so hard I'll squirt all over him. Dr. Michaels guided her other foot into the stirrup and strapped it in place. He sat on the stool and she suddenly felt his hot breath directly on her pussy. Please, please, she thought, please blow on my cunt one more time and I'll cum for you like you have never seen before. Please. The doctor scooted back and stood up. "Nurse Gabriella, we will begin the breast exam. You take the right and I'll do the deep exam on her left." MB groaned softly, she was so close. She needed to cum! The nurse gently begin to massage her breast. Her fingers were pressing softly against her needy flesh. The doctor grabbed her tit roughly, groping her pliant flesh harshly. His fingers were pressing deep into her needy tit. Gabby's soft stroking and the Doctor's rough treatment were both sending different but welcome signals to her needy twat. When Nurse Gabby gently ran the palm of her hand over the nipple a jolt of pleasure shot directly to MB's slut hole, and she arched searching for more contact and pleasure. Dr. Michaels quickly called "Stop moving. Can you do nothing correctly? Nurse, please get Dr. Peters to assist with the examination and treatment." Without a word the nurse turned and left the room. MB almost sobbed with frustration. Now there was going to be another person to witness her humiliation. Someone else to see how her nasty body responded against her will to the poking and prodding. She could not help what her body was doing. She was not like this! She was a woman of education and culture, not some horny slut off the street, despite how her body was reacting. She was close to telling them to stop and she would leave. As she gathered her courage to tell this domineering doctor to release her, the door slammed open and a tall blond Adonis stormed into the room. "Mike, what the hell do you want? I was busy as hell doing something important." MB looked between her legs and it dawned on her. This golden god, Dr. Peters, was looking directly between her lewdly spread legs. She could almost feel his eyes burning into her hot, wet, shaved pussy. A flood of humiliation washed over her, and as it did her arousal ratcheted up. She felt so exposed, so unbelievably vulnerable, and totally available. Dr. Michaels responded. "Dr. Peters, Mrs. Burns demanded I provide her a complete gynecological examination. Her major complaint is failure to attain strong deep orgasms: the kind she should have, the kind she deserves. I thought you would be interested in observing or perhaps assisting." Dr. Peters smiled broadly. "Doctor, I am honored you thought of me. I'll gladly provide any assistance you wish. What do you want me to do first?" "Since she seems to be unable to control of her body, we must first restrain her hands." Dr. Michaels said with a chuckle. Both doctors grabbed a hand and held it firmly in place as Nurse Gabby, who had slipped unseen into the room, strapped them tightly to the top of the table. "Shoulders and hips both?" Dr. Peters asked. He got a nod as a reply. Once she was securely restrained with a strap above her tits and another around her broad hips, she got a better look at Dr. Peters. He was tall, broad and handsome in a very Aryan way: blond hair, blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He was almost beautiful except for his eyes. They were not a normal blue, more a pale, washed out blue. MB sensed he was very intelligent with a streak of cruelty. What many would describe as laugh lines around his eyes, MB saw as an affirmation of his cruelty. Dr. Peters was all together a very scary man. He wasn't as large as Dr. Michaels; still he was a very big man. She shivered with fear and, somehow, anticipation. As soon as the word Aryan came to mind she remembered some of the old movies about WWII her grandfather used to watch. She really liked the ones about spies. MB especially loved the ones when the heroine was captured by the SS and was going to be interrogated. She knew what beasts the SS were, and she often imagined herself as the woman whom the Gestapo would question. When she was courageous and refused to answer their questions, she knew what they would do to her. They would take her to the dungeon under the Hungarian castle they were using as their headquarters. The dungeon was dank and dark, lit only by flickering torches. They would chain her to a wall then the torturers would come for her. The torturers always looked like those in the swashbuckler movies; big thick men whose skins glistened and whose faces were covered by masks. They would tie her down and rip her clothes from her poor defenseless body. They would whip her as she begged them to stop, and eventually they would stop. She would be sobbing with the pain and humiliation. The chief interrogator, the tall blond Aryan with the cruel eyes, in the SS uniform, would wave his hand dismissively and say "Take her; she's of no further use to me. She's yours to do with as you will." then walk away. The first orgasm she ever had as a young teenager came as her fingers stroked her nether regions to exactly that scenario. Most all of her masturbatory fantasies had her taken and used by big strong men who overpowered her body physically and dominated her mentally. MB's eyes were closed as her imagination played the scene in her mind. Close, she thought, so very close. She tried to wrench her mind back to the present but the fantasy ran in a loop in her mind. Somewhere in the distance she heard someone say. "Now, Dr. Peters, a deep breast examination." The hooded men were torturing her tits, pressing, squeezing, pulling, pinching, prodding, hurting, while giving her pleasure. Taking her to extreme heights, pushing her beyond what she could endure. The distant voices again. "Gabby, finger her cunt. See if you can find her G spot" She heard the words yet the meaning escaped her. Something caressed her pussy lips momentarily, then a slender tool slipped inside. MB couldn't help but moan her pleasure. Despite the leather straps holding her down her body tried to thrust against the invader. She could faintly hear a voice begging. "More, more, I need so much more. Please." She didn't recognize it as her own. Quickly the device inside her seemed to expand, becoming thicker. It turned and twisted touching, probing, moving in and out, rotating, pleasing her needs but not enough. She needed more. More what, she didn't exactly know, just more of whatever was being done to her. She didn't see Dr. Michaels show Gabby three fingers and make strong forceful motions. Quickly the device expanded again and was driven hard into her. It drove against the lips of her cunt again and again. MB could hear the squishing sound her wetness caused as the instrument was forced in and out of her hole. The men with hoods mauled her tits, hurting her and sending pleasure to her leaky twat as whatever was inside battered against her lips, bruising her and filling her and stretching her to the point...She arched hard against her bonds as she came harder than she had ever had before. She screamed her climax; her body convulsed with pleasure against the straps and sprayed her lust over what ever was inside her. Not So Routine Examination Slowly she came back to the present to hear Nurse Gabby complain. "For gawd sake, the slut just came like a fucking freight train and squirted her cunt juices all over me!" It took a major effort for MB to raise her head and see Nurse Gabby seated between her legs, her face dripping wet and stains on her scrubs, holding up three fingers. The effort exhausted her and she let her head fall back on the table. She couldn't remember feeling so fulfilled or satisfied ever. When her breathing calmed a bit, she struggled to open her eyes to see Dr, Michaels looking down at her. "Mrs. Burns, I think we have found the perfect treatment for your problem. We will soon continue the treatment procedure to ensure we all get what we need and deserve." We all get what we need and deserve? What could he possibly mean by that? MB wondered. She was too tired to care. MB was in a haze somewhere in the stratosphere, not sure were she was, as she relived the gut-wrenching orgasm they had just given her. Lazily she wondered if they had given it to her or had they forced it out of her. She vaguely decided she didn't care. As she relived what they had done to her, her body shook with little aftershocks. Her primal mind demanded more, more, while at the same time her real persona shouted No! This is not you; you are a lady, not some street slut! That voice seemingly came from some deep abyss. She thought for a very short moment and decided if sluts came that hard all the time she damn well knew who and what she was or at least wanted to be. MB was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of a rubber glove snapping against skin. She looked up to see Dr. Michaels seated between her legs with a gloved hand raised and working his fingers to fit the glove to his hand. She knew what was coming next. The thought of his fingers pushing deep inside her was exciting, but the size of his big thick fingers frightened her. She was pretty sure his fingers were thicker than any cock or toy that had been inside her. Her snatch clenched hard to protect her from his invasion. She felt her lips being spread wide and pressure at the entrance to her tight tunnel. As the thick fingers tried to push into her MB willed herself to relax, but her body did as it damn well pleased and kept her cock hole as tight as possible. She imagined the doctor's bicep bulging and his corded forearm straining to force the big fingers into her resisting body. Gabby reached down and pinched her clit hard. MB yelped and her muscles clamped harder, if that was possible. Suddenly the pain in her clit was all pleasure and her body relaxed, wanting more. With the resistance gone the big hand slammed hard against her gash, and the heavy fingers were buried deep in her soggy box. She yelped again and knew she would be bruised inside and her cooter lips would carry their marks. Dr. Michaels ignored her noises and began his examination. Driving in and out, rotating left, right and back again, the thick fingers stretched her, curling, pressing, seeming to search for something. MB had been fingered in the past, of course, but nothing like this. She was spread wide, open, exposed, vulnerable to the stranger seated between her legs. His eyes looked directly at her swollen pussy lips and she could feel her engorged clit slip out of its hood as if seeking its own stimulation. The humiliation made her blush almost as red as she knew her coochie was. Suddenly the doctor's hand seemed to slip and his thumb slid across her exposed pearl and then back as he recovered. She gasped loudly and her hips tried to thrust against his retreating hand, seeking more of the erotic caress. "Are you normally multi orgasmic?" Dr. Michaels asked. Oh gawd, she thought, another embarrassing question. The fact the doctor's fingers were buried as deep in her nasty hole as they could reach and he was staring directly at her snatch escaped her for the moment. Slowly she nodded her head. Dr. Michaels almost roared. "No damn it Mrs. Burns, when I ask a question I require you to answer with words not vague gestures. Do you understand?" As he spoke he shook his fingers for emphasis. The ones he shook were those deep in her quim. MB was surprised and cowed by his tone, his fingers moving inside her and his dominant demeanor. She was embarrassed when she gushed and she clamped down hard on his fingers. She tried to fight against her arousal. No, she thought, I am a lady and ladies don't get aroused by a medical examination even if the Doctor did have his finger buried deep in her hoochie. No matter what her mind told her, her body was screaming loudly for more, more from this brute who was violating her needy snatch in the best way possible. Well, not exactly the best way but so very close. Her mind, unbidden, slipped into another of her masturbatory fantasies. The tall, broad shouldered, cowboy wrangler had thrown her into a horse stall filled with straw. He had stripped her pants away with one hard pull and was now stretching her with his fingers, readying her for his mammoth tool which bounced freely unbound by...She shook her head no she was a lady and would not... "I asked you a question, do I have to discipline you to get an answer?" Dr. Michaels demanded. Discipline her how, she wondered. The idea of him pulling her over his knee and spanking her caused her to clench again. Imagining his heavy hand crashing hard against her almost welcoming alabaster mounds again and again almost pushed her over the edge. She knew if he were to spank her one time right now she would cum again hard, maybe harder then the last time. MB didn't understand what was happening to her. Somehow today's experience had pulled up old forgotten memories, thoughts, and fantasies. Not only that but it brought a new one out in her; she had never thought of a spanking as anything but bad, and here she was thinking about cumming from being spanked. She was totally confused by the feelings coursing through her mind and body. "I'm waiting, slut, and I am getting very impatient." MB shook her head trying to clear it. CRACK as her hip exploded with pain. "Answer me bitch. Now" "Yes, yes, yes I can cum a lot! I cum like a slut and I can't help it. I need it!" Part of her mind was screaming at her. Telling her she was not a slut, but the heat from the single spank had reached her cunt and gave lie to what her mind was telling her. She wanted it, no she needed it. She needed Dr. Michaels to bend her over and spank her good. Spank her until her ass was red and she was crying, forced her to admit what a slut she was. Not just any slut but one that needed to be his slut. Once he made her admit her need and she had become his slut, he would do anything he wanted to her, use her any way he wanted, and she knew no matter how he used her she would thank him. "Gabby, did you find her Gräfenberg Spot, her G spot?" "No Doctor, I couldn't find it. I thought you might with your longer fingers." "No, I didn't either, but it is sometimes a sneaky little guy and hides in unusual places. There are at least two more possibilities." "Dr. Peters, you have longer fingers than I. I suggest you see if you can find it." Dr. Michaels stepped back a little to give Dr. Peters some room. Dr. Michaels said. "I suggest you remove your gloves as you know the G spot can be difficult to feel." MB heard the sound of gloves being removed and shivered. The idea of a stranger's bare hands touching her, poking and searching inside her muff made her blush again. "I don't think I need lube do you?" Dr. Peters asked. Dr. Michaels laughed out loud. "I've had my fingers in over 10,000 cunts, and this is the wettest slut hole I have ever explored." Dr. Peters laughed. "I wonder what shape it will be when we are finished using it?" Dr. Michaels shrugged. "Well, for sure we won't wear it out." MB shivered as she felt what she thought were two fingers press roughly against her coochie. The fingers invaded her hard. His two were thicker than Dr. Michaels' but still felt different: bumpier, knobbier and different in so many ways. The new fingers were much harsher than before. The twisting, turning, and pressing hurt more, still MB could not help but respond just as strongly. Dr. Michaels asked Gabby for lube. For a moment, MB was confused. Then she saw Gabby hand him what looked like a gun with a slender nozzle. She watched Dr. Michaels squeeze a dab out and rub it on the nozzle. Dr. Michaels squatted between her legs. MB rebelled, hollering, "No, no, no not there! Nothing has ever been there! I won't stand for it!" Both doctors laughed and Dr. Peters said, "You are not standing you silly bitch, and we will do what ever we think is best for all of us." Dr. Michaels pressed the tip against her anal starfish, and it slipped in easily. She could feel the lube slowly sliding into her secret hole, greasing her for some kind of violation. She continued to yell. "Gabby, shut the silly bitch up." Dr. Peters said. Gabby looked confused. "Gabby", Dr. Peters continued. "If you were a man I'd tell you to stick a cock in her mouth. Work with what you have." Gabby shimmied out of her scrub pants. She wasn't wearing panties. She had one fine ass and strong, muscular thighs. She thought for a moment, then pulled her top over her head and stood there in her naked glory. She was a short, dusky-skinned maiden, her full breasts swaying, firm ass seemingly clenching, thighs rippling, and waist length black hair shining in the light. Nurse Gabby moved the step stool to the head of the table, climbed up and knelt, straddling the noisy slut's head. MB looked up directly at Nurse Gabriella's wet pussy. "Oh gawd, what are you going to do to me?" she cried, all thoughts of the feared anal assault gone. Gabby laughed. "It in not what I'm going to do to you. It is what you are going to do to and for me." All of MB's fears were staring her in the face. She started shaking her head. "No, no I'm not a lesbian, I've never done that, I won't do that." Nurse Gabby grabbed two hands full of hair and pulled MB's face tight against her sweet cunny. "Your choice bitch, lick and breathe or don't lick and don't breathe." MB couldn't believe this was happening to her. Despite the pleasures the fingers in her cunt were providing, this was too nasty for her. Gabby's scent of arousal overpowered her with what little she could breathe. Breathing became very important, still she would try to hold out a little longer. As soon as that thought formed the pain from Gabby's tight hold on her hair came to her. Suddenly she was back in the horse stall on her knees, her head down and ass up. The large horse wrangler knelt behind her, his huge cock prodding her wet quim, his hands wound in her hair, pulling her back and forcing her to fill herself with his stud meat. The sudden pain as her tight starfish was violently forced open made her open her mouth to scream, and Gabby's cream filled her mouth. She realized her mouth, cunt, and ass were being violated all at the same time. She screamed again as her body convulsed with wave after wave of her orgasm. Gabby relaxed her hold a little and said. "I've never seen a slut cum that hard in my whole life. Keep it up guys I think the snotty bitch is ready to find out whether or not she really likes eating pussy. Not that I care just as long as she gets me off." MB realized it must be Dr. Michaels' finger that was driving in and out of her ass. Gabby pulled her against her coochie again. "Lick bitch. Having an arrogant bitch make me squirt in her mouth will do wonders for both my body and my psyche." MB was floating again, she felt she had no free will. The finger violating her ass, the other fingers slamming deep in her cunt and the hoochie filling her mouth was the way things were supposed to be. All she could do was what she was told. Nurse Gabby's demanding voice vaguely claimed her attention. "Lick bitch, stick your tongue in my fuck hole. Lick it." MB had a deep need to obey, and obey she did. Sticking her tongue into the nurse's nasty hole as the fingers filled both of her other holes sent jolts of pleasure coursing throughout her body. "Don't stop, you pussy eating slut, if you do I'll tell them to stop." That thought almost panicked MB and she tried to concentrate on pleasuring this rough, dominant woman. Soon Gabby was moving against her tongue, sliding back and forth over MB's lips and mouth. The more she licked the more MB got into eating Gabby's cunt. MB knew Gabby was getting close when she moved a little and pressed a little harder. "Now baby lick mommas little cum button. Lick, suck and make nursey cum. Oh sweetie you are a natural pussy licker. You got momma so close." MB swelled with pride at the compliment. Gabby stopped moving and grabbed MB's hair, pulling her tighter against her cooter. Shemoaned loudly and quivered and shook as she filled MB's mouth with her juices. After several long moments Gabby slowly got down off the table on shaky legs and kissed MB with lots of tongue. When she broke the kiss she smiled down at MB and said. "Damn we taste good don't we?" Gabby almost staggered down the table. "Be careful Dr. Peters," Gabby said as she bent and kissed MB's mound. The touch of those lips sent an electric jolt directly to her clit. Nurse Gabriella leaned over and captured MB's clit between her lips. The lips massaged her clit as her tongue beat a tattoo on the exposed sensitive tip. The fingers in her ass, by now there were two, drove in and out with force while Dr. Peters slammed his hand brutally into and against her unprotected cunt. MB wasn't there but already she was beginning to drift to where ever she had been before. It was almost like a dream. The pleasure from the reality was washing over her, pushing her further into that special place, wherever it was. She felt every lick, every stroke into both of her holes. She screamed her fulfillment, straining against the straps as the tsunami of her orgasm swept her away. She tried to open her eyes but found she was blindfolded. She knew she was kneeling with her knees spread wide. Her hands were clasped behind her neck. She didn't know where she was but, wherever it was, this was where she belonged. While she couldn't see them she knew they were there watching her. They could see her erect nipples and her open, leaky cunt. She knew she was there to be fucked and they were here to fuck her. She didn't know how many there were but it didn't matter to her, she was here to serve and service them and she would with pleasure. She knew they would take her in every hole, several would use her at the same time and she would welcome their lust and need. MB finally knew and understood what she was and she was pleased. She shivered with anticipation. Still, she was worn down. She had never cum so hard or often in her life Margret was exhausted. She lay quietly, breathing deeply, covered by a thin sheen of perspiration. She had been used and abused for some unknown period of time. Well, not really abused, but at least taken beyond the point she wanted or needed. She had been made to do things she didn't want or even like. Still she had been made to cum harder then ever before. Not just once but so often she could not begin to count the number. MB was exhausted, and knew she couldn't cum again for the longest time. Maybe tomorrow night, she thought, and then she began to feel how badly her nether parts ached. Despite how uncomfortable she was, the pain reminded her how hard and well she had been used, causing little post orgasmic shudders to again rack her body. As she thought back over the afternoon's adventures, so to speak, she realized that of all the things that had caused all of her gut-wrenching, mind blowing, body shaking orgasms there was something missing. No matter how intensely she had cum they were only brought about by fingers, lips, and tongues. Her mind was screaming about how badly her body needed a big, thick, long cock stretching and filling her. The image of the two big thick burly doctors came to mind and her imagination ran wild. Her mind painted a picture of Doctors Michaels and Peters standing naked; their muscular bodies sporting thick, purple-headed, heavily veined cocks projecting horizontally and pointing directly at her. She saw herself as they must: feet in the stirrups, legs spread wide, the shredded gown leaving her totally exposed, her hard-nippled tits begging for attention, her cunt gushingly wet and wholly available. Her need to cum again went from maybe tomorrow to right fucking now. Those nasty words came unbidden and uncontrollably to her mind. Dr. Michaels said. "Gabby, get the break room ready. We'll all take our satisfaction there." Nurse Gabby nodded and left the room. She returned in just a few minutes and simply said. "It's ready." The straps holding her in place were released. The strong arms of both doctors lifted her upright and gently tried to stand her up. Her knees were unable to support her. Dr. Michaels pulled her arm around his neck, bent a little, put his other arm behind her knees and scooped her into his arms. He carried her toward the door. MB knew she was not a petite woman. She was only three inches shy of six feet and was, as she thought of herself, a lush curvy woman. The idea that this man had simply picked her up without even a grunt and walked off with her thrilled her to her very core. No one had done this since she had been a child. MB wrapped her other hand around his neck and laid her head against his chest. She had never felt so safe and cared for in her entire life. "Are you alright Mrs. Burns?" he inquired. She snuggled even closer to Dr. Michaels, if that were possible, as she answered. "Please Doctor, call me Margret or maybe MB, I think I'd like that, yes please call me MB." She rubbed her face against his muscular chest. She wanted to tell him to take her whereever he wanted. She didn't care where just where ever he wanted. He carried her easily down the hall, and through an open door. He bent and gently laid her on a bed. "Just relax MB, you will soon be attended to." MB whimpered. She didn't want to relax. She didn't want to be placed gently on the bed. She didn't want to be attended to. She wished Dr. Michaels had just thrown her on the bed, fallen on top of her and just taken her. No you stupid cunt, her younger mind screamed, you want the big guy to fuck you; not take you but fall on you, dominate you with his size and weight, and drive his big thick purple-headed leaky cock deep into your wanton cunt. Take you and use you like the slut you almost pray he will turn you into, make you the whore that is hidden inside and needs to be exposed to real life. She almost sobbed as he turned and walked away. She looked at her surroundings. She was laying on a sofa bed that had been opened and was covered with sheets, and she could feel the hated blue chucks under her ass. The door banged open and Dr. Peters and Nurse Gabby walked in. Dr. Michaels joined them, and they all begin to strip. MB couldn't take her eyes off the men as the white coats came off quickly followed by their shirts. Oh my gawd, she thought, Dr. Peters looked like a male model for a gym or demonstrating some kind of exercise device on late night TV. Dr. Michaels looked like a lumber jack or a guy who broke things with a sledge hammer for a living. Dr. Peters was a large-muscled beautiful Adonis, but his beauty couldn't hide the cruelty in his eyes. Dr Michaels was a hard, rough looking slab of...she couldn't even describe what she suddenly saw that she had not noticed before. There was hardness, an animalistic roughness, a primal need, and a touch of cruelty etched on his face. Not So Routine Examination In what seemed like slow motion, both men dropped their pants and stood there for a moment, one in boxers and one in briefs, but both sporting huge bulges. MB's mouth watered at the sight as her pussy gushed with need. Nurse Gabby climbed on the bed and snuggled behind her, enveloping a breast in her hand. With her mouth against MB's neck she whispered, "See those bulges, slut? Enjoy the mystery cuz you, you lucky bitch, are going to get both. Think bitch, think of those two big thick cocks filling you. Take it from me, they will fill you and stretch you wide open. I think they get off on taking a needy whore like you, both of them pounding into you at the same time. You ever had two big hunks of man meat filling you? Believe me, slut, you will think you are in paradise" MB was both fearful and excited. She wrapped her arms around her chest, pressing Gabby's hand harder against her full tit, and shivered. MB's eyes were glued to the mens' waists, waiting for the reveal, when the door burst open and a young man almost flew into the room. He looked around quickly, his eyes swept over the men's backs and seemed to lock on Gabby. "What in the hell is going on in here?" he shouted. Gabby sat up and asked. "What's the problem Bobby?" At the name Bobby, MB recognized him. Her mind flashed back to that night when her ex-boyfriend had taken her to a golf course and fucked her until she had cum three times before they were discovered by Bobby, who worked there part time. She remembered all the things she had done to the young man and the things she had encouraged him to do to her. She knew if that incident came out she would not have a shred of dignity left. She hoped the young man would just walk away. She shook her head no and tried to get up. Her movement caused Bobby to finally notice her naked form, and she saw his eyes go wide. The first words out of his mouth were. "Hey, I remember this big-titted slut! She sucked me and fucked me on the golf course at two in the morning about a year ago." He laughed and continued. "Well never mind, now I know what's going on in here. Y'all enjoy yourselves, she is one hot piece of ass." He turned to leave. MB had never been so humiliated in her entire life. Still, the memory of taking his virginities aroused her beyond belief. She remembered he had said he was 19 a year ago. Dr. Michaels called out, "Bobby, wait a minute. What happened that night? Tell us all about it." MB tried to turn away and hide her face, as Bobby launched into his story. She found Gabby's stocky body surprisingly strong as she was forced to face her accuser and listen to every word describing her perverted actions of that night. She saw the doctors' eyes shift between her and Bobby as he told his tale. The longer his story went on the more humiliated she was and the more aroused she became, remembering the feel of his virgin cock in her mouth and her wanton quim. Her treacherous cunt gushed when he told about the final time he had made her cum; her legs on his broad shoulders, bent almost double, as he pounded hard and deep into her welcoming body. Dr. Michaels laughed again. "Well it seems our Mrs. High and Mighty is much more of a kinky tramp then we thought." Dr. Peters broke in. "Bobby, we were just about use your golf course trollop, and there is always room for one more. You might as well strip if you want another shot at her nasty holes." Bobby was out of his clothes in a flash and the doctors dropped their skivvies freeing their erect man meat. Now she didn't need her imagination; the reality was before her eyes. Now all three men who were going to take her and use her were standing shoulder to shoulder, all were hard and very obviously ready to assault her body and fill her holes. She thought their members were almost exactly what she had imagined. Her younger mind screamed not members you cunt those are cocks, big, engorged, thick, hard cocks. Well, except for Dr. Michaels's, his was more like a battering ram with its thickness and mushroom shaped head. She shuddered when it dawned on her that this big rough man was going to use her as he pleased no matter what she wanted. Looking at the other two she shivered again, as she understood they were all going to use her. She could feel her lecherous hole leak even more. Dr. Peters seemed to take charge. "Bobby from what you told us she sucked your cock and you fucked her. I think she needs you to take your last cherry. How would you like the honor of being the first to fuck her ass?" The young man was almost bouncing with joy. "Oh yes, please." Dr. Peters turned to Dr. Michaels "Mike, do us a favor and take her ass last. Nether of us wants it once you have stretched it so wide it won't close for a week." Dr. Michaels shrugged. "Sure, that's no problem. Gabby, you get her on her knees, ass up and head down. She needs to feel and looks like what she is, a bitch presenting herself to be taken and used by the Alpha males of the pack. Stretch her a bit using her juices. Bobby needs to learn about taking a woman's ass." Gabby smiled. "You got it boss. I'll make her present properly." A sharp crack to MB's ass followed the words, and Gabby man-handled the blonde woman's body into the position required. Once in position Gabby gathered MB's juices in her hand and spread them liberally around the Alphas target, all the while keeping a hand on the slut's neck to hold her in position for the Bulls to use. Gabby called Bobby over to her. "The best way to learn is by doing. First finger fuck her cunt with one finger, then with two, and finally three. When you get to three get then all the way in to the knuckle. Stretch her nice and wide. "Once her slut hole is stretched you need to open her ass. First use one finger in her tight hole for a while, and work her, stretching her, adding fingers as she loosens up. Before you start you need to lick her brown eye. She will like it and so should you. So you might as well get started." Bobby looked aghast. "Lick her ass hole? You're kidding, right?" Gabby shook her head. "Bobby, it's pretty simple, if you aren't willing to kiss it and lick it you got no business sticking your cock in it. The same goes for her mouth and her cunt. Got it?" He nodded hesitantly. Gabby forced MB's hands to her ass cheeks and was told, "Hold them wide skank, you're about to pick another of the boys cherries. So stretch your slutty ass wide for his tongue. You'll love it." Bobby bent slowly to his task. His first lick was tentative until he got his first taste. He looked up. "Damn her ass tastes a lot like pussy with just a little added tang." Then he buried his face between her ass cheeks, and his tongue swabbed her tight rear hole. MB, her ass up and spread wide with Gabby holding her head down, moaned loudly as the boy's tongue laved, probed and pressed onto her dark musty hole. Sharp shocks of pleasure permeated her body as this young man performed the most lascivious of acts on her oh, so willing and receptive body. Her younger mind was screaming yes, you slut, take it, enjoy it, show them what a wanton whore you are. She moaned her pleasure as Bobby fingers invaded her sopping cunt, driving in and out, twisting and turning. Her moans were mixed with whimpers and little cries of pleasure. His third finger was added and thrust deep her pussy, stretching her and causing her to cry out with a mix of pleasure and pain. She was drowning in the pleasure that the fingers in her cunt and the tongue probing her ass hole were giving her. Deep inside she knew the fingers were soon going to replace the tongue and finally a cock, not a cock and not just the cock she remembered but by several cocks. Big, thick, hard cocks filling all of her greedy holes. She didn't know how it would work, but she hoped all three of the Alpha studs would take and use her ass. As if from a distance she heard Gabby's voice. "Bobby, most women want their asses taken gently but, some sluts like this one need to be taken hard and used roughly. Don't be gentle with her, just fill her first with your fingers and stretch her wide and then fuck her ass exactly the same way." He replied with a grunt; his tongue was busy with other things. MB felt hands spreading her legs wider, then Gabby was sliding head-first between her legs. In a moment Gabby said. "OK, Bobby, two fingers into her ass. Remember what I told you, just drive them in." MB groaned when he emptied her wet hole. There was a little pressure against her tight pucker. Then the pain as the fingers thrust deep. She almost screamed with the pain, but Gabby pulled MB's cunt down against her mouth sucked her clit hard and beat a tattoo on it with her tongue and MB did scream as she came hard against the tongue and the fingers stretching her ass. Before that was finished she felt Bobby widen her with a third finger, slamming hard against her ass, bruising her and forcing another wave of pleasure to explode throughout her body. She knew he was stretching her wide, much wider than she had ever thought possible. She shuddered and shook as the orgasm rolled through her again and again, intensified by the thoughts of the cocks waiting to batter their way inside her, and Gabby's lips on her clit that felt like they were going to suck her pink pearl off of her body. Her strength deserted her; she collapsed and rolled on her side.. Her mind seemed far away; she was aware of where her body was and could faintly hear the murmur of the doctor's voices. No, she thought, not Doctors voices but the voices of the Alphas, the voices of the dominant males who, she knew, would all take their pleasure from her libidinous and willing body. The thought sparked another jolt of pleasure directly between her legs. Gabby's voice brought her closer to reality. "On your back, bitch, spread your legs and make yourself available to the Bulls." MB tried, but her body would not respond. Several sharp, painful spanks to her ample ass caused her body to roll to see who her assailant was. There stood Bobby, the young man whose virginities she had taken, standing with his hand raised for another slap. Despite the fear of being slapped again, her eyes roamed over this young man's body. He had grown since that night a year ago. His large shoulders had filled out, his chest muscles were more developed, his abs were ripples of toned muscles and his cock was ready, willing and looked very able. He was learning, she knew; his willingness to cause her pain to make her follow his desires made him a true Alpha. She was proud of her protégé and wanted to believe their night together had prompted his growth into an Alpha. She slowly started to follow the orders she had been given. Bobby's and Gabby's hands quickly moved her closer to the edge of the sofa, spread her legs wide and pulled her arms over her head. She felt movement between her legs. She looked up to see Dr. Peters kneeling between her legs. He reached back and pulled her ankles over her head. "Gabby, hold them like this." He positioned himself, and MB felt his cockhead spread her lips and probe her cunt hole. Dr. Peters wrapped his big hand around her throat and squeezed enough to restrict her breathing, He seemed to gather himself; without warning, he slammed his cock balls-deep into her aching hole. She tried to scream but his assault on her body had robbed her of her breath. His body lay on her chest, his size and weight controlled her exactly as she had imagined. He wrapped his thick arms around her legs and drove into her with hard, deep thrusts that forced 'ooofs' sounds from her body. She reveled in the hard way she was being used. Suddenly, he released her legs, wrapped an arm under her shoulders and the other her ass, and held her tight. With a hard twisting motion he rolled her over so she was astride him, then she felt motion behind her. Looking back she saw Bobby, cock in hand, moving toward her. Dr. Peters still held her tight in his arms. She needed to move and knew she could not escape his grip. "Please." She begged. "Please let me move a little. Please?" He relaxed his grip slightly. She sighed with relief and rotated her upper body off of his thick chest. When she had moved far enough, she placed her forehead on the bed and locked her hands on her ass cheeks and spread herself. She had to do this right. She needed the first woman Bobby fucked in the ass to present herself properly to the new Alpha. No matter how many times she had cum today she had to make it right for Bobby's first time taking a woman's ass. Not just a nameless woman's, but Margret Burns' ass, her ass! She shuddered with her need and desire for Bobby to give her his last virginity. Bobby's hands were on her ass and she felt his cock prodding her puckered hole. Despite being stretched she could feel how tight it was and knew how much resistance it would give any new assault. No matter how much she wanted to feel him take her, unbidden, her body clamped down even harder. Part of her mind whispered: It's going to hurt and I'm not going to allow it. Dr. Peters felt her body grasp him even harder as it resisted the coming invasion. "Bobby, grab the bitch's hair and pull her back against you when you slam your cock in her ass." Bobby wrapped his hand in her hair. She braced her body for the pain she knew was coming from the assault. Bobby pressed her head into the sofa; instead of driving hard into her he pressed against her sphincter. Not a hard thrust but, with steady, persistent pressure. She could feel his mushroom head pushing unrelentingly against her tightly puckered brown-eye. She could feel him slowly overcoming her body's resistance. The pain was worse than she had feared. She was close to sobbing when her resistance crumbled and MB's ass was suddenly full of Bobby's invading cock. The cock in her ass didn't give her a chance to adjust to being stretched; it began pounding in and out of her. The cock in her cunt took its' cue and also started taking its pleasure from her body. Dr. Peters fingers clenched tightly on her generous ass cheeks. She was pulled back and forth between the two Bulls using her. She knew she was going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, but right now the only thing that mattered was the feel of the two using her as she needed. The hand in her hair released her and was quickly replaced by another. Her head was pulled back again. MB felt like a rag doll being pulled, pushed, slammed against one or another body, hair pulled and just used like she was the prize in a tug-o-war. A slap to her face brought her back to reality. "Look at me bitch," the harsh Germanic voice demanded. She opened her eyes and saw a thick purple headed cock right in front of her face. The heavy male tube was just scant inches from her face. The slit in the end was leaking a thick stream of pre cum on the sheets. She watched, fascinated, as Dr. Michaels stroked his uncut phallus; forcing the skin up over the head then sliding it back revealing the shiny purple thickness again and again. The hand in her hair shook her head and the voice demanded. "Look at me and close your mouth, slut." MB realized her mouth was open and she was drooling with her need for that purple head in her mouth. Another shake and she looked up at Dr. Michaels, animalistic lust burning in his eyes. "Now, my little cocksucker, open wide." A thrill shot through her body with the realization that three hard dominant males using her at the same time was only inches from being real. Her mouth opened wide, and the dripping man meat was forced between her lips, into her mouth and pressed deep into her throat. Her body tried to gag, but she choked it back; her need to please overcame her body's reaction, and she sucked the throbbing meat voraciously. Her hair was pulled and pushed hard as the maleness in her mouth advanced and retreated. A groan from a man or men using her thrilled her. She reveled in the thought that this was just the beginning. The thought that three men desired and wanted her stroked her libido like a bass guitar string. Her body stiffened, her cunt and ass gripped their assailants harder and she managed to suck harder as the strongest orgasm of her life picked her up and smashed her into oblivion. The Next Morning MB woke up and looked around. She was panicked for a moment when she saw the light streaming from her living room window, then relaxed as she realized today was Saturday. She was on her couch with a pillow under her head and a blanket covering her. She threw the blanket off, half expecting to be naked. Instead she was dressed in her business suit; well, partially dressed. She knew she was wearing her jacket with no blouse or bra; she felt her skirt slide over her naked ass and she knew she wasn't wearing panties. When she sat up she felt something leaking from her ass and knew what it was. Gawd she had to pee. As she stood and started to move the aches and pains washed over her. Her ass and cunt throbbed, her nether lips felt swollen and bruised, and her jaw was sore. Once in the bathroom and sitting down she released her bladder and tried to remember exactly what all had happened. The last really clear moment she could recall was her first orgasm with the three Alphas using her. From there on, it was just bits and pieces: Bobby fucking her ass and crying out, "I'm ready, I need to cum." She remembered him washing, Gabby sucking him to make sure he was clean, the pang of jealousy that shot through her body as she was afraid Gabby was going to make Bobby cum in her mouth. No, her mind had screamed that's my cum and I want it, I deserve Bobby's cum in my mouth, I earned it. Gabby, thankfully, hadn't stolen the reward MB had worked so hard for. Dr. Michaels had pulled out of MB's mouth, Bobby had grabbed her hair and rammed his cock deep in her mouth, and exploded three times down her throat before pulling back and emptying the rest of his balls across her tongue. MB had thought his taste was almost intoxicating. Bobby had pulled her head back and demanded: "Show me slut." She hadopened her mouth and showed him the pool of cum on her tongue. "Now swallow." She had swished his deposit around for a moment, swallowed and opened again to show her empty mouth. He had bent and kissed her using a lot of tongue, and she shivered with pride at how he was learning to treat a good slut. From there it had been Bobby in her pussy and Dr. Peters brutalizing her ass and Dr. Michaels face fucking her; her cumming and cumming again. Dr. Michaels stretched her cunt with his extraordinarily thick cock and his fingers deeply embedded in her flesh as he slammed up and pulling her hard against him. She had cum with each up thrust. Dr. P.'s fingers had pinched her nipples as he tried to throat fuck her. As hard as he had used her, his rough treatment of her nipples made her cum again. Well, that and having Bobby in her ass again had helped. As she was peeing she imagined Dr. Michaels standing in front of her; sucking his cock as she sat on the toilet peeing. She knew he could hear the splashing sound as her water hit the bowl, and that inspired her to work harder to deep throat him. Gawd, she thought, that is so nasty. She shook her head to rid herself of the image while she wondered where such a dirty thought had come from. She was leaking from her ass again. Remembering how roughly she had been used, she got some paper and dabbed her tender leaky hole gingerly and checked it for blood. There was no blood on the paper, just some unidentifiable stain. MB was sure she knew what it was but, to make sure she smelled it. The odor of cum filled her senses. She swore she could smell the testosterone. Her cunt and ass clenched so hard it hurt. When she was finished peeing she patted herself dry.