The Exam

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OOC-Just for you DR_O...There is no point in me outlining the 'storyline' when you know mostly what I want :p

IC-
I walked into the surgery and the horrible medical smell hit me, and I had to stop myself from gagging.
It always made me feel sick walking into a Doctors surgery, the smell always made me heave.
I avoided going to visit the Doctor as much as I could, but today was a necessity.
My annual check up with my Ob-Gyn. Sometimes it totally sucked being a women.
I wasn't to bothered, apart from the smell, My Gynaecological Doctor was lovely, she always put me at ease, and she knew how much I despised hospitals and anything medical.
I walked upto the reception desk and signed myself in, and was baout to go and sit down when the receptionist, looking incredibly bored, glanced up at me
"You'll be seeing our new doctor today Elizabeth"She said in her nasal drawl.
"Pardon?"I stuttered out in shock
"Our new Doctor" She said looking at me as if I was stupid
"What's happened to Dr Stanford?"
"She's left us unfortunately, but our new Doctor is lovely, you'll like him"

I walked off and sat on one of the faded leather chairs. Cursing internally, I wondered if I should just get up and walk out. Deep down I knew I couldn't, I knew I had to be here. I was so bloody thankful I had showered that morning.
I sat fiddling with a magazine I had picked up but not bothered reading. I could feel the nerves churning in my stomach. I was fidgeting nervously in the seat and starting to feel a little bit queasy. I really didn't want to do this.
 
In a few moments, the door opens and a nurse leans out. "Elizabeth?" she says. "Come on back."

She leads you to an exam room and takes your vitals. "Blood pressure looks good, looks like you've lost a little weight since last year, good... everything looks good." She smiles and stands up. "He'll be right with you."

Less than a minute later, the door flies open and a tall blond man bursts into the room. He gives a huge grin and offers his hand. "Elizabeth, I'm Dr. Oliver," he says, his voice booming off the walls. His grip is powerful, almost painful. "But everybody calls me Dr. O."

He takes the clipboard and starts looking through it. Dr. O is at least 6-foot-2, and lean, like a runner. He has long blond hair, graying a bit, and swept straight back on his head, a bit like a lion's mane. He is tanned and his eyes are icy blue. He wears a crisp blue oxford shirt, tan slacks, and a white lap coat.

"Okay, Elizabeth, everything looks good, you look fit as a fiddle," he says, again in that loud, commanding voice. "So you're just here for your annual gyno exam, right?"

He smiles that big smile again.
 
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I can't take my eyes off him. He is fucking gorgeous, and he knows it. I feel like a fool staring but I can't help it.

"Okay, Elizabeth, everything looks good, you look fit as a fiddle," he said, again in that loud, commanding voice. "So you're just here for your annual gyno exam, right?"

I nod "Yes, errm, yes thats right Dr Oliver" I blush furiously as I stutter out my reply.

I honestly don't know where to put myself. The thought of this god like man touching me is making my heart speed up. I gather as much confidence as I can

"Where do you want me?" I ask sounding much braver than I feel
 
"Right here," he booms, slapping the seat of the gyno chair. "Take off your clothes, hop up here, put your bare feet in the stirrups and your bare ass in the seat!"

He laughs again, loudly.
 
I want the ground to open up and swallow me. Does he talk like that because he thinks it'll put me at ease? Or is it just his normal way?
I look around for a gown and spot one on the chair. I stand, waiting for him to leave the room so I can get undressed and into my gown, but he doesn't budge. He just busies himself with some paperwork.
I turn away from him and start to unbutton my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders and folding it neatly, placing it on the chair. Reaching round behind me I unhook my lacy white bra and see he has glanced up from his papers. I flush red and quickly turn away mortified. I shrug my bra off, and slide on the gown. I fumble underneath and slide off my trousers and knickers in one swift motion, folding them and putting them with the rest of my clothes.

I walk over to the medical chair and hop on it, shuffling myself back. I stall for a few seconds and then place my feet into the stirrups
 
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"All right, let's take a look," Dr. O says, wheeling his stool over to sit between your legs. He takes the bottom of your gown and casually flips it up over your waist, exposing you completely.

"Mmm, that is one pretty pussy," he says, smiling. He looks up at you, then back down at your crotch. Very nice, Elizabeth. It's Elizabeth, right? Very nice indeed."

He looks back down between your legs. He reaches up and puts one hand on each thigh and pushes outward, and the stirrups spread wider. You feel your lips part and open to his gaze.

His hands slide up the inside of your thighs toward your crotch. Suddenly he stops.

"Whoops, I almost forgot," he said, standing up. "I better wash up before I start poking around in there!" He turns on the water at the sink and starts washing his hands vigorously, whistling a bit.
 
I close my eyes as I feel my skin flush bright red.

"Most people call me Beth, and I'd appreciate it if you were a little more professional if you don't mind Dr, your making me feel a little uncomfortable. I understand your trying to put me at ease, but its embarrassing me" I murmur.

He's standing at the sink, washing his hands, soaping his fingers up almost sensually and I have to look away.
My skin is already burning where he touched my thigh, and feel mortified with myself for liking his touch.

He turns back to me and smiles broadly
"Ready?" He asks
 
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"Okay, now we're ready, Beth," Dr. O says, wheeling back over to you. He ignores the rest of what you said. He puts his hands back on the inside of your thighs and spreads them open again. Then, without warning, he presses his left thumb against your clit, and with his right hand, he spreads your pussy lips apart with two fingers. He looks closely for a moment.

"Beth, your pussy is all wet," he says. "Are you getting excited by being at a gyno appointment? That's a little weird. Anyway, try not to get any more turned on, because the more juice there is, the harder it is to see deep into your cunt."

His thumb rubs across your clit and he spreads his fingers a little wider.
 
I burn with shame as he tells me what I already know. My pussy is soaking, and as soon as his thumb presses against my clit I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming out.

"I'm not...I wouldn't" I try and stifle a moan but barely succeed. "I hate having examinations Dr, I wouldn't get turned on by one"

I can feel his thumb moving on my clit, and his fingers parting my labia and I can't help but close my eyes dreading the next part, yet desperate for it to happen. I consider jumping up and darting from the room. His fingers are touching me in places they really should not, but even if I could stand up, I really didn't think I wanted to.
 
Dr. O keeps his thumb on your clit and spreads your pussy wide open. He leans forward and looks deep inside. His face is no more than six inches from your cunt and you can feel his breath, hot on your pussy lips.

"Sit still, Beth," he says sternly. "I can't see all the way in with you squirming around. Sit still or I'll have to strap your legs down on the stirrups."

With his left hand, he reaches down and opens your inner lips, then takes his other hand and slowly pushes one finger into your cunt.
 
As his finger pushes inside me I almost jump off the chair.

"I'm sorry Dr Oliver, I couldn't help it" I try and stay as still as possible but I can't help shifting a little.

As I feel his breath on my lips I can't help a soft moan slips out of my mouth and my hand shoots out and clamps over my face. I glance down and see his lips twitch into a smirk but he doesn't look up. His finger is working its way inside me and sending all sorts of tingles shooting through my body
 
"Call me Dr. O," he says. "Well, you're getting wetter by the minute and I can see you're not going to stop squirming." Before you can respond, he buckles a leather strap around your right ankle, then your left, securing you firmly to the stirrups. There are two more heavy straps above your knees, and he fastens those too, pulling the straps tight across your thighs. You try to raise up against the restraints, but find you cannot move your lower body at all.

"All right, that should get rid of the ants in your pants," he says, smiling. He looks down at your cunt again. "Of course, you aren't wearing any pants, are you? Oh well. I think I like you better than way anyway."

He moves in close again and spreads your lips with both hands. "Now that's better," he says. I can see every inch of this pretty little pussy now." And he pushes his finger back into your cunt, further this time.
 
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I gasp out loud as his fingers invade me. I feel open and vulnerable and can help feeling a little frightened as he straps me down.
He works his fingers in and out and, to my horror, I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I feel my nipples stiffen under the gown and brush against the harsh material. I moan loudly now, as his thumb works circles around my clit and I feel his fingers pressing inside me.

"Jesus christ What are you doing?" I cry "This isn't a gynae exam" I feel my hips buck as he works his fingers deep into my pussy and I cry out
 
"Shut the fuck up, Beth," Dr. O says calmly. "This is a gyno exam and you are not going anywhere until I finish. Now keep still and be quiet or I will make you so."

Now you feel two of his fingers push into your cunt, not as gentle as before. He pulls your vagina open on either side and peers in.

"Beth, your goddamn cunt is dripping," he says. "How can I see anything with pussy juice everywhere?" He sighs and stands up, then opens a side cabinet. He reaches in and pulls out a steel speculum. It shines in the light.

"This will stretch out that little wet pussy just fine, don't you think?" He grins and looks down at you.
 
I instantly shut up at his tone. I couldn't speak if I wanted to.
I felt his fingers pressing inside me and I groaned.
I see him reach into the cabinet and pull out the speculum and I cringe at his words

"Dr Stanford always used the plastic speculums" I complain "They are smaller, and less invasive. Please don't use that on me" I whisper.
Just looking at it made me shiver, it was bigger than I was used to, and, not having anything other than Dr Stanford's tiny plastic speculum inside me before, it was freaking me out. More than freaking me out, it terrified me
 
"Well, I guess mine's just bigger than hers, isn't it?" he says, smiling. He sits down again and looks in closely at your pussy. "Wow, you're like a faucet, Beth," he says. "Can you feel that? The juice is dripping out of your pussy and down in the crack of your ass!"

He takes one finger and runs it quickly up the middle of your ass, rubbing it lewdly across your asshole as he does. He holds it up and shows it to you, glistening with your wetness.

"Look at that," he says. "I don't even need any lube for the speculum. We'll save that for the rectal exam."

He smiles and places the end of the speculum against your vaginal lips.

"This may be a little cold," he says, pushing it into your pussy.
 
I shriek loudly when he pushes the huge implement inside me and I try to shoot up, just the top half of my body sitting up.
"Oww!" I cry. I don't even think to make a mental note of his comment about the rectal exam. Tears fill my eyes and I cry out again.
"Please stop" I beg. He hasn't even pushed it far inside me and I can't bear the stinging.
 
As you start to shriek, Dr. O rises to his feet, and in one smooth motion, clamps his hand over your mouth. He is standing between your legs, pressing his body down on top of yours. You can feel the smooth fabric of his pants against your naked pussy, but more than that, the hard unyielding stiffness of his cock underneath.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, Beth," he said, his face close to yours. "Now don't say a fucking word."

He steps over to your clothes, folded neatly on the chair. He sweeps them on the floor, then bends down and picks up your panties. He picks them up, steps back to you, and pinches your nose hard. He holds your panties up so you can see them.

"Open wide, Beth," he says softly.
 
OOC- My apologies for not replying and carrying on the story, I'm very ill atm. I promise I shall be back up and running soon, and continue with the story. Hope you haven't missed me too much ;)
 
I struggle uselessly. My eyes widen in utter panic. I wanted to scream, but that would mean opening my mouth and he knew that. He could see it in my face. So help me he smiled. He actually smirked at me. He pinched my nose painfully and thrust my panties closer to my mouth. I upped my struggle and he pushed his body across mine pining me to the examination table. His face was inches from mine

"Open your mouth Beth" He said quietly but stern, like a parent trying to give their child nasty tasting medication. I shook my head defiantly but already I could feel my lungs start to scream for oxygen.
In my panic I hadn't realised one of my hands was free, but as my flight or fight instinct kicked in I wriggled my hand out from underneath him and pushed his hand from my face as I started struggling much harder. I saw shock register for a fleeting second on his face as I lashed out, hitting him hard on his shoulder. It was all in vain though and I wasn't prepared for what he did next, but I could see the vicious smile and the glint in his eyes.
 
Dr. O smiled at Beth struggled against him. He quickly grabbed her arms and pinned them to her chest, then leaned his full weight against her. Again she felt his erection against her body, this time pressing hard against her hip. She kept struggling but couldn't move at all, and with Dr. O's fingers still pinching her nose closed, she was running out of air.

He let his full weight press down on her as he deftly switched her panties into his left hand, holding them in front of her mouth. "I said open wide, Beth," he growled. At that moment, Beth felt pressure against her anus, and a split second later, Dr. O shoved his finger straight up her ass.

Beth cried out instinctively, and he immediately stuffed her panties hard into her mouth. Her screams were choked and muffled; no one would hear her now. Dr. O slowly withdrew his finger from her rectum and Beth felt every agonizing centimeter.

Then, suddenly, he stood up, and in one motion, tore the gown from her body. She felt it ripping around her neck and waist as he pulled it off her. Then, before she even knew what was happening, he seized her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. She couldn't see what he was doing, but soon she realized he was using the gown to tie her wrists to something hard and unyielding. She tried to scream. She tried to get away. It was no use. Within seconds, Beth's wrists were tied so tightly above her head that she could not even move her arms an inch.

Dr. O stood back and let his eyes move over her naked body. With her arms over her head, Beth's back was arched, pushing her breasts upward. She looked down to see her nipples hard and erect, pointing straight up at the ceiling. And of course, her legs were still secured in the stirrups, forced so far apart that she could feel the pull on the muscles of her inner thighs.

As Dr. O casually looked between her legs, Beth knew that her vagina -- and, she suddenly realized, her anus -- were completely exposed to him. And that she was powerless to stop him from violating her body in any way he desired.

He smiled at her. "That's more like it, Beth."
 
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Terror surges through my body. My heart pounds in my chest and I choke on a sob. Dismay must be written all over my face because he smiles at me again and I shiver.
I have never been so frightened in my life. I realise with alarm the Dr can now do anything to me he wishes, and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I close my eyes and can feel the tears dripping down my face and wetting my hair.
The thoughts rushing through my mind are whizzing so fast I can barely hold on to any. But one thought is prevalent. Please don't, Please don't hurt me.
My heart is beating so fast I fear heart attack. I can hear the pounding of blood rushing through my ears. I feel faint, weak and nauseous, and another thought rushes into my mind, If I throw up, which I fear I might, I'm going to choke. This thought alone cause's more tears to course down my face. I am utterly terrified.
I am sweating profusely and can feel the slickness on the table.

And then Anger comes. Anger soars through every inch of me, making me squirm on the table. He can't do this. This is not the way its supposed to be, my mind screams at me. Leave me alone, Don't touch me, I want to scream.

I open my eyes to glare at him, and I see his cool demeanour standing between my legs, staring, which causes another bout of fury to flash through me. And then I see his eyes. His whole face is lit up like a christmas tree. He is smiling, a genuine smile, real.
And its then that real fear kicks in. Because I now know he is enjoying this
 
Dr. O looks up and sees the fury in your eyes. He smiles. He casually reaches up and pinches one of your nipples. Hard. He watches your face as he twists the nipple in his strong fingers.

"You have nice tits, Beth," he says. "I may have to examine them too."

He lets go and sits back on his stool, between your legs. "Now, where were we?" he says. "Ah yes, the speculum." He holds it up to show you and grins.

"Open wide, Beth," he says, mockingly, as he pushes the steel implement in your vagina. He doesn't wait, but shoves it deep into you, all the way to your cervix.

"That cunt is still nice and wet, Beth," he says, slowly opening the speculum. You can feel your vaginal canal being forced open. "I bet you like having this steel dick in your cunt, stretching your pussy out, don't you? You're nothing but a little slut, aren't you. Your nipples are rock hard and your cunt is dripping all over me."

He pushes two fingers back into your pussy and you feel his fingers press against your cervix. "Now just relax, Beth, while I examine you very thoroughly."
 
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I scream into the hand made gag loudly as he violates me with the speculum. I have never felt agony like this in my life, I feel like my whole body is on fire.
I start sobbing then, This is not how my first time is supposed to be. It supposed to be loving, caring and gentle.
Not harsh and aggressive. Painful.

I look down and see his bright blue eyes boring in to my own, and I can't help but try using my eyes to beg him to stop, to at least be gentle.

As he pushes the speculum further inside me I feel a sharp pain and want to scream out with terror when I realise what has happened. He has pushed past and torn my hymen.
I shut my eyes and sob silently.
 
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