Joanna’s First Gynecological Exam

Dr. Michael had heard protests like this before and was prepared for them. He kept Joanna on the table with a hand on her back and picked up the consent form with the other. “You may leave, but when you signed this form, you also agreed to pay the costs incurred for the examination up to the time you choose to leave. Since we will not get any useful data from the exam, you must pay for it.” While Joanna now returned to all fours as she listened, Dr. Michael continued his manipulation of her pussy.

“That’s fine, how much do I owe you?” How much could it be, she had been here for less than an hour. Joanna wasn’t even consciously aware that she’d returned to her position, slowly rocking back and forth on Dr. Michael’s still stroking finger. 

“I don’t have the exact figures, but it is about $3,000.00.” He smiled, knowing what her answer would be.

“WHAT! How can it be that much?”

“You have to pay for the cost of the room, the receptionist, four doctors, as even interns get paid, along with all the other incidental costs. Our administrator is a real stickler about collecting these balances and has taken some patients to court or put them into bankruptcy to be paid. The University also frowns on students not paying legitimate bills. However, you may get dressed and leave,” as his finger kept up the gentle masturbation of her pussy.

She put her head back down. How had she gotten into such a situation? She didn’t have $3,000.00 or even a hope of getting it. She was already naked, seen by the janitor and was now being masturbated, which incidentally was beginning to feel good. She let her hips begin to rock back and forth gently.

He had her. She was obviously enjoying his finger. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Her lack of protest was enough. “Enjoy it, Joanna. Relax and enjoy the feeling.” His finger moved lower, locating her clit. The tip of his finger swilled around her clit hood, not touching it, just teasing it. “Dr. Steve, would you see what you could do to stimulate Joanna’s nipples and breasts. She seems to like a little pain with the stimulation so take that into account.”

Dr. Steve ran his hands softly over her back. It tickled as he moved down her side, but his hand quickly latched onto one hanging breast, two fingers grabbing her nipple and squeezing it. She gritted her teeth when it began to hurt.

“Does that hurt too much, Joanna?” His head was next to hers, but he pinched harder reveling in her cringe of pain and lack of attempt to stop him. He let his other hand completely encircle the dangling globe, tightening on the firm flesh, pushing the blood toward the swollen tip. He released the nipple as the blood rushed down then clamped back down on it, twisting and turning the hardened rubbery tip. “Yes, Dr. Michael, I think she likes a little pain. Is she wetter?”

Dr. Michael ran his fingers up and down her slit, two fat fingers pushing apart the folds, rubbing up and down the slick walls. “Very wet. Whatever you are doing, continue. Dr. Bill, would you take over masturbating Joanna?” 

Joanna felt the comfortable hands of Dr. Michael leave her wet sex, replaced by the strange, somewhat awkward hands of Dr. Bill. He did not rub as softly, two fingers moving to her clit right away, pulling her clit hood back, exposing the red bud. He slapped his finger back and forth over her clit, sometimes rather hard, other times softer. His other hand moved up to her pussy, forcefully pushing her lips aside until he exposed her vagina. 

Dr. Bill then pushed two fingers against her vagina and began to apply pressure, feeling her muscles slowly giving way, the tips of his fingers bit by bit being engulfed in her hot flesh. He pinched her clit hard, her body jerking back onto the fingers invading her vagina, her pulsating pussy walls clenching, wrapped tightly around his fingers. “Joanna has a very tight vagina. I can just barely get two fingers in, even with all of her juices lubricating the way. She definitely has a very sensitive clitoris, the more I stroke it the larger it becomes.”

She squirmed on the fingers invading her vagina, trying to push them in farther, squeezing them as they plunged deeper into her pussy. She no longer cared about the exam, the doctors or anyone else; her only desire now was to cum. They had been gradually arousing her and she could no longer resist her betraying body. Fingers plucked at her nipple, sometimes painfully, her breast compressed within one strong hand, the blood pushed to the swollen tip. Her clit was being finger slapped, it felt like he would rub it raw if he continued much longer and her pussy was being finger fucked, two delicious, fat fingers sliding inside her. She had to cum soon.

“Good girl, Johanna, you like this I see. Rock back on the fingers.” Dr. Michael moved behind her again, watching Dr. Bill masturbate her soaking wet pussy. He moved his hands over her butt softly, feeling her body tense up, her buttocks contracting. “Relax Johanna, relax.” His hand moved down between her cheeks, slowly tracing the crack, heading for her pink anus.

She shivered in fear as she felt another set of hands moving over her butt. She rose up, giving over her body to the hands that continued to drive her to higher heights. “Mmmm.” Her ass waving back and forth, fingers running over her anus, the tiny rosebud quivering in excitement. He wouldn’t penetrate her there, would he?

Joanna was a sight each of the men present truly appreciated. Her hips pushing back and forth on invading fingers in her pussy, her ass cheeks clenching as her vaginal muscles grabbed at fingers pulling from her body. One breast swinging freely back and forth beneath her, fingers tightly pinching the other by the nipple, delicious pain shooting through her body. 

Then, one finger slowly rubbing over her exposed anus, lightly stimulating the nerve endings, a forbidden feeling rushing over her, the desire to be penetrated—there. Dr. Michael knew the time had come, Joanna was almost theirs.

“I think our little Joanna is going to cum for us, doctors. Let yourself go Joanna, let the pleasure sweep over your body.” Dr. Michael did not have to wait long, her head rose up from the table, a look of sheer pleasure on it, her eyes wide-open, soft moans of pleasure coming from her lips.

“God,” Joanna pushed back hard on the fingers, trying to drive them deeper. “Fuck me! fuck me harder! Make me cum!” She no longer cared what she looked like, what she sounded like; not even when Dr. James stood in front of her, busily snapping picture after picture as she orgasmed, her naked body fully exposed, shuddering before the camera’s impersonal lens. She humped back and forth, her ass raising up and down like a dog in heat, her pussy gushing over the invading fingers inside her. She had never felt anything like this before, her mind a confused jangle of sensations.

“Now, doctors.” Dr. Michael directed the others. Three fingers plunged deep into her tight, wet pussy, painfully spreading apart the slick walls. Sharp, hard fingernails once again slapped her nipple, igniting intense pains that rushed throughout her body. Dr. Michael’s finger entered her anus, the dry, fat finger pushing aside the clenching sphincter muscle, entering her virgin rectum for the first time.

Joanna bucked, her body painfully speared on fat fingers, her openings spread wider than ever before, her pulsating virgin ass filled with flesh. She came again, this time even harder then before. “FUCK ME! She screamed. She had never felt so full, the fingers moving inside her pussy, the one in her ass, separated only by a tiny layer of tissue. They seemed to be joined, stimulating her from both sides, her asshole clenching on the finger moving inside, her pussy pulsating on the digits, lips clenched tightly around the fat fingers stretching her wide. She came repeatedly. Her hips driving the fingers back and forth deep inside her, no longer caring about the pain, the men, her wantonness, just loving the fullness these men provided. She screamed as her clit was pulled and twisted, fingers roughly yanking the bud from beneath its hood. “Noooo!” she cried, her juices running down her thighs as she came, Dr. James flashing away at her face, then behind her, capturing the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing, her body prolonging her orgasm seemingly for the men and the camera.

The doctors watched Joanna finally slump on the table, all hands now removed from her orifices, exhausted with the powerful orgasms that ripped through her teenage body. Dr. Michael let his finger slip between her legs again from behind and softly rub along her cum-soaked pussy lips. He reached up with his other hand and pushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face, turning her towards him. “Good girl, Johanna. You came so nicely for us,” his finger slowly masturbating her again. “So wet, so much cum.” Joanna had no strength to look away, her humiliation veiled in fatigue.

“I think we need to clean Joanna up so we can continue with the examination.” Two doctors picked her up and carried her over to the other table, Joanna was too exhausted to care, slumping down as they placed her in the center, spreading her body out. “On her stomach first,” Dr. Michael ordered and they turned her over.

It was uncomfortable, her body spread on the cold table, the high rubber ridge in the center arching her ass up over a foot from the rest of her body. She felt hands pull her arms straight out to the corner, barely resisting as leather cuffs passed around her wrists, binding her arms to the far corners of the table. She yanked on the cuffs with what little strength she still had and found herself unable to move, fear creeping into her barely conscious state. She felt hands on her ankles, spreading her legs wide on each side, the dried cum between her pussy lips pulling apart painfully, her ass cheeks spreading open again. “What are you doing, please?” She whimpered, a pitiful look on her face, pleading with them, receiving only smiles for her answer as she was spread and bound on the table.

“Calm down, Joanna, we need to clean you up for the rest of the exam.” Dr. Michael finally chose to respond. “It is necessary for you to be secured,” his hands lightly stroking her face. “We won’t hurt you anymore than you want.” He knew these last words would barely register in her dazed condition. His hands slid down her back, her head turning towards him as he softly caressed her skin, moving to her ass cheeks.

Joanna looked over her shoulders at her upraised ass, her legs spread wide, the doctors viewing her from behind. She shouldn’t be embarrassed after all of them witnessed her orgasms, but the bondage, the spread of her body and the unknown made it humiliating to be in such a position. She tugged on her arms and legs as some of her strength began to return, but the leather straps held fast. “Why are you doing this to me?” she cried. 

Dr. Michael moved over towards her, his hand reaching out to her, touching her lightly. “It’s OK Joanna, we just need to get you clean inside and out.”

“Inside? What are you going to do?” she shrieked in panic. Dr. James moved toward her, a large red enema bag in his hand. She looked at the tube, the black nozzle looked so huge. She had never had an enema before but she had heard stories about them and knew it was something she never wanted to experience.