CHAPTER 8
Swan opened the door and stepped into the exam room. It looked like a normal doctor's exam room which she found comforting. No special instruments of torcher awaited her. Hudson stood in the corner with a digital tablet making notes. Her heart was pounding inside her again and Swan thought back to Master Sean's and Master Tristan's promises of delight for her tonight. She could do this.
The Doctor was getting things she couldn't see in order on the counter. He turned to her, and she realized she had been expecting a creepy or scary man. The Doctor was actually nice looking if a bit nerdy. He was tall with blonde hair, glasses, thin. He held a file folder.
"So you're the new Swan everyone is talking about. Nice to meet you," he came to stand right over Swan, looking her up and down. "Leering" her up and down would have been a better word. Maybe she judged him as nice too quickly.
"Let's get started, let's get started. Take off your robe, please." Swan hung her robe on the hook on the door and stood in front of the Doctor again. He pulled out a tape measure and began measuring her everywhere. Truly everywhere: he measured her nipples, her ears, her pelvis and her butt crack. How does one even measure a butt crack?
As the Doctor stood in front of her, Swan noticed the bulge in his pants. Apparently Cardy was right on this one. Whatever the exam entailed, it had the Doctor ready to burst.
"Please bend over and touch your toes." Swan did so and immediately felt his hand on her breast and her ass. He left both there for a moment then moved suddenly, pinching and twisting her nipple hard and spanking her ass at the same time. Swan yelped and about jumped out of her skin. Her ass still hurt from 2 nights ago!
"Pain response above average," the Doctor intoned. Swan wanted to defend herself, but she had no idea what all this meant. She didn't want to say anything that might end her up in the discipline room.
The Doctor had her stand up and face him, "Now, we need to take some measurements in your mouth and measure your gag response." He pulled from under a sheet on his counter of instruments a large penis-shaped dildo. "You will do your best to take as much of this into your mouth as possible, do you understand?"
Swan opened her mouth to say "Yes, sir" but the dildo was immediately shoved in. She instinctually tried to back away, but the doctor put his hand on the back of her head and held her in place. "Relax your throat," he commanded.
She tried to relax her mouth and throat by closing her eyes and imagining taking Master Tristan into her mouth as far as she could. She felt the dildo push further and further into her throat. It finally hit that point where she couldn't hold back her reflex and started gagging and coughing. However, the Doctor held her head in place still. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at his face. He was enjoying this. Right as she started to panic, he pulled the dildo from her mouth and let her go.
Cardy was right. This guy was a sadistic asshole, and Swan knew he wasn't done with her yet.
"Throat depth above average," he intoned again. "Please lay down on the exam table."
Swan's stomach was all butterflies with fear, but she sat on the exam table and laid down. The Doctor commanded, "Feet up in the air." Swan started lifting her feet up and the Doctor took hold of both her ankles with one hand. He lifted her feet all the way up almost above her head. Before she could even question why, he plunged a lubed finger on his other hand into her asshole. Swan gasped deeply with surprise. It wasn't painful, but she hadn't known it was coming.
She looked to the Doctor and found him already looking at her. Watching her. Enjoying her discomfort. She knew his type and the more she reacted and protested, the more turned on he would get. She would have to do her best to suppress her reactions.
The Doctor twisted his finger in her asshole with the lube. Then he pushed his finger inside her all the way to his knuckle, pushing a little harder still. She couldn't control the small gasp she let out with all the pressure on her ass. She dared another glance at the Doctor and found him still staring at her. She couldn't look at him. She knew that made her look more uncomfortable to him.
He held his finger pushing inside her forever. She started fidgeting in discomfort, she couldn't help it. She needed to get away from the pressure on her asshole. She tried to keep her movements small, but he held her legs above her head still. She couldn't move much. She tried shifting around until she couldn't take it anymore, "Please, sir," she begged breathlessly.
The Doctor excruciatingly slowly pulled his finger from her ass, but at least the pressure was gone. He kept hold of her ankles and she tried to shift into a more comfortable position.
"Ah!" Swan cried out again in surprise. The Doctor had just pushed something cold into her ass and held it there. She tried to stuff down any further reaction as she tried to guess what he was holding in her ass. She stopped mid-thought; it had to be a thick glass thermometer. Swan felt her face go red as she imagined what she looked like: legs held up in the air with a thermometer sticking out of her ass. She felt infantile and blushed. She felt the Doctor staring at her, enjoying her embarrassment.
The Doctor twisted the thermometer in her ass, "You don't like having your temperature taken, do you dear?" Swan felt her eyes well up with tears. Before she could give the Doctor the pleasure of seeing her cry, she heard Hudson from the other side of the room. "Doctor...," he said in a warning tone. "Enough."