The nurse showed Jenny into the small room. “The doctor will be with you in a moment.” Jenny’s regular check-up had snuck up on her, and her doctor was busy all week. The high school senior needed a check-up right away because she was feeling a little sick, so she just picked a random doctor out of the phone book. The name she found was Ashley Randall, who was apparently a trusted doctor. She wondered what the doctor would look like.
She was surprised when a man in a white coat entered the room. “Hi, I’m Dr. Randall,” he said.
“Ashley Randall?”
“Yeah, I know, but Ashley can be a guy’s name too. So let’s begin, Jenny.” He sat at his desk to examine her charts. “There is a paper gown on the other side of that screen. Please take off your clothes and put it on.”
Jenny stepped behind the small screen. It wasn’t very tall; it only covered her body between her ankles and her shoulders. And the cracks in the folds allowed small peeks of her young body to the doctor, who was watching her in the corner of his eye. She took off her shirt and pants, leaving her socks on with her underwear.
He led the red-headed girl to the table and she sat down. The paper gown rode up, barely covering her thighs. He got an eyeful of her pantied crotch, but ignored it. He checked her eyes, ears, and mouth. There was a pause as Dr. Randall let the paper gown down off of Jenny’s shoulders. She kept watching his eyes as he examined her body.
“We need to remove your bra, Jenny.” She let him reach around her and unclasp the strap. “There we go,” he said as he pulled the material away from her breasts. She tried to cover them up, but he pulled her arms down. “You have a lovely body, don’t feel ashamed.”
“Is this really necessary?” she whined.
“Yes, I’m afraid you’re due for a complete exam.” He had her lay down on the table and he examined her breasts. He felt and probed every inch, and gently massaged and squeezed each nipple. He could feel her body start to get excited. Then he began to palpate her stomach, sliding the paper gown down to her waist. He slid his hand a little, just under the elastic band of her pink panties. She could feel herself start to get a little wet underneath.
Dr. Randall pulled the robe all the way off, and let it fall to the floor. Jenny lay on the table, with just her panties keeping her most private area from a complete stranger.
“We need to continue the exam. Let’s get your underwear off and put you into the stirrups.” Jenny moaned a little and started to yank at her panties. The doctor aided her in sliding the pink cotton off, and positioning her legs into the stirrups. He strapped her ankles in and moved to strap the rest of her body down to the table: first across her navel, then just above her breasts, and finally her wrists.
“Is this to protect me from squirming while you examine me?”
“No, Jenny, this is to keep you from resisting while I rape you!” The doctor smiled and dropped his pants. Jenny instantly started to scream and tried to escape her bonds. Dr. Randall pushed inside of her bush and stopped. “Don’t bother screaming, these rooms are soundproof, for doctor-patient confidentiality reasons.”
He fucked her for what seemed like forever, and she was in tears by the time he pulled out. He jacked himself off until he came all over her young teen body. He pulled his pants back up, and just as he did, there was a knock at the door. Two young men, also doctors, entered and greeted Dr. Randall. Twenty minutes later, both of the men had fucked her. One of them came on her face, and the other came inside of her. They left as quickly as they came.
“You’re quite a good fuck, Jenny.” The young man grinned. “We’re moving you on to the next step of our special treatment.” The other two men returned with a stretcher, and Dr. Randall pulled out a needle for an injection. He gave Jenny a shot of sedative that knocked her out. As soon as she was unconscious, the men cleaned her up and laid her on the stretcher, so that she could be moved to her next room.
CHAPTER 2
Jenny awoke strapped to a chair in a different room, still naked. Dr. Randall stood above her. “Jenny, you have been chosen to become a subject of my new experiment. No longer will you ever have orgasms through your clitoris.”
Jenny snarled, “Let me go, you weird pervert!”
“As I was saying, you will soon have orgasms only by way of swallowing cum. You will be trained to do this, and it will take some time, but it will go faster if you cooperate.”
He walked closer and fitted a clamp in her mouth that held her mouth open. “The first step,” he explained, “is for you to learn to love the taste of cum. In a moment, men will walk through that door, one by one, and will jack off into your mouth. After every three, your mouth will be rinsed and cleansed of the flavor. There are thirty men.”
He continued to talk as her grabbed some equipment. “If you do not swallow, you will receive a painful shock to your breasts.” He attached small clamps to her nipples, each of which was connected to the wall by a small cord. The wall had a mirror, in which she could see her own naked body.
He left, and the first man entered with his dick in his hand. He only took ten seconds before her shot four string shots, three of which entered her mouth. The other splashed on her cheek and nose. Dr. Randall’s voice boomed over a loudspeaker. “Swallow, Jenny!” She shook her head, and tried to spit the semen out. Then she felt a tiny but painful shock. “It will be more painful next time!” Jenny reluctantly swallowed the load. The man left the room, and another took his place. After the third man, Dr. Randall reappeared and flushed out her mouth with water. She was glad that the salty taste was gone, and that she could finally feel her tongue again, but her mouth was still stretched wide open and she knew more men would come in.
Two hours later, Jenny was tired and hungry. Her upper body was covered in semen, from her hair to her navel, and she couldn’t taste anything anymore. Dr. Randall came in, flushed her mouth for the last time, and unstrapped her from the chair. She was too tired to fight or struggle as the doctor and his two goons dragged her to a nearby table, and strapped her down. There Dr. Randall spread her legs and shaved her pussy. After he was finished, he examined her genitals, outside and inside, and then cleaned her belly of semen. She was starting to fall asleep, but she could fell herself being taken out of the exam room and into a smaller room. Food awaited her, as did a bed. She gobbled up most of the food and crawled into a fetal position on the bed. She fell asleep, with tears in her eyes, fearing what awaited her.
CHAPTER 3
Jenny awoke, strapped in the same chair as the day before. Her body had been cleaned of the sticky seed from the day before. Dr. Randall was adjusting some equipment and attaching it to her chair, down between her legs. A suction cup came out from the device and lodged itself onto the girl’s clitoris.
“Today we will begin teaching you to be more obedient,” the doctor announced, while reattaching the nipple clamps from the day before. “You will tell us about your sexual history, desires, thoughts, and fears. If and when you do, you will be rewarded with pleasure. If you do not, you will feel pain. Let’s begin, shall we?”
He sat on a nearby stool, with the remote to her attachments in his hand. He patiently asked her, “How many boys have you had sex with?”