"We need you to do this. We're refugees, have nothing now, no money, no possessions except some clothes. You have to do this."
"You're going to pimp out your little sister!"
"No. The doctor will examine you, nude, and find out how much experience you have, that's all."
"I don't have any experience, except getting my bum done the other day."
"Experience doing other things, like regular sex, blowing guys, getting tied up, just like you were tied up the other day."
"No way. No fucking way!" I screamed it, but I wasn't sure I had a choice.
Three days later I found myself in the waiting room of a Dr. Picard. I had never been to a French doctor before and spoke little French, but I knew why he had been chosen. French doctors were known, at least in Europe, for examining female patients nude, especially young, pretty ones, with good bodies. I was all of that. My brother, and his unknown, ass fucking friend, wanted proof that, in addition to being a virgin, I was disease-free and otherwise physically perfect. French doctors, with their fondness for seeing nubile female patients naked, would see all was in order. After a short wait the office door opened and a nurse came through.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle, je m'appelle Jeannette. Entrez, s'il vous plait." The nurse named Jeannette beckoned me into the doctor's office. For the second time in a week I was about to get naked with a man I had never seen before. Jeannette introduced me to the doctor and quickly disappeared. Dr. Picard looked me over with appreciation and welcomed me in French.
"Merci, Docteur. Parlez-vous Anglais?" I spoke some French but thought our best shot was English.
"Oui, mademoiselle." And mostly he did speak English to me, with occasional lapses. He had me sit on a flat examination table, still clad in the clothes I had worn into the office. On the other side of the room was the usual pelvic examination setup where a girl lay down, spread her legs wide, put them in stirrups, and submitted to an intimate inspection. The doctor took a brief medical history. He told me how young, fresh, and pretty I was, which seemed a bit unprofessional, though not unexpected. Finally, we were ready for what I knew was to come.
"Et maintenant, la chemise et votre jupe, s'il vous plait." I don't know why he resorted to French, but he wanted me to remove my shirt and skirt. He did not SAY to remove them, he just kind of pointed. I stood up, removed my clogs, and then, as requested, stripped to my bra and panties. I went to get up on the table again, but he told me to remain standing. The examination began. I felt relieved that I was not already bare assed naked, but I knew that would come. He put his hand on my tummy and made a motion like he was going to pull my panties down but instead turned me around so my bum was facing him. He felt up the sides of my body and in the middle of my back. Then he turned me around facing him and again felt my sides and then my tummy and moved his hands up to the bottom of my bra.
"Et maintenant le soutien-gorge, s'il vous plait." Now he wanted my bra off. I complied. He drew in a breath when he saw my bare tits, firm and high, yet soft to the touch. And I knew he would touch them.
"Mon dieu, tu as de très beaux seins!" He complimented me on my boobs. My nipples were as hard as rocks and I could feel myself getting wet below.
"Merci, Docteur," I responded politely and, without thinking, I covered my tits with my hands. He raised his stethoscope and told me to put my hands behind my back and I did. He began to listen to my chest just below my left breast, presumably listening to my heart but at the same time feeling me up with his free hand, squeezing and kind of massaging each tit in turn. Then, still listening up under my boobs with the stethoscope, he began feeling my tummy with his free hands, then once, twice, pushing his fingers down underneath the top of my panties toward my girlhood where he could feel the wetness.
"Ah, mademoiselle, you are sexually aroused. Are you used to having sex? Do you have it often?"
"I am somewhat aroused, doctor, but I have not had sex. You will see when you examine me inside."
"Never? A beautiful young girl like you?"
"You will see when you examine me." I knew enough to know he couldn't tell unless I got myself fucked regularly.
Now he had me turn with my back to him, pulled my arms to my sides, and listened to my lungs in the back. Then he started with his hands to my front, feeling my tummy and then my breasts. Every time he touched me I kept getting wetter and wetter. And every time he finished feeling me up I put my hands over my boobs.
"Please, mademoiselle, do not try to cover yourself. If you keep doing it I will tie your hands behind you." Well, my brother said the doctor would want to know if I liked being tied up, so what the hell, I kept covering my boobs. Finally, he told me to sit on the table. I did and once again covered my breasts with my arms crossed in front of me. He shook his head no.
"Now we must do this mademoiselle." He hit the intercom. "Jeannette, apporter la corde, s'il vous plaît." I had wanted to see if he was really going to have me tied up. And now I had my answer. Jeannette came in with some lengths of white cotton rope.
"Les seins," he said. My boobs. I had to make a choice. Getting tied up was one of the things I was supposed to prove I was willing to do. I decided to let it happen. And indeed Jeannette tied me up, at least the top half of me. She had two ten-meter lengths of rope, doubled over. She had me cross my arms behind my back and bound them tightly together in the middle. Then she ran the two pieces of rope around my body, encircling my arms, first below my bare boobies and then above them. On each side, the upper and lower ropes were pulled tightly together and held so with loops between my arms and the sides of my body.
By the time she was done, I couldn't move any part of my upper body. Because my arms were pinned to my body I could tell what she had done was nearly inescapable. Finished, she quickly disappeared. The doctor could now continue his examination unimpeded, and he took full advantage. No boy I had ever been with had spent more time on my naked breasts, and I was helpless to prevent it.
After a time he had me swing my feet up onto the examination table and lie flat. He continued his exam, palpating my chest, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples hard enough to hurt me. Then he proceeded down over my tummy, playing with my belly button and still lower down toward the top of my underwear. A couple of times I flinched noticeably as he slid his hand down under the top band of my little white panties and over the smoothly shaved skin above my genitals and fingered my bunny hole, which by now was soaking wet. Then he pulled the back of my panties down off my ass and massaged my bare bum, pinching and squeezing it.
Finally, he reached around my hips on either side and gently lowered my undies down to mid-thigh so he could see my girlhood. He drew in a breath at my loveliness.
A few seconds later I was naked. Every inch of me. He spread my legs apart to get an even better view.
