Beth timidly walked into the exam room and looked around the room in hopes of finding hints of what they are going to do in this room. She saw the same line of cupboards and drawers that was in Mark's exam room. In the center of the room was a gyno exam chair, along with a door to another room. There was a young white woman and a tall black man in the room waiting for her.
The woman introduced herself as Dr. Madison, and she introduced the black man as Derek, her assistant that will be helping with the exam. Derek was wearing a blue scrub top and loose fitting scrub pants. Dr. Madison was wearing a full white doctors lab coat with black nylons and fancy leather boots with short thick heels.
Dr. Madison spoke in a firm, cold tone "Strip".
Beth just stood there speechless. She knew this would happen eventually. Just not that it would be this fast.
Derek started walking towards her and stopped less than a foot in front of her. My eyes were at shoulder level. I looked up into his eyes and stubbornly said "No!"
"I don't think you are quite understanding how things work around here, slut!" Said Derek. "It's in your best interest to do what your told, exactly when you are told to do it."
He moved his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "Your body isn't yours anymore, slut. It's ours. The only question now is, how hard are you going to make it for yourself before you accept it?"
I turned my head slightly, so I could make my protest directly into Derek's ear. "I'm not a slut. I love my husband!"
Derek barely let me finish before grabbing my wrists and twisting them behind my back and finally using just one of his hands, grabbed both wrists with one hand, holding them parallel to the ground. My elbows now stuck out to my sides and my forearms were being held close together against my mid back. I tried twisting and squirming. But Derek's grip held strong. Just when I felt my wrists shift a little bit, Derek's free hand came up and wrapped around my neck. Squeezing just enough to cause me to stop talking and stop squirming all in one motion.
Dr. Madison, it looks like we need to teach this slut her place a little faster than we had initially planned.
Dr. Madison responded, "I think you're right Master Derek. Let's go ahead and start phase 2 of the transformation during this session."
Derek replied with a grin, "It will be my pleasure!"
Derek removed his hand from my neck and procured something metal from a drawer behind me. I felt the cold metal on my left wrist, followed by the clicking of the handcuffs. Derek pulled my handcuffed arm in front of me, followed by my free hand, which was quickly cuffed as well. Beth said, "What are you going to do to me?". But there was no response from either of them.
Derek nodded to Dr. Madison and the noise of an electric motor filled the room. Derek pulled her cuffed hands above her head and reached up towards the ceiling and secured her handcuffs to a chain attached to the lift that was mounted to the ceiling. It looked like one of those transfer lifts to move patients that couldn't walk. Another nod from Derek and the lift began raising my arms. My arms were still slightly bent, so at least I wasn't hanging by my arms.
Derek opened a cupboard and pulled a long bar looking thing that had clips and little metal bolts attached to it. He laid it down in front of my feet. He then opened another drawer and procured what looked like sex handcuffs. Without missing a beat, he bent down and began putting the padded cuffs around my ankles. Derek grabbed the bar and said "spread your legs". I still had all my clothes on, but I still hesitated to follow his command. Fuck him! I'm not just going to spread my legs because some guy tells me to! I looked down at Derek and gave him an evil stare. Derek looked up at me slowly, with a very serious look on his face. "I won't ask again. Either spread your legs or I'll spread them for you. And my nice side will disappear."
I didn't want to find out what that side looked like. I slowly spread my feet a little more than shoulder width apart. "Further!", said Derek. I followed his command. I still had all my clothes on but I couldn't help but notice that I spread my legs with Derek kneeling in front of me. His face was directly in front of my crotch. Derek attached each cuff to each end of the bar, and immediately clicked a button and stretched the bar at least another foot. My feet followed the stretching of the bar and I was now dropped down low enough to take the slack out of my handcuffed arms.
Dr. Madison retrieved a bottle of pills from a drawer, and told Derek "Start her with 2."
Derek replied, "Are you sure?"
Dr. Madison responded to Derek, but held eye contact with me and said, "Yes, let's see if it will get her through phase 2 quicker. She wanted it to be difficult for us, so let's show her how easy it is for us to make things difficult for her."
Derek took the pills from Dr. Madison, along with a glass of water that was sitting on the counter. He held the pills up to my lips for me to take them, but I only closed my mouth tighter.
"Open!" Derek said sternly.
I shook my head no.
This was a mistake. I could tell that Derek was officially mad at me, and growing increasingly annoyed with my disobedience.
Derek said, "Dr. Madison, if you don't mind assisting me, please hold her head still."
Dr. Madison stood behind me and placed both of her hands on my cheeks and held my head. Still. Derek reached up and plugged my nose and waited. I was already taking short breaths as it was. So it was only a handful of seconds before I opened my mouth and breathed in. Derek immediately shoved the pills into my mouth, and then held my jaw and mouth closed so I couldn't spit them back out. The pills started mixing with my saliva and that horrible pill taste filled my mouth. I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to swallow the pills. So down they went. As soon as I swallowed Derek and Dr. Madison released my head and mouth. Derek offered me a glass of water, by holding it up to my lips. I gladly accepted, to get as much of that horrible taste out of my mouth as I could.
Dr. Madison said, " you and your cuck are already racking up the penalties for violating your contracts. If you expect to walk out of here with any extra money, you might want to start doing what you're told to do."
And with that, Derek reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. He wasted no time. He grabbed the bottom of my tank top, and began cutting up the middle of the tank top. He got to the final cut right between my breasts, and paused to say "you won't be needing this anymore." With that, he made the final cut and my tank top was now just hanging over my shoulders. The only thing covering my breasts was the bikini top that I had on underneath. Rather than cutting the shoulder straps and completely removing the tank top, Derek reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shorts and pulled them away from my thigh. He started cutting the same way he did the shirt, until he cut through the elastic waistband. But since my legs were secured at the bottom, he had to cut the other leg as well. After he made both cuts, my athletic shorts fell to the floor, leaving only my bikini bottoms to cover my most private body parts. My breathing was now faster and shorter. I knew my bikini wouldn't be on for much longer.
Derek moved back to my tank top and cut the shoulder straps. My tank top landed on the floor on top of my shorts. Derek moved closer. He placed his right hand flat on my cheek and neck. He then took his left hand and placed it on my stomach, just below my belly button, with his fingertips directly above my bikini bottoms.
With his mouth just inches from my ear, he whispered "Whose pussy is this?"
" Certainly not yours!" I exclaimed.
" Ah, so I guess there's still a little bit of fight in you. It's not going to take long for you too burn through your money."
" Who said I care about any of the money?!" I spit back.