Scene: Inside a rural clinic office is a Doctor. He is pouring over data that will hopefully help him make better sense at something. He glances at his watch, grabs a clipboard, and stands up. He looks fairly disheveled, like he hasn't had much sleep, thin but muscular. His white coat billows softly behind him as he walks to the door separating his lab from the waiting area.
In the waiting area is a 30-something woman. She is conventionally pretty, with curly hair. She is average sized, and looks and feels nervous. The ad online was for a special trial, offering both pain relief and some cash for participating. Down on hard times, she has little money and has been unable to afford her regular pain medication. She looks around and wonders why the building seems a bit rundown, and why no one else is there. She breathes and then straightens in her chair. Giving herself a mental pep-talk, she steels herself for her appointment.
The door opens and in walks Doctor looking at the clipboard. The door slams behind him and startles the woman and she lets out a small sound of surprise. Doctor's eyes narrow in annoyance as he looks up.
Doctor: You're here for the trial.
30-something woman: Yes. My name is—
Doctor: This is anonymous. I don't need, want, or care to know your name. Stand up.
30-something woman: Oh— How will I know you are talking to me?
30-something woman stands.
Doctor: Fine. I'll call you G. Happy?
G: Oh. Um. Sure.
Doctor: Follow me.
G follows Doctor through the door, hesitating briefly. Once through the door, G sees a fairly ordinary laboratory. Her eyes glance over a few suspicious pieces of equipment. One she vaguely recognizes as a suspension frame, another looks like a gun on a low platform, and small bench that has a few too many rings. An uneasiness settles into her stomach as she hears the door slam and lock.
Doctor: It's after hours. I don't want the janitor to interrupt. He isn't the most trustworthy of people and I value the anonymity of the people who do this trial to let him come in here on a whim.
G: Oh. Thank you. Yes. That seems reasonable.
Doctor: Please put your things down on the chair in the corner and we can get started.
G walks to the chair in the corner and places her purse on it. Feeling a bit better, she walks back towards Doctor.
Doctor: Take off your dress.
G looks startled. Doctor looks annoyed.
Doctor: I can't take accurate measurements. If they are not accurate, the trial may not work, or it may be too overwhelming and lead to serious side effects. Now, take off your dress and put it on the chair.
G nods and hesitantly takes off her dress. It's been a few years since she's been semi-nude in front of a man, and she's clearly uncomfortable. She holds her head high and folds her dress and places it on the chair. She turns around and nervously walks back towards Doctor, clutching her arms around her middle.
Doctor walks over to her and begins to assess her body. G darts her eyes away from his piercing glances and stares at the floor. He reaches over to a box of nitrile gloves and proceeds to put them on. G visibly tenses.
Doctor: I'm going to touch you in a few areas to see how you respond to certain stimuli. This is crucial in figuring out where to put the electrodes to monitor the pain and your vitals. Take off your bra.
G looks scared.
G: I don't see how—
Doctor: I need to place electrodes over your heart for monitoring, and the others need to go under your breast. I can't do that if you have clothing in the way.
This seems logical, and corresponds to the few times G has been in the hospital. Though she doesn't like it, she complies and reaches around to take her bra off. She immediately turns around and walks to the chair to place the bra on top of everything else. Clad only in her underwear, she walks back.
Doctor: Now. Hands on your head. I'm going to palpate you to get some blood flowing in the area.
G nods and complies, raising her eyes to the ceiling and trying not to watch as he touches her.
Doctor walks behind G and touches the side of her breasts. It starts out sterile, but slowly he moves his hands closer to her nipples, massaging them. G makes small noises every so often, particularly as he grazes past her nipples. This goes on for a bit longer than G would think is acceptable for someone running a trial. But she lets Doctor do this because it's starting to feel very nice, after having not had anyone touch her in years.
Doctor's hands massage lower as G begins to relax more. He comes to her hips and uses circle motions where her thighs meet her pelvic area. G gasps as Doctor's breath is exhaled near her ear, a highly erogenous zone for her. Doctor continues his ministrations, being careful not to touch her pubic mound. G continues making small moans and noises.
Doctor abruptly stops and walks away from G, leaving her breathing hard. G is unsure whether this is really a medical trial.
Doctor: Come here.
Doctor beckons her over to the small black bench. She walks shakily towards it and him.
Doctor: Lay face down.
G doesn't register the request as abnormal. All she wants is for him to continue touching her. She lays face down, as commanded. Her legs dangle off the bench, as the bench is not long enough to hold more than her torso.
Doctor: Grab the legs.
G grabs the legs and in that moment she notices the cuffs attached to the rings on the legs. The Doctor is now cuffing her right wrist as she watches in horror.
G: This isn't a trial! Let me go!
Doctor grabs her hands, asserting a strength that with his physique looks improbable. He grins cruelly, as he sets to work on the other wrist.
G: No. No. I want out. You can't.
Doctor says nothing as G struggles. The angle she is at leaves her vulnerable and unable to do much with Doctor holding her down, one wrist cuffed and the other on the way. G decides screaming for help may be more effective.
Doctor stands up and doesn't panic. He now has her wrists bound to the bench. He goes to his desk and picks up a ball gag. He walks back over to her, with an evil glint in his eyes, bends down and forces it into her mouth while she screams. G continues thrashing uselessly. Her screams are now very muffled and she seems as if she is crying.
Doctor: Now that's over with, I can finally have some peace and quiet.
G shuts her eyes tight. She had been warned of medical trials, but she needed some relief from her pain. With that promise and some monetary compensation, she had been blindsided.
G feels Doctor's gloved hands on her back and squirms to try and get away. He begins to peel off her underwear. She thrashes and closes her legs, trying to make it harder for him. He chuckles and fastens a cuff attached to the other leg on the bench around her ankle.
Forgetting about her underwear, she tries to pull away. With one cuff on an ankle, she tries to keep her legs closed with the remaining one. Doctor proves too strong and soon has her attached to all four legs. G is hopeful, as her underwear is still intact.
Doctor senses this and grins. He walks around to face her and squats in front of her.
Doctor: You think you're safe?
He whips out a blade that he keeps in his pocket at all times. The steel gleams in the light. G's eyes widen in fear and she shakes her head over and over again. Tears fall freely from her face as she watches the Doctor smile.
G was no stranger to non-consent fantasies. It was the only erotica that ever got her wet and aroused. Though in a part of her mind, she knew this would be in the realm of really bad, she couldn't help how this encounter was making her feel. Her pulse quickened at the thought of Doctor cutting off her underwear, leaving her more vulnerable than before. She feels ashamed for even becoming aroused at this predicament, and tries to bury her face in her hair.
Doctor walks around and swiftly cuts one side and then the other of her underwear. He rips the remaining fabric from between her legs, throws it across the room, and stands back looking satisfied. Distantly he hears G's muffled cries as he places a gloved hand between her thighs. He reaches her clitoris and rubs hard and fast in circles.
G moans and fights to not respond to Doctor's finger on her clit. Tears are drying on her face, and some makeup is running.
Doctor pulls his hand away, and sets out to find her hole. It's a bit difficult, as G has slightly different anatomy. G's hole is farther back than the majority of other women he has encountered during the trial. What feels like ages to him, takes a couple of seconds longer to find it. Once found, he pushes his middle finger into her and G makes a sound.
Doctor notices that G is a tiny bit wet and proceeds to move his finger in and out. He places his other hand under G's neck and raises her head slightly so that he can speak close to her ear. He continues to finger G.
Doctor: You know... The other women who came for this trial, they also fought and screamed and cried. And yet, none of them were even remotely as wet as you are right now until much farther along. Tell me, G, is this turning you on?
At the Doctor's voice close to her ear, she shudders and closes her eyes. She lets out another muffled moan. At the closing of her eyes, Doctor chuckles.
Doctor: Well, I can't disappoint you, can I? However, it's not going to be an easy time for you, I'm afraid.
Doctor pulls his finger out of G, and looks at the glistening wetness on the glove. He pulls them off and tosses them aside. He grabs some pads from a plastic bag, and walks back to a shuddering G.
Doctor: These are your everyday, run of the mill TENs pads. They stick onto your body, and with two of them attached to a handheld device, they produce an electric current that can stimulate your muscles and take pain away. I'm surprised you haven't heard of a TENs unit before. Probably would have saved you the trip here.
