She could see her parents and her fiancé talking to the doctor, but thick glass separated them and she couldn’t hear a thing. Her mother looked worried, arms folded and eyes red. Her father looked angry, slamming his fist into his hand and demanding answers, results. Her husband to be looked more confused than anything. She wondered how he could still love her after everything that had happened.
Around her the world was white and sterile. She wore a paper gown and laid on a white foam covered gurney.
Days ago she’d been free. She’d been going about her daily life. Somehow things had gone wrong. Somehow someone at work had found out about her secret. Her father was called, then her fiancé, then the doctors.
Someone had found out about the stories she read. They’d found about about the people she consorted with. That led them to her diary and then everything fell apart.
She’d been taken in the night, the way all perverts were. She was taken to the hospital because she was still young, perhaps they could find a treatment, perhaps even a cure.
The nurse came in with soup and a dinner roll. A little cup of pills that the nurse didn’t explain and watched her swallow. Then there was only waiting. Then the world swam and melted and her arms grew so heavy she couldn’t lift them. Then there was the deep and impenetrable sleep of the drugged.
When she awoke she wondered if the drugs were still in her system because she still couldn’t lift her arms. As she shook her head she realized that she was bound at the wrist and the forearms. She was bound with a thick strap across the chest three times and there was another thick strap pinning her neck to the new strange medical furniture she was on.
Her legs were strapped to stirrups at the thigh, knee and ankle. Her legs were stuck bent at the knees and as she tried to move and realize that she could hardly even wiggle a circle of lights came on above her and the room came into focus.
It was a huge place from what she could see. Not being able to tilt her head she mostly only saw the lights, which were in her eyes, and the chairs. There were two large balconies that encircled the room she was in. it was like a theatre or large lecture hall.
The first balcony looked like it could hold about a hundred people, but it was only dotted with perhaps a dozen in white lab coats. The balcony above them was enclosed in glass and she could see men and women with clip boards or computer tablets watching intently.
The fear came quickly and totally, making her hands and feet go cold and her breath catch.
“The subject’s heart rate is elevated,” said a female voice, from somewhere she couldn’t see.
“Good, she’s awake. Let’s begin,” said a male voice and she saw shadows move towards her.
The motor sounds started first, then she felt her legs open slowly as the stirrups shifted apart. The cool air of the strange giant room ticked her exposed, naked thighs. She realized she was completely naked with only the thick straps covering any of skin. The straps did not cover up her breasts, which were now tipped with hard nipples from the cold, nor did it cover her sex in any way. She wanted to cry, but fear and shock held her from having any real reaction.
The girl felt something cold just above her genitals, then felt gloved fingers smoothing some sort of lotion over her pubis. The tensed as she realized someone was now shaving her. She started to try and struggle, but was again reminded she couldn’t move at all because of the restraints. She tried to scream and someone fit a strap with a rubbery mouth guard over her lips.
She heard two strange electric thumps and realized it was someone turning on a microphone.
“Good morning,” said a confident male voice.
“We are examining and trying to find a treatment for case #SDW-5016-3208. Severely perverse, possibly with latent nymphomaniacal tendencies. Chronic masturbation, possibly with unnatural items, probably attempting ‘female ejaculation’ or some other unnatural physical acts,” he said, then whispered something to someone off the microphone.
“She has admitted desires towards the same sex, the opposite sex, to men other than her fiancé. She has been found to have read all sort of incriminating and disgusting materials online, including stories of orgies, anal sex, bondage, even incest,” he said with disdain.
“We think she may have not only several mental problems, but physical ones as well, including an enlarged clitoris, which is causing uncontrollable libido. As well she may have overactive hormone production and possibly even hyper-orgasm syndrome, where her bodies is unable to function unless she has an irregularly large number of orgasms,” he said calmly.
“As you can see on the wall behind me we are filming her vagina and projecting a close-up on the screen. We are also monitoring her heart rate and other vitals on the readout here. We have also attached a polygraph machine to her fingers and toes and my colleague Doctor Marston will be asking her questions as we go on,” he paused and there was more whispering.
“Now that the subject has been shaved we can get a better look at her,” he said and the girl felt her pussy get wiped off with a cool cloth and the cold air hit her now hairless sex.
She knew she had done all of the things the doctor listed. She felt tears run down her face as she realized that after all the years of lying she’d been caught and exposed as a pervert.
“You can see, even now, during a clinical examination the girl is becoming sexually aroused,” he said with a very slight chuckle.
“Her clitoris, which at first glance does not look enlarged, is becoming engorged. The nurse has noted recordable amounts of moisture being produced and noticeable flush in her face and chest. Her nipples are erect and her heart rate is elevated,” he noted.
Above her she could see the others writing notes, but then her vision was eclipsed by a small computer screen pushed into the front of her face. The screen came to life and she saw the familiar faces of porn stars she’d liked. Something older, but she remembered that she’s saved it on her computer at home. It was one of those goto scenes that got her off every time.
“Where normal people would be offended by the objectification and violence of this twisted imbroglio, see how the subject becomes more and more aroused. Her clitoris continues to swell and her body begins to travel quickly through the sexual response cycle. My college will now let us get a better view of what going on with the aid of a speculum, Dr. Lewis,” he said, moving away.
The girl couldn’t look away of the movie in front of her and was further confused when headphones were placed over her ears. She felt cold metal on her vulva, familiar, but still alien sensation as a speculum was pushed and twisted into her wet pussy. Her face burned from shame, but she couldn’t hear the doctors anymore, only the moaning of the girls in the video as they were fucked over and over again.
She sobbed as the speculum opened and then another tool was inserted into her. She felt something large move in and slowly press against the top of her vagina. It felt like silicone or soft rubber and it seemed to be searching for the right spot. She realized it was near where her g-spot was and just as she wondered if that was what it was looking for the vibrations started.
The bulb inside of her vibrated as it pressed into her g-spot. She couldn’t hear what the doctors were saying, but she was able to turn her head just minutely enough to see some of the men in lab coats in the balcony craning their necks and taking furious notes.
The porn on the screen in front of her switched to one of the dirtiest she’d seen. She remembered it well. It was a girl who was barely eighteen seducing a whole room of burly 40 and 50 year old men. The actress pretended to be one of the men’s step daughter and she was trying to get all of her “daddy’s” friends, who were watching football, to play with her.
She’d never told anyone about the movie and how it hit on so many of her darkest fantasies. The buzzing inside of her was almost painful and she desperately wanted to pull away from it. Soon it was joined by similar buzzing on her clit, which felt huge and throbbing. She felt overwhelmed, painfully aroused, ashamed, claustrophobic.
When she came it hurt. She came and came, but nothing stopped. The buzzing, the jaws of the speculum pulling her open.
She felt coolness on her thighs and realized she squirted. From the corner of her eye she saw the flashes of cameras. She then felt cold on her anus as something thick was inserted into her.
Some of the buzzing stopped, but she only knew that vaguely. The speculum was removed and she sighed as the headphones were taken out. All that was left was the new object in her ass. She was nearly hyperventilating as the monitor in front of her was taken away and she was the audience again.
“-certainly not a normal amount of fluid from the vagina. There may be some irregularity in her urethra, so my colleague will soon check it with these high gauge sounds. These will allow us to slip a camera inside of her, then we can watch as she is stimulated again. But first some questions from Dr. Marston,” the man said.
The world spun as table she was strapped on was lowered slightly and she saw a serious looking man with a clipboard looking her in the eyes.
“Are you aroused by this examination?” he said clinically.
She swallowed unable to speak at first.
“I don’t-I mean-” she felt the large tool in her ass and the coldness of lube and her own ejaculate drying on her thighs.
“Please answer the question with yes or no,” the man said and a woman came over and handed his a small black box.
“Answer please, this will be easier if you comply,” he said, showing her the box and then turning it on so that a small arc of blue light and the sound of electricity scared her.
“No-no!” she begged.
“She’s lying,” he said out loud to the audience.
“Are you a whore?” he asked with disdain.
“No!” she pleaded.
“Lying,” he said, with a shake of his head.
“Bring them out,” he said to someone in the distance.
She saw two large men, very average looking men. One had glasses and wore a purple tie, the other a plaid shirt and hat. The first one moved up to her and began to fondle her breasts. She didn’t know how to react, she just sort of sputtered unable to form words.
He slapped her across the face and smiled.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked roughly.
“No!” she said.
“Lying,” said Dr. Marston.
“She’s lying!” said the man with the microphone.
Somewhere in the audience someone started to laugh.
Wow. This story got really dark. I’m going to stop for now. You take it from her, readers.
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