Chapter 10

Sarah fidgeted on the crinkly paper of the exam table, her short skirt hiked up thighs, no panties as instructed by the shady clinic's flyer promising "thorough checkups." The room smelled of antiseptic and latex, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, a heart rate monitor clipped to her finger beeping steady at first—72 bpm.

 She bit her lip, pussy already damp from nerves and the thrill of this illicit spot whispered about in kink forums. *What if they really inspect every inch?* Her nipples strained against her thin blouse, the air conditioning whispering cool drafts over her exposed skin.

Dr. Harlan entered, white coat unbuttoned over scrubs hugging his muscular frame, stethoscope dangling. Two male nurses followed Towering Jake with tattooed arms, and lean Marcus with a smirk and gloves snapping on. 

"Sarah, right? Here for the full physical," Harlan said, voice clinical but edged with hunger, eyes raking her legs. He locked the door with a click, the sound echoing like a promise. "Feet in stirrups, legs wide."

She complied, heart rate jumping to 85 as cold metal stirrups cradled her heels, knees splayed obscenely. Harlan adjusted them higher, spreading her pussy lips apart, clit peeking swollen. The paper rustled under her ass, sticking slightly to her damp skin. "Good girl," Jake murmured, wheeling over a tray speculums gleaming, electrodes, syringes filled with clear lube. Monitors hummed to life, displaying her vitals, the green line spiking with her pulse.

Harlan snapped on gloves, the latex scent sharp, and traced her inner thigh with gloved fingers, calluses pressing divots. "Visual inspection first." He parted her folds roughly, breath hot on her mound, exposing her hole to the cool air. Sarah gasped, monitor beeping faster—92 bpm—as he picked the speculum, medium-sized duckbill chilled from the tray. He lubed it minimally, the gel cold drip trickling down her asscrack. "Relax," he ordered, sliding it in slow, the metal widening her channel with unyielding pressure.

Click-click the blades locked open, stretching her walls taut, cervix visible under the exam light's glare. Air rushed inside, a bizarre vulnerability, her pussy clenching futilely around the invasion. "Tight," Harlan noted, audience of nurses nodding. Jake attached electrode pads to her inner thighs and right above her clit, wires snaking to a control box. Marcus monitored the screen, chuckling at 105 bpm. "Patient's excited."

Electro-stim hummed to life low pulses first, tingling her clit like tiny tongues flicking. Sarah moaned, hips twitching, the speculum holding her immobile as jolts ramped up, clit swelling under the pads. Zaps danced nerves alive, sharp pinches blending to throbbing pleasure, her juices coating the speculum blades. *Fuck, it's too much,* she thought, toes curling in stirrups, monitor screaming 120 bpm with erratic peaks.

"Stim test complete," Harlan said, removing the pads with sticky peels, but leaving the speculum buried. He grabbed a syringe thick barrel filled with warm lube and depressed the plunger tip into her exposed cervix. "Deep hydration." The injection burned slow, lube flooding her womb in pressurized gushes, bloating her belly slightly, excess squirting out around the speculum with wet farts. The fullness pressed every nerve, pussy spasming visibly.

Nurses stripped then, cocks springing free Harlan's thick and curved, Jake's a monster veined length, Marcus girthy with heavy balls. They wheeled the table lower, Harlan extracting the speculum with a slick pop, her hole gaping momentarily, lube bubbling out. "Penetration exam," he announced, shedding coat and shoving his cock in raw. The slide was effortless, lube squelching around his girth, balls slapping her ass as he bottomed out.

Sarah cried out, monitor spiking to 140 bpm, alarms beeping warning. He fucked hard, table creaking, gloved hands pinning her stirruped thighs wider. "Heart rate's off the charts—slut response confirmed." Jake climbed on, straddling her chest, cock nudging her lips. "Open for oral probe." She sucked greedily, tongue tracing the salty vein, drool bubbling as he thrust, gagging her with musky length.

Marcus waited, stroking, until Harlan grunted his release hot creampie flooding deep, mixing with lube in thick pulses, overflowing to puddle on paper. He withdrew, cum farting out, and Marcus took position, slamming into the mess.

 The squelch was obscene, his girth stretching anew, hips pistoning with medical precision. Jake face-fucked her deeper, balls smacking chin, the latex taste lingering from gloves now on his hands gripping her hair.

Vitals monitor wailed—155 bpm—as orgasms ripped through her. First peak clenched Marcus's cock, squirting lube-cum mix in arcs, soaking his scrubs. "Incontinent," Harlan noted dryly, reattaching electro-stim to her nipples now, zaps syncing with thrusts. Pain-pleasure cocktail made her buck, table rattling instruments.

Jake came next, flooding her throat with bitter jets, forcing swallows around choking girth. He dismounted, swapping to her pussy as Marcus pulled out mid-creampie his load pumping ropes onto her mound before diving back in to finish inside. Jake's monster stretched her limits, ridges dragging walls raw, lube bubbling frothy with each plunge.

Harlan injected more lube mid-fuck, syringe plunger depressing deep into Jake's strokes, bloating her fuller. Her second orgasm hit volcanic, body convulsing, heart rate peaking 170 bpm, alarms blaring as she squirted violently clear streams jetting over Jake's abs, splattering monitors. "Extreme response," Marcus logged, voice strained.

They rotated relentlessly. Harlan throat-fucked while Marcus took pussy, Jake injecting lube into her ass now cold flood stretching rectum before his cock followed, double-penetrating with Marcus in a spit-roast sandwich. Table groaned under triple weight, paper tearing, her body pinned and plundered. Degrading checks continued: "Pupils dilated arousal confirmed," Harlan said between thrusts, shining a penlight in her eyes.

Third creampie from Marcus in her pussy, cum-lube cocktail overflowing, dripping warm down ass to pool beneath. Jake unloaded in her ass, pulling out to let it gape, farts bubbling seed. Harlan finished the chain, reclaiming pussy for his second load, pounding until she squirted again, drenching everyone's legs, monitor flatlining beeps from overload before resetting.

Exhausted, they unstrapped her, Sarah's limbs jelly, pussy and ass throbbing open, cum leaking in steady rivulets onto the floor. Heart rate slowed to 110, panting ragged. "Exam complete. Return for follow-up," Harlan said, wiping his cock on her thigh, leaving her sprawled amid beeps and satisfied smirks.

But the "follow-up" started immediately. Jake hoisted her hips higher in stirrups, Marcus fetching a larger speculum goose-neck for deeper views. "Secondary dilation test," he explained, inserting it with a chill glide, clicking wide until her cervix winked exposed again. Harlan ramped the electro-stim to her clit and asshole pads, pulses syncing to her slowing heartbeat, jolting it erratic once more.

Sarah whimpered, overstimulated nerves firing wild, the metal hold amplifying every zap clit dancing under shocks, ass clenching futilely. Lube syringe number three plunged into her cervix, warmer this time, flooding until her belly distended visibly, pressure building like a balloon. Nurses stroked cocks back hard, the air thick with fresh musk over antiseptic.

no, Dr. Harlan mounted the table end, cock sliding into her mouth as Jake took pussy, girth displacing lube in gushes. Marcus claimed ass, the dual lower penetration rocking her core, speculum still locked open for "monitoring." Thrusts hammered, table vibrating monitors, beeps accelerating to frenzy—160 bpm—as friction reignited her.

"Patient's metrics indicate repeat dosing," Harlan grunted around her sucks, injecting lube into her throat indirectly via deep face-fucks. She gagged on cum-lube mix from prior loads, swallowing thick strands. Jake's pace brutalized her g-spot, forcing another squirt powerful jet around his cock, spraying Marcus's balls, the splash hitting stirrups with wet slaps.

Marcus came first in ass, hot pulses bloating her further, withdrawing to watch it fart out pink-tinged from raw stretch. Jake followed, creampie number five overflowing pussy, lube-cum froth bubbling like champagne. Harlan yanked from her throat, adding his load to her tits, ropes landing warm and sticky, dripping to nipples zapping electric.

They removed the speculum last, her hole slow to close, gaping invitingly. One final electro burst on clit sent her into convulsions, squirting untouched, arcs hitting the ceiling tiles before raining down. Heart rate peaked 180, alarms silenced manually. Sarah lay ruined, body humming, every crevice filled and leaking, the clinic's wild exam etched into her pulsing flesh.

They left the speculum out this time, her holes free to clench and leak in the aftermath, but Harlan wasn't satisfied. "Final stress test," he declared, signaling Jake to fetch restraints soft velcro straps securing her wrists to table sides, ankles ratcheted even wider in stirrups until her hips ached from the pull. The position tilted her pelvis up, gravity aiding the cum-lube slurry trickling from pussy and ass, pooling warm beneath her tailbone on the torn paper. Marcus adjusted the heart monitor leads, sticking fresh pads to her temples and under her breasts, the adhesive tugging chest hair she didn't have, cold gel seeping into skin.

Electro-stim wires now spiderwebbed her body—clamps on nipples pinching sharp, pads framing her stretched labia, a probe eased into her urethra for bladder stim, the thin intrusion burning like fire as it seated. Sarah's breath hitched, monitor leaping to 125 bpm already, the probe's catheter bag filling with a dribble of her fluids tinted pink from friction. "Bladder capacity check," Harlan explained, flipping switches. Pulses fired in waves nipples jolting like bee stings, clit throbbing under labia pads, urethra vibrating deep, forcing involuntary twitches.

*Too full, gonna burst,* she thought, tears pricking eyes, pussy fluttering empty yet hypersensitive. Jake palmed a massive injector syringe double-barrel for pussy and ass simultaneous filled with warmed lube spiked with menthol for tingle. He positioned the forked tips, one at each hole, and depressed slowly. The dual flood stretched innards anew, cool burn spreading from rectum to bowels, pussy bloating to cramping fullness, excess squirting out in pressurized spurts that soaked Jake's gloves. Monitor spiked 145, beeps frantic.

Nurses shed remaining clothes, cocks rigid again. Harlan took point at her head, threading his curved length past her lips into throat, the antiseptic tang of his skin mixing with lingering cum. "Gag reflex assessment." He held deep, nose buried in pubes, musk overwhelming as she choked, throat convulsing around him. Jake claimed pussy, monster cock parting folds slick with mess, bottoming with a squelch that vibrated the table. Marcus mirrored in ass, girth forcing past resisting ring, the dual lower fill reigniting nerves to blaze.

They synchronized like a machine Harlan's throat-fucks setting rhythm, Jake and Marcus pistoning in tandem, cocks rubbing through thin walls. Every withdrawal dragged ridges over g-spot and prostate nerves, slams grinding deep. Electro pulses synced to thrusts, zaps peaking on in-strokes, nipples crackling, clit frying pleasure-pain. Syringe lube frothed out with each plunge, gritty from dried remnants, rasping walls deliciously.

Sarah's world narrowed to sensations: throat bulging visibly, drool bubbling from nose; pussy and ass packed immobile, bellies distending with loads; bladder probe humming, forcing micro-squirts around Jake's base. Heart rate rocketed—165 bpm—alarms muted now for "immersion." Crowd? No, just them, but voyeur cams blinked red in corners, streaming who knew where.

First climax shattered her—urethra pulsing around probe, squirting catheter-full force, bag swelling rapid as pussy clenched Jake merciless. "Ejaculatory response optimal," Marcus grunted, slamming harder, his balls tightening. He erupted in ass, ropes jetting hot against lube burn, bloating her until farting overflow coated thighs sticky. Pulled out mid-spurt, painting her mound white before plunging back to finish.

Jake followed, creampie six flooding pussy, excess jetting from urethra-probe seal in messy sprays. Harlan face-fucked through it, unloading down throat bitter pulses swallowed convulsively, overflow dribbling chin. They rotated once more: Marcus throat, Jake ass, Harlan pussy injecting fresh lube mid-fuck, syringe plunger hissing as it pressurized around his thrusts.

Her final squirt was cataclysmic, body arching rigid against straps, heart rate flatline-peaking 190 before dropping, squirting in endless arcsoverhead lights, nurses' chests, monitors shorting sparks. Cum frothed everywhere, table a slip-n-slide of fluids. They creampied in unison Marcus throat, Jake ass deep, Harlan womb-filling then withdrew, leaving her gaping, convulsing, probe bag overflowing.

Hours blurred in aftercare haze probes removed with stinging pops, stirrups lowered, vitals logged at 95 bpm. Sarah panted, body wrecked canvas of red pad marks, welts from grips, every hole tender-throbbing. "Cleared for release," Harlan said, but handed her a card: "Weekly maintenance recommended." She stumbled out, legs quaking, cum trickling down thighs into panties she hadn't worn, the wild exam's echoes pulsing with every step.

the wild exam's echoes pulsing with every step.

Yet Sarah's appointment card burned in her pocket, pulling her back the next week for "maintenance." The clinic door clicked shut behind her again, same antiseptic bite greeting her nostrils, but now laced with her dried arousal's faint memory. 

She stripped without prompting this time, folding clothes neatly on the side chair, heart monitor already waiting on the exam table like an old lover. Nude, she climbed up voluntarily, paper crinkling under ass, feet finding stirrups and locking them herself wide spread, pussy lips parting in invitation, clit already peeking swollen.

Dr. Harlan entered with Jake and Marcus, grins wider, trays heavier. "Eager patient," Harlan noted, clipping the finger sensor baseline 88 bpm, quicker than last time. "Escalated protocol today." They bound her thighs to stirrups with padded cuffs, immobilizing hips, then wrists overhead to table rail, arching her back for deeper access. The position pulled skin taut, nipples pointing skyward, a vulnerability that clenched her core.

Marcus wheeled in the advanced speculum, a fiber-optic model with internal camera, LED-lit for "high-res imaging." Chilled metal slid in, self-expanding via screw mechanism, blades blooming wide until her cervix glowed on the wall-mounted screen for all to see pink, quivering, lube from home prep glistening. Crowd? No physical one, but live-feed notifications pinged on Harlan's tablet, viewers chiming in requests. Sarah's pulse hit 102, monitor beeping approval.

Electro-stim upgraded: wireless pads adhered to labia majora and minora, pulling lips wider; urethral probe thicker, with inflatable balloon for seal; nipple clamps wired for variable current, teeth biting down as they latched. Jake tested with a dial turn jolts rippling from tits to clit, urethra buzzing like trapped bees, her body jerking rigid, moans echoing off sterile walls. The pads' adhesive tugged hairs, a prickly pain layering the shocks.

"Prep injection," Harlan said, loading twin syringes with aphrodisiac-laced lube tingling compound from black-market suppliers. One plunged cervix-deep via speculum port, flooding womb with slow burn that spread fiery arousal through pelvis; the second into bladder through probe, bloating it uncomfortably full. Excess bubbled out, warm trails snaking down perineum to ass, the chemical heat igniting nerves to fever pitch. Monitor spiked 128 bpm, alarms chirping softly.

Nurses disrobed, cocks rigid and oiled Jake's monster veined thicker, Marcus pierced with a frenum bar glinting, Harlan's curved head flared wider. They didn't rush. Jake teased first, rubbing his length along her slit, bumping clit pads to spark jolts with each pass, pre-cum smearing sticky. "Beg for the probe," he commanded. "Please... fuck me, fill me," Sarah gasped, hips straining futilely against bonds.

Harlan nodded, and Jake thrust in pussy yielding with wet suck, speculum retracted just enough for entry, camera capturing the stretch live. Inch by inch filled her, ridges dragging walls lubed to slick fire, bottoming with cervix kiss. 

Marcus synced to ass, piercing bar scraping rim raw as he sank, dual girth sandwiching her thin. Harlan claimed throat, cock muting pleas to gurgles, gloved hand pinching nose for breath play panicked swallows milking him deeper.

Thrusts built mechanical electro pulses ramping with speed, nipple shocks syncing to slams, urethral inflation pulsing in time. Syringe lube frothed relentlessly, gurgling from both lower holes, the tingler amplifying every drag to electric bliss. 

Sarah's vitals peaked 152 bpm, screen flashing warnings, body a conduit of overload. First orgasm tore free urethra clenching probe, squirting catheter bag to burst, floods jetting around Jake's base in pressurized arcs, soaking Marcus's thighs with hot patter.

"Peak metrics," Marcus logged, not faltering, his piercing grinding prostate nerves inside. He came roaring, creampie seven bloating ass, pulling halfway for visual seed jetting white ropes against pink walls on screen before resealing deep. Jake hammered through, adding his load to pussy, overflow squirting in sync with her spasms, monitor hitting 168.

Harlan withdrew from throat, cum strands connecting lips to tip, and swapped to bladder probe control inflating further until she whimpered cramp, then deflating in pulses mimicking fucking. Fresh torment. 

They unbound lower briefly for reposition: Sarah flipped face-down on table, ass high via padded risers, new stirrups angling knees. Speculum reinserted anal now, camera probing rectum live. Probes migrated clit clamp direct, labia spreader bars pulling wide.

Round two escalated. Marcus pussy, piercing bar raking g-spot viciously; Jake throat, monster gagging her to tears; Harlan ass alongside speculum, dual stretch captured in HD. Injections continued nipple syringes with numbing agent for contrast play, injecting until tits swelled hypersensitive. 

Electro waves crashed: clit frying continuous, ass rim zapping around Harlan's cock, throat vibrations humming Jake's length.

Sweat poured, stinging eyes, pooling in navel; lube-cum slurry cascaded down legs, puddling floor slippery. Heart rate flatlined peaks at 185 bpm, black spots dancing vision. Squirts chained urethra untouched this round but pussy flooding Marcus, drenching piercings, arcs hitting wall-mounted screen in sparks. Marcus creampied with growl, bar pulsing seed deep; Harlan followed in ass, flooding speculum channel; Jake throat-blasted, forcing gulps till belly sloshed.

They didn't stop at three. "Endurance phase," Harlan decreed, activating table hydraulics tilting her vertical, head down for gravity rush, blood pounding ears as cocks rotated anew. Jake pussy, Marcus ass double with fresh plug-assist, Harlan filming close-ups with phone for "records." Electro maxed, body convulsing nonstop, squirting inverted now upward fountains splattering ceilings, raining back on skin in warm sheets.

Creampies numbered ten by end pussy six, ass four holes loose and farting seed constantly, bladder bag discarded for free-flow floods. Final jolt cluster ripped her grand mal peak, squirting endless as heart rate crested 195, vision tunneling to white. They powered down, unbinding limp form, vitals crashing to 90 bpm in afterglow.

Sarah slid off table, knees buckling into cum puddle, body humming residual shocks, every crevice raw-throbbing testament to the clinic's depths. Harlan handed saline wipes.."Clean up"but she knelt instead, licking boots clean of her mess, monitor beeping loyal approval. Weekly? She'd go daily, that was how much she loved a good fuck.