The technician rolled Nancy's bed around the corner and into a room with a large machine with an opening big enough to push her in up to her shoulders. It was dark and claustrophobic in there, and then the machine started making loud noises. Nancy closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon.
Fortunately, it was.
"How did I do? Did it find anything?", she asked the technician as he pulled her out.
"I can't tell you anything, ma'am", he said, as he began unstrapping her arms and legs, "the docs will need to look at the scan. You can go back to the exam room and wait", and with that he left.
Nancy sat up, and realized that this man was not even going to help her get back to the room. No, she was going to have to walk. What. the. fuck. she said to herself.
She carefully hopped down off the cart and grabbed the back of her gown with both hands. A quick look out the door, both ways to see if anyone was going, and she was back out in the empty hallway. Bare feet echoed on the cold tile floor.
She retraced the path they had taken, back to the waiting room where... ugh.. Kyle might be waiting again. Fortunately there was no sign of him. What the hell is up with that guy, she wondered. At first she'd thought he was cute, but now he seemed like such a perv that she didn't really want to see him again. Not even at work.
Tightly clasping the back of her gown closed with her left hand, she opened the door back to the other hallway with her right, and soon found her way back to the same sparse exam room where her humiliations had begun. There was no one there, so she sat on the table and waited.
And waited, and waited. They'd taken her phone, the only timepiece she had on her, so we wasn't entirely sure what time it was, but she was now positive she was late for work.
Finally, both doctors, the old nurse, and the young assistant all came back into the room without warning.
"Well", spoke the elder Dr. Thomas, "nothing unusual in the x-ray or the scan. Nothing to explain your headaches. Barbara - prep this patient for a *full* exam", and with that the two male doctors left.
Barbara said, "lay down on the table, sweetie", and Nancy reluctantly did so.
Jeanie, the younger woman, got out a paper drop cloth and spread it over Nancy, covering from her chest down to about the middle of her thighs. What is that for, thought Nancy, it certainly doesn't cover up any more than this damn gown does..
"Hold your arms over your head, dear", Barbara said. Nancy placed held her arms straight behind her head.
To her surprise, Barbara grabbed both sleeves of her gown and pulled on them, and it slid off over her head. Jeanie held the paper in place so that Nancy's body stayed covered.
"Wh- wh- what? Why", Nancy wondered out loud.
"You won't be needing the gown for the rest of the exam", the nurse said, "it would just get in the way"
Oh god, Nancy wondered, what are they planning to do now?
"Scoot down to the end of the table, dear. Hang your legs over the side"
Nancy very nervously scooched towards the end of the table, clutching the thin paper sheet tightly over her trembling chest.
"Jeanie, put her feet up", Barbara ordered.
The young assistant swung two previously unseen appendages out from under the exam table. Each one had a leg brace on it. She grabbed each of Nancy's feet and put it in one of the braces, and the secured them snugly with velcro snaps.
Oh shit, of fuck, Nancy said to herself.
At the same time her legs were being secured, Barbara turned a crank that made the table bend in the middle and the back part move upright so it was like sitting in a chair. The force of gravity caused Nancy to hunch down even further onto the leg braces.
Barbara grabbed her hands, and proceeded to strap them down with more velcro straps, to the sides of the table above behind her.
How much worse can this get, Nancy though.
Finally, Barbara turned another crank down at her feet, and Nancy's leg braces moved upwards and apart from each other. Soon her legs were forced up into the air, her feet wide apart. She just knew that anyone standing at her feet now would have a full view under that paper sheet, and it was no longer providing any protection at all for her most private areas. She could feel the cold air not just on her pussy, but even on her poor bare bottom.
Ugh, I wish they'd give me my panties back, she thought.
"Just sit tight sweetie, we'll back in a moment with the doctor", said Barbara, and she and Jeanie left the room too!
"No", Nancy protested, "don't leave me like this! I'm totally helpless! You've got to let me close my legs!"
Ignoring her, the door slammed behind them.
"You've got to let me close my legs!", she repeated, in vain.
After a few minutes, a knock came at the door.
"Come in! Please hurry!", Nancy said, eager to get this over with and get out of this embarrassing situation.
The door slowly opened. It was.. Kyle.
Nancy gulped and stared at him in silence, mulling the thought that the only thing between him and her completely helpless, completely naked body was a thin paper sheet, that seemed like it might just come sliding off at any moment.
"Why, what a predicament you seem to have gotten yourself into", he said, coming around to the end of the table where her bare legs were held aloft.
"Kyle! No, don't look at me! I'm not wearing anything under there! I'm helpless..", she blabbered.
"You certainly do seem to be", he said, making a point of staring right at her exposed regions. "Let me introduce you to my Little Friend!"
"No! No! Nancy turned her head away, shut her eyes, and waited a few seconds. She heard nothing else from Kyle. Slowly and with great trepidation, she turned her head back towards him and opened her eyes.
He was standing at her foot, still fully clothed, holding in his right hand a.. feather. A large black ostrich feather! Where the hell did he get that? And what was he going to do with it? Oh no, not that, she thought, he's going to..
"Y-y-you're not going to tickle my *feet* with that, are you?", she pleaded, "please, no, I'll do anything you want, *anything*, just don't tickle my poor feet again, I can't take it"
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to tickle your... *feet* this time", he said, and silently moved the feather down between Nancy's legs!
"No! No! I didn't mean there! Not there!", she begged.
The feather made contact with her inner thigh, and stroked back and forth, eliciting choked laughter as Nancy tried to hold back her reaction. It moved closer and closer to her shaved pussy, tickling more and more. Finally as it grazed the side of her outer lips, she broke down and could not hold it in anymore.
"Ahahahahah! Hahaha! Oooo! Nooo! Uuuuuggggh", she laughed, she grunted, she groaned, she tried to get away but there was no escape. The feather probed up and down both sides of her quivering labia, and the creases of her legs.
She strained to get away as fiercely as the restraints would allow, which was not nearly enough to free herself or move away from the source of her torture, but was quite enough to cause the paper sheet to shuffle off to the side and land on the floor with a crinkle, leaving her totally naked and exposed.
Her high pitched giggling continued. Kyle remained silent, concentrating his attention on the feather, never looking Nancy in the face. "Teeheeheee oh ah oh ah", she was nearly in tears. He repeated his tour of her nether regions over and over, as her laughter intensified. She did not want to think how much it was turning her on. Her pussy was dripping wet.
"Now, I wonder about down here...", he finally said, and moved the feather into the region between her pussy and asshole. This proved to be just as ticklish.
"No no nonnononononnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn nanananana hgngngnghggngngng", Nancy started to talk but trailed off into meaningless moans and groans.
Finally, he shifted his attention towards her poor little bare butthole itself. He ran the very tip of the feather in circles around her anus, as she bucked and struggled and tried to get away, her vocal utterances unintelligible and untranscribable.
"Round and round the little brown hole, when it goes in, nobody knows", he said.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooo nnnnnoooooo ssssssstopstopstopstop ssssssssss", she hissed like a snake.
The tip of the feather barely, imperceptibly, penetrated the puckered ring of her anus, and gently moved in and out.
"Oooooooooo ooooo ooooo", her hissing was replaced by high pitched moans, "oooo oooooo ooooooooo AHH!", she convulsed with the force of a completely unwanted, coerced orgasm.
Suddenly another knock came at the door.
"What's going on in there, miss?", called the old doctor.
... to be continued ...