The cloth that gently wiped over her now bare pussy lips made her jump inside. Not because it was rough, or cold, but because it was in his hand. Jen watched him, feeling the speculum on her stomach with each breath. It laid just above his other hand, which rested just below her naval, allowing his finger tips to tantalize her now exposed pubic mound with his touch. Ug! It was driving her mad! She shouldn't enjoy this, but a part of her was. Each time he dared to look at him, dressed up in his surgical scrubs, his gloves and cap, and that damned mask that hid his true identity, and emotions, from her whenever he glanced up from shaving her to see her reaction, it sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to scream. Scream for someone to come and save her. Scream for mercy. But most importantly, scream for him to do more.

His hand dipped lower, the tips of his fingers just curving the top of her mound, mere millimetres away from her clit. Oh gawd, if he touched her there she had no idea what she would do. His middle finger moved in a slow calculated circle, just above her most sensitive spot, and she gasped, causing the speculum to fall from her stomach and clang onto the metal surgical table.

Johnny turned his head and grinned at her behind the mask. Oh he knew she couldn't see it, but now was time for the real fun to start. He nodded towards Peter to be prepared as he placed his hands on Jens' abdomen. "I'm just going to palpate your abdomen, let me know if anything hurts."

Her heart pounded in her throat, was this really happening? Would she wake up at home in bed wondering where this came from? And if she did, would she regret that it was only a dream?!

He started lower, just below the outline of her stomach, moving ever so slowly up. Pressing down with medium pressure. He loved to watch the way her smooth creamy skin bowed to his fingers, each time they depressed to examine her. As he moved up her right side towards her rib cage, he let his eyes wander to her nipples. They were so responsive, so pink, so erect, that he wanted to take off his operating mask and suck on them. Gently grab them between his teeth and shoot feelings of pleasure and pain straight through her body, down to her clit, causing her to get super wet...but not now, now he had bigger plans.

Jen was trying hard to control her breathing, she didn't want this surgeon to know he was quickly putting her under his skills, his control. Though the pressure moving across her stomach was a bit odd, but was also driving her crazy. And it didn't help that he made sure he felt every inch of her stomach. First moving in a larger circle then in an almost back and forth motion. Her hips moved slightly, arching in a way that might allow his examining hand to slip a finger to two over her clit, yet she knew it wouldn't happen. And right now...she actually didn't want him to, sure her body might be excited, and defiantly would be if he touched her, but his hands...they gave her different feelings. She was once told that women usually say they enjoy an abdominal exam, and now she was understanding why. It was slow, methodic, touching every part of her body. Though she never actually felt the feeling of his bare skin against hers as he touched her, and she regretted that, the soft smooth latex that covered his hands was still mesmerizing. But it was more than the fact that she could watch him, all dressed up in surgical gear, could feel his fingers and palms on her, it was deeper than that. It was like a prey animal, hating to be on its back to expose the stomach in fear of being eaten, of showing weakness, yet once exposed and given in to the touch, it felt more like protection. Like someone was looking out for the things that you might hide, because they cared. She shook her head and felt the hand from behind her rest on her shoulder for a moment. How crazy was she?!

Johnny brought his hands back to where he had started, leaving one hand on her creamy skin and bringing the other hand up tapped lightly on his fingers. Her muscles were tight, obviously from her being stressed more than guarding, but he wasn't going to miss anything that while she be in this position that needed attention, after all, he had put her in this position. But what he didn't like was the way she tried to pull away as he tapped on some key areas. "Does this hurt?" He looked at her.

The moment his eyes met hers she stopped breathing. What did she say? And could she even bring herself to speak without screaming? It had hurt, not too bad, but if she said yes, would he open her up? The thought caused her skin to shiver and goose bumps to travel all the way down her stomach. She shook her head, she had to lie. "No."

The way her breath had caught in a tiny gasp and her stomach flinch, he knew she was lying but that, he could have fun with later, now, oh now he was going to bring her really to her knees. "Hmmm...I don't believe you," he raised a hand to stop her protests, "But I can always come back to this." He nodded to Peter and Jen heard the wheels of a stool roll closer to her. Johnny placed his hand on her thigh and let it trail down her leg as he moved to her ankle restraint. "Tell me, are you going to be a good patient and behave, or do I have to take extra measures to make sure that you do?"

Her heart pounded. Swallowing, she could see the black mask tempting her from above, promising to be used if she didn't cooperate, and it only make her more compliant. She dared to tear her eyes away from it and look at him down by her foot, she could only imagine what he had planned. "I...I...I'll cooperate d...doctor."

His eyebrows raised, he doubt she would, when she realised what he was going to do, but he would give her the chance at least. "Good."

Jen saw him give a sign to whomever was behind her, and her eyes rested right back on the black mask dangling over her. Surely they wouldn't use it again...would they? They had used it before, so it was probably a safe bet that they would, but why was it just hanging there? Why was it threatening to take away her control? Her ability to fight him? What did her doctor have planned? The smooth soft latex against her ankle gave her her answer. It loosened the restraint around it and freed her leg. Jen debated trying to kick it, and she could tell they were waiting for her to do something, for the surgeon merely held on to her leg, and the mask moved slightly lower. She froze. She froze until she felt her leg move up and into a stirrup position. But she didn`t have time to fight it, before she could, it was strapped into place, her entire calf muscle was trapped as was her ankle. She groaned and saw the mask move down, it was closer now, she could almost smell the intoxicating gas that would take her down, it made her heart race. Part of her wanted it, but an even bigger part of her wanted to fight it. Show the surgeon who was boss. So when he moved to her left leg, and freed her ankle, she jumped, bringing her leg up she struggled against all her bonds. She never felt it come into contact with the surgeon so he must have been prepared, but she wasn`t allowed the chance to see if she was correct. The man behind her gave her maybe a heart beat in her struggles before placing that dreaded black mask down on her face, sealing it tight, preventing her from not inhaling the drug. Jen tried though, moving her head side to side, but to no avail she was trapped, and sinking fast. She gulped in the gas with each struggle she made, and before she knew it she felt her eyes drooping, and her body relax against the table. She heard the surgeons voice, it was low and slow, like when a tape player ran out of batteries and the voices were slowed down. She guessed it was from the drug more than him actually speaking that way.

"Not too much, we don't want her to fall asleep...yet."

Jen wasn't sure what she was more fearful off, his key word of yet, or the fact that she could feel, even in her dazed sleep, that both her legs were up, spreading her wide so that every inch of her pussy was fully exposed and open for her surgeon, and another restraint had been added across her hips, keeping her in place.