Johnny watched as Jens head rolled slightly side to side, slowly, as she fought through the fogginess of the gas. He moved closer to her, putting his hand on her pubic mound and slowly stroking downward, letting his fingers splay out and touch every inch of her sweet woman hood. He watched how even in her sleep her body responded by getting wetter. It was so pink, so open, just waiting for him. All he could do was just stare as she fought to regain her conscious mind. It wouldn't take her long, but with her restrained to his surgical table he could take all the time in the world. Though he did often like a woman to be trimmed, showing a bit of pubic hair, he had to admit that shaving her, and seeing the result, made his normally lose scrub pants feel slightly tighter. It was so soft, even through the surgical gloves, and he could just smell the beginnings of her arousal. Warm and sweet.

Jen blinked as the bright light slowly came back into focus. She felt something stroke down her pussy, it was soft, smooth, and felt good, but it didn't make sense...maybe it was just a dream, something left over from...she tried to move her hips and felt the restraint holding them down. It all came flooding back to her. She gasped and tried to look down. She could see him clearly between her legs. The green surgical cap and mask sitting right between them, staring at her most private of areas. Her heart ran. Did he just touch her? Stroke her? Jen rested her head back on the table for a moment licking her dry lips, before looking back at him. The site of his eyes, the only thing uncovered to her, sent butterflies to her tummy, and wetness between her legs. How embarrassing was that?! He could see everything! Including how excited she was getting. She stared at him until his eyes shifted from looking at her pussy and up at her. Immediately she put her head back down, his simple stare was enough to send redness to her cheeks and a strange desire for him to touch her again.

Judging by the way she was looking at him Johnny guessed she was rapidly coming out of her twilight sleep, and he could think of nothing better to jolt her the rest of the way then to have just a little bit of fun with his patient. He looked up at her, smirking behind his mask when she looked away almost instantly from embarrassment, and talked to Peter behind her. "I think we should test her sexual responses, don't you think so...doctor?" He knew the word would drive her crazy, he had seen it in her eyes the moment she saw his card and read that he was a doctor, and she didn't disappoint him. Her body betrayed any ounce of her trying to hide her feelings as her pussy tightened and her clit gave a small pulse at the word.

"I do believe you are right doctor, have to make sure she is healthy." Peter leaned in close to her ear, he couldn't help trying to send a couple shivers down her spine. "You know, his hands are right at your most private and protected spot...able to touch, explore, and examine anything, and I do mean, anything, he wants to." He whispered low into her ear, emphasizing every word. "And there is. Nothing. You. Can do. About. it."

Jen gasped and tried to pull on her restraints, making a mental note that her right arm was responding now compared to before, but stopped struggling the moment she felt the surgeons' fingers slowly slip against her pussy, just under her precious lips.

Johnny loved the way she would try to struggle, try to show she wanted to escape, even gave soft moans of effort, and how each time she did, and his hands touched her, she instantly stopped. Became putty in his hands, her moans turning to gasps, soft whimpers for mercy and pleasure. He brought his right hand against her soft skin, with his palm facing towards him he slipped his forefinger and his middle finger just inside her pussy lips, sliding them until they were along the length of the folds. As Jen held her breath, he slowly pushed his fingers outwards, spreading her lips to fully expose her pussy to him. It was so sweet, so pink, begging him to examine her. He glanced at her as she dared to look away from the ceiling at him. The moment her eyes met his he let his thumb touch her clit. Lightly at first, but it was enough to make her catch her breath. He smiled. His thumb slowly moving in a circle over her clit. Sending shots of pleasure through her core. He watched as it swelled with excitement at his touch. Just teasing her.

Jen thought she could die of embarrassment. Here she was on a surgical table, with a surgeon between her legs, dressed as though he were going to perform surgery, yet his hands were dancing pleasure. His fingers spreading and exposing her, causing her to blush and her toes to curl and give away her overwhelming desire to have him touch her more. But she shouldn't be responding like that?! She should be fighting! Yes fighting! This doctor shouldn't have control over her, she should be fighting her restraints, after all she never asked for this...or had she? She shook her head as his thumb rested just over her clit. Oh the sensations running through her. Her stomach clenched in pleasure, her clit throbbed and wanted more, her hips were begging her to try and move them just to see if they could brush her clit against his thumb itself. But she refused to give in...yes refused...right? She chewed on her bottom lip, why was his thumb just resting there?!...She took a frustrated breath and pulled on her restraints, damn him! He wasn't going to have this type of control!

"I think your patient is misbehaving doctor." The voice from behind her cut into her attempts to escape, and for half a second she froze then pulled against, secretly hoping her movements would brush her clit against his thumb.

"Hmmm, I think I know something that will get her attention and really test her sexual responses." Johnny pulled his hand away from her pussy, and watched as Jen struggled, the restraints holding her down perfectly, her struggles rewarding her only with making her short of breath. Taking a tube of lube, he generously applied it to his fingers, though Jen was quite wet from his touch and the situation, that he guessed he really didn't even need it. Then moving back between her legs he pressed two fingers at her entrance way, Jen stopped moving.

"What...are...you...doing?" She gasped between breaths, almost ready to give in to the thought that she was, as the voice behind her had said, 'his patient,' but almost was the key word.

He grinned behind his mask, deciding whether or not he was going to look at her as he spoke his words or not. Then figuring it would be far more effective to trap her eyes with his, he looked straight at her, slipping his fingers inside of her, enjoying the shocked gasp of pleasure as he did. "I'm going to look for something that few men seem to find on a woman."

Jen looked right back at him, she knew he meant her G-Spot. At first she had no idea what to say, only felt his fingers moving, slowly rotating inside of her so they curved upwards and moved along inside of her. Finally finding her tongue, she put as much attitude into her words as she possibly could. "And what makes you think that you can find what so many others can not?!"

Oh she would regret that attitude soon enough. Soon she would be begging him to let her cum. "Because, my dear patient, not only am I a man and a doctor, but I'm a surgeon, which means..." just as he started speaking he found it. Felt the difference in her vaginal wall. "That I have a much more intimate knowledge of the human body...in particular, the female anatomy." He gently pressed on her G-Spot and watched as she gasped and arched her head back. Her submission didn't last too long as he looked back up at him, but watched as she struggled, his fingers lightly massaging and teasing her G-Spot. As her lips quivered, he brought his thumb back to her clit and rubbed in a small circle, while his fingers teased inside as well.

Jen gasped and arched back, her body tightening and shaking, her hands balling into fists and relaxing, as her toes did the same. She couldn't help the words that escaped her mouth as she leaned back. "Oh Gawd!"She heard the two men laughing but at that moment all she could feel were his fingers inside of her, moving in a come here motion, begging her cum, to cum to his will. His thumb adding sweet pressure and tickles of pleasure that shot right up her stomach, tightening it in anticipation. Her thighs were so tight she could swear she would feel every muscle in her body complaining to her for the next 3 weeks as if she had worked out too hard. But that didn't matter. Not now. Now all that mattered were his fingers, his touch, and hoping that they never stopped.

"I think that's a pretty positive response, don't you think so?"

Johnny nodded stopping all motion of his fingers for just a moment, letting them rest where they were. "I think so, perhaps I should stop?"

Jen wasn't sure how loud she was but she could have sworn she might have yelled it, "Please don't!" Again the male laughter hit her ears, but it was soon drowned out by the motion of his skilled hands and fingers. Teasing her clit and toying with her G-Spot. Oh she wanted to fight it, wanted to make him think she had the control, that she could fight anything he threw at her, but his fingers....her clit felt like it was a cold burning fire, twitching and throbbing with pleasure. Begging her to give in and release. Her G-Spot never having been stimulated in such a manor commanded her actions. If the restraint hadn't been holding down her hips, she knew they would be flying off in their own motions.

"I think she is going to cum for you, doctor."

"Hmmm...I think you're right. And if my patient knows what's good for her, she WILL cum."

Ug the arrogance, the power, it drove her mad. But not mad to fight, mad to give in. To give into his control, his power, his kills, his exam. Her mind lifted all blocks and before she knew it her body was shaking in pleasure. She screamed as every muscle tightened, every ounce of pleasure running through them and her brain. She came hard and fast, and she had him to thank for it, and she had a feeling he knew it.

Johnny continued to stroke and tease her as wave after wave of pleasure shot through his patients body. That's right, HIS patient. Her juices covered his palm and cuff of his scrubs. He watched as her chest arched high, her breasts reaching up and out, her nipples so erect and pink, begging him to pay attention to them too. Her vaginal walls gripped his fingers tightly, milking them as though they could somehow give her more, he loved it.

As the waves calmed down, and her muscles loosened around his fingers, he slowly with drew his fingers, knowing her clit would be extra sensitive. He watched as her chest panted with effort to catch her breath. He stood up from between her legs and came to her side. She was still off in subspace, that she barely looked at him. He grinned and taking a nearby stethoscope placed the cool bell on her chest, and listened to her heart. It was strong and pounded in his ears as it moved from its rapid pace of excitement and stress, down to a more calmed level with each breath she took.