The female doctor shakes her head in disappointment even as you buck your hips at the fingering. Her fingers continue to grapes your nipples pulling down as if she is milking you.

“Her nipples are just suboptimal they will need aggressive intervention.

Your blush grows deeper and your fear deepens, what could she mean. You soon see as she takes two vice like nipple clamps from the tray and lays them in front of you on the table.

“We will start with these and then begin a aggressive course of treatment.” She says the younger male doctor take one breast in hand and holds it for the female doctor to fit the clamp.

You think about pulling away but the head doctors hand on your painfully sore bottom and in your ass reminds you of the consequences of being a naughty girl. The female doctor adjust the screws and closes the vice on your nipple. It begins to hurt, then it begins to torment you then it begins to inflict pure agony like white hot needles directed against your sensitive nipples. Thank goodness you have the gag and bite hard.

The head doctor places his hand not currently violating your ass on your belly an pushes up as the female doctor gently pushes your shoulders down. In this way you are once again repositioned face down on the cold table ass high in the air. Your by now aching pussy removed from the gentle ministrations of the vibrator, but your ass still probed by the doctors gloved finger. Then you feel the pressure increase as he adds another finger. The doctors have now gathered behind you and are looking intently at your naked red ass. As the nurse redirects the overhead light to shine directly on your exposed bum.

“We will conduct a thorough anal exam as the next step of our diagnouses.” The head doctor says business like to his colleagues.

Snap snap snap go the gloves. You probably close your eyes tight and bite into the gag gripping the edge of the table not knowing what will come next but knowing it will be painful.

(Un)fortunately for you the head doctor is using this a teaching moment for his younger colleague and describes every step of your probing in explicit detail.

“We always begin with a manual exam to check elasticity and responsiveness.” The fingered inside you widen and narrow and move back and forth.

“Two fingers is ideal as we do not wish to inflict substantial damage on the subject.”

Subject that's what you are now, not a patient no no patients have autonomy, agency, and rights. Subjects are to be studied, analysed and utilised as their doctor sees fit.

“As you can see dear colleagues.” he continues “Her vagina already aroused by our breast exam is growing more and more responsive look how she is growing wet and her sex is flaring.”

A gloved hand slides over you pussy fingers spreading your labia and poking your hardening clit.

You shudder and gasp, oh please you will think please fuck me. But the hand withdraws.

“Though a deep examination of the vaginal area is necessary at our next step at this point we will focus on the anal cavity.”

The finger withdraws at last some relief, though at the same time you almost involuntarily want them back. Without thinking you wiggle your hips and are met with a firm, SMACK.

“Now, now calm yourself girl.” the doctor chides you.

“Now as I was saying we will begin with a anal speculum and visual inspection of the cavity. No there is no need for additional lubricant she is already well lubed and I believe needs to be shown her continuing bad attitude will not be tolerated.”

The cold metal touches the rim of your tight little bung hole, and gloved hands firmly grasp your bottom.

“Yes see how I spread her firmly but gently now gradually there it goes.”

Its going in oh you bite hard on the gag, oh oh oh its sliding in.

“Yes very good now open it slowly she is clearly under utilised in her rear, though we will soon set that right wont we girl.” He pats your ass with both hands in a light smack. He always calls you girl, never your name or anything else. The exam continues your ass spread by the speculum, you feel the warmth of the pen light and the intrusion of the swabs as they take samples.

“Yes now close it and withdraw slowly.” It slides out of you to your relife and perhaps disappointment.

“Yes our next objective will be to give her a therapeutic stretch before plugging her.” the head doctor says.

“Oh,” the female chimes “Are we going to use the pear?”

“Indeed my dear, girl open your eyes.” You do to see the chromium instrument in front of you it does look like a pear with a screw handle at one end.

“This is called the pear of anguish, originally developed as a method of torture we find it is excellent for therapudic and disciplinary uses on our subjects.”

He turns the screw causing the four arms of the pear to open.

You scream of course and try to rise, but as the doctor spoke to you your ankles were clamped by a bar to the table. You try to push up but your arms are already in the nurses hands being secured to the tables sides. Your ass jiggles in panic and you beg through the gag but gloved hands hold you still.

“No I don't think such a poorly behaved girl deserves more lube.” the head doctor says aloud.

The cold metal in on your bum and then.

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHFFFFFFF it is in.

The doctor is very skilled he inserts it slowly and turns the screw ignoring your sobbing and jiggles.

“The maximum we use for therapy is five as that allows the anus to retain its elasticity. She is now on two for a start. We leave the pear for 10 minutes and calm the patient in during that time. Each of us nurses included will take two minute shifts in calming her. Now I will demonstrate.

SMACK!!!! On your left cheek

SMACK!!!! On your right

SMACK!!!! On your left again

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

Each of the staff takes a turn. The nurses strike the hardest.

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

The female doctor clearly enjoys it.

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

As does her young colleague.

“Very good now we remove the pear.” At last the pain eases and the intruder is withdrawn, “And now we can begin her gynaecological exam.”

Your able to move your head just enough to see the screens in the next part of the room being moved and the large and imposing gyno chair looming there its stirrups already spread wide for you.

The nurses gloved hands pull you to your feet after your restraints are unlocked, you are unsteady as you wobble towards the table.

You might try to mutter a no or pull against them, but there young hands are strong, and the head doctor is eyeing you. Your cunt is already growing wet from his earlier stern admonishment and you want to please him, but it is scary.

The gyno chair looks more like a instrument of torture than a medical device. Its black leather gleaming under the bright overhead lights.

You groan through the gag as the nurses turn you and push you into it lifting your legs into the stirrups, on instinct you try to cover your breast and sore nipples still being bitten by the clamps but your arms are grabbed and pulled to either side of you cuffed to arm boards above your head leaving your chest more pronounced. Straps also secure your legs at the ankles and thigh. You feel the chair move reclining back but keeping your head upright to see down your body between your legs and newly shaved pussy. One nurse adjusts a head rest and now you are pinned, unable to look left or right as your legs are moved further and further apart. Your freshly shorn ass and vulva gleam under the light less and two centimetres from the edge of the table fully exposed, as sweat drips down from your brow. The lights blind you and you struggle to see beyond them only for the doctors to reappear now wearing green surgical smocks and caps with green face mask and sickly yellow gloves.

This will you realise be a very thorough exam.

The doctors do not linger. They lean in over you eyes focused on your breast and now sore nipples. Fingers pull at the clamps and you whimper through the gag.

“Good initial response” the female doctor says. “Now lets train those nipples a bit.”

The clamps release and you sigh in relief but then your eyes go wide in fear as the vacuum pups appear.

With the senior doctors practised hand holding your breast the whirring pump draws in and then PINCH your nipple is pulled into it. The clamps hurt but you grew use to the pain as it was constant the vacuum eases then pulls eases and pulls and it pulls HARD.

The process is repeated and you writhe in pain even as the doctors reposition between your legs. Callipers come out and you feel the cold metal on your vagina.

“Yes the nipple therapy is engorging her clitoris heightening her sexual arousal” the senior doctor says. He talks about you a lot but rarely to you. No words of comfort, no explanation to you of what is being done. You are completely at his mercy. His gloved fingers spread your labia and then you feel him penetrate you while his other hand probes your lower abdomen.

“The ultimate goal of our therapy” he explains to his younger colleague “Is to actualize the subjects utility as a woman, thus fulfilling her sexual potential. We accomplish this by ensuring she is primed and ready for breeding.”

You moan his fingers feel so good and the vacuums keep BITING.

“But this one has no sexual partner.” the younger doctor ask.

“Yes this is preferred, we have a range of options when we reach the point of impregnation, but we must thoroughly control and analyse the subject's sexuality prior to that.

Fingers are withdrawn and you look as the now masked nurse pulls a cloth off the cart next to you. Revealing the sinister chromium instruments underneath neatly laid out and ready for use on you.