By: NyteMyst

The Prisoner was roughly shaken awake by one of the guards a little after midnight. The guard, like all the other guards on this unit, was dressed in a tight-fitting black uniform consisting of a single-breasted jacket, a short black skirt, and knee-length leather boots. A forage cap with a silver badge surmounted her lustrous black hair that was pulled tightly back into a bun, and under her arm she carried a short leather whip with a silver handle. Under different circumstances, the prisoner might have admired the way her skirt clung to her well-formed bottom, but at present he did not even dare take a cursory glance as he knew, from past experience, that she would not hesitate to use her whip if he misbehaved in any way.

The guard ordered him to get up and told him he was to be transferred to the infirmary wing. She indicated only that he had been 'selected' for transfer and offered no other explanation. The prisoner, although apprehensive, did not tarry. He knew that to disobey, or even to hesitate could be painful, so he leapt to his feet and pulled on the simple overalls and sandals he had been provided with by the facility. The guard watched him without comment, and then directed him into the corridor that ran to the left and right outside his cell door.

"What are you going to do?" asked the prisoner nervously, as he entered the corridor.

"I'm not going to do anything" shrugged the guard. "The doctor has requested you, and she will do whatever she wants with you, I suppose."

"But I'm not sick" said the prisoner, as the guard tapped him with her whip in an indication that he was to turn right and proceed down the corridor.

"Well..." responded the guard in a tone of voice that indicated the subject was closed. "I guess that's why I've been told to bring you to the experimental unit."

The dimly lit corridor was low-ceilinged and its walls were constructed of riveted steel plates like the hull of some giant ship. Heavy iron doors with peepholes were inset into either wall every fifteen feet or so, and the prisoner wondered if each of the cells was occupied by someone like himself. The floor was covered in a thick rubber matting so that the pair made no sound as they made their way to a wrought iron stairway at the end of the passage.

After mounting the stairway, the guard directed the prisoner through interminable passages, and up and down even more stairways, until he was completely disoriented and had no idea how far they had come. Eventually they arrived at a large rotunda whose ceiling was invisible in the shadows far above them, and the prisoner was directed through a large archway over which a sign bore the simple word 'Infirmary'. Inside the archway, a bored-looking clerk signed the prisoner in and directed the guard where to take him.

The pair set off again, but this time the journey was much shorter. The destination was a short passageway which again had several locked iron doors with peep-holes, but this time they only lined one side of the hall. On the other side was a much wider open doorway through which a bright light and female voices issued. The guard opened one of the iron doors almost directly opposite the open doorway, and directed the prisoner to enter. He did so, and found himself in a cell somewhat smaller than the one he had so recently left. A straw-filled palliasse lay on the floor, and on it lay a light blue hospital gown.

"Undress and put that on" ordered the guard, indicating the gown. The prisoner doffed his overalls and pulled the garment over his head. He discovered, to his dismay, that his bottom was almost totally exposed as the gown was only loosely fastened in back with linen ties. In front the garment extended only scant inches below his uncovered genitals, and he unconsciously leaned slightly forward to prevent the gown from riding up and exposing his nakedness.

The guard appeared supremely uninterested in whatever might be seen under his gown and, directing him to wait she left the cell and crossed the hall.

"Inmate 5571 is here, Doctor" the prisoner heard her announce.

"Very well," came the reply, "Take him to the examination room and secure him if you please."

The guard returned and led the prisoner down the passage to a doorway at the end. She swung the door open and they entered a long, narrow room whose walls finished with white ceramic tile. In the center of the room was a stainless steel examination table with a number of protrusions that the prisoner took to be faucets. Steel cabinets with glass doors lined the walls, and unidentifiable equipment reposed upon the shelves within. To the left of the exam table, a pair of stout wooden beams ran from floor to ceiling about two and a half feet apart and the prisoner noted, with apprehension, that ankle and wrist restraints were attached to each post.

At the far end of the room, a wide doorway led into a tiled chamber whose only fixture seemed to be a showerhead. To the left of the doorway, about two feet out from the wall, were a bidet and a toilet. These objects were unremarkable, except that the toilet was encased in a cabinet so that a low table was formed which extended four feet out from the front of the bowl, and approximately six inches on either side. The top of this table lay about an inch below the toilet seat, and the prisoner wondered what the purpose of this arrangement could possibly be.

The guard walked the prisoner across the room and maneuvered him so that he stood between the two wooden pillars. She then deftly fastened him with the ankle and wrist restraints and left the room without a word. The prisoner's ankles were now spread such that each touched one of the wooden beams. The resultant position was somewhat uncomfortable, but not unbearably so, and the wrist restraints were attached to fifteen inch lengths of chain which allowed him some freedom of movement. Listening for any sounds that might come from down the hall, the prisoner stood silently and awaited the arrival of the doctor and whatever was to follow.

Almost half an hour was to pass before he heard the sounds of voices approaching down the passageway. He involuntarily stiffened in nervous anticipation and was almost unable to look up when the first figure arrived. Being to careful not to take more than a brief glance before casting his eyes down, the prisoner was able to observe two females enter the room. The first was obviously the doctor. She was an attractive woman, not very tall, and possibly in her early forties. She had a narrow face with severe but darkly attractive eyes, and her chestnut brown hair fell in a cascade of curls to her shoulders. She wore a short white lab coat over a black skirt that appeared to be made of latex or rubber, and beneath this, her well-formed legs were covered in black nylons that disappeared into knee length boots made of the same material as her skirt.

The second female was younger, possibly in her mid to late twenties. Her dark blonde hair was cut in the short crop given to female inmates, and she wore a light gray smock and sandals similar to those worn by the prisoner himself. Prisoner or not, this young woman was obviously of the privileged class of inmates who worked at trusted positions around the facility. She was obviously well nourished, and in her left hand, the prisoner noted with longing, she held a lit cigarette. She also carried a clipboard, and the breast pocket of her smock contained a thermometer and a number of pens.

Without speaking to, or otherwise acknowledging the prisoner on any way, the doctor commenced her initial examination. She walked around him making various observations and dictated her findings to her assistant.

"Male, Caucasian, relatively well-nourished. Approximately 85 kilograms" she intoned, "fair muscle tone with medium to robust frame."

The assistant recorded the data on her clipboard, repeating the doctor's words under her breath as she did so. The doctor then took a pencil from her pocket, and used the tip of it to lift the front of the prisoner's gown.

"Uncircumcised," she noted, "moderate girth, with possible erect length of five to five point five inches."

The assistant recorded these facts also as the doctor then raised the back of the prisoners smock and used her free hand to push his upper body forward so that he bent over as far as the wrist restraints would allow.

The separation of his ankles was wide enough that the twin globes of his bottom cheeks opened to allow an unobstructed view of his anus. The vulnerability of the position was humiliating and the prisoner attempted to stand up straight.

"Stay still, damn you" growled the doctor, then, turning to her assistant said "We'll do a full cleansing series. But first I want you to prep him properly."

"Very good." Replied the assistant, making the appropriate notations on her clipboard.

"I am going for a coffee while you take care of that." Said the doctor. "Don't speak to him or let him speak to you."

The doctor then turned to leave the room, pausing only to add "And get rid of the gown and sandals. He won't be needing those."

When the doctor had left, the assistant placed her clipboard on a counter beneath one of the equipment cabinets and took a pair of scissors from a drawer. Humming to herself, she approached the prisoner and cut the ties from his gown and slid it down his arms. A few cuts at the arms freed it completely from his body, and she tossed it into a corner. A slow blush spread over the prisoner's face at the embarrassment of being so helplessly naked in front of this young woman, but she appeared oblivious to his discomfiture as she removed his sandals and threw them on top of his gown.

The assistant then moved to the cabinets behind him, and he was unable to observe what she was doing. He heard the clatter of equipment of some sort, and then she reappeared pulling a small trolley on which reposed a shaving brush and soap, a razor, a bowl of water, and a small towel. She positioned the trolley to his left and then kneeled down before him. Taking the shaving brush and soap, she used a splash of water to create thick, creamy foam and began to apply it liberally to his genital area. The water was warm, and he gasped involuntarily at the sensation. As she spread the cream around the base of his cock and scrotum, he felt the first stirrings of arousal. Summoning every ounce of willpower within himself, he tried desperately to prevent an erection, but it was an effort doomed to failure, and by the time the assistant came to use the razor his cock stood out embarrassingly stiff and hard from his body.

The assistant did not seem the least disconcerted by this turn of events, and had he reflected on the situation he probably would have realized that his tumescence actually made her job easier. She was obviously well practiced in the art, and her use of the razor was confident and deft. Several times, she grasped the shaft of his cock to maneuver it to a better position, and the butterfly lightness of her touch sent jolts of sudden pleasure through his groin. Had she lingered over the procedure, he was certain that he would have disgraced himself by shooting uncontrollably, but the job was finished almost as soon as it had begun, and he realized, with a sensation approaching horror, that his groin was as smooth and bald as a choirboy's.

Gathering up the equipment, the doctor's assistant got up from her knees and returned the trolley to its proper place. Without her continued ministrations, the prisoner's erection began to subside, leaving only coldness in the area once covered by his pubic thatch. As she lit a cigarette and left the room, the defoliated inmate stood silently in his restraints and ruminated on what might next befall him.

It was only a matter of minutes before both the doctor and her pretty young assistant returned. The doctor took a pair of rubber gloves from one of the cabinets, and, snapping them on, instructed the assistant to ready the prisoner for his ‘primary cleansing' operation. The assistant then released the prisoner from his restraints and led him to the ‘table' constructed around the seatless toilet bowl. She ordered him to kneel on the table and then made him shuffle forward so that he faced the toilet with his knees on either side of the bowl. She pushed on his back so that he bent forward until his chest rested upon the water tank.

From this position, the prisoner could only see with difficulty what the two women were doing. The assistant, obviously well familiar with the procedure, took a long length of rubber hosing from a drawer and attached one end of it to the nozzle in the bidet. She took the other end and laid it on the table behind the prisoner whilst the doctor searched for, and located a inflatable nozzle enema tip and a jar of lubricant. The tip was then attached to the end of the rubber hose, and at a signal from the doctor, the assistant turned on the bidet faucet; letting the water run only until it emerged from the enema tip, at which point she turned it off again.

As the prisoner's heart thudded in nervous anticipation, the doctor unscrewed the lid from the jar of lubricant and liberally coated the fingers of one hand. She then began to apply the cream to his exposed anal area. At first the prisoner gave a brief start at the coldness of the cream, but the smooth, circular motion of the doctor's fingers soon produced a familiar fullness in his groin. His limp cock twitched and then began to swell, and he unconsciously began to push his bottom back toward the doctor's hand. The doctor noted with amusement that her initial estimate of his full erection length had been accurate and she told the assistant to confirm the measurement at five inches.

The doctor then gave the inflatable nozzle nozzle a thick coating of lubricant and placed the tip against the prisoner's anus. As he held his breath, the doctor slowly began to push the nozzle inside him. For a moment, the resistance of his sphincter gave a brief sensation of discomfort, but then the well-greased nozzle slid by the tight muscle ring and into his rectum. Rather than stop and inflate the inflatable nozzle tip, the doctor kept feeding the hose into him, and he could feel the thickness of it snaking deep inside. The pressure against his prostate was exquisitely intense and his cock began to throb so hard he felt it might burst.

When the doctor had positioned the hose at the correct depth, she nodded to the assistant who gave the bidet faucet a half turn. The stream was cold, and as it began to fill him he felt a curious sensation as though someone was directing a fine spray of ice water on to his abdomen. The pressure began to build as the flow continued. A low moan escaped the prisoner's lips, and a drop of clear pre-cum oozed from his engorged cock. The water was allowed to flow for a minute before the faucet was turned off again. The doctor waited for a few minutes longer and then began to slowly withdraw the hose.

When the hose and nozzle had been fully withdrawn, the doctor ordered the prisoner to sit upright and release the fluid. He did so and felt relief as the pressure abated. When he was drained, the assistant used the hose to clean him up and then she turned the doctor and asked if she should begin the second stage cleansing, or obtain a semen sample for the lab.

"Neither." Said the doctor. "That can wait ‘til later. Right now I need to do a thorough penile exam."

"Very well." replied the assistant, and she directed the prisoner to rise. She led him back to the two wooden pillars and refastened the restraints. Meanwhile the doctor busied herself gathering equipment, which she placed on the trolley that the assistant had used. She wheeled it into position to the left of the prisoner and took a curious looking item from the top. The item appeared to be a belt with a number of straps and rings attached. The doctor put the belt around the prisoner's waist and fastened it tightly. She then took the two longest straps and passed them down and through the prisoner's legs on either side of his cock. The two free ends were then passed up and through two rings at the rear of the belt. She pulled the straps very tight and fastened them so that the angle they made forced the cheeks of his bottom open wide. Another strap, with a small metal ring at the far end, hung down from the front of the belt. The doctor left this alone for the moment and picked a metal spreader bar with leather straps at each end. She placed the bar between his legs and attached a strap to each knee. She then took a small Velcro cuff with dangling cords and wrapped this snugly around the base of his scrotum. The cords were then pulled down and attached to the spreader bar so that the prisoner's scrotum was stretched painfully downward. Because of the stretching, the prisoner's still erect cock now pointed down toward the floor. In order that his cock be at the correct angle for examination the doctor grasped it and slid the metal ring over the head. She pushed the ring all the way down to the base and then adjusted the strap to which it was attached so that his erection stood out perpendicularly from his body again.

The doctor then took a flat board that had a small opening in the middle, and a number of rings inset into its front surface. She placed the board flat against the two pillars so that the prisoner's cock protruded through the hole. The fit was tight and she had to slide it roughly down the shaft until it pressed tightly against his groin. The ends of the board were then fastened securely to the pillars and a small circular clamp was placed around the base of the inmate's penis so that he could not withdraw it from the board.

The assistant wheeled over a small chair and the doctor sat on it so that she faced the prisoner with his cock at her eye level. From her top pocket she withdrew a small metal instrument consisting of a handle with a spiked wheel at one end. She reached between the prisoner's legs and ran the wheel over the patch of skin between his anus and scrotum. The prisoner flinched at the touch and his cock gave a reflex jerk upward that the doctor noted with approval. She then used her gloved hand to pull back his foreskin to expose the swollen, glistening head beneath. She ran the spiked wheel around the tender skin encircling the pee-hole causing the prisoner to gasp involuntarily.

"Foreskin is somewhat tight, " said the doctor. "I'll need retraction clips please."

"Certainly, " responded the assistant and she retrieved a number of objects from a cabinet drawer and gave them to the doctor.

The objects consisted of short lengths of cord attached to black metal clips. The doctor used her fingers to spread the prisoner's foreskin and attached two of the clips to the edges of the opening. The cord were passed through the inset rings immediately to the right and left and then pulled tight. She repeated this operation with two more clamps; this time fastening them to the rings above and below the prisoner's cock. The tension of the cords now caused the foreskin to open like a flower, revealing the whole glans inside.

The clamps were painfully tight on the sensitive skin and the prisoner squirmed uncomfortably. The doctor ignored him and began to run her little spiked wheel around the base of the glans and the junction of the foreskin and penis shaft. Again, the prisoner gasped at the sharp sensation. He jerked backward, trying to escape the wheel, but the board and plate held him fast and he did nothing more except increase the tension on the foreskin restraints.

When she was satisfied with the results of her tests, the doctor replaced the spiked wheel into her pocket and took a rounded metal probe from the trolley. She lubricated this instrument with a white cream and the pressed the tip to the prisoner's pee-hole. Slowly, she pressed forward, and the probe slid into his urethra. The metal was cold and despite the lubricant it stung the sensitive flesh inside. The doctor slid the probe in and out sharply and the prisoner moaned from the sensation.

"Catheter, please" she said to the assistant as she removed the probe. The assistant brought over an eight-inch length of clear rubber tubing and a plastic bucket. The doctor hung the bucket from one of the rings on the front of the board and lubricated the tubing. She inserted the catheter as she had the probe. The prisoner felt the tube slide all the down the length of his urethra, but this time the operation was not nearly so painful. There was a brief moment of pain as the tip of the tube squeezed passed his bladder sphincter, and then he felt the tube snake into his bladder proper.

The doctor took the other end of the catheter, which she had been squeezing closed, and set it into the bucket. As she released her grip, the golden contents of the prisoner's bladder spilled effortlessly down the tubing and into the waiting receptacle. It was a strange feeling for the prisoner to be urinating without controlling the flow, and he felt an increased sense of helplessness.

When the flow abated, the doctor handed the bucket to the assistant with instructions to send the urine to the lab for analysis. She then withdrew the catheter, and the sensation of the tube sliding back out of his urethra caused a pleasant shiver to course through him. Despite the pain of the probing and the foreskin retraction, the prisoner's erection had not flagged, and he wondered, with curiosity and some apprehension, what would be done to him next.

He did not have to wait for long. The assistant asked the doctor if they should begin the secondary cleansing, and the doctor nodded her assent and ordered the removal of the cock and ball restraints. The assistant carefully unclipped the foreskin retractors and the penis board. She left the belt and straps in place and led the prisoner to the exam table and had him lie down on his back. She raised a set of stirrups and had him place his legs up in them so that his bottom was flush with the foot of the table. As she did this, the doctor took a huge glass syringe from a cabinet and proceeded to fill it from a large drum that rested on the floor.

The syringe was almost eighteen inches long and sufficiently wide to have a two-quart capacity. The prisoner saw that the fluid that was being drawn into the syringe was a brilliant green, and he wondered what the substance might be. Once the syringe was full the doctor coated the wide metal tip with lubricant and positioned herself between the prisoner's legs. The tip of the instrument was much wider than the first enema nozzle, and he wondered nervously if he could take it inside him.

His concern was irrelevant. The doctor clearly intended to use the fearsome tool, and she did so without another word. She placed the tip against his waiting asshole and slid the whole eight-inch length into his rectum. When she had sunk it up to the hilt, she began to depress the plunger, and emptied the fluid into him. The jet was even more intense than the in first cleansing, and after a moment he felt a curious warmth pervade his insides. It was not the temperature of the liquid that produced the sensation, but rather the nature of the fluid itself. All of a sudden he detected a faint odor of wintergreen and he concluded that this was the additive in the liquid that was causing this internal warmth.

When the injection was complete, the doctor removed the syringe and ordered the patient off the table. He stood up and willed himself not to let any liquid drain from him, as he was sure this would only result in punishment. The assistant came to his side holding a number of articles. The first of these was a narrow elastic belt with two clips extending from tabs. She ordered the prisoner to slide this up over his waist, and once he had done so she attached an old-fashioned feminine hygiene pad to the two clips and positioned it so that it fit snugly against his asshole. She then handed him a large pair of plastic panties with elastic at the leg openings and told him to put them on.

He pulled them up, and his still rampant erection made the front stand out like a little tent. The sight of his cock through the clear plastic panties rang a bell in the assistant's head.

"Oh doctor," she exclaimed, "we didn't get a semen sample!"

"Oh shit," replied the doctor. "Get me a specimen container."

Roughly, she pushed the prisoner forward so that he leaned over the exam table. When the assistant handed her the specimen receptacle she pulled down the front of the plastic panties and rolled back his foreskin. She then placed the small jar inside the panties so that the opening covered the shiny head of his cock. Sliding her gloved hand down the rear of his panties, she slid her index finger into his still well lubricated asshole and began to probe and massage his prostate.

The prisoner felt his knees begin to buckle as waves of pleasure rushed through his rectum. The doctor then took her free hand and grasped the shaft of his penis and gave a few short strokes. Almost immediately, the prisoner's powerful orgasm racked his body and he gave a short, sharp cry before he could control himself. His cock jerked convulsively, and his ejaculate quickly filled the little plastic container.

"There," said the doctor to the assistant. "It's easy when you've got the experience".

"So I see," smiled the assistant. "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

The doctor shook her head in the negative. "Not for right now" she said. " I want him returned to his cell, and I want him to hold the level two fluid for at least the next several hours. I have a number of other procedures to complete, but they can wait until later."

With that, the doctor left the room and the assistant readjusted his feminine pad and pulled his plastic panties back up. She directed him out the door, and they turned down the corridor toward his cell.

"More procedures?" thought the prisoner. The idea was a little frightening. So far he had suffered no more than a little discomfort, but who could guess what might be in store for him. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt that the next few hours would be a torment of uncertainty and nervous imaginings.

The prisoner was left to languish alone in his cell for many hours. He had slept for a while, and on awakening he had no idea how much time had passed, or whether it was night or day outside the institution walls. His cleansing fluid had leaked a little whilst he slept, and the sanitary napkin inside his plastic panties felt damp against his buttocks. The cell was cold, and he hadn't been provided with a blanket, or any clothing to replace the gown that had been taken for him by the doctor's assistant.

After he had lain awake for a while, a guard opened his cell door and led him back to the examination room. The doctor, he noted, was absent, but the pretty young assistant was there tending to some paperwork. She directed the guard to affix the prisoner to the two wooden restraint beams, and then busied herself with placing some equipment on her trolley. After the guard had left the room, she wheeled the trolley over to the prisoner and removed his panties. She slid the elastic belt off his hips and then discarded the sodden pad into a trash receptacle just as the doctor returned.

"Ah," said the doctor, "we are ready to continue, I see."

"Yes, " replied the assistant, " but you did tell me I was supposed to remind you that I am due for a routine level three enema this morning."

"So I did, " the doctor agreed. "We better take care of that now. Would you please prepare the solution?"

The assistant went to the cabinets and retrieved the large glass syringe that had been used on the prisoner the night before. This time, however, it was filled from a different container, and the cleansing fluid was a deep violet color. The assistant dipped the tip of the syringe into a jar of white lubricating cream and then handed the instrument to the doctor.

"Where would you like me?" she asked.

"Oh, just lean over the exam table." Said the doctor, "I trust I don't need restraints or anything."

"Of course not." Replied the assistant, and a shadow of a blush flitted across her pretty features.

To the prisoner's delight, she began to undress in front of him as though oblivious to his presence.

She slid off the gray, prison issue smock to reveal a pair of small but deliciously firm breasts with puffy copper-colored nipples. She wore the same plastic panties as did the prisoner, but he was able to tell by the sheerness of the material that her pudenda was as smooth and bald as his own.

The sight of this gorgeous young beauty undressing before him caused a stirring in his nether regions. He dared not stare too fixedly in case it caused an unpleasant reaction from the doctor, but he was unable to look away entirely, and before long his cock stood out hard and erect. As he watched surreptitiously, the assistant leaned over the exam table and pulled the plastic panties down over her slender hips. From his vantage point, the prisoner could see the pretty rosebud of her asshole peeking coyly from between the smooth, satin pillows of her buttocks. The sight was incredibly erotic and arousing, and he was hard pressed to prevent a moan of desire from escaping his lips.

The doctor moved behind her, almost obscuring the prisoner's view. She raised the syringe tip to the entrance to the shapely bottom and began to slide it home, causing the assistant's upper body to stiffen slightly in response. When the tip was all the way home, the doctor began to deliver the fluid in a steady stream until the syringe was empty. When she was done, she did not withdraw the tip, but instead unscrewed the glass cylinder from the nozzle leaving it inserted in the assistant. Only an inch or so of the screw tip remained visible.

"I want you to hold this for a little while, " said the doctor, and she retrieved a small rubber plug from one of the cabinets and inserted it into the protruding nozzle. The operation completed, the assistant pulled her panties back up and donned her gray smock once more. The doctor then turned her attention to the prisoner, and noted the visible signs of his arousal.

"I see someone enjoyed the procedure, " she observed. "I just bet that pathetic little cock of yours would just love to feel itself between those pretty little butt cheeks, right?" The prisoner thought to himself how truly wonderful that would be, but his hopes were dashed when the doctor added with an unpleasant smile that if he thought there was any chance of that happening he was very much mistaken. Having crushed the prisoner thus, the doctor then took an odd looking metal instrument from the trolley. It looked almost like a pistol grip from which protruded two, slightly curving metal jaws joined by some sort of screw attachment. For a moment, the prisoner had no idea what it could be until he suddenly recognized it as a speculum. The doctor, humming to herself, applied a thick coating of lubricant to the jaws and then moved behind the helpless inmate.

The belt and cord assembly, which the doctor had applied the night before was still in place, and the prisoner's bottom cheeks were spread widely apart. The doctor positioned the tip of the speculum jaws at his waiting asshole and slowly penetrated his bottom. When the forward part of the grip was tight against his anus, she began to manipulate the jaw screw, and the prisoner felt his asshole and rectum being stretched apart. At one-centimeter dilation, the stretching became difficult, and the doctor had to exert extra effort to turn the screw. The prisoner began to moan and squirm in his restraints. The sensation of being slowly stretched apart was intense and painful, but it excited him also, and his engorged cock began to twitch and convulse as though he might cum at any time.

When the doctor had opened the speculum to its fullest extent, the prisoner's asshole and rectum was over an inch and one-half wide, and he could feel the touch of cold air on his inner parts. To test the positioning of the device, she inserted her index finger between the open jaws and into his rectum. The prisoner could not feel the insertion of her digit until it reached the end of the jaws and pressed against his swollen prostate. He squirmed, and the doctor, satisfied with the depth, withdrew her finger and took a small metal item from the trolley.

The item was a tubular, metal cage about one inch long, and about the same width. She grasped the head of the prisoner's cock and roughly pushed back the foreskin. She then placed one end of the cage over the glistening head pushed it back as far as it would go. When she rolled the foreskin forward, it to was stretched wide around the structure of the cage so that the head of his cock appeared to be hiding within a little cave. To hold the item in place, she took a hoop somewhat like a hose clamp, and slid it over the end of his foreskin. She tightened the screw and the clamp closed tightly around his prepuce, squeezing it painfully against the metal cage within.

As the doctor completed her task, the assistant came over with a fresh pair of rubber panties and slid them over his feet and pulled them up. She then placed a thin pad at his feet, removed the prisoner's restraints and ordered him to kneel on the mat. He did so carefully, being very conscious of the hardware inserted deep into his rectum.

"I'll need at least a pint of urine for this procedure," said the doctor. "I don't suppose you can oblige?"

"Um… I'm afraid not, " replied the assistant. "Maybe in a little while."

"Oh no. That's alright," said the doctor, and she crossed to one of the cabinets and took out a piece of equipment that looked, to the prisoner, rather like a jockstrap. Placing this item on the exam table, she removed her lab coat to reveal a black latex corset-type garment encasing large, but obviously firm breasts. Unselfconsciously, she then took off the short latex skirt she wore over the corset and the prisoner saw, with a rush of adrenaline, that she wore no panties. Her pubic thatch was neatly trimmed, and was little more than a black tuft over the crest of her pubic mound and plump, full labia.

The doctor then slid the jockstrap-like item up her shapely legs and over her hips. The prisoner noted that it was indeed like an athletic supporter, except that instead of a pouch for male genitalia, there was a clear plastic cup that was molded perfectly to the shape of her pudendum. In the center of the plastic was a short nozzle about an inch wide at the base and almost three inches long. The tip of the nozzle was tapered and was less than a quarter inch in width. The assistant, without being asked, came over with a piece of clear plastic hose about three feet long, and attached it to the end of the nozzle by sliding it over the tapered tip until it would go no further.

"Give me one of your cigarettes, dear" said the doctor.

"Of course, doctor," said the assistant, and handed her cigarette from her pack after lighting it from the one she already had going. As the doctor inhaled deeply from the smoke, the assistant bent and placed the other end of the hose into the prisoner's panties. She positioned the tip so that it rested inside the metal cage enclosing the head of his penis and then stood back up again. The prisoner, his head bent in supplication, waited for what was to follow.

The doctor took several leisurely puffs from her cigarette and then paused and slightly arched her legs. There was noticeable stiffening of her posture, and all of a sudden the clear tube filled with amber fluid. The prisoner watched the stream race down the tubing and into his panties. The hot liquid spurted into the hood of his foreskin and overflowed it instantly to run down the shaft of his erection and between the crack in his ass. The prisoner moaned and thrust his hips forward as the steady stream of piss began to fill his plastic panties, bathing his cock and balls.

When the flow finally abated, over a pint of the hot liquid bulged out the crotch of his panties. The doctor stepped back and the tubing slid out and she removed the piss device and handed it to the assistant. She then pushed the prisoner forward so that his upper body lay on the ground leaving his hips high in the air. She reached down between his legs from behind and massaged the liquid bulge causing her piss to slosh deliciously around his genitals. The prisoner moaned again, and the doctor then forced the liquid backward so that it moved up around his bottom and into the widely stretched aperture of his asshole. The heat filled his rectum and she pumped her hand against the liquid mass causing waves of piss to flow in and out of him.

She continued this operation and then straightened up and told the assistant that she wished the prisoner to stay in the same position for at least twenty minutes so that the therapy would have full effect. With that, she left the examination room for coffee, and the assistant busied herself with a number of minor tasks, ignoring the prisoner completely.

When the doctor returned some twenty or thirty minutes later she directed the assistant to drain the prisoner's panties. This was accomplished by having him stand in the shower and pulling the panties down so that the now cooling fluid cascaded down onto the floor and into the drain. The assistant then turned on the shower for a few moments to rinse him off, and then she carefully removed his rectal speculum, and the cage device that held his foreskin open.

"Shall we begin the third level cleansing?" she asked the doctor.

"Yes" replied the doctor. "We can also drain your enema while we're at it." Then as an afterthought she added, "come to think of it, I don't see the need to waste cleansing solution."

Directing the assistant to disrobe, the doctor took an enema bag and removed the hose and nozzle. She then removed the rubber plug from the assistant's rectal nozzle and inserted the end of the hose.

"Give me just a little squirt, dear" she said to the assistant. The assistant strained briefly and the dark violet fluid filled the tubing, As the liquid began to escape from the nozzle the doctor took a clamp and quickly cut off the flow. She then directed the prisoner to lie on his back on the low platform extending from the toilet whilst she lubricated the six inch plastic nozzle.

The assistant, at the doctor's request, stepped up on to the platform so that she faced the prisoner with her legs straddling him. The doctor then bent and slid the nozzle into the prisoner's waiting asshole and deep into his rectum. The vision of the pretty young girl standing over him fully naked was exciting, and the sight of the tube descending from her bottom and into his own caused his cock to reassert its earlier tumescence.

"Okay. Let it go," said the doctor removing the clamp from the hose. The assistant leaned forward ever so slightly and put her hands on her knees. She began to strain her abdominal muscles and the force of her effort began to push the cleansing fluid into the prisoner's bottom. The flow was far less intense than it had been with the earlier enemas, but the warmth of the fluid as it came from the assistant made the whole experience intensely erotic.

As the fluid level inside the assistant decreased, she began to expel the remainder in short bursts and the effect was like a soft pulse inside the prisoner's rectum. The pressure against his prostate was more than he could bear, and his cock jerked violently and he shot his ejaculate into the air so that it splattered against the front of the assistant's thighs. The doctor laughed out loud and the pretty assistant blushed in confusion.

"Well, well, well" said the doctor, "you must have done something he liked." With that, she removed the hose from the prisoner's bottom and told him to get up. The assistant stepped off the platform and went into the shower to remove her enema hardware and clean herself up. The doctor then inserted a plug into the prisoner's behind and gave him a fresh pair of plastic panties to put on.

"Alright," said the doctor to the assistant as she emerged from the shower. "That's it for now. I need to get something to eat, so you may as well have him taken back to his cell. I'll be back in an hour or two to begin the next round of procedures, and until then I want you to make sure the electrotherapy units are fully charged."

As the doctor left the room, the prisoner wondered with concern over the meaning of electrotherapy. He had no idea what sort of therapy might involve the use of electricity, and, as he pondered the matter, he realized he wasn't too sure he wanted to learn.

When the prisoner was brought back to the exam room after several hours alone, he was directed to lie on the exam table with his legs up in the stirrups. The stirrups were then spread out to the side as far as his legs would allow, leaving his cock and asshole vulnerable and exposed. The assistant raised the portion of the table directly beneath his back so that he was in a semi-sitting position and then took a set of wrist restraints and fastened the prisoner securely to the table.

The Doctor returned shortly after the prisoner had been restrained. She lit a cigarette and watched as the assistant wheeled over a small trolley on which sat a large box whose face was filled with strange looking dials and knobs. On a small shelf beneath the top of the trolley was what appeared to be a large battery that was attached to the strange box by coiled red wires. The prisoner shivered in anticipation of what this contraption might have to do with him.

The doctor extinguished her cigarette and opened a small drawer beneath the trolley top. She began rummaging through its contents and eventually selected a number of small objects. She placed them on top of the box device and then moved in front of the prisoner between his widely stretched legs. Donning a new pair of rubber gloves she began to inspect his cock and balls. Her touch was somewhat rough as she manipulated his genitals, and although he might normally have become erect at this handling, the anxiety over what might be coming left him as flaccid as a discarded banana peel. The doctor was clearly not pleased:

"Dammit" she swore, "I can't continue like this." She wheeled abruptly and walked to one of the wall cabinets. She took out a jar of lubricant and began to coat her gloved hands with the thick white cream.

As the prisoner watched, the doctor returned and began to massage his cock, grasping it with a milking motion whilst rubbing his scrotum with her other hand. Although skillfully done, the prisoner's nervousness was still too overpowering and he remained flaccid beneath her grip.

"Shit" hissed the doctor, ‘what am I going to do now?" She thought for a moment and then her face lit up as a solution struck her.

"Well," she said to the assistant, "he seemed to appreciate that pretty little bottom of yours. Get up on the table and let's let him get a better look." The assistant nodded her assent and climbed up on to the table and stood facing away from the prisoner with her feet placed on each side of his hips. At a nod from the doctor, she slowly raised her smock and pulled down the panties beneath. Once the garments were out of the way, she bent forward and placed her hands on the prisoner's legs where they rested in the stirrups. This had the effect of pushing her bottom back toward the prisoner's face and he felt a sudden rush of lust at the sight of the curvaceous globes of her buttocks.

"You like that don't you? " she said to the prisoner as she resumed the manipulation of his cock. "Go on and give it a kiss why don't you". The prisoner hesitated.

"Well, go on, " she urged, " wouldn't you like to get your tongue between those luscious cheeks?" The prisoner felt the first stirrings of interest in his cock as he contemplated the sight before him, and he tried to resist the nascent swelling. The assistant moved her bottom even closer and her cheeks spread slightly to reveal the pink rosebud within. The prisoner moaned, knowing that he could not resist, and he raised his upper body toward her. Tentatively, he swept his tongue up the crack of her bottom and then plunged it in to lap hungrily at the darker skin surrounding her asshole. His erection followed almost immediately, and the doctor began to pump her hand rhythmically up and down the shaft. The prisoner felt waves of lust coursing through him and he began to thrust his tongue into the tight hole, matching the tempo of the doctor's hand.

A gasp of pleasure escaped the assistant, and she began to press her bottom back even further as the prisoner felt his orgasm building within his loins. The doctor, however, had other ideas, and she abruptly ceased her ministrations and simultaneously pulled the assistant forward away from the prisoner's probing tongue. The prisoner let out a cry of frustration and fell back against the raised table behind him.

"Okay," said the doctor "that's enough of that". The assistant made as though to step down from the table, but the doctor told her to wait for a moment and handed her a small plastic container.

"I'm going to need a strong saline solution for the next procedures, " she advised the assistant, "fill this for me will you?" The assistant took the container and held it in front of her, just below her smooth pussy lips.

As she bent her legs slightly, the prisoner kept his eyes riveted greedily to the plump roundness of her gorgeous bottom. After a moment or so, the assistant's legs stiffened imperceptibly and she began to urinate into the jar. Her flow was brief, but the jar, when she handed it to the doctor, was almost full to the brim.

The doctor placed the container onto her trolley as the assistant pulled up her panties, rearranged her smock, and climbed down from the exam table. As the prisoner watched, the doctor took a small wire and plastic device that looked for all the world like one of the cage contraptions which hold champagne corks in place. This item was slightly different, however, in that it was longer and there were two metal protrusions extending from it. The doctor moved between the prisoner's outstretched legs and began to affix the device to his still swollen member.

The contraption was placed so that the first part of the cage wrapped around the base of his scrotum and penis shaft. From there, a plastic rod ran along the underside of his shaft and connected to another wire cage that was place tightly over the blood-engorged glans. The doctor then attached wires to each of the wire cages and plugged them into the machine on the trolley. To provide an Electro-conductive fluid, she took the container and anointed the head the prisoner's cock with the still warm piss, which ran down the shaft and around his scrotum. She repeated this operation several times making the whole area was completely moistened with the liquid.

While the doctor completed her task, the assistant took a ball gag from a cabinet and inserted it into the prisoner's mouth. She took the free ends of the rope attachments and tied them to the table thus securing the prisoner's head. This further deprivation of mobility was alarming, and the prisoner felt his heart thump with nervous expectation. He watched helplessly as the doctor moved to the machine on the trolley and began to adjust the knobs and dials.

"I'm just going to use burst mode whilst we calibrate optimum settings, " said the doctor to the assistant. "You should stand clear of the table." The assistant moved to the doctor's side and the doctor threw a switch causing the machine to emit a loud humming noise. The prisoner, not knowing what to expect, lay in tense anticipation, his hands gripping the edges of the tabletop. Suddenly, and without any sort of warning whatsoever, the doctor punched a large red button on the corner of the console.

The effect on the prisoner was instantaneous. A bolt of energy shot through his genitals causing his still erect cock to jerk wildly. All of the muscles of his body seemed to contract simultaneously, and his back arched up and away from the table. The sensation was incredible; it did not cause a localized pain exactly, but the shock to the system was intense. The doctor adjusted the intensity control up a notch and selected a square wave pulse from the mode selector. Once again she hit the button and again the prisoner snapped into a rigid arc over the tabletop.

The doctor continued to adjust the intensity upward until the prisoner began to yelp with pain at each shock. At the upper levels of intensity, a sharp sensation of heat accompanied the jolt, causing the prisoner to fear that he would be burned. The doctor, however, was monitoring the effects closely, and after reaching peak intensity, she dropped the level back until the shocks simply caused the convulsive muscle reaction, but not the searing pain.

"Okay, " said the doctor, "I think these setting will be adequate for sustained pulse. Let's get rid of these electrodes and try something a little more invasive for maximum effect." With that, she unplugged and removed the cage device and handed it to the assistant who put it away. She then began to look through the trolley drawer again and she retrieved two tubular metal rods with wires attached; one was almost an inch and a half in diameter and eight inches long, whilst the other was only a quarter inch thick, and four inches in length. The doctor coated the two rods with a clear paste and then inserted the larger of the two into his bottom and deep into his rectum. She took the smaller of the rods, which the prisoner noted was hollow, and set it on the table between his legs. She then went to a cabinet and got herself a large plastic syringe, to which she attached a short rubber nozzle about an inch long. She placed the end of the syringe nozzle into the plastic container of pee provided by the assistant and drew up the amber fluid until the syringe was full. Turning to the prisoner, she put the tip of the nozzle to his glans and inserted it full length into his pee-hole. The prisoner winced at the sudden sting, and the doctor depressed the plunger causing the piss to flood and stretch his urethra. A little of the fluid escaped from his cock, but the bulk of it was forced under pressure into his bladder.

When the doctor was satisfied, she withdrew the nozzle and tossed the syringe to the assistant. She then took two more wires from the trolley drawer, one of which terminated in a short strap with a foil strip on its inner surface, and the other which terminated in a metal ring about an inch in diameter. The doctor took these wires, and the two attached to the rods, and plugged them all into the machine. She then wrapped the strap around the base of the prisoner's scrotum with the metal foil on the inside, and rolled back his foreskin. The metal ring was forced over the glans of his penis until it reached the base of his cockhead. The doctor then took the thin metal tube and inserted it into his urethra, sliding it in almost the whole four-inch length. When this was in place, she rolled the foreskin back leaving the metal ring trapped inside Finally, she took a small clamp and applied it to the end of his foreskin causing it to grip tightly to the inserted urethral rod.

"Alright, " said the doctor, "let's begin with a preliminary burst." With that, she stepped behind the console and hit the red button again. This time the prisoner could feel the energy erupt through his entire nether region. His legs and back snapped into rigidity, and once again he felt himself almost leave the table. As soon as the burst terminated, the doctor flicked a switch marked ‘Continuous Pulse' and the power began to flow through him in steady, high-frequency waves. This new sensation, while intense, was not painful in the normal sense. The prisoner's muscles remained taut, but the feeling spreading through his rectum and urethra was like the buzzing of a thousand bees, except that the drone was not a random cacophony, but rather a regular pulsing harmony.

His cock and began to throb and twitch to the rhythm, and he could feel his prostate vibrating sympathetically. The doctor watched with interest, and made a couple of brief notes on a little pad. She then adjusted the intensity level on the console and recorded the setting in her notes also. The new level of strength was almost more than the prisoner could bear. He began to moan, and his fingers gripped the table edge even more tightly. His hips began to thrust upward in synchronization with the pulses and within seconds his cock erupted violently, spurting his hot, sticky ejaculate through the narrow tube extending from his piss-hole.

It felt as though his orgasm would never cease. His cock jerked again, and again, and again, until finally he was drained completely. When the last aftershock of the orgasm died away, the doctor slowly reduced the impulse frequency and then switched the machine off. The silence, after the relentless hum of the powerful machine was almost deafening.

"Excellent, " said the doctor. "I want to get these results written up right away. Get him cleaned up and returned to his cell will you?"

"Of course, " replied the assistant, "is there anything you want prepared for the next session, or are you finished with this prisoner?"

"Finished with him?" asked the doctor, "Oh no. No, not at all. I have month's worth of experimental procedures to get through.

I'll require him for some time to come. And, " she continued " speaking of coming, I think we better get him fixed with a urethral reservoir, just to keep things from getting to messy around here." The prisoner, feeling a new wave of anxiety course through him, summoned up the courage to ask what such a device might be. He turned his head to pose the question, but as he began to speak, the doctor swept out of the room, leaving him to his worst imaginings as to what might befall him next.

The end.