Chapter 1

Margaret's brown doe eyes fluttered open and she struggled to focus her eyesight on the ceiling that was in front of her. Her brain sluggishly brought to her attention that it was an unfamiliar ceiling, but failed to call to action any type of appropriate emotional response, so she simply considered the ceiling drowsily. A dingy tiled ceiling, it looked nothing like her bedroom ceiling, or her dorm room ceiling. In fact, it most resembled a ceiling that would be in a public place, like an office building, or a hospital, or one of her university classrooms, even. Her brain was steadily clearing and this last thought finally connected the dots to the last thing she remembered. She remembered going to meet her biology professor, Dr. Roberts, in his office after receiving his email about an opportunity he wanted to present her with, as the top student in his class. She remembered discussing being part of a progressive and important scientific study. He had said the details could wait, but she needed to decide now before her spot went to someone else. She remembered wondering if that was a little fishy, but had brushed the thought off and signed the forms he had given her eagerly. They all looked pretty standard and she was itching to get her hands on some real scientific work. She remembered the feeling of something stinging her neck just as she set down her pen... and that's all she could recall! Margaret sat bolt upright- or tried to anyway. She immediately found that a thick strap across her shoulders, attached to the bed she was laying on, was preventing her from doing so. She struggled for a moment and found that her arms and legs were also strapped down. She started to panic. What was going on?! She heard what sounded like a door opening and closing but from her restrained position she couldn't see where it was coming from. Suddenly a man appeared in her field of vision, striding up to the side of the bed and peering down at her frightened face. He was stocky and quite muscular and his messy shoulder-length hair was dyed a bright red color. He was wearing just a plain black tee shirt and jeans, and he had what looked like a small bluetooth phone device over his left ear. He was carrying a plastic cup which he set on a small table near the bed. “Hey there, sleepy head!” he said brightly “What's going on?! Where am I?!” she asked desperately, the panic clear in her voice. “Well,” he answered without missing a beat, “I'm not exactly allowed to tell you where you are, but I can tell you that you're part of some kind of scientific experiment. I'd tell you some of the details but I don't really know, myself. I'm no scientist, I'm just the hired guns,” he made a muscle with his arm at this last statement and chuckled at his own joke. “My name's Dex.” Margaret was very confused. “Well... I do remember talking about joining a study, but why did I lose consciousness? Why am I strapped down?!” Dex looked down at her with pity. “I'm guessing they conveniently forgot to mention that you were gonna be the subject of the experiment, and not one of the scientists.” “WHAT?!” she cried in horror. She should've asked more questions. She should've read those forms more carefully. She was just too eager to join the study. How could she be so stupid?! Her breathing quickened and her very dry throat caused her to cough a little. “Hey, it'll be ok.” Dex piped up. “Just calm down a little. I brought you some water, but I can only let you sit up to drink if you promise to behave.” He picked up the cup again. Margaret bit her lip, her mind racing. She couldn't see much of a way out of this. She had signed those forms of her own free will, and they were most likely legally binding. And even if she did want to escape, even if she COULD escape, she had no idea where she was or if she could get home from there. She had no money or anything on her besides her cell phone and student ID and she had a feeling those things were no longer in her pockets. She told herself she didn't even know what this experiment was. Hopefully it was something quick and easy and not too invasive, and she could just put up with it briefly and then go back to school. And maybe change majors, she thought, as she pictured having to sit through another class with Dr. Roberts as the teacher and shuddered. She could certainly never trust him again. Hesitantly she nodded at Dex. “Okay, I'll cooperate.” He gave her a wide grin. “Good!” he said and reached down with the hand not holding the cup to unfasten the straps across her shoulders and arms. The ones across her legs he left in place. She slowly sat up and rubbed her wrists, looking around the room properly for the first time. It was quite barren. Linolium floor, plain white walls. Her bed resembled a hospital bed, with railings on the sides. There was a small table next to it, and two doors on the wall opposite her. That was all. She still couldn't get rid of the knot of uneasiness in her stomach but at least Dex seemed relatively friendly and helpful. He handed her the cup and she looked inside and sniffed it warily. Dex chuckled softly. “It's just plain old water. I got it from the tap.” Margaret was too thirsty to be picky so she decided to believe him and gulped it down thirstily. It tasted like regular tap water to her. “They told me your name's Margaret?” Dex said, trying to strike up conversation. She nodded, still drinking. “I'm gonna be your bodyguard while you're here so I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” He flashed her what was meant to be a charming smile, but seeing as she was basically his captive, she didn't fall for it. Margaret finished drinking and handed the cup back to him. “Are you here to guard me from others, or to guard the exit from me?” she asked dryly. He chuckled quietly again. “Both, I guess,” he replied. Margaret hesitated, and then, looking up at Dex with pleading eyes, she asked “Are you sure you don't know ANYTHING at all about what kinds of things they're going to do to me?” Dex looked a little uncomfortable. “Well-” But then he was cut off by Dr. Roberts brusquely entering the room from the door on the left, carrying a black bag.

Chapter 2

As soon as Margaret recognized that it was Dr. Roberts that had just entered the room, she felt a surge of hope. She would tell him she hadn't properly understood what she was agreeing to and he'd let her go home! “Dr. Roberts!” she called out. “I didn't mean to sign up for this. I thought you wanted me to help with the research, not be a test subject! Please, I really want to go home.” Dr. Roberts furrowed his brow. “Miss Lee you are helping with the research. Just because you wanted a different role in the process doesn't mean you can just back out after you already agreed and signed all the paperwork.” Margaret felt like her stomach had jumped up into her throat. “Please! I-” “Enough of that,” he snapped. “You will remain quiet and cooperative from now on or we will have to force the issue.” She didn't like the sound of that. What exactly did he mean by forcing the issue? “Now, I have come to perform your intake exam. Mr. Parker, if you will take off her restraints. Miss Lee, I need you to disrobe for me.” This was sounding worse and worse. Margaret looked to Dex hoping to find some sympathy but he had a more serious expression on his face now and nodded to Dr. Roberts before turning to undo the straps binding her legs to the bed. Margaret got up, a little shaky on her feet, but quickly steadied herself and looked around in uncertainty. “Is there a bathroom or something I could-” “Why would you need to change in another room? Get on with it,” Dr. Roberts interrupted her, sounding irritated. Margaret was becoming more frightened by the minute and she did not like the thought of undressing in front of both Dex AND her university professor, but she was still hanging on to the hope that if she cooperated the experiment would be quick and painless and she would be back in her own room before nightfall. So she sighed pitifully, stripped off her yellow tank top and jean shorts and set them on the bed. She was already barefoot, as she had woken up without her flip-flops on. Now she was down to her bra and underwear. She paused hopefully and glanced at Dr. Roberts. Maybe she didn't have to TOTALLY undress? He had been busy taking some instruments out of his black bag and placing them on the table, but when he noticed her lack of movement he looked up from what he was doing and frowned again. “Did I tell you to leave anything on? Finish up now or I will have Mr. Parker assist you.” Margaret looked over at Dex, mortified. He wore a slight smirk and that didn't ease her mind any. She really didn't want to do this in front of either of them, but she wanted him taking her clothes off for her even less, so she grudgingly unhooked her plain white bra and slid it off, placing it on the bed with her other clothes. Folding her arms in front of her chest she hesitated again, but Dr. Roberts shot her a look from the corner of his eye so she hurriedly removed her light blue underwear as well, crouching down to do it so she wouldn't have to bend over. Then she stood silently waiting, trying to cover as much of her body as possible with her hands and arms. Her head was bowed, straight shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair falling in front of her face to hide the fact that it was turning very pink. Dr. Roberts turned around from the table with a tape measure in his hands. “Arms out to the side,” he ordered. Margaret was reluctant. Slowly she started to comply but it was not quick enough for Dr. Roberts. He sighed impatiently. “Mr. Parker, if you please.” Dex swiftly walked up behind her, grabbed her arms by the wrists and pulled them straight out to her sides, holding them there. Margaret felt her face heat up even more. She was sure she must be blushing all the way down to her chest. Dr. Roberts regarded her clinically with his steely grey eyes before unrolling the tape measure and taking various measurements. Her height, her arm and leg length, her bust, waist and hips, the circumference of her head and neck were all written down on a clipboard. Margaret eyed the instruments on the table warily while he measured her. Most of them didn't look too imposing: a reflex hammer, a thermometer, a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, tongue depressors, etc. When he was done with the measurements, Dr. Roberts strode back to the other side of the room and opened the door on the right, revealing a small bathroom with a sink, toilet, shower, and scale. He beckoned to Margaret and Dex released her arms. She instinctively covered up again right away and hurried awkwardly over to the bathroom. “Step on the scale,” Dr. Roberts said. She did so, and after a moment it recorded her weight at 128 lbs. He wrote that down and led the way back into the other room. He patted the bed with his hand. “Hop up.” Margaret complied eagerly, relieved to be sitting down since it was easier to keep her nether regions covered from that position. The bed was high enough that her feet didn't quite touch the floor, leaving her legs dangling. Dr. Roberts picked up an ophthalmoscope and shone it in both her eyes, then looked in her nose and ears with an otoscope, checked her reflexes with the reflex hammer, stuck a tongue depressor in her mouth and looked at her throat, then checked her blood pressure, all the while asking her questions about her medical history. She blushed when he asked if she was sexually active but shook her head no, purposely avoiding Dex's eyes which she knew were on her the whole time. Finally he picked up the thermometer, an old-fashioned glass one, off the table and ordered “Open.” Margaret obeyed and he stuck it under her tongue. While it was registering he picked up his stethoscope and moved it around on her chest and back, listening to her heart and lungs. Margaret's face flushed all over again every time his hand grazed one of her breasts. Finally he set the stethoscope aside and removed the thermometer from her mouth. He read it and frowned. “This is quite low.” He glanced at the empty cup, still sitting on the table from earlier. His voice became very stern as he said “Mr. Parker.” “Doc?” “When you brought the subject water to drink did you get cold water?” “Well... yeah. You didn't specify so I didn't think-” “No, you didn't think, did you?” Dr. Roberts snapped. He wasn't facing Dex but Margaret was, and she saw him go stone-faced at this retort. “Now I'm not getting an accurate reading with this one. We'll have to use the other one.” Margaret shifted uncomfortably at this. What did he mean by the other one? She knew there were only two common ways of taking one's temperature but surely he couldn't mean... THAT. Could he?

Chapter 3

Dr. Roberts reached into his black bag and pulled out a pair of latex gloves, another thermometer and a tube of surgical lubricant. Margaret's heart began to beat like it was trying to escape her ribcage. Apparently he DID mean that! “N-no, wait! Hold on,” she said in a rather higher pitched voice. “Please can't we just... w-wait a while and take it again or something?” Dr. Roberts gave another one of his impatient sighs. “Miss Lee you've wasted enough of my time already. Lay on your stomach this instant. He started walking toward her and she scooted backwards on the bed away from him. “No! I don't want to do this! Please! There's got to be something else we can...” Dr. Roberts exchanged a look with Dex, who strode over to the bed and quickly gripped Margaret by the back of her neck and pushed her face down onto the pillow. She turned her head to the side so she could breathe and began to struggle, but he was much too strong for her to have any hope of succeeding. He held each of her legs in place while Dr. Roberts strapped them down, and then her arms, and then they finished off with the strap across her shoulders, and she was once again strapped to the bed, but this time face-down. Margaret was crying as Dr. Roberts snapped on the latex gloves, picked up the thermometer and lubricant once again and approached her. “PLEASE, no,” she pleaded once more. “I can see you're going to be giving us trouble,” he said, meeting her tearful gaze with his steely one. “We'll have to keep that in mind going forward.” With that, he popped open the lid of the lubricant and squeezed a little onto his gloved index finger. Placing his other hand on her buttocks, he separated them and started to spread the lubricant all around her anal entrance. He even poked the very tip of his finger inside just a little. Margaret hid her face in the pillow, mortified. That didn't stop her from feeling every centimeter of the thermometer that he then pushed into her, however. She had never had anything inside her back there and it felt so strange and uncomfortable. She felt violated. She heard the scribble of his pen as he noted more observations down, waiting for the thermometer to register. He seemed to be leaving it in there for ages. She squirmed a little, and felt it start to fall out, but Dr. Roberts barked at her to stay still and she froze. He pushed it back in, muttering about having to start all over and went back to his note-taking. Margaret was taking shuddering breaths trying to calm herself down. She could just picture what she looked like, naked and strapped down with a little glass rod sticking out of her ass. It was completely humiliating, but other than just being embarrassed she guessed this wasn't so bad. She just hoped this was the worst of it. Maybe if she just calmed down they would untie her and the rest of the process would be painless. After all, he wouldn't have had to even do this much if Dex hadn't brought her cold water. FINALLY, Dr. Roberts pulled the awful thermometer out, which felt, if anything, even weirder. By this time Margaret had managed to calm her breathing and was just vaguely sniffling. Dr. Roberts noted the new temperature and seemed satisfied with it this time. “All right,” he said, beginning to pack all his tools back in the ominous black bag. “That is all for now. Mr. Parker, if you will take the subject to exam room 2, Dr. Marks will finish up the intake exam.” Dex nodded and began to unstrap Margaret from the bed. “And tell him not to hesitate to use restraints, as the subject has already proved most uncooperative,” Dr. Roberts added. “No need for her to dress, as she'll only be undressing again once you arrive.” Margaret had been reaching for her clothes, fallen on the floor from their toussle on the bed. But all she had time to do was gather them in her arms before Dex's beefy hand grabbed her by the bicep and began to pull her toward the door that Dr. Roberts had entered through earlier. She tried desperately to hold them around her so that they covered as much as possible but it was very hard to manage while being dragged along at such a brisk pace. They exited the room into a long hallway with the same linoleum floors and white walls. As soon as they were out of earshot of the doctor, Dex slowed down and loosened his grip. “Man, he's kind of a dick, huh?” he chuckled to her. She couldn't find it in her to share in his bit of humor at the moment so she stayed silent. “Is he like that in the classroom too?” More surly silence, but Dex didn't seem to expect an answer anyway. “I'd let you stop and put your clothes back on, but we'll be there in about 30 seconds anyway and you'll just hafta take them right back off so there's really no point. Don't worry though, as far as I can tell Dr. Marks is a lot nicer.” Margaret felt a little bit of hope return at that. Maybe this new doctor would take pity on her situation and arrange for her to leave. She would just as soon not have to see Dr. Roberts ever again after that ordeal.

Chapter 4

All right, guys, so I felt a little bad that the newest part was so short after such a long wait and I was still kind of in a writing groove, so you get two parts in one night! Here's chapter 4.

They walked up to a door that had a black number 2 painted on the small frosted glass window. Dex knocked and a man's voice called “Come in,” from inside. Dex ushered her into a room that looked more like a traditional exam room in a doctor's office. Margaret still had no idea where they were, but judging by the totally deserted hallway, this was not just an ordinary doctor's office. But there was the exam table with the crinkly paper on top, A counter top and sink with cabinets above and below it, a rolling metal tray with various instruments arranged on top and a man in a white doctor's coat sitting at a desk with his back to them. He had dark brown hair that was going quite gray at the sides, and when he turned around in his seat, she saw his laugh lines and twinkling blue eyes behind his glasses. It was an encouraging sight, further backing up what Dex had said moments ago. “I brought the subject for the rest of her intake exam,” Dex said. “Excellent,” said Dr. Marks, standing up from his chair. “Dr. Marks?” Margaret ventured meekly. Dr. Marks looked surprised at being addressed but not angry as Dr. Roberts would probably have been. “Please, can you help me? I don't want to be here. I didn't mean to sign up for this. This is all a big mistake!” She was trying to remain calm and rational so he would take her seriously, but tears welled up in her eyes and her voice cracked on the word mistake. Dr. Marks' brow furrowed. “Well, my dear, I'm sorry to hear that, but if you didn't want to do this, why did you sign all the paperwork?” Margaret noticed for the first time that he had a British accent. “I thought I was signing up to help do research! I didn't understand, and Dr. Roberts seemed to be in such a hurry for me to give an answer and I just-” she began to cry in earnest and couldn't finish. Dr. Marks was silent for a moment, looking grave. “Well,” he began finally, “I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm afraid there's nothing to be done about it now. Regardless of whether you knew what you were doing, you DID sign up for this, and it would be expensive and time-consuming to find another willing subject. As this is a privately funded endeavor, I'm afraid we just don't have the resources to do that.” Margaret only started sobbing harder at this news. Dex looked uncomfortable and shifted away from her to stand in the corner, but Dr. Marks grabbed some tissues out of the box on the counter and approached her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and offering them to her. “I'll tell you what, though. I promise to try and make this as easy for you as I can, all right?” Margaret took the tissues and buried her face in them, still clutching onto her loose clothes with the other hand. She started to shake her head no. No, it was NOT all right! She didn't want to be here, naked in front of all these men, while they did god knows what to her body! And maybe she should've read that contract better, but she still didn't deserve to be punished for it like this. The weight of the fact that she was not going to be able to escape this fell on her all at once and she just had to get away. She didn't think, she only made a desperate lunge for the door. Because of the fact that she took the two men by total surprise, and the fact that Dex had wandered over to stand in the corner, she actually made it out the door and into the hallway a short ways. However, once Dex came to his senses and started after her it didn't take him long at all to catch up, since his legs were much longer and he was much more used to exercise than the slight little bookworm. Besides which, he wasn't naked and carrying a pile of clothes. Within a matter of seconds he had grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her, leaned over to pick her up around her legs and slung her over his shoulder, kicking and screaming and dropping bits of clothing behind them as they made their way back into the exam room. Dr. Marks looked genuinely sorry, but that didn't make it any easier for Margaret to hear him say “It seems we'll be needing to use restraints for her.” “NO, NO, PLEASE STOP. JUST LET ME GO HOME,” Margaret sobbed, trying her very hardest to struggle free but it made no difference. Dex slung her onto the exam table and held her down once again while Dr. Marks quickly strapped down her arms, legs, and shoulders, this time adding a strap across her forehead with foam wedges to either side of her head, to keep her from thrashing it around. She went limp with defeat but was still in tears. No sooner had they finished this than she heard rather than saw someone else enter the room. When she heard the voice an involuntary chill went down her spine and the crying subsided slightly. “Good god, what a racket. You'd think you were carving her up in here or something,” snapped the irritated voice of Dr. Roberts. “Here's the report from my half of the exam. Good luck with this one.” And with that the sound of the door opening and shutting again, and he was gone.

Chapter 5

Margaret had been frightened enough by Dr. Robert's brief return that she was a little more subdued. She hadn't stopped crying but she was coherent enough to speak again. “P-please,” she sputtered. “I'll coop-p-perate. Let me up!” “I'm sorry, Margaret, but now that you've gone and bolted on us like that I'm afraid we can't trust you any more,” Dr. Marks replied in a more stern-sounding voice than he had used before. “I know you're upset but you need to relax or you'll only make this harder on yourself than it needs to be. I'm still going to try and help you get through this as smoothly as possible, okay?” Margaret nodded, lip still trembling. “What you'll be doing in here with me is more of an internal exam, and I'm going to take some samples for the lab as well.” Margaret didn't like the sounds of an internal exam, but she was now more or less resigned to her fate. She bit her lip but nodded again, and then heard the telltale signs of latex gloves being donned. “Now you just relax and try to calm yourself down a little bit. All I'm gonna do right now is feel around a bit with my hands, starting with your lymph nodes up here. This should not hurt you at all. If it does just tell me and I will stop.” She felt his gloved hands come in contact with her jawline, gently feeling her lymph nodes and continuing on down her neck. Then they skipped down to her abdomen, prodding some more down there. She took a few long, steadying breaths. His hands were warm and his touch was very gentle, even a little bit soothing. “Mr. Parker would you come over here, please,” Dr. Marks said in a purposefully gentle tone. When Dex complied, he continued, “I need to do a breast exam, and I can't do that with her arms down at her sides. I'm going to need you to unstrap one arm at a time and hold it above her head while I do the exam.” Dex nodded seriously. Margaret felt her face heat up at the mention of a breast exam, but at this point it didn't seem as bad as it might have earlier today, so she didn't put up a fight when Dex unstrapped her left arm and pinned it down above her head. Dr. Marks carefully and tenderly felt around her armpit and breast in slow concentric circles. When he suddenly pinched her nipple to check for discharge, Margaret let out a small yelp but it was more from surprise than pain. They strapped her arm back down and then did the same on her right side. This time Margaret was expecting the pinch so she only screwed up her face and didn't cry out. “All right, everything looks good so far,” Dr. Marks said cheerfully. “Now I want to have a look in your mouth and throat for a bit.” That didn't sound too bad to Margaret until he picked up a scary-looking metal contraption. “Now, this might be just a tad unpleasant, dear, but I don't feel like I can trust you not to bite or otherwise interfere with me, so I'm just going to insert this in your mouth to keep it open while I look around in there.” Margaret started to protest that she would cooperate, but Dr. Marks shook his head. “You'll have time to earn some trust back later, but right now we need to get the preliminary exam over with quickly so we can enter the results and start planning the rest of the experiment accordingly, so just let me do what I need to do. You won't get anywhere by arguing.” As he spoke he pressed some unseen button down on the side of the exam table and part of it started to fold upwards. Margaret was now reclining at an angle more like a dentist's chair. Dr. Marks pulled up a rolling stool and sat on it, scooting towards her with the scary contraption still in-hand. “Open your mouth for me, please,” he said softly. She was hesitant, but he was patient with her. She knew there was no getting out of it, but it was still hard to make herself comply when she didn't know what was going to happen when she did. “Come on, now,” he urged. She slowly opened her mouth just a bit, but it was enough. Suddenly there were metal bars between her teeth and something flat pressing down on her tongue, keeping it out of the way. “I'm going to open it some more now, so I can get a better look in there,” Dr. Marks announced. Before Margaret could really comprehend this, the contraption was widening, forcing her mouth open almost to its limit. It was uncomfortable and scary not to be able to close her mouth at all, and it only took a few seconds before her jaw started to ache a little. She squeezed her eyes shut tight. “Relax into it, don't try to close your mouth. It'll feel better,” Dr. Marks advised her, turning on a bright lamp directly above her.. “I won't be too long.” He tucked a paper mask over his mouth and nose, picked up a tiny mirror and hook and went to work checking her teeth just like a normal dentist. “You have lovely teeth,” he commented. She could tell he smiled at her behind the mask because his eyes crinkled up. “You must be a religious flosser.” Margaret realized how ridiculous it was to enjoy the approval of a man who was essentially one of her kidnappers, but the perfectionist in her couldn't help but be pleased that her good oral hygiene didn't go unnoticed. “All right, I just need a throat culture for our samples, now,” Dr. Marks said, at last withdrawing his tools. Margaret was relieved it was almost over. She could feel saliva starting to leak out the corners of her mouth where the metal went in, and she would be mortified if she started drooling everywhere. Dr. Marks picked up a long swab. “Now I have to put this pretty far into your throat, dear,” he told her. “You may gag and I apologize in advance, but there's no other way to do this.” Ugh. Margaret hated that feeling. She closed her eyes in preparation and then sqeezed them tightly when the feeling of the swab on the back of her throat caused her to gag. But then it was quickly over and Dr. Marks was removing the contraption from her mouth soon after. It did leave behind a little saliva on her chin and cheeks after all, and she desperately wished she could wipe it away herself, but she was still thoroughly immobilized by all the straps. Dr. Marks seemed to notice, and kindly wiped around her mouth with a paper napkin, which was embarassing, but less so than having to stay laying there with saliva all around her mouth. She worked her sore jaw open and closed to relieve the ache. “There, that wasn't so bad,” Dr. Marks said warmly. It was bad enough, Margaret thought to herself. “Okay now, Margaret. I've saved this part for last so you could have a bit of time to settle down and get accustomed to me, but we can't put it off any more now. It's time for your pelvic exam.”

Chapter 6

I know I haven't updated for a while, but I haven't abandoned the story! Here is proof!

Margaret's heart fluttered and any calm she had achieved since being strapped down flew out the window. She couldn't make any movements but she began breathing faster and tears flecked the corners of her eyes once again. “Please, I don't want to. Is it really necessary?” she yelped in a panicked voice. “Shhhh, it's all right. It's necessary, yes, but it won't be any worse than going to your gynecologist for a routine checkup, dear. I'm sure you've done that before,” he said reassuringly, but Margaret wasn't reassured. “No!” she screeched. “No, you haven't done that before?” he asked, surprised. “No,” she repeated, beginning to cry in earnest again. “Oh my, well then you're past due, in my opinion. I'll have to make sure I'm very thorough,” he said, frowning. Margaret let out a sob. “It'll be all right, dear. I'll be gentle. You'll get through this. You really should've had one at least when you turned 21.” Margaret knew this, but she was a naturally shy person and without anything that seemed to be a pressing problem down there, she just could never bring herself to voluntarily make that appointment. But now she was about to have it non-voluntarily. Dr. Marks lowered the exam table back to its flat position and then moved down to where her legs were strapped. She heard clinking and then two metal stirrups came up into view from beneath the table. They had leather straps dangling open on them at the ankles and above the knees. The sight only further intimidated her and she closed her eyes, wishing it all away. “Mr. Parker, if you please?” came Dr. Marks' voice. The two men on either side of her unstrapped her legs from the table. She snapped her knees together as tight as she could and did her best to keep them that way, but they pried them apart and up onto the stirrups and strapped them firmly in. Then suddenly the end of the table fell away all the way up to her bottom so that it was almost hanging off the end. She yelped and opened her eyes in surprise. She could see Dr. Marks adjusting the stirrups and suddenly they were moving even further apart so she was spread wide open, helplessly exposed. Dr. Marks swung the lamp that had been above her head down to the other end and she could feel its warmth on her. She heard him changing into a fresh pair of gloves and then she heard the rolling stool slide down to a spot between her legs. She shuddered. “Now I know this is embarrassing and uncomfortable, Margaret, but I need you to trust me. I've been a doctor for many years and I know my stuff. I promise you are in good hands,” Dr. Marks said. Margaret took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. She didn't want to be calm, she wanted to scream and cry and kick and flee, but she knew being calm was the smartest option. Telling herself that didn't seem to help much, however. “Now,” the doctor went on, “I know Dr. Roberts already took your temperature earlier, but for the sake of thoroughness I'm going to do it again.” Margaret heard the squirt of a tube of lube and groaned audibly. Once was more than enough in her opinion. “I know,” he said, patting her knee kindly. “You're going to feel me touching you.” His warm hand touched the inside of her thigh and then slid downwards, then she felt the slimy lube being spread around her hole. She groaned again, but this time the doctor ignored her. Suddenly the thermometer was being slid inside. She couldn't help letting out a squeak and tensing up in surprise, and the thermometer came to a halt. It was not helpful that she couldn't see anything that was going on down there from this angle. “Just relax,” Dr. Marks told her soothingly. That was easy for him to say, she thought bitterly, but she couldn't seem to make her muscles stand down. This was too tense of a situation. But the thermometer resumed its invasion regardless, and she suddenly realized this wasn't the same old-fashioned glass rod as before because it was definitely getting wider. Having it forced past her protesting muscles made it just a little bit painful, while before it had merely been humiliating. She sucked in a hissing breath. “There, there,” Dr. Marks said in response. “It would be easier if you just relaxed, but it's in now so no need to worry. While that registers, I'm going to perform just a simple external visual inspection. Nothing to be afraid of.” she felt his gloved hands moving upward and couldn't believe someone was going to touch her there for the first time. It wasn't so awful, though. He merely ran his hands through her pubic hair and parted her folds briefly. It wasn't long before the thermometer emitted a beep and he pulled it quickly out, making her wince from the strange sensation. “Just a little elevated, but it's probably due to your distress so it's nothing to worry about.” He was probably trying to be reassuring but it wasn't working. “Okay, Margaret, I'm going to feel around inside you a little bit. Just relax, this shouldn't hurt at all.” Margaret wished she could sit up, or at least lift her head. It was so much more suspenseful, not being able to see the doctor as he did whatever he liked with her poor body. At least he was talking to her beforehand, she supposed, but that never seemed to fully prepare her for what she felt afterwards. She heard the tube of lubricant being used again, and suddenly he was touching her again. One finger pushed inside her very suddenly and she yelped. “Sorry,” Dr. Marks chuckled. “I didn't mean to startle you.” Margaret didn't think it was funny. He felt around inside her for just a moment before pulling the finger back out, but immediately he delved back in with two fingers instead. Margaret squeezed her eyes shut. Nothing besides a tampon had ever been in there before, and two fingers was already starting to push the limits of her small opening. “Margaret, have you ever had vaginal sex?” Dr. Marks asked. She could not believe he would ask her to answer that while his fingers were inside her. She couldn't bring herself to say anything so instead she just barely shook her head no, to the limits that her restraints would allow. “Hmm your opening is just very small, I wasn't expecting that to be the case, a pretty young college student like you.” She might have felt offended, but she was too distracted by the feeling of him poking around inside her. By now he had brought his other hand up to her abdomen and was pressing down firmly in order to feel her ovaries between his fingers. “All right my dear,” he said, finally pulling out of her, “Now I need a quick look around inside.” She heard a clanking from some metal instrument he was picking up off the tray. “I apologize, we did not think to stock a virginal speculum here, but I promise I am using the smallest one we have. I'd say it's still a bit bigger than I'd normally use on someone your size, so this might be somewhat uncomfortable, but I'm not going to injure you in any way.” Margaret whimpered at this news. His two fingers had felt like quite enough, how was she going to endure a too-large speculum? She heard the lube being used once again and then she felt the cold instrument push up against her. She whimpered some more and tried in vain to wriggle away. She could barely move due to the restraints. “Now, now, Margaret, just relax my dear,” Dr. Marks said in a soothing tone that did not match the force with which he was trying to push the speculum into her. He put a hand on the inside of her thigh that was meant to be a comfort but only made her tense up even further. He was putting a lot of pressure on her vaginal opening but the speculum was not going in past her tense muscles. Dr. Marks gave up pushing with a sigh. “My dear, you really must relax.” “I can't,” she said mournfully, in a voice on the verge of tears. “Hm, I think I have an idea,” he said, sounding cheerful once again. “I'll be right back.” She heard the door open and close. He must have gone to get something. Her imagination ran wild and she feared he was going to return with some terrible device or drug to force her to relax her muscles. Tears dripped down the sides of her face and she sniffled loudly. “He's not hurting you, is he?” said a voice nearby, quite suddenly. Margaret was very startled. It was Dex. She had forgotten he was there. “What do you care?” she spat back venemously. She couldn't see him from where she was, but he didn't speak again. Dr. Marks returned not too long after. “What are you going to do?” Margaret called out fearfully, as soon as he was back. “Don't worry, I think you'll like it just fine,” he told her. That wasn't an answer, she thought, and she didn't trust it to be true at all. He approached her head and unstrapped the restraint around her forehead. Her head shot up and she looked all around her in a panic, but nothing seemed different than before. She started to ask again what his plan was when black cloth obscured her sight. Dr. Marks was tying a blindfold on her. She started to shake her head to keep it off, but he had already secured it by then. “How is this supposed to help?!” she shouted at him. “I'm not finished yet, one moment,” he replied. She felt her head being pushed back down and the hated strap was secured across her forehead again. Then something was being inserted in her ear! She was frightened but she couldn't shake her head enough to knock it out. Something similar was inserted in the other ear, and then suddenly, all other sound was drowned out by the sounds of Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 5. She couldn't see anything, and that was now all she could hear. It was a very relaxing piece but she still couldn't relax right away because she knew she was still strapped to an exam table. Next she felt something light but warm, a blanket, she supposed, being draped over her torso. It ended abover her knees so her pelvic region was still exposed to the air but at least the rest of her wasn't naked and cold. And then nothing else happened. She felt nothing for several minutes. She had no way of telling whether there were even anyone else there. She can't imagine they would have left in the middle of an exam but she couldn't hear or see anything so she didn't know for sure. She was so emotionally exhausted by this point, and this was so comforting compared to everything that came before, that she began to relax before too long. She let the music overtake her and imagined she was melting into a puddle and flowing away. The smooth violin music helped her imagine the scenario. Suddenly she felt the dreaded speculum being shoved all the way into her, quite forcefully. All at once she was jerked out of her reverie, startled, and in a small amount of pain. She let out a short scream. But it was inside her now, at any rate. She supposed this method of relaxing her was preferable to others he could have used, but she still felt betrayed by that surprise being sprung on her. If he was saying anything in response to her distress, she couldn't hear, so she just lay there and cried softly. She thought that was going to be the worst of it, but she had forgotten that the speculum also needed to be opened. Very slowly, it began to do so, stretching her out even more than she thought she should be able to go. She let out a couple little whimpers of distress, but had no way of knowing whether anyone was paying attention to them. Finally it stopped widening and she felt it move around a bit, presumably as Dr. Marks looked around inside her. Then it closed again and slid out of her, much more easily than it had gone in.

Chapter 7

Now the dreaded speculum was gone, but she was still blindfolded with music playing in her ears, and she had no idea what was coming next! This was supposed to be relaxing her, but after that last surprise it was now almost having the opposite effect. She was on edge, waiting to feel what was to be done to her next. Margaret felt more lube being spread around her bottom and she thought incredulously, “Is he going to take my temperature AGAIN?” but then the thing that started pushing into her was thicker and warmer than a thermometer and after a moment she realized it must be a finger. It wormed its way as far up into her rectum as it could go and she winced from the feeling. After feeling around inside her thoroughly, the finger began to retreat, but before it was all the way out, it started pushing back in, along with another finger that went inside her vagina. The two fingers pinched together, feeling the wall between the two cavities, then they both withdrew all the way. Margaret figured that must be the end of it, and waited for the blindfold to be removed again, but instead she felt something cold invading her poor bottom again, but this time it was bullet-shaped. She could feel it widening as it went in. At its widest point it was even thicker than the finger that had just been in there and she felt a twinge from the stretching. But then it began to grow even further, opening up wide just like the speculum in her vagina had. Her poor rectum began to feel like it was burning and she groaned loudly. To her surprise, the invader was taken back out again quite quickly. Maybe her protests had had an effect for once, she thought. But then the earbuds were taken out and she heard Dr. Marks' voice. “Okay Margaret, you're doing splendidly. I'm just going to tell you the situation before I get back to business.” Margaret groaned. There was more business to get back to, apparently. “I was trying to get a look around inside your rectum, but there's quite a bit of fecal matter packed in there, blocking the view. Margaret could feel her face heating up at this remark. Why did he have to talk about that?! “What I'm going to do now is just give you a nice enema to clean you out a little, so I can have a proper look around in there.” Margaret cried out in protest. “NOOO please, I don't want that. A few more little tears ran down her face. “Sadly it's not up to you, my dear. I am just trying to keep you informed of the situation. It'll be easy I promise. You won't even have to get up, I've got a double hose here so I can suck everything right back out again without a fuss.” That sounded rather more alarming than anything to Margaret. “Now I'll let you get back to your music.” Back in the earphones went, and she was back to being completely in the dark about anything going on around her. Margaret had never had an enema before, but she knew what they were and was not looking forward to the prospect. The soothing violin music was no longer doing much to relax her. At this point it was more an annoyance since it kept her from hearing anything when she was desperate to know what was happening around her. Something touched her rear entrance and she jumped. The doctor paused to pat her knee, and then slowly the something was inserted, little by little. She came to realize that it was in a sort of bullet shape and it was getting wider. She didn't know if she could bear it much longer, but it kept going in and widening until all of a sudden it popped right in and she gave a loud yelp. She felt another pat on her knee, but began to think she'd rather have no comfort at all than something which did so little to actually comfort her. Something connected to the bullet inside her was being fiddled with now. She could feel the movement through it. Suddenly she felt cold liquid gush inside of her. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it felt so strange and she really would rather not be experiencing it in this scenario. It kept going at a slow but steady pace until she started to feel the need to eliminate. She tried to squirm in an effort to alleviate the feeling but there wasn't much leeway for motion. She whined in frustration, which was met with yet another knee pat. Soon the liquid stopped coming altogether, but before she even had a chance to feel relieved, she began to instead feel cramps. She let out a moan and tried to squirm again. Dr. Marks' hand began to massage her stomach through the blanket, which helped with the cramping some, but made the need to go more urgent. Margaret gritted her teeth and tried to bear it silently but as the minutes ticked by ever so slowly, and with no end in sight, she was starting to lose her determination. How long was he going to make her keep it in?! Second after unanswered second ticked by. She began to shake slightly at first, and then her resolve was lost and she cried out, writhing around as violently as her restraints would let her. Swiftly, her blindfold was pulled off, and then her earbuds as well. Now there was only the soft whirring of a machine and the loud rattling that she was making herself. Dr. Marks' face appeared, brow furrowed with concern, and he was speaking to her. At first she wasn't even comprehending the words, but his calming voice with its soft accent and his cool touch on her forehead relaxed her just slightly and then she listened. “-just 30 seconds now, you're almost there. Doing so well, Margaret,” he said. “Please...” she whimpered, looking into his eyes. “Shhhhhh, 23 seconds.” He picked up a few stray strands of her hair and moved them out of her sweaty, tear-soaked face. She felt much better now, knowing exactly how much longer she had to endure it, but it was still agony, and she squeezed her eyes tight shut with the effort. She felt him moving back toward the machine and the other end of the table as he counted down the last few seconds aloud, then her time was finally up and immediately she felt everything being eliminated from her by suction. It felt exceedingly strange but for once she didn't mind at all. She was just relieved that the holding was over. After all the liquid was gone, Dr. Marks switched the machine off and the whirring stopped. “Wonderful,” he said pleasantly. “Now let's get this pesky nozzle out and we can get on with it.” Margaret groaned. Hadn't she been through enough yet, she wondered. But there seemed to be plenty more to come. Dr. Marks instructed her to push as he took the nozzle out, to make it easier. She felt so embarassed doing that, but at this point she would do anything to make things go quicker and more painlessly. She did her best and it did seem to help but it still felt alarmingly like a bowel movement as it came out and she gasped. “Excellent,” Dr. Marks said, putting the nozzle away somewhere and changing his gloves. “Now where were we?”