The examination lamp is shining so brightly in my face that when I look away the haze of it continues to obscure my vision. I can see a tall, slim figure approach, clutching a clipboard in one hand and checking his watch with the other. I start to feel dizzy and my vision starts to blur. I stop craning my neck and just rest my head back onto the cold metal table. I breathe in and out deeply, my bare chest heaving, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.
I close my eyes and try to relax, try to forget my aching limbs, stretched almost to the breaking point while I'm bound, helpless, and laid out for all to see.
"Nurse!" I hear the doctor call out firmly.
I hear her open and close the door behind her, she steps quickly towards the doctor.
"Yes, Doctor?"
I'm clenching my eyes tightly shut. The thought of these strangers seeing me so exposed is painful and humiliating. I try to concentrate on my breathing - in, and out. In and out. In and out...
"In your report you state clearly that the patient remained passive, and accepted her restraints without complaint."
"I did, Doctor, Yes," I hear her reply.
Heavy footsteps approach the table where I lay.
"Then can you explain the abrasions and contusions that are clearly evident at every point where the subject is restrained?"
I feel warm, masculine hands touching the raw spots on my skin where the restraints dug in while I struggled. Surprised at the contact, I inhale sharply. I feel the doctor run a warm hand down one of my arms, to my shoulder, and come to rest gently on the strap holding my neck in place. I feel him press down gently.
"I can assure you doctor, that none of that occurred while I was in the room with the patient." She responded quickly.
The weight and warmth of the doctors palm on my neck penetrated through the thick strap that held me down. I feel my skin break out in goose-bumps, and gingerly bite my lower lip while squirming slightly on the table.
"Regardless," He answered firmly, "I am pleased with how quickly and efficiently you prepared the subject."
"Thank you, doctor," she responded meekly.
"Shall we start the examination then, Nurse?" The doctor's warm hand left my body and he walked to the far side of the room.
"See to it that the interns are seated comfortably in the adjoining room, and that they can see all aspects of the examination."
"Yes doctor," she replied promptly and briskly left the room.
I gasped - The idea that strangers were watching me lie here helpless, gagged and nude was overwhelmingly shocking. Why didn't they intervene? Had they witnessed my struggles while I was alone in the room and done nothing about it? My breathing quickened, and I began to panic.
I open my eyes and am momentarily blinded by the lamp shining down in my face. I see the figure of the doctor approach me and I turn my head away. He bends over me and whispers into my ear.
"Remember why you're here. You wanted to experience this desperately."
I whimper meekly in response, and he continued.
"You're my whore, my slut, and so you'll do whatever I say. I know that your body wants this, and so do you, bitch."
He roughly slipped two fingers into my cunt as he hissed the word "bitch" into my ear, then shoved them into my mouth which was still held open by the "O" gag.
"How do you taste, slut? Taste like you want to put on a show..?" He stood up over me and blocked the light that had been blinding me.
I looked up at him with eyes full of lust, submission, awe, and a touch of fear.
"I thought so," he replied and walked to the doorway.
The overhead lights clicked off, and there I was - nude, bound, and exposed for all to see.
The show was about to start.
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