By Knox Lady

Part One [/b]

It was time for my annual pelvic and Pap smear, not necessarily a "fun" experience but a good excuse to be off work. The nurse had helped me up into the stirrups with my ass positioned at the end of the gyno table, paper drape for modesty's sake and hospital gown covering my breasts lightly but opening in front to make me available for breast examination. The doctor was running a bit late… so I began to fidget a bit while in this compromising position. Lying on my back with my legs spread and very personal items open and exposed, I glanced over to the counter and saw several speculums, latex gloves and a tube of lubricant laid out … my mind wandered a bit and I even started to doze off with a nice little fantasy…But then suddenly the door opened and my doctor came in, followed by his obligatory nurse companion, Helen, to ensure nothing untoward would take place….

I was somewhat embarrassed because I realized my fantasies had caused a rather copious fluid leak from my vagina and I'm sure the fluid was pooling on the paper underneath my positioned bottom… but I really wasn't in a position to do anything about it and modesty just wasn't on the agenda at this point. After all, he was a medical professional and would understand.

My doctor sat down on a swivel stool and positioned himself between my legs and prepared for my exam.

"And how have things been, Karen?" he asked as I heard him snapping on his latex gloves and then the erotic clink of metal speculums as he prepared to examine me.

"Any problems, irregular periods, cramping, discharge?"

"Everything seems to be okay," I answered, looking up at the ceiling and counting the tiles as he began to lubricate my vaginal opening .. again noting the metal clink of a speculum…

"Although, I have noticed that my sexual responses have …. Not been quite normal," I added somewhat hesitantly. I had almost decided not to bring this up… it wasn't a huge problem yet but had begun to concern me.

"Pain during intercourse – no sex drive?" he asked as his gloved fingers spread lubricant into my vagina.

"I just have a much harder time responding…. I don't seem as sensitive as I used to be," I replied somewhat self-consciously. "I've been under a lot of stress… been very tired lately. Things just seem… different." I continued counting the ceiling tiles and felt somewhat embarrassed about bringing my problem up… but he was my doctor after all.

"Just relax… this may be a bit cold at first." He slid the ends of the metal speculum into my lubricated vagina and I flinched just slightly at the insertion.

"Does that hurt?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"Just a little," I replied, breathing a bit deeper and trying to relax.

"We'll wait a minute then while you get used to the feeling…. Just try to breathe normally, we'll take it slow. Tell me about the problems you've been having with sensation."

I felt the speculum resting inside of me and appreciated my doctor's patience and concern about my reaction. I was able to relate my recent problems to him as I felt the metal instrument warm up inside of me – just little problems with orgasms and just not being as responsive as I had been before with a partner or even when masturbating. He listened while I related my condition to him.

"Well, I'm glad you told me about this," he said as he began to move the speculum in and out of my vagina slowly. "It's probably nothing serious – could be depression, stress – but hopefully not something more serious. Now, relax…. I'm going to start the exam and this might be a little uncomfortable at first."

I flinched as he seated the speculum inside of me and began to open it. He proceeded to swab my cervix for the Pap exam and then rolled his stool back a bit and turned to his nurse.

"Helen, would you check on Mrs. Johnson in exam room B…. we're running late and you can just go ahead and prep her to save time."

"Certainly, Doctor." Nurse Helen responded as she left the room.

He went back to my exam and spoke in soft, reassuring tones. "Now… just try and relax."

I was very surprised when he gently began to rub his gloved thumb over my clitoris …. My back arched at this unexpected stimulation, and I felt my vaginal muscles clutch the instrument inside me, my clit, urethra and vagina open to his view.

He continued to massage my swollen clitoris as I relaxed more and was able to tolerate and appreciate the instrument inside of me.

"Very good… you're almost there," the doctor murmured as he continued the therapeutic massage and expansion.

I felt the speculum widen more, exposing me totally. His gloved thumb was still massaging my clit and again my back arched.

He stood up, his thumb still on me but then his technique changed… he began to pump my clit between his thumb and fingers like it was a little cock, while another finger began to rub and massage my urethral opening…something I had never felt before.

I closed my eyes and forgot about the ceiling tiles. I was totally exposed and open to his fingers. I could feel the pleasure building … but something was holding me back.

"How have your breasts been feeling? Sore, any lumps on self examination… any discharge?" he asked as he spread my gown open with his free hand while still rubbing my clit and pee hole.

"No lumps," I managed to gasp as he began to rub and massage my right breast somewhat roughly.

"I know this seems intense," he explained as he grasped my breast in his fist and then began to tweak the nipple between his thumb forefingers. "But I have to make sure there aren't any problems here."

With the clitoral/urethral massage added to the nipple and breast therapy, my back was arching off the table. I was very self-conscious… embarrassed at my sexual response to my doctor's exam…and frustrated at the same time.

"Is this pleasurable for my patient ?" the doctor asked in a soft tone.

"Yes… very much so," I answered. I moaned softly as he continued his treatment.

There was silence for a moment as he continued to stroke my clit and massage my breasts.

I felt him lean down next to my ear and whisper. "Then why aren't you cumming for me?" He asked.

I almost started crying…. I didn't have an answer for that question – all things being equal, an orgasm would be the correct response. I obviously was having some kind of medical problem and it was apparent to both of us.

"I…. I'm not sure… that's the problem I've been having lately, I just can't … orgasm," I answered shyly. I wanted to cum… and he certainly was providing the correct stimulation… but something was wrong.

At this point there was a knock on the door – the doctor stopped his clitoral and breast massage and said "Come in."

Nurse Helen stuck her head in the door and said Mrs. Johnson was prepped and ready for him.

"I'll be there in just a minute," he replied.

I felt disappointed that he wasn't going to be able to spend more time with me.

As I lay there on the gyno table, he slid the speculum out, gave a few more strokes to my clitoris and then stripped his gloves off and began washing his hands.

"Karen," his tone was one of great concern.

"Yes, doctor," I answered with equal concern.

"I don't want to alarm you… but things may be more serious than I thought."

My mind raced to cervical cancer, major diseases and other unpleasant things.

"So… what comes next ?" I asked.

"It's probably nothing," he continued as he washed up and turned to face me. "But I need to see you again as soon as possible to perform more tests. I'll be honest, the tests are intense – we need to check you vaginally, anally… it could be a problem with the urethral sensitivity and/or bladder. Depending on what those tests show, I may need a consult with some of my colleagues."

I thought about this for a minute and tried not to panic.

"Okay," I answered. "How soon can you perform the tests?"

"Normally I'd refer you to the outpatient clinic but that would take a week or so before you could get in….. this is more serious … and I'd like you to come in later today… after hours when I can get the tests done myself and then we'll know the results right away. If a consult is needed, we should be able to get that done in the next day or so."

At this point I was very nervous, worried about what the problem could be.

"I have to work until 6:00," I replied… "Is that too late?"

"No, that's fine… I'll be free and back from rounds by then," he answered, drying off his hands and taking out his prescription pad. "The clinic is technically closed at that time… you'll need to meet me at the back entrance." He handed me a slip of paper with a map drawn on it that showed the back entrance to the clinic and the parking lot code I would need to get in after hours.

"We'll have full use of the medical equipment and facilities… I don't want you to worry… I'll take very good care of you and together we'll work through this problem."

My doctor grasped my hand as I clutched the paper and tried not to be too concerned. I trusted him… I knew he would take good care of his patient later tonight.

After he left the room I got up off the table, tried to clean myself as best I could from the natural and "medical" lubricants, got dressed and went to check out with the receptionist. As I was walking down the hallway, my doctor was just entering an exam room – he saw me and stopped me briefly with a hand on my shoulder.

Whispering in my ear he said, "It will be okay… I promise…"

I glanced shyly at him as I passed on by. I was reassured… but still very worried. Hopefully, I'd know more after my exam later tonight…. It was going to be a long day.

Part Two [/b]

Karen drove to the doctor's parking lot of the hospital, stopped at the gate and punched in the code that her Doctor had given her. She was very nervous, very worried about her prognosis and the tests and treatments he had indicated she would need.

The Doctor met her at the back door of the clinic and ushered her into his office.

He looked across his desk at her with a reassuring smile.

"I know you're nervous, but I'm very confident I can help you and that you will recover… with the proper treatment."

Karen smiled and looked down at her hands.

"I trust you, Doctor, and I'm putting myself in your care. Whatever you need to do, let's do it."

The Doctor stood up and led her out of his office and down the hall.

"The first thing we need to do is have you disrobe… if you have on stockings you can leave them on… and shoes." He glanced down briefly at Karen's black hi-heels. He left her in an examining room to disrobe while he went to prepare her first test. Karen slipped off her skirt, blouse, bra and underpants. She sat on the edge of the examining table self-consciously in her garter belt, stockings and shoes, waiting for the Doctor to return.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door and the Doctor entered.

"Well, if you're ready, then the first thing we need is a urine sample," he said as he led her out of the room and down the clinic hallway. He guided her into a bathroom, motioned her over to the toilet and reached in his lab coat pocket for a plastic cup.

"I know it seems embarrassing but this is the best way for me to get a sample," the Doctor said as he motioned to the toilet. "If you can just position yourself over the bowl, use the handicap bars to lower yourself…."

Karen followed his instructions and lowered herself over the toilet bowl with her legs spread.

"Now, just let me spread you open and position the cup…"

Her Doctor spread her labia wide open with one hand as she squatted and he held the cup underneath her to catch her urine.

"Just relax… and give me some pee in the cup," he said as he spread her wider.

Karen relaxed, pressed down and sent a stream of urine into the toilet bowl as the Doctor caught the stream with the cup. She reacted with some dismay when there was some splashing onto her inner thighs and stockings as her urine splattered out from the cup.

"Sorry bout that," the Doctor said apologetically. At the same time one of his fingers began to massage her clit as she continued to piss….

"No problem," she said weakly as she kept pissing while the Doctor's finger rubbed her clit.

There was a moment of strained silence as the Doctor continued to hold the cup under her stream of urine.

"Oh…" he said suddenly. "Cup's full… next step."

The Doctor wiped Karen with toilet paper to dry her off and then led her to the hydrotherapy room of the clinic where there were several large stainless steel tubs in the middle of the room.

"I always find it helpful to have my patients take therapeutic enemas before an intensive testing session." The Doctor informed her as he helped her step into one of the tubs. We may or may not do any anal treatments this time. But just in case."

"Just get on your hands and knees if you will," continued the Doctor. "I'll be right back."

Karen did as she was instructed. In a few minutes she heard the Doctor come back in the room.

"Now, once again, just try to relax…. I'm going to insert the nozzle of the enema into your anus."

Karen gasped as she felt something probing at her ass… and then suddenly slide in… and then an odd sensation as the fluid began to empty into her body from a large bag that the Doctor hung from a hook above the tub. As the enema filled her and as they waited for the solution to work, the Doctor sat next to her and asked her questions about her sexual history as he wrote in her chart. How many partners? Types of sexual activity – vaginal, oral, anal? Ease of orgasms, etc.

He encouraged her to masturbate and try and cum while holding the enema…. But she was too embarrassed and self-conscious, even when the Doctor offered to try and stimulate her himself.

When Karen began to feel the effects of the enema, the doctor led her back to the toilet and left her alone for a while. She emptied herself of the solution and then went back to the examining room to begin the tests and procedures.

The first phase of the exam consisted of a more thorough pelvic examination – a larger speculum than earlier in the day, more detailed and prolonged internal palpation of vagina and anus. At one point Karen realized she really needed to pee…

"Well, I don't want you walking around right now," replied the Doctor. "I'm going to put a catheter in because this exam is going to take some time and it will just make things easier on you."

As the Doctor began to slide the catheter into her urethra, Karen was overcome with erotic and sexual sensations. She was horrified when she actually had an orgasm as the Doctor moved the catheter into her pee hole.

"Ah…. This is interesting," commented the Doctor. He moved the catheter in and out slowly, judging her response. Without thinking, Karen reached down and began massaging her clit as the Doctor moved the catheter in and out of her urethra.

"Keep doing that," he instructed as he held her open wider and reached for a larger size catheter. Karen cried out as the Doctor began to probe and insert the larger device, stimulating and stretching her virginal urethral opening. She had to piss so badly…

"Please, I have to go to the bathroom NOW," she pleaded.

"No, wait just a second while I slip this in," the Doctor responded.

Karen felt a fullness and warmth as the doctor slid the larger catheter into her bladder. She felt the heat of her own urine as the doctor strapped a urine bag to her leg and the catheter slowly drained her piss and began filling the bag. She wondered if she looked at all sexy lying there with her garter belt and stocking'd legs, with a bag of urine strapped to one of them and her heels digging into stirrups on a gyno table.

"By the way," began the Doctor, "I have arranged for a few consults on your case. If you don't have any problems with it, I just need to make a phone call and let the other doctors know you're ready for evaluation."

"Ah…. If you think we need that," said Karen, uncertain and a bit intimidated at the thought of other doctors seeing her this way.

"Karen," began the Doctor, "This is a serious condition and if you're going to get better, then we need the consults."

Karen thought about it for a moment.

"Okay… I trust your judgment. Make the call."

The Doctor smiled at his patient and then picked up the phone on the wall and dialed a number.

Karen turned her head and tried not to eavesdrop.

"Can you page Drs. Jove, Smithson, Taylor, Norton, Dr. Wright… and oh yes, Dr. Anderson. Oh, I see. Well, if Dr. Norton is in surgery… I'll just have to consult with him another time. Yes, just tell them to meet me at the clinic as we discussed earlier. Thanks."

The Doctor hung up the phone and turned to his patient.

"Alright. They should be here in about 10 minutes. Now, when they get here, I'm going to ask you to do something in order to help them evaluate you. And then they are going to examine you too. I just want you to know what is going to happen. Oh, one of them is a psychiatrist… he will just talk to you … he just wants to help you relax and determine your mental condition."

Karen lay on the table and looked at the ceiling while the Doctor made notes in her chart. Ten minutes seemed like ten hours.

Finally, a buzzer sounded.

"Ah, that must be them," said the Doctor as he left the room to let the other doctors in.

After a few minutes, Karen heard voices coming closer. There was a soft knock at the door of the examining room and the Doctor and guests entered the room. Karen smiled and waved, feeling a bit silly, as she lay on the gyno table, thinking the scenario a bit absurd but arousing in a strange way as the Doctor introduced everyone.

"Doctors, this is my patient, Karen. She is showing severe and inhibited sexual response. Although we would expect sexual response to diminish with age, she is in her sexual prime and should not be experiencing these types of symptoms. I've called each of you in to help determine and set a plan of ongoing treatment. She and I have discussed that this will take time – but with the proper care and therapy, I believe we can affect a cure."

"And the patient is catheterized and ready for treatment modalities?" asked Dr. Wright.

"Yes, she's been prepped."

"Does the patient display or has she confided any … unusual, perverted proclivities, sexually speaking, that we should be aware of?" asked Dr. Anderson as he chewed on the end of a Mont Blanc pen and ran his eyes down her exposed body. Karen immediately suspected this was the psychiatrist.

"My suspicion is that the patient has deep desires that she has not explored that are beginning to surface and are inhibiting her sexual response," answered the Doctor, looking at Dr. Anderson uncomfortably.

"And you wish me to … unearth those unexplored desires?" asked Dr. Anderson expectantly.

"If you feel it is appropriate … this early in the treatment process," replied the Doctor hesitantly.

"Then I recommend the first step in diagnosis be that she demonstrate her sexual capabilities at this time… I need to see her masturbate. And I also recommend restraints – these tests and activities are intense and I find my patients feel more secure when restrained and not worried about falling off the table during procedures," responded Dr. Anderson. "And then it is also helpful to provide… extra stimulation, excitation of erogenous areas… "

"I take it you mean clamps," asked the Doctor with raised eyebrows.

"I prefer to call them psycho-sexual stimulators," replied Dr. Anderson. "Actually, I really prefer electro-stimulators, particularly to the nipples and labia, but since we haven't all agreed on that approach yet…"

"A bit too intense for the first-time patient, Anderson," interrupted Dr. Wright, moving over to Karen and taking a strip of rubber out of his lab coat pocket. "Karen, very pleased to meet you. Now, if you'd kindly raise your arms above your head…"

"Not so fast," interrupted Dr. Anderson. "I still need to see her masturbate before I begin my evaluation."

Karen felt very embarrassed but she was finally encouraged to reach down between her spread legs and began to massage her clit. She had to close her eyes because she knew all the men were watching her touch herself. Her hips finally started to rise in response to her own touch… but it was still very difficult.

"Would it help if we held you down so you wouldn't have to worry about moving too much and falling off the table?" asked Dr. Wright.

"Yes…. Yes, that would help." She replied.

Karen felt hands pressing down against her hips and shoulders, holding her down onto the table while she manipulated her hard clit, her legs still in the stirrups…. every now and then she could feel the catheter if she went too deep with her fingers, but each time she touched it, the catheter sent a sexual thrill through her body.

One of the doctors noticed this response and began to slowly fuck her with the catheter as she rubbed her clit for them. Her response began to build and they held her down harder as her body responded to her own fingers and the sensation of being fucked in the urethra. Eventually the sexual tension built, she began to buck against her own probing fingers and the sensations of the catheter. With the men holding her down, she brought herself to orgasm, finally…. But it was with great difficulty and left her still aroused and unsatisfied. She wanted so much more.

"I've seen what I need to see." Said Dr. Anderson matter-of-factly. "Restrain her totally… she must feel secure and have something to push against. Ankles to stirrups, hands above head to wall connection… clamps, definitely and…"

"Wait, wait…" interjected her Doctor. This is her first time… slow down. No blindfolds, sensory depravation, electro stimulation….. just consultations this time. But I agree with the restraints… they will make her feel secure."

Dr. Anderson smiled wryly at the Doctor and then looked over at Karen thoughtfully.

"Such a pity," he murmured as he sat down across the room in a chair and began writing notes in her chart.

As the doctors were tying her down with rubber tourniquets and preparing her for her exam, the Doctor explained what they were doing.

"It's just a precaution…. The restraints help you feel secure, like you won't fall off the table, and you can strain against them and … research just tells us that patients need to feel safe and secure under these circumstances. Any time you want us to stop, just say "Red" and we'll stop. But trust me… trust us. Let us help you with your problem."

"I trust you," said Karen as she looked at her Doctor. "Do whatever you feel is necessary to help me."

The doctors finished preparing her and then Dr. Anderson checked over their efforts to make sure they were "up to his standards."

"Pity about the clamps though," Anderson added as he ran his hand over her bare torso.

Karen lay on the gyno table, her legs and arms restrained, naked except for garter belt, stockings and 4-inch heeled "come-fuck-me-pumps" strapped down into the metal stirrups, her arms tied at the wrists over her head and hooked onto a clamp on the head end of the table.

The Doctor approached her and leaned down, speaking in a soothing voice.

"Now I want you to relax, don't be afraid – we're only here to help you. As we perform procedures on you, Dr. Anderson, who is a very well respected psychiatrist, ah, well, at least in these particular matters, he is going to give you a verbal test to judge your responses. Just answer his questions honestly and as best you can… and just trust us, let go and allow your body and mind to respond to the treatment."

Karen closed her eyes and tried to relax. She felt self-conscious, yet aroused, being so exposed in front of all these men, even if they were medical professionals. She was very aware of the catheter and the warmth of the bag strapped to her leg as her bladder continued to drain into it.

"Dr. Wright," said her attending physician, "would you do the first consult, please?"

"Certainly," replied Dr. Wright, a cardiologist from University Hospital.

Karen felt the man position himself between her spread and restrained legs, felt him slide his cock into her open and already wet pussy, his hands holding onto her waist as he began to push his penis in and out of her body. She was rather amazed that he had become so hard without any preliminary attentions…. But it was actually rather nice that he was this aroused ….

"So this is the examination procedure," she thought as she felt his ample penis slide in and out of her tight vagina.

Dr. Anderson sat next to her, up close to her head, and began talking to her quietly while taking notes in her chart. Karen laughed to herself at the image, a strange Freudian scene with the couch being a gyno table and the psychiatrist seated and whispering into her ear. At first, she did not feel much sexually…. It was somewhat arousing to have a cock inside of her, being watched by a group of men, and especially her Doctor, not to mention the dark, obviously twisted Dr. Anderson… but still, she didn't respond as much sexually as she would have expected.

She heard Anderson murmuring in her ear with a surprisingly soothing voice, telling her to relax, feel the sensation of a man's cock fucking her, pushing in and out of her vagina and rubbing against her clitoris, to take pleasure in the thought that this man's cock was hard because he just looked at her when he walked into a room, wanted to fuck her, take pleasure in her and give her pleasure.

"You are making his cock hard," whispered Dr. Anderson. "This man wants to take you, wants to make you feel good – think of the power you have right now. There's a man made hard by just looking at you lying there. He's actually placing a part of his body in your body, and he wants to loose control of himself because he's inside of you and he wants to do all kinds of sexual things to you. As his pleasure builds, he wants us all to go away and keep you for his own pleasure, to own you…. You are of primary importance to this man right now, his cock in you, how it makes him feel, how it makes you feel. As he pushes himself in and out of your body, he is building intense pleasure. Connect with what is going on in his mind as he fucks you. There is nothing else for him right now but your cunt and what is happening to him and to you as he fucks you."

As an aside, Anderson whispered, "and he's a cardiologist for God's sake… do you think he's here to treat your heart? No, my little lady, he's only here to treat the sweet meat between your legs… and if he gets lucky, the sweat meat between your lips."

Karen tried to feel arousal. She looked up at the man who was fucking her and saw his pleasure. His penis felt good as it pumped inside of her, the power, the possibility of pleasure… it all felt good. He was trying hard to give her pleasure along with his. But something was holding her back. She felt frustrated… distressed. She almost wanted to cry. "What is wrong with me?" she thought as she tried to concentrate on what was happening to her.

Dr. Anderson smiled as he noticed her distress and lack of response. Karen looked over and saw him write in her chart, "diminished sexual response with standard human male penile penetration. Further emotional and physical stimulation indicated."

He began to talk softly to her in a hypnotic manner.

"Karen, listen to my voice. I know what you need. Let me be your da—your doctor. Listen to my voice."

Anderson began to caress her forehead, run his fingers through her hair. He kissed her cheek and began to whisper in her ear.

"Close your eyes," he began. "Concentrate on the sensations in your vagina. I want you to relax and pretend that the penis that is pumping in and out of your body is a dog penis… a large dog penis that is stretching you, pumping into you hard, steady… you feel a swollen bulb at the end of the dog cock pushing into you. Relax, let the knot slide in…. imagine that a dog is fucking you, his knot is inside of you now, you can't get away, you're tied together, all you can do is let the animal pound himself into you until he sexually relieves himself….you're safe, I'll protect you. But I'm going to let this dog fuck you until he's finished with you and you can't stop it. You can't deny the fact that this is what you really want, this is what you really need. Karen, you're going to cum with a dog cock inside of you … and you're going to love it."

Karen closed her eyes and imagined a dog fucking her, fucking her wildly and out of control. She began crying out as she came over and over, imagining what it would be like to be at the mercy of an animal like that…. A Great Dane, his huge, red and slimy cock pumping into her hot pussy, the knot stretching her wide and sliding into her, the sensation of having a cock locked in her pussy, not being able to get away while the animal fucked her, fucked her hard, making her cum over and over again until finally she felt the hot dog cum spurt inside of her and the knot subside…

And then she thought of the other doctors watching her become so excited by being dog fucked. As Dr. Wright shot his cum deep inside of her, she was embarrassed that she had cum so hard pretending it was a dog cock…. She felt ashamed and wondered what they must think of her.

As if reading her mind, Dr. Anderson said "That's a good gir-- good patient, you went through that test very well. We're just trying to find out ways to help you be responsive. We want to help you in any way we can."

And then he leaned down closer and whispered so no one else could hear, "Karen, you were a good little girl for me, I like girls who cum on dog cocks…. I want to help you do that … and more."

Karen felt herself falling into Anderson's soothing voice……but then she shook herself back to the reality. She smiled shyly at Dr. Wright as he withdrew his penis from her.

"Thank you for letting me pleasure myself with your body," said Dr. Wright. "It's okay to pretend like you did with me… the thought of you being fucked by a dog… was intense, even if it was my cock. But you came on my cock… and I came in your cunt. That's all that matters."

The other doctors began their consultations on her, slipping their cocks into her body as she lay restrained on the gyno table. As each doctor treated her, Dr. Anderson took her mentally through a different scenario to judge her responsiveness – a donkey, a snake, butch and feminine women… even a large lizard with a cock like a catheter that was placed on her pelvis mound and fucked her pee hole while she was a slave, held captive to sexually entertain and satisfy dozens of men.

Anderson was quite creative. He noted her different sexual responses to each scenario and said he would use this information in devising a specific and personal treatment plan for her. Occasionally he would whisper again to her and tell her things she felt he didn't want the others to hear. He frightened her in a way, but also intrigued her.

Karen wondered if Dr. Anderson was going to consult with her too and shyly asked him if that was part of her treatment.

"We'll save that for a later time," he said as he smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair. "The pretty patient isn't ready for that kind of intensity yet. Your attending physician will have to prescribe that therapy when the time comes."

"Or," he whispered quietly, "The little lady will have to consult with me privately."

Dr. Anderson smiled and nodded briefly to the Doctor. As he stood and moved his chair away from her, Karen noticed a very large bulge in Anderson's crotch and wondered what it would be like to be fucked physically, but more importantly, mentally by him.

"Shit," she thought to herself. "If he thinks this wasn't intense, what the hell else can he come up with?"

But now it was time for the Doctor to treat her. She had enjoyed the other doctors' treatments, but this felt different…. She had looked forward to his treatment all day long.

"Let's give your arms and hands a rest," the Doctor said as he undid the restraints from her wrists and massaged her hands and arms for a moment to restore circulation. After a few minutes, he laid her arms down at her sides and moved to the end of the gyno table.

Karen smiled as the Doctor positioned himself between her legs. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him begin to rub and stimulate her erect clit between his fingers. She waited for him to slide his penis into her…. But then he stopped briefly and she heard the snap of a surgical glove. She could have sworn she heard Dr. Anderson moan with pleasure at the sound.

The Doctor resumed rubbing her clit with one hand … and then began to slowly insert the gloved fingers of his other hand into her pussy.

Two fingers felt good… but she was so lubricated with all the cum that had been shot into her.

"More," she gasped hoarsely and felt him insert a third finger.

"More," she cried again.

The Doctor slid in a fourth finger.

"More?" He asked.

"Oh yes… much more!" she begged. Karen tried to relax as she felt him slide his thumb into her pussy and began to feel him press his entire fist into her.

"Karen, reach down and rub your clit," the Doctor told her. "I want you to make yourself cum while I fist you." He placed his free hand on her right breast and began to pinch the nipple between his fingers roughly.

Karen began massaging her wet hard clit as she felt her Doctor press harder and harder with his fist into her body. As he grasped her breast with his left hand, he pushed his right hand into her slowly. She felt herself stretching around his hand…. Felt him sliding in deeper and deeper, stretching her apart … so very wide….

She cried out in intense pleasure as she reached down and realized the Doctor's fist was all the way inside of her body… she could feel his arm sliding up into her, could feel her pussy clutching at him as she went back to masturbating herself on his hand.

Dr. Anderson looked up briefly from his chart, reading her mind again.

"Don't worry, just let go… there's no one here but us. No one else will hear you. I'd rather like to hear you scream a bit myself…"

Karen began to cry out – scream in pleasure, bringing herself to orgasm as the Doctor moved his hand deeply into her well-lubricated pussy. She gasped when she felt him begin to massage her cervix with his fingers.

As he began to move slowly in and out, she reached down again and her fingers felt her pussy lips sucking greedily around his forearm. She moved her fingers back to her throbbing clit… rubbed slowly and erotically as she writhed her impaled body on the Doctor's fist and arm. She held her breath as the orgasm began to build and then finally….

Karen screamed again in absolute maddening pleasure as she began to cum over and over on the Doctor's fist…. Intense waves of physical release washing her into near unconsciousness as she continued to cry out, her vaginal walls releasing thick, sticky juices onto the Doctor's hand, wrist, forearm….

As she continued to cum, again she felt the Doctor massaging her cervix with his fingers. As the convulsions of her vagina began to slow, she felt him slowly begin to pull his hand out of her body… she involuntarily clutched at him to keep him inside of her…. But he slid slowly and gently out of her, his hand full of the results of her deep orgasm. Karen lay totally exhausted, totally satisfied… but still wanting more. She opened her eyes and looked over at the other doctors. She couldn't help but notice one of them was discretely massaging his cock and there was a wet spot on his pants.

"Just lay back, relax," said the Doctor in a soothing voice. "I'm going to give you an injection and then we'll start to clean the Patient up and see how's she's doing."

Karen closed her eyes, moaned softly with relief as her Doctor finally slid his penis into her wet throbbing pussy and began thrusting it in and out. She was so relaxed she didn't think she could cum again… but then she felt a gentle orgasm as the Doctor's penis began to spasm and pump sperm into her body. She imagined what that must look like, milky white fluid shooting out of that sensitive little opening in his cock, coating her pink wet cervix with his cum and mingling with all of the other cum already inside of her. When he was finished, he kept his penis deep inside her and up against her cervix, where he let it rest for a moment.

Through the haze of sexual release, Karen heard him saying, "I'm going to give you a special douche treatment now to begin the cleansing process. Just relax…. This will feel a bit warm."

The Doctor pressed his pelvis into his patient as he reached up and began to roughly massage her breasts and draw her body closer into him. She felt a strange sensation as hot liquid began spraying against her sensitive cervix, her pussy filling with a fluid that began leaking out of her vagina and onto the thick towel he had placed beneath her earlier. At first she thought the catheter had become dislodged and she had lost control of her bladder. She tried to pull away, embarrassed at her lack of constraint. But then she suddenly realized the Doctor was actually urinating inside of her, and she began to cum, cum hard, as he rinsed all of the sperm and cum juices out of her body with the force of his piss.

The Doctor reached down with one hand and held himself inside of her as he continued to send a strong, steady stream of his hot pee into her body. With his other hand he pinched and pulled roughly on her clit, bringing her to another deep orgasm as he completed his special douching procedure. The muscles of her vagina clinched and released, spurting cum and urine onto the towel beneath her as her swollen clit pulsed with pleasure and her urethra involuntarily clutched and convulsed around the catheter. As she turned her head and looked at the other men in the examining room, it excited her even more to have them watching the Doctor give her a urine douche. Dr. Anderson in particular seemed to enjoy this activity.

"God, this feels so good," Karen moaned as the Doctor sent his last spurts of piss into her body. So hot… sensual… she didn't want it to stop. She imagined feeling his piss on her everywhere… her clit, dripping off of her hard nipples, her throat, her lips….

"The patient is responding quite well to this procedure," the Doctor commented as he withdrew his penis. He slipped the soaked towel from under her ass and replaced it with a dry one.

"I think the patient needs more of the special douching procedure…. Can we get some assistance, doctors?"

Each of the doctors took their turn pissing into her pussy, except, of course, Dr. Anderson, who continued to make notes in her chart. Her Doctor, the attending physician, positioned himself at the head of the gyno table so that she could greedily clean and nurse on his cock, which was coated with all of the mingled sperm, his urine and her own juices, as the other men continued to douche her with their hot, spraying pee, one by one placing their cocks into her body, using her cunt as a urinal. As she continued to orgasm from their procedures, the Doctor's cock grew harder and harder in her mouth. He held her head tightly and began pressing his penis deep into her wet mouth.

"Now it's time to give you a final dose of the special medicine."

He pumped his cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with the head of his cock. Karen tasted his pre-cum and then suddenly felt her mouth fill with his thick, warm and sticky sperm. She hungrily swallowed each large spurt.

"That's right… take it all, take your special medicine." He said softly as he emptied his fluid into her sucking mouth. She came one more time as she sucked his cock dry, sticking her tongue into the little hole at the tip of his penis to lap up all of his juices. The Doctor gently ran his fingers through her hair as she softly nursed him, probing him gently with her tongue and running her fingers teasingly over his scrotum.

"Oh, such a good patient," the Doctor said as he looked down and watched her lips suck wetly around his cock. "We might have to try douching your mouth too… someday."

Then the Doctor glanced at the full bag strapped against her leg, the yellow-colored fluid a nice contrast against her black nylons.

"I think it's time to remove your catheter…. But we need to douche your bladder with your own special fluid."

Karen gave one last kiss to her Doctor's cock and laid back as he positioned his cock back in his scrubs and moved towards the end of the table. He undid the bag full of her urine from her leg and smiled as he lifted it up. She felt a strange sensation as her piss began flowing back into her excited and sensitive bladder. As the fluid began to fill her, she felt a strong urge to void.

"My bladder feels so full…" she moaned with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

"And I imagine you'd really like to piss right now, wouldn't you?" the Doctor said innocently as he continued to back-drain the bag into her bursting bladder. Karen heard the other doctors laugh quietly (and Dr. Anderson laugh a bit loudly) as her Doctor began rubbing her pelvic mound, pressing on the bloated organ from the outside.

Karen looked around the room pleadingly at the other doctors for some support, but they were just smiling, watching her.

"Yes, please, please, I need to go to the bathroom so bad." She cried as the Doctor continued his new treatment.

"I'm sure you do," the Doctor continued. "How badly do you want to go? I'm not sure I'm convinced you're really ready to pee yet."

"Please… I really am ready to piss… I NEED to pee NOW! Please!" Karen pleaded, as she writhed under the sensation of her expanding bladder.

"And what would you be willing to do for me if I let you pee," the Doctor said calmly.

Karen lay on the table, open, restrained and vulnerable, feeling her bladder growing fuller and fuller by the second. It was becoming unbearable.

"Anything, I'll do whatever you want." She said.

"Anything?" He asked slyly. "Anything I want?"

"Yes, please," Karen pleaded. "I'll do anything you want – I'll let you do anything you want. Just let me pee, please, please, Doctor."

"Doctors, we'll have to make a note of this for future treatments," her Doctor said as he turned briefly to the other men in the room

"We'll definitely note this in the patient's chart," Dr. Anderson said with a smile. "In case she becomes difficult in future sessions, of course."

The Doctor smiled, lowered the bag, and the pressure in her bladder began to recede somewhat as her urine drained back out into the bag. But while her bladder was still quite full, the Doctor quickly removed the catheter. Two of the other doctors helped her sit up while another retrieved a stainless steel bedpan from another exam room and placed it in the middle of the floor.

"Would you like to relieve yourself now?" asked Dr. Anderson pleasantly.

"Oh, yes, please," replied Karen. The doctors helped her down off of the gyno table and over to the bedpan, and she caught a brief glimpse of a run in one of her stockings. "A small … very small price to pay," she thought as the men helped her position herself over the bedpan.

The men stood in a circle around her while Karen balanced on her black hi-heels and squatted over the bedpan, letting loose a stream of piss from her shaved pussy. They watched her as she peed and emptied her bursting bladder, gasping with relief and a mix of pain and pleasure as the hot stream of piss traveled through her stimulated pee hole, giving her a slight burning sensation as the liquid splattered into the metal pan. She held her pussy lips open wide and masturbated her clit as she peed, her stocking'd legs spread wide, a dislodged garter hanging loose and dipping occasionally into the piss. The feeling of relief was incredible.

When Karen had finished, the men helped her up and led her to the hydrotherapy room. She got down on her hands and knees in one of the tubs, and waited for the final cleansing procedure. Dr. Wright inserted a nozzle into her vagina that allowed a large red enema bag filled with a sterile solution to douche and cleanse her. After one more bag for good measure, they helped her shower, dress and arranged to drive her home and deliver her car. At this point she was in no condition to drive, although quite content and happy.

Her Doctor thanked his colleagues for their consultations.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your assistance. I hope you will all continue to be a part of the ongoing treatment plan for this patient. The prognosis is guarded… but with further treatment I have no doubt a full recovery is possible."

Dr. Anderson smiled a wicked smile. "But this could take a long, long time…and she's like an iceberg, I've only touched the surface… "

Later, as the Doctor tucked his patient into bed, he could have sworn he heard her purring. She was a good patient… good prognosis. Now, if he could only keep Anderson in check….