My fantasy has been on similar lines, except that I was one of the kidnapper doctors!
We waylay an unsuspecting, but very pretty young woman and take her gagged and bound to an abandoned shack in the middle of a closed factory complex.
She is strapped to the table, naked, legs apart, and gagged.
Then, one by one, the doctors do their work.
The first one checks her heartbeat with a stethoscope, blood pressure and prods her stomach.
The second one kneads her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cries out under her gag and shakes her head from side to side in pain.
The third doctor examines her crotch.
He spreads her legs wider and sticks a speculum inside her and opens up her vagina.
He then shines a torch inside and makes his observations. The rest of us nod our heads sagely.
The woman's muffled cries are ignored.
She tries to struggle and twist her body, but is held fast by the restraints.
Then it is my turn.
I bring my tray full of syringes to her face and tilt her head forward so she can see what's in store for her.
She shakes her head vigorously and objects violently, but all I can hear is her muffled cries.
I pick up the first syringe and push out the air bubbles.
Her eyes are wide and staring at me.
I wipe her upper arm with a spirit-soaked cotton and the acrid smell of the alcohol fills the air. She frowns, but I get a tingling feeling between my legs!
In a swift move, I stick the one-inch needle into her left deltoid.
The needle makes an indent in her supple skin for a nano-second before disappearing into her muscle.
She lets out a short high-pitched scream, muffled by her gag.
I push the plunger in, slowly but steadily.
She screws her eyes tightly in pain.
I pull the needle out swiftly and she gasps. I massage the injection site. She moans.
The second syringe is bigger and there's a thick 2 inch old-style steel needle mounted on it.
I push the plunger and a thin stream of medicine flies out.
The woman shakes her head again and again and utters cries which I interpret as her not wanting the injection.
One of the other doctors helps to lift up her hip.
She twists her head back trying to see what I am doing.
In the upper outer part of her buttock, i stab the needle in.
Again the familiar indent - this time for a second or more, because of the thickness of the needle.
She screams again.
The needle breaks her skin and forges into her pert round buttock.
Her muffled screams get louder.
I start to push the plunger in.
It takes time - there's nearly 4 cc of thick medicine.
She cries louder as the medicine forces its way into her muscle.
Nearly two minutes later, all the medicine has been injected.
I pull out the needle slowly.
The needle pulls up her skin as it comes out.
She gasps as the bevel comes out.
I place the cotton on the injection site and massage it.
She moans in pain.
Two more injections follow - one each in her right arm and right buttock.
She is now sweating and her face is wet with tears.
The other doctors motion to me to stop.
I tell them that there are two more injections - that have to be given in her thighs.
They tell me to hold them for the next round.
And they start to work again...one by one...