Drilled by the Doctor: A Medical Humiliating Exhibitionist First Time Menage
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Authors: Kinsey Grey
Kinsey Grey, May 2015
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All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older and who are not blood related.
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What’s Inside
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Straker pulled his finger out. He held it high for everyone to see. It glistened wet and shiny under the buzz of the fluorescent ceiling lights.
“This is the kind of lubrication you only get from an eighteen-year-old.”
He held his finger out to O’Malley—the slavering dog.
“Give a smell,” Straker said.
O’Malley took a big whiff and jerked the bulge in his pants.
“Everyone, gather round, take a whiff of Private Smith’s pussy,” Straker said.
Even as my mouth and throat worked his cock, my mind was horrified at my squad mates sniffing my pussy juice. The slick lubrication was never meant to be sniffed at, peered at, examined like a laboratory rat.
It was humiliating. I still had to finish basic training with these people. I was never going to hear the end of it. Every fucking minute filled with their derision and ridicule.
I gagged and then fought to regain my breath. I had to focus on keeping my throat open and accepting or the gag spasms hit. It wasn’t so different from bonging a beer. You relaxed and opened your throat and waited to be filled up.
With a wet slurp, Straker pulled all the way out. He dragged his cock over my nose, between my eyes. He tapped my forehead with it.
THWAP. THWAP.
He was so thick. Like a fucking meat log.
He reached into his open satchel on the bunk and pulled out a silver, cylindrical device.
Oh fuck.
A speculum.
What was that for?
I mean, I knew what it was for. But I didn’t know what it was doing here.
“Let’s take a closer look at Private Smith’s vagina," Straker said. "We’ll forgo the unnecessary lubrication.”
He held the shiny silver device up to me.
“It’ll be a little cold at first. Just relax and you’ll get through it.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond. To give him permission. He didn’t give a fuck what I thought. His indifference made me want him more.
Chill metal plunged inside me. It went deeper and deeper. Like it was going to tunnel through my body and out my back.
“Now, I’m going to open her up,” he said.
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I fucked up. I admit it. Going off on my squad mates was a humongous mistake. What else was I supposed to do? I'm not going to let those dumb assholes demean me like I’m a circus act. Like I existed to satisfy their every amusement.
Sure, it was a monumental bad choice. Like you could stick it right next to the Washington monument and it'd be right at home. But I didn't deserve a dishonorable discharge. That kind of shit hung around your neck like a noose. For life. I couldn't let that happen.
"Private Smith, are you still here?"
Dr. Straker was talking. I'd been standing here at attention for forty minutes. Waiting for him to look up from his desk and acknowledge me.
And now I zoned when he did. Great.
His lips moved.
"Private Smith," he said, "are you even sober right now? Do you want to get kicked out of United States Army?"
Pull it together, Holly.
"Yes, sir."
His eyebrows arched halfway up his forehead. "You do want to get kicked out of the Army?"
"Oh, no. No sir, Captain Straker. I meant I'm sober, sir."
“Call me Dr. Straker. It’s my job. And you don’t act sober.”
He looked at my charts splayed out across his desk. He thumbed through them and picked one sheet up.
“I wouldn't have believed it if your piss test hadn't come back clean."
"I don't do drugs, sir."
"Maybe you should, Private Smith. Because then you'd have an excuse."
I knew better than to keep talking. Like a dog nipping at the heels of a car driving by, this dog would follow me all the way home and then take a big bite out of my ass as I ran for the front door. I held at attention. Chest out. But that wasn't hard with my large breasts. Arms stiffly to the sides. Shoulders squared. Eyes firmly forward.
Right now was not the time to lip off.
"Normally you're ass would be on a bus right now, back to Shitburg. But I got a special interest in you, Private Smith.”
Special interest? I was one of the few female privates in the squad. The best looking truth be told. I wondered if I ever caught Straker's attention. For more than basic physicals and the occasional minor wound.
I waited. I knew better than to respond.
I wasn't always a dumbass.
"So the way I see it, you got two choices. You can get the hell off my base or you can accept an experimental service punishment."
"May I ask a question, sir?"
"Is it going to piss me off? Because I guarantee you don't want that."
"I don't think so, sir"
"Take your chances then,” he said.
"I do want to remain in the Army, sir. I'll do anything you say. But what is experimental service punishment?"
"That's the interesting part, Private. Isn't for me to say. It's for the rest of your squad to determine. Your behavior reflects badly on them and so they get to decide."
"Let those imbeciles decide?"
"Shut your mouth! That's the kind of shit that got you in hot water in the first place!"
Oh crap.
I didn’t exactly get along with the rest of squad. Why should I have to fake it? The guys were a bunch of nitwits who didn't know their assholes from a hole in wall. The women were no better. They were a bitchy little clique and I had no interest in the hazing required to become a member.
So all that said, I didn't exactly get along with the rest of my team. It was their fault. Their first mistake and what set us off on a bad foot was when they didn't elect me squad leader. It went from bad to worse after that.
I seriously didn't want to think about any kind of punishment that they might come up with. They probably dreamed about it at night.
Oh shit. Straker's lips were moving again.
"I swear to Jesus if I have to say this again, you’re ass is on a bus."
"Sorry sir. What?"
"What's your choice, Private Smith? Dishonorable discharge or a punishment decided on by your squad?”
I didn't have a choice. I wasn't going to let them flunk me. Let them think they were better than me. I wasn't going to be an Army reject the rest of my life.
"I'll accept the punishment, sir."
He pushed over a document to my side of the desk. He handed me a pen.
"You'll have to sign this," he said. "It's your official consent form. Covers the Army's ass in case you change your mind later."
My shaky hand took the pen and scrawled my name on the line. I tried to hand the pen back, but it shuddered out of my fingers and and landed on the paper. A black streak right over the top.
Straker's jaw quivered. His lips tightened. He picked up the pen, replaced the cap, and carefully set it to the side.
He looked up at me. His eyes scorched the air between us.
"I'm going to teach you discipline, Private Smith. I'm going to teach you respect. You'll submit to both or you'll get the hell outta my Army."
I almost pissed my pants, and my panties were wet enough already. The problem was that Dr. Straker was hotter than hell. He was a gorgeous, lean meat package that set my lady bits into overdrive.
His eyes were angry, but was there something else? Something in them making me wet?
"The punishment will be carried out this evening in the barracks, at 1800. I expect you'll be ready to follow orders. And leave that lip in the toilet where it belongs. Got that Private Smith?"
Every fiber of my body wanted to tell him to fuck off, if it wasn't one of the fibers that wanted to fuck him. Why did this asshole have to be so hot?
Why did I have to accept an unknown punishment from a squad that hated me?
Because the Army said so.
"Yes sir, Dr. Straker, Sir."
The air in the barracks was electric. Hot and heavy like a Cajun swamp. Summer time at Fort Hood was a sweltering nightmare. Most of Texas was the same. Everyone in the squad stood at attention at the end of their bunks. No one moved a muscle, but their eyes darted at me when they thought Straker wasn't looking.
Straker dropped a satchel at his feet and looked us over with a critical eye. He paused on me.
"We all know what we’re here for tonight," Straker said. "Private Smith’s mouth can't seem to stay shut. She's a problem, and that means the team is a problem. And I will not have problems in my Army."
His voice boomed through the space. His body occupied ten times its physical space. He was a furious bull, all muscle and drive. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking?
My pussy lips swelled with so much hot masculine heat in the room. Thankfully no one would see the growing excitement between my legs. I whipped my eyes back facing forward, afraid Straker had seen them stray. Fear clawed at my belly.
Fear of Straker.
Terror of what the squad chose for me.
Straker marched down to my bunk and crisply turned to face me. I stared straightforward at his chest. What would that chest feel like on top of me? Bearing me down? A tingle skittered across the damp skin between my legs.
"Private Smith, have you agreed to accept the punishment decided upon by the squad?"
I wanted to scream in his face. Tell him to lick my cunt. But part of me wanted that anyway. I wasn't about to show weakness in front of these losers.
"Yes, sir."
"Good", he said.
He turned away and held his hand flat by his waist.
"Squad! I want a stack of mattresses here! Five high!"
The assholes in my squad jumped to do his bidding. In seconds, a neat, uniform pile of five mattresses sat in the aisle between the bunks. Of course, they put O'Malley's at the top. That fat ass flattened his mattress in a week. It was paper-thin and all coils.
Assholes.
"Squad! Circle up!"
They scrambled and formed a circle around us. Straker watched them with an uncharacteristic smile.
"Private Smith, disrobe."
What? Was he serious? I wasn't going to get naked in front of these ignoramuses. They ogled my ass enough already. I knew the minute they saw me naked I’d be the focus of every jerk off fantasy for months. And the women would pick me apart. Make jokes if my thighs jiggled a little too much. Be jealous about my large breasts.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Private Smith."
It wasn't a request.
His words whipped me. No one gave a verbal lashing like Dr. Straker. My pussy tingled. I guess it was thinking the same thing. I took a deep breath and undid the buttons on my shirt. I bent over to unlace my boots. I moved slow and uncertain, partly because this was all so unreal. Partly because moving slow meant maybe it would never happen.
"Do not drag your ass on my time, Private Smith!" Straker yelled in my face. The force in his voice almost knocked me over. My squad mates snickered.
Assholes.
I cranked it up a gear. Tore my boots off. Got my shirt and undershirt off and tugged my pants down in less than a minute. I snapped back to attention, now in bra and panties.
It was humiliating. To be the only one undressed. To have them all looking at me. Even though I knew I was sexy. Even though I knew my body deserved their attention.
I hated that it was on their terms, not mine.