Drilled by the Doctor: A Medical Humiliating Exhibitionist First Time Menage (2 page)

"Do you have shit stuck in your ears, Private Smith?"

My body flinched like I'd been whipped. My heart jumped in my chest.

"No, sir."

"Then why are you ignoring a direct command to disrobe?"

"Sir?"

"Unless I am just learning the English language, disrobe means to take your clothes off. And unless I am just learning to see, there are clothes on your body."

He wanted me to get naked?

My pale skin burned pink. A queasy ache squirmed in my belly.

With everyone watching?

Straker's eyes were hot and unforgiving. His meaning was clear. If I didn't do this, I was out of the Army for good.

"Sorry, sir," I said.

I unclasped my bra and let it fall from my arms. I tugged my panties to my ankles and kicked them off. I came back to attention. I felt their eyes on me. On my exposed skin.

I held my legs together trying to hide what little I could. I fought to keep my arms by my side, to keep from covering myself.

Straker took a step toward me. His eyes held mine. Didn't he want to look at me? Didn't he think I was sexy? I'd bewitched every man I’d ever met. So why wasn't this guy staring at my tender parts?

"Let's have you lying down," he said. "Move it!"

I stayed standing. I jutted my chin out in defiance.

Straker broke like a storm on me. A squall in my face.

"What did you not understand, Private Smith? On your back!"

I crumbled under the strength of his manhood. I plopped down. A coil gouged my bottom like a thorn prick.

"Defiance will only make this harder for you," Straker said.

He stood above me, my face level with his zipper.

"Lie down and open your legs," he said.

I eased back onto the pile of mattresses. At least four springs pricked their way into my back.
 
I stretched out and tried to appear calm and confident. I was not going to show these jackals fear.

"I said open your legs!”

My legs were still shut, clamped together.

All the men of the squad leered at me. Their tongues practically falling out. A few of them had a hand in their pocket and a bulge in their pants.

Let them look! Let them dream! I didn't mind them lusting over my body. But I hated that I didn't have a choice. That it was their choice to have my like this.

“Winkler! Four stethoscopes. In my bag. Now!”

"Yes sir," Winkler barked.

Four stethoscopes? What was he going to do? Measure my heartbeat with eight ears? Was that somehow more accurate?

Winkler handed over the requested gear and jumped back into his spot in the circle. He flashed a grin at me. That eager asshole.
 

Straker knelt down next to me, his mouth near my ear. He whispered in a loud voice, intended for everyone to hear.

"What you don't get yet, Private Smith, is that you are not in control. This punishment is expressly designed to demonstrate that. Your squad wants you to know your place."

Straker pointed to the four bunks nearest me.

"Pull those bunks over!"

"Yes, sir."

The bunks screeched across the rough concrete floor.

I strained to keep my legs together. Fighting the part of me that wanted to open them for Straker. My breasts heaved and my nipples perked as his rough hands grabbed my ankle.

He dragged my leg apart, wrapped a stethoscope tightly around it and secured it to a bunk post. The rubber tubing held me tight. He secured the other ankle to the opposite bunk.
 

I crossed my arms together over my chest, as much to cover myself as to keep them free. But I was no match for Straker's strength.

He yanked my arms apart and bound them, one after the other. He looked me over and smiled. Satisfied his task was complete. His eyes dropped between my legs. The mask that he always wore flickered for an instant. It was just a flash, but I saw it. His eyes told the lie of his angry indifference.
 

He saw something he liked.

Seeing his reaction fanned the flame between my legs. Opened up the faucet there. Made my insides squirm. I reached down to touch myself and quickly discovered my arm couldn't move. The stethoscope tubing bit into my flesh and held me fast.

I was spread wide like an X. Nothing hidden. Nothing private.

I knew it was happening, but it didn’t seem real. Like it was happening to someone else. The focus of the group standing above was palpable. I felt it on my pussy. On my tits. Every male pitched
 
an obvious tent. Several of them even had drool oozing down their smooth chins. If Straker wasn’t here, I knew exactly what these animals would do to me.

I wouldn't be able to stop them.

I hated that they saw me. Not that. I hated that it was their choice to see me. That I didn’t have control. Anger boiled in my belly. I opened my legs as wide as I could and angled my pelvis up, making my pussy stick out.

“Get a good fucking look, you degenerates!”

My words or my movement caused a stir in the group. O’Malley grabbed his pants and stroked himself through the green cloth.

He wanted me so bad. I saw it in his crazed eyes. My pussy hypnotized him. From somewhere deep in my subconscious, a smile formed. Like a part of me wanted to know if I could take them all. Even for my first time.

That was my dirty, little secret. As much shit as I talked. As much as I swayed my curvy ass to help win better assignments. I was a virgin. No guy had stuck around long enough to change that.

Their loss.

I wanted to burn that fucking bridge right this second. I wanted to scream and demand Straker shove his stiff cock inside me. I wanted it my way. But I knew nothing good would come of demanding it.

Straker stepped into view.

“You have a filthy mouth, Private Smith,” he said. “If you dirty our ears with it again, I’ll stuff it full.”

“Fuck you!”

It came out before I could stop it. I didn’t like him thinking he owned me. No matter how hot he was. Nobody owned me. Not even Uncle Sam.

“You've made your choice,” Straker said. He turned to me. A burning light in his deep blue eyes. He reached down and unbuckled his belt.

Oh God! Was he going to beat me? Whip me black and blue? All for a few angry words? That was fucked up!

WHAP
.

I flinched as he slapped the belt in his hand.

“As much as you might deserve a proper beating," Straker said, "I can't deal with the avalanche of paperwork from an ER visit. Hard spanking with an open hand will do."

What?

I turned to him and he raised questioning eyes at me. Daring me to have a problem with it.

“I’d love to terminate this punishment and help you pack your bags, Private Smith.”

I bit my tongue.

Fuck.

The Army owned my ass.

Dr. Straker dropped his belt to the floor. It curled up like a snake ready to strike. He leaned down, lightning fast, and swatted my inner thigh.

“OWWW!” I yelped. “What the fuck was that for?” I jerked my leg and it went no where.

He shook his head like I’d failed the APFT. He swore everyday that if any of us failed the physical at the end of basic training, he’d personally kick our ass all the way back to Shitburg. It was a surprise that every single one of us apparently grew up there.

“Filthy mouth,” he said under his breath. He unzipped his pants and yanked them down. Of course, he had camo underwear on.
 

Really?

Was it like he was going to end up nearly naked in a battle zone somewhere? And the reason for his survival was because his cock looked like a tree trunk?

Did it?

Look like a tree trunk?

He tugged his underwear and pants to his knees. His cock hung thick and heavy between his legs. He yanked his shirt off and threw it to the ground.
 

Holy Jesus of Nazareth!

His abs were chiseled granite. You could wash clothes on them. I wanted to climb them. His broad, hard chest hinted at the power he wielded. His biceps bulged as he lifted his cock and stroked it.

The building agony in my pussy flared. A hot pulse of need hit me. I wanted that cock inside me. Taking my virginity. Making me a woman.

He stepped to my head and then swung a leg over my face, his ass in my face. He held his cock down between his legs and bumped it into my lips. His enormous balls filled my view. The crack of his ass inches above.

This was his idea of shutting me up!

I should've have kept my damn mouth shut. Now, I had no choice but to open it wide. Still, I wouldn’t surrender without a fight. I clenched my teeth closed. I'd bite that thing off if he pushed me.

His cock bumped my lips.

He pinched my nose.

There was no way I was going to let him feed that thick rope down my throat. Not if I didn’t ask for it.

I couldn’t breathe! My lungs ached. My chest burned.

Air!

My mouth popped open and I sucked in a huge breath of air, alongside Straker’s cock.

One hand gripping the base of his shaft, he fed me his full length with one thrust.
 

I gagged and hacked. Not ready for it filling my throat. His balls swatted my nose. His ass grazed my eyelashes. I flinched back, trying to dig my head into the mattress, but there wasn't much give. Not much meaning zero.

He clutched my breasts and squeezed. My ample flesh spilled out the sides of even his monster-sized grip. His rough hands kneaded my tender flesh. He circled his fingertips around my nipples, tickling and flicking them to hard, jagged peaks. He rolled them between his fingers.

Against my will, I arched up into him. The sweet agony in my nipples swept around my body in tingling waves. Wetness dripped out of me.
 

Straker grunted. His cock pumped in and out of my mouth. His balls a suffocating pillow over my nose with every thrust.

“Squad, look here,” Straker said. He leaned forward and sandwiched my pussy lips between two fingers. One finger directly on my groove.
 

I moaned, but the sound got stuck on the cock in my throat.

“She’s soaking wet,” he said. He shoved a finger into my pussy. My hips rolled open to help him deeper. I tried to fight it. I tried not to want it.

But my body betrayed me. I wanted it all.

And more.

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.

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.

Then, the pressure.
 

Oh my god.

The intense, full stretching shook me. My insides clenched and went wider still.

Straker clicked on a small flashlight and shined it between my legs. He knelt down and peered into the depths of my pussy.

I couldn’t even imagine the horror show going on down there. It was all I could do to keep from crying out.
 

“Look at this,” he said. “I believe we have an eighteen-year-old virgin. They really do exist. Private Smith, you make me rethink unicorns and the tooth fairy.”

My squad snickered.
 

“Are you a virgin, Private Smith?” he asked.

I didn’t want to say it. Not in front of everyone. Jesus, they already had way too much shit on me.

SMACK
.

His palm lit up my inner thigh.

“Answer me,” he said.

“Yes. Yes. Okay. Fuck. Yes I am. There.”

“I already knew with certainty,” he said. “I think the squad just wanted to hear you say it.”

They all laughed.

I was so going to get them all back for this. Each and every one. From that fat ass O'Malley to that four-eyes brainiac Winkler.

“Don’t look so cross,” Straker said. “What did you expect? This is punishment. It’s not designed to be fun.”

I gave him my best kiss-my-ass fake smile.

He winked and continued.

“There is the cervix,” he said and pointed. “Everyone take a turn. You don’t see this every day.”

Straker's thick cock hung between his legs as he spoke. He moved as if it were the most natural thing in the world.