Chapter 6
Bella Sime barked: "Keep your paws off her, you ape!"
Ivan stood at the side of the examination table, where Lydia was bound and spread and naked for her inspection.
Lydia lay on her back on the rubber-sheeted table, still gagged.
Under the harsh cold glare of the fluorescent lighting overhead, her pink skin seemed bleached of color to the point of marble whiteness.
At the foot of the table, in each corner, rose a metal stirrup.
Lydia's bare feet were bound into the stirrups, so that they were raised some eighteen inches off the table.
The bondage to the stirrups also insured her legs would remain spread and open.
Restraining straps insured that she would stay in place on the table.
One strap ran across the top of her breasts, pushing them down, pinning her arms to her sides as well.
Another strap ran directly below the tender bosom, and across the top of her belly, keeping her upper body immobilized.
Kimberly continued to writhe and sob in her punishment harness.
Lupus sat in a chair next to Kimberly, whose chains held her in an upright position, so that she could not sit.
He sat facing the examining table, but he amused himself from time to time by tormenting Lydia by agitating her breast and crotch harnesses.
This prodded and pricked her with the tiny rubber spikes within the breast cups and with the prongs on her dildo.
Each of his attentions sent Kimberly into fresh bouts of writhing.
Ivan towered over by the examining table.
His eyes were bright and wet and black, like a spaniel's, as he stared down at the slim pale form of bound, beautiful Lydia, all pink and white and gold.
His hand, the size of a bear's paw, reached out awkwardly to touch her shining yellow hair, to stroke it.
Lydia gurgled and shook, fear tautening her face.
Ivan giggled wetly and rested some blonde strands of hair in his palm and stroked them, murmuring with satisfaction as he did so.
Bella Sime spoke sharply to him, but he ignored or did not hear her.
"Why don't you leave him alone?! " Dwight whined. "He's not doing anything!"
"I said, get away from her, you oafish ox!"
Bella's rubber soled shoes squeaked as she hastened across the floor to the table.
She gave Ivan a tremendous push which barely moved him.
"Idiot! Are you deaf?! I told you to leave her alone!"
Bella slapped his face, once, twice, three times, hard cracking slaps.
Ivan's face clouded and he cringed, raising his hands to protect his head.
"Unh! ... Unh!" he moaned.
"Don't like that, do you?! Well, there'll be more of the same if you don't do what you're told!"
Dwight scampered up and took Ivan by the arm.
"Come on, come on, move away from there!" he urged the ox-like hulk.
Dr. Dover finished scrubbing up at the sink, washing his hands.
"Stop all that, and help me put on my rubber gloves," he said.
Bella Sime glared at Dwight and Ivan one final time.
As she crossed to the sink to join the doctor, with her back turned to Dwight, Dwight stuck out his tongue and made a face at her.
"I hope your cunt rots and falls off!" he muttered.
She whirled on her heels to confront him.
"What did you say, you miserable little freak?! "
"Nothing! Not a thing ... "
Dwight tried to arrange his features into a mask of innocence an impossible task for one in whom corruption was engraved on all his features.
"Don't cross me, you little hateful toad!" she warned.
"Please," Dr. Dover said, with a long-suffering, pained air, "please, let's not indulge in personalities!"
Bella went to him. He lifted his wet hands from the sink.
He said, "Gloves ... "
"Check."
Bella pulled a pair of thin brown rubber gloves on his sensitive hands. They squeaked and came on with snapping sounds.
"Thank you," Dr. Dover acknowledged. "And now, let's examine our little patient!"
Bella and the mad medico went to the examining table to Lydia.
"Calm yourself, my excitable young lady," Dover murmured, in his most soothing and reassuring bedside manner.
Under the circumstances, Lydia was hardly comforted by his words.
"So you won't panic, my dear Lydia for I understand that is your name, is it not? Lydia? Yes, it is . ... I will explain what will happen.
"I am going to give you an examination, to determine the state of your health. This is strictly a routine precautionary measure.
"I can see that you are a clean and well-bred young lady. Alas, some of the other misses who come through here have not maintained their health so well.
"Owing to the special nature of the, er, entertainments here at the castle, you will appreciate that this examination is by necessity an, er, intimate one.
"Yes ... deeply intimate. Probing. But not painful. These restraints, of course, are for your own protection, so you don't do yourself an injury.
"I can see that unlike our other guest who is now paying the punishment for her rude, crude, insulting offense you will mind your manners.
"You will find that the examination will give me a chance to know you better ... much, much better. And now, to begin."
Dover and Bella conferred about the advisability of removing her gag. It was agreed to postpone this step until later in the examination.
The first part of the exam was routine.
Dr. Dover pressed an icy metal stethoscope against Lydia's pale bosom, listening to the beat of her heart, monitoring it.
"Her heart rate is very high which is only to be expected, since fear does make the heart race."
Bella Sime made entries on a medical entry form for Lydia.
Lydia's blood pressure was measured and tabbed and totaled.
Dr. Dover clutched her soft smooth breast in a rubber gloved hand.
"Let's measure the" erectility of the nipples, nurse," he said.
A micrometer measured the size of Lydia's nipple, now flat and unaroused.
Dr. Dover pinched the nipple, rolled it between rubber gloved fingers.
The button of pale pink flesh throbbed as it hardened.
It was manipulated until it stood up stiffly erect.
Once more the micrometer measuring device was applied to the nowerect nipple, recording the size it had grown from erection.
Now the inspection would grow more intimate still ...
Dr. Dover moved down to the foot of the table, Bella Sime trailing after him like a white-clad shadow.
He peered down between Lydia's legs.
Lydia writhed and twisted as much as her restraints permitted, which was not much.
She was able to arch her back and lift her clenched buttocks from the rubber sheeted table, to futilely gyrate her hips, then to fall back.
Dr. Dover switched on the light in the round reflecting mirror of the speculum, held secured to his swollen cranium via a leather headband.
In the center of the mirror (the highly polished mirror being about the size of a mirror found within a lady's hand compact) was a light bulb, the size of a flashlight bulb, which, when switched on, shone light between Lydia's legs.
Standing at the foot of the table, Dr. Dover hunched his long, lanky body over, to peer closely at Lydia's pussy.
Tears of shamed outrage mingled with smeared saliva from the gag, on her face. Her stiff-nippled breasts shook as she sobbed.
The beam of light played over her little tufted pubic bush, which was pale blonde and a shade darker than the hair on her head.
It glided down the delicate rolled labia, all rosy pink and folded intricately.
Lydia shivered when Dover ran a rubber covered finger over her pussy.
"We'll have to make a more intimate, a more probing inspection," Dover said.
He called for the forceps, handed to him by Bella Sime.
Lydia's gagged sobs gurgled as she saw the implement.
"I assure you that this looks much more fearsome than it really is," Dr. Dover purred. "It is a very simple and common instrument, I assure you!
"It simply will spread your labia, and membranes, holding them open for my inspection!"
The forceps resembled a draftsman's compass, used for drawing precise circles, with some modifications.
Its edges tapered to thin points and were curved to get a better grip. A rod between its two legs adjusted the width.
Lydia writhed and gyrated her hips while Dover attempted to insert them.
"Hold still, dearie, I don't want to hurt you ... "
He had to put Bella Sime to work holding Lydia's writhing hips down on the table so he could insert the instruments.
He positioned the tips so that they pressed her labia on either side.
Then, by widening the distance between the legs of the device, Lydia's labia were spread and pushed far out to the sides.
This process was uncomfortable in the extreme, but not painful, as the tips of the forceps gripped her labia without damaging them.
Presently, each of the labia was rolled and spread far to the opposite sides of the slit, revealing the winding pink convolutions of the inner membranes.
Dr. Dover pressed his face close to her crotch.
A sanitary white gauze mask covered his nose and mouth as he peered in.
The light shone up inside her.
Taking a blunt-tipped probing tool, he inserted it.
"Hold very still, now ... "
Lydia froze like a marble statue.
Dr. Dover finished his examination of her pussy at last. The forceps were removed and the tingling pussy lips pressed closed on the slit.
But still, he was not done with her.
Her ass would be examined, too.
Bella Sime adjusted the pair of metal stirrups which held Lydia's feet, raising them vertically so that they rose much higher.
Lydia's bottom was raised clear off the table, with her weight pressing her back.
Dr. Dover slicked up the fingers of the rubber glove on his right hand with lubricant, then leaned down to open her ass.
He pried open her cupcake buttocks, squinting as he peered through thick lenses at the quivering pink rosebud of her bottom.
Lydia shuddered when his probing finger poked the rosebud.
He shoved his finger inside her.
One finger? It felt like two! She groaned from the stretching. And he was shoving so far up in her ass, too!
Lydia closed her eyes, but not before seeing Bella Sime leering hatefully down at her, savoring the sight of Lydia's degrading examination.
Fat tears were squeezed out from under her fluttering eye lashes.
At last, Dr. Dover withdrew his probing finger from within her ass.
"I'll want to have a look at that mouth, too," he muttered.
"Perhaps you should first administer a sedative, doctor," Bella suggested.
"A good idea! She's obviously overwrought and close to a state of hysteria ... a sedative will soothe her, and make her more manageable."
Dover filled a syringe with a dosage of a sedative drug, careful not to make it too heavy a dose.
He wanted the new girl tranquilized, but not unconscious.
He wanted her awake and aware of what was happening to her.
Lydia's frantic writhing became more frenzied as the doctor approached with the hypodermic needle.
He swabbed her inner elbow with alcohol, then injected the sedative into one of her veins, sinking the plunger home.
The drug took effect almost immediately.
Lydia felt it rush through her flesh, her system. She felt like she was sliding off the table, even though she hadn't moved an inch.
Lightheaded dizziness assailed her.
Overhead, the round fluorescent lights blurred out of focus. Voices seemed to come from a great distance, with ghostly echoes. Warmth tingled inside her, spreading from the inside out, so that the smooth surface of her skin was the last to warm to its touch.
Some of the tension left her body, and her muscles relaxed for the first time since she had been captured, so many hours earlier.
It is not to be thought that Lydia welcomed this pacification by drugs.
She tried to fight it, to keep hold of her senses and not go under.
But the drug was powerful, more powerful than the will she could muster to battle off its tranquilizing effects.
Her eyes were glazed, shining, heavy-lidded. Her breasts bobbed as she sighed. She moaned luxuriously, writhing on the table.
She was aware of hands lifting her head. Now the edges of the tape pasted down on her mouth were being pulled up.
It hurt, having that tight adhesive tape pulled off her lips.
But she was only distantly aware of the pain.
Now rubber gloved fingers reached into her mouth and pulled out the wad of gauze which had thankfully taken the place of her pissed panties earlier.
The gauze was soaked and dripping with saliva. Dr. Dover fastidiously held it in the tips of two gloved fingers and dumped it in the waste basket.
Lydia's jaws throbbed with shooting pains. Her tongue ached.
"Ahhhhhhhhuuuuuummmmm ... "
She tried to speak but could not. Her tongue lay inert in her mouth.
"Did you want to say something, Lydia?"
"I . ... uh ... what? Who who are you?"
"I'm your personal attending physician, Lydia. I am Dr. Dover."
"Please ... my clothes ... "
"You won't need them here, Lydia."
"Please, please ... let me go ... "
"The poor dear is delirious," Dover clucked sympathetically. "Raving."
The mad medico reached for his crotch.
His white baggy trousers bulged by an immense erection.
He looked down at his member, seething and sweltering in his trousers.
"Hmmmmm ... I theorize that Lydia is in need of special treatment."
Bella Sime asked, "Shall I send the servants away?"
Meaning Dwight and Ivan.
"No, they must stay, I need them," Dover said.
"They're liable to get fired up from watching," Bella said.
"I hate when you talk about us like we're not here!" Dwight whined.
Dover said, "Tonight, I feel expansive, generous. Later, Dwight, you and Ivan may make use of one of the slave girls!"
"Oh, thank you, doctor, thank you so much!" Dwight cackled.
"In the meantime, try to stay out of my way as I see to my patient."
Dr. Dover turned Lydia's head on its side, facing him.
Through blurred, watery eyes, she was still able to make out the swollen bulge where his erection pressed his trousers.
"I have something for you, Lydia, something very special ... "