First Medical Exam in Bolares

Author Notes:

This story takes place in the "Life in Bolares" universe. It's meant to be a stand-alone piece. It takes place in the same strange country and with the same main character. It references the previous chapters, but I tried to explain the reference inside the story so to make this story stands on its own.

Have fun, and leave a comment. I'd love to know if it actually works as a stand-alone piece. :)

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"And then, milk came out," Annie whispered, barely audible. "Not much, just a tiny bit," she added, trying to downplay it.

"I see," the doctor said, seated across the table. "This never happened before?"

"Never."

"And since then, you haven't orgasmed while masturbating?"

Annie glanced around at the word 'masturbating', uneasy about others overhearing. Of course, the room was empty except for her and the doctor, an older man who seemed utterly bored by everything she said. Annie reckoned it was a good thing, a mark of experience, even though it made him crude. Who says 'masturbating' so loudly?

"Yes..." Annie replied softly.

The doctor murmured, typing notes loudly into his computer. Whatever he was thinking, sharing his prognoses with Annie didn't seem important. Why should the patient know her own body's issues? That's for the doctor to care about. Without looking up, he ordered, "Strip."

Annie hesitated but, as the only other person in the room, moved to the patient's bed and closed the curtain. She overheard him ordering equipment via phone intercom while she searched for a gown.

"Amm... excuse me? I can't find the gown," she called out.

"We don't use gowns for routine checks. Finished?"

"One minute," she replied, removing her clothes and folding them neatly at the foot of the bed. Now naked, Annie shivered. Doctors' clinics were always cold places, and this one was no exception. "Done."

"Come out."

Annie stepped out, resisting the urge to cover herself. Just a normal check at the doctor. Nothing is going to happen. She told herself.

The doctor, still seated, examined her from head to toe. "Turn around." She complied, and he inspected her back. Rising from his chair, he instructed, "Bend and touch your toes." She obeyed, exposing her anus. "Straighten up. Lift your right leg to show the sole of your foot. Good. Now the left."

"Amm excuse me, Mr... doctor," Annie realized he hadn't given his name. "What does this have to do with my issue?"

"Nothing. Step on the scale."

It seemed unnecessarily rude, but Annie knew better than to argue. The scale read '59 kg'. Back home in America, they didn't use that silly metric system, and she didn't know what it meant, but the small number pleased her. She also noted to weigh herself naked from now on, for consistent results. The doctor gestured to the height measurement, a scale on the wall. "Against the wall." Annie stood an inch away, wary of the cold, white clinic wall and its potential germs. The doctor didn't bother to ask again and pressed her against it, the chill spreading through her back and ass, making her stiff. "Legs against the wall too." With his hand on her belly, she shuffled her feet back and stood tall, head high.

"Sit on the bed."

Being naked felt odd. She'd done similar tests before, but always clothed, or briefly unclothed for a specific purpose, and always with a gown. But here she was just naked, casually, and all the time. I guess they just do things differently here in Bolares. It won't be the first time.

The doctor placed his stethoscope's metal amplifier on Annie's back.

"Breathe deeply. Exhale." He moved the piece. "Again, deeply, exhale." He placed it under her left breast. To make room, he grabbed the breast and lifted it out of his way. Before Annie could protest, a knock came, and the door opened. A nurse entered and closed the door right after, but Annie still caught an awkward eye contact with a lucky man in the waiting room.

"Can you please close the curtain?" Annie asked.

"I have the FSEs and temperature monitor you requested," the nurse said.

"Place them on the table and join me, Izumi," the doctor directed.

"Izumi...?" Annie realized she knew the nurse. She was her classmate. "Izumi, what are you doing here?" She crossed her legs and covered her boob. The one currently not being held by the doctor.

"Hello, Annie-san," Izumi said. Like Annie, she was a foreign exchange student at the International College of Bolares. But for some reason, she was also working here, wearing an outdated nurse uniform: a tight, short white dress, white stockings, medium heels, and a fabric cap with a red cross. None of the other nurses seemed to wear this sexy Halloween outfit.

"Breathe," the doctor said, squeezing Annie's breast to refocus her from Izumi's skimpy attire. "Izumi, listen to this."

Izumi took the earpieces he offered.

"Breathe again," he said, still holding Annie's breast. She inhaled deeply, partly to comply, but mostly to calm herself as her classmate stared at her chest from point-blank range.

"This is a healthy lung's sound. Try the other one. Breathe, Miss Jackson."

Annie breathed.

"It sounds identical," Izumi said. The doctor confirmed with the earpiece. "Correct. Well done, Izumi."

Did he just compliment her? Good to know he can be nice... if he wants.

As the doctor prepared the FSEs (whatever they were, Annie didn't like the sound of them), he tasked Izumi with basic tests, explaining to her, not Annie, that this was the patient's first visit to the Bolarian health system. This is why he did all the strange tests.

While getting her blood pressure checked by Izum, Annie tried to relieve her stress of being naked in front of her classmate by starting a small talk, "So... Izumi, I didn't know you were a nurse."

"Shh!" Izumi, displeased, reset the test. "I'm not a nurse. I'm studying to become a doctor." She positioned Annie on a red line to read an eye test board, continuing as Annie read letters. "The school offers medical students a chance to shadow doctors, so I took it." After the eye test, Izumi measured Annie's waist with a tape.

"And what's up with your outfit. It's a bit... old-fashioned, don't you think?" Annie was fully aware of the fact that she was completely nude as she said that.

Izumi measured Annie's chest. "It's from the colonial era under British rule. They give these to shadows to distinguish them from trained staff." Once finished, she said, "Done, Sensei. She appears very fertile."

Fertile? What did she say?

"Not fertile, sorry, Annie-san. I meant healthy. You're in great shape, very attractive."

Annie blushed. A doctor's visit could be embarrassing, but a compliment on her body was unexpected but welcome. Wasn't it?

"Thank you, Izumi. Mind your language around patients."

"Hai, Sensei!" Izumi's enthusiasm showed, but her perfectionism made her smile fade at the correction. She did not react well to being wrong or criticized.

"Now we address the main issue." The doctor donned latex gloves, signaling Izumi to do the same.

"Lie back on the bed," he told Annie, not a hint of request in his tone.

He unrolled the FSE and showed it to Izumi, a thumb-sized pink egg with a string linked to a plastic box. "Have you applied a Female Stimulus Egg before?"

"No, Sensei."

"Very well. This," he raised the egg part, "this is the so-called 'egg'. You place it where you want to stimulate the patient. "The box here controls the speed of the vibrations. I'll demonstrate."

Without warning, he placed an egg by Annie's nipple, securing it with medical tape. "Now you try."

"Wait," Annie protested, unheard.

Izumi grabbed the second FSE and pressed it to Annie's other nipple, but unlike the doctor, Izumi took a long time fumbling to get the tape and place it.

Oh my god, Izumi is fondling me.

"Not bad, next time have the tape cut and close by before you place the FSE," the doctor advised.

Izumi muttered a curse, audible only to Annie.

"The last FSE goes in the vagina. I'll perform the insertion. Come stand behind me and watch."

He looked at Annie. "Knees up, spread your legs," another command.

She felt his latex glove on her pussy lips as he spread them and inserted the egg. It wasn't big, but its precise placement made her very aware of it.

"We secure the three boxes to the leg." He wrapped a bandage cloth around her thigh and above the boxes, tying it to hold them. "Hopefully, future versions use one box with three wires."

"How does it feel?" the doctor asked. Annie was surprised he showed any care for her. But she couldn't deny he gave a feeling of an absolute master of his job. And maybe this was just the first time it was essential to know 'how she was feeling'.

"Good, I think. Odd, maybe." The truth was that it felt just fine, but the situation was odd.

"I'll increase the vibration."

He pressed all three buttons, and the eggs started to vibrate. At first, she could barely feel anything. But as the doctor continued, the vibrations grew more and more noticeable. Noticeable and good. The constant sting she felt in her nipples and the rumbling in her pussy turned more enjoyable by the second. He was not easing her into this.

"Oh my god," Annie yelped. This feels incredible.

The vibrations increased until Annie felt a jolt of pleasure, going so high it bordered on uncomfortable.

"There," the doctor said, pausing the increase. "You see how she arched her back. This is a good sign that this is a good Sitmules level."

"Is this a high level?" Izumi asked while Annie was lost in bliss.

"Yes. Miss Jackson was truthful about her climax difficulty. Good question."

Annie's stomach twisted as he discussed her issue with her classmate. She looked for judgment in Izumi's face, but found none, not even a smirk. She wasn't even looking.

"Another question: What is the purpose of this test, considering her condition?"

Wait, what is the point of all this? Did I just let two people insert a vibrator into me without stopping to ask why?

"It establishes a measurable metric for her climax difficulty. Vibration level multiplied by time gives her score. Higher scores mean more aggressive treatment." Annie found the logic sound, scientific. "Now, we use a thermometer to pinpoint her climax. Fetch the monitoring kit."

Izumi complied, and the doctor instructed Annie to turn onto her belly and raise her ass.

"Can't we do an oral temperature check?" Annie asked, grappling with the relentless vibrations.

Izumi's curious glance prompted his response. "No, oral tests lack precision. Turn, buttocks up."

Annie obeyed, and the doctor proceeded to pull from the box a large metal hook, pizza-tray-sized, with a ball instead of a sharp tip. Rising to all fours, she gasped, "What the hell is that?"

"This monitoring kit measures temperature continuously," he said, showing a thermometer scale embedded in the gray metal. "It sends a spike alert via radio to this box Izumi will carry." He handed it to her.

"The long shape is for the antenna?" Izumi asked/showed her knowledge.

"Correct. Record the time when it rings. If I or you change the stimulus level, record that time too."

"Continuously?" Annie fixated on the word.

"Back down, Miss Jackson. Head to the mat, back arched, buttocks up. It's easier this way. Izumi, get the lube, please."

Annie bent down and braced herself. They are going to put it inside my ass. Izumi, sweet, quiet Izumi, is staring at my anus. She is going to shove something up my butthole. This is anal. I'm going to anal just now, with a metal dick. I can't. I never...

Cold lube shocked her anus.

"Apply generously, Izumi, inside too."

"She's tense; I can't."

The doctor moved to inspect. "Her back's not arched, legs closed." He pressed Annie's lower back until she arched fully. "Don't be afraid to be firm with patients. Trust me, being gentle won't get you anything when you try to measure the blood pressure on an unconscious 150 kg man."

Izumi took the lesson to heart the forced Annie's leg apart.

Fresh air mixed with lube chilled Annie's spine. "Oh god, no..."

"Better. Continue lubing." Izumi applied a generous amount, working it in with slow, circular motions.

"Amm yesss," Annie moaned. Izumi's fingers felt so good circling her anus. It was a strange new feeling. Satisfying like an itch she had all her life, and now someone finally scratches it. With the vibrations in her nipples and pussy Annie felt that this was almost enough to bring her over the edge. And when Izumi shoved her finger in, Annie was sure it would be enough.

Come ooon, I haven't cummed in weeks. keep going Izumi, keep going, "Keep going, Izumi." Annie moaned.

Izumi stopped.

Did I say it out loud?

"That's enough. Coat the device too, and gently push it in."

Nooo! I was soo close. Just keep going and I'll come and this will be the end of the test!

Annie braced as the metal ball pressed against her. Izumi guided it slowly into Annie's ass. Once passed the halfway point, it slid inside on its own, feeling enormous. Annie could swear the small metal ball she just saw was not what Izumi shoved inside of her.

"Done." Izumi spread Annie's cheeks to show her work.

"Good. Use the paper towel to clean up the excess lube."

Annie intervened, "So now I wait here like this? It feels really good. I think I'll cum in no time." Her voice was trembling with excitement.

"Good. But you won't stay here. I have other patients to attend to," the doctor talked with Annie while Izumi cleaned the excess lube from Annie's ass. Her perfectionist nature caused her to take her time around the anus.

"So where do I wait?"

He ignored her and went to log the treatment into the computer. Izumi, finally satisfied there is no more lube, grabbed Annie by her hair and pulled her up the sit on her knees, and with her legs so far apart her pussy and ass touched the mat, causing the hook to shift.

"Hey! What the hell? Izumi that hurts," Annie protested, reaching up to pull her hair back to ease the pain.

Izumi sought the doctor's approval for her roughness, but he was too concentrated, typing loudly and slowly. Without looking up, he asked Izumi to secure the monitor and show Annie to the waiting room.

While collecting Annie's hair, Izumi produced a rope from a drawer nearby and tied it around Annie's hair to create a ponytail, and used the other end to tie to a loop at the top of the hook. The rope was short enough to provide a constant upward force to keep the hook in place, but not too short so as to cause Annie to arch her back and limit her movement. Izumi might have been a trainee in the medical field, but when it came to rope, she seemed to be an expert. Because before Annie knew what was happening, it was already over. That did earn Izumi a look of appreciation from the old doctor.

"You know what, Izumi? How about instead of just waiting, use the time to give Miss Jackson a stress test. It's not a requirement for the basic checkup, but you can use the practice. I trust you can handle it by yourself?"

Izumi beamed. "Yes, Sensei, immediately."

The doctor got up to show Izumi where the stress test room was, and excited, Izumi pulled Annie off the table and toward the door, eager to show her merits. "I already know where it is, come, Annie-chan."

"Wait." Annie pulled back, halting Izumi. "You forgot the gown. I don't even think that's enough considering what I have stuck inside of me."

"Curious," the doctor said, he grabbed the hook and pulled Annie to him, inspecting the embedded thermometer and causing Annie to jolt in discomfort, "Izumi, were you going to take our patient out naked across the hospital?"

"I..." Izumi faltered.

"Very curious..." still looking at the monitor, he told Izumi to fetch Annie a gown, "very interesting."

***

Walking to the test room was dreadful. The eggs vibrated silently, and it felt good; Annie couldn't deny it. But it made her too horny; she wanted to bolt to the nearest bathroom and finger herself. Izumi wouldn't let it. She said it was not scientific. It would mess up the test. Thankfully, she had the hook up her ass to keep her mind off the teasing vibrators. Each step reminded her of the hook lodge in her ass. The gown Izumi gave her was long and tied well in the back, so no one could see her ass. But it was paper-thin. It didn't weigh or resist her movement at all. Like a blanket too thin, it gave no sense of protection. Annie was worried a small gust of wind would blow and expose her. This must be what it feels like to be invisible. She thought. All those stories of characters walking naked without anyone seeing. And she made sure no one was watching her. And if someone was looking, it was because there was a visibly distressed girl frantically looking around.

The stress test room resembled a gym, sparse with one treadmill and weights, but rich in medical devices, some unfamiliar to Annie.

"On the treadmill," Izumi ordered, adopting the doctor's commanding tone.

Thankfully, Annie wore shoes before leaving the doctor's office. She realized all her clothes remained there, and she wasn't sure she would be back in that office. A future problem. Now, she needed to figure out how to avoid running with a massive thermometer in her ass.

"Can we do weights instead?" she suggested.

"That's not for a stress test."

"Izumi, I can't run with this thing... amm... tied to my hair, it's too... restrictive." Annie couldn't bring herself to say 'in my ass'.

"The tie should allow movement, but I can see how it's not ideal. Hop on the treadmill and I'll fix it."

Izumi went behind Annie on the treadmill and undid her gown and tossed it to a chair.

"Hey!" Annie covered her vagina and breasts, pressing the eggs, recalling their vibration. "You can't just strip me without warning or consent."

"It's just the two of us here, Annie-san."

"Then why won't you get naked too?" Annie jabbed back and regretted the comment immediately.

Izumi blushed and cleared her throat. "It's a professional environment." She proceeded to untie the rope from Annie's hair and looped it through a ceiling rig for handicapped support, and pulled. Lifted by the hook, Annie stood on her toes.

"Wow, hi there Izum, I what the hell, I thought you were going to take it out."

"Too much." Izumi eased the rope until Annie's feet rested flat, setting the length with a knot.

"Izumi!" Annie demanded to be heard, "That's too much. I feel it pushing. Oh fuck."

"How do the FSEs feel?"

"The vibrators? I don't care about them. Please take that thing out of my ass." Annie nearly begged.

"You don't feel them anymore?" Izumi increased the vibrations by one level.

"Ohhhh myy fuccckkiing fuckkk." Annie started to shiver. Was this really just one level up?

"That's better." Izumi recorded the change and set up the test. Annie couldn't protest; the sensory overload overwhelmed speech. Izumi attached electrodes to Annie's chest for heart activity, an oxygen mask for exhalation measurement, an oxygen reader on her finger, and a blood pressure cuff. Finally, she grabbed the emergency stop clip of the treadmill, wondering where to place it. An eureka struck her and she grabbed Annie's tit and, carefull not the disturb the egg, closed the clip on the nipple.

"Ahhh!" Annie screamed through the mask. That hurts so bad, how? Why?

Izumi started the treadmill, and Annie started walking. Slowly at first, all she thought about was the pain in her nipple, the discomfort in her rear, and the pleasurable vibration in her pussy. Izumi increased the speed, and Annie lagged only to be pulled forward, painfully, by the hook. She had never been pulled by her anus, and she had no intention of letting it happen again. So she ran faster and faster, matching Izumi's adjustments. Before long, Annie was jogging. Running was Annie's favorite sport, but right now she had to calculate every step. Too big and the vibrator in her pussy would shift, intensifying the stimulation, and bounce her breasts, tugging the clip painfully. Too small and she risked falling behind, pressing the hook into her.

Annie panted. A light jog shouldn't be this hard. This was embarrassing. If not for all this stupid equipment, I'd crash this test. fuck that feels so awkward. Just cum already. That will end it. They will take the stuff out if i'll cum.

She recalled arousing videos, images, fantasies--none worked. Sweat, excitement, and pain mingled as Izumi raised the speed, disrupting her focus.

Damn her.

Annie grabbed the railing, but Izumi slapped her hands away. "No assistance."

Damn that bitch.

Annie pushed hard to finish the test. If Izumi hadn't stopped when she did, Annie feared she would be thrown back and hanged by her ass like a fish on a hook. Annie was sweaty, sticky, horny, and in agony as Izumi took the equipment off her. The pain that swelled in Annie's nipple as Izumi took the clip off was even worse than the pain of putting it on. Of course, Izumi kept the vibrators and hook in place. Annie hadn't climex yet. With shaking legs, Annie stepped off.

"Izumi... that was... too much. I could've been... hurt," Annie said between exsusted breaths.

Izumi looked concerned. "That's what you feel? You are worried?"

"Yes! I am" Annie was thrilled someone was finally listening to her.

"Then we'd better increase the stimulations."

***

In the crowded waiting room, Annie wore a gown over three vibrators working intensely. The anal thermometer made sitting uncomfortable. She wondered if others heard the buzz as loudly as she did, or was it more of a psychological effect. An hour since their placement, half spent waiting, she tried every method to climax, without luck. She resorted to concentrating with eyes closed, while Izumi reviewed stress test results beside her.

The doctor opened his door, meeting Izumi's eyes. "No progress?"

"None, Sensei."

"Maximize the vibration and join me."

Izumi pulled the gown up Annie's thigh and adjusted the settings.

"Hey!" Annie pulled the gown back down.

The maximum speed was a menace. It fell right on the border between pain and pleasure, and often it would slip to the painful side for a minute or two, turning what was an amazingly arousing massage of her nipples and clit into a violent rubbing. She shook, folding her knees to her chest, closing in on herself. Between pulses of pain and pleasure, she heard the doctor call her in.

His commands did not wait a second after she closed the door, "Strip. Stand here."

Her mind was blurry, and she was pretty sure Izumi hadn't left the room, but she wasn't inside either.

He checked the boxes. "Maxed out. How do you feel?"

"Good, I mean great. It feels realllyyy good." Annie was honest.

"No climax?"

"Nope." The intensity kept her on edge, mind foggy with anticipation.

"Describe your last climax." He swirled his finger, suggesting she should turn her back to him. Kneeling, he pulled the hook closer for inspection, making her moan. A soft "Yes" escaped her lips.

"I was on a field trip with my class. Izumi wasn't there. I'm an art major and she..."

He shook the hook. "Focus."

"I lost my clothes and a pretty cowgirl, Lacy, showed the class how to milk a cow, using my tits."

"And that made you climax?"

"No, I wish I had cum. That's when the milk happened." Annie was swaying back and forth in a trance.

He shook the hook, eliciting another moan. "Your last climax?"

"That was a day before, in the museum. They... well.. I... Anyway, stupid Timmy put my leash between my legs and made me break a..."

He shook the hook again. "Ahh, yes, wow, more... yes, I was a life exhibition. They tied me up naked in front of the crowd and let them decide whether to give me pleasure or pain. It was like a social experiment, you know?"

"And then you climaxed?"

"Ohhh yehh. So much so, I barely remembered anything."

"very interesting... Izumi, begin."

The test bed's curtain opened, revealing Izumi, nearly naked in stockings, heels, and cap. Her black hair was in a tight bun, her pale skin striking, posture tense. She stared into Annie's shocked eyes for a long minute.

She's gorgeous.

Izumi strode toward Annie, heels clicking in determination, until they were face to face.

"What's happening?"

The doctor, still kneeling and inspecting the thermometer, said, "We're testing a theory. Ignore me." A difficult request considering he was still holding the hook.

Izumi's posture softened, one knee bent, hip cocked. Hands moved from Superman pose to explore mode. Her hands moved across her thighs, belly, and chest. The stern gaze turned seductive. She smiled, biting her lip, squeezing her nipples. Izumi was touching herself.

"Temperature's rising. Continue, Izumi."

She rubbed her pussy, not for masturbation, but a performance for Annie, who enjoyed it. Izumi's reserved moan charged the room with anticipation. She stepped closer, placing her leg between Annie's, humping her in slow, soft, rhythmic thrusts. Her hands pulled Annie's shoulder blades, pressing their naked bodies together. Izumi kissed her, her thin lips surprisingly soft. Annie gave way to the feeling. She wrapped her hands around Izumi and returned the kiss.

Izumi led the tango. While still hugging and kissing, she pushed Annie onto the doctor's desk, who moved to sit on his chair. Izumi put on latex gloves and began rubbing Annie's pussy. The vibrator working inside Annie limited Izumi's touch to the outside. But it was a masterful touch nonetheless. Annie had no idea if that was because she was a medical student or just a woman, but Izumi knew her way around her. She immediately found the clit and rubbed it.

Annie moaned. "Ah, yes, yes, Izumi, right there, keep going."

Izumi hoisted Annie onto the table, spreading her legs, lifting one for access. Annie wanted to lie back and fully commit, but the damn hook forced her to arch her back and squeeze her ass, presenting her pussy forward. Izumi pinched, rubbed, and kissed. She gave it her all, and Annie was grateful. It was the best she felt in months, perhaps her entire life. This would make her cum, finally. She could let Izumi take all her frustration and humiliation from the past weeks away. She wanted to. She was going to. She was about to cum.

A ring, the monitor, a climax alert.

But... I didn't cum.

Izumi stopped.

"No, no, no, keep going please, I'm so close. It's wrong, I didn't cum. I need to cum." Annie begged.

"It wasn't the monitor," the doctor said, standing. "The timer."

Annie's puppy eyes met Izumi's gaze. "Keep going, please. I'm so close." She inched forward.

"Describe how you are feeling," the doctor said, forcing Annie off the desk.

"Amazing. Izumi, you're incredible." Annie leaned for a kiss, to keep going, but Izumi dodged. The sexy nurse was replaced with a curious scientist.

"Perhaps five more minutes, Sensei?" Izumi suggested.

"Yes!" Annie nodded aggressively.

"No, Izumi. Your hypothesis was sound, but it had twenty minutes of test time. We must test the other fairly. You can't favor an idea just because it was yours." The last part was close to a scold.

Izumi, disappointed, agreed. She retreated behind the curtain to prepare the other test, giving Annie and the doctor a good view of her tight ass.

"No," Annie reached forward as if to catch her.

"Don't worry. We will not leave you frustrated. We will get that baseline, eventually," the doctor assured her.

Izumi reappeared, fully dressed and visibly upset, although she was trying to compose herself. She was holding what looked to be a shirt with sleeves far longer than any normal shirt should have. A white straitjacket.

"It's late; I must leave. You'll stay overnight for observation. The FSEs will run at max until you climax."

"And if I don't?"

"You're challenging, I agree. But you won't last a night on max setting."

A whole night?

"And what is up with the straitjacket?"

"To prevent tampering with the test. Izumi, proceed."

"Hold on," Annie said, shivering from the buzz, nipples now uncomfortable. "Is that really necessary? I'm not sure I want to stay the entire night like this."

"Your choice. But without a baseline, I can't give you any treatment. There is a Protocol. I can get sued for not following it. We can reschedule when Izumi's available to stay overnight. Just in case it will drag on like today."

"Not for a month," Izumi added.

Annie shuddered at the thought of not being able to cum for a month. "Wait, you are staying with me?"

Izumi sighed. "Someone must stay awake and monitor the alert."

No wonder she's upset. And now wonder why she worked so hard to make me cum. Now she's stuck staying the night with me. although...

The prospect of a night with Izumi, with climax promised and the potential delay, decided her. "Let's do it."

Izumi slipped the straitjacket over Annie's head, tying the sleeves. The rough fabric chafed, "Hi Izumi... amm... thank you for helping me. That's really nice of you."

"Don't mention it," she tugged violently on one of the straps. "That's the job."

Annie couldn't shake the feeling she was taking advantage of her, "I know but still. thank you. and hey if we are to spend the night together maybe we can make the best-t-t-t of it." a jolt of pleasure from the vibrators wased over her. she moved between almost forgetting they were there to painfully aware. "maybe a movie night or some games?"

"Sure, Annie-san, whatever." Izumi finished tying the jacket and spun Annie to inspect her work. It was sung, very limiting, and perfectly modified. The front center part had two crudely cut holes. Annie's titts weren't covered at all. Even worse, her arms set in a crossed position acted as a stage, lifting and presenting her tits.

"Ammm... Is that supposed to be like this?"

"No, I made it especially for you." Annie could see now the missing patches on the bed. "It's so that I can make sure the nipples' FSEs are in place."

"Oh, I see."

The jacket was small and tight. It "covered" only her torso. Her pussy and ass were in plain sight. Izumi reattached the hook to keep the thermometer visible above the jacket. Looking at the mirror, Annie was horrified by the lewdness of the outfit. She was stuffed, teased, tied, and every part that mattered was on display.

"Izumi will take you to your room now."

Same as before, Izumi grabbed Annie by the hook and led her out. Annie, again, halted. Asking for a gown. Except that this time, instead of stopping Izumi, the doctor opened the door for her. "Off you go."

"Wait!" Annie cried.

Izumi pushed her into the crowded waiting area. Patients, chaperones, nurses, and secretaries all stopped and looked, gasping, snickering. Annie found herself naked in public again. In fact, she preferred plain nudity over this; hooked to 4 different devices, humming and stuffing her, unable to cover. She bent and turned toward the door, desperate to stop the looks. Oh god. She had a wire dangling from her wet pussy. How could she possibly walk around like that?

Izumi didn't care about her classmate's predicament. She pulled on the hook and made Annie walk backward.

"Izumi!"

"Hey," Izumi addressed the secretaries at their desk. "I'm checking in a patient for overnight observation." One hand on the counter, the other held Annie by the hook, who struggled to escape her grip and regain some modesty. Izumi's grip kept her in place. Annie tried to flee, but the hook's pull in the ass or the hair's tug stopped her. Annie wanted to fall to the floor and curl up in shame. But even this simple dignity was denied her by Izumi's grip, which kept Annie upright and tense.

They are looking. They are looking at me. fuck them stupid vibrators.

The vibrations seemed to exceed the maximum, shaking her. All but Izumi and the secretary watched, some disgusted, some amused. Annie fought hard to break free. This was not what she signed up for.

"Izumi, please... I'm... I'm..." Annie came. She came hard and collapsed to the floor. The vibrator didn't care the patient was having an orgasm, they kept going at full power. Causing Annie to spasm and convulse on the floor. It was the longest orgasm Annie had ever experienced. By the end, Annie was dripping with sweat, pussy juices, and to her horror, milk. It happened again. She buried her face in the bleached ceramic floor, hoping to die of shame. Instead, Izumi picked her up by the ponytail.

"Look at this mess!" The quiet, polite Japanese girl was fuming.

With wobbly legs and teary-eyed, Annie muttered a pitiful "sorry" to the spectating crowd as Izumi dragged her back to the doctor.

Per the doctor's order, Izumi released Annie from her bondage and unhooked all the devices. She wasn't gentle about it.

"Glad you climaxed. My hypothesis is confirmed: public humiliation enables your orgasm."

Exhausted, Annie slouched in the chair, mind ringing, still feeling phantom vibrations in her pussy and nipples. "Hypothesis?"

"Since FSEs weren't enough, Izumi and I discussed further stimulation. She suggested, based on college stories and your behavior, that you're a lesbian and a woman's touch would work."

Annie threw her limp neck back to stare up at Izumi, "You stripped naked and fucked me to prove a point?"

Izumi scoffed, displeased at being wrong.

"Not a point, and not a fucking. Academic research. Your stories and temperature spike when Izumi nearly paraded you naked suggested my public humiliation hypothesis."

Every time he said "public humiliation," it was like a gut punch. She couldn't be like that. She is not a pervert.

"So we devised a scenario to test it." The doctor didn't try to hide his joy over his verified theory. His tone changed. For the first time since she met him, Annie sensed friendliness in his voice.

"You are a very interesting case, Miss Jackson. A medical anomaly. If you agree, I would love to publish my findings."

Annie did not like the sound of anything starting with 'pub' right now, "I don't know..." she tried to wriggle out of his anticipating gaze.

"It would completely subsidize your treatment. And of course maintain full anonymity."

Seeing no fault, Annie agreed.

***

Epilogue

Annie woke slowly in the recovery room, sedated from surgery. She heard the doctor talking, not to her but about her.

"This is Annie Jackson, admitted for over-lactation and climax difficulty."

His casual tone about her private issues humiliated her. Opening her eyes, she saw him with a bunch of medical students, including Izumi and other familiar college faces, on rounds.

"Is she the one you told us about? The one you are writing a paper about?" a student asked.

"That's the one," he tapped her leg twice as if she were a prize pig in a carnival. He pulled the blanket off and revealed a completely naked Annie. She tried to cover herself, but found her limbs tied to the bed.

"Hey!" Annie protested. Not that she thought it would help.

Ignoring her, he extended a telescopic pointer. "These," he pointed at Annie's nipples, now containing piercings, "are lactation suppressors. They apply pressure on the tube and prevent leakage. And that," he pointed at her clit, which was pierced as well, "is a stimulation enhancer. questions?"

Several hands rose.

"What's the recovery time?"

"Compared to regular piercings? None, surgical precision piercing. It will hurt for a day or two at most."

"So in case of pregnancy, she can just take them off."

"Great question. No. The recovery time is negligible, but they must stay for six months to avoid infection. Luckily, pregnancy gives you nine months' notice."

The students laughed.

The students laughed.

"Does it work?" a handsome student asked.

"We will run more rigorous stimulation tests before releasing her, but you can see for yourself right now," he invited the student to approach.

"Hey," was all Annie thought to say as the pretty boy loomed over her, still trying to wiggle out of her restraints.

Real smooth Annie. Maybe next time when you are strapped naked to a bed, you can ask him out.

With a gloved hand, he touched the clit piercing and sent shock waves of pleasure through Annie. She was not prepared for such a strong reaction, causing her to moan and arch her back.

"As you can see, works great! Izumi, photograph the initial results."