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Alena
The cleansing ritual, with Doc, in the clinic, usually happened a few days after the punishment ritual, so I wasn’t surprised that this was my first stop. Often, whoever had a recreational session with me that day would come and watch, and sometimes more than one person would be there, in addition to Doc. It piled humiliation upon the already shameful ritual - but you would never catch me telling the truth, which was that, like so many other forms of humiliation and submission, I liked it.
Knowing that Scar, or Tor, or some other man, would be there watching me as Doc cleaned me and inspected me, like I was a piece of meat, was oddly titillating.
I slipped the robe from my shoulders and tried a half-smile at Doc – who was usually serious – but he did not look at me. Another column of gooseflesh rose from my lower back along my spine.
I shed the robe anyway, because that was what I always did, and I climbed on the table, preparing to assume the position he usually wanted me in: chest to the table, ass in the air, legs tucked beneath my hips and bottom.
The door opened as I was arranging myself, and a disgruntled looking Tor walked through, with Scar behind him, and then Black. My heart had already kicked into a bloodcurdling pace upon seeing Tor, but having so many of them come into the room seemed both ominous, and at the same time, maybe safer.
Especially if Black was there.
Doc didn’t waste any time. He moved the plug in and out a few times, pulling on it, twisting it, running through a checklist of his, I suppose. He then withdrew it, and ran his finger along the rim of my ass, testing the tenderness of each place he paused at by prodding it a little, until I squirmed or mewled.
He fed something into my ass, which I never got to see, but knew had to be connected to some kind of tube. The head of the object was smooth and curved, like the head of their cocks or the anal plug. It passed easily inside me, and then Doc kept feeding the object in, sending it deeper and deeper, until I finally whimpered as I started to feel cramps in my abdomen.
He always pulled it back out a little, and then he started to fill me up.
A warm liquid, the temperature of semen and pleasing for the same reasons, began to fill my ass. The fullness built slowly, and then became more and more pleasant, until it began to stretch me inside. Doc worked a smaller plug, one that did not go inside very deep, into my ass.
And then he began to pull apart the lips of my labia, fingers inspecting all the flesh, probing and prodding to see where I was tender. I felt a moving swath of heat, which was maybe a light. And then he fed another object into my pussy, this one solid and heavy, slightly cold. This object spread inside me, slowly, until I murmured that it was too big, at which point he stopped spreading, but left the object inside me, stretching almost to the point of pain.
I could feel the cold air of the room rushing into my interior. Doc inserted other things into me, things I just felt, and only when they brushed against something deep inside of me. One was hot, one vibrated, and one sent an electrical shock that made my fingers twitch.
After this examination, Doc slid the speculum from inside me and I squirmed a little, my full ass starting to feel sore and over-stretched. Which was fine, because the next step was to let the liquid spill from inside me.
This was usually the end, and then Black took me to take a bath or a shower, before I went on to the services of some other man.
But once he was finished, and my face was burning with shame, Doc put a hand on my lower back and pushed me down slightly, making me arch my back. “Just one last thing,” he said, and fed something into my pussy, his palm on my ass and fingers spreading my lips apart.
Whatever it was, it seemed truly diagnostic or medical, slightly uncomfortable as he spun it around against my tender flesh.
I heard someone make a disgruntled sound behind me, but I couldn't identify who.
Doc removed the speculum, and then continued with the procedure as he normally did: releasing the liquid inside my ass by slipping the smaller plug out.
Mysteriously, I was turned on by the knowledge that they were all watching me endure this humiliation, staring at my gaping ass as Doc probed me and cleansed me.
"What the hell is going on?"
This was Tor's voice.
"Orders." This was Black, who had approached the table, and was standing next to me. I dared to look over at him, registering his torso and the shape of his thighs. I didn't dare move my head to look up at him, though I wanted to. I wanted to find some explanation in his eyes, some reassurance that he would protect me from Tor, who was obviously upset.
I felt Black's hand on my lower back. I sensed the tension in the air; it was palpable. And yet no one said anything, or moved, or even made a noise.
"This supposed to mean Cap's got his sights on her?"
This was Tor again, and he caused Scar to inhale so loudly even I could hear it. "Come on, man," Scar said in a low voice.
"It means what it means, Tor," Black hissed. "Alena's going to be examined after her recreational activities -"
"Cap getting at something with that?"
"Ask him."
These two sentences were fired between Black and Tor like punches in a barbaric fight. Black's hand was squeezing my frame, pressing down on me, and I could feel the scary strength in his hand. Tension coiled in his muscles.
