CULTIVATING LILLY CH. 10

Eager to start having sex, Lilly asks to be placed on birth control. Momma takes Lilly to see her gynecologist. Lilly quickly discovers Doctor Malstrom is blessed with a frighteningly large cock. Using Swedish to mask their discussion in front of Lilly, Momma's relationship with Doctor Malstrom is anything but normal. Momma briefs Doctor Malstrom on the progress to transform Lilly from an innocent virgin into their family's trained concubine. Doctor Malstrom cunningly deceives Lilly into allowing him to post videos and photos of her examination on the internet. Answering probing questions about her body and budding sexuality, Lilly is forced to admit things she thought would always remain private. Doctor Malstrom uses a pump to milk his new patient. Her legs spread and locked in the stirrups, Lilly's special place is touched and penetrated by a man for the first time. Lilly is tempted to suck the doctor's cock. Momma and Doctor Malstrom do something shocking in front of Lilly. With no knowledge of how a typical gynecological exam is performed, Lilly is subjected to devices and procedures that take her to new levels of ecstasy, discomfort and humiliation.

The Swedish slang words for cock (kuk) and pussy (fitta, snippa) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

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Momma made the appointment for the following Thursday. That morning, Lilly lied to her parents, saying she wasn't feeling well and that she wasn't going to school. They didn't look happy about it but it was also clear there was nothing they could do to make her go. They left for work about 10 minutes before Momma pulled into the driveway.

As they drove, Momma asked, "Are you nervous?"

Lilly nodded.

"There is nothing to be worried about, honey."

"Okay." But she still felt uneasy.

"He will ask you many questions and take lots of notes. You'll have to take your clothes off so he can conduct a thorough physical examination."

"Okay." She already determined this was going to happen. Lilly may not have visited a gynecologist before but she knew what part of the body he would be examining. At least she no longer had a giant dark bush between her thighs; her best friend had begged to shave it and Lilly had relented. That was months ago and Lilly had maintained a smooth pussy ever since. Cassy had shaved Lilly's special place just yesterday, following their PE class and Lilly spent a few minutes swiping the razor over her pussy in the shower this morning.

Shaving involved touching and whenever she touched herself these days, she felt compelled to masturbate. With the shower still running to mask any noise she made, Lilly sat on the side of the tub, spread her legs and flicked her electric toothbrush. By now she was running late so there was no time to get creative. She simply sat there, dripping wet and cold, with the bristles spinning on her clit until the waves crashed and another delicious orgasm rippled through her body. Whimpering quietly, her breasts shuddered and her thighs quivered before clamping onto the impromptu sex toy. When the moment passed, she set the toothbrush down and gently ran her fingers over her soft billows.

Lilly thought her special place looked rather cute now and wasn't nearly as concerned about showing her to others. She also took some comfort in knowing Doctor Malstrom would not be the first man to take an interest in her pussy. Robby had, last summer, even though back then she thought it looked hideous. Daddy, Uncle Lars and Erik had seen her special place numerous times since she'd befriended Cassy. She determined she would think of them when this stranger began his poking and prodding.

"Some of the tests and procedures may seem odd or invasive but they are all important."

"Okay."

"This is a big step on your journey."

That was one thing about today she was excited about. Assuming the doctor put her on birth control, men would be able to fuck without the fear of becoming pregnant. Her thoughts on this moment had changed since meeting the Vatspalts. Before they came into her life, she imagined her first time would be with the man she would marry. It would take place on her wedding night. There would be candle light and soft music and waves crashing outside some beachside bungalow. This man, whoever he was, would also be a virgin. He would whisper loving things in her ear as he slowly removed her wedding gown. His kisses upon her breasts would be gentle, his tongue soft on her nipples. He didn't really have a cock. She knew it was there, of course, but he would keep it hidden and when he entered her, she wouldn't really feel it. She would open her legs and his hips would slowly piston beneath the covers. He would 'hump' her tenderly and she would lay beneath him quietly. He would look into her eyes and she would kiss him. They would make love.

Looking out the window as Momma drove, that expereince now seemd completely ridiculous. She thought of the excitement of kneeling before Josh and opening her mouth to swallow his cum. She saw Daddy pushing his kuk deeply into Momma's bottom. She considered how excited Louise was to share the expereince of being fucked by four guys at once. She saw Cassy being smothered between her older sister's thighs. Her relationship with her electric toothbrush had been born from using one on Cassy's pussy. She remembered the stretching sessions with her wine bottle. And every day, without protest, she undressed in the locker room and performed for Shelly and all the others. Had she actually grown to enjoy that as well? The Vatspalts had shown her a way to maintain her dignity when faced with total humiliation. It was difficult to admit, but her special place knew better and the little wet spot in the crotch of her panties was there. She felt it being made the moment she stepped foot into the locker room.

None of those experiences were anything like she thought. They were better, much better; even when she was forced to display her bouncing tits to the girls in the locker room. Lilly considered the sensation of a man's cock sliding inside her; what the hot stream of his cum injecting her womb would feel like. Would he bend her over a chair? Or would it happen in the back of a car, her heels pressed to the roof? Perhaps it would take place in the shower; the hot steam caressing her body as the man fucked her up against the tile wall. She couldn't wait.

She wasn't surprised when her special place stirred. She found her pussy drooled more and more these days. The mere thought of something sexual triggered the familiar warm dampness between her legs. She wanted to play with herself and figured if she did so, Momma wouldn't mind.

Last Sunday, on the yacht, had been a special day. Momma had shown her the proper way to pleasure a man with her mouth. Thinking back to that lovely afternoon, a thick drop of her snippa's essence emerged from her flower. It slowly oozed down, between her buttcheeks, and she signed when it pooled in her asshole.

When she had drained Uncle Lars and Momma congratulated her on taking another important step, she thought she'd never felt happier in her life. Momma was happy, too. She was so happy, she took Lilly back to a stateroom where Daddy was resting and put her to work on his cock as well. That time Momma told her to let Daddy take the lead. She didn't protest when he grapsed her braided pigtails, held her head in place, and slowly fucked her mouth.

When he came, she swallowed...like a good girl. Daddy's extract was as delicious as Uncle Lars and she wished she could do it all over again. When she looked Daddy in the eye, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to prove she had finished her dessert, he laughed and gathered her in his arms for a warm embrace. His slowly drooping kuk, covered with her saliva, pushed against her pleat and the impulse to climax was so strong, her knees nearly buckled.

Lost in her thoughts, it was Momma's words that brought Lilly back to the van. "The girls and I go through the same examination every time we see him."

"Okay." She sat with her heels up on the seat, stretching the short cotton dress over her knees, her arms wrapped around them. Opening her legs a bit kept the garment from sticking to the drool leaking from her fitta. Cold air from the car's air conditioner wicked across her femininity, drying her extract almost as soon as it oozed from her body.

Thirty minutes later Momma parked the van along a treelined street bordered by large, well-preserved Victorian homes. Lilly was surprised when they approached the steps of one with a lovely wrap-around porch complete with a swing. It didn't look like any other doctor's office she'd visited before. In small gold letters on the corner of the ornate wood-and-glass-adorned door she read: Malstrom Gynecology, Inc. Mamma pushed the doorbell and after a moment Lilly heard a quiet buzz and clunk.

Stepping into a foyer with beautiful wood flooring, Lilly saw the doors straight ahead and to the left were closed. A grand staircase ascended to the home's upper floors. To the right was what she assumed was the waiting room. The furniture was sturdy and clean and was clearly period-correct. Dappled sunshine filtered through the lead glass windows, casting a comforting glow. She took a seat while Momma went across the room and pushed a button on an intercom. A man's voice responded and Momma let him know they were in the waiting room.

"Aside from the doctor being Swedish, one of the reasons I chose this practice was the location," Momma said. "Many of the homes in this neighborhood have been converted to small businesses. This is so much more intimate and comfy. There is nothing more humiliating than sitting in a cold, sterile, office building when your visiting the doctor for such a personal matter." Lilly nodded. She had been worried about that exact experience. "Doctor Malstrom runs a very small practice, which is something I also prefer. There is no office staff and he only sees one patient at a time so you aren't in a waiting room with a bunch of strangers."

Looking around the room, Lilly said, "I like this better, Momma. Thank you for suggesting it. There was no way I'd be able to do this visit with my mom's gynecologist. If she found out I was on birth control, she would probably damn me to Hell."

Momma placed a hand on Lilly's thigh, pulling her dress up in the process. "You're an adult, honey. You can do whatever you want with whomever you want." Momma leaned over and kissed Lilly on the cheek. "I'm honored you have so much faith in me that you'd come to see my doctor. I think you're going to like him." Looking down, she frowned, "Honey, we don't sit with our legs crossed, do we?"

"Sorry, Momma. I'm just nervous."

Patting Lilly's knee, the woman said, "If there is anyplace in the world you can display your vagina without concern, this is the place. Now, do as I say and open your legs, dear."

Knowing the dress was short enough that her special place would be revealed when she spread her thighs, Lilly obeyed and, almost on cue, her pussy went damp. "Yes, Momma."

As they sat, Lilly nervously scrolled through her phone. Mrs. Vatspalt read a magazine. The doctor, a very attractive older man wearing medical scrubs, emerged from the door 10 minutes later.

Lilly stood but hesitated. "Will you come with me?"

Mrs. Vatspalt smiled, ran her hand beneath Lilly's dress and patted her bottom. "Of course I will, sweetie."

Entering the room, Lilly determined the space had probably once been the home's kitchen. It was covered with sparking white tiles on the floor and half way up the walls. The other half was painted plaster in a soft pink tone. It looked like most of the original cabinets remained but the appliances had been removed. A large window that was probably positioned over the sink at one time, opened to a lush backyard.

The examination table sat in the dead center and was well lit. The bed was covered in black vinyl and a pair of stirrups mounted to metal rods emerged from one end. It appeared as if the other end could be raised to elevate the patient's head and torso. Without a word, she slid up onto the examination table and Momma stood by her side. Lilly took the woman's hand in hers.

A few minutes later, Dr. Malstrom opened the door and greeted Mrs. Vatspalt with a hug. He was wearing the same scrubs but had now donned a crisp white medial coat. "Anna, it's wonderful to see you again." They exchanged pleasantries and he asked about Louise and Cassy. "Did Louise enjoy her weekend with her friends?"

"She had a terrific time. They are nice boys and Louise said they were very polite."

"That's good to hear. I'm pleased they enjoyed themselves."

"I heard you went back to Sweden," she said.

"Yes, just for a few weeks. A doctor I know in Stockholm requested I examine her two daughters as a professional courtesy. As you know, I split my time between my practices here, in Sweden, and in Amsterdam."

"Yes, it's getting more difficult to book appointments with you," Momma said. She didn't sound pleased. "I prefer it when you examine me and the girls, Doctor. The other doctor's post exam procedure isn't optimal."

"There may come a time when I sell my practice here to Doctor Lewis. She's supremely qualified and has a good head for business. But trust me that I will give all of my patients plenty of notice if that happens."

And then he turned to Lilly, his smile was genuine and radiant. "And who is this beautiful young woman?"

Lilly blushed and Momma said, "Dr. Malstrom, this is Lilly. She's Cassy's best friend." Both Momma and the doctor began speakng Swedish and Lilly had no idea what they were saying.

Mrs. Vatspalt: "This is the girl we told you about. We've been training her for months and she's progressing nicely. As always, we found a virgin. This one is special because she was raised in a very religious home with strict parents. She has been a fun challenge."

Doctor Malstrom: "Have you been able to isolate her from her parents?"

Mrs. Vatspalt: "Mostly, yes. She now spends every weekend in our home, under our supervision. She fights with them regularly. She was incredibly body conscious because of her pubic hair and tits. Your patient...I think her name is Shelly...was bullying her at school about them when we arranged her first 'random' meeting with Cassy."

Doctor Malstrom: "I saw Shelly here yesterday. After her post-exam procedure, she told me about what's been happening in the locker room at school. How is Lilly's relationship with Cassy progressing?"

Mrs. Vatspalt: "Wonderfully. As far as we can tell, Cassy is her only friend at this point. Cassy took her under her wing and within a few weeks, she'd shaved Lilly's pussy and had her at our house regularly. It's the usual approach so far: Gain the girl's confidence, walk around not wearing much clothing, talk about sex every now and then, let her know we think she's beautiful."

Doctor Malstrom: "She is beautiful. More beautiful than the picture you shared. I'm eager to...attend...to her breasts."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "We thought you'd like them. We got her to start drinking and she lets her guard down when she's drunk. Cassy masturbated in front of her and Liam showed her the video of her in the pool with her legs spread. She was completely humiliated. Liam and I spent more than an hour with her in our bedroom one evening. We broke her down mentally. She was crying hard and completely at her wits end. And then we slowly built her back up, gaining her trust. She believes we know what's best for her and she wants to please us. We just keep telling her this is part of a normal journey of sexual discovery and she's buying it. Louise showed her the video of the gang bang in the hotel and even jacked one of her boyfriend's off into Lilly's mouth. She's seen Liam and I fuck numerous times, although she doesn't know that we know she's watching. Lars joined in the training a few weeks ago. We can tell she has a crush on him."

Doctor Malstrom: "That's good. How about the exhibiton of her body? I see you've got her sitting with her legs spread."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "That took some time but she's doing wonderfully. We are at the point where she is showering with the kids. Cassy and Louise showed her how to shave Erik's balls, which she now does every weekend, although she's bashful about allowing him to shave her. She only allows Cassy and Louise to do that. She no longer wears underwear or a bra when she's with us in public. Cassy has trained her to strip down to her panties and a ratty old tanktop that hardly covers her tits the moment she enters our house. When she visits or stays the night, we are all regularly nude around her and she's become comfortable being naked around us as well. Last weekend Cassy and Louise convinced her to spread her legs in front of the museum. She enjoyed knowing that strange men were looking at her pussy and taking her picture.

Doctor Malstrom: "Yes, Liam told me about that. She's making good progress. He also shared what happened on the yacht."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "I was very proud of Erik. He did exactly what he was supposed to do and it scared her. We took a more gentle approach with Lars and she was eager to learn. She swallowed like Louise had taught her and then I took her to see Liam, where she also performed wonderfully. Erik reported to me that she sucked him off for the first time in the shower last Sunday. Apparently, Louise had asked her to do it and she obeyed without question. She was practically begging for it. Getting her interested in me and the girls is going a bit more slowly, but progress is being made. She let me suck her tits last weekend and then she voluntarily did the same to me. She's turning into a very good slave and doesn't have a clue. We are all anxious to turn her out but we have to be patient. She's at a delicate stage."

Doctor Malstrom: "That's wonderful news, Anna. Simply wonderful. This exam should help Lilly along her journey. Let's see if we can convince her to suck me off today. If she's willing to do it with a complete stranger, she's ours for the taking."

Mrs. Vatspalt: "This is one of my favorite experiences with any trainee. She's almost there, Gustov. Almost. I think I can get her to do it."

Doctor Malstrom: "Okay, let's proceed as usual. If she protests, let's fall back to our normal routine. I also left the phony sexuality study pamphlet on the counter in the bathroom. It's important she reads it. Typically the pressure on the patient's bladder and my use of the speculum is enough to trigger the desire to urinate. If not, tell her to use the restroom before you both leave."

As they talked, Lilly got a better look at the doctor. He was about Mr. Vatspalt's age, maybe a few years older. Perhaps it was his Swedish heritage, but Lilly thought she could see a faint resemblance to Momma around his eyes. He looked slender and fit in his white coat, which he wore open. Beneath this, he wore snug-fitting light-green medical scrubs, his smooth chest tanned and visible atop the V of his shirt. His hair was brown and cut short. He looked scholarly and bookish, with stylish thick-rimmed tortoise-shell glasses. Stepping across the small space, he shook Lilly's hand. It was warm and soft.

"Hello Lilly. It's nice to meet you. How are you today?" His English was tinged with the same sexy Swedish accent she'd grown to love.

Lilly smiled tightly. "It's nice to meet you."

"Doctor, this is Lilly's first time seeing a gynecologist," said Momma. "She was nervous about asking her mother so I stepped in."

He looked at Lilly. His smile was sincere. "Well, you have nothing to be nervous about, young lady. Taking charge of your sexual and reproductive health is an important step in becoming a woman. But it can be difficult asking your mother and it's very common for girls to bring someone else with them the first time."

He took a seat on a rolling stool and scooted close to the exam table. As Momma had asked, she sat with her thighs apart and the Doctor openly gazed between them. She had to look down at him from her higher perch on the examination table. Spreading his legs as he moved the stool to the side of the table, his scrubs pulled tight around his legs and it was obvious he wore no underwear. It was impossible not to notice his overtly thick kuk.

"Before we get started, Lilly, I want you to be aware that I photograph and take a video record of my patient examinations." He pointed to several discreet black domes mounted on the walls and Lilly noticed three more cameras on rolling tripods. "This allows me to review my examinations and track my patients' physical well-being over the course of my care for them." Doctor Malstrom opened a cabinet and Lilly saw multiple video screens, all in color and each with a different view of the examination room. Several screens contained close-up views of the table itself, including one from directly overhead. "I'd like you to look at that camera on the wall and read the card just below it."

The card had large black letters and spaces where it was obvious she was meant to provide her personal information.

Swallowing, she read, "My name is Lillith Gwendolyn Pierce. I am nineteen years old. My date of birth is May 17, 2001. I am here today of my own free will and grant approval of the examination and all procedures conducted on my person by the staff of Malstrom Gynecology Incorporated. I do hereby grant and bestow all digital video and still images captured during my exam as the sole property of Malstrom Gynecology Incorporated. Said business indefinitely maintains the right to provide videos and images of my examination to a server where they will be stored. These files may be viewed and/or downloaded by outside third parties not affiliated with this practice and said business maintains the sole right to financially benefit from records captured during this and any other examination conducted of me by this practice." Lilly didn't entirely grasp what she'd just read but she quickly realized she didn't care. Her cheeks bloomed when she saw what came next.

She didn't say anything until Momma touched her shoulder. "Go on, honey."

She continued. "I understand the examination I am about to undergo requires me to remove my clothing, including my bra and panties, and that it is necessary for me to remain nude throughout my time in this room. During this examination, the doctor is permitted to touch, manipulate and stimulate my breasts with his hands and any other instruments he deems customary or necessary. I understand and permit the doctor to use his hands to touch, manipulate, stimulate and penetrate my vagina and anus. I also understand procedures undertaken during this exam will employ instruments that will manipulate, stimulate and penetrate my vagina and anus. My consent applies to the previous statements made by me, Lillith Gwendolyn Pierce, on today's date, August 13, 2020."

The doctor nodded. "Thank you, Lilly. America is such a litigious country and these statements protect us both."

There was so much legal gobbly-gook Lilly was unsure what she'd said, especially at the beginning. She never considered the exam would also involve her breasts. But she did know she'd just agreed to allow a man to touch the most intimate places on her body and that she would be penetrated, including her asshole. Her sense of unease grew.

"I'm going to ask you some general questions about your health."

Thinking back to what she'd just read she asked, "Don't you want me to take my clothes off first?" She moved to unbutton her dress.

"Not quite yet, Lilly," he said, "but I appreciate your enthusiasm." He shared a smile with Momma and Lilly felt silly for asking such a dumb question.

She nodded but said nothing. He pulled one of the rolling cameras close and Lilly saw her face appear on one of the screens, the hard light in the room made her look pale, and two rosey flourishes sat on her cheeks. Looking away, she pretended to stare at the floor between his legs. The medical scrubs reminded Lilly of the opaque lounge pants Daddy wore around his home. They were very lightweight; his skin tone was clearly visible. His manhood, which was also displayed beneath the thin fabric, lay heavily along his thigh.

Lilly was shocked at its size. Even soft, it seemed as if it might be as thick as her wrist. He was obviously circumcised; the plumped knobbed head of his cock large and defined, as were the veins snaking down the imposing shaft. It was easily the largest dick she'd ever seen in person and she was reminded of many of the porn movies she'd watched online. She also thought back to the image her mother had shown her when they had "The Talk" on her eighteenth birthday. Dr. Malstrom was larger than Daddy and even Uncle Lars. Erik and Robby were not even close in size to this man.

Her special place stirred.

Then she found herself considering all of the kuks she'd seen over the last several months and smiled to herself. In her mind, she placed each of them on the wooden wheel she's seen at the museum. As she mentally spun the wheel, she enjoyed their differences and their similarities. They curved in different directions, their veining was similar but also different. The heads varied in shape and size and color when hard. But Dr. Malstrom was an anomaly and she wondered if something like that would fit inside her. Even if her special place could accommodate him, would it hurt?

He asked a long list of general health-related questions and Lilly grew bored of answering them. Then he asked, "Are you experiencing any vaginal discomfort?"

"No, sir."

"Have you noticed any vaginal secretion, aside from blood flow during your menstrual cycle?"

"No."

He paused. "How about when you're sexually aroused?"

Now she understood. She looked up to him, saw her face on the screen over his shoulder, and met his eyes. "Yes, it gets wet when that happens." She left out that it was already damp.

"Good, that's completely normal, Lilly." He jotted in his chartbook. "Is it milky or hazy?"

"No, it's clear."

He noted again. "Good. Have you tasted it?

She blushed and didn't say anything. Momma patted her shoulder. "It's okay, Lilly. You can tell him."

"Yes, I've tasted it."

"Okay, does it have an unpleasant taste or odor?"

Shaking her head, she looked down and said, "It's kind of thick, I guess. It doesn't smell like anything. It's slippery but gets sticky after it dries." Her cheeks burned as she studied the contour of his pants.

He jotted. "Good. That's very good. It's slippery to allow for more comfortable penetration. It's your body's natural lubricant." Looking up, he asked, "And your breasts. Any discomfort?"

"No." She thought for a moment. "Well, when I wear a bra, sometimes it's uncomfortable. They are so tight. Most of them don't fit right and they squish my boobs."

He nodded, looking at her chest. The pink polka dot shirt dress she wore was borrowed from Louise. Momma had handed it to her as they drove to the doctor's office. Sized for the smaller girl, it pulled tightly across Lilly's breasts. Low cut and flimsy; her unrestrained tits and the bumps of her nipples were visible beneath the thin material. Reaching to the top button, he asked, "May I?" Lilly nodded and he began fiddling.

As he worked, he said, "There is nothing wrong with not wearing a bra, Lilly." Reaching her bellybutton, he opened the dress and let it fall from her narrow shoulders. Even though she was exposed to a complete stranger, it felt good to be free of the tight-fitting garment.

He looked at Mrs. Vatspalt, the bulbous points of her breasts obvious in her silk camisole minidress. It hung low and loose, leaving most of her flesh exposed. "Like Anna, most European women refuse to wear them. In fact, I advise my patients - even my larger-breasted American patients - not to wear them." He turned back to Lilly, his appraising gaze on her flesh. "I'm pleased to see you aren't wearing one, either. There is no reason to be uncomfortable. Recent studies have actually shown the health benefits of not wearing one. The false support a bra provides can often lead to poor posture. Without a bra, the woman is forced to stand up straighter, building her abdominal, back, shoulder and pectoral muscles. Fundamentally, a bra is lazy." He jotted a note. "Any discharge from your nipples?"

"No, sir."

Pulling the camera back to place her body in-frame, he said, "Okay." He set the chart down and looked at her. "Go ahead and undress. Please remain visible on the camera."

Sliding off the table, Lilly pulled her dress over her head and handed it to Momma. The room was chilled. Goosebumps covered her body and her nipples went taut; taking the upturned attitude they always did when aroused.

Dr. Malstrom was shuffling some instruments on a small rolling table and when he finally looked up, he said, "Okay, honey, let's take some measurements." He dug a tape measure from a drawer and going down on his knees, wrapped it around her hips, "24-inches." She noticed him staring at her pussy. She also noticed he was getting hard; his cock pushing against the scrubs and creating a very noticable bulge.

His hands moved the tape measure to her waist, but his eyes remained fixed on her sex. She wondered if he could telll she was leaking. After a moment, he said "20-inches." Standing, he asked her to lift her arms, then wrapped the tape around her torso, snuggling the two ends directly between her breasts. The tape covered her nipples; his gloved knuckles pressed against her flesh. "26 inches. What is your cup size?"

"D."

He noted this in his log and then proceeded to take multiple measurements around her body, including the length of her arms and legs. He next asked her to stand on a scale. "At 115 pounds, you're a few pounds underweight for your age and height. Ideally, you should weigh 118-122 pounds. You'll want to keep an eye on that." He noted her measurements in his log. "Okay, stand against the measuring marks on the wall, face forward, heels together and back straight." He turned one of the video cameras toward her.

The wall was cold but she stood still as Doctor Malstrom took several pictures with an expensive looking camera. She couldn't look into the lens, it was embarrassing. Instead, she looked between Dr. Malstrom's legs. She didn't believe he was fully erect, but his cock clearly strained against the scrubs more than it had a few minutes earlier. She was struck by how honest a cock seemed to be. A man couldn't hide its size or its intentions and she liked that. There was no second-guessing how a man felt when you could see his cock. She grinned slightly.

"Now, place your feet on the Xs on the floor." Lilly looked down and saw two marks and spread her feet widely to accommodate the doctor's request. He took more pictures and then said, "That's great, Lilly. Now, do you see the two handles above your head? Grab those, please."

She had to go on to her tiptoes to reach them and they were spaced widely apart as well. On the video screen, she saw her body stretched into a long X, her ribs showing and her muscles taut. The awkward position resulted in her breasts being pulled upward and her pussy opened into a small W between her thighs. He came close, taking more pictures, and despite the cold, clinical environment, there was a small bit of excitement in having a man capture her nude body on camera. She hoped her special place didn't drool on the floor. It would be humiliating if he knew how turned on she was.

"You may let go of the handles and close your legs. Turn to your left and face the window. Stand up straight." She heard more digital clicks. "Okay, now turn around and face the poster." Lilly turned and faced a medical diagram of the vagina with an erect penis seated inside. "Now turn away from me and face the wall, pressing your breasts to the surface." She heard several more electronic clicks before she was required to place her feet on the marks and take hold of the handles.

"Okay, that's great. We're finished with those images. Please hop up on the table for me." When Lilly was seated, he took pictures of her breasts from different angles and distances. Setting the camera aside, he pressed a stethoscope to her chest and back and asked her to take deep breaths. Satisfied, he asked that she lay face down on the table. She grunted quietly when he parted the cheeks of her bottom. She felt his gloved finger - covered with something warm and slick - circle the tightness of her butthole. It actually felt nice, but she started when he inserted a thermometer. "This will only take a minute," he said. That done, she sat back up and he took her pulse and blood pressure, noting them in the chart. "I'm going to conduct a breast examination."

"Okay." The lubricant he'd pushed in her butt slowly oozed out and she didn't care for the sensation.

He pulled a video camera over and focused it on her breasts before pulling a second one close to her face. "Sit up straight," he said. "Lean back on your hands and push your breasts forward." He went to the other side of the examination table, behind her, and she watched the screens as he ran his hands beneath her breasts, cupping them and then lifting them gently. His large hands massaged her flesh and she found the experience of watching it on a screen incredibly pleasurable.

Next, he glided his hands over them, the rubber gloves skidding and pulling against her skin. He came back around and faced her, appraising. Then he squeezed her breasts from various places and each time Lilly winced. He wasn't gentle. "Sorry," he said, "I'm feeling for any masses." Over his shoulder, she watched as he dug his fingers deeply into her flesh, adjusted his hands and dug again, starting at the base of each breast and slowly working toward her areolas. This went on and on and when she let out a groan he apologized.

Grimacing, she said, "It's okay. It just hurts a little."

Next, he compressed them between his hands, nearly crushing them flat, and then ground his palms together. "Ow!" Her nipples looked as if they might pop off. Dark blue veins could be seen just below the strawberry skin of her areolas.

When he stopped, he said, "Almost finished. You're doing great." He made a couple of notes on her chart and said, "Now your nipples."

Using his index fingers, he swirled them around her areolas. He then depressed her nipples deeply into her breasts, like buttons, pushing inward until they would go no further. It felt like two thick needles stabbing into her flesh. She whimpered, sounding like a small, wounded animal, but remained still.

"Almost done," he said, retracting his fingers. Her nipples emerged bright-red and puffed. He pinched them with force, twisting them as he did this. Lilly mewed, a tear tumbled down her cheek. He tugged, pulling hard and stretching the areolas outward. And now she did cry; her eyes tightly shut, tears rolling down her cheeks, and Momma comforted her. "It's only for a moment, sweetheart. You can do it."

"Okay. But he's hurting me."

"I know, honey," said Momma. "But it's how he can determine if they are healthy."

It felt nothing like Josh's touch or Momma's soft mouth. She pitched forward in pain and he said firmly, "Back straight, please, Lilly, or it will take longer."

She did as he instructed, weeping as he continued his examination. Over his shoulder she caught sight of herself on the screen; she looked pathetic. After what seemed an eternity, he finally stopped. Her breasts, normally cream-white, were bright-red from the abuse, her areolas and nipples raw and aggravated.

As he took more pictures of her breasts, he said, "I wasn't expecting to find anything and I didn't," he scribbled in the chart. "Your nipples respond normally to stimulation." Going to a closet in the corner of the room, the doctor rolled over a machine. Two clear plastic tubes emerged from behind it. They were thin and each ran to a larger glass cylinder. Setting them on the table, he produced a jar of petroleum jelly and proceeded to massage the lubricant over Lilly's breasts. "This helps create a good seal and reduces nipple chafing."

He was being gentle now and it felt good. Her nipples went stiff and her areolas shrunk. When he finished, her breasts were shiny. Placing a cylinder against one of her breasts, he twisted and pushed, forcing her soft flesh inside. A moment later, he had stuffed her other tit into the remaining cylinder. They were tight and it wasn't very comfortable. It was worse than any bra. When the doctor flipped the switch, she moaned and watched as her tits were forcefully sucked further into the glass vessels. He next pressed a button and the machine began to pump, alternating the strength of the suction between each of her tits; pulling them further into the cylinders. Her areolas engorged and turned a dark purple. Her nipples turned to thick gumdrop-sized kernels. With each pump, Lilly gasped.

The doctor rolled the video camera in place and captured the procedure. As she was being pumped, he and Momma chatted. Lilly moaned and finally started to cry. Seeing this, the doctor looked unconcerned. Glancing at a clock on the wall, he said, "You have another eight minutes."

"You can do this, honey," Momma said.

"Okay."

When he finally turned the machine off, her breasts had filled with so much blood, they were nearly purple. They looked grotesque within the cylinders. Her areolas were enormous and had been stretched so much that if it wasn't for the darker color of her nipples, they'd be all but invisible. Releasing the vacuum, a low hiss emitted from the machine. Her breasts snapped back and she gasped again. Twisting the glass to break the seal around her flesh, he examined each cylinder closely. "There is no discharge."

Lilly was annoyed with him. "I already told you that."

Momma was quick to shush her. "Lilly, there is no reason to speak to the doctor with that tone. He's only doing what's best for you."

Lilly turned away; ashamed at her outburst. "Sorry, Momma."

"There is no need to apologize to me, Lilly."

"I'm sorry, doctor. It just didn't feel good."

He was unconcerned. "You aren't the only patient to share her thoughts on that procedure. I'm sorry it's not very comfortable. Unless a woman is lactating, there should be no emission from her nipples, even under the stress the pump puts on her breasts. Had I seen anything in the receptacles, it could have meant you had an infection."

"Oh."

He looked up from his notepad. "Okay Lilly, please turn, lie back and rest your knees here; placing your ankles in the stirrups." He rolled the camera away as Lilly lay back on the examination table. She cried quietly as she rubbed her assaulted breasts, smearing the jelly across her chest and, by accident, her stomach as well. She felt disgusting and the paper the doctor had pulled over the table was sticking to her body. The sensation of the blood being released from her mounds was painful.

Momma said, "I know it hurts, Lilly. They will be back to normal again in no time. I promise."

"Okay, Momma."

Settling on the table, Lilly placed her ankles in the raised stirrups. It was such an exposed position, made more so when the doctor spread the arms of the apparatus apart and locked them in place. He used velcro straps to hold her legs to the knee rests and two robust cuffs to secure her ankles. She was all but immobilized.

"I know it's awkward the first time, honey," said Momma. "But the straps keep you properly positioned for the examination and procedures the doctor has to do." She patted Lilly's knee as she stood next to the doctor. She looked at Lilly's special place and smiled. "It's all normal."

"Okay."

Looking over his glasses, doctor Malstrom said, "This position allows me to better examine your vagina, Lilly."

Lilly said nothing as he rolled a video camera between her thighs and zoomed the lens in close. She could see her special place on the screen behind him. She turned away and looked at the ceiling, where the dark glass eye of another camera stared down at her.

"Do you wax, shave or use a depilatory cream to remove your pubic hair?" he asked.

"I shave."

"And when does your menstrual cycle begin?"

"About the 5th of the month."

"Okay. Do you use a pad or a tampon?"

"A tampon."

She had been a pad user before meeting her second family because her mother said a tampon would tear her hymen. But Mrs. Vatspalt suggested she switch. "It's kind of like a cotton penis," she said. "It will help you get more comfortable inserting other objects or...eventually... having a man's penis inside you." Lilly obeyed without question and asked Cassy to show her how when her period arrived the following month.

"Do you experience any discomfort when inserting or removing it?"

"No."

"Is there any cramping?"

She nodded. "Some, but it's never too bad."

He jotted more notes. "Do you notice any excessive flow?"

Mrs. Vatspalt had coached her as they drove. "Birth control actually helps reduce your menstrual flow, Lilly. He will ask you about this during the examination."

To the doctor, Lilly said, "Yes, it's embarrassing when I'm at school. Sometimes the other girls make fun of me because I have to change my tampon in the locker room before PE."

He made some notes in the chart. "Okay, I'm going to take a few more pictures now." He stood between Lilly's knees and aimed the camera at her sex. She continued looking at the ceiling as he captured the images. "Lilly, please spread your labia with your fingers."

"Okay." Watching the camera, she slid her hands between her thighs and dug her fingers between the folds of her special place to flay her lower lips open.

The doctor said, "That's perfect. Please hold them open while I take these photos." She listened to the little mechanical clicks and then he rolled the video camera between her thighs. Satisfied, he finally said, "Thank you Lilly, you may remove your fingers. I'm going to begin the physical examination of your vagina now."

Another first happened: A man touched her special place. He pressed his fingers into the mounded hillox of her smooth mons in different places. "The mons presents as plumped and soft to the touch, which is normal." And then the doctor went lower, lightly tracing the ridges of her pussy. Lilly liked the feeling. He continued lazily running his fingers over her contours and after a few minutes she felt the warm moisture leak from between her lips. That dampness, always welcomed with her arousal, however, was now embarrassing. How could she be turned on by such a thing as a medical examination of her special place? Lilly tried to close her knees but the straps held her in place. Her cheeks went pink.

"It's perfectly normal to become sexually aroused, I am trying to gauge your arousal by massaging your vagina in this way," he said. "The vagina is meant to be touched and penetrated and stretched." She thought back to Daddy's comments and grinned up at Momma.

Doctor Malstrom's tone was even and conversational as his gentle probing continued; never taking his eyes off her fitta. "It's a nerve center and pleasure is derived from those nerves being stimulated."

Momma nodded and said, "It happens to me and the girls, too. It's okay to enjoy it, Lilly. Now, just try and relax." She chuckled, "After all, Dr. Malstrom knows what he's doing."

"Okay." Lilly looked at the camera in the ceiling and thought of shaving Erik's kuk and balls.

Next, Doctor Malstrom took hold of her lower lips and bent close, pulling them apart. "There are no lesions or other labial malformations on the outer labia majora. They are pink and healthy." He burrowed further, roughly tugging at the smaller inner lips and she grimaced. "The labia minora also appear healthy." He rolled the cart closer and said, "Lilly, next I'm going to apply a pair of small clamps to your inner labia. The clamps have rubber tips so you will feel a little pressure but I won't hurt you. I'm going to tape the clamps to your thighs. I'm spreading your labia to expose your clitoris."

"Okay." She continued to stare at the ceiling, trying to appear calm as the doctor manipulated her special place. The clamps didn't pinch. The only discomfort came when their cold handles were taped to her thighs. "Lilly, your hymen is no longer intact. Are you sexually active?"

She shook her head. "No."

"How was it torn?"

"Gymnastics."

"I see. That's very normal for girls who participate in athletic activities that stretch the vagina."

He made more notes. "Do you masturbate?"

Her cheeks burned and she closed her eyes. "Yes."

"Excellent. That's completely normal and healthy behavior. When did you start?

"A few months ago."

"How often?"

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Mrs. Vatspalt said, "It's okay, Lilly. These questions help the doctor understand his patient."

"Probably once a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less."

"Did you masturbate prior to your visit here today?"

Lilly gulped. Could he somehow tell what she'd done in the shower? "Yes."

"Okay. Do you only stimulate your clitoris or do you penetrate yourself?"

"Both."

"That's good. And aside from your fingers, do you stimulate yourself with other objects?"

"Yes."

"And what would those be?"

Lilly was mortified but she knew there was no escaping the admission. "My hairbrush and an electric toothbrush." She had returned the screwdriver to her father's tool chest shortly after her mother brought home the toothbrush; the dental instrument's handle was just as thick and the swirling bristles on her clit were more pleasurable. She was also worried about her father noticing the missing tool.

"That's also normal, Lilly, for someone your age. As long as they are clean, I encourage you to keep using them. Anything else?"

Lilly said nothing and after a moment, Momma said, "Lilly..."

Lilly gulped. "And a wine bottle."

"Okay. That's nothing to be embarrassed about, Lilly, and completely normal." He made some notes. "I actually recommend to patients who have recently started penetrating themselves that they experiment with larger objects. The vaginal opening, even after the hymen is torn, is small. Stretching it will ease the discomfort of your first experience of penile penetration," he said. "It's not uncommon for girls to also use vegetables. Many of my patients use a cucumber or zucchini." He chuckled. "I actually don't know the difference." Holding up the camera, he said, "I'm going to take more pictures of your vagina."

He bent and placed the lens close to her special place. Lilly didn't say anything as the electronic clicks buzzed. She thought back to a recent trip to the grocery store when her mother had asked her to select a cucumber from the produce area. Although far larger than any penis she'd seen, as she hefted in her hand, she considered what it might feel like to penetrate herself with it.

"Next, I'm going to administer a labial blood flow test. Aside from exposing your clitoris, the clamps peel your inner labia open, exposing the softest, most sensitive tissue deeper inside your vagina. This area is what I'm going to focus on next," the doctor said, "Proper blood flow increases vaginal sensation and pleasure."

"Okay." She had no idea what he was talking about.

He held up what looked like a small spatula. It was flat, but with rounded edges. "I'm going to use this instrument to lightly slap each inner labial lip."

Lilly was worried. "Is it going to hurt?"

He said, "If everything is working normally, you will feel a slight sting. But I will go quickly, okay?"

Lilly only nodded and closed her eyes. "You're doing great, honey," said Momma.

Doctor Malstrom positioned a video camera between her thighs and went to the left side first, slapping the exposed tissue five times in quick succession. Lilly tried to swivel her hips away. It wasn't exactly painful but it wasn't pleasant either. "Oh!"

He gazed at her special place and made some notes. "Okay, now the right side." And before Lilly could prepare herself the instrument landed flatly against the other lip five more times.

"Ow! Ow! Owwww!"

Momma cooed, "That's all sweetie. He's finished. You did wonderfully." She stared intently at Lilly's special place.

Doctor Malstrom pressed his finger to her fluffed lower lips while taking more pictures. "Absolutely normal, Lilly. They have flushed and engorged, just as they should." He patted her foot. "You may feel increased pressure on your labia because of the clamps. This is normal."

"That kind of hurt," she said.

"Sorry, Lilly," said Momma. "I don't really enjoy that part either."

"Next, I am going to administer a clitoral stimulation procedure to gauge your climax responses."

"Um, okay."

"I'm going to attach a special piece of tape to your clitoris. It has an electrode inside of it that will administer a small current of electricity."

Doctor Malstrom set about his task and when he pushed the tape to her blossom, Lilly asked, "Is it going to hurt?" Electrical shocks to her clit didn't sound enjoyable.

"Not at all," he said. It's a very low current." He pulled one of the video cameras next to the table, extended the arm and aimed the lens at her face.

"The device is designed to make you have an orgasm," Momma said. "It feels tingly." She was smiling.

He said, "That's a good way to describe it, Anna." He looked at Lilly. "All I'm going to do is turn this little knob. I want you to take deep breaths and relax. Just let your body respond naturally. Just try and forget that we are here."

"Okay."

"There are handles on the side of the table," he said as he rolled another video camera next to her special place. "You are welcome to use them at any time."

"Okay."

"Here we go," he said. After a moment, he asked, "Do you feel anything?"

"No."

He nodded. "Very few patients feel the lowest level, especially those who are masturbating or have already torn the hymen. Here is level two."

It felt just as Mrs. Vatspalt said it would. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was very focused. "I feel that," she said.

"Good, I'm going to leave it here for a few minutes."

Time seemed to slip away. The machine made a low humming noise each time an electrical charge was administered. After only a few minutes, the first small ripples of an orgasm began to flow. Unaware, Lilly began to pivot her hips, her eyes closed and she tilted her head up. She thought of Uncle Lars laying her across the table in the yacht and spreading her legs.

"Now level three. There is noticeable vaginal flow, Lilly. That's as it should be."

There was a jump in stimulation and Lilly sucked in her tummy. She looked between her thighs. "Oh!"

"Just relax," he said. "Put your head back and take deep breaths." Lilly did as he suggested, her eyes focused on the camera lens in the ceiling. The doctor said, "Okay, I'm going to leave it here for a few minutes. Relax your body."

The sensation was intense and direct, not like her toothbrush at all, which she typically moved around her sex. It was similar to the feeling she experienced when her foot fell asleep, only on a much smaller and more sensitive part of her body. The concentric circles were moving faster from her center. She felt the first beads of sweat on her forehead. Her tummy occasionally convulsed and her thighs tightened, rattling the stirrups. In her mind, she saw Uncle Lars pressing the tip of his beautiful dick to her pussy.

"Let's try level four."

Lilly yipped and involuntarily tried to close her knees; the stirrups clanked. "Oomph."

Doctor Malstrom made notes in his charts. "You're doing great, Lilly. Let's leave it at this level for a moment."

Lilly didn't answer. She huffed. Waves of pleasure were emitting from her button. Writhing atop the table, the stirrups clattered and she heard the sounds she made when she came. Uncle Lars was driving into her now, his strong body on top of hers. She wrapped her thighs around his thrusting hips and Doctor Malstrom said he was going to set the machine to the next level.

The moment that happened, Lilly sat up and grabbed the handles, her knuckles white. "Oh, God!" She yelped and threw her head back as wave after wave broke across her sex. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. She was sweating freely now, her skin shiny under the harsh medical lights. Her breasts heaved and she absently grabbed one, pinching and twisting her nipple as she came. "Jesus!" she said in a tight whisper.

"You're beautiful when you climax, Lilly," said Momma. She was looking between Lilly's thighs; her smile radiant. "You're doing wonderfully. Just let it take over your body."

"I'm going to let it run on this level for a few minutes," he said.

Lilly fell back onto the examination table, nodding, her hair a wet, auburn nest across her face and neck. She took hold of both breasts and squeezed when another eruption came. "Ah, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming." Tremblers racked her frame as she climaxed; her thighs and breasts quivered violently. And then she went limp, sucking in great gulps of air then expelling them in huffs. Tears welled and tumbled down her cheeks.

He turned off the machine; her body vibrating with small quakes as she came down. She lay there, panting and gasping, one hand squeezing her breast, the other grasping the paper bed cover, which was covered in the jelly he'd applied to her tits.

"The vagina responds normally and positively to stimulation. The labia have opened and flushed." Running his fingers over her sex, he then dipped them deeply inside, which was the first time in her life a man had penetrated her special place. Lilly spasmed at his touch. Holding his hand to the light, his gloved fingers gleamed with her essence. "There is an abundance of vaginal secretion present, which is normal at your age," he said. Then he surprised her.

The doctor touched his tongue to his glistening fingers then slowly licked them; as if he were a connoisseur. Lilly found his actions incredibly arousing. He smiled and said, "Your self assessment was correct, Lilly. Your vaginal discharge looks and tastes as it should. As he jotted in the chart, he spoke, "The first climax arrived in four minutes, thirty three seconds. The second at seven minutes, seventeen seconds." He looked up at Lilly. "You did wonderfully, young lady."

Lilly smiled and nodded and wiped her hair from her face, smearing the jelly across her forehead. She felt like a warm, slimy animal. It was gross but at that moment she didn't care.

He said, "I'm going to set it to cycle through the levels randomly for the next five minutes."

Lilly shook her head, her eyes wide. "No!" came out in a choked whisper. Her special place was numb and tingling all at once. "I don't think I can." She felt completely spent.

Momma was soothing. "I think you can, honey. Let's try."

Lilly shook her head. She was nervous. The feeling of achieving the highest peak of pleasure, that moment of absolute and total abandon, was intoxicating. But her clit felt like an exposed nerve. Looking at one of the screens, it stood erect beneath the opaque medical tape; a small lump rising between her rivened labia, a pink kernel that stood tall against her peeled lower lips. She didn't know it could engorge like that and she stared at it with her mouth slightly open. The intensity was too much. She looked plaintively at Momma. "Please, no." Limp strands of sweat-soaked hair hung around her face. "My, my pussy. My clit..."

Momma frowned. "Lilly, you know how I feel about using the proper language."

"Sorry, Momma." She composed herself. "My clitoris. It's too much on my clitoris." She was pleading. "It's numb and I...I just can't."

The woman stroked her hair. "Yes you can, honey. I believe in you. Let's try one more time."

Lilly stared up at Cassy's mother and pleaded, "But I don't want to, Momma."

Momma only smiled at her. "Will you try it? For me?"

Lilly could see the pride in the woman's face.

"But.."

"Shush, now baby. You can do this. I'm right here with you." She took Lilly's hand in hers.

The doctor said, "It is not necessary to continue, Lilly, other than to establish your ability to achieve another climax. It is your decision."

Lilly looked back to Momma, who said, "Sweetheart, I want you to try."

She had learned so much from the Vatspalts. They had built her up into a self-confident young woman and her desire to make them happy was overwhelming. She owed it to them, and especially to Momma, who had helped her along the way so many times over the last few months. The woman had awakened her sexually and Lilly had loved every minute of the journey. Finding her resolve, Lilly nodded her head slowly. Licking her lips, she lay back on the table and stared at the dark bubble lens in the ceiling. "I'm ready, doctor."

Lilly's moans and yelps and howls came and went as the machine shot her center with bolts of pleasure. Her back arched uncontrollably when the machine hit its highest levels. Her breasts heaved and her toes curled and the tendons in her arms went tight as she held onto the handles. She didn't care that she screamed when her special place felt like white fire or whispered obscenities when the machine cycled down. She felt disconnected and unhinged; uncaring of retaining any composure or self-respect. On some very base level, it was liberating; she didn't know this version of herself existed and its discovery was exhilarating.

When she exploded, it was bone jarring and came with no warning. She had peed before leaving her house this morning, but her bladder released uncontrollably and a small dribble of urine, combined with her feminine lubricant, bubbled from her lower mouth. It was humiliating and joyous at the same time. She laughed and cried and shuttered and said she was sorry for making a mess on the doctor's table. She felt like a baby that had no control of herself. The room smelled of her piss.

Doctor Malstrom and Momma were understanding and supportive.

"It's okay, honey. It happens to me too. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

The doctor said, "At that level of release, Lilly, it's common to urinate. Please don't worry about it."

Her body was drained. "No more," she said. "Oh God, please no more." She sobbed and smiled and grimaced and begged. "I, I can't."

Dr. Malstrom flicked the switch and made a note in his chart. "We can usually coax another climax, especially with younger patients. That last one arrived at twelve minutes, forty-three seconds." He smiled at her, clearly pleased. "You did wonderfully, Lilly." He was scribbling in her chart and as he passed by, Lilly could see his erection pressed to the scrubs. A large dark spot covered the tip of his cock, which was on display as the saturated fabric he'd turned transparent. He wasn't at all concerned or self-conscious about it and she caught Momma looking at it with hunger in her eyes.

Setting her chart down, he approached the table and began turning some knobs on the stirrups. His cock pushed heavily against the pad until it slid up and over it; pointing directly at her special place as he worked. He was long enough that it almost grazed her lower lips. On one of the monitors, she watched it move with his body; rolling and sliding in her piss, it left a trail of his extract smeared across the black vinyl. He then adjusted the stirrups, positioning them further back so that Lilly's knees pressed tightly to her breasts. Standing next to her now, his beastly cock only inches from her face, Dr. Malstrom said, "Lilly, I adjusted the stirrups to better expose your anus. This next set of procedures continues to focus on your vagina while also penetrating your anus. I'm going to start by taking some photos, then I'll conduct a bimanual examination. Do you know what that is?"

She shook her head. She made no attempt to look him in the eye. His cock had her full attention.

Momma spoke and what she said was shocking. "Doctor, I see that Lilly can't take her eyes from your penis."

"Momma!" Lilly nearly yelled. Would the embarrassment and humiliation of this morning ever end? Momma didn't have to say every damn thing on her mind, did she?

Momma only waved a hand at her dismissively. The doctor looked at his sheathed cock. The scrubs were fully saturated and it poked straight out from his body. Pivoting his hips, it landed upon the table next to his patient's face; stout and unyeilding. "It's okay, Lilly," he said. "I am not embarrassed to admit that your examination is arousing. You're an incredibly beautiful young woman."

"Doctor Malstrom becomes aroused when he examines me and the girls, too," said Momma. "As we've discussed many times before, Lilly, arousal is perfectly normal and is to be celebrated."

"Yes, Momma." She was transfixed.

"Doctor, I wonder if you'd be so kind as to lower your pants so that Lilly can see it better."

Lilly was shaking her head but never averted her gaze from the man's impressive dick. Doctor Malstrom didn't say anything. The room went quiet, filled with the gentle hiss of the air conditioning.

He finally spoke. "Would you like to see it, Lilly? I'm not embarrassed to show you."

Her pussy was drooling again, despite the rigors of the forced orgasms; despite peeing herself. She did want to see it. She wanted to see it badly. "Yes." She muttered it almost inaudibly.

The doctor looked at her for a moment, nodded slightly, and untied the scrubs. Pulling the waistband down, the length of his kuk seemed to go forever. When it was finally freed, it sprang upward with force and several drops of thick pre-cum spattered Lilly's face. When it landed on the table, it did so with an audible thud.

"My, God," she said. It was beautiful and terrifying at once.

"Lilly," Momma said, "I want you to take him in your mouth."

Lilly didn't say anything when the doctor stepped closer to the table, his cock inching toward her face. The head was dark purble and was nearly the size of a small plumb. A creamy drop poked out from the tip and it was hot against her lips when he pressed it to her mouth.

She started to open her mouth. "That's my good girl," Momma said.

Lilly closed her lips and kissed the monster's head, pulling its white drool into her mouth. The doctor spasmed and his cock jumped. It startled her and Lilly was suddenly aware that this was all wrong. He was her doctor. He was not someone she knew at all. He wasn't Uncle Lars or Erik or even Daddy. And yet her words spoke the truth. What had come over her?

Pressing her lips closed, she turned her head up, facing the black dome over the table. She had never felt more confused. "I...I can't," she said, although she discovered she was squeezing one breast and fingering herself at the same time. Her special place was sqishy and hot and she took her hand away in embarassment.

She lay there shaking her head and it wasn't until she heard the slurping sounds that she returned her gaze to Doctor Malstrom and Momma. She was shocked at what she saw.

Momma was down on her knees. The doctor had hold of the back of her head and was fucking Momma's face. Momma was gagging on his cock but she managed to swallow him whole. They ignored her completely and as she watched, her fingers once again found purchase in her drenched pussy. Daddy's face flashed across her mind's eye and she quickly pushed the thought away. She didn't want him to distract her from the show.

The doctor was moving more quickly now, thrusting hard enough that Momma's petite frame was rocked back and forth. Her breasts had slid from behind her loose-fitting top and jiggled with each push. She had taken hold of the doctor's hips; hanging on as he pounded his monstrous dick down her throat.

Lilly heard her coming sounds. She was mashing two fingers to her clit, rubbing it hard despite the sensitivity. Doctor Malstrom must have heard her over Momma's strained gags and gurgles because he looked at her at that moment. Pulling Momma hard against his stomach, he grunted and Momma's eyes went big. Lilly saw the woman working her throat; swallowing the doctor's sperm, and at that moment she came like a thunderclap. Her body bucked on the table and the doctor released Momma so they could both watch.

"Oh, God!" Lilly was crying. She'd just watched Momma do something with this man and she suddendly felt a wave of guilt for enjoying it so much. "What did you do, Momma?" Pulling her fingers from her special place, she put them to her mouth, smearing her juices over her lips, she said, "What did I do?"

Momma stood and came to her side, not bothing to tuck her breasts away. She brushed Lilly's hair away and smiled at her sweetly. As if nothing had happened, Momma said, "The doctor was explaining what a bimanual examination is."

He smiled and pulled his pants up. He was as relaxed as Momma about what had just taken place. "It's nothing to be concerned with but it can feel a bit invasive, especially the first time."

Lilly was completely thrown off. She didn't know what to make of anything. She simply asked, "What are you going to do?"

"It's simple and only takes a few minutes, five at the most," he said. "I'm going to insert two fingers into your vagina and at the same time insert a third finger into your anus." Lilly swallowed. That got her attention. Seeing the concern in her expression, he said, "It will help if you follow my breathing instructions." As he spoke, he dipped his gloved hand into a jar of lubricant and spread it over his fingers. Taking position between her bound legs, he asked, "Are you ready?"

Lilly gulped again and finally nodded.

"Okay, take a deep breath."

She felt his fingers gently press to her openings. "Exhale completely, very quickly...now."

He pushed forward with force. Lilly grunted and exhaled and with it came a high-pitched whine as his fingers pressed pass both openings and inside her body.

"That's great, Lilly, you're doing great," he said. "I'm nearly all the way in. Relax, and don't pinch your anus closed. Big breath in....and now, exhale." He pushed further and Lilly mewed. "I'm in, Lilly, you can relax."

Her special place handled the intrusion with ease. Her bottom, however, felt stretched and tight and she was worried she would fart as he began wiggling his fingers. She stopped worrying about what Momma and Doctor Malstrom had done and prayed she didn't shit on his finger. "I'm going to press on your tummy and your mons." He pressed in different places until he found his fingers. The experience was odd. She could feel his fingers inside her body. They seemed to be touching each other which was surprising. She assumed that her organs created a kind of thick layer. But under his probing hands, she felt paper-thin.

It was as if he read her mind. "The wall between a woman's vaginal canal and the rectum is quite thin. This is normal but the sensation a new patient often experiences with this procedure is often surprising and intense. You will experience the same sensation during double penetration," he said.

Lilly said nothing. Words had escaped her. The more he wiggled his fingers, the more aroused she became. She heard her special place making the little slurpy sounds and watched the screen over the doctor's shoulders. "Okay, Lilly, you're doing great. "Now I'm just going to move my fingers in and out. Just relax and keep taking deep breaths."

She nodded and rested her head. Squinting her eyes shut, she said, "I'm ready." The grunts and huffs she made as he thrust couldn't be helped.

Momma had taken to standing next to the doctor, watching the man work. She stroked Lilly's leg. "You're doing great, honey. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Focus on relaxing your bottom."

As the doctor pistoned his fingers, he asked, "Do you feel any pain?"

Lilly shook her head. "No."

"Here?"

"No."

"Okay, I'm going to keep sliding in and out. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know."

Once the doctor settled into a rhythm, Lilly also settled, a soft moan or grunt sometimes following a particularly deep thrust. Her bottom did relax and once she was able to do this, she discovered the procedure incredibly pleasurable. "Okay, I'm going to keep this rhythm for several minutes. If you feel any discomfort, let me know."

Lilly hummed her understanding, her lips upturned in a pleased grin. He stayed away from her clit, which she appreciated, but as he moved, her special place filled with liquid warmth that leaked between the cheeks of her bottom and the slickness was pushed up into her asshole by his finger. Lilly moaned, pivoting her hips upward for deeper penetration.

"That's good, Lilly," he said. "It's normal to enjoy the simultaneous penetration of your vagina and anus." She hummed again. He was correct, it was enjoyable. "Let's just do this for a few more minutes and please let me know if you experience any discomfort."

Lilly said, "Okay," and imagined Robby and Erik fucking her at the same time. She closed her eyes and grabbed the bars on the side of the exam table.

"That's nice, isn't it, sweetheart," Momma asked

.

"Yes." Then the room went quiet save for Lilly's soft grunts and moans as the doctor's procedure continued. The waves were building and the doctor took her to a supremely satisfying orgasm. She didn't bounce around the table as she had when the clitoral stimulator found her breaking point. This time, her body went sinewy and she writhed across the vinyl mat of the exam table. She ran her hands over her oiled breasts and down between her thighs, taking the doctor's in hers and pushing him deeper. When she came, serenity seemed to ooze from every muscle in her body. A deep, contented sigh was all she expelled.

Slowing down, he said, "I'm going to remove my fingers. Exhale now." His fingers slid out and Lilly sighed. He tossed his gloves into a trash can and jotted some more notes. "I felt no lumps or anything out of sorts, Lilly."

"Okay."

"We are just about finished," he said. "The next procedure will involve two instruments, a speculum and an anoscope. Do you know what these are?"

She shook her head.

Doctor Malstrom held up a duck-billed instrument that was about eight inches long. Its metal gleamed in the light. "This is called a Pederson speculum. I'm going to insert it into your vagina and open the blades."

"A Pederson speculum?" asked Momma. "I've never known it had a formal name."

Dr. Malstrom nodded and said, "There are several sizes, depending on the sexual experience of the patient and the length of her vaginal opening. They were developed by three different gynecologists, and are named after those doctors." He stepped to a drawer and pulled out two more of the instruments. Holding up the largest, he said, "This is a Graves speculum. I use this during my examination of your vagina, Anna, and with Louise as well. You both have a history of sexual experience involving multiple penile penetration and large-format foreign-object insertions. Your vaginas are well-stretched and if I used a smaller device, it wouldn't open you or your eldest daughter enough for me to conduct a proper visual examination or your vaginal canal or cervix." He considered the instrument for a moment. "Depending on how Cassy presents at her next appointment, I may begin using this on her as well."

Momma raised her eyebrows. "I guess I've learned something today!"

The doctor held up the smaller device. "This is the Huffman speculum and I use this on patients who are not yet sexually active or present with an intact hymen. Some cultures and religions believe an intact hymen is an important sign of virginity and should remain untorn until penile penetration. The blades are narrower to better accommodate the smaller opening and won't prematurely tear the hymen." Stepping back to the table, he held up the instrument he was intending to use on Lilly. She could see it was thicker and longer than the Huffman device.

"Even though Lilly isn't sexually active, and by that I mean men are not yet penetrating her vagina with their penises, her hymen is torn and she's masturbating regularly with the use of foreign objects. However, it's apparent by my initial examination of her vagina that her use of them is still only cursory and exploratory. Her vaginal opening hasn't been stretched very much." He pulled the handle and the blades separated. Lilly eyed the speculum and swallowed. It would open her wider than she'd ever dared try with her beloved bottle.

"This speculum is sized so as not to cause too much discomfort, but will open Lilly wide enough for me to see her vaginal walls and cervix." He looked at Lilly's special place and continued. "As you penetrate yourself more deeply - especially with the wine bottle - the stretching and lengthening of your vaginal opening will increase naturally. When you do eventually become sexually active, men with thicker penises will also lengthen your opening." He smiled at her. "All of which is part of the normal maturation process a young woman goes through in terms of her developing sexual experience. Lilly, does that all make sense?"

"Yes, sir." His tone was even and matter-of-fact, like Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt when it came to talking about sex, which made it easier to discuss. She noted the doctor referred to her as a "young woman" and this made her feel good; as if his examination of her body was causing the shedding of her old life.

Nodding, he next picked up a tube-shaped instrument that looked like a funnel. It was clear plastic and longer than the speculum. "This is the anoscope. With the speculum in place and fully open, I'm going to insert this into your rectum. As it goes deeper, it will widen the opening of your anus." He applied lubricant to both instruments. "Now, Lilly, these will penetrate you further than the length of my fingers. And they are obviously wider. So, similar to the bimanual procedure, this will go easier if you follow my breathing instructions. Are you ready?"

She rested her head against the table and closed her eyes. "Yes, sir."

"Deep breath in. Hold it. As I push the speculum in, exhale slowly."

She felt the cold blades against her lips. "And exhale...now."

"Oh!"

Turning the instrument, he said, "Good, Lilly. Now, another breath as I open the blades."

Staring up at the camera in the ceiling, she groaned as the device forcefully stretched open her special place. She was thankful she hadn't come to see Dr. Malstrom before the Vatspalts had taught her the benefits of rigorous bottle work.