Thread: The Test Subject - (Warnings inside)

Content Warning for Chapter Two This chapter features masturbation, edging, a medical theme, and exhibitionvoyeur content. Chapter Two Entrance Exam Waiting in the equivalent of a doctor's office sucked. The exam room, Elizabeth thought, was even more sterile than she expected. Pale green walls, the standard sort of clean countertop with the usual accouterments - tongue depressors, massive swabs, stethoscope, arm cuff for blood pressure... Weird, allegedly relaxing paintings of animals on the walls. Health brochures. This was starting to feel less sexy now, she thought to herself. Finally, a knock on the door! A woman around Elizabeth's age stepped in, a white doctor's coat buttoned tidily with her badge hanging from one lapel - Dr. Carmen Worhaus - and her short black hair was cut into a severely sexy asymmetric bob. Her eyes, which scrutinized the medical chart that had been on the door, were a deep, dark blue and her skin was a rich deep brown. Let's see here. Elizabeth, yes? the doctor said, flipping a page. Yes, ma'am. Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably, even in the soft robe she'd been given. Doctor exams always unnerved her. Carmen noticed and smiled thinly at her, resting a hand on her shoulder. I see you're nervous. Says in your prescription history you've been on... what's this dose of Xanax? That's not even enough for me most days, she chuckled, leaning back against the cabinet. Professional life stressing you out? In a manner of speaking, yes. A lack of one. She sighed. It helps me get some sleep but it really wasn't working very well. That's just fine. If you find you need mental health services, Alice can set you up with one of our therapists. Get you on something better than... is this even a working dosage..? She squinted at the paperwork again and grimaced. Let me guess, you went to Dr. Cavanaugh? Elizabeth blinked, surprised, but nodded. He was my shrink for a year before I moved on. Didn't quite understand my issues. At Elizabeth's slightly raised eyebrow, Carmen laughed and explained, I've been living with nymphomania since I was about eightteen, give or take a year. When I started working here, I agreed to participate in a study for a new medication they were trying. It worked and I can get through a day without wanting to bone everything I see. This is, um, a lot. Are you allowed to tell me this? Elizabeth asked. Don't see why not. Part of the history of this department. Carmen smiled reassuringly and looked back at the papers. Let's see, you've had eight partners? Yes, and Derrick was the last. Haven't really had the energy for one night stands. She rubbed her shoulder through her robe. And I did my yearly STD screening anyway about four months ago, that should be in there too. Yep, and you're good to go there. What would you describe your masturbation habits as? Carmen pulled a stool over and sat down, rubbing her knee with a faint wince. At Elizabeth's concerned 'hm?' and gesture, she shrugged, I got into a fight with a coffee table and lost. The frankness made Elizabeth burst into giggles, and helped her relax more. Most nights, just a bullet vibe, but once in a while I break out the rest of my stash. Derrick took half, so there's a few things I miss using. She cleared her throat. I did bring them, as asked in the questionnaire when I was done. Cleaned them as specified. Goooood. Carmen sat up straighter. Mind showing me? It's for the records. Sure. Alice left my bag when I told her what was in it, so, Elizabeth leaned down, grabbing her backpack next to the exam table and unzipped it. I should probably clarify that this exam also features you using these on yourself. Carmen cleared her throat. Elizabeth turned beet red but nodded. To see what your limits as they currently stand are. L... Limits. Obviously, if you feel there's a test you can't complete, you can always tell us. If you require personal lubrication, there is a new tube in the stand next to you. Carmen plucked a pen from her breast pocket and wrote something down. Feel free to begin when you're ready, Elizabeth. Um... The woman couldn't help but feel insanely warm at the notion and swallowed hard. This was clearly no place of judgement, so... okay. It's cold in here. That's normal. They keep it a little cooler, otherwise things get sweaty. Carmen tapped her pen against her cheek, quirking an eyebrow as she waited. Start with what you usually use. I- um, I didn't bring all of them, just a couple. She pulled out a few drawstring bags - some were small, others were... surprisingly hefty looking. Carmen nodded, mildly impressed, and leaned forward. This is- uh- She opened one of the smaller drawstring bags and tugged out a standard lipstick-shaped vibrator, turning it on and looking annoyed when it buzzed then died. Damn it! Ugh. The batteries never last, Carmen lamented. Have you considered recharging ones? I had one. My ex took it. She rolled her eyes and put that away, picking up a middle sized bag from the pile. This is one of my normal, regular, um, penetrating- Spare the clinical terms, that's my job, the doctor teased, grinning slyly. Elizabeth couldn't help but gulp. R-right. D-Dildo. She loosened the string and pulled out a plain, silicone dick - with a suction cup, Carmen noted with amusement. A rider? Interesting. It was however a rather bland toy, even with what the subject described as a dual-layer silicone softer outside, firmer inside. Mind if I, er, rip a hole in this paper so I can stick the suction cup to the bed? If I'm gonna demonstrate, I mean. Carmen gave a little hand-wave to go ahead. After inching back from the edge of the bed, and with a short tear of paper, she was able to fold the silicone suction cup impressively flexible and slide it though, securing it to the smooth if fake leather cushion, balls facing away from the former journalist. Would the stirrups help you? Carmen asked, standing. It'd keep my legs out of the way of your, uh, review. Elizabeth blushed even harder. D-don't you need to finish the physical exam first? This is true. Carmen set down the clipboard and grabbed a pair of sterile gloves, then the lube she'd referenced before, and gently pushed her patient back. It'll be a little cold. Not a problem, is it? Not at all. Elizabeth wished her face would stop turning red! Good, good. First, let's check your chest, she slipped the robe out of her way, her gloved fingers brushing across her bare and still-damp skin, and grasped her breasts in a way that was supposed to be clinical but felt far too good. The former journalist trembled softly, biting her lip as Carmen mumbled things under her breath, Good texture, no lumps, firm, low but perky, uneven tan... The doctor released the stirrups from the spot they folded into and eased Elizabeth's feet into them, running her fingertips down her calves and along her thighs. Each brush made her twitch and shake and she shut her eyes tight as the doctor lightly flicked the robe covering her away. I see you keep yourself shaved? Carmen asked, surprised, then muttered something about a small and likely irrelevant mole on the journalist's inner thigh. Th-Thought it would be easier for the doctors if they could see everything more easily. That a-and I prefer it this way. Elizabeth gasped as Carmen used her thumbs to spread her outer labia. D-Doc-! Almost done with the exam, no worries. Carmen began her murmuring again, Average clitoris size, hood smaller than average, engorged after touching patient but not because of direct contact. Patient aroused by examinations? Outer lips firm, average size, inner lips slightly longer, her index fingers slowly grazed along the wet folds, and Elizabeth let out a little whimper - not because she didn't like it, far from it! She hadn't been touched in so long... Moving to internal exam, she shifted her hand, using her thumb and index-middle fingers to keep her pussy spread apart, exposing her further. At this point, it was quite apparent to the physician that Elizabeth was quite aroused her opening was relaxed, just a little, and visibly slick. Years ago, Carmen would not have been able to resist but she was a much different... maybe more boring person, now. No affairs with subjects. After the tests, though... U-Um- a-are you done- so I can-? Elizabeth gasped as an index finger traced the rim of her hole, biting her lip to muffle a whine. The fingertip made a stroking motion, just slipping inside her for the briefest moment, but it retracted and she groaned in frustration. Damn it, doc-! I was just checking for your hymen, or if there were remains of one. Carmen cocked an eyebrow. At this angle, looking at her, the silicone cock was rubbing against Carmen's chest... not that the doctor seemed to notice. Carmen moved her arm, sliding her middle and ring finger inside of Elizabeth all the way to her knuckles with ease. Note, patient is deeply aroused, vaginal walls relaxed but squeezing, very adept at self-lubricating, all good signs. Depth is... hm... She flexed her fingers one way and another, pushing just a little deeper and making Elizabeth squirm roughly. Everything feels normal here. She pulled her fingers out and snapped off her gloves, tossing them in the trash and taking her seat again, taking up her pen and clipboard dutifully and writing down what she'd noted. Elizabeth stared at the ceiling, half wondering if she should beg the doctor to keep touching her. Didn't doctors help women and other vagina-havers orgasm in the 1800s? Hysteria and all that? She realized Carmen was speaking after a moment, ... hurry this up, the test proper will begin after your exam. This- This isn't the test? she asked, sitting up on her elbows. The exam establishes your beginning vitals and measurements. The medications may have unknown or undesirable effects and it's good for us to have numbers to come back to later. Please, continue. Carmen gestured to the toy gently bobbing with the motion of Elizabeth sitting herself up. S-sure. The journalist leaned back on an arm after grabbing the lube Carmen had given her, opening the cap with some difficulty damn safety seals!, and squeezed the tube. Clear, semi-viscous fluid streamed out over the head of the toy. Oh, good, normal-ass lube, she thought with relief, putting the bottle down and using her hand to spread the lube across the toy's shaft. As she did, her eyes met Carmen's and she flushed deeply again, swallowing heavily. Don't mind me, Elizabeth. Pretend I'm not even here. The doctor tapped her pen against her cheek again, that soft and reassuring smile still on her face. Mhm, fine, yeah. She grasped the toy's shaft and tilted it toward her, mewling and closing her eyes as the head rubbed against her clit with the motion. Unintentionally, she rubbed into the sensation, teasing herself that much more. Carmen leaned forward slightly, making short notes here and there on her sheet. Elizabeth finally stopped teasing herself and nudged the head of the silicone cock into position, sinking her hips down and crying out in relief as it slid into her easily. She propped herself up on her elbows, made surprisingly easy by the stirrups, and wiggled her hips, the dick sliding into her more. It wasn't a particularly large piece, Carmen noted as Elizabeth began riding it, about six inches long, maybe two inches in diameter at its thickest. It did have nice details though - pronounced glans, veins, realistic texture. A-aah- oh fuck, the stupid - mnh- the stupid requirements for not touching ourselves are so stupid, I- ohh-! Try not to climax, please, that's not the point here, my dear patient. Carmen pulled her gaze away and Elizabeth froze, thighs visibly shaking as she stared at the doctor in shock. Some of the excessive amounts of lubrication both her own and the extra she'd used dripped down the toy as she tried to enjoy herself again but she groaned and let herself rest back against the bed. Then what is the point!? she shouted, trying not to move her hips and failing, slowly rolling them and quivering as the head of the toy brushed her spot. But on one errant, particularly shivery buck of her hips, the toy popped out of her and she whined in protest, sliding a hand down over her pussy and rubbing her needy hole. B-bad enough I haven't been touched by more than you in a year, she grumbled. That is unfortunate, but not my fault. However, it should bring some promising results in the test. Pick up your things, wash your dick in the sink with the soap, and follow me down the hallway to the testing room. Carmen stood up and stepped out of the room, leaving Elizabeth alone. As tempting as it was to just... just get herself off at last, her mellow had been marshed, and with some fairly nasty cursing under her breath, Elizabeth got up and cleaned herself, the table, and the toy. After shoving everything back into her backpack, she picked it up, not even bothering to close her robe, and opened the door, glaring at the doctor. Let's get this over with. If the test is about not cumming, I'll be disappointing you almost immediately, doc. No worries. You might not be able to stop. Carmen giggled, beginning to walk away. Elizabeth stared after her, tilting her head in puzzlement... but the fog over her head kept her from thinking too hard - and focused on the notion of orgasm after orgasm. ...oh.