Devious is what's necessary

So they left, and you were told to disrobe, get in that awkward gown that left you exposed to the cold pretty much everywhere, and you got on the table.

Now the door opened, and the doctor had a tray. A metal tray. So professional, so iconic. It had many things on it that you knew were important, probably. Swabs, cotton buds, sample jars and bags. Some small tools and vials, syringes and needles.

"I hope you don't mind." Their voice was so professional, and firm, "I know this exam will be uncomfortable and invasive, I've asked the nurse to give us privacy."

You nod, it makes sense, of course it makes sense.

The doctor is setting up their equipment now, more than you realized as they pulled more equipment from drawers and cabinets and added it to the tray on their rolling stand.

And with a casual motion and a hum, the doctor pulled their chair over with their foot, sitting before the exam table.

"Legs in the stirrups, please."

And of course you do as told.

The doctor guides you with a gentle touch, then adjusts the blanket over your legs as you scoot down the table at their command untill you are in a spot they call perfect.

You are bared, fully and truely on display. You can't see anything but that tray, and the doctor? They can see all of you.

"Let's start with a thorough external exam."

You hear the sound of gloves being put on, but you still can't see anything.

Then a cold hand touches you.

"Sorry," the doctor mumbles, their hand touching your lower abdomen, caressing the area you know your uterus and ovaries lay under. They rub and depress areas gently, asking about tenderness as they move.

Right left center down, right left center down.

The pattern and questions continue lower and lower, slowly moving for the area between your legs.

They stop, the doctor keeps a firm hand on the area above your folds.

"I will be feeling around and manipulating your pubic area, let me know if you are uncomfortable."

Well of course you are uncomfortable, this was as uncomfortable as you could be.

Their hands moved methodically.

Touches along your folds, gently depressing the flesh and giving gentle circular movements to really feel the area. This doctor, this doctor was doing a better job than you had ever encountered. The touches felt like they were barely moving. The doctor clearly was taking their time and actually looking for issues, instead of dismissing you.

Then, their hands moved away for a moment.

And you almost missed the touch, but of course that was silly. This was business.

Gently, you felt the doctor place their hand back on you, you could feel the pad of their hand pressing against where your hole was, two of their digits spreading you apart. You could feel that your clit was now exposed.

The doctors other hand pulled the skin above your clit taught.

"I need to examine under the clitoral hood," they said matter of factly.

The hand spreading you apart left, and finally a sign of movement, a hand poked out and took one of the many swabs from the tray.

Their pulling above your clitoris tightened again.

Then, ever so daintily, you felt the swab touch somewhere deep under a flap of skin you didn't realize you had.

And it moved.

And it felt strange, it felt new, you felt vulnerable. You may have liked it.

The doctor worked relentlessly, gently moving the swab in the sensitive, untouched area in a relentlessly unending exam pattern.

You felt your breath going fast, your face growing hot, your clit throbbing at the touches in such a sensitive new area.

You were glad the doctor couldn't see you biting your lip.

"Any abnormal feelings?"

"No."

"good, stay with me."

The doctors exam changed, going from a slow rummaging in the fold to a long, firmer stroking motion.

Up to the tip of your clit.

Down to the deep sensitive untouched fold.

Over and over.

Your clit was now truly throbbing. It was warm in ways you'd never felt. You struggled.

You couldn't make noise. This was professional.

Then it stopped.

The swab appeared, being placed back on the tray.

"Good, let's continue."

Your clit kept throbbing as the doctor stretched open your folds again, tugging and pulling to see every inch of skin possible.

A digit pressed against the outer rim of your opening. It prodded.

It pressed and felt with those same small circular movements.

You bit your lip again, heat was pooling in your groin now.

You could feel the wet sensation of arousal starting to leak.

You felt the doctor's fingers start to slide as they circled, feeling every inch of tissue.

"Very healthy in your reactions."

Your body surges at that, a compliment! Your body is good at reacting!

Then it was normal to be getting wet at the exam.

"Let's move internally."

The doctor stood.

They placed a firm hand on your groin, pressing down.

Their fingers prodded your entrance.

You glanced at them, and felt sucked in.

They were staring at you, directly down at where they were working.

Then up.

Their eyes met yours.

The eye contact was intense.

Their fingers prodded harder.

"Good, breathe."

They didn't break their eye contact as they pushed firmer into you.

Then their fingers slipped in.

Gently, you felt the tips of their fingers start to feel around the inner entrance. They slipped so easily even without any additional lubricant.

"I will be applying pressure to try and replicate the feeling you described earlier."

Then, their fingers pressed firmly into the wall of your vagina.

They didn't break that intense harsh eye contact as they pressed, fingers stimulating the wall of your pussy clinically and methodically.

"I have to stimulate you, unfortunately, to recreate the feeling clinically."

This makes sense. Of course you need to display the reflex for it to be analyzed.

The doctors fingers press and rub, their eyes burn into yours. Your legs start to shake.

"Hang in there," the doctor says soothingly.

The pads of their fingers press into the cluster of nerves at the front of your cunt.

You dig your teeth into your lip as it starts to tremble, gasping harshly as the doctor continues to press and rub.

"is this not the feeling?" They ask after what feels like a lifetime.

You shake your head, no, and you can't speak. You are being normal, so normal, they are helping.

The doctor's fingers finally moved. Their prodding continues until you can feel their knuckles rubbing against your entrance.

Suddenly, with a shift of their fingers to prod something unknown to you, it happens all at once.

Your stomach turns, you feel heat hot your face as you go light-headed and weak.

Your voice squeaks as you speak, "there! That's-" and you have to bite your lip because even if it's uncomfortable, you don't hate the feeling entirely.

The doctor doesn't break their eye contact as they briefly pause.

"Tell me, does this change its feeling?"

Then their fingers press into the spot firmly, holding pressure into the spot that makes your stomach knot.

You can only nod, breaking the eye contact to since and close your eyes. You are panting now.

"How about this?"

The doctor changes tactics, now thumping their fingers against the spot in a dedicated, even beat.

You start to shake more.

You nod again, feeling a gag rise in your throat. You try to fight it, really, until you can't.

You gag loudly, and with your mouth open, a whining moan follows it.

"Yes, interesting, good, keep it up."

You feel embarrassed, but clearly this is part of the procedure.

And the doctor changes tactics again, now it's circular movements on the spot, "now?"

And it's worse. It's worse and you can't keep down your gags and whines.

"Does clitoral stimulation change it?"

"I-I don't k-"

Then, the doctors hand applying external pressure moves. Their palm covers your clit firmly which makes you clearly moan.

"This will only take a moment."

And then they start to rub.

Your legs are shaking more pronouncedly as you lay fully back against the table.

"Its-" and you gag, "I-" and you moan.

"I see, thank you."

And their hand leaves your clit. And their fingers slide out.

You look up just in time to see the doctor disappear again.

You miss the eye contact.

A glistening glove is now on the table, grabbing a large device.

"I must take an internal visual."

And you feel something cold, thin but tall press against your lips, then your hole, then it's inside.

It twists, and then opens.

And you let out another moan without realizing.

The doctor makes a small, gentle chuckle.

"it happens all the time, just relax. Don't try to tense up and stay quiet it really makes it worse."

Of course, that made sense.

The glove appeared again, picking up another swab.

"Let's see."

And daintily again, you feel something press against that spot.

You gag for a moment, then you moan again.

"Interesting."

And the pressure moves. The pressure moves and touches something deeper.

Then it pushes, thumping against the deep, singular spot.

You moan through the gag this time, feeling your entire body shake as the doctor examines the spot, rhythmically pressing and pushing.

Then it goes deeper.

You feel a cramp, but the rubbing still feels good. It's beyond your throbbing cunt, it's inside of you.

Then, the doctor starts to tap the device opening you to them.

It's too much, the motions, the vibrations, the stretch, the gagging.

You give a harsh, loud moan.

Then your body starts to throb and convulse.

You feel whatever the swab is in start to grip down and suck on the device.

"Perfect, ride it out." The doctor says so matter of factly.

And then they remove the swab.

"It seems the opening of your cervix is extremely sensitive, along with the rest of it."

You breathe hard as the doctor hums, placing the swab back on the tray.

"Do you wish me to desensitize it?"

You can barely speak.

"You can do that?"

"of course."

Their hand grabs a vial, showing it and its milky substance.

"Do you want to try?"

You look at the goal, the substance is familiar maybe.

"Uh, sure."

"Perfect."

And the vial disappears behind your legs.

You see the glove a few more times, picking up a syringe and a strange large needle.

"This is a catheter."

Okay it's a catheter.

"I will use it to deposit a substance to desensitize your cervix beyond the opening."

And you hear a bit of fiddling.

Then the pressure returns to the inside of you.

And the cold catheter presses into you.

It goes deep.

Then it moves, just as rhythmically as the swab.

Then the tapping.

You start to moan again.

"Good, good. This will work perfectly if your body sucks it up."

And then something warm fills you, deep deep inside.

And you can't hold back a second orgasm.

Moaning and convulsing, the doctor removes the catheter.

And then the device.

And then puts the syringe and device on the rest, and takes their gloves off.

They stand.

"Perfect, see me again next week for your next dose. You may dress and leave at your convenience."

And they pick up their tray.

"You did wonderful."

And then they walk out with everything.

Perfect, you impressed your doctor.