My arms were cuffed to the top of the medical table I lay on. My legs were spread open in the stirrups I had been strapped into. My mouth was held open by a gag. I struggled but wasn't able to free myself.
A man who was not dressed as a doctor was washing his hands at the sink in the corner of the room. He was handsome with long black hair and a white shirt tucked into his belted pants. As he dried himself he looked at me and smiled.
“Oh good. I was just about to start, but it's nowhere near as fun when you're quiet.”
The calm voice was so full of excitement it made me shiver. The man pulled on a set of nitrile gloves and moved closer to me, setting himself right between my legs.
I was so exposed. My pussy lips were open for anyone to see, and this man looked over my entire body as if he was taking measurements. I couldn't help myself and I felt the moisture start to well up inside me.
“Oh, are we excited? Good boy, that will make this a lot easier.”
I grew wetter. He ran his hand across my slit, spreading my juices across the entrance. His hands were warm from the water. Then he pushed a finger inside of me. Then a second one. I whined as he used both of them to rub the swollen, fleshy spot at the top of my insides. As he did he took notes with his other hand.
“Reacts well to stimuli.” He muttered to himself. Then, he casually slipped another finger into my hole. I wanted to pull away or buck against his hand, but there was nothing I could do except lay still and shudder. He seemed to be recording my reactions on the checklist next to him.
Then he had four fingers in and I knew what was coming next. As the last part of his fist made its way into me I whined louder and louder against the gag in my mouth, but to no avail. He had his entire hand firmly inside me. I was stretched so wide I thought I might break.
With a practiced movement he began to move it up and down inside me, fucking me with his hand. It felt like he was pushing and pulling my entire organ with him. I thought I must be bleeding, breaking apart at the seams, and yet I was wracked by a wave of pleasure. It was painful, but after only a few minutes I came.
I heard the pencil scratching on the paper beside me as I lay there in rapturous agony.
His hand was still inside me. I had expected him to remove it once I began spasming, but it was like he was feeling the way my muscles convulsed. Then I felt his fingers moving upwards and I screamed against the gag.
“No no no, we can't have that.” He placed a hand on my throat. For a moment I couldn't breath as he delved ever deeper inside me. A finger pushed upwards into my cervix, lodging itself firmly inside. Another wave of intermingled pain and pleasure lapped across me as I started to get lightheaded. He let go of my neck and I gasped in air. I did not scream again.
“There we go, that's a good boy. Whine, gasp, or moan all you want, but no screaming. It hurts my ears.”
I wanted to hurt the man's ears as much as he was violating me right now, but who knew what he would do next if I disobeyed. I moaned lowly instead as his middle finger wiggled in the tight space, widening it. Slowly he shoved it in and out, as I could feel my muscles begin to contract once more. I came again as he pushed his fist in further, his finger reaching almost into my womb. I felt very close to blacking out.
“Ah, that's the stretch we're looking for. You'll be a very good subject for me. Let me just get the implant ready.”
In a swift motion he pulled completely out of me leaving me empty. I could see blood streaked across his glove. He grabbed a small black circle off a nearby table and set it at the top of his middle finger. Then, with the object set, he pushed his hand back inside. My cervix was still stretched from his earlier entry and he was able to go right inside this time. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming.
This time it felt like he made it all the way to the deepest part of me. I felt a sharp pain in a place I never had before, and then an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me. Then he pulled out again, leaving a wire dangling out of me.
“The hardest part is over now. You took your first implant very well. I'm sure it feels weird now, but you'll get used to it very soon. Or, at least you won't have much time to think about it. Now for the easier ones.”
There were three more black circles on the table. He took one and pushed it against my g spot. I heard a click and felt another sharp pain like before. He had clipped the device into the pad there.
He rubbed his fingers around like he was trying to get them wet and then gently began to probe into my asshole. I was helpless as he opened me further and then pushed another implant into my ass. It latched into the tissue on the inner wall beside my vagina.
Finally he picked up the last one. With his other hand he stroked my clit as it grew more and more engorged. I knew what was coming and I didn't want it, but the sensation was too much. I felt myself getting more and more erect until he sunk the implant into the head of my t dick. My back arched as I tried to hold my screaming in. Multiple black wires brushed against my skin.
“There you are, all done and ready for the next step. I'm so excited to play more with my new toy.”
He took his gloves off and caressed my face. Then he left me alone as a bleeding, shaking, wet mess oozing onto the table and completely open to the cold air.
