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 (g*, sad, ped)

   It went on like that for I don't know how many days, him zipping me up
in the bathtub and pouring juice or ejaculating or whatever he felt like
into my mouth.  After a while you stop caring.  Sometimes he would fill the
tub with warm water and wash me very tenderly.  Sometimes I was just left
there to sleep it off.  Then one day I woke up and I couldn't move at all.
I was strapped down.  I was on the examination table.

   The old examination table in The Room has a slight angle to raise the
upper body just a little.  I was made to to scoot all the way down to the
bottom edge of The Table, and keep scooting.

   There are big leather cuffs strapping down my arms.  There is a belt for
the waist too, but that isn't being used because the writhing and bucking
of my little pelvis is wanted.

   There are adjustable padded attachments for the legs.  They are not like
stirrups, but more like the swinging, moveable parts on gym equipment. 
They can be cranked open to spread this little girl wide.  There are
leather cuffs for the ankles there too.

   Next to The table are mysterious electronics, like there's a machine
that looks like a very old 2-way radio, covered with cracked leather.  The
front a confusion of dials and needles.  Wires and clamps hang from the
object, and I don't even dare wonder what it is used for.

   Soon I hear a tall metal tray on wheels being rolled up where he could
reach them easily if he stood between my legs.  I lift up my head and
strain to see what is on the tray, but I can barely make out strange metal
and rubber items, small coiled hoses and even some things that are kind of
shaped like a penis.  I try to remember the stories I read in the books of
"the psychiatric treatment of women" that she found in Daddy's drawer,
books where "hysterical women" were treated with "massagers."

   I lie back, looking up at the faded mint green ceiling and wait.

   He comes striding in and greets me cheerfully, "I see you're right-eyed
and bushy-tailed this morning!" I don't feel very bright or bushy.  I feel
exposed, as my legs are spread wide open and cuffed at the ankle.  He does
not forget to have a good long look at the view.  I want to die of
embarrassment

   He sits down on a stool and rolls between my legs.  He reaches for the
tray and clatters around, finally picking up a metal ring with 2 large
clamps opposite each other.  He holds it up proudly.  "This, my dear, is a
labia stretcher.  I'm sure at one time it was probably used for surgery,
but it will serve our purposes quite nicely." He sees me start at the word
"surgery" and tries to be comforting, "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure we can
take care of your little problem without having to resort to surgery." I
feel him pull at my pussy lip and I try to wriggle away, but I can't.  I
feel a terrible pinch as he closes the clamp on me.  I cry out, but he
ignores me.  I feel him pulling at the other lip and realize how exposed I
will be.  To anything.  I really fight this time and he finally asks if he
needs to get the juice.  I settle down and he clamps the cruel contraption
onto my pussy.

   And there I am, legs wide and my lips stretched open, completely
exposing my clitoris and little hole.  The air is cool on my open pussy,
and I don't know what is coming next.  He is fumbling around, and turns
towards me wearing rubber gloves.  There is something so clinical and
sterile about them it scares me.  "Alright now," he announces, "It's time
for your examination."

   He gets out a tube and squirts some goo on two of his fingers.  He sets
his fingers upon my pussy and it is so cold!  He starts making slow
circles, keeping his fingers pressed together.  My clit is completely
exposed and he is careful to slide his fingers along the sides.  It feels
so nice my whole body relaxes.  "Yes, open up to me, little girl." He pulls
down a pair of glasses from his forehead and peers at me closely, rubbing
all the while.  I feel warm and flushed.  He says professionally, "Well
there's your first problem.  Your clitoris is quite large..." He taps it
with one finger making me jump "and quite responsive." He nods seriously.

   He turns back towards the tray and pulls out a metal wand with a wheel
attached.  A wheel full of scary little spikes.  "It's scarier than it
looks" he says, but I can see him smiling to himself in anticipation.  He
runs the wheel on either side of my inner labia, and I feel a little
prickle.  When he notices I don't react, he does it again harder.

   "Ow!"

   He smiles and continues running the wheel around my pussy, barely
avoiding then grazing my clit.  "I can see your reactions are normal." He
fumbles again with the tray and the sound is starting to cause a reaction
in me all by itself, a feeling both of fear and curiosity.  He returns with
one of the penis-shaped objects and rubs it around the outside of my hole.
He laughs and says, "It appears I won't be needing the lube." It makes me
gyrate my hips, remembering Father Nocita inside me.  I push down a little
and he says, "Oh yes, it's clear now what they were talking about.  You are
a needy girl, aren't you?" He penetrates me with the dildo and slowly pulls
it out, watching me carefully.  Then he roughly shoves it back in.  In and
out, over and over, as if he is trying to stab me to death.  I lift my hips
and he starts breathing more heavily.  I feel one of those lubed, gloved
fingers rubbing at my rosebud.  He pushes it deep into my anus and a loud
moan escapes me.  He pulls out his finger and the dildo.  He unclamps the
stretcher and it is torture as the blood rushes back into my labia.

   I start whining and writhing.  He says, "I have all of the answers I
need.  We are done here." I whine and beg, "Please, more, please, I'll do
anything." He considers this for a moment, then says, "We need to start on
your aversion therapy first thing tomorrow.  But I suppose it won't hurt to
see what you can do."

   He pulls out a flat plastic toy and turns it on.  It starts buzzing and
when he rests it on my pussy I almost go wild.  The vibrations flow all
through me, making me feel like I'm on fire.  It doesn't take long before I
am bucking and screaming and gushing.  "Yes!  Yes!  Oh my God!" I feel like
an animal, like nothing else matters.  I am no longer me, just a flowing
sensation.  I go into spasms but the cuffs hold me tight.  He smiles
knowingly and puts the toy away.  He unbuckles the cuffs and I curl up into
a ball.

   "We have a lot of work to do" he says as he turns on his heel and
leaves.