FrankenDom (17 page)

After staring at him for a second, I held up one finger.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak?”

I shook my head.

“So you understand my position on being topped from the bottom?”

I nodded grudgingly. Dammit, that wasn’t what I’d been doing, but he wouldn’t give
me the chance to explain myself.

He heaved an exasperated sigh and shoved is hands through his hair. “Fine. Then you’ll
understand why you won’t be punished tonight. You’re clearly not in the proper headspace
to benefit from it.”

Perversely, I felt a pinch of disappointment—although that
really
wasn’t what I’d been trying to do.

“Right now I want you to go to your room and write out two hundred times
I will not top from the bottom
. When you’ve finished your lines, you can give them to Lili and then we might as
well get the rest of your employment paperwork taken care of since it appears we won’t
be doing anything fun again this evening.”

My stomach dropped and I suddenly felt like crying.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. I’d been half afraid of and half anticipating what might
happen tonight in Julian’s dungeon, and now, thanks to my cowardice, nothing would.

Julian pulled away from the table and walked out without another word. Colin got up,
too, leaving me to face the rest of my cold dinner alone.

“Good job, Rachel,” he murmured with a grin as he walked by.

I couldn’t even muster the defiance to flip him off.

* * * * *

Lili was nowhere to be seen when I got back to my room, but when I finished my lines
and opened the door, she was waiting for me in her plain gray uniform and flats, her
blonde hair once again done up in a prim bun. She wore no makeup that I could detect,
but she was still a knockout.

In her hand was a silver tray with a lid.

“Good evening, Doctor,” she said, pushing into my room and setting the tray on my
desk. Then she held out her hand. “Your lines?”

Flushing, I handed them to her. How much of the D/s scene in this place was she privy
to? How much was she
in
on?

She probably looked even better naked and restrained. I hated her for that.

“Very
gut
,” she said. “You are instructed to make use of the item on the tray and then present
yourself at the infirmary for your employee intake examination.”

I frowned. “Intake examination?”

“It is stipulated in your contract,” she chided.

“Well, if it’s in the contract…” I said with an eye-roll.

She walked out and closed the door without comment.

When I lifted the lid on the tray, my eyes widened. What the hell kind of intake exam
required an enema?

I opened the door and was startled to find Lili waiting outside.

“Did you need something, Doctor?”

“Yes, I needed to talk to Colin about my
intake
exam
.”

“I can tell you everything you need to know.”

“Why do I need an enema?”

Her eyes went wide. “For the rectal inspection, of course.”

“Of course,” I repeated, closing the door and leaning against it.

Rectal inspection?
I mouthed incredulously. Was that some kind of weird Montanevan health requirement
for the work visa?

I opened the door again.

“If you need assistance, Doctor,” Lili said with a steely smile, “I would be happy
to administer the enema.”

Was she kidding? I slammed the door in her face.

“Well, shit.” I hadn’t had an enema since my third year of medical school, when an
instructor had required us all to take one and write a report about the experience
for empathy and compassion training—which I really hadn’t needed since I already identified
too closely with my patients anyway. A course on desensitizing and compartmentalizing
would have been more to the point for me.

Sighing, I picked up the box and read the instructions. This obviously wasn’t going
to be a fun night for any of us.

* * * * *

An hour later, I presented myself at the infirmary as ordered. Colin was already there,
wearing a white lab coat over the polo and slacks he’d worn all day.

“Come in, Rachel, and have a seat on the table,” he said without looking up from the
chart he was reading. Was it mine?

When I stepped up and settled my butt on the crinkly paper, he asked, “Are you having
any problems we need to be aware of?”

“No. I think I indicated on my health form just a few days ago that I’m perfectly
healthy.”

“Good, good,” he said absently. “Date of your last period?”

I blushed in spite of myself. “The tenth.”

“Are you fairly regular?”

“Every twenty-nine days, like clockwork,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Excellent. Are you taking any medications?”

“Just the pill.”

“Fine.”

I’d intended to confront him about the enema right away, but for some reason I couldn’t
make myself ask. I stayed quiet as he made a note on my chart and then set it on the
counter. Pulling an otoscope from his pocket, he checked my ears, nose and throat.
Then he listened to my heart and lungs before making more notes in the chart.

It was disturbing to realize that I was more than a little bit turned on by his cool
detachment. My heart thudded heavily, right in time with my clit, and my nipples prickled
against my bra cups.

“All right, Rachel, you know the drill,” he said, opening a cabinet door and pulling
out a disposable gown and drape. “The opening goes in front. You can leave your socks
on but everything else needs to come off. I’ll be back in just a minute.”

I stared after him as he walked out the rounded door. Really? He was going to perform
a gynecological exam? And a
rectal inspection
?

Feeling vulnerable, and yet undeniably aroused, I took off my clothes and tossed them
over the back of a chair without folding them, leaving my socks on. I grabbed a tissue
from the box on the counter and quickly wiped away the evidence of my excitement,
silently cursing Colin and his unholy detachment. Then I put on the short gown and
sat back down on the flat table with the paper drape tucked securely around my butt
and thighs.

Just like at my own gynecologist’s office, it seemed like forever before he returned,
and this time he wasn’t alone. Julian strolled in behind him, also dressed in a lab
coat. They’d both put on blue surgical masks.

Without greeting me, Julian picked up my chart and looked it over.

“Go ahead and lie back,” Colin said, unfolding the stirrups from their hiding place.

Everything in me balked. And clenched hotly.

He frowned a little. “Is everything okay, Rachel?”

My hands tightened on the front of my paper gown as I stared at him. Did he really
think this was…normal?

Or could this possibly be some kind of kinky medical scene?

“We don’t have all night, Dr. McBride,” Julian said briskly. “The sooner you lie down,
the sooner we can all get out of here.”

Feeling stupid and a little deflated, I obeyed, trying not to stiffen when Colin picked
up my legs and guided them into the widely spread stirrups. Dammit, scening would
have been so much more fun than a pelvic exam. This just made my already sore adductors
burn.

He pulled the drape up over my knees, but my bare crotch was now completely exposed
to anyone who walked in the door. Wasn’t there supposed to be a female nurse present
for this kind of exam?

The idea made me roll my eyes at myself.
Really? After everything you’ve agreed to since you got here, why in God’s name would
they think you required the presence of a nurse?

I heard the creak of a gooseneck lamp being adjusted and then bright, warm light flooded
my exposed privates.

“All right, Rachel,” Julian said from behind the drape, “I need you to scoot your
bottom down a little more, right over the edge of the table.”

Even as I obeyed, I was thinking
This man licked you down there with his electrified tongue!
and trying not to respond physically to the memory.

“Very good,” he said. “Now, I’m going to take care of the pelvic while Colin does
the breast exam.”

His masked face a study in professionalism, Colin lifted my right arm up over my head,
then peeled back the gown and began palpating my breast with his cool fingers. Excitement
streaked down my belly and I clenched involuntarily, struggling to control my breathing.

There was a chuckle from behind the drape. “Somebody seems to have a gyno fetish.
I’ll have to remember that.”

I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even tell him it wasn’t true. Arousal was a living,
writhing thing in my hollow belly.

Colin continued his exam as if Julian hadn’t spoken, but he gave me a scolding look
as he moved around to my left side. Swallowing my humiliation, I closed my eyes and
prayed for it to be over quickly.

“Cool touch,” Julian warned an instant before his gloved fingers parted my labia.
I felt the speculum slide into me and crank open. Oh God, I was so wet he didn’t even
need any lube.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, rolling out of the room and leaving the cool metal
speculum just hanging there against my butt cheeks, which were warm from the bright
light. As promised, he came right back.

“I hope you don’t mind, Rachel,” he said, “but I’ve invited a few other doctors to
observe our rectal inspection procedures.”

My jaw dropped.
A few other doctors?

Before I could protest, three more men wearing white lab coats and surgical masks
crowded into the room. Dirk was at the head of the line. The second look vaguely familiar,
but he wasn’t anyone I’d seen here before. The third might be Hans, but he wasn’t
a doctor—was he?

“Seriously?” I breathed, closing my eyes and turning my hot face away. Oh God,
were
we scening? Was this all just a big mind-fuck?

“How are her breasts?” Julian inquired.

Pulling my arm down to my side and mercifully covering me again, Colin said, “I think
they’re missing something.”

My eyes popped open again. “They’re
breasts
. What could they possibly be missing?”

“I’ll show you in just a minute,” he said.

Without warning, the speculum slid from me and I quivered in reaction. Then Julian’s
gloved fingers slid inside.

“Some pressure here,” he said, pressing the fingers of his other hand down on my abdomen
as he probed deeply inside me.

I arched up with a groan and was instantly appalled by my fierce reaction. “Oh God!”

Colin reached down under the edge of the table and took my wrist. Before I realized
what was happening, he’d fastened a cuff around it while Dirk stepped up and cuffed
the other wrist. My arms were bound to the table.

I just about hyperventilated. “Oh crap, we
are
scening, aren’t we?”

“You’re just figuring that out, slave girl?” Colin asked as he and Dirk cuffed my
ankles and hooked them to the stirrups. “We’ve been fucking with your head all day.
You didn’t really think Hans pushing you into the hot tub was an accident, did you?”

“What!” Julian’s probing intensified, became something very close to slow thrusting,
and I groaned again. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you enjoyed not knowing so very much more, my kinky little slut,” Julian
said in a silky tone.

“I’m not a slut,” I told him, breathing loudly as I stared at the fluorescent fixture
overhead.

Colin peeled back both sides of my gown and ripped away the drape, leaving my restrained
body completely exposed. “Yet you didn’t say no, didn’t use your safe word, when all
those doctors crowded into the room to stare at your open cunt. And I believe you
sucked off three of the men in this room in the space of about fifteen minutes yesterday.
Swallowed every drop of their come, too.”

“That makes her a slut in my book,” Dirk said severely.

“I should say so,” Hans agreed.

“I hate you all.”

“If that’s what you need to believe,” Colin said. “But you really ought to loosen
up a little, Rachel—learn to enjoy being a slut. And being in trouble, for that matter.
Otherwise life’s no fun at all.”

Tugging down his mask, he gave me an evil smile and reached for the instrument tray,
which I couldn’t see.

“This might pinch a bit.” He leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, playing
with it, pulling with his teeth until I was whimpering. Then he straightened and clamped
something onto it.

I yelped at the pain. “What the hell?”

“I told you they were missing something,” he said, holding up a small forceps.

“That hurts!”

“I know. I love these.”

When he walked around behind Julian, clearly intent on clamping the other one, I jerked
in my restraints but the motion made the weight of the forceps grips slide off my
ribcage and dangle painfully. Holding my breath at the intense bite, I froze, afraid
any more movement would have it ripping my nipple off.

While Colin leaned down to prepare my other nipple, Julian pressed harder on my abdomen,
massaging my uterus while applying deep, circular pressure to my g-spot. Already over-stimulated
and so incredibly aroused it was unreal, I started to tremble at the pressure building
inside me. My legs were shaking so hard, the stirrups rattled.

Colin squeezed the other forceps onto my nipple and I keened as tears streaked down
my temples. “Please,” I practically sobbed.

He stood back and looked me over with a satisfied smile. “Now all she’s missing is
a gag.”

“An excellent suggestion,” Julian commented. “But since her mouth will be otherwise
occupied shortly, we might as well save that for another time.”

“Good point, Sir.”

Colin picked up both forceps and tugged upward, making me shriek as the pain spiked
my arousal to a critical peak.