Continue the exam.

"A-are you sure this is necessary?" asked Annabelle, a bewildered look on her face, still sat upright. She'd been in clinical trials before, but for some reason this experience felt different.

"You do want to take part in Doctor Banks's trial, don't you?" inquired the nurse, reaching for the other stirrup. Annabelle nodded. "Then we're going to have to go through with this procedure first. C'mon, sweetheart, legs up," nurse Kelly instructed, patting her hands on the fully extended stirrups. "I promise to make this painless for you."

Again, Annabelle sheepishly did as she was told as she leaned back, scooched her butt over the edge of the bed and placed her feet on each leather stirrup. Her gown, loosely draped around her waist, fell to the ground leaving her completely exposed. Now things were really getting breezy as the nurse leaned in close to examine her delicate area.

Her plump, untanned outer labia surrounded the inner lips flushed red, a vase containing a flower. Her moisture and redness confirmed to the nurse that the experience of being exposed and fondled was arousing her. The last piece of clothing she had to protect her nether region from the elements was the patch of red hair on her mons, and some short wispy hairs on her lips. She shivered as she looked down between her legs to see the nurse examining her cunt, inches away.

The nurse had a focused look on her face as she hovered over the vagina, once again looking for any discrepancies. She placed one hand on Annabelle's inner thigh as though it were a handrail at the art gallery, and using her other hand, she gently spread apart the lips with her fingers to reveal the entrance. Annabelle could feel the latex of the nurse's gloves, causing her to audibly breathe in sharply and shiver with greater intensity, struggling to stifle her moans.

"Sorry, cold?" the nurse remarked. Annabelle nodded but was unprepared for what was about to happen next. The nurse leaned forward and moved her mouth extremely close to the inner folds, millimeters away. Any closer and she would be kissing Annabelle's lips. Opening wide, she breathed two puffs of hot air directly onto the cunt, just as she did her hands. Annabelle could feel the heat radiating from her mouth. The nurse then moved her hand in to massage the heat in, gently rubbing the sensitive lips in circles with her latex fingers. This time, Annabelle couldn't resist herself as an airy moan escaped, her own mouth making an O shape as well.

"Better?" the nurse asked, fingers massaging folds, still completely straight-faced. Annabelle nodded, but she was blushing and breathing hard. She wanted to say something but couldn't, distracted by a warm feeling at the bottom of her stomach. Her nectar began to drip down her perineum. Subconsciously, she spread her legs wider, making a face that was almost pained but generated through sheer pleasure. There's no way she wasn't toying with her, right? she contemplated.

"Normally I would apply some lubricant before this, but since you're already so naturally wet," the nurse informed, scooping up the juices that leaked out with her index and ring fingers, rubbing them together for even coverage. Annabelle could now feel the fingers poking at her sopping entrance before the nurse warned, "you're going to feel a slight pressure..."

Again, Annabelle couldn't hold back her moan as the digits entered with an audible squelch of latex. "Just relax," the nurse asked softly, only able to get the first joint in. Annabelle just now realized she was squeezing hard and tried to loosen her vice, allowing the nurse to plunge deeper into her flower, past the second joint, and up to her knuckle, like a bee thirsting for nectar. Reminding her that this was a purely clinical act, the nurse moved her other hand up to Annabelle's lower abdomen and began feeling for anomalies, her fingers being squeezed as she applied pressure to Annabelle's g-spot.

"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked, continuing to rub circles atop Annabelle womb with a serious expression.

"F-fine..." Annabelle replied, clearly struggling with a strained expression on her face, blushing red.

Satisfied, the nurse moved her hand off of Annabelle's abdomen and began gently pulling her fingers out of the vagina. But just as she thought it was over, the nurse stared at the flower with a cold expression, paused for a moment, then slowly began to plunge her fingers back in. Shocked, Annabelle vocalized another airy moan as her hips jumped.

"You're very sensitive," the nurse informed, smiling as she finally slid her fingers out of the sopping hole, before reaching over to a drawer. Again, Annabelle wanted to say something but was at a loss for words, just blushing profusely, feeling cold from the vacancy. "One last thing before we're finished, sweetheart," said the nurse, pulling a metal instrument from the cabinet that resembled a duck bill.

One last time, the nurse warmed the instrument up with her breath causing it to fog, before rubbing it with her fingers. Again, Annabelle felt a pressure at her entrance, this time of hard metal, still chilly despite the nurse's attempts to warm it up. "You're going to feel a slight pressure," the nurse repeated, before the device slid deep inside. "Just relax," she asked, as the device delved farther than any fingers could go, all the way up to the cervix. Despite being in similar situations at clinics prior, Annabelle felt exposed in a way she had never felt before as the nurse used the device to peer into her depths, as though she could see into her soul.

The nurse then grabbed a long cotton swab out from the drawer along with an equally long tube. Annabelle could feel the nurse's breath all the way up to her core as she inserted the swab into Annabelle's open cavity, and carefully scooped out some of the fluids oozing out her donut-shaped cervix, before placing the swab back into the tube and capping it off with a stopper. Finally, the nurse slowly slid the metal instrument out of Annabelle's hole, leaving a slight gape that leaked juices. Grabbing a cloth from the drawer, she gently mopped up Annabelle's folds and any excess that leaked out.

"Good," the nurse said as she lowered the stirrups, before picking up Annabelle's gown off the floor. "You can sit up now." Annabelle, still blushing hard, made a mental note to herself to never get turned on before a checkup again.