ENF-031 – DOCTOR’S BAG

Item # : ENF-031

Object Class: Code Red

Containment Procedures: ENF-031 is to be kept in an appropriate security facility and made available to any Medical Doctor staff member, with a valid license to practice. While harmlessly inanimate, in the wrong hands its use can be manipulated to generate rubber-gloved handfuls of humiliation hysterically not found in the Hippocratic Oath. As Dr. Blithe is the only member of the foundation qualified to carry it, the bag should be stored in a log-controlled containment unit, and not left in the trunk of his car.

Description: ENF-031 is a handsome satchel, crafted from dark brown alligator hide, with braided leather grips. Its only remarkable feature is a small white circle emblazoned with a red cross, atop what appeared to be the hourglass figure of a buxom female patient.

Its catalogued contents include:

Doctor’s head lamp

A bottle of aspirins

Paper gown-this item is unaccounted for, despite being catalogued

A box of latex gloves with loud snapping-action

Extra-large Tongue Depressors

Stethoscope, with self-contained refrigerant

Blood pressure cuff

Oversized, dual purpose thermometer, noted as being a two-holer

Reflex hammer-with paddle adapter

Forceps

Clamps

A Depilator

Enema bag

Suppositories

Syringe

Various medications, salves, and bandages

Addendum 018-1 Exam Room A, Doctor Hans Blithe, and Dr. Carol Song

From behind a dressing screen, a female voice complained, “But doctor, I only have a sore throat...”

“I said, remove ALL your clothes Dr. Carol; quickly, I am very busy today”

Slowly she crept out, completely naked. She faced Dr. Blithe, trying to cover her pert breasts and curl-covered cookie

“Hands at your sides, please.” He turned on his headlamp. “Now open up and say...”

“AAAAHHHHHhh,” she interrupted, familiar with this drill as he inserted the giant tongue depressor.

“Bite down” he directed.

“Ggrgrle” she gurgled, while Dr. Blithe pressed his frosty stethoscope against her large pink nipples, one after the other, repeatedly.

Carol, stared at the wall in disbelief. Her hardened nipples throbbed.

He examined her entire nude body closely. She inadvertently wriggled her hips as she felt the heat from his headlamp tickle the topmost curls of her auburn bush.

“Now, let’s check your blood pressure,” he announced as he took a blood pressure cuff out of the bag.

Wide-eyed, Carol drooled around paddle in her mouth as the doctor pulled both arms behind her back and secured them with the Velcro cuff. Inflated, her hands were bound tightly together, high on her back.

Blushing, she stared dumbfounded as the smiling doctor removed from the bag, a trio of enormous thermometers.

He faced her and nodded yes, nearly blinding her with the glaring lamp.

Doctor Blithe pulled the tongue depressor from her mouth and Carol spluttered, “DOCTOR! You can’t be seriou...Ahrrggg...” Before she could finish, he popped the huge glass cylinder between her lips, stoppering her mouth again.

Deftly, he lifted her restrained arms forcing her into a deep stoop and her ripe derrière high in the air. She shook her head violently, and protested as her red face darked further, “Doc-or, -ease, I... on’t eed a....EEEIIIIoooiiiiiii!! With practiced ease, he quickly inserted the other two thermometers while Carol squealed at the second and third intrusions.

He looked at his watch and said with a series of pats to her upthrust ass, “I’ll be back in an hour to check the readings, Carol. I have other patients waiting.

So shamefully skewered, she wobbled unsteadily, staring in a rage at the departing Dr. Blithe.

Of course he left the door open, and the crowded waiting room now erupted with snickers and giggles.