No other way out

Rhonda spent a few minutes weighing her decisions. If she said yes, she'd be **** to be naked at all times for who knows how long with everyone watching. But if she said no, it'd be prison for her and maybe even worse. With a deep sigh, she made her choice. "Okay, I'll give it a shot."

"Wonderful, good to see you're ready." Beatrice said satisfied and got up from her seat. "Please follow me."

Rhonda followed the doctor out of the interrogation room and into an examination chamber, in what she assumed to be the very last walk she'd take with clothes on. "Please stand right there and take off your clothes Ms. Bonney."

The younger girl did as she was told and stood at attention, but she still tugged at her clothing with ****. "If you're still nervous, then allow me to demonstrate." Beatrice tried convincing Rhonda some more by getting naked herself. Underneath the doctor's uniform, she was a quite attractive lady who looked about ten to fifteen years older and had far larger boobs. "See, nothing to be afraid of."

"Yeah, try telling that to anyone who might be jealous of your looks." Rhonda let out a dry laugh and slowly got to work. She could hear the doctor chuckle cutely while she took off her T-shirt, jean shorts, underwear and shoes & socks.

"For someone your age, you have a pretty nice body yourself." Beatrice complimented while fiddling with one of Rhonda's pink nipples. "Now then, are you ready?"

"Before you do whatever you want to do to me, can we take a few nudes together as a reminder of now?" Rhonda asked as she plucked her phone from her pocket.

"Oh! I have never been asked that question before." Dr. Gordon gasped. "But if that's the way you want it, then I accept."

For the next half hour, the two women took various naked pictures of each other and a few together. The poses they both struck varied from sexy to innocent, but one thing they all shared was that they were both nude.

When Rhonda felt like she had taken enough, she felt a little more calm now. "Okay, I'm ready doc. Do your thing." she commanded with a meek smile. As Beatrice injected some sedative into her arm, the last thoughts Rhonda had in mind were of what happened if Jean suffered this fate.