The exam

Angela lay there waiting for Abigail to return. She had almost dozed off when she heard a deep, guttural roar. Or at least it sounded like a roar. It was ancient, primeval, and full of rage and malice. After that came the sound like something had crashed, followed by a blood curdling scream that sounded almost human. Then there was silence. It was enough to make her sit up and look around as Abigail returned to the room. "i thought I heard something!" she said, directing her attention to Abigail.

"My dear, I'm not surprised about that," the nurse's soothing voice said. "There are lots of strange sounds in this old place at night. Most are explainable. What is it you thought you heard?"

"It sounded like a roar from some monster, followed by a crash, and a scream."

"I see," Abigail said as she gently put Angela on her back again. "What you probably heard was the breeze coming in off the ocean as it entered the catacombs below us. Yes, there are catacombs, and some of them open up on the cliff face. You should hear it when a fierce wind whips through them. Now that's really scary." She pulled out a pair of rubber gloves from a box on the tray beside her. "Now it's time for me to do your exam. Then I can give you your clothes, and show you to your room."

Her explanation seemed to placate Angela's curiosity as the girl now lay quietly. "Did my dad get off okay?" she suddenly asked.

"Oh yes, he's been gone for quite some time," she answered with a knowing smile. She picked up a specculum as she made her way between Angela's parted legs. "I'm going to examine your vagina first. This may feel cold for a few moments, so be prepared." She guided the mouth of the instrument straight into Angela's love canal.

Angela grimaced as she felt the cold metal against her tight, inner walls. Then she felt like she was being spread apart from the inside out. She could feel cool air rushing into her womb like a ghost lover. Or at least what she imagined a ghost would feel like inside her. Cool, but not completely cold.

Abigail turned on a monitor, which she turned so Angela could see. "This is what the inside of your vagina and womb look like." She fished a fiber optics camera down inside of her to get a good view of Angela's inner workings. "Well, I can tell you you're not pregnant," she joked. "But everything looks good in there. No sign of scarring, no damage. You have a perfect womb for child rearing, should you ever want to have children."

"I'm not so sure I want to bring another child into this fucked up world," she responded to Abigail's comments. She felt the specculum vacating her, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness as her vagina started to return to normal.

Abigail put the specculum back on the cart tray, and began to check Angela's mid section. She pressed firmly, but gently. "I'm sure you'll change your mind someday. When you get older, you find yourself desiring to become a mother. Tell me if anything hurts." She found herself wanting to rip off the rubber gloves she was wearing, so she could feel how soft and silky Angela's skin was. But she knew she had to resist it for now. There would be plenty of time to corrupt this one! And she was a beauty worth corrupting slowly. She wanted to turn her into her master's favorite breeder.

After finishing Angela's abdominal exam. Abigail removed the gloves. "Next I'm going to check your breasts for lumps."

"But I'm only twenty," Angela protested mildly. "I shouldn't have any lumps."

"Young lady," Abigail addressed her. Are you a qualified medical expert?"

"Well, no," she answered sheepishly.

"Breast cancer can start any time after puberty. There have even been rare cases where it has happened earlier than puberty. Now please let me do my job."

Angela sighed. "Yes ma'am."

Abigail started feeling Angela's breasts. They were so soft, yet firm, Her skin was silky smooth, just as she had imagined. Her thoughts started to drift as her hands began to lovingly caress Angela's young tit flesh. She felt herself getting wet with desire as she heard Angela gasp from her touch. She dared to touch the girl's firm, erect nipples, which were thick and succulent.

Angela closed her eyes, and began to quietly moan. It felt so good to be touched by her in such a kind, loving way. She found herself getting wet, desiring more. "Oh, yes!" came her sultry whisper. "Please, more!"