Put her in the chair

“Well, gentlemen,” Miller spoke up, “As you can see, Miss Guevara’s vagina is dripping wet, to the degree that her juices are running down her thighs and her clitoris is erect!”

Max groaned. The doctor’s words stung, but there was no sense denying it: he was right. She had been constantly wet over the last few days and now, being exposed and groped by a couple of strangers, her horniness had been taken to the next level.

“Miss Guevara claimed to be an anal virgin and considering how tight her sphincter looks, I am tempted to believe her. So I guess whoever injected her left her butt alone.”

Max bit her lip as she remembered how Adam, the fucking bastard cop, had flipped her over, pushed her face into the mattress to shut her up and invaded her ass. Apparently her body had recovered, even though she still could almost feel him as he filled her butt with his cum.

Carlos was shifting uncomfortably now and began to discreetly rub the bulge in his pants. The view was spectacular and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on that little ass…

Fisher leaned back against one of the shelves and grinned. He had seen the doctor at work over a hundred times and had been involved into at least a dozen of his “treatments”. He had to admit though that this exotic hottie outclassed every other girl he had met so far. The PW must have really gotten her good, considering she was still this horny after four days. He had seen victims of PW, hell, he regularly used it with chicks that would otherwise ignore him, but usually the **** wore off while with this girl it seemed the effect was still fucking strong. On the other hand, maybe she just got off on the attention.

“I think, considering that for my report my knowledge of details has to be exact, we need a better view on Miss Guevara’s intimate regions,” Fisher said loudly towards Miller.

The doctor grinned. He had known that he could rely on Fisher to help him out. “That’s right.” He turned back to Max, his voice once again friendly. “Max, would you be so kind and take those clothes off and have a seat in the gyno chair, please?”

Gina let go of her ass-cheeks and stepped back, ogling Max curiously. Max slowly turned her head and looked back over her shoulder at the three men. She was still worried that she’d do something wrong and they would kick her out. When she saw the impatient look in Miller’s eyes she quickly straightened up, turned around and sat on the edge of the desk to take her pants off completely. Her hands were shivering and out of sheer nervousness she forgot to take her sneakers off at first and struggled to push her jeans over her shoes until Gina stepped forward and pulled them off her feet roughly. Max gave the girl a thankful little smile, which was not returned, and pulled her bunched up jeans off. She handed them, along with her thong, to the nurse.

Gina put the pants on the neatly folded pile of Max’ clothes on one of the shelves, but discreetly took the panties for herself. She let the soft material glide through her fingers before she lifted them up to her nose and took a whiff of the wet crotch area. The scent of that girl was incredible! The sweetest cunt she had ever smelled. Before she turned back towards the show Gina shoved the fine piece of underwear into the pocket of her costume. Now she couldn’t wait for the real thing!

Meanwhile Max had hopped onto the chair and looked now uneasily at the old doctor, waiting for the next instruction.

“Place your legs in the stirrups and lean back, Max,” Miller ordered in a calm voice.

Max gave him a doubting look, not trusting him right now, but after he had threatened to stop the treatment earlier she didn’t dare to question him. Sighing she lay back and lilted her legs up into the holders.

Miller acted quickly. He stepped forward, pulled the hidden straps from the ankle holders and armrests and fixed her limbs tightly in that position.

“Hey!” Max lifted her body of the lean and glared angrily at the unsuspected move.

Miller firmly planted a hand on her breast and pushed and held her down. “Relax, Max, this is for your own safety…” he soothed.

Max frowned, doubting, but nonetheless relaxed and stared up to the ceiling, her hands clenched the armrests tightly. She knew that her pussy was even more exposed now than it was when the nurse had spread her ass a couple of moments ago, plus she was stuck in a completely helpless position. As uneasy as she felt about it, it only intensified the tingling in her lower belly.

“I understand that this position is a little uncomfortable for you, Max. So we’ll speed the procedure up! While Doctor Lopez and I inspect your lower body cavities, Agent Fisher will have a look at your mouth and throat area, checking for anything he thinks might be unusual…”

Fisher stepped from above into her field of view, giving her a wide smile as she looked at him with worry in her eyes.

“Hello, Max,” it was the first time this lanky man, whom she had allowed to maul her tits and look at her pussy and asshole, actually spoke to her, “You’re doing great, honey! Now I’ll have to put this in your mouth so you don’t accidently bite me.” He lifted his hand and showed her a metal ring-gag with a leather strap. “Open wide, sweetheart!”

“Wait a seco-NNGH,” her protest was cut short when Fisher pressed the shiny ring between her teeth and fastened the strap behind her head. Grinning he looked down at her, though there was no more soothing in the grin. Her mouth was **** into a big “o” and she looked at him with angry, reproachful eyes.

Suddenly these eyes went wide with alarm and her head jerked up as she looked down. Miller had, without a warning, pushed two fingers into her slit and began to slide them back and forth. Her tight quim offered little resistance as her own juices served as natural lubrication. “MMMMPH!” she squeaked, muffled by the gag.

Miller gave her a wink, continuing to finger her and ignoring her protest. He focused his attention on her sensitive areas; rubbing her g-spot and making her shudder and grip the armrests even tighter.

“As you can feel, Miss Guevara’s inner wall immediately clench down on your fingers. Her arousal is almost a **** for the poor girl by now…”

Max felt a hand entangle in her hair and a second later her head was jerked back again. Fisher smiled down at her. “Please ignore what’s going on down there and keep looking at me!” he ordered. As if she could possibly ignore what Miller was doing to her.

Fisher tilted her head back as far as possible, automatically opening her throat. He kneeled down, so he was upside-down face-to-face with Max and looked deep into her agape mouth.

Max wrinkled her nose as Fisher blew his coffee-breath directly into her face and then gagged when he suddenly trusted two fingers into her mouth, directly into her throat. But instead of pulling back when she choked he simply pushed even deeper. Max’ eyes watered and she began to wretch and thrash around, but Fisher continued undeterred. Tears and strands of saliva ran over her face into her hair as her throat was violated.

Miller chuckled as he watched his right hand man **** Max’ face. Her cunt clenched down on his fingers every time he choked and her ass lifted off the chair while she struggled. He was glad she was restrained with the fight she was putting up.

He looked at Carlos who watched the show with eyes as big as saucers. “Doctor Lopez, do you want to check the vaginal cavity?”

The hulking man almost stumbled over his own feet when he hurried to step forward. He took Miller’s place between the bound, struggling girl’s legs and leaned in to smell her scent directly from the source. It was intoxicating! He stuck two fat fingers into his mouth and coated them with saliva before he lined them up with Max’ vagina. Carefully he pushed forward, enjoying every split second as he began to penetrate this dream girl’s cunt. Her inner walls hugged him tight, gripping his fingers like a strong hand. She felt soft and warm and wet. Slowly he began to move his hand, searching her special spots and using the moves he had learned from countless hours of watching porn to drive Max crazy.

Max had noticed the change between her legs. The gentle treatment of the bear-like man stood in a sharp contrast to the rough attack that the agent put her through. She felt his fingers rub all the right spots. The little voice in her head told her that this couldn’t be a usual inspection; that it had been a trap and she had fallen for them, but those thoughts were soon enough washed away by waves of pure pleasure. Besides, what could she possibly do to stop them?

Gina hadn’t been able to hold back. When Max had been occupied by the greedy hands of the men she hadn’t been able to resist. Knowing that the patient wouldn’t be able to see her, she had pulled her costume up and began to rub her dripping twat while she watched the debasement of the beauty in front of her. When Miller had given up his spot to Carlos, he had stepped behind her and pushed her upper body down, before unzipping his pants and entering her bald cunt from behind. They fucked roughly as they both watched the girl being mistreated.

Fisher continued to finger-fuck her throat for almost three minutes. When he final pulled his hand back, Max’ face was a mess of spittle and tears. She gasped for breath, gulping down air greedily. The “agent” smirked and stepped back. The throat of this slut felt heavenly! He would enjoy treating her to the real thing!

Miller saw that Fisher had retreated. Quickly he pulled out of the Goth girl and they both quickly adjusted their clothes. “Anything unusual?” he asked, continuing the charade.

“Nope, everything normal…” Fisher shrugged.

Miller stepped up to Carlos and gestured for him to move away. Reluctantly he complied.