Nope, as far as he knows you've volunteered for this. An inspection follows

"Excellent. Nancy informs me that your name is Jenny Rainwood," he says loudly and you wince, wishing he hadn't announced your name to the group, even though they all looked your age or older. "I'd like to thank you for agreeing to fill in on our session. We had a participant booked but she had to cancel at the last moment. I was certain I'd be using a dummy patient to teach these eager students. Much better to have a live one," he chuckled.

Lifting you head off the chair you utter a string of choice words, none of which come close to being decipherable.

"Excellent!" Badgers crows as if you'd said something brilliant. He walks up to the table, looking you over with an excited but clinical eye. "Our participants are given roles, though they each get to choose what role they want. After all, we want all our participants to be comfortable. Jenny here has chosen to be the difficult patient. Thank Jenny, class."

"Thanks, Jenny!" they chorus with excited grins of their own. You chitter out a few more choice words, struggling with the bonds.

Badgers frowns down at you thrashing head and moving limbs, then reaches down and takes a fist-ful of hair. He none-too-gently uses it to yank your head back to the table.

"Michael, there's a strap her at her head that you boys missed. Quite understandable, it is your first try. We need to secure all her limbs. Don't be shy about pulling hard on the straps; they are designed to restrain without causing any damage. I can see leeway in all of the straps you've done, so please tighten them."

"Mmph!" you protest, trying to shake your head. Badgers just maintains a firmer grip on your hair and your efforts merely make your scalp hurt.

Michael, a skinny, weaselly looking boy steps forward. "Can I take over? I want to make sure I get it right."

Badgers chuckles, and lets go of your hair. Instantly your dart your head forward like it can run away all on its own, but Michael is ready. His hand flashes out, grabbing a small section of your hair and jerking your head backwards. The gag muffles your cry of pain as it feels like he's yanking your hair out by the roots.

"A nice try, but you need to grab more hair if possible."

"She avoided it. I'll try again," Michael says, releasing you, pushing your head forward, and then rushing to snag your hair again. Unfortunately he does no better the second time, eliciting another cry as he forcefully thrusts your head into the padded head-rest.

"That will do," Badgers says, to your relief, and turns his attention to the other straps. "Make that one tighter," he advises one student, leaving you open to letting Michael yank your head back and forth, bringing tears to your eyes as as Badgers supervises the other straps. Finally, before Badgers can look back at him Michael yanks a strap across your forehead, pulling it tighter and tighter until you can't move your head. "Excellent job. All of you," Badgers compliments. You grumble a few choice complaints that Badgers misinterprets. "See? Jenny thinks you did a wonderful job too!"

"Now, who can tell me what kind of patient Jenny here has kindly agreed to portray?" he asked, patting your shoulder, his long fingers resting just above your naked breast.

Blank looks adorn the boys faces until one boy raises his hand.

"A difficult one?" he suggests hesitantly.

"Quite true, but what I meant was, in what situation might you have a patient trussed up like this, and what might you be preparing for?"

"Surgery?" Michael sounded eager, making you cringe and vow to stay away from him. If you ever got the chance.

"Well, it is true that you might need to restrain someone for surgery, but we aren't a hospital. The only kind of surgery we would do in this kind of doctor's office is cosmetic surgery."

"We're going to give her tits?" a boy blurts, making you blush in shame. Why do boys always insult your breasts? It's not like they're flat, just small, and they're high and firm with great nipples - a tiny bit longer than normal and eraser-thick with small round aureolas. Just ask the many boys who've loved tugging and twisting and biting them. Come to think of it, maybe your nipples could stand to be a little less attention-seeking and sensitive.

Badgers sighs. "This is a student exercise to show you different scenarios in your prospective medical careers. Your job is to inspect this subject and see what kind of patient she might be. Ask yourself, what kind of scenarios would involve a patient being strapped down? What situations would require her to be naked? She has provided you with clues, so you need only inspect all aspects of her to spot them."

'Clues?' you think. 'You didn't expect to be strapped to a table when you came here, and you certainly didn't provide clues.'

"Uh..." the hesitant hand-raiser jumped back into action.

"Jerry?" Badgers nodded.

"A prison?"

"True. A prison could need to immobilize a subject. What else?"

"A surgeon's table!" Michael suggests with a blissful smile that makes you and Badgers wince in tandem.

"Ahem. Yes Michael. Christopher?" Badger nods at another student with relief.

"A mental asylum?"

"Excellent ideas!" Badgers crows, patting you like they were voicing your own ideas. "Let's move on to what she is here for. As I said, you should inspect her and her belongings for clues."

A dozen eyes light up, though they don't need to swivel to you as they've already been feasting on your naked body. They rush as one towards you, reaching for any part of your body they can reach.

Badgers looks on like a proud parent as their hands brush up and down your legs, between your thighs, upon your breasts and along your slit. You try to squirm away, but with nowhere to go it just looks like you're enjoying their attentions and seems to encourage them. Your breath picks up, and a small groan escapes.

"She's wet!" one yells out like it's a great discovery. The others laugh and blood suffuses your face.

"And she doesn't care that she's naked. She isn't turning red or struggling or anything!" another cries out, ignoring the fact that the restraints are why you aren't struggling and your deep tan is why they can't see that your cheeks are red in embarrassment.

"She's panting hard like she's enjoying herself. She must like being tied up and groped," Michael laughs, twisting your breast as he speaks. You'd glare at him but the hands stroking your body have you shivering with erotic sensations and you moan into the gag.

"Excellent!" Badgers crows, as if the grope-fest was the pinnacle of professional behavior. "Has anyone inspected her clothes and belongings? There might be clues there as well."

"Uh, she was only wearing these," a boy dares to speak without raising his hand. Apparently being able to freely grope a girl gives a boy courage.

Badgers nods at the little shorts and the unzipped hoody. "And was there anything noteworthy in them or about them?"

The boy looked blank, clearly unable to fathom why clothes would be interesting when there was a naked hot chick strapped to a table in front of him.

"They were practically falling off her," Christopher volunteered. And she didn't have anything in them."

"Was there anything in her pockets or purse?"

"Money!" Christopher yells, delighted as he roots in your purse. "Oh. Nevermind, just a few bills and coins. She's not a very good whore if she is one."

"Cheap whore, then. Or crack whore. They get **** enough they sell themselves cheap!" Todd volunteered, adopting a knowing veneer.

"Ahem. Leave Jenny's money alone, please."

"Here's her driver's license. Looks like she came from some nowhere-ville in Florida. Hey, here's a student ID. Hah! She's a student at Loser College!"

"That is Losier College. French," Badgers corrects, though there's a faint sneer to his words. It wasn't until you attended the college that you heard what a poor reputation it and its students have.

"Or Looser College, cuz all the girls who go there are loose from fucking so much," a boy laughs, and pokes a finger in your pussy. "Yup, loose alright," he laughs as you make startled sounds.

"She likes it," Michael assures everyone as if he were an expert.

The boys are soon handing around your IDs, bank and credit cards, and anything else they can find while Badgers tries to coral them.

"Boys! Boys, please, put the items back in her purse. Michael, what are you doing?" Badgers asks, and you notice Michael fiddling with your clothes.

Michael just gives an innocent look. "Nothing," he assures the doctor. "Just seeing if there's anything hidden, y'know."

"Fine. Put her clothes and belongings aside, please," Badgers orders them.

The boys reluctantly start putting (most) of your belongings back in the purse and onto the counter.

"So, she's sexually aroused, she bares as much of her body as she possibly can, she has no objections to being tied up and manhandled..."

You wince at the description. It makes you sound like some wanton slut, but you're not...

"Jenny's got a big fat dildo in her cunt!" Todd yells at the top of his lungs, no doubt loud enough for the entire building to hear. Thirteen heads, Badger's included, immediately dart between your legs. More than a few clunks and pained sounds occur as they vie for a look. Hands reach out, pulling your lips and yanking your sex open, only to be knocked aside and replaced by others. Your lips stretch painfully under the onslaught while they get a close up look at your drooling pussy.

"Well, this is a very interesting scenario you've come up with Jenny. What do you think she's representing to us, young men?"

"She's a slut!"

"A whore!"

"A crack whore!" Michael yells.

"A nympho!"

"A **** mule!" a larger boy calls out.

The boys turn and stare at him.

He shrugs. "What? It's a thick dildo. Maybe it's hollow. Maybe it's to disguise that she's got coke shoved inside her cunt. Maybe her asshole is stuffed with it too?"

Badgers blinks, looking a little stunned by the suggestions.

"Er... Yes. Very... ingenious, Todd. Why don't you, um, check."

"I'll check her ass," Michael volunteers immediately, and elbows the other boys aside in a mad dash for position. Badgers sighs but doesn't object, something you wish he'd done. You don't have a good feeling about letting Michael have access to any part of you.

"Before we inspect her insides I'd like to suggest that you take a closer look at her skin. While Jenny certainly may be a whore do we have clues suggesting she is a crack whore? Take a close look for needle marks. Or rather, fake needle marks. At least I'd hope they'd be fake, Jenny," he finishes with a mutter to you.

A few indignant sounds escape your gagged mouth, but with the hands rubbing your skin again it turns into gasps and moans. The boys crowd against the table and your squirming body is pawed by eager hands. Hot breath pants heavily against your skin, like warm feathers stroking you to an ever-more aroused state. You even feel a few lips and tongues dare to touch you. Even being called a possible whore doesn't dent the upward spiral, and if anything adds to it.

"I don't see anything," Christopher says, and that seems to be the consensus.

"Very good. So we shall rule out crack whore, though Jenny could still easily be a whore or a slut or a nympho, and she could be in a prison, mental institution, or simply visiting her doctor. Todd, Michael, time for your investigations."

Todd and Michael seem to race to get between your legs, and for a moment they shove at each other as they gather between your legs, bumping into your thighs.

"Boys!" Badger barks, and they freeze. "Michael, you will need a speculum, latex gloves and lubricant. It looks like we won't need lubricant for her vagina, but you please bring enough for Todd, as well as spare gloves and a clamp.

Grumbling and clearly annoyed at being made to do something for someone else Michael goes to the indicated part of the room. He opens a drawer and eyes the contents a long moment before reaching in

"This is all I could find, sir," he says with wide-eyed sincerity, firmly closing the drawer before anyone can double-check. In his hands he holds two latex gloves, a squeeze bottle down to its last drops of lubricant, the biggest - and only - speculum you've ever seen, and a tiny pair of clamps that looks old and ready to break.

"Really?" Badgers appears surprised. "I could have sworn we had restocked that drawer. Well, there's a pre-arranged 'safeword' Jenny's agency gave that Jenny will give if she objects, so we shall continue."

Safe word? you wonder. How are you supposed to give a safeword with a gag in your mouth? How can you even indicate discomfort with your limbs when they're tied down and slightly numb?