Grace Soto

Grace followed the worker to a white sterile room with a gynaecological bed in the middle with straps on the side. On the side of the door in big block letters were the words 'NO FEMALE SHALL SPEAK UNLESS ASKED A QUESTION'.

"Remove your shoes and put your feet in the stirrups." The worker told her with a no nonsense voice.

Grace complied and once on the table, he inserted her wrists in the restraints and secured ankle straps to the stirrups. "The examiner should be with you shortly for your examination, but we are backed up so it may take awhile. Oh, and don't bother calling for anybody, it will only increase your punishment time." And with that he left.

Looking around the room, the only things visible was a single rolling chair and a wall of what looked like cabinets set into the side wall, and an overhead lamp that was currently turned off just past the door of the table. The light came from the edges where the wall met the ceiling.

Grace didn’t feel nervous or fearful at all, only a bored patience that came with her genetically modified mind. She wasn’t smart by any means, nor stupidly naive or fearful like her sister.

It was almost an hour later that the examiner came by, pulling a set of latex gloves from a wall cabinet and sitting down in the chair.

“Ow.” The examiner slapped her pussy when she tried to speak. “No talking!” He then pulled out a small tablet from his pocket and started typing. “Fifteen minutes added to punishment.” He said in heavily accented Asian.

“But I just-. Ow.” She received another slap. “Another fifteen minutes. Now stop talking. You chatty girls are reason for backlog.”

He then reached up and pulled down the light and turned it on, pointing the light directly up her twat. “Still a virgin. Uh, more work. Why couldn’t you be slut like normal girl?”

“Normal girls aren’t-. Ow. Ow.” He slapped her pussy twice this time.

“No back talk! And that was rhetorical. Thirty minutes added. Now quit creating more work!” And went back to his examination. “You look to have healthy vagina and...what this? Oh serial number, how convenient of them. You must be new generation since this is first time I see. Let me talk to boss and I’ll be right back.” He then left the room and just as the door was about to shut.

“I have a serial number?” Then she paled again nice she heard his voice.

“Why don’t you girls learn to shut your mouths. You stupid cunt just gained another hour. Maybe that will shut stupid mouth.”

Grace started to mentally curse at both him and herself for gaining two hours of further punishment on top of whatever she was destined to get.