Yes it is, and a whole lot more too [M/F intimacy with MMMMMM on the side-lines!]

"That's fucking freezing!" You squeal and jump a bit as the tips of the doctor's lubricated fingers press against your entrance.

"Please remain still, I don't want to accidentally hurt you." He says calmly. "I'm now going to insert my index and middle fingers inside your vagina."

Fourteen eyes stare at your delicate sex as his fingers begin to move forward and inside your private parts. It's just too embarrassing. You just have to make light of it. "I usually make a guy take me out to dinner before I let him go to second base!"

"Oh, I thought you said you'd only had the one sexual partner?" The doctor asks in an accusatory tone, as his two gloved digits continue to work their way up inside you. It's cold and a little uncomfortable, but also undeniably stimulating. That's probably not helped by the level of sexual arousal your telepathic powers can sense rising around you.

"It was a joke!" You squeal in protest.

"It was a joke that you only had one sexual partner, or a joke that you don't allow men to masturbate you until they have paid for the privilege?" You see him frown from behind his spectacles. His fingers are now fully inside you, and the question is such a contortion of what you said that it's a real struggle to answer quickly and convincingly. You end up confusing yourself.

"The latter! No wait, neither! What was the question again?"

The man who is currently gripping you from the inside turns to the student with the star tattoo. "AJ, note down that the patient's vagina is a 5. No... closer to a 4. And add a note that her self-reporting of her sexual history may be unreliable."

"HEY!" You protest. "That's not fair! I'm not a slu-ooooh..."

At just the wrong moment, the doctor has curled his fingers upwards and touched a sensitive spot inside you that you didn't even know existed. What was supposed to be a stubborn denunciation of the implication that you're an easy lay turns into an undeniably sexual moan. It's all this sexual energy! It's making me more susceptible to his touch!

"An 8.5 Gräfenberg reaction. Write that down."

His fingertips continue to probe this area on the upper wall of your vagina, eliciting several involuntary reactions from you, from little moans to big twitches. It's not long before you're feeling very hot down there. Your breathing becomes more shallow. As much as you hate to admit it, this guy is a master of the art of fingering a woman. Wait, why is he fingering me exactly?!

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" You begin to try to sit up.

"I'm your gynecologist! I know what I'm doing!" He says even more fiercely than before, staring at you directly in the eyes. You detect some frustration rising in his mood. You feel bad for questioning his authority, and timidly lie back down. Fortunately he also begins to relent, slowly removing his gloved hand from your hole.

"Okay, she's ready. Speculum." He holds out his other hand and one of his team places a metal device into it. You watch in a confused and slightly sex-addled haze as he pours ample lubricant over the scary thing. "Okay, once again, prepare for a little coldness." He warns, but without giving you any time to prepare at all, the metal touches your sex and makes you shiver and cry with discomfort.

And the arousal in the room just continues to grow.

If you thought the initial touch of the speculum was uncomfortable, you're now given reason to think again, as having the thing all the way inside you is comparatively several times worse. And then he begins to unscrew it! The devious device slowly widens, pushing against your sensitive inner walls. Your doctor clicks on a small flashlight and takes a good look inside as he winds it open. This is about a hundred times as invasive as any medical procedure you've ever experienced before.

"Tell me when it feels too much." He instructs you, as he continues to widen it.

"It's too much!" You say immediately, sort-of lying but with no desire to allow him to find your true limits. His eyebrows raise at that.

"Hmm." He says with some clear skepticism. "Well it's as I feared, we're going to have to perform the blindfold test. AJ, if you will." He begins to remove the speculum without even bothering to shrink it first, stretching your entrance a bit further as it pops free. And not in a particularly nice way.

As the man with the star around his eye opens a box and retrieves a sleeping mask, you once again snap out of whatever crazy stupor you've slipped into and begin to sit up.

"BLINDFOLD test?! There's no way that's-"

"I. Am. Your. Doctor." He's practically snarling at you. He is my doctor. You repeat internally, and lie back down, allowing yourself to be masked. Once everything is black, and you can no longer see seven male faces ogling your naked form, it's somewhat easier to relax. However your mood reading ability continues unhampered, so you're still mentally suffocated by the aura of sexual hunger, which seems to be preventing your arousal from calming down.

"The purpose of this test," your doctor explains, "is to determine your maximum comfortable capacity. In times like these when so many villains are turning to ahem internal methods of, ah,  'establishing dominance' over a captured hero, it's important that we are seen to have performed our due diligence to confirm that you are sufficiently capable of enduring the, ah, 'enhanced interrogation techniques' most commonly employed by your adversaries. Now, we will start with... this size."

As much as this entire situation is clearly fucked up, it also makes sense to you. Acropolis's reputation precedes itself. You have heard more than a handful of stories about how a novice superheroine, in over her head, has ended up violated each and every way, sometimes even live on local television. As much as you don't expect to end up repeating their mistakes, you understand the need for the League to be confident you'll be able to return unharmed even if external push does come to internal shove.

"The test will proceed as follows. Pretend that I am a villain trying to make you to disclose your civilian identity. If you can tolerate the intrusion, prove it by saying 'My name is Hoot Girl, and I can take it!'. If it's too much, just say something like 'Mercy please, it's too big!'. Understood?"

"U-understood, but-"

He doesn't let you finish, and you feel a smooth phallic object begin to penetrate your pussy.

"Ooooh fuck..." You sigh as the delightful dildo fills you up from the inside. It's definitely not too big, in fact if anything it's just right. Despite your desire to remain professional, all this stimulation down below, combined with the horniness of the students surrounding you, is really beginning to take its toll. You're at risk of losing yourself. You need to get through this test as quickly as possible.

"My name is Hoot Girl, and I can take it!" You say as confidently and proudly as possible, given the circumstances. Nobody else says a word, but you can feel the desire in the men's heads continue to grow. If you weren't blindfolded, you'd probably be able to see more than one tent being erected underneath medical scrubs. You shiver with guilty pleasure as the smooth dildo is removed. They'll be able to smell your arousal soon enough, if they can't already.

"My name is Hoot Girl, and I can take it!" The next dildo that has been inserted into you is a similar size, but with an uneven shape and texture. The final section to go in at the end was moderately girthy but still nothing too special.

"My name is Hoot Girl, and I can take it!" Another smooth one, but thicker this time. It actually stretches you properly, and you think it was probably an inch or so longer as well. It feels fucking amazing. You want to take it home and get to know it properly in your bathtub. But alas it is removed just as promptly as its predecessors. You're properly turned on now. It's becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish between your own desire and the lust of the men around you. You imagine their cocks all bulging within their underwear, **** to be released. The thought doesn't disgust you.

"Aaaah wow, okay." This next one is not only thicker again, but also tiered, with slightly narrower sections in between wider bulbs. The doctor eases it in slowly, and you think that he can tell that if you weren't so turned on, you'd probably be telling him to stop. But you don't want to stop now. You want more. You need more. "My name is Hoot Girl, and I can take it!"

"Ooooh shit!" You normally try to minimise your use of foul language but today has definitely been a day for swearing. Your latest reason is surely clear to everyone: whatever he's trying to penetrate you with now is thick, solid, bumpy and still getting wider as it goes in. And it reaches some sort of bulb that's wider still. Without being able to see just how girthy this monstrosity truly is, you are much too concerned for your delicate entrance's wellbeing to allow him to try. "Hold on a sec-" you start to say, raising a hand and throwing it forward to grab onto the dildo and prevent its advance. But en-route to your crotch, your hand hits something hard and fleshy. And instantly, a man's thoughts flood into your head.

'She's completely under his spell now. She really thinks we're doctors. This is going to be so fucking good.'

And just like that, it's like a fog is lifted. A hundred questions that you should have been asking yourself, or almost asked yourself, come flooding into your mind. How do I know this man is who he says he is? He's never even told me his name. That's weird, isn't it? Why are they wearing masks when they're not performing surgery? Why did Dorothy not tell me about this check-up? Why are all six of these medical students built like a tonne of bricks? What the hell sort of idiot believes in a medical test involving blindfolds and dildoes?!

Several things happen at once. Firstly, and somewhat distressingly, the 'doctor' manages to get the wide part of whatever is inside of you to pop through your opening. You go from feeling rather stretched and a little bit full to overly stretched and impossibly full. There's an instant and urgent need for you to pull it back out. And yet, there's more important things to do. You reach for your mask.

"WAIT! STOP!" Your assailant shouts, but you ignore him. You rip off your blindfold, and you can't believe what you see. The six 'medical students' are all holding their erect penises in their hands and have clearly been masturbating to your body. 'AJ', the one with the star tattoo, is standing slightly behind the fake doctor, holding a camcorder and filming the entire thing. Blood drains from your face at the realisation that this has all been recorded, including you repeatedly admitting not only who you are, but also that you 'can take' the things they've been inserting.

"Wait. I can explain. I AM YOUR DOCTOR-"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" You yell, eliciting visible surprise from the man's bright green eyes. "YOU'RE A BIG FAT PHONY!"

He swears under his breath, before shouting, "Don't just stand there, seize her!"

Several hands reach for you, but before a single one manages to touch you, you're emitting a painful shriek directly into their skulls. Every man's hands go to his head as they all wince and groan in agony. You leap up from the bed, and land on two feet. The massive dildo stuck up inside you makes movement awkward, but still possible. A couple of the hardier men have half-recovered from your psychic attack and try to reach for you again, so you send another wave of mental anguish out in a wave, causing them to stagger backwards. This won't work forever - each time you use the ability on the same person they become slightly more resistant to it. Half-waddling, you barge into the man who brought you here, knocking the wind out of him. Your hand gets to the door and manages to pull it open. A second later, you are outside.

"No, don't chase her!" You hear him croak. "There's like sixty fucking superheroes out there, are you mad?!"

Oh yeah, 'out there'. As in, outside. You're now standing in the car park of one of the busiest buildings in the city. Stark naked, wearing literally nothing but a mask, and the bottom inch of some monster dildo hanging out of your pussy. You can see that at least one gardener and one security guard have noticed you already. With every second that passes, another person will spot you, and become aware of your shame.

You've been a licensed superhero for all of thirty minutes and you're already going to the subject of immense public disgrace. Typical, just typical. You hastily cover your nipples with one arm, and move the other hand down to try and hide the sex toy dangling out of your cunt. You wish the ground would just swallow you up whole!

No, you can't think like that. You need to focus. Damage control. Come on brain, think of a way to make this look good!

"Well it's been a 'hoot', boys, but I must be off!" You announce as loudly as you can. Did that make it seem like you were calm and in control, having just dealt with a room full of bad guys, or did it just give the impression that you have just been getting gangbanged in an RV? You cringe at the thought that the latter is closer to the truth. Oh well, either way, it's too late, you've said it now.

Too many eyes. Too many eyes are peering upon your naked round ass, your heavy exposed chest, and the dildo stuck between your legs. This needs to be over. Closing your eyes, you **** yourself to spread your arms wide, exposing everything to everyone. In this position, your flight powers kick in. Suddenly you go from being a **** of gravity to its master. With impressive acceleration, you shoot straight upwards into the air, not stopping until, from the perspective of the people below, you're just a dot in the sky.

Down below, several people, some staff, some heroes, some members of the public, begin to converge on the spot from where you took off. Before anyone gets too close, the RV's doors close and the engine kicks into life. With a loud screech it takes off, out of the car park and into the city.

"Who was tha-" A man begins to ask, but then he's interrupted by a loud wet THWAP to his right.

A large multicolored silicone 'dragon dildo' with an even larger bulbous knot at the bottom has just landed on the ground beside him. Meanwhile, in the sky, the small black dot speeds off towards the north.

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