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Peggy Carter had done what the doctor asked, spreading her legs out as she stood and lifted her arms. Something was wrong here, and she could feel it. A standard exam wouldn’t have taken her dignity, and friendly medics knew better than to call her Margret. But there was three of them in the room, and only one very naked Peggy. She would need to bide her time, unfortunately her concentration was broken when one of the “doctors” grabbed her pubic hair and gave it a hard tug.

“Bloody!” Peggy cried out.

“We have to examine things that aren’t regulation Margret. Did you not read the personal grooming requirements for secretaries and agents?” The doctor asked.

“I read section c, paragraph four,” Peggy winced as the doctor’s continued to play with her bush, their fingers occasionally grazing the tips of certain…lips. “A agent must keep proper grooming unless war time conditions **** them to…to diverge.”

“Indeed,” one of the doctor’s said as he put on rubber gloves. “But a good girl like you Margret have been mostly on base, with cream, razors, and plenty of mirrors. And yet you still disobey.”

“We’re fighting a war, it’s not my fault I don’t always have a bloody shower or privacy to maintain standards. But my record is exemplary!”

“Not enough for you to break rules,” The doctor said as he snapped his fingers and one of the three doctors in the room left. “We’ll take care of it soon enough.”

“Soon enough?” Peggy asked in disbelief.

“My associate will return with a shaving cream, a razor, and something the boys have been working on for a more…permanent solution to your little hair problem Margret. We’ll get you to be a good girl soon enough.”

Doctor Faustus laughed behind the glass as he could continue to see his prize squirm. He had made a pet with the boys at HYDRA command that he could turn this spitfire of a woman into a groveling pleasure servant, but that meant molding her mentally and physically. And in the Führer’s world a brunette Brit with a wicked jaw was never going to do. Remove the bush, bleach the hair, increase the bust, and parade his prize around Hydra Headquarters as if he was some god.

Of course, Faustus didn’t count on Peggy Carter being more than just eye candy as the agent looked past the doctor getting dangerously close to the opening of her vagina and more towards the figure behind the two way mirror.

“OK, someone is clearly watching this, and the SSR doesn’t go this…draconian on infractions in the handbook. Which means…I’m being played here. Ok Margret…there’s two of them…and one of you. You’ve faced much wo-,” She thought to herself before feeling a cold finger slip into her pussy.

“Ah!” Peggy yelled out. “You could give a gal a bit of a warning next time!”

“We need to make sure they didn’t put any trackers inside of you Margret and to ensure your…purity,” The doctor said as he glided his fingers into Agent Carter, the spy often cooing with accidental pleasure.

“Interesting Margret, normally I wouldn’t someone as…noble as you being so **** to a simple examination, the last few dames we had in here managed to get through with nary a leak,” The doctor said as he could feel Peggy’s pussy juices slowly dampen his glove. “Tell me Margaret, when was the last time you were able to reach…completion?”

“Comp-! That’s not something I have to…to…disclose!” Peggy mutter as she could feel herself leaking in pleasure. Really she wasn’t as active in the bedroom as many men loved to speculate. There was her fiance, but even then it was more heavy kissing with a light flick of the wrist. And her and Captain Rogers had tried…it’s just before they could do anything war would break out and that had to come first.

“You sure are disclosing it on my hand,” The doctor laughed. “Once again Margaret you’re full of surprises.

“Uh huh,” Peggy moaned a bit as another doctor pushed her more towards the wall, her back arching as she was **** to put her hands out to not hit the wall. At this point the two doctors had abandoned all pretense of an “exam” and were fondling the agent’s ass and pussy. As she looked in front of her, with her hands on the mirror. She could see her captor, this Faustus laughing at her. And she had had enough.

Her right leg kicked back, nailing the first doctor in the crotch, sending him stumbling back.

“What the…” the other doctor said before the agent leapt into the air, her bare legs wrapping around this pretender’s head, sending him to the ground ****.

“No…no…no,” Faustus said as he ran out from the hidden room. The subject was supposed to be docile, supposed to break from the treatment and mental ****, instead as the naked brunette threw one of the steel chairs through the glass window, the anger in her eyes burned through to Faustus.

“Who’s bloody next!” Peggy Carter yelled, naked and ready for a fight.