Blame it on the Potion

Fran looked down at the white lab coat that she always wore. She unbuttoned the top button, and then the next, until she had it unbuttoned. When she finished she just stared ahead at the darkened silhouettes watching her. “Here let me hang that up.” Dr. Winker finally said, as she slid the coat off of Fran. Fran watched as he hung it up on a wooden clothes tree, attached to the head of the exam table. He turned around and stood off to Fran’s side. “Ah snap it up Fran. Times money.”

Dr. Winker, tiring of Fran’s stalling ways, finally decided that her white blouse was next. Fran, with trembling hands, slowly unbuttoned it. Dr. Winker again helped her, by sliding it off her shoulders. Fran quickly covered her bra covered breasts with her arms, which brought out some giggling from Blondie. She also heard, “nice hooters lady,” followed by some applause from the other side of the glass.

“Please no comments from the peanut gallery,” Blondie snapped, and Fran figured that she must have heard them too.

“Sorry Fran,” Dr. Winker moaned. “Please continue.”

Fran could already feel the heat of stares. She also knew that her skirt was next. She mustered up some courage and unzipped it and slid it down her legs. Fran was now wishing she had worn the red robe after all, because stripping, in front of a crowd of onlookers, was almost unbearable. She also realized that the Brady Brunch thing, wasn’t working for her.

Dr. Winker hung up her skirt, as Fran moved next to table, yearning for its shelter.

“Ah Fran not yet,” Dr. Winker said, as he held his arm in front of her.

“What?” Fran quickly shot.

“I need you to take off the bra too.”

“Yah right!” Fran snapped, as quickly as Dr. Winker said it.

“Listen here Fran,” Dr. Winker said as he grabbed Fran’s arm and pulled her close to him, as he whisper into her ear. “Look just do it, you have too, for proper testing, and don’t you dare embarrass me in front of my bosses.”

“Oh yah embarrassed YOU,” Fran quickly thought. “You’re not the one with the TITS.”

“Now get that bra off!” Dr. Winker said as he let go of her arm, “Or I’ll rip it off!” Fran frantically looked around the room, unsure of which way to turn. There were eyes in all directions. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, even in the 55 degree room.

Fran slid her left arm under her bra and with the other lifted it over her head and handed it to Dr. Winker, who hung it up, while Fran quickly tried to get on the table, once again.

“Hold on a sec!” Dr. Winker snapped. “Aren't you forgetting something?” Fran almost instinctively grabbed her panties with her right hand. “That’s right them too.”

“NO WAY!” Fran screamed.

“Lower your voice!“ Dr. Winker barked. “I thought you knew that you were going to have your temperature taken during the exam.”

“Yah I did,” Fran mumbled. “In my mouth.”

“Silly girl, you also know you will have a breathing tube. Can‘t do both in there.” Dr. Winker teased.

“Then...Oh My God!” Fran shrieked.

“That’s right, we’re going to have to use the good old fashion rectal thermometer.” Dr. Winker said seemingly loud enough so everyone could hear.

Fran could here some rumbling from the spectators, as she fumbled for some words. “Please, I don’t think.”

Dr. Winker pulled her next to him again. “You betta think! Look you might not respect me, but you will respect the jacket!” He hissed, pointing to his white doctor’s jacket.

Fran had her panties half way off, before she realized that she didn’t even know what that meant, but they were soon wrapped around her ankles, so it was to late anyways. She used her hand to cover her crotch, as she stepped out of them, quickly kicking them under the exam table. She watched in horror as Dr. Winker bent down and picked them up. He held them up and shook them out, before he hung them up on the tree as well, as Fran cringed, noticing her clothes were piled up, in the exact opposite way, in which she took them off.

Blondie caught Fran’s eye, as she motioned for her to lie down, on the table. Fran let out a sigh, as she finally slid onto the table. Her eyes now staring into the bright lights. Her back experiencing the table’s cold surface. Fran folded her hands over her chest and squeezed her thighs tight, while trying to adjust into a comfortable position, on the small table.

“Now just relax, and try to bring your heart rate down,” Dr. Winker said as grabbed her by the right wrist. Fran’s head snapped up as Blondie also grabbed her by the right ankle. She heard the distinctive sound of Velcro straps being opened and then closed. She was strapped to the table, before she realized what they had just done. She tried to pull away, but the Velcro was doing its job. Fran could only offer a plea of mercy, as her other wrist and ankle quickly followed.

When they backed away from her, Fran squirmed about helplessly on the table. Her face a flame now, as she didn’t have anything to hide her nudity. She suddenly remembered last night’s shaving episode and quickly looked down at her pussy. She could see it, and she knew everyone else could too, but at least her pussy lips were tightly snuggled together, guarding her hidden treasure. She also tried to remember if she ever saw the strap, or the metal leg extensions that her legs were now strapped into now. She even let out a nervous laugh as she thought to herself, “if your trying to get my heart rate down, ah this ain’t helping the cause, guys!”

Fran watched as Blondie approached again. Her body flinched as Blondie applied the first sticky pad, and then the next. Fran knew these were for the EKG machine. She just shook her head as she suddenly realized that Blondie was doing her job. All those years of studying and studying. The night classes she took to become a certified EMT and now a lowly secretary was doing her job, while she lay there like some model, and a naked one at that. Fran flinched again as Dr. Winker pricked her with a needle, to start an IV, which would then be used to monitor her blood. He hooked her up to his fancy blood monitoring machine, while Blondie continued. Fran was kind of surprised that at least Blondie put the pads in the proper spots.

With the pads in place, Blondie began hooking up the EKG wires, as Dr. Winker returned and quickly slipped a Hallow on Fran’s head, which she knew was to record her brain waves. Dr. Winker moved onto the breathing apparatus next, which was like an egged shaped ball, with a breathing tube burrowed through the middle. Fran opened wide and couldn’t help but notice that Dr. Winker seemed to enjoy slipping it into Fran’s mouth. He even had to do it a couple of times, “to get the proper fit,” he said. While Fran’s stomach turned, realizing the metaphor. But Fran didn’t have long to fret that, as she suddenly felt her legs rising, with the leg extensions. Fran tried to lift her head, but the Hallow held her head in place. Fran’s eyes started to well up, as she realized that she was now in a sitting position, only lying on her back, and they also welled because she knew what was next.

Fran's whole body shook, as she heard the distinctive sound of a rubber glove being snapped on, even though she knew it was coming. She started blinking her eyes furiously to try to clear them. When they cleared somewhat, she saw Blondie applying some lubricant to Dr. Winker’s extended index finger, before Dr. Winker turned his attention back to Fran, who felt her legs being lifted a little higher and spread a little wider, as she suddenly realized the leg thingies could be moved into any position they desired. She noticed Dr. Winker pausing, as if to see if she was in the proper position. She also noticed a sly smile on his face. “Or is he just admiring the view?” She quickly thought, before she wanted to scream, “Hey doc, close my legs, I ain’t having a baby here.”

“Just relax Fran; remember I'm a doctor.” Dr. Winker said, just as she felt the coolness, of the lubrication, on her anus. Fran wanted to scream at him again that he was a doctor of science, and not a medical doctor, but then she tried to scream at him to get his finger out of her asshole, but with the rubber egg in her mouth, all’s came out was murmured gargling. Fran felt sudden relief as his finger withdrew, but not before it did some cruel twisting and turning. Fran could only bite her oral obstruction, as she quickly felt the thermometer start its invasion, causing tears of pain and humiliation to flow. While her body filched about, as the thermometer was much larger than DR. Winker’s finger, the bonds again doing there job.

Fran felt a hand on her chin and heard Blondie’s voice. “It’s alright Fran, the worst is over now, just try to relax...I know Honey, I know.” Blondie used a soft cloth to dab some of Fran's tears. “Plus you’re going to ruin my make up job,” she added with a giggle.

“C’mon Sissy, don’t embarrass me in front of all these people,” as soon as Dr. Winker said it, more tears started to flow, as Fran wanted to thank him for the reminder, as she almost forgot the view the spectators must have off her. She also watched in horror, as one of her co-workers, moved one of the camera’s, so that it seemed to be focused right between her legs. Fran’s humiliating day on the table to be preserved forever.

“Give her a couple of seconds, now just go away,” Blondie whispered to Dr. Winker, who turned to address the crowd. Fran was a little surprised with Blondie. Today was the first time Fran could remember that she stuck up for her.

For the next ten minutes, Fran just closed her eyes and tried to relax, as they needed to bring her levels down. The room also flooded with soft music. Blondie also shut off all the lights, except for the light directly over the exam table, as now only a cone of light lit up Fran.

Dr. Winker suddenly announced he was satisfied with her readings, so he took off Fran’s breathing apparatus. Before Fran could even utter a word, he lifted her head and poured the test tube of liquid down Fran's throat. Fran was now choking on the potion that she had worked so hard on. The liquid quickly burned her mouth and throat. The breathing apparatus was snapped back into place, as the liquid continued its journey. Fran was left alone for ten minutes again as the potion went to work. Fran also knew that she just went past the point of no return.

Dr. Winker called out time and they all recorded their readings, which brought Dr. Winker and Blondie up to the table again. Dr. Winker simply grabbed the rectal thermometer and pulled it out. He quickly wiped it off and took a reading. Fran could only wince as it entered her, once again. Fran also winced because she knew that the test was set for one hour, and then the cool down, so this would happen five more times.

Time moved painfully slow for Fran now, as she began to perspire under the light’s rays, and the heat of the stares. The potion was also kicking in, making Fran tingle all over, it felt like an arm of ants were marching over her skin. Her senses seemed to be on high alert.

Each time Dr. Winker checked Fran’s temperature the feeling seemed to become more intense. The discomfort of earlier, now replaced with twinges of pleasure. On the fourth temperature check, Dr. Winker even changed to a larger rectal thermometer, which stretched Fran's anal cavity to its limits, while it also caused Fran’s body to shudder, wit a mixture of pleasure and pain. It also spiked her readings.

Blondie, following Dr. Winkers orders, used a soft cloth to help soak up some of Fran’s perspiration. She started with Fran's face and then down her neck. Fran’s head was in a fog, but she still knew what was next, as she felt pressure on her breasts. Her nipples had become almost painfully erect, as her body tingled with sensations, especially as the cloth was dragged across each bumpy nub. Blondie continued her dance down Fran’s body, finally resting on her pubic bone. She folded the damped cloth before she patted Fran's glistening pussy. Blondie flashed Fran a devious smile, but Fran couldn’t bear to watch. Blondie checked her work by running her finger from the top of Fran’s pussy, to the bottom. Fran's eye’s suddenly snapped open, as she could have sworn she felt Blondie's finger, slip quickly inside of her aroused opening.

Fran’s strained her eyes, as she heard Blondie moan, “all set,” as she returned to her station. Fran’s eyes bulged, as she could make out that her pussy lips were no longer tightly nestled together. Instead they fell to the sides, like a drunken rose. Her hidden treasure now exposed, for all to see.

Fran was painfully aware of her body’s aroused state for the next two temperature checks. She was never so happy as when Dr. Winker announced that the hour was over, and that she would need a ten minute cool down. Fran’s happiness was brief however, as she noticed the door to the observation room open. She cringed when the spectators started flowing into the lab, many offering their congratulations to Dr. Winker, while many using the opportunity to get up close and personal with Fran.

Fran was suddenly surrounded with onlookers, many not even disguising their ogling. The Suits, her former teachers, the old janitors, all discussing her body, many poking and prodding, all while Fran frantically strained against her bounds. Dr. Winker’s son even used the opportunity to tweak Fran's erect left nipple. Fran’s cool down period, anything but. Suddenly Fran's racing heart, caused an alarm to go off. The piercing buzzing sound, instantly filling the room, until Blondie shut it off.

“All right, show time is over,” Blondie announced as she returned and noticed a couple of the men openly groping Fran. Dr. Winker’s son even fingering Fran’s pussy. “Let’s go, there’s a bar across the street, some of you guys look like you could use a beer, or a cold shower!”

Blondie let her co-workers gather their data, and then noticed they were lingering.

“C’mon guys, I think she has had enough!” Blondie snapped as she shooed, the reluctant to leave men, out the door. “Men!” She gasped, as she moved back over to Fran and began to pull off the sticky pads, as Dr. Winker took off the Hallow, and then he just stood and watched.

“Ah you too,” Blondie moaned.

“Me, but this is my lab!” Dr. Winker snapped.

“Yah and this is my pussy,” Blondie said lifting up her dress. “And if you want some more of this, you’ll leave now.”

Dr. Winker, stood in stunned silence for a second, before he bolted for the door. Blondie giggled as started removing the breathing apparatus from Fran’s mouth, as Blondie read her face. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t even have a high school diploma, and I make more money than you do!”

“Blondie could you please free me,” Fran managed, ignoring Blondie’s confession, because she was still painfully aware of her nakedness, and her humiliating position, while it also didn’t really surprise her.

“No problem,” Blondie chirped and Fran quickly sighed, as Blondie moved between Fran’s legs. “All in due time.”

“What?” Fran quickly moaned.

“Just have to clean you up first,” Blondie said, as she twisted on the thermometer, still deep inside of Fran. “This is the biggest rectal thermometer I could find.”

“Huh,” Fran moaned.

“I mean, I saw, seen.” Blondie mumbled. “It’s big eh?”

“Yah it was pretty big,” Fran moaned out, as Blondie slowly slid it out. “Can you at least put my legs down, I’m starting to cramp?”

“Sure, just let me get this,” Blondie said as she used a damp towel to clean Fran’s anus. Fran could only roll her eyes, as Blondie whistled as she worked.

“Well that’s good enough, for now,” Blondie said before she lowered the rails that held Fran’s legs up, but left them spread apart. Fran moaned her thanks, as the blood rushed down her legs. “Do you know my place is on the top floor? Maybe you should come up for a hot bath?”

“Yah,” Fran moaned. “I mean, yah I knew you lived upstairs!”

“It would be easier,” Blondie said, as she moved over to the sink.

“Ah Blondie, I can wash myself.” Fran moaned, as she watched Blondie wet another face cloth.

“Yah I know, but what fun would that be,” Blondie purred as she strolled back and simply dropped the face cloth onto Fran's stomach. Blondie grabbed the cloth and started making small circles over her belly button. “Now which way do I go from here?”

Fran was gunna offer a plea, but was to tired too, so she just remained mute, as it seemed like Blondie was back to her teasing ways.

“Do I go up here, and wash your big boobies,” Blondie teased as she ran the cloth up to just under the swell of Fran's breasts. “Or do I go down here and wash your bare pussy. You BAD girl.”

Fran wanted to protest at Blondie’s teasing, but just couldn’t find the words. She felt totally helpless, and yet she never remembered being more excited.

“I think I’ll start with these,” Blondie said as she ran the cloth up onto Fran's left breast. “Who knew you had these, under that silly white lab thingy, you always wear. And your nipples, I‘ve never seen nipples that hard before.”

Fran closed her eyes, but not her ears, as Blondie's continued washing Fran's breasts, paying particular attention to the nipples, while also continuing her teasing. “Man if you could have seen the look on your face when Dr. Winker told you to take off your bra! I’m not even sure that was necessary, but they all seemed to enjoy it, when you did.”

Fran opened an eye briefly, as the cloth finally left her breasts and started to make its way lower and lower.

“And then when he told you, to lose the panties too, I thought you might wet yourself.” Blondie purred as the cloth ran over Fran's inner thighs. “But you were a Trooper; I’ll give you that. I mean you took one for the team, ah literally I might add.”

Fran’s body flinched as the cloth ran over her pussy, as Blondie continued. “I mean being spread out like that, butt naked, your pussy, shaved bare, your lips in a state of arousal, never mind with that thermometer sticking out of your ass.”

“Please,” Fran gasped, as she felt Blondie’s fingers spread her open again. “And then I remember I spread you out, like this.” Blondie purred. “And then.”

“YAH I KNOW!” Fran snapped, finally tiring of Blondie’s teasing.

“OH, I hit a nerve. Ah sorry bout that Fran. I guess I couldn’t help myself. I mean I could smell your arousal. I just had to see if you were as wet as I thought you might be, and when your pussy lips just fell apart. I mean sometimes I get turned on, but.”

“I wasn’t turned on!” Fran snapped.

“Really?” Blondie said with a giggle. “That's not what my nose and my eyes told me.”

“Well I wasn’t, or maybe it was the potion,” Fran mumbled. “Now free me please. Ah I think I’m clean down there, now.”

“Yes you are,“ Blondie said as Fran watched as she licked her finger, and dropped the damp cloth on her stomach again. “Ok Fran I’ll free yah, and maybe I’ll buy that potion excuse, but answer me this. How did it feel knowing all eyes were on you? All eyes on your naked body, your breasts, your big brown erect nipples, you’re exposed pussy, all for the taking... Hmmm Fran?”

Fran’s face flushed again with the questions, and because Blondie dragged a fingernail across her erect nipple as she spoke.

“How did it feel Fran? You had to know that every man was fantasying about having you, devouring you, fucking you, enslaving you,” Blondie purred, as she leaned her head down towards Fran's chest. “Licking your breasts,” she said before her tongue followed her words. Blondie took a couple of licks, before she sucked on Fran's left nipple, to which Fran could only muster a feeble protest. “Biting your nipple,” Fran shrieked out as Blondie did so, as she did when she bit the other one.

“Please Blondie stop,” Fran cried out, as Blondie raked her nipple in between her tongue and her teeth. She moaned her thanks, when Blondie finally did, but not before leaving her with raw nipples.