In the Hands of Dr. Wojcik Part 2

"Fine. Then watch closely what I am doing."

Looking down, I saw the cloth-covered head slowly lift, until it was upright. The eyes were still looking down, but as I watched, they were slowly raised, first taking in my knees, then the thighs. As they finally rested on my genitals, I saw her eyes widen, and she let out a small gasp. Her mouth fell open a little further than before. The eyes shifted from front to back, as she took in the penis and then the hanging testicles, then back to the front again as she scrutinized my penis more carefully. So transfixed was she by the sight that I think she temporarily forgot who or where she was. She clearly had never seen a man's equipment before, and it was a strange sensation to see those naieve eyes takng it all in for the first time. Her expression was one of morbid and revolted curiosity, as though she were looking at a dead poisinous snake. Only this snake was very much alive. Of course I was still flaccid at this point, and as I shifted my position slightly I caused my penis to sway a little, from side to side. The eyes moved from side to side in tandem. The snake was charming the charmer. I could feel here eyes examining me.

Dr. Wojcik grasped my testicles with her left hand, and as usual began to tug and pull gently, kneading the cream into the scrotum. The eyes watched, transfixed. Then the right hand followed, taking the penis, slowly working the cream in, twisting, rubbing, then beginning a gentle pumping action. I could sense how obscene it must look to Karida. As I watched, I saw a bead of perspiration trickle down the side of her face. With a start, I detected a fairly strong smell of body odour, and realized that it came from her. She looked as though she were going to bolt from the room at any moment. Dr Wojcik must have sensed the same thing, for she asked Karida to go to the computer and read out the peak oscillation values.

I didn't know what to do. It was like I was back to square one, once again fighting the urge to become erect and thrust. I looked down at Dr. Wojcik. To my surprise, she was not looking at me, but had her head turned and was observing Karida over at the computer. When Karida had finished reading off the values to Dr. Wojcik, she took her eyes off the computer screen for a moment and glanced involuntarily at me. Dr. Wojcik noted it with her usual half-smaile. She instructed Karida to resume her place beside me.

Dr. Wojcik's ministrations began to have a predictable effect. As I hardened I was unable to keep my eyes off of Karida's face. It seemed flushed and sticky with perspiration, and I saw a wet stain appear under her armpits, slowly spreading like an oil slick in the dark fabric. She held her hands tightly clasped in front of her, and stared, not moving.

I was fully erect now, and began to feel once agan the need to thrust. But I held back. So far, I had been an involuntary accomplice in this indecent exposure to Karida. I wanted above all else to remain that way, simply a piece of male meat, a picture, or a sculpture. An object, OK, but not a participant. That would be going too far. Yet I knew that I couldn't hold off too long.

To my surprise, Dr. Wojcik ceased her activity and proceeeded to tighten the seat pad behind me fully. Usualy she waited for me to thrust first. I was both relieved that I hadn't had to humiliate myself in front of Karida, and mortified at my further exposure, and the obscene manner in which my shaft was sticking straight out into space just a few inches from Karida's now not-so-innocent eyes. Dr. Wojcik was lined up in such a manner that I was sure that my penis was directly in line between their two sets of eyes, so that Dr. Wojcik could observe both my penis and Karida's eyes simultaneously without moving her head or eyes. She continued the stimulation. I was a minute or so away from release.

Dr. Wojcik stopped abruptly, released my penis, then carefully watched it twitch and flop about as it strove to complete the uncompleteable. Karida watched in undisguised fearful fascination. Dr. Wojcik straightened up and walked over to the table, then returned with the jar of ointment. She looked sternly at Karida.

"Now it's your turn. Put some of this on both your hands."

Karida's hands fell to her side, as if she didn't know what to do with them, and her eyes bulged out as if she had seen a ghost. Her lips began to form a word, yet no sound came out. I could hear her breathing rapidly, and a large trickle of sweat slid down her face. Suddenly, I saw her eyes become glassy and fill with tears. One spilled over and slid down her face beside the trickle of sweat. She looked the very picture of misery and despair.

Before she could react further, Dr. Wojcik reached forward, and takng each hand one by one, dipped them into the canister of white cream. She then took Karida's left hand in hers, and guided it towards my testicles. Karida stared trance-like at her hand, being pulled towards a rendez-vous with the forbidden. I sensed that she was holding back a little, but Dr. Wojcik clearly held her in a vise-like grip. Karida's eyes were once again fixed firmly on the floor, and her face had an expression of distaste and revulsion similar to that of someone required to clean a toilet for the first time. Dr. Wojcik for once didn't notice, as her eyes were fixed on the hand she was guiding mercilessly towards its doom.

Before the hand reached the testicles, Dr. Wojcik stopped, reconsidered, then gently placed Karida's hand against my upper left thigh, about three inches below my genitals. I felt with a certain amount of pleasure the soft gentleness of Karida's little fingers against my flesh, the light pressure of the palm, the warmth, the delicacy. Somehow her hand felt innocent, virginal. It remained absolutely still and limp. With her hand still on top of Karida's, Dr. Wojcik began to massage my upper thigh, moving the hand back and forth, up and down, then further in to gently rub the lower buttocks. Karida let out a pathetic, sad whimper. Dr.Wojcik moved the hand to the front of the thigh, then around and up to the hip, and onto the belly.

"Karida, open up you fingers please."

Karida's fingers relaxed and then spread out from each other. Dr. Wojcik began to move the hand down into the edges of my pubic hair, combing it a little with Karida's fingers. I could feel a shudder go through her. Deeper and deeper, until her fingers were full of my hair, fingertips gently butting up against the base of my shaft. Karida's eyes were fixed shut. Dr. Wojcik brought her hands round the side again, then back to the thigh.

I looked at Dr. Wojcik. Her eyes were burning with a glorious intensity that I had not seen before, as her hand guided Karida's hand about. Finally, with a flourish, Dr. Wojcik removed Karida's hand from my thigh.

"Move in closer please, Karida."

Karida seemed to mwake from her reverie, and, like a zombie, took a final step forward. Her right arm was leaning lightly against my thigh, and even though it was fully clothed, I could sense the warmth pressing through the thin fabric. Her eyes were wide now, anticipating with horror what was to come.

With a dramatic flair more akin to that of a magician than a medical researcher, Dr. Wojcik re-dipped Karida's hand into the cannister of white cream, then slowly brought the palm into position below my testicles. I waited for contact, penis stabbing straight out. Up came the hand, slowly. The first warning of impending contact from several of my long scrotal hairs, as I felt them move slightly. Then more of them moved, pressed upwards by the arriving hand. Finally, I felt the first contact of a finger on my scrotum. Karida audibly sucked in her breath. She stared with incredulity at what her own hand was doing. Further up came the hand, now several fingers in contact, now the palm. The hand was pushed further up by Dr. Wojcik, yet it remained limp. A shadow fell across Dr. Wojcik's face.

"Grasp the scrotum firmly please, Karida. Yes, that's it. Now begin to gently pull on it, massage the cream in."

Dr. Wojcik released the hand. It remained in place, pressed genly upwards. There was a pause, the slowly, the fingers began to move, first pressing lightly into my scrotum, then slowly encircling it. The fingertips began to gently slide over my skin, , here and there, exploring each testicle in turn, as they were being lightly squeezed and examined. The scotal skin was lightly pinched, then a gentle twisting and pulling action initiated. Karida stared intently at my shaft as it bobbed and swayed, now pointing directly at her face. Dr. Wojcik watched the proceedings like a worried mother hen.

"Now grasp the penis gently with your other hand, Karida."

Reluctantly, up came the other hand. Those slim fingers tentatively encircled my shaft, near the base, with a light, trembling touch. I stiffened noticeably. Karida moaned under her breath.

"Begin stroking, please", Dr. Wojcik ordered.

The hand moved up to just under the head, then stopped.

"All the way to the end, then back again!"

Dr. Wojcik moved behind her desk, and began observing the computer screen.

Over the head the fingers slipped, then back to the base. I could almost feel her revulsion. She began a slow stroking action, and I could tell how inexpert she was, because she stopped at the beginning and the end of each pump, in a completely irregular fashion, so that there was no rhythm, no steadiness at all. I couldn't get into it, if you know what I mean. Furthermore, as the pumps continued, she began to tire, and her hand began to droop lower and lower. Before long, instead of angling upwards near vertically, my shaft was horizontal, then pointing downwards, until I was at a 45 degree angle downwards. And yet further down I went, until, impossibly, I was almost pointing down to the floor! Karida switched the position of her hand, so that her thumb was now closest to the base, and her baby finger nearest the head. Pointing down as I was, I realized with a shock that I was exactly situated as a cow would be during milking! Dr. Wojcik glanced up, and saw what was going on, the crazy angle of my shaft, Karida's posture and hand positions, and suddenly a crafty smile lit up her face.

"Karida, you look like you're milking a cow. Have you milked cows before?"

"No, Ma'am, cows, no, but goats, yes. When I was child, in my village."

Dr. Wojcik had a look of fascination on her face.

"And when you milked those goats, Karida, how many teats did you milk at once?"

Karida looked bewildered.

"Two, Ma'am, one each hand."

Dr. Wojcik looked bemused. She stood up and walked over to Karida, then took both her hands in her own.

"Then that is just what you must do now. This is just the same as milking a goat."

She gently detached Karida's left hand from my scrotum, then the right from the penis, and then pulled her gently to one side. Going around behind me, I heard the seat pad being loosened, then heavy breathing as Dr. Wojcik turned the winch handle, until all contact disappeared. Then she brought the step-stool out from behind her desk, and rolled it up in front of me. She climbed up and began to loosen all my arm-straps. Once completed, she proceeded to lower the arm rests a foot or so, then tightened them back into place. To my surprise, I discovered that the arm rests were actually mounted on a steel tube which itself was housed in another larger diameter steel tube. By releasing a catch, the arm rests were able to telescopically slide forward about a foot and a half, so that they were now below and in front of me. I suddenly had a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Right, Mr. Douglas, please lean forward and rest your forearms back on these arm rests again."

I reluctantly leaned forward, and awkwardly let my weight fall onto the arm rests. Dr. Wojcik quickly strapped my arms down again. I was still on my knees, but my back was now horizontal to the floor, weight leaning forward. For a moment I thought that my position and the leverage involved would cause the entire examination table to be pulled over, but evidently it was either heavily weighted, or securely bolted to the floor, and everything was constructed of such thick steel that, other than a creak and groan or two, there was scarcely any movement in the structure at all. Dr. Wojcik was evidently dissatisfied with this setup, for she almost immediately undid the restraints, undid my feet clasps, and instructed me to get down, which I did, taking care to not tangle the wires attached to my headpiece. She proceeded to completely remove the back rest and the seat pad from the steel vertical pipe, so as to allow the arm-rests to slide all the way down to the padded surface of the examination table. Then, she slid them as far forward as possible. I was instructed to re-mount, after which I leaned far forward, and settled my arms on the rests once again. After strapping my arms in place, and locking my feet in place, Dr. Wojcik eyed my position.

I was in the exact opposite posture to that experienced previously. Then, my back was arched, now, I was sharply bent over. My buttocks were now the high point of my body, and my back sloped down at a steep angle. My head could be lifted up at great effort only, and I quickly tired and let it hang down. I was so steeply angled that I found mnyself looking back at my own genitals, everything upside down! And my genitals, far from being thrust forward and exposed, were now tucked up tightly into the juncture of my legs and my abdomen. I could see my chest and abdomen rising and fallin with my breathing.

I heard Dr. Wojcik approach, then felt her hand on my back. She spoke, and as she did she patted my back once or twice, like a car salesman thumping on the hood of a car to a prospective buyer.

"I am sure this is more like what you're used to Karida. Now, slide in there beside him, and sit yourelf up on the exam table"

She squeezed Karida past my arms, into the space provided by the section of the table that was always removed. I could feel her abdomen lightly grazing my side, before she tucked her skirt tightly between her legs, and lifted herself up onto the padded table. Her knees were now directly below my belly, her left leg resting against my right knee. I could see her legs and feet - upside down of course, and I noticed that the act of getting onto the table had caused her dress, or gown, or whatever it was, to ride up about eight inches or so, revealing a bit of her legs. I was startled to see them lightly covered with thick black hairs. Because her gown was tucked tightly between her legs, it actually became quite a tight-fitting garment, and I could clearly see the shape of her abdomen, crotch, and thick legs. Her right hand rested on the table beside her, but her left could not do so because of the presence of my right leg, so it rested on the back of my thigh, just above the knee. I could see her belly from my vantage point, but that was all, and I realized that her chest must be level with my side and her head must be looking out over my back. Must have a great view of my bottom, I realized. I heard Dr. Wojcik clear her throat.

"That's better , is it Karida? More what you're used to, I suppose?"

Silence.

I heard Dr. Wojcik's footsteps take her back to the desk. There followed the sound of the keyboard being tapped. After a moment or two, Dr. Wojcik gave instructions to Karida.

"Right, lets resume where we left off. Begin the same activity , Karida, and please maintain a steady, repetitous action. And bring your left hand up to massage that scrotum again, please. It needs attention too. You may begin now."

I waited, resigning my self to what was about to happen.

It is one thing to have your penis grasped while thrusting out forward in front of you. Then, the penis fairly demands to be grasped, it stabs into the air as if to say, 'Here I am. See how stiff and proud I am! Come get me!' It is quite another when you are in the position I found myself in. I felt like my penis was being hidden and protected, retracted out of harms way. And yet, as I watched from my inverted position, in came this hand, this intruder, violating my private space to grasp my now-shrunken member. She began to rhythmically tug on my penis, pulling it straight up and down, and I was startled when an instant later her left hand reached around my right leg and up to grasp my scrotum. And not lightly either. Her thumb and index finger formed a ring which tightly encircled my scrotum, up high near my pubic bone, so that my testicles bulged out beneath, trapped as it were. She began to tug there as well, and believe me, I knew that there was no way I was going to resist her in any way, not with those fingers so fully in control of my testicles. Each tug was on the verge of being painful, and occasionally she would bring her baby finger up to gently scratch the scrotum even as the tugging continued. Her left breast was now pressed against my right thigh, and it rubbed gently there as the steady pumping continued. As I watched both hands pumping, I was struck with the similarity to a cow or goat being milked. I began to harden quickly, almost painfully.. Her downstroke had a much tighter grip than her upstroke, and this, in combination with the effect of gravity, soon caused my penis' head to bulge out quite beyond anything I had ever experienced before. The rim of the head now stood out fully a third of an inch or so wider than the shaft itself, giving the whole thing more the appearance of a mushroom than, say, a bananna. I began to fear something internal would burst!

I soon discovered that there was to be no thrusting for this particular goat. As the stimulation began to overcome me as usual, I started to test the waters, so to speak, by giving my hips little tremors and mini-thrusts, in time with the pumps, in an effort to get something going. WHAM! An electric pulse of pain fried my genitals as Karida firmly wrenched my scrotum back into place while at the same time giving my testicles a crushing squeeze. I yelped like a dog whose tail has been stepped on, and for a second, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. I froze in position,waiting for the pain to subside, even as Karida resumed her manipulations. I had suddenly gained a new respect for Karida. Far from wanting to thrust, at this point I was afraid to give Karida the impression that I had thrusted, and thus bring on another wrench on my poor gonads.

I heard Dr. Wojcik's feet arrive on my other side.

"Anything wrong, Karida?"

"No, Ma'am. Just like milking goat. When goat bad, I make her behave. I do same thing here, Ma'am."

I could just imagine how Dr. Wojcik must have been beaming with joy at that one!

"Well, Karida, we mustn't be too strict with him. He does need room to move a bit, you know. Please allow him to move about a little. It is good for the test results."

I could see Dr. Wojcik's legs beside me with my side vision, and was surprised to notice that her right hand had a medical examination glove on. She squeezed herself into the space on my other side, opposite Karida, and then she too lifted herself up onto the exam table. Her left hand reached under my belly, below Karida's hand, and held the glass beaker under my shaft. Then, with some alarm, I felt her right hand rest casually on my buttocks. Her palm was on my left cheek, with her fingers a few inches from my anus. As Karida pumped me, I felt those fingers tapping, drumming restlessly on my buttock. Dr. Wojcik removed her right hand in order to shift her seating position a little bit, and when the hand was brought back to my bottom, it was placed so that the middle finger was resting just on the edge of my anus. The drumming resumed. Imperceptibly, but steadily, the hand edged closer and closer, until the finger totally covered my anus. It tapped. I instinctively puckered my anus. Again the hand withdrew.