In the Hands of Dr. Wojcik Part 2

When it returned a moment later, I immediately felt a cool, moist sensation, and realized that Dr. Wojcik had applied the white cream to the gloved index finger. Furthermore, it was obvious from the manner in which it zeroed in on my anus that there was something deliberate going on here. The finger began to slowly rub the cream around my anus, all over.

Despite myself, I became tremendously aroused. I knew that Karida must be a ble to see all of this, and the embarassment added to the arousal. As usaul, when confronted with overwhelming arousal, I began to thrust, imperceptibly at first, and then, as there was no repeat of the scrotum-wrenching incident, allowing myself to let go. My thrusts were unusual due to my somewhat inverted position. I couldn't really thrust my penis forward: instead, I had to be satisfied with rocking my hips back and forth. Dr. Wojcik's finger began to gradually synchronize itself with Karida's pumping., rubbing back and forth across the anus in time. I tried to kind of close my buttock cheeks together to maintain a little dignity, but soon tired of the unaccustomed muscular tightening, and was forced to relax my cheeks wide. The finger continued its rubbing. I was powerless to stop the molestation.

Then, as my thrusts continued, the finger began to penetrate me. I felt it begin to push a little more firmly on my anus, then firmer still, beginning to probe. More presure still, until the tip began to part my anal orifice. The finger went with me as I thrust myself forward, but each time I pulled back the finger pushed back a little, gaining ground, sliding in deeper and deeper, sometimes twisting back and forth. I felt undeniably violated, this thing entering into my body, yet I was powerless to stop it. The finger kept on rubbing, sometimes sliding completely out, before re-entering to probe a little deeper. I instinctively tightened my anus, but was unable to stop the progress of the finger, as it lightly probed, then retreated, in time with my own thrusting. I was powerless to stop my own rutting. I was the agent of my own anal violation!

This extra stimulation aroused me to the point where I knew I was close to ejaculation. . Karida carried on as usual, the head of my penis now like a purple inky-cap mushroom in her hand.

Soon half of Dr. Wojcik's finger was inserted. Yet on she went, further and further. I wanted above all to expell that thing from my anus, that thing which should not be there, yet which remained, brazenly pushing further and further into my most private of places. Finally, I felt that Dr. Wojcik had fully inserted it. As Karida maintained a pumping action, I began to notice that the finger was applying pressure against my prostate gland in addition to her pumpings. My embarassment was total.

From my inverted vantage point I could see my penis being submerged into that brown little hand, head poking out occasionally, semen beginning to ooze out into the bottle. Her pumping never slackened, nor did the tugging on my scrotum. An efficient milker. I began to sweat. Several ounces of homegenized were on the way.

With an uncontrollable moan, I unleashed the hounds of lust, and discharged my first spasm into the bottle, then another. Karida continued to pump away, and I was fearful of over-stimulation, until Dr. Wojcik, noticing what was going on, ordered her to stop.

They both got down, while I remained in position. Dr. Wojcik showed Karida the computer results, and they discussed it quietly for twenty minutes or so. I began to get sore from the pressure on my knees and arms. Still, I was paid no attention at all. Finally, after a half hour, Dr. Wojcik and Karida returned for the second session. It proceeded much like the first, except that this time Dr. Wojcik did not contribute her finger pressure as before, and indeed did not even hold the bottle to collect the semen. Karida did that herself. When it was over, Dr. Wojcik grunted in satisfaction, and instructed me to get down. As I left I heard them deep in discussion, and I got the sense that Karida had quickly overcome her initial revulsion, and was now quite capable of handling the situation.

The next few sessions proceeded in a similar fashion. Karida became quite adept at handling my manhood, and was soon able to tug on it quite as enthusiastically as Dr. Wojcik. She was a little rough at times, but at least she didn't tease me as Dr. Wojcik did.

The fourth session, something unusual happenned. As soon as Dr. Wojcik and Karida entered the room, Dr. Wojcik explained that she had an important meeting to attend, and would be back shortly near the end of the second session. After cautioning Karida to allow me at least thity minutes between sessions to recuperate, and checking that the computer was properly set up to record the results, she left. The first session began.

Everything was normal until about half-way through. Then, I noticed something strange. Karida got up and turned off the main lights, and the powerful mobile light, so that the room was only illuminated by a small table light on Dr. Wojcik's desk. Next, she brought from her purse a necklace, made of thin gold chain, which she clasped around my neck. I thought it very odd indeed, but kept silent. After all, my genitals were at her mercy, and I certainly didn't want to anger her. She took from her bag a piece of black cloth, about one foot square, with a hole near the top, and proceeded to tuck it into the necklace like a bib, so that it hung down in front of my face. I was still able to see around it on either side, however. When she resumed her seat beside me, I noticed in the near-darkness that she had shifted her dress up at the back, so that it now exposed her legs up just past the knees. Not that there was much of anything to see in the near darkness, just the coffee-coloured outline of her legs below the black hem of her garment. I thought it strange, but was soon distracted by the sensation of her hand on my shaft doing its usual work. I could see her arm moving, but the black cloth blocked my view of her fingers. Then, I noticed something moving, and was shocked to make out the form of her left hand lifting her dress up, all the way to the top. Her huge white panties were visible, almost luminescent in the darkness. She shifted her weight to one of her cheeks, and pulled the panties down on that side. Then she did the same with other, until they slid down to her ankles. I could just make out the form of the black hairy triangle between her legs in the darkness. My erection surged.

Her pumping resumed, and as it did her left hand moved from my scrotum into her crotch. I could see her fingers pressing into herself, then rubbing gently up and down in the quietness. I presumed that she thought I couldn't see anything, but as my eyes became better accustomed to the darkness, her self-love became increasingly clear. With some straining, I could actually make out the form of some individual hairs, long thick black ones, as she ruffled them back and forth. Harder and harder her hand movements became, two fingers now sliding up and down at an increasingly frantic pace, pressing down hard. Sandwhiched between them I thought I could make out the form of her clitoris, as it was buffetted up and down. I could now even make out the sound of her fingers rubbing her sex into life.

As she grew more frantic, her attention to my shaft began to disappear. She was simply holding it tightly, occasionally pumping it, but more in a manner of someone fondling it for her enjoyment than mine. The unmistakeable scent of a woman's sexual lubricant began to waft towards me. I breathed it in deeply, almost tasting its aroma. I was keenly aware that my stiffened shaft was only a foot or so away from the black triangular forest being pleasured below.

Finally, Karida's lust overcame her desire for secrecy. She got down off the edge of the table, kicked off her panties, and slid herself past me. As she stood in front of me, I raised my head, difficult though it was with the weight of the headgear and all the attendant wires, and glanced at her. She was staring at me with a dazed look on her face.

"You stay quiet, OK? You no tell Mrs. Doctor, OK? Secret. You and me, we keep secret? Ok?"

I had no idea what she was up to, but I nodded my head weakly anyhow. Then I let my strained neck muscles relax, and let my head hang down again.

Karida walked around the table, and I could see her line herself up behind me by looking between my legs. She gave my testicles and penis a quick groping fondle, then stepped back. She stood up on the step-stool, and awkwardly clambered up onto the table directly behind me. First one, then the other leg was inserted into the space between my legs, after which she seated herself on the edge of the table between and behind them. My penis was hanging down in her lap now. Quickly, she hoisted up her dress again, and pulled my penis straight down. I felt the head brush into the black triangle. She gave me a few pumps, then shifted her weight a little. I gave a little thrust of the hips forward, driving the head over the clitoris and down between the labia. Karida let out an intense moan. I could feel her wetness, and began to hump up and down as best I could, driving the shaft over the clitoris, head back and forth between those lips, over the opening of the vagina. If only my penis made a ninety degree bend, I thought, I could actually enter her, but as it was, I could only thrust a little back and forth between her lips, like a wiener in a bun. Still, it was quite a sensation, plunging into that black tangled growth, feeling her warmth, listening to her moans of excitement. She clearly didn't want me to penetrate her, and I was in no position to insist..Soon she began to buck and thrust her hips in time with my movements, one hand gripping my penis while the other was on my scrotum. She was using me as a dildo! On and on it went. As I felt orgasm approaching, I tried to warn her that it was close.

"Now! Bottle, Karida! Quickly! You need bottle soon!"

But she was beyond that, in a world of sexual awakening that she had never experienced before. Completely ignoring my warning, she redoubled her efforts, bouncing her hips, holding my penis as though it were a ticket to paradise, which I guess it was for her, then pulling it back and forth, side to side, across her clitoris, rising to ever increasing heights of pleasure. Soon, I could wait no longer, and began to discharge myself onto her sex. She immediately used the head to spread the semen around, on all sides of her clitoris and down between the lips, then continued to massage herself with it even after I had finished. For a full five minutes she continued, before closing her legs tightly together, wrapping my shaft between her lips again, holding it tightly in place there, and slumping her body against my backside in an exhausted embrace.

She lay there and I supported the weight of both of us while she cooled down. After another five minutes, the sound of her regular breathing alerted me to the fact that she was asleep! A panic overcame me as I realized that if Dr. Wojcik walked in on us now, it would spell disaster for the both of us. I pulled myself back, retrieving my softening penis from between her legs, and coughed loudly. She awoke with a start. I heard her mutter something incomprehensible, then quickly clamour out from between my legs. She quickly came round the front, and put her panties back on. Then, switching the lights back on, she gathered the bottle and began to carefully scrape what little semen remained on my penis into the bottle. It was clearly insufficient for Dr. Wojcik's needs, so she lifted her dress, pulled down her panties, and proceeeded to use her fingertips to scrape as much semen from there as she could. She quickly labelled the contents, and thrust it far into the back of Dr. Wojcik's mini-refridgerator. Then she left the room for twenty minutes.

When she returned, her mood had changed completely. She seemed almost angry now, more at herself than at me. She proceeded to inspect the table, the floor, and myself, for any evidence of what had gone on. Carefully, she plucked several long black pubic hairs off my penis, and placed them carefully in her purse. The necklace and the black cloth were similarly tucked away. Then, when she was satisfied that all was well, she proceeded with the second session, no 'extra-curricular activities' this time, and was nearing completion when Dr. Wojcik returned.

Dr Wojcik asked a few brief questions, then retreated behind her desk while I gave the second sample. She was very busy reading an enormous pile of documents which she retreived from her briefcase, and didn't even look our way. Karida effeciently finished up, labelled the new sample, released my restraints, and sent me on my way.

To this day I don't think Dr. Wojcik has any inkling of what went on that day. Karida stayed on for another three weeks, then returned home. I often lay awake at night after that, wondering if she would ever be with a man again. Perhaps she too lay awake at night, re-living those few minutes together. Perhaps in her dreams I am her true lover, the first one, and the only one to ever drive my manhood into her virginal femininity, her secret place seen and touched by no other. Somehow, the thought always gave me comfort during those dark hours when I lay alone in bed, thinking of life and the strange twists it sometimes takes.

Chapter 7

Two weeks after Karida's exit, I arrived in Room 4d to discover that my world had changed. No longer was the apparatus attached to the examination table. The missing center section was back in place. All appeared as it had been before the 'ejaculation response' tests had begun. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. At last! I had survived. No more humiliating tests, no more over-stimulation, no more fingers up the bum! It was over. What could be next? Blinking? Holy smokes, what if it were tickling? Or maybe back to sneezing or coughing? Who cares? As long as I don't have to go through that anymore! A feeling of elation came over me. I almost broke out into a whistle, then thought better of it.

I hardly had had time to ponder things when Dr. Wojcik opened the door and confidently strolled in. She was followed by three oriental women. They all dressed in identical outfits, consisting of black shoes, navy blue medium-length skirts, and white blouses buttoned up high by the necks. One seemed to be about forty, the other two nearer twenty five. The older woman was medium built, with a face that I would call pleasant, but not pretty. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun. She looked intelligent. Of the other two, one was quite tall and slim, long hair, with a plain although not ugly face, and a few misshapen teeth. The other was so unusually average in all respects that I cannot remember any significant details concerning her at all.

Dr. Wojcik made the introductions.

"Mr. Douglas, I'd like you to meet these three ladies from IWMRO Japan."

I quickly learned that the older lady was called Hiroko, the tall one Keiko, and the other plain girl Midori. We exchanged quick 'Hellos'. They spoke passable English.

Dr. Wojcik quickly went to work on her computer, showing the guests the results so far. They smiled and seemed duly impressed.

After a few minutes of this, Dr. Wojcik looked my way.

"Please strip down to your underwear, Mr. Douglas, then lie down on the examination table."

After I had done so, she rose to her feet and approached me, beckoning to the Japanese ladies to follow her. Reaching into a drawer, she removed two straps similar to those which had secured my arms to the apparatus in previous sessions. And indeed they served the same purpose, for they were secured around my wrists and then hooked onto small metal connectors protruding from the side of the table. Then, from behind the door she lifted a large contraption. It consisted of a tall roll of white canvas, at least five feet tall, rolled around a wooden pole, and atttached to another wooden pole on the other edge. I looked just like a huge scroll of canvas. The wooden pole visible on the outside had a number of small steel rings attached at intervals along one side. Heaving it onto her shoulders, she brought it over to me, plopping it loudly onto the floor. I heard her attaching something, and was bold enough to peep over the edge of the table to investigate. I saw that she was hooking the steel rings onto more of the same metal protrusions lined up along the bottom of the table.

Motioning to Midori to pick up the end of the internal pole, Dr. Wojcik grabbed the other end, and together they proceeded to lift the roll of canvas, unrolling it as they did so, then brought it up and over my body, walking around the ends of the table, then back and down again on the other side. It extended from the center of my chest to just above my feet. They let the other pole drop, but the canvas was not sufficiently long for it to reach the floor. I noticed that in the center of the canvas, a hole of some four inches diameter had been removed, and had been replaced with a shiny white silk-like fabric. This fabric was sewed tightly to the canvas, and it too had a small circular hole in its center, of perhaps the thickness of a pencil. The edge of this center section had been folded over a short way and sewn to form a thin tube, through which a white draw cord was inserted, with the two ends exiting the tube at the bottom. This draw cord had been pulled tight, bunching up the white fabric, and a huge bow held it tight. It reminded me of the leather bag which sometimes is attached to the bottom of a manual transmission gearshift, without the gearshift, that is. It was positioned six or seven inches below my genitals.

Walking around the examination table to stand at my feet, Dr. Wojcik slid both hands under the canvas, then continued, arms all the way in now, until I felt her hands sliding up my outer thighs. Further still, until her hands were up to my waist. The canvas at my feet was now bunching up at her chest. She grasped the waistband of my underwear, and carefully pulled down. There was a moment of discomfort as the waistband passed my penis. It had been laying on my stomach, pointing towards my head, and as the waistband slid south, it caught the penis and forced it to bend over backwards, now pointing to my feet. The undershorts were pulled down to my feet, out from underneath the canvas, and left there. By inclining my head I could see them there, wrapped around my feet. I was dismayed to notice that there was a very visible urine-stain in the center. I observed the Japanese ladies eyeing it with great interest. My manhood made only a small bump on the tough canvas surface.

Dr. Wojcik walked around the table, positioning herself behind my head, and then, leaning over me, grasped the edge of the canvas. I felt her stomach pressing against the top of my head, her bust filling my view. She pulled the canvas higher a few inches, then a few more, centering the 'gearshift bag' over my genitals, the upper edge of the 'scroll' now just under my chin. Walking around to the side where the canvas had not yet been fastened, she bent down and proceeded to go through various mechanical operations. Eventually, through the continuous tightening and re-tightening of various straps attached to the bottom of the table, she was able to pull the canvas down snugly over my entire body. I felt securely pinned down, but not uncomfortable, as the pressure was spread out over my entire body. My genitals were under no pressure whatsoever, relaxed in the roomy confines of the gearshift bag. Looking down over my torso, it looked like a small white mountain standing out over the white, flat plain of the canvas. It looked so far away, that mountain. Far away, behind it, I could see my feet protruding out from underneath the canvas, soiled white underwear still on display. Dr. Wojcik surveyed my positioning, and gave a grunt of satisfaction. The Japanese ladies gathered around, faces beaming in permanent smiles, watching everything in fascination. The last item to be installed was the headgrear, as usual.