Layla's Gyno Exam

Dr. Flint slipped on gloves as he approached the young woman lying with her legs spread on the gyno exam chair.

"Layla, is it?" he asked as he stroked his gloved hands along the insides of her thighs, making her flinch.

She nodded, feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to make a fuss.

"Yes, I see that you are 19 years old and just started coming here, is that correct?" he continued as lubricated his fingers. "And you're here because you're afraid you might be pregnant?"

"That's right," Layla confirmed, shifting on the exam chair. She didn't like how he kept touching her so intimately without asking her permission. She knew it was normal for gynecologists to perform routine pelvic exams, but Dr. Flint's fingers always seemed to linger in her private parts longer than she felt was appropriate.

Dr. Flint hummed as he started to prod her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her vagina. "Hmmm, yes...very tight. You haven't had much sex, I assume?"

Layla felt herself blushing and looked away. "Not...really..."

Dr. Flint continued to examine her with his fingers. "Oh? No boyfriend?"

"No, just a...casual fling. I'm not dating anyone." Layla's breathing was shallow as she felt her body reacting to Dr. Flint's touch. She didn't want to be turned on by him, but there was no denying that it felt good to be touched there.

"Well, don't worry about that. Just lie back while I do some tests, alright?" Dr. Flint reached over to grab a speculum, sliding it into Layla's vagina and spreading her open. "There we go, just relax."

Layla bit her lip, feeling uncomfortable with her legs spread so wide and a cold speculum inside her. But she didn't say anything. It wasn't worth causing a fuss, especially since she wanted to be examined by a professional.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up..." Dr. Flint used a swab to wipe the inside of her vagina, collecting fluid. Layla was relieved when he took the speculum out, feeling less vulnerable now.

Dr. Flint finished up his exam and walked over to his computer, where he inputted Layla's information and test results.

"Everything seems to be okay so far, but we'll get the test results back within a couple of days," he told her as she dressed and walked out of his office. "See you next time, Layla!"

As she walked down the street, Layla couldn't shake the feeling that Dr. Flint had touched her in a way that was not entirely professional. But she didn't say anything about it. She couldn't risk getting a different doctor that might not be as good at his job as Dr. Flint.

Dr. Flint walked over to his desk and grabbed a small vial, opening it and sniffing its contents. "Mmm...ah, nothing like the smell of young, fresh pussy. And this is all thanks to my dear little Layla." He laughed, looking out the window. He had never expected that he would find such satisfaction in sexually harassing his patients, but the thrill of having such control over women was exhilarating.

"Ah, Layla...what a sweet young thing you are..." He picked up a small photograph of her lying on his exam chair, spread eagle with her pussy on full display. He sniffed the vial again, relishing in the scent of her juices.

"Ah, yes...soon you will be mine. All mine."

He looked out the window at the sunny afternoon. It was time for a new conquest, and Layla was just the sweet little thing he was looking for. He couldn't wait to have her underneath him, crying out in ecstasy. It was just a matter of time...

He licked his lips and rubbed his erection through his pants, anticipating the moment he would taste Layla's sweet little pussy for himself.

Dr. Flint smiled and leaned back in his chair, basking in the glory of his perverted fantasy. His obsession with Layla was growing, and he had a feeling that he couldn't hold himself back for long. The thrill of seducing his young, naive patients was just too exciting. And Layla was his next target. He would do whatever it took to get his hands on that tight, little pussy. Anything it took.

***

Layla got dressed and walked to Dr. Flint's clinic, wanting to retrieve her results.

"Layla, welcome back!" Dr. Flint greeted her warmly, wearing a white coat and glasses. "On the gyno exam chair please."

"We...we're doing another exam? I thought..." Layla was surprised and uncomfortable, but Dr. Flint just chuckled and patted the exam chair.

"You're test results were inconclusive. I'll have to perform a more thorough test. No need to be scared, it'll be quick and painless. Trust me." He flashed her a charming smile, and she hesitantly lay back on the chair and put her legs into the straps, exposing her pussy.

"Now, I'm going to record the whole process for a more comprehensive test result. I'll also need you to strip completely."

Layla's eyes widened. "Wha-why do I need to...?"

"Just do it," Dr. Flint said sternly, staring down at her.

Layla looked around nervously and reluctantly stripped naked, exposing her young, perky breasts.

Dr. Flint took Layla's arms and lifted them above her head, binding them to the top of the exam chair. Then he tightened the straps around her spread legs.

Layla gasped. She was completely exposed and vulnerable. "Dr. Flint, I don't like this. I think we should stop."

"I need to examine you more closely, Layla," he murmured, touching her pussy and clit. "Just relax, I'll take good care of you."

Dr. Flint slid on a pair of latex gloves and began rubbing Layla's clit. Layla shuddered and whimpered as his fingers massaged her most sensitive spot. She didn't know whether to push him away or give into the sensation. Was this part of the examinations?

"That's it...let me take care of you..." Dr. Flint started rubbing his finger inside her pussy, pushing it in and out. Layla couldn't believe this was happening. She squirmed on the chair, but there was no escaping Dr. Flint's fingers.

"Dr.... Dr. Flint, is this...is this normal?" She panted and tried to control her breathing.

"Oh yes, this is entirely normal," he lied as he continued to finger her. "You need to trust me so I can do my job properly. Now, tell me about your sex life. Do you orgasm much?"

Layla's eyes widened. "Um...I..."

Dr. Flint was now sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy at a faster pace. "Answer me!"

"I've been...touching myself lately. But it's not much..." She panted and arched her back, unable to resist Dr. Flint's fingers inside her. She felt herself getting wetter, and it was hard to focus on anything else.

"Oh, I see...and have you ever had any orgasms before? Just tell me."

"Y-yes. I...I think so."

Dr. Flint hummed, his eyes glinting. "Tell me what you like."

Layla shifted uncomfortably. She wasn't used to talking about this with anyone, especially not a gyno doctor. "I like...touching my clit."

Dr. Flint nodded. "That's good, Layla. Very good." He started moving his fingers even faster, pushing them in and out of her pussy. Layla grunted and squirmed as she started to struggle in her restraints. She felt hot, sticky moisture on her skin as Dr. Flint rubbed her pussy and clit.

"Good...you're so wet, Layla. You like my fingers, don't you?" He rubbed her clit faster and faster, making Layla gasp. She didn't know what was happening, but it felt like Dr. Flint was going to make her cum.

"N-no, I don't like this. Dr. Flint, please...let me go..."

Dr. Flint shook his head. "I haven't finished the examination yet." He pulled out his erect cock and positioned it against Layla's pussy. "This is part of the test, Layla."

Layla screamed and started struggling as Dr. Flint rubbed his cock against her pussy, sliding it against her wet, swollen folds.

"Stop! Please stop!" She thrashed around on the chair, but it was no use. Dr. Flint pushed his cock inside her and started thrusting in and out.

"Yes, that's it...good girl, Layla. Let me take care of you..." Dr. Flint breathed heavily as he thrust into her tight, wet pussy. "Oh, yes...so tight and wet."

Layla groaned and grunted as Dr. Flint fucked her, pumping his cock in and out of her. She could feel the heat rising within her, her body betraying her as Dr. Flint's cock massaged her inner walls. She couldn't hold back much longer. She was going to orgasm all over his cock, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Yes...you're going to cum for me, aren't you?" Dr. Flint grunted as he thrust into her faster. "Come on, sweetheart...let it out for me. Come for me, Layla. Come all over my cock."

Layla gasped and panted as the waves of pleasure rose within her. She could feel her orgasm building up, ready to burst at any moment. And Dr. Flint kept pounding into her, making her pussy quiver and contract around him.

Finally, with a cry, she climaxed all over him, her body spasming with pleasure. She cried out, writhing in the chair as Dr. Flint thrust into her again and again. He kept fucking her, making her orgasm even harder until she was completely spent.

Dr. Flint groaned as he released his load into her, shooting hot cum into her pussy. "Ahhhhh, that's it. That's it..." He moaned and thrust into her a few more times until he was fully satisfied.

He pulled out his cock, his eyes glinting. "Good...good work, Layla."

He undid the straps and pulled off his latex gloves, tossing them into a trashcan. "You were a very cooperative patient. You may get dressed now."

Layla was shaking and panting as she stumbled to her feet, grabbing her clothes and putting them back on. She couldn't believe what had just happened. It felt like a dream...a nightmare.

"Your results are inconclusive, but I think I got a good idea of what's going on with your body," Dr. Flint told her, smirking. "Come back in a few days and I'll have another examination for you, just to be sure."

Layla nodded and stumbled out of the room, still in shock. She didn't know how she could ever face Dr. Flint again. Was that...was that rape? Or was it just a mistake?

But deep down, Layla knew it was rape. And she knew she couldn't trust Dr. Flint ever again. She would never see him again. Never.

But she knew that Dr. Flint would come after her if he saw her. She would have to run away from her life and hide somewhere where he would never find her. She couldn't let him hurt her again. She couldn't let him touch her in those places. It was just...wrong. So wrong.

And so, Layla ran as far and fast as she could, trying to put as much distance as possible between her and that terrible gyno exam chair. And the memories of Dr. Flint's fingers sliding into her wet, hot pussy, making her cum.

The next morning, Layla woke up with a start. She had had a terrible nightmare about Dr. Flint and his exam chair. She sighed in relief and sank back into the pillows.

She got dressed and went to her classes, trying to put the incident out of her mind. She knew that Dr. Flint was a bad person and she didn't want anything to do with him. She would just avoid him from now on.

After her classes, she decided to go home to rest. She had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

But she couldn't have predicted that as she walked down the street, her phone suddenly buzzed. She picked it up and gasped as she saw a video of herself lying naked on the exam chair with Dr. Flint fucking her. The footage zoomed in on her writhing body, and the juices she squirted as she cummed from his fucking.

And she could feel his hands all over her again, touching her most private parts as he pounded into her. She couldn't believe this was happening.

Beneath the video was a message: I haven't finished examining you yet! If you don't want this video to go viral, meet me at my office tonight for round two. ;)

Layla dropped her phone, horrified and humiliated. She couldn't believe that Dr. Flint had taken advantage of her like that. She thought she had gotten away from him. But he was still after her, and he was using this video to blackmail her into coming back.

She knew that she had no choice. She had to go back and face Dr. Flint. He would continue to torment and humiliate her unless she could figure out a way to escape.

She shivered, knowing that her life was about to become a living nightmare. Dr. Flint had complete control over her, and he wasn't going to let go of her easily.

***

She stepped into Dr. Flint's office, dreading what was to come. She didn't know what he was going to do to her. But she knew it wouldn't be anything good.

She took a deep breath and walked into the examination room, where Dr. Flint was waiting.

"Layla! Come in, come in," he said, grinning and wearing his white lab coat. "You look beautiful."

She shifted uncomfortably as Dr. Flint stroked her arm and led her over to the exam chair. She knew that she couldn't fight back, so she sat down and allowed him to strap her arms and legs into the chair.

Dr. Flint hummed as he pulled out a tube of lubricant and rubbed it on his hands. Layla squirmed as she saw him stroking his fingers over the tube, knowing that he would be inserting those same fingers inside her.

Dr. Flint slid on a pair of latex gloves and walked over to the examination table, stroking his fingers against Layla's pussy. She groaned, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew that Dr. Flint would get pleasure out of seeing her cry.

Dr. Flint slid his fingers in and out of Layla's pussy, massaging her clit and inner walls. She shuddered and moaned, trying not to get turned on by the stimulation. But Dr. Flint's fingers felt good, and she couldn't help but feel her body respond.

He continued to fuck her with his fingers, thrusting them in and out of her wet, swollen pussy. She couldn't deny how good it felt, even though she knew she shouldn't be enjoying it.

"See, Layla? I told you that your body likes me. It likes being touched...and fucked by me. Don't deny it, Layla. Your pussy is dripping for me."

Layla shuddered as she felt the pleasure rising within her. She couldn't help it. Her body was betraying her. She cried out as she reached orgasm, her pussy quivering around Dr. Flint's fingers.

Dr. Flint chuckled. "See? You can't resist me. Your body knows what it wants."

Layla gasped and panted as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on her skin. She felt dazed and confused, as though she was under a spell.

"Now, Layla, I want to try something new with you," Dr. Flint murmured, rubbing his hand along the exam chair. "You see, I'm a bit of an inventor, and I've created something special just for you."

Layla's eyes widened as Dr. Flint pulled out something that looked like a metal underwear.

"I've made this specifically for you, my dear. It fits your pussy perfectly. Let me help you try it on." Dr. Flint slid the metal underwear over her pussy, securing it with straps around her thighs and waist. Layla cried out in surprise as two huge dildoes slid into her anus and vagina as the metal underwear was pushed over her nether regions. The bumps and curves of the metal underwear matched the shape of her pussy perfectly, and once it was in place, Layls could feel it getting in direct contact with the whole of her pussy, the underwear going as far as pushing up her clit hood to expose her clit to the little rough bumps on the underwear.

Layla groaned and panted, feeling completely overwhelmed by the stimulation. It felt like Dr. Flint's hands and fingers were everywhere, caressing her body and making her hot all over.

Dr. Flint chuckled. "I haven't even turned it on yet. The things I do for you, Layla." He flicked on a switch on his remote.

She whimpered as the metal underwear started to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It felt so good. It felt...wrong.

Layla struggled to break free, but the restraints around her wrists and legs held her tightly. She cried as Dr. Flint increased the speed and intensity of the vibrations. She couldn't stop herself from climaxing all over again, her pussy juices flowing onto the examination table.

"Oh yes, you like that, don't you? I can tell. You're a little slut." Dr. Flint chuckled. "I love that I get to do this to you. You're so innocent and sweet. You make me so horny, Layla."

He pushed the button on his remote, turning up the vibration even further. He aimed his video camera at Layla with glee as she squirmed on the exam chair, the metal underwear giving her no relief from the stimulation.

"Oh yes, just like that, my sweet. Cum for me. Cum for me again. You know you want to..."

Layla cried and thrashed, her body overwhelmed with sensation. She couldn't help but reach orgasm once again, her body writhing in the chair. She could feel Dr. Flint's hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing her flesh.

She whimpered, trying to get away. "Dr. Flint...please stop..."

He grinned at her. "Not yet. You've been such a good little slut for me. Dance for me. Dance!"

She couldn't take much more of this. It was too intense, too overwhelming.

She didn't know how much longer she could last. But she knew that Dr. Flint was just getting started. He would make her cum again and again, until she couldn't take it anymore.

Dr. Flint pushed the vibrations even further, making the metal underwear rub against her clit in ways she couldn't control. She felt herself climaxing uncontrollably, her nude body bucking in directions she couldn't control.

"Oh, yes, yes! That's it. Dance for me, my little slut! Dance for me!"

Layla couldn't help but moan as her body reacted to Dr. Flint's touch. He had complete control over her, and she couldn't deny that it felt good. She could feel the pressure rising within her once again, her pussy pulsing as she came yet again.

Dr. Flint was panting and sweating now, his hand stroking his erection through his pants. "You're doing so good, Layla. Keep coming for me. Keep coming for me!"

He reached up to rub Layla's clit in circles, pushing her to even higher levels of arousal. She was screaming and thrashing now, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

And finally, as Layla came again and again, she could feel herself drifting away. It was like her body was no longer her own, but a slave to the metal underwear. And he knew it.

She groaned and panted, her mind swimming as the stimulation continued. She didn't know what else she could do. She couldn't get away, and Dr. Flint was forcing her to orgasm over and over again.

Layla cried out in ecstasy, her body overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Yes...that's it! Come for me, you dirty little slut! You belong to me, you hear me? You belong to me!" Dr. Flint screamed, his eyes wild and his hand stroking his erect cock faster and faster. He couldn't hold back any longer. He came, spurting his hot, sticky cum onto Layla's chest and stomach.

And she couldn't hold back either. She screamed, her body arching off the chair as she came again, the sensation so powerful she thought she would faint.

And she did, as Dr. Flint unstrapped her from the exam chair and picked up her limp body, carrying her over to his bed. He stroked her hair, grinning in satisfaction as she drifted away into unconsciousness. He had finally done it. He had broken her completely. She belonged to him now, body and soul. And he couldn't be happier.