Natsuki's feigned innocence had the exact effect she doubtlessly sought. Olivia raising her head slightly as her Doctor loomed over her again, she found herself staring up into those beautiful, striking indigo eyes, framed in those delicate spectacles of hers. As a strand or two of that gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair fell slightly, Natsuki casting her gaze to one side as she spoke, it was Olivia who found herself completely speechless, breath bated, her lips parting a little as her Doctor's soft, gentle touch fell on her arm. Naturally, she was unable to decide which way exactly to interpret such words, and her mind could only seem to settle on 'both'.

Beginning to feel a surreptitious, but genuine, smile trying to spread across her face, after Natsuki had ducked back out of sight, Olivia features would seem to 'fidget', swinging one way then the other, as she gleefully found herself at war, wrestling with the warm, growing emotions, a struggle between her genuine feelings and a sort of need to contain herself. Lightly tucking both of her lips into her mouth briefly, but feeling her cheeks continuing to wrinkle, the restraint would break slightly as, unseen to her 'Doctor', Olivia's dazzling white smile blossomed. The sweet expression would have purchase for a brief moment, as Olivia stared up at the ceiling, beaming with a delightful 'glow', almost pure, though slightly 'seasoned' with less innocent considerations. Her thoughts and feelings at that point would still be quite irreproachable, more romantic than sexual, something shared kindly and gently between two attracted and aware people, each of which had found themselves on that amazing, remarkable, sometimes hard to find, path of... this particular type of sexuality, that only the exceptional, unique individuals ever discovered. (That is, in Olivia's mind.)

A quick intake of breath, and Olivia would try to settle herself, containing her excitement. Though the slightest of twinges, certain muscles tensing and relaxing down below (you know... down there), and Olivia's general exposure in this current position, would remind her of what was to come, all this would accomplish was cement in the young woman's mind the need to put that adamant self-control of hers back in effect. Still quite obviously flushed with her largely innocent delight and sense of romantic attraction, Olivia would make sure to close her mouth, having to consciously work slightly to ensure that her lips were pressed together, that smile not so widely spread. Breathing slowly, but quite heavily through her nose now, as things progressed, the curtain being drawn across her midsection, Olivia's heart would beat quite noticeably in her chest.

Eyes under her mask closed anyway, the picture from her mask sent directly to her cortex, Olivia would nonetheless be found calming herself with some deep, almost meditational breathes until her Doctor spoke again, causing her to carefully raise herself up and look down. She'd heard the sounds of things being moved and tools being prepared. From here she could see the devices that'd been laid to one side, but not her Doctor. Nothing appeared suspicious, though the thought that her private parts were about to be poked and prodded would help invoke a slight sense of nervousness back up in Olivia. Once more, her mind dwelled on the fact that her sex was exposed and she was quite thankful for the fact that she was pointed directly at the door, glancing across briefly at the frosted glass entrance over to one side.

"If you think that it'd help you to talk through things, I wouldn't mind knowing what's going on. Actually, I'm fairly knowledgeable when it comes to human anatomy myself, so it might be interesting to know what exactly your examination is going to entail. Just... try to remember, I'm not one of those practice bodies you would have had in medical school. When you do stuff I'll..."

A little hesitation.

"...react, and... erm..."

'Oh boy...', as the next words formed in her head. Was she really going to say that?

"... you... uhh..."

She mumbled slightly, embarrassed.

"...you've got to be gentle... alright?"

Nodding slightly, then remembering that her head was concealed behind the curtain now drawn across her midsection, Olivia would give a soft affirmative to confirm her readiness. With that said, the first touch would not be where she'd expected, and her chosen leg would give a little twitch as the tip of some sort of implement was applied to the underside of her thigh.

“Oh.”

The response she gave was good, not showing any sign of degradation. A little startled, she wouldn't consciously notice the pleasurable nature of the touch until the touch was applied again, this time to the other thigh. A soft, but deep, intake of breath as muscles shifted, sex pulsating slightly and slowly, the reserved Olivia would do a fairly good job, for now, of concealing her reactions to the more intimate sensation. This would make Natsuki's job a little harder but, as stoic as her 'patient' would be, she'd not, evidently, be entirely capable of stone walling her reactions.

“Mhmm.”

Once more she'd find herself nodding a little, despite the fact that she couldn't be seen, humming another affirmative for her examiner. Then realising she'd been asked a question...

“It feels fine.”

She was having to force herself to take careful, measured breaths in and out through her nose, but she'd mostly seem to keep it together, shoulders tensing up slightly. This would all change though as her Doctor's voice deepened, resonating into Olivia's core with a more lustful, and primordial tone as the 'examination' proceeded to more sensitive regions.

“Ahh!”

A small, high octave squeak would escape Olivia as Natsuki brushed her implement closer to its target. She genuinely couldn't help it, body flinching a little. Still, she'd immediately feel a sense of shame at such a minor outburst, and would clench her hands tightly on the edges of the padded exam table as she sought to control herself.

“Yep.”

Several short, monosyllabic responses like this would be all that Olivia could conjure up to reply to each of the following prods and probes. She genuinely had no idea where the Doctor was going to strike next, and it was all she could do to try and steel herself against what was to come. Her toes would clench and unclench and she'd squirm a little, shifting in her seat. Still, it'd all be nothing compared to the eventual exploration of her clit.

A smaller stick being used to delve under the hood, Olivia would be forced to cover her own mouth to avoid crying out as Natsuki gently brushed a slow, torturing circle around that sensitive nub. Her hips would gentle rise and fall as she fought the urge to buck them more violently and her knees would fight, without victory, against the stirrups as they sort to come back together. It went on and on, and it would appear, to Olivia's dismay, that the Doctor wouldn't be moving on, releasing her from this torment, until she gave some sort of response. That being the case, she'd eventually force herself to carefully move her hand aside, hesitating, body jolting, twitching slightly as the probe continued to grind around her sensitive nub, Olivia would finally be able to utter some quiet words of response.

“Yes... that feels... normal.”

It was the only thing she could think to say... well, not the only thing, but her sense of modesty here and now would force her to keep to something a little more conservative.

Olivia's heart pounded in the aftermath, and her modest bosom rose and fell as she breathed deeply, eyes closed and the first knuckle of her right index pressed gently against her soft lips. Her attention was fully drawn to her regions down below, on the other side of the curtain, to the place where she could only wait in anticipation, completely in the dark as to where she would be touched next. Of course, in theory, her Doctor was giving her ample guidance, step by step, guiding her through every stage of what she was doing. However, whilst the Physician was diligent in her careful explanation of 'what' she was doing, the more important 'where' was being neglected somewhat, with 'here' and 'there' hardly enough information for Olivia to know what part of her erogenous regions was going to be stimulated... erm... examined next. In fairness, it would take forever for Natsuki to announce the location of each touch she was going to make, but for the more sensitive areas, like the clitoris, you'd think she could give a bit more of a warning... Of course, Olivia wouldn't be able to ponder any of this, in her current state, rather flustered and, as she felt a little wetness below, suffering from a cheek reddening sense of shame.

Fortunately, there'd be some sense of relief for Olivia, in regards to any possible embarrassment, though it'd only settle in after the initial jolt, slightly startled, albeit pleasantly, by her Doctor's reappearance. Olivia's eyes opened as the Doctor spoke and, having suppressed the instinct that would have had her hand sharply drawn away from her own lips, in these subtle little instances, she would even further on have the self-awareness to know how odd that'd look now. That said, the pose of hers, left like this, would be somewhat hmm... what would a word for it be? Seductive? Promiscuous? So she would quickly begin to lower her hand, a little hum and a nod, trying to pass herself off as having been 'thoughtful' and 'contemplative', and clearly not in anyway affected by the examination, though her bright, flustered cheeks would betray her. Thankfully, at the very least, her Doctor didn't seem to be able to report any of the moistness Olivia was feeling, or else, she didn't seem to be wanting to make a point of it.

"Mhmm..."

Olivia allowed her breath to settle, managing to calm herself. In regards to the next stage of the Doctor's examination, she'd have no problem and, as something smooth brushed against the underside of her knee, she'd give no start or objection. Her muscles would flinch, twitching slightly at the first, whilst showing much less of a reaction upon the second. For the underside of her knee, at least, Natsuki would be given at least some idea of what was most effective, and Olivia would be oblivious as the Doctor continued to map the rest of her body, sometimes granting her Doctor clues physically, other times obliging verbally what was more notable.

As the exam went on, more than the simple two textures would be put into play. In the end, there was no reason for suspicion, or at least, no tangible reason one could put a finger on. However, as Natsuki seductively caressed Olivia's body all over, the creeping thought would arise asking if this was really a part of the examination. Of course, this would be blown clear out of the water when something altogether more startling and invasive started up.

"Ahh! Doctor!"

Her legs flinched and shook the braces, not quite commanding the precise control that was required to have her out of them, but having a good go at it as she placed her hands down beside her and tried to pull herself back and up. She'd doubtlessly been struck by a sense of indignation (amongst other things), ready to rebuke her physician for this and everything else, but...

"That... I..."

Looking up at Natsuki's innocent, unsuspicious face, Olivia would falter. She'd squirm slightly in her seat, whatever was happening continuing to stroke and rub against her clit.

"...you... you're not doing that?"

How could... what could... For an instant or two, Olivia had no idea what to do. Her toes curled and her hands down by her sides on the chair clenched into fists, crunching up the plastic sheets. Whatever was happening, it wasn't letting up and, despite herself, she'd feel her hips writhe a little, up and down, moving with the caress against her sensitive nub.

"I... there... there's something... that is... it feels like there's something going... d-down there."

She was hardly providing an accurate description of her current grievance, but a certain degree of embarrassment and shame, inhibition, was preventing her from being able to say more precisely what was happening.

Teeth clenched and Olivia fought poorly to suppress a squeal. The doctor showed her hands, making it clear, or so Olivia thought, that she wasn't the one doing anything. Nonetheless, the stimulation of her precious pearl only seemed to grow all the more intense, and as the little tendril rolled across the side of the swollen nub, gently nudging it to one side, she'd be unable to fight the impulse that caused her to briefly buck her hips. It wasn't too bad, not enough to make the table or the braces rattle, just a little flinch.

- Wh-what was is this? Why am I feeling...? -

She'd start to think to herself. These questions however would fade, apparently no longer important as the torment briefly subsided. She took a deep gulp as relief, as well as some fuzzy, warm sense of tranquillity and relaxation started to wash through her. Slowly, the girl started to settle, tensed muscles becoming undone. She'd no idea that a mild tranquilliser had been added into the mix.

“N-no...”

Something about the doctor's tone had changed, but Olivia couldn't quite figure out what it was. She'd seemed more aggressive than before, not exactly scary, but certainly demanding. Was this still an examination? Olivia couldn't see what else it could be. From Natsuki's urgency though... maybe something was wrong? Either way, it seemed best to give an answer right away, not that Olivia had any reason to hesitate.

“... I think it's gone away now.”

But how cruel was this? For not long after Olivia had given her answer, once Natsuki had dropped out of sight, back behind the curtain, the sensation would return and, given that Olivia had already called her once it felt... 'off' to call on her again. Still, she felt a little more relaxed this time around and, as it started up again, she'd lean back in her seat. Whatever it was, it didn't exactly feel bad. It was maybe possible something was wrong, given the way Natsuki had spoken, but surely her doctor was working on fixing it now, wasn't she? Perhaps, for now, the best thing she could do was to lie back and just let things happen.

- Oh God. I can feel it stroking all the way up and down. -

Her toes curled and her whole body shuddered slightly. She made a far better attempt at not making a sound this time, though her cheeks would still be flushed as she wordlessly gaped, her mouth open, eyes shut as she felt, but succeeded in not vocalising, the gentle pleasures of whatever this was... at least, until...

“Ah!”

Almost as soon as the high note escaped from the back of her throat, she'd open her eyes wide, struck by embarrassment and realisation. She could have sworn she'd felt something slide on in and, until it'd forced her to make a sound, she'd been absolutely fine with it. What was she doing? Something was toying with her and she was just lying back and accepting it? She'd sit upright, though her lower half would still be at Natsuki's mercy. Oh God, and getting all wet, as she must have done by now, what would her doctor think?

“W-was...”

The burning red shame that scorched her face was compelling her not to say anything at all, and she could hardly get words out. Still...

“... erm... was th-that your finger?”

Her elbows shook as she held herself up, trying to remain in this upright position as long as she could. The gentle stimulation had ceased. However, despite the fact that the Doctor had stopped, showing her hands, Olivia would seem too ashamed to look up. Nostrils flaring slightly as she tried to breathe steadily in and out, the dazed girl would find herself simply staring ahead, at the curtain obscuring her lower half, cheeks flustered, eyes not really registering anything.

“I-it's okay...”

She muttered quietly, still looking ahead. Shifting slightly, she'd be slightly shocked, though not entirely surprised, as she felt exactly how much she'd managed to moisten the previously sticky plastic sheets beneath her. The warm, wet pool allowed her thighs and soft behind to slip and slide easily and, as she moved, she'd feel a ripple of overflow push away from her. Yes, there was liquid there, as sure as if someone had poured a warm glass of water over her lower regions. A mixture of sweat and sweet juices from her overflowing cunt, her eyes go a little wider as she hears, to her horror, the subtle, yet distinct, sound of overflow trickling over the edges of the bench, drip dropping on the ground with a sound like fingers tapping impatiently at a desk. Even her ears burned with shame, though in truth it probably wasn't as bad as her mind made out. Still, not keen to hear more, she'd force herself to settle, to not move, hoping not to push any more over the edge.

“N-no...”

Natsuki had asked a question, and Olivia answered truthfully. The sensations had stopped, though where they'd come from, and what was causing them was still a pressing question. She could feel her tiny clit throbbing, as if begging for attention, a little twinge of heat pulsating through her as she felt ever beat of her heart, blood rushing through that tiny, sensitive, raw nub. Was it some sort of aftermath effect from her encounters with this island's bizarre inhabitants? A little something to arose her and make her easy prey? Frankly, this seemed somewhat hard to believe. Wasn't she easy enough prey already? If only she could just peak down and see for herself... but she was in the middle of an examination. Her fingers twitched as she reached out, but ultimately she'd falter, hesitating to even touch that curtain, leaving everything, the mysteries of what was happening to her sex, what else was going to happen to it, cloaked and veiled.

For a moment or two, Olivia considered saying something. The current state of her body couldn't be any more obvious. Her nipples were hard, poking up underneath her thin medical gown, and the fever like warmth radiating from every inch of her body could probably be felt from a distance. She was soaking wet, squirming, breathing in and out like someone who'd just run ten kilometres, and as for her toes... well... if they weren't a clear indicator, constantly curling and uncurling like that, then clearly someone was more blind then she was. It was hard to keep a level and clear head in this state, but Olivia would endeavour to do so. The Doctor was clearly being polite, not mentioning anything, but surely she needed to say something, mutter some apology, or some sort of well meaning excuse. After all, Natsuki was just doing her job, and Olivia was acting so terribly.

“Erm...”

It seemed as if she was going to say something, but her hesitations got the better of her and she'd soon shake her head, apparently changing her mind.

“Mmm...”

A delicious hum from her, and a finger once more had to be brought to her lips, threatened with the prospect of being bitten as she had to fight back the impulse to let out a full blown moan. Just as well the Doctor couldn't see her face. Olivia's back drifted back down to the rest behind her, palm of the remaining hand holding her up slipping slightly, and no strength in Olivia's body was enough to prevent her hips from gently bucking upwards. It was just a single finger, but the effect was considerable, having this little one trembling all over as she fought to endure this 'examination'. Such was the intensity of the sensations she was feeling, it'd take a little while for her blissfully flooded mind to come around, at all, to the discrepancies. It felt different, not the same as her 'finger' had felt earlier, but no sooner had the thought occurred to her than Natsuki's digit curled and, with that, Olivia was done thinking.

“Nnkh...”

The quiet, choked sound from the back of her throat was drowned out by the quite harder than she'd intended noise generated as her hands flew down to her sides, slapping, slamming, grabbing and clenching tight handfuls of the bench's padding. Either a stroke of luck, or proficient skill on her Doctor's part, Olivia's examiner had managed to find her G-spot, right away. Her body clenched for a moment or two, trying to curl up in a ball, before flexing back the other way, head and shoulders driving back down into the cushioned rest behind her as her hips rose. Why the Doctor needed to rub her spot, she did not know, but the question, amidst all the pleasure, did not arise in her mind.

Instead, a tiny, somewhat bizarre, slither of thought fired through her brain briefly as she writhed, 'she's being very patient, and polite, not saying anything'. Brief impressions of shame and guilt came to, a little fear that the Doctor was about to stop, taking off their glove and throwing it down in frustration and finally broken patience in regards to Olivia's most inappropriate reactions. Perhaps it was just her proper, upper-class upbringing, but nothing frightened Olivia more right now than the possibility of a stern scalding for her impropriety. She was sorry, she knew she shouldn't be reacting like this, but as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled gently skyward, she also knew she couldn't help herself for some reason. Her mind was starting to go blank and it was getting harder to think. It just felt so good and she knew, she knew she wasn't that sort of deprived person... yet...

“Mmmnnn.”

The Doctor's touch still very gentle at this stage, Olivia would nonetheless manage barely to stifle a full on, sexual moan. Stomach and abs slowly starting to roll, it'd be a soft sigh, a little squeak, a low hum, all the noises just short of something more intense. She knew, even though she was trying to stop it, that she was starting to make too much noise, noises that were definitely those of someone aroused and taking pleasure from this. Some small semblance of consciousness arose briefly, ready to meet rebuke... but it never came... it never came... no... even as she gradually grew louder... Olivia would find herself sinking back down, losing herself in that relaxing bliss, consumed by the soft, enveloping sensation, body practically purring in delight.

Why was Natuski not saying anything? Was she being allowed to have fun? Was the Doctor? She melted, feeling a touch here, a gentle rub there. Had that last tickle been a part of the examination, or was the Doctor going ahead and indulging Olivia a bit, here and there? Despite the fact that it was unprofessional, was Natsuki playing with Olivia during this? Maybe the whole thing was just for fun. That last thought excited her. After all, her Doctor wasn't exactly unattractive... though given Olivia's current state right now, she might have accepted anyone, or anything, rubbing their fingers away inside her cunt. Yes. Just there. A little deeper. A little harder. She'd struggle to stop herself from saying these things aloud. Were Gynaecologist examinations always like this?

Finally, Olivia snapped out of it. The Doctor had gently slipped her finger away, leaving Olivia breathing heavily as she shivered. She was having to endure a little more, a bit longer with those sensations, every time and, as she lay there, she couldn't help but feel a tingle, a sort of itch, from her nether regions as her body hungered for more. As it happened though, Olivia was coming a little way back to her senses, and despite the wild thoughts that'd rolled through her head earlier, guilt, shame and to some extent fear, was making its way back.

Natsuki was preparing something else now. It was the perfect opportunity for Olivia to say something, but what should she say? 'Sorry I'm getting so aroused during my exam?' Maybe she could make it a joke. 'I bet the dolls at med school never acted like this.' Actually, come to think, Natsuki had said this was her first time. Maybe she just thought this was normal.

“Nnn!”

She squeaked a little as the Doctor smiled, squeezing her thigh. Eyes falling on the speculum, she'd feel a jolt as her heart seemingly skipped a beat, mind quickly racing to realise what that was and where it was going to go. Her brain processed the image of her cunt being gently spread open, a fresh flood of wet warmth dribbling from her sex.

“Ah, yes. Th-thank you.”

A little pause as the Doctor ducked behind the curtain again.

“I hope... erm...”

She falters.

“... you're-err... are you feeling comfortable?”

Well that wasn't an awkward way of putting it.

“... I mean, I hope I'm not making this weird, or anything. I know I'm acting a bit...”

She stumbled her way through as Natsuki continued her way through the prep for Olivia's speculum. Her voice was mumbling a bit, possibly even a little hard to hear.

“... I just... I am feeling a little... and I don't know what it is, exactly. Everything just feels a bit... weird... and... I know I might have seemed kind of... I... maybe... kind of flirty when I first got here, and I might have... that is to say... I'm trying not to, but I'm sorry if I...”

The Doctor spoke, apparently ready to proceed. Olivia really had been muttering quite a bit. Really, one could hardly expect anyone to listen if she wasn't going to speak up.

“R-right.”

She announced more clearly, not really registering everything as her head buzzed and span, trying to process her words, plan her phrasing, babbling on...

“... b-but... anyway... what I mean to say is... I'm sorry if I react a certain way. I am trying... it's just... a-at points I just can't... help myself... y-you know?”

Speculum, her brain mused, finally beginning to turn over the word and what it meant as her mouth continued to run. Yes, the doctor was about to put the speculum in. Gears finally starting to turn and click into place.

"B-because I certainly wouldn't want to make this uncomfortable, or to act..."

Speculum... Click! The alarm bells rang inside her head, her inner voice suddenly panicked, shouts "NO! WAIT!". Too late.

"...inappro-AAHH! AHH! OOAAH!"

The initial cry was brief, but it was clear that she was still 'suffering' even without any sound escaping her. She'd realised just before it actually happened, but she'd been too slow to react. ~Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt~ The distinct noise of nails scratching at her plastic covered seat. She'd tensed up, muscles frozen, seemingly paralysed as well as silenced as she roared up to the ceiling an unheard howl.

"Nk. Nk. Ngh."

Little grunts and flinches, guttural stops escaped as she sputtered and choked with empty lungs. Unable to draw breath back in, her eyes would stare out, wide open in shock. She shook all over, back arched, heart pounding in her chest. The speculum had slipped inside easily, and even though it was a smooth, medical instrument, Olivia would still find herself assaulted by the sensation of its penetration, of its shape slipping and sliding over her aroused, sensitive walls. Eventually, she'd start to recover, but it'd be a little while before she could make another sound, and even longer before she could manage intelligible speech... especially once Natsuki started to wind open that prising tool.

"I... Ah... Oh!"

Olivia twitched. It'd just been a couple of little clicks. She'd just begun to breath again, albeit with moaning pants and gasps. Her muscles had relaxed, her fingernails had stopped clawing the chair, but now she was having to deal with this and...

"Th-that's... OH-Ah! Ah-muh-muh..."

Her toes curled once more. A few more clicks, and Natsuki really starts to crank open that Speculum. Click click click, wider and wider it went. It was too much, she wasn't ready. She moans softly. As her sweet, moist, cunny is pried open, viscous, sticky threads can be seen spanning the breadth between the speculum's arms, and as it continues, fresh juices can also be seen flowing from her. What a sight. She was spreading quite nicely. Little by little, Olivia felt herself stretch, will crumbling as it went, until...

"MO-AAAHH!!

Something briefly snaps, mentally, that is.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

She struggles to breath, chest rising and falling.

"It feels... it feels so..."

Olivia was just about able to stop herself, but the missing word had clearly been 'good'. A brief bit of knuckle biting and she'd soon be back up and over the top, in that place where she was too high up in her pleasure to make a sound. She writhed in her seat and, in silence, she shuddered until was spread all the way open. Of course, she'd know immediately what she wanted to say next. Her face was flushed red. There was panic, given what she'd just said, or rather what she'd nearly said, all the noises and sounds she'd made, and was making. However, as it so happened, recovering enough to be able to speak was apparently a far more lengthy process than Olivia could have possibly expected.

Natsuki's explanation of what she was going to do next came and went, and Olivia would still be gasping, gulping for air. She'd flinch as the electrodes were attached, her body nearly overly sensitive. So much arousal, so much teasing, and so many sexual enhancing chemicals, even the slightest of touches would cause Olivia to jolt right now. Somehow, she'd managed to take in what had been said.

"P-p-p..."

Little puffs as she tried desperately to form words. The doctor had stopped talking for now, but she was still fixing those electrodes in place.

"P-perhaps we should t-take a little break?"

It seemed a good idea to Olivia and a part of her had felt like demanding rather than asking. Alas, such was her polite demeanour and current level of embarrassment, it'd be difficult for her to be forceful on the matter. This suggestion could easily be discarded, or even ignored, and had Olivia known the true nature of her doctor, she would have known what folly it was to even ask. Soon the last of the electrodes were attached, the placements of the ones around her swollen clit and G-Spot eliciting further gasps and shivers. Straps were retrieved for Olivia's ankles and, whilst she couldn't see them through the curtain, looking down and seeing only the turquoise fabric draped over her midsection, she would feel them as Natsuki moved to wrap them around her legs.

"D-Doctor Natsuki?"

Again, too late. The electrodes started up, and any chance Olivia had at all would evaporate.

"Nn."

A soft little yelp as direct electrical stimulation was used to make muscles flinch and contract by themselves. The sensations brushed softly up and down the undersides of her thighs, like an unseen vibrating wand. Her legs flinched in the braces, but Olivia would soon feel them more firmly held as restraints were fastened, just as well...

"Doc-OOH! OHH!"

Her rump clenched, thrusting her hips upwards as the electrodes teased her more sensitive areas with a brief buzz. No longer able to control the muscles responsible, she'd feel her cunt clench tight around the speculum. Impulses fired and nerve inputs were crossed. It felt as if her clit was being softly pinched and rubbed, whilst her G-Spot felt a pounding pulsation. Phantom pleasure rushed upwards to greet her, but as soon as this all at once assault had started, it'd fade, leaving her desperately gasping for air, taking sharp breaths in and out. She shivered and shook, muscles twitching and firing at random. Her thighs buzzed, electrodes making them jolt all by themselves. She was in shock, but the program was still going and it'd only be a few seconds before she was set upon once more, her whole groin erupting in an intense but brief blaze of varying shocks.

"Mmmm..."

She whimpered. Another brief reprieve, then another buzz across her sex, this time slightly different. On and on it went. It was too much. True, she wasn't entirely overwhelmed. In fact, as time went on, she was seemingly getting used to it. It was still just calibrating after all, and the setting wasn't too high at the moment. Though it would, in time, become possible to set her off with this, and only this, it was still early days and she could still manage to hold on.

"Doc-Nnn..."

Another buzz, another whimper.

"D-doctor...?"

She could endure it. She could hold on, but to have gone from that to this, without any break in between... She huffed and she puffed, face red, breath steaming, body twitching... it was too much...