The Osiris Society Vol 1

An eBook By C A Smith.

Monique, caught between good sense and apprehension, quickly balanced her fear of what unknown horror this ‘appointment’ might bring with the known consequences of uncooperative behavior. There was only one reasonable answer.

“Yes, my Lord.”

Leo smiled enigmatically and led her through a door and down a short corridor into a brightly lighted room.

The distinctive antiseptic odor told Monique that this was a medical facility, even before she saw the examination table and the various other pieces of medical equipment. Leo brought her to the business end of the table, lifted her up easily and set her on the end of the table. As he was placing her heels in the stirrups, another man entered the room through a second door. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, mostly bald with a fringe of white hair. The normalcy of his rimless glasses and green physician’s smock struck such a familiar chord in Monique that, once again, she wanted to weep with relief. She began to feel almost comfortable, in spite of her nakedness.

Leo was now buckling straps around Monique’s ankles, cinching her feet tightly into the stirrups. The situation no longer felt so normal to her. In the meantime, the doctor lifted a file off a desk near the door and examined its contents as he turned toward Monique.

“Are you on birth control,” He asked.

“Yes, “she answered, but caught the dangerous look in Leo’s eyes and quickly amended it.

“Yes, my Lord.”

He asked her more questions about the type and dosage while he took notes. She answered his questions, keenly appreciative of the cool vinyl table top against

her sore bottom. Less comforting was Leo’s unwavering gaze. She was careful to add the honorific to every response.

After a long list of questions and a variety of standard examinations … eyes, ears, throat, reflexes… all duly registered in the file, the doctor said,

“We took a sample of your blood while you were in transit, Monique, and you’ll be happy to learn that you have no contagious diseases. You are a remarkably healthy young woman.  Obviously, you are very beautiful as well. You’ll be very popular here. All our novices, Mistresses and Members are regularly tested for unpleasant infections and, so far, we have managed to keep everyone completely clean. Now, lay back, my dear.”

She let them help her lie back on the cold vinyl padding. Her hands were still fastened behind her in the small of her back, forcing her belly upward, but she managed to find a reasonably comfortable position. A restraint belt was passed over her lower rib cage and cinched down so that she was completely immobile.  She wondered why, slightly alarmed.

“Now I will check you for lumps, my dear.”

For some reason she had not expected this, but it was a perfectly reasonable thing to do as part of an examination, so she stared at the ceiling, careful not to look at either man, as the doctor felt and prodded her breasts, rather excessively, she thought. He finished by gently rolling each nipple between his fingers, making them stand up prominently.

“Charming, my dear! Now let’s see if there are any problems with your little treasure box.”

Monique had undergone such examinations before in doctors’ examining rooms, but these were not the words or actions of any doctor she had ever known. She knew better than to object, however. The doctor and Leo, each taking a stirrup, spread her legs until she grimaced in pain, adjusting the extensions and locking them into position. Using white adhesive tape, they attached each of her legs from just below the knee to hooks at the sides of the table so that her thighs were held wide apart and immovable. She was again completely helpless and extremely uncomfortable, her sex as exposed as it could possibly be.

As her anxiety mounted, Leo produced a mask-shaped blindfold from a drawer under the table and placed it firmly over her eyes, lifting her head to connect Velcro fasteners. In her mind she was suddenly back in the box, suffocating with claustrophobia. She fought off the panic, but in her new blindness all her other senses were sharpened. She heard a chair scrape the floor near the foot of the table and felt fabric brush against her sensitive inner thighs. She felt the doctor proceed through a normal vaginal exam and Pap smear.

Just as she began to relax with the familiarity of the procedure, she felt lubricated fingers take hold of her clitoris and start to knead and stroke it. She stiffened and forced herself not to make any protest as she was in no position to invite another whipping. The fingers continued to tease her and, in spite of herself, Monique’s body began to respond with a vague stirring in her loins. A tingling started in her pelvis and spread upwards to her scalp and down her legs. Her breathing grew shallower. She was squirming against her restraints and felt wetness forming. The longer the torment to her clitoris continued, the longer she wanted it to go on. Her thoughts seethed with anger, fear and small thrills of pleasure. Abruptly the gentle massage stopped. She heard a drawer slide open, followed by a humming sound. Then a new sensation that swiftly swept from her clitoris to every part of her body. A vibrator! She had never used one but there was no mistaking that the intensity of this new sensation was associated with the humming. The effect was overwhelming, beyond anything she had ever experienced. It overrode all her feelings of indignity and embarrassment, all her anger at her captors for her capture and suffering. Her crumbling attempts to resist were inundated by waves of pleasurable tremors in her belly as the vibrator slid in and out of her vagina, always in contact with her engorged clitoris, electrifying every nerve, every synapse. She moaned aloud and was rapidly approaching an orgasm when the vibrator was replaced by a more familiar feeling, a warm shaft filling her most feminine place, thrusting deeply into her over and over until she crested, crying aloud in a tremendous climax...

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