Dr. Pleasure's Healing Touch

Nicholas' movements gradually changed in nature, and he began exerting more force.

I gripped the edges of the examination table with both hands and could not help crying out, "It hurts, doctor!"

If Nicholas hadn't been supporting me with both hands, I would already have fallen in a heap.

"I've finished checking. There are no problems. We can go on to the next step."

By the time I had recovered, I was already lying on the examination table. The restraints beside it held me down firmly.

"What are you doing, doctor?"

I couldn't help struggling with unease at the thought of losing control of my body.

"It's a gynecology exam, and it's part of the physical exam. Didn't you know that?"

Nicholas picked up the medical form and pointed at it. It was written there, but I clearly remembered that it was not necessary for unmarried women.

"I'm not married, doctor. I don't need to do this part."

Nicholas looked at me with his deep, intense eyes and said forcefully, "Who says that unmarried women don't need to be examined? You all need to have this examination. Are you planning on entering the workforce while carrying a disease?"

However, I sensed that something did not seem right. "No, doctor. I won't do it."

Nicholas ignored me and put on his gloves.

The latex gloves were as cold as ice and liberally smeared with a medicinal solution, making them both slippery and sticky.

Nicholas' movements were slow and measured. He didn't pull up my skirt, but I could see his hands moving upward slowly over the material.

My breathing quickened.

His ice-cold finger suddenly entered me smoothly with the help of the medicinal solution.

If I hadn't been tied to the bed, I would have jumped into the air.

"Looks like there's a problem here. I'll have to examine it properly."

I wriggled around to try to avoid the terrifying feeling.

"No!"

I screamed and begged, but it did not stop Nicholas.

When he finally stopped, I was trembling uncontrollably from my intense reaction.

He held out his finger to me, looking serious. "This doesn't feel normal. I'm going to use another tool."

"No, doctor. I don't want this examination anymore," I pleaded, shaking my head.

Nicholas rejected my request mercilessly. "We can't stop now that we've reached this part."

He took off his gloves and pressed a button. Half of the bed rose slowly and lifted my legs slightly.

Tiny beads of sweat glistened on my long, pale legs under the white lights, making them look even more beautiful.

Nicholas thought so too, and he could not help caressing my ankle.

I was wearing strappy high heels that day, and I hadn't taken them off when I had lain down.

I felt my heart twist into knots as Nicholas' gaze darkened. He looked at me like a predator eyeing its prey before devouring it whole.

He suddenly pulled a screen across my waist.

It blocked my view of anything below my waist, including Nicholas. I could not see anything, and I began to feel even more uneasy.

"What are you doing, doctor?"

Nicholas explained patiently, "This is a normal procedure. It's to prevent you from feeling nervous when you see the tool."

I only felt myself being completely exposed to the air. I couldn't help trembling, but there was nothing I could do.

Nicholas ruthlessly slipped off my underwear so that they hung around my ankles.

He used the machine to lift me higher and began slowly using his tool.

I could no longer endure it, and I began begging tearfully for mercy. "It hurts so much. Please stop. I don't want to be examined anymore."

"Just hold on for a little while more. You're almost done."

Nicholas was sweating profusely. Although I tried my best to hold it in, I couldn't help sobbing.

Finally, Nicholas sighed in satisfaction.