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have you and Anthony been together?” The doctor’s voice, calm and reassuring, guided her back into reality.
    “About seven weeks. We met through a friend.” She drew a shuddering breath and tried to relax. More butterflies fluttered in her stomach. He drew on a pair of gloves; for some reason she couldn’t understand, the simple act made her heart lurch. He rolled the chair to the foot of the table, between her legs. His hand brushed her thigh; she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
    He leaned forward and spread her open with his fingers. “Nurse, please make a note that the subject is lubricating very heavily.”
    “What did you say?” Eileen’s voice sounded raspy and strained in her ears.
    He didn’t reply. She felt the touch of cold metal, and then the unyielding inflexibility of a blunt steel speculum sliding into her. She whimpered involuntarily as it opened her up. More butterflies swirled in her stomach. She felt a profound feeling of helplessness. Fingers entered her, warm in contrast to the cold metal.
    She grunted, and pulled impotently against the straps. His fingers pressed deeper, and a sudden shiver ran down her spine.
    “So Anthony tells me that you have erotic dreams about being kidnapped and raped by pirates. Is that true?” His hand moved inside her, twisting, fingers pressing and probing, exploring her.
    “WHAT?! He told you that?”
    “Oh, yes. He’s told me a great deal about you.” His hand moved deeper still; she felt him pressing harder, felt herself stretching nearly to the point of pain to accommodate him.
    Her face turned crimson. She stared up at the ceiling, angry and humiliated. “That bastard!” she fumed. “Why would he say that? I can’t believe he told you that! I’ve never told anyone else!”
    “He’s told me a great deal about you. We talk about you often.” His fingers withdrew, and he slid the speculum out. He lifted a tube of lubricating jelly from the tray. “It’s why I agreed to take you on. You’re an interesting case.” She felt something cool and wet being spread between her legs. “I know that as a young woman, you would masturbate to fantasies of being ravished by strangers, then feel guilty about it for days afterward.” Something pressed against her, probing her, seeking entrance into her anus. She cried out in rage and shame.
    “How dare you! Let me go! This instant!”
    The feeling of pressure vanished. “Nurse, please make a notation that the subject is highly resistant to anal penetration even with a single finger.”
    “What do you think you’re doing?” Eileen roared. “I demand you release me at once!”
    The doctor gazed at her, unperturbed, and stroked his chin. “What do I think I’m doing? Hmm. Has Anthony told you why he sent you to me?”
    She craned her head forward and glared at him.
    “No?” He smiled. “No matter. I have a very…” He paused for a moment. “…specialized practice.” His gloved hands slid over her inner thighs. “I train sex slaves.”
    “What? Is that some kind of sick joke?”
    “Oh, no. No joke at all. Your fiancé brought you here so that I can evaluate your potential and develop a training program for you. He is independently wealthy, as you already know, so there is no need for you to work outside the home. He has…another job in mind for you. One besides just an ordinary housewife.” His thumb pressed between the folds of her pussy lips. “Hmm. Make a notation that the subject appears quite agitated and upset at this point in the exam, and is lubricating much more heavily than before.”
    “You’re insane!” She twisted to look at the nurse. “He’s insane! Help me! Call the police!”
    Samantha stared back at her, a strange, faraway look in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed, and as Eileen watched in horror, one hand crept up her body and fondled her breast through her uniform. Oh, my God, this is a nightmare! This is turning her on!
    Icy panic gripped her. She twisted and strained