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wildly against the straps. The doctor watched her with a benevolent smile.
    “Let me go!”
    “I am not finished with your evaluation yet.” He rose from the chair and looked down at her. “I need to see how your body responds before I can recommend a program for you. Nurse, if you would, please…”
    Samantha set down the clipboard and stepped to the table. With a single quick motion, she tore the paper gown open, exposing Eileen completely. Two more quick motions and the gown lay in shreds on the floor. Eileen shrieked.
    “You may scream, if you like,” the doctor said mildly. “Did you notice how thick the door to this room was? This particular room is entirely soundproofed. I do all my initial evaluations here.”
    He crossed to one side of the examining room, and drew a long white curtain from the wall. “Now, you will not be permitted to watch the next part of the examination.” He pulled it across a track in the ceiling, until it divided the room in half. The curtain hung directly over Eileen at mid-torso, draping across her body, preventing her from seeing him. She heard the sound of a zipper, followed closely by a rustle. Warm hands touched her thighs.
    His voice drifted through the curtain. “I am now going to begin my initial evaluation of the subject’s response to undesired forcible sexual penetration.” His hands moved up her thighs.
    “No!” She felt something press against her between her legs. “No, you can’t do this! Those are just fantasies! They’re not real! Stop!”
    In one smooth thrust, the doctor impaled her deeply. She screamed and threw herself violently against the straps. The nurse moaned.
    He took her roughly, violating her with a barrage of hard, deep thrusts. She screamed and twisted; tears poured from her eyes. “No! No! Stop!”
    His calm voice floated through the curtain. “Nurse, are the subject’s nipples erect?”
    Samantha stood over her and leaned forward. Eileen saw with a sickening sensation that the nurse was flush with sexual arousal; her nipples stood prominently against the starched white uniform. She reached down and slid her hands over Eileen’s breasts. Eileen screamed again and tried to will herself to sink down through the table, away from the humiliating touch.
    “Yes, Doctor.” The nurse’s hands groped and fondled her. “The subject’s nipples are very hard. I think she likes this.”
    “No!” Eileen shrieked. “No! Please! Please, please…” Her voice dissolved into sobs.
    On the other side of the curtain, the doctor thrust harder into her. “Nurse, please clamp the subject’s nipples.”
    Samantha withdrew two small objects from her pocket and leaned over again. Eileen felt something bite into her nipples, and screamed again. Fresh tears flowed. “Please! Please, you’re hurting me!”
    “Yes,” the nurse moaned. Her hands caressed her captive’s breasts, stroked her shoulders. “And you look so beautiful this way.” Her fingers combed through Eileen’s long black hair.
    Eileen thrashed and cried, long sobs wracking her body. The doctor used her roughly, violently; his fingers dug into her thighs. Fire radiated from her nipples, spread through her body. The tingle returned, urgent, became a burning need, coiled deep inside her.
    Then, something within her exploded. The violation, the pain, her humiliation and shame, that strange butterfly feeling inside her—it all became too much, and in the instant when she could no longer bear it, it changed, became something new. Her screams changed, too, and wave after wave of agonizing, excruciating ecstasy slammed through her. She arched her back off the table, enslaved by the grip of the most intense orgasm she had ever known.
    When it was over, he withdrew from her. She lay naked and sweaty, bound to the table, whimpering softly. Her body shook.
    He drew back the curtain and removed the harsh metal clips from her nipples. New pain spiked through her breasts, drawing out a sharp