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“Nice try,” Stan says as we come to the foyer.
The entry hall has a reception desk in front of us, and to the left is a living room, the walls of which are adorned with the heads of animals. I shudder seeing a stuffed grizzly proudly presented beside the reception desk.
There are quite a few guards by the front door and near the rear by the large windows beyond the reception desk and at the foot of the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.
“Good God!” I breathe. “It’s like an animal murder den in here.”
“It was a hunting lodge,” Stan reminds me.
“But it’s not anymore, I’m guessing.” I try not to look at the gruesome wall decorations. “Surely, as it’s now a compound, whoever’s running the operation could have removed them?”
“This way,” Stan gently guides me into the large living room.
Leather sofas and chairs are spread out around the long room with large windows looking out over the front lawn and the back, which backs onto a gleaming lake. There is a fireplace dominating the far wall, and thankfully, there are no animal heads in this room.
Stan marches me through the room and off to the first hallway with a sign over the door indicating it’s the way to the gym and spa. We stop at the first door, which has a glass partition allowing you to see into a part of the room.
Stan knocks before opening the door and pushing me into the room that looks like a doctor’s room, complete with an ultrasound machine. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.”
He closes the door behind him. A few minutes later, a blond woman with large boobs steps into the room.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Belov,” she greets me. Her face is stern. “I’m the doctor. Would you please take off your clothes and put on that gown?” she points to the blue hospital gown on the bed.
“I’ve just put my clothes on,” I tell her.
“I don’t have a lot of time, Mrs. Belov.” She looks at me impatiently. “I can get one of the guards in here to undress you.” Something dark and sinister flashes in her eyes as they run seductively over my body. “And trust me when I tell you that I’d love nothing more than for you to be difficult. But while I’d love to see you manhandled and forced to comply with my orders…” Her voice trails off as she picks up the gown and shoves it at me. “I unfortunately have my orders. So the choice is yours.”
“Fucking pervert,” I mumble, not feeling comfortable about the upcoming examination at all.
I move behind the screens and take off my clothes.
“All of your clothes, please, including underwear,” her voice booms over to me.
Once I’ve changed into the gown and I feel rather exposed, I cling to the back of the hospital gown and walk back toward the examination bed. The doctor has attached the leg stirrups and my eyes widen. I hate those fucking things.
“Oh, come now, don’t be shy,” the blond bimbo doctor coos. “I’ve seen lots of pussies.” She looks at me. “Now hop up on the bed, and let’s check to see what you have in your womb.”
She makes my pregnancy sound vulgar, and now I really want to run out of there, but her threat is still fresh in my mind. And I have a feeling she really would enjoy seeing me be roughly manhandled. She seems like the type that Stacy’s parents would love to hang out with.
She is perverted and probably a dominatrix by the way she loves to throw her threats around. Which I’m guessing is what dominatrix’s love to do. I really must read up on this shit sometime.
Andrey seems to display a penchant for soft BDSM, or he’s just a domineering prick who gets off on commanding women around. Thinking of Andrey once again makes my pussy pulse, and I don’t need that right now. Miss Blond bitch with the plastic tits might take it the wrong way.
“No, they’re not real,” the doctor tells me, and my eyes widen. Fuck, I was staring at her ample tits. “Would you like to feel them?” She gives me a sultry smile. “I don’t mind.”
“No, thank you!” I tell her icily. “I’m not that way inclined.”
“Oh, sweety,” she drawls. “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy sex with a woman.”
“I’m not bisexual, and I’m not a nympho that will fuck anything.” I look at her in disgust. “Now, can we please get this over with? I’m feeling really uncomfortable right now.”
“Why?” She grabs my legs and pulls me down on the bed. She runs her hands down the insides of my calves before linking them beneath my knees to lift them into the stirrups. “There’s a good girl, nice and wide to show me your pretty little pussy.”
“Can you just stop!” I hiss, sitting up on my elbows and trying to pull my legs off the stirrups, only to be alarmed as she straps them on. “What the fuck!”
“I find it best for women the first time they have a transvaginal ultrasound. It helps keep the patient steady when I insert the device into them.” She smirks, picking up the wand-looking device a few inches long with a small bulbous head. “See, it’s like a mini cock.”
She laughs at the look of horror in my eyes as she slathers the device with a gel lubricant.
