Chapter 9: Examination

Tracker Jenkins leads Ayden into an industrial looking anteroom.  The walls have been painted a pale blue.  The paint is beginning to peel, revealing the remnants of green underneath and it is evident this room has not been maintained in many years.  Tracker Jenkins tells Ayden to wait in the room before he goes through a door to the right while she is left standing alone and feeling very apprehensive.  Without a clock Ayden is unsure how long she is left waiting, but time seems to tick by painstakingly slow.  She looks to the ceiling for cameras.  She watches the door from the room where she has just come.  There are no chairs so she stands in the middle of the room becoming increasing more anxious about her nudity.  She tries crossing her arms in front of her but she needs one hand to place between her legs.  She turns with her back to the doors but then feels she should cover that view with both hands.  She thinks how silly she must appear fidgeting in this room all alone.  She stands up tall just as the door to her right swings open.  She spins around, as Tracker Jenkins strides back into the room.  Reflexively she crosses her arms back over her breasts; each of her nipples hidden discreately behind the cup of one of her palms.

He takes her lead and guides her into the room from which he has just come.  The lights are bright and they gleam off of every surface.  Ayden squints at the glare coming from two large lights hanging from the ceiling.  Under the light closest to her is a table similar to what you would see in any doctor’s office.  The second light shines above what looks like a padded sawhorse strange padded chair.  Around the edges of the room are cabinets and counters full of medical equipment of every variety.  Ayden does not have time to study the room for long before she is standing beside the first table.

“Please, climb up on the table,” Tracker Jenkins asks politely but Ayden knows she does not have a choice in the matter. 

Hesitantly, she climbs up and sits on the table.  The paper crinkles under her and instantly she is a little girl; in her mind she is waiting to get her annual shots and it makes her shiver.  Ayden folds her hands into her lap and peeks up to Tracker Jenkins through the wisps of hair covering her eyes.  Her feet dangle off the edge of the table and they sway gently; back and forth.  With every movement the paper crumples under her and the sound reverberates in the quiet of the medical room.

Tracker Jenkins comes closer and she cannot help but blush. He removes the leash that is chained to her collar.  There is something about his mannerisms that makes Ayden’s belly tense.

Placing one hand on her back and one hand spread out just below the collar he instructs, “Please lie back and raise your hands above your head.”

Ayden complies and he moves to the end of the table, near her head.  He is placing cuffs on her wrists when a tall, strikingly beautiful woman enters the room.  She is dressed in a nurses’ uniform that looks like it is right out of the 1940s; complete with white stockings and the little white cap with a red cross on the front.  The only difference is her skirt is very short and barely covers her. 

The nurse announces with a smile in Tracker Jenkins’ direction, “Doctor Bob will be here in just a moment.  He is completing his notes from the last detainee.”

With the metal cuffs secured, Ayden’s hands are tightly fastened over her head.  There is very little slack in the chain that runs between her wrists.  It forces her to arch her back slightly and the sideways movement of her arms is limited to less than the width of her hand.

Tracker Jenkins pats Ayden softly on the forearm and asks, “Comfy?” To which she lies and rewards him with a smile and silent nod.

The nurse approaches the table near Ayden’s feet.  Ayden can hear her pulling out drawers as the bottom of a metal drawer scraps against the metal frame of the table.  There is more grinding of metal on metal but Ayden is unable to lift her head far enough to see what the pretty nurse is doing.  A moment later her soft hands are on Ayden’s ankle and in a delicate voice she whispers, “Relax dear.  I am just going to lift your legs.”

First one leg and then the other is lifted, bent at the knee, and settled onto a support.  Then a metal cuff is locked into place over her shins, so that she I incapable of moving either of her legs.  Ayden is lying in such a position that she appears to be sitting in a chair that is laying on its back.  Her legs extended over her body and out to either side.

“Okay you are all set,” Tracker Jenkins announces and retreats to the far corner of the room, where he just stands with his arms folded.

The room is cold and Ayden watches as the nurse bustles around the room wheeling trays of medical implements over to the table.  Ayden watches as she flits in and out of view.  Before the nurse has finished her harried preparations the door in the far corner of the room, opposite from the one Ayden entered, opens and latches quietly.  Ayden can hear footsteps but her view is blocked by her upturned legs.

“Good morning, Jenkins.  How are you today?”  It is a pleasant voice and Ayden stretches trying to see where the voice is coming from.

The unseen voice does not respond to the pleasantries, but gets straight to business.  “I see you have brought in another one.  Specifics; please.”

Tracker Jenkins begins a list of Ayden’s brief history as he knows it, “Possible runaway captured at the Squeeze Inn this morning.  She has been flogged one time.  I am sure it will heal up fast enough, but it should be noted and watched.  She seems healthy and has not given us any difficulties.”

“Age?” comes the voice of the doctor; closer now.  It sounds as if he is standing near her feet, but when Ayden strains her neck she cannot see anyone there.  “Age?” he repeats again, but this time more insistent and loud.

“Dear, he means you,” the nurse says nudging Ayden’s arm.

“Oh! 23,” is Ayden stunned reply.

“Subject arrived this morning from the Squeeze Inn.  Upon first glance she appears healthy and compliant. Age, 23.  Average height and healthy weight.”  The doctor’s voice again sounds near her feet and Ayden is confused. “Nurse have you checked her teeth yet?”

“No, Sir,” replies the girl and she leans in gently prying open Ayden’s mouth.  “Teeth and gums looks healthy, Sir.”

“Very well, let’s get this exam done.  It has been a long day,” says the doctor.  The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor fills the room with the same sound as chalk on a chalkboard making Ayden cringe.  There is a thump as the doctor hops up onto the stool and Ayden can finally see the top of his head.  He is short; very short.  He is standing at full height, but still Ayden can only see him from his nose up; peering up at her from between her legs.  She cannot keep from letting out a gasp of surprise.  His hair is bright auburn and the top is pulled back to frame the delicate features of his face, however it does not obscure the fact that he has elongated, pointed ears jutting out from under his long mane.  Ayden can see, in his eyes, a smile that slides across his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckles and his head dips out of view.

Ayden feels the cold of metal implement as it enters her.  He body tenses but she cannot move to escape it.  She briefly glances to where Tracker Jenkins is standing.  He is still there; his arms are clasped behind his back and he is staring straight ahead of him at a blank wall.  Ayden turns to the nurse, but does not find rescue.  She tries to relax as the metal expands prying her open from inside.  The doctor comments, “She is not pregnant, but I see no barrier in place. Score that a 6.”

Quickly the metal that has only begun to warm against her skin loosens and slides from her body.  Ayden takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, but before she can fully empty her lungs she feels something moist as it is applied to her clit.  With her legs still spread and imprisoned she cannot move to diminish her reaction.  She feels the sudden tingle erupt and the cold moisture begins to warm against her skin.  The moisture that envelopes her clitoris is brushed again and the cold is awakened but quickly lights the tingle into a fiery burn.  Her back arches instinctively and she moans uncontrollably.  The moisture seems to react to her arousal; growing warmer with each beat of her racing heart. 

“Excellent response.  A solid 8, and clearly trainable,” and as suddenly as the warmth is becoming enjoyable the doctor uses a rough cloth to wipe it away.  Ayden’s quiet whimpers go unnoticed.

Tracker Jenkins and the nurse both move in and remove her bindings.  Without a word Ayden is placed on her feet where she stands before a man that is barely as tall as her navel.  He is wearing dull green scrubs and Ayden bites back a smile because he stands eye level to the small patch of hair that hides her supplicant little clitoris.

“Needs to be shaved before the auction,” he says into a small recording device hanging from his ear.

Ayden is looking down at him smiling, having nearly forgotten her nakedness, because she is so captivated by the curious looking doctor who is examining her.  Never before has she seen such a man.  She can see now his auburn hair is straight and the hair on the top of his head is pulled back into a ponytail with only the hair below his pointed ears hanging loose across his shoulders.  His deep brown eyes are kind and except for his apple red lips the rest of his face is mostly hidden behind a well-trimmed beard.  She is so amused that she does not notice him reaching up to her left nipple until he closes it in a vise-like pinch.

“Hey!” she shrieks.  It is instinctual and it flies from her mouth before she can pull it back.  She reacts without thinking; jumping back and reaching up to cover her throbbing nipple, trying her best to rub the sheering pain away. 

The doctor’s gentle eyes instantly turn stern.  “Do not make me have you restrained.  You will fold your hands behind your head and keep them there until told to do otherwise.  Do you understand?” he asks and it is less of a question than a directive.  The iciness of his words startle Ayden.  She feels like a child who has just been scolded.  Nodding her head she fights the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes and laces her fingers behind her head.

The doctor reaches up again twisting as he pinches her right nipple this time.  Ayden bites her lip raising her eyes to the ceiling still fighting the tears.  When he releases it the pain instantly dissipates and the tingling sensation left behind makes the little ball harden proudly.

“Very nice, with the exception of that outburst.  A, 7,” is his instruction to the recording device on his ear.  “You may relax,” he tells Ayden.  The doctor takes a step back and continues, “Please step forward and lay your belly on top of this spanking bench.”

Awkwardly,

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I hope you will be patient with me.  I am posting this chapter incomplete because I will not be finishing it.  I have decided to do away with what I have here and approach it from a different angle.  My hope is that if you read both you will agree with me that the second version is better.  But as always please feel free to let me know your thoughts.