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Judy's Clinic

ChrisGabriel

Supernova
Joined
Oct 27, 2010
Who: the Robot
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica @Colonel_Liam Marcus @LeaT as Maureen
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

The Robot was just standing there, holding the tools for gardening for easier access, but it was also capable of moving some earth, or just to clear out an area from the alien foliage. With four arms even if it was just kind of waddling after Maureen, it could be tremendous help. Also, its senses open to the possible dangers of big insects or small animals. That it was recording and processing everything wasnt that obvious.

However at the words of 'dr. Smith' the Robot seemed to get more attentive, opening a live feed to 'Zoe', and also sending the previous sentence, so she could hear and see what it was about her.
 

Your Succubu

Just a girl who likes system role-plays.
Joined
Feb 13, 2021
Location
Canada
Who: Jessica Stevensen
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica @Colonel_Liam Marcus @LeaT as Maureen @ChrisGabriel as the robot
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

Jessica had been hesitant on the subject of the breeding program. What kind of society would they be living in if people had their sexual partners chosen for them? Eventually, boredom got the best of her, and she figured that maybe a bit of sex would excite her at least. After her morning yoga session, she set out towards the medical clinic to see who she was assigned with. She still wore her outfit from her yoga session, textured black yoga leggings that accentuated her curves, and a matching sports bra. The bra was cut in a way that showed off her tightly pressed together cleavage. She had asked her father for a breast enhancement surgery as a birthday gift when she turned 17. Thankfully, she was able to get that before they left earth. A pair of large aviator style sunglasses protected her from the sun's rays.

As she approached the medical clinic, she spotted Maureen and Marcus talking with one another. She had of course noticed the attractive Marcus around the colony earlier, but now it occurred to her that the two of them may be paired together. That wouldn't be a bad deal at all. Besides, even if they weren't paired together, it wouldn't stop them from having fun behind the other's backs if she wanted to. She had no doubt that Marcus wouldn't be able to resist her if she got bored, and turned on a bit of her feminine charm later.

As she arrived at the group she exchanged a polite greeting with each of them, before focusing her gaze on Marcus.
 

LeaT

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Joined
May 3, 2014
Who: Maureen Robinson
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica @Colonel_Liam Marcus @ChrisGabriel as the robot?
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

Maureen did her best to suppress her smile as she patted Marcus on the shoulder in silent support. "Good morning Jessica." She said politely, wondering if Marcus was having as much trouble not looking at those big tits as much as she was. Maureen had suspected they were not quite natural, but she couldn't be certain, at least not without closer examination than was acceptable in polite society. In any event, if they were fake, they were damn nice work. "I can tell you that you two are paired so good luck to you, I'll be working out in my garden if you need me, I think Dr. Smith is about but everyone else is gone. Make yourselves at home mi casa es su casa" she said as she walked behind Jessica where only Marcus could see her. Maureen held both hands out in front of her chest, mimicking the busty blonde for Marcus' amusement then headed back out to her garden.
 
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Who: Marcus O'Donnell
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica @LeaT as Maureen Maybe @ChrisGabriel as the robot?
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning


Marcus relaxed around Maureen when she revealed they weren't paired. On some level he was glad, she undeniably attractive but with the rigors of the new program he was somewhat glad that it wasn't the parents of the ODonnell's and Robinson's messing up the family dynamics of the other. At least in the first round. He openness about not minding if they had been paired surprised him and a fleeting image of both Maureen and Megan in his bed flashed through his mind before he finally identified the figure walking towards them.

Marcus watched as Jessica approached. Even as a happily married man, he couldn't deny that the blonde was a bombshell, though he suspected that her breasts, nicely emphasized by her sports bra were less than natural. Still she pulled the look off well. He greeted her happily enough, knowing that at some point the two would be paired up. However he was still a bit taken aback by Maureen's assertion that he and the young blonde had been partnered.

He felt the young woman's gaze on him, and he was surprised and flattered in equal measure that she didn't seem disgusted to be paired with an older man the way he suspected Mei, or Faith, or Penny might have been. He coughed into his hand to stifle a laugh at Maureen's pantomime behind the busty blonde before the weight of what he was going to have to do with the young woman seeped back into his mind. Despite his commitment to the success of the colony it was still difficult to reconcile the idea of impregnating a girl less than half his age, with is "family man" persona.

He looked at Jessica and shrugged, " Well I don't know about you, but that wasn't quite how I imagined finding out about... well.." he shrugged again, a bit lost for words.
 

Your Succubu

Just a girl who likes system role-plays.
Joined
Feb 13, 2021
Location
Canada
Who: Jessica Stevensen
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica @Colonel_Liam Marcus @ChrisGabriel as the robot
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

She tried to keep the same friendly and polite expression she had on when she greeted them. She didn't want Marcus to know that she was somewhat pleased to be paired with him of course. As Maureen left she raised her glasses up, and onto her hair, so that he could see her alluring gray eyes.

She was confused by his reaction, his cough, and lack of enthusiasm felt like an attack on her self-confidence. Was he really a committed married man? How many guys could really say they'd turn down the chance to sleep with Jessica?

"Oh, I hope you're not disappointed." She said playfully with a slight smile.

"Did you have your eyes on another girl?"
 
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Who: Marcus O'Donnell
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning


Alexander didn't have any daughter's, he and Megan had only had boys, but he gave Jessica a fatherly smile. He wasn't so old that he didn't know when a woman was trying to manipulate him. Catching a glimpse of Jessica's eyes he had to admit that were he 20 years younger he might have fallen head over heals for blonde. Still there was a differnce between picking up boys her age, or men his age in unhappy marriages, and Marcus.

That said he understood that he was going to be expected to impregnate this girl in the coming days. "Oh, no t disappointed with you Jessica, just with this whole state of affairs. I'm sure you were hoping to be matched with someone closer to your age. Not an old man like me. Megan and I would have been thrilled if either of our boys had brought you home back on Earth."

He turned and looked back to his family Jupiter. I need to get back to work, but I'm sure we'll find some time in the next few days to discuss how we want to... proceed. Should I have a discussion with your father about all this?"
 

Your Succubu

Just a girl who likes system role-plays.
Joined
Feb 13, 2021
Location
Canada
Who: Jessica Stevensen
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Colonel_Liam Marcus
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

She reached out and lightly rubbed his arm. A gesture to both reassure him, and to excite him with just the simple touching of their two bodies. "I like a guy with a bit more experience." She batted her long eyelashes as she looked up at him for extra effect. She pulled her arm back as looked back towards his family's Jupiter. He seemed torn between being a loyal husband, or fucking the young girl as his body and primal urges demanded.

"I'm sure he'll find out eventually. You can break the news to him yourself if you want to." She said in a disinterested tone. "I hope the farming is going well." She said as she began to turn, leaving him to his work. Her shapely ass swaying suggestively with each step as she took.
 
Joined
Sep 24, 2018
Who: Marcus O'Donnell
Where: The Medical Clinic
Relevant: @Your Succubu as Jessica
When: Time: June 21st 2046, Early Morning

Alexander watched Jessica go, admiring the sway of her hips as she went. He let out a long sigh. He knew he would have to breed the girl soon, but he couldn't help but think that if he hadn't been married, and was 20 years younger he might've taken Jessica up on her offer right in the grass underneath the Robinson's Jupiter. As it stood though, he was, and he wasn't and that meant he had to approach this whole situation with tact and restraint.

Turning to the robot he gathered the pairing lists for the rest of his family, noting who had been paired with who, a distinct pang of pain and jealousy rolling through him when he was that the young handyman Tag would be partnered with his Megan. However he consoled himself that Megan would approach this with the same sort of business like attitude he was planning on taking with Jessica.

Pocketing the print outs he began to walk back towards his own Jupiter.
 

xavierrol

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Supporter
Joined
Aug 24, 2013
Location
Ohio
Who: Allen
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @AndNich123 as Judy

It had taken some time, some tears, and some fairly intense sex, but eventually Allen and his wife Kat had come to accept the idea of the breeding program. Allen hadn't actually thought the other colonists would go for it and with Kat's almost violent opposition, it was far smarter and easier to be indignant in sympathy with his wife than to openly admit he kind of liked the idea. While he didn't necessarily relish the idea of sharing Kat, whom he thought was arguably the hottest woman here not related to him, he was definitely open to establishing sexual relations with pretty much any of the female colonists. Each had their attributes, though his tastes skewed heavily towards the younger end of the spectrum, but even the women close to his age had definite sex appeal. Of course the threat of being ostracized from the already too small colony, had finally given him cover to convince Kat it was something they simply had to do. Ultimately the burden of keeping the human race going seemed to trump their social norms revolving around the more committed, long term couples. Leaving only he and Kat still opposed. For himself, the human race could die out if that is what it came to, as a biologist he knew no species endured forever. But they would need the other colonists skill sets to survive in anything approaching comfort for the rest of his lifetime and he did have his little girl to look after. As an after thought he considered Nate as well.

So here he was at the Robinson's Jupiter, waiting to see Dr. Robinson who had been in training to be a medic but now was by default considered their doctor. Having his doctorate in biology, Allen didn't consider himself a medical doctor by any stretch, but his knowledge was fairly extensive on a wide range of topics including human anatomy and physiology. He saw the door to Judy's clinic partially open so he knocked lightly, the door swinging further open as he tapped on it to reveal the cute young medic. "Dr. Robinson, how are you?" He asked, seeing her alone, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. It was his allotted time for an exam so he assumed she had been expecting him.

"I want to apologize if my wife and I seemed a bit hostile to your idea about the breeding program." He started off, wanting to put her at ease after the fireworks of the initial reaction. He was dressed casually in a button down shirt and khaki pants, as if he was still walking the quad of the university. "So tell me a bit about your medical training, you're so young you couldn't have been too far along?" He did his best to not let his statement sound too intimidating, though it was fairly close to a challenge of her medical authority. "I'm not a medical doctor, but I know an awful lot of biology, so don't be afraid to ask for my assistance." He leaned against the exam table, waiting for her to suggest how she wanted to start his exam. His eyes roamed her body briefly, wondering who would be examining her and ready to volunteer for the assignment.
 

AndNich123

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 22, 2014
Who: Judy Robinson
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @xavierrol as Allen Stevenson



There were so many good days. Her idea of a good day was not the norm. It was alright. She was fine with being different. Different wasn't the word she would use to describe herself anyway. Focused. She was beyond focused and passionate about her work. While others found comfort and joy in various things, a good book, a party, a night on the town with friends, drinking, far too many things to even begin to discuss with someone in fact, she found comfort in her nose being to the grindstone. Knowledge had been the only friend she needed through the years. Her joy was in the faces of those around her when they were astounded by what she knew or had accomplished. She didn't need the things others seemed to thrive with. Friends? They got in the way, took up too much time, took her away from what really mattered the most. What mattered the most was furthering her own personal goals. Certainly, she appreciated a beautiful, clear day, with a blue sky that was warm and inviting as a cool, crisp breeze kissed her skin. It was soothing, and she wasn't above taking a moment to admire it and drink it in. Of course, that was usually as she was on her way to the next task at hand, the next hurdle in her climb to the top of a mountain she had long ago placed in front of her. The times had changed though, and with those changes, her mountain had shifted. Now she found herself here, in this lab, striving to find the peak of this new mountain. There would always be a new peak to reach, a new height to tackle. She would find her way with this new journey. The setting was clearly different, but the hurdles were still there, and she wasn't about to give up.

In the midst of mapping out her day mentally, she was torn from her thoughts by the gentle tapping at her door. Looking over her shoulder, the man's frame came into view. 'A man. Perfect.' Mentally she took note of his height, weight, muscle tone, and took a stab at his age. Of course, she would double-check all of that with her exam and document it as well. Check, check, and double-check. That was her motto. She smiled, her gaze now averted from him, at the mention of his wife. She was certainly someone to remember with her clear opposition to the program. It was alright. She knew there would be some resistance. Fighting it, upholding her program against it, was something she had made allowances for. It was perfectly alright, but she did find some comfort in his words.

Turning to face him, clipboard in hand, she smirked. "Biology? An interesting subject isn't it? I found it somewhat challenging. Biology was one of my core prerequisites before I went to medical school. There were quite a few of those. My favorite was calculus, but it wasn't fair really for me to take that. I was doing calculus when I was 8. By far not the youngest person to be able to do that, but still an accomplishment." She smiled wider before placing her clipboard on the exam table. "I earned my Bachelor's Degree before going on to Medical School. I was ranked fairly high on MCATS. 528. My last two years in medical school were spent doing rotations at Brigham and Women's Hospital. Sadly I only got 2 years of my residency completed. My courses focus on gynecology, obstetrics, and gynecological surgery. You see my goal was to become a fertility specialist. A medic is actually not a good term to describe what I was going for, but it is certainly easier to write," she mused. My training was in the hopes of helping to save the human race. It's why I rallied so hard for this program. It's why this program is....my baby. Parents want the best for their babies. They want them to grow and bloom. That's all I want. I want my baby and grow, to bloom, and the human race to thrive. So I continue my training here," she continued, gesturing towards one of her desks, covered in books. "I don't have the luxury of a professor, but I do have my drive. That has to account for something." She reached around her neck, retrieving her stethoscope. "Now, if you are..satisfied..with my credentials, would you please remove your shirt?" Placing the instrument in her ears, her smile broadened. "Did I mention I graduated high school at 16? You see Mr. Stevenson, I don't let anything get in my way. I see something I want, and I go for it. No holding back. I won't stop until I get to where I want to be. So rest assured, your body is in good hands with me. So, that shirt," she gestured, her hand nearly being flush against his chest. "Take it off. I want to check out your muscle tone, lungs, and heart. Have to make sure you have the..stamina for this project. I need to make sure you're..up..for the challenge."
 

xavierrol

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Supporter
Joined
Aug 24, 2013
Location
Ohio
Who: Allen
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @AndNich123 as Judy

Allen had of course seen the type of bright, youthful enthusiasm that Judy seemed to ooze out of her very pores. He loved seeing that look in a bright young girl's eyes, that thirst for knowledge that could overwhelm all other considerations. It was especially useful when he held much of the knowledge they so desperately craved. Judy was actually older and more experienced than his preferred students at the university. Allen especially enjoyed those just starting their academic careers, often away from home for the first time and oh so impressionable. To hear her talk, Judy was brighter than most, which was saying something as he did have some of the brightest in his classes.

"Hey, hey, I'm convinced, you can relax. I'm not here to test you or anything, but there is more to being a doctor than you will find in those books." He raised his hands if surrendering to her rattled off credentials and her overall passion for the project. As she literally demanded his shirt as she put her stethoscope in her ears he delayed, not out of any modesty, but more to remind her she wasn't in charge here. "Is this the kind of bedside manner they taught at BWH?" He challenged, his hands gripping her shoulders and pushing her back slightly. His eyes captured hers as he held her up, enjoying making her slow down for at least a moment. "I'm not really your patient, I'm here as a courtesy to you, perhaps you should keep that in mind?"

He released her then hopped up easily enough to sit on her exam table. "Now why don't you try this again, by asking nicely if I will remove my shirt." He took the bell of her stethoscope from her hand and whispered into it. "Perhaps using the magic word." He then exhaled gently on the clinical piece of equipment to warm it. He took it and placed it on the bare skin of her chest, whatever was exposed by her shirt. "Warming it is a nice gesture." He said before giving it back to her and beginning to unbutton his shirt. He undid the buttons but didn't take it off, she could either work with it that way or finish removing it herself, either way he was content.
 

AndNich123

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 22, 2014
Who: Judy
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @xavierrol as Allen


He had pressed all the right buttons. Whether they were buttons he somehow knew she needed to be pressed or not, that remained to be seen. Still, she could not waiver. The door was closed literally but not figuratively. She knew the distinction. It was one she had to constantly keep in mind as there was a parade of people that she often had to examine, looking at their bare flesh, touching their bodies, feeling them quiver as her cold hands gently rested on them before manipulating to her whim. This was her domain, and while she felt the emotions welling up, she had to remind herself, 'the door is not closed.'

His touch had set off her initial thoughts, but as she regained control, his words echoed. "The human element," she told him, taking the bell of her stethoscope in her hand. "It's what I dubbed it. Bedside manner is one thing. The human element is a large part of that. As you're looking at a patient, as you're listening to their concerns, their complaints, you have to connect with them on a personal level. A good doctor hears their patients. A great doctor actually listens. There is a difference. Most people don't know that. I can hear you, but if I'm not listening, well that makes all the difference in the world." She took the bell slowly up to mere inches from her lips. Her eyes never left his. It was as if there was a challenging electricity in the air. She wasn't about to back down. Slowly she blew a long, deep breath to the bell, feeling the warm air wash over her fingers. "There. I think I got it..warm enough. Hopefully, you will be..comfortable. I'd hate to think that I'm bringing you any displeasure." Slowly she moved forward until her hand pressed the bell against his skin. She could feel him breathing beneath it. His heartbeat began to thud in her ears. It was strong, steady, and strangely comforting. "Decent enough. You have a strong heart. That's good. You're going to need it. It didn't even occur to her that she had given away a slight clue as to what he could expect behind closed doors. There it was again. Those three words. Behind closed doors. Again she lifted her gaze over towards the door. It sat motionlessly, closed to the world on the other side of it. "No murmurs. No irregular rhythm. All good signs. There are no signs of congestive heart failure. So that tells me your heart isn't enlarged. All good signs indeed. Most importantly, it tells me you actually do have a heart, but then again, I already knew that. After all, you did do me the honor of this..courtesy..by coming here today." She was well aware she was throwing his words back to him as she walked around to his back. A smirk was certainly on her lips. "I will need this shirt off. Listening to your lungs will be easier, and I can also assess if you've suffered any muscle loss during your time in space. So..please..sit still while I remove the shirt you clearly couldn't. Perhaps there is concern about your muscle tone at least since your arms don't seem to want to work." As she tugged on his shirt, slowly allowing it to slide from his body, her smirk grew. "I do apologize. Perhaps that wasn't the best..bedside manner. Of course, I've always found that goes both ways. If the patient is incorrigible, well it can be difficult to..handle them. Then again, I never was good at the human element. Now," she announced, abruptly bringing her train of thoughts to a close. "Breathe in deep." She listened as the bell was pressed into his back. Her ears may have been focused on the sounds, but her eyes certainly were more focused on his back. The definition wasn't that of a chiseled athlete, ready to run until he had claimed his prize, but he certainly was easy to gaze upon. "And exhale." Again she listened. "Breathe in deep." She watched as his body moved with his actions. Perhaps it was out of his control. Maybe he was fully aware of how he moved. Either way, she felt secure in knowing he couldn't see the intensity of her stare. "And exhale." Nodding her head, as if someone in the room could actually see her, she said, "Good. Nice breath sounds. No cracking. No wheezing. So if you're a smoker, the good news is you can still light up," she teased.

As she made her way back around the exam table, she picked up her clipboard. Quickly retrieving a pen, she began to scribble down some notes. "I know. Doctors have the worst handwriting. I'll let you in on a little secret. We do that on purpose so nobody else can read our charts but other doctors. No. I'm just kidding. See what I did there? Human connection. Awkward, but it's there. Now," she began once more as she placed the clipboard and pen back down. "I need to check your blood pressure. I have to make sure you can..handle the sessions." She turned towards one of her desks and came back carrying the cuff. "Your arm, if you please," she asked, holding the cuff up, "Or do you think this part isn't necessary? Should I just skip to the..other part..of the exam? I am at your beckon desire here, since this is a courtesy after all. If you think you're fine, then we can cut this short, and you can get back to your pressing life. I know I have other things I could be doing. So what's it going to be Mr. Stevensons? Shall we press on?"
 

xavierrol

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Joined
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Location
Ohio
Who: Allen
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @AndNich123 as Judy

Brilliant, he was sure, but wound as tight as a drum that was for certain. If nothing else, if the breeding program got the girl laid, it would do wonders for her. He tolerated her exam, perhaps even enjoyed her touch and her systematic confirmation of what he already knew, he was in perfect health, at least for his age. He smiled at her intimation of what he would 'need' to be part of her program. "You know doctor, I have a wife younger than you, I know what I'm going to need and it won't be a problem." He assured her with his firm and steady fatherly voice. Growing up with two moms he wondered if she had any sort of a father complex, would such an environment enhance or hinder such feelings? Her outward confidence seemed to be covering something though, and while he was pretty sure he knew what it was, he didn't want to let himself be fooled by his own desires. He could afford to take his time with this one, besides he had all the sex he could ask for with Kat right now. This breeding program had her so hostile she needed a vent and sex was that vent, even in normal circumstances Kat was a sexual dynamo but the stress of the situation had put her into overdrive. No, he could afford to toy with this one. If anything, she needed a release much more than he did right now.

He followed her instructions like a perfectly well behaved patient. He shrugged his shoulders to help her take off his shirt. "Oh and how do you plan to assess my muscle tone?" He asked as he held his arms out horizontal, he wasn't a ripped body builder but he was fairly lean and well proportioned. "The human element, I suppose that would be a bit important for a medical doctor, especially OB/GYN. But an old 'incorrigible' crank like me should be easy." He had to stay quiet as she listened to his lungs and breathed as she demanded. He laughed at her handwriting joke but then got more serious as he took her stethoscope from her before she could get her B/P cuff. "Oh, I'll let you finish, but we got to catch you up first. You can't listen to your own heart and lungs, and since I'm the closest thing you got to an assistant, I'll check you now." He smiled, but his eyes projected his seriousness and as he gave her a moment to consider his words before he continued. "Now go and lock the door, and take off your shirt." He said, no humor in his voice this time as he slid off the table and casually donned the stethoscope at the ready below his ears and warmed the bell for her. He gestured for her to take his place up on the table.
 

AndNich123

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 22, 2014
Who: Judy
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @xavierrol as Allen



"A full-body fitness test," she replied, smirking. "It would tell me where you need to gain muscle tone, as well as give me a chance to discuss how you can maintain the muscle tone you already have. It's critical. Here in space, muscle tone could deteriorate quickly. Staying on top of such things is..critical." Her initial exam of his muscle tone didn't reveal much that she hadn't already picked up. While he wasn't in peak physical form, neither was he a poor specimen. "Not bad. You could use a little toning up. Maybe sometime we can discuss your diet. That could help. I certainly hope you're staying away from anything fried. Perhaps lifting some weights could help you. Your arms have a decent amount of muscle tone, but there is always room for improvement." She paused, thinking about what he had said. He had a point, as much as she didn't want to admit it. There was no way, she could listen to her own heartbeat. It was almost a cruel trick that nature played on doctors. Something they desperately wanted was so close, and yet miles away. She sighed, almost ready to concede when he spoke. His words held a lot of weight. It wasn't the tone. It wasn't the way he looked at her. It was the words. It was as if he somehow knew the combination to the lock within her mind. If it were possible, he could have heard the tumblers unlocking, the door opening, and the walls crumbling as her resolve was falling at her feet. The how began to fade quickly, as she began to realize that her own desires were going to be satisfied to some degree. The control that she held on to with both hands, as if her own life depended on it, was slipping from her. Normally that would have her in a frenzy, on edge, ready to explode and destroy anyone in her path. What was different this time was....the words.

She swallowed, the lump in her throat probably visible, before nodding to him in agreement. Moving swiftly, she made her way over to the door. One hand rested flush against the unwavering door while the other turned the metal lock. The click was undeniable, and she slowly closed her eyes, relishing the sound and the way that sound made her feel. The door was locked. The control slipped away from her faster now. Good. She welcomed it. It made her heartbeat rush. Tiny beads of sweat had already formed on her brow. As she approached the table, his gesture fresh in her mind, she turned and hoisted her body up to the table. Her feet dangled, unable to touch the floor. It had a positive effect on her. The sense of control slipping from her grasp grew stronger. It was as if she was free-falling in a sense. She loved it. "Alright," she told him, keeping her voice steady, knowing she wasn't where she needed to be yet. Her fingers were nimble as gathered the material at the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her hair fell slightly around her neck, as she had clasped into a ponytail. The rush of air touching forbidden skin, skin that clothing was designed to keep hidden from prying eyes, drew a slight shiver from her. "Alright then," she began, choosing her words carefully. "Will you please check my heart and lungs? Please. Sir."
 

xavierrol

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Joined
Aug 24, 2013
Location
Ohio
Who: Allen
When: June 19th 2046, early afternoon
Relevant: @AndNich123 as Judy

"Well that sounds interesting, my boy could use something like that." He suggested as he considered this spunky little doctor. He was nearly certain she was secretly looking to be put in her place, though one never knew until they made that first demand. But they way she kept poking him verbally, he found hard to believe this was how she treated all her patients, it had to be her way of flirting. He watched as she worked and talked, she got many of the best attributes of both her parents, though he might have liked a bit more in the chest department. In his experience though, flat chested girls tended to work harder, as if trying to make up for that insufficiency in some other way. Women weren't as obsessed with tit size the way men were with their dicks, but then dicks weren't on such obviously display as breasts on a daily basis.

But he had tested the waters with his suggestion to take of her shirt and the moment of truth had arrived. The way she stopped and considered then agreed, he knew she wasn't going to resist. He had cloaked his request with a thin veneer of reasonableness and practicality. Watching her walk to the door and lock it, he was convinced. "You look nervous." He observed as she walked back to him, noticing the slight sheen of perspiration on her brow in the comfortable but not overly warm exam room. Something about sitting on an exam table really made one feel helpless, no wonder doctors had such big egos. As her shirt rose, Allen's cock throbbed in his khaki pants, shirtless himself he approached her. He didn't even attempt to hide his obvious look at her now bra clad chest and upper body. But he didn't use the stethoscope just yet. He let it hang limp around his neck as his hands went to her knees. He looked back up into her eyes and spread them with just enough force to do the job. He then moved in close, between her thighs. His hands then went to her shoulders. "Sit up straight now." He instructed as he pushed her shoulders back. "Good posture is important, don't let your work wear you down."

Only when she was sitting as he desired did he slip the ear pieces into his ear and warm the bell again with his breath. He rubbed it in his palm as well and only when he was satisfied with its temperature did he place it at the outer swell of her right breast and listened. He then moved it across without fully lifting it clear of her, a light brush across her cleavage until he was just at the outer swell of her left breast. "Both atria sound good." He spoke with a certain knowledge, he had done this before. He then lifted the bell and lowered it below her breasts. He slipped a finger of his free hand under the bottom band of her bra and pulled it out slightly, slipping the bell just beneath, rubbing her under boob with the warm metal. He looked at her eyes as he listened, finally saying "the ventricles sound good too." Though he held his hand there a few more heartbeats for good measure before lowering it and releasing her bra.
 

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"Nervous," she questioned, raising her eyebrows. Pursing her lips, as if mulling over the words he had spoken, she eventually nodded slightly. "Maybe a little. It's been....far....too long....since I....," her voice trailed slightly before disappearing entirely. As if someone tapped her on the shoulder to gain her attention, to urge her along, she lifted her gaze to meet his. "Have been....examined. Doctors make the worst patients, or so they say." So they say. It was an interesting phrase really. Who exactly was 'they'? Was it just a generalized term describing most people? It had to be. Still, she found it curious.

He approached closer. His gaze was impossible to miss. She chalked it up to some sort of prep for what he was about to do. There was no way he was eyeing in any other way. He was married to Kat. There was no way someone like her could ever catch his eye or hold his attention. This was also a way to jab at her, to assert himself over her. He knew he had her over a barrel with the fact she could not perform this check on herself. Certainly, she could have walked someone else through the procedure, but he used the fact that he already the knowledge to gain a foothold. He wanted to show his massive brain as well. She had already had her fun, spouting off facts about her education, making jokes, and being in control. Perhaps he wasn't the sort of man that enjoyed that sort of thing. No. No. He couldn't be. He had to be....in control. He touched her knees, and as he parted them, she could feel her breath quicken. The lump in her throat was there once more. She quickly flashed her eyes away from him. She was certain the effect he was having on her was written there clearly. He would know if only he truly looked at her. Already the sweat had begun to appear. Her heart was beating faster, and now it was in her eyes. All it took was this touch, this simple gesture. I had been far too long. That she was not lying about. There was more to that statement than he knew. It had been far too long since other things had taken place for her. Again, if he truly looked at her, he might be able to figure that out. He spoke of posture, and her back straightened. That was a lesson she had already learned. Internally she scolded herself for forgetting. 'If he was around, I would easily be reminded,' she thought. She felt more exposed, more vulnerable than she had in a long time. Shirtless, legs parted, back straight, forcing her breasts out for his eyes to feast upon all began to have a clear effect on her. She could feel the flush in her face and as she felt the bell press against her skin, any resistance she may have harbored, hidden in the back of her mind, dissolved.

The knowledge was there. The touch was there. He knew what he was doing, in all ways. She was convinced of this. Her eyes were fixed upon his, and as he pulled her bra away from her skin, she couldn't help but gasp softly. Thoughts of him ripping it from her body, tossing it idly into the room, only for it to land in some obscure place for her to find later in her satisfied, spent state, after being ravaged flashed through her mind. "My lungs," she quickly rattled off in an attempt to hide the slightly flustered expression that she knew was plastered on her face. "Do you think I need to have those checked as well? My heart is strong. It can take anything and still pound....in my chest. I just wonder if a rigorous workout would have me panting, gasping for breath. We can't have that now, can we?"
 

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The more nervous Judy became, the more relaxed and confident Allen felt. One side of his mouth curled upward as she talked about it being too long and her tone suggesting she wasn't talking about having her heart listened to with a stethoscope. His grin erupted into a full smile as she tried to clarify it was about her exam. "We will just need to make sure it is a very good and thorough one then, won't we?" He continued the sexual innuendo as he took his time with her. He especially enjoyed how she could no longer meet his gaze after he spread her thighs apart, even if he touched nothing above her knees, the inherent opening of her legs was powerfully symbolic, just as he had intended it to be.

"Perhaps just a bit fast, is something...bothering you?" He buttered his words with a heavy dose of concern as if he were not merely 'playing' doctor. While his eyes lingered upon her bra covered breasts mostly, he did look up at her face enough to see if she was able to look at him yet. It was a simple and primal act of dominance, eye contact between predator and prey, and they seemed to have fallen into their respective roles almost naturally.

While he could easily make comparisons between Judy and his Kat, each having their own very fine points, but that was hardly of interest to him. In many ways, the single most alluring thing about Judy is simply that she didn't belong to him, at least not yet. She was forbidden fruit and that had always been attractive to him, almost irresistible. Her vulnerability was written plainly upon her face and in her body language. He could claim her, he was sure of it. He knew he wanted to claim her, after all what red blooded male wouldn't? But would he, today? He was as yet uncertain, sometimes it was best to enjoy the chase at least for a while. He could almost tell the moment she had surrendered to him, subtle but it was there.

Her gasp was priceless as he tugged at her bra, but then he finished and released her garment unharmed and still in place. "Oh yes, your lungs, we cannot forget those." But instead of moving around beside her, he instead reached around as if to embrace her. "Scoot forward here." He told her, still standing between her thighs and patting her behind with a couple of light swats. Coaxing her still clothed sex closer to his still clothed cock. It was a most, unusual examination position. "In and out now." He told her as he moved the bell of the stethoscope from side to side and worked his way down through all the lobes of her lungs. "In and out." He was whispering into her ear at this point, his warm breath caressing her.

"When is the last time you had a good, workout?" He asked as she talked about panting and gasping. His cock almost painfully hard now as her nearly topless form was so close to him. He backed away, letting her cool off just a little, letting her see he wasn't nearly as desperate as she was in the moment. Not that he wasn't interested, but he definitely maintained his control.
 

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Inside and out. She thought the words, but they didn't take life from her lips. Instead, they remind buried in the recesses of her mind, only living as a dark thought towards the man who was before her. She simply shook her head no at his question, as if she were a child before a parent or teacher, afraid they had done something wrong, before adding words. "No. Nothing is wrong. I'm..fine."Though she wasn't looking at him at this point, she closed her eyes tightly for a brief moment, silently admonishing herself for her own behavior. Hesitating? Why would she do that? She had never done that behind closed doors. Had it been that long? Clearly, it had been. She dared a quick glance towards his face, and her gaze flashed away towards the wall. He was looking at her, really looking at her. Suddenly she felt as though she didn't even have her bra on her chest, still covering her breasts. It felt as if she were bare to him. She knew better. She could see the material, feel it against her skin, and yet she felt bare inside. Again she dared a look, but this time was different. This time her eyes met his, locked in a gaze. It was a brief moment, for the moment she caught his gaze, she lowered her eyes. This was an act she had done many times before. This was an act she had first learned about with animals. Some animals take others by the throat to show dominance over them. Some take a less violent approach. Lowering ones' eyes is seen as an act of submission, and it was an act that came naturally for her behind closed doors. In that one simple act, the last vestiges of her control melted away.

Mentally she prepared for him to come around behind to check her lungs, even shifting slightly where she sat, but all of that came to halt when his arms swallowed her. She could feel the tremble. There was no need to hide, not that she could. The trembles became stark jolts as she felt his hand against her behind. "Yes," she said, the volume in her voice louder than she intended. "Certainly." It was a pathetic attempt at some sort of recovery from nearly yelling at him. It wasn't even the fact that she yelled at him that made her cheeks burn red. The word was dripping with her own excitement at what was happening. His touch was more than a swat guiding her forward. In her mind, it was far more than that. In her mind she was already imagining her standing by the exam table, both hands planted firmly on the table while she was bent slightly at the waist, counting off swats from him, for him. His words, his coaching for how to breathe, only fostered those thoughts. In and out, she breathed deeply for him, feeling his warm breath cascade over her ear. She longed to feel his lips touch her ear, to feel the warmth from his wet tongue licking along her earlobe before his teeth nipped at the soft skin there. She swallowed hard, her chest was rising and falling slightly with her breaths. Her hands balled into fists, a simple gesture she hoped he couldn't see. "It's been..a long..long.time. Too..long," she answered him just before he backed away. "No time really," she continued before clearing her throat. "I have my work," she told him, gesturing towards the desks in the room. "Plus there are the other residents that I have to check on. Plus I have my studies. I also have my own projects here. I do love to feel something I've grown in my own hands." She realized how that could have sounded to him. Her cheeks burned red again. Quickly she added, "So when a plant that I have taken care of since it was merely a seed is big enough to transplant, I get a bit excited." She knew not to move from the table. Instead, she did exactly what she knew was expected of her. The only thing different this time was the position. She wasn't seated on the floor, knees bent, behind resting on her heels, hands opened, palms up, one on each knee, with a lowered gaze. No. This time she was seat before him, legs still apart. The position really didn't matter that much. The position was something that was always dictated by whomever she was with. It was how they wanted her to be, and Allen clearly wanted her on the table with her knees parted. The thing that mattered was doing exactly as he wanted.
 

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She was delightfully obedient, no longer even trying to give the impression of a confident professional woman. She did what he told her, moved as he told her. It was almost a challenge to see if there was anything she wouldn't do for him. She could barely even look at him, let alone act as his equal, and it seemed to intensify since she had locked the door. He seduced many girls, though most were too young to have much serious sexual experience before him, but never had one exhibited such submissive tendencies as this brilliant young doctor. "Who trained you?" He asked, wondering if it was natural or if there was a master somewhere in her past, though he would probably hear about her medical mentors. How she would ever have the time for a master he could barely imagine. He had dabbled in the BDSM world with several of his affairs, but neither Natalie or Kat were classic submissives. The idea intrigued him, the role of Master certainly had some appeal to him, especially with someone as beautiful and eagerly submissive as Dr. Judy.

"And what grows in your hands?" He said with amusement as she probably said more than she meant. "You may find the seed about to be planted within you will need more than just a green thumb." His eyes lowered to her still spread thighs before looking back up at her to emphasize the seeds and garden he was thinking about at that moment. He noted with great interest and satisfaction that her thighs were still spread, right where he had positioned them, even if the supposed reason was no longer there.

He found a new clipboard with a blank chart and used it as an excuse to let her cool her heels for a few moments as he filled it out. Before she might get ideas about jumping down from the exam table, if she were indeed still capable of that sort of initiative, he looked up briefly from the clipboard. "Your breasts..." He stated, looking at the bra covered orbs before making eye contact once again, playing his little dominance game with her which she seemed to understand instinctively, if not deliberately. "...they aren't going to be just ornamental once we start breeding you." He loved how those last two words sounded as they hung in the air between them. She might be brilliant and well educated, but she was also a vessel to be filled and it was pleasurable to remind her of it, especially with her being such a driving force of the breeding program.

"Anyway, they should be examined. I'm sure you have been trained to do a self-exam, so do it now and I'll document it." He looked at her expectantly but before she could begin to remove her bra. "Wait." He stated, his voice stern and commanding. "I like to see the straps come off the shoulder first, then unclasp the back." He had made his first small step well outside of the rationale of this being an exam. He was instructing her to remove her bra in a way he found pleasing, and his tone was one that made clear that was exactly what he expected her to do. "Then you can examine your breasts, slowly and carefully."
 

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The question rang out, and her first instinct was to look up in shock. She couldn't believe he was asking. It was shining through, her training. Her instinct was wrong, and she knew that. This was not the time or place to act upon instincts. Still, what if he was asking about her medical training? She wasn't sure what training he was asking about. If she spoke of the other training, and it wasn't what he was asking about, then what would happen? Would everyone find out? Would he position as doctor be compromised? Could the project be compromised? What if he really was asking bout her medical training? She had already gone through that though. Her mind was whirlwind, not sure which way was up. "You already know about my training," she prattled off before she could stop the words. "I mean, we already talked about that."

She could feel his eyes. Though she couldn't see where he was looking, she was certain he was looking at her body. What else would he be looking at? Her research desks? The table, walls, floor, ceiling? No. His words, the tone that she detected, it all told her he was looking at her body. She dared not move a muscle. Her training had been well. At the club she spoke of, there were punishments to enforce the training and to say they left an impression was an understatement.

When he reached for the clipboard, she exhaled deeply, still keeping her knees apart. Until he instructed otherwise, until the door was unlocked and he was gone, this would be her behavior. It wasn't conditioned. She had not had this beaten into her at the club. She willingly allowed her own body, her own mind, to be opened to this and to accept it. She lifted her chin slightly, but only slightly, at the mention of her breasts. Moving quickly, her fingers stopped the clasps in hand at his words. She could feel the lump in her throat again. This did not feel like undressing for a doctor. This felt a bit more familiar, and yet she was nervous each and every time. In the back of her mind, she could hear music, softly playing. In another time, another place there would so much more to the room to add to the ambiance, but for here and now, this room with him would certainly do. She led with her left her, her less dominant hand. It was a simple act. It was on purpose. To lead with her right hand, her more dominant hand would have made her feel more in control, and that wasn't what she wanted to feel right now. She liked this uneasy tension. She liked the way he made her feel as though she was riding a roller coaster. Slowly climbing a hill, knowing the drop would be intense, wind rushing, making it difficult to breathe, it was all there, and she was seated firmly on her exam table. She slipped the strap slowly, with little effort, until it hung with no resistance. Taking in a deep breath, she allowed her right hand to wander and perform the same act. The strap sliding down her arm, as if having a mind of its own, ready to race down her arm and reveal her body to him. Arching her back slightly, her breasts were thrust forward, as she reached with both hands this time. Before it was a single hand that had reached behind her back before he stopped her. This time this act was done with just as much purpose as starting with her left hand. Her hands were behind her back. Her back was arched, pushing her body closer to him as if offering it up for his inspection. Thoughts of handcuffs and rope flinted through her mind. Her wrists could be bound this way ever so easily, and she would be even more helpless than she felt at this moment. Taking her time, she devoured the feeling of being at the whim of this man. Even as the material gave when the clasp was released, she still felt those feelings rushing through her. It was a feeling she could not drag out for too long, as much as she wished she could. Bringing her arms back around, the bra slipped from her body, and she tossed it to a nearby desk.

The rest of his command no longer loomed. It was here, and she knew what she was expected to do. Had the door been unlocked, she would have rationalized it as a medical procedure. She would have laid back, began the process, and told him what her findings were, treating this as she if were separate and apart from all of it. That was impossible now. She moved her body for the first time, positioning herself so she was resting comfortably on her back. Taking a deep breath, she placed her right hand above her head, allowing her arm to rest on the table. Her left arm came up and began to massage her breast. Her nipples were erect, and as much as anyone might have been able to dismiss that fact to something like the room being cold, she knew the truth. So did he. The skin felt different to her touch. It was the situation. Her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. Knowing he had the clipboard, she told him, "there are no masses present. There is no..pain as well. All good signs." She switched her arms and began to examine her other breast. As much as she wanted to, she dared not to look at him. Just once though, she wanted to see his eyes. She wanted to look into them just for one brief moment as her fingers touched her breast. Closer to her nipple her hand moved. That desire, that basic desire that any other time she could have acted upon easily, without hesitation, grew stronger and stronger until she could no longer contain it. Her eyes glanced over towards him, hoping to meet his and hoping not to as well. She had never been so torn about anything in her entire life, and she had never been so out of control as she was in this moment. "No masses," she stammered. "No pain. " Swallowing, knowing she should look away but unable to do so, she asked, "Is that to her liking..Sir?"
 

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Was that an evasion? He wondered to himself, his question, like much of his exam was couched in just enough vagueness that it was hard to argue she had dodged his question. To a large extent it didn't matter, he would not have known them anyway, he was much more likely to have crossed path with her medical trainers than her master, unless they had been one in the same. All that really mattered, at least to Allen in that moment, was that she did everything he had asked of her. Removing her bra in just the way he had demanded, now watching her lay down on the table and examine her breasts so carefully and deliberately. It was both clinical and erotic all at the same time, one so strongly enhancing the other. "Indeed." He said, letting her evasion, if that was what it was, go and be forgotten. He scribbled on the clipboard but his eyes were glued to her firm young breasts. Not as big as Kat's, but still well formed and such an exotic complexion.

"Yes, it is to my liking." He moved closer, placing his hand on her abdomen, almost exactly where her uterus would be at this point. "With the exception of your womb, those are the most important parts of your body to the survival of the human race." No mention of her medical knowledge or ability, just her reproductive organs. He was not a true believer in all of this, at least as far as his daughter and wife were concerned, but he was more than happy to encourage the breeding program when it came to this fine piece of ass laying on the exam table. "You do plan to breast feed don't you, I mean we don't exactly have much of an alternative here do we?" He watched her carefully and he noticed immediately when she did look at him. His eyes quickly found hers once more, boring into her as if intent on squashing any small act of defiance she might dare. Though as she finished her question with a clear and crisp 'Sir' he could tell it wasn't her intent to rebel at all.

"I think we have take this about as far as we can..." He reached up and gently tilted her face towards him to get her attention. "...with your pants on." With his fingers still on her chin he let his finger tips trace lightly downward along her throat, between her breasts, over her stomach. With one hand he began to undo the button of her pants and pull down her zipper. He looked back up at her, as if expecting her to protest or to resist. He would pause if she did either, but if she didn't, he would move to the end of the table and slowly remove each of her shoes and then her socks. Reaching up to remove her pants, she would soon be completely naked on the exam table, unless she tried to stop him or even give a small protest.
 

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His hands touched her skin, warm and inviting, making her want his touch to continue. She held her breath for a moment at his question. Locking eyes with him as those words left his lips was intense. "Yes Sir. I plan on breastfeeding." He was right after all. It wasn't like they had many choices. Still, she couldn't help but think of what it would feel like to have someone suckling her painfully erect nipples. Suckling them, softly pinching them, no so softly pinching them, teeth capturing the tender skin only to bite down just enough to.....

There was more than a pang of sadness as he mentioned going as far as they could. The words had ripped her from her thoughts. In her mind, she played out sitting up, getting dressed, the door unlocking, and roles settling back as they were before. It had ended all too fast, or had it? His touch, gentle yet commanding, demanded her attention, pulling her from her thoughts. She stiffened at his touch, at his eyes so focused on hers'. Further. He wanted to go further. Limits were clearly being tested, pushed even, as this exam unfolded. She knew he had to be aware of her training. Was he teasing her, playing some sort of cat and mouse game with her, toying with her emotions? He could. She would gladly play this game with him. In reality, it wasn't a game really. Those were just words, a choice phrase to describe what was happening here. In reality, she wasn't sure what exactly was happening here. All she knew for certain was that she liked it.

His touch lingered, carrying down the length of her body. Barely grazing the skin, but making enough contact to drive the hair on her arms to stand erect, forming tiny bumps, further exciting her. Did he have any clue what he was doing to her? He had to. He was an educated man. He was a man with experience. There was no way he was oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Good. She wanted him to know. To keep it to herself would be a secret she wasn't sure she could contain. As it was, she felt as though she would burst at the seams just having his fingertips breeze their way down her body, along her skin, taking her further along this journey they had started together the moment the door was locked. She never looked away. She didn't want to. To look away would have been a tragedy. To miss a single moment of his eyes staring into her own would have been a mistake of epic proportions. The zipper slipped down, and she remained strong in her resolve. He had turned her gaze towards him. There was some reason for that. There was something in her eyes he wanted to see, and she was not about to deny him that. Opening the flood gates, she let him see everything. Nothing was left to the dark corners where she normally hid away her desires. It was on display for him to see, to drink it in. He moved, and she wanted to protest. She trusted him. There was no reason that would make sense to most logical people as to why, but she did. Her eyes followed him. Maybe she should not have, but she was drawn to him, unable to resist the urge to watch his body move around the table and settle at her feet. As he began to remove her shoes, she could feel the surge of nervous excitement racing through her. It was delicious. For one brief moment, she wondered, 'what would Kat think?' It was a fleeting thought. It didn't matter. She banished it from her mind as she heard her shoes hitting the floor. Once again, her muscles stiffened as her socks were removed, revealing her bare feet. Her toes curled tightly before relaxing. She wanted to lift her head, to beg him to continue, but she could not. Was it pure adrenaline that kept her in place? Was it her training? 'Both,' her mind gripped the word out of existence. 'Yes. Both.' She could feel her bottom lip tremble slightly. She was far from cold. In fact, she was more on fire than she had ever been in her entire life. Soon enough, she was bare on the table, having moved her hips as if she were doing some sort of seductive dance on the table for him. It only furthered her condition, one that she was sure he would soon enough know for certain. There were certain ways a woman's body could betray her, revealing secrets her mouth may be able to hold. All in due time he would have all the answers, all the proof he needed to know, beyond any doubt, that she was indeed aroused by all of this, this cat and mouse game they were playing, this Dominant and submissive dynamic they were building.
 

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He nodded approvingly as she admitted her intent to breast feed. As if to reinforce her own musing, he removed her hands from her breasts, placing them to her side, and firmly pinched each nipple, one in each hand. Squeezing and rolling the firm and erect buds. "Are your nipples particularly sensitive?" He asked, keeping his voice as clinical as he could manage as he toyed with her. "It can be a rather intense experience as I recall from my first wife's time as a feeder. I have fond memories of assisting her with keeping things flowing." He explained as he released her nipples and massaged her breasts without any sense of impropriety, beginning to treat her body as if it belonged to him.

Not only did Judy not protest, she was complicit in her being stripped naked by helpfully raising her hips as Allen pulled her pants and panties down in one smooth and confident motion. He took a moment to admire her fit young body before deploying the stirrups in the exam table. "I think you know the position." He told her in a casual tone, no longer even considering the possibility of her refusing his demand. He stayed at the foot of the table, his eyes taking in her naked body and positioned so that no part of her would be hidden once she placed her feet into the stirrups.

"I don't know that I am competent to determine if you are structurally sound for child bearing, but I believe arousal is as good an indicator as any." He was very well positioned to assess her level of arousal, especially once she spread and raised her legs. His eyes frequently returned to hers and he sought them out at specific points, making and holding eye contact as he asserted his dominance over her. He watched her spread, noting the condition of her labia as she exposed them to his knowing gaze. Starring into her eyes he raised a hand to his mouth and licked his three middle fingers to moisten them. He then placed them directly over her clit, placing pressure on her sex and feeling her warmth. He rubbed slowly and firmly, letting her wetness mingle with his. "Using arousal as a proxy, I think you are quite ready." He told her as his rubbing began to take on a slow circular motion, still showing no signs of urgency or uncontrolled desire. Everything was slow and steady, measured and controlled.

"You will be setting the pairs, won't you?" He asked her. "I know you are saying it is scientific, but at the end of the day, you can make any pairs you want, can't you?" He gave no indication of how he might want to affect those pairings, at least not yet. Whether to keep himself with his own young and beautiful wife, or to expand his knowledge of another fertile female in the colony.

Without warning he withdrew his fingers, still with eye contact he sucked them clean, savoring the taste of her arousal as he walked to get her clipboard. "Is there something else you need of me to complete your exam, Dr. Robinson?"
 

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He moved her hand, as she were a marionette, posing her how he desired. She gave no resistance. Why would she? She enjoyed being under his control. Her mind was at ease. This....was easy. This....was a release. Without warning, he seized her nipple. She gasped, groaning at the manipulation. Her eyes widened as she gazed into his. "Yes," she squeaked. "They are..very..sensitive." Again she groaned softly as he massaged her breasts. "No..pain," she told him, wanting to make sure his mind was at ease that the sounds coming from her were not from discomfort.

For Judy, few things made her feel as vulnerable as being naked on an exam table. She had nightmares that started this way. Beyond the spotlight that was cast directly overhead, she could hear whispers, disapproving whispers, in the darkness. Faceless voices casting their opinions over her body, tearing her down, degrading her, until they began to dismantle her academic achievements as well. This was indeed the stuff of nightmares, and yet, as she lay naked on the table, it was the last thing on her mind. Her vulnerability now was that of his probing eyes. There was no faceless voices chatting away about her. There were no nameless people casting thoughts in the darkness. It was him, Allen, eyeing her, exploring her body all in the name of medicine. Well, at least that was how she kept her nerves settled as he touched her. She kept telling herself that over and over again. 'All in the name of sciene'. Of course, she hoped she was wrong.

She heard the stirrups click into place. It was a tell-tale sign that she had heard many times. Nothing could describe the feeling of being the one to deploy them and instruct a woman to take that position, knowing what you were about to do to her. As a woman, she had been in this position before. So she knew the thoughts that must have been running through the minds of the women she had performed this very exam on. Pushing any thoughts except for those pertaining to medicine was key in this situation, but here, there were such strong undertones of something else. Maybe it was all in her mind, but she knew the moment she parted her knees, there would be no secrets, no hiding anything from him, and that had her heart racing, that had her sliding down the table quickly, almost so much so that she feared he might find her too eager. Her feet found the stirrups a bit clumsily. Still, she found them and settled into her position. Her knees spread, and his eyes found hers'. There was no need for words. He knew. He already knew. How could he not? She felt no shame. There was a certain sense of pride in presenting yourself for him to see you this way. It let him know the effect he had on you. Her lips parted as she watched his fingers disappear into his mouth. The doctor inside of her wanted to tell him there were gloves, but the submissive, the woman, on the table wanted to feel his bare fingers touching her. She would be graced by pleasure no matter where he touched her, but the fact he took time to moisten his fingers had her excited even further. She took a deep breath and closed her parted lips. Expecting his fingers to slip inside of her, she was taken aback when she felt the pressure and the massaging begin. Her eyes closed slowly, softly, and she could feel her hips settling further. This was instinct. A moth will seek out a flame. She was seeking out pleasure. Her eyes opened and found his. She wanted to see into them as he touched her. Sealed lips opened once again as her breathing picked up. In her mind, she begged him to stop and to keep going. If he stopped, the feeling would end. If he kept going, she knew what would happen. He knew what would happen.

Her brow furrowed at his question. It seemed odd at this point to ask such a thing. Literally, it caught her off-guard. Logically it made sense for him to be paired with Kat. They were married. There was already a romantic attraction there. No taboo lines would be crossed. Not to mention the fact Kat was against the program in the first place. They had a history as well. Logically it made perfect sense for him to be paired with her. On the other hand, logic didn't exist. On the other hand, there were her own personal desires. Could she override logic in search of her own desires? "Yes. I decide..the pairs. Withdrawing and suckling the moisture from his fingers, she tensed, waiting to see what would happen next. Did he approve? Instead what came next surprised her once more. This man would certainly never be boring or predictable. It took her a moment to answer, as the events had her mind in a haze. "Yes," she told him, exhaling deeply. "I need..a sample..a sperm..sample. I need to see..how many..viable..sperm..you have. I need to do..a count..a sperm count." It was clear she was flustered, even though what she needed from him was the truth. "How would you..like..to uh..to go about..giving..it..to me..Sir?"
 

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He scribbled a few random notes on her chart, mentioning both her arousal and her submissive tendencies. Coupled with her fit young body, she was almost too good to be true, but then again these were strange times. His mind was racing with possibilities as he listened to her answers. He could tell his stepping away from her confused her, hell it kind of confused him considering what his natural inclinations were in this situation. But unrequited desire was a powerful thing and he was enjoying this power over her even if it was undeserved, unearned, but he would be sure to make good use of this gift. "That is a lot of responsibility, a lot of power over everyone here, maybe the whole human race." He loved the contrast of describing her power even as she lay naked and spread open for him. Seemingly powerless but in reality she was not bound in any way, it was her own submissive nature that held her as his captive, stronger than any chain or collar he could put on her.

Finally understanding the true extent of her submission, he set down the clipboard and while keeping his eye contact with her began to unbutton, unzip, and remove his own trousers and underwear. His arousal sprung free immediately, her affect on him unmistakable as his cock stood up and outward, bouncing with his every step and movement. He folded his pants and shorts neatly, taking his time and letting her see him if she wanted to watch.

"Yes, I'm familiar with a sperm count, very tedious and clinical." He told her as he returned between her legs, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, lifting and pulling her so that her bottom was right at the edge of the table. "Give me your hand." He said casually but with no doubt she would obey. He took the offered hand and guided it to her cock. "Don't grip it, just keep your hand flat, fingers straight." He instructed as he placed it on top of his cock with just enough pressure to press his cock against her clit. He began to give her slow thrusts, running the length of his cock along her swollen clit. Back and forth, he pulled his hand away, letting her use her hand to control how much pressure his cock placed upon her clit as he stroked slowly.

"I suppose you have some little cups for a sample, so you can put it under your microscope and start counting?" His eyes feasted upon her nakedness as he enjoyed the pleasure of her soft hand and her even softer clit sandwiching his meaty cock. "Or, if we could be certain you would be my assigned breeding partner, we could skip that boring step, couldn't we?" He lifted her hand with one hand, his other hand guided his cock down along her folds, he pressed it to her opening, teasing her with a slight circular motion of his cock head. Just the tip penetrating her before he pulled upward, forcing it to slip back out. He did it again, teasing and stretching her lips slightly, so close to driving his length home but then slipping back out. He then replaced her hand and slid along her clit once more, slowly stroking.

"What do you say? Put me down as your partner and we can start right now. You'll have your answer soon enough, without all that tedious counting." He massaged the muscles of her belly right above her uterus as he continued to rub his cock across her clit. "I'll give it to you the way nature intended, just put me down as your partner. I'll be back each day to give you another sample" He knew she would do it but he wanted to hear her say it.

"And Kat, give her someone young and attractive, she deserves it." He told her, seeming altruistic in his desire, but knowing Kat's anger would be mixed with guilt, especially if she enjoyed herself.
 
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