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in her heels. It was useless. They were far too strong, and she was far too weak. In the end, all she could do was scream and wail as they lifted her up onto the examining table and strapped her down, with her feet secured in the cold metal stirrups and her arms trapped up over her head. By then even screaming was too much for her. All Giancarla could do was cry and plead.
    “Easy, easy,” the lab-coated man crooned to her as he stroked her hair. “I speak English good. I not hurt you,” he wagged a finger at her. “I not hurt you. You scared now, like animal in trap. Is okay. You will learn.” He chuckled as he turned to a nearby table strewn with shiny metal implements. He selected a speculum and held it up for Giancarla to see before he put it down and pulled on a pair of surgical gloves.
    “Doctor,” he said, tapping his chest. Then he tapped Giancarla’s chest. “Animal,” he said. Giancarla whimpered and watched helplessly as he went and stood between her raised and parted legs. He smiled down at her. His teeth were as white as his lab coat. Giancarla thought that he looked vaguely East Indian.
    “You are animal now,” he said. “Scared, wild little animal. We train you here. Soon you no be wild.” He paused. “Maybe you still be scared, though. No worry. I just examine you now, see if you healthy.” He put his gloved hands on her knees and slid them slowly up along her inner thighs. All Giancarla could do was squirm and whimper.
    “You have very pretty pussy,” the ‘doctor’ grinned. “Nice and pink.” He reached forward, his hands closing on her breasts. He squeezed and fondled them. His touch made her shudder.
    “Nice big titties, too,” the doctor went on. “And real! Even better! Nice dark nipples.” He pinched one, making her yelp. “Very good!” he beamed.
    Now his hands slid down along Giancarla’s waist and belly. She had a fit of dry heaves, gagging and convulsing on the examining table. It didn’t help that the ‘twins’ were watching it all with undisguised interest, making comments to each other and grinning like wolves.
    “Good thing we not feed you yet, eh?” the doctor chuckled. “Empty belly make you weak, but now you no puke.” His hands caressed her hips. He was standing close enough to her now that she could feel the warmth of his body. She had another fit of dry heaves.
    “You good, healthy, young,” the doctor went on happily. “But this,” he shook his head as his fingers trailed through Giancarla’s pubic thatch. She had kept it neatly trimmed, a stripe no more than two inches wide of curly, dark brown hairs. “This no good. We fix, eh?”
    “Please…” Giancarla moaned weakly. The back of her throat felt as if she had swallowed battery acid. “Please, no.”
    The doctor slapped her thigh hard enough for it to sting.
    “You animal now,” he wagged his finger at her again. “Nice, pretty animal, but still wild. You must learn quiet.” He nodded towards one of the ‘twins’, who promptly came over and clamped his hand over her mouth. Giancarla closed her eyes. She didn’t even try to bite him. Now she was feeling weak and dizzy as well as sick to her stomach.
    “Good,” the doctor nodded. “See? We train. You learn.” Giancarla could only moan weakly behind the hand over her mouth. A moment later her eyes flew open and she squealed as she felt the doctor’s fingers on her pretty pussy, spreading her open. His thumb brushed up and down against her clitoris. She tried to buck him off, but her legs were secured by straps at her ankles and just above and below her knees. All she could move was her torso and that not much.
    “Bad animal,” the doctor said. He gave her belly an open-handed slap, and she subsided. He signaled the other man, who came over quickly. There was a wide strap fastened on one side of the examination table, level with Giancarla’s waist. When he buckled it tightly on the opposite side of the table it held her down even