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 <i>Where am I?</i> she wondered groggily.  She had just woekn up as if from
a deep sleep - the last thing she could remember was going to bed, what was
it, last night?  She had slipped off her clothes, climbed into bed,
enjoying the feeling of fresh clean sheets against her body, read for a
bit, then shut off the light.  The last thing she could remember was
snuggling down into her pillow.  And now she was here.

   <i>But where is here?</i> she asked herself.  <I>And what am I doing
like this?</i> Because she was still as naked as when she had gone to bed -
whenever - except for that she wasn't between nice clean sheets but was on
her hands and knees with her knees spread far enough apart that she felt a
slight breeze glide past her exposed pussy lips.  She shivered
involuntarily, then tried to put her knees together.  It was then that she
realized that her ankles, knees, wrists and shoulders were held onto the
platform, table or whatever it was by soft cuffs.  <i>Oh, shit...</i>

   All sorts of possibilities started whizzing through her head.  She'd
been kidnapped and was about to be raped.  She was in the hospital for some
weird illness.  She was somewhere to be tested on.  They were going to rape
her and kill her.  <i>No!</i> she told herself fiercely.  <i>Don't panic if
you don't even know what's happening: stay strong!  Just wait!</I>

   The room she was in gave few hints - it was a room resembling that of a
doctor's office, but with dimmer lights in the ceiling, turned down low. 
There was a leather stool; a metal chest of drawers, all closed; a number
of implements on top of the drawers, none of which she recognized and last
of all, she noticed a camera.  She only noticed it by twisting herself
totally around and just barely could see it out of the corner of her eye.
As far as she could tell, it was pointed directly at her.  She noticed that
her nipples were cold, where they were in contact with the paper covering
of the table that she was kneeling on.

   It was extremely difficult to look anywhere except sideways, as her head
was forced down on a pillow by the two restraints looped around both of her
shoulders.  It didn't take her long to look around the room - at what she
could see of it - before she had exhausted that possibility of distracting
herself.  Thankfully, before she could start dwelling on her situation, a
door on her blind side opened.  Being very still, she heard two pairs of
shoes walking towards her from the door, the few steps that it was.  The
footsteps halted when she was able to see two pairs of white trouwsers and
two white labcoats.

   The one of the two addressed her without bending down.  She couldn't see
his face.  "Good day," he greeted her.  "I am Dr.  Weiss and this is Doctor
Bruhma.  We are here to perform a number of tests on you.  If you
cooperate, we will release you this evening.  If you do not-" Here he
paused for a moment, then continued smoothly, "I am sure we will be able to
rectify the situation." His voice was completely neutral.

   The other man, whom she assumed must be Dr.  Bahra chimed in.  He had a
slightly higher, nasal voice and she was sure he was looking at her exposed
parts.  "I would not suggest asking all too many questions if I were you,
perhaps speaking as little as possible is also advisable." At his tone a
shiver went through her body; that was advice she was planning on taking.

   "All set?" asked Dr.  Weiss, bringing his head down to where she could
see it, He had very warm brown eyes.

   Those eyes were what gave her the heart to asked, "What are you going to
do to me?"

   His mouth tightened and the neutral tone was back as he said, "Tests."
Suddenly she did not dare to ask any other questions.  She did feel even
more bare.

   Again, she heard the door on her blind side open, accompanied by one
pair of shoes, and a numble of clicks.  She went cold at the idea.  Dog toe
nails.

   "Beginning experiment Alternative Delights, patient number 10323, dog
number 3," she heard Dr.  Bahra say.  Then she shrieked.

   The dog, German Shepherd from what she could see, had just put its cold
nose into her wide open slit.  Still standing by her head, Dr.  Weiss
warned her, "Stay quiet - or we will make sure you are quiet." It was
enough to make her small whimpers at the humiliation of being naked on a
table with at three people in the room and a dog shoving its nose wherever
it wanted shush to a very lone tone.

   The dog was obviously enjoying itself.  First it nudged its nose into
the area most accesible, her vagina.  The cold of its nose made her jump
every time until it warmed up to her own body temperature.  She could feel
the whiskers and short hairs of the muzzle prickling her.  She tried to
jerk away, but was held firmly in place by her fetters.  Dr.  Bahra, still
standing by her rear, put a possessive hand on her ass, which didn't
distract the dog what so ever.

   Within moments the dog was tired of her vagina and started snuffling
elsewhere.  First a long lick, from the top of her ass all the way down to
where her pubic hair started, then again, both times over her clit.  She
moaned in distress as her body reacted to the wide flat tongue that managed
to touch her everywhere at once by producing lubricant - the dog's target
was once again her vagina as it tried to roll its tongue up inside her to
get at the tasty juices.  And every time the tongue came out, it went
straight over her clit, driving her nuts.

   "Please, stop!" she cried out in a soft voice.

   "Why?" asked Dr.  Bahra.  "Doesn't it feel good?"

   She was too ashamed to admit that yes, it did feel good.  She was on the
brink of an orgasm, the way that tongue just kept searching out new places.
Now it was on her ass, and she felt a tiny bit of tooth as the dog scraped
at it, sending a shiver through her entire body.

   "It's ok," said Dr.  Weiss in that comforting voice again.  "It's ok to
enjoy it."

   Just as she said that, the tongue slid over her clit again, and again,
and again until it felt like she was going to burst.  And then she did,
sagging down onto the table with glazed eyes.  She heard the scratching of
a pen from Dr.  Bahra.  Dr.  Weiss started stroking her hair ever so
gently. "It'll be fine.  Just relax and enjoy it, it's the best way." He
told her quietly.  At that point she could do much else than follow his
adivce.

   In the mean time, the dog was once again attacking her vagina, obviously
enjoying the taste of her cum.  But now the tongue that also was rubbing
her clit was hurting it.  She'd never been more than a one-cum-a-go person,
except for once in a while when she got lucky.  "Please," she asked softly.
"Give me a short break.  It hurts." Dr.  Weiss looked sympathetic, Dr. 
Bahra simply said, "It's part of the tests." and continued writing.

   The dog continued mercilessly and the pain was building inside her body.
Her hands were starting to clench and her teeth were locked together in an
effort not to cry out.  But curiously enough, as it continued to build,
pleasure also started to build up with it.

   When it appeared at the dog might be starting to lose interest, the
muzzle was pushed away briefly, in which she acted for the tongue to
return, and a finger slipped something dry and slightly crumbly up her
vagina, which the dog wanted to have at all costs.  It was slipping its
tongue up into her, deep, and tried to curl it around the treat.  Often
enough the teeth would touch her sensitive nub, but she was now so far over
the edge that it felt wonderful, an extra added bit of thrill.  She could
just imagine herself, on all fours with a dog's snout half way up her
vagina and the thought just made her hotter.