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                            Daddy's Slave
                                Part 3

For two weeks my "training" continued. I learned the feel of each of the
whips my father kept in the rack on the wall. Sometimes my punishment
would be delivered in his little discipline chamber, sometimes it would
be as simple as being bent over the arm of the couch. I was continually
surprised at how aroused I was with each episode.

I was also becoming accustomed to being naked in front of my father. He'd
probed and examined me so many times I no longer fought being "on display".
I didn't relish it but I had to admit that I was turned on at being
under his will. He knew exactly how to use a situation to his best
advantage, too. When my father would have me spread wide open on the
dining room table or his bed, he'd have me hold my pussy lips open and
would watch me from a chair for quite a long time, accentuating my
feeling of being under his control.

I didn't realize that he was ready to up the ante until one morning
he came in as usual, but instead of taking the thermometer from me,
he told me to put on some clothes, we were going on a little trip.
Any relief I might've felt from escaping the morning ritual was quickly
replaced by apprehension about where we were going and what would
happen there. We drove into a part of town I wasn't familiar with
and stopped at a doctor's office. My heart started pounding and then
I remembered, "It's Saturday, Daddy. They wouldn't be open."

"They're open for what we came here for, honey," he said, smiling. We
walked through the parking lot and my father knocked on the door. A
young woman in traditional nurses' dress opened the door and smiled.
"Mr. Conklin! We've been expecting you. Everything's all ready." She
smiled at me and gestured me into the waiting room. "Miss Conklin,
please come with me." I looked at my father. "Go with her, Debra,"
he said firmly.

I followed the woman into an examination room. She closed the door
behind me and picked up a hospital gown off the counter. "Take off
your clothes and put this on. I'll wait," she said, smiling.

I slowly removed my clothes while she watched with interest. "You have
nice breasts," she said. "They'll like that."

"W-what are they going to do?" I asked.

"You'll see."

I started tying the gown at the top and she stopped me. "Don't bother."
She opened the door and led me out and down the hall. "Right in here and
up on the examination table."

I entered the room where two men besides my father were standing in
the traditional lab coats. My father was standing a little ways away
with a video camera in his hand. My heart sunk. "Daddy, you're not
going to..."

"Up on the table, young woman," one man ordered. He was in his late 50's
and had an air of authority that seemed used to not being questioned.
I looked at my father again but walked over to the and climbed up.
"Good, let's check your heart and lungs first." My father began video
taping as the first man pulled my gown down over my shoulders, exposing
my breasts. My nipples were erect from the cool air in the room and he
pinched one before reaching for his stethescope. This man must've been
a real doctor because he listened to my heart and lungs with the
assurance of someone who does it every day. "Your heart is beating
pretty fast. We'd better do a more thorough exam. Please just try to
relax. This will all go easier if you relax. Now, turn over and lie
on your stomach, please." Then he turned to the man next to him who'd
been silent and just watching the whole time. "Bill, now it's your
turn. This young lady needs to have her temperature taken. Please do
this while I prepare for the rest of the exam."

Bill was a balding man of about 45, only a little taller than I was.
He was obviously nervous but was looking forward to his task. He moved
to the side of the examination table as I slowly moved to my stomach,
my ass totally exposed. He moved between me and my father, who was
still taping every move and my father yelled at him to move. He quickly
remembered his "mark" and moved to the other side of the examination
table. He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled them open, ostensibly to
take a look at where he was going to put the thermometer. I turned
my head away from the camera, totally humiliated, which caused my
father to order, "Turn back toward me, Debra. It ruins the effect if
I can't see your face." Bill had put on rubber gloves during this
exchange and with no warning had started pushing a finger of K-Y
into my anus. I gasped and squirmed under him, protesting a little.
"Don't put up with that from our patient, Dr. Booth," my father said.
Immediately a rubber gloved hand slapped my ass twice. "Hold still
and let me work on you, young lady," he ordered and the finger started
working itself into my ass again. As soon as I'd been lubed, he
inserted the thermometer and began working it in wide circles in my
butt.

The nurse came back into the room and stood on the same side of the
table with "Dr. Booth." She watched for a moment and then said, "Doctor,
do you think you have that in her rectum firmly enough?" "Perhaps not,
nurse. Thank you for pointing that out." He pulled the thermometer
out and reinserted it, deeper and harder. When I squirmed on the table
again, I was again slapped and the thermometer was removed. "I think
we'd get a better reading if you were on your knees. Get on your hands
and knees with your arms and your head down on the table," he ordered.
My father moved down to the end of the table, evidently to get a better
view of the procedure. I did as I was told, with my ass up in the air
at an obscene angle. He inserted the thermometer hard again and twirled
it in my ass.

Within a couple of minutes, the real doctor (or at least I assumed he
was real) re-entered the room with a small cart, attached to which was
a long arm with an enema bag attached. "How's our patient doing?" Bill
told him that I wasn't totally cooperative, but that my temperature
appeared to be slightly elevated. "Well, perhaps this enema will help."
The thermometer was removed and I was told to climb off the table and
lean over it, bending at the waist. I could see over my shoulder that
the nurse had also put on rubber gloves and was applying more K-Y to
the enema tip. "This is going to be a little uncomfortable. Just try
to relax," she said, and roughly pushed the tip of the enma tube into
my ass. "Mmmmmm...not a good insertion, let me try that again," she
said, pleasantly. She slowly pulled it out and reinserted it, a little
more gently this time. The two "doctors" watched as she loosened the
clamp on the tube and water began flowing into my ass. I stood as
still as I could, waiting until they had finished, imagining what I
must look like in that video tape, with the tube coming out of my
ass. "I'm not going to give them any more of a show than I can help,"
I thought.

After what felt like an eternity, the water stopped flowing and the
nurse started running a hand up and down my back. "Now just hold still,
honey," she murmured. "Just wait."

"Please," I begged. "Let me go. Please."

"Just wait," she cooed. "We wouldn't want to have to do this again."

"Please. I'll do anything."

"Doctor?" she asked.

"Alright. Let her go." I rushed into the bathroom, followed by the
nurse who kept the door open while I relieved myself. After I cleaned
myself up, totally humilated, I went back into the examination room.

"Back up on the table. We haven't finished your examination yet." The
tape was still running and my father was smiling.

I crawled back on the table, staring down at my legs. The first
doctor pulled out the stirrups and my heart sunk. It was going to be
*that* kind of exam. "Now, lean back, Ms. Conklin," said the nurse, as
she started pushing me onto my back. Scoot up the table a little and
put your heels on the table for now, knees bent. They'll do your
breast exam first." She pulled my gown back down to my waist and
tweeked my nipples a little with her fingers. "Now, Dr. Booth," the
real doctor said to his "apprentice", "you need to learn to do this
exam as well. The first thing we're going to do is measure her nipples."
My father moved closer, the camera on my breasts. The doctor pinched
my left nipple fairly hard and then put what looked like a little
metal clasp on it. It didn't pinch hard, but hard enough. "Mmmmm...
note that on her chart, nurse. Now, Dr. Booth, you try it." Bill
leaned over me, pinched my other nipple hard and attached the clamp
which he evidently let go of because it clamped down hard. I yelped
and he pulled it back off. "Normal feeling in the patient's nipples,"
the doctor reported. He then directed Bill in doing a complete breast
exam which Bill seemed to do with relish.

"Stop the tape," he said, urgently. "If I don't cum I'm going to
explode in my pants. I want to take her now."

"You can't wait, Bill?" my father asked, putting the camera down. "I
want to tape you taking her, too, but it doesn't really fit into the
story at this point."

"Then edit the tape," said Bill. He was already rubbing his cock
through his pants.

The real doctor stepped in and said, "Wait while we set her up for
the pelvic exam, then. It'll just take a second." Bill evidently
could wait that long and my father started taping again while and
I was instructed to move my butt down to the end of the table, and
put my feet in the stirrups with my legs spread wide. The nurse put
a sort of tent over my stomach which shielded my view of the end
of the table. My father moved down to the end of the table and I
could feel a lubed finger sliding into my vagina and wiggling around.
After that was removed another lubed finger slid awkwardly into my
ass. It was Bill again. "Now doctor," said the real doctor, "you're
going to have to feel around in there pretty thoroughly to do a good
exam. Just relax, young lady."

I could see the nurse unzipping Bills pants and taking his cock out,
and my father moved in closer to my pussy. Bill positioned himself
in front of my vagina and I could feel the head of his cock poised
at the entrace. He put his hands on my stomach as if he was doing a
real abdominal exam and said, "This won't hurt a bit, little lady.
Lay back and enjoy it." With that he thrust into me all the way,
making me gasp. "The first time my fingers go in will be the worst,"
he said, with mock reassurance. With that he bagan pistoning in and
out of me, fucking me hard. There was nothing I could do but lay there
and wait for him to finish, which he did very quickly, pounding against
me and then grasping my hips. Eventually he slid out and I could see
him putting his cock back in his pants.

"Nurse, clean the patient up so we can continue with the exam," the
real doctor said.  The nurse cleaned up my pussy with a towel and then
pushed some sort of tube in me and warm water began flowing into my
vagina. That was cleaned up and the doctor moved between my legs
again. He started massaging my clit and sticking a finger into my
vagina. I didn't want to respond, but felt myself getting aroused
despite myself. He was rubbing my clit in long hard circles and
slid a lubed finger back into my ass. I moaned and said, "No, please...
No." My father chuckled and the doctor increased his speed, pistoning
his finger in and out of my ass. "She's very responsive, Doctor," the
nurse said, with a smirk on her face. "Yes, she's got very good sexual
responses. Are you timing this, Nurse?" he asked. "Yes, I've got the
stopwatch running," she answered.

The finger came out of my ass and two fingers of the doctor's one hand
moved in and out of my vagina while a thumb continued massaging my
clit. Despite myself I started moving my hips up against his hand,
pressing harder. When a third finger slid into my vagina I came hard,
my vagina spasming around his fingers. "Note the amount of time that
took, Nurse."

He cleaned off his fingers with a towel, removed the shield from my
stomach and held out a hand, pulling me to my feet. "Time for you to
return the favor, young lady."

"Wh...?" I said, confused. This didn't fit with any fantasy I had of
doctors offices, even this perverted one.

"I know it's not standard, but if you're going to get your doctor
this hot...and you've gotten your satisfaction...it's your turn to
do some giving." With that his hands went to my shoulders and he started
pushing me down to my knees firmly. "Just settle on down there and take
my cock out very gently." I knew this part of the routine from daily
practice. I unzipped his pants and took his cock out of his shorts.
"Now, suck it really nice. The better job you do, the sooner it'll
be over." I licked the length of his shaft, letting the tip of my
tongue lick him until I got to the head. I opened my mouth, felt his
hands on the top of my head, pulling me onto his cock and sucked while
he pistoned his hips back and forth, fucking my face. It wasn't long
before he came, hard, in my mouth, and I swallowed, knowing from my
father what was expected. Out of habit I looked down at the floor and
whispered, "Thank you."

Before we went home, my father took me, too, and one of the other men
videotaped it while they watched. On the way home my father said, "I
enjoyed sharing you. We'll do that again."

                          (To be continued.)

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