Cuckoo

Part Three: A medical examination

"Come in!"

Amanda peeped round the corner of the door and then entered the surgery with hesitant little steps which betrayed her uncertainty. She'd never visited the doctor's room before. In fact she hadn't even realised that the company provided this level of medical support service for its staff. 'Most companies have a private health plan for their workers,' Sir Peter had explained to her. 'But we believe in a more personal approach. We have the resources to do it and we like to think our employees are looked after properly.'

"Ah Miss Jenkins. I've been expecting you. Please take a seat. This is just routine you know. Nothing to worry about."

Doctor Patricia Stebbings was a severe looking woman in her early forties. She was tall and angular and she wore her chestnut brown hair in a tight bun secured with tortoiseshell hairpins. Amanda ventured a nervous little social smile but the doctor ignored her having already turned to study her notes. The patient sat on the blue plastic seat in front of the desk. Her skirt rode just above her knees and she smoothed it down then ran her left hand through her hair. The doctor didn't even glance up for a full couple of minutes leaving Amanda to wait until a touch of anxiety had built up.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about your general state of health" she began. In the interview which followed Patricia Stebbings quizzed Amanda very thoroughly. It was an opportunity to identify any problems which might prevent her from serving her employer and his wife in the intimate way they had in mind. At first the questions were straightforward enough but gradually Patricia began to move on to more private and personal subjects. Did she have a boyfriend? How often did they have sex? What type of contraception did they use? Amanda flushed and became increasingly embarrassed. The doctor had to be quite stern with her when it came to questions about her experiences with oral and anal sex. But in the end she told the older woman everything she wanted to know and the answers were most satisfactory. Subject to the physical and psychological tests to follow Patricia was happy that Amanda would make an excellent host.

"According to your records you haven't had a tetanus booster for five years. It's about time you had a repeat injection", Patricia said at last. She reached for a brown glass bottle and filled a small syringe.

"Oh. Yes. Right", Amanda said, relieved to be on more conventional medical grounds. Somehow the way the doctor spoke she almost made Amanda feel guilty for not keeping her inoculation up to date. But this was no ordinary inoculation.

"Take your jacket off and roll your sleeve up!", the doctor said with brusque efficiency. Amanda had no real opportunity to object even if she'd wanted to. There was a sharp little stinging pain as the needle was plunged into her bare left shoulder and the transparent fluid injected cleanly into her bloodstream.

"That takes care of that", the doctor said. "Now, I need to examine your eyes."

One corner of the room was screened from the rest by a thick black curtain running on a head high metal rail. Behind the curtain there was a small suite of optical instruments, a metal high chair and the standard eye chart. Amanda was ushered into the chair and a telescopic arm folded out in front of her. The lights were darkened and Patricia commenced the eye 'test'. This was the start of an important process, which if all went well, would eventually lead to Amanda's complete subjugation. Unbeknownst to the hapless young woman the lenses and illuminated screens were part of an elaborate mechanism to focus her mind on short subliminal messages, intermittently flashed across her field of view at a frequency higher than conscious perception.

'I need this job'

'It's good to obey'

'I must never offend my boss'

'My boss is always right'

'I'm scared to disobey my boss'

'I mustn't lose this job'

The drug, which was coursing through her system, helped to break down any resistance to these messages. After the doctor had put her through a variety of seemingly standard tests she shone a light into Amanda's eyes and was pleased to see that from the way her pupils dilated she was now ready for the next stage - a little test of obedience.

"I'd like to check your breasts for lumps now", she said. "It's a routine examination as a precaution to monitor for signs of cancer. Take your blouse and bra off please."

The patient complied and soon Ms Stebbings had the warm mass of Amanda's sensitive mammary tissue captured between her thin cold fingers. The blonde gave a little gasp of surprise at the contact and a shiver of involuntary reaction made her whole body momentarily more sensitive to the doctor's touch. Then she settled down like a skittish filly accepting the bite of the reins. Now the doctor began to systematically massage Amanda's breasts, establishing a rhythmic pattern of manipulation, which was too clinical to be exactly sexual, and yet which was somehow subtly stimulating. Each of her milk glands was lifted carefully in turn, softly squeezed and stretched to the edge of pain. Then the doctor slowly moved her grip upwards, pulling the flesh through alternately relaxing and tightening fingers until she reached the nipple which was treated to a final hard pinch before the breast was released. A little whimper of protest from the patient only made Ms Stebbings smile. She bent her head to Amanda's ear and began to whisper.

'Shhh. You're quite relaxed now. There's nothing to worry about. This is all routine. You're feeling calm - very calm and safe with me. In fact you like this don't you? It's very relaxing to be examined this way - very reassuring. Reassuring to let me take control. That's what you want, isn't it? Someone to take control so you don't have to worry. Yes that's what you want. And what you need.'

And as she continued with these soothing words Ms Stebbings reinforced the process begun with the injection and the subliminal messages, inducing a state of light hypnosis in which Amanda was rendered increasingly suggestible. After ten minutes of this it was time for something different.

"Take off your skirt and shoes please."

Amanda meekly complied and was soon down to her white cotton panties and flesh tone pantyhose. By now she was feeling light headed, confused and ready to take orders from any authoritative source. Even so, this examination had to proceed with an inner logic which could withstand her inevitable later confused recollections and doubts.

"I'm going to take your blood pressure and then I want to examine your heart rate. We need to see how fit you are so I'll be putting you through a little work out and then checking your heart rate again", Patricia said. A cloth collar was quickly fastened around the patient's wrist and her blood pressure recorded in the usual way. But now Amanda was led to a motorised treadmill in the corner of the office. A paired loop of metal steps set out of phase with one another could be made to rotate so that the patient was obliged to climb a logical ladder in order to stay in place. The action of stepping up on to the plates tested the muscles of the thighs, legs and buttocks and as an exercise machine it had one major advantage over a traditional rowing or cycling machine. The pace could be varied by an external operator enforcing a degree of control that was normally the province of the subject of the exercise.

Patricia switched off the main office lights leaving only a white heated spot light to focus on Amanda's excursions. Wearing only the thin nylon of her hosiery she made a most erotic sight. Her breasts bounced intriguingly as she fought to keep pace with the treadmill and soon a light sweat broke out on her forehead. Patricia increased the speed to make Amanda work harder. She knew that the exercise was helping to pump her drug all the faster through the young woman's bloodstream. The doctor let her work for ten minutes before she stopped the machine and led the heavily breathing girl over to an examination couch. It was time to reinforce all the conditioning by burning it into the girl's brain with something powerful - something like her own uncontrolled pleasure.

"Up you get and lie down please" she was ordered. Her blood pressure was taken again and as her heart rate began to slow and a gentle lethargy spread through her system, the doctor put her arm under the small of Amanda's back and urged her to raise her bottom. Her tights and panties were now eased down her hips to expose her loins. The patient was in a light daze and made no complaint.

"I need to test your response to a little light stimulation", the doctor explained as her fingers now opened up the flower of Amanda's sex making the young woman gasp in surprise.

"N… not there", she managed in a hoarse whisper.

"Now don't be childish", the doctor told her sternly. "This is an important medical examination. There's no need to get all squeamish like a silly school girl is there?"

"Oh. No. No."

It was hard to tell whether Amanda was agreeing or disagreeing but the assertive doctor took her soft voiced response for acquiescence. From the top pocket of her white coat she produced a wickedly curved and ribbed black plastic dildo. Amanda's eyes opened wide, her pupils dilated and her heart rate started accelerating again.

"This instrument will need moistening before we can begin", Patricia Stebbings said. "Open your mouth please and give it a good suck, there's a good girl."

When Amanda hesitated the doctor went so far as to pinch her nose, at which point the confused young blonde obligingly parted her lips and allowed the medical 'instrument' to be inserted over her tongue. The doctor smiled in grim satisfaction, her fingers returning to the patient's vagina and teasing the fleshy lips apart as she sought out her clitoris. This produced a squirm of the hips and a gurgle of protest that served only to help to lubricate the dildo.

"Now let's slip this inside you shall we?" the doctor said, removing the dildo from Amanda's mouth and easing it into her sex in one fluid motion.

"Hands down!" she ordered, raising her voice when the blonde made a half-hearted show of resistance. And Amanda was quick to comply, rendered docile and submissive by the drugs the doctor had given her and the cumulative effects of her hypnotic treatment under the eye inspection.

Patricia started to work the dildo in and out of the defenceless young woman, making Amanda gasp and wriggle. There was no doubt about her arousal. She'd been cunningly manipulated into an unavoidable sexual response.

"Quite a little goer aren't you?" the doctor said in a tone of light amusement and mockery that suddenly made Amanda feel thoroughly ashamed of herself. She blushed violently but was unable to prevent herself from responding powerfully to the black plastic tool that was probing her so intimately. Her fate as a freethinking young woman was now in the balance. If she surrendered to her desires her brain would be stamped with the patterns she'd been absorbing. Patterns which would start to transform her into a helpless thrall. For a few long seconds it was as if the naked blonde sensed these things and unconsciously fought against them. Then it was too late.

"Time to bring you off".

With a merciless and accurate technique, the doctor twisted the dildo deep into Amanda's body. The victim had no chance. She'd been clinically and coolly controlled and now she behaved with all the predictability of a medical appliance. She climaxed. Long and hard.

The first important stage in the subjugation of Miss Amanda Jenkins was complete.