Linda’s Medical Nightmare

By the Bitchfinder General

Part One

For the next couple of days things went quiet. Michelle managed to control herself and behave properly both in class and in a counselling session she had with Linda. Hoping the troublesome student had learned her lesson, Linda relaxed.

Then her world was turned upside down. Under the terms of her contract while she remained on her three months probationary period she had to go through a monthly medical assessment. With her somewhat chequered job history the last thing she wanted was to fail her medical!

Her medical was due to take place at 6 o’clock. She raced off to the doctor’s office, hoping she wouldn’t be late. He’d already warned her on her first visit that being even a minute late meant automatic failure.

This was the second time that Linda had been forced to have a medical with Dr. Stevens, the university GP, and she wasn’t looking forward to it at all. He had insisted right from the start that she should strip fully naked and had kept her that way throughout the examination. Linda was fully convinced that the bastard was a lecherous perve who was enjoying the view far too much for her nudity to be down to strictly medical reasons!

A nervous Linda knocked on the doctor’s door and saw him at his desk, writing something down. He waved her outside angrily and kept her waiting for a full half an hour. Linda thought angrily that he had made enough fuss about HER not being late but when it suited him he was happy enough to keep her waiting!

Finally he shouted from inside the office.

‘Get a move on, girl! Come inside at once!’

Linda, controlling her anger, walked inside the office. Exactly as on the previous occasion she had seen him, there was only one chair in the room, and he was sitting on it. She had to stand up before him while she made her introductions.

‘Linda Marshall here, Dr. Stevens,’ she said. ‘It’s my monthly medical.’

‘Ah yes, Linda,’ he smiled. ‘Well, if you’d left it any longer before seeing me it would have been too late, wouldn’t it? Anyway, at least you’re here now! Oh, and by the way, this time we won’t just be putting you through a standard medical examination like we did before. I want to run a range of new tests on you for a more in-depth evaluation.’

‘Was there a problem last time, Dr.?’ Linda asked anxiously.

‘That’s confidential information,’ he smiled. ‘I don’t have to tell you what’s in your medical records or the results of any tests I carry out. All you need to know is that I want to perform some more tests on you. Do you understand, Linda?’

‘Yes, Dr.’

Linda shut up then, knowing that the last thing she wanted to do was to upset the bloke. Her relationship with him was already difficult enough.

Then the door opened and, to her astonishment, Linda saw her nemesis Michelle Simpson enter.

‘Ah, Michelle, so good of you to help me,’ said the doctor. ‘I’m really pleased that you volunteered to assist me in this particular series of experiments as part of your work experience programme.’

God no, not HER, thought Linda. Just my luck to get HER ‘helping out’ with whatever degenerate stuff he’s got lined up for me!

Linda was just about to protest when the door was flung open again with terrific force and through it came an older woman that Linda immediately realised must be the problem girl’s mother. She glared at Linda in a cold fury.

‘Who are you?’ asked Dr. Stevens, surprised.

‘Is that the bitch?’ the woman asked Michelle.

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‘Yes, that’s her,’ the young girl answered.

‘So you’re the arrogant cunt who’s been giving my daughter a hard time, are you? Linda Marshall, right? I’ll sort YOU out good and proper!’

Linda, infuriated by her rudeness and aggression, was just about to reply in kind when the doctor intervened.

‘Who are you?’ he repeated.

‘I’m Nadia Simpson and this is my daughter Michelle,’ the woman said. ‘This bimbo has been making my daughter’s life a fucking misery for the last month. I’ve come here to talk to her about it.’

Even though Linda was 5’ 11’ tall, Mrs. Simpson, who stood at 6ft 2 inches, towered over Linda. She was feeling thoroughly intimidated by the woman and her aggressive manner and she made a last attempt to get out of a possible confrontation.

‘Look, if you wouldn’t mind waiting until I’ve seen the doctor we could talk things over then,’ she suggested.

‘Don’t piss me about, bitch,’ she shouted. ‘You can fucking see me NOW!’

Linda turned to the doctor, hoping she could persuade him to postpone her examination.

‘Could you possibly wait half an hour and see me then?’ she asked meekly.

‘No chance,’ said the doctor, ‘I’ve got an important private client to see later on so if I don’t see you now I won’t be able to see you at all. And these new tests I want to run are absolutely crucial to your forthcoming assessment.’

Oh shit, thought Linda. It’s starting again! If I don’t have the medical I’ll lose my job, but this bitch won’t let me make another appointment with her and her daughter!

‘I might have a solution,’ Dr. Stevens smiled. ‘I have to examine Linda now and you have to talk to her now. Well, you stay here and talk while I examine her.’

Linda stared at him in disbelief. Surely he wasn’t going to deliberately humiliate her in front of the two women? Or was he? Michelle and her Mum gazed at each other with smiles of triumph on both their faces.

‘I’ve got no objections,’ Mrs. Simpson said, a cold grin on her face.

‘But you can’t examine me in front of – in front of her!’ Linda said.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, girl, why ever not? I’m the only man in the room, after all. Just talk to her while I give you your examination. I’m sure she won’t would mind.’

‘I don’t mind at all, doctor,’ said Michelle’s mother with an evil grin.

‘In fact, I can even give you some help if you need any.’

‘Ah, an excellent idea,’ he smiled. ‘That would be very kind of you. In fact, in view of the nature of the tests I will run, it would be better if you DID help me out. Of course Michelle is helping me anyway as part of her work experience project but it would be greatly appreciated if you helped out as well.’

Linda stared at the three of them in a state of shock. She was, not for the first time, in a completely impossible position. Under the terms of her contract, she had to have a monthly medical, but she was very unhappy about being forced to have it in front of the most disruptive of all her ‘clients’ and her equally obnoxious mother!

‘Would you mind please waiting outside till he’s finished?’ Linda begged the older woman. ‘It won’t take long, I promise.’

‘No fucking chance!’ Mrs. Simpson shouted at her. ‘It’s bad enough that a bimbo like you has been picking on my daughter without telling me you’re too fucking busy to see me. Anyhow, the Doctor has already asked us to help him so tough shit!’

‘That is true, Linda,’ said Dr. Stevens. ‘I did agree that she could stay and help out while I examine you. Actually, it would be a big help to me if they DID help with your testing.’

‘Oh, all right,’ Linda sighed. ‘Let’s get it over with.’

‘Excellent!’ he beamed. ‘Now take your clothes off, Linda.’

A furious Linda began to take off her skirt. She laid it carefully on the doctor’s desk, following up by removing her blouse. Her tights and shoes soon joined them and she stood before the three of them wearing just her bra and knickers. For a brief moment she hoped forlornly that she might get away with that but a stern glance from Dr. Stevens told her to carry on stripping. She took off her bra and placed it on the desk, then, as the last act of humiliation, removed her knickers.

She was now standing naked before the doctor, a student and her mother. Previous experience had taught Linda that there was no point in trying to cover herself up so she just let her arms hang loosely at her sides as the three of them all stared at her in obvious appreciation of her naked body.

‘She’s a pretty horny fucking slut,’ laughed Michelle’s Mum. ‘I bet that cunt of hers has seen a LOT of action in its time!’

Linda glared impotently at the ridicule being directed her way. She was tempted to answer back but when she saw the doctor laughing heartily at the comment as well as the mother and daughter she realised that it would only result in further humiliation for her. What a bunch of scumbags, she thought sourly. A perving quack, a delinquent daughter and a psycho bitch for a mother! That’s like the unholy trinity or something. Oh God, wonder what these new tests the fucking perve wants to make me go through are?