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to escape him, he lifted her legs high in the air, exposing her backside and her pussy. With his free hand, he landed three firm spanks on her bottom. She cried out and ceased most of her struggling, but he continued on until he’d delivered over a dozen heavy swats, wanting to make an impression. He paused, but kept a hand on her ass. “Are you going to cooperate with the doctor, young lady? Or do I need to spank you longer and harder?”
    “Pl-please stop.” She sniffled and peered between him and the doctor, her face flushing. “I promise I’ll get ba-back into position and co-cooperate.”
    Hunter released her, but remained close while she placed her feet back into the stirrups and scooted her bottom to the edge of the table. Satisfied that she was under control, he backed away to give the doctor room to work.
    The doctor sat on the stool and rolled himself between Becca’s legs, then immediately parted her ass cheeks to reveal her dark pink pucker. Her legs trembled and she kept her eyes closed. After trickling lubrication atop her private hole, he pressed one gloved finger into her, working his way in slowly. “Everything feels fine. She’s very tight though, and she keeps clenching down on me. I suspect she enjoys this sort of penetration. With the proper training, you will be able to claim her here. Ah, look at that. Her pussy is becoming moist again.” He began pumping and in out of her pucker, and Hunter stared breathlessly at the slickness gathering between her spread pussy lips. She was indeed becoming aroused by this treatment, and goddammit, so was Hunter. His cock throbbed and he ached to possess her right here in this room.
    Finally, the doctor withdrew from her bottom and disposed of his gloves. As he donned a new pair, he eyed Becca’s center with interest.
    “For the final part of the exam, I will be inspecting her vagina and checking to ensure she’s capable of having an orgasm. You don’t want a bride who won’t respond to your attentions. Not when there’s a prison full of women to pick from. If you don’t find her satisfactory, you will of course be permitted to select another female, Officer Makin. It’s not unheard of for a woman to fail the medical exam.”
    Hunter shook his head. Even if the doctor couldn’t make her come, he would take Becca to the chapel. She would come for him, over and over again, he was sure of it. He would take his time teasing her, sucking on her nipples while she squirmed and pleaded, and then he would work his way down her body until his tongue darted over her slick folds. He would circle her clit, lapping at it until it became engorged and she cried out in frustration and begged him to let her come.
    The doctor once again rolled himself between Becca’s legs. He urged her thighs farther apart, and Hunter stared unblinkingly at the vision she presented with her bare pussy spread wide open, all the slick pinkness within offered to the doctor as he inserted a speculum into her channel. She balled her hands into fists and took fast breaths, her eyes still closed.
    “Her clit is already extremely swollen. That’s another good sign,” the doctor said, his tone of clinical detachment surprising Hunter. Of course the doctor probably saw the women as nothing more than prisoners, nameless women undeserving of any comfort or sympathy.
    Hunter was a bastard for enjoying watching Becca endure this torment, but he was so enthralled by the spectacle that he couldn’t blink, let alone avert his eyes or protest the exam. He continually told himself the exam was required and this wasn’t his fault, that he shouldn’t feel guilty she had to suffer through this shameful experience. Surely this wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to her in the prison.
    The doctor mumbled to himself and shined a light into her stretched pink hole. After a few minutes of inspecting her while she shuddered, and Hunter suspected, used all her self-control to remain in position, the