Jen wanted very much to ignore the fact that she was both sore and absolutely dripping with wetness from that hook. He wasn't about to let her, of course. After removing Amber from her hook and dumping her on the floor, he lifted Jen off and laid her on her back (very uncomfortably, as her bound limbs were still behind her) on a high table with a hard, cold surface. Then he pulled out a speculum.
Jen's eyes went wide as he spread her lips with his fingers; she tried to wriggle away, but there was nowhere to go.
"Forgive me if I don't warm these up," he smirked, "but I don't really care if you're comfortable."
She gasped as he pushed the cold metal lips inside her and spread them wide, clicking them open with some kind of ratchet mechanism. Going to the gynecologist had never been like t
