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Sure let’s go, I’m gonna request latex breathplay medfet with Wafarin and Poncirus, sexy medical stress test

oh GOD this got absolutely filthy. latex/medfet/breathplay/electro-stim ahead

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We should do this in the most controlled environment possible. Your interesting relationship with Lady Luck is enough to give me pause.

Poncirus thinks back on Warfarin's initial comments as she lays back in the examination chair and tries to relax.

She's not worried-things always work out. She's just gotten used to the fact that her life has some pretty steep ups and downs, and that if she could just bear with the downs, the heights she'd reach would make it worth it in the end.

And she's in the most capable set of hands she knows-what else could it be but the best kind of luck that during a routine check-up, Warfarin had heard her heart rate pick up through the stethoscope the moment their eyes happened to meet?

She's smart, she's a complete knock-out, and she's a little bit naughty.

What a perfect woman.

"The suit looks good on you."

Poncirus isn't so sure it can be called a 'suit'. It's closer to a bathing suit if anything, with how little it covers or leaves to the imagination, but the way the shiny black latex leotard tapers between her legs and stretches tight over her chest, cinching into a closed-neck design at her throat-

It feels...sexy, having all that skin on display, just for her.

"Arms over your head, and you'll find a bar behind your headrest. Pick a way to hold it that will be comfortable for an extended period of time, because you're not going to be able to move after I set the restraints."

"Y-Yes, I found it. I'm all set-!"

Her voice wavers. She's still reeling with the shock of what Warfarin has so casually explained, still working through the layers of arousal that each new instruction has ignited in her.

So when Warfarin's eyes crinkle as she smiles from behind her mask and reaches behind her head, closing the pair of cold metal irons around her wrists, she can't help the whimper budding in her throat from finally escaping.

"How does that feel? Why don't you try to wiggle a little, make sure nothing's pinching you yet?"

Yet.

All Poncirus can do is squeeze her hands around the bar and subtly wiggle her elbows from where they're folded up overhead beside her ears.

"A-All good, Miss Warfarin."

"A little familiar, hm?"

"S-Sorry, doctor."

"I suppose I can let it slide once, since you're being such a compliant patient." Poncirus feels the praise melt into her brain as Warfarin slides a hand beneath one of her knees. "Now keep up that good attitude for me while we get your legs into position. Lift them into the stirrups, if you please. I'll assist you."

With Warfarin's help, Poncirus positions her legs into the stirrups. It's a little more challenging than she expects it to be, with her arms bound behind her head, but she manages. Like with her wrists, Warfarin closes the metal restraints around her ankles, and begins adjusting the width of the stirrups.

"Let me know if the stretch is too tight for you. I'll need a complete view of your body for the examination, but I'll try to be accommodating where I can."

"Mm...hhm..." Poncirus mumbles distantly as Warfarin's clinical wording stirs the heat rapidly pooling in her stomach. Her doctor is clearly taking a few liberties; she spreads her legs so wide that she can't help but blush clear to her shoulders.

I can't move my body anymore. She can...she can do whatever she wants, touch me however she wants-

The snap of Warfarin's latex gloves being adjusted around her pretty wrists jolts Poncirus from her thoughts.

"I'm going to take your vitals before we get started. Just relax and think about whatever you want while I do the initial examination."

Warfarin's hands are small. She takes her pulse in two places: under her throat, then at her wrist, before pulling out a pen and scribbling something down on her clipboard. It all feels so normal. She slides her stethoscope into place over her heart, her movements careful and measured. Poncirus closes her eyes as Warfarin listens, and she's so zoned out that she only sluggishly returns to semi-consciousness as Warfarin's gloved fingers stretch their way under the latex covering one of her breasts.

"We'll do some basic screening. Breathe normally for me."

Poncirus tries. She's really trying, but Warfarin's fingers press and squeeze one breast, then the other with such scrutiny that it's impossible not to feel embarrassed. When she withdraws her fingers from beneath the tight latex, she's panting. A depressor pushes down on her tongue, and Poncirus blearily opens her eyes in time to see Warfarin clicking on a pen light.

"Say 'aah'."

"A-Aaahhh..."

Ever since being fully restrained, the pace of the session has changed. Warfarin touches her with less and less inhibition. Everything feels like it's happening so fast, with less warning.

But she knows Warfarin knows what she's doing. She knows that no matter what she's endured outside of this room, Warfarin is in complete control of her in this moment. She knows she can let go.

Her mouth is empty again. More scribbling.

"Your breathing is a little strained. I'm going to have to take your temperature, so be prepared to feel a little pressure."

Pressure? Poncirus wonders what she means, but it's answered before she can verbalize the thought. The curve of her bodysuit that reaches its apex between her legs is pulled aside with a finger, and she feels her arousal stretching between it and her body as it moves.

There's no time to feel embarrassed. A cold, metal instrument probes the tight ring of muscle below her drenched pussy with a few cautious pushes before sinking inside of her rectum.

"A-Aaahhh-" She groans, feels herself squeezing tight around it.

"You don't need to say 'aah' anymore, but I appreciate the enthusiasm." Her voice is so serious that for a moment, Poncirus forgets this isn't a normal exam. Warfarin shifts the thermometer inside of her subtly, glancing up to look her directly in the eyes. "I'm going to need you to focus on relaxing this hole for me, or it's going to interfere with the reading."

"Mmhhffh..." Poncirus keeps trying. She lets herself adjust to it, tries not to flinch when Warfarin moves it around, and most of all, tries not to think about how she's dripping down all over her doctor's fingers. Finally, it slides out of her, and she can hear Warfarin writing something down again, setting her stethoscope aside with a sigh.

"You're running a little warm, but within normal limits. However, I'd still like to run a more comprehensive exam, if you're open to some slightly more invasive treatment."

"Y...Yes, doctor." She swallows thickly, meaning to say more, but Warfarin has a handful of cords in her hand, each capped with a small pad about one inch in diameter, and she's already begun attaching them to her body.

Warfarin's hands move with practiced precision, affixing them symmetrically over the top of her suit along her chest, beneath her breasts, her stomach, the inside and outside of her thighs. Then she goes back and puts one each at the deepest point of her underarms, and pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating, before finally adding one each to the soles of Poncirus' bare feet.

"Alright. Like we discussed earlier, this part of the experiment gets a little rough. So I'll administer your inhalational anesthetic very slowly." Warfarin takes a mask with two valves attached to it from the exam table beside Poncirus' seat and gently begins to settle it over her face. "It's going to form a complete seal over your mouth and nose, but this tube attached to it here is going to oxygenate the space during the diffusion of the tubocurarine compound that will relax your respiratory muscles. You won't be able to breathe on your own, but I will have your vitals on-screen the entire time, and I will manually take responsibility for your respiration with the adjustments made to this device. You won't need to think about anything else. This other valve will regulate administration of the tetraethylammonium compound that will counteract the tubocurarine when the session is nearing completion. For safety's sake, we will make this session very short so we can establish an understanding of your limitations." She finishes fastening the mask, settling the straps into place. "Nod if you're ready, or shake your head if you've got second thoughts."

Poncirus looks up at her from over the mask and nods. Even under the cold, clinical lights, Warfarin looks like a goddess.

Even more so when a huge smile dimples her delicate features at her assent.

"Good. I'm activating the anesthetic."

Poncirus watches, for as long as she can stay conscious, as Warfarin's eyes never leave the monitor. Her body starts to feel heavy, and even the restless shifts she'd done in place on the exam chair settle into complete stillness. She can't breathe. She doesn't know when it happened, but it glimpses across her awareness, like a flash before she's about to die.

Oxygen whistles through the tubes, and she's floating through consciousness, in and out. Her chest aches, and she can't feel or see anything that's happening to her body until she hears a faint click.

The pads attached to her skin are...tingling. They wake her muscles just enough for her to realize she's being dosed on stimulation, until her consciousness drifts into focus long enough to realize that the feeling is literal electricity, penetrating deep, pulling her into spasms at Warfarin's every whim.

Oh, please-

She's lucid enough to beg silently as it shoots through her feet, down her sensitive underarms, through her breasts and thighs and stomach.

She feels a certain pressure building inside, but it seems that every time it's about to release, her muscles lose all their tension and the moment disappears as her eyes fall closed again.

It's impossible to tell how much time is passing-but finally, she feels her body waking up as a whole. She can finally struggle, can finally squirm, and as the light returns to her dimmed eyes she can feel each dose of electricity crawling through her, racing through her-

Her entire body squeezes up at once, and it's at that moment she realizes that her pussy is wrapped around Warfarin's gloved fingers, pumping her so deeply that she can hear herself, slick and squelching against them. She doesn't know how long Warfarin has been edging her, been inside of her, and it just makes her cum even harder, rocking her over and over again as it gushes out over her fingers and splatters the plastic sheets covering the ground.

"W-Waahhh-"

She tries to call her name, but ends up sobbing through a compounded orgasm instead, closing tight around Warfarin's fingers.

"Easy. You're okay. I'm going to detach everything from you and let you out of your restraints, but you don't have to do anything. I'll be right here while you come to. I'm going to recline your chair and watch your vitals, so just rest your body. You did amazing."

Poncirus nods, whimpering as Warfarin slowly slides her fingers out. The last thing she recalls before falling asleep is the sound of gloves being peeled off and discarded, and the sensation of a gentle touch under her eye, wiping away moisture.

...

When Poncirus wakes up, her hands are folded over her stomach. There's a blanket on top of her, and a heavy x-ray apron draped over the top of it. She smiles. Warfarin knows she likes the pressure.

"So..." Warfarin swivels in her chair away from her desk, rolls close to Poncirus with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "...What do you think?"

Poncirus answers without hesitation.

"I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

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