A Simple Case of Hysteria

Yhivi walks into the exam room already shaking. Doctor Graves runs through the intake questions then straps the girl down. Arms pinned. Feet locked in the stirrups. Legs pried apart. Bare cunt exposed under the bright light. Elise checks every inch. She tugs the clitoral hood, parts the outer lips, spreads Yhivi wide and tells her the pussy looks pretty. Lubricated fingers circle the clit and Yhivi’s hips jerk. One slick finger pushes inside. Then the Hitachi lands on the swollen nub. Yhivi moans, twists, and suddenly sprays hot squirt across the doctor’s glove. A cold steel speculum slides in next. Elise cranks it open, lets the vibrator work again. Yhivi shudders, comes, and drenches the table. When the speculum slides free, the Wartenberg wheel takes its place. Tiny spikes roll over wet thighs, raw pussy, tight belly, and hard nipples. Full breast exam follows, all business until the girl is panting. Leather straps tighten across Yhivi’s body. Elise strips off her coat, fastens a thick strap-on between her legs, and slicks it with lube. She drives in hard. Every thrust makes Yhivi squirt again. A metal spreader wedges the patient’s mouth open; tight nipple clamps bite down. The vibrator returns, the fucking never stops, and Yhivi comes in broken, screaming waves, soaking everything. Electricity finishes the exam. The violet wand crackles over clamped nipples, swollen labia, and exposed clit. Each spark makes Yhivi buck. Elise climbs up, sits on the girl’s face, grinds while she keeps the vibrator running. Both women shake, shout, and drench the table one last time. Hysteria cured.