The Doctor is in.

A year since her last appointment and Sicilia's back on the table. This isn't your average checkup. The Doctor tends to Master's property. She tests each slave's body like a lock she intends to pick—breasts first, nipples pinched and measured for response, pain thresholds mapped with gloved fingers, then the slick proof of arousal measured between spread thighs. Sicilia's weakness is medical play and every beep of the monitor, every cold press of steel makes her throb. Last time she swore she wouldn't come. She came anyway. Now she's back sooner than the charts allow. The Doctor lifts one dark eyebrow, then straps the blonde down tighter. New game: fill every hole at once. A machine hums to life against her ass, fingers slick with lube press in beside the steel, a thick dildo stretches her cunt while another works her throat. Sicilia shakes, wrists cuffed above her head, big tits flushed and marked. She tries to hold on, fails, and the Doctor smiles—reward time. A final, deeper thrust of gloved fingers in her ass drags a broken moan from her, permission to let go completely.