“With all the trouble the Libido League gets into, I’m afraid that your annual normal checkup will need to be much more in-depth than you’re used to,” Panacea said in the reasonable, slightly apologetic way that you would expect from any medical professional. “I’m sure you understand.”
“Of course,” said Argent. “You’re the team’s doctor. We trust you with our bodies.”
“Excellent. Why don’t you get undressed so we can get started …” Panacea said. “… with the examination, of course.”
An hour later, Argent had lost track of her orgasms somewhere in the thirties. Her flesh was a plaything in Panacea’s grasp. The doctor’s hands flooded Argent’s body with pleasure, flooded her mind with bliss. flooded her soul with obedience. This wasn’t the examination she had expected, but as her back arched in another explosive orgasm, Argent knew she could never refuce Panacea anything ever again.
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