You come into the picture, you have me, who's a young virgin with no ejeculation ever in my life, strapped down to the gyno chair, so that I can't escape. You tell me it's time for my exam, and that I won't escape you again. You start to put on your gloves, and as you do that I squirm to free myself, and you tell me to calm down and relax, that everything is gonna be fine. You put on your stethoscope, tell me to breath in and out. Then you tell me to open wide and say aaaah. Then you look down at me with a serious look, you start touching while saying this looking very serious. I squirm as your begin touch my nipples for stimulation, and you tell me to not relax and not worry. You keep stroking my body, and eventually you come to the conclusion that the only option is an unwanted but needed milking. So you tell me that I have to milked here and now. You grab a mask, and as you do that I'm squirming again. You stretch the mask, and tell me that all is going to be fine, and you put it on. You start the stroking me, and I squirm and protest. You tell me that I'm sick and that I'm finally getting what I need. I keep squirming and protest, and you keep saying things to neglect my struggle. As orgasm is getting closer, you begin touching my nipples. I plead you to stop, that I don't want to, and you tell me that I do want it, that I need it. Then it finally happens. Procedure successful