Free Drilled by the Doctor: A Medical Humiliating Exhibitionist First Time Menage by Kinsey Grey Page B

He paused on me.
    "We all know what we’re here for tonight," Straker said. "Private Smith’s mouth can't seem to stay shut. She's a problem, and that means the team is a problem. And I will not have problems in my Army."
    His voice boomed through the space. His body occupied ten times its physical space. He was a furious bull, all muscle and drive. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking?
    My pussy lips swelled with so much hot masculine heat in the room. Thankfully no one would see the growing excitement between my legs. I whipped my eyes back facing forward, afraid Straker had seen them stray. Fear clawed at my belly.
    Fear of Straker.
    Terror of what the squad chose for me.
    Straker marched down to my bunk and crisply turned to face me. I stared straightforward at his chest. What would that chest feel like on top of me? Bearing me down? A tingle skittered across the damp skin between my legs.
    "Private Smith, have you agreed to accept the punishment decided upon by the squad?"
    I wanted to scream in his face. Tell him to lick my cunt. But part of me wanted that anyway. I wasn't about to show weakness in front of these losers.
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good", he said.
    He turned away and held his hand flat by his waist.
    "Squad! I want a stack of mattresses here! Five high!"
    The assholes in my squad jumped to do his bidding. In seconds, a neat, uniform pile of five mattresses sat in the aisle between the bunks. Of course, they put O'Malley's at the top. That fat ass flattened his mattress in a week. It was paper-thin and all coils.
    Assholes.
      "Squad! Circle up!"
    They scrambled and formed a circle around us. Straker watched them with an uncharacteristic smile.  
    "Private Smith, disrobe."
    What? Was he serious? I wasn't going to get naked in front of these ignoramuses. They ogled my ass enough already. I knew the minute they saw me naked I’d be the focus of every jerk off fantasy for months. And the women would pick me apart. Make jokes if my thighs jiggled a little too much. Be jealous about my large breasts.
    "Don't make me repeat myself, Private Smith."
    It wasn't a request.
    His words whipped me. No one gave a verbal lashing like Dr. Straker. My pussy tingled. I guess it was thinking the same thing. I took a deep breath and undid the buttons on my shirt. I bent over to unlace my boots. I moved slow and uncertain, partly because this was all so unreal. Partly because moving slow meant maybe it would never happen.
    "Do not drag your ass on my time, Private Smith!" Straker yelled in my face. The force in his voice almost knocked me over. My squad mates snickered.
    Assholes.
    I cranked it up a gear. Tore my boots off. Got my shirt and undershirt off and tugged my pants down in less than a minute. I snapped back to attention, now in bra and panties.
    It was humiliating. To be the only one undressed. To have them all looking at me. Even though I knew I was sexy. Even though I knew my body deserved their attention.
    I hated that it was on their terms, not mine.
    "Do you have shit stuck in your ears, Private Smith?"
    My body flinched like I'd been whipped. My heart jumped in my chest.
    "No, sir."
    "Then why are you ignoring a direct command to disrobe?"
    "Sir?"
    "Unless I am just learning the English language, disrobe means to take your clothes off. And unless I am just learning to see, there are clothes on your body."
    He wanted me to get naked?
    My pale skin burned pink. A queasy ache squirmed in my belly.
    With everyone watching?

CHAPTER THREE

    Straker's eyes were hot and unforgiving. His meaning was clear. If I didn't do this, I was out of the Army for good.
    "Sorry, sir," I said.
    I unclasped my bra and let it fall from my arms. I tugged my panties to my ankles and kicked them off. I came back to attention. I felt their eyes on me. On my exposed skin.
    I held my legs together trying to hide what little I could. I fought to keep my arms by my side, to keep from covering myself.
    Straker took a step toward me. His eyes