Dr. Natiass, stern and authoritative, calls in two luscious teens for a 'routine' examination. Their eyes widen as he produces a glistening, latex-clad finger, promising to 'check' their hymens. The girls, shaven and shy, spread their legs, their tight virginal openings quivering. The doctor's thick digit probes, stretching their hymens, as he grunts approval. He adds another finger, thrusting deeper, until the teens gasp, their hymens stretching to breaking point. Suddenly, he withdraws, leaving them breathless and deflowered.