A Shocking Way To Treat Potheads - Maria Santos - Part 1 of 2

Re-Edited, Re-Mastered, Re-Released February 2021

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Now 100% Uncut With Consent Scenes + Behind The Scenes Added At The Start and End Of Movie

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Maria is an EXCLUSIVE model! She ONLY filmed for Doctor Tampa! This film was made in 2015 and lost until 2021…

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#SocialAwarenessPorn - This movie is based on a misguided belief that you can make someone do something they don't want to do. The government and religious groups have tried to cure addiction through barbaric means such as "shock therapy" on patients. Therapy works on someone who wants to change but is otherwise punishment to someone who does not want to change their ways. End the jailing of addicts and spend the money on making treatment available should addicts want to seek treatment. Cages do not cure addiction.

Maria lays on the exam table, ankle cuffed, handcuffed, and secured to an exam table fully clothed. Slowly, she wakes up, not knowing where she is, or why she has a mask over her face. She can see that she's in a doctor's office and tries to free herself from her bonds while she calls for a nurse.

After a few minutes of struggling, Maria finally frees her handcuffs from the tether holding them above her head. As she continues taking off her restraints, Doctor Tampa walks in. 

Maria demands to know why she is tied up in a doctor's office. The doctor informs Maria that she was arrested yesterday. "I did partake a little, but I wasn't driving," she says. 

"You weren't driving, but you did have some green on you, so you were arrested. You were also spitting at the guards last night, which is why they had to put that mask over you," the doctor says, helping fill in the blanks of her night. 

"They were trying to fill me up, so I was just defending myself," she exclaims. "That's a serious allegation," says the doctor, clicking on his penlight, holding Maria's head back. Looking into her eyes, he tells her, "It looks like the cannabis has worn off..."

"I didn't even smoke," replies Maria. "That's not what your narcotic test showed, they swabbed your mouth, and it tested positive." the doctor states.

"That's not mine, and it shouldn't be mine. Can you just help me out? You're a doctor, aren't you supposed to help me or something?" she pleads.

"That's what I'm here for, I'm here to help you, I'm here to treat you," says the doctor. "Did they explain to you what is going to happen here today? You're going to start your 30 days of rehab in this facility, and at the end of 30 days, if I'm convinced that you truly want to be cannabis-free, you will be released."

"I am narcotic-free!" insists Maria.

"I don't think you're cannabis-free. Your narcotic test says differently," replies the doctor. 

"Okay, well, can I at least call my lawyer," she asks.

"I know you've already had that opportunity, and it's come and gone. If you didn't call your lawyer yesterday, that's your fault. Your treatment orders said that you exercised your right to a speedy trial. That means you've always been before a judge, have been tried, and have been sentenced." explains the doctor.

'No, that's a lie. Can you please help me get out," screams Maria as the doctor undoes her restraints. Having her stand up, he releases her from keeping her arms above her head. 

"You're not going to go anywhere on me right," he asks. "Because you already tried to escape once. It was a good thing I came in when I did!"

"Noooooo," protests Maria, as the doctor spins her around, making her face the wall. "How's your vision," he asks, beginning to perform a vision test. He covers one of her eyes and asks her to read off a few different lines, and repeats the test on the other eye. Maria struggles to read each line, evident that she can't see well without her glasses.

Having finished her eye exam, the doctor asks if she received a cavity search the day before when she was booked in jail. "I did, I'm sure I did, I don't know, can I just get out and just leave?" she replies.

"You're sure you did? Because you don't sound too sure to me as to what the events yesterday were," says the doctor, snapping on a black pair of gloves as Maria tries not to make eye contact.

"Well, I'm sure I did. Can you just let me out," she asks. "When the guard searched you last night did they find any narcotics," inquires the doctor.

"No, obviously not, there's nothing in me," retorts Maria. "It was probably just the driver; I was partaking, so obviously, I wasn't driving. So obviously I don't know who or what he had on him," says Maria, trying to remember what happened, reaching for the right words to explain herself.

"So you don't remember if you got a cavity search or not," asks the doctor.

"I did. I'm sure I sat on a chair somewhere," says Maria. "You sat on the chair somewhere? What does that mean?" the doctor asks.

"That I got checked somehow, Jesus!" she exclaims.

"Well, I'm not taking this hood off, for now, you were spitting on the guards, and I don't want you spitting on me," says Doctor Tampa as he begins running his hands over Maria's clothing, checking her for weapons or contraband.

"Well, they deserved it," she replies as the doctor begins pulling down her pants. "Is there like a nurse or something?"

"Nope, I will be the one treating you for your 30 days. Now spin around," he says, removing her pants. "Go ahead and step out of your pants so I can take a better look at you here," he says while after removing her ankle cuff.

"You're serious? I'm sure there are nurses here that can do this," pleads Maria. "There are, but they're busy," he replies. "Besides, you waived all of your rights when you signed on for treatment here."

"No, not at all, I was unaware. I was resting when it obviously happened," says Maria, as the doctor begins sliding a gloved finger inside of her to search her vagina for contraband manually.

"Oh God, what are you doing," exclaims Maria as the doctor probes her vagina with his glove finger. "OH, GOSH! What are you checking for! There's nothing in there!"

"narcotics, contraband," replies Doctor Tampa, spinning Marie around. "What about back here? Is there anything in here?" He says, referring to her anal cavity.

"No, there's nothing in there! Please, it's going to hurt! There's nothing in there, I assure you of that doctor!" she pleads as the doctor sticks his finger into her anus.

"I think there might be," he says, slowly inserting his finger. Digging around, he feels nothing, pulling his finger out of Maria's anus before removing his soiled glove. He moves his hands up to Maria's chest, pulling her shirt and bra up, exposing her breasts. Shaking her top, he wants to see if she is carrying anything in her bra that the guards may have missed.

"There's not anything there, there's not anything anywhere on me," she says, trying to pull away as the doctor manhandles the clothing off of her body.

"I think you might be right, but I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't check," he says as he sets Maria back up onto the table.

Undoing the restraint hanging from the ceiling, he leans her back on the table, securing her hands above her head on the exam table. "Can you just let me go? I don't have anything on me," Maria pleads. 

"I know, the cops found it all already, which is a good thing since bringing a controlled substance into a jail or rehab facility is a much more serious charge," informs the doctor.

"No, seeing as I didn't even have any at all, to begin with, I shouldn't be here! Can you just let me the fuck out?" Maria continues to plead as the doctor unlocks her ankle cuffs. "Can you just call your nurse?" she begs as the doctor places her feet into the stirrups. 

"My nurse is unavailable right now. I already told you that," says the doctor, pulling Maria down to the end of the table. 

"Ugh, there must be a mistake because I wasn't carrying anything at the moment we got pulled over," whines Maria.

"It must be a mistake? If only I had a dollar for every time I heard that line," jokes the doctor, walking towards the door, discarding his gloves. "Don't go anywhere," he says to Maria, leaving her almost entirely nude and restrained on the exam table.

"SECURITYYYYY," screams Maria, "Can somebody help me? Hello?" she cries out. Lying nude on the table, taking in her whole situation, Maria can only wonder what happened the night before that led her to this point.

"Somebody help me! Hellllooooo," she screams again as the doctor walks back in.

"Oh, God, finally! Can you just let me go now?" she pleads with the doctor. 

"Why am I going to just let you go now?" he asks.

"Because you already checked," says Maria. "I already checked? What did I already check?" the doctor inquires.

"Whether I have anything inside of me, and I don't," Maria exclaims.

The doctor snaps on a pair of gloves right in front of Maria's face, ensuring she sees. "You're right, but seeing as I'm a doctor and you're in my care for the next 30 days, there are a few other things that I want to check just to make sure we're not going to have any medical issues while you're here. When was your last physical?" says the doctor.

"Beginning of this month, so I should be clear," Maria snaps back.

As the doctor reaches out with his gloved hand, grabbing her breasts, he begins to examine one while asking if she ever examines her own breasts. "Yes, you're not going to find nothing," Maria says bluntly as the doctor runs his hands all over her breasts, leaving nothing untouched.

"This has nothing to do with whatever charges I'm getting," Maria complains. "I know this says," the doctor, "But you are in our care for the next month, so we have to ensure you are healthy upon your arrival and departure. If you are not healthy upon your arrival, we have to treat you and bring you to good health before we can even begin your 30 days of treatment. Do you understand?"

"NOOOOOOO," cries Maria as the doctor continues to fondle her breasts. 

"You're not going to try to get out again while I try to take your BP, are you?" asks the doctor. Maria doesn't verbally reply, but she does comply. 

Walking back to the bottom of the table, he removes Maria's panties hanging off of her foot that's now in the stirrups. "You're not going to be needing those right now anyway," he says, setting them onto the desk.

"What is this all for?" asks Maria. "This is for your health," replies the doctor. "No, it's not. I'm healthy," she cries.

"We're going to try to help get you off the green," says the doctor, continuing to examine Maria. "I'm not even on any green," says a very unstoned Maria.

"Not right now you're not," agrees the doctor. "This is some mistake," pleads Maria. 

"We'll see we're helping you already because right now you're not on the green! It looks like your pulse is pretty low. I guess you're not worried," jokes the doctor.

"It's because I'm sober," explains Maria. "No, it's because you've been using cannabis. It helps to mellow out your pulse and help you relax," he says, tightening the restraints of her hand above her head. "So when you had your last physical, did you get a Pap smear," he continues.

"I did. I'm sure I did," Maria says, fearful of what a "no" would mean.

"Well, weren't you a lucky girl! We're going to give you another one today," informs the doctor.

"I already got one! You can check my records," pleads Maria as the doctor tells her to say, "Ahhhhh," sticking a thermometer inside of her mouth. Moving down to the end of the table, he uses his hands to push Maria's legs apart, sitting down on his stool in between them. He pulls the illuminated exam lamp between her legs, which keeps her from closing them.

"So the guards were taking advantage of you," the doctor asks. "Does it matter now? You're not going to help me," Maria snaps back.

"I'm here to help you, Maria! So where did the guards touch you," he inquires. "I don't remember," she exclaims.

"Oh, you have no clue? Did they touch you here," says the doctor touching her right breasts. "No," replies Maria. "What about here," he says, touching her left breast. "No," she replies once more. "What about here," the doctor asks, his hand on her abdomen. "No," she exclaims.

"What about down here," says the doctor, his hand cupping her vagina. "I'm sure!" Maria replies. "You're sure," questions the doctor. "Mhhhhmmmm," confirms Maria.

"So you were sexually assaulted last night," he asks, already not believing her pending answer. "Probably," she replies.

"Well, then, we're going to have to do a rate kit," states the doctor. "NOOOOOO," cries Maria. "YESSSSS," the doctor says, hoping she'll come clean.

"Alright, never mind, I didn't get touched," Maria confesses, coming clean. "Well, you told me you did, and you look a little bit red down there, so I think maybe the guards did sexually assault you," says the doctor. "And we're just going to have to check and make sure that if any semen was left behind is documented for evidence and those guards are brought to justice!"

"Noooo, you don't have to do that," says Maria. "Is that not what you want? For the guards to be brought to Justice?" questions the doctor.

"No, just leave me alone! All I want is to get out," begs Maria.

"Haha, ohhh, no... you're not getting out! Now hold this under your tongue and tell me when it beeps," he says, sticking a thermometer in her mouth before taking his position at the bottom of the table in between her spread legs.

"Keep your legs open," Doctor Tampa says, using his hands to push her legs back open. He begins examining the exterior of Maria's vagina, telling her that it definitely looks like she was sexually assaulted last night.

"We're going to have to do a rate kit. Did they touch you like this," he asks, inserting his finger inside of her. "What about like this," he says, making it two fingers.

"No, I don't think so," says Maria, pissed she was caught in her lie.

"Ohhh, so they must have touched you with another part of their body, not their fingers," questions the doctor.

"I don't think so," says Maria, trying to back herself away from the topic. "Well, I guess I couldn't blame them for wanting to touch such a fine young girl as yourself," jokes the doctor.

"Nooooo, not at all," replies Maria. "Not at all? So now the guard didn't touch you at all," the doctor asks as he continues examining her vagina. "We're going to have to get you up onto the other table since you don't want to keep your legs open," he continues.

"I can't, I can't, just please let me go," she pleads.

"I can't let you go. I haven't even finished getting your temperature at this point," Doctor Tampa replies, moving back in between Maria's legs. "I must say I am envious of those guards, though, having their way with this," he says, stroking her pussy. He reaches over, grabbing a metal Graves speculum of the instrument tray.

"Nooooo, what are you doing," cries Maria as the doctor slides the cold metal speculum inside of her. He retrieves a few sterile sampling kits to collect a cervical swab and samples of the potential semen left inside of her. 

" We'll send these off to the lab and see if we can get some DNA back," says the doctor, telling Maria to say "Ahhh" so he can swab her mouth as well." Should I check in any of your other holes?" questions the doctor.

"Nooooo! You already checked! There is nothing in me," cries Maria, frustrated with her terrible mistreatment! 

"Boy, it's taking forever for this thermometer to take your temperature," says the doctor removing the thermometer from her mouth. "But don't worry, I've got a better way we can do this," he exclaims, inserting another thermometer into her vagina.

Maria lets out a giant "Aghhhhhh," as the doctor works it in. "Well, I would ask you to hold the thermometer inside of you, but it seems you're a little preoccupied at this time," jokes the doctor, removing his gloves as well as Maria's waste restraints

The thermometer dings just as Doctor Tampa snaps on a fresh pair of gloves. "98.6," he exclaims, pulling the thermometer out of her, much to Maria's relief. Then he begins snapping on a fresh pair of gloves before extending out the center area of the table, telling Maria to flip over and to get on to her hands and knees. She complies, not knowing what is going to happen next but terrified of what he may do if she doesn't

Now on the table in a very prone doggy style position, the doctor picks up the rectal thermometer. With a dab of lube and a massive squeal, he slides it into Maria's anus.

"Ahhhhhh, noooooo, ohhhhhh," she exclaims as the bulb of the thermometer pierces's her virgin anal cavity. Maria does her best to maintain her composure as she's on her hands and knees on this table with a thermometer inside of her anus.

"Are you okay," asks the doctor. "Yes," she replies. "Are we learning this is why we don't do narcotics?" he asks, removing the thermometer from her anus as Maria tries to get away from him on the table.

“Noooooo, noooooo, noooooo! Just please let me go,” pleads Maria.

"Let you go? If I just let every narcotic addict that came through here go, well, number one, I wouldn't be a very good doctor. And number two, I wouldn't have any patients to treat," says the doctor, lubricating his fingers.

As the doctor sticks a finger inside of her vagina and one inside of her anus, Maria can't help but let out a scream! The doctor explains that he is doing a recto-vaginal examination, and he needs her to hold still. At the same time, he feels the tissue in between her vagina and anus.

"WHHHAAATTTTTT," cries Maria at the news of what type of exam is about to occur. 

"Just feeling for lumps, cysts, or abnormalities that we may need to be concerned about," the doctor says, withdrawing his fingers from both of her body's lower cavities. Wiping down his patients' vagina and anus, he comments, "I've got to take care of my patients," before slapping Maria on her ass.

"You're not supposed to hit your patients," Maria snaps. "I'm a little unorthodox in my treatment methods, so why don't you focus less on what I'm doing and more on how you're doing. Let's go ahead and have you get back in the position where you were laying on your back," he says as he snaps on a fresh pair of gloves.

"Let's go ahead and put your feet right here," lifting Maria's feet back into the stirrups.

"Slide down, there you go," says Doctor Tampa as he pulls Maria down to the end of the table again. "We're just going to go ahead and give you a quick rinse since I made you a little dirty down there."

"A rinse with what," questions Maria right as she starts screaming from the ice-cold water the doctor is now pouring all over her labia. "Muriatic acid," he says in a very sarcastic tone as the water hits her vagina.

"I know it's cold. It has a tendency to be room temp," he jokes. "But I just want to give you a little cleanup from all the lubricant and everything that I just put on you."

"I can clean myself if you would please let me go," she cries.

Model: Doctor Tampa, Maria Santos

Posted: Mon, 24 June 2019  Views: 1425