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Medical Humiliation
(Kitty Milkin)

"Perhaps you could keep her calm?" the doctor intones.

"Of course," James cradles the side of her face. "Just relax, darling. Let it happen," he says, rubbing his calloused fingers on her cheek, making soothing low voices from the back of his throat.

The doctor holds onto what is decidedly not a sounding rod, but much bigger and more impressive. It takes a second for her to blink through the blur of her tears to realize that he's holding onto a speculum. No sooner has she figured out the item does it disappear between her legs, the doctor deftly loosening the clamps on her pussy lips and unclamping her delicate flesh.

She cries at the stinging sensation of blood rushing back to those regions, her body trembling on the table.

James makes hushing noises. She isn't even aware that she's making any sort of noise, but the speculum pushes into her hole and the doctor begins to widen it right away, spreading her inner walls open. The even distribution of the speculum inside of her body allows her to feel every part of the object. Air brushes against her inner walls and ad makes another soft, pained noise.

James has his fingers in her mouth, rubbing her cheek and then plunging his fingers down her throat, finger fucking her throat. "Poor darling. It's alright. Just relax," he says as she gags around his fingers.

"She looks very lovely with the speculum. You should come see," the doctor says.

She whimpers when James pull his fingers from her mouth to step back around her body, standing by the doctor so they can peer into her body together. They're looking inside her and neither of them are making a sound.

She waits in anticipation. Is she ugly? Is that why he isn't saying anything. She starts to fear James is disgusted or disappointed with what he sees inside her, but then she feels a long finger stroke inside her, gently touching the tender skin beyond the wing of the speculum. It feels so strange to be touched so tenderly, no pressure to spread her open, no prods to feel her insides... it's just a warm, fluttering feeling.

She feels her inner walls contracting, trying to close around the speculum, and then he makes a low groaning sounds.

"You should see how lovely you are," he says. "Such a perfect little thing, just like the rest of you. You're so beautiful, baby," he hums as he continues touching her delicate inner walls, pressing and pushing his fingers in deeper than where the wings have spread her open.

She cries at the sensation of him pulling his fingers out completely and then hears a sterile pack ripped open.

Drawing her gaze away, she sees the doctor drawing it out; a slim, flexible metal rod.