The ferry docked with a gentle thud, sending a shiver of excitement and anxiety through Aoife's slender frame. The cobalt waters of the New York harbor mirrored the vast sky, a stark contrast to the dull greys of the cityscape that loomed ahead. She clutched her meager belongings tightly to her chest, her heart racing with the promise of a new life in America. The air had the scent of fish, metal, and hope as she stepped onto the wooden planks of Ellis Island.

A cacophony of voices filled the air, a pattern of languages she could hardly discern. She followed the throngs of people, their eyes weary yet gleaming with ambition. A young woman with a knowing smile slithered up beside her. "Aoife," she purred, her eyes raking over Aoife's innocent demeanor, "you're going to need more than luck to get through this place. Sometimes you have to give a little to get a lot."

The line of immigrants shuffled forward, each step echoing through the cavernous room. Finally, she reached the medical inspection area. The stern-faced guard in a crisp white shirt and navy cap beckoned her with a curt nod. His eyes traveled down her body, a flicker of something dark sparking in his gaze. She swallowed hard as he began his cursory check, his cold stethoscope pressing against her chest. "Deep breath" He commanded.

He shone a light in her eyes, checking for disease or blindness, the main reason people were sent home.

"Open your mouth," he barked, the words thick with an unplaceable accent. She complied, and as he shone the light down her throat, his eyes strayed to her parted lips.

As he had her say 'ah', his gaze grew heated, his eyes lingering on her mouth. His hand, calloused and rough, slipped down from her neck to her collarbone. The sudden, unwelcome touch sent a jolt of fear through her, but she remained still, unsure how to react. The guard leaned in closer, his breath hot on her face, and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. But another guard's voice boomed through the hall, "Hey, leave her be!"

The first guard's eyes narrowed, but he stepped back. The second guard, slightly older, took her by the elbow. "You're coming with me," he said, leading her away from the line and into a side room. "Secondary processing." Aoife's heart pounded as she glanced back at the lecherous guard, his eyes promising retribution.

The second guard was rougher than the first, his hands more insistent. He spun her around, and before she could protest, his thick fingers had ripped the fabric of her dress, exposing her delicate shoulders and the swell of her breasts. The chill of the room prickled her skin, and she gasped, trying to pull the fabric back together. His eyes roamed her body with a hunger that made her feel both repulsed and exposed. "You're going to have to get used to this, sweetheart," he sneered. "In America, you give a little to get ahead."

Just as his hand reached to squeeze her breast, the door slammed open. A doctor in a starched lab coat strode in, his face a thundercloud. "What the hell are you doing?" he barked at the guard. The guard's hand retreated as if burned, and he stepped back, his smirk slipping away. The doctor looked at Aoife with a mix of concern and anger. "Cover yourself up," he ordered, his voice tight with tension. "Get out of here." He said to the guard. "I'm reporting you."

The stern nurse followed closely behind, her eyes sharp. She handed Aoife a piece of fabric. "Don't just stand there like a hussy," she said in a clipped tone. "Cover yourself up for the doctor." Aoife shivered, wrapping the fabric around her trembling body, trying to hide her chest.

The doctor stepped closer, his eyes flickering over her exposed skin before focusing on her face. "You're safe now," he murmured. "I won't let anyone harm you here." His voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the roughness she had just experienced. He began a more thorough inspection, his hands gentle but firm. Aoife flinched at his touch, but his manner was professional, and she felt a hint of comfort in his care.

He listened to her heartbeat, peered into her eyes, and checked her reflexes. With each prod and poke, she grew more relaxed. "Good," he said finally. "You seem healthy enough." But his gaze lingered on the fabric covering her breasts, and Aoife felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks. "Now, for the secondary inspection. It's for venereal diseases," he explained, his voice dropping a little. "You'll have to remove your drawers."

The nurse's eyes remained on Aoife as the doctor turned to wash his hands. The girl felt the weight of the woman's gaze, and she knew the nurse had seen the fear in hers. "Do as he says," the nurse instructed, her voice softer now. "It's just a precaution."

With trembling hands, Aoife did as she was told, letting the fabric drop to the floor. She lay back on the cold table, her knees pressed together. The nurse stepped closer, her face a mask of stoicism, and placed her firm hands on Aoife's knees. "Spread your legs," she ordered. "We need to see everything."

Aoife's eyes widened, but she obeyed, the nurse's grip unyielding. The doctor approached with a metal spatula, his expression professional but his eyes betraying a flicker of something more primal. The instrument looked cold and unforgiving, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of violation as he probed her labia with it. He was rougher than the nurse had been, his probing touch invading her most intimate space. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper.

"No lice or crabs." The doctor grunted. "But we have to check every inch of you young women," the doctor added, his voice a low growl. "We can't have sickness spreading in this country." His spatula slid closer to her vagina, making Aoife wetter than she had ever been. The nurse's hands were like a vice on Aiofe's thighs but Aoife couldn't help but feel the heat building between her legs despite the fear and humiliation as she felt the spatula sliding in and out of her with a cold precision that made her squirm.

The doctor's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of resistance. But all he found was a mix of fear and something else – something that made his own pulse quicken. He slid the spatula out and set it aside with a clink. "Spread her wider for me nurse so I can see." the doctor commanded.

The nurse's grip on her legs tightened, and Aoife felt the woman lean closer. The nurse's thumbs pushed her cheeks apart, exposing her to the doctor's scrutiny. He shone the harsh light on her most sensitive spot, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold onto the last shred of her dignity. The light was blinding, but it was the nurse's touch that made her squirm.

"Now, hold still," the doctor murmured, his fingers delving into Aoife's folds. She could feel him spreading her open, the cool air of the room making her shiver. "I need to see everything." His voice was low and gruff, yet it sent a thrill through her. He began to probe her with his gloved fingers, the sensation strange and unsettling. "You're very...tight," he said, his eyes on her face. "This will be quick."

As he slid a finger into her, Aoife's eyes shot open. It was a strange feeling, a mix of pain and pressure that she had never felt before. He worked it in and out, his movements slow and deliberate, watching her face intently. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with something that didn't quite sound like professionalism anymore. Aoife felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Now, let's see if you're as clean on the inside as you are on the outside."

The doctor inserted another finger, and Aoife couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her. Her body was betraying her, responding in a way she never thought it would in such a situation. The nurse's gaze remained on her face, her eyes unreadable. "Quiet now." the nurse hissed. "Just breathe." Aoife's eyes searched the nurse's face, looking for any sign of pity or disgust, but all she found was a strange sort of...understanding. It was as if the woman knew what she was feeling and was offering silent encouragement.

The doctor's fingers curled inside her, and she felt a jolt of pleasure that made her arch off the table. His eyes widened slightly, and she could see the hunger in them now, the desire that matched the one growing inside her. "We have a final inspection to do" he said finally, withdrawing his hand with a sigh. "Stop making a fuss." He gestured to the nurse, who held up a small, curved instrument. "You're going to need to be a bit more...accommodating for this one."

Aoife had never seen anything like the curved metal rod the doctor waved at her. It was shiny and intimidating, and the thought of it entering her was almost too much to bear. But she knew she had no choice. The doctor spread her legs wider, his hands firm on her thighs. "Open up," he instructed, and she felt the cold metal slide against her labia. He pushed it inside, and she gasped at the stretch, her body tightening around it. The nurse leaned in closer, her eyes on Aoife's face, watching her every reaction.

The doctor pulled down, widening her opening gently until it gaped for him, before inserting the metal rod. Aoife's eyes watered with the sensation, feeling like she was being split in two. But as the doctor moved the rod around inside her, something strange happened. The pain morphed into something else, a feeling that was building low in her belly. Her breathing grew ragged, and she could feel the heat between her legs growing..

"Well, well," the doctor murmured, his voice thick with something that sounded suspiciously like lust. "Looks like we have ourselves a virgin." Aoife felt a mix of embarrassment and anger at his words, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to his touch. The doctor snatched the sims speculum out and put it to one side with a clang.

The nurse stepped in, her movements efficient as she lubricated the thermometer. "This won't take long," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. Aiofe felt the nurse's finger press against her anus, and she tensed, unprepared for the sensation. The nurse's hand was firm, pushing the thermometer into her with a firmness that discouraged resistance. There was a long, pause during which the noises of the crowds in the inspection hall seemed to get louder.

The nurse pulled the thermometer out with the same care she had used to insert it. "No infection," she announced, her voice as cold as the glass that had just been inside Aoife. "You can get dressed now."

Aoife's hands trembled as she reached for her clothes, her body feeling both violated and strangely alive. The doctor handed Aiofe her bloomers with a small smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. "Welcome to America," he said gruffly.