When I heard the word “ass tube,” it sent chills down my entire body—across every single square millimeter of my naked body. Those last few minutes with the anal speculum spread wide open in my ass had already been a nightmare. And now he wants to shove an even longer thing up there?! As if petrified, unable to offer even the slightest resistance, I remained in my submissive position—completely naked, on all fours, with my asshole pointed directly toward the gynecologist. Even if I’d wanted to say a word, it would have gotten stuck in my throat. My eyes filled with tears again, and I sobbed quietly. My anus felt sore—somehow exposed and used—as if it were opening up to everything and everyone today. My once-tight, virgin sphincter was throbbing, and I could feel the copious amount of lubricant in and around my anus. My entire rectal area was slimy. At that moment, I suddenly heard the examination room door open, and a cool draft brushed past my bare private parts. The gynecologist looked up: “Ah, Laura, there you are again—you’re right on time. Marie just finished the exam with the anal speculum; now we’ll continue with the proctoscope, colloquially known as the ‘butt tube.’”

This is going to be a few more uncomfortable minutes for our patient. Please help hold Marie steady by her pelvis in case she squirm around when I insert the instrument—she’s quite sensitive rectally, after all. Just hold her by her buttocks to keep her steady; I’m going to insert the rectal tube into her anus right now, which, as you can see, is already very well lubricated from the previous exams. “I’ll explain a few things about the exam to you in a moment.”

“That trainee again,” I thought… yet another person watching live as something gets shoved up my ass. I heard a metallic clatter behind me—the gynecologist was probably setting up the proctoscope and applying lubricant to it. Goosebumps again, trembling, and another desperate clenching of my asshole. On all fours in the doggy-style position, I couldn’t see a thing, of course, and just stared down at the leather of the exam table, which stuck uncomfortably to my palms, knees, and lower legs. My toes wiggled nervously, betraying my anxiety. Unconsciously, I must have slid forward a bit, trying to escape the inevitable with my butt. “Marie, please pull yourself together and stay in position—keep your legs spread wide and stick your butt up. Lower your upper body a little more until your breasts touch the table. And above all, relax that little hole and your whole butt—then it won’t hurt as much,” the doctor said energetically as he pressed his strong hand against my back, and so I lowered my upper body a little further. My breasts were now hanging so low that they actually touched the leather of the exam table. That feeling of being completely at their mercy was back. Actually, it had never really gone away. “I’m going to insert the tube now. Open your buttocks wide for the proctoscope and press against it firmly. Laura, hold her steady by the hips,” the gynecologist said, sounding a bit annoyed. I sobbed and whimpered as I felt the cold metal of the proctoscope against my asshole. Desperately, I tried to press against it, but my fear of the anal tube was too great, and I involuntarily clenched my sore and still slippery asshole. I imagined the proctoscope to be significantly longer than the anal speculum—so it would penetrate even further inside me, going even deeper into my ass. The pressure on my anus increased, but I tensed up again.

“That’s not going to work, Marie. You’re clenching your anus completely shut. I told you to push against it—just like on the toilet! But this gives us a chance to demonstrate a little trick right away, so Laura can see it too. Laura, you need to hold our patient in position now!” the gynecologist made clear. The pressure from the rectal tube didn’t let up, but suddenly I felt a hard slap on one of my butt cheeks. Out of sheer shock and because of the pain on my butt cheek, I relaxed my asshole, and the doctor used that brief moment to push the proctoscope into my butt. “Driving it into my butt” is probably a more fitting expression for it—with considerable force, the tube, which was probably over 20 centimeters long, was pushed deeper and deeper into my butt. “Owwwwww… my butt!” I screamed in despair. I wanted to slide forward on all fours, but the trainee was holding me too tightly in place. She held onto my pelvis and pulled my butt backward, so that the cold metal of the rectal examination instrument disappeared into my butt centimeter by centimeter. My butt was burning like hell—the thing drilled deeper and deeper, like a hot stake, much deeper than the anal speculum had gone before. I felt like I was being impaled.

But there was something else. Something I couldn’t explain and that confused me. The sensation of my filled and impaled butt, which had opened up to the anal intruder only under duress. As a counterpoint to the burning pain and the pressure deep inside, a tingling sensation spread through my lower abdomen. A tingling sensation that radiated all the way into my vagina and seemed to arouse me in some way I didn’t understand. My face turned red as a tomato again. I’d just had a long metal tube shoved up my ass, which brought tears to my eyes from the pain, and yet somehow it seemed to turn me on. As if in a trance, I heard a metallic sound and at the same time felt a cool draft creeping deep into my ass through the tube.

“There you go—a little pat on the butt is often very helpful with our young patients who tense up their anuses so much. We often have trouble inserting the proctoscope all the way into the girls’ tight, clenched anuses. But this usually works out just fine. There’s always a bit of squirming involved—no one stays completely still— which is why we always have a second person here to help stabilize them. Marie, I’ve now pulled the guide rod out of the proctoscope and can look deep into your rectum. The proctoscope is now 25 centimeters inside your butt; I’m going to shine a light in there and move it slightly in different directions,” the doctor explained. Now he’s shining a light into my butt again, I thought. He’s seeing places I’ll never see in my life. Once again, I got goosebumps all over my body. No wonder, when, as a young woman, you’re forced to kneel completely naked on all fours and have all sorts of things shoved up your butt. When the gynecologist began to move the rectal tube gently inside my butt to examine as many areas of my intestine as possible, the tingling inside me grew stronger again. “Please, Marie, don’t get wet now…” that thought hammered in my head, but my body wasn’t helping me with my self-loathing. It seemed to me that the deeper something penetrated my butt, the more I was stimulated anally. I had already gotten wet down there during the enema; having the anal speculum spread me open was just painful, and now, along with the burning sensation from the anal tube in my sore butt, that dark tingling between my legs was back again. In this position, it was probably impossible for the gynecologist to miss that I was getting wet. Meanwhile, the movements of the proctoscope didn’t slow down—if anything, they became more intense.

The doctor turned back to the intern: “Look, to get the proctoscope all the way into Marie’s rectum, you have to twist it a little, rotate it slightly, and move it gently back and forth. That’s the only way to make sure you illuminate and examine as many areas of Marie’s bottom as possible.” As you can easily see, this procedure is quite uncomfortable for our patients. Marie’s anus is already quite sore from the previous exams, and the proctoscope is causing some tension. Nevertheless, if you take a close look at her vagina, you can see that the anal stimulation from the proctoscope is still inevitably noticeable. The fact that Marie’s labia are slightly glistening and a bit of moisture is trickling down is completely normal and happens to many young girls. The anus and rectum in general are very sensitive areas where many nerve endings converge. And the potential for arousal here is correspondingly high, which explains the appeal and pleasure of anal sex for many people. By the way: A thorough rectal examination like this is especially important for young girls to check the anus and rectum for fissures, tears, or hemorrhoids. Of course, shame is greatest in this area, and many girls wouldn’t dare to go to the doctor to have it checked out—even if they have problems or injuries caused by anal sex. “That makes it all the more important that we be very thorough here—not only with a rectal exam, but also by taking a look inside the girls' anuses. With Marie, though, everything looks great—no injuries that could result from anal sex that’s too rough.”