It was Rebecca’s fourth mandatory physical employment examination. She had started out with a humiliating group examination when she was recruited and had had two more in the ten years she’d been with the company.

At first she thought they were inhumane and considered campaigning against them, especially when she found out the men had a standard physical and only the women experienced the “psychologically strenuous” medical examinations. Then, as she rose up the company, she became privy to the management expertise that explained why the company chose to subject their employees to the humiliating exams – Professor Deirdre Oliver had led a field of research into the effects of humiliation in creating resilience in women. The women who endured the exams became better employees for what they had gone through and developed more as people.

Now that she was a senior executive with her own driver and team of staff, she appreciated how far she’d come with the company, how she was excelling as a professional and managing to stay on top of everything in her personal life. As dreadful as the exams were, she couldn’t fault the science – the female colleagues at the technology company she worked for were amongst the highest performing and best paid in the country.

As she changed into the flimsy gown and stored her clothes away, she reflected on how much she’d changed thanks to the exams. She had suffered the indignity of having her pubic hair shaved off at her first exam – she grimaced as she remembered an orderly pulling her labia this way and that, ensuring she was hair free. How embarrassed she had been when the man had said “Bend over and spread your cheeks, your anus is even hairier than your vagina.” Once he’d shaved her, had shone a torch over anus and pulled the skin, causing her asshole to spread, he’d even plucked a few stray hairs with tweezers, right from the rim of her asshole. Since then, she had always taken care to get a regular wax: the company’s policy was to spring medicals on women at random so she always ensured that she would never have to be subjected to a shave again.

Taking care of personal grooming improved her life, she mused… her husband was appreciative, she never had to worry about small swimsuits revealing a messy bikini line…

She also thought about how she took such good care of her teeth now after being criticised for not flossing enough in front of four other women in the very first recruitment exam. She had also been advised to exercise more but hadn’t taken the advice seriously enough. At the following exam the staff had taken her measurements and body fat ratio. She had seen them muttering amongst themselves and then underwent one of the most distressing experiences of her life – the female doctor had explained that employees who were deemed “fat” were to be shown target areas to work on. Two male nurses came in and started jiggling parts of her body; they drew on her with permanent marker, circling and writing Xs on the places where she was un-toned or had cellulite. They then stood her in front of a 360 degree mirror so she could see all of the writing whilst the doctor used a metal pointer to prod the areas and suggest exercises she could do to tone up. The marker had taken three days to come off completely, even in hot showers, so she never ever forgot the areas she needed to work on.

She knew she hadn’t been overweight at that exam but she definitely hadn’t been in shape. Since then she had kept a very lean diet and taken up a rewarding exercise regime - the healthy regimen had become her lifestyle. Now back in top shape after having had her first baby, she was so glad to have had the experience – she looked great in her clothes and her husband found her so attractive. She imagined that her overweight and obese friends would never have gotten so out of shape if they knew that they might be callously mocked in the nude by strangers. She was much healthier and more productive as a result: everyone at her company was. None of the women were overweight or had the health issues that resulted from obesity. As cruel as it the circle the fat exercise had seemed, it was much kinder than allowing people to get heart disease, she figured.

Yes – overall, the physicals were horrid but they did serve a purpose. She was ready for this one – she had douched and shaved and prepared herself for the deliberately degrading procedures. She knew what she was up against this time and she couldn’t imagine finding herself in tears as she had the past few times – she had even improved her skin regime resulting in flawless skin after a female nurse had told her that her complexion was “spotty and unappealing” last time.

So, when she was escorted through to the preliminary exam room and her hair checked for lice, she managed not to roll her eyes - she didn’t find it embarrassing. She got their game now and they wouldn’t freak her out. She tried not to smirk when she was weighed in the nude: she knew she was in great shape. The nurse asked her to bend over and pull her vaginal labia apart to check she was clean shaven – another tick. She didn’t even squirm when her temperature was taken rectally – she thought the nurse didn’t need to spend so long lubing up her asshole with gloved fingers, but the cold bulb pushing past he sphincter didn’t seem too terrible. All in all, she figured, she could definitely handle the exam and she knew she would remain composed.

Next she was taken to a gym which she hadn’t been to before. There were a pair of sneakers in her size and some yoga pants and a sports bra which she was told to put on. Rebecca was asked to jog on a treadmill with a heart-rate monitor strapped round her chest and then cycle on a stationary bike with a respirator on her face. Even though the nurse kept on increasing the intensity, Rebecca did not get too out of breath. She was a little sweaty at the end but was confident she had performed well and shown that her fitness levels were excellent. She didn’t even have to change into the gown to leave the room

“Quick shower before the rest of the exam,” The nurse smiled, Rebecca was looking forward to rinsing off.

The next room she was shown into was tiled, walls and floor, and there was no shower in sight. Two tall, good looking, young male orderlies were waiting for her.

“Strip and hand the orderlies your clothes.” The nurse ordered, speaking loudly and more aggressively than she had so far. Rebecca surprised herself by feeling taken aback – this felt out of her comfort zone, she’d never experienced anything like this before.

One male orderly carried her clothes out of the room, the other grabbed her arm and positioned her against the back wall.

“Raise your arms above your head and spread your legs.” He instructed. The other orderly returned carrying a bottle of shower gel which he tipped onto her body. The first orderly had snapped on some gloves and rubbed the shower gel under her boobs and under her arms then reached between her legs, spreading it over her pussy and up into her ass crack.

Rebecca felt mauled by the men and, as they stepped away, she saw the nurse was pointing a hose at her.

“Here it comes!” Called the nurse and Rebecca was hit in the chest with a heavy spray of freezing cold water. She was about to cry out in shock but the nurse moved the jet upwards and hit her straight in the face, drowning out any noise Rebecca might have made. The nurse then aimed the water at her vagina and her legs. “Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks.” One of the orderlies called over the sound of the water.

Rebecca did so – the water almost hurt as it rushed against her asshole, the nurse moved closer increasing the impact of the jet on her skin. They had done it, Rebecca thought, they had pushed her well out of her comfort zone and made her feel just as lost and vulnerable as she had at that very first group physical. They had stripped her down and hosed her off like an inmate in the Shawshank Redemption.

The thought that this process was designed to degrade her reassured Rebecca – this is how you are supposed to feel! She reminded herself. Being humiliated at her previous medicals had made her stronger as a person… she was so rarely offended by strong criticism at work… after all, a doctor had once told her that she thought her vaginal discharge had a heavy scent. Rebecca reflected that she never minded about doing practical tasks either – after being given enemas and forced to shit in front of a whole team of medical staff, she could hardly claim to be fussy. Yes, Rebecca thought, they are breaking me down to make me stronger.

The hose was switched off. “Up.” Bellowed the nurse. One of the orderlies handed her a towel. “Dry off thoroughly, put a gown on and meet us out in the hall.”

Rebecca rubbed herself with a surprisingly fluffy towel. When she eventually re-emerged in the hallway, she saw the dreaded Professor Oliver.

“Ah Rebecca,” the doctor smiled “I just wanted to double check that you’re still breastfeeding your baby?”

“Yes I am” Rebecca nodded.

“Good. We’ve found that testing breast milk can be much more informative than a urine or stool sample when it comes to diagniostics. We’ll have you produce some milk now, follow Thomas and he’ll set up the equipment.”

Rebecca thought she’d got off lightly – she had previously had to pee in front of a nurse whilst an orderly used gloved fingers to spread her labia apart so the nurse could view her urine stream - expressing milk was something she did every day before she went to work!

The orderly led her into a room with a large metal table in the middle of it.

“Remove your gown and get on the table on all fours.” Thomas patted the table, even though he didn’t tap it hard, the metal still clanged loudly. The other orderly and the nurse also entered the room. Rebecca had her knees firmly together on the table as she waited on all fours. She felt herself tremble slightly as she waited, wondering if they would apply a similar device to the one she used at home.

“We bought this machine off the old dairy that closed down.” Thomas said, Rebecca didn’t look at him but knew from his tone of voice that he was grinning. “They need a lot of milk from you to do the tests. No human device can achieve it, this works for the cows though!”

The other orderly stood next to Rebecca and reached underneath her, yanking on both her nipples at once. They were always tender, she was breastfeeding after all, but she knew he had pulled on them in a deliberately painful way. Then the men were attaching the machine to her breasts and the machine began whirring.

It was incredibly powerful, much stronger than she had anticipated. For the first time in her life, she felt like livestock. On all fours, being milked exactly like a cow.

She felt like she had given all the milk she could but they staff didn’t budge. They left her attached to the pumps, her breasts getting sore, feeling utterly dehumanised. The tears started to come – all of her professional success and power were completely irrelevant – these people were staring at her naked body, trussed up like an animal.

Eventually they turned the machine off. She couldn’t believe how much milk she had produced. The nurse was the one to remove the pumps; perhaps she had children and felt some sympathy, Rebecca wondered, as the nurse was actually quite gentle with her aching boobs.

Rebecca felt in a daze as she put her down back on and went into the next room. They had her remove her gown again and take the anticipated photographs. Professor Oliver had one of the orderlies take her measurements as well – she avoided looking him in the eye as he passed the tape measure around her thights, hips, stomach and breasts, his hands brushing her puffy nipples.

They led her to the gynaecological chair and instructed her to put her feet in the stirrups before strapping her tightly to the chair. The chair was then adjusted so it tipped backwards slightly and her asshole was even more exposed.

“Now Rebecca, I see you’ve had a C-section?” Professor Oliver said, it wasn’t really a question Rebecca knew.

“So can I expect that your pelvic tone is more-or-less the same as before?” Rebecca grunted yes.

Professor Oliver took her time examining Rebecca’s outer labia, pulling and palpating the skin. Then she used a metal device to retract Rebecca’s clitoral hood and observed her clitoris. She inserted a finger into Rebecca’s vagina and felt around the entrance, working her way clockwise around the first centimetre or so of Rebecca’s vagina. The doctor pushed a little deeper, Rebecca was sure she was massaging her g-spot…

Then she started palpating Rebecca’s uterus with her other hand. This went on for some time. “We’ll do a quick ultrasound, Rebecca, to check the anatomical structures are all back to where we want them.” A thin plastic wand was inserted to Rebecca’s vagina and pushed up against her cervix and then each ovary.

“Yes all well.” Professor Oliver withdrew the wand. Her finger was back in Rebecca’s vagina, followed by another finger in her asshole.

“Bear down for me Rebecca.” The doctor called. Rebecca did, cringing slightly as she felt the fingers push even deeper inside of her. “Now clench your anus.” Rebecca did so, wishing it could be over. “Relax and clench again,” The doctor wasn’t relenting! As Rebecca tensed her muscles a second time, she felt the doctor deliberately wiggle her fingers, causing her to squirm.

Eventually the doctor was done and called for an orderly to hand her a speculum and adjust the lighting. The speculum felt especially cold as it slid inside her and was cranked open. The orderlies actually moved to the end of the table so she knew she had the nurse, the doctor and both men, staring down at her pussy spread wide open.

“Clear secretion today.” The doctor commented. “We’re going to leave the speculum open and stimulate your clitoris slightly to see if it turns white. We can get a lot of information about your hormone levels from the colour and texture of the discharge.” A tiny vibrating bullet was pressed – by one of the orderlies – against her clit. She wasn’t at all aroused and so resented her body for betraying her – her vagina twitched with pleasure. She wondered if she might orgasm, she felt the pleasure building in her abdomen…. She was scared that it would hurt to orgasm and contract her muscles around the metal bills of the speculum! The doctor was taking swabs and suddenly the vibrator was turned off and the speculum withdrawn.

“Yes that’s helpful to have such a generous sample.” The doctor commented holding up a sample jar… Rebecca realised she had poured all of the secretion that had gathered into the speculum into the jar – how bizarre was that?

Then the doctor’s finger was at her anus again and a metal anoscope was being pressed into her rectum. As it was spread open she saw the men leering at her open ass. The doctor spread it wider still and then withdrew it without closing it, causing Rebecca’s ass to gape for several seconds after the anoscope had been removed.

“All done, Rebecca.” Professor Oliver got up and removed her gloves as Thomas began unstrapping her.

As she got dressed in the changing room, Rebecca realised how young she looked with all of her make up blasted off her face by the hose. She had arrived today thinking she’d remain in control but Professor Oliver had proved, once again, that any woman could be completely humiliated if the medical team tried hard enough.