"You start tomorrow!" Wiping his hands and raising his eyebrows at me. "Today was the best part of your training, Tomorrow you will start with the worst part - If you have a stomach for it after one week things will improve, if not, pack your bags and catch the first bus home.”

I nodded and stumbled out of his office, Richard winked at me and wave his racket as a gesture of good bye. I managed a nod and walked down the stairs with all my effort to appear casual, I strolled down the front lawn up to the picket fence and round the gate. I could feel their eyes were on me.

As soon as I turned the corner, I sprinted home without stopping. I literally tumbled into the bungalow and rushed into the loo, undid my pants and let my aching dick out of my briefs. I barely touched my self before I spurted all my desires out, I spent the rest of the evening with a cold beer and in between wanks, which continued every hour through the night. Yet, as tired as I was I was up bright and early the next morning. The dick was a little sore, I washed and changed and headed back to the Hospital.

I loved walking in the estate during the morning. The air was fresh and cool and it was always so amazingly quiet. The tea bushes had dew drops on them and it reflected the early morning rising sun, which looked bigger and more orange at this time. I had about 15 minutes to go before I reached the hospital. I expected it to be empty. After all, even the plucking rounds started at 6.00 a.m. and this too was difficult to maintain with the women, with all their house work and children, so I did not expect to see anybody at the hospital at 5.30.

However I was surprised to see the front lawn full of women and children waiting in line with their work cards in their hands. As I pushed passed the picket gate and eased myself in between the lines of women and girls up to the stairs, I could smell their bodies. Some were really dirty and it appeared as if they had been waiting there a long time. They seemed to have been segregated by age and profession. Adult workers in three lines, then temp workers in six lines, child temp workers in 5 lines and school children in 6 lines. There were others sitting around the lawn and waiting separately but all in all there must have been more than 400 women on the lawn itself and the noise was a constant chatter of different lingos, pitches and languages.

When I reached the stairs I could see two attendants in white uniform guarding the entrance and holding back the lines that were trying to merge into one at the stairs. One of the attendants half saluted me and lifted the rope allowing me to duck under and enter.

"Dr. Sahib undher hai?" (Is the doctor in ?) I inquired looking at the attendant that saluted me. He gestured with his hand and said, "Woh apka inthazar kar raha hai." He is expecting you.

I walked up to Dr. Rohans room and knocked.

"Yeah!?" Which was a sort of half command to enter and a question of who it was. As I pushed the half doors and shuffled in I noticed that he was already in the thick of things and it would appear that I was late.

"You're late!" He said and motioned me to sit with one hand. He had finishing a rectal on an old Indian woman who had her sari tucked up over her waist. He then got and walked over the sink and wash his hands thoroughly and while drying them he rang the bell on his desk. The woman was by now rearranging her sari and waiting for further instructions but kept her gaze fixed away from any eye contact with me. She was humiliated with my presence and tried to pretend that I never was there in the first place.

Ramu stepped in and was motioning her to follow him. But Dr. Rohan stopped him from leaving with a gesture of his hand. He took a sip of tea and sat down. Then in Hindi he instructed Ramu, "Take Chota Shaib with you also," pointing to me, "And put Rani Ayya with him for the first half of today. Today he is going to collect urine and stool samples. Start with her and work in the adult section for two hours and move to the pediatric section after that ok?"

Then turning to me he said, "Please work fast today. As you can see we have more than 500 examinations to conduct today."

I nodded and followed Ramu, who was grinning by now. The old woman followed behind me, looking decidedly uncomfortable. We walked down the corridor and turned left which led to the back outside the hospital. Here on the covered verandah there were stairs going up to the first floor and as soon as we entered the hall there was a large bathroom and toilet similar to the one I had seen down stairs the day before. The noise of the exhaust fan was loud and one had to talk at the top of our voices to be heard. Inside there were four ayyas and one very old man in a pair of shorts and vest. He has a cane broom in one hand and a metal bucket in the other and was walking away from us. Here the toilets were higher and as illustrated had more spread. Here there were a lot of women all naked from the waist down, all standing in line, waiting their turn to climb up on the commode and have their samples taken. They all seemed in a hurry and I guessed they must have felt that the sooner they finished up with this job the sooner they would be able to get out of here. As soon as Ramu and I entered the room, the jabbering stopped and all the women standing in line stared at us. All of them edged a little closer to each other and slightly slanted their bodies away from us. Only the last woman in the line was forced to expose her rear and the twelve or so women squatting in front of us were fully exposed. When I turned to look further down inside the toilet there appeared to be another line next to the tub. These women stood there with their bottoms stuck out and bent a little forward with their legs slightly apart. In front of them an old ayya was pouring water behind one of the women who was washing herself. This was an awesome scene in front of me.

Ramu snapped his fingers at an ayya and beckoned her to approach us. She was a young women of about twenty eight years but had a prim face and her hair was tied in a neat bun behind her. Her sari was clean and white with a blue trim. She was of Indian tribal origin but not pretty or beautiful. When she reached us Ramu introduced me to her and explained to her that I was to be trained on all the work that is to be done here as instructed by Dr. Rohan. I was expected to do every thing that every body does here for the next two hours. This did not seem to worry me unduly but the only thing I was finding difficult to cope with then was the overpowering smell of urine and feces.

Ramu then turned to me, and said, "Chota Babu, This is Rani, She will be with you and help you with your training here. Please come back at 9 o'clock and I will take you to the pediatric ward."

I thanked him and watched him leave. As soon as he left the room the Jabbering started but I could still feel all eyes were on me. Rani told me to wait a minute and left the room and was back in a second with a white lab coat. She asked me to wear this as it helped the workers feel more assured and comfortable. As I donned the cost I too felt more official and doctor like.

Rani respectfully asked me to come with her. I followed her past the squatting women and the washing line at the end of the room into a small store like room. Here the walls were lined with shelves that were racked with small bottles. On the side corner there were two tea chests full of empty bottles. One marked stool and the other marked Urine. Here Rani explained that this was the daily sample collection store. All the workers have a roll number and when a sample was drawn the drawer must note the roll number on the bottle along with the date. Handing me a marker pen and three bottles from each bin she motioned me to follow her. She stepped out back into the toilet and took me to the first woman squatting at the far end of the line of commodes.

This woman was in her mid twenties and a little on the skinny side, She was Nepali and had straight hair cut in a pageboy style. Wearing a short green t-shirt like blouse which at a stretch might have covered her naval but at the time was creased under her small breasts. She had a fair oriental complexion which made her black pubic mound stand out in contrast. She was surprisingly hairy and it ran down both lips. The lips themselves were large and separated by a red opening and an elongated clitoris, the inner lips were darker and folded together at the top but were forced to open at the lower end as her legs were so far apart. She cringed and blushed at my gaze turning her head and shyly smiling at the woman on the next commode as if looking for some kind of assurance in her predicament as well.

Rani tapped her on her knee and when she looked up at her she asked, " D Dao." (Give your ID.)

Balancing on those two stones she delicately reached into her blouse and pulled out a card with a passport size black and white photograph of her stuck on it, and handed it over to Rani.

Rani looked at it and leaning towards me she pointed out where the Roll number was and she told me to check the photo with the person I was attending to. The card was old and almost falling to pieces but I noted her name and age which was Susan Dorche Leang age for the year 1988 - 28years.

After noting the roll number on each bottle for me Rani handed back the ID and explained to me that because I was new to this I should stand there and wait. As soon as she (Susan) rang the bell I should ask her whether its stool or urine and accordingly hold the required bottle in the appropriate place, collect the sample and return it to the store where she would show me how to rack it. She also explained in Hindi, that the stool sample needed to be only a tiny spot but a full bottle of at least 100ml would be required for urine. She then turned and walked away leaving me gaping at this big pussy and holding to bottles in my hand.

Susan had now become visibly sullen and she shifted uncomfortably. There was nothing she could now do to prevent me from looking at her gaping gash and the fact that she herself would have to inform me when she was going to perform one of her most private functions. I offered a smile which under the circumstances was the wrong thing to do. She frowned at me and looked away pouting with as much dignity as she could muster. This however was in vain as her color was a dead giveaway. She was crimson with shame and kept balking at her situation. Completely unused to being supervised by a male during a function like this. I decided to ignore her discomfort and looked around.

Next to her was another young woman. She was visibly younger by about three years and up until I turned my attention to her looked relieved that I was attending to her neighbor instead of her. She was wearing a light cotton orange sari blouse only, which too, came only up to her stomach. She was dark and had a tan brown complexion. Her legs were long and slender and her pubic hair was sparse and covered only the top of her fleshy cunt. Unlike Susan the lips were fleshy and blacker than the rest of her body color, but because her legs were so widely spread apart they too were separated and provided me an inviting sight of her clitoris which was surprisingly different from Susan's and was purple black in color. Lower down I could see her wrinkled black anus which was actively pushing in and out like and old woman with no teeth munching on something. I was jerked back to attention when I heard the bell being struck by Susan and for a moment I was frozen before I regained my composure and directed my attention to her, much to the relief of the other girl.

Looking directly at Susan I asked, "Tatti ke Pisshab?" - (Stool or Urine)

She blushed and whispered, "Tatti."

I took the vial and peering under held it at the opening of her rectum, from between her legs. This was a mistake.

First I could feel her strain and with the effort she let of an embarrassingly loud fart which was further mortifyingly magnified by the bottle. To make matters worse she lost control of her bladder during the fart and let out a jet of hot piss on to my arm and wet my entire sleeve. This was too much for her and she let out a sob of shame before she cupped her hands together and covered her face. Rani who was keeping an eye on me rushed and started screaming at her. She the held Susan by the arm and yanked her off the platform and shouting at her she shoved her towards the store where she closed the door and called me in. With Susan standing there quite shame faced and naked still being scolded by Rani, whom I vainly tried to pacify stood facing one of the racks with her now blushing bottom facing us.

Rani some how seemed to feel responsible for the accident and kept apologizing to me in between hurling abuses at Susan. She then left us together alone in the store and went out. This was awfully awkward for both of us who stood silently not quite sure what I was to do. I gently put my hand on her bottom and patted her telling her no to worry and that I was not upset with her. This I presume was more mortifying that anything else, First she embarrasses herself and now I who was barely 18 and looked younger was treating her like a five year old. She just stood there and hung her head. Heaved a little with every stifled sob and I just kept patting her.

Rani returned with a fresh lab coat for and a packet of suppositories. She helped me change my coat and then asked Susan to sit on the chair. She then roughly lifted Susan's legs and hung them apart on the arms of the chair and this position now not only exposed her vagina in all its glory but also her anus which was now clearly visible. Rani then handed me the packet of suppositories and told to use two and that I should insert it up to the second knuckle of my index finger.

I had never used a suppository in my life let alone inserting my finger up another persons behind. (Not that the thought had ever occurred to me, but I never expected that I would ever in my life be presented with the opportunity to do something like this. Susan was quivering with anticipation, shame and humiliation. I guess she even sensed my excitement which made matters worse. I stood there looking at her for some time. Then tearing off the foil on the suppository I removed one ice cold long wax like capsule, and recollecting Shana’s ordeal yesterday I held Susan's pussy lips together with one hand and inserted the tip of the capsule into her rectum then once it was half way in I used my index finger and drove it slowly all the way in.

The tip of my finger stopping at the entrance as the muscles squeezed shut involuntarily and preventing me from entering any further. So I waited, gently rotating my finger in circles till I could feel her relax a little before I drove it in, She gasped and tried to raise herself but in the position she was all she could do was shift a little. I then dragged my finger out and removed the other capsule. This time I was more confident and inserted it without further incident. I then told her to put her legs down and wait. Rani returned while I was wiping my finger off and she told me to go and try collecting the other girl's sample till Susan's suppository was ready to help her function.

When I returned I found Susan's neighbor still there, and Susan's place had been taken by another fat old woman in her late fifties. She was gross and this time I felt embarrassed to even look at her. Pretending that I had not noticed her I stopped just short of reaching her and asked the woman sitting next to her for her ID. She stared daggers at me and then handed me her ID which had her roll number - A98350-88, her name (Dhamini Kalayan) and age 23years for the year 1988. I could not figure out why they mentioned the year 1988 - But this was of little importance to me. I was more excited now of the opportunity of being able to view and possibly fondle her cunt unrestricted. Dhamini's discomfort was by no means any less than Susan's. She shifted and leaned as far forward as she possibly could in her squatting position so as to restrict my view. This did not worry me as I knew that eventually all will have to be revealed and she herself would have to present all her private parts and functions to me.

Feigning a lack of interest I looked around the room which was a hub of activity. The line at the entrance was now longer and the old woman I had come with from Dr. Rohan's room was now in the line and half naked too. Bells were ringing and three or four nurses were constantly writing on bottles or collecting samples. Some of the women were really beautiful but most of them were awful and disgusting to look at. When I shifted my gaze further down the hall from where I noticed the old man in the shorts was gesturing something to me. I motioned him to come closer. He immediately put his broom down and approached me, folding his hands and stooping a little as a gesture of respect. "Namaste, doctor Babu." He greeted me.

"Mai bol raha tha, ke aap ko pechu ja ke tatti sample lena chahiye." (I was saying that you should draw the stool sample from behind.) For a moment I wasn't sure what he was saying but he crossed over between the fat woman and Dhamini and stood behind Dhamini motioning me to join him. When I did, he sat down, held Dhamini's bottom and raised it a little, much to Dhamini's discomfort, and presented me with a perfect view of Dhamini's anus which appeared clenched shut. Dhamini looked so sweet but she was clearly unhappy about being viewed from behind by two men. She was almost protesting with her facial expressions and looking at the fat woman for some kind of support, but was completely ignored. I was so absorbed at the sight of her ass and the shape of her back that I failed to notice that the old man had left us by now and Rani was standing in front of us with Susan. When I looked up I was a little surprised and a little embarrassed but composed myself and gave Rani a questioning look.

She returned it with a dry disapproving almost unnoticeable shake of the head and told the fat woman to get off. She then roughly guided Susan towards the now vacant commode. Susan climbed up onto it and squatted down. She looked strained and tense and as soon as she was in position she rang the bell and said, "Tatti!"

I was behind her now and Rani leaned over and handed me her sample bottle which I carefully held at the opening of her rectum and just in time too. No sooner than I had placed the jar behind her she spat out a brownish lump which dropped curled neatly into the bottle. I withdrew and closed it with the lid but I did not take my eyes off her beautiful bum which was now running away without control due to the suppositories and blushing with shame at being observed. I was once again brought back to reality by the bell which Susan rang and this time Rani squatted down in front of her (much to Susan's relief and spreading her virginal lips she collected a full bottle of frothy steamy piss. I was kicking my self for not having moved faster, but I guessed I would have plenty of opportunities later.

Once again the bell rang and this time it was Dhamini. I stooped and held the bottle behind her but she called out, "Pissab" - (Urine) and I had to put the stool bottle down fumbled for the urine sample bottle and pushed passed Susan and her to the front separating her lips and held the bottle for her. Dhamini looked angry and humiliated at the same time. I guess she thought that if she tried to pee at that time Rani might have taken the sample drawing, She cringed at my touch and looked away. She felt like I was pawing her and I was. Her lips felt smooth and soft but strangely firm to the touch. As I held the bottle at the opening I took time to examine the opening and flipped her clitoris with my index finger to the left and then to the right. She involuntarily shuddered and jerked a little.

I guess Dhamini at some time decided to pee because the longer she took the longer I would be fondling her. So she fixed her gaze at the floor and mentally cut me off, concentrating on the job at hand. But even this did not work and it took a while before she could let out a trickle. Rani in the mean time had helped Susan of the commode and taken her to the washing line. The fat old woman by now had found another vacant place further down and another woman filled Susan's place. Dhamini by now had managed to fill the sample bottle, and I was practically cumming in my pants by now. Hands shaking with excitement I closed and sealed the bottle and returned behind her with the other bottle.

This time I knew what to do, but an ordeal of this kind of exposure was really too much for Dhamini. She now was literally groaning with shame and humiliation unable to now leave without creating some kind of scene and not wanting to further draw any attention to herself being naked. She forced herself to ring the bell and waited for me to place the bottle behind her. I now waited and watched her attempt this feat in front of me. First she let of a silent 'poop' which did not help quell but only furthered her embarrassment but she valiantly pressed on and finally managed a few small brown beads. This I presumed was enough and let her off. Sealing the bottle and holding it up to see the sample I felt it was dry and tumbled about the bottle like beans. Dhamini was standing now and waiting for me to give her permission to leave. I smiled at her but she pouted and refused to meet my eye. After examining the contents which was humiliating for her I nodded and let her go.

No sooner had she turned to leave another woman replaced her commode and smiling stupidly she shyly squatted down. I left to collect some more bottles and when I returned I asked her for her ID. She was a small woman and had a dark complexion. Her face was round but cheery and bright. Being short she had to spread her thighs as wide as she possibly could to reach the foot rests on either side. Unlike the others Susan and Dhamini she wore a pair of white canvas shoes that were normally provided by the estate management. Her hair was platted on both sides of her head and then tied across with a bright red nylon ribbon. Short as she was she had large breasts and they were literally bursting out of her cotton top. Otherwise I could see she had a neat trim figure with narrow hips and a sweet well rounded bottom. Her stomach was flat and her naval elongated and very small. She appeared to have trimmed her pubic hair and her cunt was cute and laid bare for all to see. Her clit however was large and looked like something out of 'Star Trek' alien character. It was ridged and looked incongruous compared to her otherwise petite appearance.

She blushed and smiled at me while I took a good look at her, but otherwise she wasn't as awkward as the other two. I felt compelled to reach out and touch her clit which was literally reaching out provocatively. But some how I restrained my self thinking the opportunity would present itself soon enough. As she sat there I asked her for her ID and filled out the required information - Name, Jaya Mandyakar and age 21 for the year 1988. Having marked both her bottles I sat down and waited. She smiled and looked away in embarrassment and tried to concentrate. Rani came up to me and told me that I should now leave her and wait some distance. This would make her (Jaya) feel more comfortable and rather than being watched all the time. Perhaps she may be able to let of some embarrassing gasses before she is ready to provide some sample. I nodded, turned and picked up the bottles giving Jaya a good look over and walked away.

Standing near the washing line, I watched the women washing themselves, I did not know it then but this too would be a duty that I would have to perform soon. Bells kept ringing but none of them were from Jaya. A good 15 minutes had passed and Jaya sat there spread-eagled without any sign of being able to perform. Another five minutes passed and Rani walked up to me asked, "Kya hooah?" (What happened?). I shrugged and pointed to Jaya who was still sitting there. She was not even aware that we were discussing her and continued to stare at the floor distantly.

Rani walked around the back of the commodes and approached Jaya who was completely unaware of her, and planted a resounding smack on her bottom which must have stung like hell. Jaya literally flew of the commode and now as realization of what had happened stood there rubbing her bottom blushing with a mixture of shame, anger, humiliation and surprise. Rani too seemed livid. Wagging her finger at Jaya she scolded her, and catching her by the ear dragged her to the store. By now I too was frozen not quite sure of what was happening. I followed Rani and Jaya into the store. Here Jaya was standing near the chair and sobbing. Her bottom was now a shade darker where she had been spanked. Rani was busily opening another packet of Suppositories.

When I walked in she turned to me and said, "Sahib, Jab Koi Ithni der kar raha hai, Ap ko report karna chahiya', Kareeb panch sow sample lena padege, aur aisa kabhi nahi hoga." (Sir, whenever someone is delaying you must report her. Around 500 samples have to be drawn today and at this rate we will never be able to achieve it.) Saying this she handed me the suppositories and said in Hindi so that Jaya understood, "Teen de do." (Give her three.) Jaya blushed and looked really sorry. Rani left the room. Turning to Jaya I told her to sit down gently. She looked confused but sat down. While I was tearing open the packet of suppositories the old man who by now I assumed was the cleaner, walked in.

Putting the broom into a closet and taking out a Mop he turned stood there and watched. I ignored him as I told Jaya who was now not comfortable with the sweeper watching her, to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. She did not seem to understand. The old man leapt into action as if waiting for the cue. He walked behind the chair and leaning over Jaya he grabbed her under her knees and lifted her legs so high that her knees were now pinning her shoulders back. She was completely exposed. Her clit now drooped to one side but still jutted out from between her cunt lips, beckoning me like a wrinkled old finger. Her cute bottom was now stretched and her anus was laid bare for all to see.

I was stupefied by the sight in front of me - My mind was racing, all I wanted to do was undo my fly and fuck her there and then. It was all I could do to concentrate on removing the suppository without squishing it out of shape. My fingers were now greasy and I bent down, and with my right hand I held her clit which wasn't at all necessary and lifted it up as if moving it out of the way. Jaya twitched and moaned with shame and humiliation. Clearly this was the first time she had been held like this by a younger boy, Gripping the arms of the chair and waiting for me to insert the capsule she seemed resigned to her fate. I took my time, holding the suppository at the rectal opening and slowly easing it in I could feel her tense at the icy contact.

Once it was in I massaged the opening with my finger and then followed it all the way in. Her clit by now was throbbing in my hand and all the fondling had by now hardened it a little. It stood up by itself like a little cock in my hand. Her cut too had become moist and was oozing a little fluid. This ran down the crack of her bottom and dripped on to the chair. She was not turned on but aroused and it seemed to embarrass her even more. The old man kept a firm grip on her while I removed my finger and took the next capsule. It took hold of her clit again and as I was about to insert the capsule the old man said, "Pura kursi maila kar rahi hai Sahib, Isko ghooma ke, peeche say daalo?" (The whole chair is getting soiled, shouldn't we turn her around and insert it from behind?) This was for me an interesting proposal, so I reluctantly let go of her clit and stood back.

Letting go of her legs the old man now more in command told Jaya to get up and turn around. Once she had done this he put one hand on her neck and bent her over till her head and shoulders were on the seat of the chair. As if this were not enough, he then lifted her right leg and placed her foot also on the seat as illustrated. This was amazing. I could view every thing and now not only was her anus open for examination her cunt was also now wide open. But only then did I realize what the old man wanted now that his hands were free he was able to assist me. Bending a little he cupped his hand over one of her cheeks, with his fingers grazing against her cunt lips and clit. Placing the other hand in the middle of her shoulder blades he held her down. I took this as my cue and reaching down fondled her cunt at will before I inserted the next suppository. She moaned and sobbed as I slowly withdrew my finger. I had to turn to pick up the last suppository but with the corner of my eye I could see the old man take the opportunity to fondle the clit. She twisted and shifted but in vain and when I turned back he let it go, but by now she was really wet and dripping. Fluids were flowing in little rivulets down the length of her clit and forming droplets at the end.

By now I was too far gone with my desires, Now not allowing for any modicum of dignity and further encouraged by the cleaner I reached down and with and restraint or feigning some reason fondled and examined her. She now knew what we were doing but in the position she was, she was helpless and only moaned in grief. Her cheery demure was lost and she looked decidedly unhappy now. Her anus now squeezed itself in intervals and her legs were buckling a little. Putting the third suppository against her rectum I pushed it in and this time instead of using my index finger I inserted my middle finger. As I entered I could hear her grunt and groan first with the entry of a larger finger and next with the humiliation of her current position. She felt full and by now the first two suppositories were doing their work giving her the need to expel the foreign intruder.

Once I had driven my finger up to the hilt I cupped my palm over her buttocks and wiggled my finger. Feeling around I could sense a few impacted pieces, and normally this would have disgusted me, but this time I was strangely delighted and was almost excited at the prospect of being able to humiliate this woman further.

Retaining my finger I motioned the old man to let her go and allowed her to stand up. Now with my finger firmly lodged up her rear I put my other arm around the front and stroking her pussy upwards I pretended to be concerned and comforting. In an almost cooing voice I told her not to worry and that it would all be over now. I the guided her out of the store with my finger still stuck up her behind and feeling the rotation of her buttocks as she walked. Moved to one of the commodes being vacated and helped her up on to it. Nothing could have been worse for her now. The walk from the store was halted and she kept trying to expel the finger. Almost pleading with me to take it out with her expression and tears.

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