The table itself seemed unusually narrow, but the placement of the knee supports was wide, and they opened me to the limit. The upper portion of the table was elevated at a moderate angle and I lay back and rested my head, pretty well resigned to my fate. I thought I might as well cooperate as much as possible, since he clearly had the upper hand. It was not as if this was going to be my first pelvic exam. "Could you help me move down, Doctor?"

His hands and arms seemed very strong. Instead of pulling me or sliding me, he lifted me by my hips, and placed my bottom so my crotch was well beyond the end of the table. It felt like my knee supports were carrying most of my weight. Now only my head and shoulders were elevated, but it was enough to let me look comfortably into my fully exposed crotch.

I had failed at first to notice the straps. There was one attached to each knee support, and the doctor promptly fastened one and then the other, securing my knees in position. With my bottom in space, there was no way I could have lifted my legs out of the supports, even without the straps - even if I had wanted to. (Perhaps a younger person might have managed to do it.) While I was contemplating this, the doctor retrieved two loose ends of a broad strap dangling at either side of the narrow table. He placed my arms at my sides and secured the restraint across my abdomen, capturing my forearms at the elbows. He seemed to be ignoring my new spirit of cooperation.

I was staring at my exposed privates. I had assumed he would examine my genitals, but I noticed how conveniently the plug in my bottom was now situated. It seemed like my anus was turned toward the sky Oh well, I'd just have to wait and see.

I was getting very tired and decided to rest my eyes. I heard the doctor walk to the other side of the room, and I heard sounds which assured me he was preparing the instruments he would use for my examination. I knew my vulva was wet and slippery, but I felt like I wanted to put a finger there, just to check. Oh, no. My arms were captured by the wide leather strap across my abdomen. I tried to slide one arm out, but without being able to move my elbows out from my body I could only slide my arm a couple of inches.

The vibrator was starting to get on my nerves, and I called to the doctor. "What about something to make me relax, Doctor? - - maybe at least a muscle relaxer?"

"I want you to be alert, Teresa. We need your heart and your breathing and your pelvic muscles to remain at fulll strength. I'd like to see how you perform under normal conditions. I opened my eyes as the doctor wheeled up the cart with my instruments. He placed a small stool at the end of the table, but remained standing. "I'd like to see how the bottom is progressing."

I thought I had lost all the feeling there, but when he rotated the plug there was just a quick, sharp pain. Then I felt an even pressure.

"This will hurt you when it comes out, but only for a moment."

Actually, it barely hurt - perhaps because I was glad about having it come out. It was bigger around than I had expected. I really hadn't seen it when it went in, because I was bent over the desk at the time, and only knew that it hurt. The doctor now applied more lubricant and penetrated me with his finger. It felt soothing in a way - maybe a slight tickle. "This feels quite good, Teresa. You're in good shape." He inserted two fingers, and they seemed to go in easily. He worked them slowly in and out, and then a bit faster. "Does this bother you?"

"No, Doctor, it feels fine."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I'm okay. - Better than when I was on the desk." I watched as he slowly entered me with three fingers. I could definitely feel the pressure, but I wouldn't exactly say it was killing me.

"How are we now?"

"Just go slow, okay?" He put them all the way in and then kept them still for a while. With his other hand, he began an introductory appraisal of my pussy. It was slippery, as I knew it would be, and his fingers easily found and evaluated all my important features. He entered my vagina and pressed through it against the three fingers that were up my ass. Then he stimulated my clit while he slowly began moving the three fingers in and out of my bum.

"I want to have a good look into your rectum, my dear. Are we still doing alright?"

"Yes, Doctor, but I'm about at the limit. I hope you're not going to hurt me too much. I think it would be better if you could give me something."

"We'll see."

He carefully removed the three fingers, and then lubricated some type of speculum I'd never seen before. "What's that, Doctor?"

"This won't hurt, my dear. Just be patient and try to relax." We may want to do this in another position, but I think this will work out just fine for you."

I noticed that the metal instrument had a light and a cord attached to it, as well as some knobs and small levers. It felt really cold going into me, but the first shock quickly wore off. I was able to watch while the shiny metal slowly plunged deeper between my legs, until it was fully inserted. Then the doctor began turning the screw to once again expand my poor anus.

"Doctor, that's far enough!"

"Yes, Teresa, we're almost there."

"No - No! That's it. No more, please!" The doctor sat down on the stool and moved very close. He was quiet for awhile as he looked through into my rectum.

"This is fine, my dear - perfect - just as it should be. I think we'll be able to continue a bit."

He proceded to relieve the pressure that ws pressing outward against the sphincter muscle, and he carefully remove the speculum. Then he lubricated a large cylindrical metal object which had a rounded end and progressively larger diameters, arranged in steps. The small end slipped easily into me, and the doctor proceded to advance it slowly.

"Look at me, Teresa. Keep your eyes open."

He continued opening me until I could feel the tears in my eyes.

"Okay, let's just relax for a few minutes."

There were only a couple inches of the thing left sticking out of me. I closed my eyes, and after a minute or two the pain went away. Still I had a feeling that next day I was going to be really sore. The doctor kept quite for a while, but I could feel him poking around in my pussy. I was no longer feeling pain - only a sort of numbness.

"Teresa, your organs are very nicely formed."

"What?" I opened my eyes again.

"I'm just telling you that all of your parts are well formed."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's nothing to worry about. I was just paying you a compliment."

"Oh? Thank you, Doctor. That's just what God gave me."

"Actually, quite perfect - except one of the minor labia extends downward a bit farther than the other one - the one on the right - perhaps a centimeter or so. Haven't you noticed?"

"Not really. I don't look at myself. My first husband might have mentioned it."

"The color of the smaller labia is quite beautiful - like the color of black raspberries. And the form is very discreet - firm, but pliable. The same is true of the clitoris. Everything is just the right size. Ample but not excessive."

"I suppose you've seen all types, Doctor."

"Oh, yes. Some are undeveloped. You have to bring out the clitoris. And there are no lips at all. There's no beauty. The vagina looks as if it's drawn with an eyebrow pencil. And then there are others which are just flaps of loose flesh - and pendulous clitori."

"You must really suffer."

"No - not at all. There are plenty of beautiful ones - and each a little different. Do you like other women?"

"Sometimes I think about it."

I never grow tired of them."

"Aren't you going to look at my cervix, Doctor?"

"I find your vagina a little slack. Have you considered exercises?"

"I'm afraid I'm over the hill. I don't know, sir. I don't think they'd help. - Are you finished with my bottom?"

"I'm going to measure the opening of your vagina."

"Why do you have me strapped in?"

"You may change your mind about this."

"I don't think my vagina will hurt as much as my bottom, Doctor. Do you?"

"We'll open you slowly, my dear. You've had children. You know how it works."

"But I'm not going to run away, sir. I don't think I need the straps."

"You're not done yet, Teresa."

"What do you mean?"

"You may become a bit animated before we're through with you."

The doctor had something like a very large egg on the end of a handle. He lubricated it and started it between my lips. It was probably more tapered than a egg, because it began quite easily. "Look at me, Teresa." He turned the egg from side to side as he opened me. There was some pain as it continued to enter, but I found myself looking forward to it. It seemed mild after what my anus had experienced. In no time I felt the largest point pass, as my own muscles now pulled it deeper. The doctor helped the egg find its way to my cervix and pressed gently against it. Then he slowly withdrew, pulling with enough force to breach the outer muscles once again. He plunged it into me three more times, and with each passing of the egg in and out I found the force of the violation more pleasurable.

The next intrusion would come from something that was shaped more like a cartridge - that is, the bullet from a gun - only a very very big gun. It had two diameters - big and bigger.

"No, Doctor. This isn't going to work."

"Of course it is, my dear."

He lubricated the bullet and put even more lube inside me. The smaller end was comfortably tapered and it entered me easily. I could see that the large end had a lip, or ring around it, which I supposed was to keep it from passing too far and being swallowed up inside me. He slowly pushed it into me until it was beginning to stretch me to the limit. "Wait a minute, Doctor, just let me catch my breath."

He continued the slow pressure. "We're almost to the first mark, Teresa, you'll be alright."

"No, it's too much. I can't." He continued. The pain was constant, but it didn't seem to be getting any worse.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Teresa?"

"I don't understand. You're killing me."

"Shall I continue? - Or should we see if we can make some progress with the other instrument?"

"You mean the one in my ass? - No, Doctor. I - I - This will be alright."

"Yes, I think this is better for the moment. I want you to relax for awhile. We've reached the first mark. After you've had your first orgasm, we'll be able to continue on."

"What first orgasm?"

"This will relax you, my dear. It will help the muscles to adjust."

"My God, I'm plugged in both ends. What am I supposed to do?"

"You won't have to do a thing, young lady - unless there's something you'd like to tell me."

"No, there's not." He began to play with my clit, and it sent a little shiver through my pelvic area.

Every few seconds I could feel a muscle twitch in some secret place, and I began to be conscious of my bottom. I instinctively tightened my ass muscles, and it felt very strange. The doctor plugged in a very large vibrator and held it against the dildo that was sticking out of my butt. Jeez! I don't know. It seemed for a minute like I was going to die. It was different from anything I'd ever felt before.

"I think you're a very healthy woman, Teresa. I know I can help you with some exercises for your vagina. There's no reason to let it go just because you've put on a few years."

"Can you just shut up, Doctor? - for a minute?" He was starting to do me with a powerful little vibrator, touching only the very heart of me. "Teresa, this is the way a clitoris is supposed to be. It's exactly perfect - just big enough and firm enough so you can work with it - and it's very responsive." I closed my eyes for a moment. God, what he was doing was so good. I could feel no other touching - nothing to tell me this was happening between my legs. My clit was somewhere else - in my brain - only in my brain. And at this moment it was all of my brain. The pleasure became more intense, more focused in that one imaginary spot. It was excruciating. I knew I was going to scream any second.