Svetlana, Lisa, and Clarissa enter the exam room, their bodies bared and vulnerable. The cold, sterile air stings their skin, and they shiver, goosebumps prickling their arms. Three identical examination tables stand in a row, each equipped with knee stirrups and velcro "security straps." The girls waste no time, climbing onto the tables and positioning themselves for the mandatory pelvic exams.

Their legs rest in the stirrups, straps securing them in place, leaving them exposed and utterly humiliated. The cold metal beneath them adding to the degradation. The weekly exams are not only a medical necessity but also a tool to break them, a punishment for their misdeeds. As they lay there, the girls exchange worried glances, attempting to comfort each other with hushed whispers.

Svetlana, a tall, slender brunette, is the first to be examined. Dr. Stein, the stern, unfriendly male doctor, enters the room, his gaze filled with misogyny and disdain. Svetlana introduces herself, her voice barely audible.

"Thorough pelvic exam," she requests, her tone hesitant. Dr. Stein merely nods, his cold, unfeeling eyes scrutinizing her body.

The examination begins, and Svetlana grits her teeth, biting back a whimper as the pain and discomfort wash over her. Dr. Stein, uncaring, does not use lubrication jelly, his rough, cold fingers invading her most intimate spaces. She tries to remain still, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, her breath hitching as he makes derogatory remarks about her body.

Despite the unpleasant sensations, Svetlana finds herself growing aroused, her body betraying her. She fights to control her reactions, lest the doctor realize and take advantage of her vulnerability.

Once the examination is complete, Svetlana is left lying in the stirrups, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the intrusive exam. After a few minutes, she is finally allowed to leave the table, her dignity in tatters.

Lisa, a petite blonde, is next. Her fear is palpable, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She, too, asks for a thorough pelvic exam, her voice quavering. The examination is just as painful and uncomfortable as the one before, but Lisa manages to keep her reactions in check, her body tense and rigid.

Finally, it's Clarissa's turn. The curvy redhead is visibly anxious, her eyes wide and darting around the room. She requests her exam, her voice barely above a whisper. Dr. Stein, once again, complies without a word, his touch just as cold and impersonal as before. Clarissa bites her lip, trying to stifle her moans as he probes her, her body responding despite her best efforts.

When the examination is over, Clarissa is left lying in the stirrups, her body flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She, too, must remain in position for several minutes before being allowed to leave the table, her body spent and her spirit crushed.

As the girls leave the exam room, they are left to ponder the true purpose of these weekly exams. Are they truly for their health, or are they a tool to break them down, to remind them of their place in this cold, unfeeling institution?

Only time will tell, but for now, the girls can do little but endure, their bodies and minds forever changed by the reformatory's pelvic exams.