Moritz tried to reassure his best friend again: "There's going to be a bit more water in your butt now, the soap from earlier has to be rinsed out properly". Chiara only replied by moaning that she couldn't stand any more liquid. "It's squeezing so much in the back and the tube is going in deeper and deeper, it's pinching my ass!" squealed the naked patient in her awkward position. The unpleasant procedure continued for several more minutes - more and more clear water ran from the enema bag through the tube and the long intestinal pipe directly into Chiara's ass. Her anus and small buttocks seemed to clutch the long and thin intruder, and the young woman had no choice but to tolerate the foreign object in her butthole. From time to time she moved her knees and abdomen back and forth restlessly, but Moritz managed to stop her with an experienced grip on her abdomen. After another ten minutes, which was agonising for the girl, Maria slowly withdrew the intestinal tube from her bottom. Chiara's stomach was visibly swollen again, which caused her discomfort. Her bowel had to absorb even more fluid than during the first enema with the soap solution. The "cleansing" rinsing of her higher intestinal areas knew no mercy - even the tiniest bit of faeces had to be rinsed out of Chiara's bottom for the upcoming examination by the gynaecologist. "Don't push under any circumstances, I'll pull the tube out. Then you can stand up slowly and go straight to the bucket and let it all out," said the doctor's assistant. "Now you've done the worst," Moritz whispered in her ear and stroked her buttock encouragingly, "now empty it out again and let everything out that's in there." Chiara wasn't thinking anymore, she was just working, she wanted to finally get the water out of her ass.

With wet eyes and a few quick steps, she walked to the metal bucket and sat down on the seat above it. "Ahhhhhh", Chiara closed her eyes, clenched her fists and forced open her butthole, which simply could no longer withstand the great pressure - with a loud splashing sound, the 21-year-old emptied herself into the bucket she had used before. However, emptying in front of Maria and Moritz had not become any less unpleasant. The naked patient was ashamed to poo in a bucket in front of them and to have lost control of her sphincter. At the same time, some air audibly escaped from Chiara's butt, which of course did not escape Moritz's notice. He gently stroked a sweaty strand of hair from his best friend's glowing face and lightly kneaded her shoulders again. "Relax your butthole and let it all out," he whispered in her ear. Meanwhile, Maria had already prepared some wet wipes and handed them to the still embarrassed patient: "You can use these to freshen up down there quickly, you're about to go to Dr Sanchez in the examination chair. When you've finished, get up and I'll have another look at the results of your enemas".

Relieved, the 21-year-old stood up from the bucket with shaky legs. Maria took a look at her patient's faeces and was extremely satisfied: "Great, that looks good, you seem to be completely clean at the back, there's no more faecal residue in there. We usually rinse our patients until nothing brown comes out, as I said, you can't go into the examination chair with a dirty bottom. But now you're ready, you've done all the preparations and we can now go over to the examination room, where you'll take a seat on the gynaecological chair and then the doctor will start the rectal examination!".

Moritz translated the announcement again for his best friend - so now it was finally getting serious. In a few moments, Chiara would have to present herself stark naked on a gynaecological chair to a foreign doctor in a foreign country - with her arse on a platter for all kinds of examinations in and through her anus.

Maria quickly tidied up the preparation room and put the metal bucket with Chiara's faeces to one side. In the meantime, the patient had sat down exhausted with her bare bottom on the couch where her temperature had been taken, an anal speculum had been inserted into her bottom, a faecal sample had been taken and two large enemas had been administered. Her rosette felt irritated, especially from the intestinal tubes.

"Well, let's not dawdle too long and show our patient the examination room where the gynaecologist will carry out all the necessary examinations. You can both come with us," said Maria and opened the door to the adjoining room. Moritz caught a glimpse of the large room on the doorstep before the frightened Chiara. The completely white-tiled examination room was relatively large, but looked very cool and sterile despite the heat with its white tiles. The blinds on the windows were lowered. There wasn't much in the way of furnishings in the room - the almost monstrous-looking gynaecological chair in the middle of the room, which was covered in leather and seemed to be getting on in years, immediately caught the eye. The leather already looked a little worn, the leg rests were made of metal and also made a very cool impression. Two buckles were attached to each of the two leg rests, which were obviously there to secure the patient in them. Compared to a German gynaecological practice, you could definitely say that it was an outdated model that was waiting for the 21-year-old. Next to the gynaecological chair were several roll-out drawers and shelves, presumably containing utensils for a gynaecological examination. A fairly large and individually adjustable LED lamp stretched upwards next to it, which could be directed at individual parts of the patient's body as required. The sparse and old-fashioned-looking examination room was completed by a cast-iron washbasin, a fan on the ceiling and various posters. There was also an old examination couch on one side of the room.

When Chiara stood at the door to the examination room, she got goose bumps all over her body. While her body was still so hot inside during the ordeal of the enema, a chill spread through her body at the sight of the monstrous gynaecological chair on which she was about to sit with her bare arse. Maria noticed the young patient's hesitation and fear - she gave her a good slap on her buttock and pushed her into the room quite firmly: "Yes, the girls always get goose bumps all over their bodies at the sight of this. I can understand that, it's only at this point that it becomes real that you have to spread your legs on the gynaecological chair and the doctor is working on your most intimate orifices with his equipment. We'll prepare everything now and position you. Hop hop, don't be shy, you can walk to the chair, I'll just put a piece of paper over it as a seat cover". A few seconds later, Maria rolled a typical paper pad over the leather of the gynaecological chair, but it didn't make it any less scary. Chiara was frightened and walked slowly across the cold tiles towards the examination chair.

With every step, her bare feet stuck to the sterile tiles, reminding her at every little moment that she was still stark naked and would probably remain so for the time being. With every step, the chair came closer and the fear grew. Even when she visited the gynaecologist in Germany, this trip to the chair didn't give her much pleasure, but today was a whole different ball game. Today it wasn't her vagina, but her arse. Hesitantly, the 21-year-old sat down on the seat and moved her bum far back so that she could lean against it.

Moritz watched his best friend walk to the gynaecological chair with great excitement. "Her legs will soon be in the bowls and she'll be perfectly positioned for all kinds of examinations when the large lamp highlights her tight bumhole," thought Moritz. He had positioned himself right next to the chair so that he could continue to follow the patient's positioning up close. "Most girls are always a bit embarrassed about the hurdle of putting their legs in the bowls and getting everything nice and free. I'll help you," Maria announced and grabbed Chiara's left leg and then her right leg and placed them in the leg rests. Chiara squealed with fright, not only because of the relatively rough handling, but also because of the coldness of the chrome leg restraints she felt on her lower legs. With a flick of the wrist, Maria took the two buckles on the leg restraints, placed them around Chiara's lower legs and secured the young patient's legs. Chiara then straightened her upper body from the seat and protested: "Hey, what are you doing? Why is she tying me tightly in the leg restraints! Isn't that what my gynaecologist does?". Moritz tried again to calm his best friend down and, after a brief consultation with Maria, explained to her in English that it is standard practice in Peru to restrain the legs during gynaecological examinations in order to prevent any disruptive movements during the examination and to keep the patient in a calm position. The 21-year-old restlessly jerked her legs back and forth in the trays, but it was no use - she was now trapped in an old model of gynaecological chair.

"That's already worked, now I'll get you and your bum into position and then we can get started with the detailed examination of your rectum. Please slide your bum forwards until your bumhole touches my thumb here at the front," the doctor's assistant asked. She had positioned her thumb at the very edge of the seat so that Chiara's open bum cheeks moved towards her hand the further she moved forwards. Bit by bit, the girl moved her abdomen further forwards on the chair until she almost felt like she was going to fall off the gynaecological chair. She already knew this feeling from her gynaecologist in Germany, when he always positioned her on the chair during her routine examinations and she had to slide her bottom far forward so that her arse hung in the air and her buttocks opened all by themselves. It was the same here. After a few movements, she felt Maria's thumb on her rear end and flinched, startled.

"Yes, that's enough," Maria said. She moved the gynaecological chair slightly upwards so that Chiara's bottom could now be at eye level with the person sitting on the rolling stool provided. "To make sure your bum hole is easily accessible, we always raise the leg rests slightly during rectal examinations on the gynaecological chair so that your legs are bent even more and point towards your breasts. Don't stretch, I'm going to adjust the leg rests now and spread them even wider, which will open your buttocks completely so that your anus is exposed," Maria announced. In fact, the adjustment of the leg restraints had the desired effect and left Moritz with a more than powerful image: poor Chiara was lying stark naked and immobilised in a sterile tiled examination room on an old-fashioned gynaecological chair - with her legs spread wide and steeply apart, her knees pointing towards her chest. Her pink sphincter and vagina were more than prominently on display for any observer to see and were automatically spread by the positioning of her legs.

With a glowing head, Chiara looked around the room and also saw some ageing posters that caught her attention until Maria broke through her thoughts with her voice. "So, now everything is ready, you're perfectly positioned for your bottom examination. I'm going to go into another room now. You two will wait here for the doctor, that will take a few more minutes, but you'll pass the time. You're lying comfortably and you can't run away either, so we'll have to wait," Maria remarked with a sardonic grin.