I wait naked on the cold plastic chair as I watch women being called back and new ones come in. I soon forget about my own nakedness as I watch the different body types move about the busy government building.

I’ve heard about this place but this is my first time inside and it’s honestly even worse than I would’ve expected. Through the service windows I can also see fully naked women being lead handcuffed around the other side of the building. What is the obsession with forcing us to be naked around here?

Before my thoughts can take me much further I hear a gruff female voice, “Kathryn Claiborne for intake physical!”

I look up and see a large woman in the have blue government scrubs standing in the doorway. Gulping, I stand up and slowly walk towards her.

She waves “Come along, quickly now!”

I scurry through the door to see some scales, a nurses station and a few curtained areas with exam tables. Theres a girl on the scale with a temperature probe stuck up her butt, the coiled cord trailing up to the box on the wall.

I gasp as the nurse motions for me to hop on the scale. I do so and soon feel the cold greasy temp probe poking at my bottom hole as the nurse shoves it in. Now I look just like the girl next to me. We briefly make eye contact as we glance over at each other at the same time, but quickly look away again.

The other girls thermometer beeps and her nurse swiftly removes it and guides her off the scale and away. Shortly after, I recieve the same treatment. The thermometer is removed leaving a greasy residue between my cheeks and the nurse guides me by the arm to a curtained area. I’m instructed to take a seat on the exam table where she measures my blood pressure.

“Very well,” she says simply as she removes the Velcro cuff. “Lay all the way back and feet in the stirrups.”

I give pause. I really have to get into the stirrups? There is almost no privacy as the curtain is open and several people walk by every minute.

“You’d be wise to comply with your medical Miss Claiborne. We can add to your sentence with the press of a button,” she scolds me like an errant child.

Mortified, I lay back on the table. It’s completely flat, not tilted up like at my gyno office so I’m looking at the ceiling as my feet are guided into the stirrups. She moves them wide apart so my knees are bent back and I’m spread open very wide.

“Yes just like that,” she says seeming satisfied. “A doctor will come in to complete your medical exam.” And with that she leaves the curtained cubicle presumably to bring back another woman.

I’m left spread eagle alone in the bustling health center. I do hear some crying and pleading but mostly just the sounds of quiet compliance.

I try to let my mind wander far away from this place but I can’t seem to place myself anywhere else. 20 minutes pass, then 30. It is probably 45 minutes and my legs are beginning to cramp when the doctor makes his way in. He’s middle aged, balding and fat with a white coat and stethoscope. He doesn’t greet me or introduce himself, simply verifies my name and date of birth.

He comes close to me and puts the stethoscope in his ears. He plants it deep into my left breast. “Breathe normally,” he says as he moves it up above my breast. I try to do as he says, but I know my breathing is more rapid than normal as he continues to move the stethoscope across my chest occasionally brushing my nipples. Next he moves down and begins listening to my belly. He again says nothing as he listens to the gurgling of my stomach in all 4 quadrants while I still lay naked in the stirrups. I wonder why they felt it necessary to position me like this for the entirety of the exam?

Finally he moves down again with the stethoscope and places it in my groin area right up against my pubic hair. After listening for a while there, he nods and places the stethoscope back around his neck. He comes back up to my side and takes hold of my breasts. One in each hand and squeezes them a few times. Not a true breast exam but more like how someone would squeeze a bicycle horn. Then he takes my nipples between his thumb and index finger knuckle and tugs, stretching them out and letting them go. The entire thing is bizarre but all I can do is lay and watch.

Just as I dreaded he walks down and takes position between my legs. I can hear the snap of some rubber gloves and his hands on my outer labia. “Hmmmm,” is all he says as he begins combing through the whispy curls of my pubes.

I hear the cap of a tube open as he squirts some line on his fingers before unceremoniously sliding two fat fingers into my vagina and one up my rectum.

“Oh!” I cry out as he wiggles them around making a squelching noise with the lube. He actually doesn’t spend long there and I wonder if there’s even any point in this exam or if he’s just going through the motions so I can be cleared for punishments.

He removes his hand from inside me and turns around, stripping the exam gloves off before exiting the cubicle.

I’m left still in the stirrups, my pubes matted with lubricant wondering what will happen now. My questions are soon answered as a young pretty nurse again in the regulation blue scrubs comes in the room.

Like the others, she doesn’t greet me or introduce herself. She just removes the brakes on the wheels of the exam table and takes up position at the head of the table rolling it away from the wall and through the curtained cubicle out into the main area while I’m still in the stirrups!

“Wait, where are we going!?” I demand as I’m brought out into view of everyone in the health center.

“I have to take you down for shaving and scrubbing,” she tells me, annoyed as we begin the processional down the back hallway to a room marked “Shave and Prep”. Now to see what new indignities await me….