"Ok Beth, I want you face down on the exam table now and open your legs for me. I want you to bend your knees and place your feet together, that's it, just like you are doing a swimming stroke.

I need full access to both your vagina and your bottom because we are going to assess your pelvic floor muscle tone at the same time as I give you your other shots"

As she listened to his instructions and moved into the position, Beth had almost forgotten about the throbbing pain that was in both of her arms until he mentioned that more shots were coming. The first part of his sentence definitely caught her attention and she watched with a mixture of curious interest, excitement and apprehension as Ben moved round the treatment room, opening various drawers and cupboards and laying the items out on the shiny metal trolley.

He selected a curious looking machine with switches and wires from the cupboard and placed it on the trolley. Then, from a drawer, he began gathering various different plastic probes and plugs, each with two metal plates set into the plastic. Lastly, he added a pump dispenser which Beth noticed was labeled 'conductive gel'. He set all of the items on the trolley along side the machine.

Beth didn't know what to be more nervous about, the probes and devices that were obviously destined for her body cavities or the fact that Ben was now gathering several large syringes, some pre-loaded, some with separate vials of medicine that Ben would fill himself. She counted the syringes and as the tally increased, and her awareness of the exact number dawned in her mind, Beth felt the blood drain from her face and a nervous tingle shoot down her legs.

Her position on the exam table certainly wasn't helping her growing feelings of unease. Her bottom was tilted rudely upwards and now, even more so as the doctor had placed a pillow under her hips so that her rear was tilted at an even greater angle, thrusting her bottom up towards him, her vagina and anal opening as exposed and vulnerable as they could possibly be.

Ben had moved to her side now and was uncapping a bottle of surgical spirit. The strong clinically pungent smell permeated the air as he liberally drenched a large wad of cotton wool and then began thoroughly cleansing the upper outer areas of her bottom with the cold liquid in preparation for the multiple intramuscular injections he would be giving her during this phase of her treatment.

Finally, everything was prepared and he was ready to begin.