This story starts with a girl who is 19 years old and very innocent. I was raised in an extremely religious home, and my exposure to sex and the human body was limited.

Growing up in the 50's and 60's, was a great experience. I was lucky enough to have good parents and a happy functional family. I attended church and school regularly and my social life was clean and pure.

By the time I was 19 years I was engaged to the first boy I had ever dated. He was a sweet man, who although he was three years my senior, was only a little bit more worldly than I was at the time.

As our wedding date approached he told me to go to my doctor and ask for birth control pills. It may seem odd to anyone who wasn't raised in a strict home, but I was only 19 and still did not know how to have sex. My mother told me that marriage would be a connection between man and woman, but she did not tell me what would connect with what!

My boyfriend had been as protective of my innocence as my parents were. Thus, I had assumed our necking and passionate kisses were about the extent of it. I had not as yet discovered my sexuality.

On the day of my doctors appointment, I bathed and prepared for the usual examination. I had no idea what was in store for me.

When I arrived at the doctor's office I was nervous, and was grateful to see that the nurse was someone familiar. She took me to the back exam room and told me to disrobe and put on the paper gown. She allowed me the privacy to perform this duty and then returned to take my vitals. She weighed me and took my blood pressure and temperature, then told me to climb up on the table and await the doctor.

Moments later my doctor entered the room, and in his cocky and friendly manor he began to chat about my reasons for wanting birth control.

"So you are getting married…" he said with a glint in his eye. "You do know what this means don't you?"

"Uhm I think so I replied."

He chuckled and asked me then, "Are you a virgin?"

I thought about it and said, "Yes I think I am."

Dr. Green thought this was funny and started to laugh. "Honey," he said, "If you don't know whether you are a virgin or not, you are marrying the wrong guy!"

I could feel my face turn red and I hung my head. The doctor approached me at the table and reach up to the shoulders on my paper gown and tore them. When the paper dropped I grabbed it quickly to cover myself, but he laughed and said to let it fall so he could see my breasts. He stood back and just looked for a long while, then he commented about how pink my nipples were and how nice it was to see large breasts that were not sagging. Before I could recover my senses I found his hand was caressing my left breast and he was looking intently into my eyes.

"Don't be embarrassed by your body Karen, it is beautiful and it is meant to be seen and adored."

His touch was soft and he lingered at the job of breast examination. He asked me to lay down on the table and raise my arm over my head, then he resumed his journey over my breasts. Just before he finished he let his thumb brush briefly over the nipples and smirked when they became aroused.

Using both hands he traveled down my ribcage slowly, pushing the paper gown as he went. His fingers squeezed my hips as he neared my pubic area, then he used his finger tips to poke and probe my abdomen. He watched my face carefully for a reaction, and when I closed my eyes, He requested I open them again so he could see any changes in my expression.

My expression could not have come close to showing the amount of fear and humiliation I was feeling. When my face would feel hot with blushing, he would chuckle and when I would roll my eyes in an attempt to evade his smirking face he would command me to look at him again. This was torture and the worse part was that I had NO idea what he was going to do next or why he was doing it, and no idea what was right or wrong in the examination. He had a complete innocent on his table and he knew it!

After adjusting the stirrups he approached me again and helped me to put my feet into the pads. I was shaking by this point and crying a little. "What are you going to do ?" I asked but he told me to lay back and relax.

"It will be over soon, little one." he said, "And if you relax it will go faster and easier for you."

He came around to the side of the table and pulled some instruments and a pair of gloves from the drawer in the table. As he dawned the gloves he was looking at me again with that little smirk and watching my face for a reaction. "Does your boyfriend touch you down there between your legs ?" he asked.

I gasped and told him no of course not, that we are not married and would never do anything so intimate!

When he returned to the foot of the table he stepped up between my legs and pulled the paper drape completely off.

What was he going to do? I had never been naked in front of another person since I was a child and I shivered and tried to find my composure. It never occurred to me to object to this exposure or to anything the doctor did to me that day. After all he was the Doctor and he knew what he was doing. Sobbing a little, I drew in my breath and found the courage to draw my eyes back to him as he stood there waiting. Somehow I knew he would not continue until I was once again looking at him.

I could see his face as he leered at my most private place. "Such lovely blonde hair you have here." He was stroking my pubic hair lightly as he ran a finger down the crack, touching me. I felt a jolt in my privates and was confused as to what I was feeling. I wanted him to stop but I also wanted to feel more. As he sat down on his stool he drew it up between my legs and used both hands to reach up and push my knees apart as far as they would go.

I was mortified! He could now see all of me. I knew this because I could feel the cold air on my vaginal lips and on my rear opening. The next thing I felt was the cool gel he was rubbing into my slit. Using his fingers he spread open the labia and looked at me, grinning at me when he had seen enough. This man was enjoying this and he liked to see my discomfort the most.

"Very nice," he crooned and then he started to rub my lips with the gel. I was feeling aroused just like I did when my boyfriend and I kissed, but I was not prepared for what came next. Dr. Green held the lips open as he used his finger to invade my vagina. Slowly his finger moved around and around, searching and moving in and out. He removed the finger, and I relaxed only to feel him re enter me with two fingers and push a little harder. I screamed as he reached my hymen and he backed off and said, "My dear, you are still a virgin.". Why he laughed at this is a mystery to me. Why was it so funny that he was humiliating a virgin?

When Dr. Green pulled his fingers out of my vagina I foolishly thought it was going to be all over, but my ordeal was only starting and I was soon to learn that there was more humiliation to come. The doctor lifted his right hand and showed me that he was applying more KY gel, then his eyes twinkled as he asked me if I had regular bowel movements. I blushed deeply and said yes, so he would not ask me any more embarrassing questions.

I held my breath as I felt his left hand spread my bottom cheeks and expose me. Using the lubricated finger of his right hand he began to apply gel to my anus in small slow circles, pressing a little harder each time. I shrieked as I felt his finger push into the rectum and he withdrew. "You will have to relax, in order for me to examine you properly." He said with a firm and commanding tone. "Be a good girl now and push out like you are going to go poo, OK? Trust me it will help."

As his finger approached my hole again he told me to push, and when I didn't he used his left hand on my stomach and said firmly, "Push or I will have to do something you are not going to like!"

This was the last straw, I was terrified of what that something would be so I pushed and felt his finger slip into my rectum, slick and slippery. Dr. Green held his finger still as he stood up and leaned on my leg in the stirrup, looking at my face and whispering softly. "Its OK, the hard part is over, relax and enjoy this."

The Doctor then started to talk to me about his wife and his vacation, still wearing that awful smirk that I was beginning to hate. He still hand his finger in my bottom and was wiggling it around from time to time, pulling it out almost all the way and then pushing it in fast. Each time he pushed I groaned and felt a rush of intense pleasure! I now know that Dr. Green knew what he was doing, and he was enjoying his little game. He was deliberately trying to stimulate me anally and my body was giving in to his fingers.

Just when I thought things could not get worse they did!! There was a knock at the door and Dr. Green called out....."Come in!"

How could he have done this to me? I was crying softly by now and had to wipe my tears before I could see who was entering the door. It was the young doctor who shared Dr. Greens practice. My doctor said, "Come in Henry and talk to me while I finish with Karen's Examination. Karen doesn't mind, do you?" As he spoke Dr. Green emphasized his words with his finger in my bottom. I wanted to die.

My body was on fire with all sorts of feelings I could not explain! I was blushing furiously with humiliation and embarrassment. Never before had any man touched me in this most intimate way and never before had I been seen naked by anyone, not even my doctor. Now here I was not only naked but with my private places exposed to my doctor and his colleague, who I knew only as Henry but Dr. Green, still had his finger inserted in my bottom as he spoke to his friend and he did not seem to think this was unusual. He manipulated my rectum from time to time, moving his finger about as he talked to Henry about his day and his plans for the evening.

As the doctor spoke to him, Henry looked into my eyes with a wicked smile. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort and then reached he reached over to stroke my breast, speaking softly as he did, reassuring me while at the same time holding my eyes with his.

I felt trapped. After all, these men were doctors and I was only a patient and a young girl at that. What did I know? NOTHING!! and that was the problem. Today I would never have allowed this to occur, but at that time I was innocent of all protocol in a medical exam and innocent of any sexual behavior.

I was not going to remain innocent however, these two men had plans for me. Dr. Green began to chuckle has he removed his finger from me and moved aside slipping his hand up my thigh as he spoke to Henry. "Would you take a look at this patient for me? I am almost sure I felt something in that exam and I would like your opinion?"

Without saying a word Henry dawned a pair of gloves and moved into position. I was in a near state of panic as I realized that a stranger was going to touch me and look at me. I was crying now and Dr. Green placed the palm of his hand over my mound, rubbing softly in circles as he whispered reassurances to me. My groin began to burn with pleasure and I was feeling wetness dripping out of me. What was happening to me? Henry touched my vaginal lips lightly and spread them wide, his eyebrows arching up as he told his pal to observe the secretions I was making. They both found this amusing!

My mind was whirling as I tried to think what would happen next, and what was the purpose of all of this? I was not prepared for the brutal invasion of my rectum as Henry forced two fingers inside of me. His hands were large and the fingers were thick. I screamed with pain as Dr. Green grabbed my shoulders and told me to be quiet.

I felt a searing pain as the other man twisted and turned his fingers in my bottom and pulled them almost out before he plunged them back in again and again. I was sweating now and praying this ordeal would end.

After several minutes of painful prodding and poking Henry removed his fingers and with a tissue he wiped my bottom as though I were a baby who had soiled her diaper. Was there no end to the amount of degradation I was going to experience here today?

Then Dr. Green asked me to turn over on my tummy and I would be allowed rest a few minutes. I was relieved to take my feet down and restore some of my modesty. I was still crying and very frightened as I lay on the table face down, naked and vulnerable. The two men left the room and for some time I rested there, conscious of the low rumble of their voices in the next room.

The nurse I had met when I arrived then entered the room with a tray bearing some instruments and medicine for me. She was cheery as she went about her work. I was startled as I felt the nurse touch my bum and use her index finger and thumb to spread my cheeks wide. As she began to spread KY gel on my anus she was tsking softly and calling me "poor little thing".

"I need to insert some medicine into your bum before you leave today sweetie, so hold still and it will be over soon."

I was too exhausted to give her any argument about this and resigned myself to the next step in this ordeal. "This is a suppository, and it will help you heal from the doctors examination."

Then I felt her gently pushing something cold up inside of me and holding her finger inside as it melted. Her other hand rested on my bum and stroked me softly as she waited for the stick to melt. There were three of these suppositories and then it was over. Just like that. I was allowed to dress and I was given a prescription for birth control pills. Dr. Green made a point of telling me what a good little girl I had been and that he would need to see me every month for the next six months to make sure everything was all right.

No exam in my life has ever been as humiliating or embarrassing as the one I had that day. If this man was still practicing medicine in my country today I think I would have him charged. However, as a result of this invasion of my body, I have been left with a medical/gyno fetish and a definite anal preference.

Maybe it was there all along, who knows ?