Dr. Ivan Kvasha had just turned 43 and was experiencing a mid-life crisis. He was a well- respected gynecologist who'd been in practice for 15 years. But living in the monarchy of Moldova, he was unable to attain the prosperity his profession would bring in the Western world. Not that he was poor by any means, but certainly not living the life of luxury he thought he should, that his wife felt they should. It had been two years since their 12-year marriage was dissolved and Dr. Kvasha was extremely bitter. The gold-digging tramp left him for some high-tech millionaire.

Dr. Kvasha was in a rut. He was mad at the world and lost much of his desire to practice. Servicing vaginas, breasts and rectums had grown tiresome and he was contemplating a career change, or perhaps packing his bags and moving to America.

Then one day he was summoned to the Royal Palace. Much to his surprise, the King and Queen appointed him to the prestigious position of Royal Gynecologist. Part of him was honored, part of him wanted to tell these bluebloods to shove the title. The last thing he wanted to do was get between the legs of some obese, obnoxious, 55-year-old wench of a Queen.

But he realized it wasn't a request. Nobody dared to spurn an appointment by the Royal Family. And when he learned his new position would be much more lucrative for much less work and would force him to abandon his practice, he gladly accepted.

In no time, he became a fat cat, literally. During his first year as Royal Gynecologist, he did virtually nothing. He examined the Queen and a couple of other elderly women of the Royal Family. Just routine stuff. His office was moved to the Palace, where he sat around all day doing basically nothing. He gained about 15 pounds and lost some more hair. He was pudgy and practically bald. He had lost most of his self-esteem and was having second thoughts about his new position. He hadn't been with a woman since he started the job and was starting to miss his regular practice.

He was always professional during exams. But now he was having flashbacks to some of the beautiful young women he had the pleasure of probing. He wished he could once again get between the spread-eagled legs of a nubile 20-year-old, with firm breasts, a neatly trimmed bush and glistening labia that begged to be parted with his gloved and lubricated fingers.

Dr. Kvasha had begun masturbating regularly for the first time since his adolescence. It was his only release. His predicament made him realize how good he had it before.

Making him all the more frustrated and bitter was the announcement that the Prince was engaged. The Price was a real prick. A worthless, snot-nosed, 35-year-old punk who'd probably be cleaning toilets if he hadn't been born into royalty. The lucky bastard got around, too, despite his long crooked nose, receding hairline and bad breath. He used his position to screw numerous hot young babes, which really made Dr. Kvasha angry and envious.

He could accept that this nerdy dickhead was servicing more pussy in a month than the good doctor did in a typical year. What he couldn't stand was his attitude. He demanded to be addressed as "Your Highness'' and he was insufferable the way he thumbed his nose at "the commoners.'' Apparently, this dork was either bored with bagging babes or getting major pressure from the Royal parents to take a wife and reproduce, much as the thought repulsed Dr. Kvasha.

Prince Dickhead really overachieved this time. His 19-year-old fiancee had to be the most beautiful woman in all the land. She stood about 5-foot-7, with a nice trim build, long shapely legs, better-than-average sized breasts and an angelic face. She had long flowing, light brown hair and an olive-skinned complexion. Sweet and innocent, she was way too good for this piece of royal crap.

Several weeks into the engagement, however, Dr. Kvasha received quite a shock -- and a pleasant one at that. It seems before Lady Eleanor could be brought into the Royal Family, she had to prove she was worthy, that she was pure and untouched. Amazingly, the Royal Family required her to submit to a gynecological examination to certify she was a virgin. And guess who would have the pleasure of strapping on the gloves and warming up the speculum?

As a medical professional, Dr. Kvasha knew there was no definitive test or way to determine if a woman was a virgin. He knew of women with hymens nearly fully intact after years of sexual intercourse. He also examined young girls whose hymens had been torn or lost without any sexual penetration whatsoever. Some from the use of tampons, others from various accidents. He suspected the well-educated Royal Family knew this as well. But for the sake of appearances, the future queen had to be certified a virgin, and they had to be sure she could bear children. The King and Queen made it clear to Dr. Kvasha that Lady Eleanor would be declared a virgin, regardless of the results of the examination.

For the first time in his life, Dr. Kvasha was getting genuinely excited by the thought of performing a vaginal examination. He had become aroused before during certain exams, but only momentarily. This time he had a raging erection for several days leading up to the exam and was masturbating three times a day in anticipation.

He also enjoyed the effect the whole spectacle was having on the pompous Prince. Every morning when he greeted him, he felt like saying, ''Good day, Your Highness, only a few more days before I'll have the pleasure of sitting between the lovely spread-eagled legs of your wife-to-be, feeling, fingering and probing parts of her anatomy that you've only pictured in your lurid mind. How do you like them apples, dick nose?'' It was quite a power rush for Dr. Kvasha. He saw a look of helplessness on the once-arrogant ass's face that was positively priceless.

Then the day arrived. It was quite an event, with intense media coverage. TV crews and reporters were at the Palace, just down the hallway from the examination room, eagerly awaiting the Royal Gynecologist's report. How strange, the doctor thought, that such an intimate and private procedure should receive this much attention. It must have been deeply embarrassing for the future princess and her family.

She arrived at the Palace with her entourage and met the man who was minutes away from seeing her like no other man had before.

Dressed in a light brown skirt that extended to her knees and high-heeled shoes, she was led back to the room by her aide, a heavyset 40ish woman who Dr. Kvasha assumed would remain in the examination room as a witness/chaperone.

Once the three were in the room, he was pleasantly surprised when the aide excused herself, leaving Dr. Boner alone with Lady Eleanor. The doctor began by asking a series of routine questions about her health. He informed her she required a thorough gynecological examination, for which she seemed to indicate she was prepared. He asked if she had ever undergone an internal exam, to which she replied she hadn't. As he explained the procedure, Dr. Kvasha could feel the blood rushing to his penis. He feared this might happen and could only hope the Princess-to-be wouldn't notice. Since she knew he was required to check her virginity, he didn't feel uncomfortable quizzing her about her sexual history. She claimed she had never had intercourse.

It was time for the exam. Dr. Kvasha handed her a gown and told her she could go behind the partition and undress completely. The doctor usually stepped outside of the room at this point, but this time he felt like staying. What could she say? After all, her future, to a great extent, was in his hands. His back turned to the partition, he pretended to scour through some notes. He could hear her removing her shoes and unzipping her skirt. Occasionally, he stole a glance back. Her blouse, skirt and nylon stockings were draped over the partition.

She stepped out from behind the screen in the gown and looked good enough to probe. But first, he had to perform the preliminaries. Seated on the exam table, he checked her eyes, ears, throat, etc. Now, it was time for the good stuff. He opened her gown from the back and slid it down to her waist, exposing an absolutely exquisite set of breasts. Not too large, not too small, and very firm-looking, with dark areole and somewhat pointed nipples. He carefully handled and basically fondled each one, once while she sat and once while she laid down. Not surprisingly, her nipples hardened to his touch and he took the liberty of tweaking each one, telling her he was checking for unusual discharge, hoping none would prematurely form inside his trousers.

After the breast exam, he had her sit up while he palpatated her abdomen. Then, his voice practically cracking, he informed her it was time for the pelvic exam. As he unfolded the stirrups, he noticed her eyes bulge in somewhat of a surprise. He wondered if she knew what was in store for her. He eased her back on the table and helped her place her feet in the stirrups before raising her gown to her waist.

What a sight! The doctor did all he could do to keep from drooling as he took in perhaps the most beautiful vulvar region he had ever seen. Her pubic hair was sparse and neatly trimmed. Her vagina was a long, narrow pink slit that looked moist under the light. He couldn't wait to dig in.

He strapped on a pair of latex gloves and applied some KY jelly to the thumb and two forefingers of his right hand. Gently, he separated her labia majora, first with his index finger and then with his middle finger. He insterted both fingers inside her vagina, and what a treat! It was nice and tight, the walls virtually wrapping around his lucky digits.

After performing the bi-manual exam, he inserted a speculum in her vagina and did a Pap smear. He removed the speculum and proceeded with the recto-vaginal exam. She gasped as his greased index finger slipped into her snug bung hole. Having thoroughly probed her holes, it was Dr. Kvasha's opinion that no penis had ever penetrated either orifice.

The exam was nearly complete and the doctor was sporting perhaps the biggest erection he had ever had. He happened to glance down and notice his eight-inch cock forming a pup tent in his pants. But instead of feeling embarrassed and trying to hide it, he attempted to flaunt it, hoping Lady Eleanor would notice.

In fact, the doctor became more brazen. While the future princess was still spread wide in the stirrups, Dr. Kvasha took the liberty of examining her external genitalia in minute detail. He extracted her clitoral hood for a close inspection of her clitoris. He gently rubbed it in a circular motion with his index finger as Eleanor softly sighed.

Suddenly, a deliciously devilish thought entered the doctor's mind. He told the young lady that his "tests'' seemed to indicate she had experienced sexual penetration. Eleanor was stunned and frightened. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she told the doctor there must be a mistake, that she had never had intercourse.

"Do you swear?'' the doctor asked. "Well, there was this one time ... '' Eleanor said as she lowered her head and attempted to explain. She said when she was 16 she had a boyfriend who used to finger her pussy on a regular basis. But he swears they never went all the way and that she was a virgin.

Dr. Kvasha informed her this must be included in his report; she pleaded with him to keep it a secret. He had her right where his perverted mind wanted her. He said he could strike it from his report if she agreed to a few more tests. "What kind of tests?'' she queried.

The doctor said he had to determine if she tasted like a virgin, so he leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down her lovely slit and even teased her clit with it. She must have orgasmed two times as the naughty doctor tongue-fucked her repeatedly.

Next, he told her, he had to determine if her vagina could accommodate an adult penis. He took out his eight-incher, telling her it was undoubtedly much larger than the one she'd be subjected to after marriage, and inserted it into her soon-to-be royal twat.

Dr. Kvasha couldn't believe what has happening as he slid his cock in and out of Lady Eleanor. He soon reached a thundering climax, pulling out and shooting his load all over her sparse bush. She smiled in total satisfaction while the doctor cleaned her vaginal area of his cum. They both looked forward to future exams. She began to wonder what the Royal Dentist had in store for her.

As she dressed, he stepped out of his office and proclaimed, "The young lady is pure.''

What a country.