It was time for medical check-ups, and I was horrified to imagine how I would go to our polyclinic and push there in a queue with a bunch of old women who had nowhere else to go for a chat. It just knocked me off balance! It needs to go through about 7-10 offices and everyone needs to stand in line (after all, no one about the fact that I need only print and this is a medical examination, just will not listen!). Horror!

With these gloomy thoughts, I went to my friend. Going to her house, I leisurely lit a cigarette and sat on a bench at the entrance.

- “I hope she doesn’t take long to wait!” - flashed through my head - “And if we don’t have time to open it, write is gone!” A friend came out after five minutes and, after smoking, asked ...

- Well, what is ready for today's fight!

- Oh, do not tell me! How to introduce these queues! And to the optometrist without recording will not get through!

- Ok, open my cards! - A girlfriend squinted slyly - We're going to X. They advised me to a prophylactic medical examination. 600 rubles full inspection and no problems.

- You're kidding - I looked at my friend incredulously - So simple?

- Yes, let's go!

We went to the nearest bus stop. Along the way, I dozed off, as I was not used to getting up so early. The bus swayed steadily, but I suddenly felt somehow unsafe. I opened one eye and began to look around. In the second half of the bus, a very nice young man with a worried face sat in front of him (as if world problems were solved in his head) and looked at me intently. I shivered and fell asleep again.

- Hey, Sonya, get up! We arrived! - A friend repeatedly shook my shoulder.

We went out. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that an anxious young man came out with us through another door. Well, I liked him very much, although he had the look of an investigator. We flung into the subway, and there I lost it. Our trip lasted half an hour. And finally, we are at the clinic. Quick registration at the reception and we are in the office.

- Listen, I can’t be too late for work today, so I'm the first one and on the road, and you’re a big girl, you’ll get there. - A friend looked at me inquiringly.

- Yes, of course, go. In the evening we will phone. - I replied.

And she disappeared behind the office door. Sitting down is not a chair for those who are waiting, I began to force myself to not fall asleep. The examination lasted for a relatively long time, and after half an hour a friend came out and, waving her hand to me, disappeared at the exit.

I got up and, opening the door, asked ...

- Can?

- Yes, come through.

I entered and looked around. Everything was cozy, neat and clean. I looked at the doctor.

- At the medical examination?

- Yes

- Then take off your clothes to Naga and sit down on the couch, here's a new napkin. - and he handed me a snow-white cloth napkin, sealed in polyethylene.

I went to the coat rack hanger, and while he turned on me, the card quickly got rid of the clothes and, after spreading the napkin, sat down on the couch.

This was followed by the usual questions ... Does that hurt? How sight, hearing? and so on. Then he began to perform the procedures of an oculist, ENT, nervopotologa.

When he began to feel my stomach, the phone rang. He apologized and walked to the other end of the office, and I shivered backwards (it was cool in the office). The doctor spoke in a low voice on the phone and sometimes looked at me. I have not heard anything from the conversation. He nodded, hung up and returned to me to continue the inspection.

Again on my stomach, he suddenly sharply jabbed my hand somewhere and I felt that my body was beginning to relax. I didn’t lose sensitivity, just everything except my eyes stopped listening to me. In horror, I tried to scream, but nothing came of it. The vocal cords also ceased to obey me.

“God, what is he going to do with me - flashed through my head, and the obliging brain began throwing pictures one by one ... from rape to selling organs.”

I looked at the doctor - he put on rubber gloves. Seeing my eyes, he said.

“They called me and warned you were a drug trafficker.” An unpleasant profession, especially if you, as I was told, are trading in schools. Do not worry, now I will save you from the next portion of this rubbish - and he began to lubricate the gloves with a lubricant.

Then he came up to me, pulled my helpless legs up and fixed them with scotch tape. I was very uncomfortable, because I had a bad stretch, and somehow it was difficult to breathe. Meanwhile, the doctor began to push my hand through my anus.

First, he put a little lubricant on his index finger and smeared the entrance, and then folded his fingers in a pinch and began to press.

The pain of a sharp flame swept through my body when my fingers sank half. But on this their movement stopped - the hand could not move further. The doctor changed his tactics - he stretched out his fingers and, turning his hand, pressed even harder.

From the pain, tears flowed from me and a cold sweat appeared. I was killed by my silence, and I wanted to kick the inquisitor, but the fact of the matter is that I could not do anything.

And the rotational movements inexorably continued in my anus, until I felt that the hand was still moving on. I looked at the doctor, and he nodded satisfactorily, continued his work, already feeling my intestines.

There is a feeling that I will get bogged down.

Suddenly, something grope, he abruptly pulled his hand out of my anus. This new wave of pain spread through my body, but at the same time I felt relief from deliverance. Having examined the extracted item, the doctor made sure that it was a piece of feces and threw it into the tray prepared in advance. Having inflicted a portion of lubricant again, he began his rotational penetration into the anus.

And again from pain I pinched my teeth. It seemed to me that time had stopped. The hand in the anus with implacable hardness made its way deeper. From her rotations, I began defective movements through the intestines, now I was already burning with shame, imagining that now my hand would be taken out again, but I’m sure I’ll take it off. But here again this sharp hand pulling out, and, thank God, nothing happened.

The doctor again examined what he took out and threw it into the tray.

- I wonder who could tell him about this nonsense. - flashed through my head, when she (head) freed from the experience of pain. I myself was an opponent of hard drugs and did not try anything except weed to aggravate sensations in sex.

Again the hand invaded my anus. I had already come to terms with this feeling of pain and stopped worrying about how I could make a bunch. In the end - he climbs my ass, and this is his problem.

I looked down and saw that my hand was already deep enough. Not just a brush, and then - in the middle of the forearm, and hands, I tell you, this doctor was far from skinny, apparently he was involved in sports. From what I saw and the sensations, I began to lose consciousness. The doctor noticed this, took out his hand and went for ammonia. The sharp smell sobered my mind, although it did not dispel the stillness. The doctor, with the insistence of a sadist, began his perverted penetration again.

- Yes, it really will never end - I moaned in my head!

A sharp jerk and another piece of feces in the tray. And yet again, and further and further. And nothing but pieces of shit.

Already getting used to the pain, I thought

- It turns out there are many different ways to poke - this thought brought another inconvenience - I wanted to laugh, which gave impetus to the facial muscles, but they did not work. - Fu, I can’t even blush out of despair!

Pulling out another hand, which, judging by the sensations, was probably already by the elbow, the doctor said

- Looks like they are still in your stomach! Do not worry, now we will quickly do the washing to you, and everything will end.

He took off his gloves and threw them in the trash. I had the feeling that they had just stuck an umbrella into me, opened it, and then took it out. Opened anus and did not think to close, as the muscles did not work. It was also unpleasant.

The doctor took out an enamelled bucket, a funnel, and two hoses — one that was thinner — he attached to the funnel, and the second one, which was garden-like in thickness, generously smeared with a lubricant.

“I think after the first procedure it will be easier to enter,” he said, approaching me.

Looking into my anus, he snapped his tongue

- Hmm, you have to massage so that he could squeeze the hose.

Easily inserting the hose, the doctor began massaging my hole. Soon the anus again tightly wrapped around the hose.

After several long minutes of terrible execution, I began to enjoy manipulations in my anus, but with objects of small diameter. Somehow it even excited. What immediately affected the clitoris, which began to swell.

But then a new bummer - the doctor opened my mouth with a spoon and began to stuff the end of the hose from the funnel down the throat - I began to choke!

Emetic urges - although weak due to paralysis. There would be an end for me, but the hose was no longer inserted (apparently it reached the stomach) and again I could breathe almost normally.

Having finished with this, the doctor filled a large flask with water and began to pour into the funnel. At first it seemed to be nothing, but then my stomach started to blow up and it seemed to me that I would burst.

“That's probably how they tortured in concentration camps.” - I thought. I have already ceased to resist in my mind and looked helplessly at my tormentor.

- Now the stomach will understand what they want from it, and let the water out, do not worry! - my torturer told me, and really soon I felt pressure in the intestines, and then, to my great joy, I heard the sound of water flowing into a bucket.

The doctor poured another five times into the flask and poured water into me. When he looked at the contents of the bucket, he realized that he tormented me in vain. He somehow turned pale and quickly began to remove the hose from my mouth. Then he went back to my pope. Then he finally saw that the object in the anus starts to excite me. He quickly figured something in his head, and slowly began to pull this hose out of me. This cautious movement had a witchcraft effect over me. A storm wave of excitement swept through the body. Moisture began to ooze from the vagina.

Having pulled out the hose almost to the end, the doctor began to introduce it slowly again, and he leaned over to my crotch and began to lick gently the clitoris.

These gentle caresses and unusual frictions in the anus began to spiral me up into a wave of orgasm. Noticing this, my torturer himself began to be excited, but did not stop petting. He again abruptly pulled the hose out of the anus and began to lick it (the anus). Then, apparently no longer able to hold back, he quickly pulled off his pants and began to fuck me alternately in the vagina, then in the anus. This quickly took action over me, and I began to end brightly and for a long time. This went on and on. I stopped counting orgasms and soon lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was already dressed and sat in the waiting room and chair. A “free” sign burned above the door. Not understanding anything, I got up and looked around. The whole body obeyed normally, only it was weak as after sleep. I did not find the cards in my hands and decided to enter.

- Come in, sit down. - The familiar doctor said and winked ...

To be continued...