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First Female POW
by Zoraster (address withheld)
***
My name is Karen. I was the first female American POW.
(M+/F, nc, rp, v, military)
***
Actually, I'm a eighteen year old Army nurse's aide.
The copter I was riding to a MASH unit was shot down by
Iraqis near the border. The pilot was killed
immediately after he landed the crippled craft. He
gallantly tried to protect me from the Iraqis by
drawing his pistol and yelled for me to run. He was
brutally gunned down and I was captured.
I guess I was quite a prize. I'm short, blonde, blue
eyes and small breasted, very thin and petite. And very
innocent. I made it through boot camp, such as it was,
nurses aren't expected to see combat, with most of my
innocence intact. I was on my way to my first
assignment when I was shot down. It was the first time
I had ever been on my own, without someone to take care
of me.
I shouldn't say that - the Iraqis took good care of me.
Did they ever! They took me back to their headquarters
and began processing me as a POW.
They began by stripping me of all my clothing,
including my underwear. Apparently, the Iraqi soldiers
had never see panties as they marveled at my plain
white cotton ones. Then, after they removed them, they
were astounded at my light blonde pubic hair, scanty as
it was. They poked and prodded me, fingering my thin
pubic hair and small breasts with pink nipples. I guess
they were used to seeing women of their own kind - dark
and hairy.
They passed around my still-warm panties and sniffed
the crotch. Then one, apparently the leader, licked the
crotch and smiled in my direction. I blushed. I had
been wearing those panties for several days and they
were quite dirty.
They then led me to the dispensary, still naked. I
tried to hide myself from the cells of men we were
passing, but my hands were slapped each time I tried to
cover my pubic area or my small breasts. I was pushed
into an examining room with a little oriental man
dressed in a sparkling white lab coat with a
stethoscope around his neck. He was obviously a doctor
and he smiled at me and sent the men away.
He motioned me to an examining table and I sat down. He
began by looking at my back, head and arms, paying
particular attention to my neck and hands. Then he
examined my chest - very professionally, he only
touched my breasts - and continued down to my stomach.
He prodded and felt, but always seemed very detached.
Though I had only my Army physical to compare it to, he
seemed totally uninterested in this blossom of American
womanhood literally in his hands.
He continued examining my tummy, then jumped from the
top of my pubic hair down to my thighs. He carefully
examined every inch of them from the outside of my mid
thigh past my knee, and down to my feet. He inspected
between each toe and the bottom of each foot. Then he
stepped back.
"Very nice condition," he said with only a hint of an
Eastern accent. "Very nice condition indeed. Now,
please lie back and put your feet in these stirrups. We
need to do an internal examination," he said as he
pushed my onto my back and swung some strange metal
devices out from the foot of the table.
My feet were quickly placed well out and above my body,
and I knew my entire pelvic area was exposed to this
man's gaze, the first time since I was a little girl
that any man had seen me "down there". I was so shy
about my privates that I didn't even let my Mommy teach
me how to use tampons when my period started, I just
taught myself, so no one else would see me "down
there".
After he got my feet into the stirrups, he put some
straps around my ankles that held my feet. There was no
way I could move my legs together and hide my
femininity. He then rose and turned towards a curtained
wall. He pulled the cord and the curtain retracted,
exposing a wall of glass, and an entire bleacher full
of Iraqi officers! I blushed from head to toe as he
turned the examining table so my feet faced the crowd.
Every one of the swarthy men's attention was riveted on
my poor pudenda.
The doctor then brought out a video camera and
positioned it to show the "theater of operation". I
could see, between my legs, large screen TVs stationed
around the bleacher, each with a 4 foot high image of
my private parts.
"We will begin the examination of the prisoner now,"
the doctor began. "She is a young female, light
complexion, of medium build. She seems to have not
suffered any injuries during her capture. I have made a
preliminary examination of her and find nothing of
interest in the general examination given to every
detainee. However, since she is the first female
detainee of the war, I thought you gentlemen would
appreciate sitting in on her "in depth" examination."
"External genitalia are notable for their small size
and sparse, light colored pubic hair and light
pigmentation. These features are consistent with her
race and complexion. Unlike many Iraqi women, this
subject does not have a protruding clitoris. We will
have to delve further in to find it, but a full
internal genitalia examination is not scheduled for
this first procedure."
As he was describing my "genitalia" I was shaking from
embarrassment as forty strange men stared at my bottom.
I nearly fainted as he mentioned my scant pubic hair,
what does he expect from a girl who is a natural
blonde? I'd only had hair "down there" for a couple of
years, for goodness sake!
Then he made reference to my lack of a "protruding
clitoris" and it took me a minute to figure out he
meant my "funny button". No man had ever referred to
THAT before. The only time I ever heard anyone talk
about it was when I was a little girl and Mommy showed
me how to bathe "down there". And she only said it in a
hushed tone and told me to never, never touch it except
to clean it.
The doctor pulling on a rubber glove and lubricating a
finger of it with KY jelly brought me back to the awful
present. What was he going to do?
"Next we will examine her anus, anal sphincter tone,
and rectum. First I will push gently with a well
lubricated finger on her external anal opening,
applying just enough pressure to cause the sphincter to
yield. The subject has very good sphincter tone and
control as considerable force is necessary to pass the
sphincteral plane." What was he doing! He was trying to
put his finger in my back bathroom place! I clamped
down like I hadn't gone to the bathroom in three days,
come to think of it, I hadn't! This was going to get
very embarrassing real quick.
"Perhaps an alternate procedure is in order, as
excessive force is required in this procedure. A brief
rub of the upper vulvular area often causes a
convulsive movement of the lower pelvic muscles in
subjects of this type."
I was not ready for him to touch me "down there." No
one but me had touched my privates since Mommy gave me
my last bath. When he touched near my magic button, my
entire bottom did a hiccup and his entire well greased
finger went way up into my backside. And right into
three days worth of "logs". I began crying in shame.
"There, my finger has passed the sphincter and is in
the lower rectum. Muscle tone is extraordinary. My
working hypothesis is, unlike Iraqi women (and men),
the subject is inexperienced in any sort of anal
insertion. The examination has discovered a mass of
fecal material in the rectum and lower large
intestines. Further examination will have to wait until
this mass is removed."
I couldn't believe the weird feelings his finger
caused. I looked at one of the TV screens and saw his
latex covered finger fully inserted into my pinky
little backside. I could see him swirl and twirl his
finger around inside me.
Then I felt all of what I was seeing. His big, slippery
finger was wedging my backside open, wider than it had
ever been opened before, even during "going to the
bathroom". As he wiggled and twirled his finger around,
I could feel my insides hiccup and I felt like I needed
to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, both front and back.
"First we will try to manually remove as much of the
impacted mass as we can. I will attempt to hook my
finger around part of the mass and pull it past the
anal sphincter. I place a specimen bowl here below her
anal opening and will now attempt a removal. The mass
is firm but friable.
"I believe I have a specimen. I am moving my finger
behind the mass and am moving it towards the anal
opening. I am having some trouble passing the mass
through the sphincter and shall utilize the upper
vulvular massage procedure to ease passage."
He was trying to remove some of my poop with his
finger! I almost threw up at the thought. And then I
realized all those men would see my poop coming out of
me whether or not I wanted them to, which I definitely
did not! I clamped down hard on my back door and tried
to hold it in. But then he rubbed my magic button again
and out it popped.
I saw it all on the big TV, one second there was a big
brown finger sticking into my tightly clenched pooper
and then a big brow log just jumped out and fell into
the stainless steel bowl under my tushie. I was so
embarrassed that I blushed deep red, so deep that I
could tell I was blushing even over the TV. They all
knew that I was totally humiliated!
"That does not seem to be an expedient procedure. I
believe that we need to utilize a more efficient method
of removing the mass. Gentlemen, I prescribe a mineral
oil enema followed by a soapsuds enema, then completed
by a soothing baking soda enema to clean out the soap
and soothe the irritated mucus membranes. I will call
in my assistants to administer the prescriptions."
Two young lab-coated people came into the room next. I
saw that one, a woman, was about my age, maybe a few
years younger. She had long dark hair and dark eyes
that looked positively friendly. She was followed by a
boy no more than thirteen years old. I was mortified.
As he came in, he riveted his eyes on my privates like
he had never seen a girl "down there", which he
probably hadn't.
As the doctor gave then directions, the girl looked
from the doctor to me and back to the doctor. She
didn't seem to happy about the directions, but the boy
looked positively jubilant, like a small child at
Christmas. The he disappeared from the room and
returned shortly with several bundles wrapped in white
sterile paper.
"My younger assistant is training to be a field medic.
He will administer the first cleansing enema to the
patient. This will be his first attempt at
administering such a procedure, so he will be assisted
by my senior assistant, who has given many, many such
procedures."
The young boy and older girl spoke quickly to each
other. Then the boy opened one of the rather squarish,
oblong boxes to reveal a box marked "FLEET - MINERAL
OIL". I did not understand what they were going to do,
mineral oil? My mother used to give me a dose of
mineral oil each spring to "clean me out", but it
always took a day to work. Why didn't they just allow
me to go to the bathroom like a civilized person?
"My younger assistant will now assemble the mineral oil
syringe and properly lubricate the nozzle. Then he will
put on a pair of latex gloves and properly lubricate
the subject's anus for insertion of the nozzle. Since
he has smaller fingers, and the subject seems to have
fainted, he is having no problem lubricating the
patient's anus."
The boy removed a flimsy plastic bottle from the carton
and then a plastic tube which screwed onto the top.
Once he had it all assembled, it looked like some oil
can like Grandpa used to use to lubricate his old
tractor. What was he going to do with that? I can take
a dose of mineral from a spoon, just like any other
adult! And why does he need that long smooth tube on
it? Surely they aren't going to force it down my
throat.
Then the boy pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and
squirted some KY jelly on one finger. As he approached
me, I could see a glint in his eye and a tremble in his
hands. He quickly and roughly pushed his finger into
the hole the doctor's finger had so recently been in
and then it dawned on me. They were going to pump that
mineral oil up my backside.
I'd NEVER be able to hold all that oil in my poor
bottom until I got to a bathroom. I was going to make a
big mess right here in front of all those men, the
doctor, the young girl, and that little boy. My mind
reeled and I fainted dead away.
CHAPTER II
I slept soundly that night, except I kept having
strange dreams. One time, I dreamed I was camping out
and a giant snake had gotten into my sleeping bag. He
had burrowed underneath my clothes and was sliding all
over my smooth skin. He seemed most interested in my
legs and the area between them, as he coiled up one
leg, across my privates, then down the other.
Finally, he concentrated on my privates, burrowing
between my bottom cheeks, across my backdoor, then up
into my most private area. About this time, I awoke and
felt the device still in my backside, my stomach still
overfilled with liquid, and a warm , slippery yet
sticky fluid all over my upper thighs.
I was awakened the next morning and taken back into the
"theater". Again, I was placed on the examining table
and my feet were placed in the stirrups. I knew my
entire pelvic area was exposed again. It was just as
embarrassing as it had been the previous day.
The same straps were placed around my ankles to hold my
legs wide open. He then pulled the cord and the curtain
parted to show the entire bleacher full of Iraqi
officers was back, and quite a few new ones, including
a few women.
The doctor then brought out the video camera and
positioned it to show my poor privates with the
inflatable device still securely stuck in my backside.
The large screen TVs stationed around the bleacher
still showed a 4 foot high image of my private parts.
"Today's procedure will include a thorough internal
examination of the subject's genitalia and excretory
organs, along with a few demonstrations of human
physiology. The first thing we need to do is remove the
last remains of the soothing enema that was injected
last night. My assistant will execute the procedure."
The young boy came into the room again.
As happened yesterday, his gaze immediately locked onto
my pudenda. He was wearing rubber gloves today and
carried a plain galvanized metal bucket. He placed the
bucket in a holder underneath my brutally exposed
bottom, angled slightly back towards my bottom hole and
the inflatable device stuck there. The next thing I
knew, he deflated the device and pulled it out of my
snug bottom in one motion.
There wasn't much liquid behind it, and the friction of
the semi- rough rubber on my excited backdoor hole
started my front place to begin getting wet again. Many
of the viewers noticed this and they pointed at the TV
screens and clapped their approval. The small amount of
fluid that had not been absorbed into me began
dribbling into the metal bucket with a noisy staccato
beat.
I felt like a baseball bat had been removed from back
there, but now I felt like my heiny hole was at least a
foot wide. As the last of the fluid drained into the
bucket, a long, stringy brown thing slipped out of my
backside and into the bucket. I shivered as it rubbed
across the muscular ring just inside my backside. The
boy immediately reached down and grabbed the warm,
brown, slippery snake-like object that had so recently
been inside of me. I turned red with embarrassment as
he held it up for all to see.
"An indication of the thoroughness of the cleansing
procedure is indicated by the mucus cast that has just
been passed by our subject. This indicates the
subject's lower intestines had nothing but some mucus
in them, and this mucus was dehydrated to form a cast.
My assistant is now holding the cast aloft for your
observation.
Please notice the extreme length and fair circumference
of this cast, a full three quarters of a meter long and
as large around as the average thumb. There appears to
be no entrained fecal matter, so I believe we can
assume the fecal impaction has been taken care of.
"Notice also, the consistency of the expelled soothing
liquid is significantly more viscous as much of the
water has been absorbed by the patient's large
intestines. I believe the patient will have to void her
bladder shortly, so please let us begin the internal
examination. We may be able to do a voiding
fluorogram."
The boy carefully wiped my bottom clean and left the
room - grinning and still holding the hideous brown
thing that had come out of me. I shuttered to think
what he might do with it. Next, the doctor came back
towards the examining table and assumed his position
down between my spread legs, his face just inches from
my privates.
"As noted in the earlier examination, and as you can
clearly see on your monitor, the subject has very
sparse and very light pubic hair. The appearance of her
external genitalia is almost immature and the inner
labia are totally hidden by her external labia. No
external indication of her clitoris is apparent.
The subject is somewhat aroused by the previous anal
procedure and her vulva is beginning to swell. Vaginal
secretions are beginning to become apparent at the base
of her vulva, above the opening of her vagina. I will
now retract the external labia and expose the subject's
inner vulva."
As I watched, the doctor pointed to my privates and
made several comments, pointing out particular areas of
interest. I felt like a display in a museum, except I
was mortally embarrassed to be naked here in front of
all of these people. Then he pulled on a set of rubber
gloves and reached down between my legs; then he opened
up my privates for everybody to see! I was so open, I
could see right up into my privates, on every TV screen
in the room.
"When the external labia are pulled open, we can better
observe the inner labia, notable for their light color
and lack of corrugations along their length. Overall,
they are warm pink color, probably slightly darker than
they are in a non-aroused state. Again, they show no
sign of exposure when covered by the external labia,
and are probably exquisitely sensitive. We will now
test their sensitivity."
Right after he opened my up to everyone's view, he
began rubbing and plucking at my inner curtains (that's
what mom once called them).
CHAPTER III
I slept soundly again that night, except I again had
strange dreams. I remember dreaming that I was a little
girl (I didn't even have any hair "down there" yet)
back home again and I was sitting on the old white
toilet in my parent's bathroom. As I sat there, I
remember a strange gurgling and splashing, and all of
the logs I had ever dumped into that sparkling white
bowl suddenly came back up from the hole and forced
their way back up my backdoor. My stomach began to get
fuller and fuller as hundreds of large brown logs
crammed their way up into me.
Finally, as the last ones (very, very small in
diameter, I guess they were the ones from when I was
extremely young) wiggled their way into my tummy, a
brown hose touched my pee-pee hole and wiggled its way
in. On top of all the stuff in my tummy, my bladder
began swelling until my stomach was bigger than a beach
ball.
After the hose had finished overfilling my bladder, two
plugs came out of nowhere and plugged themselves into
my overstretched holes, not allowing anything to come
out. Then a warm red glow filled the room and, starting
at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on fire. A
lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed into my
head and my legs began to tremble on their own. Both
plugs exploded from the force behind them and the
entire room was filled with the sound of hundreds of
poopie logs and gallons of pee-pee gushing into the
clean white toilet bowl. Wave after wave of lightening
flashed from my privates, lighting up the entire room
and causing thunder crashes that brought both my Mommy
and Daddy rushing into the bathroom.
Mom just stood there with a stern look on her face and
her arms crossed over her bosom but Daddy jumped up and
down and clapped like a little boy at Christmas. After
everything had come out, Mommy lifted me into the tub
and used a hand-held shower head to rinse off my
privates. What was really strange is that Daddy stayed
and watched Mom give me a complete bath, even a
thorough cleaning "down there" which she never did, and
Mommy let him. She even left the room when I got out
and then Daddy dried me off... right down to drying
each and every hair that I had miraculously grown on my
privates.
In fact, as he rubbed my privates with the towel, the
hair began growing until I had a luxurious patch. He
smiled at me as the hair got longer and longer the more
he rubbed, until he said "I think that's about as much
beautiful pubic hair as my precious little girl will
need." Then I woke up and my entire body was limp and
relaxed, I don't think I could have stood up if I had
wanted to, my knees were just like jello.
I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed, and taken
back into the "theater". This time, I was led to a
field toilet similar to the ones I had seen in many US
Army camps, really just a bucket underneath a toilet
seat, surrounded by green cloth curtains. As I was
forced to squat on the seat, I noticed a camera had
been placed in a waterproof container and pointed
upward towards where my pudenda would soon be.
As my bottom touched the seat, warm lights came on
around the bucket. I looked up at the video screens and
saw each carried a four foot high view of what would
soon be my voiding excretory openings. I must have been
becoming somewhat mentally broken, because I blushed
only slightly as the straps were placed around my
ankles to hold my legs wide open against the toilet's
legs and the Doctor pulled the cord to part the
curtains to show the entire bleacher full of Iraqi
officers.
"Today's session will begin with the completion of the
final procedures from yesterday. The subject will first
void the remains of the flour and water enema and have
a small flushing clear water enema, then we will remove
the natural dilator in her urinary meatus and measure
the dilation. My assistants will execute the
procedures."
The young boy came into the room again. In full view of
the huge video screens, he put his hand between my
widely separated thighs and deflated the device in my
backside, pulling it out of my snug bottom in one
motion. There was no liquid pooled behind the rubber
retention device, so nothing followed it out. Again,
the friction of the semi-rough rubber on my excited
backdoor hole started my front place to begin getting
wet again.
I looked up and saw my heiny hole was gaping open. A
white point began easing out of my backside and I
shivered as it rubbed across the muscular ring just
inside my backside.
The camera zoomed in until the entire screen contained
only my pink back hole stretching to release a strange
white log. Ever so slowly, a ghostly white log covered
with slippery mucus dilated my backside until I could
see the tiny blood vessels through the overstretched
translucent pink mucus membrane. The white nose passed
the plane of my body and inched forward into the harsh
light of the video lights, stretching downward to
gently coil itself on the cold metal bucket bottom.
First one foot, then another of the immense white ghost
of a log piled up on the bottom of the bucket, slowly
coiling around like some pale snake that was uncoiling
from up inside my backdoor hole. My bottom was being
forced so wide for so long that the muscles around the
once tiny pink pucker began to hurt and throb. And as
they throbbed, my funny button throbbed in harmony. The
carrot taped to my spread leg flexed as my loins began
a rhythmic oscillation and on camera, it looked like my
bottom was almost pumping out the pasty white cylinder.
After almost fifteen minutes of slow slithering, the
doughy string broke as the supply of fresh material way
up inside me began to run out. The bucket was almost
full, and the last coil had come to rest up against my
pale bottom cheeks. I was roughly pulled forward, my
feet still attached to the toilet's legs, until I was
bent in half, standing on my feet with my bottom
exposed to the entire crowd, complete with the strange
white smudges all over my back cheeks.
The young assistant again put on rubber gloves and
reached down into the bucket and lifted the doughy
contents for all to see. The woman assistant came into
view and helped the young boy stretch the slippery
snake-like object that had so recently been inside of
me across the stage on a strip of paper. The white
cylinder was almost the length of the stage, at least
twenty feet! No wonder my stomach felt like all my
insides had been pulled out.
"An indication of the elasticity of the subject's anal
sphincter muscle and the length of the subject's
intestinal tract is indicated by the flour cast that
has just been voided by our subject. As you can see,
this object is at least seven meters long and maximum
diameter is over 10 cm.
Despite her lack of any anal insertion activity, our
subject has passed a very large object without damage
to her anus or rectum. My assistant will now complete
the cleansing of the subjects lower gastrointestinal
tract in preparation for the rest of today's
procedures."
Just as I was getting used to having nothing in my
stomach, the two assistants approached me again, this
time with the funny looking rubber-tipped squeeze
bottle and a pan of what I hoped was the soothing
liquid. The young assistant squirted some KY jelly on
his fingers.
Next he rubbed all over my rosebud with the KY, and
finally, he shoved his finger deep into my backside and
rubbed KY all over the inside of my bottom hole. As he
was finishing, he dragged his fingers up through my
privates and rubbed my magic button for just a second.
He smiled and licked his lips as I looked into his
face.
After he finished sliding his slippery finger up my
backside, the young boy began the familiar procedure.
He squeezed the syringe in the basin and extracted
about a cup of the clear liquid. He then approached my
bottom and slid the funny nozzle back up into my
bottom.
Finally he gently squeezed the bottle and the warm
water swished into my bowels, loosening the last pieces
of the doughy log that had so recently been there. He
continued adding liquid to that in my bottom until my
loins began to tremble from the effort to hold it all
in, at least a gallon had been squirted way up inside
me! Then he placed me back on the toilet and gently
pushed on my now swollen tummy.
As the deluge below began, I watched the video screen
as the warm clear liquid cascaded from me and carried
the white flecks down into the bucket. My 'gina was all
dewy and my poochie gaped open and wet. The carrot
bounced against my leg as my loins expelled the
cleaning solution, gently rubbing my funny button and
adding to the tension I felt down between my hips.
"My female assistant will now clean the subject in
preparation for the completion of the procedure to
dilate her urethra. We will then measure the effects of
the dilator on the subject."
I was untied and gently lifted from the camp toilet and
put face down over the examining table that had been
all too familiar for me the last few days. The young
boy restrained my hands while the female assistant
spread my legs, then back cheeks and began to
thoroughly cleanse all my private areas with soothing
warm water and cotton balls.
First she cleaned all of the splatters on my backside,
then moved down into the crack between my cheeks, and
finally around my poor stretched pinky hole. After
every few swipes, and before the water on the cotton
ball could cool, she would toss away the soiled ball
and dip another lily white cotton ball into the
steaming bowl of water.
Finally, she wiped my entire privates with a clean, dry
cotton ball. Both of the assistants then lifted my
limp, drained body up onto the gynecological examining
table. Then they secured my feet into the stainless
steel stirrups and adjusted my position to optimize
camera angles.
My widely splayed thighs, my gaping poochie, my dewy
'gina, and my very pink back door again filled the
video screens. And there in the middle of all of my
most private regions, a large orange carrot pointed the
way to my throbbing funny button, now very large and
pink.
"Now that the subject is in the proper position, I will
remove the urethral dilator and measure the resulting
dilation. You will remember, from earlier examinations,
the subject's urinary meatus was approximately half a
millimeter across.
Now, as we remove the dilator, we note an immediate
incontinent condition and as the flow slowly subsided,
we can see her meatus is now a full five millimeters
across and quite lax and gaping. Usually, after
approximately one hour, bladder control begins to
return, and full control returns within a day. Later in
this session, a new procedure to speed the return of
control will be attempted and we will all see the
results."
I'm very glad that I don't have much hair on my legs,
because the next thing they did was to rip off the tape
on my thigh which held the carrot in place. If I had
been as hairy as some young women I know (and hadn't
shaved my legs in several days) I would have been in
extreme pain for several minutes.
As it was, I was completely aware of the sensations as
the doctor reached down between my thighs and tugged at
the carrot whose nose was buried way up in my very full
bladder. It was the strangest feeling, as the now limp
carrot was pulled from a very stretched peepee hole
that had never passed a solid object through itself.
Then came the deluge.
I had worried about being able to hold my bladder
without the carrot cork in place, but try as I might, I
couldn't even slow the firehose gush from the stretched
little pink bump under my funny button, especially as
the doctor rubbed its throbbing mass as he extracted
the carrot from me.
My 'gina and backdoor clamped down so tight that I
thought I'd never get either one of then to open and a
large glob of slippery stuff slid from my poochie and
caressed my backdoor as a large yellow arc cut through
the air and landed somewhere on the floor way away from
the table I was lying on. Again I turned beet red as
the entire audience clapped their approval.
"Next we will investigate the subject's rectum's
ability to adapt to new situations. First we will use
the speculum to dilate her anus, then my assistant will
insert a large, cold butter suppository. The subject
will then be allowed to walk around for a few minutes
as the suppository melts, and we will then determine
the muscle tone of the subject's anal sphincter and its
ability to contain the resulting melted suppository."
After the applause died down the doctor reached for the
strange large instrument with the blades that he had
used to pry open my backdoor earlier. The blades had
been well lubricated and my bottom hole had be
inundated with slippery goo from my poochie, so the
cool steel blades slipped easily, if not painlessly, up
into my bottom. Then he moved the handles and stretched
my poor bottom open once again. I looked up at the
video monitor and saw my poor stretched pink bottom
hole. The nasty looking hole must have been at least
three inches wide. What was he going to do now?
The young boy left the room, only to return with a
strange, square, oblong item wrapped in a translucent
paper. He slowly unwrapped the thing, and on the video
monitor, I could see that it was a stick of pure,
creamy butter. What were they doing with butter in
here. Had they run out of lubricant and were now going
to use butter as a lubricant for any future
examinations? I shuttered to think of how I would smell
if they did this, I had not yet been allowed to bathe
and the thought of the smell of rancid butter mixed
with the odor of my unwashed "delicate areas" almost
made me sick.
Before I could contemplate this indelicate situation
too long, reality reared its ugly head. As I watched,
stunned, the boy slid the entire stick of ice cold
butter into the ugly red hole held open by those
devilish blades. My poor bottom was not big enough to
accept the entire stick, and at least half of the
yellow intruder jutted out.
The boy, seeing the problem, put the heel of one hand
on the exposed end of the stick and pushed with all his
weight. Extreme pain and a tearing sensation caused me
to buck and yank at my bonds, but the doctor quickly
removed the device once the entire stick was completely
inside.
I immediately tried to expel the huge icy mass, but its
size was too large to exit. I could see the slippery
yellow mass in the middle of the ugly red hole as I
strained, but it simply would not come out. And every
time I pushed down, another rush of pee-pee with squirt
from me. Again, a rousing round of applause from the
audience caused me to blush a fierce red.
As soon as the doctor saw that the butter was firmly
implanted in my backdoor, he had the two assistants
untie me and walk me around the stage. Because of the
huge intruder in me, I could comfortably walk only if I
was hunched over. In this position, the devilish thing
deep within me seemed less likely to push painfully on
my internal organs.
With every step, though, my traitorous bladder would
send a small spurt down my legs, and the butter would
shift around, rubbing first this organ then that one. A
strange throbbing feeling began to hum deep in my
pelvis, and a strange slipperiness seeped from both my
bottom and my 'gina. Soon, my upper thighs slid past
each other with each step, adding to the hypnotic buzz
in my privates.
The young boy was guiding me on my left by holding my
arm. Every once in a while, when my back was towards
the audience, he would reach down and rub my privates,
especially down between my legs where the slipperiness
was welling up.
Each time he touched me there, a shock went up my
spine, making me stand straight up until the butter
stick jostled sometime painful up inside me. Then I
would quickly slump over once again to minimize the
pain. One of these times, he did not remove his hand so
quickly as he had been, and as I violently jerked
upward then back down, his finger brushed across my
pulsating funny button. My legs straightened out, my
vision went red, then gray, then black, my insides
clenched up so much that I felt the bar of butter bend,
then break in two, and all the air rushed from my lungs
in a single whoosh.
Just before I passed out, I felt a jet of liquid from
my privates on my inner thighs. I thought I had lost
control of my bladder again, but when I looked down,
there was no yellowness to the copious fluids on my
legs, in fact, the fluid was almost syrupy in
consistency.
The last thing I remember is my entire pelvic area
pulsing and clenching, and the evil intruder being
expelled from my fundament. As it was expelled, a
gallon of warm, yellow, slippery melted butter erupted
from my pink bottom hole and splashed all over my
bottom cheeks, the crack between them, my thighs, and
the floor below me.
"The subject has apparently just experienced an orgasm,
possibly her first ever. The existence of the large
suppository in her rectum at this time was fortuitous,
for it may begin to associate the feeling of anal
intrusion with sexual pleasure in the subject."
"I believe the subject has recovered sufficiently to
begin the final part of today's session, an experiment
in urinary sphincter tone improvement through the
installation of ice water in the subject's urinary
bladder through catheterization. First, my assistants
will clean the subject and place her back on the
examining table and apply restraints."
When I came to, the two assistants had again placed my
up on the examining table with my feet tied up in the
cold stirrups. My knees seemed to be made of jelly and
my tummy throbbed. The woman was gently cleaning my
privates while the boy was washing my legs.
My 'gina spasmed whenever either of them touched me,
and my pee-pee hole was still dribbling, but the woman
had put a washcloth under my bottom to catch the yellow
flow. Then the boy put two fingers up my slippery
backside and spread my bottom open. Luckily all of the
melted butted had been expelled with the remains of the
crushed stick of butter, so very little was left to
drain down his brown fingers.
After they had completely cleaned me up from the
slippery mess I had made on myself, they reattached the
restraints that held my torso down against the table. I
could not see anything of what they were doing "down
there", not even through a video monitor.
The next thing I felt was something rubbing around
below my still throbbing funny button, then slip inside
my cruelly stretched pee-pee hole and then expand like
a balloon inside my bladder and outside against my
button. Every move I made with my hyper-excited pelvis
rubbed my button against some strange feeling rubber
ball or balloon. I couldn't figure out what they were
going to do, but it felt strangely good and exciting.
"Now that the double balloon catheter is in place, we
will flush the subject's bladder with 500 milliliters
of ice cold water. There have been reports that such a
treatment may restore sphincter control in subjects
with hyper-extended urinary sphincters. We will begin
the infusion."
Just as I was beginning to enjoy the gentle rubbing on
my funny button, boiling hot liquid was injected into
me. I've never felt so much pain, as my bladder
contracted, trying to expel the flaming liquid from my
tortured body. But the tub into my bladder kept all
fluids inside, where they could do even more damage. My
body strained at the restraints, trying to bend double
in the exertion to void the damnable fluid from below.
The boy jammed two fingers up my backside and played
with the ball in my bladder for a moment then both
balls were deflated and a rush of icy water sprayed on
my legs, all the way down to my feet. At the same time
he rubbed my button and swirled his fingers in my
backside. A hot spray wet the insides of my legs and my
entire mind went red.
My guts clenched and I lost feeling in my legs as more
lightening flashed down my spine and into my privates.
The skin on my chest flushed a bright red, the tiny
nipples on my breasts went rigid, I clamped down on the
boy's fingers with my backdoor so tight that I felt his
knuckles crack, then everything went black.
"The subject seems to be multi-orgasmic, as she has
obviously just experienced a rather intense sexual
orgasm, complete with the seldom observed female
ejaculation. We may investigate this phenomenon more
during a later session."
"Since the catheter has been removed and there is no
apparent urinary incontinence, we may assume the
procedure was successful in hastening the return of
muscle tone to the subject's urinary sphincter after it
had suffered blunt trauma. This completes today's
session."
CHAPTER IV
Again I slept soundly that night. The strange dreams
came like clockwork. I remember dreaming that I was
again a little girl with no hair "down there", but I
was again on the Doctor's examining table with my feet
strapped into the metal stirrups. And the Doctor was
not the Iraqi, but my own dear Dad, while Mommy was the
female assistant who had so gently washed my privates
the other day. Since Dad had not seen my privates since
I was still in diapers, he carefully examined the
outside of both my little pink back hole and my front
privates.
Mommy looked on disapprovingly with her arms crossed
over her ample bosom. Dad rubbed some cool cream over
my bottom hole and gently slid his big finger up my
backside. A strange look crossed his face and he
announced that I needed to go to the bathroom, really
badly. Mommy got the stainless steel bowl and placed it
between my widely splayed thighs, under my pooper, and
Dad gently coaxed chunks of poopie out of me and into
the silvery bowl.
I must have been badly constipated, because each chunk
caused the bowl to ring like a bell when it hit. The
strange thing was that I didn't feel the least bit
embarrassed, even though Dad had his finger up my dirty
backside and was pulling pieces of logs out, right in
front of Mommy.
After he got all of the stuff from my backside, he
began rubbing and examining my poochie. As Mommy
watched over his shoulder, he gently separated my outer
and inner lips and peered directly up my tiny 'gina.
He said to Mommy, "Look's like our little girl hasn't
been messing around with any nasty boys. See? She's
intact. There's her maidenhead, all full and pink."
Then he stuck his face just a few inches from my crotch
and said, "But from the smell down here, she's not real
good at washing herself, or has been playing with
herself. Let's see if she reacts improperly to clitoral
stimulation." Then he began rubbing my little pink
funny button and my hips began to react immediately.
"I definitely think she's been regularly and avidly
masturbating. Notice how precociously she reacts."
Involuntarily, my juvenile hips thrust themselves up
off of the examining table and against his wonderfully
stimulating fingers. My breath came in gasps and my
poochie began running with internal lubrication. Daddy
reached down and slid a finger up my very slippery
backside, until his palm was flat against the base of
my poochie and his large knuckles were well inside the
pink muscle ring at the entrance to my pooper.
Then the warm red glow filled the room again and,
starting at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on
fire. A lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed
into my head and my legs began to tremble on their own.
Wave after wave of lightening flashed from my privates,
lighting up the entire room and causing thunder
crashes. Mommy just stood there with a stern look on
her face but Dad ran his finger in and out of my
clenching backside and kept up a constant massage of my
funny button.
I passed out from the excitement and when I came to,
Mommy was washing my privates with a warm washcloth.
Daddy was looking over her shoulder and directing the
cleanup, using very clinical terms like," now carefully
rinse her inner labia, vaginal cul-de-sac and make sure
you retract her clitoral hood and wash beneath it. We
don't want our precious little girl's genitals to
smell."
Again I woke up and my entire body was limp and
relaxed. I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed,
and stripped for a sponge bath. It was really strange
to have someone else carefully wash every square inch
of my body, including my privates, just like Mommy had
done in the dream. Finally, I was taken back into the
"theater", secured to the examining table, and the
curtains were pulled back. The bleachers were filled to
overflowing. The doctor began to speak.
"Because of a unique opportunity offered by our
subject, today's session will include something that is
seldom witnessed. Because of the rarity of today's
demonstration, additional video cameras have been set
up to record the display from several angles,
concurrently.
"As many of you have witnessed, the subject has been
determined to be a "virgo intactus", an undisturbed
virgin who still possess an intact hymen. Today, we
will deflower this virgin and catch every moment of the
event permanently on video tape.
"From previous sessions, the subject is known to be
easily sexually aroused. Since this will be her first
experience of sexual intercourse, her hymen partially
blocks her vagina, so she may not be able to fully
lubricate her own genital tract. We will assure the
subject is fully lubricated, both by bringing her
natural lubrication system to a fevered pitch, and also
by the heavy application of a sterile personal
lubricant to her internal and external genitalia.
To stimulate her natural lubrication, we will take
advantage of her apparent penchant for anal stimulation
by inserting a low voltage electrode into her anus and
stimulate her rectal and genital regions with low
energy electrical pulses. Once her natural lubrication
has begun, we will supplement her own lubricitive
fluids with the lubricating jelly. Once the subject is
fully lubricated, a male subject will enter and her
initial sexual intercourse will begin."
There were several new video cameras in the room,
including one on an adjustable arm suspended from the
ceiling over the examining table. The doctor reached up
and pulled it down and positioned it so it was right
above his shoulder and aimed right at my now so very
familiar and so very exposed privates. As he did so I
could see my lower tummy and my entire poochie appear
in the monitor. The doctor turned on a light and
adjusted it so it illuminated my secret areas, the
warmth from the lamp felt good.
He quickly slipped on a pair of latex exam gloves and I
could both see and feel as he placed his fingers on the
lips of my poochie and spread them apart. I was
surprised by my moist pinkness down there as he spread
them wide exposing my 'gina. My precious maidenhead was
standing proudly at the entrance. His finger pushed
upwards and my funny button slipped from under its
hiding place as his fingers continued to open and
massage me as he examined every fold of my poochie.
He took his fingers from my private region and I could
see him picking up a tube of lubricant from the table
that was beside him, I know he was getting ready to put
his fingers up inside of me again. I watched fascinated
as he squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto his
fingers. He gently massaged my lower tummy and at the
same time as I felt the coolness of the lubricant, as
his fingers eased themselves into my bottom hole.
I knew resistance was futile, so I relaxed my lower
abdomen and breathed deeply. It was a bit uncomfortable
for a moment until I adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
Then as suddenly as they had entered his fingers were
withdrawn, and I was empty again.
He wiped my privates dry with a tissue and stripped off
his gloves and came around to the side of the table.
The young boy assistant entered the room carrying a
small box and attached to the box by a electrical cable
was what looked like some sort of probe. The probe was
black, about an inch in diameter and about 5 inches in
length and had two silver electrodes running the length
of it.
"I am going to place this electrode in your rectum.
Please cooperate with me and no harm will come to you,"
he said his strange, gentle and slightly accented
voice. After everything they had done to me, I knew I
could not prevent them from doing anything they wanted,
so I decided to just cooperate with them. Perhaps they
actually would not harm me.
The Doctor took the probe and moved down to the end of
the table between my opened legs which were still in
the stirrups, and seated himself on a stool, placing
the stimulator on the table next to him. I could see
him once again pick up the tube of lubricant and apply
a generous gob to the probe.
"I am going to insert the probe now, bear down, and
relax."
I felt his fingers spreading my bottom cheeks apart and
felt the coolness of the lubricated probe against my
bottom hole. I lay there in total submission and let
him have his way with my bottom.
"Breath deeply," I heard him saying and felt the probe
pressing inward.
I gasped a bit as I felt myself stretching to
accommodate its size. I could see it slipping into me
in the monitor above. Before I knew it, it was already
two thirds of the way in. It was not as painful as the
stick of butter had been, but it seemed more bulky, so
I felt like I had never been filled like this before.
"Just a little bit more," I could hear him saying in
his reassuring voice, "Just breath deeply."
Then as if by magic I felt my poor poopie hole clamp
down over the smaller diameter of the cable and knew
the probe was fully inside my backside. As I looked
down, I could see my whole private area in the monitor,
my spread poochie, all wet and pink, and the black
cable disappearing inside of my bottom hole.
I felt the urge to bear down, to push the thing out of
me like a poopie log. At the same time I hear him say,
"You are probably feeling like you need to defecate out
the probe aren't you?" he said. "Just wait a moment.
When I give you the first stimulation that urge will
pass."
"I will now deliver the first stimulation. It will be a
small one just to acclimate you to the sensation, and
to set the probe in proper position."
No sooner had the words came out of his mouth when I
felt a tiny tingle deep in my belly, and felt my bottom
hole contract. A small gasp escaped my lips at the
suddenness. My entire tummy felt warm and pink. The
urge to poop out the probe was almost gone.
I lay there on that examining table, with an electrical
device hidden way up my backside, waiting for the next
pulse. All of the spectators were strangely quiet.
Their entire attention was riveted on the nearest video
monitor.
Then it was upon me. I felt the tingle inside me, my
backdoor convulsed. The fuzzy feeling in my lower tummy
grew in intensity as the doctor rotated the power dial,
and I was aware of a tingling down the backs of my
thighs. I felt my poochie swelling as the pink wave
swept across me. Then the stimulation relaxed as he
rotated the knob back.
"Very good", I heard him saying. Then I felt the tingle
and the grip of the stimulation again.I felt my
heartbeat deep within my privates. I could feel my
privates spreading as my funny button swelled and
throbbed. My inner privates turned deep red and my hips
tried to thrust upward to intensify the feeling.
For the first time since my capture, I was not worrying
about the doctor or the audience being there watching
me. My body was just abandoning itself to the
delightful sensations the probe was causing within me.
With each stimulation the doctor administered, I could
feel the intensity growing stronger, more insistent,
controlling me longer, feeling my bottom hole contract
tightly around the cable, my inner and outer private
lips, and my funny button swell as body reacted to the
delightful rhythmic pulse. I felt so open, so wet. I
was rapidly developing a strange, empty feeling deep
inside of me, an almost aching feeling inside my 'gina.
Something drew me to open my eyes, I wanted to see
myself. When I looked upward into the monitor I was not
expecting to see what I saw. All my privates were
swollen almost to the bursting point, my outer lips
spread, my inner lips swollen and an almost fiery red.
A large stream of clear goo was oozing from within me.
I had never seen myself produce so much lubrication. It
was bathing my lips, making them glisten in the
examining light. Then I heard a slight click and
another stimulation gripped me and I grunted as the
peak grew quickly and surpassed the previous surges.
My tummy was craving relief from this torment, but the
stimulation didn't lessen. I remained there, for
moments till I felt the grip lessen. The urge to thrust
grew with each passing stimulation. When the next
stimulation came I let myself go and felt my bottom
contract as my hips involuntarily thrust upward. I
almost shrieked at the sensation that flooded upward
from my tormented private area as I responded to the
urge to thrust.
I remained there, legs rigid, hips thrust upward off
the table as wave after wave of intense red lightening
coursed through me, far stronger and more intense then
anything I had ever known. I hung there in that
blissful state, a moan escaping my lips from the
delightfully exquisite sensations I was feeling where
my thighs join my tummy. I don't know how long that
lasted, but gradually the contractions lessened in
intensity, and length, and I sagged back to the table,
totally spent.
I lay there, my breath coming in gasps from the
tremendous experience I had just go through. Other than
my breathing, the room was quite. A warm, wet puddle
formed under my bottom as glob after glob of goo was
forced from my still- swollen poochie with each
heartbeat, then slowly slid down my bottom crack and
dropped to the table below.
I became aware of the doctor's voice telling me to bear
down. He was going to remove the probe. I relaxed my
backdoor and felt a tug as he pulled on the cable, then
felt the probe slip free. The entire audience jumped to
their feet and burst into applause. I was so weak, I
couldn't move, I couldn't react, even mentally or
emotionally. For the first time since these humiliating
experiences had begun, I didn't even blush after such
an embarrassing display.
"I believe it is time to insert the additional
lubricant and introduce our subject to the instrument
of her deflowering. I will fill this vaginal cream
applicator with approximately half a liter of
lubricating jelly, insert the thin nozzle into her
upper vagina, and expel its contents into the upper
third of her still infantile vaginal canal. The excess
will be extruded and supplement her natural
lubrications at the mouth of her vagina."
After the applause quieted down, I noticed the doctor
filling a strange, syringe like device with a large
quantity of a clear cream. As I was wondering what they
had planned for me next, he separated my still swollen
lower lips and thrust the thin nozzle of the syringe
way up in my 'gina. It felt like his entire hand had
been pushed up into my most precious area and my 'gina
was forced to accept the invader.
It seemed like the nozzle was many times bigger than
the tampons I had used. Then a cold rush poured down
from inside me, from up inside my 'gina as he injected
all that clear stuff deep inside of me. Apparently,
there was no room up there for all of it, because large
gobs of the chilly stuff squished out around the nozzle
and slid down my crack to join in the puddle of warm
goo already on the table. I shivered as the cold from
the cream penetrated my privates and sent a chill up my
spine.
"Since our subject is a virgin, her first intercourse
will be with a barely pubescent male. His small penis
should be large enough to remove her hymen, but small
enough to not stretch her genitalia nor cause extreme
pain, even though her vagina is rather infantile in
size."
The next thing I knew, the young boy assistant had
returned to the room. As I watched, he slowly removed
his white uniform shirt, then his white pants. I was
amazed at the bulge in his strange looking underwear.
He was wearing something like the training pants my
little cousins wore. Then he removed his underwear--
and his little ding dong was stiff and red! He rubbed
his hand up and down the incredibly stiff shaft a few
times and walked towards me.
He was smiling and it was waving. As he approached my
widely splayed thighs, his eyes were riveted to my
slippery, spread privates. What was he going to do? "My
eleven-year old assistant will mount the subject as she
is, strapped into place on the examining table. Because
he is so short, he will first put a foot stool between
the subject's extended legs, then continue to affect
insertion."
When he finally stopped between my legs,his hand still
rubbing his little red ding dong, he lowered his head
and examined my poor privates. What was he looking at?
I heard a scraping of something along the floor, then
he stood up and was at least a foot taller. I realized
he must have put something to stand on at the foot of
the examining table.
In this position, his fiery red shaft was at the exact
level of my privates. Then he leaned forward and put
his hands on each side of my private fold. As he
separated my swollen lower lips, a strange slippery
feeling tickled the entrance to my 'gina, something
like what a tampon applicator feels like going in.
I clamped down hard - just like I needed to go to the
bathroom really bad but didn't want to. The end of his
thing slid around the slippery area between my private
lips, from up around my button to down around my
backdoor. Maybe I could squeeze myself so tight that he
couldn't put his nasty hard ding dong into my precious
niche. Then there was an uncomfortable stretching
feeling, and finally, a sharp pain as his oversized
ding dong pushed at my precious maidenhead.
So they were going to rape me.
This young boy was going to deflower me. I knew I
wouldn't be able to give my virginity to my husband on
our wedding night. I would go to my wedding bed a
soiled woman, damaged goods. And the worst was, there
was nothing I could do about it. If I resisted, they
would simply drug me. The Iraqis would deprive me of
this, my one true measure of love.
A searing pain brought me out of my inner thoughts. My
entire insides were being ripped apart as the red
invader cruelly forced his way up into my precious
being. In the monitor, I could see globs of red tinged
lubricant being forced from my tight interior sheath,
being replaced by the Iraqi boy's concrete manhood. I
was being split in two, and the pain was a red cloud
filling my mind.
He withdrew and forced the attack again, gaining a few
fractions of an inch at each excruciating push. My
'gina convulsed in its own defense. He was winning,
putting that nasty thing up into my virginal depths,
and I was losing my innocence.
Then the boy's body rubbed against me. I was fully
impaled on his dagger. His scant pubic hair rubbed
against my inflamed funny button. The red cloud drifted
from my brain to my tummy and my hips began moving on
their own. He pistoned his knife into and out of me
like a small steam engine and my pelvis began to match
his thrusts.
A wet sucking sound filled the room. Soon, he threw his
head back and pushed himself even deeper into my
violated cleft, then let out a blood curdling scream.
His hips moved even faster. I could see the veins in
his head and neck throb, and his manhood swelled even
larger in my overstretched sheath.
One last guttural roar escaped his throat as I felt his
man seed force its way up his constricted shaft and
spill in my overstrained woman tube. I felt the gruelly
liquid splash all over the mouth of my womb, run down
the tightly stretched walls of my 'gina, spill out of
its painfully torn mouth, and splash around our joined
organs of procreation. It was then churned into a white
froth by his incessant thrusts.
Finally, my legs and tummy went rigid and all my
insides spasmed at once, trying to squeeze his shaft
from my tight grotto. My vision went red, then black,
and just before I passed out, a gallon of warm, wet,
slippery liquid sprayed from my 'gina and splashed all
over the young boy's crotch, wetting me, the examining
table, and him - all the way to his waist.
"As you can see, the young male subject shows the
enthusiasm common in subjects his age. He also has
demonstrated the short copulatory times before the
onset of orgasm common with his age. The female subject
apparently has also orgasmed during her first
intercourse; an uncommon event. The monitors are now
displaying the torn remnants of the female subject's
recently intact hymen.
There is one large lateral tear in the membrane to
allow full penetration, while most of the tissue is
simply stretched from its normally taut state. Her
first intercourse with a normally proportioned adult
male will also be painful as the stretched tissues are
rent and torn, but her technical virginity is no longer
in question.
There is still some minor bleeding associated with
capillaries in the torn tissue, but no significant
hemorrhaging nor other damage to underlying structures
is apparent. My female assistant will now revive the
subject prior to cleansing her of the fluids of
copulation, then she will take care of the surficial
damage done to the subject's genital tract."
A few minutes later, I came to. It all seemed like a
bad dream, being shot down, captured, humiliated, then
raped. I expected to awaken in my own warm bed at home.
But I didn't. I awoke to find the female assistant
shaking me into consciousness. Then she wiped several
tissues of slimy pink, pearlescent liquid from my
extremely tender crotch.
Finally, she put a stainless bowl under my rump and
slid a hard plastic nozzle up my recently violated
womanly place. Next, she squeezed the syringe and sent
quarts of stinging cleansing fluid up into me to mix
with the boy's recently deposited man seed juice. The
now syrupy liquid coursed down my 'gina, across the raw
edges of my once proud virginity, then down my bottom
crack and into the waiting bowl.
The unmistakable smells of pungent man seed and musky
womanly lubricant mixed and filled the room. The crowd
was going wild in a standing ovation as scenes from my
recent ordeal played and replayed on all the monitors.
Each loop ended with a foot high image of my blood
oozing hymen remnants, deep in my now no longer virgin
'gina. The young boy was proudly strutting around the
theater, his red-stained shaft again disgustingly erect
and pulsing in time to the crowd's chants and clapping.
The only saving grace was my red friend had come and
gone a week ago, so at least I didn't have to fear
pregnancy from the adolescent rapist. I shuddered to
think what carrying his child would be like, always
having to look at her face and see the lust of her
father and his red stained ding dong that had stolen my
virginity and girlhood. I wished I had prepared myself
with some type of birth control (and that I believed in
their use), because these fiends had crossed the
Rubicon and I was sure that today's vile rape would not
be the last I would have to endure.
Thankfully, the assistant injected me with something
that knocked me out. I do not remember being wheeled
back to my cell. "Since the demonstration has been
completed, the subject has been sedated and removed to
her cell. The next demonstration will be postponed
until the subject recovers fully from today's
experience, and will require several days preparation
for a course of medical therapy, there will be no
session tomorrow. This completes today's session."
CHAPTER V
Again I slept soundly that night. The strange dreams
came like clockwork. I remember dreaming that I was
again a little girl with no hair "down there", and
again I was on the Doctor's examining table with my
feet strapped into the metal stirrups.
This time, there was no Doctor in the room, just my own
dear Dad and Mommy. Dad carefully examined the outside
of both my little pink back hole and my front privates
while Mommy pointed out things and held my lower lips
open while he looked and sniffed at my privates. Dad
left the room and Mommy rubbed cool cream all over the
inside of my poochie, telling me what a good girl I
was, behaving and acting like a real grown up girl.
Dad returned, dressed like the young boy assistant. As
I watched, he slowly removed his white uniform shirt,
then his white pants. Dad had the same bulge in his
strange looking underwear, except his was as large as
my entire arm. Then he removed his underwear and his
ding dong was stiff and red. He rubbed his hand up and
down the incredibly stiff shaft a few times, his hands
barely able to fit around the enormous shaft and walked
towards me.
He was smiling and it was waving. As he approached my
widely splayed thighs, his eyes were riveted to my
slippery, spread privates which Mommy held open and
pointed to. The strange thing was that I didn't feel
the least bit embarrassed, even though Dad had his ding
dong out and was rubbing it up and down, while Mommy
held my poochie open.
She said, "She's intact. Look's like our little girl is
still a perfectly chaste little virgin. See? There's
her maidenhead, all full and pink, ready for her own
Father to take, just like he took mine and then made a
precious little girl grow inside of me."
Then she stuck her fingers up into my 'gina and said,
"And she's all wet and slippery. She's going to love
having your big prick up her tiny pussy and rubbing her
little pink clit." Then she began rubbing my little
pink funny button and my hips began to react
immediately.
My juvenile hips thrust themselves up off of the
examining table and against his ding dong, which was
now firmly implanted in the mouth of my 'gina. My
breath came in gasps and my poochie began running with
internal lubrication. Daddy reached down and slid a
finger up my very slippery backside, until his palm was
flat against the base of my poochie and his large
knuckles were well inside the pink muscle ring at the
entrance to my pooper.
Then the warm red glow filled the room again and,
starting at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on
fire. A lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed
into my head and my legs began to tremble on their own.
Wave after wave of lightening flashed from my privates,
lighting up the entire room and causing thunder
crashes.
Mommy just stood there with a joyous look on her face
and Dad ran his finger in and out of my clenching
backside. Then I felt his ding dong start to go into my
poochie. It melted my virginity and filled me with
incredible warmth as my 'gina stretched to take in its
incredible girth.
I passed out from the excitement and when I came to,
Daddy's ding dong was way up inside of me. And unlike
the young boy who raped me, my 'gina felt all warm and
cuddly as his monstrous member slipped in and out of
me. The red cloud filled my vision several times before
he gave a grunt and pushed his ding dong all the way up
my newly opened womanly channel.
His face clenched and he thrust his hips against my
bottom, trying to drive himself deeper into my precious
being, then a warm thick spray rained down on my
insides from the end of his magic wand. Then he pushed
his massive finger deep into my backside hole and
wiggled it around and the red cloud again went black
and I passed out, but not before I heard him tell Mommy
that I was so tight that he couldn't pull himself out
of me.
I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed, and
stripped for a sponge bath. My privates were so sore
that I could not walk, except in a strange bow legged
manner which kept the torn edges inside my 'gina from
rubbing against each other. Then I was lead back to my
cell, there was to be no session that day, or for
several after it.
However, three times a day, the female assistant would
come into my cell, give me a shot, and examine my poor
torn poochie. After just a couple of days, I could walk
properly again, and had regained much of my strength. I
began contemplating my means of escape.
On the fourth day after my defloration, I awoke with an
unexpected heaviness in my loins. I started counting
back and realized it was way too early for such
feelings. I could tell from the achy, heavy throbbing
that my abused body was telling me it was nearly time
for my "red friend".
It couldn't be, though, since I was always very regular
in my periods. It had been only two weeks since she
last left. The lower back cramps and bloating, along
with headaches, later that same day told me the story,
the onset of my next period was imminent.
Since all of my personal belongings had been taken from
me, I had no way to take care of myself once my flow
started. And since I wore almost no clothing and no
underwear, it would be embarrasingly apparent shortly
thereafter.
I tried to ask the female assistant for "things" to
properly observe feminine hygine, but she spoke no
English. Finally, the Doctor came to my cell and asked
what the problem was.
"I believe certain 'female' things are about to happen
to me and I need 'womanly supplies' to take care of
them," I said, trying to be as discrete and ladylike as
I could. I had never discussed my periods with anyone,
not even my Mommy, since they started.
"I do not under stand. What kind of 'female' things are
about to happen? And what sort of 'womanly supplies' do
you need?"
"I believe my red friend is about to visit me and I
need 'things' to take care of myself.
"I can assure you that you will not have any outside
visitors. And what kind of things do you need."
It was obvious that the Doctor was not understanding my
polite references. I would have to be more direct with
him. I immediately began to blush. "I believe it is
nearly my time of the month and I will need something
to take care of it."
"Are you speaking of astrology? I do not understand
your request."
Out of frustration, I pointed at my privates and said,
"It's going to begin today and I don't want to have an
accident."
"Are you having bladder or bowel control problems?
Perhaps I need to examine you again."
"No! Never mind, you'll never understand!" and I went
back to my cell bed. I felt drowsy and decided to take
a short nap.
Several hours later, I awoke and felt a strange, warm
stickiness down between my thighs. Without looking, I
knew it had started, and I had made a terrible mess. I
waddled to the cell door and made enough noise that the
female assistant came in. She immediately saw the large
red stains on my upper thighs and left, returning a few
moments later with a large warm wash cloth and a white
cardboard box. She passed them through the cell bars,
then stood and watched me. Since there was no place
with any privacy in the cell, even the toilet was out
in the open, I began washing my soiled privates as she
stood by.
After several minutes of laving myself "down there", I
was again presentable, but the wash cloth was
permanently stained a deep red color, and had "that
smell" about it.
Then I opened the white box. It was filled with an
instruction sheet and large cardboard tubes, as thick
as two of my fingers. "These must be what passes for
tampons here," I remember thinking to myself. "I guess
it's a good thing I'm no longer a virgin, I'd NEVER be
able to use these things if I was. I've always felt
stretched by Tampax juniors!"
I removed one of the formadable objects and tore the
stiff white paper wrapper from it. Once I had the
tampon unwrapped, I was in for another shock, the
removal string was at least a foot long.
I would not be able to discretely tuck it up between my
privates to hide the fact my "friend" was here, it
would have to dangle down almost to my knees and act
like a little white arrow pointing at my nasty, smelly
privates and announce to the world my "friend's"
presence. I just hoped that there wouldn't be another
session for a few days.
FINI
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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