Kafran shakes his head. “No. We were waiting for you to give us the all-clear today. We did, however, penetrate her with our combined fingers in the middle of the night. There was a barrier, and we tore through it.”
“We also fingered her bottom,” Skarg adds.
I squeeze my eyes closed and purse my lips, wishing I could fall through a crack in the universe.
“Good. I’ll examine both to check for any tears.”
I’m strapped to the table, as usual, my arms above my head. I’m not the least bit surprised when the doctor restrains my legs open in stirrups. Nor am I shocked when he shines a bright light between my legs.
“I’m going to insert a speculum, Little one,” he informs me. “I want to test your elasticity. I’ll open the speculum as wide as you can tolerate so I can examine inside your channel as well and ensure you can easily take your Papis’ girths.”
I don’t respond. I might scream if one of my Papis makes me utter polite words. I’m too mortified to be polite and respectful. I’m not bothered by the insertion of the cold metal speculum, but I wince when I feel the device stretching me.
“Are you okay, Little one?” Thabo asks.
I nod, gritting my teeth. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just tight.
Finally, after what seems like an eon, he removes the stupid speculum. “Everything looks perfect. Entering her will cause her some pressure and possibly discomfort, but she’ll be fine after a minute.”
“Thank you,” Kafran says, “and her rectum?” Is it really necessary to remind the doctor to check my asshole?
Thabo removes the restraints from my legs. For a moment, I feel like maybe he’s going to forgo the humiliating task of examining my forbidden hole, but I’m not so lucky.
“Help her turn over onto her tummy,” he instructs.
My Papis don’t even unfasten my wrists to do so. The straps swivel around so that my arms easily switch places.
Thabo lifts my hips and puts some sort of wedge under me that leaves my forehead against the table and my bottom high in the air. The stupid wedge is unforgiving. It’s not a soft pillow. It’sa stiff sort of rubber. And a section of it extends between my legs, forcing them wide open.
I whimper as the doctor pulls a strap around my lower back and secures me tight. I can’t move a single inch.
“If you two will hold her bottom open for me, it will make it easier for me to examine her.”
“Of course,” Kafran says right before they both pull a cheek, separating them and exposing my anus.
I’m panting from the humiliation and embarrassment. The most mortifying part of all this is that my pussy is dripping wet. I can’t stop it. The strap around my waist pushes me to a higher level of arousal. There’s no hiding my plight from my Papis. I’m sure the doctor will somehow find out, too.
“Deep breaths, Mercy,” Thabo instructs. “I’m going to use a similar speculum to open your rectum now. It will be easier if you don’t clench down.”
I hold my breath while he inserts another metal device into me, this time in the ickiest part of my entire body.
Kafran and Skarg each hold my cheeks open with one hand while their other hands are on my thighs, bracing me.
I cry out when the doctor begins to open the stupid speculum.
“Are you in any pain, Little one?” Thabo asks.
“No,” I shout. “I’m embarrassed. Please stop. I don’t care if there are cuts. I’m fine.”
Thabo’s voice is very calm as he says, “Why don’t you inject her with a mild sedative. If you do it near the entrance to her rectum, it will help me examine her and cause her to relax at the same time.”
I shake my head at the suggestion. “No. Please, Papi, no,” I plead.
My words are in vain. Everyone ignores me. Skarg leans over my tight hole, licks me several times near the puckered entrance, and then lowers his quill into my tender flesh.
I scream. It hurts, and I’m pissed off. Fighting against my restraints is futile, but I do it anyway. “Please… No.”
Kafran strokes the top of my head. “Shhh. Deep breaths, Little one. Medical exams are not optional. You’ll feel calmer in a moment when the serum takes effect.”
