Chapter 16: The Exam
Mary woke up handcuffed to a hospital bed. There was a privacy curtain, so she couldn't see anybody. She couldn't see out the window either, really. It was high on the wall behind her. She was wearing a hospital gown and a pair of white cotton panties. She had been bathed, too, really bathed, not just splashed with water. She called out, "Is anybody there?"
She heard footsteps, and a pretty nurse appeared. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" "I'm feeling okay. Why am I handcuffed to the bed?" "You're in police custody." "There must be some mistake."
The nurse called a man with a uniform and a nightstick that looked like a security guard. The man unlocked the handcuff on the bed. Mary figured she could easily take them both, but she didn't want whatever this misunderstanding was to get worse. The three of them walked into the next room where there was an examination table with stirrups. The nurse weighed her and measured her height, and then she told Mary to sit on the examining table, and she did so. The guard then cuffed Mary to the table and left.
"How old are you?" "Eighteen, ma'am." "Father alive and healthy?" "Yes, ma'am." "Mother alive and healthy?" "Actually she died in 1918 of the Spanish Flu, ma'am." "I'm sorry. How many brothers?" "None, ma'am ." "Sisters?" "None, ma'am." "Are you married?" "No, ma'am." "Are you a virgin?" Mary hesitated. "No, ma'am." "When were you deflowered?" "About two days ago, ma'am." "Only the one lover?" Mary swallowed hard. Here was a woman who had power over her. "No, ma'am." The nurse clucked. "Two, then?" "Five, ma'am" Mary grimaced. "No, six." "I'm not here to judge," said the nurse, obviously judging. "Is it five or six?" "Six, ma'am." "Are you a prostitute?" Mary was incensed, but she had to admit it was a fair question. "No, ma'am." "Were you gang-raped?" Mary supposed it was better than being judged a slut by this nurse. "Yes, ma'am." "You poor dear. I'll have to draw blood to check you for venereal disease. You had all of them in your front place?" "My vagina? Yes, ma'am." She produced a syringe and started to draw blood from her. "They all discharged into you, then?" "No ma'am. Two didn't finish. Three used condoms. One pulled out." "Were you penetrated anally?" "No ma'am." "Do you know what an orgasm is? A climax?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you climax?" She didn't know how it was relevant, but she didn't want to make trouble. "Yes, ma'am." "Often?" "I don't know, ma'am." "When the men penetrated you, did you climax multiple times per...uh...episode?" "Sometimes, ma'am." "Have you ever been kissed down there, or licked?" This was getting out of hand, but she didn't know how to stop it. "Yes, ma'am." "Did you climax?" "Yes, ma'am." "Do you climax from manual stimulation?" "Yes, ma'am." "Have you masturbated?" "Yes, ma'am." The nurse pulled up Mary's hospital gown and saw the wet spot on her panties. "I see these questions have excited you." Mary didn't answer.
The nurse slid a curtain across Mary's waist separating them. The nurse pulled Mary's panties down and off. She placed Mary's feet into the stirrups. Then Mary felt a thermometer, lubricated, slide into her anus. Soon Mary felt a cold metal speculum slowly penetrate into her moist vagina. Perhaps that was what the sexy questions were about? She felt some relief that there could be a method to this nurse's madness. The pressure rose and rose in Mary's vagina as the speculum was adjusted to hold her vagina open further and further. The nurse slid the thermometer out.
From behind the curtain, the nurse said, "You look healthy down here." The nurse was feeling around her vulva, brushing back and forth across her clitoris. The motions continued. Soon, Mary began to feel close to orgasming from the motions. She said, "Uh, nurse, ...um... that's bothering me."
The nurse replied, "Almost done. A few minutes."
