Dr. Brovachik picked up the blue plastic bin containing Olivia's clothes, shoes, and purse from his desk. With his other hand, he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked one of the cabinets above the sink. "Since there's going to be five other people coming into this room," he explained, "I don't want any of your belongings to go missing." He placed the bin into the cabinet, closed the door and it clicked shut. "That should keep your things safe."
He picked up the bucket of water that had been sitting on the floor at the foot of the exam table and moved it to the other side of the room. He then brought over a rolling stool and placed it a few feet from the foot of the exam table. Olivia was just dreading what was to come.
Dr. Brovachik then walked over to a long, narrow cupboard, opened it, and retrieved a pair of gynecological stirrups. He attached them to the end of the exam table and instructed Olivia to lie back. He grasped her ankles, and guided her feet into the stirrups. He adjusted the stirrups moving them as far apart as possible, forcing Olivia's thighs to be splayed wide open. "Perfect!" he declared, looking directly between her legs.
Olivia's heart was beating in her chest. Could this really be happening? With the airconditioner now functioning, she began feeling rather chilly. Her nipples stated getting hard and she could feel the cool air blowing on her recently washed, exposed pussy lips. She was startled out of her thoughts by a sudden knock on the door. Rather than waiting for a reply, the individual on the other side just waltzed right in.
Dr. Miloza was a tall lean man in his early fifties. He had sandy blond hair and a matching mustache. He was followed my four young men who appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. The two doctors greeted each other in Vulmonian. Then Dr. Miloza turned to Olivia and in English said, "My goodness. I can see you're all ready to go. Rather eager, aren't we?"
Olivia closed her eyes and blushed in embarrassment. Then she turned her face toward Dr. Brovachik and timidly asked, "Why are they all men?"
"Because ..." Dr. Brovachik said with puzzlement, "They were born that way?" The two doctors and four medical students all began laughing at Olivia's silly question.
"Why aren't any of the doctors or med students women?"
"Ah, I see. Well, here in Vulmonia," Dr. Brovachik began to explain, "we have a very traditional culture with clearly defined gender rolls. Most women don't work outside the house once they marry and have children.
"And if they do," said Dr. Miloza, "They work at traditionally female jobs. Here in the hospital women work as nurses, receptionists, or cafeteria cooks."
"But all of the doctors are men. It's just better that way," said Dr. Bravochik. "If a woman is just going to quit her job after she gets married, what's the point of her going to all the trouble of completing medical school." All of the other men nodded in agreement. Olivia was rather shocked. She knew Vulmonia was a conservative and traditional culture, but it was like they were still living in the dark ages.
"Lets get on with the pelvic exam, shall we?" said Dr. Miloza as he passed around a box of latex gloves to the four students. He donned a pair himself, then sat down on the rolling stool and readjusted his position so his face was right up near Olivia's pussy. Olivia looked upwards, wondering how she managed to get into this ridiculous situation.
"First I'm just going to have a thorough look over your vulva," said Dr. Miloza. The four students moved closer, trying to get a better look over their instructor's shoulder. "Let's start with the labia majora." With a firm touch, he began rubbing her large outer lips. Olivia's body stiffened as she took a sudden deep breath in. Dr. Miloza laughed softly and said, "It's alright. Relax. Everything's fine." His voice was low and soothing and, had the situation not been so bizarre, it would have probably put Olivia at ease. "You have a very healthy distribution of pubic hair," he observed. Olivia cringed. She did not want to hear comments about her pubic hair.
He then began examining her labia minora. He very lightly brushed his fingers up and down her delicate hairless inner lips. Olivia could feel her clit beginning to pulsate. She clamped her mouth shut, determined not to make any embarrassing noises. One of the students said something in Vulmonian. Dr. Miloza nodded his head yes and then in English said, "Mr. Smurdir was just observing that your labia are turning red." Olivia didn't know if the doctor expected a response, but even if he did, she didn't know what to say.
As Dr. Miloza spread her labia minora wide apart to examine her vaginal opening, another student made a comment, which Olivia couldn't comprehend. Then in English, the student remarked, "So very wet!" The men in the room all chuckled.
"Yes, Mr. Karldof," Dr. Miloza confirmed. "The patient's vagina is producing much natural lubrication. She is young and healthy. That's a good thing."
Another student quickly rattled off a comment in Vulmonian and all of the men bust out laughing. Dr. Miloza, chuckling, didn't bother to translate for Olivia. He just held up one of his hands to indicate that the boys should settle down. Then he began tracing his index finger around the entrance to Olivia's vagina. Olivia's breathing was beginning to become labored.
"Now I will check the bartholin glands," he said. He gently pinched the flesh at the bottom left of her vaginal opening. Using his gloved thumb and forefinger, he firmly rubbed. He then did the same to the other side. He pulled his hand away and looked down at his fingers. "Your body's producing alot lubrication," he remarked. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the cool, airconditioned room, her face felt very hot.
One of the medical students said something is Vulmonian. Olivia could not understand anything he said, except for one word. "Clitoris." Apparently the world for clitoris in Vulmonian was the same as in English.
"Your clitoris, and all of the tissue around it, is extremely engorged," Dr. Miloza translated. "Mr. Yalov wants to know if you are ... aroused?"
"Are you enjoying this?" Mr. Yalov himself asked in English.
"No!" Olivia replied furiously. "How could I possibly be enjoying this?"
