The Operating Theater

It is 1811. I have been sitting in debtors prison for almost a year now, trying to raise the money to pay my landlord all the back rent I owe. I couldn't help but get behind. A single woman in this day and age can do very little to raise money for herself, but I'm a religious woman and won't prostitute myself. Someday, maybe I will marry - but that seems unlikely, wasting away my best years here in prison.

I was born in 1792 into poverty, and my parents died when I was a teenager, leaving me nothing. I had no prospects, and tried to find jobs in restaurants and shops, but it is difficult to keep a position. After being unable to pay my rent one month, my landlord had me thrown into prison. Now, I rely on the alms provided by passersby who see my outstretched hand.

"Woman!" The gaoler was yelling at me. I raised my head and looked at him silently. "This man is here to take prisoners for medical research. He picked you. Go on, now."

"I choose not to go," I answered.

Turning red and stomping toward me, the gaoler grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me forward. "You have no choice. He is paying me for prisoners, and you are one he wants." He flung me toward the awaiting doctor, who proceeded to put handcuffs on me.

The doctor smiled. "You are an intractable one. Collins, the ether, please."

Another man came forward with a rag, reaching toward my face. Unable to use my hands, I tried to resist by moving my face away, but the two men held me close as the rag was forced over my nose and mouth. Soon, things went dark.

***

When I awoke, things were a bit hazy. I could see men looking down on me in two tiers - some were in seats before me, and others were in a balcony. The ones on the ground floor were all in white aprons and had notebooks. The doctor saw me open my eyes.

"Hello, I don't believe I have your name. I am Dr. Kraus," he said to me.

"Ann," I said, still groggy. I tried to scratch my nose, but could not lift my arm from my side. I looked down.

I was completely nude, lying on a table that was tilted slightly up at perhaps a 20 degree angle. My arms were restrained by straps at my side, and my feet were tied into stirrups, held up in the air apart. I was completely exposed with a room of perhaps 40 men staring at me.

"It's nice to have you with us in the operating theater, Ann. The men above are paid spectators, and the men below are students that will be learning from you." He turned to the audience. "You see that I have shaved the patient. She is a virgin, which makes her particularly agreeable for this session."

Dr. Kraus now took his finger and traced it around my vaginal entrance. "This is where the hymen is visible. You probably cannot see well from where you are, so I invite the students to come forward to take a closer look."

The students stood and began to file down. As the first one leaned over and took a good look at my most intimate parts, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. He touched the rim around my hole.

"Which part is the hymen?" he asked.

"This filmy tissue just inside," the doctor answered, taking his own finger and pushing it slightly into my vagina. "You are all welcome to come and feel the hymen for yourself. You'll need to know how to establish that one exists, when the men in the balcony ask you to check the purity of their fiancees." The balcony rippled with laughter.

One after another, the students, about twenty of them, came and peered closely at my vagina, then felt gingerly inside for my hymen. One of them spent quite some time with his finger feeling inside my hole, claiming he couldn't find it, which led to the Doctor again pointing out the hymen by carefully tracing my hole with the student. Having both fingers inside was painful as they vied to both fit inside my tight vagina. Finally, the examination was over.

As the students sat back down, Dr. Kraus continued with the lecture. "Of course, the hymen isn't the only part of the vagina worth studying. There is also a clitoris, sitting just within the two lips of the labia. The clitoris is a useless organ, but during intercourse it can become engorged, as can the breasts." He again touched me, pulling on my labia. "This is the labia," then he touched the senstive bump above that, "and this is the clitoris." He then moved to my side and started massaging my left breast. "You also see how the nipples of the breasts become hard when handled. This can also occur during normal intercourse."

Dr. Kraus took off his apron and unzipped his pants, removing them. He folded his jacket and shirt up, revealing his flaccid penis.

"I know you've all seen one of these before, gentlemen," he said. The crowd laughed. "You know how they work, no doubt. I will now show you how a woman reacts during normal intercourse, and how it changes her body afterward, so that you will be able to identify a used woman readily." He began to stroke his cock, getting it hard. When it was standing out from his body, he took a cloth from a bucket and wrung it out.

"No, please, don't!" I exclaimed. I valued my purity! I did not want to give it up!

"Collins? Please gag the patient." The man who had administered the ether at the prison came forward and tied a cloth around my face. I could not fight him, restrained as I was. I tried to talk, but only muffled noises came from my throat.

"A woman will usually, upon first intercourse, be too dry to admit a penis into her vagina, so for that purpose we have here a soaked rag." Dr. Kraus began to wipe my vagina, leaving my wet in the drafty room. He then positioned his member up to my hole and pushed it in. I screamed, but the gag muffled my voice. His penis pushing in and out of me burned me deep inside.

"You can see that the woman does not enjoy intercourse. This is true of women for most of their lives. You may have to instruct a frustrated husband that he will have to restrain his wife by brute strength or by other means."

At this, Dr. Kraus began to move in and out faster. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could hear the crowd whispering and coughing, and some laughter here and there. Finally, he pushed himself into me hard, and gripped the table I was laying on to steady himself. He shuddered a few times, then stood up straight and carefully withdrew.

As he put his pants back on, he began lecturing again. "You can see that, in confirmation of our examination of the hymen, the patient is bleeding vaginally. She was in fact a virgin. You can also see that not all of the semen remains inside the vagina. This is an indication of obstinateness, an unwillingness to bear my child." Dr. Kraus began to wipe me off again with the water soaked cloth.

"For the remainder of the lesson, each student will perform intercourse with the patient. You are instructed first to examine the vagina and confirm that you see no hymen, so that you can contrast the two states. After you have performed, you should wipe her off for the next student, out of consideration." The audience laughed. "Be sure during intercourse to observe as much of the reactions of the patient as possible, and share those observations with the other students. I will call each student down alphabetically. Mr. Ashdown, please come forward."

A student emerged from the gallery. He removed his apron and pants, as Dr. Kraus had, and began to stroke his penis as he moved toward me. He stood before me, still stroking, and peered down into my vagina.

"You can see that she is missing the tissue that was earlier covering her vaginal entrance," he said aloud. Then he inserted himself. I began to sob for the loss of my virginity.

"She is crying, which leads me to believe she does not enjoy intercourse. She feels very warm inside, and very tight. I am a little amazed, in fact, that her vagina is expanding to accept my penis." He moved faster, in and out, examining my body clinically. Then, he leaned forward, grabbing the table, and quaked as he released his fluid into me.

When he had recovered enough, he stood up and withdrew, accepting a wet cloth from Collins. He cleaned himself and then me off. I could feel his semen dripping from me.

"Mr. Bennett," Dr. Kraus called.

Another student emerged from the gallery, removing his apron and then his pants. He again peered carefully at my vagina, inserting a finger. "I can see nor feel any trace of a hymen." He stroked himself until he was hard, and clinically inserted his penis into me again. At this point, I was merely crying silently, the tears dripping from my face, imagining the horrible fate that awaited me as a slut with no one who would marry me after this.

As he moved in and out, he examined my labia and clitoris with his fingers. "Her clitoris is becoming enlarged, bigger than it was when she was still a virgin. She feels warm and tight." As the others had done, he braced himself as he moved faster in and out of me, finally leaning over me and pressing his pelvis hard into me as he exploded with his own pleasure. Not once did he look me in the eye. He withdrew and silently cleaned me for the next student.

"Mr. Bigge."

A large man stood from his seat and came toward me. As his name would indicate, when he took off his pants, his cock was quite big. I began to sob again. I did not think I could survive this onslaught. He laughed at me.

"This gutter trash thinks she does not deserve this abuse! Maybe next time she will not break the law." He unceremoniously inserted his finger into my vagina, smiling as he did so, then pushed his huge member into my still delicate hole.

I screamed in pain. I could feel his hands rove over my thighs. "I observe that her thighs do not strain in this wide position; maybe she is not so virginal as we would have believed?" He chuckled. He put his hands around my waist. "She doesn't eat much, does she?" He took his time, pumping his cock into me hard each time, but still not finishing. He was obviously enjoying the show. Finally, with two hard thrusts, his seed flushed into me. Before he even removed his member, I could feel the sticky juice dripping down. He withdrew and cleaned me with the offered rag.

"Mr. Brickenden."

Once again, a student came down, examined me silently, then inserted his penis. Mr. Brickenden pinched my nipples as he pounded me. "She is warm, not so tight anymore." The audience roared with laughter. "Her breast are firm and enlarged." He slapped them each a few times, again drawing guffaws from the crowd. "I rather believe she's enjoying this." He smirked at me.

I could feel the tears drip down my cheeks. He finished pleasuring himself between my legs and wiped me up. I resigned myself to my fate.

"Mr. Brooker."

Mr. Brooker stepped down, ritualistically examining me as the others had, then rubbing my clitoris carefully as he inserted himself into my vagina.

"I have read that women as well as men can have an orgasm if the clitoris is stimulated. May I try, Dr. Kraus?" I looked at the doctor, who nodded.

As he moved himself in and out, Mr. Brooker also massaged my clitoris hard and fast. I tried not to respond, but despite my efforts to hold back, I could feel myself trembling. Soon, I was bucking my pelvis, my whole body rippling with pleasure as I involuntarily reached out for his fingers. When I was exhausted, I fell back on the table, and he stopped touching me, laughing. "I see that Mr. Brickenden was correct. She does enjoy being the object of our class." Everyone chuckled. I was completely humiliated and embarassed, angry that my body had betrayed me. My hot tears continued to flow. Mr. Brooker finally came inside me and cleaned me up.

The class continued to use me, about 20 of them in all. Finally, it seemed everything was over. Collins was unstrapping me. I could barely move anyway, so what was the point of restraints?

Collins stood me up and turned me so that my back was to the crowd. Then he pushed me back on to the table, stomach first.

Still gagged, my surprise and the questions I had immediately formed were inaudible. I felt him strapping my knees into the stirrups, legs apart, and my hands were restrained to my sides again. Although I was confused, I was relieved not to be so exposed to such a large group of men any more. I also could no longer see them, as my head was through a hole in the table, facing to the front of the theater.

Dr. Kraus again began his lecture. "Some women are such sluts that when their vagina becomes too loose, as has Ann's here, they perform their sexual work anally." I felt something pushing into my rectum. "This cone is designed to open a woman's anus sufficiently to allow a penis in." My rectum was being opened wider and wider. I groaned from the pain.

"One of our spectators today has paid for the privilege of using Ann's anus first. Mr. Mannering, you may come down."

I heard footsteps, then the sound of clothing dropping to the floor.

"Thank you, Dr. Kraus. Any instructions, or may I get to it?"

"You may proceed as you wish, Mr. Mannering," Dr. Kraus answered.

I felt the cone removed. "As you can see, class, the anus has been opened."

Something warm, presumably a body, moved up against me, and I could feel a fleshy object press against my rectum. Soon, it was in, and I could tell that it was like all the other members that had entered my most private parts that day. Mr. Mannering was gentle at first, then more urgent. It wasn't long before his penis was moving in and out of my anus so quickly that I couldn't help but yelp each time. Finally, he pressed himself all the way in. I could feel testicles against my sensitive skin as he orgasmed. Before he withdrew, he stood and rubbed my buttocks as my anus closed on his increasingly flaccid member. He finally withdrew.

"You can see that her anus is now of a different size than it was at first. You can always look for the difference in a woman to see if she has allowed herself to be so used. You will also note that the semen is brown, because the woman is unclean back here. Any questions?" The crowd was quiet. "Class dismissed."

As the men were leaving, they were free to come by me and touch me, and many reached their fingers into my throbbing anus, exploring me. Finally, they were gone.

"Collins, the ether again." Unable to fight, I was again transported to another state of consciousness.

When I awoke, I was dressed, laying on the floor of the prison. The gaoler was laughing at me. I gave him a dirty look, to which he replied, "Don't act high and mighty to me. I know what you are." Again, I could do nothing but cry. I was a ruined woman.