Chapter 5- The Metal Duck Bill
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EMILY
"So..." Dr. Greene snaps on a pair of latex gloves, his sexy green eyes captivating my gaze as if they could undress me. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part. I mean, I'm already butt naked, you know. Perhaps I'm talking about shedding another layer of my skin. Wait, what? I don't even know what I'm saying.
"...I'll be doing the pelvic exam now."
Sweet Jesus...
I glance at the air conditioner in the corner of the room, making sure it's working fine, with the temperature flashing a cool eighteen degrees Celsius. So why on earth do I feel so sweaty and hot?
"I need you to slide your rear all the way down to the end of this table," he commands, adjusting the flexible lamp beside him.
God, this is even more awkward than I imagined. It feels like I'm about to be violated by this attractive doctor. Seriously, this is going to be very embarrassing.
I reluctantly drag my butt down the table as instructed, my mind floating in a cloud of wild thoughts. Seeing those metal holders for my feet ignites a mix of fear and excitement in the pit of my stomach.
"You'll be placing your heels in here," he gestures, tapping one of the holders, "...so I can have the best view."
He must have sensed the terror in my eyes.
"Just try to relax, Emily." The left side of his chiseled jaw twitches as he looks at me intensely. I nervously lick my lower lip and quickly look away.
As carefully as possible, I bend my knee and lift my left leg onto the left holder, my hand instinctively cupping my nether region, despite the white sheet covering me. Yeah, I know, I'm quite prudish. He gently takes hold of my other leg, attempting to guide it to the other side, but I hesitate.
"You don't have to be shy; I've seen my fair share of v*****s in my life."
With that looks of yours, of course you do.
I'm not sure how I feel about his statement. Now that both of my legs are in place, he slowly lifts the sheet to uncover my lower body. In a panic, I immediately shield my lady bits with both hands, whimpering silently, my face burning with shame. The amusement in his eyes is demeaning.
"You're such a timid little thing," he chuckles, his deep voice almost cracking. "Please, just close your eyes, relax, and let me do my job. There's no need to be scared. You might experience some discomfort, but I assure you it'll be bearable." He places his warm hand on top of mine, gazing into my eyes.
The moment reminds me of those cliché movie scenes where the woman is about to give her virginity to the love of her life, and I am extremely disturbed – erotically disturbed.
"Now, I need you to open your legs," he can't hide the impatience in his voice. I let out a defeated sigh and allowed his hands to separate my knees.
With crimson cheeks, I shut my eyes and...
There you go.
"Oh god," I whisper as I imagine his eyes feasting on my lady bits. I hide my face in embarrassment, feeling strangely powerless yet oddly turned on by my nakedness in front of him.
"I'm going to try this without lube because it appears you naturally have enough," he says, smirking as I peek through my fingers.
Oh my God, I can feel it dripping onto the paper...
"s**t," I mutter, feeling humiliated.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your hormone levels at your age are through the roof, causing all this natural lubrication. Now, I will check your entire pubic area for any sores, pain, irregularities, or other abnormalities, alright?" He drags his stool closer to the foot of the examination table and places his hands on either side of my butt.
I gasp as he gently pulls me down closer to his face, my crotch almost touching him. Damn it. I sense another wave of wetness escaping me and dripping onto the table under my butt.
Are you planning to flood his examination room? You dirty little slut.
Please shut up.
But I bet he's quite the swimmer, hunny.
My subconscious mind isn’t helping me, seriously.
"Alright, ready?" He's now properly positioned between my thighs.
I immediately tense up and swallow hard as his gloved fingers make contact. He delicately pushes at my folds and labia, one finger gliding effortlessly between my slippery lips. Every touch sends electric shocks through my entire body like he's got his own personal power source.
You're embarrassingly wet, Emily.
He spreads my lips apart, examining it...feeling it...
My breath quickens even more. With my legs spread wide and this incredibly attractive man exploring my private parts, I can't help but feel even more turned on. Yeah, I'm horny as hell, and it's almost unbearable. I blush, trying to calm myself internally.
Take it easy, babe. Keep it together.
His fingers flick over the entrance of my v****a. Why does he have to be so close? He must be able to smell my arousal, and that's definitely bothering me.
I wonder what I smell like. It better be nice because I've been using that pink Lactacyd, promising "a fresh and confident feeling all day long."
Oh, so now, after twenty years, you're suddenly self-conscious about it?
Oh s**t! I convulse as his finger brushes against my clit and presses on it. I curl my upper body up on reflex.
Does he really have to do that?
As if he can read my mind, and definitely my body, Dr. Greene explains, "This is just part of the external exam, to check your normal reactions. Now lie down and relax." He places a hand on my stomach, gently guiding me back down.
Relax??? How many times has he given me that dumb instruction?
"Your vulva looks good, everything on the outside is in great shape," he says with a professional smile.
So, you like the way my p***y looks?
"That's good to know," I reply.
"Now, here's the tricky part, Emily," he says, pulling a metal tray from behind him. He picks up an instrument, a metal tool that looks like a scary duckbill or something. He walks over to the sink, turns on the faucet, and wets the instrument.
"Um, what the heck is that?" I prop myself up on my elbows.
"This is a vaginal speculum," he turns to me. "I'm going to use this to open up your v****a. I need to examine the insides."
My eyes widen. How the hell is that going to fit inside me?
"Don't worry, I picked the smallest size. Just take a deep breath and relax." There he goes with the relax again. He smiles reassuringly and returns to his seat.
"I'll be gentle."
His last words ring in my ears, causing me to dramatically inhale as he brings the instrument between my legs and gently pushes it against me. I bite my lower lip, feeling a twinge of pain.
"I warmed this up so it won't feel cold inside you," he says, trying to be considerate.
I take a deep breath, my nostrils flaring dramatically. "Alright."
He opens up my entrance with his fingers and positions the speculum over it. He twists it slightly, making adjustments, and then starts to push it in.
"D-doctor..." I whimper, gripping the edges of the bed. It hurts and I feel ridiculously full.
"You might feel a little discomfort, Emily. Your hymen is still intact. Just breathe, deeply... slowly," he says, his voice soothing. With his other hand, he strokes my left groin to reassure me as he gently pushes the speculum all the way inside.
"For a virgin like you, I didn't have any trouble inserting the speculum. You're naturally well-lubricated," he remarks, emphasizing the last few words. Is he trying to insinuate something?
"I'm going to open it now."
"Ow, ow, ow! s**t!" I exclaim as he opens the speculum, spreading my vaginal walls. I take a moment to catch my breath, my chest heaving.
"It hurts!" I whimper silently, my hands gripping the edges of the bed even tighter. It really freaking hurts. I better not have cancer or else this examination is totally unacceptable!
"Don't worry, you're fine... I'll be quick," he says in a soothing tone. He secures the speculum in its open position and turns around to grab the necessary tools for the Pap smear.
"Can you please take it out now?" I ask, taking deep, panicky breaths. I feel sweat breaking out on my skin, even with the air conditioner on.
"Not just yet," he replies. He reaches for the bright lamp on the table and shines it on and inside me. Great. Now my v****a is being examined like it's under a microscope.
"This is a cotton swab, and I'm going to scrape a small sample of cells from your cervix," he explains. He takes the swab and starts swirling it around inside me.
I cringe as I feel the irritation of the scraping.
He throws the swab into a specimen cup with my name on it and picks up another one. He pokes at my vaginal walls, causing my body to jerk up.
"Is there an end to this?" I exclaim. It's hard not to let the expletives fly. But he's just doing his job, and it's not his fault that I'm a virgin and a prude.
"Okay, done. Great. We'll send those swabs to the lab for testing," he says, loosening the speculum and closing it. I exhale in extreme relief as he gently removes it from my poor cavity.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling flushed and exhausted.
"You've done great so far, Emily. There's just a small amount of blood from the speculum, but that's normal," he comments. I panic slightly at the sight of blood, but he assures me it's normal.
You’re not a virgin anymore, Em – thanks to the speculum.
"Now, for the last part..." He stands up and adjusts the stirrups.
"Great, I thought we were done already," I roll my eyes in frustration. My feet and legs are starting to go numb. I avoid his gaze and look down at my fingers, my mind racing with thoughts of what he's going to do next.
"I'm going to insert two fingers into your vagina."
Nice...
"Well, that's a pleasant surprise, Dr. Greene. I get that all the time," I tell him with a straight face. To my surprise, he throws his head back and bursts into laughter.
I feel a flush spreading through my body. Even his laughter sounds sexy as hell. It's deep and alluring, just like his speaking voice. Okay, I forgive him for what he's done to me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect that kind of humor from a patient, especially not from you," he says, his voice throaty after he recovers from his laughter.
"It's alright," I suppress my smile. As he goes back to business, I notice that the wetness has returned, despite the cotton swabbing. I look away, my face turning red once again.
One doesn't simply get wet from a man's laughter, literally. Except for Emily Maxwell.
Shut up, dear brain.
He lubricates my vulva with my own juices and gently inserts his two fingers inside my soaked hole. I can't help but let out a soft moan as my hips involuntarily buck in pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and I scrunch my gown in my hands to distract myself from the stinging sensation.
"Does that hurt?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. I nod, acknowledging the discomfort, but I give him a reassuring smile to let him know I can handle it. He continues to explore, moving his fingers around inside me, feeling and teasing. Every touch sends tingles throughout my body, and I have to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning.
He withdraws his fingers slightly before thrusting them deeper into my cavity, simultaneously placing his other hand on my lower abdomen and applying gentle pressure. Pleasure and pain collide, making me squirm.
"I have to check the internal organs from the outside," he explains, his voice laced with professionalism. He feels my bladder against his fingers, and my head starts spinning. Waves of sensation ripple through my lower abdomen, and my hips involuntarily convulse. I try to say something, but my voice is trapped in my throat, lost in the overwhelming sensation.
"Everything is normal, Emily," he reassures me, finally pulling his fingers out from my v****a. Relief washes over me, and I let out a sigh of gratitude.
"Now for the last part," he says, adjusting the metal holders to lift my butt off the examination table. Panic sets in as I realize I have no idea what he's about to do next.
"Wait, what are you going to do next?" I ask, my voice filled with concern.
"I have to insert my finger into your anus to check for any tumors or abnormalities," he says casually as if he's discussing the weather. My mind goes blank, and I feel another surge of embarrassment and discomfort.
"Is that really necessary?" I protest, hoping to avoid this particular part of the exam. We lock eyes for a moment, and he shrugs, flashing me a charming smile.
"It's part of the exam, Emily. But since everything else seems to be normal, then let’s leave it," he says, covering me and sliding my feet out of the stirrups.
"Thank goodness for small mercies," I say, relieved. I quickly close my legs, adjust my gown, and sit up, trying to regain some sense of normalcy.
He chuckles as he removes his gloves and tosses them into the bin. He walks over to his desk and takes a seat.
"So, other than waiting for the lab results, what are the odds of me dying?" I ask, the fear and anxiety returning now that the examination is over. It's as if the purpose of this appointment had momentarily slipped my mind, but now it's back, haunting me.
He meets my gaze. "Don't worry, it seems like you're perfectly fine," he reassures me. The weight on my shoulders lifts, and I can't wait to share the good news with my mom. As he starts typing something on the computer, I take a moment to admire his attractive features without any inhibitions.
He asks me a few more routine questions, but I answer absentmindedly, my attention still captivated by his presence. If all gynecologists looked as attractive as him, I bet every girl would be thrilled to have sexually transmitted diseases. The way the light hits his face is incredibly flattering, and his jawline... I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to touch it, to touch him. But of course, that's just a fantasy. He's like a Greek god, and it feels like a privilege just to be in his presence.
And he even “deflowered” you. Lucky slut.
My crotch hurts at the thought of him deflowering me for real…
As I snap back to reality, I glance down to see a significant amount of blood on the examination table.
Wait, why am I bleeding?!
I look up at the handsome doctor, and his gaze was fixed intently on me, concern etched on his face.
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