("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- First Female POW by Zoraster (address withheld) *** My name is Karen. I was the first female American POW. (M+/F, nc, rp, v, military) *** Actually, I'm a eighteen year old Army nurse's aide. The copter I was riding to a MASH unit was shot down by Iraqis near the border. The pilot was killed immediately after he landed the crippled craft. He gallantly tried to protect me from the Iraqis by drawing his pistol and yelled for me to run. He was brutally gunned down and I was captured. I guess I was quite a prize. I'm short, blonde, blue eyes and small breasted, very thin and petite. And very innocent. I made it through boot camp, such as it was, nurses aren't expected to see combat, with most of my innocence intact. I was on my way to my first assignment when I was shot down. It was the first time I had ever been on my own, without someone to take care of me. I shouldn't say that - the Iraqis took good care of me. Did they ever! They took me back to their headquarters and began processing me as a POW. They began by stripping me of all my clothing, including my underwear. Apparently, the Iraqi soldiers had never see panties as they marveled at my plain white cotton ones. Then, after they removed them, they were astounded at my light blonde pubic hair, scanty as it was. They poked and prodded me, fingering my thin pubic hair and small breasts with pink nipples. I guess they were used to seeing women of their own kind - dark and hairy. They passed around my still-warm panties and sniffed the crotch. Then one, apparently the leader, licked the crotch and smiled in my direction. I blushed. I had been wearing those panties for several days and they were quite dirty. They then led me to the dispensary, still naked. I tried to hide myself from the cells of men we were passing, but my hands were slapped each time I tried to cover my pubic area or my small breasts. I was pushed into an examining room with a little oriental man dressed in a sparkling white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. He was obviously a doctor and he smiled at me and sent the men away. He motioned me to an examining table and I sat down. He began by looking at my back, head and arms, paying particular attention to my neck and hands. Then he examined my chest - very professionally, he only touched my breasts - and continued down to my stomach. He prodded and felt, but always seemed very detached. Though I had only my Army physical to compare it to, he seemed totally uninterested in this blossom of American womanhood literally in his hands. He continued examining my tummy, then jumped from the top of my pubic hair down to my thighs. He carefully examined every inch of them from the outside of my mid thigh past my knee, and down to my feet. He inspected between each toe and the bottom of each foot. Then he stepped back. "Very nice condition," he said with only a hint of an Eastern accent. "Very nice condition indeed. Now, please lie back and put your feet in these stirrups. We need to do an internal examination," he said as he pushed my onto my back and swung some strange metal devices out from the foot of the table. My feet were quickly placed well out and above my body, and I knew my entire pelvic area was exposed to this man's gaze, the first time since I was a little girl that any man had seen me "down there". I was so shy about my privates that I didn't even let my Mommy teach me how to use tampons when my period started, I just taught myself, so no one else would see me "down there". After he got my feet into the stirrups, he put some straps around my ankles that held my feet. There was no way I could move my legs together and hide my femininity. He then rose and turned towards a curtained wall. He pulled the cord and the curtain retracted, exposing a wall of glass, and an entire bleacher full of Iraqi officers! I blushed from head to toe as he turned the examining table so my feet faced the crowd. Every one of the swarthy men's attention was riveted on my poor pudenda. The doctor then brought out a video camera and positioned it to show the "theater of operation". I could see, between my legs, large screen TVs stationed around the bleacher, each with a 4 foot high image of my private parts. "We will begin the examination of the prisoner now," the doctor began. "She is a young female, light complexion, of medium build. She seems to have not suffered any injuries during her capture. I have made a preliminary examination of her and find nothing of interest in the general examination given to every detainee. However, since she is the first female detainee of the war, I thought you gentlemen would appreciate sitting in on her "in depth" examination." "External genitalia are notable for their small size and sparse, light colored pubic hair and light pigmentation. These features are consistent with her race and complexion. Unlike many Iraqi women, this subject does not have a protruding clitoris. We will have to delve further in to find it, but a full internal genitalia examination is not scheduled for this first procedure." As he was describing my "genitalia" I was shaking from embarrassment as forty strange men stared at my bottom. I nearly fainted as he mentioned my scant pubic hair, what does he expect from a girl who is a natural blonde? I'd only had hair "down there" for a couple of years, for goodness sake! Then he made reference to my lack of a "protruding clitoris" and it took me a minute to figure out he meant my "funny button". No man had ever referred to THAT before. The only time I ever heard anyone talk about it was when I was a little girl and Mommy showed me how to bathe "down there". And she only said it in a hushed tone and told me to never, never touch it except to clean it. The doctor pulling on a rubber glove and lubricating a finger of it with KY jelly brought me back to the awful present. What was he going to do? "Next we will examine her anus, anal sphincter tone, and rectum. First I will push gently with a well lubricated finger on her external anal opening, applying just enough pressure to cause the sphincter to yield. The subject has very good sphincter tone and control as considerable force is necessary to pass the sphincteral plane." What was he doing! He was trying to put his finger in my back bathroom place! I clamped down like I hadn't gone to the bathroom in three days, come to think of it, I hadn't! This was going to get very embarrassing real quick. "Perhaps an alternate procedure is in order, as excessive force is required in this procedure. A brief rub of the upper vulvular area often causes a convulsive movement of the lower pelvic muscles in subjects of this type." I was not ready for him to touch me "down there." No one but me had touched my privates since Mommy gave me my last bath. When he touched near my magic button, my entire bottom did a hiccup and his entire well greased finger went way up into my backside. And right into three days worth of "logs". I began crying in shame. "There, my finger has passed the sphincter and is in the lower rectum. Muscle tone is extraordinary. My working hypothesis is, unlike Iraqi women (and men), the subject is inexperienced in any sort of anal insertion. The examination has discovered a mass of fecal material in the rectum and lower large intestines. Further examination will have to wait until this mass is removed." I couldn't believe the weird feelings his finger caused. I looked at one of the TV screens and saw his latex covered finger fully inserted into my pinky little backside. I could see him swirl and twirl his finger around inside me. Then I felt all of what I was seeing. His big, slippery finger was wedging my backside open, wider than it had ever been opened before, even during "going to the bathroom". As he wiggled and twirled his finger around, I could feel my insides hiccup and I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, both front and back. "First we will try to manually remove as much of the impacted mass as we can. I will attempt to hook my finger around part of the mass and pull it past the anal sphincter. I place a specimen bowl here below her anal opening and will now attempt a removal. The mass is firm but friable. "I believe I have a specimen. I am moving my finger behind the mass and am moving it towards the anal opening. I am having some trouble passing the mass through the sphincter and shall utilize the upper vulvular massage procedure to ease passage." He was trying to remove some of my poop with his finger! I almost threw up at the thought. And then I realized all those men would see my poop coming out of me whether or not I wanted them to, which I definitely did not! I clamped down hard on my back door and tried to hold it in. But then he rubbed my magic button again and out it popped. I saw it all on the big TV, one second there was a big brown finger sticking into my tightly clenched pooper and then a big brow log just jumped out and fell into the stainless steel bowl under my tushie. I was so embarrassed that I blushed deep red, so deep that I could tell I was blushing even over the TV. They all knew that I was totally humiliated! "That does not seem to be an expedient procedure. I believe that we need to utilize a more efficient method of removing the mass. Gentlemen, I prescribe a mineral oil enema followed by a soapsuds enema, then completed by a soothing baking soda enema to clean out the soap and soothe the irritated mucus membranes. I will call in my assistants to administer the prescriptions." Two young lab-coated people came into the room next. I saw that one, a woman, was about my age, maybe a few years younger. She had long dark hair and dark eyes that looked positively friendly. She was followed by a boy no more than thirteen years old. I was mortified. As he came in, he riveted his eyes on my privates like he had never seen a girl "down there", which he probably hadn't. As the doctor gave then directions, the girl looked from the doctor to me and back to the doctor. She didn't seem to happy about the directions, but the boy looked positively jubilant, like a small child at Christmas. The he disappeared from the room and returned shortly with several bundles wrapped in white sterile paper. "My younger assistant is training to be a field medic. He will administer the first cleansing enema to the patient. This will be his first attempt at administering such a procedure, so he will be assisted by my senior assistant, who has given many, many such procedures." The young boy and older girl spoke quickly to each other. Then the boy opened one of the rather squarish, oblong boxes to reveal a box marked "FLEET - MINERAL OIL". I did not understand what they were going to do, mineral oil? My mother used to give me a dose of mineral oil each spring to "clean me out", but it always took a day to work. Why didn't they just allow me to go to the bathroom like a civilized person? "My younger assistant will now assemble the mineral oil syringe and properly lubricate the nozzle. Then he will put on a pair of latex gloves and properly lubricate the subject's anus for insertion of the nozzle. Since he has smaller fingers, and the subject seems to have fainted, he is having no problem lubricating the patient's anus." The boy removed a flimsy plastic bottle from the carton and then a plastic tube which screwed onto the top. Once he had it all assembled, it looked like some oil can like Grandpa used to use to lubricate his old tractor. What was he going to do with that? I can take a dose of mineral from a spoon, just like any other adult! And why does he need that long smooth tube on it? Surely they aren't going to force it down my throat. Then the boy pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and squirted some KY jelly on one finger. As he approached me, I could see a glint in his eye and a tremble in his hands. He quickly and roughly pushed his finger into the hole the doctor's finger had so recently been in and then it dawned on me. They were going to pump that mineral oil up my backside. I'd NEVER be able to hold all that oil in my poor bottom until I got to a bathroom. I was going to make a big mess right here in front of all those men, the doctor, the young girl, and that little boy. My mind reeled and I fainted dead away. CHAPTER II I slept soundly that night, except I kept having strange dreams. One time, I dreamed I was camping out and a giant snake had gotten into my sleeping bag. He had burrowed underneath my clothes and was sliding all over my smooth skin. He seemed most interested in my legs and the area between them, as he coiled up one leg, across my privates, then down the other. Finally, he concentrated on my privates, burrowing between my bottom cheeks, across my backdoor, then up into my most private area. About this time, I awoke and felt the device still in my backside, my stomach still overfilled with liquid, and a warm , slippery yet sticky fluid all over my upper thighs. I was awakened the next morning and taken back into the "theater". Again, I was placed on the examining table and my feet were placed in the stirrups. I knew my entire pelvic area was exposed again. It was just as embarrassing as it had been the previous day. The same straps were placed around my ankles to hold my legs wide open. He then pulled the cord and the curtain parted to show the entire bleacher full of Iraqi officers was back, and quite a few new ones, including a few women. The doctor then brought out the video camera and positioned it to show my poor privates with the inflatable device still securely stuck in my backside. The large screen TVs stationed around the bleacher still showed a 4 foot high image of my private parts. "Today's procedure will include a thorough internal examination of the subject's genitalia and excretory organs, along with a few demonstrations of human physiology. The first thing we need to do is remove the last remains of the soothing enema that was injected last night. My assistant will execute the procedure." The young boy came into the room again. As happened yesterday, his gaze immediately locked onto my pudenda. He was wearing rubber gloves today and carried a plain galvanized metal bucket. He placed the bucket in a holder underneath my brutally exposed bottom, angled slightly back towards my bottom hole and the inflatable device stuck there. The next thing I knew, he deflated the device and pulled it out of my snug bottom in one motion. There wasn't much liquid behind it, and the friction of the semi- rough rubber on my excited backdoor hole started my front place to begin getting wet again. Many of the viewers noticed this and they pointed at the TV screens and clapped their approval. The small amount of fluid that had not been absorbed into me began dribbling into the metal bucket with a noisy staccato beat. I felt like a baseball bat had been removed from back there, but now I felt like my heiny hole was at least a foot wide. As the last of the fluid drained into the bucket, a long, stringy brown thing slipped out of my backside and into the bucket. I shivered as it rubbed across the muscular ring just inside my backside. The boy immediately reached down and grabbed the warm, brown, slippery snake-like object that had so recently been inside of me. I turned red with embarrassment as he held it up for all to see. "An indication of the thoroughness of the cleansing procedure is indicated by the mucus cast that has just been passed by our subject. This indicates the subject's lower intestines had nothing but some mucus in them, and this mucus was dehydrated to form a cast. My assistant is now holding the cast aloft for your observation. Please notice the extreme length and fair circumference of this cast, a full three quarters of a meter long and as large around as the average thumb. There appears to be no entrained fecal matter, so I believe we can assume the fecal impaction has been taken care of. "Notice also, the consistency of the expelled soothing liquid is significantly more viscous as much of the water has been absorbed by the patient's large intestines. I believe the patient will have to void her bladder shortly, so please let us begin the internal examination. We may be able to do a voiding fluorogram." The boy carefully wiped my bottom clean and left the room - grinning and still holding the hideous brown thing that had come out of me. I shuttered to think what he might do with it. Next, the doctor came back towards the examining table and assumed his position down between my spread legs, his face just inches from my privates. "As noted in the earlier examination, and as you can clearly see on your monitor, the subject has very sparse and very light pubic hair. The appearance of her external genitalia is almost immature and the inner labia are totally hidden by her external labia. No external indication of her clitoris is apparent. The subject is somewhat aroused by the previous anal procedure and her vulva is beginning to swell. Vaginal secretions are beginning to become apparent at the base of her vulva, above the opening of her vagina. I will now retract the external labia and expose the subject's inner vulva." As I watched, the doctor pointed to my privates and made several comments, pointing out particular areas of interest. I felt like a display in a museum, except I was mortally embarrassed to be naked here in front of all of these people. Then he pulled on a set of rubber gloves and reached down between my legs; then he opened up my privates for everybody to see! I was so open, I could see right up into my privates, on every TV screen in the room. "When the external labia are pulled open, we can better observe the inner labia, notable for their light color and lack of corrugations along their length. Overall, they are warm pink color, probably slightly darker than they are in a non-aroused state. Again, they show no sign of exposure when covered by the external labia, and are probably exquisitely sensitive. We will now test their sensitivity." Right after he opened my up to everyone's view, he began rubbing and plucking at my inner curtains (that's what mom once called them). CHAPTER III I slept soundly again that night, except I again had strange dreams. I remember dreaming that I was a little girl (I didn't even have any hair "down there" yet) back home again and I was sitting on the old white toilet in my parent's bathroom. As I sat there, I remember a strange gurgling and splashing, and all of the logs I had ever dumped into that sparkling white bowl suddenly came back up from the hole and forced their way back up my backdoor. My stomach began to get fuller and fuller as hundreds of large brown logs crammed their way up into me. Finally, as the last ones (very, very small in diameter, I guess they were the ones from when I was extremely young) wiggled their way into my tummy, a brown hose touched my pee-pee hole and wiggled its way in. On top of all the stuff in my tummy, my bladder began swelling until my stomach was bigger than a beach ball. After the hose had finished overfilling my bladder, two plugs came out of nowhere and plugged themselves into my overstretched holes, not allowing anything to come out. Then a warm red glow filled the room and, starting at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on fire. A lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed into my head and my legs began to tremble on their own. Both plugs exploded from the force behind them and the entire room was filled with the sound of hundreds of poopie logs and gallons of pee-pee gushing into the clean white toilet bowl. Wave after wave of lightening flashed from my privates, lighting up the entire room and causing thunder crashes that brought both my Mommy and Daddy rushing into the bathroom. Mom just stood there with a stern look on her face and her arms crossed over her bosom but Daddy jumped up and down and clapped like a little boy at Christmas. After everything had come out, Mommy lifted me into the tub and used a hand-held shower head to rinse off my privates. What was really strange is that Daddy stayed and watched Mom give me a complete bath, even a thorough cleaning "down there" which she never did, and Mommy let him. She even left the room when I got out and then Daddy dried me off... right down to drying each and every hair that I had miraculously grown on my privates. In fact, as he rubbed my privates with the towel, the hair began growing until I had a luxurious patch. He smiled at me as the hair got longer and longer the more he rubbed, until he said "I think that's about as much beautiful pubic hair as my precious little girl will need." Then I woke up and my entire body was limp and relaxed, I don't think I could have stood up if I had wanted to, my knees were just like jello. I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed, and taken back into the "theater". This time, I was led to a field toilet similar to the ones I had seen in many US Army camps, really just a bucket underneath a toilet seat, surrounded by green cloth curtains. As I was forced to squat on the seat, I noticed a camera had been placed in a waterproof container and pointed upward towards where my pudenda would soon be. As my bottom touched the seat, warm lights came on around the bucket. I looked up at the video screens and saw each carried a four foot high view of what would soon be my voiding excretory openings. I must have been becoming somewhat mentally broken, because I blushed only slightly as the straps were placed around my ankles to hold my legs wide open against the toilet's legs and the Doctor pulled the cord to part the curtains to show the entire bleacher full of Iraqi officers. "Today's session will begin with the completion of the final procedures from yesterday. The subject will first void the remains of the flour and water enema and have a small flushing clear water enema, then we will remove the natural dilator in her urinary meatus and measure the dilation. My assistants will execute the procedures." The young boy came into the room again. In full view of the huge video screens, he put his hand between my widely separated thighs and deflated the device in my backside, pulling it out of my snug bottom in one motion. There was no liquid pooled behind the rubber retention device, so nothing followed it out. Again, the friction of the semi-rough rubber on my excited backdoor hole started my front place to begin getting wet again. I looked up and saw my heiny hole was gaping open. A white point began easing out of my backside and I shivered as it rubbed across the muscular ring just inside my backside. The camera zoomed in until the entire screen contained only my pink back hole stretching to release a strange white log. Ever so slowly, a ghostly white log covered with slippery mucus dilated my backside until I could see the tiny blood vessels through the overstretched translucent pink mucus membrane. The white nose passed the plane of my body and inched forward into the harsh light of the video lights, stretching downward to gently coil itself on the cold metal bucket bottom. First one foot, then another of the immense white ghost of a log piled up on the bottom of the bucket, slowly coiling around like some pale snake that was uncoiling from up inside my backdoor hole. My bottom was being forced so wide for so long that the muscles around the once tiny pink pucker began to hurt and throb. And as they throbbed, my funny button throbbed in harmony. The carrot taped to my spread leg flexed as my loins began a rhythmic oscillation and on camera, it looked like my bottom was almost pumping out the pasty white cylinder. After almost fifteen minutes of slow slithering, the doughy string broke as the supply of fresh material way up inside me began to run out. The bucket was almost full, and the last coil had come to rest up against my pale bottom cheeks. I was roughly pulled forward, my feet still attached to the toilet's legs, until I was bent in half, standing on my feet with my bottom exposed to the entire crowd, complete with the strange white smudges all over my back cheeks. The young assistant again put on rubber gloves and reached down into the bucket and lifted the doughy contents for all to see. The woman assistant came into view and helped the young boy stretch the slippery snake-like object that had so recently been inside of me across the stage on a strip of paper. The white cylinder was almost the length of the stage, at least twenty feet! No wonder my stomach felt like all my insides had been pulled out. "An indication of the elasticity of the subject's anal sphincter muscle and the length of the subject's intestinal tract is indicated by the flour cast that has just been voided by our subject. As you can see, this object is at least seven meters long and maximum diameter is over 10 cm. Despite her lack of any anal insertion activity, our subject has passed a very large object without damage to her anus or rectum. My assistant will now complete the cleansing of the subjects lower gastrointestinal tract in preparation for the rest of today's procedures." Just as I was getting used to having nothing in my stomach, the two assistants approached me again, this time with the funny looking rubber-tipped squeeze bottle and a pan of what I hoped was the soothing liquid. The young assistant squirted some KY jelly on his fingers. Next he rubbed all over my rosebud with the KY, and finally, he shoved his finger deep into my backside and rubbed KY all over the inside of my bottom hole. As he was finishing, he dragged his fingers up through my privates and rubbed my magic button for just a second. He smiled and licked his lips as I looked into his face. After he finished sliding his slippery finger up my backside, the young boy began the familiar procedure. He squeezed the syringe in the basin and extracted about a cup of the clear liquid. He then approached my bottom and slid the funny nozzle back up into my bottom. Finally he gently squeezed the bottle and the warm water swished into my bowels, loosening the last pieces of the doughy log that had so recently been there. He continued adding liquid to that in my bottom until my loins began to tremble from the effort to hold it all in, at least a gallon had been squirted way up inside me! Then he placed me back on the toilet and gently pushed on my now swollen tummy. As the deluge below began, I watched the video screen as the warm clear liquid cascaded from me and carried the white flecks down into the bucket. My 'gina was all dewy and my poochie gaped open and wet. The carrot bounced against my leg as my loins expelled the cleaning solution, gently rubbing my funny button and adding to the tension I felt down between my hips. "My female assistant will now clean the subject in preparation for the completion of the procedure to dilate her urethra. We will then measure the effects of the dilator on the subject." I was untied and gently lifted from the camp toilet and put face down over the examining table that had been all too familiar for me the last few days. The young boy restrained my hands while the female assistant spread my legs, then back cheeks and began to thoroughly cleanse all my private areas with soothing warm water and cotton balls. First she cleaned all of the splatters on my backside, then moved down into the crack between my cheeks, and finally around my poor stretched pinky hole. After every few swipes, and before the water on the cotton ball could cool, she would toss away the soiled ball and dip another lily white cotton ball into the steaming bowl of water. Finally, she wiped my entire privates with a clean, dry cotton ball. Both of the assistants then lifted my limp, drained body up onto the gynecological examining table. Then they secured my feet into the stainless steel stirrups and adjusted my position to optimize camera angles. My widely splayed thighs, my gaping poochie, my dewy 'gina, and my very pink back door again filled the video screens. And there in the middle of all of my most private regions, a large orange carrot pointed the way to my throbbing funny button, now very large and pink. "Now that the subject is in the proper position, I will remove the urethral dilator and measure the resulting dilation. You will remember, from earlier examinations, the subject's urinary meatus was approximately half a millimeter across. Now, as we remove the dilator, we note an immediate incontinent condition and as the flow slowly subsided, we can see her meatus is now a full five millimeters across and quite lax and gaping. Usually, after approximately one hour, bladder control begins to return, and full control returns within a day. Later in this session, a new procedure to speed the return of control will be attempted and we will all see the results." I'm very glad that I don't have much hair on my legs, because the next thing they did was to rip off the tape on my thigh which held the carrot in place. If I had been as hairy as some young women I know (and hadn't shaved my legs in several days) I would have been in extreme pain for several minutes. As it was, I was completely aware of the sensations as the doctor reached down between my thighs and tugged at the carrot whose nose was buried way up in my very full bladder. It was the strangest feeling, as the now limp carrot was pulled from a very stretched peepee hole that had never passed a solid object through itself. Then came the deluge. I had worried about being able to hold my bladder without the carrot cork in place, but try as I might, I couldn't even slow the firehose gush from the stretched little pink bump under my funny button, especially as the doctor rubbed its throbbing mass as he extracted the carrot from me. My 'gina and backdoor clamped down so tight that I thought I'd never get either one of then to open and a large glob of slippery stuff slid from my poochie and caressed my backdoor as a large yellow arc cut through the air and landed somewhere on the floor way away from the table I was lying on. Again I turned beet red as the entire audience clapped their approval. "Next we will investigate the subject's rectum's ability to adapt to new situations. First we will use the speculum to dilate her anus, then my assistant will insert a large, cold butter suppository. The subject will then be allowed to walk around for a few minutes as the suppository melts, and we will then determine the muscle tone of the subject's anal sphincter and its ability to contain the resulting melted suppository." After the applause died down the doctor reached for the strange large instrument with the blades that he had used to pry open my backdoor earlier. The blades had been well lubricated and my bottom hole had be inundated with slippery goo from my poochie, so the cool steel blades slipped easily, if not painlessly, up into my bottom. Then he moved the handles and stretched my poor bottom open once again. I looked up at the video monitor and saw my poor stretched pink bottom hole. The nasty looking hole must have been at least three inches wide. What was he going to do now? The young boy left the room, only to return with a strange, square, oblong item wrapped in a translucent paper. He slowly unwrapped the thing, and on the video monitor, I could see that it was a stick of pure, creamy butter. What were they doing with butter in here. Had they run out of lubricant and were now going to use butter as a lubricant for any future examinations? I shuttered to think of how I would smell if they did this, I had not yet been allowed to bathe and the thought of the smell of rancid butter mixed with the odor of my unwashed "delicate areas" almost made me sick. Before I could contemplate this indelicate situation too long, reality reared its ugly head. As I watched, stunned, the boy slid the entire stick of ice cold butter into the ugly red hole held open by those devilish blades. My poor bottom was not big enough to accept the entire stick, and at least half of the yellow intruder jutted out. The boy, seeing the problem, put the heel of one hand on the exposed end of the stick and pushed with all his weight. Extreme pain and a tearing sensation caused me to buck and yank at my bonds, but the doctor quickly removed the device once the entire stick was completely inside. I immediately tried to expel the huge icy mass, but its size was too large to exit. I could see the slippery yellow mass in the middle of the ugly red hole as I strained, but it simply would not come out. And every time I pushed down, another rush of pee-pee with squirt from me. Again, a rousing round of applause from the audience caused me to blush a fierce red. As soon as the doctor saw that the butter was firmly implanted in my backdoor, he had the two assistants untie me and walk me around the stage. Because of the huge intruder in me, I could comfortably walk only if I was hunched over. In this position, the devilish thing deep within me seemed less likely to push painfully on my internal organs. With every step, though, my traitorous bladder would send a small spurt down my legs, and the butter would shift around, rubbing first this organ then that one. A strange throbbing feeling began to hum deep in my pelvis, and a strange slipperiness seeped from both my bottom and my 'gina. Soon, my upper thighs slid past each other with each step, adding to the hypnotic buzz in my privates. The young boy was guiding me on my left by holding my arm. Every once in a while, when my back was towards the audience, he would reach down and rub my privates, especially down between my legs where the slipperiness was welling up. Each time he touched me there, a shock went up my spine, making me stand straight up until the butter stick jostled sometime painful up inside me. Then I would quickly slump over once again to minimize the pain. One of these times, he did not remove his hand so quickly as he had been, and as I violently jerked upward then back down, his finger brushed across my pulsating funny button. My legs straightened out, my vision went red, then gray, then black, my insides clenched up so much that I felt the bar of butter bend, then break in two, and all the air rushed from my lungs in a single whoosh. Just before I passed out, I felt a jet of liquid from my privates on my inner thighs. I thought I had lost control of my bladder again, but when I looked down, there was no yellowness to the copious fluids on my legs, in fact, the fluid was almost syrupy in consistency. The last thing I remember is my entire pelvic area pulsing and clenching, and the evil intruder being expelled from my fundament. As it was expelled, a gallon of warm, yellow, slippery melted butter erupted from my pink bottom hole and splashed all over my bottom cheeks, the crack between them, my thighs, and the floor below me. "The subject has apparently just experienced an orgasm, possibly her first ever. The existence of the large suppository in her rectum at this time was fortuitous, for it may begin to associate the feeling of anal intrusion with sexual pleasure in the subject." "I believe the subject has recovered sufficiently to begin the final part of today's session, an experiment in urinary sphincter tone improvement through the installation of ice water in the subject's urinary bladder through catheterization. First, my assistants will clean the subject and place her back on the examining table and apply restraints." When I came to, the two assistants had again placed my up on the examining table with my feet tied up in the cold stirrups. My knees seemed to be made of jelly and my tummy throbbed. The woman was gently cleaning my privates while the boy was washing my legs. My 'gina spasmed whenever either of them touched me, and my pee-pee hole was still dribbling, but the woman had put a washcloth under my bottom to catch the yellow flow. Then the boy put two fingers up my slippery backside and spread my bottom open. Luckily all of the melted butted had been expelled with the remains of the crushed stick of butter, so very little was left to drain down his brown fingers. After they had completely cleaned me up from the slippery mess I had made on myself, they reattached the restraints that held my torso down against the table. I could not see anything of what they were doing "down there", not even through a video monitor. The next thing I felt was something rubbing around below my still throbbing funny button, then slip inside my cruelly stretched pee-pee hole and then expand like a balloon inside my bladder and outside against my button. Every move I made with my hyper-excited pelvis rubbed my button against some strange feeling rubber ball or balloon. I couldn't figure out what they were going to do, but it felt strangely good and exciting. "Now that the double balloon catheter is in place, we will flush the subject's bladder with 500 milliliters of ice cold water. There have been reports that such a treatment may restore sphincter control in subjects with hyper-extended urinary sphincters. We will begin the infusion." Just as I was beginning to enjoy the gentle rubbing on my funny button, boiling hot liquid was injected into me. I've never felt so much pain, as my bladder contracted, trying to expel the flaming liquid from my tortured body. But the tub into my bladder kept all fluids inside, where they could do even more damage. My body strained at the restraints, trying to bend double in the exertion to void the damnable fluid from below. The boy jammed two fingers up my backside and played with the ball in my bladder for a moment then both balls were deflated and a rush of icy water sprayed on my legs, all the way down to my feet. At the same time he rubbed my button and swirled his fingers in my backside. A hot spray wet the insides of my legs and my entire mind went red. My guts clenched and I lost feeling in my legs as more lightening flashed down my spine and into my privates. The skin on my chest flushed a bright red, the tiny nipples on my breasts went rigid, I clamped down on the boy's fingers with my backdoor so tight that I felt his knuckles crack, then everything went black. "The subject seems to be multi-orgasmic, as she has obviously just experienced a rather intense sexual orgasm, complete with the seldom observed female ejaculation. We may investigate this phenomenon more during a later session." "Since the catheter has been removed and there is no apparent urinary incontinence, we may assume the procedure was successful in hastening the return of muscle tone to the subject's urinary sphincter after it had suffered blunt trauma. This completes today's session." CHAPTER IV Again I slept soundly that night. The strange dreams came like clockwork. I remember dreaming that I was again a little girl with no hair "down there", but I was again on the Doctor's examining table with my feet strapped into the metal stirrups. And the Doctor was not the Iraqi, but my own dear Dad, while Mommy was the female assistant who had so gently washed my privates the other day. Since Dad had not seen my privates since I was still in diapers, he carefully examined the outside of both my little pink back hole and my front privates. Mommy looked on disapprovingly with her arms crossed over her ample bosom. Dad rubbed some cool cream over my bottom hole and gently slid his big finger up my backside. A strange look crossed his face and he announced that I needed to go to the bathroom, really badly. Mommy got the stainless steel bowl and placed it between my widely splayed thighs, under my pooper, and Dad gently coaxed chunks of poopie out of me and into the silvery bowl. I must have been badly constipated, because each chunk caused the bowl to ring like a bell when it hit. The strange thing was that I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even though Dad had his finger up my dirty backside and was pulling pieces of logs out, right in front of Mommy. After he got all of the stuff from my backside, he began rubbing and examining my poochie. As Mommy watched over his shoulder, he gently separated my outer and inner lips and peered directly up my tiny 'gina. He said to Mommy, "Look's like our little girl hasn't been messing around with any nasty boys. See? She's intact. There's her maidenhead, all full and pink." Then he stuck his face just a few inches from my crotch and said, "But from the smell down here, she's not real good at washing herself, or has been playing with herself. Let's see if she reacts improperly to clitoral stimulation." Then he began rubbing my little pink funny button and my hips began to react immediately. "I definitely think she's been regularly and avidly masturbating. Notice how precociously she reacts." Involuntarily, my juvenile hips thrust themselves up off of the examining table and against his wonderfully stimulating fingers. My breath came in gasps and my poochie began running with internal lubrication. Daddy reached down and slid a finger up my very slippery backside, until his palm was flat against the base of my poochie and his large knuckles were well inside the pink muscle ring at the entrance to my pooper. Then the warm red glow filled the room again and, starting at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on fire. A lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed into my head and my legs began to tremble on their own. Wave after wave of lightening flashed from my privates, lighting up the entire room and causing thunder crashes. Mommy just stood there with a stern look on her face but Dad ran his finger in and out of my clenching backside and kept up a constant massage of my funny button. I passed out from the excitement and when I came to, Mommy was washing my privates with a warm washcloth. Daddy was looking over her shoulder and directing the cleanup, using very clinical terms like," now carefully rinse her inner labia, vaginal cul-de-sac and make sure you retract her clitoral hood and wash beneath it. We don't want our precious little girl's genitals to smell." Again I woke up and my entire body was limp and relaxed. I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed, and stripped for a sponge bath. It was really strange to have someone else carefully wash every square inch of my body, including my privates, just like Mommy had done in the dream. Finally, I was taken back into the "theater", secured to the examining table, and the curtains were pulled back. The bleachers were filled to overflowing. The doctor began to speak. "Because of a unique opportunity offered by our subject, today's session will include something that is seldom witnessed. Because of the rarity of today's demonstration, additional video cameras have been set up to record the display from several angles, concurrently. "As many of you have witnessed, the subject has been determined to be a "virgo intactus", an undisturbed virgin who still possess an intact hymen. Today, we will deflower this virgin and catch every moment of the event permanently on video tape. "From previous sessions, the subject is known to be easily sexually aroused. Since this will be her first experience of sexual intercourse, her hymen partially blocks her vagina, so she may not be able to fully lubricate her own genital tract. We will assure the subject is fully lubricated, both by bringing her natural lubrication system to a fevered pitch, and also by the heavy application of a sterile personal lubricant to her internal and external genitalia. To stimulate her natural lubrication, we will take advantage of her apparent penchant for anal stimulation by inserting a low voltage electrode into her anus and stimulate her rectal and genital regions with low energy electrical pulses. Once her natural lubrication has begun, we will supplement her own lubricitive fluids with the lubricating jelly. Once the subject is fully lubricated, a male subject will enter and her initial sexual intercourse will begin." There were several new video cameras in the room, including one on an adjustable arm suspended from the ceiling over the examining table. The doctor reached up and pulled it down and positioned it so it was right above his shoulder and aimed right at my now so very familiar and so very exposed privates. As he did so I could see my lower tummy and my entire poochie appear in the monitor. The doctor turned on a light and adjusted it so it illuminated my secret areas, the warmth from the lamp felt good. He quickly slipped on a pair of latex exam gloves and I could both see and feel as he placed his fingers on the lips of my poochie and spread them apart. I was surprised by my moist pinkness down there as he spread them wide exposing my 'gina. My precious maidenhead was standing proudly at the entrance. His finger pushed upwards and my funny button slipped from under its hiding place as his fingers continued to open and massage me as he examined every fold of my poochie. He took his fingers from my private region and I could see him picking up a tube of lubricant from the table that was beside him, I know he was getting ready to put his fingers up inside of me again. I watched fascinated as he squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto his fingers. He gently massaged my lower tummy and at the same time as I felt the coolness of the lubricant, as his fingers eased themselves into my bottom hole. I knew resistance was futile, so I relaxed my lower abdomen and breathed deeply. It was a bit uncomfortable for a moment until I adjusted to the sudden intrusion. Then as suddenly as they had entered his fingers were withdrawn, and I was empty again. He wiped my privates dry with a tissue and stripped off his gloves and came around to the side of the table. The young boy assistant entered the room carrying a small box and attached to the box by a electrical cable was what looked like some sort of probe. The probe was black, about an inch in diameter and about 5 inches in length and had two silver electrodes running the length of it. "I am going to place this electrode in your rectum. Please cooperate with me and no harm will come to you," he said his strange, gentle and slightly accented voice. After everything they had done to me, I knew I could not prevent them from doing anything they wanted, so I decided to just cooperate with them. Perhaps they actually would not harm me. The Doctor took the probe and moved down to the end of the table between my opened legs which were still in the stirrups, and seated himself on a stool, placing the stimulator on the table next to him. I could see him once again pick up the tube of lubricant and apply a generous gob to the probe. "I am going to insert the probe now, bear down, and relax." I felt his fingers spreading my bottom cheeks apart and felt the coolness of the lubricated probe against my bottom hole. I lay there in total submission and let him have his way with my bottom. "Breath deeply," I heard him saying and felt the probe pressing inward. I gasped a bit as I felt myself stretching to accommodate its size. I could see it slipping into me in the monitor above. Before I knew it, it was already two thirds of the way in. It was not as painful as the stick of butter had been, but it seemed more bulky, so I felt like I had never been filled like this before. "Just a little bit more," I could hear him saying in his reassuring voice, "Just breath deeply." Then as if by magic I felt my poor poopie hole clamp down over the smaller diameter of the cable and knew the probe was fully inside my backside. As I looked down, I could see my whole private area in the monitor, my spread poochie, all wet and pink, and the black cable disappearing inside of my bottom hole. I felt the urge to bear down, to push the thing out of me like a poopie log. At the same time I hear him say, "You are probably feeling like you need to defecate out the probe aren't you?" he said. "Just wait a moment. When I give you the first stimulation that urge will pass." "I will now deliver the first stimulation. It will be a small one just to acclimate you to the sensation, and to set the probe in proper position." No sooner had the words came out of his mouth when I felt a tiny tingle deep in my belly, and felt my bottom hole contract. A small gasp escaped my lips at the suddenness. My entire tummy felt warm and pink. The urge to poop out the probe was almost gone. I lay there on that examining table, with an electrical device hidden way up my backside, waiting for the next pulse. All of the spectators were strangely quiet. Their entire attention was riveted on the nearest video monitor. Then it was upon me. I felt the tingle inside me, my backdoor convulsed. The fuzzy feeling in my lower tummy grew in intensity as the doctor rotated the power dial, and I was aware of a tingling down the backs of my thighs. I felt my poochie swelling as the pink wave swept across me. Then the stimulation relaxed as he rotated the knob back. "Very good", I heard him saying. Then I felt the tingle and the grip of the stimulation again.I felt my heartbeat deep within my privates. I could feel my privates spreading as my funny button swelled and throbbed. My inner privates turned deep red and my hips tried to thrust upward to intensify the feeling. For the first time since my capture, I was not worrying about the doctor or the audience being there watching me. My body was just abandoning itself to the delightful sensations the probe was causing within me. With each stimulation the doctor administered, I could feel the intensity growing stronger, more insistent, controlling me longer, feeling my bottom hole contract tightly around the cable, my inner and outer private lips, and my funny button swell as body reacted to the delightful rhythmic pulse. I felt so open, so wet. I was rapidly developing a strange, empty feeling deep inside of me, an almost aching feeling inside my 'gina. Something drew me to open my eyes, I wanted to see myself. When I looked upward into the monitor I was not expecting to see what I saw. All my privates were swollen almost to the bursting point, my outer lips spread, my inner lips swollen and an almost fiery red. A large stream of clear goo was oozing from within me. I had never seen myself produce so much lubrication. It was bathing my lips, making them glisten in the examining light. Then I heard a slight click and another stimulation gripped me and I grunted as the peak grew quickly and surpassed the previous surges. My tummy was craving relief from this torment, but the stimulation didn't lessen. I remained there, for moments till I felt the grip lessen. The urge to thrust grew with each passing stimulation. When the next stimulation came I let myself go and felt my bottom contract as my hips involuntarily thrust upward. I almost shrieked at the sensation that flooded upward from my tormented private area as I responded to the urge to thrust. I remained there, legs rigid, hips thrust upward off the table as wave after wave of intense red lightening coursed through me, far stronger and more intense then anything I had ever known. I hung there in that blissful state, a moan escaping my lips from the delightfully exquisite sensations I was feeling where my thighs join my tummy. I don't know how long that lasted, but gradually the contractions lessened in intensity, and length, and I sagged back to the table, totally spent. I lay there, my breath coming in gasps from the tremendous experience I had just go through. Other than my breathing, the room was quite. A warm, wet puddle formed under my bottom as glob after glob of goo was forced from my still- swollen poochie with each heartbeat, then slowly slid down my bottom crack and dropped to the table below. I became aware of the doctor's voice telling me to bear down. He was going to remove the probe. I relaxed my backdoor and felt a tug as he pulled on the cable, then felt the probe slip free. The entire audience jumped to their feet and burst into applause. I was so weak, I couldn't move, I couldn't react, even mentally or emotionally. For the first time since these humiliating experiences had begun, I didn't even blush after such an embarrassing display. "I believe it is time to insert the additional lubricant and introduce our subject to the instrument of her deflowering. I will fill this vaginal cream applicator with approximately half a liter of lubricating jelly, insert the thin nozzle into her upper vagina, and expel its contents into the upper third of her still infantile vaginal canal. The excess will be extruded and supplement her natural lubrications at the mouth of her vagina." After the applause quieted down, I noticed the doctor filling a strange, syringe like device with a large quantity of a clear cream. As I was wondering what they had planned for me next, he separated my still swollen lower lips and thrust the thin nozzle of the syringe way up in my 'gina. It felt like his entire hand had been pushed up into my most precious area and my 'gina was forced to accept the invader. It seemed like the nozzle was many times bigger than the tampons I had used. Then a cold rush poured down from inside me, from up inside my 'gina as he injected all that clear stuff deep inside of me. Apparently, there was no room up there for all of it, because large gobs of the chilly stuff squished out around the nozzle and slid down my crack to join in the puddle of warm goo already on the table. I shivered as the cold from the cream penetrated my privates and sent a chill up my spine. "Since our subject is a virgin, her first intercourse will be with a barely pubescent male. His small penis should be large enough to remove her hymen, but small enough to not stretch her genitalia nor cause extreme pain, even though her vagina is rather infantile in size." The next thing I knew, the young boy assistant had returned to the room. As I watched, he slowly removed his white uniform shirt, then his white pants. I was amazed at the bulge in his strange looking underwear. He was wearing something like the training pants my little cousins wore. Then he removed his underwear-- and his little ding dong was stiff and red! He rubbed his hand up and down the incredibly stiff shaft a few times and walked towards me. He was smiling and it was waving. As he approached my widely splayed thighs, his eyes were riveted to my slippery, spread privates. What was he going to do? "My eleven-year old assistant will mount the subject as she is, strapped into place on the examining table. Because he is so short, he will first put a foot stool between the subject's extended legs, then continue to affect insertion." When he finally stopped between my legs,his hand still rubbing his little red ding dong, he lowered his head and examined my poor privates. What was he looking at? I heard a scraping of something along the floor, then he stood up and was at least a foot taller. I realized he must have put something to stand on at the foot of the examining table. In this position, his fiery red shaft was at the exact level of my privates. Then he leaned forward and put his hands on each side of my private fold. As he separated my swollen lower lips, a strange slippery feeling tickled the entrance to my 'gina, something like what a tampon applicator feels like going in. I clamped down hard - just like I needed to go to the bathroom really bad but didn't want to. The end of his thing slid around the slippery area between my private lips, from up around my button to down around my backdoor. Maybe I could squeeze myself so tight that he couldn't put his nasty hard ding dong into my precious niche. Then there was an uncomfortable stretching feeling, and finally, a sharp pain as his oversized ding dong pushed at my precious maidenhead. So they were going to rape me. This young boy was going to deflower me. I knew I wouldn't be able to give my virginity to my husband on our wedding night. I would go to my wedding bed a soiled woman, damaged goods. And the worst was, there was nothing I could do about it. If I resisted, they would simply drug me. The Iraqis would deprive me of this, my one true measure of love. A searing pain brought me out of my inner thoughts. My entire insides were being ripped apart as the red invader cruelly forced his way up into my precious being. In the monitor, I could see globs of red tinged lubricant being forced from my tight interior sheath, being replaced by the Iraqi boy's concrete manhood. I was being split in two, and the pain was a red cloud filling my mind. He withdrew and forced the attack again, gaining a few fractions of an inch at each excruciating push. My 'gina convulsed in its own defense. He was winning, putting that nasty thing up into my virginal depths, and I was losing my innocence. Then the boy's body rubbed against me. I was fully impaled on his dagger. His scant pubic hair rubbed against my inflamed funny button. The red cloud drifted from my brain to my tummy and my hips began moving on their own. He pistoned his knife into and out of me like a small steam engine and my pelvis began to match his thrusts. A wet sucking sound filled the room. Soon, he threw his head back and pushed himself even deeper into my violated cleft, then let out a blood curdling scream. His hips moved even faster. I could see the veins in his head and neck throb, and his manhood swelled even larger in my overstretched sheath. One last guttural roar escaped his throat as I felt his man seed force its way up his constricted shaft and spill in my overstrained woman tube. I felt the gruelly liquid splash all over the mouth of my womb, run down the tightly stretched walls of my 'gina, spill out of its painfully torn mouth, and splash around our joined organs of procreation. It was then churned into a white froth by his incessant thrusts. Finally, my legs and tummy went rigid and all my insides spasmed at once, trying to squeeze his shaft from my tight grotto. My vision went red, then black, and just before I passed out, a gallon of warm, wet, slippery liquid sprayed from my 'gina and splashed all over the young boy's crotch, wetting me, the examining table, and him - all the way to his waist. "As you can see, the young male subject shows the enthusiasm common in subjects his age. He also has demonstrated the short copulatory times before the onset of orgasm common with his age. The female subject apparently has also orgasmed during her first intercourse; an uncommon event. The monitors are now displaying the torn remnants of the female subject's recently intact hymen. There is one large lateral tear in the membrane to allow full penetration, while most of the tissue is simply stretched from its normally taut state. Her first intercourse with a normally proportioned adult male will also be painful as the stretched tissues are rent and torn, but her technical virginity is no longer in question. There is still some minor bleeding associated with capillaries in the torn tissue, but no significant hemorrhaging nor other damage to underlying structures is apparent. My female assistant will now revive the subject prior to cleansing her of the fluids of copulation, then she will take care of the surficial damage done to the subject's genital tract." A few minutes later, I came to. It all seemed like a bad dream, being shot down, captured, humiliated, then raped. I expected to awaken in my own warm bed at home. But I didn't. I awoke to find the female assistant shaking me into consciousness. Then she wiped several tissues of slimy pink, pearlescent liquid from my extremely tender crotch. Finally, she put a stainless bowl under my rump and slid a hard plastic nozzle up my recently violated womanly place. Next, she squeezed the syringe and sent quarts of stinging cleansing fluid up into me to mix with the boy's recently deposited man seed juice. The now syrupy liquid coursed down my 'gina, across the raw edges of my once proud virginity, then down my bottom crack and into the waiting bowl. The unmistakable smells of pungent man seed and musky womanly lubricant mixed and filled the room. The crowd was going wild in a standing ovation as scenes from my recent ordeal played and replayed on all the monitors. Each loop ended with a foot high image of my blood oozing hymen remnants, deep in my now no longer virgin 'gina. The young boy was proudly strutting around the theater, his red-stained shaft again disgustingly erect and pulsing in time to the crowd's chants and clapping. The only saving grace was my red friend had come and gone a week ago, so at least I didn't have to fear pregnancy from the adolescent rapist. I shuddered to think what carrying his child would be like, always having to look at her face and see the lust of her father and his red stained ding dong that had stolen my virginity and girlhood. I wished I had prepared myself with some type of birth control (and that I believed in their use), because these fiends had crossed the Rubicon and I was sure that today's vile rape would not be the last I would have to endure. Thankfully, the assistant injected me with something that knocked me out. I do not remember being wheeled back to my cell. "Since the demonstration has been completed, the subject has been sedated and removed to her cell. The next demonstration will be postponed until the subject recovers fully from today's experience, and will require several days preparation for a course of medical therapy, there will be no session tomorrow. This completes today's session." CHAPTER V Again I slept soundly that night. The strange dreams came like clockwork. I remember dreaming that I was again a little girl with no hair "down there", and again I was on the Doctor's examining table with my feet strapped into the metal stirrups. This time, there was no Doctor in the room, just my own dear Dad and Mommy. Dad carefully examined the outside of both my little pink back hole and my front privates while Mommy pointed out things and held my lower lips open while he looked and sniffed at my privates. Dad left the room and Mommy rubbed cool cream all over the inside of my poochie, telling me what a good girl I was, behaving and acting like a real grown up girl. Dad returned, dressed like the young boy assistant. As I watched, he slowly removed his white uniform shirt, then his white pants. Dad had the same bulge in his strange looking underwear, except his was as large as my entire arm. Then he removed his underwear and his ding dong was stiff and red. He rubbed his hand up and down the incredibly stiff shaft a few times, his hands barely able to fit around the enormous shaft and walked towards me. He was smiling and it was waving. As he approached my widely splayed thighs, his eyes were riveted to my slippery, spread privates which Mommy held open and pointed to. The strange thing was that I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, even though Dad had his ding dong out and was rubbing it up and down, while Mommy held my poochie open. She said, "She's intact. Look's like our little girl is still a perfectly chaste little virgin. See? There's her maidenhead, all full and pink, ready for her own Father to take, just like he took mine and then made a precious little girl grow inside of me." Then she stuck her fingers up into my 'gina and said, "And she's all wet and slippery. She's going to love having your big prick up her tiny pussy and rubbing her little pink clit." Then she began rubbing my little pink funny button and my hips began to react immediately. My juvenile hips thrust themselves up off of the examining table and against his ding dong, which was now firmly implanted in the mouth of my 'gina. My breath came in gasps and my poochie began running with internal lubrication. Daddy reached down and slid a finger up my very slippery backside, until his palm was flat against the base of my poochie and his large knuckles were well inside the pink muscle ring at the entrance to my pooper. Then the warm red glow filled the room again and, starting at my crotch, my legs felt like they were on fire. A lightening bolt zipped up my spine and crashed into my head and my legs began to tremble on their own. Wave after wave of lightening flashed from my privates, lighting up the entire room and causing thunder crashes. Mommy just stood there with a joyous look on her face and Dad ran his finger in and out of my clenching backside. Then I felt his ding dong start to go into my poochie. It melted my virginity and filled me with incredible warmth as my 'gina stretched to take in its incredible girth. I passed out from the excitement and when I came to, Daddy's ding dong was way up inside of me. And unlike the young boy who raped me, my 'gina felt all warm and cuddly as his monstrous member slipped in and out of me. The red cloud filled my vision several times before he gave a grunt and pushed his ding dong all the way up my newly opened womanly channel. His face clenched and he thrust his hips against my bottom, trying to drive himself deeper into my precious being, then a warm thick spray rained down on my insides from the end of his magic wand. Then he pushed his massive finger deep into my backside hole and wiggled it around and the red cloud again went black and I passed out, but not before I heard him tell Mommy that I was so tight that he couldn't pull himself out of me. I was awakened the next morning, spoon fed, and stripped for a sponge bath. My privates were so sore that I could not walk, except in a strange bow legged manner which kept the torn edges inside my 'gina from rubbing against each other. Then I was lead back to my cell, there was to be no session that day, or for several after it. However, three times a day, the female assistant would come into my cell, give me a shot, and examine my poor torn poochie. After just a couple of days, I could walk properly again, and had regained much of my strength. I began contemplating my means of escape. On the fourth day after my defloration, I awoke with an unexpected heaviness in my loins. I started counting back and realized it was way too early for such feelings. I could tell from the achy, heavy throbbing that my abused body was telling me it was nearly time for my "red friend". It couldn't be, though, since I was always very regular in my periods. It had been only two weeks since she last left. The lower back cramps and bloating, along with headaches, later that same day told me the story, the onset of my next period was imminent. Since all of my personal belongings had been taken from me, I had no way to take care of myself once my flow started. And since I wore almost no clothing and no underwear, it would be embarrasingly apparent shortly thereafter. I tried to ask the female assistant for "things" to properly observe feminine hygine, but she spoke no English. Finally, the Doctor came to my cell and asked what the problem was. "I believe certain 'female' things are about to happen to me and I need 'womanly supplies' to take care of them," I said, trying to be as discrete and ladylike as I could. I had never discussed my periods with anyone, not even my Mommy, since they started. "I do not under stand. What kind of 'female' things are about to happen? And what sort of 'womanly supplies' do you need?" "I believe my red friend is about to visit me and I need 'things' to take care of myself. "I can assure you that you will not have any outside visitors. And what kind of things do you need." It was obvious that the Doctor was not understanding my polite references. I would have to be more direct with him. I immediately began to blush. "I believe it is nearly my time of the month and I will need something to take care of it." "Are you speaking of astrology? I do not understand your request." Out of frustration, I pointed at my privates and said, "It's going to begin today and I don't want to have an accident." "Are you having bladder or bowel control problems? Perhaps I need to examine you again." "No! Never mind, you'll never understand!" and I went back to my cell bed. I felt drowsy and decided to take a short nap. Several hours later, I awoke and felt a strange, warm stickiness down between my thighs. Without looking, I knew it had started, and I had made a terrible mess. I waddled to the cell door and made enough noise that the female assistant came in. She immediately saw the large red stains on my upper thighs and left, returning a few moments later with a large warm wash cloth and a white cardboard box. She passed them through the cell bars, then stood and watched me. Since there was no place with any privacy in the cell, even the toilet was out in the open, I began washing my soiled privates as she stood by. After several minutes of laving myself "down there", I was again presentable, but the wash cloth was permanently stained a deep red color, and had "that smell" about it. Then I opened the white box. It was filled with an instruction sheet and large cardboard tubes, as thick as two of my fingers. "These must be what passes for tampons here," I remember thinking to myself. "I guess it's a good thing I'm no longer a virgin, I'd NEVER be able to use these things if I was. I've always felt stretched by Tampax juniors!" I removed one of the formadable objects and tore the stiff white paper wrapper from it. Once I had the tampon unwrapped, I was in for another shock, the removal string was at least a foot long. I would not be able to discretely tuck it up between my privates to hide the fact my "friend" was here, it would have to dangle down almost to my knees and act like a little white arrow pointing at my nasty, smelly privates and announce to the world my "friend's" presence. I just hoped that there wouldn't be another session for a few days. FINI ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 33