Recruitment Medical Examination

"If you could stand against the wall please, facing us, as straight as you can and tighten your abdominal muscles." I was standing pretty tense anyway. The female doctor snapped on some gloves and came close to me. She pinched at my stomach fat. "Callipers please Victor." Victor walked over slowly, the doctor pinching my belly the whole time. He handed her the callipers which she pinched, a little painfully over my stomach fat. I'm a fairly slim person but having her pull at my fat made me feel disgusted with myself.

"Abdomen good. Face the wall now Faye." She handed Victor back the callipers as I turned around, the male doctor noted something down. "Faye, this will feel a little uncomfortable but it's the best way." I braced myself for pain but felt something even worse. She was jiggling my love handles. "Hmm" She said giving them a firm pinch and working her way down. Then she started jiggling my buttocks, gently at first and then harder so they wobbled as much as she could make them. She finished by examining my buttocks grabbing them and groping them, not painfully but certainly not gently. "Glutes acceptable." I know my ass is bigger than my stomach but I felt so embarrassed to have the male doctor note this down.

She handed me the gown and told me to sit on the couch. The male doctor approached with a pen light and wooden depressor. "Open wide and say ah" I did as I was told and he examined my mouth. After he took the wooden stick out he used his fingers to examine my teeth and gums. I felt like a horse. He then shone the light in my eyes and asked me to tip my head back and shone the torch up my nose. The female doctor came over and examined my ears. This now started to feel like a normal medical exam after all the weirdness. They even used their stethoscopes over my gown to examine my breathing. I started to relax, thinking that the worst was over.

"Lie back please." The female doctor barked at me. I did so. The male doctor grabbed my right arm and ran his hands up and down it gripping it, asking me to push back against him and feeling my muscle tone. My left arm followed and then each of my legs. He spent a long time examining my legs before lifting my right leg and bending it back towards my chest. I reddened as my ass and vagina became exposed because of the way my gown was lifted. He did my left leg then turned to the female doctor.

"All fine, good condition and tone. Upper arms and thighs aren't of optimal definition but nothing that can't be honed in the gym." I felt tears well up in my eyes and a single tear trickle down my cheek. The doctors saw but didn't comment.

"Breast examination now please Faye. You can sit up, drop your gown and put your arms behind your head." The male doctor proceeded to give me a standard breast exam, working his way around my boob, one at a time, from noon around the clock like I did once a month. "What size bra do you wear Faye?" He asked, I wished the female doctor, bitch though she seemed was doing this. "34 D." I replied.

He stood back and bent down so he was at eye level with my boobs. Then he pinched both of my nipples, painfully and I squeaked. Neither doctor said anything, the female doctor just wrote some more notes.

"Right Faye, before the final part of the exam we'll have to give you an enema." The female doctor barked. "Pull the gown on. Lie on your side and bring your knees up to your chest." I did as she instructed. Closing my eyes tight and hugging my knees to myself which felt comforting after being so exposed. I heard clanking and noises around me.

"Here's the hot water." Victor said quietly. I couldn't believe he was still there. Doctor Isaacs thanked him and I heard him walk round behind me.

"Have you had an enema before Faye?" Doctor Isaacs asked.

"No Doctor" I whispered miserably.

"We're going to insert this nozzle into your anus fill your rectum with a warm saline solution. You'll then expel the water and we will test the fecal matter to gain information about the biome of your gut." Before I could say anything I felt a pair of hands pulling my gown up and exposing my ass. Another pair of hands pulled my ass cheeks apart. Then yet another finger started rubbing an oily substance around my asshole and then into my anus. I instinctively squeezed my ass shut to the touch. "Faye you must relax your anal muscles now." To my horror I'd squeezed down on Professor Oliver's finger, realising Victor was holding my gown up and Doctor Isaacs was spreading my cheeks.

Then a sharp metal tube started pushing against my ass, invading and then pushing up past the sphincter muscles, cold and unyielding. It suddenly turned warm and I felt warm liquid gushing into me. It made me feel a little nauseous thinking about it, so I stared across the room at a diagram of a pair of lungs on the wall. I started reading all the information on the diagram, forcing myself to concentrate on intercostal muscles instead of the horror that was happening behind me.

Finally the water stopped.

"OK Faye. After we withdraw the nozzle, you'll feel a rubber medical plug and you can try and relax" Dr Isaac said in a factual, clinical tone. I tensed as hard as I could when they pulled out the metal nozzle, worried that I would explode all over the table. The rubber plug was inserted immediate however, pushed very roughly into my ass causing me to grunt. "Right Faye, Victor is going to fetch the commode and then this part will be over." I heard the door open and close and something being wheeled in.

This was more mortifying than anything that had happened so far. Professor Oliver explained I was to get up, seat myself on the commode and release the plug when I was ready. I asked if privacy was at all possible.

"Yes I don't see why not. Victor can you fetch a medical screen please."

"Could I just have the room to myself?" I asked hopefully.

"No." Professor Oliver said abruptly. Victor returned with a screen which he set up around the commode, I shuffled over to it. As I pulled out the plug and expelled the shit and water from my ass, I started crying again - three people were sitting there listening to me expel the enema. I didn't need to tell them when I was done - they could hear.

To my mortification, Victor came round the screen first. "Here's a wipe." He muttered, even he was embarrassed. As I wiped my ass he put a hard plastic cover over the commode and wheeled it out of the room, I put the wipe in a medical disposal bin and walked to the sink to wash my hands, snivelling as I went.

Professor Oliver and Doctor Isaacs showed no mercy or patience. They pulled a paper lining over the medical couch and told me to remove my gown and lie down.

"Put your bottom right at the edge of the table and your feet in the stirrups please." Even though I had been exposed many times that day, lying spread eagled and completely naked still felt awful. Victor came back in.

"Straps please Victor." Professor Oliver commanded. I started crying again as I realised Victor was coming to strap me to the table using buckled medical restraints. I looked down at my body, it looked like I was in an asylum horror film.

Professor Oliver whipped out her camera again and started taking photographs of my vagina. I didn't object - what was the point? I was tied down and entirely helpless. Doctor Isaacs spread my labia with his hands and she clicked some more. Then Doctor Isaacs inserted two fingers all the way into my vagina and firmly felt around. His gloved fingers twisted and turned and reached, not painfully but very intrusively. Then he used his other hand to press down on my lower abdomen whilst palpating me from inside. After he completed the bimanual exam which wasn't all the different to a regular exam, he withdrew his fingers and stood up.

Professor Oliver took his seat and inserted one, long index finger into my vagina, I could feel her sharp fingernail through her glove. "Please squeeze my finger as tight as you can Faye." I squeezed my vaginal muscles around her bony finger. "Tighter if you can." I tried harder, biting my lip with effort. "And now try and push my finger out by bearing down." I tried and felt her finger slip out slightly. "And now give me a big cough." I coughed a little. "No a hefty cough please Faye."

Victor had reappeared and did a loud exaggerated cough to demonstrate. Rolling my eyes I coughed as hard as I could. Then she started pressing her middle finger against my anus. I resisted and she just pressed harder, eventually reaching all the way up and in.

"Please write good for vaginal tone." She muttered to Doctor Isaacs who was now taking notes. You may wish to check the back wall. Doctor Isaacs put his thumb in my vagina and an index finger up my ass, massaging the wall in between, up and down and left to right. "Perfectly fine." He said quietly.

"Large speculum please Victor." Professor Oliver held out her hand, Victor had wheeled in a trolley but I couldn't quite see what was on it. He handed her a metal speculum that was bigger than any I had seen at the doctor and she began coating it with lube. "Victor adjust the lights please." The lights in the rooms were turned right down and an incredibly bright lamp was shone on my vagina. "Ready for the speculum Faye... I'll be as quick as I can but it will be uncomfortable."

The metal slid into me, cold and shocking. As she began twisting the screws I felt an ache spread in my abdomen as I felt my pussy being pushed wider and wider until I heard the screw click and knew she had it as wide as it could go. There was a silence. Professor Oliver and Doctor Isaacs were both staring down the speculum, up my pussy, Victor was standing behind them, watching on. Then Professor Oliver got out her wretched camera and started clicking away. Doctor Isaacs reached for a swap and poked around, bumping painfully against my cervix.

"Lovely healthy cervix Faye." He grunted. This was the nicest thing anyone had said to me. A compliment for my cervix. He with drew the swab and went back to staring down the speculum. I couldn't believe this part was taking so long - it was so uncomfortable. Eventually Professor Oliver started to close the speculum. As she withdrew it, I was ashamed to feel a thrill of pleasure from the stimulation of it being pulled out of my pussy.

She started pulling the skin around my vagina, tugging at the labia and massaging around my clitoris. I was determined not to enjoy her massaging my clitoris. "Hood retractor please Victor" she said, with a sly note to her loud voice.

I felt cold metal prongs push into my skin and knew she was pushing the hood of my clitoris back, exposing its tender nub. She flicked it! I squirmed but didn't move because the leather straps dug into my skin holding me in place. I was terrified as to what they would do to my clitoris but, after examining it visually, she removed the retractor.

This must be the end! I thought helplessly. "Unstrap her." I didn't imagine I'd ever be glad to hear words come out of Professor Oliver's mouth but I nearly cried with relief. Victor started undoing the buckles and I smiled to myself.

"Nearly done Faye." Doctor Isaacs said to my dismay. "On all fours please, knees nice and wide apart and touch your chest all the way down to the table." I should have known it wouldn't be over. I begrudgingly got up on the couch and buried my head in my hands, my ass up in the air. Hands at my ass again. Dr Isaac's strong male hands, rather than Professor Oliver's bony fingers. I decided that, although having a man touch me should have been more humiliating, it was better to have his firm warm touch than the scratchy, clinical feel of his female boss. I soon changed my mind.

"We're going to do a quick check back here and then we're done for today." Dr Isaac had three fingers pressed up against my ass. I felt him pour lubricant down over my ass and his fingers and shove his fingers roughly into my ass. He moved them in and out - this didn't feel medical, this felt like he was fucking my ass with his fingers. He pressed all the way in, hurting me. "Oww" I said loudly.

"Faye, we've done so well, don't make a fuss now." Professor Oliver said, so loudly she was practically yelling. Doctor Isaacs pressed his fingers deep so they were fully in my ass, I felt him spreading his fingers apart, stretching it out. Then he slowly withdrew them. He stepped aside, Professor Oliver took over, using just the tip of her index finger, slowly inspecting around my anus, feeling every millimeter of skin. "Write fine anal tone." She barked.

Victor started moving around next to me, I peeked sideways and saw he had a three pronged anal speculum in his hand and was opening and closing it so I could see how wide it went. It opened about two whole inches. He passed it back to Professor Oliver who inserted it. As my asshole stretched and gaped, I felt oddly glad that Doctor Isaacs had prepared my asshole with his fingers, it wasn't as painful as I had first feared. My pride was far more hurt when I heard the snap of the camera.

"Medium Speculum now Victor." I felt metal at my vagina. They were going to expose both my holes and stretch me out completely. I closed my eyes. I must have visibly tensed up because Victor leant over and whispered in my ear "You have to relax for this part, just let go." A stretch, a pinch and cold air.

More camera clicks. Now I could hear them muttering behind me, I didn't even want to listen, I just pretended I was somewhere far away. Then I felt them turn the screws. Slowly they pulled each of the devices out of me.

I didn't dare hope it was over. I just stayed, ass up, quivering and trying not to cry.

I heard the door open.

"Is she done?" Nurse Jones asked.

"Yes." Professor Oliver said. I sat up and Victor handed me the gown. The lights came back on, uncomfortably bright. All four of the staff were staring at me.

"Well come on Faye, you can get changed and go." Nurse Jones said.

"Oh, wait." Doctor Isaacs said. "We didn't do a full sexual response test." Professor Oliver looked down her notes.

"No need." She said. "There was such extensive lubrication I have no doubt that she's fully sexually responsive." She looked up at me "You don't have trouble orgasming, do you Faye?" I blinked. Victor smirked.

"No." I said firmly.

"See." Professor Oliver said "Overall, a very healthy woman, we can ensure Ms Refferty's clients get a good recommendation from us."

As I got dressed and walked to my car, I wondered what on earth Ms Refferty would make of my medical notes, would she even read them? And what kind of job could possibly require such an examination??