We arrive at the doctor’s. The clever Arthur had planned for his dalliance in the woods and though he used me well for some twenty minutes we arrive on time. With just a moderate degree of haste, I am led to the receptionist. My hands pull down on the hem of the sheet in a futile attempt at modesty. Fortunately the only person in the reception area is a young male, evidently awaiting his wife.
The receiving nurse looks up to see my brief attire
and stifles a giggle.
“I think we can take you right to the examining room.”
I am grateful but soon find myself with sheet removed and being restrained to a table. Recollections of Dr. Helga’s insemination room come to mind and with them consternation. When the nurse lifts my left ankle to place it in a stirrup, I begin to panic. When the right is also secured, the object of my concern comes into view.
With legs parted, Arthur’s semen begins to ooze from my sphincter. The nurse notices and this time she laughs loudly.
“You’ve been quite the naughty girl.”
Yes, I tried to fellate Arthur, taking him deep in my throat, sucking and simultaneously swishing and lapping away with my tongue. But after several minutes he pulled back.
“I’ve seen Bobby’s dogs take such great interest in your charms,” he calmly explained.
With that he rolled up my sheet, knelt behind me and penetrated my rear portal like a canine. He was rather large and though I had been penetrated there by so much and so often, I had trouble accommodating him. It was painful but my expressions of discomfort seemed to spur him to double his efforts. Eventually, he climaxed strongly and deeply, and the evidence of his sodomy dribbles into view, humbling me before the unfamiliar nurse.
The nurse retrieves a tissue and begins to professionally dab from about my anus the remnants of Arthur’s lust.
“We have many girls like you visit us,” was her simple comment, spoken with a disapproving sarcasm.
She gives me a very piquant liquid to drink. By the time the doctor enters, I am conscious but my mind keeps wandering off in barely controllable daydreams.
“Atropine,” the doctor explains. “Some of the procedures will be uncomfortable.”
The details become blurred. My balls are slipped out and the doctor’s instruments seem to work deep within my cervix. Then I feel the instruments being withdrawn and something slipped back within.
Then my mouth is forced open and held by a special device as what seemed to be conically shaped instruments slide down my throat. The doctor works there for many minutes. I feel some pain.
Then it is time for my ring. Surprisingly, the hole created by Dr. Helga’s device had not completely healed. Reopening it is uncomfortable but much less painful than the original effort months before.
I see a bright flash as the enormous ring is welded closed. My feet are released. The doctor leaves. The nurse helps me off the table.
“How do you feel?”
I speak but no words come out. Instead there is gibberish.
“Do you wish to talk?”
The nurse becomes annoying with her attempts to entice me to speak. After more tries and more gibberish, she laughs.
“Very good. The doctor has sutured your vocal cords. Ms. Powers’ orders. You’ll find that your throat will feel a little sore. Trying to talk will irritate it but won’t do any permanent damage.
“Walk for me, be careful.”
I step off the table to the sound of a moderate clang and the most amazing feeling within my vagina. I look down to see a sizable bell dangling between my thighs. It is two to three inches wide, about the same in length and hangs from an elastic cord similar to that which held my golden ball. The outside surface of the bronze colored bell is studded with spikes.
“I’ve never seen one of those before. I have seen discipline implements hung in order to keep a girls thighs parted, but never combined with something that rings.”
She laughs.
“It’s attached to a new set of Ben Wa balls. The cord has been sutured very high on your vaginal wall so don’t try to pull it out.”
Yes, as the bell moves about and rings with my movements I can feel it moving the ball near my vaginal opening. The larger ball deep within me also moves. This was not so prominent with the original set.
“You may wish to rest for a while. The atropine will dissipate in an hour or so. Then the feel of Ms. Powers’ new toys will be even more prevalent.”