He finished his preparations by snapping on a pair of latex gloves and applying lubricant from a tube onto the fingertips of his right hand. I sighed against the tape over my mouth as he wheeled the tall contraption toward me. Two long clamped hoses hung from the filled and swollen rubber pouches on hooks. Still in his plastic apron, he stepped back into the tiled area and directly in front of me. When his left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him, I gasped as the cold plastic pressed to my skin.

The lubricated fingers of his right hand pressed against my cheeks, easily slipping between them. I began to whimper as he pressed my anus with the cool slick gel in a small circular motion. I couldn't help tensing up. His heavy warm breath was loud in my ear. He gave me no warning before slipping a finger just inside my tight ring. His finger lubricated just inside me before it slipped out again. I mumbled loudly against the tape and shook my head but his quiet voice against my ear hissed his warning, to fight would only make it worse. But still my heart pounded against his chest and I feared his next action.

His left hand slipped down from my waist and grabbed my cheek. I closed my eyes as he forced me harder against him. I felt his curled right hand press between my spread cheeks and the head of the nozzle circled my greased clenched hole. He advised that if I pressed out as he pressed in, it would be less uncomfortable, but I couldn't. I moaned then sucked in air against the tape as the nozzle was forced in. There was only slight relief as the larger head of it passed beyond my tightened muscle but as he continued to push, I could feel the length of the hard tube sliding inside me. At last the motion stopped but soon I felt the rush of warm fluid as he released the clamp and gravity began to force the solution in. There was harder pressure as his hand squeezed on the rubber pouch. I felt as though he was forcing fluid up into the pit of my stomach.

My legs were pressed tightly together when his left hand came around and slid down to my crotch. He used his foot to unbalance me and shift one leg out, giving his gloved fingers room to search between my thighs. I shuddered and tried to move away but the nozzle and liquid already inside me stopped any motion abruptly. As his fingers spread my lips and one gained entrance, I saw from the corner of my eye that the other larger nozzle was being drawn toward me.

He knelt and in doing so, used his bent knee to push my legs farther apart. I was barely supported on my toes and the cuffs were biting harder into my wrists. I looked up, tried to concentrate on the ceiling tiles as his face was close enough for me to feel his breath on my thighs. Fingers held me open and the nozzle was snaked inside, pushed until I felt it hit the depth of me. Again a clamp was released and again a flush of water, though I did not hold this. It flooded me and ran out and down my legs as quickly as it went in.

I was beginning to ache from the filling of the other pouch. The fit was tight enough that I could not release any of the fluid. When the last of the douche dripped from me and he withdrew that tube none too gently, he let the hose drop back to swing freely from its post. He rose to stand, pulled me to him again and slowly withdrew the other nozzle from my still tight anus. I tried to hold it in, out of habit, I guess? Out of modesty? But I couldn't now with the nozzle extracted and my ring slick. All the fluid gushed from me through my lubricated hole. He stepped back and seemed pleased as I sobbed with the humiliation. He could not resist reaching to rub my belly, pressing to force out the last.

He finished his thorough cleansing by hosing me down again and left me hanging to dry as he went over to his counter and sink. He slipped off and discarded the gloves then cleaned himself and the spent apparatus. His apron was then removed and laid aside. He worked his hands into a new pair of gloves then wheeled a small cart toward the exam table. Its tray seemed full of metallic instruments I could not entirely identify.

When he finally returned to me he somehow unlatched the ceiling eye hook. My arms were aching as he lowered them to hang, still cuffed, in front of me. I stood shivering and rubbing my wrists as the cold metal of the large eye hook stung my skin when it touched me. He walked me over to the exam table, roughly dragging me almost, with a hand gripped hard around my arm. He stood me at the end of the short padded table. I was looking at the white paper stretched across it, when he pushed my shoulders forcing me to bend over the table. I reached forward trying to push back up until his voice gruffly ordered me to stretch my arms over my head. I complied. What choice was there?

His fingers bit into the back of my neck pressing my face harder into the paper covering. He moved to my side and pulled on the eye hook and my cuffs until I heard the metal ring snap into some latch at the head of the table. When he returned to stand behind me, he used his knees to push me forward then his foot slipped between my ankles and forced my feet apart. In my peripheral view, a gloved hand removed something from the cart and it disappeared behind me. I tried to lean up and his knee jammed into the back of my thigh as a warning. I saw the tube of lubricant sail back onto the tray of instruments causing them to clatter. Again I closed my eyes. Again I tensed up despite my efforts not to.

Gloved hands rubbed my upraised cheeks. Fingers wedged between them and spread them open. One heavily greased finger began to rub up and down between my cheeks and over my anus. I felt his fingertip poised then sucked in a breath as he pressed and pressed until it went in. The gel was cold and kept me tight around his gloved finger. He told me something, something about checking me but I couldn't hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. I only felt him, sliding his finger in and out slowly, turning it, exploring. As each knuckle passed in and out I felt my muscle contract around it. He pushed in then until I felt his fisted hand pressing full against me. I seemed to tighten with each heavy beat of my pulse as the thick finger probed for what felt like forever until it was slowly withdrawn. When my violated ring was allowed to close again, I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Then I found myself sobbing quietly. The feeling of being greased was making me shiver, aggravated by the chill in the room.

He stripped off the gloves and donned a new pair. My view of his large hands working into them was much too vivid. The eye hook was unlatched and he pushed me up into a standing position, pressing the cold metal to my stomach. He moved while turning me until we stood facing each other at the foot of the table. He pressed back til my cheeks were against the end of the table. He didn't bother to verbally order me. My mind was tormented, body weak and shaking from his work so far. My eyes were wet and I could only whimper quietly against the tape still sealing my mouth.

As he pressed further on the metal ring and cuffs against my stomach, I was forced backward. To reinforce his intentions, his other gloved hand went to my throat and pushed until I could bend no further and I dropped back onto the crackling paper. My legs couldn't hang impossibly over the end of the table so I had to draw up my knees, perching my heels on the very edge. He drew my arms up over my head and locked the eye hook into its latch again.

When his face appeared over my knees, I was oddly startled. I jumped as I felt the exam table shift and heard metal creaking and the sound of mechanical gears beneath me and beyond my vision. The series of strange sounds and the shifting were repeated. As he worked, I eventually saw the supports appear on either side of my knees pressed so tightly together. My thighs burned and were shaking from the effort of holding my legs up and closed. But he soon remedied that.

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