The Examination ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ by the Poison Pen copyright 1997 He opened his eyes. The hallway was narrow and claustrophic, painted an antiseptic green that offended the senses, and its floor bare concrete. He knew without turning that the guard was following a pace behind him. He glanced down at himself and saw the prison greys with something like surprise. A frown crossed his face. "Where am I?" he asked, not slowing his pace. He had a vague feeling of deja vu, and a worm of fear burrowing in his gut. "Am I in prison? Why am I here?" "We got a real genius here," smirked the guard, giving him a rough shove between his shoulder blades. "But I don't--" he started, then paused. "How long am I here for?" he asked, his voice cracking, a drop of sweat beading on his forehead. "You know." The guard said it in an icy monotone. He shivered. He didn't know how, but he knew. God help him, he knew. The door they reached was unmarked and unlocked. He opened the door and went in. The guard did not. He was met inside by a second guard, a woman built in the shape of a barrel, with hair pulled back in a tight bun that pulled her face taut. She had a large, heavy wooden baton in her hand, and she scowled at him. "Strip," she growled. He looked around. He was in some sort of infirmary, complete with three stainless steel examination tables, though all were unoccupied. The walls were lined with cabinets, but all were equipped with locks. The counters which ran along each wall were covered in the kind of arcane bric-a-brac one expects in a well-equipped doctor's office. The guard slammed her baton down onto one of the examination tables, making it ring like a gong. He jumped. "I said strip," she snarled, raking him with her steely blue eyes. He fumbled with the simple closures on his prison greys, doing an awkward strip tease, until he stood shivering in his underwear. He hugged himself with his arms, uncomfortably aware of the guard's eyes roaming over his exposed flesh. "Skivvies too," she said with a grin. She hefted her baton for emphasis. He climbed slowly out of his underwear. The guard's grin got wider. "Nice ass," she said, nodding approvingly. "Lie down on the table on your back, hands by your side." He complied. The steel of the table was icy, almost painful to touch. The guard put the baton under her arm and began strapping him down. Two straps went across, one near his throat, and another across his abdomen, pinning his arms down. He watched the guard fasten straps around each wrist, and around each ankle. When the guard had finished, he flexed his muscles trying to move. He was helpless. A second door, opposite the one he had entered by, opened. His eyes bugged as a small crowd of young, giggling women shimmied in, all of them dressed in the skirts and starched white linen of nurses. There were blondes and brunettes and redheads, a whole flock of beautiful women. They gathered around him as he stared open-mouthed. "Quiet girls," said one, a strawberry blonde somewhat older than the others but no less amply endowed. The giggling stopped for a second or two, replaced by stern expressions -- which collapsed just as quickly into yet more giggling. "Okay, okay," said the blonde, waving a hand in a silencing motion, which slowly brought most of the giggling to a halt. "Before we start, we'll give the subject a physical exam. Go to it." A dozen pairs of dainty hands descended on him. As he looked on, a faint silly grin on his face, his blood pressure was taken, ears and eyes inspected, and was groped in various different locations. The combined smell of their perfumes was strong enough to make his eyes water as they bent over him. When the girls had finished, they stepped back. "Now," said the blonde, "we will begin the demonstration." "Pardon me," he said, smiling reasonably at the blonde. "I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here. I didn't sign up for any demonstration." The blonde smiled back, then turned to the guard who was standing to one side looking grim. "If he talks again, hurt him," said the cute, dimpled blonde, still smiling. His smile went out like a snuffed candle, and a chill made gooseflesh down his back. The guard squinted her eyes at him, grinning. Her grip on the baton tightened. "We'll start the proctological exam with an enema," said the blonde, pulling on a pair of disposable latex gloves from a dispenser on the counter. "Then we'll move on to the correct use of a sigmoidoscope and a colonoscope." "Hey!" he said, his voice panicky, his eyes darting around at the leering nurses. "No one is sticking anything up my -- AAARGH!" He screamed as the guard bent his index finger backwards with a jerk, snapping the bone audibly. The pain was excruciating, and a small trickle of blood leaked from his mouth where he had bitten his lip. While the haze of red faded from his vision, he felt his feet being raised, and was vaguely aware that his heels were well strapped into the adjustable steel stirrups at the end of the examination table. His legs were lifted until his ass was completely exposed, his puckered anus on display to anyone who cared to look. The blonde was standing between his legs, an enormous plastic bag in her hands that sloshed gently when she moved it. "Four litres of saline," the blonde said to the nurses. "For starters," she added, a wicked grin on her face. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the throbbing pain in his broken finger to try and forget his humiliation. He gasped as he felt something hard press against his anus, then push relentlessly inside. He opened his mouth to speak, but heard the guard rustle beside him. He managed to turn it into a whimper just in time. Suddenly he was aware of a bloating sensation, of something warm and horribly liquid filling him up. It wasn't bad at first. In fact it made him feel very strange, and he felt his penis hardening involuntarily. But the pressure kept building, and his lower abdomen distended. He lost his erection when it started to hurt. He felt as if he might burst, and he groaned. "Now, watch this," said the blonde impishly. He felt whatever was shoved inside his ass pull out, but it was quickly replaced by something much bigger and harder, filling him like a plug. He heard the nurses giggling around him and he opened his eyes. He looked down at himself, and could see how swollen and bloated he was. It was as if he had a volleyball shoved up his ass, and felt just as painful. When the blonde reached forward suddenly and pushed at the swollen flesh, he grunted from the pain. He could actually hear the liquid sloshing inside him, as could everyone else in the room. It provoked a round of cruel laughter. "Who wants to pull his cork?" asked the blonde. There were a lot of feminine squeals, and the nurses all raised their hands, hopping up and down excitedly. "Pick me! Ooh, no, pick me!" came the cries from the nurses. A buxom redheaded nurse was finally chosen, and she let her fingers graze the sensitive flesh between his buttocks as she reached for the plug. All eyes in the room watched greedily as she gave the plug a sharp, sudden yank that made him yelp. For an instant nothing happened. Then the floodgates burst. He groaned softly as muddy brown water geysered from his ass in a torrential outpouring that splashed in a waterfall from the examination table. The nurses cheered wildly, pointing and laughing whenever a large piece of turd was swept from the table to the floor. He had never endured anything quite so humiliating, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep from sobbing. The relief he felt as his rectum and bowels emptied was just short of orgasmic. He felt deflated, husked out. He was dimly aware of the stink of his own shit, but the nurses seemed not to notice. They applauded as the last of the saline solution dribbled from his ass. "Okay, settle down," said the blonde, nodding and smiling. "That's just the floor show. It's time for the opening act." He cracked open his eyes and immediately regretted it. The blonde was standing between his legs again, and she held something huge and metallic, covered in rust and black crankcase oil. It looked like it might be part of the fuel injection system of some old Detroit rolling iron. He couldn't imagine what it might be, but he didn't like the look of it. What was she planning to do with it? A thought crossed his mind and his eyes grew wide with terror. No, surely she wouldn't -- "I'm sure you've all seen one of these," said the blonde, holding up the rusty piping. The other nurses nodded. "Good, if someone will be so kind as to grab the vaseline, we'll get this inserted." "Noooooo!" he screamed, struggling violently against his bonds. "Oh God, you can't be serious! You -- whooomf!" His breath exploded from him as the guard's wooden baton landed with a solid smack in his abdomen. As he struggled to inhale, the guard's pinched face loomed inches away from his own. "Shut your mouth, asshole," she hissed. Before he could recover his breath, he felt the blonde's fingers begin smearing cool, greasy vaseline against his anus, rubbing it sensuously in tight circles. Despite his fear and the pain of his broken finger, he felt unbelievably aroused. Her finger pushed against his sphincter and he drew it instinctively tighter. She pressed harder, and her vaseline- coated finger penetrated inside him. "Look, he's enjoying it," snickered one of the nurses, as the blonde's finger sank deeper inside him. He had a raging erection, and his intense shame only seemed to make him more excited. All too soon he felt her finger leave him. "Now," said the blonde, picking up the rusty piping again. "I'm going to need some help here. I think his tight little ass is going to need some stretching for this." Several of the nurses gathered around, and he felt many fingers inserted into his ass. His sphincter rebelled, but was no match for the many pairs of hands pulling it open wider than he had thought possible. The pain was incredible, but it was nothing compared to what followed as he felt something the size of a baseball bat shoved suddenly inside him. His scream was high and piercing as one end of the piping sank inside his ass. He felt like he was being torn in two. Jagged bits of metal caught on flesh and tore little flaps inside him. The guard was slapping his face but he hardly noticed, and his scream went on and on as the piping sank into him one inch at a time. The blonde put her weight behind it, and the piping sank another six inches before coming to a stop. He panted and sobbed, the thing inside him an agony. He was dimly aware that he had a huge erection that waved from side to side as he writhed against the thing impaling him. "There we are," said the blonde brightly. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Who wants to look first?" The nurses took turns looking through the end of the device which protruded from his ass. He could see that there was an eyepiece, like he'd seen on the ends of microscopes. Whatever it was they were seeing, they seemed vastly entertained by it, and they each took several turns looking. His body was slick with sweat from the pain he was enduring while the nurses amused themselves. "Are we all done?" asked the blond. The nurses nodded. "Good. I'll just pull that out and we can take a little break." It was almost as painful coming out as it was going in, but the relief he felt was so great that it provoked only whimpers. When he dared to glance down his body, he was surprised to see that his erection had not abated. The piping, as it came out, was slick with blood and had bits of his flesh stuck to the sharp corners. "There," said the blonde, tossing the bloody device onto a nearby counter. Her starched whites were now spattered with drops of red. "There's coffee for everyone," she said. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was strong, overpowering even the smell of his shit which still lay in evil lumps on the floor. While he recuperated, eyes closed, praying for an end to the torment, the nurses poured themselves coffee in styrofoam cups. "Careful girls," said the blonde. "It's really hot." One of the nurses, a brunette with a face like an angel, wandered over and ran her fingers across his belly. "Poor little prisoner," she crooned. Her fingertips lightly brushed across his penis. "No one offered you any coffee, did they?" Her voice was like honey, pouring in a sultry flow from her soft rosebud lips. He shook his head, swallowing heavily as she ran a finger along the top of his penis, throbbing now with the need for release. "Someone bring the coffee pot over here," said the brunette, smiling. She dabbed the end of her finger at the bead of semen on the knob of his penis. She put her finger in her mouth and licked it. He wondered idly if she had been one of the ones holding his sphincter open. The brunette took the coffee pot and looked down at him mournfully. "You have no way to drink it," she said, shaking her head sadly. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we." She moved out of his field of vision for a few seconds, and when she came back, she was holding a plastic sack gingerly by the corners. Waves of heat hovered over the top of it. When he noticed the tube hanging from the sack, his heart started to pound. The other nurses drifted over to watch. "One cream and lots of sugar," said the brunette, positioning herself between his legs, her grin becoming feral. "Hope you like it that way." His face was frozen in a mask of terror. "Please, no, you can't do this, please," he whispered. "This can't be happening. You can't, I'll die, you'll kill me, oh God, please no." His erection wilted. "Here we go," said the brunette, shoving the tube into his abused ass. He remained perfectly still. He refused to believe that she would do it -- until she squeezed the bag, and his ass began to fill. His scream was eardrum-shattering when it came, all the muscles in his body spasming simultaneously in his agony, making a rigid arch of his back and legs. The coffee was molten inside him. The pain was as nothing he had ever felt before. It was a blazing, exploding nova of white-hot torment that went on without end. He could feel himself cooking as the delicate tissues inside were scalded by the boiling liquid. Steam forced its way out of his ass around the plastic tubing. He shrieked and shrieked and shrieked until his voice was gone and all he could do was thrash silently with his mouth open in a rictus of unending agony. It could have been no more than two minutes that the boiling coffee remained inside him, but his torment lasted decades, centuries. Time stretched like taffy. He never even noticed when his rock-hard penis erupted, firing semen in enormous arcs across the pristine whites of the nurses who had gathered around him, laughing. "There, there, it's all over now," said the blonde, stroking his forehead as he sobbed silently. The coffee had drained out of him and lay steaming on the floor. The pain just went on and on. The burns were horrific, and his sphincter was already blistering. He prayed for death that refused to come and end his suffering. "Hey," said one of the nurses, a raven-haired temptress. "I lost my ring." "Bet you left it inside him while you were holding him open," said the blonde. "Have a look inside and see." He croaked out a cry, but it was too late. The nurse had already pulled his abused sphincter open with her fingers and was poking around inside. Despite the hellish pain this caused him, he could not help feeling aroused by it. "Not here," said the dark-haired nurse, frowing. "Check a little deeper," said the blonde. "It probably got washed in a little ways." Her frown deepened, and she pulled her fingers out of his anus with a wet popping sound. "I don't want to get my clothes dirty. Hold on." She stripped off her clothes, revealing a body like a large-breasted Greek goddess. There was no attempt to tease, but her naked form alone was more erotic than any lurid table dancer. She stepped out of her sensible shoes and shoved her fingers into him once more. He made a grunting noise as her whole hand entered him up to the wrist. He could feel her fingers scrabbling inside him. His eyes widened with shock and arousal as he felt her whole forearm slide inside with ease, his ass already stretched and the muscles damaged enough to allow entry. "Still nothing," she said, her whole arm almost to the shoulder now inside him. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. With that she shoved her other arm in as well, stretching his sphincter grotesquely and causing him to let loose a fresh howl of pain. The nurse lowered her head and forced it between her arms. As he watched, her head and shoulders slid into his anus, her smooth bare skin sliding across the damaged flesh. She wriggled her way deeper until he could see only her buttocks and legs protruding from his ass. "This can't be real," he said, gritting his teeth against the pain. The guard seemed to have forgotten about punishing him, and was staring with unabashed lust at the shapely calves that were all that remained outside of him. When only the nurse's feet could be seen, slowly sinking inside of him, another nurse began stripping off her clothes. "She might need help," she said, as she reached into his puckered ass through which the dark-haired nurse's feet had vanished. The pain mounted as the second nurse followed the first, her head, arms, and shoulders disappearing inside him. He closed his eyes, moaning to himself. He could feel the first nurse deep inside, wriggling still deeper. This just wasn't possible, he thought. He concentrated, and could feel the second nurse's round hips as they slid through his sphincter, followed by her creamy thighs and her soft calves. When he opened his eyes, all the nurses were stripping and shoving each other good-naturedly for a good place in line. His abdomen bulged grotesquely, though surely it could not contain two whole people! He could see little bulges in the shape of hands and elbows and feet moving just below the surface of his skin. The naked, hard-bodied nurses began thrusting themselves inside his anus, each following immediately on the feet of the previous. The sensation of being filled grew larger and larger as his abdomen grew to unbelievable size. He writhed on the table, unable to move, as the pain mounted and his skin stretched fantastically. The blonde was the last to go. "Uhhhh," he grunted, tears streaming from his eyes. "I can't take any more. Please, I'll burst. Make it stop." She bent and licked at his anus, easing the pain of his burns. Then she began, slowly to force her way in. "Oh God, I can't take it," he groaned, not sure even to himself whether he meant the pain or the staggering arousal he felt at all of the wriggling pink bodies inside him. The blonde pushed, and pushed, and his belly bulged out even more, sagging over both sides of the examination table. Something had to give, he thought, sobbing, biting down on his lip until it bled. Something did. There was a tearing sound, like the world ripping in two. He screamed as flesh shredded, blood flew, semen spattered, shit and urine and bile and saliva exploded in a storm of tumbling pink bodies that laughed and laughed and laughed, and everything went red, and then he was falling, falling into eternal blackness, and the blackness swallowed him, and then-- He opened his eyes. The hallway was narrow and claustrophic, painted an antiseptic green that offended the senses, and its floor bare concrete. He knew without turning that the guard was following a pace behind him. He glanced down at himself and saw the prison greys with something like surprise. A frown crossed his face. "Where am I?" he asked, not slowing his pace. He had a vague feeling of deja vu, and a worm of fear burrowing in his gut. "Am I in prison? Why am I here?" "We got a real genius here," smirked the guard, giving him a rough shove between his shoulder blades. "But I don't--" he started, then paused. "How long am I here for?" he asked, his voice cracking, a drop of sweat beading on his forehead. "You know." The guard said it in an icy monotone. He shivered. He didn't know how, but he knew. God help him, he knew.