Although the high narrow examination tables were not much more than a metre apart, the two women managed to avoid looking at each other, keeping an emotional distance as best they could. However, when they were ordered to recline on their sides facing each other, they couldn’t avert their eyes. In the compelling anxiety of intimacy fostered by shared experience, they watched each other as reflections of themselves. Meredith watched the medical attendant approach the side of Darlene’s examining table behind her supine form. She saw him move Darlene’s upper leg forward as she felt a hand on the back of her thigh, pushing her tightly closed legs apart by moving her right knee forward. They both rotated their hips, rolling their buttocks up slightly. The partial turning of their hips opened them behind, exposing the lips of their sex and the dark pucker of their anuses. Darlene saw the look of surprise and embarrassment on Meredith’s face as the attendant prised her cheeks apart and inserted a rectal thermometer in her anus. Although she couldn’t see it, she knew what was happening to Meredith since she felt her own bottom cheeks separated and the cool glass tube of a rectal thermometer penetrate her clenched anus, slipping far up her rectum. It felt terribly long and thick -it was - it was a veterinary thermometer normally used on cattle and horses. The two women were left on their sides with long glass tubes protruding from between their bottom cheeks recording their internal temperatures and their outward humiliation. They watched each other to avoid acknowledging the decorative pose they had been placed in while the guards and staff gazed at their anal penetration and the exposure of their bare bottoms and vulval clefts so blatantly displayed by their demeaning positioning on the examination tables. After an eternity, the long tubes were extracted, temperatures recorded and the requisite urine sample was ordered.
Meredith asked where the lavatory was. She should have known better. The smirking response to her innocent question was the last thing she wanted to hear. But, like Darlene, sunk in despair and fear, she stood at the end of the examination table with her knees bent, thighs wide, holding her labia open with one hand while holding the glass jar for her urine in the other. Both women stared down in deep concentration to avoid the gaze of their omnipresent audience. It was just too mortifying; neither could relax their urinary sphincters in pubic.
“You’ll stand there however long it takes.”
Biting her lower lip, Darlene began to fill her bottle. Meredith followed in short order mortified as she voided her bladder in front of all the watching men in the clinic. Handing the sample jar warm with her urine to the attendant, she couldn’t make eye contact, her dignity having flowed into the glass container along with her urethral discharge.
“On the table, on your back. We need to do a pelvic exam.”
‘My God,’ thought Meredith, ‘couldn’t they have a woman do it?’ She didn’t see stirrups or knee bolsters that usually helped her arrange herself in her gynaecologist’s surgery. She and Darlene lay back on the cool unpadded surface of the stainless steel tables. Darlene put her hands at her sides, Meredith covered her breasts with one arm cupping her plump mons and its protective triangle of hair with her other hand. Hardly a position for a pelvic exam, but she was loath to expose herself to the leering guards not six feet away. They had seen quite enough of her dignity ripped away already; she wished they would leave or at least have the courtesy to avert their eyes. Her eyes darted to the opening door of the clinic, hoping against hope that a female gynaecologist would sweep in and dismiss all the men for the most personal of female procedures.
Jonathan charged into the room, all power and dominance; his aura of authority bulged like his muscles as he strode in.
“Bring your knees up toward your chest and abduct your thighs,” said one of the attendants.
Without hesitation Meredith and Darlene brought their knees up and stretched their thighs open wide. Meredith held her fingers to the table adjacent to her hips and Darlene assumed a similar position. Knees bent, toes nearly touching above the exposed rift of their vaginas, they lay still while rubber gloved fingers smeared with clear lubricant penetrated and probed their sex. The mere presence of Jonathan, their discipline and punishment master, induced immediate and total submission in the two women. They had no interest in being brought before him having heard the intimations of what would happen if they were. So in terror of the man that they would lay quite still on their backs with their knees raised and flung wide apart while other men watched them being given a pelvic; Meredith and Darlene both trembled in fear and obedience to his inordinate power over them.
Jonathan stood at the side of Darlene’s table looking down at her. His sheer height made her dizzy; he seemed to be staring down at her from Empyrean heights dominating and making her small and insignificant in the possession of his gaze. Jonathan disregarded her supine position, the yawning of her thighs, and the ongoing examination she was undergoing as he spoke to her looking only into her eyes.
“You’re going to be a good girl for us while you’re here, aren’t you Darlene?”
“Uh huh,” she responded. Jonathan’s dark eyes pinned her to the table while rubber-clad fingers delved, probed and intrusively examined her vagina with a second hand palpating her abdomen in a comprehensive examination of her privates. The visual and verbal interplay between Darlene and Jonathan seemed to take place in a separate universe while she held her knees apart granting access to the centre of her sexual being in another world between her widely spread thighs.
“You’ll do everything required, won’t you, no matter how much pain or embarrassment it causes you?”
“Yes,” she whispered while a man in a different universe thrust two fingers deeply into her birth canal as if reaching for her cervix.
Jonathan reached into her emotions and the centre of her mental being coincidental with the tactile invasion of her sex, marrying the two in an inseparable cohesion yet separate in a confusion of rich sensations for the young girl.
“I’m sure you will,” he crooned in an avuncular baritone. He patted her on one raised knee, “Keep yourself well open, we’ll be through here soon,” and he walked away as Darlene crooned in a soprano lament with the effort to stretch her gaping thighs even wider as if to grant access to her brain through her vagina.
The hard steel of the table under her back and buttocks blocked Meredith’s escape route, which was to simply sink into the floor. The thought of leaping up from the table and running occurred to her. Nevertheless, she steeled herself and remained with her legs spread as she had been ordered gorgonized by Jonathan’s gaze as he loomed up alongside her. She couldn’t ignore him even with the distraction of her examiner’s fingers penetrating her vagina. Glancing down at her mortified expression and the vulnerable position she assumed while she was probed and inspected internally, Jonathan turned to a staff member and said, Who is this one again?”
“She’s subject twenty. She was an executive, but they invoked her indenture.”
“What’s her name?”
“Meredith Montgomery. Yeah, Vice President or something, subject twenty now though, just like the others; a little older though.”
While Meredith continued to hold her knees up and her thighs wide; while insistent fingers explored her internally; while she whimpered in embarrassment and humiliation, displayed as an example of her species, like an insect on the table, the impersonal conversation went on above her as if she were not there. Jonathan looked down at her face twisted in an expression that would have made the gods weep.
“We expect a lot from you Meredith. You’ll need to set an example for the younger girls. I’ll take a personal interest in your training and service. I’m sure you’ll do well. Won’t you?”
Jonathan looked down at the suffering woman with a malevolent glint in his eye. He obviously enjoyed her catastrophic grief exacerbated while he watched when her rectal exam began and she announced it with a yelp of surprise and a look of shock on her face. Her legs trembled from the effort to hold herself in the proper position whi
le looking up at Jonathan with her anus clenched around the digit spearing her between her distended bottom cheeks inserting its curious length into her rectum.
“You’ll be sodomized regularly now that you’ve been indentured. You’ll have to accustom yourself to it, but we have devices we use to help you. Cross your ankles and wrists, grasp your ankles and continue to hold yourself open while you’re examined. I’ll show you another aspect of your responsibilities as chattel of the corporation.”
Jonathan reached under the narrow table, adjusted something, and the table fell away from under her head. Her head fell back with her hair trailing toward the floor. As she strained to raise it, Jonathan told her to keep position and let her head fall back.
“Now open your mouth. Open it wide.”
Without understanding, but out of fear of the consequences of disobedience Meredith opened her mouth.
“Wider.”
Meredith opened her mouth as wide as she could.
“Now put your tongue out over your lower lip and hold your position without moving.”
Like some great naked bird Meredith lay obediently in the inelegant posture Jonathan had dictated. Her arms reaching down to her ankles holding them up in their crossed position, with her wrists crossed as well, supported her ample breasts between her upper arms, pushing them up together in ostentatiously fleshy mounds on her chest. Their exposure was made all the more blatant by her tipped back head making her breasts the focal point of her display as she lay quietly on her back as Jonathan had ordered. Her legs, knees sharply bent, raised and directed high and wide by her crossed ankles, rolled her buttocks up slightly on the table and of course yawned her thighs open wide, exposing, granting access, and making available her sex and anus to the examiner. Her position was reminiscent of plucked white poultry trussed and ready for roasting. Meredith moaned softly as one digit was replaced by two in her tight sphincter plying and prying her open painfully.
Jonathan moved around the table observing both her vulnerable position and the ongoing anal intrusion she suffered while maintaining it. Meredith sunk deeper into the morass of her own humiliation unable to understand how she had been induced to assume such a demeaning attitude while violating every aspect of feminine modesty and surrendering the last iota of her dignity.
Jonathan appeared above her again and although she stared at the wall with her head hanging down trying to avoid seeing him in the absurd hope that it would prevent him from seeing her, he spoke to her as if they were having a cuppa together.
“That’s fine, Meredith, I’m sure you’ll do well here. This unpleasantness will soon be over. We’ll have you cleaned up, shaved and properly shackled and your training will begin later today. You’ve already mastered one of our required display postures. There are sixteen of them; you will be learning the rest when training begins. They all have to do with openness and receptivity.”
Jonathan turned to the man with his fingers in Meredith’s anus. “How is she?” he asked.
“Tight but resilient. She’ll open up nicely with conditioning. Her tissue is healthy; shouldn’t be a problem.”
“She has to be a healthy specimen or we can’t use her. It would be a shame to have to sell her. We don’t get a lot of management types here lately; it’s good to see them come in. They’re usually among the best and brightest. After they fully understand the new purpose of their lives they’re often quite trainable and accepting of their status.”
Jonathan disappeared, leaving Meredith in her display posture while the medical orderly finished the unpleasantness of her internal examination.
“Whenever you’re in the presence of staff and not otherwise restrained, this is the posture you must always take. As you learn other required positions of submission, you will assume them immediately upon demand, but this is how you will stand when not otherwise directed. You may only bring your legs together when directed to move from one place to another. Immediately upon stopping, you must again spread your legs wide. Any sign of disobedience or even reluctance will have you before the discipline and punishment master. Is that clear?”
Darlene and Meredith nodded mutely standing in the position demanded of them. Legs spread wide, hands clasped at the nape of their necks with fingers intertwined under their hair and their elbows well back their utter nudity was fully and openly displayed. Modesty vanished with their compliance.
“Right. Now into the next room. Subject twenty you first, blondie right behind. When you get to the door, stand right up against it, forehead, breasts, belly and thighs right against it and you,” he said looking at Darlene, “press right up behind her as close as you can. Wait for the door to be opened.”
The door was cool, Darlene was warm. After the cut of the crop across her buttocks outside when she had forgotten to bring the chain of her leg-irons taut, Meredith remembered to spread her legs as she stood against the door. Darlene pressed up nakedly behind her, spreading her legs as well. The downy silken thatch on Darlene’s pubic mound softly abraded the cleft in Meredith’s jutting buttocks while her thighs, breasts and belly gently rested on Meredith’s bareness eroticizing both women against their will. When the door was opened, they nearly tumbled into the room. Regaining composure and position, they stood in a well-equipped loo while the guards, tucking their whips under their arms, prepared purges for the two women. Darlene did as she was told and so did Meredith. The difference was Meredith did it with three livid scarlet stripes across her quivering bottom cheeks and tears streaming down her other rosy cheeks. Somehow, Meredith assumed that without Jonathan’s menacing presence, she could refuse the orders of her minders. ‘No I can’t,’ she pleaded when she saw the shiny aluminium ogival nozzle greased and ready for insertion. It was much to big and its radical hollow shape, widely blunt at its tip flaring much wider to a narrow neck attached to an enema hose, would stretch and hurt her more than she could stand. It stretched and hurt her very much indeed, as she stood bent over, feeling her bowels distend from the influx of liquid it delivered into her viscera. Its bulbous taper lodged firmly in her rectum held irremovably in place by her sphincter clenched behind its broad base gushed the cleansing purge into her until she thought she would burst. Both she and Darlene whimpered from the cramping caused by the large volume of their enemas while forced to hold it by the shape and size of the plug like nozzle tightly sealing their dilated anuses. The rubber enema bags hung loose and flaccid while Meredith and Darlene bulged uncomfortably full, their bellies and abdomens distended in blue veined translucence. The radial symmetry of taut muscular flesh binding the bulging flange of the steel nozzles securely in their rectums permitted not one drop of fluid to escape. Both women writhed and moaned piteously in their desperate need to evacuate. They were given three consecutive enemas, each larger than the one before. In each subsequent instance, Meredith obliged her minders by leaning forward, bending her knees and holding her cheeks apart for the reattachment of the enema hose to the stout nozzle in her anus. As painful and demeaning as that degrading behaviour was, the evacuation of her bowels in front of the guards, the devastating, crushing, indignity of squittering the watery flux from her viscera and the unladylike flatulence that accompanied it, was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. What made it worse and totally indecent was the retention nozzle being left in preventing closure of her sphincter permitting the purging fluid to gush out uncontrollably. Made to sit on the porcelain bowl, bent forward holding her ankles while the hose was detached and a back-pressure valve in the intrusive device was released, the smelly slurry of faecal matter and liquid poured out of her bowels unconstrained. The former executive and her secretary worked together side by side, unburdening themselves of large enemas; an activity they had never performed together before. Their mutual humiliation levelled their social status, irrevocably joining them in shared subjugation and degradation.
Darlene was as embarrassed as Meredith was while sitting next to her former boss helplessly pouring out the liquid contents
of her bowels. The two women had worked closely together in the past, but this particular embarrassment was excessively and quintessentially crushing for both. Stripped totally naked and defenceless, impaled by huge metal appliances depriving them of control of their most personal functions they surrendered absolutely to the half dozen uniformed men administering great doses of pain, humiliation, and liquid which they were coerced to accept both emotionally and physically. The repeated command to assume the demeaning position required for the reattachment of enema hoses, legs wide, knees bent, leaning forward while holding their bottom cheeks open with their hands was as demeaning at the last as at the first. More so for Meredith in some ways since the crimson welts on her buttocks signified recalcitrance and was an engraved invitation of sorts to meet privately with the discipline and punishment master. And of course, she had ultimately succumbed by bending and opening herself for the painful insertion of the metal nozzle that facilitated her thoroughly shaming and thoroughly applied purging procedures. At the end, Meredith and Darlene stood utterly enervated in the prescribed stance. The silvery stem of their enema nozzles protruded between soft white cheeks dripping clear as rainwater until the internal valves were closed. They were made to walk to the next station of agony and degradation with the nozzles firmly in place. It hurt to walk as it was intended to do.
Half a dozen guards carrying whips they were not reluctant to use, the vulnerability of total nudity, and sheer weariness from the prior events of the day only permitted reluctance, but not refusal, therefore, Meredith and Darlene clambered up onto two of the raised shallow copper basins arranged in a row of gleaming receptivity.
“On your belly, put your hips just above the bar.”
The large basins were two meters long and nearly a metre wide. Only fifteen or sixteen centimetres deep, a sturdy steel bar mounted all around the inside of the short sides of the basin held adjustable clamps; four to a side. Three had steel shackles attached and one pair held a transverse steel bar across the width of the shallow tub. The lateral bar was raised a few inches by elevated mounts, and when Meredith and Darlene arranged themselves as ordered, they lay draped over the bar with their buttocks prominently elevated. The unyielding bar rested just under their pubes at the join of thighs and hips supporting them uncomfortably, but put them in the position required for bathing. That they were to be bathed was obvious since the copper basins had a drain at one end and rubber hoses with spray nozzles, buckets of soapy water, and scrub brushes lay close at hand. First, they were restrained.
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