Infirmary or chamber?

Sylvie regained consciousness as she felt a hand probing deep inside her. She arched her back in vain, tied to a medical bed, and the pain stopped her in her tracks.

• Stop your nonsense, miss, I'll hurt you if you continue.

The nurse sternly made it clear that it was in her best interest to let him do it.

• Okay, let's continue the examination. Where was I?

The nurse reviewed the previous observations.

• Caucasian, brown hair - 5'7" - 121 lbs, 3.5 oz breasts, not a vaginal virgin but probably an anal virgin, perfect teeth, normal blood pressure.

The doctor took out a speculum and a urethral catheter.

Sylvie gritted her teeth as she felt the cold metal of the speculum brush against her skin. The nurse firmly held her thighs apart, despite her gasps of resistance.

• Breathe, miss, it'll only be a moment, the doctor murmured in a monotone voice, as if commenting on the weather.

The doctor positioned the speculum while viciously pushing the catheter into Sylvie's urethra.

A hoarse cry escaped her as the burning pain radiated to her lower abdomen. Her fingers tightened on the leather straps restraining her wrists, her knuckles turning white with the effort.

• Hold her tight, she'll wriggle again, the doctor growled, adjusting the catheter with a sharp movement, eliciting another muffled moan from Sylvie.

Sylvie gasped, her body gasping for breath as the doctor, holding a lamp, observed her vagina. He inserted catheters, which he inflated at will, noting the measurements.

Sylvie felt the cold metal expand inside her as the speculum spread her flesh with surgical precision. A trickle of saliva ran down her chin as she bit down, unable to stifle the moan elicited from her by the inflating catheters.

• Uterine contraction at 3.7 cm... note the resistance of the vaginal sphincter, the doctor commented casually, as his gloved fingers activated a small pump.
• Well, with the treatments she'll be receiving from our residents and guards, this will soon be a train station hall. The nurse laughed and nodded.

The doctor turned the pump another quarter turn, and Sylvie felt her intimate muscles stretch violently under the pressure of the inflated balloon.

Maximum dilation of the sphincter and vagina estimated at 6.5 cm, the doctor noted calmly, as the latex balloon continued to stretch Sylvie's intimate walls. A trickle of blood trickled from her lower lip as she bit down on the delicious pain, her body wracked with uncontrollable spasms.

-Good resistance... but not enough, he murmured, turning the pump slightly more, causing further stretching.

Sylvie's back arched off the bed as the pressure inside her became unbearable, her thighs trembling under the nurse's iron grip. The doctor's fingers worked around the pump, adjusting the dial with clinical precision—another quarter turn, a new wave of burning agony as the balloon **** her open beyond her natural limits. A choked sob tore from her throat, muffled only by the thick leather strap between her teeth.

"Note the tension in the posterior wall before any tear," the doctor noted, tilting the lamp to examine the shiny, taut tissue. "Minimal injury - acceptable." That will do for this point. Treat that, miss. Then we'll move on to the Behavioral Pain Scale.

The nurse applied a cold compress to soothe the lesion, barely muffling Sylvie's piercing scream. Her fingers trembled as she tightened the straps, each movement the doctor made near the instrument table cause a new shudder of terror but also a surge of excitement in her tense muscles. Sylvie, expecting intense pain, began to plead.