Speculum

The parade of busted cunts filled the screen, swirling pink around the edges, but front and center...right in the middle of Lois' vision...she could see a dripping pussy, on a chair. Just like the one Lois was sitting in now. Pink pussies, raw and dripping spunk, continued to flash on screen one after another, but Lois felt a little clearer-headed now, looking at that central feed. The woman on it was trimmed just like Lois herself. Pink lips glistened wetly. She scooted her ass forward, and on camera the slit pushed forward in response. It was like watching herself, on camera.

Something bobbed into view. A chrome duckbill, a familiar shape to most women—one of the tools of the trade for gynecologists. The reporter's heart skipped a beat.

A cunt-spreader.

Lois watched on the monitor as it extended closer and closer, almost imagined she could hear the whine of the motor. The reporter noted it was a little off in its approach, and shifted her hips until it lined up. The rounded tip inched closer and closer, and as it did the camera zoomed in, the vagina filling more and more of that middle screen, while spiraling loose cunts swirled around it, clamped open...

Her pussy tingled in anticipation. Her heart still leaped in her chest when she felt something cold and hard brush against her nether lips, just in time with the speculum on screen. Lois didn't look down, only gasped as she felt the hard tip push further in to her depths, eyes still glued to the screen.

The empty holes had disappeared. There was a collage of pussies of all shapes and sizes getting slowly penetrated by a slender chrome tool. A speculum installed in a desk in a familiar lounge, to wait in the darkness for a familiar pair of legs to walk in, to sit her ass down at the computer terminal. Camera already zeroed-in on the crotch.

As Lois watched all this happening around the edges, in her peripheral vision, front and center she was getting her own intimate view of her vaginal canal. A fiber optic camera mounted on it, showcasing its journey, deeper and deeper. Lois moaned, and tried to avoid humping the cuntbuster, wet with lubrication, slowly spreading her lips apart as it went farther inside.

The penetration itself was smooth—cold—impersonal. Just a hard straight tube of stainless steel going straight up the middle. Lois grunted in discomfort as she was impaled on it, the tip nestling deep within...and then the whine of the motor changed, and it started to spread.

It split her open slowly...she could feel it, a millimeter at a time as it opened up, and Lois bit her lip and almost humped the monster. On the screen, she saw the woman opened up like canals, each pink donut of a cervix on display, vaginas so strained she could see the blood vessels in the pale flesh, and wondered how many of them had ripped open...

Lois grunted as it spread wider, wondering what her own limit was. The human body could stretch, she knew, but it needed time, and her crotch was already hurting...she didn't dare to look down, but she could feel it, what all those women on screen had already felt...and that gave her hope, and courage. If they could take it, she could take it. All the way.

Time lost meaning as the endless slow **** continued, Lois watching her own internal anatomy slowly come into view, hips now aching, legs spread as wide as the chair allowed. Her orgasm wouldn't come, and stupid tears fell down Lois' cheeks as she fidgeted, muscles convulsing uselessly against the speculum. She could see the muscles strain, the pink tunnel undulate.

I bet I could fit my whole hand in there now.

The history-replay at the edges faded into pink swirls. The central image remained and, Lois could see a round, muscular orifice, like a puffy donut...and she knew, just knew, that was her cervix. The entrance to the womb.

The inner camera faded, replaced by the external under-the-desk cam shot. Lois stared in awe at the sweaty, strained rim of the impaled pussy. She could fit a soda can into her cunt right now, and it wouldn't even touch the steel sides. Part of her wanted to do that. To see what she could fit. Yet it was still spreading. Lois could feel that, nerves on edge, discomfort giving way to genuine pain.

All of her attention was focused on one part of her now...one small section cunt-lip, drawn taut by the slow spread of the speculum...a small blotch of red there, where the edge of the metal pressed against the pink flesh... Lois held her breath, wondering if the speculum was going to stop, or if she was going to tear.