By Louetta

Robin and the speculum.



One of the most intriguing aspects for all of us early on was
undergoing various forms of pussy torture. For reasons of safety
and modesty, if indeed any of us had any modesty left, the boys
were excluded from pussy sessions. For all we knew they'd try to
shove a hot poker up there. That concern plus the idea that pussy
really was reserved for use by boyfriends, except for an
occasional finger fuck. After all, we had to have something left
to surrender to a boyfriend.

There were all sorts of possibilities for pussy abuse. Now one of
the most undignified medical procedures a girl must undergo as
she approaches her sexual maturation is an examination by a gyn,
that is a pussy doctor, using a speculum, which might well be
better described as a pussy spreader. The speculum is composed of
what look like two shoe horns or duck bills which are attached to
each other convex sides out, and are equipped with a lever which
spreads the two bills and a screw which holds them separated.

The doctor closes the two bills together, inserts them through
the girl's pussy lips into her vagina and spreads them in order
to provide a bird's eye view of her cervix and other incidental
female personal structures. He then turns the screw to hold the
bills open so his hands are free to perform an assortment of
acutely embarassing examinations. To perform the test the girl
must of course be naked from the waist down and must lie on a
table on her back. She inserts her ankles into stirrups which
hold her feet and knees up and her legs spread wide. The doctor
then seats himself in between her legs, nose to nose as it were
with her pussy, and proceeds to insert the speculum. There is
always a nurse in attendance to make sure that's all the doctor
inserts.

The test is not painful but having that thing stuck up there is
uncomfortable. The position the girl must assume is extremely
undignified and exposing her most intimate parts to this person
whom she may never have seen before is intensely embarassing, for
most girls anyway. Good form requires a girl to get the test when
she begins menstruating or at least when she becomes sexually
active, which ever comes first. RaeAnn and Jenni and Tai and
Claudia and I had all had the test. My sister Robin, being
younger, had not. We thought it was about time she did.

First, of course, we needed a speculum. Fortunately, one can buy
one on Amazon. They come in metal and plastic, wide billed and
long and lean billed, small, medium and large. I'm not quite sure
what would require that a girl needed a large one though a career
in prostitution might be a good start. I sent away for a nice
metal one, long and thin billed, small. I wanted metal because
part of the pussy torture we had in mind was to have the speculum
be very cold, which is agony for the girl, which is what we had
in mind. I wanted a long and thin one because the documentation
actually says these are preferable for virgins, which I hoped and
expected my little sister still was. At least a technical virgin,
which we all were at that time except for Claudia but we never
mentioned that. At least not to her face.

Next we had to decide who would actually perform our little
procedure. Rae was an overwhelming favorite because her father is
a doctor. He's a dermatologist, not a gyn, but that seemed like a
quibble. At least he went to med school. For an exam table we
would use a lounge chair on the porch outside the bedroom Robin
and I shared. We would place two regular chairs next to the
lounge chair with the arm rests along side and tie her lower legs
to the arm rests to serve as stirrups. The table would be a
little low but with Rae kneeling down to do the job the other
three of us could stand behind Rae and get a great view of
Robin's presumably hot, albeit unused little snatch.

So one nice summer evening I placed the speculum in the freezer
and next morning when all non-essential personnel had left the
house Rae, Claudia, Tai and Jennie assembled in our house. I took
the speculum out of the freezer and placed it in a bucket of ice
water. The other girls arranged the lounge chair and the two
regular chairs together and duct-taped the chairs to the sides of
the lounge chair near the place where your feet would normally
be. The arm rests were parallel to the lounge chair to serve as
resting places for Robin's lower legs. I supplied a goodly amount
of rope from my closet. We expected Robin to put up quite a
struggle and we wanted to be sure she could barely move during
the exam so she would not hurt herself. Or us.

Having supplied the rope I moved into the background. Contrary to
what one might think I did not want to do anything to my little
sister that might hurt her. The other girls were much less likely
to supply Robin with any undeserved mercy. Robin was lying in the
yard in the sun conveniently wearing only one of her trademark
non-existent bikinis. All four of the other girls descended the
stairs, rope in hand, to secure the victim. I mean the patient.
In a minutes time the air was filled with my little sister's
protestations and in another two minutes she ascended the stairs,
much against her will, to our room, her wrists firmly bound
behind her back.

Once out on the porch the first order of business was to strip
her bare-ass naked. In a doctor's office the patient wore a gown
to protect what was left of her modesty after her feet were
placed in the stirrups and her privates exposed but we did not
see the need for such foolishness. After all in her little bikini
Robin was almost naked anyway. Claudia and Rae held her firmly by
either arm in front of the putative exam table. Tai held Robin's
feet so she couldn't kick Jennie while Jennie did the honors of
stripping Robin.

Contrary to what you might think, stripping someone who doesn't
want to be stripped is not as easy as it looks. When the boys do
it it's easier because they are so much stronger and, frankly,
because being stripped naked by boys is an intriguing experience
as long as the girl knows she is in no real danger. But even
though Robin was smaller and there were four girls against her
and she was almost naked anyway she put up an admirable fight.
Finally they had to tie her ankles together and she got a little
tired from her struggles. Jennie untied the strings of her top
behind her neck and let the top fall to expose her bare chest in
all it's innocence. Her bosom was as white as snow except for her
pink nipples. Then Jennie untied the top behind her back and
Robin was naked except for her little bottoms. Next Jennie undid
Robin's bottoms on either side and pulled them in between her
virgin thighs and Robin was as naked as the day she was born.

Given the fact that we shared a bedroom and a bath and Robin's
proclivity to prance around in the nude I of course saw her naked
every day. It was fun to watch her grow little by little and to
see her girlhood giving way to the opening flower of young
womanhood. To see the charms of her youth blossom like a rose
opening in the spring. The tiny buds of her breasts bore the
promise of the ripe young breasts she was soon to develop. The
thin pink lips of her pussy thickened slightly and softened daily
and hinted more and more at the pleasure the tender tunnel just
beyond them would offer her and the boys she took inside her. Her
soft white ass widened slightly and promised more luscious
girlish globes than the small hard bum of her sister. Her still
thin thighs did widen slightly at the top now and gave promise of
a graceful passageway to the wonders hidden between them.

Once her bottoms were removed she struggled less. Well I knew the
feeling a girl feels when her cunt is bared to her captors.
Complete nudity conjures up hidden fears about the evil uses her
tender young body can be put to. Except for Robin we all accepted
the fact that we had to play in the nude, especially with the
boys. The idea that a pretty young female would be bound helpless
to be tortured and would not be stripped completely naked was
absurd on it's face. And frightening as the prospect might
sometimes be, the reality was an experience not to be missed for
any healthy, sexy female.

Though she struggled less she still screamed and cried enough
that it became necessary to gag her. Of course she would be
gagged with her own panties. Whenever we were gagged with our own
underpants we could feel on our lips the wetness on the soft
fabric from the juices of our own sex and smell the musky odor of
our own desire. Robin's were wet with the sweat from her crotch
from lieing in the hot sun and from the slight gleam we could all
observe on her pink pussy lips. No one but her knew whether she
was horny enough to leave a scent.

The four of them dragged her to the lounge chair and laid her on
her back with her wrists still bound tightly behind her back.
With her ankles still bound and her bikini bottoms still caught
on her ankle ropes they tied her upper body tightly to the lounge
chair. Then with one girl holding tight to each leg they untied
her ankles, threw her bikini bottoms to the side and tied her
lower legs one at a time with each calf running along the arm of
one of the chairs duct-taped to the lounge chair. They took a few
minutes to adjust her ropes so her bare bottom was level with the
end of the lounge chair to give maximum access to her tender
little cunt.

Like we always do they left her there for a time to think about
it though we had not yet told her what it actually was. But she
must have known and feared by the way she was tied that her pink
little pussy was the object of our intentions. I knew how she
felt. Girlhood days are happy days. The blush of young womanhood
on her cheeks. Her body tuned to catch every pleasurable feeling
and emotion. Her heart beating with eagerness to explore what
lies ahead and knowing what lies ahead involves sharing her
charms with the outside world. And her ultimate charm was that
little honey pot between her legs till now the province of her
own gentle fingers, or a pillow or a teddy bear placed between
her eager thighs, or the stream of water from the faucet in the
bath or an eager boy of her choosing. And now she lay helpless,
her ultimate prize exposed between soft white thighs bound wide
open.

The game went on. Rae knelt in front of Robin's tender young
cunt, the bucket which held the speculum beside her. She brought
it out and laid it, cold as ice, on Robin's bare tummy. Robin
screamed through her gag, whether from the ice cold instrument on
her bare skin or from the realization of what was to be done to
her.

She struggled and she cried and at length we realized we couldn't
do to her what was to be done to her because we wouldn't want it
done to us. The girls removed Robin's gag, untied her legs and
then her body ropes and bound her ankles together. They sat her
up and with her still naked, her wrists still bound behind her,
her ankles bound, consoled her. In a little while she was fine.

But they left her naked and left her hands and feet bound for
several hours. Her snow white, delicate, hairless little body
lieing naked on the lounge chair. Russet curled, winsome,
slender, fragile, silky, tousled. Daisy fresh, innocent,
fetching, sleek. We had all made the transition from girl and we
knew she needed to too. Seeing her there in nothing but her
earrings, offering her everything, innocent, not a trace of
modesty.

She needed to change from where she was now to the charm and
beauty of young womanhood. From brown bobbed hair, soft pink
lips, open mouth, thin bare shoulders, flat chest, pouty nipples,
cute little belly button, indrawn abdomen, unflared hips, thin
thighs, moist pink pussy lips, hairless little cunt. To the
promise of young womanhood.  To see her body take on a new form
and grace and symmetry. To experience new thoughts and emotions.
To take on a new view of life and her place in it and the uses
her body was designed for.

And two years later she was ready for it, bound naked to a post
by her brothers and their friends. Auburn ringlets, long lashes,
moist mouth, parted lips, silky supple bare back, perfumed
armpits, pale bare breasts, tight white tummy, soft round bottom,
schoolgirl thighs, knees parted to reveal the plump little
hillock, the mossy garden that barely hid the glimmering traces
left from cumming. Her youth would slip away but no one should
take it from her before she was ready. And today she and her
pussy weren't.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com




  


  
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