A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 8

[lordodie]

Here's the next chapter. Thanks again to Balckrockboss for taking the time to edit this properly.

Hopefully you guys are in for a treat. I'm told this is my best chapter yet. Enjoy!




[size="3"][b]A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette: Chapter 8[/size]
By: Lord Odie[/b]

[i]Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying this at home, please send all pictures and feedback about the experience to myself at: lordodietheauthor@gmail.com. If I can’t stop you I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.[/i]


[b]Inspirations For New Characters in this Chapter:[/b]

[url="http://24.media.tumblr.com/dbeab905d4a0bc5446b7b122ae0a79d2/tumblr_mpuip8kUn81satgsio1_500.jpg"]Georgiana[/url]

[url="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a3116b57e8e99c2f4f692644d3e24ca6/tumblr_mqh2996uij1rkbag5o1_500.jpg"]Sandy[/url]

[url="http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me18asXTeL1rx9i2xo1_1280.jpg"]Melissa[/url]

[url="http://cdn1.images.videobash.com/photos/000/100/159/100159.jpg"]Lana[/url]


[b]The Dermott Clinic, Part I[/b]

"G'mornin'! I'm Georgiana, and welcome to the Dermott Women's Clinic. Do y'all have an appointment?" asked the bubbly brunette receptionist with the deep southern drawl at the front desk of the clinic.

"Good morning, and yes we do. Wilder: Laura, Cora and Emily," replied Laura. "We have 9:00 AM appointments for full physicals."

The perky twenty-something receptionist chewed her lower lip in deep concentration as she navigated the software running on her monitor for a few seconds; deeper concentration than the simple task should have demanded. Obviously, clicking on a few buttons and greeting patients was stretching her simple mental capacity to its limits. Laura was certain that the young woman was in her present position more as eye candy than a productive member of the clinic's nursing staff. Her first impression of the young receptionist was only strengthened as she gazed down across the desk into the deep cleavage of the massive breasts that threatened to pop out of her tight, low-cut nurse's uniform. Laura was certain that if the woman moved too quickly, they just might. Despite her annoyance at having to deal with perceptibly stupid people, the affect of the bubbly young woman wasn't lost on her. Quick mental images of what she'd like to do to the buxom brunette if she had the chance flashed through her mind.

"Ah yes! Here ya are. If I could just get y'alls thumb prints on the scanner, I'll check y'all into the computer here, and ya can have a seat," the empty-headed receptionist said cheerfully; her bulging breasts bouncing around deliciously as she motioned towards the scan pad located in front of her on the desk. The motion itself was way more jerky than it had any right to be; with mouth watering results.

Laura tore her gaze from the woman's dancing mammaries to look Georgiana in the eyes once again. "Ah... Yes... Girls, she needs your thumb prints," she said in slight embarrassment as she scanned herself in first.

Georgina only smiled more brightly. It was as if the phrase, 'My face is up here, pervert' had never once in her life occurred to her to say.

It probably hadn't.

"Thank y'all kindly," Georgina said as she turned every precious IQ point at her disposal to the monitor in front of her and tapped the keyboard a few times. Once again, Laura took the opportunity to gaze longingly down the woman's cleavage.

Hey, Laura thought to herself, if you got it, flaunt it, I guess.

"Alrighty," she announced proudly after a few seconds. "It found all y'alls records and yur checked in. If y'all could have a seat, a nurse will call ya back in a few minutes."

"Thank you," Laura responded and turned towards the room's rows of comfortable chairs; thankful that she didn't have to listen to that bimbo's annoying accent anymore. Perhaps a nice big ball gag would do her wonders for her conversational skills...

Come now Laura! Get your mind out of the gutter! she admonished herself firmly. You don't have to get your panties wet over every big-boobed bimbo you run across; if you actually wore panties that is.

"Just your type, right mom?" inquired Emily with a smile on her face as the three Wilders found a trio of adjacent seats in the half full waiting room.

"I think she's every woman's type," Laura replied quietly. "Just as long as she doesn't say too much that is."

"She's certainly my type," Cora agreed as she glanced over her shoulder to watch Georgiana greet the next pair of women that were coming into the clinic with equal enthusiasm and air-headed devotion. "She can say whatever she wants!"

"You can do better, honey," Laura told her daughter. "I'm sure she's dynamite in the sack, but what would you two talk about when you're not having sex?"

"With a body like that, I don't think there would be much time we wouldn't be having sex; so I don't see the problem," Cora countered skillfully.

"She has a point, mom," Emily agreed as her gaze followed her sister's to watch the receptionist's tits bounce around as she went about her entry-level job.

Ah... To be young and dumb again, Laura thought. She didn't say anything further, in order to allow her two youngest daughters to peel the receptionist's tight clothes off with their eyes and mind-fuck the sexy brunette senseless.

As Laura was observing the lust-filled expressions on the faces of her two teenagers, her phone beeped softly. The notification was immediately followed by a slightly painful stretching sensation as the Dilation Master XXL that Amanda had buckled into her mother's spacious bottom that morning sensed that Laura was no longer in motion. The ingenious device was one of a new line of 'smart' plugs being marketed by Anal by Design at the Women's Health and Wellness Expo. The model Laura wore today was one of the toys that her eldest daughter had brought home last night in her little bag of goodies.

The Dilation Master XXL was designed to remain at a pre-programmed diameter to match that of a woman's normal daily plug; it would stay at this size as the wearer went about her day. This was the plug's Retention mode. However, as soon as she stopped moving - like, say: sitting at her desk, attending a management meeting, or waiting in a clinic's waiting room - the smart plug would sense the lack of movement and automatically start expanding itself into its Expanded mode. Of course, there were many safety features built into the device: It wouldn't expand while the wearer was driving; that could be dangerous. There were also built-in pressure sensors to ensure that, when enlarging occurred, the plug would not grow to dimensions that could physically damage the wearer. The plug's control app on Laura's phone also had an override button that would force the plug to contract to its normal Retention size. Optionally, this last feature could be disabled provided that at least one phone the plug was registered to keep this safety feature enabled.

The plug's Expanded size could either be pre-programmed at the same time the Retention size was, or an optional Maximized mode was available. This setting would utilize the data recorded from the plug's pressure sensors to keep up a grueling outwards pressure on the enclosing rectum without regard to how large the plug actually got. This optional setting was what Amanda had set Laura's Dilation Master to after it had been safely locked in place.

Her phone beeped yet again when the plug's expansion halted several seconds later. Laura groaned softly from the intense discomfort in her nether hole as she checked her phone.

[indent][b] Dilation Master XXL Control Dashboard[/b]
[b] Laura's Plug:[/b]
[indent] [b]Mode:[/b] [color="#FF0000"]Maximized[/color]
[b]Dilation:[/b] 5.91"
[b]Duration:[/b] 0:00:06
[color="#00FF00"] DAILY ACHIEVMENT: UNLOCKED
- You have been dilated past 5 7/8" today! Congratulations![/color][/indent]
[b] Amanda's Plug:[/b]
[indent] [b]Mode:[/b] [color="#4169E1"]Retention[/color]
[b]Dilation: [/b]5.5"
[b]Duration:[/b] 2:07:21[/indent][/indent]

Damn! Amanda thought as she did some mental arithmetic. 5.91 inches is a little over five and seven eighths inches! This thing might have me at six inches in diameter by the time I get home tonight.

Shit! I've only been at five and seven eighths inches as my maximum capacity for a day and a half now and I'm already getting wider? I guess my butt's remembering how wide it used to expand when Dave was still around.

As her Laura's phone attested to, Amanda had joined her mother earlier that day by inserting one of the Dilation Masters she'd brought home up her own bubble butt. Both of them had registered each other's plugs with their phones so that they could monitor the other's progress throughout the day. Laura had to admit that it was fun knowing how wide-open her daughter was stretched at this very moment. She assumed since Amanda's plug was in Retention mode that she was up and moving around the Expo; chances were, the busy woman wouldn't have very many opportunities to experience the plug's Expanded mode today. Honestly, a normal dilation plug would have probably worked just as well for Amanda while she worked Anal by Design's booth at the Women's Expo. Although, the novelty of having an expensive digital toy up both their butts was fun!

Laura closed her eyes and breathed deeper to accustom herself to the interesting sensation of being stretched past her previous maximum; it was a sensation she imagined she'd be feeling a lot over the coming weeks. When she opened them again, she felt she had the pain in her butt under mental control.

The Wilder matriarch began to look around to give herself a chance to take stock of the familiar waiting room. Not much had changed since the last time she'd been here for a checkup a year and a half or so ago. Some of the posters, handouts and advertisements had changed, but the art on the walls and the overall décor hadn't.

She picked up one of the folding handouts on the end table next to her. This one had an image of two identical looking young women in their late twenties holding hands on the front cover. The title read 'Do You Need a Corset?'. Laura looked again at the two women, who were identically dressed in light sundresses. Sure enough, the outline of a large anal violator lodged in her backside was clearly visible on the abdomen of the one on the right. Laura opened the pamphlet to glance at the pictures and read some of the text; mostly to pass the time until her name was called.

On the left panel, both women were turned around and holding the other's sun dress up so that the bases of the pair's impaling daily plugs were clearly visible. The pamphlet went on to describe that the twin sisters had worn a matching pair of five inch wide, eighteen inch long plugs to go out shopping for shoes that morning. One had worn a corset and the other hadn't. In pictures and text, the handout went on to describe the benefits of harsh corseting in concealing the larger plugs that were the fashion these days. The right panel even had a step-by-step walkthrough on how to properly insert a five inch plug into a corseted woman. Laura's eye's lingered on the picture of the corseted sister's fleshy pink and wide open asshole just before her smiling sister filled it with the black latex plug. There was a local lingerie company's name at the bottom of the pamphlet along with a web address and a phone number.

Well, duh! Laura thought to herself as she put the bi-fold back on the table. Tell me something I don't know!

Picking up the next one, she scanned its front. The image was an old-school, green line-only technical-like schematic of what appeared to be a woman's intestinal tract filled with a large fuzzy mass that she assumed to be a plug. This one was titled, 'Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc.' Flipping it open, Laura scanned the informational document about using advanced mathematical modeling and proprietary algorithms to determine the maximum size of dildo that could be physically inserted.

Interesting, she thought. Although I'm sure Dave has already had me open to the largest size my body can physically take. I don't need some geeky engineer telling me that I've already reached my maximum; I can feel it quite well enough when I get there, thank you very much!

"Ever thought about having yourself checked out for that?" said a voice to the side. Laura looked up from her reading to note an attractive blonde woman sitting on the other side of the end table from her. She looked to be about the same age as Laura, but not quite as stacked in the curves department; although she made up for it by obviously being a workout junkie.

"Pardon?" Laura answered at the unexpected small talk.

"The Certified Capacity," said the other woman, holding up the same pamphlet Laura was flipping through. "My husband and I have been seeing advertisements for it lately and I was asking if you'd ever considered it. I'm Sandy, by the way. Please to meet you," she continued holding out her hand.

"Laura," she answered, shaking the offered hand, "and no, I haven't," she said, putting the handout back on the end table.

"I'm certain I am too, but Mark - my husband - wanted me to come in and have the screening done anyway. I think he just wants the validation that he's doing a good job with my wellbeing, to be honest," Sandy said, continuing the [mostly] one-sided conversation.

Laura was slightly taken aback by the other woman's forwardness to a complete stranger. Discussions of such personal information were best left to the family, close friends, and the medical community.

She was about to politely attempt to back herself out of the idle chitchat when a pleasant soprano announcement came: "Wilder? Laura Wilder?"

Saved by the proverbial bell, Laura thought. She looked up and saw a pretty brunette nurse with a medical tablet standing in the half open door leading to the clinic's back area. Laura raised her hand to gain attention, made eye contact to let the nurse know she had heard her name called, gathered up her purse, and bid her two youngest daughters - who were still trying their best not to be too obvious while gawking at the bubbly receptionist - a quick goodbye. Smiling apologetically at Sandy, she got up and made her way towards the waiting nurse.

As she did so, her Dilation Master XXL sensed that she was in motion again and obediently shrank back to its Retention mode; a healthy five and three quarter inches wide. Laura heard the notification sound from her phone in her purse as it did so.

"Good luck in there," she heard Sandy comment as she walked away.

"You too," she answered; glad to be away from her.

As she approached the thirty-something nurse, she allowed her eyes to assess the attractive woman. She wore the same white, skin-tight, ultra-low cut uniform that Georgiana wore, although she didn't fill out the bust area quite as spectacularly. Not to say she was flat chested. Hardly! Laura's expert eyes estimated that her impressive bosom was very close to her own; somewhere in the 34FF or 36EE range. While Laura considered herself blessed in the tits department, some women - like the astonishingly dumb yet equally over-endowed Georgiana - hand her beat hands down.

Just below her assigned nurse's womanly gifts, the uniform had a built-in, white, patent-leather corset that compressed and shaped her waist perfectly, while at the same time uplifted and pressed her breasts together to produce a glorious amount of cleavage. The corset, combined with the garment's low cut front, shaped the nurse's breasts into mouthwatering, fleshy orbs high on her chest and allowed just the hint of bottom boob to display as the cleavage separated just before the blouse finally came together. Laura had to resist the urge to bury her face in the pretty woman's chest and motorboat to her heart's content.

Moving down from there, her wide, shapely hips filled out and complimented her voluptuous figure beautifully. Just below them, the uniform's tight skirt finally ended a few inches above her knees to reveal white stocking encased legs which ended in five or six inch white, patent-leather high heeled shoes that matched the corset perfectly.

The end result was that Laura couldn't decide if the woman looked more like an incredibly sexy, yet professional, nurse or a leather-clad seraphim come down from on high. In actuality, it didn't really matter; the woman was a knockout! Though, while Laura didn't recognize this particular nurse, she was glad that the uniforms hadn't changed since her last visit; she'd always been fond of them. She actually had her own nursing uniform somewhere back in her closet at home; she'd bought it for Dave as an anniversary present a decade or so ago as he'd liked the uniforms just as much as she did.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wilder," the angelic beauty said extending her free hand to Laura, "I'm Nurse Melissa and I'll be your assigned nurse for this morning's procedure." The wide smile and bright gray eyes that went along with the greeting sold Laura on her mental image of this Melissa as a heavenly being.

"Hello, Nurse Melissa," Laura replied taking the woman's soft hand in her own and shaking it firmly. "And please, call me Laura."

"It would be a pleasure, Laura. First names are so much better than all that normal formality, don't you think?"

"I couldn't agree more, Melissa!"

"Now if you'll follow me to the examination room," she said as she stepped back to open the door completely for Laura to enter. Laura smiled back and stepped through the portal to follow the enchanting, leather-clad nurse and almost ran into a young, blond nurse on her way out.

"Hey!" the blonde in a matching uniform said in surprise.

Although the uniform was where the similarities ended between the two nurses. While Melissa was tall and curvaceous, this new nurse was on the short side and obviously very muscular. Laura's nurse had breasts almost the size of her own, while Blondie had much smaller, but still respectable, D cups; by Laura's expert estimation. Most importantly, Melissa had a beautiful, warm, friendly face, the other nurse's was attractive - undoubtedly - yet cold and detached.

"My fault entirely," Laura replied. "I just couldn't take my eyes off of your delightful coworker, Melissa, over there," she said with a quick wink towards the giggling brunette. Laura couldn't help herself but join her nurse in a soft chuckle.

"You mean Nurse Melissa, ma'am," the blond said sternly, sucking all levity out of the situation. "Apology accepted. Please be mindful to watch where you're going; there's a lot of sensitive equipment around here!" she added and turned back towards the door to continue her mission.

Subdued slightly in their schoolgirl-esque giggling, Laura and Melissa turned to head towards the waiting examination room. As they began walking down the hall, Laura quietly inquired, "What's up her butt?"

"Whatever it is, it's nowhere big enough, I can assure you," Melissa said equally as quietly, but still smiling. "Don't worry. That's just 'Nurse' Lana; she treats everyone that way. All business, that one!"

"Ah... So you're saying she just needs a proper fucking then?" Laura asked with a mischievous smile.

"Don't we all?" Melissa questioned back with her own roguish grin, and then started giggling again.

Laura found her nurse's laughter quite endearing. "Yes. Yes, I believe we all do," she answered, giggling herself.

"Cora and Emily Wilder?" came an announcement from behind her. Laura turned her head to get a better, quick glance at this 'Nurse' Lana - who would evidently be performing the physicals on her daughters - and did a double take at what she saw. Stopping abruptly in her tracks, she snapped her head back around to Melissa - who had continued to walk a few paces before noticing that Laura had quit walking next to her- to look at the brunette nurse from this new angle.

While, from the front, the nurses' uniforms looked identical to the ones they'd been wearing for years here at the Dermott Clinic, the backs had a slight, but significant, modification. The tight skirt now had a circular cutout that went from mid-buttock to mid thigh to reveal the white garters extending from the base of their corsets to the tops of their lacey, white stockings; and the bases of the sizable, black latex plugs buckled securely in place deep within their rectums by their white leather plug-straps and tiny, stainless steel padlocks.

The ebony colored plugs were the only non-white element of their entire ensemble; which made the contrast all that much more profound.

"Oh my! That's new!" was all Laura could get out past her astonishment at the nurses' scandalous outfits.

"Oh. The cutouts?" Melissa said looking over her shoulder at the swell of her full bottom. "Yeah, they're relatively new here. The Dermott's decided to update our dress code about a year ago to keep pace with the newest trends in the medical community," she said matter-of-factly. "The idea is that we're all adults and medical professionals here, so we should be the last people to be ashamed of our anal training. Kind of a 'Lead by Example' mentality.

"Actually, these modifications are based on a popular Italian design that's getting pretty common over in Europe. That being said, it took quite a while to get used to being on full display like this," she added with slight embarrassment. "This dress may be borderline passé in Rome or Paris or Milan, but it could get a girl arrested for indecency here in the States. Needless to say, we don't wear these out in public!" she added emphatically.

"My goodness," Laura finally said as she rediscovered her ability to walk once again - her momentary concern about the sternness of the nurse assigned to her daughters forgotten by the shock of the new nursing uniforms - and started following Melissa down the hall; eye's welded to the nurse's well shaped bottom and the base of the obviously large plug locked inside it as they walked. "Am I getting that old and out-dated?" she asked the younger woman.

"No. Of course not!" Melissa said as she glanced backwards to run her own eyes up and down Laura's body appraisingly. Her patient filled out every curve of her deep blue business skirt suit like it was a comfortable second skin. The slightly older woman moved with a cat-like grace that made walking around on six inch spiked heels look almost trivial; and the way the redheaded cougar's hips swayed as she walked... Melissa licked her lips in complete approval.

"You look splendid! It's just that culture changes slowly; especially here in America. You have to remember: we're all basically descendants of immigrant pilgrims who were so uptight and religiously conservative that the British - of all people - kicked them out," she said with a smile. "Give us a generation or two and we'll catch up to those hoity-toity Europeans.

"Of course, God only knows what they'll be up to in another thirty or forty years!" she added as both women again giggled softly.

"No kidding! A conservative little black dress in Paris will probably consist of nothing but an enormous butt plug, nipple clamps and a few feet of dental floss!" Laura said as she laughed.

"Now that would be interesting to wear!" Melissa said as she mentally pictured the beautiful woman before her in the described outfit. The thought made her bald, and not very well hidden, pussy moisten noticeably.

"Ah, here we are: Room 34B," the pretty brunette nurse said as she directed Laura into the examination room. "If you'd please disrobe, we can get started with a few cleansing enemas," Melissa said as she ushered Laura into the room and closed the soundproof glass door.

"Would you like me to help you undress?" she asked hopefully.

"That would be lovely, Melissa," Laura answered wholeheartedly as her fingers began working the buttons to her form-fitting business suit's jacket.

Melissa's smile broadened and she crossed the room to the undressing older woman and kneeled down to unzip the tight, deep blue skirt that matched the suit's jacket. Despite her familiarity with the position, she couldn't help but grunt softly as the massive plug locked into her nether hole repositioned itself inside her body and smashed into the base of her lungs.

"Problems, Melissa?" Laura asked - knowing full well what had elicited the quiet grunt - as her jacket came off and she began working on her white silk blouse.

"No, ma'am," Melissa replied unzipping Laura's skirt. With a quickness that she hoped didn't give away her desire to get the other woman naked, the skirt came down and she had her first glance at the base of the anal violator buried deep within her charge's well-toned bottom. As the latex base came into full view while she slid the skirt down Laura's muscular legs, she puckered her lips as its true size registered. This woman's anal wellbeing was well taken care of.

Melissa wondered who her patient's current keeper was; Laura's medical records indicated that she was a widow. Yup, I'll be needing our extra-large equipment this morning, Melissa commented to herself with cool, professional consideration. Good! I was hoping that would be the case! She was about to unbuckle the massive latex plug from its hiding place before she noticed the small padlock on Laura's dildo strap's buckle.

"Um... Laura, I hope you have the key for this." Not that it really mattered all that much; there were lock cutters in the drawer for just such occasions. Forgetting the key to a locked dildo strap was a daily occurrence here. It was an honest and innocent mistake a lot of women made.

"Oh! Of course. It's in my purse. If you could be kind enough to fetch it for me?" Laura asked politely as she finished unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulder to reveal the strong, red velvet, boned corset underneath. The expensively constructed lingerie incorporated full cups to support and display her beautiful 34FF rack to maximum effect.

It would actually have been easier for Laura herself to retrieve the key, but she loved hearing the pretty brunette grunting in discomfort as her plug shifted around.

"Of course!" Melissa replied happily as she stood up to fetch her patient's purse; managing to come within inches of the swell of Laura's, mostly hidden, tit meat in the process. As she did so, the wide rectal dilator fastened deep within her bowels went about rearranging her internal organs as it repositioned itself. Laura was not disappointed at the soft sound of pleasure mixed with pain that escaped Melissa's lips; exactly at breast level!

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"Nurse Lana, what's your button all about?" Cora asked as she watched the physically powerful blonde nurse strap her sister down to a gynecological chair identical to her own.

"Oh this thing? It's for some ridiculous promotion we have to wear for one of our suppliers," she responded.

The button read:

[font="Comic Sans MS"][indent]Hi, I'm Nurse [ [color="#00BFFF"]Lana [/color]]
Ask me about my Certified Capacity.
I'm [ [color="#00BFFF"]69%[/color] ] there!
[size="1"]Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc.[/size][/indent][/font]

"It says we're supposed to ask you about your 'Certified Capacity'. So may we ask, Nurse Lana?" Emily inquired, following her sister's lead.

"No. No, you may not," Lana snapped.

She was actually pretty embarrassed about her paltry sixty nine percent achievement and didn't like to talk about it; it was the lowest of any nurse working at the clinic. In actuality, she wouldn't even be that far along if it weren't for the numerous anal workshops the Dermotts insisted their nursing staff attended after hours. Lana wasn't particularly interested in her own anal training; she merely endured as little of it as she could in order to keep her position here at the Dermott Clinic secure. Lana didn't come from what polite society considered a 'proper' upbringing. Her mother had always been too busy whoring it up to teach her daughters much of anything; and she didn't even know who her father was. The fact that a woman who didn't like anal penetration at all worked for a clinic specializing in the anal wellbeing of women throughout the community was one of Lana's life's great ironies.

"Lana..." began Emily again, but was interrupted by a sharp slap to the underside of her naked right breast.

"Ouch!"

"Please, Emily," the blonde said disapprovingly, "I've asked you before: Call me 'Nurse' Lana. Professionalism has to be maintained here!" she added, glaring down at the buck naked, and tightly bound, eighteen year-old.

Emily stared up at the blonde nurse in surprise. Their mother never mentioned anything about spanking being involved during a checkup; butt, breast, or any other kind.

"'Nurse' Lana, do all the patients get restrained like this," questioned Emily carefully as the heavy-handed nurse finished tightly securing the thick band of leather across the top of her chest; securing her to the adjustable gynecological chair. Having only recently become of age, and having never received a proper checkup, Emily was naturally curious about the procedures employed by the clinic.

"Of course, Emily," Lana replied reassuringly as she collected the eighteen year-old's wrists to buckle them into the waiting cuffs just above and behind the bound girl's head. Emily had to bend her elbows about ninety degrees and stretch slightly for Lana to securely bind her arms out of the way.

"We don't treat anyone of our patients any more special than the next one," the cool and collected young nurse continued as she went about checking and retightening this strap and that.

"How long do we stay in these chairs, 'Nurse' Lana?" Cora asked curiously from her identically bound position in her own chair on the other side of the dual patient examination room. Both chairs where at a forty five degree offset from the other; pointing directly at the soundproof glass door - which also meant directly out into the well-etravelled hallway.

"How long? Well, you'll be secured to your MGCs for the remainder of your physicals; which should take about an hour or two; depending on how much work we need to do with you," Lana said helpfully as she stood back, wiped the thin layer of sweat from her brow, and admired her handiwork.

The perspiration annoyed her. Lana knew why the clinic's ambient air temperature was kept fairly warm: For the comfort of their naked and restrained clientele. Not that she approved in the slightest! Tightly bound women were in no position to complain about anything; anything at all. Cooler air would have made for much stiffer nipples on her patients; which in turn would have made for much more effective tit slaps when they inevitably misbehaved. No, Lana did not understand the Dermott Clinic’s owners' - Doctors Nick and Veronica - insistence on the comfort of their patients. Surely, the comfort of their dedicated staff was of far greater importance!

Resuming her inspection: Each naked girl was secured to one of the clinic's standard MGC units: Multi-purpose Gynecological Chair. In addition to their secured arms and upper chest straps, lower straps were firmly buckled below the girls' breasts, leaving the abdominal region free of anything that would only get in the way of the myriad procedures available here at the Dermott Women's Clinic. Cora and Emily's legs were bent ninety degrees at the knee and securely bound to the chair's adjustable legs; these were already positioned so that the girls' legs were pulled up and apart and their knees were almost six inches on either side of their toned stomachs.

The chairs were currently inclined at a comfortable forty-five degrees. This was the best angle to initially secure a female to them; as well as conduct the cleansing enemas that were always the first step in any procedure conducted by the clinic. The seat portions of the device were actually mounted on a pivot with a nearly one hundred and eighty degree range of motion. The patient could be positioned anywhere from head up ass down, to ass up head down, depending on the requirements of the procedure that needed to be applied.

The positioning of the MGC spread all of a woman's lower holes open for examination while the restraints permitted rigorous procedures to be performed without the [unnecessary] help of the patient. While the extreme spreading was primarily intended to provide unrestricted access to the anal region, both Emily and Cora's pussies were also pulled wide enough open to display the pink, wet folds of their inner flesh; their arousal clearly visible in the room's bright light.

While there were many companies producing MGCs these days, the Dermott Clinic had secured a contract a few years ago with a smaller, locally owned company called Anal by Design to replace all of their aging MGCs - as well as their numerous attachments and optional equipment - with newer, top-of-the-line models. Lana was happy with the decision by the Dermotts to go with Anal by Design because she actually knew the co-owner, Amanda Wilder, from college. Humiliating, degrading and basically doing everything in her power to increase the woman's pain and suffering had been one of the highlights of her college career.

Wait! Amanda Wilder? Wilder! Cora and Emily... Wilder? thought Lana as she quickly scanned her two charges' records on her medical tablet; the significance of their last name dawning on her at last. Holy shit! What are the odds of that! she said to herself as a fresh, evil smile grew across her face. Sure enough, the family field on their medical records read: Cora and Emily Wilder. Siblings: Naomi, Mary, and... Amanda! Lana knew there was a reason she'd gotten up this morning!

"So it says here that you're the kid sisters of Amanda Wilder. Is that correct?" Lana asked finally glancing up from her tablet.

"Yeah," Cora after a second.

"Why?" asked Emily.

Lana only laughed softly. "Wow. Talk about coincidence! I went to college with Amanda years ago! We were actually really good friends, even though I was in the medical track and she was in engineering," she lied. "We even had a few classes together and partied about every other weekend."

(Translation: We never spoke outside of the one medical trial that we both participated in, and I really loved taking advantage of her. Now I need you two to trust me completely so that I can do the same to her kid sisters!)

"Really?" both girls said in unison, their curiosity peaked. "I really don't remember Amanda being that much of a party girl," Emily finished.

"Oh, she was," Lana said, weaving her lie expertly. "Those engineering-type people are pretty uptight most of the time, but get a few drinks in them and wow! They're a hoot!" And by that I mean boring, Lana reminded herself.

"Nursing students however... well... we're a naturally sociable group. It's no wonder the engineers wanted to party with us," she said as her mind relived a few of the more... interesting... moments of her college career.

"You don't need to tell your mother or sister about that though. We wouldn't want to get your big sister in trouble, now would we," she added smiling as best she could at the two young women. She could feel them warming up to her. Excellent...

"We actually had most of our fun during a class for a clinical trial for Formula 24 that the campus was running. I was her assigned nursing student. I think we both got college credit out of it; or something like that."

"She never told us about that," Cora said, obviously wanting Lana to explain what a clinical trial consists of.

"No she didn't," Emily added, working in concert with her sister to try and pry some more details on a heretofore unknown chapter of their big sister's college days out of their nurse.

"Well, it basically starts off with a machine called an Anal Agitator," Lana said as she began explaining the only truthful part of her college experience. As she did so, she reached behind herself to pull out a pair of latex gloves from the dispenser built into her butt plug.

While she began pulling the gloves on, Emily stopped her in mid sentence. "Okay, wait a second, La... 'Nurse' Lana. Where did the gloves come from?" she asked.

Lana stopped her reminiscing in annoyance. "It's not nice to interrupt people!" she said as she delivered three sharp slaps to the underside of each of Emily's perky tits. Emily yipped slightly as the first blow fell, and then rode out the remaining impacts in silence.

Despite herself, Emily was too much like her mother not to enjoy the rough treatment of her breasts; unexpected as it was.

For Lana's part, she couldn't wait until Cora started screwing up. The much larger breasts the elder sister sported were just begging for harsh punishment!

As she finished her impromptu corporal reprimand of the younger sister, she realized that these two girls were new and didn't know about some of her uniform's more interesting features. "The gloves you were asking about? Well, all the nurses' plugs have a latex glove dispenser built into them. That way we're never far from them when they're needed," she explained. To emphasize her point, she turned around and bent over to give the two young women an unobstructed view of her painfully plugged ass and her perpetually moist vaginal lips, which were fully exposed just underneath. Two fingers of the next glove protruded from the hole in the base of her sizeable plug; ready for dispensing.

"You should be proud," she went on as she stood back up and turned around - a small grunt escaping her lips as she did so. "Your sister's company designed them; along with the MGCs you're strapped to right now."

"Really?" asked the girls in unison.

"Oh yes. Her company designed a lot of the equipment you'll soon be experiencing here at the clinic," Lana continued. "You should really compliment her on her creativity and ingenuity!" she said sincerely. Lana had no problem giving praise where praise was due.

"Now hush up so I can tell my story and get your dilation disks installed for your first set of enemas."

Dilation disks were basically inch thick plates of latex with a groove along the edge and holes in the center. The groove was for a woman's sphincter to rest in and the holes were for inlet and outlet enema hoses to be attached to. As was standard practice, each of the eighteen year-olds were soon fitted with a disk equal to the size of the daily plug they had entered the clinic with: Three and a quarter inches for Emily and four and a quarter inches for Cora.

As Lana went on to describe, in vivid details, how their big sister had been anally pulverized by the Agitators every week, Cora and Emily listened with great interest. She only had to embellish Amanda's enjoyment a little to keep them spell-bound. They were so caught up in the story that the only sounds they made were the occasional moan or groan as Lana inserted the thick disks into their anuses and then worked the long inlet hoses deep into the girls' rectal tracts for their high colonic enemas.

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"Pretty cool addition to our uniform, huh?" Melissa asked as she stood up and turned around to put her latex gloves on.

While Laura had found her nurse's plug to be an interesting storage space for office supplies, she'd already discussed their design with Amanda a few years ago while they were being developed. The plugs themselves were actually hollowed out along their entire length. The inner walls of the plugs were reinforced by a harder plastic to make up for the lack of a solid core of latex. The mouths of the plugs were threaded so that any number of 'covers' could be screwed in. The base model was a simple lid to secure items inside the rectal cavity. Amanda's initial idea was to incorporate the plugs into swimwear so that women would have a secure place to store their valuables while at the beach. The design with a lockable lid came next; so that the valuables stored inside the woman's body were even more secure.

From there, Amanda had conceived many variations on this basic theme: purse, toiletry container, small suitcase, wine cooler, soda can dispenser, massage oil dispenser... by now, Anal by Design had hundreds of options available to their customers, all stemming from the same basic design. As such, a latex glove dispenser was less of a novelty to Laura than it probably should have been to someone who had never actually seen the model before.

"Yes, they are," she answered. "What won't they think of next?" Laura had been more interested in trying to judge the diameter of the plug sealed within her new friend's rectum but had been distracted by the sight of the nurse's cleanly shaven, and visibly dripping, pussy lips. Laura unconsciously licked her own lips with curiosity as she wondered how the pretty brunette tasted; probably not as good as Emily; but then again, nobody did.

Pulling up and taking a seat on a nearby stool at last, Melissa grimaced as her full weight came to rest on the plug embedded deeply in her rectum. She used her weight to pull the stool closer to her patient, situating herself between Laura's widely spread legs and holes. Laura smiled down at her pleasantly.

Pumping some pre-warmed lubricating gel onto her latex-clad hands from the MGC's dispenser, Melissa admired the widely gaping hole leading into the depths of Laura's abdomen. With the lubricant evenly distributed up to her wrists, she wasted no time in sinking both hands up Laura's backside. Laura groaned in pleasure at the intrusion into her previously empty hole. While not technically a part of the procedure, Melissa just had to put something up Laura's amazing asshole. She made sure the impromptu fisting was a quick one as she breathed deeply from the older woman's growing musk of arousal. Not that Laura would ever complain about her breach of protocol.

Trying to regain some of her professional composure, Melissa said, "I'm just lubing you up a little so I can install your dilation ring." Regretfully, she removed her hands from the stretchy chasm and began massaging the lubricant into the rectal sphincter like she was supposed to. This was accomplished by taking the ring of loose muscle between fingers and thumbs and rubbing firmly in circular motions all around its perimeter. She allowed this process to last a little longer than it was supposed to, but Laura seemed to be enjoying it; the older woman's cruelly restrained hips where moving in small circles around her working fingers.

This first stage complete, Melissa picked up the selected five and three quarter inch dilation ring and began to press it home passed Laura's recently massaged sphincter. Despite the obvious training that asshole had undergone in the past, getting any disk this size secured into a woman's bottom took skill and patience.

Looking down between her restrained and widely spread legs, past her equally spread and now clearly leaking cunt, Laura watched the brunette nurse as she secured the wide dilation disk into her well stretched sphincter. The bound redhead was enjoying the sight of her brunette nurse's large tits being pressed together and kneaded delectably by her biceps as she worked. It was then that she noticed the button pinned to the front of the nurse's lapel. It read:

[font="Comic Sans MS"][indent]Hi, I'm Nurse [ [color="#00BFFF"]Melissa [/color]]
Ask me about my Certified Capacity.
I'm [ [color="#00BFFF"]90%[/color] ] there!
[size="1"]Certified Capacity™ developed by Anal Dynamics Inc.[/size][/indent][/font]

Certified Capacity? Laura thought. That's what I was reading about in the lobby. Deciding to bite on the hook of shameless advertising, she asked: "So you're ninety percent there, huh?"

"Hmm?" the distracted woman asked initially. Then, looking down at her swelling chest and remembering her button, "Oh! Yes: ninety percent," she said proudly. Then, "Damn it!" as she accidently pushed the dilation disk all the way through Laura's sphincter and into her colon, causing the bound woman to jump at the unexpected penetration of her bottom hole. "Sorry about that, these things are tricky." It was an easy task to turn the disk sideways, extract it, and try again.

"But yes, my maximum capacity is now ninety percent of my Certified Capacity," Melissa said as she again started to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Which means what in inches?"

"Umm... Oh, sorry. I'm distracted. Six inches is my current maximum dilation; six and three quarters is my Certified diameter. Have you ever had your Certified Capacity tested?"

"Six and three quarters? Wow, honey! That's pretty big!" Laura said in amazement as she took a second look at the nurse’s figure. She couldn't quite imagine something so massive being shoved up the pretty brunette's backside without a hospital visit to follow immediate afterwards. "And no I haven't. I've read a little bit about it though."

"Well, it's fairly new. You can read all about the science behind it online, but they basically take elasticity measurements, age, family history, body type, x-rays, MRIs, and a few other data, feed it all into a program developed by the tech wienies over at Anal Dynamics, and bam! The maximum size you can be dilated to before risking serious injury.

"Got it!" proclaimed Melissa suddenly as the thick dilation disk seated itself correctly inside Laura's stretched anus. Laura jumped slightly as she was once again stretched to the size of today's daily plug. She had to admit that the sensation of having just her asshole widely expanded while the rest of her rectum was basically empty was odd; but then again it always was when the nurses at the Dermott Clinic preformed the necessary high colonic cleansing enemas.

"And you'd be surprised at the calculated diameters the Certified Capacity program come up with, Laura. Someone with your beautiful bottom and stretchy sphincter? Why, I'd honestly be shocked if it calculated anything less than seven whole inches!"

"Seven inches! Melissa, don't toy with me. That's huge!" Laura commented seriously. For all her late-husband's efforts to ensure his loving wife was properly cared for and experienced a deep fulfillment in their relationship - which translated into ever-increasing, and increasingly painful, anal penetrations - Laura hadn't really come all that close to a seven inch dilation. To hear the possibility that her anal opening could be stretched to that extreme sounded preposterous!

"Well, we're a registered Anal Dynamics partner. We can schedule you in for a screening as part of your physical, if you'd like," the brunette nurse said with a twinkle in her eye. "Personally, I'm really interested in finding out what science says we can fit up inside you," she added as she caressed the bound redhead's bottom around the perimeter of the installed dilation disk.

"I don't know," said the busty, reclining woman. "Is it really all that accurate?"

"It has a great track record so far," Melissa said encouragingly. "You've met out perky receptionist, Georgiana, right?"

"She's hard to miss," Laura replied dryly.

"Well, she's one of the youngest women in the country to have reached her Certified Capacity," Melissa stated proudly. "Of course, the rich little tart spent almost eighteen months in a Spanish anal expansion clinic on the Mediterranean to accomplish it, but it's still impressive none the less. Would you like a demonstration?"

"A demonstration? What's involved in that?" Laura inquired skeptically

"Well, since she spent so much effort expanding herself, she prefers to be kept dilated to the maximum at all times. That's one of the reasons she's just a receptionist - well, that and she's as dumb as a box of rocks - instead of a nurse. Being a nurse means being on your feet all the time. With the sizes we're talking about, that just isn't possible."

"You're telling me that the blonde bombshell manning your front desk is mounted on some kind of maximum - "Certified" - capacity dildo? Oh, this I have to see!"

"I'll arrange it!" Melissa said as she tapped a request into her tablet.

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Lana had just finished describing how much fun she had had wheeling their oldest sister around campus with a maximum capacity dilation dildo working copious amounts of F-24 into her tenderized anal cavity. She found it particularly arousing that she'd now had the pleasure of playing with three of the Wilder girls' defenseless butts. Who knows, she thought; if karma keeps up like this, I may get through the whole family! But playtime was over - it was time to get back to the serious work.

"I'm sure you've had high colonic enemas before at home, girls," Lana went on as she finished feeding the thin, thirty six inch inlet tube deep into Emily's squirming backside, "But here at the Dermott Clinic, we believe in very high colonic enemas to clean our patients out ."

Cora had already been hooked up to the plumbing before Lana had started on Emily. Now with both young women ready to go, the sadistic nurse stepped back and brought up the MGCs' controls on her medical tablet. She knew, coming from the same mother as the legendary Amanda Wilder, that the two youngest Wilders could probably take a bit higher pressure than a normal cleansing enema called for. Bringing up the MGC's enema attachment's settings screen on the tablet, she keyed in the supervisor's override code - that she wasn't supposed to have - and unlocked the higher pressure levels. Whistling a happy tune, Lana set the enema pressure for thirty percent over the allowed maximum, adjusted the temperature to its highest safe level, and pressed the Execute button. She then stood back to watch the show as the girls' abdomens began to fill with water.

"I realize this is your first time for a checkup here at the Dermott Clinic, so I've selected a medium pressure level for your cleansing enemas. I wouldn't want you two to feel too uncomfortable on your first visit; we want you to come back to us, after all," Lana said with an evil smirk.

"Thanks, 'Nurse' Lana," Cora said sincerely as she felt the rising pressure in her guts as the water continued to flow in, but not out.

"You're welcome. If you'd like, I can set it up in the system so that you come to me on each of your visits in the future. Since I have such a long history with your sister, I'll be sure to take excellent care of you two."

"That would be great," Cora said as the pressure slowly built up.

"Excellent! I just need your thumb prints on the request forms," Lana said as she moved behind the MGCs to collect her new assigned playthings' agreements; sealing their fates for their futures at the Dermott Clinic.

"Now just sit back and relax and let the enemas clean you out."

Cora and Emily were still getting used to the odd sensations of water filling their colons from depths that almost reached their small intestines, when they started to notice the unexpected heat that was creeping into their guts. They soon discovered first hand that Lana had set the temperature of the flow to almost scalding.

"Could you turn the temperature down a little bit, Lana?" Cora asked as she squirmed in futility at her bonds; trying to escape the water that was rushing into her colon. "I think you have it a little bit too hot."

Lana smiled happily as she stepped over to the black haired beauty, who was helplessly bound and defenseless, only to deliver half a dozen hard, open-handed slaps to the underside of the girl's round, young 34Ds; three to each breast. She kept the spacing of her strikes far enough apart to give herself ample time to admire the athletic beauty's boobs as they rippled and danced under the solid impacts.

Cora cried out in surprise as the blows landed.

"That's 'Nurse' Lana, my pretty little patient!" she scolded firmly. "I swear! Did your mother not teach you any respect for authority figures?" she added, shaking her head sadly as she idly played with Cora's now very stiff nipples.

"And of course the water is a little warm! Whoever heard of a cold enema doing any good for anybody?"

"I'm sorry, 'Nurse' Lana!" Cora said quickly, fearing more slaps to her tender breasts. "But please, 'Nurse' Lana, just turn the temperature down a tiny bit?"

"Nonsense, girl! I'd be remiss in my duties if I did that," the sadistic blonde said, giving Cora's nipples a good, final pinch. "Now be good little patients and let the enemas clean out those dirty asses yours. I'm beginning to wonder if either one of you has ever received a proper enema in your entire lives."

Properly mollified, the youngest Wilder sisters sat silently as their bellies filled with hot water. Lana walked round and round the pair observing the readings on her medical tablet and watching the two teenage stomachs begin to bloat noticeably.

It took less than a minute for the preset pressure to be achieved and the outlet ports begin to empty the slightly dirty water out of the bound young women. However, the inlet ports continued to pump water in at the same rate that water was being allowed to exit, so the pressure was maintained at a constant level. The heat from the scalding enemas was causing the pair to turn red and begin perspiring all over their bodies as their internal temperatures began to spike.

Cora first, followed quickly by Emily, began to moan quietly at the intense flushing. The corner of Lana's lips twitched with pleasure at the two eighteen year-olds' suffering.

Laying her tablet aside, the toned nurse stepped between the suffering girls and placed a hand on each of their sweaty tits. Her fingers found their hard nipples and began rolling them harshly between index finger and thumb. This only amplified the moans escaping the two severely bound young women as the new and painful sensations emanating from their boiling colons mixed with the familiar pain being inflicted on their nipples; pain their bodies knew how to process. Lana wasn't surprised at all to see both women's hips begin to gyrate slowly despite their blistering, high-pressure enemas.

"See? I think you're both starting to enjoy yourselves," Lana said as her hands moved to the other two neglected nipples to continue administering her agonizing areola manipulation.

"How... How long does this last?" asked Emily, and immediately braced herself as she realized, too late, that she forgot to properly address the strict nurse.

A dozen, slow, firm slaps rained down on Emily's and then Cora's exposed and defenseless tits. Lana took her time delivering each blow; ensuring her aim was perfectly placed.

"How many times do I have to remind you both?" the blonde nurse asked in exasperation as her blows fell. She took her time and reveled in the sight of the firm, teenage tits jiggling from the powerful impacts. "It's 'Nurse' Lana! From now one, if one of you forgets, both of you suffer the consequences! And it was only scheduled for fifteen minutes, but I think you've earned yourselves an extra five."

Cora looked like she was about to protest, but stopped herself short.

"Did you have something to say, young lady?" Lana asked sternly as she resumed the firm rolling of the girls' tender nubs.

"No, 'Nurse' Lana!" Cora said quickly.

"I didn't think so," the certified bitch said as she concentrated on playing with the girls' stinging tits.

God! Emily thought to herself. I think I hate going to the doctor's office!

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"Well, that was just lovely," Laura said as the last of the lukewarm water drained from her squeaky clean colon. "I've always found the high colonics given here to be a bit uncomfortable, but I really enjoyed yours!"

"Why thank you!" beamed Melissa. "I've had a lot of practice over the years; if you hadn't noticed," said the flirty nurse as she curtsied slightly and motioned with her hands at the white nurse's uniform she had virtually painted onto her curvy body.

"Oh! You're a nurse!" Laura said equally as flirtatiously. "I hadn't discerned that," she added and started to giggle.

"Well, if you'd stop staring at my rack long enough to notice my whole outfit, you might have made the connection before now!" Melissa said, joining the older woman in her musical laughter.

"But I like your tits," Laura said defensibly. "They're gorgeous and all but popping out of your dress. What's not to like?"

"Yours are pretty stunning too," Melissa responded as she gently pinched the closest nipple of the severely bound redhead.

Laura's breath sucked in quickly at the soft touch; her back arching to give the nurse better access; not that she achieved much as restrained to the MGC as she was. "If you're going to do that, baby, do it right," Laura demanded in her best 'smoldering temptress' voice.

"Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. Is this more to your liking, ma'am?" Melissa asked as she reached over and took both hard nipples in her fingers and rolled them around cruelly.

"That's better," the reclining cougar cooed as she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations coming from her favorite pain points.

Melissa swore she could visibly see her patient's already well lubricated pussy grow wetter still. She made a mental note of the apparent way that Laura liked her nipples treated; information like that could come in handy down the road.

"Ahem," coughed the sweet brunette nurse. Reluctantly, she released the large, pink nubs from her grasp and tried to interject a shred of professionalism back into the room; an attempt which failed utterly. "Let's get that disk out of you so we can move on to the next phase," she said as she crouched down and started removing hoses; grunting audibly as she did so.

"More problems?" asked Laura playfully in response to the soft sound of discomfort.

"No, it's just," Melissa started to answer, before she realized she was being toyed with. Playfully, she swatted the widely spread woman on the inner thigh; inches from the dripping cunt that was at her eye level.

Laura jumped slightly at the swat; replying, "Hey!" and smiling.

Having gotten her point across, Melissa returned her attention to extracting the five and three quarter inch dilation disk from her patient's relaxed anal ring; a process much easier than installing it in the first place. With a soft, wet sucking noise, the disk came free of the reclining woman's asshole; leaving an impressive gaping portal, some five inches across, leading deep into the recesses her wet, pink innards. Melissa could see almost a foot into her new friend's lightly tanned body before the folds of flesh obstructed her view.

Placing the used latex disk aside for later cleaning, Melissa picked up her next implement of rectal maintenance from the nearby counter: a huge, stainless steel speculum with four expanding blades. Squirting lubricant onto her free hand, she spread the viscous liquid evenly along the length of each blade before lining up the imposing looking tool with Laura's still widely gaping nether hole.

Laura's breath sucked in quickly as Melissa began pressing the cold metal of the extra large anal speculum's expansion blades into her widespread and pre-dilated ass. Emily was right - she thought, remembering her daughter's earlier comment from last night - there really is no other reason than pure, unadulterated sadism that nurses don't warm these things up before shoving them into some poor woman's backside - ice cold!

The bound woman's reaction wasn't lost on Melissa as she pushed even more unyielding steel into Laura's loose rectal chute. "Sorry about that," she said as she expertly twisted and turned the twenty inch long anal expander around the bends and past the corners of her patient's well-stretched colon. "I honestly don't know why we don't warm these things up first. I guess it's just a medieval tradition that we in the medical community feel is worth continuing." Actually, she added silently to herself, that basically sums up the situation pretty accurately.

"Well it's a tradition that I think is long overdue for extinction!" Laura said and gasped again as the pretty nurse worked the tips of the speculum blades past a particularly difficult spot deep within her guts.

Melissa could feel her stunning patient tensing slightly at the cold touch of the speculum's blades. Not wanting her charge to feel uncomfortable, she let go of the half inserted tool with her lubricated hand and brought it up to begin massaging Laura's protruding clitoris. The extra encouragement wasn't totally necessary, and she actually rarely did it; except for in the occasional instances where her patient was freaking out or something. Melissa just wanted to ensure Laura was as relaxed as possible around her. As the bound and gaping woman's tension quickly melted away - and Melissa hear a soft sigh of contentedness escape Laura's lips - she knew she'd succeeded.

In no time, all twenty inches of hard steel was buried up Laura's rectum. Melissa removed her thumb from the happy nub she'd been playing with to work the controls of the speculum. In doing so, she heard a disappointed groan come from the other's lips.

"Alright, let's see how wide I can open you up down here," Melissa said pleasantly as she gently, but firmly, worked the blades of the speculum open wider and wider.

Yes please; let's do, answered Laura silently.

As the bound woman felt her nether hole expanding outwards towards its maximum dilation, she moaned softly in sensual bliss.

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"Okay now, let's get this asshole cranked open nice and wide," the blonde nurse said impatiently, as she roughly spread the speculum's blades open faster than was necessary.

No thank you; let's not, complained Emily to herself.

A grunt of anguish escaped her lips as the speculum - that the sadistic nurse between her wide-spread legs had unceremoniously rammed up her aching ass - expanded to her maximum dilation in seconds.

"What? That's all you've got?" Lana said unhappily as the blades met stiff resistance and stopped parting at a mere three and three quarter inches wide. "Why, your sister - who is the same age as you are, I remind you-" she said motioning sideways at the other eighteen year-old - who was sniffling quietly - having just gone through a near identical, unnecessarily fast expansion, "Opened up to a much more respectable four and three quarter inches for me!

"I'm going to have to make your anal expansion a personal pet-project of mine, aren't I," she continued angrily. She was deeply disappointed at the younger Wilder's apparent lack of proper, anal training.

Lana pulled out her medical tablet, brought up Emily's physical checklist, and checked the, 'Anal Therapy Recommended' box. Absentmindedly, she flipped through a few additional forms and filled her name in as the administering therapist before putting the device away to return her attention to the substandard anal gape in front of her.

She had no doubt that Dr. Dermott would approve the treatment. While some of the women she'd recommended for Anal Therapy in the past really didn't need it - and whose recommendations Veronica had predictably denied - Emily actually could use a little help in the butt stretching department; and Lana was determined to be the one to give her all the 'help' the young woman needed.

All Cora and Emily could do was to lay there and endure for fear that further protests would only result in more open-handed breast spankings. Neither woman was a true masochist; unlike their sister, Naomi. Pain only merged with pleasure when there was a healthy dose of sexual arousal mixed in. Without the necessary level of arousal, pain was just that: pain. However, for true masochists, pain was indistinguishable from pleasure; and pleasure from pain. A liberal application of either sensation produced automatic sexual arousal as a response. Both sisters knew that if Naomi was ever introduced to this sadistic nurse, they would get along spectacularly.

Now that both of her patients were fully dilated - relatively speaking - Lana pulled the long, fiber-optic camera out of a nearby drawer. She checked the telltales, ran the device through its diagnostic self-check, and ensured it had properly established a link with her medical tablet. After making sure the device was recording high definition video for Veronica to view later, she uncoiled the device and began threading the flexible tube into Cora's semi-spacious backside.

Cursing silently to herself as she collided the device into the sides of the elder Wilder's dilated rectum a few too many times, she almost wished she had been assigned a patient in her forties or fifties; even thirties was generally pretty easy for this part of the checkup. Older women always dilated much wider and gave her considerably more room to maneuver the thin fiber-optic cable. Of course, they were nowhere near as much fun as younger women who were in their late teens or early twenties. While they couldn't dilate anywhere near as wide as their older counterparts, getting young women to expand to the largest dimensions they were physically capable of - so far in their lives at least - was so much more fun for Lana.

And even more fun when she could make a good enough case to Veronica as to why a young woman needed a full regime of Anal Therapy with one Nurse Lana as the administering therapist!

The recording session took all of about five minutes for Cora as nearly four feet of tubing was pushed all the way inside the young woman; up to the entrance into her small intestine. Throughout it all, Cora only jumped a few times as the nurse hit a tender spot, but was otherwise silent. Nodding in satisfaction after she replayed the recorded video to ensure it was of acceptable quality, Lana began snaking the tube back out.

One more to go, she thought to herself as she turned the fiber-optic camera towards the younger Wilder sister. Looking again at the pathetic three and three quarter inch wide gape - if it could even be called a proper anal gape in this day and age - provided by the locked-open steel speculum spreading the untrained sphincter as widely as it could, Lana sighed in resignation. She hated working in such tight spaces!

Well, the video recording of Emily's rectum was the only thing keeping Lana from the next phase of the girls' checkup. The pretty, yet sadistic, blonde nurse was looking forward to the next stage; it was her favorite!
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"Oh my God, stop making both of us laugh, Laura!" exclaimed the bound forty six year-old's assigned nurse as she tried to hold the fiber-optic camera steady in order to record the deepest recesses of the widely dilated rectal cavity in front of her. "You're too funny for your own good sometimes, do you know that?" she inquired, still laughing at the other woman's delightful sense of humor. "This thing takes good video, but not if we're dying from laughter! As it is, Dr. Dermott is already going to be asking me why the image is so shaky when I had so much room to work in," she said, hinting at the five and seven eights inch diameter hole she was snaking the camera up into.

"Oh? And what are you going to do?" Laura inquired still chuckling at the hilarious off-color joke her boss, Beverly, had told her the other day. "Start all over again? That would be so horrible for you to have to shove yet more things up my ass!"

"Oh, it really wouldn't be," Melissa said, conceding the point to her patient. "Although, if I had my choice, this piddly little thing would not be what I would want to shove up here," she added with a mischievous look on her pretty face.

"Nurse Melissa! Are you offering to bugger your own patient! How very unprofessional of you!" Laura said trying to sound offended, but her residual giggles prevented anything of the sort.

"And what if I am, Laura? There's no policy here against it here; as long as it's not during business hours, of course," Melissa said back; her cheeks reddening slightly as she tested the forbidden waters at last.

"Melissa, I think I'm too old for you. How old are you, anyway? Twenty eight? Twenty nine?" Laura asked.

"Why thank you; you're too kind! I'd like to offer you a similar compliment, but we both know I have your full medical records on my tablet," Melissa said, thankful for the compliment. "But to answer your question, I'm not that much younger than you are: I'm thirty nine."

"Really! Well that's totally different then." Laura said, looking at the - suddenly even more attractive - brunette nurse with some very... interesting scenarios playing out in her mind.

Maybe a little buggery could be part of the long-term treatment plan after all, she thought to herself; for both of us. A mental image of herself orgasming on the business-end of the buxom brunette nurse's strapon was a pleasant image indeed.

Not surprisingly, Melissa's own imagination had a very similar scene playing out; only with the roles reversed.

God! I love this clinic, Laura thought!


[b]To be continued in The Dermott Clinic, Part II[/b] Edited September 9, 2013 by lordodie

[oregongaper]

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[oregongaper]

I can't believe that I'm the only one to have commented on this installment to one of the greatest extreme anal stories ever posted.
I hope you stick with this story and keep writing. The story development has been fantastic and it's getting better and better as you move forward.

[negreuj]

One of the best stories I´ve read, I cant wait for the next part.

I hope the Wilder sisters will get some revenge on that bitchy Lana. With the help of Amanda, they should

have her to maximum Capacity, eventually finding out that her Certified Capacity measurments are taken wrong(or cheated),
and that she has the ability to be a tru size queen .

[oldguitar321]

Great story. Always sad when a chapter ends.

[lordodie]

Thanks for the comments, guys. I always love feedback.

Sorry for my absence, but real life has kept me pretty busy these past few weeks. I might get some words turned into electrons in the coming weeks to get this story arc closed out so we can move onto the expo; and beyond.

[plu_x]

I love all your chapters....

[lordodie]

Oh! And in case everyone has forgotten, there are link to the inspirational images for all the characters in this story in the foreword. I'll add more links as I add characters.

[oregongaper]

Thanks for the update.