Helpless examination

My wife and her two nieces stood timidly at the bottom of the steps. They had never felt so helpless and afraid. They glanced at Da Mao, who looked somewhat angry, and the man in the white coat, his face dark, gesturing for them to go up. My wife and the other two women knew that if they resisted, they would suffer the same misfortune as the fat woman. Their minds were in chaos and blank. They could only give up struggling. Some of them seemed to obediently twist and turn as they stepped on the steps, moving their legs apart with difficulty, placing their feet on the red bricks on either side, and squatting down shakily... The three women present felt as if they were displaying their dirtiest and most private organs to the whole world. A strong sense of shame overwhelmed their brains. They couldn't believe that such a thing could happen to them. They lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong, letting their hair cover their feverish faces.

The crowd admired the women with their vulvas wide open, revealing their most shameful parts: their full, slightly sagging breasts, dark red areolas, three large breasts, and a dense, inverted triangle between their legs. They were both ashamed and exuded a somewhat panicked adult charm.

The group secretly chatted and admired the three women's vaginas. The man in the white coat picked up the disposable plastic urine cup that the fat woman had thrown away. He noticed that the three women on the table were all looking down, their natural shyness causing them to cover their mouths with the small plastic urine cups. They were trying to finish quickly. He noticed that the three married women in front of him were all quite plump, with particularly lush pubic hair and prominently exposed labia. Their features were very similar. Suddenly, he had a strange idea and shouted, "Stop! We haven't disinfected yet, what's the rush?"

"Put the urine cups in front. Disinfect the external genitalia first, then the inside." The man in the white coat said, holding a large tray with a bottle of iodine and a stack of sterile gauze. He used tweezers in his gloved hand to dip the gauze in iodine and gave each of the three women a piece.

Three women were wiping their genitals with small gauze pads held between their left index fingers. The man in the white coat, enjoying the women's embarrassed expressions and awkward postures, suddenly had a wicked thought. He ordered my wife and the others to insert the already-used sterilized gauze pads into their vaginas for disinfection.

The three women, naked, displayed their beautiful adult curves; their full buttocks and thighs appeared extremely elastic. There was a tuft of black hair between their legs. As instructed, they used their hands to spread their legs apart and laboriously stuffed the small gauze pads into their plump vaginas. Their movements were somewhat awkward due to their shyness.

"Have you all stuffed them in for disinfection?" Seeing that the women had basically finished, the man in the white coat, to further humiliate them, ordered them to look down and check their genitals again. Then he and Da Mao examined each of the women's most shameful parts one by one.

My wife, who was squatting at the very back, had something stuffed into her vagina before she grabbed it. The stuff had been rubbing against her vaginal walls, causing some pain, and now the small gauze soaked in iodine was irritating her again, causing an uncomfortable sensation. So, she didn't insert it completely as the doctor in the white coat had instructed; a small piece of gauze was visible between her exposed labia.

The doctor in the white coat noticed this and pointed at my wife's crotch, his face darkening, and shouted, "I told you to put it in there for disinfection, didn't you hear me?"

My wife quickly lowered her head to examine herself, looking embarrassed. A lingering sense of shame made her stammer, "I...I..."

The hateful doctor in the white coat, seeing my wife squatting on the ground, utterly ashamed, thought she must be terrified by their aggressive attitude when they were with that fat woman. Seeing her hands trembling, he deliberately straightened up, staring at my wife, and commanded, "If you can't do it yourself, I'll do it!" "The posture must be correct for proper disinfection!" The words from the man in the white coat drew the attention of the other security guards present. He chuckled and squatted down, noticing my wife's hands seemingly covering her genitals, as if he was about to insert them. He looked up and lewdly said, "Hands on your knees, legs open, back straight... um... that's right!"

My wife's hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her brows furrowed, her slightly open eyes revealing a dazed and confused look. She knew that angering these people would be very disadvantageous for her, and with no choice, she humiliatingly followed the man in the white coat's instructions to assume the position.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, my wife trembled as she squatted down, opening her body. Her naked upper body trembled slightly, her two large, white breasts swaying, and her lower body was struggling to spread her legs wide apart, her large, brown vulva agape, her genitals stretched taut and wide open.

And so, with my wife completely isolated and helpless, amidst everyone's admiring gaze, she pressed her hands to her knees, tensely straightening her body. The man in the white coat squatted beside her. He knew that under the influence of iodine, the vaginal walls were completely contracted, and there could be no secretions inside. He then forcefully inserted his two gloved index fingers into my wife's vagina...

"Ah..." A wave of pain shot from my wife's feet to her head. Instinctively, she twisted her body, trying to avoid the man in the white coat's hand. Clearly, she was in great pain, but dared not cry out anymore. She could only plead with the man in the white coat with helpless eyes. "

It's not even inside yet... Why are you twisting?" the man in the white coat scolded my wife harshly in a low voice. Her body trembled, too frightened to move or speak again. She could only helplessly raise her head, humiliatedly allowing the man in the white coat's fingers to continue teasing and tormenting her.

After the man in the white coat groped my wife, he stood up with satisfaction and told her and the others that they could take the urine collection cups and urinate in the same position as before. However, he insisted that the urine must be more than half a cup, not too much and not too little. He also mischievously reminded them that this place was for collecting urine for testing, not a toilet, and that they could urinate anywhere.

The transparent plastic urine collection cup was actually very small, like a small teacup. Normally, during urine tests at the hospital, women would relax their bladders and urinate freely before using the collection cup to collect the urine. But according to the man in the white coat, this was not allowed.

With no other choice, my wife and two other women's perfect lower bodies were exposed to everyone. Their round, plump buttocks and full legs were spread apart as they squatted on the red bricks, completely exposed to me. Their lower abdomens resembled a black primeval jungle, stretching endlessly. Their mons pubis, vulva, perineum, and surrounding area... almost the entire groin was covered with black hair. Their two boat-shaped labia majora were reddish-brown, and their two drooping, exposed labia minora were also spread open, revealing their openings. They were posing with small cups in their hands, and the man in the white coat then gave the command with a lewd grin: "Begin..."

The woman suspected of being a drug addict hadn't urinated since she and her husband were arrested that afternoon. She'd been so terrified when the intruders broke in that she was on the verge of incontinence, and had been holding it in ever since. So, upon hearing the white-coated officer's instruction, her two brown labia parted, trembled twice, and a stream of urine gushed from between her legs, shooting into the urine collection cup before overflowing... "Smack!" The white-coated officer slapped the woman's head, his lewd gaze sweeping over her as she looked flustered, laughing as he said, "Wow...wow...stop...stop..."

Embarrassment flashed across the woman's face. With an embarrassed expression, she quickly tightened her bladder, forcefully stopping the flow of urine. Then, blushing deeply, she said, as if explaining to the doctor in the white coat, or perhaps begging for mercy, "I...I really need to pee!" "Oh! You need to pee? This isn't a toilet." The doctor in the white coat looked at where the woman had urinated, noticing the two drops of urine clinging to her. He added, "Okay, take the cup down." "Hey...hey...what are you two doing? Hurry up." After the woman carefully carried the cup containing her urine down, Da Mao, standing nearby, said to the woman and my wife.

A moment later, the woman, her face flushed, strained desperately, moaning softly, her whole body trembling. Finally, a small stream of urine dripped out and fell into the cup. She breathed a sigh of relief, then carefully carried the cup of urine down.

At this moment, my wife, having drunk little water since leaving home and being brought here, had been humiliated twice while urinating. Now, although she tried her best to relax her gluteal muscles, she simply couldn't urinate. So she raised her mournful face, looked at the face of the person in the white coat, her eyes filled with fear, and said with both fear and shame, "I...I can't urinate?"

"Oh! Can't pee? What's the reason?" The man in the white coat deliberately raised his voice and asked again, "Is your urinary tract blocked?" He wanted my wife to open her fat vulva and expose her urethra for him to see, which he watched with smug interest.

Just then, the fat woman's pleading cries came from the examination room, which terrified my wife. She was very afraid that the man in the white coat and Da Mao would take her into the inner room for a forced urination test. Although her vulva was being touched and she was trembling all over, she no longer cared about being shy and pleaded in a panic, "I...I...can't pee...can I drink some water?"

The man in the white coat seemed unmoved. Da Mao, who was next to her, mischievously called the security guard to bring a large glass bottle of Tsingtao beer. After opening the cap with a lighter, he handed it directly to my wife and ordered, "Drink it all, quickly!"

My wife trembled all over. She knew she had no choice but to obediently accept it. As he passed the beer bottle, Da Mao noticed my wife's hesitation and asked the doctor in the white coat in an extremely low voice, "Doctor, if you don't need to urinate, should you drink from the top or the bottom to get urine faster?" "Haha...ha..." The doctor in the white coat didn't answer, but instead let out a knowing laugh. My wife's face was as white as paper, her body trembling slightly. She bit her lip and helplessly tilted her head back to drink the beer... Seeing my wife drinking beer in such an awkward position, Da Mao didn't rush her. Instead, he called security to bring the other three women over. They also squatted down in the same position, and after disinfecting the small gauze soaked in iodine, he inserted it into the cup, then let a little urine drip into it. The

other three women had been hearing the fat woman's cries and pleas for mercy coming from the examination room, and seeing my wife drinking from a bottle, they knew they had to cooperate, or they would suffer. Fortunately, they hadn't been to the toilet since they were arrested, and they did feel the urge to urinate. Having almost completed the urine collection process, they all squatted down.

At this moment, my wife was struggling to finish her beer while watching the other three women next to her quickly urinate. She was extremely panicked.

"Finished drinking? Urinating now?" The man in the white coat took the beer bottle and coldly questioned her.

"Um... um... I..." My wife's beautiful face was contorted in pain.

"What's wrong? Stand up, let me see..." Seeing that there were no other women around, the man in the white coat boldly reached out and pinched my wife's nipple, pulling it upwards as he spoke.

My wife was still half-squatting in discomfort when the man in the white coat suddenly pinched and pulled her nipple upwards, causing her body to tremble. She pressed her hands on her knees and stood up.

"You've drunk the water, is it blocked here?" Before my wife could react or reply, the man in the white coat put down his hand that was pinching her breasts and immediately reached down to tease her exposed vulva. His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he stared at her sharply, then sneered, "Want to go to the inner room... and get a few people to help you clear it?" "No...no...I..." Tears welled up in my wife's eyes, whether from shame or fear.

The man in the white coat continued to probe and insert his fingers into my wife's vulva, while his other hand pressed and kneaded her lower abdomen. Her bladder and abdomen were being stimulated simultaneously, the sensation throughout her body like an electric shock. My wife bit her lip tightly, a sudden, intense urge to urinate stimulating her brain. The intense pressure from her bladder was almost unbearable. Her face flushed with shame, and she hurriedly said as if she wanted to find a hole to crawl into,

"I...I...pee..."

"Don't move... pee standing up... I'll help you!" Seeing his actions had worked, the doctor in the white coat used his fingers to firmly grasp my wife's urethra, while his other hand held the urine sample cup against her vulva. He then spread his fingers to both sides, pressing the entire rim of the cup against her vulva, and lecherously looked at my wife, saying, "Okay, start... it has to come out drop by drop!"

At this moment, my wife could no longer think about shame, and seemingly resignedly trembled her fair thighs. Suddenly, a small stream of urine shot out from her, spraying onto the cup. Excitedly... His body trembled incessantly, splashing water onto the white-coated doctor's fingers holding the cup. Clearly, my wife was ignoring his demands. The doctor's fierce gaze pierced the air as he grabbed at her vulva with his fingers, his voice low and angry yet resolute: "It has to come out drop by drop. Didn't you hear me? You think you can pee in front of us?" "Doctor, let her do it herself!" "If she dares to urinate even half a drop out of the cup… um… um!" The words and gestures of the men present, including Da Mao and the security guards, continued to intimidate my wife. My wife, whose urine had been piling up for a while, was still unable to urinate. She was forced into this shameful position, and under everyone's pressure, she used one hand to spread her arms wide, exposing her urethra, while holding a cup down in the other. Under everyone's scrutiny, she felt increasingly embarrassed. Helplessly and shamefully, she relaxed her bladder for a moment, then immediately tightened it again. A tiny stream of urine opened on the wet, red mucous membrane, thankfully not overflowing the cup… "Damn it, who told you to pee like that!" The officer in the white coat was clearly angry. He snatched the half-full urine cup, spilled the urine, and took a baton from a nearby security guard, angrily saying,

"You like peeing in front of people… don't you?"

My wife shook her head, confused and somewhat helplessly shy. Seeing the baton in the officer's hand, she honestly asked, "What… what should I do?"

"Come over here and squat down!" the doctor in the white coat said, placing the urine sample cup on the concrete slab between the last two squatting positions on the counter.

He told me to turn around and bend over. He spread my hands apart to look. My wife, yielding to the doctor's sternness, reluctantly shifted her body to the side, squatting down above the urine sample cup, and as instructed, used her fingers to spread apart her two brown labia, exposing her urethra. She tried to move closer to the cup, her face flushed, and she struggled to control her bladder and contract her urethra, moaning softly, her whole body trembling. Finally, a small, crisp "ding-dong" sound rang out, and a drop of urine leaked out, falling into the cup. My wife clung to it, afraid to let go. Then several more drops fell, the sound seeming to strike her heart, making her feel utterly ashamed. Only when the cup was more than half full did she seem to breathe a sigh of relief, as if a sudden storm had passed.

Throughout the entire process, my wife's long, flowing hair obscured her face, and her vulva was exaggeratedly spread open to the sides, striking an extremely stimulating pose. The men present, witnessing my wife's performance, were already incredibly aroused.

After my wife underwent a routine urine sample test, she was led to the wall where she stood in a row with five other women. At that moment, the door to the inner room opened, and we could hear a security guard scolding the fat woman: "Get in line over there, hands behind your head!"

The fat woman's naked body trembled violently. Her pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving a bald patch, exposing her tender, white flesh. She felt utterly ashamed and could only sob as she walked to my wife's side and joined the line.

The man in the white coat, Da Mao, and the security guards stood around, their faces beaming with triumphant smiles. Yes, seeing so many unfamiliar women—what a thrill!

The doctor in the white coat examined the group of lambs, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked my wife and the others to stick their fingers inside their bodies to remove the sterilized gauze. He also explained that, according to the law, all suspects arrested must be examined for sexually transmitted diseases by the investigating department.

When my wife and the others heard that they would also have to undergo STD testing, their faces were filled with surprise. They had heard of women being arrested undergoing STD testing before, but they never expected to be subjected to such a test themselves. The so-called urine test for drug use had already been a huge blow to their mental health, making them feel that their dignity had been violated and their personality insulted. Now, seeing these men in uniform in front of them, they knew that they had to cooperate to avoid further torment. So my wife and the others waited anxiously...

Da Mao, the leader, asked each of them if they had undergone STD testing. When he learned that they had not, he knew that these rural women who had been arrested were not well-educated and had even had their babies delivered by the village midwife. They probably had never been to a hospital. Especially when he saw these silly women urinating, they obediently and clumsily assumed embarrassing positions without raising any objections. So he stared at my wife and the others' expressions, letting out a cruel and sly laugh.

"Stand still...listen..." A security guard wearing glasses, under the direction of a doctor in a white coat, announced the results of the urine tests, stating that they were all negative, proving that no one present had used drugs. After announcing the results, he even meticulously recorded them on each person's form.

"You can't touch drugs! I'm telling you...if you're found to have used drugs, you'll be locked up in a drug rehabilitation center for two years!" Da Mao threatened my wife and the others. Seeing that they seemed quite relieved, he added with a dark face, "Sexually transmitted diseases are infectious diseases, and simply put, they're harmful. The country deals with these people very strictly. If someone is found to have an STD, in addition to her own isolation and treatment, everyone she comes into contact with and lives with will also be tested. Then she'll be letting down everyone around her in the future!" "There are also some people who have chronic STDs, such as those who have experienced itching, odor, increased vaginal discharge, etc. These are all..." "The symptoms of chronic STDs are something that people with the disease might not even know!" The man in the white coat knew that these symptoms were normal for rural women. In order to further humiliate and insult my wife and the other women, he stood in the middle with a smug, lewd smile on his face and added, "None of you have any experience with examinations. Let me tell you, the next examination is to take samples of secretions from your genitals for microscopic examination. Whether you have an STD or not will be known in one test!" When

my wife and the others heard what Da Mao and the man in the white coat said, they felt their muscles tense up, their hair stand on end, and a chilling fear gripped their hearts.

At this moment, Da Mao, with a satisfied expression, said to my wife and the others, "According to the law, STD testing involves personal privacy and cannot be conducted in public, so you will have to go in one by one for the testing!" After Da Mao finished speaking, he instructed the security guard to open a wooden door in the left corner of the examination room and led my wife and the other seven people in a row inside to wait. It was a room of a few square meters, which used to be a storage room, but now it was empty. My wife was the last one to go in when Da Mao stopped her and told her to go in first, while the others waited inside. He also ordered that no one should talk or speak, and that if the surveillance cameras found anyone being dishonest, they would be dealt with severely. After Da Mao finished speaking, the security guard locked the back door.

My wife was led into the inner room of the examination room. She saw that the lights were very bright, and the furnishings were relatively simple. The walls and floors next to the door were decorated with a white background like a photo studio. In the middle was an examination bed, which was made by Huang Mao and the man in the white coat using a bed that had been seized from a hair salon and covered with a white cloth. On the table next to it were containers full of instruments used to torture women.

My wife, who had just entered, was told by the man in the white coat to wash herself in the corner. Feeling quite dirty, she ignored everyone's stares and thoroughly washed herself with the tap. As she dried herself, she realized she'd drunk a bottle of beer and felt the urge to urinate. So she squatted down with her back to everyone, intending to relieve herself… “No urinating here…” one of the security guards slapped her. The man in the white coat added, “That’s a toilet, isn’t it? You’re done… come here!” My

wife stood up and reluctantly walked to the examination bed. Her naked body displayed beautiful adult curves; her full buttocks and thighs appeared very elastic. There was a patch of black pubic hair between her legs. Standing naked before the man in the white coat, the man in the white coat, and the security guards, she seemed somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.

"Before the examination, let me tell you... To ensure the authenticity and objectivity of the examination, according to the law, a doctor and the investigators must conduct the examination together to determine the results, and the entire examination process must be photographed for future reference. Do you have any objections to us, the examiners?" Da Mao mischievously asked my wife

in front of everyone so that they could have their way with her. My wife, blushing and extremely embarrassed because she had been brought here with something on her, was about to be exposed to strange men. Although she knew that her most private parts were about to be touched and observed by these strange men, how could she dare to object? She instinctively and futilely covered her parts with her hands and obediently shook her head to indicate her agreement.

"As a doctor, let me tell you... people with sexually transmitted diseases will have symptoms of inflammation and deformity in their sexual organs. So, we need to examine your sexual organs, first to see if your physical development is abnormal, understand?" The doctor in the white coat then launched into a blatant propaganda about the sanctity of women's medicine. As he spoke, he led my wife to a white background decorated like a photo studio and asked her to stand in front of a scale in the middle of the background... Then, blushing, my wife obediently followed the doctor's instructions, frantically posing in various embarrassing positions for everyone to scrutinize, to check if there were any abnormalities in her body, whether her development and sexual organs were normal. She had to be standing, squatting, lying down, kneeling, and in different angles from the front, side, and back to see if her breasts and labia, the most private parts of a woman, were symmetrical and normal, and every action had to be photographed.

No matter what pose the doctors in white coats or Da Mao and the others wanted my wife to pose, she had no choice but to spread her snow-white thighs wide open, even exposing her dark, hairy female genitalia, which had never seen the sun, for everyone to observe. My wife blushed as she did each pose, and thankfully, no one touched her inappropriately.

At this moment, the man in the white coat asked the security guard with glasses to bring the form. He then summarized my wife's physical development and the condition of her genitals, concluding that she had hirsutism. He wrote the result on the form in a professional manner, then walked over to my wife, pointed at her pubic hair, and said, "You have so much pubic hair, even around the pubic area. That's abnormal development. You have a hormonal imbalance. No matter how much a man fucks you, you have a very low chance of having a child..."

My wife's purpose in coming to Guangdong to see her sister was to go to the hospital to check why she wasn't pregnant. The man in the white coat's words seemed to unintentionally clarify my wife's doubts, making her believe that he was indeed a doctor. She had heard that there were forensic doctors there before, so she wondered if this man in the white coat was really a forensic doctor. If so, she should cooperate even more.

Da Mao, standing nearby, realized that the doctor in the white coat seemed to have hit on my wife's secret. He glanced at the form in the doctor's hand; my wife's information clearly stated that she had been married for three years without children. He admired the doctor's cleverness in scaring women. Da Mao chuckled to himself, thinking: "Haha, you've been with your husband for three years and still no children. Well, I might as well not use a condom and give you a good 'poke' later..." After thinking this, Da Mao praised the doctor's responsible examination while asking with feigned concern, "The doctor is really good; he could tell at a glance that you don't have children." "The reason is that her symptoms can be cured?" "Whether it can be cured... we need to extract secretions from various organs for examination and testing, and only after summarizing the results will we know. Come on... lie down here." The doctor in the white coat first had my wife bend over on the examination table in a "chest-knee position" with her protruding, bare buttocks facing everyone. He asked my wife to spread her buttocks apart and expose her genitals from behind, so that everyone could appreciate my wife's plump buttocks and the dark brown female genitalia between her smooth, snow-white buttocks. It was definitely a great challenge to her sexual desire! Then he had my wife lie flat on the gynecological examination table. At this time, my wife's snow-white thighs and dark brown female genitalia were completely exposed under the examination light.

"Women with a lot of pubic hair are most prone to STDs, twice as likely as normal. Even if you don't get pregnant, you might still have an STD," the doctor in the white coat said to my wife. My wife felt a sudden unease, embarrassed and at a loss for what to do. Her face flushed red, and she stared at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. The doctor deliberately brought out two glass test tubes, one large and one small, the larger one with a diameter of 7 centimeters and the smaller one with a diameter of 3 centimeters. He waved them around in front of my wife and said, "Now we're going to extract your vaginal secretions. You need to cooperate properly; it's for your own health, understand?"

After saying this, the doctor picked up the large glass test tube, felt around my wife's vulva with his left hand, and used his thumb and forefinger to open my wife's mouth. He then forcefully inserted the 7-centimeter-diameter glass test tube at an angle. My wife couldn't handle such a large object, and there wasn't enough lubrication inside. Seeing that the test tube couldn't be inserted at an angle, the doctor seemed to forcefully demand that my wife relax and spread her legs, and then directly and forcefully thrust it into my wife's vaginal flesh...

My wife struggled to spread her legs wide, completely unprepared for the series of movements by the doctor in the white coat. She trembled, tears streaming down her face, her breathing erratic. She gripped the white sheet covering the examination table tightly, feeling her genitals stretched taut, the opening wide. Despite her cooperation and effort, the 7-centimeter diameter test tube couldn't be inserted. Waves of pain accompanied the discomfort, especially since she had just drunk a bottle of beer and was already in a hurry to urinate, almost causing her to lose control. My wife clenched her teeth, pleading repeatedly, "Ah...it hurts...no...no...too...too big...I need...to pee..."

The sound of her saying "pee" was very soft, but the doctor in the white coat still heard and noticed her embarrassing state. He knew that for a woman who hadn't given birth, a 7-centimeter diameter tube wouldn't normally fit. Moreover, the pleading and pleas she made were easily audible to the doctor and the doctor. They found the motivation to continue humiliating her. The man in the white coat saw my wife's dark pubic hair, bright red vulva, and mouth—every detail was clearly visible to everyone. Especially noticeable was the small red opening at the urethra, which began to twitch. Knowing my wife was trying to tighten her bladder to stop the urine from coming out, he pretended not to hear her pleas and said impatiently, "Relax...try again!"

After saying this, the man in the white coat ordered my wife to move her body to the back of the examination table. He then ordered two security guards to lift my wife's thighs, forcefully spreading and pressing them apart. He then spread my wife's labia, clearly revealing a pea-sized opening in her urethra. The man in the white coat used one hand to block the test tube opening against the urethra, and with his left thumb and forefinger, he used his right forefinger to spread the still-contracting urethra to the left and right, then forcefully inserted his right forefinger. "Ah—!" My wife couldn't bear the sudden, intense pain and stimulation and screamed, her body trembling violently. A powerful stream of urine shot into the test tube…

"Stop...stop...stop..." The man in the white coat's fingers remained inside her, relentlessly digging into my wife's genitals, stimulating her bladder to contract and causing her urine to shoot out with each movement of his fingers. After three or four times, the man in the white coat, not wanting my wife to urinate freely, made her continue to hold it in. So he withdrew his fingers, took a half-filled test tube of urine, held it up and shook it, and laughed triumphantly, saying, "You're in such a hurry to pee, aren't you?"

"Um...um...I can't hold it in anymore!" my wife pleaded repeatedly, her body trembling, her voice filled with fear.

"Haha, you deliberately couldn't pee during the urine test earlier, and now you're deliberately peeing even though I haven't asked you to..." The man in the white coat laughed, then suddenly slapped my wife's vulva with his hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he stared at her. He sneered, "I'm warning you, if you dare to leak even a drop of urine during the next test, things won't look so good here."

My wife looked at the man in the white coat with a wronged expression, her clear eyes seemingly filled with endless sadness, choking back tears and unable to speak.

Next, the man in the white coat took a test tube about five centimeters in diameter, stared at my wife's face observing her expression, and said with a wicked smile, "You've never had a child, so your opening is a bit small. This one's not bad, is it?" My wife shut her mouth tightly and didn't make a sound. The man in the white coat inserted the upper part of the test tube into my wife's vagina, and while lewdly thrusting the test tube in and out of her body, he kneaded her erect penis. The hard, cold test tube was immediately wrapped around the soft, hot vaginal walls, and my wife's lower body trembled. The man in the white coat carefully kneaded my wife's vagina, mimicking the movements, thrusting in and out back and forth. He inserted the test tube to the deepest point, teasing my wife's cervix, thrusting a few times and then gently flicking it. My wife felt itchy, sore, and swollen inside, with a slight pain. My wife couldn't hold on any longer, and her body convulsed and lifted, and fluid gushed out, a few drops of cloudy, sticky fluid flowing into the test tube.

The man in the white coat's technique for teasing my wife was extremely superb! This intense stimulation caused my wife extreme panic, making her look incredibly shameful in front of them! My wife's body was being manipulated uncontrollably by the man in the white coat; the itching and pain were unbearable!

The man in the white coat clearly knew about the changes inside my wife, seeing her blushing and her breathing quicken! He smugly pulled out the test tube, while his other hand continued to rub my wife's vulva, admiring the spots of her vaginal fluid and the dense, dark smell. Then he pulled back my wife's foreskin and lewdly laughed, "Haha! This one is better than others! It's getting better… Check…" My wife looked confused, with a hint of helpless shyness: "How do I do it?" The man in the white coat demanded that my wife turn around, bend over, and spread her foreskin open with both hands. My wife, succumbing to the sternness of the doctor in the white coat, helplessly rolled over and knelt face down, her legs bent towards her abdomen, obediently sticking upwards. Her head rested on the examination table, her long, flowing hair obscuring her face. Her entire buttocks were raised high, her hands silently reaching up to grasp her two plump buttocks, forcefully spreading them apart to expose her shameful parts to everyone, assuming an extremely stimulating position.

"Very good..." The doctor in the white coat nodded in satisfaction, approached, and used his left thumb and forefinger to spread the still contracting flesh apart, while his right forefinger suddenly plunged in. "Ah—" My wife couldn't bear the sudden, intense pain and screamed, her body trembling violently.

"Don't move! Lie down." The man in the white coat commanded my wife, then used his left hand to straighten her arched back. His fingers then began to move inside her, causing her to gasp in pain. She swayed her hips back and forth as if trying to break free, letting out a loud cry. The man in the white coat pressed down hard on her plump, round buttocks.

"Ugh...it hurts..." My wife instinctively tilted her head back, letting out a muffled cry as the man in the white coat's rough, large toe pierced her, causing a burning pain.

"It hurts? Is it too much?" The man in the white coat looked at my wife's embarrassed and anxious expression, then became smug. He wanted to know if my wife had been "exploited" before, so he laughed even harder.

"No...I didn't..." My wife felt incredibly ashamed, but she still forced herself to say it, her face turning a deep, bright red.

"No? Then why does it hurt so much with just a little touch?" the man in the white coat asked deliberately, then pulled his finger out of my wife's vagina and held it up to her, asking, "It smells so bad, did you not poop today?" My wife was utterly ashamed. She dared not look at the man in the white coat's finger again, and could only shake her head. It was too shameful! Too shameful! Naked, sprawled out, being played with like this by a strange man! My wife's heart pounded wildly! She was too ashamed to speak!

"Oh! That's good. Then we'll use a test tube to collect your stool sample for testing." After saying that, the doctor in the white coat pressed the small test tube against my wife's mouth, found the chubby opening, and pressed the test tube hard. "Gulp~" The test tube went in about an inch deep into my wife's vagina. My wife frowned, then strained her rectum, and her sphincter relaxed. Her vagina, which was originally small, suddenly widened enough to accommodate the test tube. The doctor in the white coat pushed it in forcefully, and with a "squeak~", the test tube was inserted about four-fifths of the way in.

My wife seemed to tighten her muscles and breathe rapidly: "...Be gentle..." My wife, as a woman, has a sense of shame, especially about having her private parts examined by everyone. This is a woman's most private part. However, in order to further torture my wife, the men in white coats used the pretext of collecting stool samples for examination to insert test tubes into my wife's vagina, forcing her to maintain that extremely humiliating position of lying face down with her anus erect while defecating. The men in white coats and the security guards, including Da Mao, surrounded the examination bed, scaring my wife by telling her that she was not allowed to urinate but only to defecate, and urging her to hurry up.

My wife felt this was utter torture. How could a normal woman hold her urine and defecate, especially while lying face down with a test tube inserted? Her face was as white as paper, her thin body trembling slightly. She bit her lip and pleaded, "I...I...want to pee first..."

"No!" Da Mao shouted angrily, then lowered his voice and said, word by word,

"Can't you poop?"

My wife looked at me with a wronged expression, her clear eyes seemingly filled with endless sadness, and choked out, "I...can't..."

"If she can't defecate... then we'll have to block the urethra first before performing an enema!" The doctor in the white coat said, then pushed over a surgical cart, opened a cloth bag on it, and took out a disposable catheter. It was a catheter that the doctor in the white coat had modified; one was cut into two. The one with a diversion bag was specifically for women who couldn't urinate, and the security guards had already used it on that fat woman. The remaining one, with a triangular valve, was specifically for women who urgently needed to urinate. This would block the urinary outlet at the top of the catheter, causing resistance as the catheter entered the urethra. The sphincter tightens further, and women with urinary urgency experience even greater discomfort in their lower abdomen. No matter what, they manage to urinate, but if it takes a little longer, a large amount of urine accumulates in the bladder and cannot be expelled, leading to acute urinary retention. This inhibits the urination reflex, and abdominal pain causes reflex spasms of the bladder and posterior urethral sphincter. The woman will experience pain so severe that she feels a bloating in her lower abdomen and a dull ache at the urethral opening, exacerbating her tension and anxiety. Furthermore, after the catheter is removed, the woman will experience frequent urination, a feeling of incomplete bladder emptying, lower abdominal distension and discomfort, and may even develop stress urinary incontinence or frequent urinary leakage. If a woman loses control of her urination, it truly becomes an embarrassing nightmare.

The doctor in the white coat held a catheter with a valve attached, smeared some lubricant on the tip, and then gently inserted it into the urethra. A triangular valve at one end of the catheter was in the closed position. After the doctor inserted the catheter, the catheter and valve remained less than twenty centimeters from the urethral opening. The doctor then mischievously stuck it to my wife's large genital area with medical tape.

My wife's mind went blank; she felt nothing. The catheter insertion felt like a foreign object probing deep into her urethral wall, causing a burning pain, which she silently endured.

The guards and security personnel around them quietly watched. They knew that any woman with some attractiveness who was brought in, if she had any leverage or excuse to be abused or humiliated, would be given an enema to clean her rectum, creating an opportunity for rape.

Next, the doctor in the white coat picked up a large syringe, drew most of a solution from a bottle, and watched my wife blindly obey. "Come on, bend over, relax a little, spread your legs as wide as possible, and try to hold it in for a while after the enema is injected before you defecate." He instructed my wife to lie down, bend over, and stick her head out. Then he inserted the syringe into my wife's rectum, and immediately a stream of liquid entered her rectum. "Ah!..." Everyone heard my wife let out an instinctive scream of unbearable pain.

"Get down," the doctor in the white coat commanded. My wife got off the examination bed, stood naked in front of the bed, her hands futilely covering her lower abdomen, her head down. He pointed to the squat toilet in the corner, and my wife immediately knew what to do. Her mind went blank, she lost all willpower, and she forced herself to walk to the squat toilet. As required by the doctor in the white coat, she had to face everyone. As soon as she squatted down, urine and feces gushed out. Tears and sweat mingled and flowed down my wife's face. My wife looked at the doctor in the white coat helplessly and shyly.

My wife stood before everyone like a zombie, ordered to kneel on the examination table again. The doctor in the white coat wiped her genitals clean with gauze, then lifted her up. Due to the stretching, her anus was visibly protruding, seemingly contracting slightly. The doctor injected a solution three times to cleanse my wife's rectum. After seeing relatively clean solution ejaculate onto the toilet bowl, the doctor injected an enema a fourth time. Instead of letting my wife get off the examination table, the doctor slowly inserted his index finger until it was completely submerged inside her. He twisted his fingers and probed her rectum. At that moment, my wife gasped and let out a soft scream: "Ah..."

Then, the man in the white coat used his other hand to pry open my wife's clothes and pulled out the catheter inserted into her urethra. Several strands of tape were still attached to my wife. Suddenly, a violent stimulation came from above, and my wife involuntarily trembled. She was suddenly subjected to such painful stimulation; her plump buttocks swayed violently as she tried to pull away, and her entire body involuntarily recoiled forward, collapsing onto the examination table. The springs of the examination table made a strange sound...

"Alright...get down!" The doctor in the white coat laughed heartily and lightly tapped my wife, who was lying face down on the examination bed. Seeing the humiliation my wife felt made her hair stand on end, and she began to break out in a cold sweat. She bit her lip tightly, and her beautiful, delicate face was filled with distress. Her lower body trembled due to the need to urinate and the effect of the enema in her rectum. The doctor in the white coat warned again, "Don't spill it, or you'll be in trouble." My wife quickly got up and got off the bed, but she was trembling all over, and her face showed extreme fear. She looked like she had been hit in a vital spot, and her face was filled with panic. It seemed that she had completely lost her composure and was at a loss for what to do!

The security guard in the white coat and the others stared at my wife, who stood naked and bewildered beside the examination bed. They reveled in the tears streaming down her face after the torment of pain and shame. A sense of satisfaction washed over them. Da Mao said in a deep voice, "Hurry up! The people behind us are waiting to be examined."

"Wait a minute, the examination form needs to be signed..." The bespectacled security guard, who was holding my wife's information, laughed heartily, then asked my wife to sign and affix her fingerprints with a serious expression before handing the form to Da Mao.

Da Mao and two other security guards led my wife out of the inner room of the examination room and to a corner of the outer corridor. My wife saw her familiar old gray leather suitcase on the floor. She didn't know how it ended up there; of course, Huang Mao and the driver had taken it from their Jinbei van. Without thinking much, my wife quickly squatted down and opened the suitcase. Inside, she found a jumble of things: her jeans from when she urinated after getting out of the car, her white shirt that she had worn later, Hong Jie's lace see-through and white underwear from the compound, two hundred-yuan bills, and a ring…

[The End]

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