Chapter 8: Speculum Submission
The cold of the medical bay was a different kind of shock. It wasn't the damp chill of the tiled floor, but a sterile, metallic cold that seemed to leach the residual heat from their abused bodies. The air smelled of antiseptic and ozone. Harsh fluorescent lights reflected off every stainless steel surface, making Nicole and Bianca squint as they were ushered inside, their bare feet squeaking on the linoleum.
Their bodies still hummed with the phantom sensations of the cross, the deep ache of being stretched and used. They moved slowly, muscles protesting, skin sticky with drying sweat and lube.
Jack guided Bianca toward the centerpiece of the room: a padded examination table, clad in cold steel, with heavy, articulated stirrups at one end. It looked like something from a gynaecologist's worst nightmare.
"Up," he said, his hand flat on the small of her back.
Bianca climbed onto the table, the padding cool through the thin layer of sweat on her thighs. She lay back, the lights blinding. Without a word, Jack took her ankles, his grip firm and impersonal, and secured them into the cold metal stirrups. He cranked a lever, and the apparatus spread her legs wide, lifting them, exposing her completely to the room. The vulnerability was absolute, clinical. A shiver that had nothing to do with temperature raced through her.
From a tray of instruments, Jack selected a speculum. It was steel, polished to a mirror finish. He held it up, letting the light glint off its cruel, hinged blades.
"Open," he said, though her cunt was already glistening, swollen from earlier.
Bianca trembled but remained still. He lubricated the device with a clear gel from a squeeze bottle, then pressed the closed blades against her entrance. The metal was shockingly cold. With a practiced motion, he inserted it, the smooth intrusion making her gasp. A twist of his wrist, and the mechanism opened, the blades spreading inside her, holding her open in a way that was profoundly invasive. She could feel the cold air on her deepest, most private tissues. A soft, choked whimper escaped her lips.
Jack turned his attention to Nicole, who stood watching, her arms wrapped around herself. "You see how open she is?" he said, his voice conversational. "How everything's on display? That's honesty. You're going to learn a similar lesson."
He moved to another trolley and picked up a different instrument. It was a dildo, but unlike any they'd seen. It was machined from solid, brushed steel, thick and unyielding, with a pronounced curve. Wires trailed from its base, connected to a compact black control box with dials. He coated it generously with conductive lubricant that shimmered silver.
"On the table next to her. On your hands and knees. Arch your back. Present yourself."
Nicole obeyed, climbing onto the cold steel surface beside Bianca's splayed form. She got on all fours, her head hanging down, her dark hair curtaining her face. From this position, Bianca, with her head tilted back, could see Nicole's exposed ass, could see the tense, fluttering rose of her hole.
"You're going to watch as I stretch Nicole's ass with this," Jack growled, his words directed at Bianca. He positioned the cold, blunt tip of the metal toy against Nicole's tight entrance. "And you're going to feel every bit of her resistance in that pretty, open cunt of yours."
He pushed.
Nicole cried out, a sharp, shocked sound. The metal was unforgiving, its diameter immense. It didn't give, it demanded. Jack worked it slowly, with relentless pressure, the curve designed to press against the inner wall of her rectum. Bianca watched, mesmerized and horrified, as the shiny, greased length disappeared inch by torturous inch into Nicole's body, stretching the ring of muscle to a pale, thin circle.
When it was fully seated, Jack attached a small, rubber-coated clamp to Nicole's labia, ensuring contact. He picked up the control box.
"Now," he said, his thumb hovering over a dial. "Connection."
He turned the dial.
A low, buzzing hum filled the room. Nicole jolted as if struck. A sharp, vibrating current, not the deep thrum of the beads but a sharper, more insistent buzz, traveled from the metal dildo deep in her ass, lighting up her entire pelvic floor. Her back bowed, a strangled gasp tearing from her throat.
"Fuck! Oh god, it's... it's inside my bones!"
Bianca flinched in sympathy, her own cunt clenching involuntarily around the cold steel speculum. The movement made the blades shift minutely, a strange, full sensation.
Jack watched Bianca's face. "Feels different, doesn't it? Knowing exactly what's causing her pain. Her pleasure." He turned the dial up a notch.
Nicole screamed, her body trembling violently. The electrical current was a live wire inside her, a brutal, sparkling stimulation that burned away all thought. Her hips jerked uncontrollably.
Jack then picked up two more instruments. One was a small, alligator clip, its jaws lined with conductive rubber. The other was a slender, solid metal rod, no thicker than a cocktail straw, with a smooth, rounded end.
"Your turn," he said to Bianca.
He leaned over her splayed form. With one hand, he gently took her swollen, hyper-sensitive clit between his fingers. With the other, he attached the clip. The pinch was precise, tight. The sensation was immediate and intense—a sharp, focused point of contact. Then, he took the metal rod. He lubricated it, and with a terrifying, deliberate precision, he brought it to the tiny opening of her urethra.
Bianca’s eyes flew wide in pure panic. "No, wait, you can't—"
"I can," he stated flatly. "And I am. Breathe."
He applied steady, gentle pressure. There was a burning, stretching sensation, utterly alien and deeply wrong. She whimpered, tears springing to her eyes as the smooth metal rod slid into the delicate channel. It only went in an inch or so, but it felt like a mile. The feeling of fullness was bizarre, invasive on a cellular level.
Jack connected wires from both the clip and the rod to the same control box.
"Now the circuit is complete," he whispered.
He turned a second dial.
Electricity, sharp and bright, arced through Bianca's clit. It was a jolting, buzzing sting that made her yelp. But worse, far worse, was the current that traveled up the metal rod inside her urethra. It was a hot, vibrating ache deep inside her pelvis, a sensation so intimate and violating it bypassed pleasure and pain, becoming something else entirely. Her entire body seized, her back lifting off the table.
"Look at her," Jack commanded, his voice cutting through the electric fog in her brain.
Bianca turned her head, tears blurring her vision. Nicole was still on her hands and knees, trembling, the thick metal dildo inside her. Their eyes met. In Nicole's gaze, Bianca saw her own shattered reflection—a mix of agony, shame, and a terrifying, undeniable spark of raw arousal.
Jack began to orchestrate. He increased the voltage to Nicole's ass, watching the muscles in her thighs jump and quiver. Simultaneously, he sent a pulse through Bianca's clit and urethra. Bianca cried out, her cunt spasming wildly around the unfeeling speculum.
"See how you react to her pain?" Jack murmured, turning the dials in a sadistic rhythm. "Your body doesn't know the difference. It just knows intensity."
He was right. As Nicole's moans grew louder, more desperate, Bianca felt a corresponding heat building in her own core, a treacherous flood of wetness that had nothing to do with lubrication. The electrical pain was morphing, blending with the deep, humiliating fullness and the visual of Nicole's degradation. It cohered into a white-hot nexus of sensation.
"I'm gonna... I can't stop it..." Nicole sobbed, her head hanging low.
"Let it happen," Jack said, his voice cool. He cranked the dial for her ass to its maximum.
Nicole's climax was a violent, silent convulsion. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, her body shaking so violently the metal table rattled. The sight of it, the sheer loss of control, was the final trigger for Bianca.
The electricity in her clit became a searing brand, the ache in her urethra a deep, throbbing heartbeat of wrong pleasure. Her orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave, tearing a ragged, endless scream from her throat. Her juices flooded out, dripping around the cold steel blades of the speculum, a humiliating testament to her body's betrayal.
The electricity cut off.
The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by their ragged, sobbing breaths. Jack carefully removed the instruments. The speculum closed with a soft click and slid from Bianca, leaving her feeling gaping and empty. The metal rod slid from her urethra with a strange, slick pop. The clip released her throbbing clit.
He pulled the massive metal dildo from Nicole's ass, the sound wet and final. Nicole collapsed onto her side, curling into a fetal position. Her ass gaped so wide, a full fist would have fitted without touching very much.
Jack looked down at them, at their twitching, spent forms on the cold steel. He didn't smile. He simply nodded, as if confirming a hypothesis.
"The body's capacity is remarkable," he said quietly, almost to himself. He began wiping the instruments with a clean cloth, the clinical clink of metal on metal the only sound in the bright, cruel room. "You both have so much more to learn about where your limits really are."