The Medfet Clinic 2 - The "Abortion"
Will you get the abortion you wanted or will the abortion be aborted?
You returned to the Medfet Clinic two months later after you missed your second period. Suspecting that you were pregnant, you didn't know who to go to. With the low birth rates, the State had banned abortion, and even pregnancy self-test kits. Abortion had become a crime for both the doctors and the patients. While this drove many abortions underground, pregnant ladies also started disappearing...
You had no choice either way as you were determined not to carry on with the pregnancy. Out of desperation, you decided to give the Medfet Clinic a try. Perhaps they would be sympathetic enough and have the necessary equipment and facilities to do it.
At the reception, the nurse ran the same admission procedure as the last time. When you gave strong hints that you suspected that you were pregnant and would like to undergo an abortion, the nurse merely smiled back and said jokingly, “Oh! Naughty little girl! But you are not the first to request for such a procedure.”
You didn't know if she took you seriously. You changed into a hospital gown and despite youself, you couldn't help feeling excited. You chided yourself for the wrong thoughts as you reminded yourself that you were here for an abortion! Then the thought of being put under and having medical equipment being inserted into your tunnel caused your knees to weaken.
At the waiting area, a nurse came to check on you. “Patient S34?” You recalled that that was the same identification you were given at your last visit. They were keeping track of their "patients". As you nodded in acknowledgement, she started securing an ID tag to your wrist. You became Patient S34 again.
“I understand that you might be pregnant,” she said professionally. “We will need to run some tests before we proceed. My name is Amy. Please come with me.”
You couldn't tell if Nurse Amy was role playing or for real. The lines have blurred this time round. You followed her into a small examination room where your height, weight and blood pressure were taken. Then she gave you a small container and you duly went to the toilet to collect a urine sample. She asked about your last period and your sexual activities. She then said she needed to take a blood sample.
She tied a tourniquet around your bicep and rubbed alcohol on the back of your hand. Then she asked you to look away and to take a deep breath. You did as you were told and you felt a prick and the cannula was in. You saw that she was actually setting up an IV into your hand and used it to collect some blood samples. Things were moving fast!
Once done, she guided you into a deeper section of the room where there was an examination table and small cabinets.
“Can you hop on the bed for me please?” she said as she took some supplies from the cabinet. When she returned, she had a plastic apron across the front of her scrubs. Then she drew the privacy curtain around the examination table.
“I am gonna give you an enema,” she said, as she tore open the sterile pack of tubing and valve.
“But I already had one this morning as instructed,” you said, trying to avoid another one.
“Oh excellent, this one is just in case there if still anything left. Otherwise, it can get messy during the procedure,” she said as she put on a pair of gloves. You wondered what the procedure was going to be that could make you soil yourself but you were finding it hard to argue at this stage.
“Can you lie on your side and lift your right knee towards your chest, please,” she said as she guided your leg up. As the back of the gown was open, you could immediately feel the cool air on your buttocks. Then you heard the squirting of lubricant and then her hand on your naked buttocks, coating it generously.
“I want you to push down,” she said as you felt a finger on your anus. “Yes, push.” And you yelped when the finger penetrated you. She made sure to spread the lubricant around your sphincter and in your rectum.
Then she proceeded to lubricate the enema nozzle and she gently inserted it into your anus. You felt the pressure building until the first bulb went past and your sphincter closed around the tube. She started to inflate the balloon and you felt a tight seal inside and outside your anus. She gave it a good tug to ensure that everything was in place. She then gradually raised the enema bag and hung it on the top of the IV pole.
“I am going to release the valve now and you will feel the flow. Let me know if it is uncomfortable.”
And with that, you felt the liquid entering. It was warm and your colon started gurgling like diarrhea was coming and your abdomen started to bulge. It felt like your tummy was a balloon being filled with water under a gushing tap.
“You are doing very well. Just relax,” she said.
You tried to relax as much as you could but the urge to go was increasing. You were fidgeting and squirming on the table as it was getting uncomfortable. Just when you thought you could take it no more, she shut the valve with the bag almost empty.
“You did great!” she said as she tapped your buttocks. Now, I would like you to hold it in for ten minutes. In the meantime, I need to massage your tummy to make sure that your intestines are well irrigated and cleansed.”
She positioned you on back and lifted your gown. You could see your swollen abdomen and couldn't help but wondered how sexy you would look later in your pregnancy.
She started to gently massage your tummy with a bit of massage oil. Her gloved hands glided across your tummy in a sensous manner and you felt the liquid in your abdomen moving up and down your intestines. Despite the urge to go to the toilet, you started to feel aroused with the hands moving seductively over your shiny tummy.
But very soon, the urge to go became stronger. Your mind was now fully focussed on holding the liquid in. Sensing your discomfort, the nurse started to move her massaging lower, hovering around your pubic area. Ever so often, as you squirmed, she would move her hand down and slip it between your thighs. You gasped when she hit a sensitive spot. Her slippery gloved hand coated with massage oil was able to squeeze into the narrow gap between your thighs and private parts. Your attempt and inability to grip her hand between your thighs only made it feel more intrusive and sensuous. Gradually, she became more intentional as she pressed two fingers against your entrance and gave it a good massage.
You were now giddy with the desperation to go to the toilet and the distracting stimulation was driving you nuts. The pressure on both fronts built up quickly and was spiralling out of control.
“I need to go,” you blurted out in between your grunts.
“Let me give you a bed pan just in case.” She lifted your bottoms slightly and slipped a bed pan under you.
“No, I really need to go,” you pleaded.
“Hhmmmph,” you bit your lips as another wave of stomach cramps washed over you. You were now squirming and trembling uncontrollably. The bedpan made it difficult for you to sit up. It was a question of time before you exploded but you really didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of the nurse.
Seeing your desperation, she became even more relentless with her fingering. She penetrated deep into you under your things and started curling and scissoring her two fingers inside your slick tunnel. You could feel her finger rubbing the bulb of the enema nozzle over the thin membrane between your two tunnels. At the same time, she started tugging the enema nozzle shifting it in and out of your rectum. Losing yourself, a first spray of the enema escaped from your anus.
“Oh, you are doing so well. You can just let go. I've got your covered,” she said as she worked both her hands even harder. You could hear the squelching as her fingers moved in and out and being penetrated on both fronts was driving you close to the edge.
"I am going to remove the nozzle now," she said as she released the air in the two bulbs. You were clenching them even more tightly now as you were afraid to soil yourself. But she continued with her relentless pumping as she pulled the nozzle from your anus.
It was too much for you as you arched your back and clamped your buttocks to hold the liquid in. Then you just couldn't take it any more, you tried to release the pressure on your sphincter to let a bit of liquid out but once you let go, you just lost all control and exploded. At the same time, you tipped over the edge and reached a violent climax.
You jerked uncontrollably as liquid gushed out of both your holes. Your body was trembling violently as you were cramping all over. The sensation was so overwhelming your eyes rolled to the back of your head as wave after wave of spasms coursed through your body.
You were groaning and moaning uncontrollably as you thrashed on the narrow examination table. And when you finally calmed down, you were totally exhausted and drifted off.
“Wakey wake, Patient S34, the operating room is ready for you,” you heard Nurse Amy as she patted your shoulder. You were feeling giddy and hard to concentrate. You realised you were already on a gurney and she was wheeling you out of the room.
As you were just at the corridor outside the treatment room, they wheeled a patient out. The same familiar sight of a patient post “treatment” - unconscious, hair matted under the hair cap, covered with hospital blanket to the chin, probably naked underneath, with visible black straps securing her to the gurney. You recalled your last visit and your imagination ran wild with what they were going to do to you this time. The fact that you had been prepped for surgery this time only added to your excitement.
As you entered the room, you saw Nurse Rita was waiting.
“Oh hi Patient S34. Aren't you the leaky one?”
Despite you feeling a bit groggy, this reminder brought your attention to the trickle of juice flowing down your thighs. You were feeling quite aroused from anticipation. However, you didn't forget the purpose of your visit.
“Erm, yes. I need some serious help this time. I suspect I am pregnant and I, erm, would prefer not to continue to be, if you know what I mean…” you said haltingly, trying to read her reaction.
She smiled assuringly as she read your records and nodded approvingly. Then she said we should do a quick scan and examine your cervix to confirm. You were transferred from the gurney to the operating table. Your legs were spread wide on the stirrups and secured with black straps. You were conscious how wet you were, hoping that she would not notice but you could already see the shimmer on your thighs.
She put on her gloves and mask, and came back between your legs and adjusted the light to shine between your thighs. To your dismay, she said, “oh look how leaky you are!” She glided her gloved fingers up and down your perineum, scooping up your juice and then spread it over your labia. You trembled in excitement as you felt another trickle of your syrupy juice down to your anus.
“Looks like there is no need for additional lubrication,” she said as she inserted two fingers into your vagina and ran them around your vagina wall before going deep to feel your cervix. In the process, she made sure to have her thumb linger on your erect clitoris.
“Hhmm… your cervix is hanging a little low,” she said as she continued to feel around, with deep but gentle thrusts.
It hit a sensitive spot deep within you and through your drugged stupor, elicited a long slurry moan which you instinctively covered with the back of your hand.
“It's ok,” she said as she continued to feel around, “pregnancy can cause some sensitivity.”
With that, she untied the string on the shoulder and pulled down your gown below your breasts. You could see your nipples erect like bullets. With her other hand, she pinched your nipple and you gasped at how sensitive it was. Then she started rubbing it with her two fingers which sent waves through your body and to your brain.
You were biting into the back of your hand as you tried not to make too much noise as your legs shivered against the stirrups.
“OK, no lactation yet and your breasts feel normal,” as she palpated your breasts. Then she lifted the gown to cover your breasts again.
At this point, a fully gowned Nurse Nancy entered the room with an ultrasound machine and brought it close to your feet and started inserting the trans-vaginal transducer into a condom. Looking at how she rolled on the condom was firing your imagination to overdrive.
She brandished it in the air as she coated it sparingly with surgilube. Then she inserted it slowly into you. You squirmed at the initial touch at the entrance but luxuriated the long steady thrust as it went towards your cervix. A long satisfying moan left your lips as you tilt your head back and closed your eyes as you were consumed with pleasure.
The echoey sound of the machine filled the room as she manipulated the wand deep inside you.
“Good. Excellent. It is growing well….” she said as she clicked repeatedly on the machine, taking measurements.
“We can prepare the patient for the procedure,” she said when she was done.
You should be paying attention but she were too drowsy and your sensitive canal was sending fireworks to your brain which caused your body into uncontrollable spasms whenever you were touched. Your brain was starting to feel really mushy.
You were also distracted by Nurse Nancy who was now at the head of the table. She glided her hand under your gown and started to fix electrodes to your chest and shoulders. Then the room started to beep with your heart beats. She would make it a point to brush your erect nipples as she manipulated the electrodes which drew involuntary gasps from you.
Then without warning, the transducer started to vibrate intensely. Nurse Rita tilted it upwards to make sure the handle rested on your clit. With her other hand, she rubbed your dripping juice down your perineum and spreaded it around your anus. With one firm push, she inserted two gloved fingers into your rectum and began thrusting in and out in long slow motion.
You were thrashing against the legs restraints, unable to control yourself. You tried to muffle your moaning with your hands but whenever she hit a sensitive spot, you would jump and allowed a high pitched groan to escape.
Seeing your “distress”, Nurse Nancy caressed your cheeks with her gloved hands and told you to relax. Then she lowered your gown and exposed your breasts. With both hands, she started to pinch and tease your nipples. You wanted her to stop but it was such a relief to have her ease your yearning. She was bent over your head with her tummy pressed against the top of your head while her ample bosoms rested on your forehead. With your eyes closed, you could smell the antiseptic in the laundered scrubs. Your world was a spinning mix of the premedication and ultra-sensitive physical stimulation.
They were both unrelenting and you were now thrusting your hips uncontrollably while both your hands were on Nurse Nancy's gloved hands over your breasts. Before long, you crossed the threshold and came in uncontrollable spurts. Your legs thrashed against the restraints on the stirrups as your body writhed on the table causing your abdomen to cramp up.
“Good girl…. Very good…” You heard her say in between your orgasmic spasms.
“Patient S34…. Patient S34, you are with us?” you heard as you slowly came back to earth. You slowly opened your eyes, realising that you had dozed off. “How are you feeling?” asked Nurse Nancy as she wiped the sweat off your face and gave you an oxygen mask.
“Everything seems to be in order,” said Nurse Rita. “You are two months pregnant and the foetus Is growing well.” You knew it all along but the confirmation still caused some consternation.
“I know it's a bit hard to focus right now, but we need you to make an important decision.”
You squint your eyes to get the world back to focus but it was not helpful. Beyond the fatigue of the intense orgasms, you felt drugged and sluggish. Your body was still hyper sensitive and your brain felt like cotton. You wondered what drug they gave you earlier but it was impossible to focus. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying.
“We need to you to confirm that you want to proceed with the procedure.”
You tried very hard to focus and remembered why you came to the clinic.
“Yes, I want an abortion,” you said weakly.
“OK, good. We will need you to sign an authorisation form. In the event of any emergency, we will admit you to The Fertility Institute,” she said as she brought a form on a clipboard. You tried to read but it was pointless. You simply initialled when she held your hand to the dotted line.
“Very good, Patient S34. We shall proceed with the procedure,” she said and things started to move really fast, especially to your sluggish brain.
Nurse Nancy wheeled the ultrasound rack out of the room and came back with an anesthesia rack. Two other nurses in full scrubs came in to assist. The sudden change in atmosphere added a clinical edge to the room. You realised that you were indeed going to have an operation and you felt more alert as adrenaline rushed through your system. There was a sudden sense of apprehension and uncertainty.
Nurse Nancy started securing your right hand to the arm rest and hooked you up to a saline drip. As you instinctively lifted your left hand, another nurse caught hold of it and brought it down onto the other arm rest and secured it. You tried to sit up but it was impossible to do so with the restraints and the drug coursing through your veins.
Another nurse slipped a donut ring under your head and gently but firmly pulled your chin back to rest your head on it. You felt weak and helpless.
“We are going to sedate you for the procedure,” she said as you saw from the corner of your eyes Nurse Nancy placed a tray with several loaded syringes by your hand.
As she started emptying a couple of the syringes into your IV port, warmth spread from the site to the rest of your body and a sudden wave of nausea hit you immediately. You shut your eyes tightly hoping that it would stop but you found yourself floating. You opened your eyes and the world was spinning.
“Relax… we will take good care of you..” said the nurse holding your head. You could only see her eyes above her mask and they were floating in and out of focus. You felt your strength draining away. Your struggles slowed to just occasional twitches. You laid there helpless, and pliant. You drifted in and out of consciousness. Everything that happened after felt detached as you had intermittent spells of blanking out.
“You are not unfamiliar with the procedures. We will start by shaving you clean down here,” Nurse Rita said as she ran her gloved fingers around your private parts, then down the perineum and around your anus. You felt the thick and warm lather, then the scraping of the razor… then warm cloth wiping your smooth hairless bottom.
“Next comes the Foley catheter to take care of your liquid waste.” You heard the sound of tearing plastic bags, and squirting of jelly. There was a generous lather of antiseptic aroind your entire groin area. Then you felt fingers on your labia, unsheathing your urethra, and a stinging burning sensation and a sudden urge to go. The pressure continue to mount as you felt your bladder bloating up. And shortly after, you felt it drain.
“Good. We are almost done. The final prep, the rectal catheter,” she said as she unwrapped another sterile pack with coiled tubes. You felt her coating your anus with lubricant and the catheter tip glided with her finger. Then you felt it inflating until it was firmly lodged while your sphinchter wrapped around the tube.
You wonder why the need for a rectal catheter but you were finding it hard to think with the flurry of sound and activity around you. Moreover, the plugs in your urethra and rectum were distracting enough to make your head swim.
“Patient is fully prepped and we are ready to go,” announced Nurse Rita as she removed her gloves.
You took it that they were going ahead with the abortion. Despite the drug's, you started experiencing mild excitement and the beeping of your heart rate started to pick up speed accordingly. Between the two plugs below which was attracting a lot of your attention, you felt another trickle of your syrupy juice flow from your slit down your anus.
Then you felt the hand under your chin tightened locking your head against the tummy of the nurse. As you look up, you saw her reaching out for the mask from the anesthesia rack. At the same same, she nodded to Nurse Nancy. Following her gaze, you saw Nurse Nancy picked up the last syringe filled with a white milky drug. The Propofol! She screwed the syringe into the IV port and pressed down the plunger. You could feel the drug flowed up your vein and spread across your chest.
Just then, the translucent mask came into sight and filled your entire view. It then cupped firmly over your mouth and nose. “Breathe,” you heard the nurse said. The mask hissed as you breathed. The nurse worked some dials and the clean fresh air turned thick and heavy, leaving a chemical sweet after taste at the back of your throat.
“Yes, good deep breaths. Yes, that's it,” said the nurse as she egged you on. Her eyes now filled your entire vision. Your world was now spinning wildly as you were hit by waves of drowsiness. Your body jerked instinctively as you felt yourself falling as you transitioned between being awake and asleep.
“Relax. Just let go,” said the nurse. Your visioned tunnelled. Her eyes became the only thing you saw, sky blue that kept glowing brighter until all was white. “Yes, close your eyes and sleep. Gooooodd…” you heard her saying.
Just as you were drifting off, you heard a voice said, "Proceed to intubate and insertion of nasogastric tube for feeding. Patient is ready for incubation at The Fertility Institute." You realised too late that they were not proceeding with the abortion as you lost consciousness...
