Free The Ghosts of Ravencrest (The Ravencrest Saga Book 1) by Tamara Thorne, Alistair Cross Page A

Cool air played across her exposed body.
    “Virginia - Nurse Massengil, have you prepared the pelvic tray?”
    Oh God, what’s a pelvic tray?
    “Yes, Doctor.” She heard the woman walking over and then saw her place a tray of shiny instruments on a little rolling cart at the side of the exam table. There were big Q-tips and a kit that said “pap” on it, along with several pairs of latex gloves, a big tube of KY-Jelly, and three duck-billed metal devices, and something that looked like a miniature rocket, white domed with a smooth clear plastic exterior.
    What in heaven’s name are those things? They’re going to hurt me!
    Dr. Akin smiled down at her. “You’re fine, relax. Now I’m going to put your feet up.” He tugged on either side of the bottom of the exam table and two leg holders flipped out. She couldn’t believe her eyes. “Now, Belinda, just relax, and I’ll take care of everything.” He lifted her right ankle with one hand, cupped her calf with the other and began to raise her leg into the air. “It’s okay, relax. Let me do the work.”
    Belinda couldn’t answer but willed herself to comply. A second later, her calf rested on the holder and her heel was in a stirrup. He did the same with the other leg. She felt so exposed she wanted to cry. But I won’t. I refuse to cry.
    “Now, Belinda, I need you to scoot forward a few inches, so your bottom is right at the edge of the table. Can you do that for me?”
    She opened her eyes. Dr. Akin stood between her legs. Dr. Johnson just behind him, and the nurse right by one of the stirrups, taking it all in - All of me! - and all three of them smiling. Belinda tried to scoot, but the paper on the table beneath her bunched up.
    “Don’t worry,” Dr. Akin said, his voice warm and honeyed, peaceful, calm. “I’ll help you.” He put his arms around her legs and lifted her bottom off the table. “Virginia, please fix the paper.”
    The nurse did so, and then Dr. Akin pulled Belinda forward by her legs a few inches and lowered her down. Her bottom was hanging over the edge and the pressure spread her, so she felt cool air in new places. “Oops,” said the doctor. He placed one hand on each of her butt cheeks and pushed back, then examined her position. “Yes, that’s just right. Comfortable, Belinda?”
    “No.”
    “It’s your first time. I know this is a little shocking, but trust me, next time you won’t even blink.”
    Belinda doubted that very much.
    “I should rephrase my question. Are you in any pain? Is anything pinching or hurting?”
    “No.”
    “Very good. Nurse?”
    The woman’s hands went to one stirrup, then the other fastening wide Velcro straps over her ankles. Then she retreated.
    “Why?” asked Belinda.
    “The straps?”
    She nodded.
    “Well, it’s just in case, once you’re in position, you might get a leg cramp and bop your doctor on the head.”
    “I’m not going to get a leg cramp.”
    “You’re not in position yet.”
    “I’d prefer you undo them,” Belinda said, her voice breathy. “They make me feel very claustrophobic.”
    Dr. Akin pressed a lever under the table and her legs began to open wider and wider until she was spread-eagled, all of her privates on display. “Now you’re in position,” the doctor told her. “And we’ll be done in just a couple minutes.”
    “But-”
    “Don’t worry.” He snapped on a pair of latex gloves. “It’ll be over before you know it. Nurse, my stool.”
    Belinda heard something being rolled toward her, then the doctor sat down so his face was just inches from her vagina. And her anus. Could this be any more humiliating? In as long as she could remember, only she had seen her privates. When she was about ten, she took a hand mirror to bed with her, and a flashlight, and had looked so hard and been so fascinated by what was down there that she didn’t know anyone was watching until her mother snatched off the covers.
    Momma had been horrified and made her