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

confess to the old priest at the school, and had covered her dresser mirror and taken away the hand mirror. She even took away the little compact she’d kept in her purse. Calling her daughter a whore, she made her sit in the corner for two hours every night for a month and tucked her sheets in so hard she could barely move, let alone raise her knees. Her mother checked on her early in the morning to make sure the tucks were as tight as they had been at bedtime. And she made her wear knitted mittens to bed to keep her from touching herself.
    “Belinda? Are you ready?”
    “I-”
    A cold blob of something - gel, she realized - hit her open vagina.
    “It’s a little cold,” the doctor said, “But we’ll warm it up right now.”
    And his fingers began to move the gel around, sliding it all over her nether regions, rubbing it into her lower lips with gentle care.
    Almost like a lover . The thought was unbidden, unwanted. It’s wrong to like this ... Normal people don’t like this. But it felt so good.  
    He massaged her labia and Dr. Johnson stood behind him, watching. He added more gel to her clitoris and then rubbed that in with such a light caressing motion that she felt a strange ache in her groin and had to fight the urge to push herself into his hand.  
    The pleasure increased and she felt beads of sweat prickling her hairline. Her senses heightened and she became aware of everything around her - the overhead light illuminating her, the sounds of Dr. Akin’s steady breathing, the light smell of antiseptic idling in the air, the eyes on her body.
    Her own breathing grew deeper and the oxygen seemed revitalizing somehow - fresh and delicious in an inexplicable new way. Her eyes rolled back of their own accord and she closed her lids to conceal the fact. Is this normal? Does everyone feel this way? What’s wrong with me?
    And then he puddled gel over her anus and began rubbing it around the opening. Her eyes flipped open. “What are you doing back there?”
    “Just preparing you for the anal exam,” he said as he continued to massage the lubricant in. “This isn’t KY. This is a cream with a mild anesthetic in it to ease any discomfort and it takes a few minutes before it starts working.” He placed his finger over her anus. “Do you feel that?”
    “Yes.”
    “I want you to relax and push out a little so that I can insert a little cream inside you, okay Belinda?”
    “I’ll try.” Panic had eaten away all the good feelings. She couldn’t push, but his finger probed into her. It was weird, humiliating, though physically, not as bad as she had feared.
    “There we go. All done.” He snapped his gloves off and put on a new pair. A moment later, she felt something at her vaginal opening and then cool gel flowing into her. “Relax for me now, Belinda.”
    One of his fingers entered her, slow and steady. She gasped. It hurt a little.
    “Tight,” he said.  
    “Healthy,” Nurse Massengil commented.  
    “Doctor Johnson,” said Dr. Akin, “put on a glove. I’d like you to feel this.”
    Belinda wanted to die.
    The intern gloved up, lubricated his fingers then moved into position as Dr. Akin rolled his stool back. The young man’s fingers were in her opening and starting to hurt when Dr. Akin said, “No. Just one finger. She’s a virgin and compactly built.”
    The fingers pulled back then only one entered. It hurt a little less than Dr. Akin’s because it was smaller.
    “See if you can feel her cervix.”
    Belinda yelped as the young man pushed hard. He pulled back. “No, I can’t feel it.”
    “I’ll take over.” The men swapped positions. “Nurse, give me the smallest speculum, please. Lube it well.”
    Belinda heard it slap into his hand then cold metal began to part her lips. It was almost enough to make her forget about the upcoming anal invasion. “This speculum is one we use for young girls. It may make you feel rather full because your hymen is quite sturdy, but it won’t hurt