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When I was 12 years old I had a bicycle accident. I was riding on the sidewalk and it had just finished raining. I misjudged how deep the puddle was and went over my handlebars and got tangled up and the end of one of the handlebars jabbed me in the groin. I was badly bruised and had a gash right next to my vagina. I had also got the wind knocked out of me so didn't respond when a neighbor saw me and called 911. I only have a vague foggy memory of all of that and I'm glad I don't actually remember the fall itself. Rescue took me to the emergency room and a few minutes later my Mom was there. I was just starting to come out of the daze when she got there. Since I wasn't a critical case it took a while before I got examined. They rolled me into a room where a nurse helped me out of my shorts and top and underwear and into a hospital gown. I never wore one before and found it awkward that it was completely open in the back. Next they rolled me into another exam room and that is when things got humiliating. They had me take off my gown and I was completely naked. Then they got me onto the table and before I knew it they had pulled out and set up and adjusted a pair of stirrups. I had never seen them before. I had never had a gynecological exam before though my mom had described it to me when I was ten and told me I would have my first gyno exam when I was 13. As it turns out she was off a year. The doctor, a man in his forties, sat on a stool with my legs wide open and his face almost right at my vagina. He had gloves on but it was so humiliating and degrading having him look in me while holding my vagina open. He told me I would need stitches and he wanted a gynecologist to look at me. I sat there naked with my legs up and the door only partly closed in that exam room waiting almost an hour before he came back, this time with a gynecologist. The gynecologist was another man, he was in his fifties. The two men stood there for a moment and then the gynecologist sat down on the stool and pocked and prodded at my vagina. The two of them talked medical stuff for a few minutes while I lay there contemplating suicide. Then the doctor left the room for a moment and came back "I hope you don't mind young lady but we don't get a lot of injuries like this so I have some medical students who want to watch." Just then five more guys all came in, all were good looking and all in their twenties and all saw me held open naked on the table. They crowded around. I was so embarrassed that I started to pee and a couple of the students giggled and then I was even more humiliated. At one point both doctors and one student had hands on my pussy. The gynecologist rubbed my engorged clit and said something to the students about observing my response to stimuli. Then invited each student to sit down and take a good look at my "almost freakish" hymen configuration. They were practically gushing in delight while they took turns holding my vagina lips open so they could gawk inside my vagina. While the last student was examining me I peed a little more and he giggled while directing my spray of urine into a bed pan. Then the gynecologist pronounced my vagina free of internal injury and turned me over to the other doctor who injected me with anesthesia and sewed up my cut thigh which was right in the crease at my vagina. The students all stood there gawking while the doctor did this. I was in that exam room for about three hours all together. It was a nightmare of humiliation. Finally it was over. The students filed out and the doctor was the last to leave, leaving me lying in bed with my feet still up in the stirrups. A nurse came in half an hour later and helped me off the table and got me dressed again in the gown but told me I could not wear underwear or shorts or pants for at least two weeks. She gave my mom paperwork. Mom had been sitting in the waiting room the whole time. I wasn't allowed to do any walking so they wheeled me to my mom's car then helped me in the back seat. When we got home mom carried me upstairs and into bed. Nobody had helped me get dressed since I was five. Mom helped me out of the gown and into a night gown without underwear and confined me to bed pretty much for the next two weeks. She didn't let me pee myself. If I had to use the bathroom she carried me into the bathroom and took off my night gown and sat me on the toilet naked and then told me to call her when I was done. When I was done she wiped me because she was afraid I wouldn't be careful and damage the stitches. So I had to endure that humiliation as well. Then she put my gown back on me and carried me back to bed. When Dad got home from work he took his turn at it. It's bad enough having your mom help you use the bathroom when you are twelve but to have your Dad help you is all the more humiliating. But Dad made it worse by insisting on sitting on the edge of the tub watching me and when I peed he said he as concerned I might get pee on my stitches so he reached down and held my pussy lips open and guided my stream into the toilet. Then he wiped me clean. Those two weeks I imagined a dozen different ways to kill myself. Mom and Dad took turns bathing me by giving me sponge baths. I am certain they both deliberately spent way too much time cleaning between my legs. Finally the day came to have the stitches out. When I got there the receptionist was excited. She said students were there to participate in my follow up exam. I was led to an exam room and stripped naked and installed on the exam table and stirrups and a few minutes later the gynecologist and four of the five students who saw me before were there. My mom was not. They each took turns sitting down and examining me close up like before all the while talking back and forth about how my vagina was abnormal due to my freakish hymen and when they took turns rubbing my clit they made comments about how it was freakishly oversize like a small penis and how when I was a baby some doctors might do a DNA test to see if I was really a girl due to the way my genitals looked. Then the gynecologist decided to show his students how to put in a catheter. He explained that it was necessary to prevent me from accidentally peeing while he took out the stitches. He said it in a way as though he thought I was unable to control myself like a baby. So he had each student take turns putting the catheter in and taking it out again. each time I felt it go all the way into my bladder. Finally he left it in and pulled out the stitches. He pointed out to the students how I was now urinating into the bag and held up the bag to show them. Once the stitches were out he then invited each student to take turns again examining me up close. Then, mercifully it was over and they all filed back out and a while later a nurse uninstalled me from the exam table and stirrups and helped me put my night gown back on and led me out to my mom. When I got home Mom told me that she and my dad still had to look at my vagina every day for another two weeks to make sure I didn't get an infection. Dad always took way longer than mom to look. That was the most humiliating month of my life and it was a year before I got brave enough to get back on the bicycle. I wasn't afraid due to a fear of having another accident and hurting myself. I was afraid I'd have to endure another month of humiliation if I did. That was three years ago. I still see that gynecologist and I am still humiliated every time he examines me. He always seems to have a student around to participate. The second most embarrassing time was when I was 13 and in the stirrups and he had two students observing and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and had worked a finger through my tight hymen and caused me to have an orgasm while the students gawked at my naked body. That was my first orgasm and I was a little scared when it happened and it was so embarrassing to have three men watch me have my first orgasm. After that though I became something of a nympho. I talked my older brother's friend into taking my virginity which he was happy to do and then the next time the gynecologist saw me he congratulated me on losing my virginity and then introduced me to the speculum. I could not believe how wide he was able to stretch my vagina with that thing and I was also surprised by the fact that it was not painful or at least not as bad as I expected it to be after I saw it. And of course he had a couple of students with him who took turns learning how to probe my cervix and palpate and they found my g-spot and each took turns rubbing me to an orgasm. After that I started to get horny every time I went to the gynecologist which was four times a year. I had orgasms every time and then I got horny from being humiliated. I started to fantasize about being tied up and forced to have orgasms in front of whole audiences of men while men took turns three at a time fucking me. The more they looked and touched the more I liked it. Now I look forward to seeing the gynecologist every three months. On my last visit there were five students and my gynecologist all taking turns rubbing me to orgasm while they fingered me. I only wish one of them took out their dick and fucked my mouth while they were at it.

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