[newbalogna]

Trigger warning! There is a forensic exam that **** survivors may find unpleasant.

Kimmy was let out of the cruiser in front of the hospital. She drew her coarse woolen blanket tightly around herself as she walked through the ambulance entrance.
The officer came up to the front desk. "Hey, Cindy" she tells the secretary. "We uhhh ... called ahead."
"Oh, hey sweetie" the secrattary says. Look, there's a problem, our normal Forensic Nurse is not available. We're calling one of the instructors from a local college Forensic department. He won't be here for an hour, though. Can you guys wait in the waiting room? The ER is too full during this heat wave to have you guys just ... sitting in a room."
Before she knew it, Kimmy was escorted to the packed waiting room. There was quite a press of people in there, and not enough chairs, not that you'd feel safe sitting in just the blanket. People moaning, coughing, vomiting. Slowly but surely, every noticed her presence: the girl in the too hot blanket, and nothing else, being escorted by a cop.
Kimmy felt self conscious as people look at her long bare legs and cleavage showing.
The hour or so was painfully long. On a big screen TV, CNN went on and on about some random politicians gaffe, and clearly, she was becoming the entertainment.
After forever, she was lead to an exam room. In there, a tall male nurse with grey hair and scrubs was waiting for her. "Hello, I'm Bob. I teach forensic nursing at the local nursing college. I'm sorry, the regular nurse is out sick." He clears his throat. "Have you ever had a forensic exam before?"
Kimmy shook her head. "Um no never."
"Well, I hate to say it, but it takes about 4 hours, and there's LOTS of steps"
Kimmy sighed. “Can’t we avoid this?”
Bob looked at the officer, who looked at you.
"Remember what we talked about" the officer said. "It's up to you, but ..."
After she relented, Bob continued. "We'll start by just sitting down, and you just tell me every place you were contacted on your body, and what you were contacted with."
“Well um I fell on him.. and he licked me on um.. my boobs.”
"OK," Bob nodded, taking some notes. "Were you touched with hands anywhere?"
“Oh my butt yeah.”
He makes notes. "Anywhere else?"
“Um I think that’s it.”
He nods, writing it down. "Were you touched with any sex toys, either purchased sex toys, or impromptu ones, like, cucumbers, etcetera?"
“Umm, no.”
"Did you touch any one with your hands?"
“Yes, as I fell.”
"What parts of the body did you touch?"
“I’m not sure it was chaotic.”
He nods and writes it down. “Did any genitals touch you?”
“No.”
“Did you touch any genitals?”
“Nope!”
Bob chuckled a bit as he wrote it down.
“Did any semen make contact with your body anywhere? How about urine or feces? Did your vaginal secretions get on anyone?
After the round of remaining no’s, he put the paper away, and pulled out a Polaroid camera from a box. "I need to take pictures of the places you say you were touched... where would you feel most comfortable starting?"
Kimmy breathed hard. The invasive questions had made her feel very exposed, but now pictures? She bit her lip. “Uh.. my legs?”
"Okay, then. could you give your wrap to the officer, then?"
Trying to keep herself covered with her arms and hands, Kimmy took off the blanket and handed it over.
"Okay then. Put one leg up on this stool, and then I'll take a picture of the inside of your thigh. Then we'll do the other side."
Arm over boobs hand over pussy, Kimmy put her leg up.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to need you to remove your hands from the shot,. Please."
"B..but you'll see my..my.. pussy!"
"I'm sorry, but the photo will be invalid otherwise."
Kimmy mumbled "Oh my god", took a breath and worked up the courage to do it.. then blushed and removed her hand, moving it up so both arms cover her boobs, and exposes her shaved pussy.
A bright flash, and the polaroid cranked out a picture from the bottom.
The examiner put the picture to develop on the table. "Okay, and switch legs."
“M..my pussy wont be in the picture will it?”
/me puts the other leg up, legs slightly apart
Bob shrugs. "I mean, this isn't a penthouse spread, or anything. It's just high in the corner of the picture."
"It kind of feels like it is!"
Bob took a picture of your other leg.
“This is very embarrassing.”
"Now then, the back of your thighs and buttocks, and your breasts remain. Which would you prefer to do next."
“um.. buttocks.”
"OK, then, could you turn around."
Kimmy stood up and turned, showing her firm round bare ass.
He took another picture.
"OK, just the breasts remain. Please turn around."
She turned around nervously, arms over her boobs.
"Arms above your head, please."
She blushed and bit her lip as she raises her hands up, exposing her big tits and leaving her nude in front of the 2 men.
Bob took a picture of first one breast, then the other.
"OK I need you to hop on the table. Next, I need to comb through your hair to look for hairs that aren't yours."
Bob turned a bright light on your head, and put on wearable magnifying glasses. He takes a plastic comb and began to slowly comb through every inch of her hair. It took forever. He finished that, and looked under all her finger nails for tissue. Then, he looked a little sad. "I'm sorry, but next, I have to comb through your pubic hairs."
“B..but i dont have any.”
He pulled some gynecology stirrups out of the table. Clearing his throat, he said "You ... uhhh ... have some stubble."
Kimmy trembled as she put her legs up in the stirrups. He brought the bright light down to shine on her mons, and began to comb through the stubble. When he was done, he turned off the bright light.
“OK, nearly there, 2 more steps.” He turned off the room lights, and turned on a black light, and ran it across her body. He pointed out her breasts. “There are the secretions you mentioned, I just need to swab them.”
Kimmy suppressed a moan as the swab ran across her nipples, making them stand up.
He turned on the room lights again. “Last step … I need to do an internal swab.”
“Internal … where?”
“Gynecological.”
Kimmy shook her head. “No. Please. I swear, there’s no … DNA … there!”
The officer cocked his head.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine!” She blushed as Bob pulled out a metal speculum.
“I’m really sorry, but lube interferes with the exam, so this may be a little uncomfortable going in.”
Kimmy tried to ignore the cold metal slipping itself in, unsuccessfully. She felt Bob open it up, and he twisted the knob that held it open. He passed the swab in, and pulled it out. “That’s it, you’re all done.”
Then, Bob accidently twisted the release knob the wrong way. It clamped down on her too-near clit, and firmly stuck.
Kimmy squealed. “W-what!” She instinctively reached for the offending device, but touching it sent powerful jolts through her.
“Oh no! I’m so …!” He fiddled with the knob, pulled at the device, but that just made Kimmy writhe more.
“Uhh, uhh, I’m going to get the doctor to help.” With that, he quickly left the room.
Kimmy tried to get out of the stirrups, but every move caused the speculum to jostle, stimulating her more.
The doctor came in with Bob, and repeated a lot of the same steps Bob did, much to Kimmy’s further stimulation.
She grit her teeth, and told them to stop.
“I have an idea,” the doctor said, leaving the room.
As Kimmy waited for the doctor to return, the two men waited in increasing discomfort, as Kimmy tried harder to suppress her moans. As she edged closer, even breathing brought her closer.
The doctor burst back in. “I’m going to try spraying the stuck knob with WD40.”
“Please … anything!”
The doctor lined up the nozzle, and fired a blast that struck her clit more or less directly. This pushed Kimmy over the edge, loudly and dramatically, in front of the three uncomfortably frozen men.
The doctor collected himself first, and was now able to successfully unscrew the device and pull it out.
The doctor took a deep breath, and then excused himself.
Kimmy collected herself, and pulled herself out of the stirrups, onto shaky legs. The officer handed her the blanket back.
“I … I’m so sorry,” Bob sputtered. “That was so … bad …”
Kimmy just wanted to go. “Are we done here?”
Bob nodded, and she followed the officer out.
As she was led through the ER, all eyes were on her. She suddenly realized everyone had heard her.