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“Come here. Spread your legs.” She took my genitals in her hand and

palpated them for what seemed like hours. Her touch was cold.

“Turn around. Bend over with hands on knees, and spread your legs. Keep

perfectly still.” I felt her probing between my ass cheeks, then something

cool and slippery was being inserted into me.

“It’s only a finger. Stop squirming! Now get up on the table and lie down.

Please. Flat on your stomach. Spread-eagle your arms and legs.”

Galatea took my left arm by the wrist and began fastening a strap around

it. “Hey, what’s going on?” I croaked.

“I am securing your arms and legs for the next phase of the examination.

So, how badly do you need this job?”

“Badly, Staff Supervisor Galatea,” I said, and I extended my other arm

for her to buckle.

“This shouldn’t be too unpleasant,” she said. “It’s only a proctoscope.

A colonoscopy is mandatory for all our candidates for customer service

positions.”

It didn’t hurt going in. I’ve probably had thicker cocks up my ass. But

she just kept on pushing it in, higher and higher up into my gut. It

must have been a couple of feet deep and it kept going in!

“Excuse me, Supervisor. It feels like you’re a plumber trying to unclog a

stopped-up drain. Geez, you’re using that thing like a Roto Rooter. Ahhh!”

“Oh, hush. It’s not half as bad as that. We’re required to examine the

bottom foot and a half of your rectum and lower colon. You’ll be pleased

to know that your intestines pass muster. You’ll do just fine.”

Now I could feel that monstrous metal snake snaking its way out of me.

Good thing it was lubed up or it would have pulled my guts right back

out of my asshole. Funny thing, though. I had sort of enjoyed the

experience. In fact, I had a raging hardon.

“Uh, excuse me, but what exactly were you looking for inside me?”

“Abnormalities and malformations, of course. But the purpose of the exam

is to judge whether your rectum is suitable for intercourse . . . anal

intercourse, that is. With a bit of conditioning, you’ll do just fine

in that area.”

“Conditioning, Supervisor?”

“Yes. Shall we begin?”

“Well . . . ”

“Climb up on the table again, my good man. This time on your back. Now

raise up your legs, one at a time, and place them into the stirrups.”

Stirrups? Her voice-command had transformed the examination table into

something that would have been right at home in a gynecologist’s office.

Galatea buckled my legs with the restraints, then my arms.

The bottom half of the table tilted upward, exposing my naked crotch

and bottom. I felt totally vulnerable.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” she said.

She had pulled on a latex gloves and was reaching toward me. I felt an

intense freezing shock as she sprayed something on my crotch area.

“A local anesthetic,” she said. I’m going to insert a Sta-Hard implant

beneath the skin of the scrotum. That will enhance your work performance.”

I’d heard of those things. The implants consist of a subminiaturized

electronic module that controls blood flow and nerve impulse propagation

to the penis. They make it possible to sustain an erection for hours at

a time.