The Doctor Robust 8: colonoscopy

I woke up confused and disoriented, with my senses dulled. I could barely move.

"Angel, focus" I said to myself out loud. My voice sounded muffled. "Where am I?"

I turned my head from side to side. I was in a medical room lit by a dim light. I was lying naked on a kind of gynecological exam table. It wasn't a normal exam table, it was one of those used for gynecological exams on women. My legs were up in the air, with my calves resting on metal stirrups. What caused an adrenaline rush was that my legs were tied to them. I came to my senses. I tried to move my hands: I couldn't. My wrists were tied to the frame. My round ass was well exposed on the edge.

"But what the hell..."

I didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there. I was very dizzy from hunger and some drug. I made an effort to remember. My neurons bounced inside my head and the light came on: that afternoon I had left my house on my way to Ernesto's office.

"Ah, of course. The damn colonoscopy."

Since none of my messages were getting through to him, I had played the last card I had to see the Doctor: the colonoscopy I had pending. This had to be something to do with that morbid bastard. That gave me some hope because it meant that the doctor would appear at any moment. I cheered up at the idea of seeing him again.

I remembered that I had been anesthetized before they inserted the camera into my ass. I remembered that I had seen with excitement the Doctor arriving, that my pulses had skyrocketed, and how I had put the plastic mask on my mouth before I could speak. I remembered that the last thing I saw before losing consciousness was his gaze: icy and full of burning resentment at the same time, accompanied by a sinister smile. And now I was here.

The door opened and someone entered the room. It wasn't Ernesto. He was black, African American, or rather coffee with milk with a lot of coffee, tall and corpulent. His doctor's gown ended in wide legs like tree trunks.

"Our patient has finally awakened. It seems that the anesthesia has a stronger effect on you than normal." He approached me at a slow pace while looking at some papers.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, Angel. I'm Dr. Wilson, a colleague of Dr. Robusto."

He wasn't looking at me while speaking. He was only reading the papers with the typical calmness of a doctor doing his homework and used to patients giving him a hard time.

"And where is Ernesto?"

"He had to leave for an emergency surgery and asked me to take care of his patient."

"Okay, fine... And can you tell me why I'm tied to this gynecological exam table?"

"Obviously, because I'm going to examine your cunt. I'm a gynecologist."

He said it so calmly, like someone saying it's going to rain tomorrow. The contrast between that astonishing calmness and the content of his words drove me crazy.

"What the...?"

He s...