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Naughty Wife’s Diary: Got screwed with an instrument

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I went to Port Harcourt with my sister-in-law and saw the man whom she said could work wonders and put a baby inside my womb. He was a gynecologist and a prayer warrior combined.
“He is a trust worthy man,’ Aunty Vero boasted to me as we sat side by side in the taxi ferrying us to the man’s abode. ‘He doesn’t only carry out his practice scientifically but involves spirituality too.’
I nodded mutely, not impressed at all. I had heard so much of such BS and also patronized them, yet, I am still without child.
Aunt Vero must have suspected my state of mind for she added, ‘Just have faith. You need to join your faith with the people working for you.’
I nodded again. I was tired.
We got to the house. To be honest, the guy had a nice pad arranged for himself. A duplex, painted in lemon and terracotta. Colorful flowers, expensively manicured, adorned the sidewalk and the verandah. It was a breath-taking sight. But immediately I saw the man, my spirit plummeted again.
The man was of average height, slim and bespectacled. He wore a short-sleeved white shirt and black trousers. A gold chain twinkled on his neck and wrist.
He was well spoken and before long I was sort of warming up to him and believing him. He used medical jargons. Some I was familiar with and majority I never heard of.
‘I need to examine you,’ he said.
I was reluctant. What I didn’t want was another stranger perusing my cunt. I had had enough of that. I was already used to my gynecologists in Abuja seeing my vagina and I was okay with that. I hate to add a total stranger to that list.
‘Come on,’ he urged me, his hand outstretched towards me as if to take my hand.
Aunty Vero drilled me a glare from where she was sitting and I was on my feet at once. I followed the doctor to a state of the art examination room inside his house.
He brought out a syringe to inject me with something.
‘It would reduce any pain you might feel during the procedure,’ he explained.
‘I didn’t know I was supposed to feel pain during ordinary examination,’ I told him.
He smiled at me. ‘It is a mild anesthesia. Due to anxiety most women wouldn’t stay still to allow a thorough examination. And that may impede diagnosis. We need to get it right once and for all.’
I allowed him inject me, at the same making up my mind to trust this man with my nakedness. Fuck it, doctors were meant to see vaginas all the time, it’s not like they see vagina as erotic thing anymore, especially if it belonged to a patient.
He made little talk as I pulled my trousers and my panties, and by the time I was on my back on the examination table, I was kind of drowsy, but still alert. I had stopped responding to anything he was saying.
I felt him insert something steely into me. I was used to that one already. A lot of examination equipment had been used in me since I started running from pillar to post seeking for the fruit of the womb.
But what was new was what the doctor was doing with it. He was fucking me with the instrument.
My eyes opened wider as I craned my neck to see what he was doing. The guy’s face shocked me.
He was in the throes of passion. Saying things I hear from Jimmy, my husband, when we are in bed and screwing each other to oblivion.
‘Yess….yess..’ the doctor was muttering or whispering in little crying voice as he inserted and removed the instrument repeatedly. ‘Your cunt is perfect…yes… say you love me…say you love me.’
White anger welled up in my throat, and before I could think of controlling myself, I gave him a kick only a mule could deliver.

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I sat up quickly almost tumbling to the floor. ‘What the hell were you doing?’ I screamed at him.
He was shocked. ‘You…you were supposed to be…’
‘Yes, knocked out,’ I interrupted him. ‘if you had asked me, I would have told you that it would take three times what knocks an average woman out to knock me out. What the fuck were you doing inside me? Were you molesting me? You were raping me with your stupid instrument, you stupid fuck.’
He swore with all the gods in heaven and earth but I was adamant. I reported him to Aunty Vero but she chose not to believe me. She said I never wanted to come in the first place and so was trying to discredit the good doctor.
I walked out on her, took the next available flight back to Abuja and reported the doctor to my husband. He called his sister and gave her the length of his tongue, then called a doctor friend of his in PH and was told that I was not the only woman who had complained of such.
I am ready to fight that stupid cunt if the other women would back me up. I am really pissed right now.

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