Doctor’s Appointment – Chapter 3
“Hi Vanessa, I’m Dr. Jones. I will be doing some check ups and alterations on you today.”
The doctor locks the door and takes off the towel covering Vanessa’s naked body, a renewed sense of shame swept through her.
“What a gorgeous figure we have under here.”
Her limbs grew weak as she observed the tray full of needles; her cheeks went from embarrassed red to ghostly pale.
“I’m not feeling so well. Could we perhaps do this another time?” Vanessa trembles.
“Don’t be silly, you’ll be okay,” Rayne says.
She tries to wriggle away as soon as Rayne unstraps her from the chair, but the doctor lifts and places her in the patient’s chair without effort.
“Remember, there are consequences if you don’t comply.”
“No, no, no, please, you don’t understand, I’m terrified of needles,” Vanessa chokes as tears welled up.
She spirals hysterically, struggling and screaming despite having her wrists and ankles tied together.
“Don’t worry my dear, I’m good at what I do and I’ll try my best to keep you comfortable. It’ll only feel like a pinch. You’re going to be a big girl for me today.”
Rayne shoves a ball gag into Vanessa’s mouth to seal any protests. She holds her down by the neck against the head rest while the doctor straps her arms to her sides and legs apart, showing off how wet she already is.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Someone’s excited.”
“We had a quick play before we got here, Doc. Her breasts and nipples seem to be very sensitive,” Rayne says as she plays with the patient’s pointy buttons, causing her to squirm even more.
Dr. Jones reclines Vanessa’s chair until she lies horizontally.
“I need her to be very still from the waist up for this procedure.”
“No problem Dr. Jones.”
Rayne adds two more straps to her wriggling victim, one for above her breasts and one for below, holding her jugs firmly in place.
“Thank you Rayne, you’ve been very helpful.”
Rayne takes a seat next to Vanessa’s head, strokes her hair away from her face affectionately and caresses the trembling girl’s face.
“First, we are going to inject this device on your left shoulder into the meaty part of your deltoid. It’s as small as a grain of rice so you may feel a slight tingle but no more than that.”
(No, stop.. no, no, no! That needle’s wayyy too big.) Vanessa trembles and sweats from fear as Dr. Jones wipes her shoulder with a cold alcohol wipe. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do but to accept anything that was about to be done to her.
“This device is so clever. It contains all important information about you and also checks your blood constantly for anything out of order so we will know exactly what to do if you get sick,” Dr. Jones continues to explain as he injects the microchip into his unreluctant patient protesting with unintelligible words through the gag, “it’s also a tracking device which means the authorities will always have access to your whereabouts. Your chances of escape have just gone from low to extinct… There we go, one procedure done.”
“That wasn’t so bad. What a good girl,” Rayne kisses Vanessa’s forehead.
Dr. Jones scans Vanessa’s new microchip with his phone.
“Everything’s looking good, the device is working perfectly and you’re a healthy, young girl.”
(Does that mean we’re done? Can we go now?)
“What I can do for you today is inject some plasma into your breasts to give them their best, plump shape. These two long needles will be injected into the base of your breasts and the two short ones are for under your nipples.”
Vanessa screams into the gag in fear and attempts to break through the bonds but the straps hold her down tight.
“You said she’s very sensitive here?” the doctor asks as he fondles her creamy breasts and rubs her nipples until they’re firm, “let’s distract you then shall we? Rayne, could you please play with my patient while I get to work?” Dr. Jones offers Rayne a seat between Vanessa’s legs.
“I would love to,” Rayne gets into position, she inserts two fingers inside the pet’s moist walls, then curls them to rub her G spot. She places her other hand on top of the pubic area to maintain pressure and rubs the clit with her thumb in a clockwise motion.
“Mmmph!” Vanessa couldn’t help moan loudly into the gag, her shaking legs showed obvious signs of arousal, her toes and Rayne’s fingers inside curl simultaneously.
“Looks like someone hasn’t had enough yet,” Rayne says empathetically pouting her lips.
Dr. Jones syringes up the plasma and injects into Vanessa’s right breast slowly, going in and out continuously for a little over a minute in fourteen different spots, ignoring gagged screams, until a large area under her fat tissues was covered. He then wipes tears off Vanessa’s face and gently caresses her left breast.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m done with one. Take a deep breath, you’re being so brave.”
Rayne continues to rub Vanessa’s G spot and clit, manipulating her body to betray her.
“You’re getting so wet, babes.”
The doctor injects the next dose of plasma into her left breast, repeating the process while Vanessa screams and shudders, feeling the long needle take its time injecting inside her tender breasts, penetrating its way in and out slowly.
“You did so well! Only two more needles to go. This might hurt a lot more since the nipples are more sensitive, especially yours it seems,” he says while he pinches her nubs making them rock hard to prepare for the procedure, “here’s a vibrator to help you cope.”
Rayne applies the vibrator that sucks and vibrates directly on Vanessa’s clit, tensing her up immediately against the straps while she whimpers in panic.
“It’ll be better if you don’t watch,” Dr. Jones puts a blindfold on Vanessa.
Her head spins from Rayne playing with her sex organs, and anxiety from the fate that was to come. She feels his hand grab her right breast to steady the nipple. The sharp needle pokes her thick nub and elicits agonising screams when it successfully pierces her recoiling skin.
Her wails synchronize with the needle going in and out six times of her engorged nipple slowly to inject different areas under it accurately. Sweat from pain and fear covered her beautiful figure; tears soaked her blindfold.
“We’re almost done, love. Just your left one to go.”
Knowing what was about to happen, Vanessa shakes her head to say no as she feels the doctor’s hand grab her left breast. She feels the tip of the needle poking her dark areola.
The well fitted gag blocked unintelligible cries and straps allowed very minimal struggles.
As the needle breaks through the skin’s surface, Rayne increases the vibrator’s intensity.
“MMPPHHH! NGGHHH!” Vanessa cries from how sensitive her clit is and from feeling the needle slide in and out of her rock hard nipple.
“Awww sweetie… your walls keep pulsing on my fingers. It feels good doesn’t it?”
Just before the procedure finished, an explosive orgasm erupts from her and snaps the strap above her breasts which allows her upper body to thrash about.
“Oops!” Ryane exclaims.
“Our patient broke the needle off,” Dr. Jones says as he packs up the syringe.
“It looks like she’s having too much fun. I think we should leave the needle in her just until we finish playing.”
“I think that’s a great idea. It’ll be safer to pull it out once she’s calm.”
As her wave of orgasm fades out, her overstimulated clit forces her worn out body to twist and turn, shaking the needle up and down, amplifying the sting.
Her loud moans evolved into painful screams. Her orgasm was long gone but Rayne wasn’t about to let her off the hook yet, forcing more stimulation on her swollen clit. With her climax over, pain is felt more clearly. She cries, begging for the needle to be taken out, for the vibrations to stop, but Rayne had other plans.
“You look so cute and helpless like this. I think we can get another orgasm out of you.”
At least two more minutes pass by, the sting in her nipple and her aching clit continues to torture her while she struggles, fighting a war already lost.
She felt the doctor’s hand fondle her right breast, making its way to pinch her nipple and tug in a milking motion.
Finally her head starts to spin again, her eyes roll back as she rides through another orgasm. They kept toying with her for a few more minutes to enjoy screams of pleasure turn into screams of torture.
“I think that’s enough for today Miss Swan.”
Dr. Jones slides the needle out, extracting one last scream from Vanessa.
“Just so you know, the results of plasma last for about one to two years so you may have to do this again if your owner wishes to do so. You will also feel tender for the next two months; some girls say their breasts and nipples would ache like when they’re going through premenstrual syndrome so don’t be too concerned when you get sore,” Dr. Jones explains to Vanessa as he packs up his equipment.
“That was fun! You look so good when you’re enjoying yourself sweetie!”
Rayne and Dr. Jones straps Vanessa’s spent body back up on the wheelchair without much struggle.
“Thank you Dr. Jones, always a pleasure working with you.”
“You too, Rayne. Until next time,” Dr. Jones says goodbye as he prepares for his next patient.
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Rayne wheels Vanessa to the next meeting spot for the new pets. She looks around the room and sees that there were at least two hundred others just like her, confused and terrified with their own assigned attendant.
“I’m about to take the gag off so you better behave, and… I made you a mango smoothie for consolation.”
Too exhausted to fight back, Vanessa gulps down the peace offering.
A few minutes passes and Vanessa starts feeling her breasts get heavier.
“Sweetie, you’re swelling up. Are you okay?” Rayne asks as she reaches out to caress Vanessa’s tender melons.
“Ow! Please don’t.”
“Wow that sensitive huh?” Rayne continues to rub Vanessa’s swelling mounds, ignoring her objections, “you look so cute struggling with nowhere to go.”
The door knob clicks open and the woman they saw earlier at the changing room enters.
“Unfortunately you’ll have to be quiet again. This will help,” Rayne says as she tapes Vanessa’s mouth shut. She then positions her chair behind her and goes back to massaging the pet’s full breasts with no intention of stopping, “shhh, be a good girl and pay attention.”
Her frightened eyes widened, realising her impending doom. She writhes hysterically in her chair as Rayne’s arms embrace her bound, helpless body from behind while her hands squeeze her swollen udders.
“Hello again everyone. I trust everyone is being taken care of well by our lovely staff. Some of you might be starting to get an idea of what is going on, but just so everyone is on the same page, I will explain to you what you need to know.
You all are here to make up for the damage done by either yourself or someone close to you. All your rights belong to your owner. Your purpose here is to settle what is owed.
In order for you to pay off your debts, you will do whatever your owner asks you to do; while you are here with us, the Distributor is your said owner, which is acted out by our staff and clients…”
The ten minute announcement fades into background for Vanessa as the unrelenting torment persists. Rayne’s fingers mindlessly pinches and twists the poor girl’s puffy nipples until they turn angry red.
“…the staff will show you to your rooms and help you prepare for your first shift commencing tonight. You’re all dismissed.”
“Did you get that?” Rayne asks without easing Vanessa’s torture, “I like the part where you squirmed harder when I flicked your nipples like this,” she proceeds to demonstrate, flicking Vanessa’s nipples five times each at the same time.
The loud fans were turned off and Vanessa’s screams could be heard gradually under taped lips.
“Looks like play time’s over. Let’s take you to your room.”
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Rayne takes Vanessa down to her room, unlocks the door with an app on her phone.
“Look at how nice this is!” Rayne exclaims, showing a beautiful bedroom with velvety carpet, a comfy queen mattress in the middle and an ensuite bathroom, “don’t get too comfortable, someone as gorgeous as you will have a line of buyers who can’t wait to take you home.”
Rayne connects Vanessa’s ankles with a short rope and another to connect her wrists before releasing her from the chair, giving her enough freedom to take small steps and for use of her hands but with no chance to escape.
“You better behave young lady, I’m trusting you enough to let you stretch before we have to tie you up again.”
Vanessa walks around her new room, and checks the door to find that it’s locked.
“You still don’t get it do you? Even if you successfully escape this room, security will track you down with cameras, and if you manage to escape the building, your microchip will notify the authorities to find you before you escape the Underground,” Rayne explains, she grabs Vanessa from behind her neck and takes her to the bathroom to get ready, “come on, we only have an hour before I have to take you to the fair. Be good and I’ll spare you from a cold shower,” she says before taking Vanessa’s mouth tape off after she nods.
“What fair?” Vanessa asks as Rayne brushes her curls.
“Your first shift will be at the fair that runs once a week held a few minutes walk from here. A lot of our clients will be there to have a look at new models like you.”
“What will I do there?”
“Nothing. Leave the doing to me. All you need to remember is the better you comply, the better it will turn out for you here.”
Rayne’s lack of detail in her explanation increases Vanessa’s anxiety, leaving her not knowing what to expect.
“Stand up straight here please. We need to rinse the sweat off you since you’ve been struggling so much,” Rayne directs Vanessa to the centre of the bathroom, and attaches her wrist ropes to the hook on the ceiling, stretching her arms up.
Rayne quickly rinses sweat off the new pet with warm water, towel dries, then coats her from the neck down with sweet smelling lotion. Vanessa winces as Rayne roughly rubs the moisturizer on her sore breasts and cries in pain when she rubs the cream into her raw nipples, begging her to stop but Rayne ignores her pleading, taking her time.
“Alright, time to dress you up.”
(Finally some clothes.) Vanessa thinks, only to be disheartened when her cover was only there to amplify her goodies.
Rayne ties a pink, see-through scarf around Vanessa’s chest to squeeze them together for an attractive cleavage with a ribbon knot at the front between the mounds. Her short skirt was white and flowy that covers her front, but leaves most of her curvy behind hanging out.
“You’re an absolute doll! They’re going to love you. Now, will you walk with me to your stand or will I have to strap you up in your chair again?”
“I’ll walk…” Vanessa decides from the need to stretch before the next time she’s tied up.
“I promise you that I will make your life here a living hell if you make my job harder so you better behave.”
Rayne tightens Vanessa’s wrists together then puts a leash and collar on her to lead the pet around.
As they step outside, the cold wind coaxes Vanessa’s nipples to stand proudly through the thin fabric, inviting attention from onlookers as they walk past. Vanessa shyly tries to hide them by bringing her arms up.
“Don’t be shy, dollface,” an older gentleman comments, stroking Vanessa’s hair, “will she be at one of the stands?” he asks Rayne.
“Actually, yes, feel free to come by and have a look,” Rayne winks at the man.
“I’ll be strolling around there soon, looking forward to getting to know you better,” he says, making eye contact with a blushing Vanessa, her stomach churning from the perverted interaction.
Once they reach the entrance of the fair, Rayne blindfolds Vanessa and guides her with the leash.
“Hey, what gives?”
“You’ll be okay. Just follow my lead.”
Rayne ushers Vanessa to her stand, hooks her wrist ties to the attachment on top so her arms are stretched up above her.
“What are you doing?” Vanessa starts to panic when she realises how vulnerable she is in public.
“Shhh… you’ll be okay.
Her ankles were attached to a leg spreader bar bolted to the ground to keep her legs shoulder-width apart.
“You look stunning,” Rayne comments as she takes the blindfold off Vanessa, “look at how sexy your nipples are poking through the top,” Rayne gives them a quick rub, Vanessa gasps from how sore they were getting, and panicked even more seeing no way to escape from any torture her engorged breasts will have to endure.
“Stop… please, please, please stop.. they feel so bruised.”
“You can struggle all you want, buttercup. You’ll probably attract more attention that way.”
Rayne sets up the lights to make Vanessa’s figure more alluring, showing off her curves in the spotlight.
“I’m going to grab some snacks, do you want any?”
“No wait, you can’t leave me here,” Vanessa pleads, seeing another figure struggle frantically as they’re getting fondled just a few feet away from where she is, “please, I’m so sore, I won’t last the night.”
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it,” Rayne assures, shaking Vanessa’s breasts by pinching her nipples and swinging them from left to right making her scream.
Rayne wanders off, allowing Vanessa to catch her breath and observe her surroundings. She noticed a blurry mirror in front and saw that she was one of four models in a row, all of them restrained in the same way she was, separated by a room divider.
(Where in the world are we? How is this happening? Why does the sky look strange?)
“Hi, are you okay? I’m Autumn, in the cubicle next to yours.”
“Hi, I’m Vanessa. Probably no worse than how you’re doing. I’m guessing we’re all new here and got the same plasma treatment earlier today?”
“I think so, at least I did. The other two models got their mouths taped so we won’t be hearing much from them.”
“What do you think will happen to us?”
“Tonight? From what I’ve noticed, we’re basically new toys, entertainment for…”
As Autumn explains, two well-dressed, broad shouldered men walk towards them.
“Hello, what do we have here? I think they’re new. The girl at the front said their tits are very tender from some injections; we should have a play, one doll each.”
“What’s your name sweetheart?” one of them asks as he scans a card on the turnstile to get into Vanessa’s cubicle.
Autumn’s scream from the other side of the barrier stole all the words out of Vannesa’s mouth, trembling as her perpetrator got closer, towering over her.
