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Bitch to Bimbo V2
(Melissa DuVant)
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From Bitch to
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invention. Table of Contents The Begging Chair Day 5, Chapter Three: Black Body Problems Some more medfet goodness - hope you enjoy it, and thanks to the commissioner for commissioning this! Alicia inhaled, breathing in the scents of her surgery - a strong odor of antiseptic cleanliness, every surface scrubbed and disinfected, made safe and clean. Well, safe from infection, at least - some of her patients would, on occasion, find other aspects of her care rather less safe! But once there were in her power, there was little they could do, and it was so much fun forcing agreement from them. She twisted her body, feeling the clinging pressure of her latex bodysuit, how it shifted with her, tight against her skin. And nothing on underneath, of course! It was so tight that even panties would show up, and that wouldn't do, and deny her that lovely, clinging sensation. No, it was definitely better to be bare, to be able to feel the sultry kiss of the latex, hugging closer than any lover, and emphasizing the shape of her body. 'Now then - who's first on the list for today? Nurse?' There was a discreet scuffing sound from behind her, and Alicia turned, smiling at the sight of her nurse. A vision in white latex, with red medical crosses marked on her breasts and crotch, her skin completely sealed away. The woman's shape had been altered by Alicia personally, and kept in shape by the bodysuit - a slender 17-inch waist, and expanded DD breasts, making her look almost like a doll, with a figure too exaggerated to be entirely real. With her legs sleek and taut, pushed upwards by 5-inch heels, she looked more suited to be in porn than working as a medical assistant! Her face was sealed away as well, hidden behind a latex hood, with just small pin-prick eyeholes to let her see out. The plug-gag that sealed her mouth couldn't be seen, but it kept the woman silent - although the nurse should know that any attempts at speech would result in struct punishment. Just the sight of her got Alicia aroused, a warmth stirring between her legs. She stroked herself, just lightly, the latex thin enough that she could touch her softness, feeling pleasure start to swell within her body. The nurse held up a tablet, showing a video feed - a woman, trapped in a small cage, restrained further with thick leather straps, shaking around in a futile attempt to free herself. 'Ah yes - the enlargement. And I still need to secure consent. Well, that can be fun. Go and prep her then.' The nurse nodded and turned away - the surgical lights shone down on her taut buttocks, the way they moved hypnotic, Alicia feeling her desire increase again. She wanted to touch and stroke herself! But if she did that now, she'd never get anything done, no matter how tempting and pleasurable it might be. And this was work she'd already been paid for, so it needed doing, even if the subject was still being stubborn about it. She sighed - why were some submissives such problems? Their owners wanted them to look as good as possible, and she could help them with that! Instead, she had to deal with their crying and wailing and carrying on. Still, this one had been in the cage for several days, kept awake by shocks, so should be nice and agreeable now. She could hear the sounds of the surgery being prepared, just on the other side of a green medical curtain, the metallic clanks of the cage and then the chair, soft whines of the submissive, more metallic clicks and clunks as she was locked into place. Such a beautiful, soft thing she was! But with a rather small chest, which could do with expanding. The sounds of preparation continued, Alicia lightly stroking her body again, twisting around, absorbed in the embrace of the latex, feeling it resist her movements, sealing her own body, making her skin look perfect and smooth. After another final stroke, she sighed, and then pulled the curtain aside, stepping into the surgical area. A young woman was now bound into the examination chair, naked except for a leather collar around her neck, a metal plate embossed with her name - "Goldie" - along with the contact details of her owner. Her mouth was sealed with a ballgag, dribble oozing down onto her chest, between her too-small breasts. The chair held her arms spread out to either side of her head, padded metal blocks firmly sealed around her wrists, while her legs rested in place, ankles securely bound. She squeaked nervously when she saw Alicia, eyes darting around nervously, twisting against her restraints, fingers and feet twitching. Alicia tilted her head and smiled, looking over the woman's body - a few pressure-sores from being in the cage, a few minor scratches from being forced into the chair, but no other injuries, at least that could be seen. 'Good morning. Time for your work to begin.' The woman shook her head, blonde hair shaking about before the nurse grabbed her hair and used it to pull her head back, drawing a tight band across her forehead and locking it into position. 'Thank you, nurse. Now, your master has decided that you need to be here, as there are certain modifications that need to be made.' Alicia stepped forward, twisting her fingers against the latex gloves, enjoying the way the light shone and rippled as she moved. When she was close enough, she reached out, gently resting a hand on a breast, feeling the rapid hammering of Goldie's heart, and the shallow gasping of her breathing, more dribble oozing down her chest. She was attractive, but really would be much improved with a few more cup sizes! Alicia squeezed her fingers, twisting the breast, compressing it beneath her fingers. 'He has agreed to it already - but now I just need to secure your agreement, and then we can continue. There will be some soreness afterwards, but only for a while, and afterwards you will be much improved. You will need to buy new clothing, but I'm sure your master will be generous, and buy you what you need. Or maybe you would be happier with just your collar, so you can display your improvements?' She gave the breast another twist before letting it go, the breast-mound returning to it's usual shape. 'Nphhh!' 'Well, that is unfortunate. I can't operate until you give your permission.' The sight of tears, small and sparkly, in the corner of Goldie's eyes, thrilled Alicia, warming her between her legs. Once this was done, she'd have to have the nurse service her, before the next operation! 'Nphhh...' The pleading was turned into a vague mumble by the gag, Goldie's body tensing up against the restraints of the chair. 'Well, I think I'll need to be more persuasive then.' Alicia nodded at the nurse, who pulled on the chair. Goldie went from sitting upright to being on her back, as her legs swung wide, exposing her pretty little slit, bald and exposed. Goldie squeaked again, her feet wriggling. Alicia ran her fingers up a bare sole, grabbing the toes to stop the foot moving away, tickling the sole again. Goldie started to twitch even more, straining against the bindings that kept her in place, her breathing disrupted. Alicia leaned in, smiling down at her, enjoying the power she felt - just a few little touches, and Goldie's body was already forced to submit, even if her mind hadn't yet caught up! 'There are a lot of ways of persuading you.' She bent back Goldie's toes, lightly touching between them. 'It wouldn't leave any visible marks, but I have some very sharp little needles, and you have such lovely toes. I think a few little spikes into them would look rather lovely, what do you think?' She tickled Goldie's foot again, turning whatever response the woman tried to make into a vaguely pathetic whimper. 'Or, hmmm, let me think... what else is there?' Goldie's legs were spread so wide that Alicia could step between them, laying a hand on each of her thighs, feeling the soft plumpness - she really did have a lovely figure! She lightly traced her fingers inwards, towards Goldie's crotch, then placed two fingers on each pussy-lip and spread it open. 'Maybe I should give you a full inspection, check that everything is working? Or recommend some piercings to your master? A pussy-leash makes it nice and easy to pull a disobedient bitch around.' She leaned over, casting a professional eye over the exposed cunt. 'Nurse, the speculum.' She didn't look up, just raising a hand until the thing was passed over, heavy and solid. 'Good girls get lube. Naughty girls get to take it dry.' She pushed the metal forward, into Goldie, enjoying the hiss of humiliated pain, twisting the metal into place. Fortunately, the woman seemed to be a natural slut, her body providing some lubrication by itself, making it easier to slide the speculum into place. 'Now, let's see what you're like.' Alicia started to twist at the speculum, making it open up within Goldie's pussy, forcing her wider and wider. From how the woman was writhing and gasping, and the amount of dribble flowing down her chest, she wasn't enjoying it, but Alicia could feel her own desire increase. The metal held Goldie's pussy wide open, letting Alicia see into it. The walls looked pink and healthy, the clit responding when Alicia poked at it with a finger. 'Should we see how you respond to electrical stimulation? Or maybe ice? Your master need to be assured that your cunt is healthy - after all, it's the part of you he most values, isn't it?' 'Nphmmhhmph!' There was a long, drawn-out whine of protest from Goldie, only stifled when the nurse placed a gloved hand over her mouth, cutting her off. 'Thank you, nurse. Now, are you willing to agree yet?' The nurse moved her hand away, just enough for Goldie to make more mewling sounds. 'Hmm, then I suppose I will have to be more persuasive. I think perhaps the wand, then. Nurse, if you could be so good as to prepare that? And perhaps some of the sensitizing gel. The patient's breasts can't be hurt, for when she gives permission, but the rest of her body can be thoroughly tested.' Goldie whined again, the sound setting Alicia's nerves on edge, making her want to hurt the slut even more. While the nurse fetched the required equipment, Alicia entertained herself by poking a finger into the exposed pussy, feeling the softness of the walls, making the speculum open even wider, stretching the cunt out. The nurse wheeled the wand and the power supply close - it was a narrow metal cylinder, attached to the rest of the unit by a thick wire. On top there was also a syringe, loaded with anesthetic, for when the bitch agreed. Alicia switched the wand on, the whole machine beeping into life, Goldie staring at it. Her chest was covered with a long line of dribble, all the way to her navel, marring her soft and smooth skin. 'Nurse, clean her off. And I will start to persuade her.' She smiled at Goldie, enjoying the spark of fear in the woman's eyes. Although it might be annoying when a patient needed persuading, there was also a certain pleasure there, in judging how much they could take, finding the most sensitive parts to get the required response. She picked up the wand and then poked it into a thigh. As soon as it touched skin, there was a buzzing, zapping sound, electricity coursing through it, and making the thigh muscle cramp up. Goldie gibbered through her gag, as control of her body was torn from her, along with a certain amount of pain. The restraints that held her were easily strong enough to keep her contained, her legs compressing against metal, the padding hopefully preventing her from gaining any bruises - Alicia didn't want to have to deal with any complaints from her master, of Goldie being too injured. 'You see? This is your fault, the result of your disobedience. Your master has given you into my care, and I expect you to agree to it.' As soon as she pulled the wand back, the forced contractions stopped, Goldie sagging back down, whining through her gag. The nurse leaned over her, wiping dribble off her belly with a disinfectant wipe, cleaning her down. Alicia jabbed with the wand, this time pushing it against the top of Goldie's inner thigh, right by her crotch. The moan that was torn from Goldie's throat was even more desperately pained, the forced cramping now affecting her pelvis, as she shook in place. Beneath the bright surgical lights, her skin was starting to shine with sweat, tears trickling from her large eyes, wide with pain and suffering. Alicia smiled even more broadly, savoring the sensation of power she felt, moving the wand about, nudging it against a pussy-lip. 'Haahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' The result was a pleasurably long, gasping groan of pain, the hips squirming and twisting, managing to break the contact. Alicia frowned, carefully putting the wand away before sliding a metal restraint bar over Goldie's waist, pressing it firmly down. 'Nphhh! Plepppphhh!' 'That should keep you in place. It makes everything much harder when the subject keeps moving. Now, where were we?' She tapped the speculum, making Goldie's pussy-walls distend around it, then picked up the wand again. The way that Goldie's eyes followed it, wide and desperate, was intoxicating, Alicia swaying the wand from side-to-side just to watch the reaction. When she tapped it against the speculum, the metal conducted the electricity, shocking Goldie again. She moved it around, tapping and flicking it against different parts of the metal, staring down at Goldie, savoring every whimper and twitch. 'Well, at least I'll be able to report to your master that you're nice and sensitive down there. And your body seems to enjoy this.' Goldie's pussy was visibly wetter now, her nipples hard - despite her whining, she was a masochist after all, taking pleasure from the suffering. 'But you can make it all go away. You just need to agree to have a few little modifications. And you'll have such lovely breasts afterwards! Far bigger and better than these tiny ones.' Still holding the wand in place, Alicia leaned forward and grabbed at a breast, squeezing it roughly and twisting, adding even more pain for Goldie to deal with, drawing a garbled scream from the woman's throat. As soon as she removed the wand, Goldie sagged backwards, eyelids fluttering. Alicia would have to be careful - too much pain, and the woman would fall unconscious, and anything that would bring her around would risk complicating the surgery. She withdrew, letting Alicia gather her strength, eyes slowly opening, dancing around in desperate fear, refusing to look directly at Alicia. 'Hmph. You are tougher than I thought. Nurse, the gel and the clamps. And raise the patient up, and spread her legs wider.' The chair clacked, tilting Goldie further back, making her pussy easier to reach, as the parts beneath her knees bent backwards, angling her slit upwards. Alicia yanked the speculum out and dropped it into a metal dish, the pussy closing up. The nurse handed over clamps, Alicia pinching them into place, gripping onto Goldie's pussy lips. The other end she clamped onto Goldie's legs, just beneath the knee, pinching the flesh, but also holding the pussy open. 'There we go! Just what I need.' She gel she smeared onto two of her fingers, holding them up so that Alicia could see, and then lowering them towards Goldie's crotch. The pussy tightened around them, drawing them deeper in, just before the gel took hold. It produced a strong and vicious stinging sensation, enervating the skin, especially when used somewhere so sensitive. As expected, after a second or two, Goldie tensed up, starting to whine again. Alicia teased her, stroking and curling her fingers back and forth, spreading them wide. When she brushed her fingers against the tight little nub of the woman's clit, there was a far more immediate reaction, Goldie's whines getting louder, her body going rictus-tense in the chair. 'You see? Your suffering is the result of your disobedience. You are here for a specific reason - the sooner you consent, then the sooner the pain will stop.' She thrust both her fingers in, all the way up to the knuckle, enjoying the feeling of the tight cunt around her fingers, the gel forcing it to tense up, Goldie's eyes flickering again. |