Gale questions Misumi

When she returned, she decided to change her scrubs. As she entered the locker room, she was both pleased and a little embarrassed to see Dr. Yamoto in there. Gale was hesitant, but she had to know.

"Excuse me, Dr. Yamoto?" she asked, getting close to the now stunningly nude doctor. She had the pale skin and dark, thick pubic hair common to the most attractive of Japanese women. What she was somewhat surprised to see was the intricate, full back tattoo of dragons and koi fish. Was she Yakuza too? The woman turned, a sad smile on her face.

"So, he got to you too. I'm not surprised. He is a powerful man. It is not wise to anger the son of a Yakuza boss." she said.

"Is that what happened to you?" Gale asked, stripping her soiled scrubs from her body. She didn't want to go without a bra, but it was damp with slowly drying cum. She couldn't, as a nurse, introduce someone else's body fluids into a surgical setting, so she undid the clasp and let her heavy, F cup breasts sway freely. Misumi paused for a moment before pulling on her scrub pants.

"Not exactly. He came to my office a year ago as a new patient. I didn't think anything of it at first, but halfway through the conversation he revealed that my husband owed him a lot of money. Kenshi is not the wisest of gamblers, it seems. He knew I had money since I'm a doctor, and told me that I could either pay him his money and save my husbands fingers, which would have bankrupted my daughter's college fund, or we could come to some other arrangement." Gale pulled on a fresh scrub shirt, listening. She thought she had an idea of what that arrangement was, but was shocked at what she heard next.

"Yamaguchi and his goons fucked me that night. They made Kenshi watch as they violated me over and over. When they were finished, they told him that I belonged to them as long as the debt was still owed; or else my daughter would be next. After they were gone, Kenshi made love to me with more passion and vigor than he ever had. After that, Yamaguchi insisted I get the tattoos and serve the Yakuza bosses as both personal physician and concubine. I would bring Kenshi my cum-soaked panties..." Gale listened in fascination and horror to the detached way Dr Yamoto told her tale.

"They grew tired of me after a couple of months. I worried for my daughter, but Kenshi made regular payments. When Yamaguchi came into my office with a legitimate illness many months later, his interest was rekindled, but he was cautious as he knew he'd be under my knife and helpless; so I made a deal with him. One last night with him and his men, and the surgery, and me and my family would be free of him. He had other ideas, but agreed if I would please him during his stay in the hospital. Seems now his attention is on you."

"So, if he wants you to be producing milk, I suggest you start working on it. I can write you a prescription. You have to understand, Japan is a country that is straight laced and buttoned down during business hours. The stresses on us from our families, society, work, etc are so great that it breeds...perversions. No one talks about them, at least not openly; and many are far too modest to ever act on them. Boss Yamaguchi is not one of those men. If you don't give him what he wants, he'll kidnap you, throw you in a basement hogtied, and pump you full of doses of the same **** I can prescribe till your breasts are bursting with milk. He will use you, and discard you; and the police will do nothing about it. Give him what he wants, and he'll move on to his next obsession soon enough."

Gale listened, and a dark thought crept into her mind. "If he were to die on the table..."

Dr. Misumi Yamoto looked up. "Then I would be found without a face or hands in an alley, and my daughter fucked to **** while my husband watched. Come on. Lets get his appendix out and send him on his way. Oh, and if you ever find yourself in need of the name of a good tattoo artist, I can give you an excellent recommendation."

The women exited the locker room in silence. Gale wondered how much bigger her breasts could possibly get with lactation hormone therapy; and what this gangster might have in store for her.