Doctor starts to prep.

Chapter 3

Fear gripped her like a vice. She’d always knew that her mother talked about this, but she’d never thought she’d ever follow through. Only because mother wouldn’t have a direct hand in it. Not because she cared for her “daughter’s” continued use of her pleasure button. Natalie pulled at the restraints on her arms. “Let me go! I don’t give consent!”

The doctor laughed. “Sweetheart, what do you think those papers you signed were all about?” Her eyes flashed with a cruel light. She began to gently caress the busty short stack’s clit. “I’m going to take this little pearl away and I can hardly wait to see it stretched in the tube.”

The orgasm dispenser grew stiff, rising a little further out as if eager for the cruel treatment. Natalie shook her head. “No, please, I need it! I can’t live without orgasms!”

The doctor’s grin grew sinister. Her fingers clamped down hard on the little bud and she gave it a vicious twist. Natalie cried out. Her mind blanked by the sudden pleasure/pain that exploded from her orgasm dispenser. The doctor turned to the covered tray table beside the bed and flipped away the cloth. There were several medical tools, most of which Natalie had no clue what they were. The cruel woman stroked her fingers along several of them, cooing like a kid in a candy store.

“Please, I beg you.” Natalie gasped as she finally got her breath back from the pain. “I’ll do anything you want if you please don’t take my pearl!”

Glancing over her shoulder at the petite girl, the doctor winked. “But taking your clit is exactly what I want.” She picked up a couple loops of thin, metal cord. “Though, it’s not the only thing I’m going to take.”

Before Natalie could react, the doctor had slipped one of the loops around her breast. She slid it all the way to the busty shorty’s chest wall. Lips peeled back from her teeth in a cruel, joyous grin, the doctor jerked both ends of the cord hard. In a blink, the metal bit into Natalie’s massive melon. Like a garotte, it immediately began to **** the life out of that fat teat.

“Wha...what are you doing!” Natalie began to pull harder at her restraints. She just had to get free no matter what!

The doctor let a confused and benign look slide over her face. “Why dear, these mammaries are way too big for such a small woman. I’m just going to relieve you of their oh so heavy,” she slipped the second cord around Natalie’s other breast and jerked it tight even harder than the last time. “Weight!”

The poor girl’s tits were already swollen, the veins rippling and dancing with each frantic beat of her heart. Even though she’d milked herself that morning, she felt the tale-tale pressure of a let down and knew that her stiff nipples would be leaking soon. “You can’t do this! You are a doctor! What happened to do no harm!”