Surgery

The next phase of my training was the most intense yet. After the long week of constant hypnosis and physical conditioning, they moved me into a new brightly lit room that felt almost clinical. The air smelled of antiseptic mixed with something sweet and chemical. An aphrodisiac still burned steadily in my veins from the earlier injections, keeping my pussy constantly wet and desperate. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat even as a faint flicker of fear stirred in the very back of my shattered mind. The old Abbigail tried to whisper warnings, but the audio loops and weeks of reprogramming drowned her out completely.

They strapped me down securely to a padded medical table, my wrists, ankles, and waist locked in place so I lay spread and completely exposed. Luna knelt beside the table, stroking my hair with gentle, loving fingers. Her glassy eyes were full of pride and arousal as she leaned close.

"You are going to look so beautiful when they are done," she whispered softly. "Just like me. You will be perfect for serving."

The doctor arrived with a small team of assistants, all moving with efficient, professional calm. Emily stood at the head of the table, watching with a satisfied smile on her face. She had overseen much of my training and now directed this final transformation.

"Start with the lips," Emily ordered.

I felt the cool swab of antiseptic on my mouth before the first injection. The needle pierced my upper lip, then my lower, delivering the fillers in careful doses. I moaned loudly as the sharp pricks mixed with the constant fire of the aphrodisiac. Pain and pleasure blurred together instantly. My lips swelled gradually, growing fuller, plumper, and perfectly cock-sucking. Every pulse of the filler made them feel heavier and more sensitive. I could already imagine them wrapped around a thick cock and the thought alone made my hips twitch against the restraints. By the time they finished, my mouth felt obscenely pouty and slutty. I licked my new lips slowly, savoring the changed sensation.

Next came my breasts. The doctor marked the spots carefully before inserting the implants. The pressure built as they swelled inside me, pushing my chest outward into large, firm, round tits. The stretching sensation was incredible, a deep, full ache that blended with the drugs racing through my system. My nipples hardened painfully, and without warning a powerful orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, juices dripping down onto the table as my new tits bounced slightly with every ragged breath. I cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from my eyes while Luna cooed praises beside me.

They did not give me time to recover. While I was still floating high on the drugs and fresh climax, they began the tattoos. The needle buzzed loudly as it pressed into my skin above my left tit. "Luna’s Sister" was inked in elegant, permanent script. The pricks burned, but the hypnosis and aphrodisiac turned every sting into another wave of arousal. I moaned and squirmed against the straps, my swollen tits jiggling as the artist worked. Next came the bold letters across my lower back: "Free Use Whore." The pain there was sharper, but I arched into it, whispering my mantras under my breath. Finally they tattooed my neck: "Piss Here" with a clear arrow pointing toward my mouth. Each needle prick sent jolts straight to my clit. My body had fully learned to associate the marking pain with deep, submissive pleasure. By the end my skin felt hot and tender where the fresh ink sat, a constant reminder of my new identity.

Luna watched the entire process with heavy-lidded eyes. She knelt there fingering herself slowly, two fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy as she took in every change to my body. "You look so fuckable now," she whispered during a brief pause, her voice thick with lust. "The men are going to love destroying you. They will use every hole and every mark on you."

By the end of the session I was a trembling, dripping mess. My new tits felt swollen and hypersensitive, every breath making them ache deliciously. My lips were full and obviously slutty, parted slightly as I panted. The fresh tattoos burned on my skin, a permanent brand that only deepened my trance. The assistants unstrapped me and helped me stand on shaky legs. They positioned me in front of a full-length mirror.

I barely recognized the woman staring back. The old Abbigail was gone. In her place stood a perfect, broken sex doll: enhanced tits sitting high and round on my chest, plump cock-sucking lips, and humiliating tattoos declaring exactly what I was. My eyes looked glassy and submissive, just like Luna's. My body was marked, improved, and ready.

Emily stepped up beside me and stroked my new tits approvingly, her fingers teasing my sensitive nipples until I whimpered. "You are almost ready for auction, Abbigail. Just a little more training and you will be the perfect whore for your new owner."

I moaned softly, my body aching with fresh need. The fear from earlier had completely vanished. All that remained was eager, dripping submission.

I was ready.