Escape

Chapter 5

Natalie pulled at her bonds as she continued to rack her brain. The leather straps bit into the heel of her thumb. That small, insignificant pain flashed a crazy, wild idea. Eyes wide she said, “My pain!”

The doctor frowned. “What?’

“I can offer you my pain.” Her voice climbed as she explained. “You clearly enjoy inflicting pain. But though there’ll be some pain when you cut me, it will be brief. And once I’m healed there would be some emotional pain, but like you said women have lived normal lives without their clits plenty of the time.”

A wicked sparkle flashed in the doctor’s eyes. “Oh, and you are saying what? You’ll let me give you pain,” she laughed. “You’re at my mercy, sweetheart, I can do whatever I want. You have no say.”

Natalie’s heart double stepped. She prayed this crazy idea paid off. “Yes you could but I can give you a secret so you can get the most out of it?”

The doctor snorted. “Oh this is rich, you know something about **** that I don’t?”

“I didn’t say that. I said there was a secret. And I’ll tell it to you if you give me your word not to take my clit.”

The red headed doctor pursed her lips. With narrowed eyes, she gave a nod. “Fine, I’ll play along. I give you my word I won’t take your clit, this time.”

The busty short stack didn’t like the sound of that “this time” comment, but if her crazy plan worked, she would be free and on her way out the door. She lowered her voice. “Lean close, I don’t want anyone over hearing us.”

Again the doctor gave her a skeptic look. “This better be good, young lady.” She leaned forward.

Natalie gave a quick, silent prayer. With a hard jerk, she freed her right hand. She ignored the tearing pain in her thumb. Before the doctor could react, she grabbed the woman’s lapel and pulled her down into a hard head butt. Natalie felt bone crunch on the impact. The doctor staggered back, crying out. Glad that everyone always underestimates her because of her size, Natalie rushed to free herself from the rest of the straps.

Unfortunately, for the busty young woman, she no sooner had the straps off and the doctor let out a viscous scream. The teen glanced over her shoulder. The woman held up a scalpel and charged right at her. Panicked, Natalie threw herself onto the floor. Her massive, bound teats smashed into the ground first. With the tight wires strangling her melons, the landing knocked the wind out of her with white hot pain.

Only the fear and desperation that fueled her gave her the strength to keep moving. And a good thing. The doctor half lay across the exam table, slashing the scalpel wildly. Natalie rolled clear and **** herself to her feet. She’d gained some distance on the mad woman, but she was on the wrong side of the room. The wild eyed doctor stood between her and the exit door. The short-stack knew she’d never make it passed the blade wielding maniac.

She backed away from the doctor and felt a doorknob bump into her back. “I’ll just have to take my chances that this isn’t a closet.” Natalie thought as she yanked the door open. Luckily for the busty short stack, the door lead into a long hallway. Straight across from her was another of the waiting room chairs. She quickly snatched it up and slammed it under the door handle. No sooner had she wedged it in place the door shook!

“You little bitch! Get back here!” The doctor’s voice roared from the other side.

Natalie knew she didn’t have a lot of time, she started slowly working her way down the hall. Each step she took caused the cir-clamp dangling from her clit to bounce and pull at her sensitive nub. She needed to find someplace quiet so she could carefully remove the awful tool. Just thinking about it there, squeezed tight against her precious pearl, had her heart hammering like a humming bird in her chest. She didn’t want to think about how much her pussy was drooling. It was a place she didn’t want to dwell.

Another bit of luck, she found an empty exam room with a sign on it that said, “Closed for Remodel”. Like a shadow, she slipped into the room. Slow, her breath held, she eased the door shut and locked it. She sighed and finally took a look down at herself. Her huge breasts were swollen to at least double in size. The veins rippled against their surfaces, the color a faint shade of lavender.

“Oh God,” she cupped her throbbing melons. They felt so tight, like two overfilled balloons. It only took that look, that touch, for her to know she wouldn’t be removing the strangling wires any time soon. She’d have to find something to cut them away with.

So, she painfully pushed them apart. Looking down between her massive cleavage, she studied the cir-clamp.