Go to medical (Lily/Violet)

One of the tail girls escorted Lily and Violet down a stone hallway until they came to a set unmarked double doors. Curiously, they were locked from the outside, but the girl produced a key and let them in. Inside the room looked kind of like a doctor's waiting room, but more dated. And no magazines. Instead their were handwritten notes on the wall giving strange admonitions. One of them said “New girls: I can't say this won't hurt, but you'll probably live.” Another said “Please do not attempt to remove your collar, it's for your own good.” Another said “Watch where you sit, there is nothing more painful than a broken tail.” Then there were even stranger ones “There is no excuse for skipping milking.” and “Urinating anywhere other than a designated facility is strictly forbidden.” The girls just sat dumbly reading them all for a brief while until the door opened and a woman emerged. She had a collar but no tail, and wore a labcoat. In her hand she held two collars.

“Hey yall,” she said warmly. “I'm nurse Daisy. I need to put your collars on, this is gonna hurt a bit but please don't try to take it off.” It hurt a quite a bit more than a little bit. Then she asked the tail-girl why Violet was here, and when she was told she was suspected of being pregnant Daisy told the tail-girl to take her to observation. Then she took one look at Lily's breasts and said “You poor thing, I know why you're here.” She said. “I'll get the doctor.”

The doctor was a frail middle aged man. He looked worn out and harried when he came into the waiting room but when he saw Lily his eyes lit up.
“Ah, fresh fish!” He said gleefully. “Obvious what she needs done.” He reached out and groped her breasts as he said this.

“This one is from Basil himself, and we only have her for 12 hours.” Nurse Daisy said. “So maybe we should leave out the extracurriculars?”

“Nonsense.” said the Doctor. “12 hours is still long enough to get a few hundred dollars out of her. Besides I think she'll like it, after all she is the kind of girl who gets fake tits. Go get her ready.”

Getting her ready consisted of strapping her into a hospital bed in the next room, rubbing some brownish liquid on her breasts and then washing some not-so-delicate looking surgical implements.

Then the doctor came into the room. “We don't use anesthetics on new girls, you're already **** enough as it is. But you won't complain, will you?”

“I don't see why you have to taunt them,” Nurse Daisy said, staring at the floor. “They understand, they just can't do anything about it.”

The doctor ignored her and instead focused his attention on Lily. After glancing at her sex he said “I said get her ready. I meant to get her ready.”

“Do we have to do that this time?” Nurse Daisy said.

“Bitch, it's worth 600 bucks an ounce! We do it every time! Now do as you're told or I'll have you sent back to the warrens and get a girl who can follow orders.”

Nurse Daisy begrudgingly complied, producing a large, rounded instrument from among the medical implements, lubricated it with medical gel, and pressed it against Lily's sex. Understandably this made Lily very nervous, but her nerves were assuaged when Daisy turned the device on and it turned out to be a vibrator. A very good vibrator, Lily discovered in a matter of seconds. As Lily found herself becoming increasingly aroused, nurse Daisy also produced some sort of suction tube, which she inserted inside Lily's sex. Apparently they were collecting her wetness. It didn't matter though, since the vibrator was well lubricated and Lily was producing more than enough wetness to go around. Eventually the vibrator overcame Lily, and despite the quite reasonable terror she felt, she reached a peak, cumming hard and breathing heavily, straining against her bonds as waves of pleasure and wetness washed over her.

Although she was done the vibrator certainly was not. She tried to adjust herself so she wasn't on it, or at least so it wasn't making direct contact with her now extra sensitive clit, but the bonds were too tight, she could not adjust herself in any direction. The discomfort she was thus **** to endure didn't last long however, as she felt pleasure building up within her again.

Lily was in the midst of her second orgasm when the doctor plunged a large needle directly into her breast. She had been so distracted by her sex she hadn't even noticed him preparing it, but now she definitely noticed the very sharp pain. It spite of this, her orgasm had already begun. She helplessly watched the silicone drain from her breast, cumming all the while. When the doctor plunged a second syringe into her other breast she was somehow turned on, experiencing a completely new form of penetration. Her third orgasm came immediately on the heels of the second and was the most intense yet. She shook, cried out and would've trashed around wildly had she not been strapped in so securely. The Doctor seemed unimpressed at her wantoness, impatiently checking the amount of fluids they'd extracted from her.

Eventually her arousal began to subside, but the pain didn't. Her breasts and pussy both ached dully under the abuses of the doctor's machinery, and she started to feel lightheaded.

“She's not getting wet anymore.” Nurse Daisy said. “I think we're about to lose her.”

“We've only gotten a half ounce.” The Doctor said impatiently. Then he glanced at Lily's face, and then her sex. “Alright, fine. Turn it off and put her under. Let's get this over with.”

Suddenly the vibrator turned off and a mask was put over Lilly's face and mouth.

“Breath deep.” Nurse Daisy ordered. She did. Blackness.