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Chapter 12 by android1966 android1966

What's next?

Hogcuffed for transport.

"Of course, but your ignorance in this matter is only to be expected, Liebschen," The Doktor replies in motherly fashion. "You are fresh to your role and are a product of the feckless society that moulded you. You are clay to be remodelled in our community."

"The Robinsons will be excellent guardians and tutors to supervise you as you adjust," Frau Doktor declares. "And once you have come to accept and embrace our rules, a suitable husband will be chosen to complete your training and prepare you for breeding."

"Husband? Breeding?" You feel panic rising as the blonde Doktor reveals the future she plans for you. "There's no fucking way I am marrying or breeding."

"Again with the dirty little potty mouth, Liebschen," The Doktor conveys disappointment and disapproval. "We have ways to control that, however, as you will shortly learn."

The finger within you slides out, leaving your newly created vagina slightly wet and distractingly heated. The Doktor's heels click a couple of times on the floor, and then you feel the harness supporting you begin to lower until you are lying on the top of the bed, belly down. You start to scramble on the mattress, fear overriding your judgement as you can at last reach the cuffs around each wrist and pull at the buckles. The Doktor quickly prevents you from removing the cuffs from your wrists. You try to resist, but still secured by the ankle and wrist cuffs, there is little you can do to hinder the stronger woman.

Rather than freeing your wrists, the cuffs are released from the harness. Then the cuffs are clipped together behind your back, and you wriggle helplessly, grunting with effort as you pull at the padded leather cuffs. Then your ankles are likewise unclipped from the harness and secured together. You squirm and twist on your belly, the cuffs limiting your movement and impossible to slip free from. You hear the door open as Karl returns and reports that the Robinsons will be returning.

"Gut, we must prepare our little one for their arrival and complete my examinations." The Doktor replies. "Take her to the clinic, Karl."

The clinic?

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