 WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material.

   It is not intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.  This is a
work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.  Copyright 2007.



   Title: At the clinic

   Author: geraldine

   Story codes: MF, nc, medical, breast torture, drugging, needles, sadism





I hadn't been to this medical clinic before, but pamphlet came in my mailbox and I decided to give them a try. The little brochure reminded me to get a physical examination and I figured it would be harmless to check it out. I called up and made an appointment. 

There wasn't anyone else there when I went in for my exam. A polite receptionist greeted me and got me to fill out a long form about my health and habits. She was very pleasant.  Then she directed me down a long hall to a far door. I thanked her and opened the door. 

I went into the little room and sat on the examination table. The table was in the middle of the room, and the room itself was larger than I had seen before. Otherwise it was completely normal, with old magazines, kleenex boxes, and pamphlets on drugs and health on display. 

A few minutes later, a doctor came in. He was tall and in his forties. He had on a white lab coat over dark pants and a dress shirt and tie. He introduced himself, smiling, and asked me a few questions because I had not been in before. 

Finally he stood up straight and said, “Okay, I will leave for a moment while you undress. Take off all of your clothes, everything, and get on the table. Here is a sheet to keep you covered.” He handed me a thin pale sheet. And then he left. 

I kicked off my sandals and slid off my jeans. I don't normally wear panties, and I suddenly felt very naked. I took off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra and slid it off. I clambered onto the examination table and flicked the sheet a few times until it covered my lower half. Then I lay down and pulled the sheet up to my neck. It was a bit cold in the room. 

The doctor knocked and I told him I was ready. He came in with a needle in his hand. 

My eyes got big. I hated needles. “But I'm just here for a ...” I started.

“It's just a little something to help you relax. Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit.” Suddenly he had my arm in his hand, and poked my skin with the needle, right inside my elbow.  One smooth motion. I was so stunned and surprised that I could do nothing but watch him stick the needle into me and inject me with some drug. My eyes followed his thumb as he pushed all the liquid into my arm. 

He placed my arm next to me and just stood there. I went to open my mouth to ask what he had just injected into me when the room started to swim. I didn't know what he had put into my body but I  knew I didn't like it. Things were swirling a little, all blurry, fading in and out. I was so dizzy. It was so quick. 

I felt a rush of panic. I went to sit up and the Doctor was right there, holding me steady and then slowly lowering me back onto the table. 

“Easy now, you little slut.....”

I blinked. I was laying down again, and my body felt so heavy. I tried to lift up my arm and it felt like lead. I thought I heard someone chuckle. I was so warm and woozy. My whole body suddenly relaxed and sank into the examination table. I let out a sigh. 

I heard a voice that seemed so far away, like in a tunnel. “Just relax now. I am going to perform an examination on you.” I heard the snap of latex gloves. 

I let my head roll to the side and saw the doctor there in his white lab coat and now with a surgical mask covering his mouth. I let out a long breath. I felt so far removed from my body but I could still think and see. My breathing was so deep and comforting. 

He stood beside me.  I felt my eyelids flutter, but i was awake and alert. I just felt really high and heavy. 

“Let's take a look at you.” 

I felt the thin sheet pull back from my breasts. The room felt cool over my nipples and I felt them getting hard. He reached down and brushed my hair back with his hand. 

“What a lovely specimen. I think you are going to be here for a while.”

He placed his hands on my breasts and ran his fingers over my skin. He gripped my breasts in his hands and massaged them, pushing them together and pushing his fingers into my soft skin. 

“I bet a dirty slut like you loves having her tits touched. Say yes Doctor.”

I heard myself say, very far away, “Yes, Doctor.”

“You have such nice firm young breasts.” He squeezed them hard. My nipples were standing up like rocks.

“What a whore you are... Your nipples are so hard. You must like this.” Both of my nipples received a pinch. I was so embarrassed that my body was reacting like this. 

“Noooo....” I went to raise my arms and cover my bare breasts but he grabbed my wrists and lowered my arms back to the table.  My arms felt like stone. I knew they were just laying on the table and not tied down, but it was so hard to lift them and so easy for the doctor to seize them and keep me still. 

I kept my eyes closed as he massaged and squeezed my firm breasts. I could feel everything he was doing. I was no longer scared, just in a very sleepy trance. It started to feel good. I heard myself let out a little moan. He pushed my breasts together and kneaded them. The doctor pinched my nipples and rolled them between his gloved fingers. I opened my mouth and let out another moan. 

“Shhhhhhh you must stay quiet while I examine you. Your doctor knows what is best.” 

“Yes Doctor,” just a whisper. 

The doctor left me for a moment and came back rolling a little metal table. He rolled it right up next to my head. I groggily opened my eyes and saw another needle, a big one. I tried to move, to get up. I hated needles, even the sight of them.

“Nooooooooooo,” I squeaked. I could not move. 

“See now, you must be a good girl for your Doctor. Stay still and very quiet for me or else I will put you to sleep. Do you understand me?”

I blinked, slowly. “Yes Doctor.”

I watched closely as he lifted the needle and then used it to draw liquid from a small vial.  He held the needle up and tapped it, inspected it closely. I could not take my eyes off of it. 

Then he turned towards me. His mouth moved under his mask. “You must stay very quiet, little one. Tell me that you will be quiet.”

“Yes Doctor.” I felt so far away. I watched the needle in his hand. 

He turned and put his fingers around one of my hard nipples. He twirled it between his fingers, twisting and pulling it upwards. Then he released it and grabbed just below the nipple, so that the nipple stood up hard and exposed. He lowered the needle right down until the tip was touching my nipple. 

“That's it.... such lovely tits you have.” He pushed the needle straight down into my nipple, forcing it, puncturing the skin. I tried to move down, into the examination table, tried to sink myself away from it. I felt a searing pain in my nipple and tried to cry out, but only succeeded in letting out a sad little yelp.  I couldn't even move my arms to push it away. He pushed the needle in deeper and deeper into my breast, until the whole sharp needle was inside me and only the liquid-filled syringe was outside my nipple, pressed against my skin. I moaned in agony as I watched him thumb the stopper and push the liquid inside my breast.  

My breast was in so much pain, and suddenly it was filled with warmth. The doctor slid the needle out once he had injected me with the entire syringe. I saw a drop of blood erupt from my nipple, then two, then three. Heat was radiating from me now. 

I just stared blankly at the ceiling while he refilled the needle and came around to my other side. He tweaked and pulled on my other nipple, then grabbed it lower and punctured my other breast, forcing the needle into me. My breast was suddenly on fire, in searing agony. I involuntarily let out a little cry. The doctor injected the entire needle into me and then deftly slid it back out. I watched as tiny droplets of blood gathered on my hard nipple and rolled down my breast. My whole upper body felt like it was on fire. I groaned and turned my head to the side.

“That's a good girl. Now just relax while the drugs work their magic. I will return.”

My mouth moved slowly, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...”

I heard a door shut and I tried to turn my head to see where the doctor was. I could not see him. I lay there in the brightly-lit room, alone and staring at the ceiling. The pain in my breasts was gone, but the heat was still there, and growing. I tried to look down at them, and noticed that they looked a little bloated. They felt hard as rocks, and heavy, too. 

I don't know how long the doctor was gone. 

I heard the door close. “Oh... look at those gorgeous tits.” He was standing next to me again. He ran his gloved hands lightly over my breasts. They felt so big, bigger than before. My breasts were naturally large but now they seemed bigger, harder, and even though they felt so heavy they stood up nice and straight. The skin seemed to be stretched thin over my breasts.  He brushed his fingers over my hard nipples and I let out a moan. They felt so tender. 

He pushed my breasts together and massaged them with his latex-covered hands. I could feel every finger moving on my skin, pressing into me, kneading me. 

“It looks like you are a double D now, you little slut. I bet you would love to have big fake tits like this all the time. Too bad for you it is only temporary.” He chuckled. My breasts felt so huge and sensitive in his hands. Every time he touched my nipples I let out a gasp. 

“I bet you like it when I touch your big tits, mmmmm? Tell me how much you love it when I do this,” he said as he pinched my nipples and pulled them upward. It felt like an electric shock and I could suddenly feel my pussy getting wet. 

“Oh yes Doctor, please....” I could hear myself saying it, almost mumbling it, almost incoherent.

“Tell me, bitch. I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh god Doctor please pinch my nipples, please please....” The words came out of me in a stream.

He smiled over me and pulled my nipples harder, shaking them. I felt my bloated breasts jiggle and sway back and forth. They were so heavy and sensitive. He twisted my nipples and pulled them in opposite directions, then in circles. I couldn't help moaning. I closed my eyes. He flicked my nipples with his fingers, and then grabbed them roughly again and pulled up on them. Finally he released my nipples and gave each breast a good hard slap. I could not move but I felt my eyes tearing up. I knew my pussy was so wet but I hoped he would not notice. But I felt so far away that I didn't really care.

“That's a good slut... I bet you can take a lot of pain, can't you?” I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me with something in his hands -  two metal clamps with wires attached. I let out a gasp. I couldn't move. I felt a tear run down my cheek. 

He grabbed one nipple between two fingers and pulled up on it. He closed one clamp at the base of my nipple. He reached over and snapped a clamp onto my other breast. My nipples screamed out in pain. The clamps had little metal teeth on them that dug into my tender skin. 

“Owwwwww nooooooooo.......” I could hardly speak. 

“Be quiet little girl and be good, or else this will take much, much longer.” He was smiling under his surgical mask.  He smoothed my hair back with his hand and then he turned to a small box sitting on the table next to my head. He flipped a switch and I could hear a buzzing sound, quiet. I watched his hands on a dial. He moved it slowly. 

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. A jolt ran through the wires and straight down into my nipples, and through my entire body.  For a moment I could not see. I had my eyes open but all I saw was light, bright light. And the pain... the pain was intense, radiating from my nipples and setting every nerve on fire. I felt my chest move upwards off the table slightly, and then back down. 

“Oh, that was nice. I bet you liked that.”

He did it again. This time he bumped it up a notch. I spasmed on the table and quivered when I finally came to a stop again. I would open my mouth but nothing would come out. I felt like a fish out of water, gasping for air, screaming silently. The electricity was blinding, searing, like being touched by a flaming torch and an ice pick all at once. My fingers stood straight out and then curled into little fists. I had absolutely no control over my body. I lay there like a doll, on fire, screaming inside my head. 

He did it again, longer. Harder. Stronger. And again. And again. I could smell my wet pussy now, very strong, but I could also smell something else. It took me a moment before I realized it was the smell of something burning. I wanted to thank the doctor every time he stopped the current. He was just standing there watching me. I tried to keep my eyes closed but they kept snapping open with every jolt. 

Suddenly I felt something between my legs.

“Oh you are a nasty slut, aren't you? Look how wet you are....”  The doctor had slid his hand between my legs and was probing me with one gloved finger. I could hear the wet noises of my moist pussy. I wanted to sit up and get away from his hand but I could not move. He started rubbing my clit in little circles, then sliding his finger back into me. I groaned. It felt so good. Then he let loose another jolt as he penetrated me with two fingers. I spasmed around his fingers and let out a long moan. 

“You love this, you dirty bitch. Tell the good doctor now... tell me how much you love it.”

My  mouth moved involuntarily. “Yes, Doctor, I love it, please please.....” He was moving his hand faster now, smiling under his mask as he jacked the dial further, and my limp body became tense and danced on the table for him. My pussy flexed around his probing fingers, and he worked another finger into me, and another. He jammed four fingers deep inside me and shook me. My breasts jiggled and swayed. They were so sore and tender from bouncing around. He electrocuted me again. I could feel my pussy pumping around his fingers, throbbing. I was so wet. I tried to grind against his hand. 

The doctor pulled his fingers out.

“Oh don't think I am going to let you cum, you filthy whore. Tsk tsk tsk.... you should be so lucky! I have much, much more in store for you. Your examination is not nearly over yet.”  He removed the clamps from my nipples as I let out a long breath. My breasts were still bloated and stretched, and my nipples were fat purple pieces of meat. There was dried blood all over my breasts. I tried not to cry. I tried to breath slowly, normally. I tried to focus. 

I had my eyes closed and hadn't noticed him standing over me again. He grabbed one of my breasts roughly and I let out a yelp. He put something over my breast, some kind of clear plastic cone. Forced my tender breast into it, forced it down onto my chest. It was attached to a machine on the table, right next to me. He put another cone onto my other breast.  Tightened some sort of strap at the base to hold it tight and make a seal. Then he leaned down close to my ear.

“I am going to milk you now, you little slut. Milk you like a cow. And the drugs will wear off soon ... so I need to make sure you are secure.”  I knew he was smiling.

He went down to the other end of the examination table and looked underneath it. He pulled a couple of levers and a set of metal stirrups and leg holders rose up. He lifted my one leg, then the other, up into the leg holders and put my feet into the stirrups. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me easily down the table a few inches. Then he adjusted the holders so that my legs were raised up and spread, and my ass was sitting right at the end of the table. I could feel cool air under my ass. He secured my legs with straps and made sure they were tight. He gave my ass a solid slap, and the sound echoed in the room. My ass and pussy were completely exposed now, bare and spread wide open. 

He got up and showed me a thick leather strap. It fed into loops around the bottom of the table.. The first strap slid across just below my bellybutton. The second strap went just below my breasts, tightly securing me to the table. He put a third strap across my neck.  Finally, he put a set of handcuffs around each wrist and secured them to metal loops just under the table. I wasn't going anywhere.  

The doctor came back over and stood beside my head. He calmly put his fingers over one eye and opened my eyelid. He looked into my eye for a moment, then did the same with my other eye. He flipped a switch on the machine attached to the cones covering my breasts. I felt suction on my breasts, and heat, and my tender flesh being pumped.  My breasts expanded to fill every inch of the plastic cones. I let out a scream, my first scream since he had drugged me. The drugs were wearing off. 

“Noooooooooooo...” I managed a few words. “You can't milk....”

“Oh yes I can, and I will.” He smiled again, his dark eyes laughing at me. 

I felt my breasts tug and pull and stretch. It felt like my entire chest was being detached from my body. I cried. The sound of the machine's engine filled the little room. I could not hear anything else but the rhythmic pumping, over and over. I looked down and watched my breasts being sucked upwards, watched my nipples elongate and stretch and bloat. It felt like my muscles were going to tear, that the machine would just suck the meat of my breasts right up into the tubes and into the container next to me.  I moaned. My flesh felt so tender, so sensitive all over. 

The doctor reached down between my raised legs and fingered me as tears ran down my face. My clit was so hard, like a little rock, and he pinched it between his fingers and pulled on it. The latex glove felt cool against my hot pussy. He drove his fingers into me and wiggled them inside my tight wet pussy. 

Then he slowly pulled out his fingers and ran one finger down my skin to my exposed asshole. I let out a gasp. He rubbed the tip of his wet finger against my tender little hole, drew small circles around it, teased it and pushed gently. I tried to wiggle but could not move. He stopped before his finger slid inside my ass. 

“Oh, you are going to be tight, my little slut. But I am going to save that for later.” He was leaning close to my ear, whispering close to me over the sound of the milking machine. “You will get a thorough anal examination when I return.”

He raised his head and looked at my breasts, taut and purple, my nipples sucking up and releasing, over and over. I moaned for him. He was still smiling.

“Look, you dirty whore. You are excreting. I wonder how much you will fill the container with those nice big tits of yours before I return.” I looked down and saw a small amount of milky liquid inside the tubes, sucking downward into the bottle next to me. “Just like a common animal.” He laughed. 

He stood up straight and surveyed his work. He reached down and brushed a tear off my cheek. I had my mouth open and was groaning as the suction pumps worked my breasts. 

“Goodbye for now, little one.” He turned and opened the door. “I will leave the lights on only so you can see how much you excrete for me. Enjoy your pain, slut.” And with that, he left and closed the door behind him. I heard a key turn in a lock. I tried to cry out, but nothing came from my parched throat but another moan. 







