Jen yawned her eyes still closed. She felt tired still, not really sure why, but she didn't mind. It had been a long day at the Stampede. From hitting the rides, to embarrassing herself in front of the surgeon, to cheering on the chuck wagons to....wait a second...her friend had dragged her to him. They had been walking the midway and just happened to show up where they were. Jen groaned and thought she heard someone make a "shh" noise. Her forehead creased as she tried to remember what they did after they met on the grounds.....oh right they went for drinks and then she went to help the doctor take his friends back to his car....

Her eyes shot open and immediately blinked trying to close at the bright light. Her hand tried to come up to block the light from her eyes but something held it down. Jen forced her eyes to stay open as she looked down towards her right hand, pulling up again, she noticed it was restrained. She turned her head to the side and looked at her left wrist as she pulled with both her hands, but it too was tied down and neither of them were able to move. Groaning she moved her head and saw a man step into her line of vision. He was fairly tall, and as her eyes focus she saw he was wearing a surgical mask, gown, cap, and even gloves. Panic swept over her like a tornado and she pulled at all the restraints.

Johnny stood there looking down at her as she tried to struggle. Though her clothes were still on he could still make out the outline of her breasts through her tight low cut top. Her cleavage tempting him with the quick rise and fall of her chest with each breath. He wondered how full her breasts would be after he freed them from their restraints. How round and pink would her nipples be? His mind wandered as did his eyes, traveling up and down the length of her body. Peter waved to him from behind her head grabbing his attention. Jen had given in slightly to her restraints, still breathing hard but she wasn't struggling as much. He could see the questions running through her mind but her tongue was hidden behind the fear. Granted he wouldn't hurt...well ok he might end up hurting her, but only in a way that would give her pleasure in the end. The best kind of pain, but of course he wouldn't tell her that, least not yet, he'd let her figure that out. Turning slightly to his side, he took a pair of scissors off the moving table and looked at her for a moment. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and started cutting upwards.

Jen wasn't sure if she should sit still or move like her life depended on it. Her head moved quickly from side to side to figure out where she was, but every she saw, just said the same thing, operating room. She felt her shirt lift up at the bottom and tried to look down. She saw him then, the surgeon looking down as he cut the material away. He paused at the base of her sternum and looked her in the eyes. Jen could have sworn he was smirking behind that mask. Ug that mask! What a strange mix of emotions it sent through her. Part of her mind screamed at her that she was in surgery and every horror movie she ever watched flashed through her mind, yet another part of her saw it as giving him power, control, adding to his hotness, or in Jen's case her hotness. The kind of hotness that ran between her legs. Hell she wanted to move just so he wouldn't find that part out, but she couldn't. All she could do was stare back into the eyes looking down at her from atop of the mask as he held the scissors in the one spot, threatening to continue cutting and expose her chest to him. She took a deep breath, which was her downfall, he kept cutting, the material of her shirt falling away. He moved down the short sleeves and before she knew it her shirt was nothing but tatters somewhere underneath and beside her.

Johnny held back a sigh as he looked down at her chest and abdomen. Her skin looked soft and smooth, no visible scars or injuries on first glance, and her bra still teasing him with its hidden gems. Smiling behind the mask he took the scissors and instead of cutting her bra off of her, cut a small hole in her right breast slowly enlarging it so that her erect pink nipple was now showing. It looked as though she was being turned on by this, or at least she was responding to him. He then did the same to her left breast. Peter nodded from Jens head, his approval of the view he now held, of more than just her cleavage.

Jen couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her lips as her nipples were exposed. She was almost more confused now then she was before. Was this surgeon playing with her? Was this all a dream? Or worse, was this going to turn her on and turn out to be some practical joke meant to scare her, but in the end only embarrass her? Oh for the love of...didn't operating rooms have observation areas attached to them?! She pulled on the restraints and saw the surgeon stand up shaking his head. He nodded to someone behind her. Oh crap! So they weren't the only two! There was someone else, did that mean there were lots of people behind her or only one? She closed her eyes for a moment, but as she opened them she saw a hand wave over her face. She swallowed her moth opening slightly, as a black mask came from behind her and moved down towards her face. She tried moving her head to the side, but a hand came out and guiding her face back to mid-line. She balled her hands up in fists as her only way to try and escape, knowing of course that she couldn't get out of the restraints. The mask moved closer to her nose and mouth, blocking out her view of the surgeon. Her heart felt like it was pounding its way out of her chest as she stared up at it. Was it going to knock her out? And did she want that? If it did knock her out then she wouldn't be awake for anything that the surgeon did, wouldn't feel any pain...or pleasure. Wait did she just admit that she might feel pleasure while restrained to a surgical table? She gave her head a mental shake. That was just wrong. But if she didn't go to sleep she would have to feel everything, including the strange excitement she got every time the surgeon moved towards her. The wetness between her legs was causing havoc as her mind tried to decide what it wanted. She wanted to feel his touch, but she didn't at the same time. The rubber looking mask continued to tempt her with the unknown, as she stared at it, seeing something coming off of it and traveling behind her. As she started at it she started to feel more relaxed. She took a couple breaths and realized the mask never actually touched her face.

Johnny took a step back and watched as Peter tease her with the gas. The mask hanging mere inches from her face, forcing her to concentrate on it and only it. She would quickly learn he had full control and she would have to submit to him. He had lots in store for her, and he could make it difficult or easy, it was her choice, though if it were him he would chose both, and secretly that was his plan, a mix of both pleasure and pain. As she started to relax a bit he took the scissors and cut her bra from her body, taking pleasure in watching her breasts fall naturally out to the sides slightly.

Jen blinked as the mask was taken from her sight. She felt that her bra had been cut off, but she didn't seem to mind as much, she chopped that up to the fact that her nipples had already been exposed. She watched as her surgeon turned and walked away, she could hear a something open and hear some glass being shifted before it closing again, but she didn't get much of a chance to try and guess what was going on, when the mysterious person behind her, took hold of her arm and wrapped a piece of rubber tubing tight around her arm, just above her elbow. She gave a slight groan and looked towards her right arm. The surgeon walked back and stood beside her, she blinked looking him up and down, her heart no longer trying to find a way out of her chest, she tried to relax, thinking that maybe he would let her go if she gave in, yet part of her hoping that he wouldn't at the same time.

Johnny walked back towards her, letting his eyes go cold and clinical as he bent down over her arm. His fingers lightly slapping the skin below the rubber tubing to make her veins pop out. He then turned so he knew she could see him directly. Showing her then, the small vial he had taken, between his fingers, then picked up a syringe from the rolling table.

Jens eyes went wide as she saw the syringe. She had wondered what he had been doing with her arm until she saw that. Her right hand made a first and she tried to ask for him to stop, or at least to tell her what was going on, but her mouth was dry and her tongue refused to speak. She watched him in silence, her eyes begging for answers, pleading for some glimmer of what to expect, but getting nothing. The needle poked into the vital and she watched it fill up, he took the vial away and pressed the plunger, liquid spraying out of the syringe as he cleared the air bubbles. Was he really going to give her that? And what was it? Her hand continued to flex and make a fist, trying to pull against the restraint as his hand once again tapped on her inner arm. Seeming satisfied with whatever he had done, she felt the cool wetness of an alcohol swab wipe across her arm. She finally found her voice. "Please." He never looked at her. Why was that the word that came out? And why couldn't she say please no? Or even please explain?

The needle pinched as it dug deep into her arm. She wanted to squirm, to move, but didn't afraid it would hurt more or do damage if she did try to move. She couldn't even look away, even as the liquid slightly burned and tingled on its way in, her eyes hypnotized on his fingers pushing the plunger down and the drug into her arm. She thought she heard someone say the word 'nice,' but wasn't sure. The surgeon removed the rubber tubing and stood for a moment watching her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. Her hand still making fits and flexing her fingers, she thought it felt funny. Her left hand seems to still be quick and respond right away but her right hand seemed slow as though it were falling asleep. She looked towards her arm, and that simple movement was like she had done a secret signal to the surgeon. His fingers moved to her arm pinching and putting pressure on it. She gave him a questioning look. And as he pinched again, she could clearly see he held skin, even likely muscle between his fingers, but she felt nothing. She tried again to move her fingers but nothing happened. She gasped and looked at him, he just nodded. Jen stared at her arm, almost trying to will her hand to move, but what she saw next she could have sworn stopped her heart. The surgical light glinted off the metal of the scalpel he now held against her skin. Her mouth dropped open...