Despite my inner calm I slept fretfully that night, I realised what it was after waking the second time. It was the restraints, they were making me horny. As I lay there gazing at the ceiling in the dark I began to wonder about what Dr Sinn had said about me being hyper sexual. I had always been interested in sex though exclusively with women, even though being pounded by the male slave had felt good all the excitement had come from Pauline being there. Reflecting on the most amazing fetish filled day and being in a restrained position unable to relative my pressure was frustrating and even more arousing. I tried unsuccessfully not to use the diaper, and was gladdened when I heard movement in the hallway. Pauline and Cindy walked into the room both wearing the same colour scrubs as the previous day and wide smiles

“Good morning Ginnie” Pauline said, coming next to my bed and opening a cabinet pulling her scrubs over her head exposing her sexy body. Cindy mirrored Pauline on the other side and I felt my face flush as the nurses exposed themselves, but then began to pull on thick green rubber aprons, and elbow length yellow gloves. Each stretch and snap of the rubber latex made my cheeks heat and my pussy grow wetter. They both completed their ensemble by pulling on transparent masks through which I could still see their sly smiles.

“A busy day for you.” Pauline said rubbing her hands over me making my flesh tingle and she undid one side of the diaper.

“Very busy indeed.” said Cindy as she mirrored Paulines motion

They undid the diaper and pulled it away Cindy turning to throw it in the bin while Pauline leaned in and inspected me closely shaking her head.

“Oh Ginnie, bed wetting is a very naughty thing to do.” Pauline said, taking my ankle as she released it from the restraint.

“Very naughty indeed.” Echoed Cindy

“Oh,” I said my voice husky “I am so sorry, nurse, please punish me.” I was practically begging. I was so horny.

Both nurses smiled through their translucent mask and pulled my legs up and back exposing my quivering ass and dripping cunt.

“Two minutes ready and mark.” Pauline said

SMACK Cindy's gloved hand struck my ass I yelped in pain and pleasure as Pauline echoed Cindy's action there other gloved hand firmly holding my legs up and back as I squirmed in the restraints

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

I cried in pain, but it still felt like ecstasy.

“Oh she is getting very wet.” Cindy observed her own voice husk.

“You are going to continue to be very popular around here dear if you keep this up.

I whimpered as the spanking continued. I didn't know what was wrong with me to enjoy it so much. That was a lie actually one I told myself because it was so wrong to admit what I liked and I knew what I liked. I was a masochist. I felt pain but from it and from the control I was under I felt excitement too. I had always been this way and been called freak and pervert, even by other lesbians. Now though I wasn't only living what was probably my deepest fetish it was so..normal..it was strange but the normality of each and every sick perversion in this community made me feel more accepted. I revelled in it and Pauline and Cindy must have sensed my joy as they each gave me one last good smack. I winced and cried with a sharp yelp as much as I enjoyed the helplessness, the control, the medical aesthetic. I wasn't a pain slut though and my ass was really sore.

“Ow” I said as Pauline helped me from my bed and to my feet, then down to my knees. I saw Cindy had already filled the food bowl.

“Eat up Ginnie its going to be a long and exhausting day.” Pauline said

I did as told wolfing down the cubes which had a nice banal taste not too strongly flavoured or too bland.

I suckled from the tit of the water bottle Pauline offered looping up at her soft smiling face. Pauline was a mommy sub I decided. She like to be in control and boss the other girls around but also nurture us. Cindy on the other hand.

“Ah” I cried in irritation as Cindy pinched my ass signalling me to finish.

Cindy was definitely a sadist.

“Right lets get you cleaned up.” Pauline said clipping the lead to my collar. Which I noticed fit nicely over the choker all slaves wore in this community.

I started to turn to the shower only for Pauline to tug me the other direction.

“No no in the morning patients go to the washroom for a deep clean inside and out.” She said gleefully.

I grimaced at that remembering the painful enema Dr Carter had given me. Still I twitched my hips as I followed after Pauline admiring her shapely ass and smooth back which was exposed and accented by the thick rubber apron and long gloves. I crawled into the hallway I stopped for a moment in surprise.

I wasn't sure what I had been expecting but all down the hallway other patients were being led out of their rooms in the exact same manner as I. Each leashed and naked accompanied by a pair of nurses in green rubber aprons, long yellow gloves and transparent mask

There must have been at least 20 of them, most like me from what I could see showed red marks on their bottoms, from recent spankings probably identical to my own. They crawled along the clean corridor with their near naked escorts past other nurses at their station sipping coffee and preparing instruments and past a line of five women in white coats being briefed by Dr Kent who wore her hair up this morning. I followed as Pauline yanked me along but still marvelled at what I saw. At first I thought the patients were about two thirds women and a third male but then I spied a beautiful heavy breasted woman with a huge erection wobbling between his/her legs. Most looked scared or upset, a few seemed worried and no one looked happy. I had begun to sense that the clinic was a place of pain and humiliation for the slaves in this community.

We were led into a large room at the end of the hall labelled simply Showers. In plain white letters on a plain green sign. You saw signs like that in every medical facility in the world. The room though didn't look like a shower room it was large and square with at least 40 table showers lined up in rows of five each table seemed to be a self contained station with a series of cabinets underneath and an adjacent sink and counter. I was led to one of the tables and crawled up positioning myself on all fours my lead strapped to the latch at the head of a table.

‘This is how dogs get cleaned at the vet.’ I thought the realisation was drifting towards my stunned and overwhelmed mind. I quickly glanced around and saw that although only half the tables were full the nurses had lined the patients up next to each other. No doubt to increase efficiency and apparently to let them chit chat as they began to chitter to each other while their gloved hands molested their nude and semi restrained charges. I was at the end of the room so ahead of me was a blank wall, but next to me I saw a cute little brown haired girl with almond eyes and olive skin also being secured while on the other side was a fit man probably in his forties, his nipples pierced and his body decoratively tattooed. He wore a red gag in his mouth and his eyes were wild. My own eyes bulged as I saw the size of his massive cock straining against a chasity cage.

“Morning Pauline, Cindy.” said a Nurse near the male.

“Morning Jody, Rufus is back then?” Pauline said turning on the nozzles that began to wash warm water over my crouching form.

“Yup pre-studing check up and evaluation. He is going to knock Tabby up.” the blue eyed sweet voiced nurse said. As she scrubbed the males body with soap in the same fashion Cindy and Pauline began to lather mine.

“Oh wow, natural or artificial?” Cindy asked.

“You know Dr Kuml.” One of the other nurses from another table chimed as she pushed her fingers into her female subjects ass causing the girl to squeal. “She always likes a good natural insemination.”

I tried to anticipate the probing of my own orifices by soapy rubber fingers. I failed and also cried in pain. As Cindy's gloved fingers penetrated my ass.

“Ughhh ahh” I cried.

“Oh does she not like the ass?” One of the nurses working on the brown girl who also cried in pain.

“Just hasn't been properly trained yet.” Cindy said adding a additional finger.

I clenched my hand and pressed my face into the cold table as she twisted and stretched while Pauline finished scrubbing me.

The water went off but the room was warm enough it didn't bother me. Then I saw next to me the male, Rufus they had called him his head down his ass up quivering tears in his eyes as the two nurses cruelly shoved a thick enema nozzle into him. I felt Pauline push me down and I complied knowing what was coming.

“AHHHH” I cried as the thick nozzle was forced into my tight ass.

“Shhhh.” Pauline said, stroking me “Remember to breathe.”

I did as she said wanting to please her. Oh no I thought as the warm water flooded into me. I was loving this again. Wanting to please Pauline, and feeling completely exposed. Yet the niggle at the back of my mind was not dismissed as easily as before. The girl next to me cried as the enema nozzle filled her, and she kept crying, sobbing and sobbing. The nurses only response was to laugh and harshly pinch her nipples and labia.

“Oh a weak one you have there.” Cindy commented.

I tried to focus on the conversation to distract from the horrible sensation flooding into my belly setting off awful cramps.

“Yes Sweetie is brand new off the farm she's here for her pre auction health check.” One of the nurses playing with the girl's nipples replied.

“Not worth much with that flat chest and skinny frame.” Pauline observed

“Well we will see you know some mistresses have strange taste.” The other nurse replied

I couldn't take the pressure any more and began to plead.

“Please Nurse Pauline, this is killing me.”

Pauline swatted my ass causing my cramps to magnify and me to cry out “AHHHH”

“Hush Ginnie you won't die it will only feel like you will.” Pauline said

I gritted my teeth as the tears rolled down my cheek. I glanced at the enema bag on the neighbouring table and wish I hadn't. It was so big.

“Does she really have pubic hair.” Another nurse asked. I couldn't see who my eyes were now shut to try to hold back the pain and my tears.

“Oh yes they haven't shaved her yet. But we are going to today, you know how much Dr Kuml hates untidy pussys.” A voice answered I couldn't tell if it was Pauline or Cindy I was in to much pain.

Finally the pressure eased and I felt Cindy working on the plug, but the pressure was still on my ass stretching me in a very painful way.

“Okay Ginnie now up on all fours.” Pauline instructed her voice soft and soothing.

I did as I was told and positioned myself on all fours then let the nurses guide me to a squat over the end of the table were a large drain was. Cindy gingerly pulled the plug and let the milky white contents of the enema flush out of me.

I sighed in relief as the pressure on my belly eased and finally finished.

Around us many of the other slaves having released their own contents were being rinsed and then helped down from the table. Pauline and Ciny though had me go back to all fours and then flip over to my back.

“We are shaving you today Ginnie.” Pauline said “You have a Physio profile, EKG, then we will need to take you down to Ward 5 for a full gynaecological and fertility assessment before your ductoscopy and colonoscopy. After that you will have a few hours to sleep before they present you to the board, and you will need the sleep.”

I nodded my mouth slack my eyes darting to where Cindy was mixing the soap and water in a bowl the straight edge razors gleaming on the small counter next to the cold shower table. Pauline and Cindy moved rapidly and impersonally lathering my pussy and to my suprise, legs and armpits with cream. They worked in unison Cindy starting from the top of my body Pauline from the bottom. They were very skillful, the straight edge razors gliding over my skin. I dared not move though but I shivered and my nipples hardened not just from my now drying skin but the obvious sharpness of the blades. My pubic hair had grown back in the few days since Dr Carter had quickly shorne me in the hotel room though that felt like a life time ago now Cindy and Pauline expertly scraped away the few budding hairs and then lathered my whole body with a sweet smelling cream which after a few minutes began to burn.

I tried to get up but Pauline pressed me back down.

“Na uh lay still.”

I gasped in pain as they began rising me again the cool water feeling like ice on the fire of my skin.

Finally though it subsided. I noticed there were still a few patients being tended to in the shower room but most had been taken out. I was dried and led back to my room where I waited dutifully on my knees and Cindy and Pauline changed out of their shower uniforms and then helped me on a gurney.

They rolled me through the halls and along the way the banal perversion of the clinic continued to show itself, a group of nurses admiring and molesting a young well built man who was blushing profusely as he was weighed and measured. His turgid cock being roughly handled by the gathered group of women. Two girls in a exam room kissing passionately on a table, their bodies covered in wires and probes as a circle of medical personnel observed and poked and prodded them. Then we entered and area I recognized as heading back toward the Psych lab but this time turned down a corridor labelled Physio Lab.

I was rolled through a door marked Physio 1 and my eyes widened at what I saw. The room was very large and looked like a combination of a gym and science lab. A wide wooden floor square dominated one corner taking up a quarter of the room, two full wall mirrors and a ballet bar completed the picture of a piece of a dance studio that had been deposited here. Three large lights the kind you would see in a surgical suit shone on the corner while all manner of sensors and cameras also scrutinised the empty space. Next to the dance corner was what looked like a corner of a gym with a treadmill and a weight lifting bench. The third corner of the room had a series of monitoring stations, cabinets and other equipment that was clearly meant to assess the subjects in the dance and fitness parts of the room. The final quarter of the room is where the nurses parked the gurney. It had what looked like gym lockers and a bench. I glanced around at the people in the room. I recognized Dr Sinn at once in her white lab coat a black sports crop top and workout spanks. There were three other women in the room busily preparing various things rather than nurses scrubs; they wore sports bras but no bottoms, their hairless clits and asses gleaming in the bright light as they worked. Again I noticed the subtle barcodes that seemed to be tattooed on all the slaves. I shook my head in astonishment of the scale of it all. They kept calling this a ‘clinic’ but it seemed to have the staff and facilities of a large hospital.

“Hi Ginnie sleep well?” Dr Sinn said perkily coming over and putting her stethoscope on.

Pauline and Cindy helped me sit up on the gurney and I nodded in reply.

“Yes Doctor Sinn.”

Dr Sinn smiled “Good good.”

The stethoscope felt cold as she pressed it to my skin listening intently. Her other hand drifted over to my nipple and began to gently play with it.

I gave intake of breath at the sensation and was chided to ‘relax’ by the doctor.

Dr Sinn went through the usual sounding checking my heart and lungs and then nodded.

“Okay Pauline and Cindy we have her from here.” Dr Sinn said

The two nurses inclined their heads and left I turned back to see Dr Sinn inches from my face her fingers gently tweaking my nipples. She kissed me gently and I kissed her back.

She grabbed my wrist and lead me over to the wooden floor. Where her assistant waited statins at attention bare legs straight chest out there nipples poking through the sports bras.

“Okay girls” Dr Sinn said addressing her three assistants Ginnie is here for a full Pyshio work up, we have her weight and BDI from Dr Kent exam yesterday but for a successful profile we need a much more detailed assessment. So standard procedure flexibility measurement, resting heart, weights, and finally EKG.”

Dr Sinn released my hand as the three assistant descended on me. They were all cute and young probably 19 or 20 fit and lean. I felt myself get wet as they took me and began urging me into position. First they had me stand as straight as I could while the took measuring tapes and rattled off my hip, bust, and limb length to Dr Sinn who made notes on her clip board. I was so focused on the gir measuring my hips her face very close to my freshly shaved pussy that I squeaked and jerked when another closed a pair of callipers over my nipple.

“Ginnie hold still.” Dr Sinn chided.

“Sorry Doctor Sinn.” I said sheepishly as the girl with the callipers winked at me before giving my nipple measurement to Dr Sinn.

“Okay lets stretch you out.” One of the girls said

I wasn't sure what she meant then I found out they had me go through a series of stretches and poses pushing me to go as far as I could. Trying to touch my toes while standing then lying down. It wouldn't have been so flustering except the three girls were extremely handsy they deliberately let their hands linger over my body, brush against my tits, ass or near my pussy. I was already horny from the showers, but this was making it more unbearable. After the initial stretches. Dr Sinn took a weird canberra device that was on a track in the ceiling and used it to take pictures of me on the monitor behind her. I could see the pictures appearing with all sorts of lines and data measuring my flexibility. I squatted, bent, and pranced at her direction. They had me use the ballet bar. I blushed as Dr Sinn photographed me one leg on the bar, my arms stretched over my head, my body bare for all to see. Despite being fully naked constantly for a full day I wasn't use to it yet. I didn't know if I ever would be. I didn't try to cover myself but my cheeks flushed especially as Dr Sinn was not shy in commenting on how attractive I looked.

“Okay then time to see what you can lift.” Dr Sinn said, swatting my ass.

I meekly walked over to the weight bench where two of the nurses were setting up the bar. The third rubbed my body down with disinfectant and began attaching probes to my chest. The heart rate monitor began to beep illustrating my anxiety.

“Lets start her with 40.” Dr Sinn said

I was pushed back on the bar, my hands grasping the rough surface. Dr Sinns assitance taking one more chance to tweak my nipples.

“Oh we almost forgot the subdural probe.” Dr Sinn said innocently holding up a pink ribbed dildo with wires coming off it.

I felt me legs lifted up and I held onto the bar for stability as two assistants lifted them off the floor and almost over my head rolling me back.

The third dripped warm lubricant over my ass and I cringed.

“Dr please.” I gasped but it was too late.

Dr Sinn tested the flexibility of my ass at first then cruelly shoved the probe inside causing me to cry out as it painfully stretched me.

“We will need to punish you later Ginnine for your exceptionally poor discipline.” Dr Sinn said slapping my still exposed ass with a SMACK.

I cried in pain as the nurses lowered me feet down and I heard a click. The bar above me released. I caught the sudden weight and pushed it up until it clicked reliving me of the burden.

“Very good 60.” Dr Sinn said

I was ready this time or tried to be as again I caught the weight of the bar. My breast jiggled and the probes pulled on my naked skin as I slid the bar back up my mind focused not on the weight but on the dildo stretching my poor ass and the wetness between my legs.

“90.” I managed it

“120”

“140”

“160”

By the time she said ‘180’ I was spent the weight was to much. I struggled to get it off of me.

“I..I..” I cried, gasping for breath.

Then suddenly grinning wickedly Dr Sinn raised a box with a red button/

“Sorry Ginnie but we need you to push yourself.” She said pressing the button.

The shock coursed through me from my ass through my vagina up to my tits.

“Ahhh..ughhhh I can do…ughhh” I cried and grunted as I pushed the weight off of me.

The machine clicked.

“190” Dr Sinn said

I couldn't do it I couldn't. Pain coursed through my vagina and I reached down with all my strength and pushed. The pain from the metal implement lodged snuggly in my pussy subsided but it was replaced by a new pain as my muscles cried out in agony.

“Ahhhhh” my voice added to the anguish my body felt. Sweat had begun to trickle from my pores and I blinked away the salty burning sensation as I pushed harder.

Click. Please I though please let that be it.

“195”

I couldn't, I just couldn't the shock ripped through me again.

“Ahhhhh, AGGGGHHHHHH!!!” I screamed unreservedly as the pain overwhelmed me, but I couldn't lift it.

The shock seemed to go on forever though it was probably just a minute. Finally it subsided. Dr Sinns assistant pulled the weight off me and one whipped my face the cool cloth feeling good on my skin.

Dr Sinn was nodding as she marked her clipboard.

“Very nice Ginnie now up on the bike with you.”

I was spent and I tried to shake my head.

The assistant grabbed me and forced me roughly over the weight bench my face touching the floor my ass in the air.

SMACK!!”

I cried

“SMACK”

“Being a slave requires instant and total obedience.” Dr Sinn intoned gravely as her hand landed another blow on my bare reddining ass.

“SMACK”

“I am sorry doctor.” I cried tear streaming down my cheeks.

There was a pop and pressure on my bottom eased as the butt plug was pulled out, but my relief was short lived.

“I think we need to upgrade you to a size three.” Dr Sinn said

“Ahhhhh” I cried as I felt the much larger plug pushing against my tight bottom.

“AGGGGHHH, AHHHHH Please Doctor PLEASE!.” I cried but to no avail.

“And now for your pussy.” Dr Sinn said.

I wailed but it was useless the assistant pinned me down. I felt there hands grasping the interior of my bum cheeks and pulling my pussy open.

“And” Dr Sinn said

Oh it was big it felt like a fist

“Ahhhh”

“We” Dr Sinn practically sang the words in harmony to my cries of pain.

“AHHHH UGGHHHH TO BIG.” I shouted

“Go!” Dr Sinn cried triumphantly as the plug slid into me

I was bawling in pain tears and sweat running down my face as the assistant hauled me upwards, one tied my hair behind my head which was a small relief as it had been getting into my tear stained eyes.

They pushed and dragged me to the exercise bike and I climbed on. The pain was still pronounced especially when I sat down but I grunted and endured it. Especially as it was making me feel excited again. Dr Sinn smiling smugly as she watched me be arranged on the bike really helped to fire me up also. I thought again about what she had said the previous day. I guess I was a slave slut. The assistants giggles as they strapped my hands to the handlebars and my feet to the pedals. One of them roughly shoved an oxygen mask over my face. I felt something rubbery and firm press against my mouth and I bit down. It was a nipple inside the mask. It filled my whole mouth but I found it was blowing air.

I felt a sting from the probe in my pussy and on instinct started to pedal.

I could hear the heart monitor beeping, but other than that I had nothing to look at except Dr Sinn and the assistant smirking faces. I could feel the plugs in my body pushing on my horniness but unable to get all the way there.

I pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

Dr Sinn just watched and nodded causing the plugs to zap me whenever I began to slow

Sweat began to sting my eyes.

My naked body began to shine under the lights.

Dam it I thought cutting through the exhaustion I just want to fuck.

I pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

Surely we had to be coming to the end. My legs were burning it fetl like I had been on here for hours. But whenever I started to slow. ZAP!

So I pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

And pedalled

I couldn't take it anymore the zaps couldn't make me go on my legs stopped moving even as I writhed in pain.

Dr Sinn nodded, marking her clipboard.

“Well done Ginnie, now girls give her a release then send her back they are expecting her in Ward 5.”

The three assistants unstrapped me and pulled me from the bike. My muscles felt dead and I was unable to move or stand. Two of them pulled the leads and probes from me while the third helped me stay upright on the chair.

Then they pulled me to a mat on the wooden floor. Two of them sat me up supporting me with their bodies and pulled my legs apart, while the third, the cutest of the three with blonde hair, blue eyes and a button nose pulled on elbow length yellow gloves.

“Breath,” she said, pulling the plugs from my bottom and pussy at once.

“Ughh” I cried as she raised an eyebrow then smiled. She lifted the bra which had been concealing her firm tits and my breath caught. Then began fingering my pussy. Two fingers I cried out in pleasure then three.

Okay I thought

Then two fingers entered my bottom.

I lost my sense of control as my lust overtook me but the relief from having the plugs removed was replaced by a new sensation of fullness and the blondes rubber gloves fully entered my orifices. She was double fisting me, something I had only heard about but never experienced. I writhed in pain and agony but was unable to pull away as the other two women held me firmly.

I gritted my teeth and was surprised as the orgasm didnt creep up so much as it broke loose like a dam. I felt my skin go warm as it came out all at once.

“Ahhh Ahhhh” I cried

“She is squirting Doctor.” The blond said

She was right my fluids were gushing out of me onto the mat and I was writhing in agony and pleasure.

The blond didn't stop she pushed her fist into me and pulled in a rhythmic fashion it was to much to bear and I screamed.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

I must have fainted because when I came to I was back in my room laying on a rubber sheet. Pauline and Cindy were hovering over me soaping my body with warm wet sponges.

“Oh…” I said

But Pauline put still dry her finger on my lips and smiled.

“Relax Ginie, you had a big workout.” she said.

“That was insane.” I managed to mutter despite myself.

Pauline and Cindy nodded.

“The Physio test pushes you to your physical and sexual limit.” Cindy said

“You really impressed Dr Sinn.” Pauline said “You might want to be careful, if you keep doing this well the doctors will start to fight over you.”

“Why is that a bad thing?” I asked luxuriating in the warm softness of the sponges.

Cindy and Pauline looked at each other. Then glanced at the door. Pauline spoke in a soft whisper.

“Because they own us, we are play things to them. Its bad enough when you belong to one, but when you get passed around.” Pauline shuddered. “There is no limit to what they can imagine, and no limit to how they can make you suffer.”

I knew she was trying to warn me but all I could feel was excitement.

I was relieved from the sponge bath, but despite my blackout orgasm I could feel my horniness creeping back. As Puline and Cindy soft hands ran over my body lingering on my breast and pussy. Finally they dried me and I felt my eyes growing heavy, but they shot opened wider as Pauline and Cindy began to drape a rubber sheet over me from my neck down. I looked up at Pauline with curious eyes but she just shushed me and proceeded to tuck the sheet tightly around me. They rolled me from the room down the hall way thus cocooned. It was arousing for sure but also I was a little nervous, up until now the clinic hadn’t been anything I couldn't handle, but then I saw the sign Ward 5 Surgical WIng. My pulse quickened and my throat tightened as my eyes darted around. The rooms we were passing were clearly labelled. Operating Room 1, Breast Enhancement Lab, Testicle adjustment Lab.

Pauline and Cindy began to turn the gurney into a room labelled Gynolocial Theatre 3.

The room was terrifying, thats the only way to describe it.

A black gynaecological surgical table sat in the middle of the room illuminated by four overhead lights. The floor and walls were tiled with a sickly green colour which only make the table stand out more starkly. Heart rate monitors, blood oxygen units and a gynaecological microscope flanked the table along with several trays of instruments, all covered with light blue cloths. Six women ringed the table, four in blue rubber dresses with blue caps white mask and elbow length yellow gloves and two in the same outfit but coloured red for the clothes and black for the gloves.

Pauline and Cindy parked me next to the table and I felt my breathing quicken as I continued to look at the room, real fear creeping into my stomach. At the same time something else I couldn't banish no matter how much my rational mind tried to fight it. There was an excitement in the very bottom of my chest. I felt my naked skin under the rubber blanket, my nipples pressing into the material and its heavy fabric pressing down on my pubis. These women were going to treat me like their little play thing, put me on that table and expose every inch of me while their gloved hands did painful humiliating things to me. The terror and excitement mixed in my chest to cause a thrilling exhilaration along with it a sense of helplessness and submission that only increased my excitement. The nurses had said something to Pauline and Cindy while I was distracted by my introspection. The two nurses I was now familiar with turned and left. Pauline briefly squeezing my shoulder reassuringly before she did. Gloved hands took me blanket and all and laid me on the table as the gurney was rolled away. The lights shown brightly and I was stunned to see a mirror on the ceiling letting me view everything that was happening. Including myself cocooned in the green blanket my hair spilling out around my head.

The masked faced loomed over me staring down with firm disdain. I could see one of the red masked figures was Dr Kuml her eyes watching me intently. I didn't recognize the other red clad figure, but she had the most intense blue eyes contrasted by her oriental features and porcelain skin. The blue eyed woman who I guessed was Dr Kantwell spoke her voice firm and commanding.

“Secure her.” she said

One of the nurse yanked the blanket away roughly revealing my pale body, heavy breast and curvy form. There hands seized me and began strapping me to the table.

I didn't resist but my breath remained quick. Dr Kuml took my face in one of her gloved hand and lowered her mask.

“Are you not frightened Ginnie?”

“No Doctor Kuml.” I answered honestly “This is for my own good. I am a slave. I belong to the doctors. They know what's best for me.”

Doctor Kuml smiled and kissed me on the face gently. Her lips were soft and warm and as they pressed on mine I felt the straps tightening. My limbs were trapped and I was pinned like a butterfly. Dr Kuml withdrew, pulling her mask up.

“Gag her.” She ordered the nurses.

Strong yellow gloved hands seized my mouth and pulled it open a black ball gag was shoved in and I bit into it.

Dr Kantwell hovered into view her mask also down.

“Hello Ginnie. You have created quite the stir among the nurses and staff. It is rare we get a feral so obedient, even eager to be put under our care.” She smiled wickedly “I still remember when your friend Pauline underwent her induction exam. She screamed and cried and tried to run. We had to force her onto this table. Oh, it was delicious.” She delicately pulled up the mask as I heard the clatter of instruments.

“Now you were a nurse in the vanilla world so you are going to understand what we will be doing to you, but as much as your warped little brain might be excited you need to accept it will be very painful. We do not use anaesthetic on slaves, except local for more intense procedures. This is because slaves need to know their place, they are not people and they are not even animals they are our toys that we can do what we want to.”

My eyes grew wide as she spoke and fear began to overtake my senses. I started to pull against the straps but I knew it was useless. Probes were being attached across my body by the nurses and I felt the table begin to move I was sat up a bit and able to see between my widely splayed legs I looked down at Dr Kuml sitting between my legs rubbing her gloved hands togethers as the lights shown on my bare and vulnerable pussy.

Did I really want this I thought.

My mind pulled in two directions, the fear for the first time since I got here making it a fairer fight.

I heard the beeping of the machines, and Dr Kantwell reached out and began to fondle my breast not in a professional or clinical way, but very sexually letting her hands massage and rub my tits while her fingers played with my nipples.

“Oh yes she is getting wet.” Dr Kuml said mockingly

It was true I was despite everything I couldn't help but feel the excitement of living out my deepest and darkest fetish. The fetish I had shown no one ever except Dr Carter. I spied a camera in the corner of the room, its red light watching me.

I focused on that and began to relax.

Dr Carter was watching, Dr Sinn was watching Dr Kent. I looked up at Dr Kantwell and Dr Kuml being a good subject would please them, and I belonged to them. I embraced that thought fully and let it fill me the heart rater monitor began to slow.

Dr Kuml held up a large chrome speculum and the nurses dripped lubricant on my pussy. I sucked in air as the speculum touched my flesh and sighed as it slid into me.

“Well well.” Dr Kantwell said somewhat surprised “They were not lying.”

“No they were not.” Dr Kuml said “A ideal specimen, I will make 50 like her.”

She took out a probe and pushed it into me. I cried out in pain and bit into the gag.

“Nurse sterilise her tits lets get this ductoscopy finished while Dr Kuml examines her ovaries.

I tried to calm myself but the restraints and the gag were making my animal brain feel more and more helpless. I tried to think using the rational part of my brain to drown out the fear.

Okay a ductoscopy was a minimally invasive examination of the milk ducts it shouldnt be to bad, and Dr Kuml was checking my ovaries I could see her closely examining my open vagina in the mirror above me. I relaxed a bit, but then stiffened as Dr Kuml began preparing a long sharp probe.

Meanwhile a nurse spread a sickly brown disinfectant across my chest. I froze my heart turning to ice remembering what Dr Kantwell had said. No anaesthesia, not even a local. This was going to hurt badly, I realised.

I whimpered in fear and heard the doctors chuckle at my fear.

“Now that is a more normal response. I was beginning to fear she was insane.” Dr Kantwell said positioning the long needle probe next to my breast.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!’ I screamed through the gag as it penetrated me biting my flesh. It was joined by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and I realised Dr Kuml was using her probe as well.

“Oh Ginnie, a very healthy breast we have here.” Dr Kantwell said cheerfully as she manoeuvred the probe. I bit the gag hard to endure the pain and tried to focus my mind on what was happening.

“Brilliant pair of ovaries, I will extract eggs for the lab, but should be highly fertile.” Dr Kuml said.

“Excellent, we will go ahead and install an IUD to prevent menstruation.” Dr Kantwell replied manoeuvring the probe as she did.

“Ducts are fully developed on the right breast. With a correct course of hormones, production could begin immediately.” Dr Kantwell said

“I think she would be an excellent cow.” Dr Kuml said

Dr Kantwell sighed “Me too but her sexuality, intelligence and obedience scores are too high I think it will be nurse training.”

“Shame” Dr Kuml said “Well she might flunk.”

I was crying as the doctors chatted.

Looking up into the bright lights and the mirror showing my naked helpless form fully exposed and displayed for the doctor's pleasure.

“We could alway vote together.” Dr Kantwell said preparing a needle for my other breast. I cringed as she stuck it in, crying into the gag.

“After you screwed me on Cynthia.” Dr Kuml said removing the speculum and roughly pushing three fingers into my Vagina. “I dont think so.”

“Well I am sorry, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.” Dr Kantwell replied

“Nothing for it. I suppose we will get to play with her quite a bit and in a few years it will probably be time. Of course if you..?” Dr Kuml said

“No.” Dr Kantwell replied.

“But you could.” Dr Kuml said pleading her thumb massaging my clit causing me pleasure despite the pain.

“I said no. I am not messing up her IUD.” Dr Kantwell said with finality.

Dr Kuml huffed through her mask. “Well okay then.”

Dr Kantwell withdrew the probe from my breast letting the nurses clean it up, positioned herself between my legs.

“Now lets have a look here.” Dr Kantwell practically purred.

Dr Kantwell’s gloved hands pulled my labia apart as she peered into my now very exposed vagina. Her hands were firm, but gentle it made me shiver in anticipation. As Dr Kantwell probed my vagina Dr Kuml took a measuring tape and pulled it across my hips nodding as she did so.

“Good birthing hips on her, we really should try to get our hands on her. She would be a perfect fit for our departments.” Dr Kuml said

But Dr Kantwel didn't seem interested; she had pulled the microscope between my legs and was peering into it.

“Her elasticity is very high even considering her recent use, bruising is minimal.”

As Dr Kantwell spoke a Nurse jotted what she said down on a clipboard.

I felt her hands probing me again and could see as she was stretching and massaging my labia.

“Labia is well formed, no unwanted extensions.”

Then her gloved fingers began to gently probe my clitoris and despite myself, the pain and fear I was feeling I let out a rasp of breath.

“Oh my, yes clitoris is very well developed and highly responsive, now let's have a closer look. Clitoral retractor nurse.”

Dr Kantwell took the shiny chrome instrument from the Nurse holding it up so I could see it gleaming under the surgical lights. Slowly her gloved hands gently pushed my clitoralhood back and slid the cold instrument into it. I withered in pain but the straps held me firmly.

“Hmmm yes swelling has gone down but still sufficient enlargement. Patient how does this feel?”

Her fingers gently massaged my exposed organ waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned through my gag in obvious pleasure.

“Hmm excellent now this?”

The doctor pinched the clit with a pair of forceps and it hurt oh it hurt.

“MMMMMMHHHH” I cried into the gag.

Dr Kantwell left the forceps clamped on my clit as she continued her exam. First inserting her fingers one two then finally three into my pussy. The pain dulled but didn't diminish and left me with a mixed with pleasure as I writhed on the table.

“Yes very healthy, very. Now lets get her implanted.”

I felt relief as the forceps and clitoral retractor were removed but then the chill as a cold chrome speculum reentered me.

I saw a tray rolled next to Dr Kantwell and on it was a IUD.

Ice went through my veins as Dr Kantwell began to work. I had seen the procedure done before but never experienced it. Why would I need birth control after all? I felt the cold probing as she used the instruments to open my vagina then a tug and push at my cervix which became a pinch that grew worse and worse. I started to cry out in pain, instinctively trying to move away from the source of my growing agony.

Ahhhh.

AHHHhhhh

AHHHHHHHHH.

The restraints held me firmly I couldn't escape the nurses and Dr Kuml peered down at me without sympathy in their eyes. I looked around desperately for some source of comfort but their was nothing. Then it hit me like a bolt. There was no consent here there was no safeword. I had been in absolute denial to drawn into the excitement of the sick fetishes I was experiencing but now I was being implanted with a IUD without being asked. My fear override my excitement and I struggled.

“Stttttoooopppp.”

I screamed.

Dr Kantwell laughed. “Ah it finally hits her it usually does at this point. You are to far down the rabbit hole my dear their is no stopping.”

Nurses took my nipples and twisted and pulled with their gloved hands before latching on alligator clips.

AHHHHHH..I cried in vain as the stabbing radiated from my womb.

“There we go now this will keep you from getting pregnant and from getting periods until we decide otherwise.” Dr Kantwell said, smacking my thigh as she withdrew her instruments.

Whats wrong with me I wondered. My mind overcoming the panic. As the pain subsided I felt the call of that submissive mind I had inhabited since first encountering Dr Carter at the bar. I dove into it full force not looking back. I gazed up at Dr Kantwell with tear stained eyes and nodded.

“Thhhhnnk uuu Dctrr” I managed through the gag.

Dr Kantwell began to finger me with her gloved hand and rub herself at the same time.

“Oh my you little submissive you perfect little pony. I am going to love working on you.”

One of the nurses came up behind Dr Kantwell and helped her lift her rubber dress. The doctors hands went behind the apron and rubbed herself more vigorously as she watched me intently. I looked up at the mirror and saw what she did myself lying on the table. My limbs securely bound my arms outstretched my legs in the stirrups. Medical probes positioned across my body leading to the monitors my breast clamped painfully by the alligator clips. My shaved pussy oozing juice. I looked delicious.

“Ahhhhuggghhh” Dr Kantwell said as she came supporting herself on my bound leg.. “Lets get her ass checked.” She said

Two of the nurses rolled over a familiar looking machine. I had seen it before it was for colonoscopy, but surely they would put me asleep for this.

“All right nurses, lube her.” Dr Kantwell said sitting back down and taking the tip of the offered probe which looked like a dildo.

“HmmmmmmMMMMM” I started shaking my head and trying to pull away as the nurses gloved hand spilled lube on my ass and began to penetrate my already abused bottom.

“Hold please.” The doctor said and firm hands seized me at my hips holding me I couldn't move.

It hurt going in, but then as it was linked to a long cord it kept hurting.

I was screaming again in pain as they violated me. Dr Kantwell paid it no mind keeping her eyes fixed on the screen which showed the camera image.

Dr Kuml came to my head and looked down at me over her mask.

“Try biting down slave.” she said curtly.

I did biting into the gag with all my might. It did help not much but a bit.

“You should focus on getting your pain tolerance up slave this will be far from the worse thing we do to you.” Dr Kuml said gloatingly

She leaned in and whispered. “Before the year is out I will have that IUD out and a baby in your belly, and then everyday I am going to put you on my table and fuck you until you cant walk straight and I am going to do it again and again and again until you are all used up, and no one will stop me.”

She was describing one of my deepest and most taboo fetishes. I should have felt excitement, but now fear chilled my spine. Dr Kuml wanted to control me wanted to hurt me. They all did and I was helpless. The fear magnified the pain rather than diminishing it. I shook my head my eyes gazing up at Dr Kuml in fear. She grabbed one of the nurses standing nearby and forced her to her knees. The girl complied and I could see in the mirror she moved under the apron Dr Kuml was wearing and I assume began to please the doctor orally. Dr Kuml entertained herself by playing with my tits, squeezing and stroking them pulling on the alligator chains.

Dr Kumls eyes grew flushed and excited as I endured the pain and humiliation my ass my nipples both in agony.

My mind flashed back to all I had seen here. To Tabby, the pregnant asian slave girl, Effy on the table so helpless slaves men and women screaming in agony.

I imagined being in Dr Kumls tender care. I was at war with myself fear agony excitement. I endured that's all I could do.

At last Dr Kuml threw back her head and cried.

AHHHHHH!

At that Dr Kantwell nodded.

“Well that all looks clear,” and began to draw the long cord out of me.

I writhed in pain as they drew it out of me.

“Thank you for waiting for me to finish.” Dr Kuml said

“No problem, I think Tabby is my next appointment.” Dr Kantwell replied

“Oh yes, and she needs a very firm hand right now.” Dr Kuml said.

“Excellent.” Dr Kantwell replied her voice thick with anticipation.

The gurney reappeared with it the familiar faces of Pauline and Cindy. I was only semi conscious as they lifted me on the wheeled bed and rolled me out of the surgical wing.

“Okay Ginnie.” Pauline said in a motherly tone as she restrained my hands while Cindy fitted me with the diaper. “You have a few hours to sleep before the committee meeting.”

“Pauline” I said barely above a whisper “Dr Kuml said..” tears filled my eyes.

Pauline put her finger on my lips.

“Its okay sweetie, when it happens we will take very good care of you.”

My mind froze. When she said not if. Was I marked already. Would I be a nurse like Dr Carter said or was I just fated to be a plaything to these women. I looked up at Pauline and saw the same hunger I had seen in Dr Kumls eyes and the hunger that had been in my eyes when I had poor Effy splayed out before me.

The nurses finished tucking me in and left. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Should I run. How it was impossible and back to what. Dr Carter had shown this group, the Black Rose were powerful with a far reach. Besides, I didn't want to leave. No, I wanted to please Dr Carter and the other doctors. Yes I didn’t need to end up like Tabby. I could win this game and revel in this new life. Because in my heart of hearts I wanted more of this. I wanted so much more.

I supposed I did fall asleep, because Pauline and Cindy woke me up. I was surprised what happened next. They sat me up in bed and began doing my makeup and hair until I looked like a cover girl. They were really skilled. Next Pauline pulled out a transparent pink nighty with fluffy shoulders and hem. A hem that ended at my waist. They dressed me in it. The first clothes I had worn in two day. I was stunned how long I had been naked.

Cindy pulled a wheelchair in the room and I climbed into it. They rolled me out of the room towards the elevator.

As always the rooms were open and I could see what was going on within.

I heard a “AHHHH” SMACK as we passed a room where a girl bent over the bed her bottom a bright red while the Nurse prepared a leather strap for another SMACK.

Ahead of us a girl was brought out of her room on a gurney. Clearly in labour her belly muscles contracting. She was sweating profusely and fully naked strapped to the bed. Her mouth gagged. Still I could hear her muffled screams and she rolled past. I couldn't tell if they were in pain or fear.

In another room a male was lying strapped to the bed crying. His genitals were covered in bandages. I realised it seemed he no longer had balls.

We reached the elevator as I sat frozen in the chair and the doors closed we went up to the 7th floor.

Cindy rolled me out the door into a lobby which had plush burgundy carpets, smart posh wallpaper and a heavy wooden door.

An attractive girl in lingerie sat behind a heavy oak desk. The door read Boardroom in glossy gold letters.

The girl smiled and nodded. “You are expected.” she said.

Cindy gently pushed me and I stood up the girl came out from behind her desk and took my hand leading me through the doors.

Inside I could see a large round wooden table in the centre was a rotating platform like you saw in restaurants but it appeared sturdier. The side of the table I was on had steps leading up to the top of the table.

Around the table were seated eight women. Some I knew, some I didn't. They were all dressed smartly and professionally.

Without being told I walked forward and climbed the steps I decided to crawl into the middle, which I did. Once there I sat back legs together, hands at my side, trying to make my arms push my breast out. My nipples pushing against the sheer fabric of the outfit. The women who sat just few inches away all had name plates. In the middle was a attractive dark eyed auburn haired older woman. Her name plate read Mayor Finwick.

“Well. She is impressive Sandra, you were correct.”

Dr Carter sitting next to Mayor Finwick nodded

“Girl!” Mayor Finwick snapped

“Yes Mistress.” I replied

Mayor Finwick smiled “How did you know to assume that position were you told?”

“No mistress it just seemed to be what would be the most enticing.” I replied honestly

Mayor Finwick smiled a wide white drin and reached forward with both hands roughly hefting my breast. Pushing them up as her thumbs teased my nipples the soft fabric rubbing them. I let out a sight of delight. Then she pitched them both hard.

“Ah” I cried out but then bit my bottom lip trying to stay silent.

Mayor Finwick seemed impressed at my restraint and released her hold. Then she began to turn the table. Until I was facing away from her back to the door I had walked in through.

“Ass up slave.” she commanded in a firm tone.

I did as I was told leaning forward till my cheek rested on the smooth cold table my ass and pussy fully exposed.

I felt soft warm fingers begin to play with my cunt.

“Oh my already wet from only the slightest tease.” Mayor Finwick said again impressed.

The finger penetrated me and began to work back and forth.

“I am satisfied the girl is obedient, clean and easily trainable. She can join the community, but now what to do with her?”

Dr Carters voice spoke. “I would prefer the clinic absorbs the purchasing cost to the community and trains Ginnie as a nurse. In the wild she is fully qualified as a nurse and midwife. We could use the valuable skills.”

“Her valuation is 200,000” another voice said. One I didn't know.

“She will be worth more if once she completes her training.” Dr Carter replied

“To expensive we should put her on the general pool and you can purchase her there if you want Sandra as a personal toy, no need to spend the clinic money.” That was Dr Kent.

“Looking to bid against me, Julia.” Dr Carter replied

The table moved and new fingers invaded me. I was being fingered I was being fingered while these women decided my fate, and it wasn't just my pussy. Fingers invaded my ass and my hair was pulled forcing me up to all fours I could see my tormentors now and they had easy access to squeeze and pinch my breast.

“I certainly favour the open market.” It was Dr Kuml who was playing roughly with my right breast.

“Well you would you want this one for your stable.” Dr Carter said “Even after we gave you Tiffy. Are you ever satisfied Indira?”

“No, but are you Sandra.” Dr Kuml replied

Two fingers penetrated my sore ass and I gasped as Dr Carter answered from behind me “No.”

Another woman, a stern looking red head I had not yet seen, hefted my breast like it was a piece of fruit. “Her body is far from ideal.” she said.

“Precisely.” Said Dr Sinn who was stroking my flank. “But the potential is there, with the proper fitness regimen and some minor surgical operations. She would be exceptional a real thoroughbred.”

“And are these changes compatible with the nurse training?” Dr Carter asked

They rotated me and I felt three new fingers invade my pussy. I was biting my lip hard trying not to writhe in pleasure.

“Oh they are in fact if she is intraining it will be far easier to manage as part of her physio improvement plan.” Dr Sinn replied

I couldn't hold back I felt it. It was almost on me.

I leaned back a little holding up my hands while resting on my elbows in the cup position.

“Yes Slave Ginnie?” Dr Carter said she had never called me that before.

“May I please cum mistress.” I begged

“Yes.” was the replie.

AhhhhAhhhhHHHAHHHHHHHH!!!! I collapsed back on my face as the orgasm rocked over me the hands all of them kept helping. Until at last it subsided.

“Face down Ginie ass as hi as you can.” Mayor Finwick said.

I did as I was told, smelling my own juices that had leaked onto the table.

“I call the vote ladies black in the ass for the open market, white in the pussy for the clinic.” Mayor Finwick said.

The table turned and I felt new intrusions in my ass and pussy and the pop of large round beads being put in. They turned me at each mistress forcing a bead into my ass or pussy. I didn't try to count it was to much. Finally they turned me back around and Mayor Finwick began to pull from my ass first.

“And 1…2…3 for market.”

Then my pussy. “1…2…3…and 4. Well Ginnie it seems you are now officially the property of the community Slave Sexual Wellness and Breeding Clinic.”

The mistresses clapped as I felt a firm softness applied to my left ass cheek.

The door opened and two nurses entered taking me from the table and leading me back to the wheel chair.

They quickly escorted me downstairs and back towards the Wards.

I was taken into a treatment room where there was a strange machine on a arm and a simple metal table.

Two women in blue police looking uniforms lifted me up and pulled the nighty over my head. One clipped a leash to my choker, no it was a collar.

They fingerprinted me then made me stand in front of a screen that looked like one criminals stood in front of on TV. They photographed me. I was too stunned to do anything but obey. My arms at my sides, my breast bare and pussy exposed. Then one commanded me to climb on the table. I did.

One held me at the shoulders while the other moved the machine over my left ass.

“Count to 10” The one holding me did.

I started counting

“1..AHHHHHHH” My ass was buring she was burning me with that thing.

“2…3…4..AHHHHH…5”

“Done,” the woman said.

I looked back as she held up a mirror and my eyes went wide. A bar code just like on the nurses asses.

Dr Carter confidently strode into the room and the woman handed her a file.

“Congratulations Dr Carter trainee nurse Ginnie is now fully registered with your clinic.”

“Thank you officers. Well Ginnie” Dr Carter said, taking my lead. “Time to go home, you have your first day of work on monday.”

I was too in shock to say anything. I followed her crawling. We crawled straight out the doors, the black vanilla warning line was removed, the main lobby was full of nurses, doctors and naked slaves with mistresses. I crawled after her straight to her car the sun and cool breeze stunning my skin as my eyes adjusted I saw a group of naked slaves frolicing in the park across the street.

“On your feet Ginnie don't want to scuff your knees.” I did as I was told. Rising and puting on the slippers she gave me.

“You are probably wondering and yes normally this is how things are. We are far from the city, high walls and prying eyes. We put condition three vanilla in place, because you were coming, but you are one of us now. Forever.”

I looked at the attractive woman and at my surroundings the modern clinic, the neat suburban community with fashionably dressed women and slaves either naked or clad in various revealing outfits simply going about there days.

I knelt down and kissed Dr Carters feet.

“Thank you Mistress.”

I had chosen my path in life now. I wondered where it would lead.