>>8717722>>8717735>>8717748She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.
When she woke up, she found herself strapped down to the
examination table, naked, with locked legs trapped and
spread up over her head in the metal stirrups. Dr. Astor
stood above her, gently stroking her face with the back
of her hand.
"There we are," she crooned softly, her voice soothing
and gentle. "All awake now. All ready to play."
Michelle struggled to talk; to scream; to beg. But it was
no use. Something that felt like a large plastic ball was
fastened into her mouth with a leather strap.
"I've sent my little playmate off to her new owners,"
Astor smirked, noting her victim's panic. "Just like all
the rest: break them in - have a little fun with them -
and then off they go." She reached down and began playing
with Michelle's exposed nipples, pinching and prodding.
The girl tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go.
"Profitable perhaps, but it gets a little lonely
sometimes. That's what you're for."
Suddenly intense, Dr. Astor leaned down and put her face
up close to that of her terrified prisoner. "The others
will come and go, come and go, but you... you I'll keep.
My own toy; my pet. We'll have such fun together, you and
I."
Smiling, she straightened up and reached over to the
instrument tray. After a quick search, she picked up a
small, silver-shiny scalpel.
"Now, where shall we begin?"
