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As Lucy came to, her mind struggled to make sense of the room she was in. Shecould see an ornate ceiling; complete with bas reliefs, which seemed to beengaging in some pretty unusual acts. There should be gleaming white tilesand recessed lighting she thought, not this.
A polite cough drew her attention from the ceiling to the couple standingby her side. He was dressed in a sharp business suit, and she was dressed ina tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans. Definitely not the doctor and nurseshe had been expecting.
She tried to sit up, and found that she was unable to move, somehow beingsecurely restrained. She tilted her head down and just about managed to seea couple of broad leather straps crossing her chest, holding her firmly inplace. She quickly looked round, trying to make sense of her situation. Apartfrom the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born, both her hipsand shoulders ached. Her thighs were held wide apart by a pair of gynaecologicalstirrups, and she thought her arms were tied somehow behind her back, to keepthem out of the way. It wasn't until later that she realised just how wrongshe'd been.
As Lucy opened her mouth, taking a deep breath in preparation to screamingthe place down, she was stopped by the woman placing a finger over her lips,hushing her, as the man started to speak, in a quiet, calm voice, which wasboth captivating and scary.
As she listened, she realised that her fears were about to come true, justas her mother had told her. She could remember back when she was young, veryyoung, and had started to develop. None of the other girls in her class hadbeen so quick off the mark, and over the years none had matched her development.Not only had she had to put up with all the snide comments from her classmates,but her mother hadn't been very supportive either. She thought herself a goodChristian woman, and that her daughters growing breasts were a sure sign thatshe would get into trouble, sooner or later.
As she grew, her frame never filled out enough to support her well developedbosom. By the time she left for college, she'd taken to wearing the baggiestclothing she could find, in an attempt to hide her ample breasts. When shecould bear to examine herself in the mirror, she took in her pretty face, framedby a wonderful head of long, thick red hair. She stood just under six footin stocking feet, but her build was almost super model thin. Her shouldersand hips had never broadened enough to make her bosom seem natural. Her worstmemory was of one day in a stores changing room, when she was taking off atop. She caught herself in the mirrors and realised that even from behind youcould see swell of her breasts, no wonder then that she seemed to attract men'sattention wherever she went.
Her attention was quickly brought back the man in front of her when he startedtelling her how she came to be here. It seems that those tests she thoughtwere an easy way of earning a little bit of extra cash had brought her to hisattention. After that it was just a matter of seizing the right moment, whichironically had been she she'd finally raised enough cash to undergo breastreduction surgery. All that was needed was a faked death certificate, a willingsurgeon, and now she was going to be his for as long he wanted.
She caught the woman's name, Anna, when he told her to continue preparingher. Her eyes tracked Anna as she wheeled a cloth covered tray over, endingup between her wide spread thighs. She was aware of him changing position andstanding just behind her head. ?Ready? she heard him ask, and as Anna nodded,she felt his hands firmly grip the sides of her head before turning it slightlyto the side, so that her attention was focused on the large plasma screen uponthe wall.
She started to whimper when, with a flourish, Anna whipped of the cover tothe tray, revealing a very scary array of gleaming instruments. Anna initiallyslipped on an elasticised headband holding what looked like a small light,but as she flicked a switch, she realised that it must be a small camera, asshe could now see her groin from Anna's point of view. It felt very strangeto see her groin in close up from such an unusual angle.
Pausing briefly to show her the pair of forceps, Anna deftly spread her labia,and clamped the forceps around her clit. She let out a muffled cry of pain,being unable to scream properly due to the fact that her chin was pressed firmlyagainst her chest.
Anna then took a way too large looking needle and threaded it between theopenings in the forceps, then through her clit. Surprisingly this wasn't quiteas bad as the crushing pain of being clamped. She then threaded a piece ofsurgical gut through the needle before withdrawing it, leaving the thread thoughher clit. She then slid the ends on the thread though a small ring before usingthe thread to pull her clit through the too tight ring. She could feel herclit swelling, becoming engorged and from what she could see, very prominent.Finally Anna finished, holding the ring in place by the simple expedient ofsliding an unusual looking barbell through both her clit and the ring. To eitherend of the bar through her clit Anna fitted an extension which dug into theinner sides of her labia, stretching them apart.
Anna stood back, admiring her work, and Lucy realised that the arrangementheld her labia apart around her clit, showing it off to anyone who cared tolook. She could see the tip of it throbbing through the ring which held ittightly, shown in great detail upon the screen.
After pausing briefly to check that the clit piercing had seated properly,Anna then returned to the tray and picked up four more of the clamps. Returningto her position between Lucy's thighs, Anna quickly and deftly clamped heralready stretched labia. Moving back to the tray, Anna took up the same largeneedle, and with a practiced ease, she drove the needle though her flesh, leavingfour drops of blood marking her freshest set of piercings.
Her mind was struggling to accept the cold and clinical way the pair of themoperated. He held her head tightly, making her watch as Anna worked hard onmodifying her most intimate areas. Feeling Anna slide her fingers deep intoher was more disturbing than anything she'd undergone so far. This intimatetouch was a far cry from the cold and clinical way she'd been working so far.She could feel two fingers probing her, exploring deep in her, it sort of feltlike a kinky doctors exam. This was almost too much for her to cope with, takingsomething relatively normal and perverting it.
She felt her hips buck when Anna pressed her fingers against her against herG spot. Anna smiled and repeated the movement, again causing her to buck againstthe straps. Anna grinned as she slowly withdrew her fingers, now coated ina thin sheen of her juices. Lucy tried to block out the fact that she couldfeel herself getting damp, putting it down to her body protecting herself fromthe invading fingers.
Anna then turned to the tray and measured her hand against what looked suspiciouslylike an array of slightly curved steel dildos. Finally settling on one, shereturned to Lucy's exposed groin, and with a deft flick, slid the tip of itinto her. The shock of the cold steel made stiffen is surprise, and when sherelaxed, Anna completed the movement, sliding it deep into her pussy. She couldfeel the tip of the dildo pressing against her G spot. As she tried to moveher hips, trying to make it more comfortable, the tip continued pressing, remindingher of its presence.
Anna then took a pair of very solid looking bars, and deftly threaded themthrough the opening in her labia, and matched them up with similar sized holesin the base of the dildo. It wasn't until Anna squeezed a couple of drops onthe end of the bars before fitting the caps that Lucy realised that this wasgoing to be a permanent arrangement. Somehow hearing Anna mention that everythingwas made out of surgical steel, so there'd be no problems, didn't reassureher.
By this time she'd realised that there was no way out for her, so when theyundid the straps around her breasts and lifted her up so that she was sittingupright she offered no resistance. Anna then took from the table a strangelooking pair of scissors. Somehow they looked wrong, very wrong.
Over the end of them Anna slipped on what she was sure was a normal rubberband. When Anna gripped the handles, instead of cutting, they open in a fourway movement, stretching the rubber band into a square shape. Moving quicklyAnna slid the stretched band over her breast, pressing it firmly against herchest wall. When she slid the band off the device, she couldn't help herselfscream out in pain as the band savagely gripped her breast. She could see itballoon up, held stiffly in place by the binding. Now, that she knew what toexpect, when this was repeated on her right breast it didn't seem quite asbad.
She stared in horror as her breasts started to change from a health pale colourto a pink that rapidly darkened. She turned her head away; these bands madeher already too large breast look even bigger. She kept her head turned asshe felt Anna expertly probed and manipulated her breasts, taking time to feeland fondle them completely. Ever so often Anna would make a note on what lookedlike a medical chart.
Finally she was finished, and with a practised movement, the bands were cutaway, letting her breasts take their natural shape. The feel of the blood rushingout of her breasts made her cry out again. Ignoring her, Anna again checkedout her breasts, making a couple of additional notes on the chart.
After that initial session her memories blurred, with only the odd incidentwhich stood out. This was hardly surprising as they kept her in isolatedbondage with next to no human contact.
Every day was the same as the one previous, one without hope of escape orrelease. They'd been sadistic enough to bind her in front of a mirror, so thatshe would be confronted by herself every waking moment. She can't rememberhow long she's stared at herself, taking in her image, it's not as though she'smuch choice. The rest of the room, from what she can see, is the most sterileroom she's ever seen. Absolutely no decorations or even imperfections ruinedits sterile whiteness.
She takes in her image for the thousandth time, starting at her feet, so thatshe can put off the awful moment for just a bit longer. Her feet are in blackpatent leather pumps, which she's convinced have at least six inch heels. Shecan vaguely remember the ache in her calves as they had to adjust to the strainher standing in shoes that were way too high for her. When she still had achoice she stayed with flats, as her six foot height was more than enough toturn heads, she didn't need to draw any further attention to herself by wearingheels.
Travelling up her body, she notices the electrical pads that work her muscleseven as she is restrained in the frame. She can tell she's lost a bit of tone,but not as much as she would have if they'd been absent. By now she's lookingat her bald groin. She doesn't know what they did down there, one day she hada fine red bush, the next time she awoke, it was gone, and had shown no signof ever growing back. Her clit looked back at her, the bar through it madesure of that. She didn't need to look at it to know it was eager to be touched,the absolute need to cum was the only distraction from the workout that thepads put her muscles through. She could see the wire leading to that damneddildo. When she wasn't working out, it was busy humming away, pressing on hersensitive g spot, driving her almost mad with desire.
In all the time she'd been held like this, it had never let her make it. Itwas like it knew her like an intimate lover. It would continuously bring herto the point of an incredible orgasm, then stop, leaving her frustrated anddesperate.
Just below her all too obvious clit was an opaque catheter tube. They'd fittedthis as they fitted her to the frame, ensuring that her bodily functions werebeing taken care of. After the first couple of days, they hadn't needed togive her an enema, which incidentally had been the last contact with anotherhuman being she'd had. She could just make out the intravenous drip that hadkept her fed and nourished snaking its way along the frame. By every nightit was empty, and no matter how she tried to stay awake, she never caught anyonechanging it.
Mentally steeling herself, she let her gaze travel further upwards, towardsher breasts and upper torso. They'd been almost over eager in attaching thestimulating pads around her chest. They wanted her to really work out her pectoralmuscles, making them as toned and strong as they could be. The effect of allthis special attention was the fact that her magnificent breasts showed nosigns of sagging. They stood large and proud on her slight fame, all nice andfirm. Her nipples seemed to be continuously hard, standing erect, drawing attentionto them.
Finally she let herself look at what they'd gotten that surgeon to do. Asif faking her death and taking her future from her wasn't bad enough, they'dtaken her arms as well. Her shoulders just ended. No arms, no stumps, no nothing.Her shoulders just graciously curved and then stopped. She couldn't get overhow the lack of her arms instead of turning the eye away, instead drew themto her breasts. She wasn't sure, but over the time she'd been held like this,she thought that they'd grown a little in size. She'd tried to memorise exactlyhow much of the frame she could see each day, and she was sure that it hadbeen growing less. She thought that they might have grown a bra size or maybetwo. It was as if they were making up for the lack of her arms.
She was jolted out of her sexual revere when she spotted Anna in her mirror.The woman was pushing a cart containing some sort of new apparatus with whichthey were going to torment her with.
Anna turned to her and held up a hand, telling her not to speak, not thatit would be easy to do anyway, she wondered if she even remembered how. Annastood in front of her, obviously enraptured with the look of her breasts. ?My,My, Lucy you've definitely been growing? she said. ?Now it's time for the nextstage in your treatment, seeing that the drugs obviously had had their effect?
As she turned to the cart, she continued to remind her about the drug regimeshe was on, some sort of combination of an active contraceptive pill and domperidonewhich had the effect of mimicking the early stages of pregnancy. Now it wastime to stop the pill and start on the pumping.
Hearing Anna remind her of his plans brought it all rushing back. He had toldher on that first day, but she'd forgotten that, and so much else. The isolationand stimulation had seen to that.
She watched as Anna strapped two smallish suction cups over her nipples, andconnected them via some tubing to the pump. After adjusting the settings, sheturned it on and watched, as Lucy's nipples were worked on. The machine gentlysucked on her nipples in a double action, mimicking a baby's natural feedingmechanism. This lasted for around ten minutes, and then stopped, to be replacedwith her pecs being worked on, before going back to being sucked on. All inall this took around half an hour.
She couldn't help but notice that every time the pumps sucked on her breasts;the dildo was also switched on, stimulating her. Anna had changed the settingsso that instead of a random interval between arousal, she was only being arousedwhen her breasts were being worked on.
They then left her like that for some time, she wasn't sure exactly how long,but it was for a shorter period of time than before. What surprised and scaredher were the changes her body was undergoing. She noticed that her areoleswere darkening, becoming more pronounced against her fair skin, and that hernipples were filling out, becoming even fuller. The cups over her nipples neversqueezed or crushed them, just held them snugly, letting them fill out naturally.What was worse was the fact that they were starting the dildo later and later,so that the pumps were sucking on her breasts before the vibrations kickedin. Her body didn't really notice the delay though, every time she felt thepump start, her juices started to flow, turning her on more and more. The dildowas just the icing on the cake, reinforcing her growing addiction to havinghe breasts pumped.
She can remember the first time she produced milk. She was lost in a sexualdaze, letting the pumping and dildo arouse her, driving her mad with the needto make it, when she saw a drop of clear liquid form on the tip of her rightnipple. As she watched, it slowly dropped of the nipple to be replaced withanother drop that was slightly more opaque. This too dripped of, this timeit was replaced with a clearly milk coloured drop. Checking her left breastshe saw that it too was starting to drip.
Returning to her right one, she watched in amazement when instead of a dropforming, there was a clear and definite spray of milk from her nipple. Aftera couple more sprays, it changed to a steady stream of milk leaking from thenipple.
She became aware of a bell ringing, and suddenly the door was slammed openand in rushed Anna. She just stood there and watched as both breasts producedmilk. Anna eyes were riveted on her breasts, and her hands were making littlewaving movements, it was obvious that she was really excited by this development.Looking her square in the face, Anna told reminded her that there was onlyone more stage to undergo before she was ready to be presented and put to work.
The next couple of weeks were a blur, as they completed their work upon her.First up was an addition to the milking machine, so that her milk could becollected and measured. Every day she was milked, and every day her outputgrew, from those first few drops to what seemed initially quite a healthy outputof around ten ounces. They reduced in intensity and duration the stimulationprovided by the dildo, until it just lay there snuggled deep in her. It wasno longer needed; they'd managed to swap her addiction to stimulation fromthe dildo to the action of having her breasts milked.
Whilst her milk production grew, Anna fitted a new device around her torso.It looked like a peephole bra, though the openings were a little larger toallow the milking cups to be attached. What made it scary was the multitudeof needles that protruded from the surface of it. As Anna worked she explainedthat now she was producing a healthy amount of milk, she'd need to keep herfluid intake up. This bra was to ensure she took in enough liquid, whilst enhancingher already too ample bosom.
Hung from the frame were two 500cc bags of saline solution, which Anna connectedup to either side of the wicked looking bra. Staring intently at her face shethrew a switch, and she watched as the needles slowly sunk through the braand into her breasts.
It was all she could do to let out a croak as the needle pierced her breasts.She could hear Anna tell her that the measurements they'd initially taken wereto ensure that the needles wouldn't hit anything important on their way in.Breathing heavily, she watched as they stopped, fully in position. She hadto take a deep breath when she felt the saline being forced through the needlesand into her breasts. In front of her eyes, they started to swell, growingnoticeably larger. As she watched amazed and horrified, they grew at leastanother cup size, and firmed up even more, so that they looked incredibly full,and almost unnatural.
Anna went on to explain that this would now be a regular morning ritual forher. They'd stay this full almost all day as her body slowly absorbed the saline,returning to normal sometime during the night.
As she tried to adjust to the new weight of her breasts, she watched as Annadisconnected the tubing that connected her breasts to the measuring jar, andfitting it to a gag, she strapped it to her head so that she could feel thetubing between her teeth and pressing against her tongue.
The feeling of pressure faded as Anna turned on the milking pump and thistime started up the dildo. The feeling was incredible, the fullness of herbreasts, the suction on her nipples, causing her milk to flow, and now theadditional stimulation between her thighs, as if she needed it.
She watched as her now free flowing milk slowly filled the tube and crepttowards her mouth. Somehow this struck her as incredibly sexy, being made todrink her own milk. Although she was so incredibly turned on, and had beenfor most of the time she'd been kept there, she had gotten used to the ideathat no matter how turned on she was, she was never going to actually makeit.
As the first drops of milk dripped from the tube and onto her tongue, lettingher taste her warm, sweet milk, Anna turned up the dildo, and gently caressedLucy's exposed clit. She'd been without another's touch for so long it catapultedher from desiring but not expecting to cum to a shattering and explosive orgasm.She literally shook, as her orgasm took control of her. The only reason shedidn't collapse was the fact that she was securely restrained. She felt herbody clenching and trembling in the throws of her most powerful orgasm beforeshe slipped into unconsciousness.
After that initial explosive orgasm, Anna varied her treatment. She quicklylearnt that if he sucked on the tube, she'd get both her milk and her orgasmquicker, and that if she was played with without the milk, instead of an orgasmshe got a shock through her clit piercing.
By the time Anna was finished with this final stage of training, just thescent of her fresh milk would make her pussy run with juices, and make herbeg for release. Although being played with was nice enough, it wouldn't makeher cum. Only the taste of her hot milk on her tongue would enable her to makeit.
Finally she was ready, and Anna helped from the frame, steadying her on herall too unsteady feet. She covered the mirror before helping her into her newattire. As the back was being laced up, Anna told her that this was going tobe her working clothing from now on. As Anna laced up the back, pulling thedress almost uncomfortably tight, she detailed Lucy's new duties; she was tobe the clubs newest hostess, there to meet and greet the clients, showing themexactly what sort of specialised services the club was able to provide. Herother duty was be available to provide refreshment as and if a client requiredit, either straight from the tit, or to be milked so that they had the freshestmilk available for their beverages.
Standing her in front of the covered mirror, Anna quickly whipped the coveroff, revealing to her new clothed self. She couldn't believe just how she incrediblysexy and deviant she looked. She could feel her cheeks colouring as she tookin her new look.
The dress was a black velvet affair, snugly tailored so that it seemed toform a second skin, which emphasised her slender build, and nearly six footsix height. As if the figure hugging tightness wasn't bad enough, it was thealterations that staggered her. The dress was high necked, and her red haircontrasted well against the black, but the most striking feature was the cutaway that framed her perfect, incredibly full breasts. Turning so that shecould see the side, she noticed that, that too was cut way so that from whatever angle you viewed her, her more than ample bosom was visible.
She could feel her pussy start to flood with her juices as her nipples slowlyleaked milk. This was the first time that they hadn't been safely encased bythe pumps, and without the now hourly milking her breasts slowly leaked twothin stream of milk, one from each nipple. The scent of the milk was slowlydriving her crazy with desire. She wanted so much to nuzzle at her own breast,to greedily suck on her engorged nipple and to drink straight from the source.
She was distracted slightly from her own desire by the sight of him enterthe room and slowly walk round her, his eyes drinking her in. She heard himtell Anna how hard it had been not to peek and see how she was progressing,instead he made himself wait until she was finished perfection. Anna respondedby telling him that she'd exceeded expectations, and now was producing over32 ounces a day.
As he stood there, admiring her, she felt the tip of Anna's tongue gentlybrush against her nipple, and collect a drop or to of her milk. The electricshock of that touch almost made her make it, and even though she desperatelywanted to, she knew her much needed release was just beyond her reach.
She felt Anna purse her lips and slowly suck her engorged nipple into herhot mouth, her lips making a seal. She could feel Ann's tongue working as shesucked on her milk filled breast, greedily drinking down her fresh milk. Aftertoo short a time, Anna's lips let go of her nipple, and she straightened, pausingbriefly before kissing her full on the lips, her tongue forcing her own lipsapart. As her own lips parted she could feel the rush of warm milk from Anna'smouth to her own. Anna hadn't swallowed everything. As her tongue tasted herown hot milk she could feel her body trembling in the throws of another orgasm.
Once she'd recovered, she gazed down at her milk filled and leaking breasts,and with a sinking heart she realised the full wickedness of their plan. Initiallyshe thought that they'd had her arms removed so that her breasts would be shownoff to an even greater extent, without the distraction of arms to block theview, or get in the way. Now she realised that their true intent was to driveher mad with her craving.
She yearned to take her nipple into her mouth and greedily suck the milk fromher breasts, that the taste of her milk straight from nipple to mouth wouldsend her into a never ending rapture, but without her arms there was no wayshe could left her heavy milk filled breast to her greedy mouth and fulfilthat aching need.
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