by Michelle
“Oh, please, doctor. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not interested in apologies, Miss Edwards. Now open your mouth or I will do it for you.”
Slowly she complied and he jammed the ball into her mouth, fastening it around the back of her head. “Arms up.”
She lifted her hands up and he secured them over her head. Then pulling the stir-ups out of the table he motioned for her to put her feet in. Once they were in place, he produced a bar similar to what Nurse Wilson had used and fastened it around both her ankles. After that, he used Velcro straps to strap her feet in place which left her unable to close her legs or lift them out of the stir-ups.
“Spread your knees.” He pulled out a small wing on either side of the table and pressed her knees flush with the vinyl fabric, pinning them down with a strap.
When that was done, he took a step back and surveyed his handiwork. “There, that should keep you from being any trouble. I’ll be able to complete your treatment without any more delays.”
Jenna tried to move and trembled when she couldn’t. She was helpless. The gag tasted awful and saliva pooled in her mouth. Her arms were secured overhead with maybe an inch of wiggle room. Her knees, she couldn’t move at all. There was nothing to stop the doctor from doing whatever he wished to her. Anticipation and fear swirled in her stomach and she watched with wide eyes as he prepared several syringes.
“Might as well boost your supply while I have you here. Saves me from doing it later.” He flicked the syringe and pushed out the air. Pinching a nipple between his fingers he quickly injected the areola followed by the nipple itself.
Jenna’s breasts had become so much more sensitive since her first hormone injections that the needle piercing her skin was excruciating. She shrieked behind the gag and arched up off the table.
“It’s just pain, Miss Edwards. You’re not dying. Try not to let it bother you so much.” He patted her stomach in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture, but unsettled Jenna even further. The shots in her other breasts were just as bad. The needle not only stabbed, it burned, making her nipple pucker into a hard point in response. She was in tears by the time he was done.
The door to the exam room opened and a familiar voice said, “Need some help doctor?”
Dr. Leon smiled. “Ah, Dr. Micheals. Yes, if you don’t mind. She’s got blocked ducts in both breasts.”
Jenna went limp with relief. Now that he was there, surely everything would be alright.
Dr. Micheals entered the room and shut the door after him. He came to stand beside Jenna taking in her appearance with slightly widened eyes. He gently smoothed her hair back away from her face.
“You’ve tied her down pretty tightly. Was she causing problems?” His hand skimmed her body and tested her bonds just as she had. She shivered at his touch, her body wanting him regardless of the circumstances.
Dr. Leon shrugged. “She talks too much and talkers are always trouble sooner or later. I made a pre-emptive strike. I’m here to make milk, not listen to little girls whine. They all seem to forget they’ve signed a contract when it’s milking time.” He looked at Jenna. “Yes, that’s right Miss Edwards. You consented to all this, whether you like it or not. We asked you, it was all in the paperwork and you said yes.”
Jenna thought back to the contract, straining to remember if it had said anything about being tied up like an animal and spanked, but it was a blur. The truth was she had been so eager to sign up that she hadn’t really paid attention to the fine print.
“Anyway,” Dr. Leon continued, “She’s going to need clamping. If those nipples don’t become more defined, she’ll continue to have problems. I wouldn’t mind some help with that protocol.”
Dr. Micheals nodded. “Of course. What would you like me to do?”
“You handle the masturbation, I’ll manage the breasts.” Dr. Leon rummaged in the cupboard above the sink and handed two large vibrators to Dr. Micheals. “Ah, damn nurses haven’t stocked in a while.”
“Something missing?” Dr. Micheals asked.
“Yes, clamps. I’ll be right back. Don’t start without me.” Dr. Leon left the room grumbling about the nurses under his breath.
Dr. Micheals set the vibrators down and returned to Jenna’s side. “Are you okay?”
Jenna nodded and tried to talk around the ball gag, but he shushed her.
“Listen, just be brave. I have your milk analysis results. You’re almost done.”
Jenna raised her eyebrows, questioning
“Your stem cell count was low. Something that happens with induced lactation sometimes. The body is smarter than our science and knows there’s no baby. You won’t be able to stay in the study past the initial milking phase.”
Then why am I still here, Jenna thought to herself.
Dr. Micheals hesitated for a moment and then said, “I was thinking when you’re done if you want to come home with me? I know you just had more hormones and it’ll take a while for your milk production to fall off.” He circled her areola with a finger. “I can help you manage any...complications.”
Jenna closed her eyes and sighed. It sounded like heaven to her.
Dr. Micheals didn’t have a chance to say anything more as Dr. Leon breezed into the room. Holding up two metal implements that looked a lot like steel clothespins, he said, “Found ‘em.” He donned gloves and lightly smacked her breast, forcing the nipple into prominence. “Clamping is not pleasant, but it improves your experience here in the long run.” With that said, the clamp closed over her sensitive tip.
Jenna hissed at the rough sensation. Dr. Leon had been right, it wasn’t pleasant but, to her surprise, it wasn’t that bad either. The clamps exerted firm pressure on her breasts up to the edge of pain but didn’t cross over into actual discomfort.
Slapping her other nipple, Dr. Leon said, “Dr. Micheals if you would start the other piece of this protocol. I need her hormones flowing.”
Dr. Micheals gave a curt nod and set the vibrator at the entrance of Jenna’s slick passage. With a quick push, he shoved it into her, smiling as she squirmed at the invasion. The vibrator jumped to life inside her and a rush of pleasure made Jena forget her breasts were pinched between two pieces of metal.
“Her clitoris is inflamed,” Dr. Micheals noted, a finger gently massaging her core.
She moaned at the direct stimulation and her hips circled.
“It’s the ointment. I’ve found it increases blood flow to the vagina and stimulates the nerves there. Look at her, she’s ready to come now and we’ve barely touched her.”
“I could use an ointment like that for the prep phase.”
“Here.” Dr. Leon pulled a tube out of his pocket and tossed it to Dr. Micheals. “You can have it.”
The door to the exam room clicked open again and Nurse Wilson’s cool voice said, “Dr. Leon? Sorry to bother you, but I thought you’d like to know.”
“Yes?”
“Miss Edwards’ milk analysis is back. The composition doesn’t qualify for the study. We can’t milk her anymore.”
“And of course this information comes to light after I’ve already spent way more time with her than I should.” Dr. Leon gave a sigh of exasperation.
“I can discharge her if that would help,” Dr. Micheals offered smoothly. “I have the time.”
“That would be much appreciated.” Dr. Leon peeled off his gloves and tossed them into the garbage can.
“No problem. I know your work load is pretty heavy.”
“Well, Miss Edwards, thank you for your time. You’ve completed as much of the study as you can. Dr. Micheals here will take care of your discharge from the program” And with that Dr. Leon was gone and Nurse Wilson with him.
They were alone. Jenna looked at Dr. Micheals and he smiled at her. “Now we can finally finish what we started, right?”
She nodded and her pussy clamped down on the vibrator inside her, wishing it was his cock.
He removed the cap on the ointment fr
om Dr. Leon and rubbed it up and down her clit. Jenna’s hips lifted up, reaching for his hand, wanting more pressure. “It’s going to hurt when the clamps come off, but I’ll try to make it more tolerable for you.” He pulled a condom out of his pocket and showed it to her. “And since you’re leaving the study...” he trailed off.
Jenna moaned, frustrated by her inability to talk. She gave Dr. Micheals a pointed look, hoping he would take the hint and free her from the gag and her bonds.
“I know you must be uncomfortable. The thing is, you look so delectable like this. All wrapped up for me, held down in the most provocative position.” He massaged her clit in quick circles, knowing just how much pressure to apply. “I don’t know if I can let you go just yet.”
Behind the gag, Jenna panted as his touch pushed her past the point of no return. Her body thrashed on the table, straining against all the straps holding her down. She shrieked as the orgasm exploded inside her. Despite her obvious release, he didn’t stop touching her, never pulled back or slowed down, just kept masturbating her almost as precise as a machine.
“Let’s see what this ointment can do, shall we?”
Jenna moved her head from side to side, restless. Already the pleasure was building again, shuddering through her in rolling waves.
“Can you come for me again?” Dr. Micheals’ touch became more firm as he spoke and Jenna’s hips flexed in response. “Is this stuff really that good?” He pinched her clit and smiled as she screamed out, reaching an abrupt climax.
He gave her a moment to recover, withdrawing his hand and stepping back, watching as she caught her breath. With a flick of a switch, he turned off the vibrator pulled it out of her. Jenna moaned in protest and lifted her hips, missing its presence already. She was on fire with need and unfulfilled despite the back-to-back orgasms. When she saw Dr. Micheals stretch the condom over his erection, she gave another moan, this one of relief.
I just need to be fucked. Not by vibrators but a real man. And image of him sucking her milk and pumping between her legs filled her mind and she bit down on the ball gag. Yes, that’s exactly what I need.
He caressed her inner thighs with his shaft and gripped her hips with his hands, preparing her for what was to come. His cock nudged her entrance and slid inside. Jenna gave a high-pitched squeak at the penetration. He was bigger than the vibrator and the nerves in her core quivered as her body expanded for him. He stroked her once, twice and then stopped. “Here, let’s raise the table so I can reach your breasts.”
Dr. Micheals pushed a button on the side of the table and it rose under her until she was in a sitting position. Jenna groaned as gravity tugged at her swollen breasts. The last hormone shot was already taking effect, her breasts had increased yet again in size. The clamps hanging from her nipples exerted downward pressure on her sensitive flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you and milk your breasts. Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you some more.” He thrust into her, smashing against her swollen clit.
Jenna moaned and pushed her hips down to meet him. Yes, she thought. Oh yes. She just hoped he would untie her at some point.
Within seconds another orgasm bloomed in her and he reached up to remove one of the clamps just as she reached her peak. Jenna gasped at the burning pain in her nipple. Her lower body bucked in the throes of the orgasm while her upper body cringed as the blood flowed into her crushed nipple.
“Be brave, it’s only going to hurt for a little while.” Dr. Micheals leaned down and slurped her ravaged nipple into his mouth. With one hand, he squeezed her breast in a milking motion as he sucked. Her milk let down and he swallowed it with greedy gulps. The pressure of his mouth and hand helped alleviate the pain from the clamp, allowing Jenna to focus on the pleasure of his cock riding her. Her hips undulated with his thrusts and, impossibly, another orgasm exploded.
Ever aware of her response, he released the second clamp and switched breasts. Soothing her with his tongue, he began to thrust faster between her legs. Jenna twisted in her bonds, desperate to touch him, to hold onto him as another climax threatened to blow her apart. She mewled in frustration, but Dr. Micheals’ only response was to fuck her even harder.
This time when she came it was with a soul shattering scream and was matched with Dr. Micheals’ own groan as he climaxed. His cock danced insider her, spasming with his release and Jenna’s own slick walls fluttered around him, milking his essence from him.
“God, that was wonderful. You were wonderful.” Dr. Michaeals removed the gag and before she could speak, his lips were on hers in a hungry kiss. Jenna welcomed his tongue, stroking it with hers and tasting the sweetness of her milk. “Will you come home with me?” He pulled back and looked at her, gaze searching her face. “Will you let me milk you?”
She smiled. “Yes, I will.” Her body was heavy with the aftermath of the pleasure Dr. Micheals had given her and she was eager for a future of more of the same.
The end...for now.
Also by Ginger Pearl:
Jenna Edwards won’t graduate from college unless she can come up with a final tuition payment. To raise money, she agrees to participate in a medical study on breast milk production. To her shock (and pleasure) the study involves shots of hormones to induce lactation, milking of her engorged breasts, and lots of orgasms...all administered by the handsome Dr. Micheals.
Marie is in desperate need of specialized medical care and finds two doctors who can deliver. They strap her down and examine her from head-to-toe until she’s wet for doctor.
This story is medical erotica of over 7,500 words--short, but packed full of exams.
Sir wants his pet to become a milkmaid. The process of filling her breasts with milk is an arduous but pleasant one, requiring lots of nipple stimulation.
