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Sheriff Rutman took Tayla back to Dr Harcourt at the hospital the next morning. He gave her only a shirt to dress in for the short drive, with no pants or panties, and she was in any case ordered to remove it as soon as she arrived in the doctor’s rooms.
“It is good to see you again, Tayla,” said the doctor. “Have you been a good little bitch for the sheriff?”
The question was humiliating, but the doctor clearly expected an answer. “Yes, sir,” she said meekly.
“Have you been taking your vitamin supplements?” asked the doctor.
The sheriff answered before Tayla could reply. “We’ve been feeding them to her on the schedule,” he said.
“Very good,” said the doctor. He looked at Tayla. “I expect that your udders are beginning to ache at times, yes? And your pussy is wet, and you are finding it harder to worry about complex things?”
Tayla’s brain seemed (to her) to be fine, and while her breasts *did* ache, it was hard to say whether that was from medication, or the propensity of the sheriff and his son to squeeze and measure her tits and strike them with shoes and belts. She was definitely getting hornier, she thought.
She kept all of this to herself, though, and just said, “Yes, sir.”
“Very good,” said the doctor. “We find sluts your age are mostly driven by their cunts at the best of times, and once their pussy is given permission to embrace its true nature, their sex urges go into overdrive quickly.”
The doctor passed a thick black metal clamp to the sheriff. “If she gets so slutty that you have a problem with her leaving wet patches, use this to clamp her labia together.”
Tayla winced at the idea, but the Sheriff took the clamp and looked like he intended to use it.
“And what about your butt plug, Tayla?” asked the doctor. “Has that stayed in?”
“Yes, sir,” said Tayla. “Except when I need to…” She trailed off.
Except when she needed to shit. And it was humiliating every time to ask the Sheriff or his wife or his son to help her remove it, and then ensure she was clean afterwards, and replace it.
“Very good,” said the doctor. “We will upgrade you to the next size today then.”
The next size? The plug Tayla was already wearing felt so big. She was aware of it all the time – and particularly when she sat down. Surely the doctor wasn’t serious?
“I’m going to leave you here with the doctor today, Tayla,” said the Sheriff, “and pick you up at dinner time. Be a good cunt for the doctor, understand?”
Tayla didn’t want to be left with the doctor. She guessed that cleaning the sheriff’s house using her tits and tongue would be less painful and demeaning than whatever the doctor had in store. But she had no choices.
“Yes, sir,” she said again, and the Sheriff left.
The doctor wasted no time in taking Tayla to a hospital bed. He made her lie down, and then he strapped her arms and legs in place, as Tayla had feared he would. The position left her with her legs spread and her cunt and tits vulnerable.
The doctor moved away, and came back with a syringe. He placed the tip against the skin of Tayla’s left breast, and pushed it in, injecting her with a green liquid.
“Ow!” Tayla protested. “What is that?”
“It is part of a new program we are trying here in Modwina Valley,” said Dr Harcourt. “We call it ‘the full pregnancy experience’. We find that the more fully a woman experiences the process of childbirth and motherhood, the more she bonds with her children. These injections, applied over the course of your pregnancy, will significantly increase the sensitivity of your breasts, nipples, clitoris, and vagina. They will have the combined effect of significantly increasing the pain and agony of childbirth, and making it significantly more painful to breastfeed or expel milk. The pain will keep you present and engaged with your motherhood experience.”
Tayla’s eyes widened in fear. “More painful?” she said. “But it’s already supposed to be so bad! You’re insane! Stop it!”
The doctor sighed, and slapped Tayla across the face. Then he took another needle, and pushed it into her other breast. Tayla, restrained, could do nothing to stop him.
“Don’t worry,” said the doctor. “If all goes well, you will hardly be traumatised or pass out. The supplements you’re taking will increase your arousal, and combined with the new sensitivity in your sex organs, you will likely find that, over time, you learn to associate pain with sexual pleasure. You will be screaming when you give birth, yes – but you will likely also orgasm several times, which will actually help you to birth the child. As part of our childbirth procedure, we will ensure that your clitoris receives constant stimulation, which will help you immensely. With this method, you won’t even need any painkillers for the birth.”
Tayla was so frightened by this that she started to scream. No one came to help her, though, and the doctor waited, then slapped her three or four times across the face until she stopped making noise. Once she had quiet, he smiled – and injected a third needle directly into her clitoris.
Tayla wailed, and bucked. She had never experienced this much pain in her most sensitive place.
“Now, it is time to reinforce your conditioning,” said the doctor, and he placed a pair of headphones over Tayla’s ears.
All at once, the sounds of the doctor and the hospital went silent – blocked out by the headphones – and the sound of white noise filled her head.
She watched as the doctor moved silently back between her legs, leaned down, and placed a small clamp on Tayla’s clitoris. Tayla squeaked – although she couldn’t hear her own voice. The clamp wasn’t very tight, but her clitoris was very tender, and it felt wrong to have something squeezing her clit like that.
Then the doctor left the room, leaving Tayla bound helplessly to the bed, the white noise humming from the headphones.
As there had been on her first day, there were words in the noise.
No, don’t touch your udders. Bad girl. *bzzap*
No, don’t touch your pussy. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Men should touch your udders. Good girl. *ding*
Men should touch your pussy. Good girl. *ding*
And now when she heard the “bzzap”, the clamp on her clitoris emitted a small electric shock, directly into her pussy. The voltage was tiny – no more than a tingle, and a sting – but it made Tayla jump, and made her groin muscles clench.
And when she heard the “ding”, the clamp buzzed a little – a pleasant vibration teasing her clitoris.
And there were more words, too.
Don’t close your mouth. Bad girl. *bzzap*
The cock goes in your mouth. Good girl. *ding*
Be quiet and suck. Good girl. *ding*
Swallow cum for your baby. Good girl. *ding*
As the words played in her head, and the clamp alternately shocked and buzzed her, Tayla found herself getting wetter and wetter, and she wished that she could move – not so that she could touch her pussy to masturbate (bad girl, bzzap) but so that she could maybe squeeze her thighs together, and just feel a little more sensation against her cunt…
Around lunchtime, a buxom redheaded nurse came in to check on Tayla. As had been the case on the first day, the nurse was nude, and visibly pregnant. There were heavy clamps on each of the woman’s nipples, that bounced with her tits as she moved. Another clamp appeared to be squeezing her pussy lips together, and Tayla realised that this was similar to the clamp the doctor had given to the Sheriff.
The woman came over to Tayla and lifted the headphones off her head. “How are you doing, sweetie?” she asked.
“Please, let me go,” said Tayla. “I want to go home.”
“The Sheriff will pick you up tonight, sweetie,” said the nurse.
The Sheriff’s home wasn’t what Tayla had meant, but she knew there was no point in correcting the nurse.
“I’m thirsty,” she said instead.
“Oh, I bet you are,” said the woman. “Here you go.” She picked up an object from a tray nearby, and Tayla saw it was a baby bottle, filled with white liquid, with a rubber nipple top. “Drink this, sweetie. It’s good for your baby.”
Tayla immediately guessed what was in the bottle – sperm, just like the sperm the doctor had fed her on the first day. She turned her head away from it. The thought occurred to her that the gesture must make her look like a sulky baby – but what else could she do?
The nurse didn’t hesitate. She slapped Tayla across the face. “Bad girl,” she said – and Tayla automatically flinched as if her cunt were about to be shocked. It wasn’t, and somehow that was worse, leaving Tayla in a state of anticipatory fear.
The nurse was looking at her, as if expecting something, and after a moment Tayla realised what it was.
“Thank you for slapping me,” she said, in a sulky voice.
“You’re welcome,” said the nurse. “Now, are you going to drink your bottle?”
She held the bottle to Tayla’s lips, and Tayla at first thought about keeping her mouth closed and resisting.
Don’t close your mouth. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Quite against her will, she felt her mouth pop open, and the rubber nipple went in.
Be quiet and suck. Good girl. *ding*
Swallow cum for your baby. Good girl. *ding*
She sucked. In the scheme of everything that had happened to her, drinking cold sperm from a baby bottle wasn’t that bad. It didn’t even taste horrible, she realised – and she *was* thirsty.
The angle she was at meant that she couldn’t help staring at the nurse’s naked, pregnant tits, but the nurse misinterpreted it as interest.
“Oh, you’re curious about these?” she asked, pointing at the clamps. She giggled. “I’m a bit of a leaky cow, I guess. It’s not hygienic for a bitch to go around dribbling milk everywhere, but my udders are just so eager for my new baby they can’t help themselves, so they have to be clamped for public health.” She looked down at her pussy. “And when my body realises how it’s turning into a helpless little babymaker, I just get so wet that I start drooling there too! The clamp is for my own good.”
She waited until Tayla had drunk all the sperm from the bottle, and then she moved around to between Tayla’s legs.
“Oh, it looks like you’re a messy girl too!” she giggled. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
And before Tayla could consider what that meant, the nurse had leaned in, and pulled the clamp off Tayla’s clitoris.
Tayla screamed.
The pressure on her clit from the clamp had seemed mild – but it had been enough to inhibit the blood flow through Tayla’s sensitive nub. When the clamp came off, the blood rushed back in – and that hurt a million times more than any of the shocks the clamp had given her.
At exactly the same time, the nurse leaned in, and ran her tongue along the length of Tayla’s pussy, from her fuckhole up to her clit.
The pain and the sexual arousal and the strange and humiliating feeling of having a woman she didn’t even know licking her pussy all combined in Tayla’s brain, and suddenly she was orgasming, straining against her bonds, bucking against the nurse’s face. She felt herself squirting – an unfamiliar sensation – but the nurse just opened her mouth and drank it, and then resumed licking at Tayla’s cunt.
Tayla trembled and shook as she came down from the orgasm. The nurse was still licking, her tongue exploring Tayla’s fucktunnel, and rubbing over her clit, assiduously cleaning up all Tayla’s slutty vaginal secretions. Tayla could do nothing but moan with arousal and humiliation.
And then, suddenly, the nurse decided she was done. She rose, and put the clamp back on Tayla’s clitoris.
Then she moved a piece of equipment to hang over Tayla on the bed. It was a plastic object shaped like a man’s cock, which hung on a kind of swing under a bar, directly above Tayla’s tits.
She put the headphones back on Tayla’s head, and then pressed a button on the swing device. The cock began to move, swinging towards Tayla’s mouth. Tayla didn’t understand what she was supposed to do, and the cock bumped into her closed lips.
Don’t close your mouth. Bad girl. *bzzap*
And this time there was a zap on her clitoris – and not a small one, either. It *hurt*. Tayla squealed and popped her mouth open.
The cock swung backwards, away from her – and then back down again. This time Tayla’s mouth was open, and the tip of the cock popped between her lips. There was a small amount of liquid at the tip, and Tayla once again tasted cum.
The cock goes in your mouth. Good girl. *ding*
And her clitoris clamp buzzed happily.
“Good girl,” said the nurse. “I’ll leave you to your training.” She turned and left the room.
The cock pulled back again, then swung back towards her, and Tayla opened her mouth again.
Over and over, the cock swung backwards, and then towards her mouth. If Tayla’s mouth wasn’t open to receive it, she received a shock. Otherwise she was rewarded with a small taste of sperm, and a buzz at her clitoris.
It was hard to keep her mouth permanently open, so Tayla learned to close her mouth between swings, and then pop it open automatically as the cock approached.
And the words in the white noise kept echoing in her head.
No, don’t touch your udders. Bad girl. *bzzap*
No, don’t touch your pussy. Bad girl. *bzzap*
Men should touch your udders. Good girl. *ding*
Men should touch your pussy. Good girl. *ding*
Around 4.30 in the afternoon, the doctor returned. He took the swinging dildo device away from Tayla, then returned to stand near her head, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock, pushing it towards Tayla’s face.
What Tayla *intended* to do – the clear thought she formed in her head – was to turn her face away in disgust.
But what actually happened, without any conscious thought from Tayla, was that her lips popped open, and she allowed the doctor to push his penis into her mouth.
Her eyes widened, and she almost gagged. But then she heard the words in her head.
The cock goes in your mouth. Good girl. *ding*
Be quiet and suck. Good girl. *ding*
Swallow cum for your baby. Good girl. *ding*
And it felt undeniably *good* to have the cock in her mouth – good in her thoughts, and good in her pussy. And in any case she was restrained, and the doctor would do what he wanted to do with her. So she simply began to suck on the doctor’s cock, and after a few moments he whispered, “Good girl,” and put his hand on her exposed breast.
That felt good too. Men *should* touch her udders. And it kept feeling good even when he tightened his grip, crushing her breast painfully in his grip, as he fucked his cock into her mouth.
A few minutes later, his cock twitched, and then he was cumming into Tayla’s mouth. She swallowed eagerly.
Swallow cum for your baby. Good girl.
After he had finished cumming into her mouth, the doctor put his cock away, then released Tayla from her bonds, removed the clitoris clamp, and helped her over to the shower and toilet space in the room. The nurse returned to the room – still nude – and removed Tayla’s butt plug. The doctor and nurse watched her as she pissed and defecated, then the nurse administered an enema to Tayla, before finally the doctor lubricated her anus and worked a new butt plug into it – larger than the previous one, enough to make Tayla feel uncomfortably full.
As this process was finishing, the Sheriff returned, and stood watching the end of Tayla’s humiliation, saying nothing. When the doctor was done putting the plug into Taylor’s anus, the doctor pushed her down to her knees – and now it was the Sheriff extracting his cock from his pants.
“Try and resist, Tayla,” urged the doctor. “Don’t let him put his cock into you, and we will give you a reward. Maybe you will be excused from your chores tomorrow, perhaps?”
The Sheriff said nothing, only advanced towards Tayla with his cock out.
Tayla *tried* to turn her head away. She tried to keep her mouth closed. But as the cock neared her face, she felt her jaws part automatically, as if pushed apart by magnets, and a moment later the Sheriff’s dick was in her mouth.
The doctor and the Sheriff both laughed at this – and then the Sheriff grabbed Tayla’s hair and began to aggressively fuck her face.
“You see, even young sluts brought up in wayward progressive cultures return quickly to their biological purpose under proper stimulation,” said the doctor. “Her body cries out to welcome cock, to please it. She only needs a little permission.”
“I have to say,” said the Sheriff, “it’s a burden and a trial to look after an ill-behaved teen slut like this – but it’s also strangely rewarding.” He pushed his cock deeper into Tayla’s mouth, and sighed happily. “You know, I’ve always wished my wife had borne a daughter, alongside our son, and I feel like I’m getting that experience now.”
The doctor smiled. “You hear that, Tayla?” he said. “You are like a daughter to the Sheriff. You should feel very lucky. Make sure you suck your new daddy’s cock very well – he deserves only the best.”
Tayla barely heard. She was lost in a spiral of humiliation. Had it really been so easy to condition her to accept cock? Just a day in the hospital bed, and now she was helpless to resist being facefucked? Would any normal girl fall so quickly? Was the doctor’s process absurdly effective – or was he right that she had always wanted this, somewhere deep down?
The idea of the Sheriff as her surrogate father disgusted her – and it made the cock in her mouth feel even more perverted and wrong – and yet there was also a certain reassuring feel to it. It came with the idea that there was a place for her, a home for her – that she wasn’t just an outsider with no structure or role, but rather a part of a family dynamic – no matter how twisted that dynamic, and no matter that it seemed to involve being face-raped by her “father”.
And that perhaps explained why, after the Sheriff had cum down Tayla’s throat (swallow cum for your baby, good girl) he found, upon inspecting her cunt, that Tayla was still sopping wet with arousal.
“Such a messy girl,” said the doctor, shaking his head.
“We’d best stop the leak,” said the Sheriff. And a moment later Tayla yelped in pain as the large clamp she had seen that morning was affixed to her pussy mound, squashing her cunt lips together painfully and shutting off all access to her clitoris and fuckhole.
And the thought came to her that maybe she was better off like this. After all, what had she done when she had been in control of her own pussy? She’d let a boy impregnate her – a decision which had led to all her current humiliation.
Maybe it was better that her pussy be clamped shut. Maybe it was better that the Sheriff was in control of what went into her holes.
It was a terrible, humiliating thought – and, for now, Tayla was able to dismiss it as nonsense. She was an unwilling captive, subject to abuse and humiliation and rape, and she knew that.
But she wondered now whether it was going to get harder to keep remembering that – and how long it would be until she forgot.
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