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I feel the table I am strapped to start to move and I try to scream out, but it is muffled by the gag and I start to sob. I am terrified and all I want to do is go home. Why did I go out that night? Why couldn’t I have just stayed in and relaxed.
I am taken into a new room where I see vats of purple liquid lined up.
The nurse comes around to my side and I feel the pinch of an IV line being placed in my hand. I try to move away with another cry but I am startled to realize I cannot move my fingers. I cry some more as I lose all control over my body. I can feel the straps and the gag and the pain in my breasts but I cannot seem to connect with any of my muscles.
A new man hovers over me and removes my gag. He looks down, unimpressed. I try to scream for help but all I manage is a small squeak.
“This won’t do,” he says. “It’s a loud one. Nurse. Add a vocal chord cutting to its chart. And watching it wiggle on the way here, let’s add a septum piercing, a double tongue piercing, and a piercing through its clit. That should add enough anchor points to keep it still in its pen. It’s a shame that nipple piercings interfere with the milking , it would make it that much easier to control at the start.”
I hear the buckles being released as two large orderlies lift me into a clear container, spreading my legs and arms wide while opening my mouth. The nurse returns and silently inserts a breathing tube into my body and tapes my nose and lips shut. She closes my eyes and I feel like I am waiting for death. But it was nowhere near that simple.
“Begin filling,” the nurse announces.
And that’s when the burning starts. My skin feels like it is being sanded off as the container fills with the purple liquid. I am utterly helpless as it covers my entire body. I am terrified I will drown as it covers my face but the medical equipment seems to do its job keeping me alive.
The burning sensation seems to last forever. I want to die. If only I could, I think. But eventually the liquid drains out of the container and I am startled out of my pain-riddled haze by a stream of ice cold water. My eyes open and I realize I can move again, slightly. I try to bring my arms to my face to pull out the tube when I hear a snickering. My hand is grabbed and I can feel the injection remove my ability to move once again.
“Not smart, cow,” says the new man again. “You better start being compliant or I will start adding amputations to your chart. You don’t need hands or feet, you just fetch a better price for special clients with them. Understood?
I cannot do anything but he seems to accept this as an agreement as the orderlies lift me once again, this time into a dental-like chair with stirrups for my feet. Hands tilt my head back and the breathing tube is pulled out. The feeling is disgusting and I want to vomit. A spreader is placed in my mouth and opened as far as I can possibly go. That’s when I feel the pliers start to tug on one of my front teeth.
Over the next few hours, the man pulls every one of my teeth he can access by hand. The pain is unbearable and I seem to pass in and out of consciousness throughout. At some point he grabs a scalpel and a hammer, and all I see is white hot pain.
He packs my mouth with gauze and releases the spreader.
“Good cow,” he chuckles, touching my cunt and sliding a finger inside of me. “I will definitely be in line on day one.”
The nurse raises my head and straps it upright, allowing me to see my bloody, swollen face in a reflection. She pulls up a seat and takes my hand in a manner similar to the start of a manicure, except, instead of painting my nails, she is cutting them out, and bandaging them up.
“Hello Doctor,” she says as she begins work on my right foot.
“It’s looking good,” he says as he inspects my damaged body. “Should heal well.”
He roughly grabs my right tit and another needle goes into my nipple. The process is repeated and he walks away.
“Page me when you are done so I can start on its labia.”
Time ticks on as each nail is cut out of my body, followed by an intense burning sensation and bandaging. The orderlies talk quietly nearby but the nurse remains focused on her task. Eventually she stands up and walks to a nearby phone to call the so-called doctor back.
When he arrives he walks straight to the chair and sticks his fingers inside of me. It’s rough and painful but he continues to finger fuck me as he chats with the nurse.
“Vocal cord cutting as well? That’s too bad. I had hoped this one would just have behaved,” he sighs. “Oh, there, it’s starting to get aroused. Let’s see what we need to do.
“Yes, yes. It has a nice sized clit. Let’s just remove this skin.”
I feel a pain unlike anything else I have felt today as he starts to cut apart my genitals.
“Don’t need that, nor that. Let’s clean this up. Good, good. Nurse, please pass me the stimulation device. Perfect.”
I feel something cold touch my wounds and my clit screams out as it is roughly moved into place.
“That looks so much nicer. Clean. And this clit sticking out is just begging for attention. Wonderful. I see an attachment point has been ordered. Let’s just add it to the clit.” There is another unbearable jolt of pain before he stands up from between my legs, bloodied gloves coming together. “Since we got an early start, I think we have time to continue. Prep it for full anesthesia and we’ll make the internal improvements.”
“Yes, Doctor,” says the nurse moving towards me, needle in hand.
Then the world just goes black.