In the sterile environment of the medical clinic, slave number 16 lay on the examination table, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes were closed, and her face flushed, as she tried to relax her mind and prepare for what was to come. The doctor entered the room, wearing a long white coat that hung to the floor and obscured his face from view. He approached the table and stood over her, his large hands clasped together in front of him.
"Are you ready, slave 16?" he asked, his voice deep and authoritative.
She nodded, only able to manage a whisper in response. She knew this wasn't going to be pleasant, but the humiliation of being used as a human toilet was a small price to pay for her mistress' amusement. The doctor opened a small drawer in the table and removed a thin, flexible tube. He gently guided her legs apart and attached one end of the tube to a rubber cup that he then lubed with a cold gel.
"Breathe deeply," he instructed.
Slave 16 inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the fullness in her lower abdomen. The doctor slowly pressed the cup against her opening, and she felt a momentary resistance before it gave way, stretching her walls. He pushed the cup deeper, filling her completely, until it reached the base of her spine. Her body was on edge, her whole being focused on the sensation of being filled from below.
"Good girl," the doctor said, removing the cup from her. It was full of her waste, and he held it up for her to see, only adding to her humiliation. He then attached the other end of the tube to a device that sucked the contents out, leaving her empty and aching once again. The cycle repeated several times, each time filling her up and emptying her out. The doctor monitored her progress diligently, taking notes on a clipboard for his mistress's later perusal.
As the procedure continued, slave 16 could feel herself becoming more aroused despite the shame and disgust she should have been feeling. A strange mix of pleasure and pain coursed through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. The doctor removed the tube and stood back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.
"You may clean yourself now," he said, and she reached down to wipe herself clean. She rose from the table, feeling the weight of the waste in the cup, and walked awkwardly to the disposal bin. After disposing of the waste, she returned to the table, her body still tingling from the experience. She waited for further instructions, unaware of the ecstasy that was yet to come.
The doctor returned, this time holding a strange device in his hand. He placed it on the table next to her head and turned it on. It hummed softly as it began to vibrate, the vibrations intensifying until they filled the room. The doctor then knelt between her legs, spreading them once again and positioning the vibrating device against her sensitive flesh.
"This is going to feel good," he whispered in her ear, and she felt a sharp jolt of electricity course through her body. The vibrations combined with the buzz from the machine sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, causing her to gasp and arch her back involuntarily. It felt as if every nerve ending was on fire, and she could feel herself slipping deeper into submission.
The doctor increased the intensity of both the vibrations and the electrical current, making it nearly unbearable for slave 16. She writhed on the table, unable to control herself, her body pressing against him as she sought relief from the overwhelming sensations. She could feel herself getting wet, arousal mixing with fear and embarrassment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor turned off the machine. Slave 16 lay panting on the table, her body shaking from the aftermath of the experience. She looked up at the doctor, wondering what else he had in store for her. He smiled reassuringly, reached under the table, and retrieved a small bottle.
"Drink this," he commanded.
She obeyed, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. The liquid was cool and slightly sweet, but it tasted funny. It didn't take long for the effects to be felt, though. Her body relaxed, and her mind began to cloud over. The next thing she knew, she was being helped off the table and escorted back to her holding cell, completely unaware of what had just happened to her.
As she lay on her cot, drifting in and out of consciousness, slave 16 could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. Her dreams were filled with vivid images of the examination table and the doctor, his large hands probing her most intimate spaces. She didn't resist as the feelings built inside her, needing the release that only complete submission could bring.
When she awoke, she found herself alone in the cell once again. But she wasn't alone for long, as her mistress entered and sat on the edge of the cot. She wore nothing but a tight leather corset and high heels, her curves accentuated by the seductive clothing.
"Tell me how it felt," she purred, running her fingers through slave 16's hair.
Slave 16 couldn't speak, her mind still foggy from the drugs. But she knew what was expected of her. She reached out and began to caress her mistress' leg, tracing her fingers up the soft skin towards the forbidden fruit between her thighs. Her mistress moaned softly, encouraging her, and soon they were engaged in a secret dance of submission and dominance.
"That's a good girl," said her mistress, leaning in to kiss her. Their lips met, and slave 16 tasted herself on her mistress' lips. "You did well today."
She could feel herself edging closer and closer to climax, her whole being focused on the pleasure she derived from pleasing her mistress. As she reached her peak, she cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering with release. Her mistress held her tight, their bond stronger than ever before.
"Sleep now," she whispered, stroking slave 16's hair. "We have more work to do tomorrow."
Slave 16 drifted off to sleep content, knowing that she would willingly endure anything for this woman who held her heart, and her sensations, in the palm of her hand.
