Brianna awoke slowly; noting somewhere in her mind that there was no drug induced fog clouding her thoughts. She felt peaceful and serene although nagging questions crowded her senses. Her flesh still tingled with that same electric, effervescent charge that it had when she climaxed into a coma. She could also feel that the vacuum tubes had been removed, yet her nipples and her clit still throbbed with a swollen ache. She opened her eyes and was somehow not surprised to see the doctor sitting in a wheeled metal stool at the side of her "bed". She tried to rise, but found that both arms were strapped down with thick, padded leather straps from her wrists to her biceps. Before, her arms were only indifferently strapped at her wrists, and now even her waist was bound to the table. She turned to the doctor to protest, but only managed a weak whimper.

"Yes, the straps. I had to put them on because I knew you would be awakening soon and I didn't want you to pull the splints from the IV needles out." he said in a low, disinterested voice.

"Wha..." Brianna tried to ask, but all that came out was a dried, raspy croak, She attempted to clear her throat and was only able to after the doctor let her sip from a sports cup like bicyclists use. She began her question again. "What are you doing to me? Why am I here? How long have I been asleep?" she finally managed.

The doctor looked up from his voluminous notes and stared intently at her for some time before he began to answer. "How long you have been here would probably be the easiest to start with. You have been here...", his voice trailed off as he checked the date on his watch and then on the clipboard hanging from the cabinet next to the examination table, "...forty-six days." He gazed at her again to gauge her reaction to this upsetting news.

Brianna's first reaction was desperate rage, but it sunk quickly within the deep recesses of her mind, like a stone thrown into a still pond. She tried to figure out why she would react to such news with an almost apathetic eye and concluded it must be either the remnants of the drugs she was on, or the tell-tale sign of a newly introduced drug. "What has been done to me?" she whispered plaintively.

"That is a more difficult question. There have been many things "done" to you. Some of them are physiological, mental and even surgical. I think you are able to accept the answers now, and to insure this, I have given you a dose of Prozac to insure that you do not become too overwhelmed. I will try to outline the most relevant things and I will try not to use too much medical jargon. You have been given some massive doses of a synthetic hormone, coupled with a myriad of vitamins, minerals and herbs. All of these were used to heighten your sexual reactions to certain stimuli. You were also subject to a constant barrage of subliminal suggestions and behavioral stimulus through audio and visual arrays. I have to say that I used to be quite skeptical as to any results that would be useful in any long-term practice, but Dr. Hoff... my colleague demonstrated a fundamental proof that has a long standing track record. The problem with any type of mental stimulus is that the subject must not be deeply opposed to the results. Therefore, a person who wants to quit smoking can use hypnosis or any other form of suggestion and it with a have a good chance of working. In contrast, an animal lover will never be able to smash the head of a kitten regardless of the adverse behavioral modifications introduced."

The doctor went on as if lecturing a slow student. "Surgically, we made two small incisions around the labial hood to accommodate the clitoral enhancement..."

Brianna interrupted with a disturbed "Why? Why has all this been done? I came here for a medical testing and now I'm being held...I being fucking kidnapped, fucking raped and mutilated and..." She quickly fell into wide-eyed, racking sobs, at which time the doctor deftly injected her with a small syringe that oozed calmness throughout her body. Her sobbing soon subsided and she had to concentrate completely so that she would not lose the questions that had driven her to tears.

"That question" the doctor intoned, "is actually easier to answer than it seems. You fit the exact profile my clients wanted. You have no family, no close friends, no job, you dropped out of college and you lost your apartment. You are the perfect candidate to disappear. Anyone taking a second glance would figure that after your parents died, your life unraveled and you were probably holed up in some crack house or off to the big city to become anonymous and start your life anew. Your age and body are also a huge factor. My clients run a very lucrative escort service catering to incredibly rich and powerful people. The call for a girl your age and build commands a huge price tag."

Brianna had never considered herself an exceptional beauty, although she tried to take care of herself by eating right, not smoking or drinking to excess and bike riding whenever she could. She was a petite girl with small breasts and narrowly flared hips and coltish legs like a teenage girl. Her back cupped in at the base with two dimples right above the crack of her ass, which was a perfect heart shaped bubble. She was biracial and her skin was a medium brown in tone, with fine dark brown hair that reached down to her shoulder blades. She was what most would describe as "adorable" or "cute" but she was definitely not the silicon exploding pin-up girl type.

"You kidnapped me to be a whore." She stated flatly.

"O.K. This may be just a moral assertion that may seem like I am trying to justify my actions and absolve myself from guilt, but it is what I truly believe. You came here because you were desperate with no where to turn. I, we, are giving you a chance to have an extremely exotic life for a few years and then you would be able to comfortably retire. Like I said before, we cannot "make" you do things you are deeply opposed to. All of the medical modifications are just an enhancement to make you enjoy your own sexuality, thereby making you a more sought after commodity. I'm sorry, about the commodity thing. I am not very good at dealing directly with people. I am a research scientist and usually work alone, so my social skills are not up to par. What I'm trying to say is: was I so wrong with the scenarios I laid out? On drugs, fleeing, possibly even suicide? Is what I'm offering you such a bad alternative? The chance to travel to exotic places, entertaining and being entertained by power brokers, heads of state, stars, emirs, sheiks, as well as others in the world arena? Lavish gifts, expensive cars, and elegant clothing, exquisite food? After a few years, you would be able to retire, possibly even using your new contacts to further yourself in business and finance. Is it such a bad prospect?" the doctor asked in a pleading tone.

"Do I have a choice." Brianna replied dryly.

"Well, that is where it falls down a bit." The doctor replied, suddenly studying his shoes.

"What is the purpose of all of these "modifications"?" Brianna bitingly inquired.

The doctor suddenly perked up, comfortable in his milieu. "I extended your nipples with a series of hormone shots and regulated suction. The results are mostly permanent, but may subside slightly over time. The instant sensory pleasure is almost unimaginable by someone who has not had this process performed. As I said, you labial hood was surgically "snipped" to allow you clitoris to extend fully out of its sheath and more hormone injections and regulated suctioning was used to extend its length to approximately one inch to one and a half inches, dependant on the level of arousal you are experiencing. The area commonly known as the "G" spot was, (this is going to sound horrible, but it is a common operation) scraped to expose the nerve endings in that specific area."

"What about the mental mind fucking you gave me?"

"That was a multilevel method using predominantly audio suggestions piped in through head phones while you were in a physchotropic induced state of mind which made it easier to introduce these concepts into you subconscious. The upshot of the suggestions was to increase your primal lust. Most behavior modification relies heavily on negative reinforcement, but we have found that a pleasure/reward works far better. After a notion was introduced into your psyche, you were brought to a rapacious orgasm using electrodes attached to your clitoris and nipples." The doctor was almost overflowing with enthusiasm discussing his pet project.

Nonplussed, Brianna asked, "What do these "suggestions" make me do? Bark like a dog? Salivate when I see money?"

The doctor rose and undid all the straps on Brianna's right arm and stated in a low voice, "I'll show you."

After he undid the straps, Brianna flexed her arm to get the blood flowing again. She did not immediately notice that the doctor had unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers and had let them fall to the ground. The clink of metal buckle against the concrete floor drew her attention. Her mouth opened in a disgusted protest at such vulgarity, but was soon silenced when the doctor pulled his hardening cock from out of his white boxers. His member was criss crossed with ropy veins that pulsed, engorging it with blood, making it longer and thicker. It was not a massive affair, but distinctive for its sinuous texture and that it was several shades darker that the doctor's fair complexion. Brianna started to breathe heavy deep within her chest. The sight of his naked cock caused such a stirring within her, it became the focus of her world. She glanced down as her clit began to throb and the exceptional size caused her to shudder with obscene lust. Her fingers sought to touch it causing a slick, electric jolt to run throughout her body. She rubbed it delicately, her abdominal muscles contracting in a rhythmic, rippling ecstasy as she watched the doctor's as well as her own freakishly large appendage grow and harden. She rubbed the heel of her hand against her sensitive flesh, causing her breath to come out in gasps. Her mouth wanted to clamp down on his cock and suck it until his white fluid flooded her mouth. She wanted to suck until he was dry and then suck the life back into it, feeling it harden in her throat. She looked down and wanted to suck bite her own engorged clit, holding it tightly between her teeth, flicking her tongue across the sensitive nerve endings until her own juice flowed. If she could only contort her body, without the encumbering straps, she would lap her own sweet juices up and tongue fuck her tiny hole until she came once again. She watched as he stroked the shaft of his cock, making the head turn an even darker shade. Unconsciously, she started to mimic his movements, grasping her enormous clit like a little cock, stroking it, pulling it, pinching the tip between her thumb and forefinger.

Brianna watched as his jerking movements became more frantic, and all she could think was how good it would feel ravaging her throat or fucking her convulsive cunt. Even her tiny rosebud asshole was convulsing against the sheets of the examination table. She had never even considered anal sex before, but now, the obscene image of her tight little sphincter being stretched by a massive cock while her throat and cunt were being brutally fucked brought her to the edge and she sprayed a copious amount of her love juices onto the floor. She gaped longingly, hungrily at the doctor's throbbing cock and had to catch her breath as she saw a pearl of precum bead up on the slit. She licked her lips, almost tasting the salty sweetness. She was fingering herself furiously now, alternating between her sopping wet gash and pulling relentlessly on her aching clit. She saw a thick squirt of hot cum spray from the doctor's cock and lunged forward to try and catch it in her mouth, on her tits, in her cunt; anywhere. The image of her covered in streams of hot cum, squirting from a hundred different cocks overwhelmed her and she did not even realize she had almost fit her whole hand inside her straining slit. The doctor, seemingly reading her mind, took a few steps forward and shot his first full load between her opened thighs. A thick globule landed perfectly on her mammoth clit and started to course down to her cleft. She looked down and was frightened, amazed and overcome with lust as she saw her fist disappear within her womb. The combination of all these things caused her to be engulfed by her own orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on her wrist so tightly; she lost feeling in her fingertips. She could feel her uterine walls and they were hard, wet and smooth. She tried to pull her fist out like a bitch trying to pull away from the knot. The more she pulled, the more intense the orgasm became. She lunged and lurched like a marionette, her nipples grazing her arm, sending fresh surges of pleasure throughout her body. All the while, the doctor sprayed her drenched naked pussy with his hot load. Jet after jet squirted her wide spread thighs, her swollen pussy lips, her arm; even her stomach. She started screaming for him to fuck her, fuck her mouth, her ass...anywhere. She just wanted to be filled with cock, to be fucked mercilessly, to drench cock after cock in her honeyed pussy juice, to be filled with cum, to see it run down her thighs, tits and face. She wanted to be on her knees, having tongues, fingers and cocks forcing their way into her tight little ass and her soaking wet pussy. To feel stranger's cocks throb, tighten and harden as they spray their hot cum inside of her. After what seemed an eternity, the waves subsided and she was able to remove her fist with a tight, shuddering pop and she lay back on the table in utter exhaustion. As she relented to sleep, she saw the doctor bend over her body. He said something that she could not quite hear, the words seeming to be echoed and distant. It sounded like, "Now you see that your body is built for pleasure."

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