Wife of the Party

Chapter 9

Trips to Brigitte's doctor were the only normal thing in Laura's life. Laura dressed like any other young mother and was always driven by Monique who looked like an equally normal looking housewife. Brigitte was declared healthy and progressing fine.

Trips to her own doctor, however, were anything but normal. Monique had selected a new doctor for her once she became owned. This doctor was in the Chambeaux circle of friends and attended most of their parties. She was also dominant, as was her nurse.

The doctor, Rebecca Claring, tested all of the partiers periodically to make sure that nobody introduced any diseases to the group. Presumably none of them had sex with anyone outside of the group but one could not be too safe about these things.

Monique always scheduled Laura's appointment for after hours and she was always the only patient in the clinic during her visits. Currently, she was bound by her wrists and dangling from the ceiling with her toes just off the ground. And currently, the doctor was conducting a breast exam on the dangling girl.

"Monique, have I ever told you that these are my favorite breasts in the world?" asked Becky as she squeezed and palpated the soft, warm mounds.

"Yes, you have told me that you like them," replied Monique. "I'll bet you say that to all of the slavegirls."

Laura blushed as, once again, she was being discussed and not included in the conversation as if she were an inanimate object. She was not sure why a breast exam was necessary on every single visit, especially since Monique brought her here every other month. She was sure that this was just one more use of her body.

Becky laughed. "I haven't, actually. But even if I had, this time I would be telling the truth. These are one of a kind… or two of a kind." She gave each breast a squeeze. "They honestly are the two most perfect breasts I have ever seen."

"Thank you," replied Monique with a smile. "I like them. And as I have told you many times before, you are welcome to borrow them any time you want."

"I should," nodded the doctor as she stretched a nipple away from Laura's chest, squeezing down the length of the elongated breast with her other hand. "I will… soon."

The breast exam ended and the nurse came over, attaching a spreader bar to Laura's ankles before extending it and locking it, leaving Laura's legs uncomfortably spread widely. Laura was then lifted to the sound of a motor whirring until her sex was at the level of the doctor's face.

Becky reached out and ran a finger along Laura's labia, holding her digit up to inspect it. "She's still lubricating nicely, I see."

"Constantly," agreed Monique. "She wakes up in the morning ready to serve and remains that way all day. It's' a precious gift to us."

The doctor reached out and grasped Laura's clit hood, pulling it up to expose the little pearl. "We had talked about removing this on a previous visit. Have you thought any more about that?"

"It stays," responded Monique. "I don't think that she can afford to be any more aroused than she already is. She is perfectly responsive to us."

Laura squirmed a little as the doctor's fingers touched her sex, sending unwanted thrills through her body. She listened to the exchange and breathed a sigh of relief at Monique's answer.

"I see what you mean," Becky said as she saw the squirming and noticed Laura's belly starting to quiver. "In a way, it's a shame that she is so easily aroused. She would look divine with her clit on display. Come, look at this."

Monique stepped closer and Laura glanced down to see the two fully clothed women leaning forward with their faces at the level of her hips and peering at the juncture of her thighs. The doctor's fingers kept hold of her little protective hood, occasionally brushing against her sex and sending more thrills through her body.

"I agree that she would look marvelous like that," said Monique. Becky had folded the hood away and was covering it with her finger. Laura's clit stood exposed and glistened with her dew. "But how would the poor girl function like that? I mean, even the slightest breeze would push her over the edge. As much as I would like it, I'm afraid it's out of the question."

"I understand," nodded Becky. "It's such a shame, though. She's all worked up right now. Do you mind if I push her over the edge so we can continue?"

"Go ahead," said Monique as she returned to her chair. The doctor leaned forward some more and placed her tongue over Laura's clit, holding it there motionless for a moment. The warm contact was almost enough to start the climax and she groaned. The doctor starting moving her tongue over the little nubbin and had only flicked it twice before Laura gasped. Her body tensed and a flush spread over her chest as she groaned loudly and then writhed some more. Becky kept up her assault, extending the orgasm until Laura was gasping for air. When Becky thought that Laura had climaxed enough to continue the exam, she stopped, leaving the writhing slavegirl dangling from the ceiling.

Rebecca gave the girl a chance to recover and then spun her around. The nice thing about having a dangling patient was that the doctor did not have to move around to gain access to whatever body part was going to be assessed. She just grasped the girl's calf and spun her around until Laura was facing away from her.

The nurse assisted at this point and stood in front of Laura, reaching around the captive girl. She grasped the shapely bottom cheeks and pried them apart for the doctor to inspect. She also availed herself of Laura's charms and scooped her tongue up between the dewy folds, starting Laura on another slow march toward a climax.

Laura felt a finger circling her little rosebud and stroking down the valley between her cheeks. It returned to her pucker and pressed on one side.

"Does that hurt?" the doctor asked.

Laura winced as she felt a slight jolt of pain. "A little bit, Mistress."

"Monique, is the girl used anally much?"

"Not a lot in the overall scheme of things, really," replied Monique. "But occasionally, she is taken that way. Pierre took her bottom two nights ago."

"Here, I want to show you something."

Monique got up again and stood beside the doctor. Becky traced her finger around the little rosebud. "See the reddening?"

"Yes," replied Monique.

"It's irritated. You can see some chafing on this side. She must be very tight."

"Pierre describes her as his velvet vise," commented Monique. "She's apparently very tight."

Laura continued to listen to this unbelievable conversation. Two people were looking at her bottom and discussing its use in anal sex. Having a naked woman strung up to the ceiling would cause most people to gasp. To these two women, it was simply a topic of conversation.

"We caught it in time. If she had been used much more, she probably would have torn. That would definitely reduce her value. I'm going to apply a little of this salve and I'll give you a supply to take home with you. Apply it each day. Once it's healed, I'll give you some plugs that you can use to gradually widen and relax her so she doesn't become damaged." Becky squeezed a little bit of the gel onto her finger, rubbing it around the little pucker and poking her finger into Laura's bottom, eliciting a gasp from the girl.

"Thank you," said Monique as she took the tube. "I'll make sure it gets applied religiously."

"That should do the trick. If not, we have options. I can give her some injections that will kill some of the nerves… sort of like botox. Or we can surgically widen her. I prefer not to do either of those, though, unless absolutely necessary because of the potential side effects. So use the salve."

"We will. We have to protect our property."

"Have you ever had her appraised?" asked Becky. "I would imagine she's worth quite a lot."

"No," replied Monique. "We have received some offers for her but no appraisal." Laura felt a chill race down her spine at the new direction of the conversation. Someone had offered to buy her? This was the first she had heard about that.

"How much?" asked Becky. "If you don't mind my asking."

"The latest one was for one and a half million," said Monique. Laura gasped at that news. "That was for both of them."

"Well I knew she would be out of my price range," said Becky. "But I think that she alone would fetch three or four times that amount. She would appeal to most owners because of her beauty. But she would probably fetch the highest prices from the specialty collectors. She is lactating, which is highly prized by many. And she has already proven to be fertile, which would appeal to anyone looking for a breeder."

"Could be," replied Monique. "But I can't imagine us selling her. Or either of them, for that matter." Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are your plans for her breasts?" the doctor asked.

"I'm not sure what you mean," answered Monique. "We plan to keep them, of course."

Becky laughed. "That's not what I meant. I meant, do you intend to keep her lactating even after she weans her daughter?"

"We would love to," replied Monique. "We all enjoy feeding from her. Especially Pierre. He's such a baby about his warm milk. But that's a lot of work to keep her lactating. Even with three of us, I'm not sure we would be able to drink enough once Brigitte stops feeding. And expressing is so time consuming."

"I have something that will help. It's a new therapy and it will provide you with milk for many years. Jane, move her to the table." The nurse went to the wall and pushed a couple of buttons. The motor whirred and Laura glided through the air until she was over the table. Jane hit another button and the naked woman descended. The doctor positioned Laura as she was lowered until she was lying on her back. Her hands were released from the chain but remained bound together by the cuffs. Jane came over to the table and fastened the cuffs to a hook at the end of the table.

"Jane, would you set up the SuperLac for us?"

Jane looked at Laura with an evil grin. "Sure will, doc," replied the nurse. Laura wasn't sure what to expect but she knew it wouldn't be good. Besides being a dominant, Jane also had a sadistic streak running through her. The look on Jane's face was enough to tell Laura that she was in for a rough time.

Jane wheeled the machine over and picked up two harnesses of wires, laying them on Laura's belly until they were needed. She took a sheet with pieces of tape on it and peeled off one piece at a time, applying them to the base of Laura's left breast until they created a circular pattern around the beautiful mound. Once she finished that, she repeated placing the tapes around the base of the right breast. The wires in the harnesses had alligator clamps and these were each attached to a piece of tape. Jane used one harness per breast. Then the other ends of the wires were plugged into the machine.

"This machine uses electricity to stimulate the milk ducts," explained Jane. "It was developed to help mothers who do not naturally start lactating. But it was discovered that it can easily extend lactation for many years."

"I see," smiled Monique. "This might provide the answer we were looking for."

Jane picked up a long narrow box and held it up for the doctor.

"You can have the honors, Jane." That same evil grin appeared on the nurse's face and Laura bit her lower lip nervously. Jane reached into the box and withdrew a long slender needle, sending panic through Laura's body.

"The key to this is to create a good current," said Rebecca. "The needle is one electrode and the connections at the base of the breasts are the other."

Jane wiped Laura's left nipple with disinfectant and then positioned the tip of the needle in the center of it. Laura watched with horror at what was about to happen to her. She felt the needle touch her sensitive bud and winced at the sudden pain. Then, with even more horror in her eyes, she watched as Jane pushed down on the needle and, inch by inch, it pierced the beautiful mound.

"Arrggghhh," grunted Laura. Sharp jolts of pain radiated through her breast with each step of the piercing. Jane finally embedded the needle to her satisfaction and then released it, leaving the end sticking out of Laura by about two inches. The sharp pain stopped and she was left with only a dull throbbing and the sight of a foreign object sticking out of her body as a reminder of the ordeal.

Jane moved to the other side of the table and panic once again rushed through Laura's bound form. She knew that her other breast was about to be similarly tortured. Jane flicked the sensitive little bud to stiffen it and then dabbed it with disinfectant. She positioned the needle and started pushing it in place.

Laura grunted again as the pain started and Jane kept her eyes on the slavegirl's face, enjoying the sights and sounds of agony. Once Jane was satisfied with her work, she stopped pushing and attached two final alligator clips to the ends of the needles.

"Now we just turn it on and let it do its work," said Becky. "I think you'll like this."

Jane flipped the switch and Laura's body arched and tensed as she shrieked. It felt like millions of stabs of pain were piercing through her breasts. She shrieked again and thrashed about on the table as best she could with her bindings, trying to knock the horrid things off of her. Then the pain stopped and she lay back on the table coated with perspiration and gasping for air.

"That was quite a show," smiled Monique.

"Yes, I enjoyed it too," agreed Rebecca. "Once a month with this thing and you'll never have to buy another gallon of milk. It really works well."

Laura screamed again and arched above the table, thrashing about. The machine had come alive again and was sending more searing pain through her captive body.

"Oh, I thought it was all over," said Monique as she saw her slavegirl practically leap into the air.

"Oh no," replied Becky. "We have thirty minutes yet to go." Laura groaned as she heard the words. She was sure that she would be dead if she had to endure this agony for that long."

"In that case, I want her to have an orgasm." Monique leaned over and whispered to Rebecca, telling her how she had conditioned Laura to equate pleasure with pain. Jane was assigned the task, which she readily jumped at. Using her tongue and various fingers, she worked on Laura's sex and pushed her to three orgasms as the girl felt as if her breasts were being burned off of her chest.

"These would be good for punishments, too," observed Monique. "I might have to get one of these for the house." The machine had stopped and Laura just laid on the table, sweating and whimpering. She heard Monique's words and shuddered.

"They're expensive but you could do that," replied Becky. "She'll need the treatment at least once a month but there's no downside to doing it more frequently. Jane can help you learn how to set it up."

After Laura recovered, she received her pelvic exam. Much of this was standard but Becky introduced a variation. After completing her examination with the speculum, she wormed her fingers into Laura's highly aroused sex until her entire hand was lodged in the girl's body. Then she conducted her "manual exam."

All in all, the visit lasted two hours and Laura was exhausted by the end of it. Jane had been tabulating the results and announced that Laura had seven orgasms during her physical exam. "That might be a record," commented Becky. "You are very lucky to own her, Monique."