A short vignette of a newly caught slave in a modern medical scene.

Mary moaned softly, she hated mornings, and this one seemed like it was going to be worse than normal. The dull ache in her head told her she had had too much to drink at the club, and the smell of leather told her she had been too tired to bother getting undressed when she got home.

Her eyes flew open and she tried to sit up as she realized that yesterday had been Monday and she hadn't gone to the club at all. Unfortunately, all her opened eyes revealed where darkness, and her attempt at sitting up only resulted in a gentle pressure on her face and shoulders.

Panicking, she struggled while she assessed her situation. In addition to the smell of leather, she could taste it in her mouth - the product of a soft plug that pressed her tongue down and kept her mouth propped open. Her entire body felt a gentle pressure, as though her entire body was wrapped in one of her sports bras. She really started to fight against whatever was restraining her when she realized that wasn't true - there was a slightly tighter band of pressure around the base of each breast, but the breasts themselves where exposed with the nipples stiffened in the cooler air of the room. Worse, there was a band of cool air running from just above her labia to just above the crack of her ass.

Sobbing muffled whimpers into the mouth plug, Mary thrashed about trying to escape from the gentle pressure which trapped her. An effort which exhausted her quickly while reinforcing that she was unable to move any part of her body more than a quarter of an inch.

With her sobs settling into despair, she stopped fighting against the pressure - becoming fully aware of her predicament. She was in a strange place, totally immobilized with her breasts, *censored*, and ass exposed to the cool air of the room. Some sort of hood had been put over her head. A simple thing, it was devastatingly effective at disorienting her. Her sight was gone, the only thing she could taste or smell was leather, and now that she had stopped struggling, she realized that the gentle pressure in her ears were plugs blocking all the sounds except for her heartbeat and ragged breathing.

She resumed her terrified struggling as she realized that she had already been violated in ways that went beyond simple rape: a feeling of fullness ran from below her *censored* deep into her body, and her ass was stretched around some sort of plug.

Dr. Ardis watched the struggling form on the table with great interest. First off, she was very valuable to him - $25K for just over a week's worth of work. Secondly, the changes he was about to make to her mind and body were very delicate and had to be handled carefully. Finally, it was just pleasant to watch her struggle - her full breasts gently bouncing, and her hips thrusting up and down as she struggled. He knew she didn't mean it to be, but it did so look like she was trying to hump the air.

The table and the restraints that held her to it were his own design. The table was fairly standard; a solid plate supporting her from her hips to past her head and a hinged independent support for each leg. The restraints were the genius part. The hood held her head immobile with a strap behind each ear and another one at the top of her head. Her body was encased in a custom latex bodysuit that had straps attached to the side seams - enough to prevent her from moving even her hips more than a little bit.

As she stopped her second set of struggles, Dr. Ardis approached her and casually placed his hand on her right breast as he turned on the microphone connected to her earplugs. Preparing to talk to her, he silently mused that no matter how necessary the catheter and colonic tube were, they did spoil the aesthetic look of the scene.

"Hello, I am Dr. Ardis, and I will be overseeing the first part of your slave training.", he said ignoring her renewed struggles. Casually squeezing her breast, he commented on her muffled squeals, "You are probably screaming that you are not a slave, but you were sold, bought, and paid for. That makes you a piece of property. As such, your master wants a few changes made to you. My job is to increase your libido, a job I am quite good at."

As her struggles subside, he slides his hand lower, resting his fingers on her labia and slowly tapping directly over her *censored* with one finger. While these moves appeared casual, they were each calculated to tell him something about how resilient her mind was and how he and those who followed him needed to proceed to mold her without breaking her.

Satisfied with her newly renewed struggles, he removed his hand and picked up the first electrode. Grasping her right nipple tightly, and pulling it up slightly, he placed the electrode around the areola. Satisfied he repeated the process with the other breast. Next he picked up a pair of small cup shaped electrodes and placed them over her nipples.

"These will allow for prolonged nipple stimulation without desensitization or chafing.", he commented as he watched her futilely try to shake them off.

At the touch of one of the foot pedals, her legs began to lift and spread until they were straight up and pointed about 120 degrees apart. Picking up the four clamps hanging from her thighs, he carefully applied them to her labia - stretching her *censored* wide open and allowing him free access to her *censored* and vaginal opening. Taking the last of the electrodes, he ignored her struggles and pulling back the hood, placed it directly on the tip of her *censored*.

"Now that that is all done, this will only take a few more minutes and your training can begin.", he said simply as he turned off the microphone. He pulled a stool over to the table and began to play with the settings displayed on a control panel situated below her legs. He carefully watched her body for every reaction as the differing pulses of electricity flowed through her. The sensors built into the suit also told him many things about which settings caused discomfort, which caused pain, and which ones were sexually stimulating to her.

Satisfied with the settings, he stood up and typed a few final commands in to the panel. He watched her and the readouts for a minute or so while reviewing the protocol he had selected; 3 days of 4 orgasms an hour to flood her brain with endorphins, followed by 4 days of being held in a pre-orgasmic state for hours - to end in either frustration or orgasm at the computers whim.

Nodding, he walked out of the room, closing the door just as her first electronically induced orgasm hit her. "It's going to be a long week" he thought to himself as he sat at his desk. Smiling as the nurse waiting under his desk unzipped his pants and sucked his *censored* into her mouth, he finished the thought: "But I'll manage."