Notes: This is my first story ever! A lot of sexual, cruel, extreme things will come! Please read chapters 1-3 before proceeding with this one. And please read the tags before you continue. If it's not for you, then read another story.
Body modification, mommy kink, mdlg, medical, incontinence, mention of diapers, lezdom, lesbian, surgery, paralyzed, doctor, operation, human sex toy, syringes, injections, chip, referring to contract, sounding, facesitting, rape, drugs, syringes, speculums, urethra play, clit growth, expanding clit, long clitoris, tightened pussy, unusable pussy, orgasm denial.
This is a longer chapter. I have so much in mind for the future so writing in chapters works best for me. Any suggestions for what could happen or be included in this series are welcome.
The story is my lifelong fantasy that I now make into a story. You have no idea what's coming. But it's amazingly brutal and something I haven't found in any story yet. Please note that all characters are over 18 years old, whatever other characters may say in conversations. English is not my first language, so bear with me!
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"As stated on page 84, you will have to undergo surgery to change the parts we want to be changed".
I felt dizzy, and I might have dissociated. This was all a bad dream, and I would soon wake up.
"I don't want surgery," I whispered.
"Don't want to? Why? Don't you want to be the way we desire you to be?" Junes' voice was somehow always so goddamn calm, but she added a mocking voice to the question.
"I want to be me," I breathed out. Eliza and June could probably not hear me, but I didn't care.
"We all have our needs and wishes. You will help us, and you will make our dreams come true. Maybe you could see it as a gift to us for letting you live here, rent-free and all?" Yes. Clearly mocking me now. She didn't hide the sarcastic tone a bit.
"I don't want to give you gifts. I want to go home." My whispers sounded harsh now. I was clearly upset. My chin was shaking since I was about to cry.
June stood up, walked around the table, and squatted beside me without touching me. Her breathing was the only thing I could hear in the room. Except for the raging screams, but those were only in my head.
"How could you do this to me? I trusted you". I couldn't look at her, but I still turned toward her. All I could see was our knees and June holding her own hands.
"We didn't do anything. We wrote a contract, yes, but you signed it. We can't take responsibility for that," Eliza said, still sitting in her chair opposite us.
It felt like someone had punched my throat, I had difficulty breathing, and I was about to completely lose it.
"You haven't been drinking your coke at all," June said and handed me the glass. "Drink up"
It did look very appetizing, so I did what I was told. It tasted like heaven. The sugar calmed me. But it didn't take long before something felt off.
"Please don't tell me you drugged me," I whispered, "please... plea..." everything went black, and I fell off the chair and into June's arms.
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I woke up from the beeping sound of a heart monitor. I wasn't in the striped room anymore. This was new, a hospital, maybe? It felt sterile and awfully bright. Everything was painted in white. Could this be a room at Hidden Haven? An OR? Really?
Angelica approached me, even she in white. I tried to move my head to the side, but it felt stuck. I tried my arms, legs, fingers, and toes. Nothing. I couldn't move. I felt no restraints on my body, only a strap over my forehead. Strong tape covered my mouth so I couldn't talk, and an oxygen tube was securely positioned under and into my nostrils.
"Hmm?" I didn't like it at all and rapidly got scared. "Hhhmmphhh!!!" I couldn't get any kinds of words out. I could blink, though, so I started to blink frantically while still hmph-ing as to yell free from the captivity.
"You are paralyzed from the neck down, dear," Angelica said. She stood right by my side now. "The coca-cola was spiked with a potion that suppresses the somatic nervous system making you completely helpless but fully alert.
I knew from the contract that she wouldn't kill me, but she could perform surgery on me; no, she -would- perform surgery on me. She wouldn't do that while I was awake, though? Right?
My head was spiraling. This was what she had been doing when we came home. Change into scrubs and prepare for what I feared would be an operating room.
I was naked but not completely; some green papery fabric hid parts of my body. Also, I felt colder on my boobs and between my legs. So those parts were not covered. Oh, this could not end well...