Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) (6 page)

But when I did, I glimpsed the thick material that kept my arms trapped over my chest. It was a straitjacket.

Glancing over at the window, I saw that it was very early. A few streaks of some might cut across the morning gloom, but it would be dark for a little while longer. If my newfound clarity came from a mistake, then I wouldn't have much time before Nurse Valerie came back and made sure I was properly sedated.

I turned to my room’s one entrance and examined the door’s handle. I figured I could turn it was just my feet if I was patient, so I swallowed and started to sit up. I got all the way up, but when I tried to slide off the bed I felt something tug at my throat.

Turning around, I grimaced when I spotted what was holding me in place. A white nylon cord connected from the base of my straitjacket to the head of the bed.

They had me tethered in place. Grinding my teeth for a moment, I debated whether or not I should try to escape, especially because I just remembered that every room was under surveillance.
If Adrian or one of his employees happened to be watching, there was a very good chance that I wouldn't be alone for long.

I had to get out.

I didn't know what he had done to me, not exactly, or if it worked, but I couldn't take any chances. This could be my one opportunity.

Moving on my knees, I went back to the head of the bed and peered down. The tether was wrapped around one of the bars and secured with a knot. Examining it, I refused to give in to frustration or hopelessness. Sure, untying the stupid thing would've been a lot easier if I'd had access to my hands, but I didn't and I wasn't going to freak out about it.

Bowing my head, I reached down for the knot, thinking maybe I could untie it with my teeth.

The door opened and a voice I really didn't like called out, "Oh! Look at that, are patient is up and about!"

Giving up on my escape strategy because it would never work with the Nurse Valerie right there, I straightened my back and try to appear as intimidating as possible. My throat felt dry, but I didn't care. This woman would not see any signs of weakness, not from me. To my surprise though, she carried a tablet.

Valarie plopped herself down at the foot of the bed, placed the device on her lap, and asked, "How are you feeling?”

"I'm feeling like bringing the world's biggest lawsuit against this clinic, my soon-to-be ex-husband, and you unless you let me go right now." I leveled my eyes at her, my expression harsh and set. My chest rose and fell with deep, angry pulls of air. I wanted this girl to understand that she was in serious trouble. It didn’t matter how much she liked Adrian or whether or not she thought he was brilliant.

If she didn’t help me then, she was going to be in big trouble.

Valerie licked her lower lip, and I started to think it had worked. I could frighten this girl into helping me escape. Then it was just a matter of finding some police.

But then her mouth turned upward into a big, bright smile. “Silly Melanie! You don’t get to say how things work here! No, not when you’re the patient! Patients do as they’re told by medical professionals such as myself. That’s how it works here. Now, would you like to go see your doctor? I’m sure some more exercise would be very good for you.”

The impulse to scream at her or charge burned through me. I pictured myself slamming my head down into her face, probably breaking Valerie’s cute little nose. Fighting down those urges, I nodded because I wanted out of this room.

Valerie quickly untied the tether, but she didn’t let it go. “I don’t need a leash,” I said.

With that same big smile of hers, she clicked her tongue and nodded her head. It was an exaggerated, humiliating motion. “Yeah, you really do, sweetie. We need to make sure you don’t get lost.”

“I’m not a pet.”

“Not yet,” she said, and her smile hardened into something almost sadistic.

I bit into my lower lip to keep myself from saying something I might regret later. She gave my tether a little tug, and I crawled off of the bed. It took me a few more seconds. I was still getting used to my body. My mind might have clarified, but my muscles still seemed a bit awkward.

I got down onto my feet and followed the nurse toward the door only to freeze in front of the mirror. It seemed like another girl was looking back at me.

My hair was different. I had always had short, mousy brown hair. It might have curled playfully, but I was always the cute girl. I could be the sweet girl-next-door, never the sexy vixen. Only now, my tresses were blonde, all the way down to the roots.

“Ah, I was wondering how long it would take you to notice,” Valerie said with mild curiosity. “Like, were you going to walk by mirrors and windows all day without catching your reflection?”

“What did he do to me?” I asked her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the stranger staring back at me.

“It’s permanent,” she explained. “One of the processes he’s working on.”

But that wasn’t the only thing Doctor Brent changed about me. Even as I reached up to stroke the tresses of blonde that now stretched down my shoulders, I realized my lips were thicker, sexier. They were also a shade darker, an erotic hue of red that made it look like I had on lipstick.

And my breasts. I felt the difference once I realized I had been altered. Even though they were bound beneath several layers of cotton and canvas, I could feel their swollen circumferences. When Valerie first put that gas mask over my face, I had been a B-Cup. Now? At least D’s. I swallowed, not sure how to respond or what I should do.

Even when Nurse Valerie tugged on my leash, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I didn’t know what to do or say as I walked behind the nurse. We moved through the corridors. They were mostly empty except for one or two of the orderlies who grinned at me or flashed thumbs-ups on their way past.

I couldn’t believe it.

He had changed me. He had made me into a little sex toy.

Valerie took me to another room. She opened the door and motioned for me to enter. Too stunned to defy her, I silently walked into the room. This new space was largely empty. There was a bed off to the side, a bench, and the standard counter with sink that was built into every room. It looked like this might have been a spare room, one Adrian didn’t use regularly.

“Now be a good girl and we’ll get you dressed. Then the doctor will be in to see you shortly,” Valerie said as she unbuckled the clasps that kept my arms trapped at my sides. I turned to her slowly, thinking about how good it would feel to smack her, but I couldn’t bring myself to attack the person who happened to be freeing me.

Even when the straightjacket came off, I couldn’t think of what to do. Thinking back to the orderlies in the hall, burly guys like Tony, I decided this would be a bad time to try to escape. Instead, I needed to stay where I was and play along.

The jacket came off, and Valerie folded it up. She then placed it on the counter, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out something for me to wear. “Here you go, sweetie.” She handed me a pair of panties and a bra large enough for my enlarged globes.

I looked down at the two garments. Both black with laced trim, they looked like something a sexy French maid might put on, but that wasn’t me. Or at least it wasn’t before this transformation.

Shrugging off the paper gown, I looked forward to putting on some real clothes. Nurse Valerie stepped back, but it was clear she wouldn’t offer me even a shred of privacy. In fact, once I was naked, she craned her neck and nodded to herself, “He did a good job. You won’t be able to notice any scarring at all.”

Anger kindled at the base of my torso, but I ignored it and tossed her nothing more than a perfunctory glare. I didn’t speak, thinking that doing so might trigger a more aggressive reaction.

“He’s going to be very happy with you,” she said as I pulled up the panties. They were snug, more like lingerie than something I could really wear in public. Next came on the bra. The silk felt good against my breasts. The extra weight was unusual, but I was getting used to it faster than I would have otherwise guessed.

Once I was dressed, Valerie told me to stand in the middle of the room, to raise my arms, and to stare straight ahead. I nibbled at my lower lip and glanced from side to side for about three seconds before deciding to cooperate one more time.

I wanted to save my anger for Adrian. Attacking Valerie with words or fists wouldn’t do any good.

So I went to the middle of the room, lifted my arms up, and swallowed back my embarrassment as Valerie took my measurements. She checked my waist, my bust, and my butt. Again, I yearned to smack her, but doing so would have been counterproductive.

Content with the data she collected, Valerie nodded to herself and ordered me to wait there. As she closed the door behind her, my nurse politely said I could sit on the bed if I wanted.

The door shut with the click of a lock, and I stood there, unsure of myself. There was a mirror to one side. About the size of a computer monitor, it showed me my new reflection. Some part of me still couldn’t believe it.

When the door opened again, Adrian strolled in. He had his usual tablet and informed me, “Nurse Valerie said you were very cooperative.” He leaned against the far wall as I turned back to face him, my fingers tightening into fists as I considered what I should do.

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

“Really?” he asked. “So you think you can do something about your treatment at this point?” He strolled over and ran his fingers through my now blonde-strands. Cupping my cheeks with his palms, he made me stare back at his eyes. “Melanie, you’re mine now. All we need to do is work on your training.”

“Training?” I demanded. “You think I can be trained?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Like for example, I think you need a spanking. You know, just so you can learn what happens when you misbehave.”

“Screw you!”

“Not yet,” he said with a cocky grin. “But there will be a punishment every time you speak disrespectfully. Melanie, what you need to understand is that you don’t get to have any individual rights, not anymore. You had the chance to be my wife. That obviously didn’t work out, so now you’re a slave.”

I blinked back at him several times. “You can’t be serious.” I wanted to laugh, but then something about his expression told me that would be a bad idea. Instead, I took a gamble, shrugged him off and headed right for the door.

He wasn’t going to stop me. He couldn’t. Before, they had me drugged, but now I was could scream. I could make it clear to his other patients that I didn’t belong here. Realizing this, my steps were buoyed with an extra spurt of confidence.

I got to the door and reached for the handle when he ordered, “Stop.”

I paused, just long enough for him to say, “Turn around and crawl back to me.”

About to laugh, I hesitated again, ready to rub his nose in the fact that he couldn’t control me anymore and he must have realized it. Adrian took up his tablet and clicked on one of the icons.

A blast of pain shot down my spine. It didn’t seem to come from anywhere in particular. It just felt as if random pain receptors went wild for a second. I nearly fell down, and the air caught in my lungs, paralyzed.

Then, just as quickly as that pain appeared, it vanished.

“On all fours, crawl over to me like a good little animal. Or sex toy. Whatever. I’ll let you pick,” he said with casual disinterest.

“No,” I said and shook my head as though a gesture could enhance my confidence. “That wasn’t you!”

“Those chips are for behavioral modification,” he explained. “I can punish you. And I can reward you.” Holding up the tablet with one hand, he clicked another icon with the other. I braced myself for another wave of pain. I should have prepared myself for an entirely different sensation.

My whole body convulsed as this burst of pleasure washed over me. I nearly doubled over and fell down onto my knees. I quivered as my pussy moistened almost instantaneously. The heat splashed across my body, like this eruption of magma from my shoulders down to that spot between my thighs. I gasped and closed my eyes, doing everything I could to keep from dropping down right there.

“You see? You’re mine.”

“How?” I exhaled that one word, not really expecting an answer.

But of course, my arrogant bastard of a husband had to give me one anyway. “I could explain the science, but all we really need to determine right now is whether or not your new modifications work.”

“You can’t use them against me,” I said without any real support.

“Can’t I?” he asked and punished me with another blast of pain. It burned across my skin as I inhaled a sharp puff of air between my teeth. “On your knees. Then crawl over here. That’s when the fun will start.”

Again, I wanted to laugh at him. This should have been hilarious, but I had already endured that blast of pain twice, and my body tingled from the onslaught of pleasure. I couldn’t believe it but when he tapped on that tablet, he could control what I felt. Reaching down for the healed incisions, part of me wanted to call this magic even as I knew it was just very advanced science.

Damn it. Adrian was arrogant, but he deserved to be when he could wield that kind of intellect. This could change the world, and he was going to start with me.