"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.