Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) (5 page)

“Thirty-one seconds,” he announced, though this time he didn’t bother to make a note of it. And when he placed his two fingers by my mouth, I didn’t give him the chance to punish me. Maybe if those orgasms hadn’t already sapped so much of my defiance, I would have tried to bite or fight him.

I licked his fingers. He pushed them into my mouth, and I sucked on them. The mixed taste of latex and my own juices played on my taste buds. I glowered back at him, but he didn’t care.

“There, there. You like being a good girl, don’t you?” he asked. “Yeah, I think you do. You’re such a good patient. Well, guess what? We’re going to get started with your treatment very soon.” Only then did he pull his fingers free, returning my ability to speak.

“Adrian, there’s nothing wrong with me,” I said, my voice insistent, almost demanding. “There’s nothing wrong with me!” I tried to rip myself free of the medical bondage again, but those stupid straps kept me down.

“Not true,” he said and shook his head. “You clearly need to work on your behavioral control. Oh, and there will be some cosmetic changes as well.”

“Cosmetic?” I asked, determined to make sense of this. For a second, I started to laugh, but when he didn’t react, those sounds died in my throat. “What, what do you mean?” Another spike of fear shot through me because Adrian got up and readied another syringe. He stabbed it down into a small bottle of some substance and filled the needle.

“Yes. We’re going to make you into a whole new person, Melanie. We’ll start with a series of implants to help you with your impulse control. But we’ll also change your hair and your breasts. Trust me, I think you’ll like being a blonde so much more.”

“No! You can’t!”

Adrian touched the needle to my wrist then pressed the tip down into my skin. He was skilled and it only hurt for a second as the tip pierced my flesh. Our eyes met and I tried one last time, “Please don’t.”

“You should have considered the consequences of thinking you could manipulate and betray me,” he said simply without a trace of animosity.

I shut my eyes for a moment. Hoping I would be able to find some way to
get out
of this before he started my “treatment”, I tilted my head and demanded, “What are you going to do?” At least this time I managed to sound a little more determined. It didn’t sound like I was about to freak out.

He seemed to appreciate that. Reaching into his pocket, my doctor pulled three small items. Each one was about the size of a quarter, “Do you remember these? I’ve told you about them many times before.”

My chest tightened at that point, mostly because I had gotten used to zoning Adrian out whenever he tried to tell me about his research or practice. It wasn’t my fault. It was just that science could be so boring, except now I absolutely regretted not paying better attention.

“What do they do?” I demanded, trying to pretend that none of this was my fault.

“Behavioral modification,” he said again, which made me ball my fists because those two words really didn’t mean a lot to me. Smiling and obviously enjoying his dominion over me, he leaned down and stroked my cheek. “These chips will be placed at strategic places in your body. I will use them to control some of the electrical impulses that make up what you feel. Does that make sense?”

“You’re going to control what I feel?”

“What you feel and how you act.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You can’t do that to me. You can’t enslave me!”

“Actually, I can. When we’re all done, you’re going to be a very docile wife. You’re going to do as you’re told.”

Taking a breath, I held it and stoked the anger burning in my chest. “I’ll fight you,” I said, yet even then I could feel the second sedative taking effect. Resisting the sudden weight of my eyelids, I didn’t want to give in. I wanted to beat the chemical, so I concentrated entirely on his face. “I’m going to—I’m going to win. I, I don’t know how but—I will.” I kept talking, and my lips moved, but then the darkness
descended
on me.

“Don’t worry. You’ll wake up in a couple weeks and everything will be all better. You’ll be all better.” His voice was fading, but then I could feel the warmth of my doctor’s breath against my ear, “You’ll learn how to serve. You’ll learn how to be good and behave because you’re mine now.”

Fragments. Flashes. Bits of scattered memory. Nothing really clicked into place. Nothing really fit together, not the way it should have. Recalling that chunk of time felt a lot like opening my eyes underwater.

The sedative forced my eyes down, but only for a little while. If I fought really hard, then I could pry them open to narrowed slits. Those instances lasted just a few seconds, but it allowed me to see what went on around me.

I remembered when Nurse Valerie came in and chirped something about getting me ready. Tony arrived a few minutes later. They removed the medical restraints and placed me on a gurney. He wanted to know if I should be strapped back down, but Nurse Valerie laughed as though she thought the whole thing was pretty funny.

“Why bother?” asked Valerie. “She’s totally out of it.” Then she patted my chin, and I shook my head slowly. I doubt either of them realized it was a concerted effort.

They rolled me down the hall, and I remembered seeing other patients. There were people taking walks after bouts of illness. More than one person smiled down at me, obviously wishing me luck.

They had no idea what was going to happen to me.

I had no idea what was going to happen to me.

Adrian talked about behavioral modification. He said those chips would be used to control what I felt. My nervous system. If he controlled those connections throughout my body, then he would control my whole body. I couldn’t believe it, but my throat went dry because I had a feeling that Adrian wasn’t blustering. He meant it, and now I would become his test subject.

If his experiment was successful, then he would have me bound. As those possibilities played through my imagination, I realized I meant what I told him. It didn’t matter what he put inside of me. I would fight. I would fight hard, and I would win. His technology and designs wouldn’t be good enough to control me.

Over and over again, I made those promises to myself.

In the meantime, I struggled to speak, and I even managed to get my lips to part, but forming actual words was beyond my drug-inhibited abilities. They brought me to an operating room. Nurses and assistants appeared in full scrubs.

They talked around me and about me. Through the fog of whatever sedative he injected into my bloodstream, I tried to make eye contact with someone. I tried to communicate how this was not necessary because I didn't require treatment.

No one paid any attention to me. If they noticed the way I squirmed, they didn't comment on it. For all I knew, that was normal. Bristling at the unfairness of it all, I felt trapped in my body has these people got ready to change me. How they're going to do it, I couldn't explain or even guess. How those chips would affect me and what they would mean were questions I could not answer.

One several set up, it was Valerie who picked up a small mask of clear plastic and placed it over my nose and mouth. "Breathe deeply and count backwards from ten."

I refuse to call operate. There is no way I would do then, yet it didn't matter. Within four seconds, I couldn't even keep my eyes open a little bit. The world went genuinely dark and I passed into oblivion.

After that, everything became especially hazy. It was like trying to read a book where every other word or letter was missing. There just wasn't enough for me to make sense of it all.

There were, however, certain images that popped up in my memories. I remember waking up to find my doctor standing over me. Adrian smiled down at me and told me that the procedure went perfectly. He lifted my down and ran his fingers along the sealed incisions. He also promised that within a month those would have healed and left no scars.

With his arrogant grin, Adrian said she was just that good.

Valerie came in it while later and bathed me. She also hooked up a series of tubes to my body. I was catheterized in ways I didn't want to think about because they knew I wanted to be functional for several weeks. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to handle solid food for quite some time.

The nurse, in her irritatingly singsong voice, explained that while the physical damage was minimal, my body needed time to readjust to the chips placed at key points of my physiology.

Through all of this, they must have kept me sedated as well. Although no one injected me with anything after the surgery, I couldn't really think clearly. Unless someone was in the room with me, it was very easy to close my eyes and think about nothing. I felt empty and most pleasant way possible, as though the rest of the world had stopped existing. It just didn't matter.

"Are you a horny girl?" Valerie asked a few days after the procedure. Somewhere deep down, I could hear the shreds of my dignity growling and frustration. But incapacitated, I just gave a little shake my head because I knew was coming.
But with a certain calm acceptance I understood that she could do whatever she wanted with me.

Smiling prettily, Nurse Valerie put on a pair of latex gloves, walked over to my hospital bed, and placed one hand between my legs. I groaned a tiny bit, but that was the only way I could communicate anything at all.

Careful not to remove my catheters, Valerie stroked me. She stroked me until I felt all warm and fuzzy throughout my body. She stroked me until I gasped with pleasure. Then she threw away her gloves and giggled at me as though I'd done something very amusing.

Later on, Doctor Brent came to see me. I was half asleep when the clinic door opened and he stepped inside. Fighting through the fatigue, I managed to open my eyes though I couldn't really process the man before me.

Under normal circumstances, I would've been enraged. I should have been kicking and screaming and spitting at him. I should've been calling him every insult I could think of, but instead I looked back at him like my husband. I looked at him like a man who had power over me, yet somehow that didn't bother me.

It was like I knew he was going to take care of me.

Most of those feelings must've come from whatever pleasant narcotic they had pumping through my veins, but I didn't mind. That must've been another side effect.

Adrian checked the incisions where the chips at the placed. There were three total, and each one stung a little bit when he pulled the wrappings away. Nurse Valerie had changed those two or three times by then so it must have been a few days after the procedure, not that I could really tell a whole lot about time. My world had turned into a floating haze.

"You’re healing nicely. Clearly, I did a very good job with you. But don't think were done, not even a little bit." Dr. Brent made some notes on his tablet before setting the device down. He sat down at the foot of my bed and touched my foot. He gave me a gentle squeeze, and I really did feel comforted.

The doctor smiled at me and said, "I'm going to enjoy this. So far,
things have been
very easy for you. I've taken care of you, but it's about time for you to learn how to serve me. We're going to see how well the chips really work."

I strained to open my mouth and make some kind of point. The sedatives kept me from really understanding what I wanted to say, it felt as though I had some sort of muscle memory that wanted to protest nonetheless.

The doctor chuckled at me as though my reactions were very funny. He then proceeded to pat me on the knee and he left.

The weeks passed until one morning I opened my eyes and everything became clear.

On one morning, I blinked awake. Rather than feel distorted and woozy and confused, I could remember everything. I remembered talking to the divorce lawyer and thinking about Adrian's expression when he realized that I wasn't going to be the perfect little wife who waited around for him all the time. I recalled how powerful I felt when Adrian got down on one knee to propose. Everything came back, and it felt as though I had just been asleep in some very long nap.

Most importantly, I just felt like me again.

I could think clearly.

It also helps that the catheters were gone. Rolling over, I saw that most of the equipment was gone. Right away, my eyes darted over to the door and I started to wonder if I could simply flee. Fortunately for me, I half-remembered Nurse Valerie walking me around in my haze. My caretakers to delicate job making sure that my muscles didn't atrophy, which meant that I simply had to make it out of the front door.

From there, I could deal with anything else that happened.

Adrian got me into this situation by moving quickly. When his subordinates showed up at the apartment, I was shocked. I didn't know how to react. Had I known what they had planned for me, there was no way I would've gone so easily.

Whether by design or accident, I could now think coherently. So I tried to stretch out my arms and realized that my doctor wasn't as trusting as I first assumed.

Nervous, then frustrated, I tried to push my arms out. They were held tight against my chest. A sinking feeling crept through my stomach, but I couldn't get confirmation until I managed to wiggle out from under the thin sheet that covered my body.