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  Medical Milk Maid 2

  (Lactation fantasy, milky breasts, forced milking, lactation stories, medical bdsm, medical play, medical erotica)

  Ginger Pearl

  Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.

  This story picks up where Medical Milk Maid 1 left off....

  Jenna Edwards won’t graduate from college unless she can come up with a final tuition payment. To raise money, she agrees to participate in a medical study on breast milk production. To her shock (and pleasure) the study involves shots of hormones to induce lactation and lots of orgasms...all administered by the handsome Dr. Micheals.

  In part two of Medical Milkmaid, Jenna’s milk has come in and she must leave Dr. Micheals’ expert touch for the unknown challenges of the milking room which is supervised by another physician. Dr. Leon proves to be a harsh taskmaster, demanding more milk than ever from her tender breasts. Nothing seems to satisfy him and Jenna can only pray she’s reunited with Dr. Micheals before Dr. Leon goes too far.

  An erotic short story of 5200 words.

  Disclaimer

  This story is for adults only, minors should stop reading here.

  All events depicted are fictional. Any resemblance to places and persons, living or dead, is unintentional coincidence.

  Please note this story is a fantastical imagining of medical BDSM. Don’t try this at home or in a research lab!

  Medical Milkmaid 2

  Dr. Leon was a tall, stocky man with piercing blue eyes. He instructed Jenna to sit on an exam table in his office and inspected her breasts with rough hands, hardly speaking to her. It was deflating after Dr. Micheals’ easy charm and knowing touch. Suddenly she was a mere subject again, in the service of cold science. She missed Dr. Micheals.

  He gave each nipple a hard, sharp squeeze, nodding with satisfaction at the milk that dripped from her breasts in response. “Good. You’re ready to be pumped.” Dr. Leon caught her milk on a finger and tasted it. He closed his eyes, smacking his lips as if evaluating a fine wine. “Ah, sweet. Very nice. Follow me. I’ll show you where your pump station is.”

  The doctor ushered Jenna out of his office and into a large room with stark white walls. There were other study participants there, naked and facing the wall as they were milked. Their hands were tied together with rope and suspended over their heads on hooks. With a soft hiss, their nipples were jerked in and out of the plastic shields cupping their breasts. The milk audibly spurted into small plastic containers attached.

  A woman in a white doctor’s coat with auburn hair and a stern expression, walked past the participants as they were milked, swatting them on their backsides with a wooden paddle. Each of them jumped in turn and gave a soft shriek. Once she reached the end of the line, she turned on her heel and went back down the row, smacking them again. She did this several times and the other women’s rear cheeks became pink from their punishment.

  “What are you doing to them?” Jenna asked, outraged. The women were tied up like cattle and treated like slaves.

  “Documenting how pain affects milk production which involves a certain amount of restraint to prevent interference with the study,” replied Dr. Leon with a dark look that told her he didn’t appreciate her question. “Here’s your spot.” He pointed to a breast pump and brandished some rope.

  “How--”

  He interrupted her with a shake of his head. “You talk too much. We’ll tell you what you need to know when you need to know it, understood?” When she didn’t respond he sighed and added, “Or I can have you gagged. Your choice.”

  Her eyes went wide at his threat. “I’ll be quiet.”

  “Good girl.” He patted her on the ass and she flinched, not enjoying the contact like she had with Dr. Micheals.

  He fastened her hands over her head and hooked up the pump. Jenna startled when it began sucking her breast. The pump was much stronger than the one she’d used before. The cones also had flexible silicone edges that squeezed her breasts as the suction stretched her nipple until it felt like her skin would tear. Jenna found herself biting her lip and leaning into the pump, trying to relieve the pressure.

  Noticing her reaction, Dr. Leon smiled. “I designed the pumps to make sure we didn’t miss a drop of milk.”

  Jenna groaned, her breasts already aching from the force of the pump. “It feels like it.”

  The doctor swelled with pride, taking her response as a compliment. “We tested them against the pumps nursing mother’s use and we get thirty percent more milk. Once the patent is approved, I’ll be marketing the pump to the public.”

  She tried to act like she cared and murmured, “Great.”

  “Ah look, your water is here.” From somewhere unseen behind her, he produced a large plastic bottle and set it down on top of her pump. A straw came up high enough that she could reach it. “Drink up.”

  “Maybe later. I’m not thirsty.” she said dismissively.

  Apparently that was the wrong thing to say for Dr. Leon fisted his hands in her hair and jerked her head around to meet his furious gaze. “I don’t care if you’re thirsty or not, if we give you water you drink it, understood?”

  Jenna gave a meek nod, trembling at the intensity of his anger. “Yes, doctor.” She sucked on the straw, swallowing as fast as she could. He watched her, waiting until she had drained the entire bottle.

  “We do things on a schedule here, Miss Edwards. Nothing is optional unless we say it is.”

  “Yes, doctor,” Jenna said again, eager to placate him. Her head still hurt from where he’d grabbed her hair.

  “Those are the only two words I ever want to hear from you.” He pointed to the girl next to her. “Miss Warren here got lippy with me and I had her gagged.”

  Jenna looked to see a pretty blonde with a black gag strapped across her mouth. The woman looked at her with a frantic expression allowing Jenna to see the gag was really a large rubber ball that sat in her mouth. It looked uncomfortable and she resolved right there to do whatever it took to stay on Dr. Leon’s good side. Assuming he had one.

  “Spread your legs,” the doctor ordered gruffly.

  Jenna hurried to comply as he pulled a tube out of his pocket. As she watched, he squeezed some lotion from the tube on his finger and applied it to the sensitive nub nestled between her thighs.

  “You’ll continue to be masturbated as usual. This ointment will keep you aroused so you’ll orgasm faster.”

  The cream was cool against her hot core. At first, Jenna felt nothing beyond the temperature difference, but that soon gave way to a tickling sensation. It was similar to having an itch on her back that she couldn’t reach. She squirmed, closing her legs and contracting her thigh muscles in a futile attempt to scratch the itch. With her arms suspended overhead, she had no way to satisfy the sudden desperate need blossoming within her.

  Dr. Leon patted her on the ass again. “Someday I’ll make this into a slow release formula that we inject right into the clitoris.” He gave a heavy sigh. “But I just don’t have time to sit in the lab and do the work. For now we’ll just reapply this every four hours.”

  Jenna only half heard what the doctor said, too distracted by the throbbing itch at her core to pay much attention. He doesn’t want me to talk anyway, she thought. So how can expect me to listen?

  Doctor Leon raised his hand in a beckoning gesture and Jenna heard the click of high heels as someone came up behind her. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of the woman who had been paddling the other study participants. “Nurse Wilson, her first orgasm will be vaginal, but after that I want both vaginal and anal stimulation.”

  “Yes doctor,” answered the nurse, her voice cool.

  “Keep me apprised of her progress. I’ll be in my office.” With a cu
rt nod, the doctor left the room.

  Jenna worried her lip, anticipating what would happen next. Dr. Micheals had insinuated that her ass might be used. Too bad he hadn’t been her first. She knew he would’ve made it good for her. She didn’t have time to dwell on it though, as the nurse nudged Jenna’s legs even further apart and forced a large vibrator into her wet passage.

  Jenna’s clit responded immediately, swelling until her skin was tight, like a mini-erection. She’d never had such a strong reaction before and it surprised her. When the vibrator whirred to life inside her, she moaned. From the corner of her eye, she watched as the nurse walked down the milk line, pushing a little cart filled with dildos and inserting them as she went. Some of the women made no sound as the thick rubber rods probed their slick passages, others gasped and some groaned. Their voices contrasted with the mechanical hiss of the pumps as they were milked.

  The nurse returned to stand beside Jenna. “For every quarter ounce of milk, you’re rewarded by an increase in vibrator speed.”

  “What?” Jenna looked at the nurse with wide eyes. She was already trembling, her system overflowing with sensory input. Can someone be driven mad with sex? Maybe Dr. Leon should study that!

  Nurse Wilson arched an eyebrow at her. “We find incentives increase supply markedly. You won’t be able to orgasm until you’ve made all the milk we require.”

  Jenna checked the containers attached to her breasts and her stomach sank when she saw how little milk there was. When she’d first been hooked up, the white liquid had poured out of her nipples in a continuous stream. Now all she had left were little dribbles. This is going to take forever.

  Resigned she found a spot to stare at on the wall. The vibrator moved at a glacial pace inside her, keeping her on edge but nowhere close to satisfaction. The pump tugged on her nipples and squeezed her breasts which had begun to throb painfully.

  “Make more milk, ladies.” Nurse Wilson walked up and down the line of women, checking their milk containers and frowning as she did so. Apparently, Jenna wasn’t the only one whose production ran low because the nurse eventually resorted to striking everyone with the paddle as she passed.

  Sensation layered upon sensation, but with no release in sight, Jenna became restless. Of their own volition her hips writhed in small circles, trying to turn the pleasure held in suspension inside her into something she could use to climax. Her efforts were in vain. No matter how much she moved, she couldn’t coax the next level of sensation out of her body.

  “Your production is lagging behind everyone else’s,” the nurse observed when she checked Jenna’s collection containers for a second time. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  Without warning, the paddle came crashing down on Jenna’s ass. She jumped and yowled as this hit was harder than the previous ones. Nurse Wilson ignored Jenna’s reaction and rained blows down on her jiggling cheeks. The sting spread from her ass to her clit and nipples, as if she’d been stung by a bee and the venom was overtaking her body.

  “Ah, there you go.” The nurse pointed to Jenna’s nipples which now dripped with milk. “Funny how pain can do that, huh?”

  Jenna just nodded.

  “And look, you’re finally at a quarter ounce.” Nurse Wilson pushed a button and the vibrator quickened inside Jenna.

  Her whole body throbbed like a heartbeat. Her breasts, her pussy, her ass all beat as one. A strange mix of pain and pleasure swelled in her stomach, threatening to spill over and consume her. Jenna’s knees went weak and she sagged, held upright only by the rope wrapped around her wrists.

  She was so close to the brink, but the vibrator still wasn’t moving fast enough.

  “Another quarter ounce and I’ll turn it up.” Nurse Wilson made liberal use of the paddle again, but was not pleased with the results even though big tears rolled down Jenna’s face at the assault. Jenna had no choice but to endure the agony of ecstasy wracking her body. She had to yield, to let go of control. She was a medical experiment, there for sole purpose of things to be done to her.

  Shaking her head in what Jenna presumed was irritation at her low milk supply, the nurse barked an order for everyone to spread their legs and came down the line with a flogger. With a deft flick of her wrist, she snapped it against their sensitive flesh. Some of the girls gasped, some shrieked and one gave a hoarse cry as an orgasm overtook her.

  Jenna braced herself for the first hit to her tender pussy and shuddered at the shock of sensation it sent through her. The pain again blended with the pulsating pleasure inside her, heightening her response and pushing her closer to release. The nurse spent quite some time flogging Jenna’s pussy. The strips wrapped themselves around her, flicking across her clit. The contact was overly harsh, but Jenna didn’t care. Her poor, neglected clit was finally getting some attention and her body quivered with the climax about to overtake her nervous system.

  Just as mindless pleasure was about to consume Jenna, Nurse Wilson stopped flogging her. Jenna twisted in her bonds with a wordless whine, frustrated at being denied release.

  The nurse tsk-tskd. “A quarter ounce, Miss Edwards. And then you may come.” She stepped forward and flicked the collection container with a finger, jostling the milk inside. Catching sight of Jenna’s face, she paused. “You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

  Jenna gave a soft cry of frustration at the question. Of course she wasn’t okay, she was tied up and being milked like a cow.

  The nurse laid a cool hand on Jenna’s forehead. “You feel warm. I should probably check your temperature.”

  Nurse Wilson left for a moment and returned with a thermometer. Jenna opened her mouth anticipating that they would take her temperature orally, but the nurse just shook her head. “Spread your legs and lean forward, Miss Edwards.”

  “W-w-what are you doing?” Jenna asked, confused.

  “We take rectal temperatures here. It’s more accurate.” When Jenna didn’t move into the requested the position the nurse sighed. “We are doing this one way or the other, Miss Edwards.”

  “Can’t you take it orally, please?” begged Jenna. She’d never had anything inside her rectum.

  Nurse Wilson didn’t answer and left her again. When she returned she brought two men wearing hospital scrubs with her. “Miss Edwards is having some problems with compliance. Please install the spreader bar.”

  The men silently reached for her legs, wedging their hands between her knees and prying her open. When her legs were spread wide, they wrapped something around her ankles. Jenna looked down to see a black metal bar between her legs secured in place with cuffs. She tried to move, but the bar hindered her, serving as an effective shackle. Jenna shivered as she realized how helpless she was, they could do anything to her and she couldn’t stop them.

  “Now you won’t be able to close your legs and refuse treatment.” Nurse Wilson motioned the men forward. “Hold her down and spread her cheeks.”

  Large, meaty hands pressed on her back. Their strength was overwhelming and Jenna had no choice but to bend over. Then they each placed a hand on one ass cheek and pulled it to the side until she felt the cool air against her ass crack.

  “What are you doing? Please stop.” Tears gathered in her eyes.

  “Miss Edwards, this is for your own good. If you have an infection, we need to treat it.” Nurse Wilson donned gloves, the snap of the latex against her wrists making Jenna wince. She picked up the thermometer and using one hand to open Jenna’s back entrance, she inserted the thermometer with a brusque movement. It was cold and impossibly long and Jenna squirmed as it went on and on inside her.

  “Now stay still.”

  For a long minute, Jenna remained motionless, hyperaware of the hands on her back and ass, the thermometer and vibrator inside her and the breast pump still sucking at her nipples. There were so many sensations that she didn’t know what to feel, other than the constant craving for an orgasm. If only she could come, things would be easier then. Or so she told hers
elf.

  Nurse Wilson checked her collection container. “Your production is low.” Removing one glove, she palpated Jenna’s breasts with a cold hand. “And you’re rock hard. I would guess mastitis.”

  “What’s that?”

  “An infection that happens sometimes with breastfeeding. We follow a strict protocol and don’t see it often here, but nursing mothers get it all the time.” The nurse turned off the pump. “I’m going to inspect your nipples, but first let’s check your temperature.” She removed the thermometer and shook it, reading it with a frown. “A slight fever.”

  “I’m sick?”

  “It’s a minor infection. We’ve caught it early and will treat it aggressively.” The nurse removed the other glove and lifted Jenna’s heavy breasts, closely examining each nipple. “You’re still inverted and that’s probably the problem. You need more nipple therapy.”

  Jenna bit her lip at the mention of nipple therapy. Why couldn’t her body just cooperate already? Why was she going to be forced to undergo what promised to be unpleasant treatments?

  The nurse motioned to the men. “Remove the bar and take her to a room. Dr. Leon will want to see her.”

  ***

  In the exam room, Dr. Leon poked and prodded her breasts with clinical detachment. “It looks like you have at least one duct blocked on each side.”

  “Is that bad doctor?”

  He shook his head. “A minor problem, but Nurse Wilson is right, we have to fix those inverted nipples of yours. But first things first. Let’s unblock your ducts.” He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, his hand cupping her breast and squeezing as he sucked her forcefully. He then did the same to her other breast.

  Joanna inhaled sharply and her body tensed as his mouth worked her breast. “Doctor?”

  He released her nipple and held up one finger. “Now is the time to be quiet, Miss Edwards. I have ten other girls to attend to and you’re putting me behind schedule.”

  “But,” she started to say wanting to know if what he was doing was absolutely necessary.

  With an exasperated sigh, he went to a cupboard in the room and returned with what she recognized as a gag. It was the same black rubber strap with a big ball in the middle. “Open your mouth.”