Another victim of The Tether falls prey to a devious doctor that has a little bit more in mind than the typical examination when his fingers fall upon her. Will Bleu be just another sad statistic of The Tether or will she give the doctor some data he wasn't expecting? More
The Doctor circled around her and sat on a stool in front of her, not visible from her supine position. She could hear him opening and closing something she couldn't see and heard a squirting noise and whimpered loudly, trying to crane her neck to see what he was doing.
“Shh, it's okay. It's just a quick medical procedure, relax.” He spoke as if he had done this a million times before and the more Bleu thought of it, the more she realized he probably had.
Did they fight? Had they submitted instantly? She thought that maybe she had given up too easily, maybe she was the weak one. Maybe the others had fought tooth and nail until they were beaten into submission. Maybe they had been drugged. The question churning at the back of her mind was more frightening though – had they enjoyed it? Did they moan and shudder like she did? Did they feel their flesh crawl in a mixture of disgust and arousal? Or was she the exception to the rule? Was she the whore here?
But what could she do? She had been strapped down the entire time and her wrists were much too weak to snap the metal bounds around them. She moaned helplessly, her head tilting back and her eyes focusing on some far point on the wall. She just had to lay still, had to relax.