The Clinic

The Clinic

It took a long time for Jessica to save up for the new panties. The procedure wasn't all that expensive, but it took time when she could only put away a few dollars each week. But they would be worth it, the very latest in latex-toy tech, they were formed to fit a person perfectly, and you got to choose 'inserts' that could stimulate a person the entire time they were worn. Jessica had done her research, but the dangers reported were all very mild and she couldn't wait.

She'd made her appointment and signed all the papers, paying the fee with pleasure. When it was time to have them made, Jessica went to the Clinic bright and early. It had a waiting room like you'd find at any doctor's office and the attendant smiled and led her back right away. Jessica found herself in a small, clean room with a display that was covered in a white sheet. "Welcome to the Clinic," the attendant said with a smile. She even bowed slightly, then tucked her long, red hair behind one ear as she straightened and moved to the display. "These are the inserts that come with your panties, you paid for two, so please choose what you'd like," she said and removed the sheet with a small flourish.

Jessica moved forward, her eyes widening slightly at the selection. There were maybe a dozen different shapes and lengths of fleshy dildos, each in five sizes from small to enormous-looking. They were all a creamy off-white color, made of the same material the panties would be. Some were bumpy, others designed to be veiny, one that drew Jessica's eye was just a huge spiral, with the twisting lines running the full length of the thing. This was a fairly serious choice, and Jessica took a long time before choosing both.

The redheaded attendant waited patiently until Jessica had chosen, then led her down to another room. "If you would kindly undress please. And you can put in your inserts," she said sweetly. Jessica could feel herself blush a little, but this was what the Clinic did -- exclusively -- so she was sure everyone here was quite used to this sort of thing. She stripped slowly and settled onto a small bench and spread her legs.

There was a thoughtfully placed container of lube, and Jessica used it to slick up the first insert she had chosen. It was the smallest size, but it was long with little textured bumps all over its surface, and it didn't take long before Jessica had slid the little dildo into her ass. She was blushing more now, slightly aroused from the whole process as she began to rub slick lube all over the second insert. This one was much larger, the second biggest of the prepared sizes. It had a curved tip, specifically textured to tease her g-spot, though the rest of it was smooth. It took a little more time to slide this dildo in, and Jessica had to bite her lip to keep quiet as she worked herself up to it. It was tempting to just come and relieve that tension, but as Jessica glanced at the attendant, she found the redhead was unabashedly watching. Jessica swallowed once and pulled her hand back before announcing, "I'm ready."

The attendant smiled and immediately crossed to her and knelt. She held a pair of very shiny, very tight shorts, which she rolled up Jessica's legs. "These will make it easier once the gel has set, to get it off your skin." Jessica nodded in understanding, standing as needed to get the shorts on. They were still crotchless, she noticed, to allow the inserts to adhere to the fresh goo. "And these," the attendant said, showing off two small plastic plugs, "will allow us to keep your inserts open."

Jessica nodded again -- that was one of the wonderful features of the panties. Once they were made, not only were the inserts there, to constantly drive you mad, but you could slide in another dildo, deep inside you and the inserts. It made the intrusions grow and pulse or vibrate, depending on what dildo you slid inside. You even got to keep the plugs, as a way to keep a remote controlled tormentor firmly in place. Jessica grinned slightly, she already had several fantasies of long days spent with a barely-there vibration driving her mad, followed by a night of screaming orgasms when she turned it all up.

Slowly, because walking was a little more difficult now, Jessica was led over to something resembling a bathtub and helped to climb in. It was comfortable, padded a little and designed with a neck and head rest so she could lean back happily. As Jessica got comfortable, the attendant fixed the plugs in place and began to explain what would happen next. "It will take some time for the gel to fill the tub space, it will cover your hips and your back, like a regular bath. It will take more time for it to harden and you have to stay still or the fit will be less exact."

"What happens if I move too much?" Jessica asked with a bit of worry. Holding still for long periods was never one of her strong points.

The attendant just smiled, waving her hand lazily. "It is not dangerous at all. The worst that could happen is we would have to try again." Then it's right back into her speech, and the professional certainty helps to calm Jessica. "Once the gel is completely set, we go about shaping and removing any excess to be cleaned and re-used. Where the gel touches your skin, we have to use a solvent, but it is one hundred percent non-toxic, and the removal usually takes no more than an hour or two."

That was just to dissolve the goo away from her skin, Jessica knew from her research. Once they got to the parts that were covered by the shorts, they could slide it all off and the rest was done in some back room. An hour or so after that, Jessica would be walking away with a sleek, skin tight pair of flawless panties. But that was after several hours spent making them, she thought with a sigh. Hearing the exasperation, the attendant smiles. "I know it's a long time, but you don't have to be totally still, just no big motions. Did you bring music?"

"Oh, of course, in my purse!" Jessica smiled wide with relief, she had almost forgotten. The Clinic had suggested she put together a nice long playlist, and the attendant went to grab her player and bring the device over. Jessica thanked her, putting on the earphones and getting the playlist started. She pulled off one earphone, asking "Is there anything else?"

The redhead shook her head. "You read all the information, you know what we're doing. It'll be a little warm," was the last warning as she reached over and opened a small tap. Jessica replaced her earphone, leaning back as the tub began to slowly fill with goo about as hot as a warm bath. She propped her arms up, resting them on the edge of the tub and closed her eyes. With nothing else to do, she soon drifted off listening to her music.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Jessica woke to someone gently shaking her shoulder, calling her name. She opened her eyes to see a frowning gentleman, which startled her since she was in the bath. No, not the bath, her sleepy mind sorted out. But still naked, and as she tugged at her hands, they didn't move.

"It's all right," the man said, before the panic really had a chance to set in.

"What happened!" Was her first question. Jessica lifted her head slightly to see her arms at her sides, encased in a creamy white solid that barely gave way to her struggles.

"It's all right," the man said again, and as Jessica focused on his face she could see his identification, Dr. Zee. The title and his smile did reassure her slightly, but Jessica knew something had gone wrong. "I run the Clinic," the doctor said, reassuring more. "You're fine, and we'll have you out of there as soon as we can."

Jessica was calmer after the spike of adrenaline, and she asked more reasonably, "What happened?"

The attendant was there, and she leaned in with a small, apologetic smile. "Your arms fell while I was tending to another client. I'm very sorry, but we will free you soon."

"However there has been a slight problem," the doctor said softly and Jessica looked back at him. She tugged at her arms again as she remembered a few of the dangers of the material, stories of being stuck there for hours while they slowly dissolved away stubborn gel. Sure enough, Dr. Zee turned a computer screen so Jessica could see the incomprehensible numbers and gauges represented on the screen. "As I know you're aware, this material is new, and sometimes the mixture is off slightly. I'm afraid yours came out harder than usual, less elastic."

"You're not in any danger," the attendant assured quickly with her confident smile. "But it is going to take longer than usual to dissolve."

Jessica could feel her entire weekend slipping away. "How much longer?" she asked, staring at the semi-clear surface that looked as if she could simply lift her hand out. She tried, again, and found she remained quite firmly trapped up to her elbows.

Dr. Zee frowned and studied the computer for a minute before moving to a tray of tools. "One of us will be working constantly, but it's still going to take several hours." Jessica looked around the room, instinctively looking for a wall clock and finding one off to the side. It was already past noon, that meant the process would take the rest of the afternoon. She sighed deeply, but there was nothing to be done as the two went to work.

She had assumed they would work to free her arms and hands first, but the work began at her feet instead. It was possible, they explained very patiently, that Jessica would forget herself and start trying to tear the goop away if they cut her hands free. Although the doctor had very thoughtfully put her music program back onto her playlist, giving them all music to listen to.

After an hour, Jessica found her legs were mostly free. Up to where the shorts stopped at her thighs, the gel was dissolved and scooped away, though she was still sitting in the tub and confined that way. This forced her to maintain the same posture she had been in, legs crossed at the ankles and knees spread to either side of the tub. An hour in and Jessica was also acutely aware of another problem now. Her music was mostly made up of techno and clubbing songs, all with deep, heavy base lines. For the best sound quality for the three people in the room, her player had been placed on the hard-yet-pliable gel, and all that base traveled through in tiny little vibrations straight to the two insertions.

There wasn't nearly enough sensation to cause any true annoyance. But the tremors and gentle rhythm awakened the denial from earlier when she slid the soft, unyielding intruders into her openings. Jessica pulled and twisted slightly against her bonds, blushing and wishing she'd gotten satisfaction then. Instead she was trapped prematurely in one of her fantasies, suddenly turned all too real. The dance songs didn't so much as pause, only change the beat and strength of the vibrations. After an hour of this, Jessica found it harder and harder to keep quiet, but she didn't want to embarrass herself more by calling attention to it.

As her legs were freed, the doctor stepped back to stretch, leaning far back. "Amanda, our next client should be here by now," he said and the redhead nodded and turned for the door. For a brief second, Jessica was sure she would be taken advantage of. For a second, she wasn't sure she cared after an hour of being slowly wound up by nothing more than music. But Dr. Zee just pointed at the player and nodded, "I like your music." He moved up beside Jessica's shoulder to begin work there, apparently taking no notice of her blush and not mentioning her quickened breath.

Jessica stayed there another half hour with the doctor patiently dissolving away gel from her torso and waist. Then the attendant was back and the two traded positions as he went to deal with this new client. For the first time, Jessica really took notice of the attendant; dressed in a fairly short, fairly tight dress that reminded her of the old-timey nurse outfits. Then Jessica noticed the white waist cincher, pinching the woman's figure into more of an hour glass shape. It made her chest pop, both breasts pushed up into perfect little round globes. Jessica swallowed and licked her lips, forcing her eyes away from the attractive display.

"How are we doing?" the attendant asked as she stepped closer. Jessica was about to answer, to ask that the music be turned off, when she noticed the smile the other woman was wearing. Suddenly she realized that this attendant, this Amanda, knew exactly what those base vibrations were doing, she was not unawares as the doctor seemed to be. Suddenly she remembered the redhead wearing a jacket this morning, hiding the more attractive outfit -- she must have changed because of Jessica's predicament.

Amanda chuckled softly, leaning across the tub to get something and letting her hair fall casually over her shoulder. The soft strands landed on Jessica's pert nipple, gliding across the nub back and forth as she wiggled slightly. The trapped girl couldn't help gasping softly, pulling up in a futile effort for more contact. "Less than two hours," Amanda whispered, bending close so her breath ghosted over those painfully stiff nipples. "Is that the longest you've been denied?" Her voice was rich and dark, commanding without being intimidating. It promised sex and sensuality and was nothing but arousing.

"It's been longer than that," Jessica argued breathlessly.

Amanda just chuckled again, reaching out to ever so gently brush one nipple with her bare finger. Jessica let out a quiet squeak, struggling again for freedom and relief and more, but Amanda pulled her hand away again before once more blowing over the little nubs. "I'm not counting the time you slept. It's your own fault for leaving that job half done."

Jessica couldn't believe what she was hearing, she hadn't expected it from another woman. "What- I, I wasn't going to... not with you watching me like that!"

"And look where it's gotten you," Amanda answered playfully. She turned her attention to the music and began to poke at the touch screen with purpose. "This is a great phone," she mentioned, expertly navigating the menus. "I have the same one. Same music program, too," she said with a grin and in moments the base was turned higher, amplifying every vibration.

Jessica couldn't help it as a groan escaped her throat. Her head fell back in frustration, the gentle vibe was still less than the lowest setting of her vibrator at home, but it had been constant now for far too long. She could feel Amanda move back up to her head and one of the woman's hands landed on her chest. Her manicured nails rested against a nipple as if by accident, stimulating it innocently as Amanda leaned close. "Now now, hold still. I have work to do."

More than another hour passed, and Jessica was moaning more frequently now. She tensed and flexed her muscles, but she didn't have enough control to get off on just the motionless intruders inside of her. The vibration from the music wasn't enough to push her over the edge, just to draw her painfully close and hold her there. Amanda had been no help, speaking in that dark, seductive tone and making sure her breath fell across Jessica's helpless breasts, or whispered close to her neck or ear, anywhere sensitive and exposed. Most of her words were hushed and Jessica couldn't remember any for more than a few seconds, but that wasn't the point of speaking for Amanda, and she seemed pleased with the frequency she had to repeat directions.

She'd been there, being constantly wound tighter and tighter for three hours now. Finally, the doctor returned and Amanda had to stop her added torment, but Jessica found herself still trapped on the edge, even as the redhead took the phone in her hand. "This needs a charge, I'll plug it in for us."

Jessica didn't respond beyond swallowing and trying to return some measure of focus. But even though the vibration was gone, the dildos were still trapped deep inside of her, and focus was not exactly an easy thing to find. She was only vaguely aware that Amanda should have gotten much more done than she did. The doctor seemed to chalk it up to the thicker solution and simply set to work, but Jessica still lay there trapped up to her elbows.

After a little while, she realized Amanda was gone again. That must mean another client, she thought vaguely, finally starting to regain some of her faculties. She found the clock and saw now that it was nearly four. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Amanda was back and the doctor left again and Jessica struggled in her little prison once more. The doctor worked much faster than Amanda, possibly because the redhead didn't seem interested in setting the other girl free at all. But now the goo had been chiseled away down her forearm, now her hands were only trapped to just above the wrists.

Amanda crossed to a little desk with a computer. This was where she had the phone plugged in and she brought it back to its previous resting spot, directly above Jessica's encased crotch. Amanda took the time to attach a little stand, angling the device so Jessica could see the screen. "I thought music might be getting a little old, so I downloaded a movie for you to watch." She sounded so cheerful saying it that Jessica felt it must have been some sort of trick. Amanda attached the headphones again, making sure they were firmly in place as the movie began.

Almost immediately, porn movies started to play. Not just a porno, it was specifically the sex scenes from a whole bunch of pornos. The first was several minutes long, then moved right into another scene with completely different actors. There was no end to the visual onslaught and plenty of moaning to entice the ears. Just watching normally, it wouldn't have been long before Jessica went and found her toys for some satisfaction. But now she was stuck, hands trapped and with soft, unyielding dildos deep inside of her that she just couldn't move enough to come.

"You should have something to drink," Amanda said and produced a cup of water with a straw in it. Jessica was quite thirsty and sucked eagerly until Amanda pulled the liquid away again. "And I'll get a fan, you look a bit warm." Jessica had no doubt she was flushed a bright red, but they both know it wasn't because of the heat.

"Wha- what are you doing?" she asked vaguely, watching Amanda instead of the screen before her. The redhead had retrieved a rotating fan with several streamers attached to it. She didn't realize their true purpose until Amanda flipped the device on. The cool air actually did feel good against her skin, but as the fan shifted first up and then down Jessica's torso, the strings flew out to tickle her. The little strands flickered over her nipples, her stomach and right side, and even just up to her neck. Jessica let out a soft cry and an uncompromised moan, wanting anything now that meant satisfaction. But the soft, tickling streamers were merely one more sensation that would not fulfill her, would not bring the satisfaction she now craved.

Amanda settled at the end of the tub, mostly out of view, and Jessica's eyes were drawn to the screen again in time to see a shapely Latina get pulled up as a muscular man plowed into her from behind. Her ample tits jiggled up and down and her high-pitched moans filled Jessica's ears as the trapped woman added several moans of her own, unable to hold them back. Meanwhile Amanda went to work on the excess gel, not needing to be as careful with the stuff not close to skin.

It took most of the remaining hour before the doctor returned. He rushed in and said something about a family emergency, but Amanda just smiled, assuring him the treatment would be finished in another hour at most. The man hurried out without once noticing the movies on Jessica's screen. Before much longer, Amanda had finished with her task and triumphantly removed the plugs from the inserts, all the excess cleared away.