Chapter 21 - Joy Gets Prepped
Inside the small nursing station, Joy bent over and pulled down her jeans.
Dr. Novotny jabbed the needle in her buttock, pressed the plunger and pumped the
drugs into her. He had his own little cocktail to prepare the girls for their
appearances, keeping them hyped up, very wide awake, deeply fearful and
exquisitely sensitive. Miki helped put Joy through the preparation.
"Lift your top, Joy. Show Dr. Novotny your tits!"
Dr. Novotny hefted her mammary and eased the long needle into the centre of
her nipple and depressed the plunger. A bruised, swollen nipple was something
the cameras loved. Random bruising was unacceptable. The beauties had to start
the performance pristine. Dr. Novotny was cheerful.
"Just pumping in a bit of extra inflation. Tweaking your tits up a notch for
the cameras. Bigger is better, eh, Joy?"
Joy started breathing again as he slowly withdrew the long needle from her
nipple. She held her breath once more while he did her other tit. Miki was
cheerful.
"Don't bother trying to report Dr. Novotny to the American Medical
Association. They withdrew his license years ago! Something to do with molesting
the female patients, wasn't it?"
Dr. Novotny grinned.
"Absolutely! I'm actually doing a lot more business, and enjoying it hugely,
since I was barred from practising medicine by my distinguished,
pickle-up-their-ass colleagues!"
Dr. Novotny gave Joy a intimate little grope. Since she had already opened
both her holes to him repeatedly over the last few days, it wasn't exactly a big
surprise, so she took it in stride. She was taking a lot of things in stride
these days.
Miki guided Joy into the small studio.
Wearing jeans, Nikes and a flimsy t-shirt that said FUCKMEAT on the back,
Joy faced the ever-present cameras.
A well-endowed girl with no bra will put on a jiggle show for the cameras
whether she wants to or not. Every time she breathed, Joy's nipples, pressing
hard against the one-size-too-small t-shirt, quivered enchantingly. It helped
that she was still shaking from one of Miki's intimate little shaving sessions.
Being pumped up on drugs, bennies and caffeine, having everyone tell her that it
was to keep her wide awake and screaming during the show, didn't exactly get rid
of the shakes either. Nor did it decrease the fear factor.
As instructed, a perfectly smooth Joy pulled down her pants, bent over and
touched her toes while the inevitable crew of cameramen filmed it all. She
blushed and squirmed as the greased enema probe was inserted. Miki was
encouraging.
"You've got to be drained before the big show. We can't have you shitting
yourself while everyone watches!"
Joy looked at the cameramen surrounding her, recording her every humiliation
for the insatiable extreme porn market. She wailed.
"But everyone IS watching!"
Miki laughed.
"I mean in front of a live audience!"
Joy looked at the cameramen as she squatted over the clear glass bowl.
"So what are these guys? Zombies?"
