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Summary : a nosy journalist goes on the search for a missing friend . She soon finds herself in the clutches of a twisted female doctor who decides to transform her into a lesbian latex slave .
Preliminary remarks :
- English is not my native tongue , so if you find some grammatical mistakes, please forgive me, and if you want, notify me, so that I will not do the same mistake .
- This story deals with lesbian domination . I try my best to be accurate but since I am male, I may miss a point . If I do, please notify, I will revise the story . Also, even if I am interested in BDSM (obviously), I am not into the scene . So the same as before applies, send feedback so I can make corrections .
- This story will have a continuation . I already have a few ideas, but suggestions would be most welcome .
- I am an awful drawer . So if some of my readers were to illustrate the story, I would be most pleased to include their drawings in the story .
- VERY IMPORTANT : Those who seek sex, domination et cetera, should proceed directly to the end of chapter 2 . The plot is simple and well-worn but those who want to understand everything should also read the beginning .
Prelude : Disappearance and Decision
Barbara was thoroughly angry with her editor . That scum refused to give a true journalism work ! All he gave her was trashy boring work good enough for any gutter press newspaper . His last idea of a rewarding job had been to send her off to a Goddamned reception where she had had to inter view all sorts of rich good-for-nothing who did not seem to know how good their life could be .That had been the last blow . Upon returning from this reception, she had stormed in her boss's office, slammed her resignation onto his desk and then the door in his face when he had tried to hold her back .
Walking quickly through the crowd in the London Tube, she was heading towards her best friend's flat . That friend, Kate, was a nurse at one of the most exclusive clinics in London . This clinic, specialized in plastic surgery, was run by an extremely secretive surgeon, Doctor Lydia von Sklaverei . Since that doctor had taken over the clinic's management, its business had grown exponentially, just as its reputation . The employees were very well paid and according to their contract they could not be fired unless they did something particularly serious . Kate, however, had lately grown increasingly anxious about something at her work that she would tell no one including her best friend, Barbara .
Barbara, while in the Underground train that led her to Kate's flat was thinking about how they had met five years before . Barbara was not a journalist at that time . She attended the same nurse school as Kate . But then, at the end of their first year, Barbara had decided that she was fed up with all those superior-looking doctors who considered nurse as mere servants . She had then given up while Kate had gone on, becoming last year a full-fledged nurse . Barbara had turned to the job of journalist, thinking it would give her more excitement than cleaning bed-pans . She thought she would be able to uncover all sorts of dangerous plots against the world and become a world-known heroin . Well, that had failed . Now that she had resigned, she did not even know what tomorrow would be made of . Her account was not empty but it did not hold a fortune either .
Brooding on those dark thoughts, she looked at her reflection in the door glass . She was a auburn-haired beauty of one meter seventy with startling blue eyes . Her breasts, though a mere B cup, were full and did not sag . Lower on, her hips were well accentuated, while her waist was well muscled by her morning exercises . Finally, her legs were long shapely affairs that did not fail to attract male attention when she left them uncovered . However, she had decided long ago that she did not want to be bothered by that kind of attention and she usually hid her shapes in baggy, shapeless clothing .
She compared her reflection in the window with the picture the name of Kate generally conjured in her head . Kate was a frail brunette with a stunning face but very little body shapes . She barely filled her A cup bras and she hated working out . This did not make her ugly but when compared to Barbara she attracted no attention . That meant that since she always went out with Barbara, she never came back with a boyfriend, while it was not uncommon for Barbara to come back to her flat with a new-found male friend .
Coming out of the station, she entered a building some fifty meters further and climbed the stairs to Kate's flat . She rang the bell and when she got no answer, she reached up under a flower-pot nearby where Kate left her key in case she lost hers .
Barbara opened the door and entered the flat . There she froze, dumbstruck . The flat had been emptied . There was nothing left in it . All that was left was the bare floor .
She whirled around and stormed down the stairs . When she reached the doorkeeper's door, she knocked and waited impatiently . Two minutes after her knock, the door opened, and the doorkeeper, an elderly lady, passed her head to see who was making all this racket in a normally quiet building .
Barbara immediately began to plague her with her questions .
"Where has Kate gone ? Where is all her stuff ? Why did she leave without notice ?"
Taken aback, the doorkeeper began to mumble answers .
"Well, this young lady, she didn't tell me what she was doing . One day, she didn't come back from work . I was not really worried, she had already done this a couple of times . And then, the following morning, there were movers who had the keys and took away everything in the flat ."
"But, she didn't tell me anything ! She would have told me if she had wanted to move ."
"I don't know ! Lately, she seemed upset, as if something in her life had gone out of control . This can't be too serious . I'm sure that in a few days, she will contact you and you will laugh about your fussing ."
And after these words, the doorkeeper slammed her door in Barbara's face .
Barbara went back to her flat where she resumed her usual life, but she could not help feeling dread when she thought of her friend's disappearance .
And then, two days later she got a letter . It was not really a letter, it was a pair of folded paper sheets with a listing of names on it . And there was Kate's handwriting at the back of one of those sheets . The message was short .
"I know the Doctor has spotted me . I'm afraid I will soon disappear . Don't go to the police . She will have you locked up before you even realise what's going on . Help me ."
Barbara reflected on this message . What Doctor could it be ? The only solution she saw was Doctor von Sklaverei, since it was the Doctor running the clinic . And what could all these names be ? She did not have any idea . And then it hit her .
The only way to know was to infiltrate the clinic . Now, she was glad of her brief spell at the nurse school . This way, she would be able to investigate unnoticed, and when she would have enough proof, the good Doctor von Sklaverei, even with all her relations, would finish in jail .
Getting a job at the clinic proved simpler than she thought . The clinic was looking for helpers , only females, with very little qualification to do all the dirty work in the clinic . Cleaning bed-pans, washing the floors was a nightmare to Barbara who had given up her nurse studies to avoid those chores . But she was in the place, and nothing would prevent her from discovering the truth about Kate's disappearance .
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