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She was one of the big ones, Dr. Cadaway noted.
Bursting at the seams with muscles, her pale white skin was covered in a light dusting of goosebumps from the slightly too-cool room. She was entirely naked. Her chart read a generous 6’7”, but Cadaway suspected she might have put on a few inches during her latest round of hormonal injections. The operation table had to be locked in at the longest position, reserved for the taller soldiers at seven feet or taller. She had already been strapped in and sedated before Cadaway entered, legs splayed slightly open. It was always standard procedure to give soldiers a light sedation before they underwent the operation. It was partially a way to ensure they would be less anxious, and also helped ensure the safety of the doctors. The restraints were little more than sturdy elastic straps, designed more to keep a half-conscious genetically engineered behemoth from rolling off the table than to keep them from tearing themselves free. Between mostly sedating them and giving them generous amounts of aphrodisiac, most soldiers remembered very little other than an orgasm or two and a long nap.
Quite frankly, that was how Dr. Cadaway preferred it.
As she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, she gave the soldier’s health chart one last once-over. Her name was Daisy- surely some kind of ironic moniker that had stuck during boot camp, perhaps unfortunately so. There weren’t any particular surprises, although she had to raise an eyebrow at the note ‘homosexual’. No wonder Daisy had requested a woman doctor, although of course she was in absolutely no position to throw stones. There was also a note that Daisy had undergone this operation twice before. Good. She’d know what to expect.
She stepped towards the top of the table, where Daisy’s head was reclined. Daisy breathed steadily through a medical mask, gently pumping oxygen and aphrodisiac into her lungs as condensation gathered gently against the plastic. Her eyes were open but glazed, although they managed to focus on her as she stepped closer. Daisy’s eyes privately reminded Cadaway of a bear recently stirred from sleep, the cunning ability to kill tempered by a desire simply to return to sleep after perhaps indulging the whim to crunch through a whole cabinet of ration bars. They were a pretty shade of green, a shade that invited one to make whimsical metaphors about leaves or old fashioned tank camouflage.
“Daisy?” Dr. Cadaway tapped lightly on Daisy’s forearm. Even through the gloves, she could feel the way her muscle flexed underneath her hand against the strap. “I am Dr. Cadaway. Are you ready to begin?”
Daisy sucked in a particularly hard breath, her chest rising sharply.
Her tits weren’t exceptionally large, but seemed to be just as much muscle as breast. They fell slightly to the side in a way that was almost vulnerable- exposing the very light dusting of dark hair along her chest. A scar stretched down from her collar bone down to her nipple on her left tit. Both of her nipples looked painfully hard. Her skin was covered with goosebumps. Cadaway suspected that if she put her hand against the gentle rise and fall of her chest her skin would be soft and wonderfully alive.
Daisy finally seemed to collect her thoughts enough from behind the fog of aphrodisiac and sedation to nod once. Dr. Cadaway gave her a sharp smile, patting Daisy on the shoulder. Now they could finally begin.
She began by carefully spreading Daisy’s legs and hooking them into the stirrups. It was a kind of uncomfortable looking and awkward position but necessary. Then, ensuring that her gloves were snug, she approached.
Daisy had a pleasant down of hair all across her body, not just her chest, she noticed as she drew closer. It was a light color that made it hard to notice unless you were standing close to her, and Dr. Cadaway was close enough to see every hair rise each time she touched Daisy’s skin. She had a darker patch on her chest, spread between her tits, cut through by the scar on her chest. Further down, a trail of dark hair led down, forming a thick bush of curls around her cunt. It even spread to the inside of her thighs. Dr. Cadaway pressed her thumb against it as she pushed Daisy’s legs open. She always enjoyed this part. There was little more she found appealing than getting the toughest soldiers spread apart on her table.
What was interesting, she noticed as she spread the stirrups apart, was the little tattoo on her thigh. She had missed it before, too distracted by Daisy to do her job properly. All soldiers in the fertilization program had a tattoo right above their crotch, indicating that they were assigned to the program and some basic personal information relevant to the project. Daisy had a second tattoo, however, almost on the crease between her thigh and her groin. Her eyebrows shot up despite herself. She had only ever seen this once before. The little tattoo indicated Daisy had extensive exposure to Hive physiology- exposure directly relevant to the program. It hadn’t been indicated on her chart, which meant it must’ve been very recently assigned, perhaps within the last few weeks or so. She carefully spread the soft skin with one hand, gently tracing the fresh ink with the other. What had this soldier seen while on the field?
Daisy’s whole leg jerked once reflexively as she ran her gloved finger over the sensitive part of her thigh. She did it again, stroking gently, just to feel the way her entire leg tensed at the sensation. She could feel every muscle underneath her hand, strong enough to kill but entirely at her mercy. Daisy made a noise like a wounded animal, whimpering as she fought to sit up and see what the doctor was doing.
“Relax, it’s quite alright.” Dr. Cadaway murmured. She didn’t remove her hand, simply kept rubbing little circles into the flesh until Daisy finally went limp and compliant underneath her. It always did amaze her how sensitive soldiers built to kill could be. It seemed to her that the more they were designed with pain and war in mind, the faster they opened up to a gentle touch. She pulled away long enough to make a quick note on Daisy’s chart, then turned to grab the lube.
The sharp snap of the cap opening caused Daisy to lift her head. Dr. Cadaway took the opportunity to assess pupil dilation and heart rate as she spread the cold lube across her fingers. Everything looked to be in order, Daisy riding the fine line between being high on aphrodisiac and kept compliant with the sedatives. She gave her a clinical smile, before remembering that Daisy couldn’t see her behind the mask.
“I just have to prepare you for the procedure. You might feel some discomfort, at first. Let me know if you’d like some more lube.” A somewhat amused huff turned into a groan as she spread her fingers through Daisy’s damp curls. Daisy’s head lolled backwards, and she took that as permission to continue. Cadaway could tell she was already soaking wet, almost to the point that she wouldn’t have needed lube, but she was nothing if not thorough.
She spread her cunt methodically, running her fingers against Daisy’s folds. Daisy twitched in response as Cadaway slowly sought out her clit. She spread her major labia and then her minor labia, finding the clit at the peak. She was swollen and hard, her clit peeking out from the folds. She brushed her fingers against it, gently, curious to see how Daisy responded- she didn’t disappoint. Her entire body jerked in response, before settling into the sensation, hips straining against the restraints as she tried fruitlessly to rut against Cadaway’s hand. There’d be time for fun later. First, there was work to do. She left Daisy’s clit aching, unintended for now. Using one hand to keep her spread apart, she sunk one of her lubed, gloved fingers into her cunt.
Daisy took her beautifully, hips canting upwards and moaning as her first digit slipped inwards. She was wet, filthily so, almost dripping down towards her ass. Dr. Cadaway took advantage, working in deeper until her finger was in up to the knuckle. She could feel the warmth of Daisy’s cunt clenching around her even through the glove as she eyed the little tattoo on Daisy’s inner thigh. If she truly had been exposed to Hive influence during combat… Dr. Cadaway wasn’t a fool. She had been part of the team that analyzed the reproductive anatomy of the aliens- the aphrodisiac being pumped into the mask Daisy was wearing was derived from the same pheromones the Hive used. She knew what could happen to the soldiers on the field. If this experience brought up unpleasant memories for Daisy, though, she certainly wasn’t acting like it.
If anything, she wanted more. She kept pulling against the restraints, trying and failing to force Dr. Cadaway’s finger deeper into herself. Cadaway really didn’t need to wait another moment and check in to see if Daisy had adjusted, but she did so anyway, just to watch the way her muscles flexed under her skin and listen to the desperate, whining huffs that escaped from under the mask. Then she slipped in a second finger, pressing in until it too was fit right up to the knuckle. Daisy nearly howled, toes curling. She was delightfully responsive, Cadaway considered, especially in comparison to some of the others she had worked with. Most soldiers simply let themselves go, sometimes even falling asleep during the procedure. Daisy, for as much as she was out of it, seemed to be trying her best to wring as much pleasure as possible out of the experience. She doubted that she’d be able to form a coherent sentence if she removed the mask, but here she was, still trying her best to get herself off.
She wasn’t particularly tight, but the state of her arousal had left her sensitive enough that Dr. Cadaway took her time scissoring her fingers and ensuring she was properly prepared for what was to come. Daisy was impatient, but no amount of arousal or lube would help if she didn’t relax. Carefully, watching Daisy’s face, she pressed a third finger deep into her cunt. Daisy tossed her head back, exposing her scarred neck, keening. She was certainly more full now, and Cadaway’s wrist started to strain as she sought to keep stretching her. She pressed a hand against Daisy’s hip, stilling her, as she worked her cunt open.
“Please, just try to relax. I know it can be overwhelming, but I can’t continue until you relax.” Cadaway patted her flank gently. Daisy just groaned.
The position, with Daisy still being strapped to the table and with her legs pulled apart by the stirrups, was obscene. The procedure, Dr. Cadaway noted as a thick strand of lube dripped down Daisy’s cunt, could hardly be called professional. Underneath her surgical mask, she could feel the heat on her face. Despite her focus on Daisy’s body, she couldn’t ignore the way she herself was responding. Her own cunt throbbed in sympathy with Daisy’s straining clit. Each time she fucked her fingers up into Daisy- for that was what she was doing now, despite the pretenses- there was a particularly pornographic noise made each time her fingers slid against her cunt. Daisy moaned along in chorus. She finally fell back against the table, finally relaxing and letting herself be at her mercy. Cadaway watched as lube and slick dripped out of her, mixing into thick strands that clung to her fingers. Daisy could take her whole hand, Cadaway was sure, if she had the time and patience. It was unfortunate then that she had neither.
With Daisy finally relaxed enough, it was time to keep moving. First, she discarded her gloves and exchanged them for a clean, dry pair. It was a shame, she thought, staring at the glistening latex in the biohazard bin. She wanted to know how Daisy had tasted, but professionalism demanded proper procedure. The insemination machine was a somewhat innocuous thing. It only came up to Dr. Cadaway’s waste, and at first glance appeared to just be a rolling cabinet of sorts. Inside, a small tank of genetic material that had been passed through the lab and processed sat ready for use. The machine kept everything up to the right temperature, humming quietly. She took a moment to assess the digital display on top.
The chemicals used to arouse the soldiers had a slight, additional effect- they allowed for increased levels of fertilization. It was unsustainable to simply fertilize each soldier once. They’d never get the level of genetic variation needed to maintain the cloning and soldier development process at the rate the war was currently going if that was the case. Since none of the soldiers had to go through a complete pregnancy, it was discovered that chemicals could be used to allow for multiple fertilizations per procedure. After the fertilized cells had stabilized enough, they could quickly be removed from the soldiers and placed in labs, where they could undergo the intense growth and development process needed to churn out the endless hordes of soldiers needed to combat their alien invaders.
On paper, it was a simple, efficient solution to the problem of lack of genetic diversity pure cloning caused, while still allowing full control over every stage of development.
In practice, it was a much messier affair.
Dr. Cadaway opened a separate compartment and carefully removed the fertilization device. A thick, flexible hose connected to a metal head. The nozzle started thin, but gradually grew thicker near the base, designed to help keep the head seated inside the patient and prevent extra spillage. It was maybe just shy of nine inches at the base, with a total length of roughly ten inches. Additionally, it had a set of four metal clamps just past the base, designed to secure the contraption around the patient’s hips. She pressed it against her forearm, assessing the temperature. Some kind engineer decided the nozzle heads might as well be heated, to increase the comfort of the soldiers, but any kind of malfunction could risk a burn. She double checked the conditions one last time before continuing. Everything seemed to be in place. Good, very good. It was time to proceed.
She tried to ignore the way that made her clit throb.
When she reached for the lube again, she noticed that Daisy was watching her through hooded eyes. She was blushing down from her face all the way to her chest. She was breathing heavily, and still dripping wet with lube. Cadaway turned away with a hidden smile as she focused on ensuring the head of the machine was properly prepared. It was good to know she was as excited as the doctor was.
“Alright. You’re familiar with this part, I assume, but I’ll walk you through it nonetheless. You’ll have to take the full insertion for the procedure to work, so there may be some discomfort. I will help walk you through it. If you would like some more lubrication or preparation, please let me know.” She knew Daisy was far, far too gone to communicate something like that, especially around the mask still pumping her bloodstream steadily with aphrodisiacs and sedatives. That was alright. Dr. Cadaway didn’t need her to be coherent, she just needed her to be compliant.
She aligned the head of the nozzle carefully, ensuring that the hose wasn’t coiled. Daisy tensed up again as she felt the metal come to rest at her entrance, nudging the folds of her cunt apart ever so slightly. Her thighs flexed against the restraints, her toes curling. Her breathing was shaky, slightly stuttered now. Cadaway placed one careful hand against her thigh as she began to guide the nozzle forward. She could feel every muscle trembling underneath her.
Dr. Cadaway would be a liar if she said she didn’t love her job. Of course, there was the research side of things- she was one of the highest ranked students in her doctorate program, and that had been followed by years of exceptional work done both in the labs and in the hospital on behalf of the army. She had done distinguished work both on their soldiers and the aliens they were fighting. But, god.
There was a reason she wanted to be on the fertilization program.
Later, much later, when she requested the recordings of this session for review, this was the moment she’d keep coming back to. The head of the machine, nudging just at the entrance to Daisy’s cunt, as she placed her hand against it. The metal pleasantly warm beneath her glove. The wetness dripping down onto it, mixing with the extra lube. The desperate noises Daisy makes as she can feel it up against her. Cadaway doesn’t hesitate. Experience has taught her that it’s best to move quickly. She grasps the head of the machine with her right hand, braces herself on Daisy’s thigh with her left. Then, gently but firmly, she guides the nozzle into her in one quick motion.
The metal pressed against Daisy’s cunt, spreading her apart. Cadaway watched, hypnotized, as it plunged into her. Daisy’s entire body arched and strained as she was finally penetrated, but she was held in place despite herself. Her cries are loud enough that they almost drown out the sound of her wet cunt being spread apart. The lube and her arousal allowed the first few inches to slip in with little resistance. Then, as the metal started to widen, it began to push against her. Dr. Cadaway could feel Daisy clenching down on it, just by having her hand on the shaft.
“Relax. Relax. You’re doing excellent.” She said calmly, as she put her weight behind it and got the head to sink in a bit more. Daisy’s cunt spread wetly with every half-inch that entered, and her moans were practically unbroken. She couldn’t relax in her arousal, and as Cadaway forced her to spread further around the nozzle, she only clenched down harder. She could feel the way Daisy’s cunt started to strain around the metal, but she still had more to take. Daisy groaned, this time unmistakably in pain, and she stroked her lower stomach gently.
“You’re taking it so well. You’re doing a good job.” Cadaway felt Daisy spasm beneath her fingers, sensitive and full and painfully turned on. She started sobbing into the mask, and Cadaway gave her a moment to let more of the aphrodisiac enter her system.
This was what she loved about her job. These soldiers were born and bred to fight, so built for war that they were almost no longer human. Any one of them could kill Cadaway with little effort. But more importantly, they were trained to be obedient. She could have any one of these beautiful creatures spread apart at her table, at her mercy. She loved them for the way they let her do this to them. Daisy was dripping down to her ass, cunt full of a machine under her control, bred by her and her alone. Dr. Cadaway stroked the fertilization tattoo under her navel reverently.
“It’ll be alright. It’s almost done, it’s almost all the way in. Try to relax.” Daisy’s chest heaved, and her eyes were barely able to stay open. Her pain seemed to stem from how turned on she was, and how deep the nozzle was in her, but she didn’t seem to be in any great pain. Dr. Cadaway forced the head in deeper, listening to the noise Daisy’s cunt made as her folds spread even further. She thought of the xenoassimilant that likely got their hands on her on the field. Did it make her this full? Spread her this beautifully? Did Daisy’s cunt pulse around the alien as it tried to breed her, the way it did around the unforgiving metal of the machine? She could only wonder. She couldn’t shake the thought that it was meant to be this way, that she seemed almost created for this purpose.
Finally, those last few unforgiving inches slid home, deep into Daisy’s cunt. She moaned brokenly and sucked down air wetly through the mask. Her cunt was spread out entirely around the metal, the head nestled near her cervix. It was vital that the process ensured as high a rate of fertilization as it could, and Cadaway prided herself on giving the best results. Anyone who underwent the procedure under her care didn’t leave without being bred. Daisy strained against the intrusion, folds fluttering, but the restraints ensured she was held in place and unable to hurt herself. Her clit was visible, glistening under the fluorescent lights. Dr. Cadaway watched as Daisy slowly gave into the sensation, gradually and then all at once. First, her fists unclenched and her shoulders fell back against the table from where they had been tugging at the restraints. Her toes, which had been curled tightly as Cadaway made the insertion, gradually relaxed. Her legs stopped pulling against the stirrups. Finally, her stomach tensed and spasmed once more before dropping. Her breathing slowly evened out.
“Good job, soldier.” Dr. Cadaway murmured, patting her on the thigh. “There you are. You took it so well. It’s easy from here. You don’t have to do anything else.”
She pulled the metal clamps away from the base of the nozzle, now snug against Daisy’s hips. They were long, thin, adjustable metal bars with flat hooks on the end. Cadaway locked them into place, one pair over each side of Daisy’s hips and the other underneath. They were mostly to keep the head of the nozzle in place rather than actually restrain the patient, but they framed Daisy’s cunt nicely regardless. With one final check of the insemination machine’s conditions, she engaged the system.
The machine hummed to life, genetic material starting to fill the hose and come up through the pump. There was a somewhat unintended side effect of the machine, that the force needed to get the material up and into the patient often caused the insertion to vibrate slightly. Cadaway had yet to meet a single soldier who underwent this procedure to complain about this. Daisy was no exception. She moaned brokenly as the machine started, and Cadaway returned to her side.
“Look at that. You’ve done a good job.” She checked the restraints again, ensuring no chafing would occur as Daisy pulled against them. Her squirming from before had subsided. Now her movements were less her attempting to get away from the intrusion and more her weakly responding to the vibration deep in her cunt. She was too far gone now to properly try to roll her hips against the restraints, instead just weakly spasming every few seconds. Cadaway reached out and stroked the hair on her stomach, feeling the way Daisy jumped and twitched at every touch. She was taking it beautifully, splayed out and almost helpless.
Her cunt glistened with wetness, spasming around the vibrating metal. The genetic material would be making its way inside her by now, spilling deep inside. Daisy would feel it, warm, thick, and pumped in at a steady rate. She was straining for it, even if she was too out of it to realize. In a moment of fancy she reached down, catching the slick that gushed out of her cunt, letting it roll over her gloved finger. It caught the fluorescent light, shining obscenely. She could smell her now, through the surgical mask, the musky scent of sex overwhelming the sterile environment of the medical room.
Daisy’s clit had been left without attention all this time, and it strained above her cunt. She had done such a wonderful job, it seemed only fair that Cadaway rewarded her. This wasn’t technically part of the procedure, but the patients were always too high to care, and the higher ups only cared about results. This was all Dr. Cadaway’s treatment.
She rubbed a finger gently over Daisy’s clit, watching to see what would happen. Predictably, her hips jumped, flexing and straining against the restraints. Her clit was burning hot compared to the cold air of the room, throbbing in time to Daisy’s heartbeat. Cadaway’s own clit pulsed in sympathy. There was no point in teasing the poor soldier, who couldn’t seek her own pleasure.
It was easy enough to grind her right palm up against Daisy’s clit, bracing herself with her left hand on Daisy’s stomach as she leaned forward. This was the perfect position to watch Daisy’s face as she clenched around the thick head of the machine in her cunt. She could feel her moving underneath her hand, moaning brokenly as she tried to wring as much pleasure as she could. Cadaway grinned underneath her mask. She was the only one who could give her that, and Cadaway would be a poor doctor if she didn’t serve her patient’s needs.
Daisy came hard against Cadaway’s hand, clenching wetly against the intrusion inside her. She watched Daisy’s thigh muscles flex hard as her toes curled. What a beautiful specimen. She almost wished the restraints weren’t needed, because she wanted to see Daisy try to fuck herself even deeper against the head of the machine. But then she wouldn’t have her at her mercy, and that would also be a shame.
Once again she couldn’t help think of the xenoassimilant that likely caught Daisy out on the battlefield. Did it- they?- appreciate the body underneath them? Did Daisy come then, or was she left, clit aching and cunt dripping in some alien place? Dr. Cadaway knew things about the Hive few others did, in particular about what they did to the soldiers they captured and why. She also knew they weren’t as they first seemed- not just the mindless beasts propaganda liked to depict them as. Daisy likely knew that too.
That was ultimately irrelevant though. Here, Daisy was just a soldier obeying orders and Cadaway was her doctor. Daisy was responding well, riding out her orgasm and still trying to seek more. She needed more. Her cunt clenched down hard around the nozzle, and she whined beautifully as Cadaway increased the pressure. One orgasm wouldn’t be enough to take the edge off, even as she was being filled so deeply.
Daisy was even more sensitive now, her clit twitching in Dr. Cadaway’s hands. Her other hand, still resting on her stomach, rose and fell in time with each breath Daisy took. They were moving in tandem now. Each tiny jerk and spasm was met in equal turn by her fingers. Cadway noted that she liked direct touch- she responded most strongly when she rubbed directly on the head of her clit and didn’t shy away from the intensity of it.
Her legs were shaking and jerking violently against the restraints by the time she fell into her second orgasm, and Cadaway stroked her thigh soothingly as she worked her through it. The restraints were working as intended, and the machine was still operating smoothly. She took the time to appreciate the view she had of the head buried deep in her cunt. The metal head buried deep in her cunt spread her out beautifully, each fold straining and clenching around it in turn. Everything was slick and the scent of sex was thick in the air. Despite the cool air, Daisy was sweating, and it collected in the folds of her thighs and gathered with the slick running down to her ass. Her curls were damp with wetness and lube.
There was something else there, Cadaway noticed after a moment. She let her fingers fall from Daisy’s clit to press gently up against her entrance, drawing out a muffled groan as she was spread just a little bit more. Dr. Cadaway’s fingers came away coated in thick strands of white cum. She nearly had to suppress her own moan. It was slowly leaking out of Daisy, her cunt full and then some. It dripped down her skin, caught on her curls, and fell to the paper covering the table below her. She couldn’t help but rub her hand over the tattoo under her navel again, thinking about her womb below. It was a strangely intimate thought for her, deeply obscene to the point of nearly being violating, to think about Daisy actively being fertilized. She took comfort that Daisy would only be technically pregnant for a grand total of three days, facing no physical changes overall. The procedure held a lot of appeal both for her and her patient, with zero of the uncomfortable implications. They could both enjoy this and then go their separate ways.
She began working her towards another orgasm. Daisy hadn’t relaxed since her last orgasm, despite being nearly exhausted by this point. She was whining incessantly, tossing her head back and forth, and her breathing had picked up noticeably. Her toes were curled almost painfully and her legs were shaking hard enough that they rattled the stirrups. Cadaway guessed she was overly sensitive now, but despite that her hips still kept trying to buck and her clit was still twitching. Her cunt was dripping cum, overflowing from the metal head still spreading her swollen folds.
She was making a more desperate noise now, still straining despite her exhaustion. Her stomach kept flinching with every touch to her clit, but her cunt kept clenching and fluttering around the nozzle. Cadaway changed her approach slightly. She stroked Daisy’s clit gently, but kept the pressure up, giving something for Daisy to try and grind against. She was so full there on the bed, at Cadaway’s mercy.
“It’s alright, it’s alright.” Cadaway hushed Daisy as she began to sob again, overstimulated. She kept stroking her clit, using her other hand to spread Daisy just a bit further, so she could watch the cum spill out of her. “You’re doing so well. It’ll feel good, just relax.”
Daisy’s stomach spasmed once more, and her noises rose to a peak. She held there, for a moment, her entire body tense against the restraints and shaking. The machine deep in her cunt kept vibrating, filling her, unyielding as she tried to move against it. Cadaway was equally relentless Daisy was helpless against the onslaught.
Their time was starting to come to an end. The machine still hummed, but Dr. Cadaway knew there would just be a few more minutes left before the genetic material inside ran out. Daisy had collapsed almost entirely after she had finished, going quiet and limp on the table. Her cunt still clenched weakly around the nozzle, almost lazily. She didn’t so much as come again as she slid from one orgasm into another under the care of Dr. Cadaway’s careful fingers.
The machine finally finished and shut off automatically. Reluctantly, Cadaway stepped back and replaced her gloves again. Daisy was finished now, barely awake. Slowly, carefully, she removed the metal arms from around Daisy’s hips and slid the head of the machine out of Daisy’s cunt. Her folds twitched, and cum welled up in response to the large insertion being removed, dripping down and out of her. She made a soft, contented noise, and Cadaway patted her on her thigh as she removed her legs from the stirrups.
“We’re finished now. You did an excellent job. I’ll get you cleaned up, and you can sleep the rest off. We’ve got a monitor hooked up in case anything goes on, or if you wake up and need something. We’ll come get you in an hour, and then you can hit the showers and be done for the day. You understand?”
Daisy was too far gone, eyes already shut and breathing gradually steadying. Cadaway wasn’t worried. She had done this before, so she’d know what to do if she needed anything. First she gathered a wet wipe and gently cleaned between her legs, wiping up the excess cum there. Then she replaced the protective paper covering the table below her legs. The insemination machine’s nozzle was cleaned and then it was set aside, so the interior chamber could be cleaned, inspected, and refilled later. There was just one last thing to do.
Carefully, she shut off the oxygen, aphrodisiac, and sedatives being pumped into Daisy’s mask before removing it. She placed a hand on her chest, between Daisy’s tits, as she monitored her breathing and heart rate. The soldier was hard asleep now, and everything seemed normal. Once she ensured she wasn’t in any danger of rolling off the table, Dr. Cadaway released the restraints. Finally, she grabbed a white blanket, one of many kept folded in the cabinets alongside the wall. She spread it out over her, tucking it in alongside her, before turning out all the lights.
Dr. Cadaway paused as she stood in the doorway, looking back at the soldier’s sleeping form on the table. Daisy wouldn’t recall much of the procedure once she awoke, and would likely enjoy the rest of her time off far away from the medical wing. Cadaway smiled to herself as she thought of the little video file that’d be on her computer by the end of the day. Some things, she considered, were just meant for her.
Dr. Cadaway loved her job.