Abortion Exchange Program Ch. 01

Chapter 1 -- Exotic Discoveries 

Models, actresses, and singers any girl who wanted a career in these roles would jump at the chance. But only a few would ever get a job in the hard reality of the business. However, the eighties magazine boom was in full flow with men unable to put them down. The world wanted something new, something exotic and one twenty year old girl was beginning to make that happen.   

Click, flash, buzz.  

"That's great. Lets get one from the side. Let that beautiful long hair and chocolate kissed skin shine." 

"Oh. Um sure." She gently ran her fingers across her head letting her long black hair flow wild, cascading over her dark skin. Her clothes were modest, a white long sleeved cardigan on a long black skirt. However, her clothes weren't the reason she was gaining attention. Her exotic Indian beauty was enough to catch anyone's eye in this all white city.  

"That's perfect Sarah. Another great photo shoot." 

"O-oh. Thank you. Although I don't think I'll ever get used to all the attention..." 

"I'm sure you will. Besides. I'm sure this will make the cover of our campus magazine." The university releases a magazine every month and Sarah was hoping to push past her shy timid nature by featuring on the cover.  

Sarah blushed looking away from the photographer with slight concern on her face. "I don't know..? I'm sure my parents will find it offensive."  

Her family were conservative Indians and religious at that. Her father was an intelligent man from Bombay who pursued a job in America and once he found one he brought his whole family over. But the city they moved to was still very new to other ethnicities.   

"I'm sure they won't. You're all the guys talk about at school. Everyone thinks you're beautiful." 

"Oh? Are you sure they're looking at me? I'm nothing special really..." Sighing deeply, Sarah bit her lip clenching her fist against her heart. She didn't understand at the time why those words made her feel so uncomfortable. She was focused on her college major and her budding modeling career. However, something in the back of her mind made her feel like she made a mistake somewhere.  

"Oh um... Sarah?" 

"Yes?" She snapped out of her thoughts by the photographer tapping her on the shoulder.  

"We all love you. You're skin. Your hair. Your body. But um... Well. It's your belly." 

Looking down, she rubbed her stomach with a confused expressions. "What about it? It's the same as always. Yes?" 

"Well no... Me and a few of the other photographers. Think you might have put on some weight." 

"O-oh... I don't. I don't think so..." Defeated and wanting to run away, Sarah pressed her hand against her stomach feeling for changes. She was a petite, small girl with a skinny physique and gaining weight in the modeling world could mark the collapse of her career.  

"Well. Ah. Just skip eating for a few days. You'll be back to that perfect shape we all love." With a creepy smile and a slap on the back, he left for his next job leaving Sarah confused and upset.  

"I have... For a few days now... Why is my stomach getting bigger?" Constant stress and fear of loosing her small campus modeling job, she was constantly skipping meals. Feeling nauseous, She gathered her things throwing on her jacket and headed back to the girls dorm.   

She went straight to the shared toilets throwing up in one of the stalls. Bringing her head up to breath, she overheard some of the other girls gossiping as they entered the toilets.   

"I heard that bitch. Britney. Got knocked up by her boyfriend." 

"What! How do you know." 

"She said she was feeling nauseous. Also her stomach keeps getting bigger." 

"No way! What's that whore going to do? Going to an abortion clinic will be on your school record. Also immediate expulsion." 

"Yeah I know. But some freak put up a flyer on the notice board in the kitchen. About discrete pregnancy tests and abortions. Bet she's feeling lucky." 

"Ew god. I hope I never get pregnant..." 

Both girls were giggling loudly as they finished their business and disappeared to their rooms. Which left Sarah alone in the stalls once again using everything she heard to question herself. Her heart hit the floor with anxiety, her breathing now erratic.   

"Am-am I pregnant..? Oh god. Oh no. Please no... Not now." She waited until she couldn't hear any noise from outside the toilets before sneaking her way to the kitchen and grabbed one of the pull off tabs on the flyer. Which read, we understand, it happens, it's not fair that your life gets ruined by one moment of fun. Come see us and we'll help you keep a clean record, all free of charge.  

"This. This sounds too good to be true. It's definitely strange. But I don't have anywhere else to go right now..." She snuck over to the dorms phone and dialed the number on the piece of paper she tore off.   

After a few anxious moments of waiting, a deep voice answered making her jump. "Do you require our services?" 

"O-oh. Um." She looked around the room before sheltering the phone from anyone who might be listening, talking quietly. "About Pregnancies right?" 

"How many weeks?" 

"I don't-" She stopped herself hesitating on her words shivering with the thought. "I haven't had intercourse before."  

"Oh? Well. We can discuss that later. Come see me. Forty fifth street. East block clinic. Tonight at eight." 

"W-where? Why? Who are-" 

Click 

"Oh... They hung up..."  

The rest of that day was an agonising wait as she constantly switched her mind between going or staying. The fear of what would happen if her parents and the school found out mixed with the fear of this anonymous abortion clinic. Finally arriving at the arranged time, she ultimately decided it would be best for her career to go.  

The street address she was given was conveniently across the road from the girls dormitory. It was a fairly safe street but there were rumors of women going missing in the back alleys. As Sarah approached the east block clinic she was told to arrive at, she panicked and spun around to leave. Keeping her eyes closed as she turned, she ran straight into a solid object smelling like sweet nectar and the hint of blood. "Oof!" 

"Are you okay there? Where are you off to in a hurry." Standing there in her way was a tall masculine looking man dressed smart. Sarah immediately recognised the man feeling a little better about her choice.  

"Oh. Doctor Ploughton. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you on campus for a while."  

"Please. No need to be so formal. Call me Randy. Miss?" Randy was the school's doctor until a few months back as he claimed his work was too important for just the university opening his doors for all. He now had a clinic off campus but kept up with his regulars from the school.  

"Sarah. Sarah Bhali. I was just um."  

"Are you here for. The clinic?" 

"How did. Wait that voice. Are you the one I spoke with?" 

"Come inside. Let's talk." Randy shuffled Sarah into the clinic which was an old looking doctors office. He pulled out a teacup from the cupboard and began heating some tea for her.   

"I feel a little better knowing a doctor is behind the flyer." 

"Good good. Now. Could you tell me how a intelligent and well adjusted girl like you. Ended up getting pregnant?"  

"Um... I'm not really sure what to say."  

"Don't be shy. Everything is confidential. I am a well known doctor." He placed the tea in front of her sliding it under her nose.   

Nodding hesitantly she looked down into the cup. "I don't have much experience with sex. I'm not someone who would go around doing it... But I don't understand. My stomach keeps getting bigger..." 

The doctor chuckled leaning forward on the desk encouraging her to drink. "Sounds like someone had fun. No reason to feel ashamed for sharing yourself with someone." Sarah had no recollection of the events of her first college party and still thought it was just a gathering of friends with a few drinks. The part her mind refused to remember was just how many people had fun with her.  

"Oh. No no. It's not like that. I'm sure." She fidgeted on her chair feeling her panties getting wet. She was scared of those broken memories but her body felt the opposite, feeling hot and excited.   

"Well Sarah. I don't plan to dig into your past. I'm just here to do my job. Removing your pregnancy." 

"Th-thank you. This won't go public. Right?" 

"Of course not." 

"It's not going to cost me either?" 

"No. Nothing at all." 

"It's safe too. Right?" 

Sighing through his chuckles, Randy walked around the desk and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sarah... Trust me okay. I'm a doctor after all."  

"O-okay. I want it. Whatever your treatment is. I want it." 

"That's great news! Let's start with a quick medical exam to understand how far your pregnancy is and if the treatment is right for you. Now drink up and we can begin our first session!" 

"Oh what? Right now?" She gulped down the tea hearing her body gurgle as the hot liquid hit her stomach. "Ah! What was that tea. It was quite delicious. Reminded me of my granny back in Bombay."  

"I'm glad you like it. I mixed it myself. Now follow me." He walked over to the storage door hidden behind some science equipment and opened it waiting for her to join him.   

Behind the door was a staircase leading down to a dimly lit space. Sarah was hesitant to follow but Randy's reassuring hand on her back made her feel a little safer. Once at the base of the stairs the space opened out into what looked like and operation room. A sudden overwhelming anxiety wave rushed over her scared tiny body, she was ready to walk away. However, her body moved on its own continuing to follow Randy to the table in the middle of the room.  

"Now. Sarah. Please place your belongings on the tray under the table and sit on the end. I'll need to get a quick verbal confirmation for your treatment before we begin." With a flutter of cloth, Randy threw off the sheet covering the large camera in the corner of the room pointed at the table.   

"Oh um. That's a video camera correct? It won't stay on all the time. Right?"  

"Please be assured. I run a professional institution here." 

"R-right." Removing her jacket she hopped up on to the table and tucked her skirt under her legs.   

"So just say the following. While looking at the camera." He handed her a piece of paper with a default contract to read out loud.   

"I. Um I Sarah Bhali. Agree to the following tests and understand the risks. I am willing to take treatment if accepted. I am here of my own desire and take responsibility for the safety of my career." Sarah was shaking a little as she read but finished it quickly wanting to hurry on with test so she could forget this whole night. "I'm not sure what this all means. But I'm sure I'm not pregnant..." 

Walking up to her, Randy placed a hand on Sarah's stomach with a soft smile. "Well miss Bhali. That's what we're here to find out. I'm sure my thorough examination will solve you little mystery." 

She nodded and followed the doctors directions lying down on her back looking at the table lights glaring down at her. She closed her eyes and held the holes in the table. "This is all a nightmare. It'll all be over soon." 

"Yes indeed. Keep that positivity up. Now I'll start with a physical exam of your stomach." His cold hands made goosebumps on her warm skin as he lifted her shirt. His hands began to put pressure on her baby bump running along the sides of her stomach.  

"Ah..." Sarah let out a quiet gasp from his touch, the feeling felt natural to her even though being touched this way was new. She felt his rough large hand on her stomach, rubbing it gently.   

"Now there's no need to feel scared. This is all a perfectly normal procedure." The doctor continued to work his hands around her stomach, hips, and thighs. "Ah yes. Swelling in these areas is certainly a sign of pregnancy. Rapid weight gain in the most womanly areas."  

He leaned back and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I will need to perform a lactation test. It is the most important of the physical tests. It may be a bit invasive. However. It is all strictly professional" The doctor then pushed her cardigan a little higher revealing her bra slightly, hinting at the next test. He ran his fingers over her thin chest feeling her ribs under his rough fingers.  

Sarah opened her eyes looking into Randy's eyes then down at her exposed bra. "N-No that's too embarrassing..." 

"I understand. However. Please trust the system. It will give you the answers you're looking for. Now arch you back and breathe out." 

"This-this has to be done. For the test." She nodded nervously following his instructions and gasped in shock as the doctor unclipped her bra revealing her breasts.   

Randy softly poked her b-cup breast feeling for signs of pregnancy. "Are you struggling to wear the same bras? You have some awful tension marks on the side of your chest. The soft tissue in your breasts also seems to be hardening." 

"Um. Yes. But what does that mean?" 

He then gently ran his finger over one of her breasts and pinched her dark brown nipple softly. Sarah let out a small uncontrollable moan as a drop of milk formed at the tip.   

"Ah. Your left nipple is sensitive too... I must check both and get a sample. Just to be sure. As I have never seen such exotic brown nipples before." He grabbed a small cup from the tray and began gently working one nipple under his fingers. Before long milk started squirting out from the tip, just enough to fill half the cup. He then moved on to the next nipple doing the same until the squirting milk filled the cup.  

"What is it for..?"  

"Hmm? Oh. The sample of milk... Well I'll need to run it through my analysers. We can learn how far your pregnancy is." 

"I see..." Sarah had never been touched this way at least to her knowledge and wriggle slightly feeling scared and uncomfortable. "Ah. Um. Is the evaluation working?" 

"Yes. Very well indeed. Your breasts are hardening as they begin to produce milk." 

"Oh no... Does that mean I'm... I'm pregnant?" 

"Well not necessarily. Hyperlactation is a rare but typical symptom found in woman your age. I'll need to investigate further." 

The doctor's words made Sarah more scared however she wanted to know once and fall all if she was in fact pregnant. "I see. Well if it's to confirm. I guess you can continue." 

"Right. Good good. Now I'll conduct an oral test. Please keep your mouth wide open and your tongue out." Grabbing a utensil off the tray behind him, he continued to look at her teeth, mouth, and throat. "Yes. Interesting. The use of oral exams will be very fruitful indeed. However, there is one thing I need to test. Please relax. This is crucial to the procedure." He placed one finger on her tongue and slowly began to slide it back towards her throat. The slightly salty taste of his finger not using any gloves made her eyes water before eventually his single finger was too much for her tiny mouth. She gagged jarring forward coughing and gasping for air.   

"Perfect. Your throat is operating normally. You aren't bringing up and stomach fluid either. That's very important knowledge for this exam." 

"O-Oh. Okay... If you say so. Is the test nearly over? What did you learn?"  

"Now now. I can't rush this examination. You do want an accurate answer. If your pregnant or not. No?" 

"Yes. Your right doctor. I'm sorry. I'm just feeling nervous. That's all." 

"That's quite all right. I completely understand. I need you as relaxed as you can be. I can work your body easier the more you're relaxed." He smiled warmly wiping his finger on his shirt as he walked over to a cabinet on the wall. He pulled out a fake version of the first ultra sound machine, a dividing curtain and a speculum, slipping the last item into his pocket.   

"It seems that you are in fact pregnant Sarah. However I'd like to do one last test. To leave no doubt. Ensuring we know the exact time. Now this can be a little embarrassing so I'll place this diving curtain between us. In my experience, patients tend not to want to see this as any rapid change in mood could be bad for the baby. Also ultrasound is very experimental and new technology so it is a last resort. For being a little... Invasive..." 

"What! No this can't be. How. When. I-I don't think I can continue..." 

"Sarah. Please consider the life in your stomach. We must not miss any procedure in this examination. We could end up prescribing you the wrong amount of treatment." 

"R-right. I'm sorry doctor. I'm being selfish. Please continue." 

Once the dividing curtain was placed over Sarah's midriff, Randy gently rubbed cream on to her stomach. He also checked her pain reflexes by flicking her and pushing against her belly button. There was no irregular reaction from Sarah as Randy's special mixture of tea was doing it's job nulling her pain receptors. "The cream on your stomach. May make your uterus extra sensitive to the ultrasound. Please endure it. Once we're finished. We'll know exactly what dosage to give you."  

With a playful smile, he then carefully moved her skirt down and pushed her panties aside from her numb body and slipped a finger into her pussy. With Sarah unable to see past the curtain she moaned quietly believing the pretended ultrasound on her tiny body was causing the stimulation in her pussy. His finger didn't go far before reaching her cervix as her small petite body had no room for even his large fingers. He could feel her cervix and the tension on it from the developing baby. "Ah yes I think I found it." Pushing his finger deeper he tried to enter her womb, however he was stopped at how tight she was.  

"Found what? What did you find inside me?" 

"Slow down Sarah. There is a process to these things. Indian girls have very delicate wombs." He then pulled out the speculum slipping it into her tight pussy stretching her. "You're too tense. I can't get a good reading. Please open your legs for me so you're more comfortable." 

"It's all just so overwhelming doctor... Is it almost over." 

"Yes. Please be a little more patient. We're almost at the end." 

With a deep breath, Sarah spread her legs loosely getting comfortable. However, unaware to her Randy then began opening the speculum slowly stretching her pussy out. By doing so, he could give the camera in the corner of the room a perfect view of her cervix. Her body reacted on its own as pussy juice started to leak out the edges of the device. He then slid a long thin sounding rod into her uterus and pushed it into her cervix. Rolling it around, he explored her womb feeling out the life in her body.   

"Ah. Ow. It's burning?" 

Randy soon stopped as the pain of stretching her pussy finally surpassed the numbing herbs he made her drink. "Ah yes the cream will burn after some time. Alright the examination is over. I would hate for you to get hurt in my care."  

Feeling reassured by his words, she smiled with a soft sigh as the doctor wiped away the cream and her juices. He  removed the speculum and fixed her clothes. Removing the curtain, he helped Sarah to her feet who stumbled a little from the pain her body went through however she didn't feel any discomfort. "Thank you doctor Ploughton. I hope I didn't cause to many problems..." 

"You did well. I got all the information I needed. It took... Longer than my usual examinations. Indian girls have very exotic and different properties." He chuckled softly handing her the box of her belongings and went over to the sink to wash his hands.   

Sarah grabbed her belongings and shyly shuffled over to the sofa in the corner of the room. "Um so. Am I pregnant?" 

Randy shut the water off with a sudden silence and sat down at his desk with one leg crossed sitting next to her. "Well Sarah. The short answer is yes. As for how long you've been pregnant. You'll have to come back tomorrow. Same time. I'll have your results then." 

"I can't believe it... How did I get pregnant. I don't go out. I I've only been to a party once... Oh god. My family will kill me... my career is ruined..." 

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Randy looked into her eyes with a soft smile reassuring her. "Don't worry about those details. Didn't I tell you I'd handle it for you." 

"Um well. Yes."  

"Remember that. Your safety comes first. Everything we did and will do is for your better health. Have I not shown you that here today." 

"Well I guess so..." 

"Exactly. Come back tomorrow. We'll talk about doing an abortion. We'll also set your treatment timeline. I also suggested avoiding meals to slow down development in your stomach." 

"Oh! But I have a magazine shoot for the school tomorrow night..." 

"I apologise Sarah. But medical procedures needs to come first. You'll have to cancel it. You do want to pursue your career right?" 

"Yes you're right. I'll cancel..." 

"Great! Now let me walk you to the door." 

After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally arrived back at her room in the girls dormitory and crashed on the bed. "So I really did get pregnant... It's not fair. I didn't do anything with anyone. Why is this happening to me. No. It's okay. The doctor said he can do an abortion. I can trust him... I can right?" 

The next morning came with a flood of new worries and anxiety. Sarah was still trying to process what happened the night before. Part of her still wanting to deny that she was pregnant. She knew if anyone found out she'd be destroyed.

After a sleepless night and throwing up many times, she dragged herself to classes. One of the photographers she was friendly with who shared a few of her classes approached her. "Yo. Sarah! Oh... You don't look so good. Are we still on for the shoot tonight?"

"Ah... Frank... Um no. I-I got sick and um. Want to rest tonight."

"Yeah that's a good idea... Ew... Anyway. It's a shame. I managed to convince the star of the football team to do the shoot with you."

Sarah's heart fluttered, she had always had a crush on the best football player. He was a charismatics man with a kind and modest heart. "You-You mean... Antoni? He's going to be there?"

"Yeah. Guy's as nice as they say. He even said he was looking forward to the shoot."

Grinding her teeth, Sarah held her mouth shut as she wanted to scream the words yes, I'll be there. However the doctors voice was on loop in the back of her head. She knew she couldn't risk people finding out she was pregnant, especially the boy she had a crush on. Sighing deeply she managed to regain her composure. "Well that is a shame. Please tell him. I'd like to do a shoot with him when I'm... Better." She was sure that the nightmare would blow over and she could return to following her dream life.

After an agonising day at school, Sarah headed to Randy's clinic dressed in a modest skirt and button up shirt. Arriving at the door, Randy greeted her with a wild smile. "Ah! Miss Bhali. I'm glad you're here. I have your results. Come come. Sit."

Sarah followed him inside and sat down with a hopeful and eager expression. He handed her a cup of tea to drink as they talked. "Oh you do! Oh thank goodness. You don't know how stressful it's been today..." She began drinking the tea with no hesitations, anxious for the answer.

The doctor sat down at his desk with narrow eyes and changed his tone. "Well hold that breathe. It's not good news." He leaned back with a heavy sigh pulling out a sheet of paper with numbers and data. "You're eight weeks pregnant. We've also never had an Indian girl before. You aren't suitable for the base treatment."

Tears started to form in Sarah's eyes, the words cut her deep. "I-I don't understand... I'm lost. Does that mean I'll have to have this child?" Her head was in her hands whimpering slightly rocking back and forth.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. There is another way. It's a set of experimental techniques. I can't guarantee one will work over the other. But please be assured when I say. You will be looked after here. We will remove this life. At any cost in the name of science."

"R-Right. That's good. I'm not sure what you mean. But if it works. I guess I don't mind."

"Perfect! You can trust me Sarah. I'll see you though the whole treatment. Now. Let's begin shall we. My assistant should be arriving shortly." He stood up and motioned for Sarah to follow him to the treatment room.

"W-What do you mean. Assistant?"

"Well. Your experimental treatment will be issued by my specialists. Don't worry though. They all want what I want. Which is a successful abortion."

"Oh... Well if it's part of the treatment. Then I guess I can do it." Sarah placed her belongings in the tray and got comfortable on the table like before. However this time the doctor cuffed her arms and legs to the table. "Wait. What are you doing?"

"I'm just making sure you don't fall off the table. As I need to incline it to an eighty degree angle." He started cranking the wheel on the side of the table which rotated with Sarah on it now upright and hovering off the floor. "These operation tables are quite common in most hospitals. So relax. It's for your own safety."

"Y-yes you're right..."

Once he finished setting up the table he placed the lamp over her the glint of the camera in the corner of the room caught her eye but she remembered the doctor ensured her it was off so she disregarded it. However, she didn't have time to dwell on it as the door opened as a tall figure walked in.

"Sorry I'm late doctor. I just got finished with another. Client. The knots in her muscles were. Fascinating." The man was tall and dressed in a fitted navy suit with black gloves and circular rimmed black glasses. He had a short beard and his hair was tied up in a neat bun.

"Ah Marc. Just in time. I'm sure your last client was happy with your work."

"Of course. I don't leave a client unhappy... So is this the lady you were telling me about?" He walked past Randy going up to Sarah studying her body as she looked back with fear in her eyes.

"Sarah. Meet Marc. I ensure you there is nothing to fear. We have worked a lot together in the past. He is an expert in pressure points."

Sarah's harsh gaze lightened slightly hearing his words. "Oh. That's a relief. My body has been tense recently."

With a light chuckle and a warm grin Marc adjusted his gloves and glasses. "Great. Then shall we begin. First I will need to remove your shirt. Excellent choice to wear a button up."

"Um yes. That's okay."

He began slowly unbuttoning her shirt exposing her bra and baby bump. The cool air of the room tickled her skin making her wriggle slightly. The doctor approached them both and placed his large rough hand on her stomach rubbing gently. "Pressure point treatment. A treatment for finding the most stressed parts of your body. And removing that stress. An abortion without stress is a quick and painless one."

"I see. If you think this is a good idea.."

"Indeed it is. This will make the process easier for both you and the life you carry. I leave my patient in your care Marc." Randy left the room and began counting the stack of cash Marc paid him.

The night before Randy had arranged with a contact in the newspaper business to sneak in an article at the back of the newspaper hidden among the adverts which people would usually avoid. It asked for people interested in belly punching and other fetishes to come and explore them on pregnant woman. Marc was the first to approach him as a fitness instructor and health expert. He had experience with all types of women but never an exotic Indian girl. Marc had paid Randy the night of his arrival giving him access to Sarah for one hour. Randy's business adventure would end up being very successful as more people would contact him the longer he continued Sarah's fake abortion treatment.

"My what an exquisite body you have. It's unlike any of my other clients." Marc ran his fingers crossed Sarah's stomach his soft silky gloves tickling her skin. "My my. What a shame to see so much tension all over this body. Where to start."

"You think I have a lot of stress?"

"Yes. I can't imagine how much pain you're putting that baby through. It's quite selfish."

"O-oh... I didn't know... I feel so bad..."

"Now there's no need to feel like that. I'll take good care of the tension. So the abortion goes smoothly."

"Um alright."

"I can feel your baby moving around. So let's get warmed up with some light pressure to your upper stomach. Pressure sensitive treatment could be dangerous for the baby. So I'll avoid the centre of your belly." He ran one finger over her baby bump and poked her midriff gently. "Now my methods may seem strange at first. But my clients are always pleased with the results." He placed all four fingers against her skin and then sharply and quickly closed his hand into a fist. The impact shocked Sarah as the quick short ranged punch vibrated through her body.

"Ah! My stomach! What are you doing?"

Randy walked back into the room hearing her cries. "Now Sarah. That's no way to talk to your specialist. He has an important job to do. Please think about the abortion. This is vitally important treatment." He sat down beside the camera crossing his legs as he watched.

Sarah felt a small amount of ease as Randy's presence made her calm. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's for the abortion. Please continue."

With a silent nod, Marc adjusted his glasses while running his fingers across her body again. "Next. I will relieve the tension down the side of your body." His wandering fingers stopped at her kidneys and readied his hand. He then punched her with an audible slap causing her weight to shift to one side. His technique of always maintaining contact with his client made the punch lighter but much more focused. Like a surgeon operating deep inside her body. He then continued to hit her in the same place again and again.

Sarah jolted again, soft breathing now turned to panting as she screamed. The pain would be unbearable for anyone however, the numbing tea she drank earlier was reducing it down to a flick rather than a deep gut punch. "Ahhh! I-Is this treatment really going to help?"

"Of course. Why would you question such a valuable and precise abortion technique."

"I'm sorry. I just don't like the pain..."

"I understand you're scared. But you must endure the pain. This procedure is for the baby inside you. Not you."

"Oh.. Yes... Yes you're right. Please continue."

He smiled warmly rubbing the area he punched her before placing both hands above her hips. "This next one if for intestinal pressure. It works great for releasing that tension on your womb." Following his favoured technique, he fired off a series of short, quick punches into her lower stomach. Each one grew with more pain as he continued his rapid assault. The vibration traveled through Sarah's whole body and up through Marc's arms. His glasses began to creep off his face revealing the excitement in his eyes.

Sarah's mouth was wide open her eyes shut tight as tears formed. She wriggled and struggled trying to fight the pain but her bindings kept her still soaking in every punch. "Ahhh! Stop! Nooo I can't..."

"Ah what a wonderful sound. I can hear your organs. They're relieved." The excitement on Marc's face was beginning to show as he began to loose composure. He placed his fingers over Sarah's bladder and twisted them into her flesh. Just as the resistance stopped his fingers from twisting any further, he slammed his fist into her with all his strength. His short impact punch made Sarah cough up salvia which splashed his glasses. A drip of pee ran down her leg, the force so strong that it loosened the walls of her urethra momentarily. Sarah didn't notice the pee as she was too numb from pain and the herbal tea to recognise what happened.

"That's enough Marc." The doctor stepped in and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You've applied quite a lot of force. That will certainly benefit the abortion. However. I believe we have come to the end of our first treatment."

"Ah... Yes well. This is the first time I've had such an exotic client. I made sure to be gentle."

"Very good. Such a delicate body needs care and attention." He ran his fingers over Sarah's body comforting her painful red marks. "You did well Sarah. I can guarantee you. This treatment went well. However I'm not sure it's best suited to you."

"What? What do you mean by that? If it's working. If it's for the abortion. I can take more..." Her legs were still shaking and her mind was numb however something deep inside her was compelling her to continue as if there was a shred of enjoyment.

"Treatments are important to be taken in small dosages. We can't over do your first treatment. It could put your own health at risk. My top priority is you health. Haven't I always told you that?"

"Ah. Um yes. You're right doctor..."

"Good! Now if you'll excuse us Marc. I'd like to see Sarah alone. Thank you for you good work today."

"That's quite alright doctor. I hope we can work together again Sarah." With a wide smile, he fixed his clothes and glasses and disappeared from the room.

Turning the table back down and unclasping the bindings, Randy helped Sarah off the table. Her legs still shaking as she tried to stand. The doctor helped her to dress, buttoning her shirt as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "You're a brave woman Sarah. Not many people could go through this treatment. What you're doing for your life. The life in your belly. Your future. It's all inspiring. You are an inspiration to women." He stepped back grabbing Sarah's belongings handing them to her.

She was overwhelmed with his words feeling more content with her decisions. "Oh. You really think so? Wow." A faint smile expressed her feelings as she rubbed her painful stomach.

The doctor chuckled and walked her to the door. "Looks like that treatment worked. Unfortunately you body is too sensitive for pressure points. So I'll readjust you treatment for next time."

"W-what? Next time?"

"Well of course Sarah. You can't expect this treatment to be completed in a day. We're also trying to find the best fit for you. You life and the life you carry are the most important thing."

"Right... Okay doctor. If you say so."

"Good. Same time tomorrow please. We have a lot of work to do."

As Sarah left, Randy closed the door walking back to his desk and opened his notebook. "Yes my exotic patient. A lot of work to do indeed." He started laughing menacingly running his finger over all the names booked in for his belly punching club. Each one with his own fake backstory, each one with there own technique. "You surpassed my expectation with flying colours. I'll be rich in no time. All thanks to one naive little girl."