Chapter 2:
I awoke with a start on my stomach in a brightly lit white room, and
with alarm looked around. It didn't look like a room at the hospital- the walls
were made of some slick white plastic like material and everything looked very
futuristic. There were three beds beside the one I was lying on. One was close,
right next to mine and parallel to it; The other two were on the opposite side
of the room, lined up with mine and the other one. A wall with some sort of
sliding door in the middle ran parallel to the side of my bed. The wall opposite
that was covered with LCD electronic panels separated by sliding cabinets. I
could see square black panels behind each of the beds on the other side. The
whole room was barely big enough to hold the beds and a comfortable walking
space all around them. I couldn't turn my head to see the wall behind me.
As the shock of waking up suddenly in an unfamiliar room dimmed, I got
terrified even more as I realized I was nude, lying face down and totally
exposed on the bed with no covers over me. The top of the bed was made of some
kind of moist synthetic material. Like I said, I was lying on my stomach, hands
down at my side, and my chin resting on sort of a pillow molded into the bed
with my head almost reaching over the end facing towards the center of the room.
A thousand emotions ran through my head; I felt scared, frightened, embarrassed,
humiliated, and most of all exposed. What horrible things were they do to me? I
didn't know and I was afraid to find out. My emotions coursed through my brain
faster as I realized I was held in position and prevented from turning over by
the molded surfuce of the bed.
It was molded exactly to the curves of my body, forcing me into a
natural relaxed position sunk down into the bed a bit. My head was forced upward
to a slight angle from my neck, not too steep to be uncomfortable. Lying down I
could easily see the room in front of myself. My arms were along my side, it was
hard to pull them up under my chest or above my head. The bed forced my legs to
bend naturally at my knees and kept my legs a foot or so apart; my feet were
pointed downward and back towards the wall behind me, fitting into sort of
pockets in the bed. I found I could push with my feet against the back of the
pockets to arch my back and raise my head or get my hands up, but not without
effort.
I was most conscious of the position it forced my body into. The bed was
curved to my natural posture, and supported my back at a slight concave curve
and my shoulders and pelvis slightly higher than my tummy. It raised my pelvis
up a bit more than my upper body, so my butt was arched slightly up into the
air; I could feel air on my bare pussy. I trembled as I realized my constrained
position. Terror rushed through my mind as I realized the black areas on the
walls might be one way windows. If the black areas across the room were windows,
there must be ones behind me too.
I became more and more frantic; I did not where I was nor who brought me
here. The horror of it all began to sink in as the seconds, which seemed like
hours, ticked by. I got more and more scared, I wanted to get up and find a robe
or a sheet, anything. I wanted to hide, run anywhere but here.
I had never been comfortable with my nudity, even in private let alone
a place where a stranger could walk in; shame raced through me. I struggled
frantically, trying to get out of the bed. It seemed to resist my efforts, and
it became harder and harder to fight. This only made my emotions rage even more;
sweat poured from my body, and I shivered as I was suddenly cold. I did not
notice the bed get more moist nor the smell coming from my chin rest. With
sudden clarity I realized the room had been at a perfect temperature for my
nudity. Suddenly, in the midst of my struggles, I started to feel too tired to
be alarmed. I sank back into the bed, and hovered back and forth from a drowsy
state, forgetting my fright, at least for a while.
As I lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness, I started to calm.
I began to notice details about the room and myself I had missed before. Like I
said the bed was moist, but not uncomfortable to my skin. Where it touched me,
my skin was moist and slick, but after my sweat glands shut down, I wasn't cold
anymore. The temperature was perfect for my comfort. From arching upwards during
my struggles, I noticed it seemed cooler away from my bed. The other beds were
empty, and their blue tops smooth and flat, but made of the same material as
mine. I noticed small panels on the sides near their heads, and what appeared to
be recessed open areas below their front ends.
I tried to stretch and look below and behind my bed, but I didn't have
the energy. I could only look ahead or to my sides. Suddenly I realized, the
pain in my side was gone! As I groggily lay there, it occurred to me that it
hadn't even hurt when I put up such a fight. I continued to lie there, and after
satisfying myself about my apparent surroundings, I let myself relax again. I
napped for a while, halfway waking several times. Still no one entered and I
began to wonder. I napped for several hours I guess, I'm not sure.
Finally, I heard the door swish beside me. I jerked with alarm again,
and started struggling again. Someone was coming! And I didn't want them to see
me naked! I saw a nurse, a tall Eridani female, come through the door,
whispering calming things to me - kind of what a mother would say to a young
daughter. She came to a stop beside the bed and hung a flat hand held computer
on the side of the bed. Still whispering to me and calling me her "little pet",
she reached out her hand towards me. She stroked my back, starting at the base
of my spine almost at the crack of my ass, and up to my neck and on to the top
of my head. I jerked at the sudden sensation of her hand on my bare body then
relaxed as I got used to it. She repeated this motion, sensually rubbing my back
as she went, and despite myself I began to calm but remained apprehensive and
puzzled about her words.
Finding my voice I began asking questions:
"Where am I?"
"Onboard a Eridani Starship."
"Where are my clothes? Please get me something to wear!"
"They took them away at the Hospital. You won't need them here. Are you
cold? I can raise the tempature if you like."
"No, I'm comfortable.", I had to admit as she continued to stroke my
back while her words soothed me-- "You don't have to me ashamed, there's nothing
wrong with you body." Her words puzzled me, but her voice was somehow calming so
I settled back down. She said "Just relax and let us take care of you; you've
been very sick. I'll explain everything when you're ready.", then would say no
more.
As my tensions eased some, she stopped and reached for the clipboard
again. I realized I liked her rubbing, and wanted her to continue. Despite
myself, I arched my back, raising my pussy, now as moist as my belly was from
the bed, into the air. My body seemed to act on its own, and my mind was forced
to go along. As she touched the clipboards surface, she told me everything was
going to be OK. Putting the clipboard away again, she pulled a white pill from a
pouch at her side. She brought it to my mouth with one hand while gently
grabbing the back of my head with the other. Telling me it would help me get
better, she ordered me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
The hand rubbing the back of my head made me feel good again, and I
arched upward, tilting my head up and my tongue out. She smoothly pushed the
pill to the back of my throat, closing my mouth and massaging from my throat to
my chin as I swallowed. Her hand reached under the front of the bed, returning
with a clear glass of water, and brought it to my lips. I drank as she massaged
the underside of my neck, hoping that she wouldn't tilt the glass too fast. I
seemed to feel better even as the pill barely hit my stomach, and lay prone
again. I didn't know why, but I felt calm and relaxed no matter what might
happen next.
She moved her hand to my back again, and continued stroking, not going
so low this time, for a few more minutes, still telling me I was in good hands
and that everything was going to be OK. I still felt exposed, but yet tingled
all over. The butterflies in my stomach seemed gone, and she walked over to the
wall opposite the door to a console on my side of the room. She stood there ten
or fifteen minutes, her fingers flying over a touch sensitive keypad. She kept
glancing over her shoulder at me every few minutes or so, and I just lay there,
still apprehensive, with my head sideways against the molded side of the
headrest so I could watch as she worked.
In not too long of a time, she stopped and slid open a cabinet. Removing
a tall opaque bottle, she came back to the front corner of my bed. She reached
for the panel, and I got scared again as the bed moved. She reached out and
stroked me as it remolded itself, raising me slightly into sort of a low hands
and knees position. Telling me to relax, she poured part of the bottle into her
hand and set it down on the edge of the bed. Rubbing her hands together, she
started massaging me again, starting with my upper back, going down the back of
my arms, down to my legs and feet, and then down my back again, ending by
massaging my ass and pussy. I really jumped then, but she paid me no mind, and I
settled down as she continued this, pouring out more of the liquid onto me,
making me shiver, until I glistened all over.
I felt strange, I still felt self-conscious about resting nude on my
stomach, hands and knees while she stood there in her jumpsuit, walking around
the bed to massaged me all over. I did not understand the feelings coming from
my body. My pussy tingled with arousal and wetness; my whole body felt
stimulated and hot, not quite like a sexual heat, but just like this was how I
was supposed to feel all the time. Her treatment of me confused me too; I knew I
was in some soft of hospital, but she literally did everything for me.
After too little time she said enough for that side and hit the panel
again. The bed flattened and I lay there flushed. She nudged me, and rolled me
over onto my back. Already I'd become used to laying on my stomach, lying on my
back didn't feel right anymore. I blushed again, feeling more exposed on my
back. The bed adjusted to me again, and she started on my front, doing my arms
and legs then my torso. As she got near my pussy, she kind of pulled at my pubic
hair and seemed to shake her head; I just arched my back in an unabashed orgasm
as she thoroughly massaged some of the liquid into my pussy and asshole, pushing
firmly into me.
She finished and the bed returned to its old position. I rolled over
with it without any prompting; she smiled as I looked up. In my sated condition
as I laid there like a snake with my arms down at my side and my head propped up
on the cushion, I felt this was how I should lie from now on. She rubbed my back
again and I raised my ass in pleasure. She quickly stroked my pussy once, then
let the room. I got hot from her touch but calmed a bit with no more
stimulation. It seemed right to stay aroused and ready all the time for some
reason. Still,I was confused, as I lay there panting, I knew I should be
mortified; not turned on as hell.
In just a few minutes she returned with a male Eridani. I felt the same
rush and alarm as when the nurse came in but it went away quicker. They seemed
to pay no heed to my nakedness, I started to question what's wrong with nudity
anyway? I guess he was a doctor, he looked at my chart, raised me up and felt my
chest and heart, massaging my breasts, then felt my forehead, asked me to open
wide and stick out my tongue, and looked down my throat and into my eyes; the
usual things doctors do. He pinched me, felt my pussy, and pushed slick fingers
into my ass and pussy. I really arched then, but he rubbed my back with his
other hand, and I relaxed.
Pulling his fingers out of me he wiped his hands and turned to talk to
the nurse. He left and she pulled a oval dish full of a mushy stew like food
from beneath the bed. She pulled a tray out from under the head of the bed and
pulled it up towards my face and set the food on it. Petting my head she left
the room. I looked at the food, realizing I could reach it easily. Seeing no
spoon or fork, I stared at it wondering how I was supposed to eat.
She came back in after a while and asked what was wrong while rubbing my
hair: was it too cold? too hot? was I not hungry? She put her finger in the food
and tasted it. She took it away, then put it back, rubbing me again. I could
only conclude that they expected me to eat without utensils, and reached forward
with my head, pulling up my arms so I could use my fingers. She patted my head
again and left. Soon my arms were tired and I had to move them back down to my
sides. I continued eating with just my mouth, licking the bowl like a cat. The
bowl was shallow and it felt natural to lick and chew with my mouth only- I just
had to keep reaching up to move my long brown hair aside. Licking my lips as I
lay back, I decided table manners were overrated. I saw a tube beside the dish
coming up from below my bed, I sucked it, tasting cool water, until my stomach
felt about to pop and my thirst was gone. I lay my head back again and slept, I
can't remember what I dreamed of.
I awoke again, calmly this time just before the door opened. Almost
before it slid aside, I smelt perfume. Without looking, I knew it was my nurse.
After rubbing me hello, she reached under me and felt and massaged my lower
stomach. She asked if I was full and needed to pee. As I nodded my head, she
said go ahead and pee, the bed would catch it. I shook my head, nudity was one
thing; if I was now in Eridani society and nudity was accepted, maybe I could
adjust. Peeing on a bed in front of someone was quite another. She just reached
under my front, found my clit and starting rubbing then squeezed it slightly.
With arousal and a red face, I let it flow uncontrollably, I guess I was really
full. When I was done, I saw the bed had molded itself so that my spray had been
absorbed, leaving no extra wetness.
She stated that my bowels needed emptying also, as if I didn't have a
say in the matter. Reaching between my legs she pulled up a nozzle. After
rubbing her hand against my ass cheek and pussy, she got the tube slick and
placed it against my ass hole. I still reacted even though looking back it
looked smaller that the doctor's finger. She stroked me as I was plugged up; it
seems she could get me to do anything by petting my sensitive back. Suddenly I
felt my anus stretch - somehow it expanded inside me. I felt the water start to
flow up me, somehow the exact temperature of my hot body, and sweat came out of
my pores. It continued until I thought it would come out my nose, and she raised
me up off the bed onto my hands and knees. She kneaded my stomach and breasts,
knowing just where to massage to ease the cramps.
As the water stopped, I gasped with arousal and felt so full I thought
I'd burst. Nurse continued to massage, murmuring "Its OK to cum, cum for me
Dawn, its only natural". I felt my most intense orgasm ever start to come on as
the water began to drain from me back through that same tube. I'm sure the
humiliation of my new experiences was part of it. I emptied out more completely
than ever before, and it started again before I could recover from the first
filling. Two more cycles later I was flushed and weak as I started my third
orgasm in a row.
Suddenly the door rushed open and another nurse came in, saying "Is this
our new patient that needs a trim?" I blushed lobster red at the thought of the
door opening and yet another stranger seeing me stuffed and nude in the middle
of an orgasm. She paid me no heed, and I couldn't very well stop no matter how
embarrassed I was. After I drained again, my nurse pulled out the nozzle, and I
flopped back down, open and yielding, my pussy now seemingly permanently wet.
Before I could catch my breath, the second nurse said, "OK, turn her
over... Yes all that hair has to go". After they rolled me over onto my back, I
looked down at my pussy, my pubic hair was matted and wet. From a cart she'd
brought with her, she got another bottle and pouring another lotion into her
hands. Handing it to my first nurse, they massaged it all over my front from my
face to my toes. I got even hotter and flushed, my body tingling as both of them
worked me over. They ignored me; one of them would lightly slap my ass every so
often to put me down. They never said a word as they worked, but I learned to
stay aroused, and only come when allowed.
They both pulled nozzles out from under the bed and rinsed me, leaving
me soaked from head to foot and smooth as the day I was born. The excess water
just went back into the table. They turned me over, keeping the table flat. They
massaged more of the lotion into my back and neck, loosing me up more than I had
ever been before. One of them then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head
back in line with my spine. I just wiggled a bit, looking straight across the
room as they did the backs of my arms, legs and my back and ass. They even
rubbed it between my ass cheeks, around my ass hole and that area between my ass
and pussy.
As they rinsed my back, I really started wiggling, I was enjoying this
now. Seeing my pleasure, they started playing with me, spraying me like kids
used to do to each other at car washes. Every once in a while they'd stick a
nozzle in my mouth, I'd always eagerly suck the water down with no problem. I
felt like I'd found a racial memory mankind had foolishly thrown away. I
definitely wasn't in any normal hospital, I felt more like someone's dog in a
washtub in the backyard. I don't know what part of that visual image turned me
on more: the idea of being a pet owned by someone or the fantasy of being an
animal dependent on others for basic needs.
When they stopped I wasn't ready, and sat up on my hands and knees,
pouting like a puppy as they left me to dry naturally in the warm air. Hands and
knees seemed as natural as the prone position, my head comfortably bent back.
Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming need to pee, and crouching a bit, let a rushing
stream go. I felt a sudden thrill as I unselfconsciously and openly peed in
front of them both. They looked at me with surprise, and one of them teasingly
spanked me hard on the ass, saying "We just cleaned you!" The spank felt good
and I just squeezed my muscles and raised a leg as I shook the last drops off.
They pushed me back down onto the bed, leaving my head and my wet hair
hanging off the edge. The second nurse got combs, brushes, and cutters and
started styling my brown hair. I cried out in shock as she started cutting large
chunks off. Crying desperately, I struggled more than I ever done before. My
nurse started yelling "Hold Still! This won't take long!" As they quickly held
me down, parts of the bed rose up and flowed around me- straps held my feet and
hands against the bed, others parts molded themselves around my waist, and
another circled my neck and held my head securely out over the end of the bed. I
couldn't move my head in any direction, and I struggled uselessly against my
bonds.
Realizing she was quickly cutting my hair short, I sobbed frantically.
My first nurse, who I'd come to trust moved beside me, as the other one
continued. I felt her move her hand between my legs to just below my pussy. With
one smooth motion, she stroked me from my slick and smooth pubis, up along my
lips, and on up to above my asshole. Never leaving my skin, she moved her hand
back down to my pubis. She repeated this motion, rubbing me firmly each time.
After the third or so trip, she started massaging into my ass hole and slit as
her hand traveled back and forth. All the shame and humiliation of my whole
ordeal welled up inside and overflowed as I cried softly, my tears falling with
my hair. I shook and twisted, crying openly, as I came continuously while the
nurse styled my hair into a short pageboy style like that actress who played
Lois Lane.
As my head hung over the edge, the nurse finished up, massaging some
sort of mouse into my hair. As my struggling slowed, the restraints receded into
the table. My mistress, at least that's how I thought of her now, continued
masturbating me, only not as intensely. Free of the restraints and my distress
forgotten, with my arms I raised my head and shoulders up, proudly showing my
tits to my hairdresser, and pushing my stomach down onto the flat bed, arching
my ass against Mistress's hand. Reaching for my hairdresser's stomach with my
mouth, I came animalistically as they worked me at both ends.
As my heartbeat slowed, one of them reached between my asscheeks,
cupping my pussy, and jabbed her thumb into my asshole and curled her fingers
firmly against my mound and clit. I yelped as she swiftly pulled me up onto my
hands and knees. She pushed and prodded me until I arched my back and raised my
head like Lassie. My breasts hanging heavy below, I was shifted closer to the
side, facing my first mistress. She had another pill in her hand and moved it to
my mouth. This time I didn't cooperate. I kept my mouth pinched tightly closed
as she tried to push it in. My other new mistress suddenly slapped my right
haunch. I shook my head and wiggled from side to side as the sting sent a new
thrill up my spine. She spanked me again, harder, and this time I opened.
As I opened my mouth, Mistress inserted her fingers into my mouth,
pushing the pill deep into my throat. Simultaneously, my pussy and ass were
squeezed, causing me to open up even wider. Mistress closed my mouth and I
swallowed. She produced a bottle of liquid and upended it in my mouth. I was
pleased to swallow it all. Mistress behind me pulled out of me, and they left me
breathless on the bed.
They came back with the same white lotion my first nurse had massaged me
with. They squirted it into their hands, and began massaging me again. They
massaged quickly and professionally this time, one starting with my head and the
other my feet, meeting at my middle. They got both my top and bottom with the
same pass this time. I wanted them to play with me, but they ignored me, making
several quick passes. Since they wouldn't play, I had to patiently kneel,
beaming like a happy collie. They squirted more lotion onto me, stroking me
until I was slick and gleaming like some scaleless fish.
It was over before I was ready and I was pushed back prone onto the bed.
It reformed around me as Mistress placed another bowl of food in front of me. I
realized I was famished; I hungrily licked and chewed, using my hands never
occurred to me. My hairdresser left before I realized; my new haircut didn't
seem so bad now. My hair didn't get in the way as I messily rooted my nose in
the bowl. Mistress stroked my head as I eagerly licked every corner of the bowl.
As I finished and looked up at her while licking my lips, she reached out and
wiped a bit I'd missed from the corner of my mouth. Quickly, before she could
move her hand, I reached out and licked all traces of it off her finger, sucking
on her fingers 'til I was sure I'd got it all. She smiled, and turned to leave.
Pausing at the door, she turned and said "You need to get some Sun." She
touched a panel next to the door, and more lights came on above me. I quickly
warmed from the heat of the lamps. I stretched and twisted to work my tension
out. Lying full length along the bed, and reveling in my nudity, I reached my
arms up past my head and over the end. The bed let me move my body and I felt it
remold itself and stretch me as far as I'd go. It forced my throat and head up
in line with my spine again, and I looked at nothing across the room. I let my
mind go blank, I'd never sunbathed much, this felt good and I wished I was
outside under a real sun, although I felt nervous about the idea of going
outdoors like this.
Hours passed. Lying sweaty, I had time to reflect. I didn't know how
long I'd been here, but it couldn't have been longer than several days depending
on how long I'd been out after my appendicitis. I still didn't know what they
wanted with me, but I decided they must be grooming me for something. Anyway, I
no longer felt afraid, I was calm and fully relaxed. I always had trouble with
work - I just didn't fit in, I wasn't always real bright and I never handled
stress well. I didn't really understand it yet, but I felt confident that I
would be taken care of here. Somehow, as I laid nude under the lamps, I felt
comfortable and better than ever.
As I lay there on the bed, I knew I must be on a star ship. I could feel
its vibrations up through the bed and into my breasts and body. I don't think I
would have been able to feel it a few days ago, but I seemed to be more
sensitive now. I seemed to remember my mistresses by smell, both of them had
distinct odors. I could tell them apart even before they came into the room. I
know I didn't have smell like that before.
Just then the bed shifted and shaked. Without thinking, I rolled over
onto my back returning my arms to my sides. The bed molded to me again, and I
ran a hand across my pussy. I smelled different then I remembered from before,
more musky and less strong. I decided my body smelt good to me as I brought my
moist hand up to my mouth and licked it. My front had lost some of its slickness
from rubbing against the bed, and I had an idea. I brought both hands down to my
slit and dipped in. I rubbed my honey over my tight stomach and up over my
breasts. I continued rubbing myself, mixing my juices with the sweat pouring
under the hot lights. Coated and slick, my skin didn't feel dirty or sweaty; my
juices smelt sweet and good with just a hint of a musky odor.
I lay there for hours, running my hands across myself ever so often,
just to keep the tension up. The lamps got me even hotter and my sweat continued
to pour. I smelled of sex, and it just got me more aroused as I lay there open
and exposed. Soon I felt the need to pee again, after all the nurses had just
about pumped me completely full of water. It felt good to just let go and have
the bed soak it up. I grew curious and wiped a drop clinging to my leg. Bringing
my hand to my nose, the smell didn't turn me off. Experimenting, I put my hand
under my slit and squeezed out a remaining bit. It wasn't overpowering either;
putting my hand in my mouth, it tasted like pee all right but the taste didn't
bother me. My sense of smell seemed very sharp, yet smells I would have
considered bad before seemed to be just another smell now.
I wondered if I had had enough sun, when I realized the door was about
to open. I tensed, curious who'd come through. Out of new habit, I rolled back
over onto my stomach, letting the bed hold my head and ass high. My muscles and
spine seemed looser and more relaxed than before. Like my sense of smell, I
guessed it must have been the medicines. I felt good stretched out on the bed,
my neck was always long, and it felt good to hold my head up so I could watch
more of the room.
I heard the door swoosh, and panicked again when I smelt someone new
coming in with Mistress! A human! I calmed a bit and laid back down when I
realized whoever was coming was as naked as me. She came in, steered by
Mistress's hand on her ass. She was a bit shorter than me, with a long lithe
torso. Her skin was bronzed golden and glistened like mine. Likewise, she was
hairless except for her short mousy blonde hair. Her pussy lips were full, open,
and droopy; her clit was very prominent, and she was obviously very aroused.
Behind them, I could see and smell others walking by the door. I wondered if I
was being silly about being seen as I realized she'd just been paraded around in
front of all those people and showed no embarrassment whatsoever.
Mistress left her standing in the middle of the room and came over to me
after turning the lights back down to normal. Looking up at her, I noticed some
sort of patch over her voice box I hadn't noticed before. I think it had
something to do with why I could understand her and why her voice didn't quite
match the movements of her mouth. She said "Time for a pill again" as she
reached out a hand to my mouth. She didn't pet me as she put the pill down my
throat so I licked her hand lovingly. I wanted to be petted and stroked.
As Mistress held her hand still for me to lick, she laughed at my
earlier panic. She told me "You'd better get used to being seen, sooner or later
all 500 people on this ship will have seen you." I blushed at this comment as
Mistress reached her other hand behind me, pushed her thumb into my ass and
cupped my puss. She pulled me up and set me down off the bed. With her thumb in
me, I stood as upright as I could, stretched to my tiptoes.
Pulling her hand out and letting me down onto my feet, she led me over
to the middle of the room and introduced me to Tina with her hand firmly on my
ass cheek. Tina said "Hi Dawn" and smiled as she reached out with a finger and
scooped a dollop of my pussy cream and brought it to her mouth to taste.
Mistress just smiled and bent me 90 degrees and guided me between Tina's legs.
Instinctively I went for her slit, sniffing and tonguing her hello as Mistress
told Tina how I'd adjusted better than any of the subjects so far, even better
than Tina. Thoughts flooded my mind as I licked; I hadn't thought about licking,
my tongue just came out on its own. Once I'd have never done this, but Mistress
had reached her hand down and was pumping her thumb into me again. I flexed my
torso in time to her rhythm, and could not seem to control myself in my arousal.
As my tongue continued licking, I couldn't remember what was so taboo about
licking another pussy anyway?
I jumped abruptly and Mistress pulled me back up when two new nurses
came in announcing they had some new medicines for us to take. I blushed but
stood up straight, breasts out like I was displayed on a pedestal, as Mistress
pumped her thumb in and out of my ass while stroking my pussy with her fingers.
One of the nurses went behind Tina and took control of her. The other one poured
a white liquid down our throats as both our heads were pulled back. My mistress
must have been in charge of the others because she ordered them to place Tina up
on the other examination bed before the Doctor comes in.
Clamping her hand back on my cheek, Mistress pointed me towards the door
and said "Come on, we need to run a few tests on you - it's time you get
completely over this silly embarrassment anyway". Just before we left, I looked
back and saw how I must have looked on my bed. They had Tina spread out prone
with her big breasts out in front and her head up high. One of them had a hand
on Tina's pussy while the other feed some pills to her. I saw Tina submissively
licking the nurse's fingers before Mistress forced me out the door.
I walked out into my new world nude, hairless, glistening, and open for
all to see. Mistress's hand gave me no choice, she nudged me in the directions
she wanted me to go, twisting her strong hand to force me to turn whichever
direction she wanted. As we walked down the halls, I sort of strutted, breasts
up and out as I still felt the memory of her hand rhythmically pulling and
prodding my pussy and ass hole. I found myself walking on the balls of my feet,
like a young child trying to keep up with her older sister. Before we exited the
room, she slapped my ass with the other hand and said "If you need to pee, hold
it! Don't go in the floor." I thought that was a silly statement, then concluded
that otherwise I might have forgotten in my nervousness. As the door opened and
I walked out into the corridor, I felt more shame; mostly from the unknown - I
had no idea what to expect.
