Eighteen-year-old Jenny had been in hospital for over a week and it suddenly dawned on her that one of the reasons she was feeling like shit was that she was frustrated. Due to her injuries she was immobile and unable to touch herself. Over the last couple of days she had increasingly began to have sexual fantasies. This was completely normal for Jenny but the inability to do anything about it was not. She had never been able to talk to anyone about the arousing fantasies she had or the fact that masturbation at least twice a day was not only normal for her but also necessary to keep her sane.
The last twice that nurses had bed bathed her she had become very aroused. Both nurses had acted as if they had not noticed but both had had to dry between her legs on more than one occasion. This morning she had fought to banish her most persistent fantasy, one that she experienced very regularly. She had been kidnapped by a gang of men who were holding her captive while they negotiated with her parents to be paid a ransom. The basic story line did not change but her imagination as to what they did to her had developed frighteningly over the months.
Today she had already been tied to a table and caned. Between every three strikes her bottom and pussy had been explored by her masked captors. They laughed at the fact she was aroused by the caning while arousing her pussy and clit with their fingers. Lying in her hospital bed she had managed to banish these thoughts for about an hour until she had been overwhelmed by another strong fantasy.
Her captives had said they would stop the caning if she agreed to do exactly what they told her to. She had agreed, as the eighteen stripes across her hot bottom were extremely painful. Untying her she was placed on her back with her knees open and her feet flat on the table near her caned bottom. They called her humiliating names referring to the fact that she was clearly still very aroused. Even the humiliation only seemed to excite her more. They said as she obviously enjoyed pain they would next see whether pain across her tits would be as effective.
She was told to hold the table with her hands by her side. Punishment would be severe if she closed her legs or tried to avoid the two whips that were going to be used on her boobs. Much to her surprise the first strike was not that hard and was followed by a similar one on the other breast. In the pause that followed she was able to see the red mark across her breast develop and her nipple to become hard. The strikes got harder alternating between her two boobs. She had to fight hard to keep her legs apart and not to move away from the whips. The pain in her nipples was making her heart beat so hard it almost scared her. Two hands grabbed her knees and pushed them wider apart. Something made contact with her clit. It was a mouth.
In her hospital bed her heart was racing and she jumped as someone entered the room. Her panic was soon under control as she realized that no one could see her fantasy. The doctor entering the room would just see her lying there. Her heart slowed a little as she watched the young strongly built man cross to her bed. She had made a wrong assumption he was in fact a male nurse come to check up on her.
"Hi err, Jenny. Are you ok? You are looking very flushed as if you may have a temperature. Let me check."
Confirming that she did not have a temperature he said that he was surprised at how red and agitated she looked. She could not hold his stare as again he asked if she was ok. He had a kind, caring face and she found herself answering without thinking it through.
"I was deep in thought about, well about something else. I got kind of carried away thinking about......"
"You mean you were having a fantasy. Did it involve a boyfriend? I haven't seen one visiting you. Are you missing him?"
"I don't have a boyfriend. I just get very powerful dreams at times."
