Ah, you're finally conscious, about time. Coma patients are so boring. Don't try to move, you were hit by a car and your arms and legs were broken. Actually, what am I saying? Go ahead and try to move if you want, might be fun to see you struggle against ropes that have your arms and legs in traction. They may as well be in shackles for all you'll be able to move.
I'm Head Nurse Megan, and you're in Sisters of Power Hospital. It's a private hospital, so we do things differently here. Every so often, we get a patient with no family or friends and we let the nursing staff use them as stress relief. Since you are homeless and pathetic, you'll be our next play thing.
The good news is, you're no longer homeless. This hospital will be your new home, indefinitely. You'll pleasure us, on demand, and we'll arouse ourselves by finding creative ways to make you suffer.
What's that? What's on your face? The staff agreed that if we're going to spend so much time in here torturing you, we shouldn't have to look at a face as ugly as yours, so we bandaged it up. I mean we wanted to keep our food down, and looking at something as grotesquely hideous as your face was making us sick.
Now what? Why does it itch? That's what you want to fucking know? I made sure to put sandpaper between the bandages and your skin for added discomfort. Anything I can do to make you less comfortable. In fact, who put that soft pillow behind your head? Let me get that out of there. There, that looks much less comfortable.
Good fucking Lord, you're a talker. Begging for mercy is one thing, but all these questions are just annoying. Lets see, did I leave it in this drawer? Yes, here we are. I just need to put these four prongs behind your teeth, then strap this to your head like this, and turn this crank to force your mouth wide open. Now, I'll simply lock it into place and you can't close your mouth to talk. I know, I could have just gagged you, but the brace is so much more painful and frustrating.
Now here, I'm going to take my shoes and socks off, lay your pathetic excuse for a dick on your lower abdomen, like this. Now, I can sit comfortably on your little baby pecker, rest my sweat soaked feet on your face, and you get to lick them clean.
Don't shake your head! You don't get a vote, you do as you're told! Don't think of yourself as a person. From now on you're a sub-human slave, a play thing, a worthless piece of trash! You have no rights what so ever! Do you know the difference between yourself and my toe jam? My toe jam has value. (wicked laugh)
Besides, the longer it takes you to lick them clean, the longer I'll be sitting on your worthless cock. Does it hurt when I rock back and forth like this? Oh, I see that it does. Perfect. I bet if I take my top off and show you my gorgeous breasts your trapped little cock will start to get nice and hard. Yup, there it goes. Smashing a hard pecker is so much more painful. Better get to work.
