I woke up feeling hazy. My whole body tingled, as though the blood supply had been cut off hours ago and was now slowly returning. For some reason I felt oddly warm, as though my body temperature was elevated. I couldn't move a muscle, so I stared up above me where my eyes just happened to land. The roof was made completely out of natural-looking stone, as though I wasn't in a building at all but in some sort of cave or underground burrow. Of course, I couldn't sit up. I could hardly breathe, lying down this way. In my condition, I knew I would die if someone didn't rescue me quickly. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again Carmen's face was hanging over mine. Her lips were moist and tempting. I noticed that her neck and breasts, at least, were bare. That was all I could see.
"Dr. Hawking, you'll be happy to know that I convinced Dr. Snickett and de Sade to include you in their experimental treatment."
I couldn't say anything. I can't speak without the aid of a computer. It's one of the effects of my advanced ALS. But I was so hypnotized by Carmen's plump wet lips moving so close to mine that I might not have spoken even if I could. If only I could move to kiss her!
She brushed a lock of her long black hair behind her ear. I realized, then, that it had fallen against my cheek, and it tickled slightly as she removed it.
Her lips brushed against mine and she pushed my mouth open gently with her tongue. She pushed a couple of pills into her mouth and began to chew them, her lips still against mine.
I wondered vaguely whether her disappearance was somehow connected to the American underground drug trade. I really can't afford to take recreational drugs, my body can't handle them and they might damage the only thing I have left, my mind. Honestly, I was in such an erotic daze that the outside world didn't really bother me, the danger all seemed so remote, as if it was part of some trivial story that I overheard at some unimportant social gathering.
She pushed the chewed-up pills into my mouth and down my throat with her tongue. I felt like moaning with pleasure, but I couldn't.
Her mouth traveled lower. She kissed my neck, my chest, my stomach all the way to my limp genitals. I felt bad that I couldn't do anything for her. I couldn't even get an erection.
I couldn't lift a hand to touch her. She had to put her breasts into my hands so that I could feel them. She used my fingers to pinch her nipples.
Though completely helpless and sexually useless, I was still oddly aroused. What sort of drug was it that she had given me? Whatever it was, it was potent.
"Oh, Carmen!" I thought to myself. "I missed you so much. I never really knew how much you meant to me until after you were gone, even if I never would admit it out loud."
Carmen laughed. She maneuvered herself so that she was straddling my waist and began playing with herself, where I could barely see it.
She rotated her fingers on her clit, this way and then that, in an elaborate pattern, and it began to grow. It quickly became the size of her thumb and then the size of a ping-pong ball. And still it kept growing. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It had the same sort of dark appeal as a watching an auto-accident.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye two suspicious-looking fellows in white lab coats who began to take measurements with a crude wooden ruler, like the ones children use in school.
They measured the length and diameter of my penis and began ruthlessly comparing it to the size of Carmen's rapidly-growing clit. They timed Carmen's hand movements with a stopwatch and made notes on a clipboard.
It was driving me nuts. Who were these strange men and what was their relationship to Carmen? There was no way I could find out; I couldn't even lift a finger. It was maddening.
Carmen's clit was now bigger than any man's penis. It was approximately five centimeters in diameter and about thirty in length. She wrapped her hand part-way around it and rubbed up and down the length a couple of times, as though she was giving a man a hand job.
She began to navigate her engorged clit against my rectum. I was aroused, despite the strange circumstances, and my arse was slightly lubricated. My rectum has never really been tight, since I lack muscle tone everywhere, but she was still kind enough to moisten the area with the juices that were flowing from her cunt.
The fire that was coursing through me since I'd swallowed the pills doubled as the tip of her clit pressed into me. My mouth opened and closed weakly and my eyeballs darted around in my orbits.
The men in white coats looked ecstatic. They have probably never witnessed anything like this.
They made nervous little noises, as though they were busy deciding what that to do with some new unknown variable. The scratching on the notepads became more frantic.
My whole body seemed to be aching.
More of Carmen's clit pushed into me. She was still sitting on top of me, rather as if she was riding my cock and not the other way around.
It was not long until she came and I felt something warm flow into my rectum.
Carmen pulled out her clit, which was dripping with her juices. It slowly began to shrivel and draw back into her body so her genitals returned to normal.
Carmen and the two men in white coats helped set me up against a wall so I could breathe more evenly. They were speaking hurriedly to each other, as though they were plotting something or other, but my ears were buzzing and I couldn't make out the words.
My head felt hazy, as though I was in another world.
Suddenly I was in intense pain. I wanted to throw up but couldn't. The people around me lifted me up in the air so that my feet touched the ground, though of course I didn't have enough strength to stand on my own.
I felt like hot lava was shooting through my chest, down my legs and out through my fingertips. It was the most intense feeling I've ever had in my entire life and I was quite sure that I was going to die from it.
I'm not a very strong man and my heart felt like it was going to shatter from strain.
I felt so warm and my eyes completely refused to focus. I wondered vaguely whether I had somehow forgotten my glasses. I couldn't feel them on my face, but then again I was so accustomed to them being there. I was almost certain that I would be aware if they had suddenly gone missing.
"Dr. Hawking, are you ok? You look ill," Carmen spoke, her voice shaking. "You're not going to die, are you? Dr. Snickett said that there was a chance you'd die from the procedure."
"Don't worry, he'll be just fine," the Marquis said calmly. "The process is coming along splendidly.
Slowly, Carmen and the two doctors lowered me down so that my feet were completely grounded, and when they moved away, I realized I could stand. How long has it been since I could use my leg muscles?
I turned my head and saw that Carmen was crying. I tentatively took a step towards her. I felt very shaky, but I could move my legs. They felt hard and firm, like the legs of an athletic young man, not at all the limp, lifeless things I had a moment ago.
