(This tale is a bit darker, and I wasn't sure if I should classify it as erotic horror or not. Be forewarned -- dubious/non-consent, and bad? ends)
Nathan awoke with a jerk, eyes snapping open wide. Rebecca? Greg? Did they escape? He tried calling out, but it was muffled -- something was filling his mouth, some sort of soft foam gag wedged between his teeth. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they were strapped down by padded cuffs. He was on some sort of bed -- softer than anything he had felt in years, but unmistakably medical in design. Soothing, diffuse lighting dimly lit the off-white room, and he could faintly hear the hum of soft distant music.
Fuck.
Eyes wide, darting around, he looked for an escape. Medical equipment hung above him -- was attached to him. He was faintly aware of small wired nodules attached all over his body but particularly to his forehead and neck -- nerve interfaces most likely. His skin felt raw, freshly scrubbed -- a glance down confirmed he'd been washed and shaved. An intravenous drip was hooked to his arm.
Double Fuck.
He'd told them they shouldn't have lingered. That the sweepers would come by to investigate the noise. The Machines were always hunting, they would not have missed the sound. But the chance of food or supplies was too good, the old warehouse was too much of a prize to pass up. Nathan let out a muffled scream of frustration and jerked in his bonds. He remembered shouting to them, telling them to run -- he could hear the clicking, the scrabbling of dozens of metallic spider legs, hear the faint electrical hum. And then, a bright flash, followed by nothing. And now he was here.
Absolutely, positively triple fucked.
He heard a faint hiss of air and tried to lift his head. A portion of the rooms wall slid open, revealing a dark hallway, and a silhouette standing in the gap. It was a woman -- or woman shaped. Tall and hourglass. She stepped into the faint light and smiled, blue LED eyes glimmering brightly. She was breathtaking -- gorgeous. The kind of perfect that didn't exist in nature. Long blonde hair fell about her shoulders in silky waves. Her skin was a pale milky color, and unblemished except for a small beauty mark on her left cheek -- a stylistic choice to avoid the uncanny valley. She was clad in a parody of a nurses uniform, a short skirted white bloused tight fitting anachronism that resembled more the sort of naughty Halloween costumes that people used to wear back when Halloween was a thing, rather than any sort of real medical uniform. Her body was fairly squeezed into it -- curvaceous and tight in all the right places, miniskirt clinging to her soft thick thighs. An adolescent -- hell, an adult mans fantasy come to life. She oozed sex but had a doleful, sympathetic expression on her face.
Nathan started screaming. Or tried to, anyway. He thrashed in his bonds and chewed on his gag, hoping he could cut through it with his teeth and gnaw off his tongue. He barely heard the nurse walk over to him, heels clicking on the linoleum floor. A gentle hand laid on his bare chest and he froze in terror. "Shhh," she hushed, lifting a finger to her full, plush lips, and a tender hand to Nathans forehead where she stroked his hair gently. "It's ok," she whispered, "You don't need to be afraid anymore."
Nathan rolled his eyes, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The nurse tutted and shook her head, leaning over him and giving him a glimpse into the deep milky crevasse of her ample cleavage. "Nathan, it's ok," she repeated. "You're safe now. We're going to take care of you." It knew his name. Of course it did, they would've recorded-
