Tags: drugged, medical, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, breeding, forced breeding, impregnation
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The first thing she saw was light, bright and blinding. It brought tears to her eyes, and the pain won over the curiosity of where she was. It couldn't be anywhere she knew, it had to be outside, somewhere, with a light this blinding. There was frustration bubbling to the surface, the slow way her addled brain moved alarmed her even through the haze. Along with having no recollection of what had happened after the bar, she was distantly aware that she was not in her right mind. Her eyelids drooped, she couldn't quite keep awake, and the light when she did open her eyes refused to coalesce into anything recognizable. She blinked slowly, all of her movements felt heavy and uncoordinated, as though she couldn't move.
Like blocks forming a structure, it started coming to her, a whole picture of where she was; on her back, wrists and ankles and thighs and arms bound. Naked. She pulled at the restraints, oddly pleased, feeling safe but also dimly terrified. The sinking dread was only mildly eclipsed by the bliss whatever drug she was on had manufactured in her brain. She let out a soft whimper, and before the sound had completely left her throat she felt a warm broad hand stroke her forehead. It whispered, "You're doing well, keep going, you'll be out of this soon." The voice was warm and deep and honeyed. A life raft in these threatening waters. Two hands now rubbed her body, the outside of her arms. Flashes of little cubs and kittens covered in afterbirth, rocking rhythmically to their mother's tongue encouraging air into their tiny bodies appeared in her mind. Yes, she was being cared for, someone wanted her to come out of this liminal space and join them in the land of the living. She breathed deeply, feeling her chest rise and it felt so good she kept breathing just like that. Her eyes were still closed. Newly born animals kept their eyes closed. "That's very good" the voice encouraged, hands still working her arms. "Keep breathing just like that."
So soft, the encouragement warmed her. She felt attached to the voice, the hands, the presence. Her eyes still teared up when she opened them, and it still hurt, but she was able to squint them to keep staring. The light was artificial, and pointed straight at her. Looking to the side revealed much darker walls, and a desk with three computers. She closed her eyes again, succumbing to the sensation of the hands rubbing and caressing her. This wasn't something to concern herself with yet, because she was warm, cared for, and happy. Why ruin it? She made a small sound of pleasure. The voice spoke again, "you're very well-cared for, and you're being such a good girl. Keep breathing just like that, you got it." Now that she was becoming more aware, she realized the hands and voice belonged to different individuals. Two people who were caring for her. She relaxed into it, letting them rub her and speak kind words to her. She kept breathing. She felt so good.
A sound of adhesive coming off, then the sensation of something sticking to the inside of her both her legs, then the sides of her lower belly, then moving up to her chest, on either side of her neck came to her. She felt her face wrinkle in confusion, and the presence recognized this because of course it did, it was here for her and it said, "This is for your own good, just let it happen, it's not going to hurt you," and she believed it and felt her face relax. A rhythmic beeping started up that felt vaguely medical, like a heart monitor. Then, she felt something spread the lips of her pussy apart. With detached curiosity, she observed the insertion of a speculum into her vagina. Her first reaction was to tense up, but the drugs kept her relaxed and the voice soothed, almost sounding impressed, "very good girl, just relax." Pride flooded her body, because she knew she was doing extraordinarily well; normally her gynecologist admonished her for being too tense. Something that felt like a probe was inserted and something stuck to either side of the walls of her vagina. It dawned on her that these may be sensors of some kind, and she felt proud of herself for having realized this. Still, the fear and sense of wrongness was dull in the back of her mind, and she let more positive feelings crowd in instead. This was how she operated in her daily life anyway, to let the positive thoughts, wherever they may come from, mask the darker, meaner thoughts.
The speculum closed, and it came out. She was left with the sensation of being observed, touched, kept, like a pet would be. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation. "Stacey, I want you to begin to open your eyes." The sound of her own name drifted up to her like an invitation. Mentally, she grasped for it, found herself just repeating him.
"Open your eyes," she drawled.
"Yes, open your eyes," the voice coaxed her.
But the pain was too intense from the blinding light pointed directly at her. She tried to open her eyes, tears welled up again and started falling down her cheeks. The hands came and wiped her tears from her face. She smiled in what felt like a blissed-out, drugged way, her head slightly bobbing. Fingers, warm and cushioned, lifted her face and turned it. The voice was closer now and she could smell the mild, pleasant breath as it instructed, "Try to open your eyes now." The voice was soft, inviting. She opened her eyes, like a flower unfolding revealing a brilliant blue, and smiled at the pretty man whose hand her chin was resting in.
"Hi, you," her smile made the words sound curved, playful.
"Hello to you, too," he smiled back at her, revealing what would have been two rows of perfect teeth, save for both canine teeth sticking out. No money for braces, her mind helpfully added. She giggled, which wasn't normally a sound that came from her. The wrongness began to reassert itself, and she looked around more critically, remembering that she was bound. Her heart began to pound, and the rhythmic beeping matched up with it. Heart monitor. She felt proud to have figured that out, but asked,
"Where am I?"
"Somewhere very safe," he said, as he dropped his hand from her chin, but kept talking to her. "We're going to take care of you."
"Take care of me, why?" She asked, getting more nervous. The drugs seemed to be wearing off, or making her nervousness worse, she couldn't tell.
"Because you're special."
She doubted this. She looked down at herself, and remembered that not only was she bound, she was completely naked. With her legs spread. She looked back at him with pleading, scared eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Don't worry, everything will be left up to you. We're not going to hurt you." He got up and started walking to the desk on the far side of the room, where she noticed another man was sitting, and she was still aware of a presence above her, the hands on her naked shoulders, massaging her.
"But...I don't know what that means!" She tried to look up at the man who was massaging her shoulders. Real panic was beginning to set in now, because she was trying to get out of her restraints, which she knew she realistically couldn't, and the heart monitor was elevated. "Let me go! Please let me go!" The only thing she wanted now was her freedom, the thing she thought was a burden but now realized was the greatest gift ever given to her. She started to thrash senselessly.
But now, the men ignored her, the one behind her having taken his hands off her. It made her wish for the moments before she became aware and out of her drug stupor, when she had felt safe. The first man came back over with something long and white with a cord trailing behind it in his hand. It was a vibrator. The naked body and spread legs were already a clue she was about to endure something lascivious at the hands of these men, but the vibrator simply confirmed it.
"No, stop walking near me with that! I don't want it! Please!"
Wordlessly, he sat down before her helplessly spread legs; she tried to close her legs instinctively out of what maybe was modesty or embarrassment, she couldn't tell, but the thick leather around her thighs held her open before him. He noticed what she had tried to do and touched her thigh seemingly in response, thumb trailing over where the leather was clasped with a buckle.
