Brave New Girl

Lucia woke to the sound of a man talking. She began to open her eyes but whatever she saw was so blindingly bright. She knee-jerk reacted by trying to cover her eyes with her arm but her arms were tied down.

Her head ached with a throb that was quickly becoming all-consuming.

"Oh shit, sorry girly" she heard him say. "Here you go that should be better. No-no, she's fine, she just started coming out. She's so little I keep underestimating her doses. Anyway you'll need to keep her under at least a week but no more than two. And it takes time for the neural pathways to build themselves back so she'll have headaches for at least a mo- I know you know..."

The voice started fading away, the pain in her head did as well, and she drifted off again.

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Her head was killing her. The pain seemed to focus at the nape of her neck and then lance through her head with every heartbeat. She opened her eyes to a blessedly dark room. Light threatened to pour in from behind a fabric that covered the window, and from the gap underneath the door. She lifted her hand and felt a bandage covering the back of her neck. Anxiety flared which she attempted to tamp down. She was alive, and aside from her head she felt whole.

Aside from her head. Her head was a big deal. Her head had her brain and she wasn't particularly smart but she did know the brain was important.

She tried to access her PD, irritated that it wasn't already providing her information on her physiological status but nothing happened and her head pounded from the effort. Deep breaths she told herself. Her heart lurched into her throat and tears welled in her eyes.

She tried again but it was off. She fingered the bandage at the nape of her neck. Her PD, something was horribly wrong.

The door opened and the light blinded her. It closed again leaving her in blessed darkness, but she could feel someone in the room with her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt hands on her ankles but the sudden movement split through her skull and she cried out which made the pain even worse. Before it subsided, before she could get her bearings and understand what was happening, her ankles and wrists were tied down, pulling her legs open and her wrists together up over her head.

Something began grazing over her skin, lightly dragging up from her ankles, stretching out below her knee and grabbing her. A hand. It slid up her thigh dragging some intangible current with it, setting her nerve endings into crackling electricity.

"Filthy, dirty, whore" a deep voice resonated through her bones.

Panic set in at the archaic language.

She was going to be one of those people, she realized, the ones who just disappear and are never seen or heard from again. No one wants to admit that something like that happens so everyone pretends they never existed. She'd pretended and now she was that person.

Her body responded, and she bit back an involuntary sigh. His hand was gliding down her other leg, leaving goosebumps in his wake. A shiver raced up her spine and her nipples pinched in erotic anticipation. In all her role play with others and fantasy play with her PD, never had she actually been so scared. She'd always dreamed of this feeling, desired and craved it. Now that it was here she could see the idiocy of it but her body had been trained through hours of fantasizing and mindless orgasms. Her clit swelled and throbbed, and all he had done was lightly touch her legs.

Her mind turned into a frenetic panicked flighty thing. She couldn't bring it under control at all and it was no longer her own, escalating the panic. She was paralyzed with indecision, she should scream and fight and beg and wheedle. No, she should taunt and make him angry and violent like all her fantasies. No she should lay still and unresponsive, give him no satisfaction. No, she should enjoy every second of this. Shut up, shut up, shut up. By habit she tried to access her PD again for calming exercises. Nothing happened and she tried to look up why someone's PD would stop working but that needed her PD as well.

His hand was dragging that current back up her leg again, dipping inside her thighs and she sucked in a hissing breath and he brought his hand back out tracing up over her hip bones and across her lower abdomen. Heat pooled there and his touch was gone.

Her existence ached in the darkness reaching out for awareness of him. He was silent, there was a mild pleasant scent to him. But more than anything just a looming intangible dominating presence. Her body understood before she did and when she felt fingertips on her palm her body didn't flinch until her mind registered the touch and then she jumped again, pain returning, ebbing away as he introduced that electric current through her fingertips, over her palm and wrist, up her arm.

Her clit throbbed and her nipples pinched and ached with need. She gasped when he reached her shoulder, tracing her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. Then down the center of her body pulling everything again to her lower abdomen.

He did the same with the other arm, till every inch of her body was alive, quivering with awareness and electricity. Goosebumps racing across her flesh in wave after wave of anticipation. Everything being directed to that same spot just above her pussy mound, developing into a deep ache inside her.

He dragged fingertips over her pussy lips and her hips angled, one finger dipped between and felt the dripping juicy betrayal of her body. His hands were gone.

"Slut," he said. "Wanton needy whore."

She hissed. Either in denial or admittance, she didn't know.

Seemed he did. "Yes," he growled back. "You will do nicely."

Her pussy ached with that deep emptiness, that desperate need to be filled and used. The door opened, light spilled, pain seared, he was gone.