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Subject: {ASSM} Helpless Recovery
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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 02:10:03 -0400
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Helpless Recovery
 
    A fog clouding my  mind as I struggle out of my unconscious state.  
Eyelids heavy as they  flicker.  My body lulled into a lassitude of well being; 
but dull aches  push at the wall of relief as I struggle to move without 
allowing myself to  come fully awake.
    Finally one eye  then the other opening and focusing on the ceiling 
above me.  Seeing the  red light above a door.  Then moving to take in the dim 
confines of the  room in which I am in at present.  Nothing familiar, as my 
head turns and  makes out the furniture of not my cell at the nunnery; but a 
dim nightlight  showing me the sterile whiteness of what is a hospital  
room.
    Looking up at the  bag of clear liquid hanging from a stand and then 
the monitoring  equipment.  The steady sound of the blip as the lines record 
my heartbeat  and blood pressure and oxygen and whatever a hospital records 
from a  patient.
    Feeling relaxed as  I notice a closet and a couple of chair and the 
outline of a door.  A table  to be pulled over the bed I am lying in.  Noting 
the small things as I see  a box of tissue on the table and a glass with a 
straw in  it.
    As I try to move my  arms, I find them secured around the wrist with a 
cuff and then secured to the  sides of the bed I am lying in.  My legs do 
nothing as I try to move  them.  I think I am flexing my feet ; but nothing 
moves under the blanket  from my ankle to my upper thigh.  I strain to move, 
to lift my legs; but  nothing happens.  
    As I try to sit up,  I find a strap runs across my body just below my 
breasts and keep me from  moving.
    A sheet or blanket  covers me from my feet to my neck.  Held down as I 
can at least  feel and see slight movement of my upper body; but the strap 
holds me  from doing more then that.
    My mind trying to  focus as I try to recall what has led to me being in 
this hospital room.   My hand trying to find the button to call a nurse as 
I fumble uselessly to touch  more then the sheet that my hand is resting 
upon.
    Weakly calling out  through parched lips,  "nurse, nurse help me.  
Nurse, anyone!"   The door blocking my voice, though I can hear the loudspeaker 
of an operator  calling down a distant corridor.
    Laying for long  seconds, or minutes or hours as I wait for someone to 
enter my room.   Needing to pee and holding for a long time till I can not 
control myself any  longer and with the release a feeling of panic; but only 
the odd feeling of my  urine escaping as my bladder empties.  No warmth or 
wetness as I void  myself.   
    Thinking that I  must have a catheter inserted in me as I again try to 
move my lower body and can  shift my lower body a little; but not move my 
legs at all.
    Panic filling my  body as I imagine a series of possibilities of what 
might have landed me in this  hospital.  Vaguely pulling up a memory of 
riding a bike from the Catholic  school I teach in and then not remembering any 
more.
    Did I fall off the  bike or did a car strike me.  Not able to remember; 
but feeling a panic as  I now see movements in the corner of the room and 
think that I am helpless here  and some goblins or monster is lurking to kill 
me.  A vision of Michael  from Halloween in the hospital ward filling my 
mind with terror.   Croaking a scream of horror as I am sure that I will be 
killed here this very  moment.
    The alarm sounding  on the monitor as my blood pressure spikes and 
heartbeat increases.  The  flashing light of the machine adding to the surreal 
doom filling my  mind.
    A scream of terror  as if in slow motion I see the door knob turn and a 
shaft of light fills the  room.  The outline of a figure filling the 
doorway.  My body straining  to move, a sheen of sweat breaking out on my body as 
I  shriek.
    The light stark as  is the whiteness of the room as I see a man in a 
white uniform standing in the  room and then walking to me.  My eyes wide as 
he reaches to the monitor and  adjusts some settings and the alarm and 
flashing light  cease.
    My lips  working, "what happened, what is wrong with me?"  The man 
looking down  with a slight smile.  His hand reaching and pushing my hair back 
from my  face and then turning to the glass with the straw, holds it to my 
lips as I take  a sip of the lukewarm water and feel it wetting my lips and  
tongue.
    "Go back to  sleep Sister Patrice.  Rest up and I will explain in a few 
 hours.  His hands pulling back the sheet and checking the IV in the back 
of  my hand and then adjusting the drip feeding into the tube from among the 
bags  hanging on the rack.
    Laying back as the  medicine in the bag takes affect.  The 
man/nurse/aide taking a wet cloth  and daubing at my face and neck and upper chest.  The 
coolness of the cloth  soothing to my warm body.  
    Falling back into  an induced sleep, a series of nightmares filling my 
mind as I toss and turn my  head.  The painkiller drugging my body and mind. 
 Waking to the light  in my eyes as the man is standing over me, the sheet 
pulled down and my hospital  gown pulled down to expose my chest.  The warm 
water being daubed on my  breasts and chest soothing, as I watch as a 
disinterested  person.
    His touch gentle  and light; but a flush of warmth heating my face as 
finally realize that a man  is touching my breasts.  And worse then that, the 
nipples are fat and  distended reaching straight to the ceiling.
    The catch of sound  in my throat drawing his eyes to mind and I see the 
hint of a small smile on his  lips as he looks down at my nipples and 
understands my discomfort. 
    "Sister Patrice, it  is something you can not do for yourself at the 
moment, and you are not my first  female patient."  Daubing my chest dry, and 
not unduly touching the erect  tips that are so sensitive.  His fingers 
pulling the hospital gown back  over my shoulders and knotting it loosely around 
the back of my  neck.
    My face still hot  and I am sure red, as he turns to the table and 
lifts a glass of ice water to  hold to my lips.
    "Just a couple of  small sips.  That a girl."  Putting the glass down 
again and opening  some more wipes as he reaches to my covers and pull them 
down to my thighs and  then the bottom of the gown up to rest on my lower 
chest.
    Another bout of  embarrassment as I lay back and close my eyes 
mortified as this man is going to  now bathe my lower body.  My fingers reaching to 
pull at the blanket; but  unable to touch it as it is pulled to low and my 
wrists are still secured to the  bed.
    The wipes cool and  refreshing and I realize that as he gentle works in 
mute concentration of  cleaning my pubic area.  I can hear the increase in 
the blips of my heart  beat as I feel the coolness touch my labia and his 
fingers spreading my lips  apart as he bathes me as one would a child.
    I have so many  questions; but my mind can not focus on any of them.  
Raising my head, I  can see his fingers working, cleaning the upper few 
inches of my thighs; but not  any lower as I can see both of my legs are encased 
in casts.  The heavy  plaster the reason I can no move my legs.  
    His arms lifting my  legs and spreading them apart to give better 
access to his cleaning  process.  Holding my breath as I feel the touch of his 
fingers as he again  spreads my lips and cleans the entrance to my vagina.
    My mind slowly  giving into the drowsiness that seems to hold me in its 
grip when I try to think  on my situation,  Eyes closing and then my soft 
breathing as I again find  myself tossing and turning in sweat drenched 
sheets as my eyes open to the  semi-darkness once more.
    Again testing my  arms and then my legs as I lay helplessly on my back, 
wondering at what has  happened to me.  Wanting to ask questions; but the 
questions fleeing my  mind shortly after their birth and I lie looking at the 
ceiling and hearing the  hospital sounds outside of my room.
    I am heavily  sedated, that I have reasoned out after long hours.  My 
dreams again  haunting me as I lay on the bed and hear the door open to my 
room and the soft  pad of footsteps as someone stands alongside my bed.
    My heavy lidded  eyes refusing to open as I feel watched and then the 
blanket is drawn slowly  down my body.  The light weight moving finally to my 
legs and I can feel  the coolness of the air conditioning on my naked 
thighs.  The gown stopping  inches from the casts on my legs.
    Trying to force my  eyes open to see who is this person in my 
nightmare; but only feeling a tug on  the IV needle as if someone adjusting the 
tubing or maybe the flow of  drops.
    A wet towel daubing  my lips and I suck at the moisture.  Then feeling 
the fingers caressing my  neck and cheeks.  The slight tug and the looseness 
of the top of my  gown.  And then feeling the cool air as the thin fabric 
is removed to  exposed my hard nipples.  A soft moan of discomfort or is it 
pleasure as  the cool air kisses my nipples.
    Then feeling  fingers touching the turgid tip and rolling my nipples 
slowly as they are pulled  upright.  My breath catching as I move my head side 
to side; but too weak  to move my torso.  My breasts being pulled from my 
chest as my nipples are  tweaked and held high.  Then released and I can feel 
pleasure as they  jiggle gently for a few moments on my chest.
    My eyes fighting  the shuttered eyelids, as I feel a tongue tip flick 
at my left nipple and then  roll around the excited tissue.  Mewling softly 
as lips suckle my small  breast, pulling in more and more of the soft flesh 
as it is sucked into a warm  wet mouth.
    My hands clutching  at the sheet as I try to pull my body from the 
encapturing lips.  Fingers  finding my right breast and nipples and teasing it 
as the mouth feasts on my  nursing tip.
    My chest held to  the mattress by the strap.  The hand releasing my 
breast and then pulling  up the skirt of my gown to expose the bare flesh of my 
pubes.  The fingers  stroking along my swollen labia and drawing a moan 
from my lips as I feel my  hips try to lift to meet the fingers tracing my 
labia in a slowly closing  oval.  
    The finger pad  pushing between my lips and touching the wetness that I 
know is leaking from my  walls.  Rubbing the velvety walls as it slips 
deeper into my tunnel.   Trying to hold my thighs tense and close them; but the 
weight of the casts  keeping them apart.
    My tunnel spread  more as I feel the girth of another finger slip into 
the slick hole.  The  strong digits, rubs against the silky walls of my 
vagina as I feel a finger pad  pressing between the fold and rubbing on the 
smooth surface of my  clitoris.  Whimpering softly in my nightmare, as my body 
attempts to  writhes away from the intrusion of the knowing fingers.  
    Beads of sweat on  my body as I try to resist the feeling of pleasure 
the pulses inside of  me.  My walls squeezing and releasing and finally 
shaking with a  contraction of release.  Even though I am a nun, I know the 
feeling of an  orgasm all too well as I still masturbate and confess it weekly to 
my  confessor.  The fingers playing my body like a musical instrument and  
drawing from me a song of release as my moans escapes my throat to be a loud 
 sound in the dark room.
    My hips trying to  rise to the digits, fingers clenching and 
unclenching as I pull at the wrist  restraints.  And I can feel my toes curling as I 
tremble with stolen  pleasure.
    Not sure what is  real and what is my mind playing tricks on me as I 
try to ask the male nurse and  female nurse what is wrong with me.  My tongue 
thick and my mind unable to  focus for more then a few moments as I look at 
the medication dripping into my  body and lay a helpless victim of my 
drugged mind and fantasies.  
    All too well I know  the feel of fingers and a dildo/vibrator inside of 
my body as I have one hidden  in my cell at the convent.  All too well I 
know the feeling of my body  clenching around my ersatz cocks and experiencing 
a fucking with my mind, if not  actually with my body.
    My body sweaty  after one of the hospital rooms fantasies as I wake to 
the sterile walls of my  room and the efficient ministrations of my 
caregivers.  I have lost track  of how many times I have cum with my erotic dreams, 
of fingers or a mouth or a  vibrator bringing me to release.  
    I may not feel my  legs; but I can feel the swollen lips of my labia 
and I can smell the betrayal  of my body as the covers are lifted and my 
sexual stench fills the  room.
    My face still  flushing, as I watch myself being cleaned again of my 
greasy filth, no sign of  it on my nurses faces; but I know they are aware of 
my arousal and  release.
    My state of being,  one of continually drugged in body and mind.  
Seeing in my minds eye, even  if my lids are to heavy to open my own eyes to see.
    My legs raised and  spread with a series of pulleys, and knowing that I 
can feel someone between  them and a hard cock filling my body.  Whimpering 
as I feel the cock  stroking my silky walls and bringing me slowly to a 
state of confused excitement  and then hearing a grunt of release as the cock 
injects spurts of sperm into my  body.
    I wake to a  soreness between my legs as i stare at the dimness of the 
doorway and finally it  opening and my nurse, male or female checking on me. 
 Noting my vitals and  then checking around the casts and swabbing at the 
sensitive flesh between my  legs.  The soothing feeling a comfort as I know I 
am awake and not living  those sweaty sex dreams of my drugged body.
    Worse, looking at  the male nurse and the female nurse and now using 
them as subjects of my drugged  induced fantasies.  My fantasies not only of 
men fucking me; but also of  licking and being licked by a woman.
    Watching the man  and woman working as a team as they change my gown 
and bath and turn my body and  exercise my helpless legs.  Tears filling my 
eyes as I try to articulate my  questions and nothing but a jumble of sounds 
from my lips.
    Days turning into  weeks as I lay helpless.  My nightmares more intense 
and now focused on my  nurses as my tormentors.  The gentle people who 
minister to me when  conscious, I picture as sexual predators in my restless  
dreams.
    Eyes watching as  the small wheel on the tubing is turned and I slowly 
slip into a deep  sleep.  My dreams again erotic as I feel myself lifted 
from the bed and  placed in a wheel chair.  Feeling the dull pounding of a 
drill and my legs  being released from the casts.  
    Gasping weakly as I  picture myself kneeling on a cool tiled floor and 
feel my head lifted and nose  pinched as a hard cock is pushed into my mouth 
and my lips pucker around the  cock and welcome it as my head pussy sucks 
the venom from his prick.  Then  feeling myself being fucked from behind as 
my legs are pushed apart and a hand  grasps my waist and holds my up as again 
I am fucked and I feel the fat head  swelling an discharging his sperm into 
my fertile hole.
    Sinking into a deep  unconsciousness, my body lifted and wheeled to a 
vehicle and placed in the  trunk.  A long drive and feeling myself lifted and 
set  down.
    Wakig to a drugged  awareness as I feel myself laying across my bike in 
a ditch.  Trying to  pull myself up; but just kneeling weakly in a ditch, 
till discovered by a man  and woman jogging by.
    The trip to the  hospital and the weeks of being weaned from my 
addiction, as I try to give a  coherent account of my weeks or was it a month in a 
hospital with my broken  legs.  
    Finding that I was  only gone a little over a week and that my legs are 
perfectly okay accept for  lack of muscle tone and the bits of plaster 
found on my thighs and ankles.  
    The police  recording my story as I wait for a further explanation, as 
I dry out.  The  convent wanting to know what happened to me.  I don't 
really know what  happened; but I do know that I am pregnant.
    The rumor of women  being kidnapped and held and raped and then 
released going around as I am not  the first that was found as an addict alongside 
the roadway after a week or two  absence.
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