The Infirmary

Nikki vaguely remembered people hovering over her. Being lifted up. Moved. Something draped over her. Being held down. A pricking feeling in her arm.

“It’s okay, hun. It’s okay.” Mark’s voice was at her ear.

Nikki tried to move, but her body felt strangely heavy, like she was trying to move through mud or she was surfacing from deep under water.

“Don’t try to move. The sedation is just wearing off.” Mark was soothing. “I’ll call a nurse and get her to take the I.V. out.”

Nikki realized that she had an I.V. sticking into her. She could feel the tube taped to her arm. There was also something between her and Mark. An oxygen tent. She could see him now, but she was looking through thick plastic sheeting.

She was in a hospital bed. Must be the infirmary. The facility had a fully outfitted medical wing, with enough equipment and staff to handle a small epidemic. They had physical therapy capabilities, and specialists from dermatology to gynecology. Nikki had been there before; all of the slaves were checked out from head to toe and got the best possible care. But she had never been in one of the beds.

What was she doing there? How long had she been there? What had they done to her? Her head felt fuzzy.

“Don’t worry about anything, hun. Just relax.”

Nikki realized he was right. There was nothing to worry about. She was a slave, and his responsibility. Mark was there. Whatever he had done to her, he had his reasons, he had her best interests in mind. She could just float, let him control her. She lay back and closed her eyes.

The sedation they had given her was lovely. She felt warm and at peace. This was the real stuff – must be some kind of opiate. She could feel the blanket on her body. She felt it, heavy and warm. She could feel Mark’s presence. The solidity of it. The comfort. Everything seemed good. Soft, warm, and good.

“I was worried about you, Nikki.” Mark still sounded concerned. “Boris and Luca were hard on you. You were so determined! You pushed yourself so far…” His voice trailed off. “I didn’t think you could recover well enough on your own. And I needed you in top form for tonight.”

Nikki had a little shudder. What did he mean? What was he talking about “tonight”? What did they have planned for her? This whole process had been so intense. They had tested her obedience, her skill, her knowledge, her submission; they had used her in every way she could think of. She had sucked cock, fucked, played fetch, been used as furniture, been beaten, been reduced to a quivering mass of slave flesh. What else were they going to do to her?

“So after you fell asleep I had you transferred here.”

Nikki did remember it vaguely. Being wheeled through the corridors on a gurney. Too tired to care where they were taking her, just glad that they were letting her sleep, more or less, through the process.

“They gave you fluids. Vitamins. IV nutrition. And sedated you. It’s like a rest cure.” Mark didn’t have to be explaining any of it, but she was glad he was. “You have been here for more than 24 hours.”

Hmmm. It dawned on Nikki. If she’d been here that long…. What about her bladder? She tried to focus. She could feel it. Yes, she had a catheter. She could feel the pressure of it. And they had taped the tubing to her labia. She tried to move, shifting her weight slightly, and she could feel it pulling a little. Oooo.

She remembered that slightly too. They had put the IV in first, she was pretty sure. She remembered the feeling of the anesthesia hitting. The warmth spreading out from the IV site. Like she was having relaxation poured into her veins. The joy of it. Then they had spread her on the bed. The memory was faint, like she was looking back through wax or Vaseline. But she remembered there being several people. Somebody holding her legs open. Feeling hands on her sex. A feeling of pressure as the tube entered her. And then a pushing feeling as it slid in.

“Oh! Sir! I feel so strange.” Nikki tried to speak. But she realized that it was coming out kind of garbled and she was inside the oxygen tent anyway. No way he could understand what she said. It sounded more like “Uuu, Ssss! Ehhhf sss ssggg.”

“Don’t even try, hun. It’s going to be another hour or so before you come totally out of it.” Mark patted her hand. “But you’ll be fine. They’ve given you a transfusion and you’ve had extra oxygen all night. You’re going to feel great, actually. This kind of treatment is illegal for athletes, it feels so good it qualifies as performance enhancing!”

Nikki smiled faintly. She was having her performance enhanced. She liked that idea.

Just then two new people entered the room. It was a nurse and the facility doctor. Nikki had met the doctor before. She was a small woman, maybe 5’2”, fit and athletic, with long wavy dark hair and a kind smile. She was in her 30s, just like Nikki. Nikki was so curious about her. How had she become the doctor for this facility? Was she a slave or a Master or neither one? Did she like men or women or both?

Nikki was staring at the Doctor, trying to imagine what her breasts looked like under her white lab coat. And then, as she felt the familiar ooze of moisture in her cunt, she realized she had to snap out of it, or her desire would be totally visible on her face. It wasn’t appropriate. Of course it was too late, Mark had already seen.

“Stop it, girl. Get yourself together. There is plenty of time for that later. Do I need to give you some pain to get your mind off it?” Mark whispered fiercely in her ear. He was certainly on top of the situation.

“No, Sir.” Nikki knew Mark couldn’t really hear her speech, but he could at least tell that she was saying no. That she was being respectful of him. That she didn’t want him to punish her. That he didn’t need to give her pain.

“She’s coming around, isn’t she?” The Doctor was talking directly to Mark.

“Yes, Dr. Rebecca. She opened her eyes about 15 minutes ago. She’s still not totally out of the sedation.”

“No, that’ll take about another hour.” Dr. Rebecca had such a professional manner. Nikki had immediately trusted her. Was glad to be cared for by her. Felt in good hands. “Do you want us to go ahead and remove the IV and the catheter, Mr. Gold, or do you want to wait until she can feel all of it?”

“Oh, go ahead now. It’ll be easier on her.” Mark gave Nikki’s hand a squeeze. She felt his love and his care. He wanted what was best for her. She knew it.

The nurse immediately started to bustle around Nikki’s bed. He rolled up the oxygen tent. Unhooked the blood pressure and heart rate monitor from her finger. Turned off a variety of machines. Pushed them back away from the bed. Unhooked the IV bag and pole and wheeled them away.

Nikki lay in the bed. Feeling like a piece of meat, again. Neither of the medical personnel had addressed a single word to her. It was like she didn’t exist, or wasn’t a conscious being. She was just an animal, being readied for market.

They continued to bustle around. The doctor took out her stethoscope and listened to Nikki’s breathing, holding the cold metal under Nikki’s breast, on top of the curve of her breast, and then to her back. At the same time the nurse was untaping the IV. Nikki could feel the adhesive being pulled off her arm, taking some of the little soft hairs with it.

“Her breathing is back to normal. And her heart rate is just fine. She’s doing nicely.” The doctor continued to address herself to Mark, not even looking Nikki in the face.

The nurse had removed all the dressing from the IV. He was a tall black man. Fit. Long dreadlocks pulled back from his face. Beautiful features, glistening skin. And his lips, ohhh, full, rich, beautiful lips. Nikki could imagine kissing them, feeling them on her skin. She stared at him while he continued working.

He paused with his hand on the I.V., looking expectantly at the doctor for further instruction.

“Yes, Clarence. Go ahead.” The doctor barely looked up, she was looking for something in her pocket. “She’s still got some meds on board, so don’t worry. You can pull it fast.”

Ohhh. Maybe she did still have some of the sedation working its way through her. But she could feel everything. Could feel his fingers pressing against her skin. Could feel him touch the plastic flange of the IV. Could feel the needle moving in her. Could feel it touching the nerves. Wow, if this was with sedation, she didn’t want to know what it felt like without.

Clarence was purposeful in his movements. He had a gauze pad in his left hand as he pulled the needle free with his right. Nikki could feel the needle sliding, sliding, and then popping free, almost like it was happening in slow motion. Clarence pressed down with the gauze to contain the bleeding and then pulled a piece of tape from on top of his shirt pocket. He must have prepared it before he started working. And taped down the gauze.

Nikki felt the pressure of his hands. Maybe she was feeling everything so intensely because she hadn’t felt anything for so long. Maybe it was a side effect of the drugs. Maybe it was just being a slave. But she could feel every little nuance of every touch, every time Clarence’s hand brushed her skin, the smell of his hair, the heat from his body. And it all felt good.

Nikki was passive. Nothing was expected of her. She could just lie there and feel. Feel Clarence ministering to her. Feel his hands, his breath, his presence. She didn’t need to make conversation, or worry about his feelings, or take care of him. She could just be. Just be a slave. Just be herself.

“She’s going to be a little stuck.” Dr. Rebecca was still talking to Mark. Talking to him like she was his baby or his pet and the doctor needed to explain proper care, but without thinking of her as the patient, without considering her as a sentient being. “Her digestive system hasn’t been moving the whole time she was out.”

Dr. Rebecca turned to Clarence and handed him something, although she was still talking to Mark. “I’m going to have Clarence give her a little glycerin suppository. That will help get things moving. But you may want to irrigate her system later.”

Nikki blinked. Clarence? Suppository? He was going to “give” it to her. Did that mean what she thought it meant? She tried to move, to sit up, to say “oh, that’s ok, I can do it myself.” But she wasn’t fast enough.

Clarence had pulled up the covers from the side, and had just rolled her onto her side as if she was unconscious. She felt his hands on her. His left hand was holding her steady, on her left hip, the top hip as she was facing away from him. He moved it down slightly so that it was holding her left butt cheek slightly apart from the right. Ohh! He could see right into her anus, could see everything.

Then Nikki felt it. Slightly cold, slippery, hard. The suppository. Clarence was pressing it against her anus. She could feel the pressure of it. Then felt her sphincter give way, the greasy bullet shaped suppository sliding in. Clarence’s finger was following it, making sure that it went all the way up. She could feel her muscles close over the medicine, it had kind of rough edges on the bottom and she could feel them melt into her muscles. She felt Clarence’s finger slide back out and then heard him removing his rubber glove and throwing it into the trashcan.

He had been totally matter of fact about it. Just rolling her over and sliding it in. But she felt utterly humiliated. Shockingly humiliated. Was there nothing that was private? No, there was nothing that was private. That was her lot, as a slave. Nikki tried to roll back over onto her back, so at least her ass would no longer be in the air. But somehow she couldn’t. It felt like the nerves that were responsible for communicating commands to her body were occupied with feeling.

“Umffhhhh….” She tried to say “Mark”, wanted to get his attention. But she couldn’t do that either.

“Shhhh… you can’t move yet. It’s one of the side effects. It’ll come back in a little bit. Don’t worry.” Mark’s voice was soothing.

Nikki had heard of this. That there were drugs where you could feel everything but not move. Oooo. She knew they were usually used in different circumstances than just a “rest cure.” She realized it would probably happen to her at one point or another, it was part of the arsenal of possible experiences. But not now. Now they were just taking care of her.

“You can do the catheter now.” Dr. Rebecca was finally talking to Clarence.

Nikki felt a wave of embarrassment. He was going to look at her sex. She felt the surface of her skin prickle as blood rushed to it. She breathed. At least she could breathe! She sucked the air in and pushed it out, trying to focus on that and not think about the fact that now Clarence had rolled her back onto her back, untucked the covers from the bottom of the bed, and was pulling them up to expose her legs.

Once he had her completely exposed, Clarence put one hand under each knee and pushed her legs up and back, spreading her open. Nikki looked up at the ceiling. Feeling the helplessness of it. She couldn’t move, but even if she could, it was not her place. She had to just take this. Just accept it.

She felt Clarence’s hands on her. Spreading her open. Removing the tape. Moving the tubing. She could feel the pressure.

“Did Tran do her wax job?” Clarence was talking to Mark. He had such a beautiful voice. Dark, rich, deep. Nikki realized she hadn’t heard it before. He had been absolutely silent, taking Dr. Rebecca’s orders. Hearing his voice made him even more attractive. She felt a wave of sensation travel up from her core. Oooo. And now he was going to spread her open, look right into her sex, see her arousal. She closed her eyes. Humiliated.

“Yes, she does excellent work.” Mark was responding. As if it was a perfectly normal topic of conversation.

“Absolutely. I can recognize it every time. No redness, no ingrown hairs.” Clarence was pushing her labia around, looking at her sex, admiring Tran’s work. He had to be able to see her arousal. Particularly since the sensation of his hands on her was making her even hotter. He had removed all the tape and was now ready to start sliding the catheter out.

“I bring all my girls to her.”

“Mr. Gold, would you mind holding her thigh? I’ve got this one, but sometimes the sensation of the catheter moving stings a bit and I’ve had girls rock so much they make it worse, really irritating the urethra.” Even Clarence was talking directly to Mark. Was anybody ever going to talk to her again? And “sting” – she knew that one. It was medical speak for hurt like a bitch.

“No problem.” Mark moved forward. “Like this?” He had both hands on her right thigh.

“That’s great, Sir. The girls often find your touch comforting.”

Mark moved one of the hands up to stroke Nikki’s hair off her face. She was scared, she had to admit.

Clarence moved the tubing. The sensation ripped through Nikki’s body. It did feel as though somebody was pouring something caustic deep inside her urinary tract. And that’s not someplace she was generally used to feeling. She didn’t like it. And then a creepy sliding feeling as the tube slipped out. Like someone was fucking her in a tiny place. Even with the sedation, it hurt. She was glad when it was over.

But the pain, the humiliation of the exposure, the sensation of Mark and Clarence’s hands on her, the helplessness, the relief that both the I.V. and the catheter were out, they all combined together to make her even more aware of her submission. She felt a rush of warmth in her cunt. She closed her eyes. They would see. There was no way to hide, they were staring right at her sex. They would see.

“Ohhh, Mr. Gold. Look at this!” Clarence was… oh, no! He was putting his finger directly into her vagina. Feeling the moisture. Curling it up to get a load of fluid on his finger. Pulling it out. She could smell it.

“Yes. This girl is deliciously hot and wet all the time.” At least Mark sounded proud.

Clarence was holding his finger up to his nose and smelling her juices. Nikki closed her eyes again, she didn’t want to see.

“You can taste her directly if you want.” Mark was encouraging. “And Nikki, open your eyes. I want you here for this. You know anybody can take you. Anybody can have you, whenever they want. That’s part of who you are.”

He was right, of course. It was still difficult to accept. Sure she had brought this on herself with her arousal. But still. Dr. Rebecca was watching. And Mark. To have to submit to this in front of them! To accept it and give of herself.

Nikki sighed. And relaxed into it. Yes. She was a slave. She had to give herself.

“Thank you, Sir.” Clarence was polite, addressing Mark politely before leaning in to help himself.

Nikki felt his lips hit her. She could feel the warm of them. Then the moist center of his tongue. Ohhh. She tried to rock her hips up. To open wider. To reach for him. But she still couldn’t. All she could do was accept.

Accept she did. She lay back and allowed this stranger to lick her. To suck her. To bring her up and over. It didn’t take long. He had passed his tongue over her maybe a dozen times, sucking her clit and running his tongue around it, and she cried out. Mark held her face, looking in her eyes, and as she felt the climax pass through her, he leaned down and captured her mouth in his.

She felt the waves of pleasure. Felt the warm fluid oozing out of her. Felt Clarence lick them up. Her urethra was sore, but his warm mouth was like a balm. Her sex was open so wide, the involuntary contractions of her cunt coming down from the orgasm made his face buck and his head bob. And Mark’s lips on hers; Mark could feel the intensity of the sensation passing through her. Their connection was so strong in this moment. It may have been Clarence’s lips on her sex, but Mark was still her trainer.

After it was over, Clarence wiped his glistening face on the sheet. Stood up. And thanked her trainer.

“Mr. Gold. She’s a lovely girl. Thank you for letting me taste her.”

“You are most welcome, Clarence. It’s an important lesson for her, to know she can be pleasured at a whim, not just used at a whim. If she could talk, I would have her thank you directly.”

“Not necessary, Sir, not necessary.” Clarence was gracious.

“Any further instructions, Dr. Rebecca?” Mark had already moved on, was turning to the doctor.

“Stay with her here for another 20 or 25 minutes. Then take her back to your rooms in a wheelchair. Don’t want her feet giving out on her. She should be absolutely fine by 10 am.” The doctor smiled and absentmindedly gave Nikki a little pat on the shoulder. “You may want to do some light exercise and stretching this afternoon. Remind me again… what is she doing tonight?”

“She’s wrestling.”

Ohhh! Wrestling! Nikki had seen it done, but never participated. Two naked slaves, a girl and a boy, or sometimes a boy and a boy. Full on penetration the object of the game. Even with performance enhancement, Nikki wasn’t sure she was capable of this. She hoped Mark would give her more information….