More than Human

[zoelikesjam]

Felicity Tameryn, 19, long red curls, nearly sweeping her lower back. Curvy hips and breasts. Milky white skin. Grey/green eyes. Young and innocent.

More Than Human

I had arrived in Zagreb less than half an hour ago, and already the heat was threatening to engulf me.
After back packing half way across Europe, I thought it was about time I visited Croatia, and the two friends I had here. They both worked at Hrvatski Prirdoslovni Muzej, the Natural History Museum.

It was still a little early for me to go over to their apparment, so I slung my bag over my shoulder and thought about taking in some of the local culture. My hair was sticking to my face and the back of my neck, I couldn't help wishing I had tied it up. I looked around me, scouting out for a little cafe, somewhere I could rest and tie my mane of curls up.
Spotting a bunch of twisted iron tables and chairs, I made my way over and plonked myself on an uncomfortable chair. A pretty brunette waitress made her way over to me, apron firmly tied round her skinny little waist, notebook in hand and pencil behind her ear.
She smiled at me, and took in my ragged state. Before she could speak however, I opened my mouth.

"Mogu li naručiti?" I asked. She looked at me, puzzlement in her eyes for a moment. My pronunciation was poor, but she understood what I was asking for "Pivo, Molin" I stuttered
"You can speak English you know" She said to me with a perfect smile. Her accent was thick, but her English was perfect.
I shook my head. I was here to learn, to practice. I asked if I could order a Beer again in Croatian, and she nodded and waltzed off smiling.
I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was beautiful here. I was looking forward to spending a fair amount of my travels here. The buildings, the people. Everything was just so beautiful it took my breath away.
The waitress returned with my beer
"Hvala" I thanked her
"nema na čemu , uživati" She bid me to enjoy.

I sipped the cold drink and relaxed back onto the cool metal. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out a hair grip and braided my hair, twisting it in to a knot. I sighed. I felt much better now I was shaded from the sun. A few tendrils of my hair were still breaking free and sticking to my forehead, but I just brushed them away. I made a mental note to pick up some more sunscreen. My skin was so pale, it was almost translucent, and I burnt easily. I finished my beer, looked at my watch and decided to make my way to Mark and Sarah's apartment.
I placed some money on the table, Waved to the waitress "hvala , dobar!" I thanked, and bid her goodbye
"Dobar" She replied.
I grabbed my bag, and pulling out a screwed up piece of paper, I wandered off in the direction of my friends apartment.

 

[DanFS]

Dr. Silas Vincent

Dr. Silas Vincent, trained at King's College Hospital, London, never imagined when he started his training, that he would someday be working in central Europe. Or that he would have to learn another language in order to practice, in the job he loved.

There was something about this part of the world, not just the natural beauty, or the resilience of the indigenous people.
The ad in the paper promised a life in the country, with a generous standard of living, and a variety of departments in which to choose a specialty later on,
if you wished.

As a thirty year old, he was relatively young, fit and good looking. He had never struggled for dates, but his day had just gone to shit.

Zagreb University Hospital, was the second-largest in the Country.
Although it was only a few minutes drive to the beauty of the open countryside, in the city it was as busy as any other Capital city.

They had been working flat out for the last four hours, dealing with casualties from a fire in a block of flats, where the Fire Brigade had to rescue several
children who were trapped.

He just sat down, to be handed a warm cup of coffee, when the 'phone rang. He was nearest, so answered it.

"Halo?"
"Kako loš?" (How bad?)
"Ja shvatiti." (I understand)
"Kako čeznuti do oni stići?" (How long until they arrive?)
"Hvala vam. Dobar." (Thank You. Goodbye)

He hung up and went to the prep room, to scrub up again.

Another more junior, male doctor, wandered over.
"Problem, Silas?"
"Could be, Stan, - a British tourist, been in an accident. Don't know much now. We'll see soon - the Ambulance is coming. Should be here in ten minutes."

He stood tall, about six foot five, and was athletically built, as his love of rock climbing proved. He ran a hand through his dark short cropped hair, and his blue eyes flashed, as he looked back at himself in the mirror.

Now all he could do was wait...

 

[zoelikesjam]

I wandered along, trying to decipher the directions, from Sarah's scrawled handwriting, and getting nowhere. I spotted a couple, probably out walking enjoying the August heat, and stopped to ask them for directions.
"Možete li pomoć mene ugoditi , Ja sam izgubljen" I asked for help, indicating that I was lost. The lady looked at the instructions and turned to her male companion. Talking between themselves to fast for me to follow, I stood in the heat waiting

"te ići taj way,then slijeva. You'll nađi prema Internet onda" I shookmy head, not understanding

"Govorite li engleski?" I asked

"A little" She replied, accent heavy "You go that way" She pointed "And turn...hmm the word. You turn Left, that is it"

"Hvala" I thanked her, walking off

"nema na čemu" You're welcome, she called after me.

I sighed and hitched my bag higher on my shoulder. I was wearing a thin sundress, pale green covered in white poka dots. It came to just above my knee, but even I that I was sweating.
I cursed my choice to wear stockings underneath my dress. But it was cold when I left Belgium, and the Air conditioning on the flight called for something. I was, however, glad I had worn my white ballet slippers. I hoped it wouldn't be much further, as my feet were starting to ache and te sun was making me weary.
I walked back through the town again, which seemed to have become very sleepy, waved to the waitress, who smiled at me and continued on my way.

I was musing so much, and had become so sun weary, that when my shoe caught in the road, I didn't notice the Tram coming towards me as I tried to free myself. I heard somebody scream, and I looked up to see the huge front end of the Tram, seconds before it hit me. I realised then it was me screaming

 

[DanFS]

Silas was trying to catch up on paperwork (there was ALWAYS more paperwork, even when you got a day to just do paperwork!) until the ambulance arrived.

It was hard enough to complete forms in English, but to do it in Croatian, was giving him a headache, even though he had become almost fluent, he still had to think in English, before he spoke in Croatian.

Then he heard the siren, as the ambulance approached.

He walked briskly to the Ambulance Bay, as the crew opened the back doors. They were unloading a woman, judging by the floaty green & white polka dotted summer-dress she wore.

The senior crewman was talking - too fast for Silas to understand.
"pričati najsporiji, ugoditi!" (Talk Slower, please!)
The paramedic look frustrated and started again. He was explaining that the casualty had been hit by a tram, and had sustained a broken leg, just below the knee.
She also had a head injury and what he suspected were a couple of fractured ribs.

As Silas leant over the trolley, he looked down at her.
She looked like a Westerner.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Vincent. What's your name, and where does it hurt?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

Pain shot through my body as the paramedics offloaded me on the trolley. I heard them speaking in a rapid language, but I couldn't figure out what they were saying. It hit me then, that I couldn't figure out where I was either, just that I felt immense pain, fuzzy headed and utterly confused. I figured the fuzzyness was from some drug the paramedics had injected into my arm, I remembered that part vividly due to my utter terror at injections. I couldn't explain that to them though, as they were talking to me in an alien tongue, they had given up speaking to me once they realised I couldn't understand. They had treated me in silence from then on, speaking to one another rapidly, barking out what I assumed were orders. I remembered crying from the pain, people all around. Freaking out when the darker, younger paramedic came at me with a needle. A girl, dark haired and wearing an apron, very familiar soothing me, telling me in broken English the injection was pain medication. i recognised her, but couldn't figure out from where. It hurt to breath, my leg was agony, and my head ached intensely.
Where the hell was I? My head screamed at me. I was so confused I started to sob quietly, and felt the younger paramedic take my hand in his, and stroking my wrist he muttered
"te htijenje biti u redu" over and over, but I had no recollection of the language, I hoped to dear god he was telling me I would be okay.
As they rolled me out, the sun hit my face, and I closed my eyes tight as pain shot through them.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Vincent. What's your name, and where does it hurt?" I heard, as a shadow loomed over me. I opened my eyes slightly, and took in the Doctors frame. He was tall, oh so tall. His dark hair cut short. It was his eyes that made me open mine fully. His eyes were so blue, but so deep, so knowing, they looked like they had seen so many things, over so many years. I shuddered slightly and closed my eyes again. It was only then I realised he had spoken to me in English, and not in the foreign language that seemed to be surrounding me.

"It hurts to breath" I whispered. "My leg..." I took a short shallow breath "My leg really hurts" I stopped speaking for a moment, tried to get my breathing under control "and my head is pounding" i pondered his net question for a few moments, and then started to panic slightly "My name?" I asked him. The Doctor nodded "Yes, your name my dear" He repeated softly

"I..." My breathing had quickened again and I cringed as pain shot through my chest "I don't know my name" I cried out trying to get up and screamed as I jolted my leg. The doctor placed his hands gently on my shoulders and pushed me back down

"Calm down my dear, calm down"

"But I can;t remember my name, why can't I remember my name?!" I was openly sobbing now,and the pain in my chest was horrendous. "What happened to me?" I demanded "Where am I? Why can't I remember my name!" I slumped back, as nurses surrounded me, attached me to machines. I heard beeping, my heart, felt pressure on my left arm and knew they were taking my blood pressure, someone placed something on my finger and yelled out numbers. The Doctor took my arm gently, quickly hooked up some sort of drip to the cannula the paramedics had left in my arm.
"You have to help me" I sobbed, grabbing his hand "Please. I don't know...I don't know whats happened...I don't know anything..."

 

[DanFS]

Silas quickly realised this poor woman was English and starting to panic. He needed to reassure her.

He turned to a nurse.
"Je te nađi prema bilo koji prepoznavanje?" (Did you find any I.D.?) He asked.
She simply shook her head.
"Nađi prema njoj vreća , ona morati imati neki , i obličje!"
(Find her bag, she must have one, and look!)
He held her hand, and tried to calm the woman.

After a frantic minute of going through her bag, the nurse held up a UK Passport, with her name & photo, clearly discernable.
Silas nodded with relief, and turned back to the distressed woman.
"Listen to me, my dear. Your name is Felicity Tameryn, and you're 19 years old. Do you remember?"

He turned to the nurse again and instructed:
"Pokazivanje njoj." (Show her)
As she was shown her picture, there seemed to be a glimmer of recognition.

"Felicity, you need to listen to me. You have broken your leg, maybe both, and possibly a couple of your ribs. We need X-rays to be sure. You've taken a bump on your head too, we need to X-ray that as well."

After a short pause to let that information sink in, he continued.

"Don't worry, I'm going to give you something for the pain, into this cannula in your wrist, OK?"

Silas then inserted a syringe into a small vial and drew off a small amount of morphine. Once satisfied with the dose, he flicked the body of the syringe to
make the air bubbles rise to the top and depressed the plunger a little until a drop of the clear liquid appeared at the opening. Then he connected it into
the neck of the cannula and injected the whole amount into her.

The effect was startling, it seemed she was trying to say something, but all that came out of her mouth was "AhhhhhOoohhh."
Her eyes went wide, and her facial muscles relaxed, as she succumbed to the narcotic.

Silas stroked the stray hair, now matted with sweat, away from her face, and then really looked at her. She was a beauty. A classic beauty - even without make-up and her hair styled, her face was serene. OK, the morphine had helped, but the underlying natural beauty shone through.
'Ok, stop your daydreaming, man!' He thought to himself.
He turned to the nurse again, who had also visibly calmed.
"Neodreden broj X-Rays ugoditi oba njoj noge grudi i glava. Želim rezultat što prije!"
(X-Rays please - both her legs, chest and head. I want the results as soon as possible!)

As the nurse accompanied Felicity and two orderlies to Radiology, Silas sat down and looked through her bag, hoping for clues as to who she was, and what she was doing in Zagreb. After all, it's a bit off the beaten track for a young Englishwoman on her own!

He hoped his explanations had helped. She had seemed absolutely terrified, a perfectly reasonable human emotion, given the circumstances.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I was panicking and I knew it.
The Doctors face loomed over mine, and as I looked into his eyes, I suddenly felt calmer, I trusted him. The realisation struck me like a bolt of lightening
"Listen to me, my dear. Your name is Felicity Tameryn, and you're 19 years old. Do you remember?"
I frowned. Shook my head slightly indicating a 'no' and cried out from the pain of moving.
He held up a red passport, showing me the photo, name, age. I recognised the girl. The name seemed familiar.
"Is that..." I couldn't help but stutter "Is that Me?" The whisper slipped outof my mouth "But if that's me, why, why don't I remember?"

The Doctor placed a soothing hand on my shoulder, and turned to a nurse
"određen glava trauma , moguć prijelom"
My brain kicked into gear slightly. I knew those words. Or at least some of them. My brain deciphered Head, fracture and trauma. I felt myself pale slightly, and heard my heart beat speed up on the monitor. As the beeps from the heart rate monitor became faster, I felt the Doctors fingers tighten painfully on my arm. I looked up, and his eyes had darkened, his face frozen. The look and composure slipped away so fast, I thought I had imagined it. Almost gathering himself together he looked down at me

"Felicity, you need to listen to me. You have broken your leg, maybe both, and possibly a couple of your ribs. We need X-rays to be sure. You've taken a bump on your head too, we need to X-ray that as well."

I lifted my hand up to the back of my head, feeling for the bump he mentioned, and pulled my fingers away fast when I felt a wet sensation. I brought my hand back infront of my face and started crying when I saw blood dripping from my fingers. The Doctor stiffened again, and I knew then I hadn't imagined his reaction to my heart rate.
He turned abruptly away from me and barked orders at a nurse. I felt nimble hands lift my head gently, and pressure was applied to the bleed. I felt the bandage wrap around my head and I couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Don't worry, I'm going to give you something for the pain, into this cannula in your wrist, OK?" Doctor Vincent said quietly

"No needles. Please, no injections" I whispered, hi-cupping from the tears, I could feel them falling down the side of my face, matting into my hair "Please"

"No, no more needles for the moment Felicity. You have one in your wrist already which I can use"

I sighed "Thankyou"

I felt his cool hands on mine, turning my hand over to access my wrist, and the cannula. His icy fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, and despite knowing he was feeling for a pulse, a chill shot through me and my heart rate shot up once again at the thought of his fingers on my skin. Doctor Vincent withdrew his hand quickly, and I saw him draw some fluid into a syringe, tapping it to release the air bubble trapped inside.

"I said no needles, please don't use that on me!" I cried seeing the sharp spike and trying to sit up.

"Calm down Felicity. I'm not going to put any needles near you without asking you first. I am going to use the cannula the paramedics popped in. This is just to draw up the pain relief"

Instantly soothed, I lay back against the pillow, my head throbbing. I was in agony and could hardly breathe through the pain. He connected the syringe to my wrist, and gently pushed the medication into my vein.

"Will this help with the pain?" I tried to ask, but all that came out was a muffled tumble of words. The morphine hit quickly, rushing through my blood, alleviating the pain so fast I gasped.
I felt the pain disappear mainly. My breathing slowed down dramatically, which also helped to subdue some of the pain in my chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy, a rush of opioid's speeding around my body.
My head felt like it was filled with cotton wool and I started to drift in and out, the lights sparkled as they went in and out of focus.
As I started to coast into unconsciousness, I felt cool fingers on my forehead, and I knew it was Doctor Vincent's touch. I felt him brush a stray hair from my face, and with great difficulty I forced my eyes open one more time. He was looking at me, staring as he moved the matted hair from my cheek. It felt like he was studying me. My eyes drifted closed but I could still feel his gaze on me. The last thing I heard before I let the morphine completely wash over me and rush me away into sleep was a sigh. A very contented sigh. And it came from Doctor Silas Vincent's mouth,

 

[DanFS]

Having found no clues to where she was staying, although there were some keys in her bag, Silas was no further into figuroing out what she was doing here, to be hit by a tram.

He now knew she hated needles, and the sight of blood, judging by the way her pulse & monitor readings varied, and he was also sure she was a bit
disorientated.

He could deal with the pain, that was easy. What was more of a challenge was calming her down.

She would be relying on him to protect as well as care for her, as the only fluent English speaker in the Hospital.
After an hour, the orderlies and nurse returned from Radiology. The nurse silently handed Silas an envelope with the X-Rays inside. He guessed she was seething, as he hadn't been very gentle, when he told her to search Felicity's bag.
'It's not something they'd normally do'. He reflected.

As he examined the head film, he was relieved to see no serious injuries, so it appears she only had a concussion, not trivial, but easy to treat normally.

The chest film showed three ribs with cracks, but none broken right through, so he could wrap them for her, and only time and rest would tell.

The leg was more serious. Her right leg had a clean break, must have hurt like hell, but it could be fixed with little effort, other than the enforced bedrest,
which patients usually hated.
Fortunately, Felicity was still unconscious from the morphine earlier and this would allow him to treat her head wound and leg without worrying her about needles.

The same nurse was still with Felicity, having apparently been instructed by the Radiologist to stay with her until told otherwise. Silas looked at her and
smiled.
"Hvala vam za vaša pomoć."
(Thank You for your help)

She smiled then, warming slightly.
Silas continued:
"Trebam gozba njoj Možete li pomoć mene , ugoditi?"
(I need to treat her - can you help me, please?)

"Pustiti nas nađi prema osoban soba."
(Let us find a private room.)

The nurse moved behind the trolley with Felicity on it, and pushed it steadily down the coridoor towards an unoccupied room. Silas pushed open the door, to enable the nurse to push the trolley through, and Silas was able to help manoeuvre it into position, close to the gas, air and power outlets.

He asked the nurse:
"Trebam kaca za mazanje sadrom njoj noga i grudi , i šivenje njoj glava namotan , ugoditi?"

(I need a kit for plastering her leg and chest, and stitching her head wound, please?)

The nurse nodded and went to a couple of cupboards on the wall, and took out several sealed packets and brought them back to the trolley with a large stiff cardboard bowl, for the plaster of paris mix.

She started to prepare the plaster as Silas went to wash his hands. When he returned, he unbandaged Felicity's head wound, and examining the edges of it, started to thread a surgical needle, in order to stitch it properly.

He worked calmly, but quickly aware that Felicity didn't like needles, so he didn't want to alarm her.
She started to stir, so he stopped and pulled an ampoule of morphine from the bowl, and snapped the top off, before squeezing it into the canulla. Felicity
quickly relaxed again.

He continued stitching and was soon finished. He stood back to admire his handiwork, before tending to her broken leg. He looked again at the X-Ray and could feel the edges of the bone through the skin. He manipulated them back into place and then bandaged it, before the plaster of paris soaked bandages were wrapped over it. When he was satisfied there were enough layers to support the bone, he finished it off, and handed the bowl to the nurse to hold.

He then turned Felicity onto her side, to start wrapping her ribs. He slowly, deliberately, lined everything up, so the healing would take place as quickly as possible. After a bandage, he again used plaster of paris soaked bandages to support the injured ribs. Several turns later, he was convinced they would hold.

He handed the bowl back to the nurse, to dispose of it. Then he gently propped Felicity up with a few pillows, and put together a traction crane over the bed, with a sling, to support her broken leg.

He thanked the nurse, and she then left to tidy everything away.

Silas sat down and updated her notes, which took a while, after which, he hung the folder on the rail at the end of the bed.

He sat back and admired Felicity, broken body and all.
After checking in the coridoor outside, there was no-one around.
Silas approached the bed, and slipped his hand inside the hospital gown she now wore, as her summer dress, had been removed to enable her ribs to be wrapped.
He felt her heartbeat, strong and regular, and his hope grew.
His hand then cupped a firm, fairly large breast, which he squeezed gently. Feeling emboldened, he then put the same hand under her gown and ran his
fingertips through her trimmed pubic hair, and insinuated a finger into the entrance to her pussy.

She was young, hot and oh, did he want her!

Then, he left - not wanting to be discovered and returned later, sat writing notes in various folders, until she rose from the grip of unconciousness.

"Felicity - can you hear me?" He asked, as she stirred again.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I slipped in and out of unconsciousness during the X-rays, as they bent my body this way and that. Not once did I feel any pain, just complete numbness.

The Radiologist spoke what I presumed to be soothing words to me in a foreign language as she turned my head slightly, helped me raise my arms above my head so she could xray my ribs, and manoeuvred my leg into a suitable position.

A nurse came in, and despite being almost asleep, I felt her and the Radiologist remove my dress and bra. They slipped on a gown, removed my panties but left on my shoes and stockings. I drifted back off into a dreamless sleep.

I jumped, startled awake as the trolley began to move, and remained in a state of semi conciousness as I heard a male speaking to the nurse. The trolley moved again, and despite being half asleep I thought I was going to be sick. My eyes stayed closed as It was to much effort to open them, and I just listened to the people around me talk, the conversations sounding they were being spoken under water. My ears couldn't process anything properly, so strong was the morphine, making everything sound muffled. There was no doubt in my mind if I opened my eyes, things would be blurry and I would be unable to focus.
As I felt so strange, and oh so tired, I choose to keep my eyes shut and enjoy coasting in and out of sleep.

We finally came to a stop and I slipped into unconsciousness once again.
It was only when I could feel something tugging at my head did I wake up again. The sensation against my scalp was so unexpected and unusual, that I tried to open my eyes to see what was happening.
As I started to move about ever so slightly on the trolley, I felt cool fingers at my wrist and knew it was the Doctor due to the tingling sensation that was racing from my wrist, up my arm, just like before. I tried to remember his name but I could't Suddenly I felt what I assumed to be morphine hit my chest, my heart speeding up as the most amazing sensation spread through me. For a second I wondered why he had given me more morphine when the last lot hadn't worn off, and I was still pain free.
I found myself not caring though, as the morphine hit my system Blackness took over once again.

Lights. That was all I could feel glaring through my eyelids burning my eyes. I tried to move, but I still felt numb all over. I couldn't remember why I felt numb. I had to open my eyes I thought, and cringed knowing the light would really hurt when I did.

I counted to ten, and let my eyes flicker open. looking down first I could see my leg, plastered up and in traction. Why? I asked myself. What on earth had happened to me? My chest felt incredibly tight, and I could feel something wrapped around it, but couldn't see as I had a gown on.
My head throbbed, but not painfully. It was like a steady beat, like my heart.
It was then that I notice the weird tingle. I noticed it across my breast and nipple first. A cold, icy tingle. I felt it between my legs then. It was almost like ice cold electric shocks shooting up and down both areas.

"Felicity - can you hear me?"
Doctor Vincent, that was it. I was so pleased I had remembered his name. It was impossible to forget his voice, soft and smooth like velvet. His voice was heavenly. I opened my eyes a little wider, and flinched at the light. I started looking around the room, for some reason desperate to see him. He was obviously treating another patient I thought, so when I turned to my left, and realised he was leaning over me, and speaking to me, shock ran though my body.

I looked at him, my eyes still squinting a little.
"Felicity? That's me right?" I felt a knot of fear in my chest, a reaction of realisation. I didn't know where or who I was.
He nodded
"Felicity Tameryn. You are 19years old, soon to turn 20. You are from England"

I slowly took in his words. Felicity. My name was Felicity. Memories and thoughts rushed into my head at breakneck speed, but I struggled to process them through the fog of morphine that was still, it seemed, making my head feel like it was filled with cotton wool.

"Felicity Tameryn" I repeated "Of course!" I cried, as my brain made perfect connections. "My shoe" Doctor Vincent tilted his head slightly, indicating he had no idea what I was talking about. "My shoe got caught. I got hit didn't I? By something big. Was it a lorry or something?" I asked

"No Felicity. It was a Tram. You've sustained a nasty blow to the head which I had to stitch up" I shuddered at the thought of him using a needle on me,awake of asleep, they still terrified me. He noticed I was getting slightly worked up, so continued, hoping it would take my mine off the needle "You have A couple of cracked ribs which I've wrapped up, and a broken leg.You leg is plastered up, and we've put you in traction. You are going to have to sped an awful lot of time on bed rest. Do you have anyone we can contact?"

I stared at him for a few moments, mesmerised. Shaking my head slightly and getting my focus back I sighed heavily.
"I don't have anyone I want you to contact. I don't really have anyone at all apart from a few friends. Well acquittance's. I can't remember where I am, but I do know I was supposed to be staying with some of my friends. They won't miss me, no doubt, they will probably think I've just gone off somewhere else"

"What about your family?" Doctor Vincent asked quietly.
Memories came flooding back like a waterfall pouring into my head. I couldn't stop the tears. The dripped down my face and fell into my hair.

"I don't have any family" The Doctor reached over and wiped a tear away withhis finger. I shivered when he touched me, leaving a tingling sensation on my cheek.
"My mother died when I was 5. My father decided he couldn't look after me, so he palmed me off at my Nanna's. She passed away 6 months ago, left me some money so I decided to get away, and go backpacking. Croatia! I'm in Croatia aren't I?"
He nodded, wiped another tear away and hand me a tissue, which I took. Reaching my hand up to clean my face, I felt my chest tighten painfully and gave a small sharp cry.
"Are you in pain Felicity?"
I nodded
"There is a button next to you, on the bed just there" He pointed to a small grey cylindrical thing. It had a button on the top of it, and I noticed it was hooked up to a machine, which in turn, was hooked up to the cannula in my wrist. Two bags were on the drip hooks, one slowly dripping into me, the other doing nothing.
"Its a PCP. Patient controlled pump. If you are in pain, press the button, and a measured amount of Morphine will be pumped into you. Give it a go, you are obviously feeling some pain"
I pressed the little button, and within seconds felt the soothing, pain killing properties of the drug rush around my body. I sighed gratefully.
"If for any reason you press the button, but you are in that much pain the PCP isn't working for you, press your call button and we will give you something else to help" He pointed to a unit on the side table, which had a bright orange button on it.
He sat back in the chair next to my bed and continued to flick through a chart. My chart, I thought. I lay back into the pillows and sighed
"How long?" I asked him.
He looked up at me from behind the chart, his blue eyes sparkling beautifully.
"How long what my dear?"
"How long will I be like this? Be stuck here, in this bed, unable to move or do anything. Please tell me it won't be long. I think I will go insane without anything to do"
He smiled gently, but behind that smile, and in those eyes, I could see something. I wasn't sure what that something was, but I could definatly see something.
"You'll be here for some time Felicity. You will more than likely sleep most of the time, one of the side effects of morphine is it makes people very sleepy. I can get you some books ad magazines if you'd like?"
I nodded. I was going to go crazy. I knew it.

 

[DanFS]

Silas was pleased that Felicity's memory was starting to return.
Her affirmation that she knew who and where she was, reassured him that the head injury wasn't as serious as it might have been. It seemed to be a rapidly fading concussion, after all.

He placed a cool hand upon her brow, as if feeling her temperature.

"How do you feel?" He asked, benevolently. "Any strange sensations, itching, tingling, anything?"

The revelation that she had no family pleased him immensely, together with the admittance that she had lived with her Grandmother, and therefore was most likely still pure, not defiled. This was perfect - young, pure, innocent and with so much to learn!

He considered his options. If she had medical insurance, she could stay here for a while, but it would leave a paper trail, which could be followed.

He hadn't found anything amongst her personal effects, but he needed to be sure.

"Felicity - do you have medical insurance?" Silas asked.

After a moment he continued.
"I know of a private facility. It used to be a Castle, and has top-notch staff and treatments. Its grounds are magnificent. I know the owner. I could see if you
could stay awhile, even if you're not insured - it would certainly provide many distractions for you while you recuperate - what do you think?"

 

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"How do you feel?" He asked, benevolently. "Any strange sensations, itching, tingling, anything?"

"I'm okay. Sore" I replied "I've been getting a tingling sensation across my chest, my breast mainly"

"Anywhere else?" The Doctor asked

I flushed bright red "Between my legs" I whispered.

"Well, don't worry about that. I can have a little look later, make sure everything is okay"

He asked if I had medical insurance, and I felt my heart rate shoot up, despite hearing it on the monitor.
"No" I whispered "Does this mean I'm in trouble? Am I going to have to pay thousands in medical costs?"
He patted my arm gently and looked me directly in the eye.

"I know of a private facility. It used to be a Castle, and has top-notch staff and treatments. Its grounds are magnificent. I know the owner. I could see if you could stay awhile, even thought you're not insured - it would certainly provide many distractions for you while you recuperate - what do you think?"

I faltered for a minute. A private facility did sound nice. It would keep me entertained whilst I was like this, and I wouldn't get any flash backs from my lack of insurance.

"Will you be there?" I asked him quietly. He nodded

"Sometimes" he replied with a smile.

"Okay. I'd like to go" I said with more confidence than I felt.

 

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Felicity admitted she had no medical insurance.
They both noticed her heart rate had shot up, even though the screen & speaker on the monitor confirmed it.

Silas smiled back at Felicity.
"Don't worry. My friend owes me a favour. I have already spoken to him and explained the situation. He is more than happy to accept you as a guest at the
clinic, for as long as you need. Don't worry about the expense, it is all taken care of."

He had also expected Felicity to question that arrangement, and had an answer prepared:
"A long time ago, I saved his life, during our time together in the Army. He promised me at that time, if I ever needed a favour, his life was forfeit to me,
and all I had to do was ask. So, I asked."

He then continued - "Felicity; it's obvious you have
no-one else. I'd like to become a part of your life.

He then smiled broadly and looked at her with those piercing, clear blue eyes, and asked "Think about it - living in the lap of luxury for free, whilst you
recover? You could have a wonderful lifestyle there.

You'd want for nothing in Croatia,I promise you. I can have a car here within an hour, to take us."

He had also foreseen her doubts for him accompanying her.
Once she said she wanted to go, his heart leapt!
He would be spening a bit more time with her thsan she suspected, but that was OK.

Silas hoped his efforts of imposing his will upon her, to lessen her unease had gone unnoticed. He hadn't tried that for several years, and so was out of
practice.

After a while, the transport arrived.
The Mercedes Private Ambulance was very well appointed. All black paintwork and windows made it look almost evil, but it would ensure her privacy, and
they would travel in comfort.
As they wheeled her aboard, on a special trolley, she noticed with surprise, a mini-bar, as well as a couple of DVD players with screens, a laptop which apparently has internet access, and there was even a microwave oven on-board!

There were leather seats for him and another two people in the main cabin, and another two leather captain's chairs up-front for the driver, and a co-
driver, if necessary.

Castle Eradescu looked imposing, even from a distance away. Located, just off the main road approaching the town of Desinica.

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The sign upon the gate read "Eradescu Private Estate - No Trespassing!" in six different languages.
(For those of you who want to know: English, Slovenian, Serbian, Croatian,
Hungarian & Romanian.)

The gothic appearance of the several towers made it look even more intimidating.

As they pulled to a stop at the gates, the driver lowered his window and punched a code into the keypad by the gate, which started to open after a couple of seconds.

The ambulance drove up a long gravel driveway to a grand entrance, with huge solid wooden doors, banded with wrought iron, rivetted
into the doors. They looked solid enough to stop a tank shell!

The walls of the castle were traditional thick stone, at least a metre thick. This castle was built when siege weapons could propel rocks the size of a small
car!

As they drew to a stop, the driver and his companion jumped out and opened the back doors, as Silas climbed out of a sliding door at the side. They gently lifted the trolley on which Felicity lay, and carried it to the entranceway, the floor of which was of grey granite.
The doors swung open with barely a sound, to reveal an expanse of flooring of pale grey marble. A young woman in a smart skirt suit stood a short way inside and smiled at the assembled party.

"Welcome!" She announced, in barely accented English, but there was a hint of slavic heritage in her voice.

"I am Miss Palovic, The Administrator here, at Castle Eradescu; We have a room already prepared for you, Miss Tameryn."

 

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As they loaded me onto the private ambulance, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I glanced over at Dr Vincent whilst the porters hooked me up to various machines and got me comfortable.
It was like he could read me completely, and knew I was feeling a little worried and troubled, so he walked over. I wondered if it had something to do with the fact the when I became anxious, my heart rate shot up. Of course he couldn't read my emotions, I scolded myself. Placing his hand on my arm, I received the same tingling sensation as before and shivered.

"Everything is going to be okay Felicity" He said to me, checking the equipment was all present and correct. He looked at me, and as soon as our eyes locked I felt a blanket of calm descend all around me, it was so comforting that I laid back into it and let it wrap around me. Instantly my heart rate slowed down, and I relaxed. Dr Vincent smiled and walked off to speak with the porter and driver. I saw the Driver walk off with his companion, an heard the doors open in the front of the ambulance. Dr Vincent got in the back, pulling the doors closed behind him. He readjusted my drip, took a few notes, then sat down in the leather chair and buckled up his seatbelt. He popped a DVD into the little slot, and a movie started up on a screen I hadn't really noticed.

I pressed the PCP button and sighed as I felt the pain leave my body.
Dr Vincent checked the machines once more, then tapped on the glass panel between us and the driver

"mi jesu gotovs , dozvoljava ići"

His order to get moving was complied with, I heard the ambulance start up and suddenly, we were moving.
I shifted on the trolley slightly, It was comfortable as far as trolleys go, but I was slightly apprehensive and couldn't get comfortable.
Dr Vincent noticed me shifting about and scolded me lightly

"You shouldn't be wriggling like that, you might do some more damage to yourself. Are you in pain?" He asked, placing a cool hand on my forehead.

"A little, in my leg. Its not to bad though. I'm just a little uncomfortable that's all"

"I can give you something extra for the pain? It will help you sleep during the journey also" He said, reaching into a cabinet and pulling out a syringe and a little ampoule of medication.

"Please. I feel a little queasy, so sleep would be welcomed"

He nodded, and pushed the clear liquid into the cannula. Instantly I felt strange. This wasn't like the morphine he had been giving me, this was much much stronger. It hit me like a kick from a horse, my pain, nausea and fears drifted away, and before I had chance to speak, a moment to thank Dr Vincent, I saw his smiling face over me and I drifted off into a deep, heavy sleep.

***​

Opening my eyes, I looked at my surroundings. I was in a forest, or very dense woodlands. I glanced down at my feet and noticed I was wearing no shoes, and my feet glided happily across the moss covered floor. My cast was gone, and I realised with a jolt, I could breath easily again. Absent mindedly my hands rested on my chest, and when I felt the material beneath my fingertips, my eyes focused on my clothing. I wore a long cream, silk gown. It was quite stunning, decorated with lace and beading. It hung beautifully from my body. Why was I in the woods, I mused to myself. Had I really slept through the recuperation of my broken body and now wandering the grounds as I pleased? Surely I wasn't that lucky. But I could think of no other reason why I was here, nor why I was dressed in such a beautiful gown, but where had I left my shoes? A spark of recollection bubbled up in my head. Silas! I was in the woods with Silas. 'Picnic' my brain screamed at me. The memories came flooding back then as the blazing sun found its way through little gaps in the canopy above. I had come out here for a picnic with Dr Vincent, who by now had insisted I call him Silas. He was somewhere around, laying on a blanket, with my shoes. I remembered taking them off now, so I could feel the cool moss beneath my feet and between my toes. I wandered back in a direction that felt right, and my feet carried me back to him. He was lying back, his arms beneath his head, letting the hot sun beam down on him. Silas had his eyes closed as he lay on the blanket, so I decided to sneak up on him, I started creeping forwards. The moment my foot touched the blanket, his eyes shoot open and he grabbed my ankle.
"You have to be much quieter than that Moj Dijete"
I felt my chest swell at the pet name he had given me, roughly translated it meant 'My little one'. I giggled and flopped to the floor. Reaching over him, I grabbed a piece of Mlinci, Croatian flat bread, and started nibbling on it thoughtfully.
"What are you thinking about Moj Dijete?" I looked up to see Silas staring at me intently. I blushed.
"Not an awful lot Silas" I sighed
"Then why are you blushing?" He asked with a twinkle in his deep blue eyes "And why are you quiet. You are never quiet Felicity, most of the time you are talking that tongue out of your head!"
I laughed "I don't know. My mind is full of everything as usual. I am just enjoying the silence" I smiled at him. He pushed himself up, and took a sip of his red wine. I reached over and grabbed my water bottle, taking a deep drink, and looking longingly at Silas's wine
"No" He said sternly. I started to protest and whinge "Oh come on Silas, just one glass?", but he gave me a look and I dropped my gaze
"You know you can't, not with the combination of pain killers I've got you on" I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed
"Maybe it is a bit cruel, me drinking it whilst you can't, but you know I can't help what Anja packs, you know what she is like"
I did. Anja had been trying to fatten me up since the day I arrived. She knew my likes and dislikes very well now, and she already knew what Silas liked. I couldn't help what she packed.
"I have a surprise for you Moj Dijete" Silas said, moving slightly closer. I heard the tone in his voice and I trembled slightly, though I didn't know why, something about the way he spoke made every hair on my body stand up with goose pimples
"What sort of surprise?" I asked warily.
"You'll like it, I promise Moj Dijete, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me Felicity?"
I was shocked by the question.Of course I trusted him. My life had been in his hands for many weeks now, and since the accident, he really was the only person I trusted enough to speak with about anything.
"Of course I trust you!" I said a little indignantly. He nodded again, and standing up, he held his hand out for me so I could get to my feet.
"Good" Silas said "We'll be doing your examination out here today then sweetheart"
I groaned as I got to my feet "That is NOT a good surprise Silas"
"You'd be surprised" He said with a wink.
"Can we not just wait until we get back to my room. Please Silas" I whinged just a little
"Nope" He said shaking his head. I sighed. Why he still had to examine me when I was almost healed I didn't know. Taking my hand, he led me over to a denser area of the woods. I saw heavy ropes attached to two very close trees. Panic kicked in, nagging at the back of my mind, desperately trying to get forwards. He squeezed my hand tightly in his, and instantly I felt a blanket of calm descend on me.
I had long since gotten used to being tied up. Every time Silas had examined me over the long weeks spent at Castle Eradescu, he had instructed a nurse to cuff my ankle and wrists with fluffy lined leather cuffs. More for my protection than his, he told me on the first day. The examinations would sometimes be long, and possibly painful and he didn't want me bucking around on the bed doing more damage to myself. He was right about the examinations being painful. I gulped down on deep lungfuls of entonox the nurse provided until I was dizzy that first time. I learnt how to use it properly and for full effect after that. They were also embarrassing, as Silas insisted on checking out this insistent tingling sensation I kept getting across my breasts and between my legs.
Silas brought me back to reality "Close you eyes Moj Dijete, and keep them closed okay?" I nodded and shut my eyes. Silas took hold of my right hand, and I felt a cuff being clipped around it, he did the same for my left. I heard a loud click, and assuming it was the cuffs being attached to the ropes binding the trees, my body shook a little in fear. Once again, a blanket of calm enveloped me, and I sagged slightly in the restraints. I felt tugging on my arms, and nearly opened my eyes. When I felt the Ankle restraints clipped around my feet, sweat started to break out in little beads across my forehead
"Silas..." I murmured
"Shhhh Moj Dijete" He soothed, running his cool hands up and down the back of my calf. His hand was suddenly gone and I felt the same tugging sensation, and shifted my feet to accommodate the pressure. I realised I was spread eagle between two trees, but before I could freak out Silas was behind me, stroking my neck.
"Are you ready little one?" He whispered in my ear. I couldn't find my tongue, so simply nodded.
"Be still now, it won't take long." Silas's voice flowed into my mind at the same moment I felt his warmth began to fill me, the even stream of blood like an internal caress.
In the same moment his hand closed over the handle of the crop lying on the floor in front of me, I opened my eyes. Before I could speak or protest, my body stiffened and Silas rained lightening fast blows over my arse, spreading the strikes over the silk covered flesh in silent assault, the only sounds in the woods being my horrified screams of surprised shock and pain, and the sound 'Swish, Thwack' of each contact.
He finally stopped, after how many blows I did not know, and ran a nail down my spine, settling on the raised and painful skin of my ass.
I was openly crying now, not understanding what on earth had just happened, when I felt Silas come up behind me and whisper in my ear

"From the first moment I saw you in the hospital I have wanted to do that" He growled. Silas ran a finger up my leg, and settled on my mound. Roughly pulling my knickers to one side, he swirled a finger around my hole and then chuckled in my ear "I think you enjoyed that, judging by how wet you are" He kissed my shoulder and swirled his finger some more. I blazed bright red as my body flushed with embarrassment, and felt angry at my body for betraying me. A little whisper in my mind sprang to life then "Your body is not betraying you Felicity, from the moment you opened your eyes and he was there, you wanted him"
'I never wanted this though. This pain' I hissed back, a war raging in my head "No, you didn't, but your enjoying it aren't you?"
I was defeated, and felt Silas run his finger from my aching hole up, stopping over my tight puckered ass.
I almost sprang to my tiptoes when I felt him probe at my most intimate, sinful of places
"Silas, No!" I cried. He chuckled softly in my ear and pushed some more. As I felt his finger slip past the tight muscle, I screamed as a burning hot pain shot through my body, despite the fact his finger was as cold as ice. He pushed in further, then, wetting another finger in my juices, I felt his second finger probe into me. I moaned then, and sagged in my bonds, accidentally coming off my tiptoes and sliding down, impaling myself on his two fingers. I cried out and he laughed, nipping my shoulder with teeth that felt razor sharp against my delicate skin.
Silas sped up his assault on my ass, pulling out and quickly ramming his fingers back in. In and out, In and out, his rhythm ne4ver failed. As quickly as it had begun, it finished.

"Silas Please!" I begged

"Please what Little one?" he murmured. I wanted to say 'please stop' or anything kindred to that, but I couldn't get the words out. He pulled away from me, and it felt like all the heat had been sucked from my body. I heard Silas rustling around in a bag, and then he was back behind me.
He leant close to my ear, and caught the lobe between his teeth, causing me to groan and squirm. Letting go, his voice became soft and gentle, the Silas I knew and adored.
"Now Moj Dijete, Do no move an inch, do you understand me?" I nodded, and couldn't understand why I wasn't terrified. "Its because you want this" my mind screamed at me.
When I felt the sharp metal of a blade pressing against my neck, I did freeze. Whilst I wasn't utterly petrified by this like I should have been, I still felt a cold trickle of fear seeping into my body.
As I heard the material of my dress ripping, I couldn't help mutter a little prayer thanking god Silas didn't intend to mutilate or kill me...'yet' my mind whispered.
I heard Silas muttering to himself as he cut my dress from me
"Such a shame, I liked this dress on you Felicity. It made you look absolutely beautiful. Shame to ruin it. But never mind, I can always get Anja to buy you a new one"
Shame burnt my face, as he finished cutting away the dress and it fell to the floor in tatters.
He walked around the front now, circling me like a lion circles his prey. Brandishing a surgical scalpel, I cringed when I saw it in his hand. He moved forwards, brought his fingers up and stroked my cheek gently.
"You are so very beautiful Little one" I looked up into his eyes and they were like pools of water, swirling with passion. His fingers trailed down my jaw, my neck, across my breast. When he reached my nipple, I took in a sharp intake of breath at exactly the same time Silas did. He brought up his hand holding the scalpel, and expertly cut my lace bra away. I almost sighed from the release. My breast had been bound up for such a long time in a shitty hospital support bra due to my cracked ribs, and I had complained so much about it, when they had let me remove it this morning, Silas had presented me with a pretty box, tied with a bow. Inside was an adorable white lace bra and panties set. I had blushed furiously when I opened it, but he just asked if I liked it, and then left the room. I never imagined he had brought it for his own purposes.
He stroked my nipples, switching between them equally, and bent his head down. I felt his tongue flick out and I thought I was going to die and go to heaven. 'See' my mind hissed viciously, 'you DO want him'
I moaned loudly when I felt his mouth clamp down, his teeth grazing the soft skin. Silas moved his hands gently down my body, tiptoeing his fingers down my stomach, his mouth never leaving my breast. Within seconds he had cut the knickers from my hips. I gasped when I felt his fingers slide through the soft downy red curls between my legs. Silas pulled away and I could hear my mind protest, not wanting him to stop. He slipped out of sight, and I twisted and turned, trying to see where he had gone. I felt his hands on my lower back, My ass was still on fire, inside and out, I lowered my head, using every ounce of willpower to fight the desperate need to jerk away from his fingers, which were now tracing the welts and bruising that no doubt was blooming across my buttocks. I closed my eyes, chewed on my lip gently, and waited, unsure of what sensation would come next. Would he whip me again? Touch me again? Anticipation...need...want, all bloomed inside me, and I was shocked at my reaction.
Silas's body was warm as he moved against me. I realised he was naked when the soft tickle of his body hair rubbing over my tender, flushed and glowing skin. I felt Silas's cock, like a red hot poker, resting against the crack of my ass.
The fingers on his left hand pressed hard into the soft, pliable flesh of my backside, Which created points of centralised pain. I cried out, he laughed.
I felt Silas guide the head of his cock to the opening of my pussy and I moaned in anticipation. Silas pushed forward, releasing the hold on his penis and using both hands, he grabbed at my hips, intensifying the feelings that washed over me. Half the head of his cock entered me, and I could barely stand the pressure. I tried to struggle free, crying out loudly
"Silas Please, don't do this, I...I can't. It hurts to much. Please Silas stop!"
Without a word he tightened his grip on my flaming arse and held me still. He stayed incredibly still, freezing his own motion, then suddenly I felt him pushing in with excruciating slowness, feeling the resistance of my hymen.
Throwing my head back, my long red curls whipped over the reddened flesh at the bottom of my back.
A deep, guttural cry of need escaped from my lips, as prick entered me.
I fought the instinct to push back down and impale my body on him, instead begging him to stop, the words coming out in a whimper that filled the silence of the forest.
He leant down and murmured in my ear, nipping at my earlobe.

"This is going to hurt my sweet, but not for long, I promise. I whimpered, terrified of what was about to happen. "I will do it fast, don't worry"

I could feel the tears pouring down my face. I closed my eyes shut as tight as they would go. Silas brought his hand round to the front of my stomach. He buried his fingers once more inside the small tuft of pubic hair. Once his fingers found what they were looking for, Silas started to rub circles around my clitoris. I let out a deep sigh of pleasure, and, without an prior warning, Silas rammed his cock deep inside me. I screamed, so loudly I thought I would faint, as I felt Silas tear my hymen. My noise reverberated through the forest like an echo. I felt Silas stroking my back, whispering soothing words in my ear. He had frozen still whilst I got used to the pain I imagined. I felt him pull out slowly, only leaving the head of his cock inside me. Then he pushed back in. I let out a cry of pain, and he held still once again. This continued for what seemed like hours, but must have only been minutes. The pain ebbed to a dull ache, and eventually I was able to accommodate him with out screaming in agony. Silas continued the slow torturous fuck, until I was screaming something very different to before

"Silas please fuck me" I begged, pushing back onto him

"In good time little one...in good time" he chuckled down my ear, edging forward. He leaned over my body and gathering my hair in one fast swiping motion, wrapped its leangth over his hand. At first I thought he was just moving my hair out of the way; then I felt the pull. He tugged back hard on my hair exposing my neck, and gasps, mingled with tears of pain, left my lips in surprise. He landed gentle kisses near my pulse, and I was sure he could feel the blood pumping through me manically.

"This will only hurt for a second little one" he whispered. I was confused, and I froze. What could he possibly be going to do to me now?
His hand came upto my neck, and I felt something sharp and cold pressing into my skin. My mind whirled and I tried to twist my head to see what he was doing, but my attempts were all in vain. I felt sick. I knew what that was. It was the scalpel. I felt Silas push his body forwards, and shooting pains shot across my stomach as he forced into so hard and deep I thought he would split me in two. These pains were numbed however, when I remembered the cold metal against my neck, and felt it bite into the skin, and a sharp burning sensation combined with the scent of blood filled my head. The col metal was moved away, and replaced by his mouth. His icy lips locked around the small cut he had made and as he clamped down, I found myself unable to feel anything else.
Slowly...deliberately...Silas ground against me, rubbing the hair of his body against my tender skin.
Silas still had a hold on my hair, however he was now tugging it playfully as he bit into my neck.
Sliding his cock in and out of me, Silas finally let my neck go, and moved to my ear, nipping it gently. Silas started murmuring words of praise in my ear. How I pleased him so very much...What a good girl I had been for him...How nice, hot and untouched my pussy was for him...How tight I was...How untainted my blood was.

Throughout it all I whimpered, tiny explosions of heat behind my eyes, my thighs shaking, my clit throbbed with each beat of my heat. I moaned loudly as an especially deep, hard thrust took me off guard, and my body started to give in, pushing back against him so close to orgasm I nearly screamed.
Instantly his nails dug deeper into my thighs, his grip on my hair became exquisitly painful stiling my movement as he began to fuck me faster, each pounding thrust pushing him higher and deeper inside me. This thrust sent him over the edge, and I felt him swell inside me, Silas moaned loudly as he spurted inside me. He slumped against me slightly, then, kissing my neck, he pulled himself from inside me and came round to my front. As I looked into his beautiful eyes, I knew I was his. He kissed me hard on the mouth, and I could taste the sick metallic taste of my own blood On his lips.
Pulling away, his eyes glistening, Silas followed the bright red trail of blood that had dripped down my throat and onto my chest. The contrast against my pale white skin was so great, it nearly glistened.
I watched as the light dance off the shiny metal blade. Silas touched the tip of the blade to my stomach, looking into my eyes as he used a slight bit of pressure, increasing in an excruciatingly slow manner until it finally broke through my skin. The blood, free of its confines of skin and capillaries spilled on to my pale white skin and onto his fingers, waiting below the cut.
Suddenly I felt his teeth on my skin...softly scraping, slowly penetrating until he is down on his knees and tasting blood. .Again, I felt him clamp down on the cut, as his fingers moved to find my clit. When they did I wanted to scream out with pleasure.
As suddenly as it began, Silas removed his mouth from the cut he looked up at me, and something in his eyes sent chills down my spine...something i'd never seen before. Something electric.
Silas asked, his voice a soft whisper, "Who do you belong to, little one?" Upon completion of that simple question, his tongue caught a deviant drop of blood from the wound on my stomach...his eyes closed, savouring the sickly sweet metal taste.

I was caught between anguish and pleasure

My eyes conveyed everything I couldn't find words for...but it wasn't enough. I couldn't speak, the moment was too amazing and I was on the verge of orgasm. Silas smiled, urging me to speak, to answer him.
"Untie me" I begged. He reached up and uncuffed my wrists, I rolled my arms to ease the cramping.
Slowly I touched the cut on my neck, coating my fingertip with blood...bringing it up to my lips, I slowly licked them clean. He moaned, and dropped down on his knees further. I felt hot breath on my pussy, and as his tongue darted out against my clit, I couldn't contain myself anymore. With just a few licks, I had hit the top and crashed over. Screaming out in tandem with my orgasm, Silas slowed down as I reached the end and...

A sudden bump in the road brought me out of my deep sleep and I howled in pain. I looked round, confused for a few moments, getting my bearings. I noticed the wires, monitors and my stiff body. When a cool hand touched my arm, I turned towards its owner.

"Dr Vincent!" I exclaimed

"Yes my dear. Did you have a pleasant sleep? We will be arriving soon. Are you in much pain or do you feel okay?" He asked me with a knowing twinkle in his eye.
I blushed bright red as the dream came back to me. I just hoped I hadn't called out in my sleep or anything else equally mortifying. The way he was looking at me though made me shiver a little. I shook my head. He couldn't have had anything to do with that dream, that was impossible.

"I'm fine" I said flopping back on my pillows.
The taste of blood lingered on my lips and tongue. I could still feel his lips on my skin, could still feel the blood seeping from my skin.
Your going mad, I scolded myself. I could't disagree.

 

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Silas asked When Felicity awoke:
"Yes my dear. Did you have a pleasant sleep? We will be arriving soon. Are you in much pain or do you feel okay?"

"I'm fine" she replied, flopping back on my pillows.

Silas had planted a suggestion within Felicity's mind whilst she slept to make her more pliable, in relation to his longer term goals, as far as she was concerned.

He had insinuated the dream theme of erotic bondage, in the forest, and the images of bloodletting, to ensure that by the time those things actaully happened, she would be a little more relaxed about them.

He already knew from her reactions to various stimuli that she thought him attractive. Linking the eroticism of the taste and sensations of bloodletting, flowing, and being swallowed, together with the pleasure of the various sexual acts would make her more likely to
accede later when her mind unconsciously links blood with sexual enjoyment.

This was only a few minutes before they arrived at Castle Eradescu.

Silas noticed that she seemed to be disorientated. That was quite normal, under the circumstances. When he saw her blush as she recalled her dream, then lick her lips, tasting the 'dream' blood, he had to hide a smile. Her slightly embarrassed disposition showed she had succumbed to the dream's effects.

They had arrived. Miss Palovic, The Administrator welcomed them all.

As she turned to walk to Felicity's room, the ambulance driver and his assistant acted as porters, and wheeled the trolley across the plush lobby floor, the rubber tyres squeaking on the marble.
They passed through several sets of double doors, these much more modern looking - typical of a private hospital, and along either sides were rooms, with nameplates mounted upon them. Most of the nameplate were blank.
As the party passed one room, several unusual sounds could be heard from within. Silas looked at Felicity's face.
Did she equate those sounds with sex?

At last, they came to Felicity's room. The nameplate announced "Miss Felicity Tameryn."
The double doors were opened and the trolley whelled in, next to the bed. With the two 'porters' Silas helped them to gently lift Felicity from the trolley onto the bed. Miss Palovic kept all the leads & hoses out of harm's way during the manoeuvre.

Above the bed was a suspension crane, for the inevitable traction on her broken leg.

Several monitors lined the walls, all inactive at present.

As the porters took the trolley away from the bed, they both turned and bowed to Felicity and then left, with the trolley. Miss Palovic also took her leave, saying that she would return later.

This left Silas alone with Felicity.

He busied himself rigging her leg into traction, as she spoke.
"When we are alone here, Felicity, feel free to call me Silas. I think Dr. Vincent sounds so stuffy!"

When satisfied, he looked down at her, and said:
"I hope you enjoy your stay here. This really is a most remarkable place!"

He hooked the PCP cable up to the feed and left it on the bed within easy reach, and smiled.

"Did you mention earlier, any tingling? I only ask that the drugs have a common side effect, which is often tingling in the extremities. Nothing to worry about!"

 

[zoelikesjam]

The Brass plate on the door announced my arrival and I couldn't help but smile. I stored away a thought to ask Miss Palovic if I could take it home with me when I left. It was so polished, the perfect announcement for a private facility.
The hospital was amazing. Some parts looking so polished and new, others old and worn. The eclectic mixture was very comforting.

I felt slightly disorientated which was frustrating me a little. As they had wheeled me down the brightly lit hallways I had heard screams and groans. This worried me slightly, were people in pain here? Or were their treatments just painful? I looked over at Dr.Vincent for reassurance. He looked at me and smiled.
I blushed furiously as an image from the dream popped before my eyes.

They wheeled me into my room. It was large by anyone's standards, painted in hues of yellow and grey. The colours softened the rooms angular boxy shape. I could see another door, and assumed it led to a shower room. A huge bed stood proud in the corner, not a single, but not quite a double in size, the mattress, quilt and pillows looked positively lush! I hardly noticed the many monitors and wires surrounding it. A huge panelled window with a big arch was next to the bed, and the other side of that a chair. The chair looked so comfortable, it made me want to curl up like a child in it.
Overall, the room was as non medical as it could be. Flowers stood on a beautiful white carved dressing table, complete with stool; that I ached to sit in front of and brush my hair, whilst wearing a long white nightgown, akin to something out of a Pride& Prejudice. A book shelf, lined with books, covered one wall.
As they shuffled me over onto my new bed I sighed in happiness as I lay back into the soft, feather filled pillows.
As Dr.Vincent hooked my leg back up into the traction sling, I noticed little flowers embroidered on the slings material and couldn't help but gape. This was one heck of a private hospital!
Dr.Vincent dismissed the others, and methodically checked, and hooked me up to drips, the heart monitor, the PCP and other medical implements.
As soon as he attached the PCP I hit the button as I was starting to feel terrible pain in my chest and leg. The medication hit, and I started to feel a little drowsy, almost sedated. Aware of everything just not awake properly.

"When we are alone here, Felicity, feel free to call me Silas"

"Okay Dr.Vin...Sorry, I mean Silas" I slurred a little. My tongue felt heavy and fat in my mouth, and my mouth was insanely dry. The pain had faded into a dull ache, and I was finding it difficult to focus, but I was still extremely aware that Dr.Vincent was there with me, making sure all the machines worked, a touch here, brush of skin there. Oh I knew he was there alright.

"I hope you enjoy your stay here. This really is a most remarkable place!"

I strained to sit up a little on my pillow "It sure is remarkable. And truly beautiful. I don't think I've ever been anywhere where I felt so comfortable and relaxed" I told him.

"Good! Its great that you feel so relaxed here Felicity, it means your recovery will be faster. The more relaxed and happy you are, the better your body feels. Now, talking about feelings Missy, Didn't you mention earlier some tingling? I only ask as some of the the drugs have a side effect, which is often tingling in the extremities. Nothing to worry about! But I will just check it over, make sure it is just what I say. I will also check your ribs, head and leg if that's okay Felicity?"

"Of course it is Doctor..." I broke off when he gave me a stern look "Sorry, Silas. I am at your mercy, as they say!" I giggled and little and saw a smile across Dr.Vincent's face. I had to stop my self from gasping when I heard the low chuckle coming from his mouth. My head swam, my nipples hardened and I swear I felt my pussy clench at the sound. I scolded myself. That bloody dream...

 

[DanFS]

Silas couldn't help but smile when Felicity said:

"Sorry, Silas. I am at your mercy, as they say!"

How little did she know...

As Felicity lay there, Silas advised her to lie back and relax.
"I'm going to examine you, Felicity. Check your head, your ribs, your leg, and the tingling you spoke of.

Can you tell me where, or show me?"

Silas unwrapped the head bandage and smiled.
"That's so much better. Just a band-aid now, I think, and then nothing after the next couple of days."

He then started to press gently along her ribs, to feel the swelling over the fractures. Her skin felt soft and warm. As he caressed her flesh, he thought he
heard a gasp.

"Well, your ribs are healing well. It will be sore for a while yet. can you show me where the tingling was?

Maybe you've got a skin infection - it happens sometimes."

Felicity looks a little drowsy, due to the medication, and she says "Ummm...on my boobs, and you know.....down there?"

Silas nodded and said "That's unusual, as its normally on other 'extremities'.
Remember, I'm a Doctor. Let me know if you feel anything, OK?"
After a short pause:
"Felicity - I'm going to start my exam now."
He started to undo the top of her gown, and stroked her breasts. He knew that she could feel what he was doing and was aware of his words, but wasn't wide awake.

She gasped and her head relaxed into the pillow, as she felt his caress and the tingling returned. He teased one nipple into a taut bud, and then switched
his attention to the other, until they were both standing proud, as she became aroused.

"How does that feel, Felicity? Any tingling?"

Then he withdrew his hand and moved to her leg. He examined the plaster and looked at the condition of the skin around the edges of the plaster cast.
"Everything seems OK with your leg. It will itch, I'm afraid, but that's normal."

He then ran a fingertip up above the plaster onto her thigh, and further up toward her crotch.

Because of the traction crane, her legs were already parted, and Silas stroked upwards, just teasing along the lips of her pussy, over her underwear.

Her reaction betrayed her, as she moaned, only slightly, but it was enough.
She opened her eyes and her pupils were dilated, and she looked blissfully relaxed, although she was getting hornier by the minute.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I felt Dr.Vincent's fingers move gently over my chest, palpating my rips. Once or twice his hands slipped above or below the cast encasing my chest, and I couldn't help the gasp escaping from my mouth.

"Well, your ribs are healing well. It will be sore for a while yet. can you show me where the tingling was?"

I was mortified when he asked, and mumbled out my reply as I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.

I was feeling incredibly drowsy, and had started to drift off, when I felt his fingers brush against my nipple. He squeezed my breast in his hand gently and then started to roll my nipple between his fingers. I could feel my pussy throbbing and was mortified at my reaction, and internally scolded myself. But not before another small gasp left my mouth.

"How does that feel, Felicity? Any tingling?" Dr.Vincent asked.

I wanted to tell him how it really felt. How he set my whole body on fire with just that one touch, but of course I couldn't.

"Yes, I can still feel the tingling" I said, a little too breathlessly for my liking "It feels okay though"

I felt him move down my body, giving my leg the once over. Then his fingers were running up the inside of my thigh, brushing over the top of my knickers. I was in such a state of relaxation from the morphine, I could not help the small moan that I issued. I felt his fingers freeze a moment. And embarrassingly enough my mind screamed, 'Don't stop!'. My eyes shot open and I caught his, blushing furiously.
Dr.Vincent did stop however, and he moved upto my hips. I closed my eyes then, resting into the softness and warmth of the bed, I started to drift of to sleep.

When his hands started to remove my underwear however, my mind sprung to life again. I kept my eyes firmly shut. He was going to examine me. I felt my body suddenly go hot and cold. My eyes stayed closed, and I waited.

 

[DanFS]

Silas was well aware of what he was doing to her.She was fast falling under his spell. It seemed so unfair to influence her like this, with his willpower so much stronger than hers. With her resistance lowered by the painkillers, it wasn't really sport, but she was very attractive, and he wanted her so badly!

"Felicity - I have to examine you. I need to record certain responses, which are most reliable when you are relaxed like now. Just lie back and let it happen. Some people actually enjoy this - I hope you do!"

Silas started with the medical exam, with a scope to magnify the entrance to the vagina. He examined the entrance to the Urethra, ensuring it wasn't blocked, or scarred. He then gently pushed on her abdomen, noting that her bladder was becoming full.
He used a speculum to examine her internally, and was happy to see that she was perfectly healthy. She seemed to be a virgin, but he would have to verify she had never had sex.

He leant over the bed and spoke to her in a voice just above a whisper.
"Felicity - you need to pee. As you are so relaxed, I am going to fit you with a catheter, which means you won't have to keep getting up to go to the toilet for a day or so.
I need to moisten you slightly to make it eaier to fit. just relax."

He then removed the scope and gently inserted a fingertip, just inside her entrance.
He continued to whisper:
"Imagine Felicity - you are in the forest, naked. You are tied between two trees, bound at the wrists and ankles. You feel so wanton, so alive!"

At this, Silas reached up with his other hand, and grabbed a breast through her gown, and massaged the little bud growing there, which soon stood up of its own accord.

He smiled as he continued.
"You can feel him behind you, caressing your breasts, nibbling at your neck, you feel the electricity course through you, and hit your nipples and clit. The pleasant buzz in your pussy, makes you moan with pleasure. You arch your back into him, feeling the solid prescence of his muscular body behind you."

Silas then started to manipulate his finger, slowly sliding in and out, as the first drops of her pussy juice did their work.

Although she was held fast by the traction crane, she still moved her hips, obviously living the scene in her imagination. A cute half-smile, dreamy and pleasant sat on her face, as Silas
continued.

"Then he grabs the front of the filmy white gown you wear and slides it off your shoulders, before ripping it right off you.
He whispers in your ear, with obvious passion 'Shall I take you, Felicity, make you a woman, make you mine?' "

Silas then plunged his finger inside her and flicked his thumb over her clit.
She gasped then and he knew that she was getting closer.

"That's right, Felicity. You feel his hardness behind you, as his cock nudges against your pussy from behind. You cannot resist. You don't want to resist. You WANT this, you NEED this. Feel him push slowly into you."

He added another finger a minute later, and flicked his thumb back and forth across her clit, which was now a hard little button peeking out from the top of her pussy.
"Ride it Felicity. Doesn't that feel good?"

He was now fucking her steadily with two fingers, and enjoying her body's reactions. He could feel his own hardness, and so wanted to climb on top of the bed and penetrate her.
It wouldn't be making love, no, because she wasn't in control, and couldn't react of her own accord, with passion & need.

He gradually increased the tempo, and after another thirty seconds, Felicity peaked. She gave a loud moan, and said something, although Silas couldn't mke it out, but the smile upon her face spoke volumes.

She was now incredibly wet, and once Silas was satisfied she was caling agin, he selected a catheter kit and prepared to insert it into her, to enable her to pee.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I felt like I was floating away. I felt slightly sick and wondered how much morphine I had in my system, too much I idly thought.
I came to slightly, as I felt the Doctor slide down my underwear.

"Felicity - I have to examine you. I need to record certain responses, which are most reliable when you are relaxed like now. Just lie back and let it happen. Some people actually enjoy this - I hope you do!"

His hands on my hips, kneading the soft skin. I moaned quietly.
I washed away on another wave of sleepiness. I felt Silas spread me open, brushing his fingers across my opening. When I felt his palm press on my stomach a sharp pain shot through me and It woke me up slightly.

The Doctor hitched my legs wider, pulling my right leg slightly, opening me wide. I was as concious as I could be when I felt the cold jelly, and the awful iciness of whatever metal instrument it was he was pushing inside me.
Pain bloomed between my legs and I couldn't help crying out. I felt Silas's cold hand on my hip, and heard his soothing words.

I opened my eyes just in time to see him leaning over the bed, whispering to me in a tone that instantly put me at ease.
He said something about me needing to pee but I wasn't listening. Especially when I felt the familiar icy tingle of his finger slide inside my pussy.
Silas was so close to my ear I could feel his breath, and when he started talking about my dream I thought I had fallen asleep again, as I was instantly transported there.
The trees spouted up around me, the feelings. Everything, except, I could still hear Dr.Vincent whispering instructions into my ear.
His palm on my breast.
His fingers toying with my nipple through my gown.
Lifting my hips to meet his searching fingers.

It wasn't painful. Not like the speculum. And I could feel every single touch, every caress. I was totally aware of my surroundings, but not. In a weird transported mind warp kind of way.
I couldn't help the smile and the groan that left my lips when Silas whispered to me.

"'Shall I take you, Felicity, make you a woman, make you mine?'"

I wanted to cry out yes, but when I felt his finger plunge into me I cried out, and when the pad of his thumb hit my clit I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
I gasped loudly and bucked my hips some more.

I felt Silas add another finger, all the while his thumb circling my clitoris.

I couldn't help the noise's I was now making, and despite being aware of my surroundings I didn't care. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real.

I felt pressure building up inside me and wanted to scream so loud it hurt my throat. Wave after wave flushed over me and I couldn't stop my cries of needing and wanting him, though I doubted he could hear.

I could feel my body coming down, hear the monitors calming, the beeps, changing from frantic rapid sounds to the low, slow hum in the background.

Silas still had his fingers and thumb surrounding my clit and opening my pussy lips, but he had suddenly become methodical and medical once again.
I felt pressure between my legs, and cried out as something sharp pushed inside me. Silas soothed and shushed me, explaining it would only hurt for a few seconds as the catheter went in. I lay back in the bed and tried to relax like he told me, trying to conjure up thoughts of the woods again, whilst figuring out what had just happened.

Silas moved up the bed, and taking my hand holding the morphine pump he hit the button once again, then, before I could completely fade off, he leaned down and whispered in my ear

"Good Girl Moj Deijete. You are all mine now"

And I faded off into the darkness

 

[DanFS]

Silas had checked in on Felicity twice in the night, before retiring himself. She was out like a light.
On the last occasion, he stood next to the bed and rested his palms gently against the sides of the head. Then he implanted some more suggestions into her subconcious.

He left her until morning, and visited her after 9am, when she had eaten breakfast, and the nurses had been in with her to wash her.

"Good morning, Felicity. How do you feel today?"

She nodded that she was OK, and said as much, but he could tell, something wasn't quite right.

As he took a breath, he thought he detected her scent, stronger than normal. Her womanly scent.
'Had she been pleasuring herself, just before I arrived?' He thought.

"Felicity - I need to check your wounds again. Just lie back please."

Silas pateintly checked her head, which was now just a small scratch, and her ribs which had started to knit well, and he starte to remove the bandages, as she no longer needed their support. She could use a posture belt, if she needed a little support occasionally.

Her leg was also healing well, but she needed the traction for a little longer.

As his hands had inched up her gown, so he could check the bandage near the top of her leg, her scent was much stronger.

He could also see he crotch of her underwear had a small wet spot just over her pussy.

He decided to see how frustrated she was.

"Felicity - are you OK? You seem a little flushed."

She really blushed then.

He reached up and cupped her pussy, quite blatantly, over her panties, with the palm of his hand and looked her in the eye as he asked:
"Are you aroused, Felicity? Should I leave you alone?"

Her blush grew deeper and she looked about to say something, then stopped.

He turned back and locked the door, then came back and stood next to the bed.

"I know you want me. I want you too, Felicity. You are a very attractive young woman."

He then placed his hand at the top of her thigh and massaged her pussy lips gently through her panties. he could feel the dampness beneath.

 

[zoelikesjam]

I slept fitfully, Images and dreams of Dr.Vincent pierced through my deep slumber. I woke a few times in pain, and was aware of the nurse working the night shift working in the room, twiddling monitors and drips. When I woke with a start after one particularly vivid dream, involving several acts of sex I didn't even know existed, let alone thought I knew about, burst though my sleep. It left me breathless and I couldn't stop thinking of Silas.
When my nurse walked in with my breakfast tray, she was full of sparkle and smile. I couldn't help smiling back. She busied herself with my chart and checks as I ate, silently replaying the various dreams over and over in my head.
When I had finished my food, she brought in a bowl of water, and some luxurious smelling bath oil, and washed me down as she filled me in with her plans for the day. I listened, happy for the excuse not to speak.

When she finally finished, and I was wearing fresh pyjamas and feeling nice and clean, she bid me goodbye and shut the door, leaving me in much wanted silence.
As soon as the door shut, I felt my breathing speed up slightly in anticipation of what I was about to try and attempt.
I slid my hand under the sheets, and under the material of my my knickers. I was so turned on I could feel my juices already saturating my underwear. Slipping a finger each side of my clit, I brought them together in order to pince the soft swollen bud between them, and started to slowly move them in circles. I sighed, worked up as I was due to the sexual nature of my dreams, and felt my body sag slightly. I heard the monitors beep louder, catching up with my heightened state, and made a mental note to try and keep my breathing in check, incase it alerted one of my nurses.
As my fingers sped up I felt a horrible tug and couldn't stop myself from crying out loudly. I cursed furiously when I realised what had happened. Jerking my hand back and slamming it down on the bed in temper I swore loudly, furious the catheter had shunted my aching need for release. Just as I felt my tears welling up in anger and frustration at my current state, there was a small knock at the door. As it opened I quickly brushed away my tears, mortified at the thought of being caught crying.
Dr.Vincent walked in and I felt my breath catch in my throat, seeing him there in the flesh and not in my dreams.

"Good morning, Felicity. How do you feel today?"

I nodded and smiled slightly,
"I'm okay thanks Dr.Vincent. A little tired, and in pain but okay" I sighed, turning my head away from him. I couldn't look at him. Every time I did I felt the same frustration boil up inside me.
Looking back again, he caught my eye and I noticed curiosity flash across his face.
"Felicity - I need to check your wounds again. Just lie back please."

I nodded once again, and lay back against the pillows, to angry with myself and current state to care.
I felt his fingers on my head, heard him murmur to himself. Silas moved down to my chest, and removed the bandages. I couldn't help sighing with relief and he clucked his tongue in humour.

"Don't get too excited" He said with a smile "You will have to use a posture belt from now on Felicity, Just to be sure the bones knit together properly. I will get one of the nurse's to fit it later on today"

He continued down my body to my leg, felt around the top of my cast. Silas left his fingers lingering on my thigh and my heart rate spiked again. Feeling myself heat up at his touch, I buried my face once again into the soft cool cotton of my pillow.

"Felicity - are you OK? You seem a little flushed."

I snuggled further under the sheets, and closer into my pillow as my face flushed scarlet.

Suddenly I felt Dr.Vincent reach up and, cupping me between the legs with the palm of his hand, I felt his gaze on me, and something forcing me to look up. Staring into his beautiful blue eyes he spoke,

"Are you aroused, Felicity? Should I leave you alone?"

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Heat flamed my body as my shame creeped over me in a deep blush. Opening my mouth to deny his claims, I clammed up. My lips felt dry, and instead of speaking, I found myself sticking my tongue out and licking them.

Removing his hand, Dr.Vincent strode over to the door, clicked the lock in place and was back by the side of my bed within a matter of seconds. He ran his finger lightly across the top of my arm, and I still couldn't take my eyes from him.

"I know you want me. I want you too, Felicity. You are a very attractive young woman."

I was stunned at his words, but so god damn turned on. Again, I licked my lips and was stunned at how dry they were. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move, even if I had not been practically tied down due to the traction. Silas moved his hand down my arm, tiptoeing lightly. Placing his hand on the top of my exposed thigh, I closed my eyes, finally able to drag them away from his. I couldn't help the small moan that left my lips when he moved up and started stroking me through the material of my knickers.

"Stop!" I cried. He froze, confusion written across his face. I could see something else, but couldn't quite fathom it out. Was it hurt? Anger? Rejection? I didn't know, but instantly wanted to soothe whatever feeling of his I had injured.
"I do want you" I whispered, locking eyes with him again. He narrowed his eyes only a little "I really do" I insisted "But you have to stop"

He pressed down a little more "Why? If you want me, why do you want me to stop?"

"Because you are hurting me" Silas moved his hand back down to my thigh, and I sighed in relief. "The catheter. Its the god damn catheter" I hissed in frustration for the second time.
Understanding written across his face, he smiled at me gently.

"I'm so sorry Felicity. I didn't think. I didn't realise"

"It's okay Dr.Vincent, honestly" I looked down and felt my cheeks pink up again "I do want you though"
He lent over me, resting on his elbows, face inches from mine.
"I know you do Felicity" He said stroking my face with his thumb "Because I want you just as much"

 

[DanFS]

"OK, Felicity, do you need to pee?"
Silas asked, his voice now getting heavier with need.
Felicity's cheeks coloured again but
she nodded 'no'.

"That's good. when you do, with a catheter, it will just drain into the collector vessel anyway. You don't need to try. I can remove the catheter for a while, and even so, I can give you a bedpan, if the need is urgent."

Silas reached over and caressed Felicity's thigh again.
"Take a deep breath, and when I say 'now' let it out gently, which will help you manage the discomfort, OK?"

She nodded to confirm her understanding, as Silas grasped the catheter & said "now!"

As Felicity let her breath flow out of her, Silas quickly pulled the catheter free, and disposed of it into a waste bin, with a secure top.

"Better?"He asked.
"Yes, thank you." Felicity replied with a smile.

Silas wanted so much to just devour her - to make her his.

Now was not the time. He needed to make their first time together special. She needed to enjoy this to ensure she would yearn for more.

Silas could see that she was aroused. he could smell her scent on the air; her musk rich & intoxicating.
He stroked her thigh and rested a finger upon her damp pussy lips. He gently stroked her and teased her clit, out from its little hood. Taking a finger either side of it and rubbing it
gently, making it even harder, and making her moan with pleasure.

Felicity ground her hips up from the bed, but could do no more, as she was attached to the traction crane. This was effectively immobilising her, a sort of medical bondage.
Silas realised and using his hands to spread her thighs, he leant forward and tasted her pussy with the tip of his tongue.

Her whole body went rigid for a second, as the pleasure coursed through her. He smiled inwardly as Felicity reacted to his efforts in exactly the way he wanted.

He was sure now. She would become his; it was only a matter of time.

His tongue was doing a number upon her clit, which he knew was becoming more sensitive with every passing second. With his index finger dipping inside her pussy and his thumb
probing her ass, he drove her relentlessly toward her orgasm.

His other hand reached up and teased a nipple. The hard bud responded and she moaned in response.

If only the traction wasn't necessary - he would have mounted her and fucked her hard and fast; but that would come later!

 

[zoelikesjam]

I felt Silas's fingers stroking my thigh, and listened to his instructions on what to do when he removed the catheter. I nodded at him, but was wary of how this would feel.

"now!" Silas demanded, and I let out a long breath. As I did so I felt tugging and a sharp burst of pain as the catheter pulled free. He cleaned me down, and disposed of everything.

"Better?"He asked gently, fingers tiptoeing across my hip.

"Yes, thank you." I replied smiling at him.

Stroking the skin of my hip, Silas let his finger idly trace the line down to the inside of my thigh. I sucked a deep breath in as he caressed me, and I felt his finger touch between my legs. As he spread me open and dipped his head I wondered what he was doing.
When Silas reached the soft curls on of my mound, he diverted towards my thighs, which trembled under the brush of his lips. I tried to buck my hips upwards, trying to guide him between my legs, which pulsed with need.
He circled around and around until I thought I would go mad with need. "Please Silas!" I begged as I tried to push my pussy against his mouth.
A hot stab of pleasure shot through me when his tongue flicked across my clit.

Arching against Silas' mouth, I couldn't stop the moan, as he sucked me into his mouth.
He circled around my clit, and again I tried to buck against him, yearning for more direct contact.
He was teasing me, I knew it, he'd go around and around, then flick against my clit before moving away once more. Silas brought me to the brink several times this way, and I could feel my skin was flushing pink as passion flooded my body.
I moaned loudly when he slid a finger inside my tight pussy.
Crying out, I bucked hard as I felt him press a second finger inside and jolted my leg, causing a sudden bout of pain to shoot though me, but it was soon forgotten when I felt Silas' tongue, which was now continually flicking against my clit.
His tongue worked its magic, flicking and sucking at my engorged button as he fucked me with his fingers.
Suddenly a wave of heat flowed through me, and I dug my fingers into the sheets as spasms rocked my body.

 

[DanFS]

His hardness was now trapped uncomfortably within his trousers, underneath that Doctor's coat.

Whilst he had enjoyed bringing his young patient to orgasm, he had needs of his own.

Was now the time to press the point - or, should he allow her to enjoy the afterglow and relax for a few moments?

He wanted, no - needed to impose his will upon her, to make her submit to his superior experience and age. He was undoubtedly older and wiser than she, although her youth and beauty beckoned to him like a moth to a flame. Her inner energy shone like a beacon in the night.

He desired her so much, wanted to possess her, to show her things, to teach her things, some so depraved and yet so.....delicious, in their own special way.

He yearned to take her from this room, and into the Forest, where he felt most at home, and make her kneel before him, subservient to his every whim and desire.
He wanted to force his fully erect cock into her mouth and fuck her mouth, savouring the added tightness of her throat every time she gagged on him.
He would entwine his fingers in her long hair and control her head, and thrust into her ever deeper. Looking down into her eyes, as the tears began to flow.
He would like to influence her thoughts, to make the whole sordid, depraved act seem pleasurable to her, to heighten her enjoyment and therefore her willingness to please him.

Alas, they were here, within this Hospital, lavishly apponited as it was, it wasn't the same as the privacy and seclusion he sought.

Also, with her leg still tethered in traction, making her kneel wasn't possible. He knew she could be encouraged, and he intended to continue to supply her with orgasms to make her more.....pliable.

One day, she would be able to kneel before him and then she would know what to do. The dreams should have accomplished their aim of expanding her sexual horizons, at least mentally, so she was no longer appalled by the images of the things he wanted to do to and with her.

He came back from his brief daydream, as he realised she had come down from her orgasm and was relaxed upon the bed looking up at him.

Silas smiled down at Felicity as he spoke.
"Endorphins are a wonderful invention. Your body is just flooded with them at the moment. When you're a bit better we can try other things, things that will bring you even more pleasure!"

In truth he could smell the intoxicating scent of the blood coursing through her system and coupled with the close proximity of her hot, moist body, his arousal grew ever stronger.

Then a thought struck him - this bed was fully adjustable.
Perhaps she could service him now?
"Tell me, Felicity - have you ever sucked a cock?"

 

[zoelikesjam]

As I was coming down I felt glorious.
I looked up at Silas, and awe and yearning must have shone in my eyes.
I wanted him.
I Needed him.
NOW.

I was concious that couldn't happen for a while though, and that frustrated me immensely.
I was lost in myself, and when Silas asked me his question, I halted for a few moments with my answer.
"N.....No!" I exclaimed, "never!, I'm not like that Silas, I don't do things like that..." I blushed furiously "...I never have"