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Helpless

By: whitemamba88



I awoke, dazed and confused. I was surrounded in complete darkness and it took me awhile to decide if my eyes were actually open. My chest and crotch felt rather itchy, but much to my dismay I couldn't move my hands to relieve the annoying itch. 

"What is going on?" 

"Ahh , so you are awake?" a bodiless voice said. It sounded as if it were coming through some speakers. "As I'm sure you are now aware, we have rendered you immobile for now, but don't worry it won't be for much longer."

"Who are you? Where am I? What the fuck is going on?" And why does my voice sound so weird? 

"Easy now just calm down, little missy."

Did the voice say missy? "Where the hell am I?"

"I understand your confusion, but I'm afraid for now I cannot answer those questions. I'm only here right now to explain what has been done to you?"

"What has been done to me? Wha- what are you talking about?"

"You have been selected to take part in a ground-breaking new procedure to provide entertainment for those willing to pay for it. I highly recommend you come to terms with these changes quickly as you will find it much less traumatic and very rewarding, Miss Rhodes."

Did he just say woman? What the hell is going on?

"Over the next month or so you will undergo rigorous training to become a perfect sexual being, able to give and receive much pleasure in any way your "clients" see fit."

The way the voice said clients sent a shudder through my body. 

"What the hell are you talking about!? Let me go!" I screamed, trying to move my arms. I couldn't feel anything restraining them; put in the darkness I couldn't be certain. 

"I'm afraid that is not an option Miss Rhodes." 

"My name is Cody! I'm a dude not a chick!"

"Not anymore Miss Rhodes. The man formerly known as Cody Rhodes is dead."

"What are you talking about?"

A flash of light burst through the darkness, momentarily blinding me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, a mirror hanging on the ceiling came into focus, but what I saw only sought to further my confusion. Where my reflection should have been lying, was that of a gorgeous woman sprawled out on a large bed covered in white, silk sheets. Where was I? Was that... me?

"Wha-," I stared at the mirror in total disbelief. 

"Take a moment to come to terms with your new self," the voice said. 

Where my buzzed brown hair had once been was now long and blond, coming down just past my shoulders. My goatee was gone, replaced by an elegant and angled jaw line and a cute little chin. I tried to wipe my eyes, perhaps I was still foggy from just waking up, but my arms were still restrained. Looking in the mirror, I saw no restraints and could not figure out why I couldn't move. 

"I will now allow you movement to explore your new body. Any aggressive movements and that privilege will be taken away again." 

A sudden tingling sensation swept over my body, and suddenly I could move. My hand immediately went to my face. As I moved my head, my long blond hair fell across my face. I pushed it behind my ear, just as I had seen women do it before. I sat up on the bed sitting in the center of the room and noticed that the walls were covered in mirrors; all sending my reflection back to me. An unfamiliar weight shifted on my chest and a tear slid down my face as I finally began to fully realize what had happened. I was now a chick. 

"For now, this is your home. Here you will train, exercise, and entertain and depending how your training goes, you will once again be released out into the world. I will give you the rest of the night to explore your room and your new body. The bathroom and your wardrobe are located through the door on your left and we expect you to stay clean, inside and out, at all times. Sleep tight, Miss Rhodes."A small beep sounded from the speakers in the corners of the room and I was alone, or so I thought. 

I could do nothing but look at my reflection in the mirrors that surrounded me everywhere. I was dressed in a light pink, silk nightie. I lifted to my hands to my chest, cringing upon the realization that my breasts were in fact real. Not only that, but they were perfect; perky and just the right size. 

Without knowing why, I gave them a squeeze and waves of pleasure shot through my body, and down to my crotch. A soft moan escaped my throat as I began to feel my nipples through the nightie. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. 

Before I knew what was going on, my right hand slid down my now slim and toned stomach and started to reach under the edge of my nightie. MY nightie? What the hell is wrong with me? I forced myself to stand up and fold my arms behind my back to keep from touching myself. I did not want to find out what was waiting for me between my legs. 

The sudden need to pee began to sneak up on me, but as hard as I tried to hold it, the urge became too much and I sprinted into the bathroom. I pulled the nightie up and reached for my cock, praying it was still there. My hands found nothing, and I began to cry as I sat down on the toilet to urinate for the first time. Even after I was done, I sat there and continued to cry. Why me? Why did this have to happen to me?

After I gathered myself and wiped away my tears, I reached for some toilet paper, but was instead surprised with a blast of warm water to my crotch. As much as I didn't want to admit it, it felt rather good. Oh how I missed the ability to shake my dick and walk away. I stood up and adjusted my nightie and began to sulk back to the "bedroom" when I came to another door just outside the bathroom. This must be my wardrobe, I thought to myself. I stood in front of the door, battling with the curiosity to open the door and the dread of finding out what was on the other side of the door.

With a sigh, I reached for the handle and turned the handle. As soon as I pulled open the door, the room lit up. It was nearly as big as the "bedroom" and was stocked full of clothes and accessories. Dresses and shirts of all different colors and styles hung on hangers above racks and racks of shoes, most of which had at least 4 inch heels. Straight ahead was an extremely ornate white dresser with several intricate carvings. Upon further inspection they appeared to be princesses with flowing gowns. Was this what I was to become? 

I opened the first of four drawers my heart dropped. It was overflowing with skimpy and colorful underwear. My worst fears were confirmed as I examined them further. Almost all of them were thongs and g-strings, with a few boy shorts scattered amongst them. I quickly slammed the drawer shut and tried to push the thought of wearing such things out of my mind. 

Sheer curiosity forced me to open the second drawer, which was filled to the brim with lacy and sexy bras. Grabbing a light blue one, I checked the tag to discover they were C cups. I shuddered at the thought wearing such sexy lingerie. Had I seen this kind of underwear on a girl I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of her. 

Suddenly the tingling sensation returned and my hands reached for the edge of my nightie and pulled it over my head. I struggled to pull it back down but my hands had a mind of their own. They carefully hung the nightie up next to the dresser and proceeded to open the top drawer. My right hand fished out a black g-string that hardly qualified as underwear. Horrified, my legs stepped into the garment and my hands began sliding it up my legs. An involuntary shudder shook my body at the feel of the silky underwear gliding over my now hairless legs. The string settled neatly in my crack, brushing my asshole and sent another wave of pleasure through my body. What the hell was happening to me? I don't want this!

The realization that they were somehow controlling my body hit me like a ton of bricks. I was completely helpless. 

My hands then shut the drawer and opened the second. They found a black half-cup bra with pink trimming and a little pink bow holding the cups together. I shut my eyes as I felt myself putting the bra in place and snapping it together expertly behind my back. As much as I hated to admit it, my breasts felt much better with a little support. I opened my eyes as I felt myself start to bend over at the waist, sticking my ass high in the air, and reach for the bottom drawer. 

I almost fainted upon discovering the horrors that waited inside. It too was filled to the brim, but not with clothes or underwear, but with dildos and vibrators of all shapes and sizes. I gasped as my hands reached for not one, but two different dildos. One was a smooth, glass dildo that looked to be about 7 inches long and had several life-like veins stretching from the balls all the way to the large mushroomed head. The other was a purple vibrator that looked slightly larger and had a rotating head and a clit massager. 

The glass dildo was in my mouth and down my throat before I knew it as I made my way back to the bedroom. As my old self I had barely been able to brush my tongue with my toothbrush with having to fight off my gag reflex, but now it was completely nonexistent. My feet took me right up to one of the mirrors and paused, as if I was forcing myself to take it all in. I began to cry so hard I could barely see, but after my hand wiped my eyes momentarily clear, I couldn't help but notice the look on my face as the glass dildo rested in my mouth. It looked as if I was in heaven with my full, puffy lips wrapped around this makeshift cock. 

My body began to sway back and forth, rocking my hips promiscuously as if I was putting on a sexy show for someone. My back arched, forcing my boobs to stick out more from my chest and I couldn't help but think about how badly I wanted to fuck the girl staring back at me in the mirror. That mere thought sent me over the edge and my panties became very wet. 

Leaving the glass dildo in my throat, my feet took me back to the bed, where I laid down and spread my legs wide open. My hand set down the purple vibrator next to my head and shot straight to my now sop and wet crotch. While one hand worked the glass dildo in and out of my mouth, the other ran up and down my new slit and brushed my clit. 

Small explosions went off in my head as pleasure racked my body. My back arched again as middle finger slipped inside me up to second knuckle. My thumb began to circle my clit slowly before gently rubbing over it, just as I had done to so many girls before. 

At this point, my mind was screaming out for it to stop, but I had absolutely no control over my body. The idea that I was literally fucking myself was appalling. I felt nothing but shame and embarrassment, and I couldn't do a thing to stop it. I could only watch in the overhead mirror as my body writhed on the bed in obvious pleasure as the dildo slid in and out of my mouth and a second finger slipped into my pussy. My humiliation quickly subsided as I felt the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm.

Suddenly, my vagina tightened around my finger and my whole body spasmed as my first female orgasm tore through my body. For what seemed like several minutes, my whole body rocked and bucked as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure flowed through my body. Finally the feeling began to subside and my hand pulled the glass dildo from my mouth. 

Thinking it was over, I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived as my left hand took the glass dildo and began to run it along my slit and against my clit. 

Suddenly I felt an overwhelming desire to be penetrated in all of my orifices. My mind was screaming for it to stop, but I laid there helplessly as I watched the dildo begin to slip into my pussy. 

As much as I hated the idea of inserting anything resembling a dick into me, the feeling of having something in my vagina was amazing. I wanted to cry again, but must have been all out of tears. My pussy tightened around the dildo as it slowly slipped further and further into me, until it reached some kind of blockage. My heart dropped as I realized what it was, but in the mirror a wicked smile crossed my face. 

With a light shove, my hand pushed the dildo past the barrier, causing me to scream in pain. Blood mingled with my juices, staining the white silk sheets. The pain quickly subsided though as the dildo slid all the way in. My hand rotated the phallus so the balls were on top, resting against my clit and a moan escaped my lips. Why did this have to feel so good?

A few more pumps and my hand pulled the glass cock from my pussy, but instead of setting it aside, it drifted further down, finally coming to a stop at my trembling bud. Terrified, I fought with every inch of my being to pull my hand and the pseudo-cock away from my hole, but to no avail. With a little push, the dildo breached my sphincter and worked its way up further. Despite never having anything up my ass before, the dildo met little resistance, slipper y with my juices and blood. 

My mind screamed at feeling of having this 7 inch toy in my ass, but pleasure my body derived from it quickly shut out the screaming. 

Apparently it wouldn't stop there though. Suddenly, my hand reached for the purple vibrator whirring next to my head and quickly shoved it into my dripping pussy. The massager came to rest against my clit and my body was immediately racked with another orgasm. 

After I recovered, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A gorgeous girl impaled on two dildos, writhing in the silk sheets like some sex-starved slut. My hands immediately went to my breasts, kneading them and playing with my nipples. The waves of pleasure that swept over my body made the muscles in my pussy and anus tighten around the phalluses inserted in each, bringing me to yet another mind-blowing orgasm. 

I felt as though I were drifting through space, without a care in the world. Any movement I made sent into back into that blissful state. After what seemed like several hours of floating amongst the clouds, I passed out in exhaustion.

Helpless



I am a bitch. I know people think that about me and I am well aware I can be one, so I own that title. I'm not a capitol "B" Bitch, just a small "b" bitch. I know what I want and I do my best to get it. I don't take shit from anyone, I don't have to, and I seek my own pleasures in life.

If I were ugly this might be ignored by a lot of people but the fact of the matter is I am not ugly. I am beautiful. 

Only a bitch would say that right?

I have a fair amount of evidence to support the statement that I am beautiful. The most compelling is that I was a professional model for a few years in my early twenties. I am now in my early thirties, but I work hard to maintain my figure and take care to dress well and keep my looks in general. I never had kids, my husband and I are quite athletic and good genetics play a large part in it as well.

One of the things I do to keep up appearances is I go to the dentist regularly. On one occasion, not too long ago, my dentist was not available. I had a cleaning scheduled and was in no mood to have it postponed so I accepted when the receptionist offered to put me in with a dentist sharing the office.

This new dentist, Dr. Shultz, was a creep. I could tell right away. 

I know creeps because models attract creeps like maggots to meat. 

There were three reasons I left modeling. One; drugs. I started using drugs and hated how it made me feel and behave. I quit before I lost myself. Two; because as easy as it might seem it is a very physically grueling job. People don't believe me when I say that but try this out and see how you feel. Don't eat for twelve hours. Then strike a twisty pose, say on your knees turning and looking over your shoulder behind you, while flexing your stomach hard to pop your abs. Now hold that for ten minutes. If you aren't fatigued and aching after that keep going for two or three hours. That is modeling. Weird body positions, flexing as hard as you can to look your very, very best, after not eating or drinking for half a day and looking sexy or happy while doing it . 

It sucked. 

Third reason I left modeling were the creeps. Men and women all want to fuck you, own you, humiliate you, worship you and be seen with you. Everyone wants some part of you, all because of what's you look like, not because of who you are. It is soul stealing.

So I quit and started an agency with all the money I had made, which was a lot. Now I look out for other girls and try to keep all that ugly shit as far from them as I can. 

It isn't easy.

So the second I saw Dr. Shultz and he eye fucked me head to toe I knew he was a creep. He was shorter than my five foot eight, almost as round as he was tall, balding and nerdy looking. He was sweaty and awkward. He couldn't look me in the eye and I hate when people are like that. But I wanted this cleaning badly. I am a bit obsessed with my teeth. 

When he offered me something my usual dentist never had I was intrigued. 

"I have a new anesthetic that puts a patient to sleep for any procedure, but has no after effects. You wake up completely refreshed in an hour and can even legally drive. The drug puts you into a light sleep, but numbs the pain of any light work. Many of my regulars love it. They say they wake up more rested than from a full night's sleep."

As I said I had had an issue with drugs before, so I was hesitant. But the idea of spending an hour with this slime eyeballing my tits left me cold so I agreed. 

I am proud of my body and tend to dress to show it off. That day I wore a low cut blouse that showed the swells of my braless breasts, and a short tight business skirt that exposed most of my long, tight legs. Laying back in the chair I was bound to give him more of a show than he deserved. 

I opted for the drugs so I could avoid his ogling. 

He injected me in the arm and I slipped off into a light doze. 

Something went wrong. 

I had read about people who were awake during operations, able to feel everything but unable to move, blink or even open or close their eyes. That is what happened to me. When he came back into the little office where I was laying back in the chair I heard him, and when he opened my eyes and flashed a light across them to check my pupils or something I could see him, feel him, even smell his cheap cologne. 

When he dropped my eyelids my eyes didn't close all the way. I could see him moving around and beginning to work. 

It was awful being so helpless. I am a very hands on take control sort of person and being helpless made my furious. From under my half open eyelids I watched him set up his tools and stare at my breasts where they peeked out from my blouse. It was humiliating. 

Shultz began to clean my teeth and I could feel every scrape of the tools, feel every prick of my gums and infuriatingly feel it when he let his hands brush over my breasts "accidentally". 

I was already dialing my lawyer in my mind by the time he finished doing my cleaning. 

Then he sat back and looked at me steadily. The nervous nerd was gone. I saw a sharper gaze and a confident, controlled man suddenly. With steady, practiced hands he reached out and undid my shirt buttons. 

I was shocked, but helpless to move or signal my awareness. Shultz pulled open my shirt and bared my breasts to his glowing eyes. He seemed frighteningly intense and I was scared of him all of a sudden. 

He reached down below my sight-line and pulled out a camera. I had seen pictures in the lobby of the many smiles he had worked on and assumed this was the same camera that he used to take those, but now he was photographing my nudity. He took a few shots, adjusted the camera a few times and smiled down at me. 

Then he reached out and began to fondle my breasts.

At this point something strange happened to me. 

I grew aroused. 

I could feel my nipples respond to his touch, and my pussy grew wet and tingly as he groped my chest aggressively. He kneaded my tits painfully, but it pleased me. 

I usually took control during sex, I liked it rough and aggressive, wrestling for dominance but expecting to win. My husband Carl was a perfect partner that way. He was strong and well hung, and liked to throw me around, but in the end was happy to let me win and fuck him from on top, the only way I could cum. 

Lying helpless in this chair being molested by this asshole should have had me screaming in my head, and I was furious, but I was also totally inflamed by not being able to stop him. He was winning.

After a few more moments of groping my tits Shultz leaned in and began to suck my nipples, really bathing my mounds with his mouth. His tongue licked all over my breasts and he nibbled my nipples making me drip with arousal.

I couldn't believe how horny I was, how much I was enjoying this creep taking advantage of me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before. I was eagerly anticipating how far he would take this encounter. I don't think my pussy had ever been as wet. I could feel everything but could do nothing to make it feel better, or make it stop.

When he had enough of molesting my chest Shultz unzipped my skirt and pulled it up over my hips, then he pulled my panties down over my thighs, and down off my legs. I wore no stockings that day and my bald pussy was now exposed to his gaze, the lips no doubt swollen and moist, ready to be fucked. 

Lifting my legs up over the arms of the chair he spread me open and took more photos of my helpless nudity. 

I had done nude shoots before, modeling jewelry or perfume, and was in no way a prude. As a matter of fact I would say I was more of an exhibitionist, but nothing had ever felt as arousing as being so helplessly naked before a man I hated and was repulsed by. For some insane reason the fact that I could do nothing to stop him was a powerful aphrodisiac. 

When he placed his mouth over my sex and began to lap at my dripping slot I trembled with passion, but couldn't so much as tilt my hips to meet his lashing tongue. 

My clit burned to be touched but he avoided it, maybe knowing how crazy it was making me. His tongue probed into my depths and my body shuddered with desire. 

He paused and looked up at my glassy eyes unmoving and watering from not being able to blink. 

Maybe he knew at that moment that I was aware because he stopped and came up to my face. He waved that little light in my eyes once more and seemed concerned by what he saw. He lowered my eye lids all the way down and I felt him begin to dress me once more. 

In my head I screamed at him to keep going, to let me cum, but he returned all my clothes to my body and put a blanket on me. 

When he left he turned out the light, the darkness obvious beyond my eyelids. My burning pussy drove me crazy as I lay there unable to release the sexual tension in my body. I relived each moment in the prison of my mind and couldn't wait to get home to fuck my husband.

I had already decided I wasn't going to report Dr. Shultz. Instead he was going to become my new dentist. 

When his assistant came in a while later I was stretching in the chair finally able to move. It felt wonderful to stretch my limbs, and I did feel quite refreshed, but my arousal was not gone, and I was eager to leave. 

I beat my husband home so I stripped and waited for him in the bedroom, masturbating thinking about my trip to the dentist.

When Carl got him I pounced on him and we fucked like teenagers, hard, fast and aggressively. Carl was pleasantly surprised by my ardor, but for me it was impossible to get off. I craved the helplessness again. I fucked Carl animalistically and wrestled him into every position I usually liked but in the end I asked him to rail me while I lay back. 

He was curious about the sudden change in style. 

"I'm exhausted from my day, I can't keep going on top, you finish us off baby."

He mounted me and sawed away between my legs while I lay back and took it, pretending I was helpless. It was better, but not the same. When Carl came deep inside me I felt a flutter of an orgasm, but it was weak and unfulfilling. 

I knew I need more from Dr. Shultz. 

I thought long and hard about what I could go in for. My teeth are great, and he had just cleaned them so I was having a hard time finding a procedure that would allow for him to drug me and molest me but that I actually needed.

A gum lift. 

I found out that more dentists were performing gum lifts to even the gum line and make the smile more "perfect". It used to be done as a necessary procedure, but had become a cosmetic one as well.

Perfect. 

I phoned his office and asked if he performed gum lifts, and he did. I booked an appointment telling the receptionist I had loved the last visit and thought the anesthetic to be perfect. 

I had to wait a two weeks to get in and see him. 

I wasn't sure I could wait that long. 

By the time I finally got to visit Dr. Shultz my titillation at being helpless had begun to fade. I wasn't sure this was a good idea. I liked the idea of the procedure well enough, anything to make my smile prettier, but did I want this man to have full access to my body while I could do nothing to stop him? Would I be able to feel like I had the last time? Would I find it pleasant?

When I saw him once more I was again repulsed by his physicality. He was such a pathetic example of a man, his sweaty face was gross. He looked like he could collapse at any moment he seemed so out of shape and unhealthy. 

We exchanged some ideal banter about the weather and my gut churned with anxiety about what was going to happen. How could I find this situation sexy at all, this man was repugnant. He had shifty eyes that couldn't look into my own, his gaze skittered about like a bug, never landing any one place for long. It made me profoundly uneasy. 

When we had finally agreed on how my gums would look after the procedure he administered the drug after I told him I wanted exactly the same amount as before. I was unsure if it would work again, that I would be able to feel anything, or if I wanted to, but I plunged ahead. Cowardice is not part of my personality.

The actual gum lift was very painful in my drugged state. I could feel everything, but could not react at all. I was helpless and it hurt like crazy. Not agony, but my gums were being cut open and it sucked, a lot. 

The only thing that made it bearable was the fact that every so often Dr. Shultz would pause and fondle me. Whenever he paused to adjust something, or change position he would stop and grab my breasts, or stroke my face. Each time he touched me in an unprofessional way I got angry and wet. 

I was getting more aroused as he got bolder, his hand lingering on my breasts, he didn't undress me for some reason, but he took liberties and I both loved and hated it. 

Today he was only doing one gum line, the bottom, and when he finished he stepped back went away for a time, and I wondered if he was not going to take his abuse any further. I was disappointed, and that sickened me. What was wrong with me that I wanted my dentist to molest me?

When he came back toward me a few moments later I felt a surge of lust in my body and if I had been able to move I would have opened my arms and legs to that toad of a man. I wanted him as badly as any sexy stud I had fucked in my younger days. 

He undressed me completely and I could hear him taking pictures of my nudity once more. The intense violation of it got me furious and dripping wet. 

When I was displayed before him he began his sexual abuse of me in earnest. He began with my pussy this time; he fingered me and licked my slit greedily. I loved having his mouth on me, and the feeling of being petrified and helpless made it all the more sweet as I tried to move around to get his mouth exactly where I wanted it. I failed and that failure was satisfying in a way getting what I wanted never had been. 

Shultz relished eating my pussy and he drooled over me and fingered my slit like it would be his last meal. I felt an orgasm building almost immediately and my body throbbed with the need to release.

Then I felt the dentists other hand moving between my buttocks and a finger began to play with my ass.

I had always hated that men wanted to fuck my ass. It was dirty, demeaning and I'd heard painful, so I wanted none of it. Yet today feeling a finger teasing my hidden hole made me even hotter. He could take my ass and I could do nothing about it. I mentally squirmed away from him and the idea of not being able to stop him as he invaded my anus with his finger, and yet I began to cum even as he pressed one finger a little way inside. 

My anger at being so intimately invaded, so humiliatingly exposed made the whole scenario even more exciting and my orgasm filled my brain with bursts of pleasure even as I began to sweat and tremble. 

Dr. Shultz fucked me in both holes with his fingers while his tongue lapped my clit driving me mad with lust. I wished I could move. I wanted to stop him and urge him on; to clutch him and push him away. Anything to end my paralysis, and in the part of my mind clawing for control I reminded myself that I sought this out. That I put myself into this depraved man's clutches. 

He drilled me with is digits and made me cum again and again. My pussy leaked over his hand rewarding him for his defilement of my person, showing him how much pleasure he was giving me. 

At last he stopped, ending my delicious torment. I'd had more orgasm in those few moments than I'd had in months of sex. 

I heard his pants open as his zipper purred down. I heard him grunting his bulk out of his clothes and felt vaguely nauseous as I imagined his gross body being bared. And yet my pussy ached to be filled by his cock. I wanted him to cum, to be rewarded for all those orgasms I'd just had. 

My legs were splayed open and so he could just lean in and enter me. When his hands spread my lips open and his cock head pressed to my exposed hole I cried out "Yes." In my mind, his belly pressed down over my own as he leaned forward and pushed inside me.

His cock felt small, but it was enough, bigger than his fingers, and it opened me up and touched off another round of climaxes in my steaming hole that made my heart race and my breath come in short gasps. 

Dr. Shultz began to fuck me with his less than average cock and I felt like I was being drilled by the biggest stud in the universe. My body sang with completeness, utterly fulfilled sexually as I was used by this horrible little man in his dental office. 

I absolutely loved being fucked so obscenely, and I hated myself for loving it so much. It was already the best lay I had ever had and it was not even over. 

Shultz had my legs thrown over the arms of the dental chair and he was leaning down over me his hands on my tits pressing the air from me as he drove his meager cock into my sopping hole. Because I could in no way move I was forced to let my body dictate when it gasped for air, I couldn't move to relieve the pressure on my chest, nor force air into my lungs any faster than some unconscious part of my brain would allow. It was torture and it was making me crazy with passion. 

I could feel my legs flopping around with the vigorous movements the dentist was making, the dead weight of my limbs hanging from my body strangely. My arms were flaccid at my sides. My head lolled to one side as the energy of Shultz's abuse shook my frame.

As he shoved his cock into my liquid centre Shultz began to kiss my neck and lick my face, his mouth all over me his hands groping my tits aggressively.

No one would ever suspect that the socially awkward, nervous little man was such a forceful aggressive lover. He was fucking the shit out of me and it felt amazing. 

His fingers reached up and began to stoke my cheek. He caressed my face and slowed his pounding to a more sedate, languorous pace. My body had been denied oxygen for a while and my orgasms had ravished my mind, fragmenting my thoughts so I was only partially aware of how things had changed.. 

When it registered I wondered about his change of mood. I had assumed he was just going to use me and cum, but now he pulled out and I was nervous about what would come next. 

The chair began to lower and tilt and soon my head was at the same level as my hips. I was still gathering the tattered threads of my conscious thought when I felt his damp penis stroke along my cheek. 

Shultz began to fuck my face, his hard-on stroking all over my features the way his hands and mouth had done moments before. He smeared my juices over my cheek and the moist streaks cooled in the air conditioned office.

Once more Shultz withdrew and I was left wondering what was going to happen.

I felt him pry open my tender mouth and place some sort of dental dam over my teeth on my lower jaw where he had worked earlier. Then with my wounded gums covered he inserted his prick into my mouth and began to fuck my face in a new way. His cock was tangy with my juices and it shocked me how much I liked the flavour. 

Yet in my current state I was denied even the pleasure to licking him as his cock moved in and out of my face. My slack jaw couldn't have been giving him much pleasure, but using me probably was so he moved in and out of my mouth for some time. 

I began to hear the camera clicking away and was horrified and titillated knowing he was taking pictures of my face filled with his member. 

My drool dribbled out past my lips and down my cheek, trickling along my neck and collar bone. I was damp and feared choking on saliva as he humped his erection into my mouth. His balls brushed my chin and his heavy gut pressed my nose as he heaved himself up and down into my open mouth. 

My anger bubbled aggressively in my brain while my body betrayed my wishes and throbbed with need. I wanted him to fill my pussy again, I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth, I needed to be debased by him further and to get off on it, and every second this continued I hated it as much as I was thrilled by it. 




Helpless



This abuse had been going on for a long while now and Shultz must have realized it. He pulled out of my slobbering face and moved back to between my legs. Once more my body convulsed with delight as he crammed himself into me and I felt an orgasm building once more as he humped away into my pussy. 

As he fucked me Shultz once more groped my tits but now he also rubbed my clit and this pushed me so far over the edge that I lost awareness for a time. The next thing I was conscious of, other than a sea of pleasure drowning me in bliss, was when he pulled out of me suddenly and I felt his sperm splash over my abdomen and over the swollen lips of my pussy. 

Shultz spilled himself with a quiet moan and his cum, hot and sticky, drizzled over my sex and pubic mound sending me off on another wicked journey of carnal satisfaction. I shuddered and climaxed and because I could in no way move I couldn't do anything to either stop or prolong this intense pleasure.

When I was done cumming I felt spent and morose. I couldn't believe how much I had changed, and how shameless I had become, and when I heard Shultz photographing his jism covering my sex I was as mortified as I had ever been. 

The come down from my new drug of choice was worse than any trip I had been on in my wild youth of near drug addiction. 

As he cleaned me, sopping up his sperm from my dripping pussy, and my slobber from my face and neck, then dressing my helpless body I was furious and humiliated and some part of me felt I deserved to feel this way. There was something wrong with me mentally, I felt, and this encounter only highlighted how broken I was. 

When I woke up, dressed and in mild discomfort in my mouth, I felt refreshed and would have thought this a pleasant experience if I hadn't been aware of what had happened, and how I had sought it out. 

As soon as I got home I had a long hot shower to try and wash away my shame. 

It didn't work.

Instead I masturbated recalling how amazing it had felt at the time. 

I couldn't stop thinking about Shultz and the power he had over me in my helpless state. I tried to impart this on my love life with Carl, but I was too ashamed of my new found passivity, and couldn't bring myself to alter the pattern of many years. 

I threw myself into my work to try and distract myself from wanting more of that helpless self-abuse. And yet anytime I wasn't absorbed in work I was trying to figure out how I could achieve that same level of physical helplessness while still being aware of what was happening to me. 

A week after my last session with Dr. Shultz I had to attend a function. It was a house party, but only for industry people. 

Model parties attract all sorts, people who are in the business; models obviously, managers clients, but it also attracts the hanger-ons, the people who want to be seen with models for whatever reason. Some genuinely like the scene and are friends of the models, but some a predators. 

One of the reasons I became a manager is to help keep the slime off the young girls, and they are young. 

The next party I went to after visiting Dr. Shultz I was enjoying talking to some old friends when my radar went off. I saw a guy creeping around the party talking to the girls and looking predatory. Most of the women in the room were old enough to take care of themselves, still modeling can be a sheltering lifestyle and not everyone has the same defenses against creeps. I watched him to be sure he was staying away from the naive girls. 

He wasn't, he was targeting them. Conversation after conversation he was moving away from the women with confidence and experience dealing with scum like him, and I could see him searching out the younger less experienced girls. 

I was angry, and wanted him gone, but had to be careful to not make a scene. I didn't know who he was, but it didn't mean he was a nobody.

I spent some time talking to the women he had spoken to already, while keeping an eye on him. No one knew him, and he seemed to be hitting on the girls; flirting and looking for action. 

That is really common out in the world, but this was someone's house and that was way rarer.

I watched him hitting on a young girl that had just moved to the city and knew I had to put a stop to it, but wasn't sure of my approach. Then something about how he was taking any opportunity to touch her, and the passive way she was letting him reminded me of my helplessness with Dr. Shultz, and I got incredibly aroused. 

On impulse I grabbed a drink from a passing tray and wobbled over to them pretending I was drunk.

"Ronnie, who is this handsome man you are hogging all to yourself?" I slurred.

"Oh this is Jacob, we just met."

"Hellooo Jacob", I drawled and eye fucked him. He was not bad looking, fit and well dressed, but he looked cheap and weak willed. I had him figured out, and the thought of fucking him filled me with nausea, yet the idea of being helpless and used by him made me wetter than hell.

Jacob used some cheap line on me that I barely heard and I giggled and acted stupid, vapid and naive, as well as drunk. I told Ronnie that one of the other girls was looking for her and then when she was gone I asked Jacob if he had seen the house yet.

I have no idea if he had or not yet, but he said he hadn't and I began to show him around flirting with him like a high schooler. I'm not going to pretend I am as hot as Ronnie, or any or the other young girls he was hitting on, but he hadn't been having much luck, and even being older I am still a beautiful woman, out of this scumbags league, so he was happy to follow me around looking at the house and taking any opportunity he could to touch my bare skin and ogle my body. 

I took him upstairs and eventually found a bedroom. 

I was panting with arousal as we closed the door behind us and looked around the room. 

Then I started acting even more inebriated. 

"Whoa. Jacob, I think somebody slipped something in my drink. I feel really numb. I. Need to lie down. Can you help me with my dress?"

I was wearing an evening gown that strapped around the neck and left my back bare and my chest well exposed. I stumbled to the bed and tried to undo the dress. I dropped my empty glass and fell face down on the bed and pretended to go to sleep.

I lay there nervous and horny wondering if Jacob would take the bait. 

He tried a few times to wake me and I moaned as if drugged and trying to wake up. I had no idea if I was playing it right, but whatever I did seemed to convince Jacob that I was out for the count. He sat on the bed next to me for a while, then he gently began to stoke my bare back with his surprisingly soft hands. His touch was light and fearful. Normally I would have despised what he was doing, and how pathetically he was doing it, but since Dr. Shultz I wanted this sort of sordid, sneaking sex. 

I felt Jacob get off the bed and felt a wash of disappointment thinking he was leaving. I could hear him cross the room, then I heard the door lock and my body thrummed with passion as I understood he was about to molest me. 

When he came back to me he took off my shoes and ran his hands along my calves massaging the muscles of my legs. My pussy burned with need.

Then Jacob undid the strap of my dress and began to kiss my bare back. I lay as still as I could and relished his use of me. It was incredible. 

After a few moments of that Jacob grew more bold and rolled me over on my back and arranged my flopping arms at my side. He stroked my face and it was difficult to remain utterly passive. I wanted to feel everything, but had to keep myself from reacting at all. I tried desperately to remember how it felt in the dentist chair and separate myself from the usual aggressiveness I was accustomed to feeling during sex. 

Jacob began to kiss my face in this hungry desperate way, and the pathetic quality of it only made me wetter. Something about how big a loser he was, and the fact that he would take advantage of a woman while she was drugged made me despise him, and thrilled me with how far he would go to fuck me.

It was all twisted up in my body and my mind, but as ugly as it was I was tremendously horny.

Passively letting him kiss me and pull my dress down to reveal my breasts I held still and accepted his worship of my body. 

It was worship. He lavished my tits with attention, his mouth falling from my face to my neck and then my tits. He licked them, suckled them and bit them all over, clearly enjoying himself. There was no style, no attempt to please me, he was using me as if I were a tool for his pleasure, but one that he was slavishly grateful for being able to utilize. 

My nipples ached from his attention and my pussy burned to be involved. 

As his mouth grew more impassioned on my flesh I grew more eager to be fucked. When he pulled back and violently pulled my dress the rest of the way off I had to force myself to stay loose and flop around with his aggressive undressing of my limp form. 

When I was naked, my panties pulled off with so much force they tore and he swore. Then there was a moment of silence and he whispered "Jesus!" and I suppressed a smile over his shock at my body. At 32 I looked like a woman of maybe 25, and one in excellent shape. I had no doubt I was the best looking woman he had ever had nude before him.

I anticipated him fucking me, but he didn't start right away. I almost peeked to see what he was doing, but in a moment the artificial sound of a camera shutter told me he was using his cell phone to take pictures of me. 

I moaned with desire. I couldn't stop the sound; I was just too far gone. I was aching to be fucked, desperate to have this happen, and spurred on by the idea of him capturing images of me splayed out on this strange bed, humiliated and pretending to be helpless. 

The whole scenario was unimaginably arousing. 

Lifting my legs he parted them one at a time and opened them leaving my pussy utterly exposed to his gaze, and camera. He took many pictures, and my frustration mounted, as did my lust.

I was discovering something I had never known about myself before. 

Anger was an aphrodisiac. 

My mounting rage was getting me more and more horny. Each way he defiled me, each moment he hesitated in fucking me made me more angry and significantly more hungry for his cock. 

It was a disturbing thing to discover about one's self.

Then at last his fingers began to probe my dripping pussy. Oh my god it felt good to finally have him touch me there. I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from screaming at him to fuck me already. His fingers opened my lips and pushed inside me a little ways and my juicy opening admitted him with ease.

He shoved his fingers in and out of me for a moment, teasing me more than relieving me, then he began to rub my clit with his moist fingers and that was much better. 

Then he leaned in and put his mouth over me and that was best of all. 

As big a sleaze-ball as Jacob was he knew how to eat pussy. He clearly loved to do it because he didn't need to. I was already dripping wet, and as far as he knew dead asleep so it wasn't for my pleasure. The way he explored my folds with his lips and tongue, and lapped at my juices he revealed a man who truly enjoyed going down on a woman.

I didn't even try to stop myself from wiggling and moaning, I just muted them as much as I could. I was shuddering with tension and doing my very best to stop myself from grabbing his head and grinding my cunt into his face, it was maddening holding back so much. 

When he abruptly stopped I couldn't help but whimper with frustration, forcing myself to relax and feign sleeping. 

I heard him moving around and suspected he was undressing. Being blind was a challenge as well, the level of helplessness was making me insane, and I loved it. I was startled by the change in me and marveled over it when I felt him move closer to me, near my head. 

He lifted my shoulders and my head lolled on my neck. My mouth popped open as I exerted my will to stay absolutely limp while he moved me closer to the edge of the bed. 

As he arranged me the way he wanted me to be I focused on not adjusting any of the parts of me that were now in more awkward positions. Soon he had me more comfortable and where he wanted me. 

Then I felt his cock on my face and a surge of humiliation washed over me. He was rubbing his hard-on all around my face, stroking me with the hot shaft and pliant head exactly the way Dr. Shultz had. I felt sullied by him as he stroked his penis all around my features, pressing his erection onto my lips and smearing his balls around on my cheeks. As debasing as it was the association with Shultz made it incredibly hot. It was base and violating, making me blush with shame and drip with lust, exactly how I wanted to feel. 

Who was this slut laying on this bed allowing this to happen to her? How could I process the woman I fought so hard to be with this wanton skank getting off on such abuse? 

Then it got worse.

And better.

Jacob opened my mouth wider and shoved his prick into my face, pushing deep inside. I concentrated on not reacting. I both wanted to spit him out and suckle him. I rarely sucked Carls' cock, saving it for special occasions, but now a stranger was using my mouth and I was forcing myself not to wrap my lips around him and suck, to not use my tongue to explore this strange invading cock. 

Taking my cheeks in his grip he pressed my mouth down over his shaft and masturbated using my face. It was debasing in the extreme and I was furious at him.

And yet I remained in my false sleep allowing this abuse to continue while my body thrummed with sexual energy. 

Drool was leaking out around my lips and staining my cheek as Jacob stroked his prick in and out of my face. I was taking him far deeper than I felt comfortable with and occasionally I would suppress a gag as his head brushed the back of my throat. 

I focused on being passive, and allowed this violation to continue, thrilled to be so defiled. 

Then he pulled out and smeared his slimy tool all over my face once more. I sensed he loved to be tainting me with his manhood. I could tell he was getting off on the power he had, his moans and specific focus were dead give-aways as he rubbed his damp prick all around my features. 

Once more he pushed into my mouth and now while he fucked my face he grabbed my breast and began to knead the soft tissue of my tit hard, grinding his fingers into my soft flesh.

I was going to have to avoid letting Carl see me for a few days because I could feel Jacob bruising my breast with his fingers. I moaned and he squeezed harder his cock driving deeper into my throat. 

I lay passively as my face was fucked by this stranger and I began to climax. I had never had an orgasm without having my clit stimulated. I hadn't believed it were possible, but suddenly my body began to quiver and pleasure bloomed between my legs as I was used by this stranger. 

It was a mental orgasm. I could feel tingles in my clit just like normal, but I was far more present and in my head with this orgasm. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I relished the change. 

While my climax was still going I heard Jacob start taking pictures of his cock buried in my face, once again the same as Shultz, and the idea sent me off on a more intense orgasm. This one was so powerful that I started licking and sucking his cock and writhing around a bit. I didn't know I was doing that until I stopped cumming and felt what I was doing. 

Instinct told me to keep going, but weakly, and I flailed a bit as if I were sleeping and dreaming. It seemed to fool Jacob because he chuckled low and continued to fuck my face. 

It felt wonderful to be involved in the sex, but the perversion factor dropped off. Participating, even in a small way was far less exciting than being helpless. I slowed down my actions and eventually stopped. 

Jacob took his cock out of my now slack mouth and smeared it around my face once more, my spittle dripping off my face and gathering in my eyes. He took some more pictures of him doing this and then moved back off the bed. 

I was sprawled out on the bed, my legs splayed wide, my pussy oozing fluid, my face coated in my own drool and I was still totally horny.

Once more Jacob pulled my body around into a position he wanted. He dragged my hips down the bed and opened my legs around his own hips. I was now trembling with need; he was finally going to fuck me. I was thrilled. 

He pressed the head of his cock at my entrance and I felt a surge of anger at the presumption of this man. He was about to enter my body without permission. He was raping me and I hated him. 

And I wanted him inside me more than any man at any time in my life prior to this. I couldn't; wait, and yet I lay helpless my arms wide an open from when he dragged me down the bed, my body displayed to his gaze in all its glory as he pressed his prick into my sopping wet pussy. 

I had a series of orgasms as he entered me, my body shuddering, my breath coming in gasps as I lost myself in this delightful degradation.

I can't imagine what Jacob thought of how my body reacted to his thrusting into me, but he began to fuck me slowly and deeply as I quivered beneath him in abject sexual release. 

I just continued to cum as he used my passive body. I loved being helpless as he fucked me. He groped my tits some more and made me fall deeper into the vortex of my delight. 

My slick pussy gripped him as he slipped in and out of me and he began to drive into me harder and deeper. I moaned and gasped as he fucked the shit out of me, my orgasms still erupting all through me body. 

I didn't have to concentrate on not moving, my body was so awash in pleasure I couldn't have moved if I tried. 

When suddenly Jacob pulled out of me my whole being clenched in denial. How could he stop when I felt so good? 

Then I felt him smearing his cock on my face once more, coating my wet features with my own musky juices. He shoved his befouled prick into my gasping mouth and I tasted my cunt. I suckled him greedily, eager to taste my own orgasms, the strange taste so primal and arousing. I was cumming once more as I lay passively, my mouth suckling him instinctively while he fucked my face as aggressively as he had my pussy moments before. 

Then he pulled back and began to shoot his sperm all over my face. I didn't flinch as the first gout of thick, hot spunk hit my cheek, but I felt a surge of anger at him defiling me so blatantly. Also because he was denying me the taste of him. I hated the taste of cum usually, but today I was so far gone in my lust that I yearned to be filled by his cum. And yet it was perfect that he shot his load on my face. I had yet one more powerful climax as his jism drizzled my open lips and trickled into my mouth. It was in my eyes and across my forehead and I couldn't have felt more aroused. 

Once his orgasm subsided he smeared his cum around on my face with his knob and took pictures that filled me with mortification. I knew this was going to end up on the internet and it filled me with rage and shame, and a powerful thrill. 

Finally I stopped shuddering with multiple orgasms and I could lay utterly spent on the bed, my body weak from prolonged pleasure. 

I had never felt more sexual satisfied and I hated it. I was mortified at how I allowed this man to so thoroughly debase me, and how much delight I got in it. 

As I heard him dressing I stayed completely still except for my tears which leaked out from my eyes and mingled with the spit and sperm glazing my features. I was a mess and felt beyond degraded by my behavior. 

Jacob took more photos of me after he dressed, he never seemed to be satisfied, he tilted my chin this way and that looking for the best shot. He slapped my breasts, and he parted my still dribbling pussy lips to shoot up inside me.




Helpless



I lay still through all this abuse and berated myself for how much delight I was getting from his callus violation of my privacy. 

When he at last left I curled in on myself and sobbed. 

Even as I wept, the wracking violent blubbering of a child, I found my hand rubbing my clit and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm once more. 

When I could deny my pleasure no more I flopped over on my back and frigged myself over the edge of yet another orgasm, my anger and humiliation mingled with my lechery. As I began to climax yet again I lifted a hand to my face and scooped the cooling slop deposited there into my mouth and shuddered and quaked as I came once more while tasting the leavings of a man I despised for using me and showing me the depths of my impurity. 

When I came down from my climax I felt awful. Guilt and shame made me sick. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. I looked at myself in the mirror, nude, my face a stained mess, my make-up smeared and my skin blotchy. My breast was bruised where Jacob had ground his fingers into my flesh, and my hair was tangled and sticky with cum. 

I stared at myself, taking in my despicable state, and wondered who this woman in the mirror was. 

For two days I resolved not to think about what I had done, and to stop wanting to put myself in these horrible situations. I think I would have gotten past this whole episode if it weren't for the fact that I loved the way my gums looked now. I loved my smile and wanted to get the top gums done as well. 

I still had an appointment with Dr. Shultz to get them finished and the temptation was just too strong. My husband Carl had more sex in those few days than we had had in years. I fucked him every which way, trying to erase the memory of those other men using my body. 

I pounced on Carl in the middle of the night the first time and told him to be as rough as he wanted. I was an animal and he bruised me enough that the bruises from Jacob wouldn't give me away.

Yet no matter how much sex Carl and I had it wasn't the right kind of sex. My shame kept me from revealing that I wanted him to make me helpless. I couldn't articulate it. My self-loathing was too great, and I had no anger at Carl. I loved him. It didn't kick start my strange cycle of lust with the anger that fueled it. 

As the days grew closer to my appointment with Dr. Shultz I grew even more horny, but now I wanted passivity. I wanted to be taken and used. I struggled with my desires and the implication of them. I choked on the words that would tell Carl how to satisfy me. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him what I wanted. 

I began to shrug off sex and by the day of my appointment I was squirming to be used by Shultz. 

I paid no attention to the police cars parked near the entrance to his building, but when I got off the elevator to his floor I saw a crowd of people around his office and my stomach flip flopped with nerves. 

I saw police officers and official looking people everywhere. Like an automaton I walked through the crowd of onlookers to the door and looked inside. The secretary was sitting white faced in the waiting room being interviewed by a woman in a sports coat and slacks. This woman had a badge on her breast pocket. 

A uniformed police officer came through the crowd and asked me to step back. 

"What happened here?" I asked. 

"There have been some complaints about the dentist here." The cop looked closely at me, and something in my face gave away that I was more than idly curious. "Were you a patient here?"

"I just arrived for my appointment."

The cop looked me over. I had dressed in a silken blouse with only three buttons that left a fair amount of skin showing, a stretchy black skirt that would slide right off over my hips and no underwear. Luckily I had a nice jacket on that didn't make me look like an hooker. 

"Would you please wait here, miss?"

The cop went into the waiting room and spoke to the woman detective. She looked up at me and stared a moment. I felt like a bug under a microscope. She spoke to the cop and returned to talking to the secretary. The cop came back to me.

"Would you mind speaking to the detective in charge miss?"

"What is this all about?" I knew, but I was stalling, trying to get my brain working.

"I'll let the detective tell you. Come in and have a seat." It wasn't a request. 

I went in and sat and watched numerous people going back and forth carrying instruments and boxes back and forth. 

Eventually the detective, Sergeant Lopez, told me what was going on.

It would appear that I was not the only woman who had been able to remember what had happened to her. Others had reported Shultz, and the police had been doing a thorough investigation. He had been molesting his female patients, had been arrested and they were confiscating evidence from his computer and files. 

"Did he ever offer you an experimental drug for an anesthetic?" 

"Yes. Yes he did."

"Did anything inappropriate occur while you were sedated, anything you remember?"

"No. I don't think so." I lied. I lied with every fibre of my being. I would pursue the law now, but I wasn't going to admit to knowing what he had done to me. 

"Your name is on a list of women he wrote down. It seems to indicate that in fact you may have been molested. I'm so sorry to tell you this."

She seemed so sincere, so concerned that my tension broke and I guiltily began to cry. She reached for some tissues and offered them to me. 

"I understand how much of a shock and violation this must be. We can't be certain yet, but there is a lot of evidence piling up against Dr. Shultz. We may be able to find out for sure what did or didn't happen to you."

I nodded remembering the click of his camera. People were going to see those photographs. The photos were going to be used as evidence. And god help me it made me tingle in my pussy to think about anyone looking at those shots of me nude and being used by Shultz. Even now crying in this room my pussy was getting wet thinking about it. 

Detective Lopez spoke to me for a little while more. She told me about a lawyer that some of the other women were using to sue him, and she spoke of counseling and asked me information about what I could remember. I spoke and answered but I don't really remember what I said. 

I went home and called Carl. 

He rushed home and I wept even more in his arms. I wept from shame and self-loathing, he held me to comfort me in the face of this perceived abuse. 

Later that night Detective Lopez stopped by to tell me they had found photographs of me. She showed me a contact sheet of the thumbnails. I grew desperately horny looking at these tiny images of myself with Shultz's cock in my mouth, in my pussy, his hands all over my body and his cum spilled over me. When I saw the shot of my pussy glistening and drizzled in his sperm I began to climax, shuddering and sweating. 

Carl held me and I came harder as he crushed me to him. It was all so sordid and shameful and if made me tremble with lust. 

The rest of Lopez's visit was a blur and when she left I went and had a long hot shower, trying to wash away my guilt.

In the end five women testified against Dr. Shultz, myself included. I was a bitch after all, and no-one treated me like this. 

Except men had, and I loved it. 

After the trial I finally worked up the nerve to introduce some new ideas into my bedroom. 

I told Carl I wanted to be tied up. I said I had been thinking of it for a while and that I was really excited by it. If he associated it at all with Dr. Shultz he didn't say so. 

It turned out that Carl was pretty good at being dominant. He took control easily and he used me aggressively, knowing I liked that. 

Bit by bit we experimented more with power play and I found that struggling, and resisting was almost as fun as being passive. Both made me feel helpless, and once Carl got good at shaming me I felt more anger and could get off harder. 

We weren't all the way there, but it was a great start. 

And sometimes when I was alone and surfing for porn I would look for pictures of myself online, wondering, even hoping that Jacob would upload them, or that some sleazy cop would put up Dr. Shultz's pictures. I still haven't found them, but I have come up with some interesting ideas for future games with Carl. 

Sometimes I can be such a dirty bitch.



Helpless



Giving someone free reign of your body is an act of trust. I see it everyday in my work as a fitness instructor. Women let me work their bodies into shape, doing whatever I say, without questioning my instruction at all. They always underestimate what their bodies are capable of, and this is especially true of Lisa. 

"I can't do it!" She is practically crying through the last few reps of her workout.

"Yes you can, you've done this a million times," I encourage her. Secretly though, I have increased the weight on the machine she is working. It's a trick I like to play with my clients. That, and cheating when I count their reps. It's simple psychology...if you believe you can do something, then by God you can do it. 

Lisa completes the set, then falls to the floor in a poorly-acted death. I kneel down beside her, placing my ear to her chest, pretending to listen for a heart-beat.

"Another one bites the dust," I say carelessly, "too bad I will be swimming alone..." I stand up and peel off my tank top and shorts. It is Sunday night and we are the only ones left in the gym. It's our one chance to get the pool to ourselves.

"Skinny dipping, huh?" Lisa laughs and jumps up to join me. We race to the pool, and I outrun her easily, finishing with a swan dive into the deep end. Lisa strips down and enters the pool one step at a time, hanging by the edge to watch me swim laps. I cross the pool 7 times before climbing up on the diving board to stretch out. I am refreshed from the swim, and I pose my glistening wet body in a yoga sun salute, standing up straight, arms in the air. Lisa is not happy with my form and she comes around to correct me.

"There," she says as she presses the small of my back to arch it properly. Standing behind me, she runs her hands up the front of me, stopping to linger on my breasts.

"You really have a beautiful body," she states enviously as she brings her hands around to trace the shape of my bottom.

"I can't complain, this body has been very good to me," I answer. Not only have I remained injury free throughout hundreds of workouts, I am also pretty easy to please. I cum easily and often, and have a hard time relating to women who say they are frustrated in bed.

"Don't let me interrupt you," Michael says, from across the pool area. He is here to pick me up, and has walked in just in time to see our two naked female bodies, still wet from the pool, standing together on the diving board. As usual, my heart beats faster at the sight of him.

"Sorry...she's all mine tonight," says Lisa, wrapping her arms around me protectively.

"That's okay, I don't mind watching," Michael replies as he kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the pool, hoping for a show. 

Never one to disappoint, I turn to Lisa and kiss her full on the mouth, pressing my breasts up against hers. I bring my hands to her chest and fondle each nipple, then drop to my knees putting her breast to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, then bite- first gently, then a little harder. Michael can't tell what I'm doing, but he can see the reaction on Lisa's face, first pleasure, then throwing her head back with the slight pain. I go to her other breast, and at the same time slip my hand between her legs. She is getting wet as I slide my finger around her clit, then into her, just a little. Getting down lower on my knees, I force her legs apart and kiss the inside of her thighs, higher and higher. She wants to sit, or lie down, to reciprocate, but I smack the side of her hip, forcing her to remain standing. I'm in charge here, and I want to show her how good it can feel to be filled, completely.

It is the best sensation, when someone kisses you down there the way they french-kiss you on the mouth. I kiss Lisa that way on her pussy, bringing my tongue in and out of her, sucking her clit, nearly bringing her to orgasm. But I stop for a moment, letting her cool down. I want her to be begging for me. Finally I let her lie back, keeping her legs apart, so I can begin massaging her again. I glance back at Michael and see he has pulled down his shorts in front and is slowly masturbating at the sight of Lisa's legs spread wide for me. That makes me wet, and I have to rub myself for a moment before I return my full attention to Lisa. I am sitting between her legs, slowly rubbing her with my hand and gently kissing her with my lips. At one point I lean in to let my breast rub her there, and we both start panting a little. She starts to sit up, but I push her firmly back down, I want her relaxed.

She is bucking her hips and breathing heavy, so I know she is ready. I move in closer, so that I can reach her breasts with my mouth while my hand stays between her legs. I suck on her nipple, harder now, to distract her from what I am about to do. Carefully I slide two fingers deep inside her, using my thumb to touch her most sensitive spot. Bucking harder now, I know she is ready to cum. I place my pinky inside her, just to get it wet, then press it firmly against her other opening, the one she is afraid to penetrate. She moans at the unfamiliar feeling as I press all the way into her ass. She screams out loud now, arching her back and pushing her body down harder on my hand. She cums in waves, shaking and pulsing, then finally relaxing as I remove myself from her.

"I would smack you," she threatens weakly, "if I didn't love you so much."

"I love you , too," I kiss her on the forehead and dive into the pool, swimming towards Michael. Now, I will have him all to myself, with Lisa's help, of course.

"Come on," I yell over my shoulder to Lisa, "make sure he doesn't get away!" I smile and wink at her, and when she reaches the spot where Michael sits, I motion for her to get behind him.

"Take off his shirt," I order Lisa, as I pull off his shorts. He doesn't resist, but gives me a "what now?" look.

"Relax, I promise not to hurt you...unless you want me to?" I ask with an innocent grin. I direct Lisa to sit behind him, close, with her legs wrapped around him, pinning his arms with hers. She's pretty strong, but obviously he is stronger and could get loose...if he really wanted to. Still, I can have my fun while he is somewhat helpless. I am still in the water, between his legs and I take his cock in my mouth, grabbing his balls with my hand, a little rougher than usual. I take him as deep in my throat as I can, and he moans a bit. I see Lisa, holding him tight, is tickling his ear with her tongue. I pull back and run my tongue around the head of his dick, then up and down the shaft, much too gently for his liking so he pushes himself towards me, wanting me to take him deep again. I will...but not yet. He is enjoying being the center of attention, and doesn't care that his hands are useless. I play some more, kissing his cock lightly with my lips, sucking just the head, then taking him in, a little at a time, then all the way, in and out, until he is mouth fucking me. Abruptly, I pull away completely. He was on the verge, and looks at me, pleading for relief. I too, need relief.

I float away from them, on my back, as if not a care in the world. In reality, I can't wait to fuck him, but I let him wait helplessly, and wonder. I get out of the pool and walk around to where they are, him with his raging hard-on, her, still holding him tight. He is seated, arms trapped, on the edge of the pool. I walk over and stand in front of him, straddling his legs, my pussy in his face. I push his head back and rub myself on his mouth, his tongue caressing me. I pull him to me and please myself on his face. I should stop here...walk away...let him suffer, but my body won't let me. I squat down in front of him, thrusting my tit in his mouth. I find his dick with my hand and guide it up inside of me....sweet relief...mine and his, as I ride him hard. He is dying to touch me, to control the motion, but he is helpless, held tight by Lisa's arms. I am helpless as well, my body taking over, needing him deep inside me, again and again, until I cum with a scream. I can't stop moving as I feel him cumming inside me, groaning with pleasure. I kiss his mouth and then relax back into the pool. Floating again on my back I wonder...how does it feel, to be taken by force? Maybe...I would like to find out.



Helpless



A strange combination of hate and lust course through me as I stare down at your prone body. You lay, breathing deeply, on the bed, stripped of everything save your underwear and bra. The silken lace that cover your most private areas would prove to be an insufficient barrier to me, for I am on a mission. A mission to make you suffer in the most delightful way.

I smile darkly at your vulnerability. I believe that I had indeed taken you by surprise. You had not expected me, and definitely not the cloth soaked with the strange smelling chemical that had robbed you of all your senses which I had pressed over your nose and mouth. But as for me, everything was going to plan.

You shuffle slightly in your sleep, fidgeting against what I know to be the first stirrings of consciousness. I am glad that I had tied you up immediately upon dragging you here. I am sure you would panic when you woke up and found yourself in bondage.

I lick my lips as my eyes devour your image. Your shoulder length hair, perfectly framing your face; your pale, smooth skin, dotted here and there with freckles. The fury rose in me again as I remember what you had said to me the night that we were to fully engage in our love for each other.

"I cant be with you." 

I curl my lip in a sneer as I recall the way my heart broke. You had told me that you had never actually loved me, that you were just stringing me along to see how far I would go. The bravery and strength I had to summon to look you in the eye...it was exhausting. I told you that I didn't bother me. But that wasn't true. I was dying a little inside. I was sad and I was angry and I was going to make you pay for what you did to me. 

After all, we had supposedly been dating for almost six months. Turns out that was all a lie.

But if your words didn't hurt enough, the way you behaved towards me after words just drove me mad. First you tried to engage me in sexual activity. I refused, hardened, and knowing that sex should occur through love, not trickery. Next, as we get ready for bed, you pulled yourself against me in the bed. If I had my way, I would have slept in the other room, because I did not want to share a bed with you. You drove me insane that night. 

Being so close, your body against mine, but me knowing your true thoughts. You see, this is what dragged us here-what ended you up completely at my mercy.

I see your eyes flicker open and after blinking several times, they register shock and, as I expected, panic. But when you see me, I see the light of recognition, the look of guilt that flashes across your eyes. Yeah, that's right. You know what you did was wrong. 

You open your mouth to say something, but I am having none of it. I shove a pair of socks into your mouth, smiling viciously at the grunt of outrage that this action provokes. I secure your gag with a soft scarf, tied over your mouth and secured at the back of your head/ I am not listening to any of your words. For now, it's my turn. But I will not give you the leisure of knowing what I am about to do. You will just have to deal with it. 

I am standing beside you now, looking down at you and I see the look of fear in your beautiful eyes. You make muffled sounds behind your gag, but I pay them no heed. I've waited for so long to finally get revenge. I've wanted to do this for even longer; even when we were together, I dreamed of this moment. Now it is here, and I will waste no time on your pathetic whimpers.

My dark eyes meet yours and hold your gaze as my hands gently slid onto your body. I feel you stiffen, register the shock in your face as you realize that my plans. You shake your head as grunts of protests emerge from your blocked lips. 

My hands start at your elbows, slowly, agonizingly slowly, dragging down towards your exposed armpits. You're objections grow higher in pitch the closer I get. I stop, just before I reach the smooth hollows and flash you a humorless grin. I bet you feel pretty helpless right now. You should. You are at my mercy and it will be my greatest pleasure to take you apart, piece by piece. 

Without warning, I strike, wiggling my fingers into my armpits. You arch your back with a muffled shriek and laughter bubbles out from behind the gag. 

I don't rush the sensations up one bit. I keep them constant, stroking and wiggling my fingers around not just in your armpits, but over your sides and stomach, watching as you twist in a desperate attempt to evade me.

Your cheeks are already tinged pink and tears are beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes. How pathetic. It's only been thirty-seconds. There is no way I am going to give you a break. Not yet.

My hands slip down to your hips, a spot I remember from previous exploits, to be a treasure-trove of ticklish nerve endings. I am not disappointed. You arch your back once more as your squeals bring to life the reality of your situation.

You are helpless, trapped and vulnerable. I can do whatever I want to you, and I know that you know this. I can tell by the way your eyes are filled with unspoken pleas. But I do not have mercy. Not today, not for you.

My fingers trace over your ribs, drawing more laughter, before I move down to your feet. But you're squirming too much. It makes it hard to stay in one place. So I take the next step. I straddle your hips, pressing my heavier weight against your slender, beautiful figure. My fingers dance agonizingly over your stomach, stroking gently over your skin. I feel your tummy twitch in response as my nails drag over it. I moan to myself slightly as I feel you squirming between my legs. Oh god...the lust that I had been feeling now overpowers the rage. 

I know that you are experiencing similar feelings. Your body gives you away. The hardening of your nipples, the dampening between your legs. I smirk at you, raising an eye brow. So you are getting turned on, huh? Well...let me do something about that. 

I lower my face to your torso, planting gentle kisses over your stomach and ribs, up onto your cleavage, letting my fingers just slip under your bra to tease the undersides of your breasts. I move my mouth to your neck, letting my teeth scrape against your throat. I hear you whimper and it sends shivers through my body. Oh my dear...i will make you so desperate that you cannot stand it. But not yet.

I am off you in an instant, moving to stand by your feet instead. I curl my lip at the escalation of your obvious apprehension. The shaking of your head, the way your toes clench before I even touch them. 

For the first time, when I look at you, I allow my level of anger at your betrayal show. I know my eyes blaze with it. I grab a hair brush and scrape it over the bottoms of your feet. You erupt into desperate howls of laughter, thrashing and wriggling to escape. But there is no escape for you.

Time goes by fast when you are having fun. I glance at the clock and realize that I have been torturing your poor, defenseless soles for over ten minutes. No wonder your voice has gone silent. I pull away and move to stand beside you again. I gaze down and I let my eyes soften as I take in your breathless, scarlet-faced form. Tears stain your cheeks and droplets of sweat dot your forehead. 

Part of me feels bad for torturing you. But the other part of me, the part in control, knows that what I am about to do will make everything okay again. I lie next to you, pressed against your body like you did to me all those months ago. I slip one hand under your back, surprised when you help me by lifted your spine. My fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra and I manage to unhook it. With my other hand, I wiggle the straps out from under you, slipping off that piece of underwear, and exposing your breasts. I knew waiting would be worth it. Your nipples are hardened and everywhere I look, I see that goosebumps are rising on your skin. 

I smile at you, letting my hands roam your body. Not quite tickling, but enough to make you squirm slightly. I reach into my pocket and pull out a long, stiff feather—one of the ones I bought at that art store. I flick your nipples with it and you gasp and moan. I get better leverage by getting onto my knees, using one leg to spread your own a little farther. Then, while I continue to flick one nipple with the feather, my lips close on the other, letting my tongue tease and tantalize the delicate knot of flesh. Meanwhile, my free hand slips under the hem of your underwear to tickle at your delicate mound. You giggle desperately, lifted your hips to meet me. I know, my love. It tickles so bad, but it feels so good. Your body is at war with your brain. 

I continue tickling your mound, careful to every so often stroke your clit and just inside the folds, now made even more accessible from your open legs. Your giggling is laced with growing moans. I drop the feather stroking your nipple and instead lightly tickle your sides and stomach. You shift and moan, giggle and gasp. You cant help it. You hate that you love what I am doing. You thrust at my hand, trying in vain to get me to touch you more, to make you cum. But I am not done yet. I may be soft, but I am not showing mercy. 

I let my fingers go deeper in, always tickling, driving you mad with laughter, but now every so often putting a finger deeper inside with my thumb rotating across your clit each time. I feel the first contractions around my finger and pull back just as you reach the edge. So close...so close...I know you are just teetering on the edge...I could let you suffer. I could torment you this way for hours. But a growing pressure in my core is demanding attention, so I decide to finish you off. Your eyes are shut, your face screwed up as you try to handle to sensations flooding your body. The agonizing arousal that only grew when I pulled away has you totally distracted. You don't see it coming. My lips close once more on your nipple, one hand teasing the other, while my free hand thrusts wildly into your panties. Almost at once, you let out a muffled scream as you felt the release. I feel the wetness on my hand, feel your body trembling with the force of wave after way of orgasm. 

It takes you several minutes to come down from such a high. You are tired. I can see that. You can barely keep your eyes open. I gently untie you and take the gag from your mouth. I let you drink some water and then lay you back down. Your eyes flutter shut, but you are smiling. Your hand clutches mine, and I lie down next to you. We fall asleep together, like we did before. 

But when I wake up, I find that I couldn't move. I know at once what is going on and I shift nervously. Yes, there you are. Standing there completely naked. In one hand is a feather. In the other, a paint brush, and on your face, there is a smirk that brings me chills. I smile at you. You know that tickling is my fetish, and if you are willing to play with me like this, after all I did to you, then I know that we are okay.



Helpless



I had never done anything like this before. I was 25, single and bored. I worked in an office where everyone was much older than me and mostly male. I was lucky enough to own my own very small flat and had just bought my first car. I didn't meet girls socially much and lived a long way from my family, having moved to get the job.

In those far off days before the internet there weren't so many opportunities to hook up. But I had placed a personal advert, jokingly referring to me as a car:

"19** model man available. Low mileage hardly been driven. Looks and sounds good but has a tendency to run on after owner has switched off, due to surplus intellect. Suit experienced female driver who knows what she wants and how to ask for it. All offers considered, Mike."

I got one reply:

"Mike, sorry to hear you suffer from pre-ignition. I need to know you are genuine so reply with your phone number or it is no deal, Lynne."

Then she wrote:

"Take your chance adventurous stranger strike the bell and brave the danger

Or wonder, till it drives you mad, what would happened if you had."

I was somewhat intrigued and did some research. Pre-ignition refers to a car engine running on after being switched off. She clearly knew more about cars than I did. The quote sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it.

After much indecision I had sent her my number and sent the next few days agonising over whether I should have done.

Saturday morning and I was lazily still in bed when the phone rang.

"Hello..."

"Hello Mike..." a rather throaty female voice, mature and sexy. Oh my god it must be her!

"Oh ... hello!" 

She laughed and started to ask me about myself, I told her everything she asked. After a while I plucked up the courage to ask her questions in return. She told me she had large breasts but a small bottom (rather awkward when buying clothes, she admitted). I didn't ask her age but she was clearly older than me. She mentioned a town about fifteen miles away and a pub with a large car park. Before I knew it I was agreeing to meet her the following day for lunch there. 

She added mysteriously "that gives us the afternoon if we want it".

The following day I was nervous as hell. What if I got lost on the way and was late, I didn't have her number? What if I crashed the car or it broke down or something? My hands were shaking as I drove into the pub car park. 

I saw her sitting there in the sunshine at an outside table. It had to be her! She had tight trousers and a top that seemed to have difficulty restraining those splendid breasts. She was looking straight at me. My feelings were in conflict. She was clearly older than I imagined and I felt a surge of panic. What if I couldn't perform? Suddenly I just knew that I wouldn't be able to and it would be humiliating, she would feel insulted and it would be a disaster!

But it was too late to back out now, I got out of the car and walked across to her and introduced myself: "Thank God for that I'm starving!" she replied and instantly my nerves started to settle.

It was a lovely sunny day but we went inside and found a corner table. It didn't seem long before we were chatting away as if we had known each other all our lives. I discovered she was single with a son in the army. I found I really liked her but I kept thinking that she was too old for me and I didn't know how to let her down gently. As we had lunch and a drink (just one, we were both driving) I found myself staring at those breasts. She had a kind of halter top with a cut out section that showed a bit of cleavage. 

Finally we walked back across the car park to her car which was a convertible with the top down. I admired it. "Like me" she said. "Not young but a lot of fun!" I laughed and she got in and looked up at me. She took a bit of paper out of the door pocket and wrote her number down. "So, if you want to see me again, give me a call." I took the paper, unsure what to say or do. 

She looked up at me expectantly. Suddenly I found the words coming out of my mouth: "Would it embarrass you if I kissed you?" She gave that throaty laugh and I was kissing her hard on the mouth.

"Next time!" She laughed as she pushed me back and drove off waving. I was sure everyone was watching as I stumbled back to my car, and I had asked if she would be embarrassed!

All the way home I turned the thing over in my mind. Part of me said she was too old, I didn't really fancy her and it would be a disaster. She would want an experienced man who could give her what she wanted. I was young with a good job and to be brutal about it, I could do better.

Nevertheless I found myself thinking about her more and more over the next few weeks although I had plenty of other things to worry about. Things were not going well at work, we lost a big client. Finally I was called in to see the boss.

"I am sorry Mike, I don't think we can carry on like this. You're not performing. You've got brains, even knowledge, but you just don't have that drive, that determination to succeed. I feel it, the clients feel it. I have given you enough chances, I'm sorry, I'll have to let you go. You can have a month's pay, but there's no point dragging it out. Goodbye Mike." 

Mechanically I got up and shook his hand. I cleared out my desk and went home. I told myself they were making a mistake, I was good at my job and had good qualifications. I would easily find a better job. I sent my CV everywhere. I used all my contacts, I put on my best suit and went cold calling, nothing. I was running out of money.

One Sunday morning I found myself looking at the paper with her phone number on it. I picked up the phone and called her. There was a long silence down the phone after I said hello. 

"Look Lynne I know it's been a long time and I am sorry but...I really want to buy you lunch today at the pub, please."

"I don't know Mike, it's not as if you could have been that keen on me is it? It's going to be hot this afternoon, I was just going to be in the garden." There was another long silence and then: "Be there in an hour and we'll talk, don't be late".

I had a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Then I set off in my car to meet her, heart pounding. Fifty-five minutes and two traffic jams later I was speeding into the town when I noticed the fuel gage was nearly on empty. I pulled into a service station and then realised I had left my wallet at home when I changed by trousers. I couldn't buy any petrol and wouldn't be able to buy her lunch. Miserably I got drove to the pub, not knowing what else to do. 

She was sitting where I first saw her with a drink in her hand. I walked over and sat down facing her. She looked me straight in the eye and ordered: 

"Tell me!"

She was in shorts and a top that was even briefer that last time. I told her every last embarrassing detail, even down to my empty petrol tank. Finally she said:

"You don't have to buy me lunch, I was cooking dinner anyway. Come on." She stood up and took my hand. I followed her to the convertible. I found myself getting in and she reached across and kissed me softly on the lips while fastening my seat belt, then we were driving out of the car park while I was still trying to work out what was going on.

She drove fast and soon pulled up at the last in a row of terraced houses down a quiet cul de sac. We went in the lounge and she told me to sit down while she brought me a beer. Then she went to finish getting dinner. We started to eat, but I found myself entering a sort of dream like state, not really believing this was really happening. I remember starting to clear up when she excused herself and reappeared wearing a tiny bikini bottom and a t shirt. She walked out into the garden. When I came out to join her she was lying topless on a sun lounger. My god she had a lovely pair! She looked across at me and said: "I thought I would give you a proper look this time." I stared at her for what seemed an age and then slowly took off my shirt, as it went over my head I heard her voice as if it was coming from inside my head "You don't have to stop". I found myself undoing my short and dropping them to the floor as I moved to the lounger next to hers. My boxers felt ridiculously tight and I realised I was tenting them out but it was if I no longer had any control over what was happening. We turned towards each over and she gently started to stroke my side with one hand while pulling me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues clashed as I found my hand sliding over her smooth skin towards that full soft breast. 

I found myself pulling back breathing hard, wondering if we could be seen by any of the neighbours but then she drew my head into those superb breasts and I knew I was lost. I heard her give that deep throaty chuckle as her hand moved into my boxers, she gripped me and whispered into my ear. It was like I understood without hearing, I got up and walked into the house. She took me by the hand and led to the bathroom and I found myself running a bath, complete with bubbles. She stood behind me and carefully eased by boxers away from my body and then down to the floor. She gave me a single slap on the bottom and I understood I was to step out and turn round. Her eyes ran down my body and then, incredibly she produced a camera and photographed me standing there with my hard on pointing to the sky. 

She helped me into the bath and proceeded to wash me lovingly while she held my head against her breasts. As if prompted by an inaudible question I said aloud: 

"Nothing to be embarrassed about any more."

She gave another throaty chuckle as she finished washing my hair and then said: "I think we both know there is one thing don't we?" 

My eyes flew open in shock "How long have you known?" 

She chuckled again as she drew me out of the bath and wrapped me in the towel. "I've always known silly, but never mind, I'm going to take your virginity now, and when you come inside me, your will and your body will be mine as long as I want them to be." She reached down to grab my balls and eased me onto the bed, I realised my arms were spreading open over my head as if I under a spell. She tossed away her bikini pants and straddled me easily. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear: "Resist darling, as long as you can, I want you to, the longer you resist, the harder under my spell you will fall."

Then she eased me into her soft wetness, I gasped loudly at the sheer pleasure of it as I felt her core surround me. She sank deep almost straight away and I could feel her muscles massaging me. I felt I would spurt immediately but she shook her head and placed a finger on my lips as she rocked back and forth. She picked up my hands form the bed and forced them onto her breasts and I started to cup and squeeze her flesh until she suddenly gripped me with her arms and her thighs and rolled me over. That was it, I was on top and thrusting between her thighs for all I was worth and then she was shouting in triumph and suddenly I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back and then she screamed and dug her nails into my back and I was shooting everything I had into her unprotected womb and then it all seemed to go black.

I realised I was lying on my back totally drained and the camera shutter was clicking and then she was picking up the phone and dialling. I heard her say "Julie, come over whenever you like and take a look, he will be asleep soon. My last conscious thought was sucking at her breasts as she cradled my head and cooed at me "It's OK baby, all done, sleep now my darling save your strength."