The Hospital - (MFf, bdsm, nc) The Hospital - The transition from dreamworld to reality was slow but relentless. Even in sleep, Jenny knew that something was terribly wrong, that consciousness would bring unwelcome knowledge. She clung to the scraps of the dream that lingered in her mind and tried to ignore the increasing discomfort in her body as it awakened. Awareness arrived, and told her that she was lying on her back on a soft surface, with her legs raised and parted. Something light covered her body. Her limbs felt heavy and stiff, her mouth was parched and her temples throbbed. Her eyes felt gummy and would not open. She tried to wipe away the residue of sleep from her eyes but her arm did not, or could not, respond to the signals her brain sent it. Panic rose inside her, rushing up from the pit of her stomach to her head, leaving a bitter taste in its wake. Dizzily, she tried to turn over, but again she could not move. Calm, calm, she told herself, fighting the urge to scream, knowing that she might not be able to stop if she did. She began methodically checking her body, limb by limb. There was sensation in every part of her body, as far as she could tell, although she could not move an inch. It felt as if she was wrapped in a combination of bandages, straps and plaster casts that were also attached firmly to the bed, suppressing any movement. She could just manage to get a wriggle out of her toes, but that was the limit of her mobility. Her hands and fingers were encased in something soft and tight that kept them rigidly straight. Her arms were held immobile by her sides, with what she presumed were plaster casts that extended all the way from her upper arms to the tips of her fingers. Her tummy was likewise encased, and the arm casts seemed to be attached to the one around her midriff. She could feel bandaging above and below her breasts, and there was a soft triangular wedge beneath her lower back that raised her buttocks off the mattress. Her legs were held at a ninety degree angle from her body, with her knees bent, in solid plaster casts from mid-thigh to ankle, so that she was in a sitting position, and her legs were spread wide. She guessed that the leg casts were propped up in gyneaocological stirrups for she could not bring her thighs any closer together. Jenny was naked apart from the bindings. Between her legs, she could feel that her labia had been splayed out and taped in position, exposing her sex. She felt that unmistakable bareness that told her that her pubic hair had been completely shaved off. There was some kind of rather uncomfortable tube attached to her down there, but she couldn't work out what it was for. It wasn't in her vagina, but it was definitely inside her, so she deduced that it must be in her urethra. It was hard to tell, but she also thought she could feel something lightly pressing against her clitoris, which was throbbing a little. She wished that she could touch herself to see what had been done, or at least pull her legs together so that she wouldn't feel so vulnerable. She hoped that the cover went all the way down and hid her exposed vagina from view. A sudden swishing sound by the side of her head preceeded the touch of a cool hand on her forehead. Jenny was startled, but soon soothed by the kind female voice that crooned; "There, there, you poor girl, waking up all alone. Let's wash the sleep out of your eyes, shall we?" A damp cloth gently rubbed her face, removing the gluey substance from her eyes. Jenny blinked and gradually opened them all the way. She looked up into an exquisitely beautiful face surrounded by a white headscarf. The young woman stroked Jenny's forehead and smiled. "You must be thirsty. Here, let me help you with some water." The woman reached for a beaker with a long straw and held it to Jenny's lips. As she sipped, she looked around at her surroundings. She was lying on a bed in a large, white room. Her body was under a white sheet that came up to her bare shoulders, and rose up over her legs,obscuring her view of most of the room. She could see a single window which was covered with a white blind, but no door, so she guessed that it must be on the wall that was hidden by the sheet. There was a little table next to the bed, and a sink. But no pictures on the wall, no flowers, and no cards. The woman was obviously a nurse. She wore a well-fitted white tunic, that was maybe just a little shorter in the leg and deeper in the cleavage than the average nurse's uniform. Her white heels were high and pointed, but her headdress was rather like a nun's. It was a strange combination. "Where am I?" asked Jenny once she had quenched her thirst. The nurse looked concerned. "You don't know where you are? Where do you think you are, dear?" she replied, answering a question with more questions. "This is a hospital. I've had an accident." Jenny frowned. She suddenly realised that there was a gaping hole in her memory that extended from... when? She could remember being in her apartment, getting dressed to go out to Tantra, the new nightclub in town, with her friend Saffron, and then nothing. She probed her mind for more information but none was forthcoming. A sliver of fear slid into her heart. "Where's Saffron?" The nurse smiled sweetly and shook her head. "I don't know who Saffron is, my dear. Do you remember how you got here?" Jenny shook her head, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "I can't remember anything bad, but something bad must have happened, right?" The nurse stroked Jenny's cheek. "Don't worry. You've had some serious physical trauma and it's not surprising that your mind is a little shaken up. Everything will come back to you soon, when the time is right. Right now you need to stay relaxed and think about positive things, so that your body will heal." "But what is wrong with me? Why can't I move? I don't feel any pain in my body." The nurse pulled down the sheet a little, so that it just covered Jenny's nipples. Jenny could now see that there were bandages snaking up from under her armpits and circling her chest above her breasts. The bandages also crossed between her cleavage and wrapped around beneath them. Judging from her complete inability to move, the bindings were also fixed firmly to the mattress somehow. She wasn't sure why her breasts had been left bare, but it made her feel a little edgy, especially as the sheet was hardly covering her. "I'm going to tell the doctors that you are awake. They can answer your questions better than I can." The nurse put her hand on Jenny's shoulder, which made her feel even more uncomfortable. "I'm Sister Angelica, and if you need me for anything, just call. I can hear you with this little intercom, see?" Sister Angelica gestured to the head of the bed where Jenny could see, by craning her head back, that there was a tiny microphone attached. "Just relax, and the doctors will be in soon." As the nurse moved to go, her hand slid downwards and brushed over Jenny's nipple. Jenny's face turned crimson. The sheet slid down further and revealed Jenny's breast completely. Sister Angelica had already turned away, and Jenny was too embarrassed to call her back. Jenny was mortified that the doctor would come in and find her this way, but there was nothing she could do to cover herself. They are doctors, she told herself, they won't care about a nipple. But then she felt a draft between her legs and her mind reeled in horror as she realised that her most private parts were totally open to scrutiny as well. The doctors were bound to be examining her down there. They had already put the tube in. What else might they do? Panicking, she began to struggle violently, and let out a helpless sob as the sheet slid off her other breast.