Ste Letto
08-15-2003, 4:05 AM
Hi everybody,
part two came out quite painlessly, so here it is. This slow build is interesting me, but I thin it's gonna snowball soon.
Taking care (Part two)
Mark lay, helpless, immobile, frustrated and angry; flicking his eyes from left to right and side to side. He could feel a sickly cold panic building in his elly and chest. Uselessly, he attempted to sit up, then to simply move any part of his body. He willed his toes, his feet, his legs, his fingers, or arms to move. It was like trying to move something on the far side of the room. His limbs were dead to him. A tear ran from his left eye.
He clenched his eyes shut, then opened them slowly. Melissa's foot hung above him, just a foot above his upper chest. His eyes played over it, absorbing every detail of its shape and form. He could see the stitching around the seams, the brand name imprinted on the rubberised sole, he could see the tread, little areas of wear and tear; everything. From giving his attention to matters of enormous financial importance, he was now giving his full attention to the shoe on the foot of a young girl.
He was lying helpless, she was being impertinent. It was disrespectful having her foot above him. Under any other circumstances he would rant and rave, knock her foot away and raise merry hell. Now he was in hell, and there was nothing merry about it.
Footsteps came from the corridor. They were rapid and confident. Dr Sue Chambers came into the room. The beautiful Dr was 32, the daughter of an American businessman and a Japanese television presenter. She was a blend of the best of both worlds; tall, elegant and slender. Her jet black hair was like velvet strands, her green eyes were like a cat's, her skin was alabaster white. She hypnotised anyone who looked at her. Her whole appearance was like a living cat, lithe, graceful and full of confidence. Everything about her spoke of confidence and superiority. Even her voice was both musical and entrancing.
Ignoring Mark Dr Chambers said "Hi Melissa." The nurse lowered her book and smiled up, "Oh, hi Susi," she replied cheerily. The Dr smiled back, then looked down at Mark. She used the toe of her Italian leather clad foot to point at Mark, "How's he behaving?" she asked mischeviously.
Melissa uncrossed her legs and slowly pressed the sole of her right foot down onto Mark's bare chest. The rubber felt cool and strangely unsettling on his skin. "Oh, I think I've got him under control!" She laughed while she spoke, and Dr Chambers joined in. "That's good," she told the nurse.
"Hello Mark," Dr Chambers began, smiling down at the man below her. She paused as if expecting a reply. After an eternity Mark managed to utter a few sounds "Hrrrff Hllnnkr". Dr Chambers smiled and shook her head. "No, sorry! I didn't get a word of that." She smiled broadly, "Never mind ehh!" Mark was astounded. Firstly, Melissa's foot was still on his chest; secondly Dr Chambers had just told him it didn't matter if nobody understood what he was saying.
"You've had a very nasty accident Mr Hollman. All the impact was around your spine. It stretched in a way that meant you lost the power to move, but retained sensation." She paused as Mark absorbed what she was saying. "Basically, you will be paralysed and helpless for the rest of your life." Mark felt more tears running from his eyes. "You must realise you are here now, for good, totally helpless and totally dependent on us for everything."
Something about the way she said this made Mark's blood run cold. "The platform you are on is a marvel of modern technology. Built into the base there are neurolectrical stimulators and monitors. We can stimulate all your nerve endings and monitor all your bodily functions. We can feed you with nutrient fluids that create no waste. You can be wheeled to wherever we wish, and moved into any position we desire."
Mark's head was spinning. "You will be kept in a permanent state of undress, but then it's nothing we haven't seen before." Mark suddenly realised that he was indeed naked. He was so shocked he nearly passed out. "I'll be going now," Dr Chambers told him, "but don't worry, we'll be seeing plenty of each other in future." As Dr Chambers left, Mark became conscious of Melissa's foot on his chest still.
She was reading her book, and had her left heel on his sternum as if he were no more than a footstool. She stretched out her leg so that the edge of her heel was biting into his skin. Mark stared at her shoe, her ankle, her calf and leg. As he watched in stunned amazement she rasised her right leg and crossed it over the left. He found himself supporting the weight of both of her legs without any consideration. She had made him, Mark William Harrison Montgomery George Hillman IV into a footstool.
Seconds dragged by, then minutes; marked only by the ticking of a clock on the wall, the occasional sound of Melissa turning a page in her book, a slight adjustment of her feet on his chest and a dull ache in his ribcage.
part two came out quite painlessly, so here it is. This slow build is interesting me, but I thin it's gonna snowball soon.
Taking care (Part two)
Mark lay, helpless, immobile, frustrated and angry; flicking his eyes from left to right and side to side. He could feel a sickly cold panic building in his elly and chest. Uselessly, he attempted to sit up, then to simply move any part of his body. He willed his toes, his feet, his legs, his fingers, or arms to move. It was like trying to move something on the far side of the room. His limbs were dead to him. A tear ran from his left eye.
He clenched his eyes shut, then opened them slowly. Melissa's foot hung above him, just a foot above his upper chest. His eyes played over it, absorbing every detail of its shape and form. He could see the stitching around the seams, the brand name imprinted on the rubberised sole, he could see the tread, little areas of wear and tear; everything. From giving his attention to matters of enormous financial importance, he was now giving his full attention to the shoe on the foot of a young girl.
He was lying helpless, she was being impertinent. It was disrespectful having her foot above him. Under any other circumstances he would rant and rave, knock her foot away and raise merry hell. Now he was in hell, and there was nothing merry about it.
Footsteps came from the corridor. They were rapid and confident. Dr Sue Chambers came into the room. The beautiful Dr was 32, the daughter of an American businessman and a Japanese television presenter. She was a blend of the best of both worlds; tall, elegant and slender. Her jet black hair was like velvet strands, her green eyes were like a cat's, her skin was alabaster white. She hypnotised anyone who looked at her. Her whole appearance was like a living cat, lithe, graceful and full of confidence. Everything about her spoke of confidence and superiority. Even her voice was both musical and entrancing.
Ignoring Mark Dr Chambers said "Hi Melissa." The nurse lowered her book and smiled up, "Oh, hi Susi," she replied cheerily. The Dr smiled back, then looked down at Mark. She used the toe of her Italian leather clad foot to point at Mark, "How's he behaving?" she asked mischeviously.
Melissa uncrossed her legs and slowly pressed the sole of her right foot down onto Mark's bare chest. The rubber felt cool and strangely unsettling on his skin. "Oh, I think I've got him under control!" She laughed while she spoke, and Dr Chambers joined in. "That's good," she told the nurse.
"Hello Mark," Dr Chambers began, smiling down at the man below her. She paused as if expecting a reply. After an eternity Mark managed to utter a few sounds "Hrrrff Hllnnkr". Dr Chambers smiled and shook her head. "No, sorry! I didn't get a word of that." She smiled broadly, "Never mind ehh!" Mark was astounded. Firstly, Melissa's foot was still on his chest; secondly Dr Chambers had just told him it didn't matter if nobody understood what he was saying.
"You've had a very nasty accident Mr Hollman. All the impact was around your spine. It stretched in a way that meant you lost the power to move, but retained sensation." She paused as Mark absorbed what she was saying. "Basically, you will be paralysed and helpless for the rest of your life." Mark felt more tears running from his eyes. "You must realise you are here now, for good, totally helpless and totally dependent on us for everything."
Something about the way she said this made Mark's blood run cold. "The platform you are on is a marvel of modern technology. Built into the base there are neurolectrical stimulators and monitors. We can stimulate all your nerve endings and monitor all your bodily functions. We can feed you with nutrient fluids that create no waste. You can be wheeled to wherever we wish, and moved into any position we desire."
Mark's head was spinning. "You will be kept in a permanent state of undress, but then it's nothing we haven't seen before." Mark suddenly realised that he was indeed naked. He was so shocked he nearly passed out. "I'll be going now," Dr Chambers told him, "but don't worry, we'll be seeing plenty of each other in future." As Dr Chambers left, Mark became conscious of Melissa's foot on his chest still.
She was reading her book, and had her left heel on his sternum as if he were no more than a footstool. She stretched out her leg so that the edge of her heel was biting into his skin. Mark stared at her shoe, her ankle, her calf and leg. As he watched in stunned amazement she rasised her right leg and crossed it over the left. He found himself supporting the weight of both of her legs without any consideration. She had made him, Mark William Harrison Montgomery George Hillman IV into a footstool.
Seconds dragged by, then minutes; marked only by the ticking of a clock on the wall, the occasional sound of Melissa turning a page in her book, a slight adjustment of her feet on his chest and a dull ache in his ribcage.