Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/pain2.txt

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PAIN2.TXT
by
Tiny Tucker


The first thing I remember when I woke up is that I could not move my arms
or legs. The room was bright and warm. When I finally got my eyes open all
the way I looked around as best I could. The room I was in appeared to be a
hospital room with one wall all glass. There were blinds on the glass, and
they were open. There were tubes in my mouth and nose, and I could see
wires running from my chest to a plug on the wall. I could feel the tube on
my mouth running back into my throat, which was very sore. I tryed to
mentally check the other pains in my body to see where they were coming
from, but other than a tightness in my chest, I really couldn't isolate any
other pain. Very soon after I awakened, I felt movement in the room, and a
sweet, cheerful voice said "Welcome back, how do you feel?"

A tall, slim strawberry blonde in a white blouse and skirt moved along side
the bed where I could see her, and began listening to my chest with a
stethoscope. I tried to answer her, but found the tube in my throat made me
unable to speak. She fiddled with the knob of a machine that was connected
to the tube in my throat, then took my blood pressure with a cuff that had
been laying on my left arm. When she had completed that task, she reached
down to the siderail of the bed and the head of the bed began to rise. I
could see more of my body then. I was naked on top of the bed, with tubes
that I hadn't noticed before running into my arm, and another tube had been
inserted in my penis. My hands were tied to the siderails with some type of
soft cloth strips, and similar strips were attached to my ankles.

"I called the Doctor as soon as I saw you were awake - she should be here
any time. I will ask her if we can remove the indotrachial tube - that's
the one in your throat." I tryed to nod my head, and found that even that
slight movement caused the tube in my throat to hurt even more. She then
dropped the lower part of the siderail and sat on the edge of the bed. I
could see her hand on my leg, but couldn't feel anything down there. "Can
you feel my hand?" she asked. I shook my head slightly. "That is what we
were afraid of, but don't worry, we think it may just be temporary." From
where her hand was on my leg, I should have been getting a definite
reaction, but nothing was happening.

"By the way, my name is Valarie. I am an intensive care nurse here at the
hospital. How much do you remember of what happened?" Everything was hazy,
so I just shrugged my shoulders. "We don't even know your full name, the
girl who dropped you off at the emergency room told the triage nurse that
your name was Jamie, and then she left before we could find anything else
out."

At this point a woman in a white lab coat entered the room. She was shorter
than Valarie, and not as slim, with her dark hair pulled back into a
ponytail. There was a stethiscope dangling from her pocket, and a metal
clipboard was open in her hands. She nodded briefly at Valarie, and said
"how are the vitals?" "The pulse and blood pressure are still elevated, the
respirations are 18, and the lung sounds are clear" Valarie replied.  "The
EKG has been steady, with no sighs of additional muscle damage." As I
listened to her report, I wondered what had happened.

"The ET tube can be removed now that the patient has regained consiousness"
the blonde told Valarie. "See if you can find out any more about the
patient's history and what happened to him, I'll stop back in a little
while to examine him." "OK Doctor, I'll go ahead and remove the tube. Is
the patient still NPO?" "Some ice chips will be alright, his throat will be
sore from the tube, but nothing else by mouth till we decide what our next
step will be," the Doctor replied.

As the Doctor left, Valarie pushed the button to drop the head of my bed
back down. Two women in maroon came into the room. "Do you need a hand,
Val?" "Thanks, help me pull the bed out, the doc just authorized the
removal of the ET tube." The tube was disconnected just above my mouth, a
syringe filled from a small tube connected to the larger tube, and then the
whole thing was pulled from my throat and mouth. I tried to speak but could
only rasp, "thank you, that feels better already."

Valarie asked "can you tell me your full name?" "My name is Jim Tucker," I
replied, "Wasn't my drivers license and Id in my wallet?"

"When you were brought in, you had two possessions - a blue nightgown and a
butt plug, nothing else. It also looks like you have been sexually abused
and tortured. In case you haven't noticed there is not a hair on your body
and your testicles have recieved some type of electrical burn. You also
have the same type of burn on your back."

"How long have I been here?" I painfully inquired. "About 10 days now" She
replied, "but this is the first time you have been consious. You had better
try to save your voice, the Doctor may want to talk to you soon." She
raised the back of the bed till I was in a semi-reclined position. "Can you
tell me what happened to you?" Valarie again sat on the edge of the bed,
and her hand trailed along my legs, moving up and down along them.

"Well," I told her, "I was supposed to go to a clinic for some tests my
Doctor ordered, but I can't remember whether I made it there or not. Can
you cover me up, I'm a little uncomfortable like this." "If you think
you're uncomfortable now, you ought to see what will happen if I cover you
up. Every time we try, you break out in a violent rash. We had to put satin
sheets on the bed to keep your back from breaking out. We're trying to find
something you are not allergic to, but we haven't found it yet. It may have
something to do with whatever was used to remove your hair."

"Well, how about untying my hands, I'm not going anywhere like this." "No,"
she replied, "I can't do that until we learn more about what went on, and
what your mental state is. The Doctor will be able to explain more when she
gets back." Getting up from the edge of the bed, she raised the portion of
the rail she had dropped to sit down, and took a silver object from her
pocket. She went to the foot of the bed, and I could see her run the silver
object up the sole of my foot. The toes curled slightly, but I didn't feel
anything. "Good," she said," that is the first reaction we have gotten from
your legs. Did you feel it?" I just shook my head to let her know I did
not.

After fussing around the room for a few minutes, she sat down in a chair on
the side of the bed. After a few minutes one of the other nurses came over
to the open doorway and asked her if she wanted relief for lunch, but she
said she would wait till the Doctor got done with me. "Don't you have other
patients to check?" I asked. "No, as long as you are restrained like this,
one of us will be right here. You are the only patient I have assigned to
me, and I've been with you most of the days since you got here. The same is
true on the other two shifts, you'll meet Lynn and Pat tonight."

After what seemed like hours, the Doctor returned to examine me. Valarie
showed her the response from the soles of my feet, and the doctor seemed
pleased that there was some improvement. The Doctor probed and poked for a
few minutes. then had Valarie drop the head of the bed and roll me over
onto my side. In order to do this, the restraints has to be removed from
one side, but it was done one limb at a time. The Doctor told me that I had
hit one nurse just after I arrived in what appeared to be a siezure, and
had put her in the hospital with a broken jaw. I could feel the Doctor
probing around my anus, but it didn't feel too bad. when I commented on it
I was told that I was still being given medication for pain, that it had
taken 10 stitches to close the damage from what had been done to me. I
looked back while I was on my side, and I could see red splotches where my
backside had broken out from the sheets. After the Doctor completed her
exan, I was returned to the position I had been laying in before the exam,
and the restraints were resecured.

The Doctor said "I have both good news and bad news for you. At this point,
it appears that you will regain feeling and use of your legs in the near
future. They should get better every day. You have some cardiac damage, and
I do not think that we can save your testicles, they are badly damaged from
the electrical burn and should be surgically removed. We need to get your
personal physician involved, can you give me his name?"

I gave them Doc's name, they said they would call him in immediately. After
the Doctor left, I was laying there thinking about what she had said. I
hoped she was wrong, but she sure seemed like she knew what she was doing.
"Is there someone we should call, to let them know you are here?" Valarie
asked. I shook my head, as tears began to form in the corners of my eyes.
"No, not right now. I suppose I will have to call my office to let them
know where I am, but I don't have any family or close friends in the area."
"Shouldn't we let your boss know?" "Well you can give my company a call,
but I own the business so I don't have to answer to anyone."

Valarie could see I was very upset at what the Doctor has said. She again
came over to sit along side of me on the bed after moving the rail, and put
her hand on my leg. "There are worse things that you could have lost, you
should be happy that you won't be paralyzed for life." She drew circles on
my legs as she spoke. In the old days, just having a beautiful woman like
her near me would have gotten me excited, but here I was, naked,
restrained, and with this doll touching me, and I couldn't even get it up.

"The Hospital will need your insurance information. While I am sure you
don't need another worry, this is a pretty expensive room, especially with
private duty nurses for 24 hours a day. Do you know what kind of insurance
you have?"

"Why don't you call my office and talk to the office manager, her name is
Nancy, she will have all of the information. Tell her to have Tom set up a
cash account also, that will provide for anything that the insurance
company will not cover and then I won't have to be bothered about it."

"All right," Valarie said, "We'll give them a call. How much should I tell
them about your problem?"

"Just tell them I was shocked and will be here for a while. They are used
to me being gone for long stretches and are capable of operating things
without me."

Valarie called one of the other girls and gave her the information to make
the calls. Iasked why there was no telephone in the room, but was told that
it was normal, they didn't want intensive care patients bothered by
telephone calls. Every few minutes Valarie would get up, and check in the
solutions running into my arm, and on the wires running to my chest. One
time, I felt her soft uniform brushing against my chest, and thought I felt
a stiring in my groin. I looked down, but couldn't see any difference.
After a few hours like this, a tiny blonde with long hair came into the
room and Valarie began updating her on my condition. I didn't understand
much of what was being said, but listened anyway. After Valarie completed
her briefing, the blonde came over to the edge of the bed, and said,"It's
nice of you to rejoin us, it's been pretty lonely sitting here the past
week. I'm Lynn, and I will be with you for the next 8 hours." She rechecked
the monitor, wires, solutions, and took my blood pressure. After a few
minutes Valarie came over and gave me a hug over the railing and said that
she would see me in the morning.

Lynn worked basically the same way as Valarie had, sitting on the edge of
the bed when she wasn't busy and touching me on the legs, chest, and arm. I
asked if this wasn't unusual in these days if Aids, and Lynn explained that
this was the way that the nurses were taught to show that they cared, and
all of them felt skin to skin contact was important, especially in cases
like mine. She also said that an HIV test had been run on my blood and was
negative.

Lynn opened up a package she had brought in with her, and pulled out a
white half slip. She laid it across my belly and groin, and it was the
smoothest thing I had ever felt. At that point it was probably better that
I didn't have feeling in my groin, or my hardon would have made it look
like a tent.

"This is pure silk, and the dermatologist thinks it is the only material
that will not irritate your skin. I went out to buy it this morning so we
would have something to cover you with."

I thanked her for her thoughtfullness and told her as soon as someone from
my office came in I would make arrangements to have some money to pay her
back. At least there was something covering me if someone did come in.

Within the next hour, a tray was brought in. There was no solid food on it,
only broth and jello, but at least I was going to be allowed to eat. Lynn
put the tray on a moveable table and rolled ot over to the bed, and put
down the top side rail. She began feeding me. I asked if I couldn't feed
myself, but she said she would rather do it. Lynn is a tiny woman, and her
long hair and soft arms brushed against me many times as she fed me. After
dinner one of the girls at the desk outside the room called to Lynn and
said that I had a visitor. It was Nancy, who manages my office.

Nancy is of oriental descent, and it is obvious in her features, with long,
straight black hair. She is fairly tall for a Japanese, about 5'5", and
slender. She never fails to excite me when I see her, but that is not why
she was hired. She has began working for me some years ago as a secretary,
and had proved so competent that she was promoted to my executive assistant
and office manager after just a few years. I had always made it a point to
keep my personal life separate from my business life, so as much as I
wanted to, I had never asked her out. "What happened to you?  We were all
wondering where you went off to without calling in, and when the hospital
called I came right over."

"I don't really know what happened, they told me I recieved an electrical
shock and I don't have any feeling in my legs. My heart also was damaged.
The doctors haven't told me alot yet."

"Are those burns on your side? What happened to your hair?"

"No, they think both the hair and the rash are from something else." I
didn't think I wanted to go into this any further, but Lynn jumped in and
started to explain that they still didn't know exactly what was wrong.

Lynn then asked Nancy to wait outside for a minute, and said to me "you
know, she really does care about you. Val said that you don't have any
family here, but you will need for someone to help you to make decisions
for you as time goes on. What do you think asking Nancy for help?"

After thinking for a minute, I could see that Lynn was right, and I
couldn't think of anyone else I could ask who would care half as much about
my welfare. I said as much to Lynn, and she called one of the other girls
in to the room to sit with me and took Nancy down for a cup of coffee and a
talk.

When they came back, you could see that Nancy had been crying, and she came
over and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why anyone would want to do
such a thing to you. I am going to call Tom and tell him that I will be
spending time with you. He will keep the office going while we work on
getting you better."

Lynn then told Nancy that she would not be able to stay with me any more
tonight, that the visitors rules were very strict on that issue. Nancy
kissed me goodby and said she would stop in the next morning. lynn reminded
her to bring in the clothing they has discussed, as I would need something
to cover me up a little more.

After Nancy left, Lynn checked the tube which ran from my penis. She said
that she would leave a note for the doctor to see if it could be removed
but the doctor probably would want to leave it in until I got feeling back
in my legs. Then, after checking me over again, she turned on the
Television over the foot of my bed, and sat on the side of the bed along
side my legs to watch with me. As was the case with Valarie, while she was
sitting there she continually was touching me. We watched quietly for a
while, and then she decided it was time for my sponge bath. The silk slip
covering my middle was removed, and she commented that the dermatologist
was correct, as I had not broken out from the touch of the silk. She washed
me all over in front, and when that was completed she moved all of the
restraint straps to one side and had me roll over so she could do by back
side. After she was done washing me she gave me a backrub.  Her touch was
comforting to me, and I could tell as we talked she was concerned about my
recovery. I was starting to get sleepy, even though I had been napping on
and off all day, so Lynn resecured the restraints to their previous
position, dimmed the lights and lowered the head of the bed for me as I
dozed off.

I must have slept for a few hours, and when I awoke I found a different
nurse in my room. She was checking the restraints and jumped a little when
she saw I was awake. I could feel a difference in the room from before -
she seemed nervous, unlike the calm demeanor of the other two nurses. She
didn't seem to have much to say, so I tryed to find a more comfortable spot
to lie in and went back to sleep. Later on, I again awoke to find Valarie
with the new nurse. It apparently was morning, and as the new nurse was
talking to Valarie I could see she was having trouble talking. Her face was
framed by dark hair, and it seemed as if the side of her face was
discolored. Soon after I woke she left. I asked Valarie who she was, and
Valarie said that her name was Pat, and she was the reason I was to remain
in restraints. It seems I had hit her on my first day in the hospital, and
broken her jaw. She had trouble talking and the side of her face was still
bruised.

While Valarie was starting her morning checks, my doctor walked in and
introduced himself to her. He came over and examined me, and this time when
the metal object ran up the soles of my feet I could feel it. The female
doctor who was in yesterday also came in, and began showing Doc the various
injuries and damage I had suffered. They poked and probed for some time,
and then went out to talk. They came back in after a short time and told
Valarie that the foley could be removed as soon as my testing was
completed. I asked what that was, and they told me it was the tube in my
penis.

The two doctors said that there would be some tests done, including a
biopsy of my testicles. They said that the consent forms would be brought
in, and asked about next-of kin. I explained that there wasn't any, but
that Nancy should be consulted if they needed to talk to someone. They said
that they would need for her to have a power of attorney in case a decision
was needed and I was unable to make it. I told them she should be in soon,
and they said the forms would be ready.

Just after they left, Nancy came in. I introduced Valarie, and the two of
them talked as if they were old friends. The two of them sat on opposite
sides of the bed, both of them touching my legs to see if I could feel it.
My mind was excited, even if my body was still incapable of joining the
feeling. The papers were filled out, and within minutes, I was wheeled out
by a crew of four people in surgical garb. A mask was placed over my face,
and then I was asleep.