Chapters The Service Model Chapter 3
Asa awoke swaddled in fabric comfort, and she reveled in this dreamlike feeling for a moment but, even through the dense fogginess in her mind, she immediately knew something was wrong.
This bed wasn’t hers, and besides the fact that her face was covered and she couldn’t see a thing, her head felt uncomfortably full, congested, compressed. Her nose felt stuffy, she must have been wearing earplugs, and worst of all, her mouth was filled by something like a soft gummy plastic that went quite a ways down her throat. How she wasn’t gagging bewildered her, but she was truly perturbed when she considered how she was still even breathing. It was only then that she felt the unnaturally cool air rushing in and out of her neck.
This was wrong, so wrong! Was she in a hospital? How had she gotten here from the park? Asa reached up to touch her face, which must have been injured and bandaged somehow, but nothing responded. That’s strange. Was she paralyzed? No, she could still breathe (in her own way), she could still feel her back pressing into the mattress, but everything felt funny.
Lighter.
It was then that she felt some air move past her in the room. Turning her head, she wondered how the earplugs were so effective, she couldn’t even hear the rustling of her pillowcase.
Suddenly, someone sat on the edge of her bed, and Asa shook in surprise. Having no hearing or sight gave Asa no warning time, but she instinctively ‘looked’ in that direction anyways. Her covers were pulled back and Asa realized by the air that she was mostly naked. She silently worried about how exposed she was, before two fingers adjusted something sticking into her neck. Ouch! An IV? Why there? The touch felt oddly feminine though, and Asa had to assume this person was a woman, probably a nurse, which eased her concerns a bit. Maybe she could tell Asa what the hell was happening! How long had it been, had she missed her track meet?
Unknown to her severely limited senses, Jasper was also in the room, watching the first exchange and monitoring Asa’s vitals from the implant. He was ready to put her back under if she went into shock, but his diagnostic screen reported only general confusion and curiosity. This was a crucial moment, the wakeup, and they had to stick to the script. “Sarah, please give our patient a tour of her new body. Full tour please.” Sarah’s eyes glazed over when she heard the command.
Asa felt the nurse peel a small bandage from her stomach, and touch skin underneath that wasn’t quite healed. It hurt a bit, but the fact that it felt like an old wound made her worry. How long had she been asleep? Why couldn’t she move or see? What kind of hospital was this? She understood that this was a checkup, but Asa wanted answers, goddammit!! She shook her encased head in frustration and beat it against the pillow.
The woman’s hands stopped and one went to rest in a caring gesture on her upper chest. “Calm down,” she seemed to imply. It was then that, out of nowhere, the woman grabbed Asa right under her armpits, picked her up and sat her on her lap…
No. No way. This was too much. Her arms, her legs, were just… just… GONE!!!
Her breathing accelerated to a ragged pace and the woman patted her naked back like a baby. “Breathe, Asa” she told herself, emulating her dear grandmother from when she was a child, mourning her parents. “Just breathe…” She tried to decode these strange signals coming from her skin while she tried not to panic. She was sitting, yes, on the nurse’s lap, facing her. Asa knew her legs must be gone to sit like this, so lightly on her bum, which felt…different. She silently sobbed at the death of her athletic career, before the nurse let her hands graze up the young girl’s back to her shoulders. Oh god, her arms were gone too, completely.
Asa had seen runners with those Pistorius blades training at the track, but to lose everything?! All four? And her head!! What was even left? She couldn’t see, hear, speak, smell, taste, or run away from this horror. Now she began to really cry, and with no other option, she leaned over further into the Nurse’s warm, caring embrace. It was in that moment, as she slowly settled into her self-pity and grief, that she felt something.
Where Asa used to be able to embrace her friends without worry, for she had always had a relatively flat chest, now her breasts seemed to be larger, pressing considerably into the Nurse’s, like pillows splaying out between them. This wasn’t a hospital! What kind of accident or injury prescribed a cure of breast implants?! With this realization, Asa wiggled her tiny torso angrily in the seemingly genuine embrace of the Nurse, feeling the IV-tape pull at her neck, fighting with the limbs she no longer owned to do something, anything, to get away! In fury, Asa brought her head down like a hammer on where she estimated the woman’s head to be, and felt…something plastic? She had assumed it was just bandages on her head, but now she frantically rubbed her covered face on the woman’s uniform, trying to feel for where the mask ended. Her ears were free, for whatever good they did, and her hair seemed just as long, brushing her shoulders lightly, but her face itself was covered completely, from the jaw she couldn’t open to the crown of her hairline.
What the fuck was going on?!?
In the meantime, Sarah was rubbing her temple, but telling Jasper she wasn’t hurt from the blow. “It’s ok, its ok. She’s not very strong after a month under, and believe me, I’ve taken worse!” she remarked with a smile.
“Ok, well, let me know if that changes… Wait. What is she doing now?”
To the two of them, Asa’s frantic rubbing of her smooth plastic face on Sarah’s shoulder looked like animalistic stereotypy, but Jasper quickly realized, “She’s trying to use your body to feel for where the mask ends!” They both chuckled at the distraught girl’s resourcefulness.
To prevent another strike like before, since neither of them wanted to inflict unneeded pain or punishment on the new ToyGirl, Sarah easily turned her tiny charge around so her naked torso was facing away, breasts jutting out, nipples erect, now the longest appendages on her tiny body. Jasper restrained himself from reaching out to inspect her, it was important for the next part if Asa believed she was alone. They were off-script enough.
To Asa, her whole world was touch now, so her only feedback was the feeling of her bum pressing into Nurse’s thighs, slightly spread, the fabric of her pants, Nurse’s hands on her ribs holding her steady, and the cool air flowing over her breasts and unprotected pubic area. In this moment, trying desperately to cover herself up and feeling nothing happen but a bit of tightening in her shoulders, she realized how helpless she really was, the impossibility of escape, and it hurt her pride to realize how much this reminded her of Julio and their games. She recalled one night when he had bound her tightly, gagged, and blindfolded her. Oh how she had begged him to leave her like that and just play with her defenseless body, “and now I got what I asked for,” Asa thought to herself. This memory left her despondent.
Wait, why was she thinking about that? Why now?
Nurse suddenly pulled her backwards into that embrace again, but this time was different, more gentle, more… sensual. No! She didn’t want that! “You can’t do this!” she silently screamed. But Nurse’s hands found not a shred of resistance exploring Asa’s defenseless body in the quiet darkness, first settling on her breasts, tweaking the nipples she knew to be shamefully erect for everyone but her to see.
Only then did it cross her mind that she could be anywhere, a highrise in San Francisco or a cabin in the woods, and that anyone could be in the room and she would never know, and this thought terrified her as much as it amplified her Nurse’s caresses. One hand went up to outline the hole in her neck that allowed her to breath, and then lightly choked her, which did nothing to impede her breathing but did make her aware of the strange object lodged in her throat. Of course the whole time, Asa was struggling to move her non-existent limbs, to kick, punch, run away, but all she felt were twitches in what was later revealed to be perfectly round shoulders and hips.
While Nurse’s left hand choked her, her right crept further and further down to her pussy. “Good god, why am I so turned on by this?” Asa thought to herself. She should be furious, crying, screaming, and part of her was, but in the end, she was enjoying this feeling, however perverse. She failed to restrain a moan, but it only came out as a steady puff of steamy exhalation against the woman’s constricting hand anyways. When Nurse brought her other to Asa’s clit and massaged her where it counted, the young woman’s tiny body bucked in her arms in response. If her face hadn’t been covered, she knew she would’ve been flushed, begging for more from this nameless woman. Caretaker or tormentor, it didn’t matter which: the sensations between her legs (or where her legs should have been) were stronger than she had ever experienced before, and Asa couldn’t decide whether it was due to her utter helplessness in the soft but firm grasp of the nurse, or if there was some other reason, but she was certain that there was no resisting the oncoming wave of pleasure flooding her hips. And as she would stay forever more, Asa was absolutely speechless as she came for what seemed like the first time.
