By the time she understood the jostling motion meant a moving vehicle, Evelyn was angry. Why? Why had he gotten in her way. It would have been so easy, so quick. Now she was stuck in a moving ambulance while strangers touched her, moved her clothes, she began screaming.
"Stop touching me! Get your goddamned hands off of me! Get away! Please, stop!" At least that was what she intended. As the last feeble words registered as making no sound at all, she fell back exhausted with the effort. They couldn't hear her.
She kicked and bucked and tried to get away from the hands on her skin, brushing her chest. Two blue hands descended on her shoulders pinning her to the padded frame.
"Ma'am we need you to lie back while we examine you. We have a mask with oxygen and an IV line started for fluids. You are in good hands, Can you follow this light?" She fought harder, they kept touching her. The violation of light and sound and touch seemed like they would never end.
She could hear them saying clinical things to each other. None of them registered. She was trapped, She was exposed. They had her body. It was starting again.
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The first time I met Larry I was just thirteen. He was nineteen, and the most handsome boy I had ever seen in real life. He called me a baby, a pretty baby.
Determined to show him how grown up I was, I broke every rule my well meaning parents put up. I stayed out, drank, smoked, took pills and asked what they were later. All in the hope that he would notice me.
He told me a baby like me could never please him, so I set out to do just that. First with my hands, then my mouth. A baby like me wouldn't do anal, he said. So I did, and it hurt, his cock inside me. I wanted it to stop, but I was determined not to be a baby. I bit my lip, tasting blood as he rocked back and forth until he spewed cum on my back. He told me I was his pretty dirty baby and told me to clean myself up. As I stumbled to the bathroom, the only word that registered was "his."
When I returned to the living room he let me sit on the floor leaning on his legs as he finger combed my hair. He gave me a bottle of water and told me I had done well. I fell asleep hugging his legs, exhausted.
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She drifted in and out of lucidity, dimly aware that the ambulance had backed into a bay and she was being wheeled out into the cold air, chest exposed. The lights rolled over her eyes in bands, bright, dim, bright, dim until they stopped in full bright.
More blue hands and bodies crowded her, then lifted her using the sheet as a hammock. It was uncomfortable, the new bed was cold and harder. She moaned and fell deeply asleep.
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I awoke on a futon in the corner. I was sore, but so happy. Had I dreamt the "his"? I began to giggle. It was a bit over the top but I was so happy.
"Hey baby," I heard his voice. "You happy baby?" I nodded. It was dark. I got to my knees to get up. "Let me have you baby." My hair, ow, I opened my mouth and it was filled before I could cry out. His firm cock slid in as my hair was pulled. He pushed too far. To the back of my throat, I gagged and whimpered, then oddly giggled again. Then my ass began to hurt as a cock penetrated it. I giggled more thinking that a cock could be in two places. My Larry was special. I hurt, I choked, I giggled, I was so happy. I registered that something was wrong, but I couldn't decide what.
I choked when the hot salt of him hit my throat. I coughed and sputtered and drooled. That's when he slapped me, so hard I would have fallen flat had it not been for the man still fucking my choking limp body from behind. I flopped like a rag doll, hair grazing the floor but never resting until the pumping stopped. Then the other man dropped me to lay in a heap of my broken body.
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The tightening of the blood pressure cuff on her arm was the next thing she noticed. It pinched, but she couldn't react. Was she drugged again? The bile crept up her throat as she started to scream again realizing she could not. There was a hard something in her throat. Her thrashing caught the attention of the man in jeans and a black t-shirt sitting in the corner chair.
"Don't. Let me get the nurse!" He sprinted to the corridor. A woman in her middle age came in. She checked several instruments and then squirted something. She gripped the hard thing and told Evelyn to breathe out hard. When Evelyn did, she had a vague feeling of being like Ripley with an Alien coming out.
After the extubation, she was more comfortable. The nurse told her not to talk just yet, and did some more vital checks. She prattled on about the day, and write on a white board. Her name was Pam. She would be back in a moment and was going to call the doctor.
When Pam left, Evelyn looked around the room. The man in the black t-shirt was in the hall. Maybe now she could escape. She swung her legs and fell, to the floor. She was helpless and weak. She was a useless baby.