Glory of Dawn 4

"All nice and clean, and feeling rather humiliated I'll bet," she laughed.

He yanked uselessly on his bonds and then stared up at her, blushing.

"Yes," she grinned.  "Nice and humiliated.  Feeling rather emasculated without our manly bodyhair aren't we, Mr. GurgleGlub."

"Mmph! Mmph! Argh! Gurg!" he roared.  It was still barely audible.

"Oh indeed we are," she laughed again.

She tightened the gag so that barely audible became completely inaudible.  She patted him on the head and said, "See you later, gurglyboy."

She walked out, conveniently not covering him with the blanket and leaving the door open. People walked by and some women giggled, thinking that some nurse had merely forgotten to cover him and to shut the door.

The poor man, they thought.   He must be restrained like that because he tried to injure himself.  Perhaps he attempted suicide or something, or perhaps he was having seizures.  The gag was, of course, to stop him biting his tongue, and the restraints would stop him thrashing around and hurting himself further.  Naturally the nursing staff needed to leave the door open so that they would hear if he had another fit.  Perhaps he was uncovered because his violent movements, even so tightly restrained, had thrown the covers from him.

A long time passed.  Again he had no way to know how much time it actually was, but he knew it was several hours.  Many people passed that room, some smiling at him but most of them with a look of the deepest sympathy on their faces as they saw him.  He did not recognize any of them.

Finally he saw a familiar face.  For a second or two he could not place where he had seen her before, but as the young woman walked into the room he remembered it was Dawn who he had met in Dr Glory’s office.

A twinge of hope arose in him.  There was no rational reason to feel hopeful.  It just seemed impossible, somehow, that such a young and beautiful girl could possibly leave him here uncomfortably restrained and so exposed.  A familiar face, someone he had met before, someone who he had seen before he found himself on this bed, someone who knew he was a normal man.  Surely, surely she would release him.  He tried to attract her attention, to make her take notice of him.  He tried to call to her, to tell her he needed to be released, but no sound came out.

She turned, shut and locked the door, then took off the white labcoat she had been wearing,  revealing the same string bikini she had worn earlier.  She walked over to the bed and stared down at him, a look of disgust in her eyes.  Seeing the startled and worried expression on his face, she sneered.

"Right,” she said nastily, “I suppose you think girls like me spend their days fantasizing about getting it on with out of shape middle-aged men?   Think again, little man, think again.  But I'm here to do a job and at least I will enjoy the suffering you will be put through."