Slowly waking up

Slowly waking up, you notice that you're no longer in the hospital room. After a few tries, you are able to gradually sit up. When you do, your sore and abused hole throbs in a way that says I've been fucked. The pain causes a tear to leave your eye. But it is also a good feeling coming from your hole.

Your ass involuntarily squeezes down and it feels like there is something really large in there. Deciding to think about your butt later, you look around the room.

The room you are in is plain and has no windows. You are sitting in a soft bed with a nice wooden frame. Next to the bed is a night table with a small lamp. There is a TV and a shelf full of books. There is a full length mirror on one of the walls. The only way in or out of the room was a door across from the bed.

You become worried and **** yourself to place your feet on the floor. As you are moving you notice that you aren't naked anymore, but seeing what you are wearing doesn't make you feel better. In fact, the clothes made you feel worst then being naked.

You were wearing a short jean skirt and a tube top. The black skirt had a large white heart on the left side. It did absolutely nothing to cover your pantied ass. The panties were practically a small white thong with black stars. There was just a thin string of material between your cheeks and covering your hole. You could feel it rubbing against your anus and it felt weird but good. You looked down at your crotch and saw that there was enough fabric to cover your junk in a small pouch. The tube top was white and black stripes. There were small strips of fabric acting as shoulder straps. The top was small and showed of your stomach.

Not much time had passed since the nurse fucked you because your belly was still really bloated. You didn't look pregnant anymore, but it still looked like you had swallow a whole baby watermelon. You could see a bruise forming were she had pressed down and jerked her cock off.

Seeing your legs, you were shocked that they were covered in white fine fishnet stockings. On your feet were black stripper shoes. They look like bondage equipment because it goes up to the middle of your lower leg and is covered in straps and buckles. That is when you notice that there are locks on the shoes. This makes it so you couldn't take the shoes off. You look at the other pieces of clothing you are wearing and realize that they all have a form of lock on them. You couldn't take this outfit off.

You become scared and turned to the mirror you saw earlier so you can see what you looked like.

In the mirror you see yourself, but it isn't the you that you knew. There is a sexy girl sitting there. She is wearing your outfit. Her hear is light orange with blood red highlights. Her face has just a touching of makeup to make her look innocent, almost like a school girl. And a round her neck is a collar that is chained to the bed. Peeking out from underneath the collar were hickeys.

You didn't know what to make of her. She kinda looks like a cross between a bimbo slut, a goth girl, a pregnant teen, a pixie and an innocent school girl. Seeing the scared look in her eyes and the chain, you decided she looked like a normal girl that has been kidnapped and dressed up.

It takes a few moments for you to comprehend that you are in fact that girl. When that finally sinks in, you start to have a nervous break down. Large tears run down your eyes, smearing your eyeliner. You then do something you haven't done since you were really little . . . . . sucking your thumb. You only sucked your thumb when you were nervous or upset. Some of the lipstick you are wearing gets smudged onto your thumb. You slowly start to rock yourself.

Just then the door opens and the nurse walks into the room. She is carrying a tray with some things on it. She is dressed in gray sweat pants and a white tank top. The pants are so tight that you can see every curve of her juicy ass and muscular legs. Her soft cock is going down the left paint leg and the fabric is clinging to it. Even its dormant state, her penis is still huge. A horse would envy her. Her top is stretched to the limit by her large breasts. Her nipples are showing through the top in a way that says come suck me. The top also shows off her smooth and powerful arms. Her black hair is tied back into a lazy pony tail. Everything gives her a relaxed, lazing at home look.

When she sees you freaking out, she quickly places the tray to the side and goes to you. She picks you up and places you in her lap. Rocking and cradling you, she asked in a kind and motherly voice “What's wrong Baby?”

You don't know what to say to this woman that has kidnapped you. You just cry for a while and take the comfort she is offering you. She may have done some terrible things to you, but it feels good to be held when you are sad. So to make it easier, you pretend she is your real mom.

Sobbing, you think “My family is going to worry themselves sick when they realize I'm gone. . . . .am I ever going to see them again?”

After a while, you calm down enough that you aren't going to hyperventilate. Looking at the nurse, who looks sad because you are upset, you finally ask something that has been bugging you. “What is your name?” You really wanted to ask why she kidnapped you, but you thought better then to ask that. “If she is crazy enough to kidnap me then I have no idea what she could do. Well, the worst think she could do is **** me again and that wasn't so bad.”

Smiling at you, she said “My name is Beckie” in a sweet tone. She paused for a second, then continued in a serious voice “but you can call me Momma.” The tone she used told you that calling her Beckie would really upset her.