Be a bad baby and struggle

You feel awful: you are disoriented, almost too weak to move any of your limbs and your brain still hasn't quite processed the fact that you've been gone for over a year. Additionally after the nurse has finished with it, your mouth feels as though it was filled with teeth that had been first smashed to pieces and then glued together in all the wrong ways. If that wasn't enough, then the lingering threat of loosing your anal virginity to that lamppost between her legs certainly pushes you to decide to answer the most basic question of life in a somewhat unusual way.

Fight then flight.

You give in to the pressure and close your mouth around the nub of dark flesh presented to you, producing a triumphant smile from your captor as milk starts to flow into your mouth once again. This time however, you resist the tempting allure of the sweet liquid and instead dig your teeth into the nurse with all the strength you can muster.

Your teeth feel as though they might break off any second. You hurt like hell, but so does she.

The nurse frantically tries to escape your lock and finally succeeds to jump back with a blood-curling howl, throwing your frail body off her lap and onto the bed in a painful position. Showing a remarkable presence of mind for your standards, you weakly lift your arm to press the panic button at the side of your bed.

You are barely able to feel the plastic surface under your finger before your arm is yanked brutally behind your back. As you open your mouth to wince in pain, something soft is pushed beyond your lips almost completely muffling all sound you could ever hope to make.

You are turned around on your belly, your ass exposed to the air and your involuntarily hard cock and balls uncomfortably stuck beneath your right leg. You can't move your head enough to see what's going on behind you, but you don't need to as you feel a great weight pinning down your legs and arms and warm, faintly sweet breath on your neck.

"Do you like momma's panties in your mouth, sweetie?" The voice of the nurse sounds as cold as ice right above your ear. "If you don't, just say so!" You try to scream, to plead or to curse at her, but the silk in your mouth turns everything into an indecipherable, yet audibly panicked mumble. She laughs coldly "Since you seem to prefer using your mouth for other things, momma's got to find another way to feed you." You feel a vaguely pole-like shape touching your lower to middle back. It's hard to tell, but if you had to guess, you'd say it was well over a foot long and entirely to wide, simultaneously what feels like a pair of baseballs is pressing against your back.

For at least the fifth time in the last ten minutes, your panic reaches another peak as the nurses sits up, rearranges herself and...