Ever since Katies wounds had healed, she had been crying for her daddy.
Eventually the doctors had found a solution for the noise, and taped her mouth shut. After Katie had almost drowned in her own spit, they had put a tube through a hole in her tape, so her drooling could be led away.
Two doctors she didn't recognise came in. The bigger one was Dr. Olsen, and Katie couldn't remember the name of the last one. These man had taken her away from her daddy. She needed to get back to him. She wanted sex. She needed that feeling back.
Katie tried to rub her clit, but it was completely numb somehow. As if she was touching dead meat, nothing happened.
'Look at her, Olsen, are you sure she is worth the risk?'
A big hand grabbed Katies hand, and stopped her fanatic effort to rub out an orgasm.
'These things take time, Harry. Certainly _you _know that better than anyone.'
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