Slowly, I realize that my body hurts. I'm coming back around and I don't like it. I'm cold and unable to move but I feel a change in my positioning. I open my eyes to the dim lights of the room and find I am slightly sitting, still strapped to the table but my legs are locked in stirrups. I can't see much of my body for the white sheet that covers me. I hear myself groan just thinking of the next session with the mistress, my mouth full with the gag still inserted. My mind is muddled with heroin and other drugs that the mistress sees fit to give me. I surmise I have been here 2 days. My mind has thoughts of John frantically searching for me, at least it's a good thought. I do hope he hurries.
The mistress enters the room and turned on the lights. This time she is dressed in a black silk baby doll nightie, her full breasts protruding from the holes designed for the nightie. She isn't wearing any panties and it looks like she has shaven herself. The shocking thing to me is she looks about 9 months pregnant. She is wearing the same mask as before and is waving another syringe full of heroin at me. I close my eyes to the thought of another injection. I feel the pull in my mind of wanting her to dope me, taking away my pain.
"Ready to get started again? I do hope so. I have many treats in store for you today." She places the syringe on the table next to the bed where she has her supplies. I make a disapproving moan hoping she would leave me be. She turns to me, stroking my cheek with her fingers.
"I love your hair, so dark and soft." She leans over me whispering in my ear, "I always wondered, how would men look pregnant? You like my little belly? Looks real doesn't it. I wonder if yours will be as pretty? " She reached for another package from the table before straddling my hips over the sheet. "I'm going to like this." She peeled the package open to reveal a long, clear tube. She leaned in toward me, measuring between my nose and chest with the length of the tubing. "Don't look so scared, Sherlock. This won't hurt a bit, a little discomfort for my pleasure. You should be flattered."
She put the tube end into my left nostril and gently guided it into my throat. I fought back the coughs to no avail. Pain burst from my chest and head with the coughs racking my tortured body. I felt her advance the tubing until it rested in my stomach and she secured it with tape to my cheek. I could only guess what was next.
"Nice, now that wasn't too bad was it? The other part was performed by my assistant while you were resting." She climbed off of me and pulled the sheet from my body. There was a full bag of fluids hooked up to more tubing that disappeared to what I could tell was my anal area. An enema. I ached so bad in that area from the saline injection that I hadn't realized anything was secured there. She hooked another full bag to the gastric tubing and started the flow. "Soon my dear, you will have that little belly I so desire to see you have. First, a little candy for being good during the procedures." She only gave me a small amount of heroin this time, not enough to put me out but to leave me wanting more.
"Rest up Sherlock, I will be needing a few samples from you later." She patted her false belly and covered me before leaving me in the dim room again.
I lay there trying to relax but the fluids are quickly filling my digestive system. It's getting harder to breathe with the pressure on my diaphragm and lungs from the fluids in my stomach. I can't take a full breath now and I'm sorely uncomfortable.
The mistress reenters and turns back on the lights. This time the light makes my head hurt and I feel sick. "Oh, I see you're having some morning sickness! Deep breaths, Sherlock. Oh! I'm sorry, is it hard to breathe? You are not getting in enough oxygen dear." She injects me again with a milky fluid this time. I'm out like a light.
When I come to this time, I'm still sick but I'm getting a full breath of air now. To my horror, I have a breathing tube in my mouth, and the mistress is pushing oxygen into my body with a resuscitation bag. I feel panic rising. The mistress stops bagging me and hooks me up to a ventilator. Each breath from the ventilator is hurting my lungs and my chest hurts really bad.
"Now, breathing won't be such a task for you and I can work on gathering those samples. I love you little belly, Sherlock. Not as plump as mine though." She rubs my bloated stomach while rubbing her false one. I admit that I do look about 6 months pregnant. My body would absorb all this fluid but I know it will take time. She moves between my legs where the table has been dropped out. She removes my urinary catheter and begins to stroke my penis again. I try to think of anything but her ministrations but the drugs have lowered my ability to resist. Damn those sex hormones and nature!
She must have a vibrator inside of herself because she is getting aroused. I wonder why she doesn't want to have sex with me? My question is answered after she collects my semen in a sterile test tube, sealing the top. I'm tired now and she milked every drop from me. I feel like vomiting now and my stomach is cramping. I feel a sting in my lower abdomen when she reinserts the catheter. The mistress holds up the semen sample to show me the milky fluid inside. "This my dear Sherlock is why you're here. This fluid is precious. Your sperm will fetch me a lot of money on the black market. Women flocking to buy the virgin Sherlock's sperm to impregnate themselves. I've cornered the market in London for hard to find items like your semen. It's good we need you healthy because your kidneys would fetch a good price. Now for your treat. Rest up lovely. We're putting in a new service here. " I try to scream around the tube but I only make pitiful gagging sounds. She injects the rest of the heroin.