When Nadia was a little girl, her grandmother told her an old story. It had all the makings of a good fairy tale: a beautiful princess engaged to a man she did not love, an evil witch, a magical potion, and an eternal, unbreakable curse. Nadia would lay awake at night wishing that she, too, could be like the princess and run away from her life and her responsibilities. She was often lonely in her family's apartment in Moscow because her parents always worked and her grandparents worked too, and her one remaining great-grandmother was very old and smelled bad.
As Nadia grew older, the dream of the runaway princess refused to die, even when she found other ways to escape the boredom of her life. Nadia loved computers and became a very powerful hacker, she learned to fly airplanes and trained to be the fastest runner in her school. She slept with several men and even a few women. But where was her real escape? Where was the adventure? Where was the witch who lived on the edge of town, who sold the magic potion? Where was her eternal princess who cast herself into the waters? And how in all creation could she ever hope to find her?
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Chastity woke up feeling groggy. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying on a hospital bed with an IV in her arm, and that a doctor was examining what was still left of the wound on her head where the man had clawed her scalp. Chastity's pelvis ached like crazy and she immediately understood what that meant - she was horny. She licked her lips involuntarily. The doctor who was examining her was a really hot woman with a great figure.
Something was not right! She felt a strange unpleasant feeling on her skin and realized that she was wearing a hospital gown. She felt the sudden uncontrollable urge to simply rip it off so that it would stop bothering her sensitive skin, but she felt too weak to move. Maybe she hadn't completely woken up yet.
Her father saw her open her eyes and went to hold her hand. She was hit with a wave of love what was horribly mixed with lust for this man who had raised her. She felt ashamed of herself for wanting him, but she was beginning to get used to the idea that she was not exactly in control of things like that.
"Hi, precious," her father said with a forced smile, looking down at Chastity. She tried to smile back, but it might have looked more like a grimace. She couldn't tell, she was suppressing the urge to bolt so badly.
"Daddy, what's going on here?" she asked. "What are we doing in a hospital?"
"You were bleeding. I didn't know what to do," her father said, sounding a little shaken. "You showed up out of nowhere, your head bleeding, without any clothing. I thought something, you know, might have happened."
Chastity blushed. Her father thought that she had been raped. That was what the men outside the hamburger shop had been planning before she kicked their butts, but if there was semen in her, chances were it was from a consensual encounter.
"I'm... I'm alright," Chastity said weakly. Why wasn't she waking up?
"Hello, my name is Dr. Susan Weiss. Do you know where you are?" the doctor asked.
"Yes. The hospital," Chastity answered. "But I don't know what day it is. I've been away from calendars for some time. Is it still August?"
"No, it's September now," the beautiful doctor said. She nervously pushed back a lock of brown hair, and the gesture made Chastity gasp with longing. "It looks like this old scar on your head broke open and bled. It closed on its own by the time you got here, so you won't need any sutures. But we are concerned because you lost consciousness and because the circumstances are, well, disconcerting. If you don't mind, the police would like to come in and question you. And we need your permission to do a rape kit."
"Rape kit?!" Chastity exclaimed. "I don't need that." She began to struggle. She wanted to be gone from this place. She wanted the damn needle out of her arm. She wanted this hateful gown off her body. She felt as though hives appeared on her skin where it was rubbing against her. Her pussy was practically burning up in the fire that raged down there. Not only the people in the room, but even random objects were beginning to look very attractive to her.
"I have to go," she said, a little too loudly. She felt like she was going out of her mind. The lights were too bright and her head was spinning. Everything was so sterile and metallic, it chilled her to the bone. "I don't want to talk to the police, I don't want to talk to anyone."
"The police just want to find out what happened to you so they whoever is to blame can be caught. You do want the people who hurt you to be punished, don't you?"
"I don't care!" Chastity screamed. Her hands began to rip and tear at the gown in her eagerness to get it off. The doctor tried to restrain her and her father tried to help, but the IV ripped out of her arm the wound bled just a little before closing up as though it never existed.
"Don't struggle. No one is trying to hurt you!" the doctor said. "We just want to help."
"It hurts. The gown is hurting me. I need to take it off.. Please, please, I need to get it off!" Chastity screamed with tears in her eyes.
She felt something shoot into her arm. What was happening to her? Why was she here? No! No!
The world seemed to be spinning and fading out at once, leaving her oddly panicked and nauseous. The pain in her loins seemed to become even more intense. She wanted to be anywhere but this hospital. Anywhere. Slowly and painfully, she lost consciousness.
She woke up in her princess bed wearing a fluffy white nightgown, which she quickly pulled over her head so leave herself pleasantly naked.
The feel of the air on her skin was so refreshing, like a gulp of air after struggling to thrust her head above the water.
She spread her legs apart and slowly began to finger her clit, enjoying the priceless little shivers it sent through her deprived body. She was already sopping wet and her fingers slipped off her clit easily and dipped into her waiting hole, where she trust them in and out, fucking herself. God, that felt good! It seemed like an eternity since the last time she felt such a pleasant sensation. And such a juxtaposition, her very adult body so wrapped up in pleasure on the bed she had used as a little girl. It felt almost incestuous, it was so taboo.
Chastity sucked on her own nipples, massaging her breasts as though to bring them back to life. Oh, how long has it been since she felt so good? It was hard to believe that she had given a man a blowjob only a matter of hours ago. She felt so deprived! Her mouth longed for a nice plump cock to suck on. The thought alone was enough to make her jaw ache in longing, and she quickly climaxed, leaving a noticeable slime trail on her bed sheet.
She heard a knock at the door and quickly covered herself with a blanket. Shit! The material made her skin itch, but she forced herself to put up with it. She didn't want her father to see her naked!
