Slowly, Rick regained consciousness. He awoke in an ordinary-seeming hospital bed with no pain or numb spots. He brought a hand to his face and heard a metalluc whirr. Glancing at his hands, he noticed three things: that his wrist had a thick leather restraint connected by a nylon cord to the head of the bed' that his arm had no signs of the hideous injuries he had sufferedl and that it was much more slender and delicate than he recalled.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Rick looked around the room. It was an ordinary hospital room, save for the big mirror, obviously one of those two-way sorts.
Rick's reflection, though, wasn't normal. The face in the mirror was a cute girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, with pale silver hair and very pale skin.
Rick's restrained hand and unrestrained eys explored his body. Sure enough, the hugely-muscled mercenary's body was gone, both the muscular healthy version and the all-but-destroyed wreck from his last clear memory. Feeling revealed a slender torso and a tiny pair of breasts, large enough to be noticable but too small to justify a bra. Further feeling revealed a penis, semi-hard as Rick's penis almost always was when he first awoke.
Before any questions could form, a bell sounded. All four limbs, which had leather restraints and cords, were pulled by electric motors to the four corners of the bed, leaving Rick spread-eagled and helpless. He tried to cry out but his vocal chords, weak from disuse, could only croak.
A large bulky man - of the type Rick himself had been before this madness began - entered the room. He wore a hospital orderly's top, but was nude from the waist down, revealing an erection shining with some sort of oil.
"Hiya, babe," he grunted in low tones. "Time for your workout. Gotta keep you healthy." He flipped up Rick's hospital gown, revealing Rick's much-shrunk penis and new lack of body hair. The man's fingers explored into Rick's crotch, and Rick was certain her now had a vagina ashe felt the man's fingers play with it's outer folds. To Rick's own horror, his own cock was swelling.
When Rick's cock was fully erect, the man slipped a condom on it and climbed into bed. Rick tried to struggle, but the restraints held. He tried to yell, but his throat could only squeak. The large man's body completely covered Rick's form; Rick now knew he must be much more petite than he had been.
As the man's oiled dick entered Rick's pussy, Rick felt surprise as he felt the huge slab of meat touch places where he had never had places before. He also felt familiarity; this had happened before. The man's huge body pressed Rick's erection between them, adding a sense of familiar pressure.
The man started to pump, and Rick found his own hips moving in rythym, instinctively keeping up. His cock was rubbed by the man's belly, and despite his own outrage at being raped like this, Rick knew he was lubricating, and that he was enjoying it.
Rick cried out into his rapist's chest as pleasure took over. Rick found himself wanting to wrap his legs around him and urge him deeper into his pussy. Rick knew that in that blank period between the triage center and now, he had been in this position, with a man's tool inside his unnatural cunt. So often that he had become conditioned to enjoy it no matter what, like that girl from the Saigon brothels a buddy of his had married.
Rick began shudderong and groaning, and a wierd double climax occured as his spasming pussy came, then his condom-covered dick came in a seperate and quite distinct way, filling the condom with seed. The man groaned and came, his dick deep inside Rick's cunt.
The man climbed off and Rick, to his own horrified disappointment, found that he had been wearing a condom. He peeled his condom off and chucked it in the biohazard disposal, then carefully removed Rick's condom and placed it in a jar, then made some notes on a clipboard at the head of the bed.
"Same time tomorrow, angel," he said roughly as he departed.
Rick felt the restraints loosen as the man left. He quickly sat up and reached to the head of the bed for the clipboard. He noted in passing the date, which was a year and some weeks after his last clear memory.
According to the clipboard, he was Subject Angel Seven. He was listed as semi-catatonic, with a regimen of daily physical training, which explained why he wasn't weak. He was fed by hand, which he knew meant that someone had been feeding him baby food.
He was also listed for twice-daily 'sexual calisthenics'. He noted the signatures of the man who left besides the 'Male' list under that, and there was a 'Female' list, too. This provoked half-clear memories of this very room and a black woman with large breasts riding him. At least he didn't need to be conditioned for that.
Rick noted that he must have really been out of it, because there was nothing stopping him from undoing the restraints and getting out of bed. After a moment of diziness, he went to the door and opened it. Outside was an ordinary hospital hall.
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