I awake with a start!! My first thought... Where am I? How long have I been here? Why am I so uncomfortable? Is there light in this place? What is this place? I strain hard to make something, anything, out in the dark, and nothing but blackness stares back at me. My head hurt, my shoulders hurt, my whole body hurt, and try as I might, I could not make out where I was or what had happened prior to my waking.

Suddenly, as if my thoughts will it to happen, a stark light floods the room, and my eyes slam shut...instantly welling with tears. As I lay there trying to adjust to this new event, I feel hands, four of them I think, grab at my arms, and pull me to my feet. I stumble, and sway from side to side, alternately squinting and opening my eyes slightly, trying to adjust to the blinding light in an attempt to see what is happening. Why is it so difficult to walk. What is this beneath my feet? With each brief peek that I manage to grab with my eyes, I see white all around me, the walls, the floors, which serves to further intensify the light. The floor beneath me looks like clouds or pillows and I fight to maintain my balance as the hands lead and pull me across the uneven surface. Then abruptly, a slight step down, and I feel my feet hit solidness.

I hear a door opening now and venture to open my eyes again. I can see that we've stepped into a small space with another door directly in front of us. I'm pressing my chin into my chest as hard as I can, trying not to open my eyes, but wanting to so badly. I hear keys jangling, and hear them going into a lock..then another. While the door is being unlocked, I feel a set of hands fumbling at my back, and I feel a loosening around my arms. One last jerk and suddenly it feels as if my arms fall off. I open my eyes and glimpse down in time to see a set of hands grabbing hold of the sleeve of my garment and shake roughly. My arms feel dead, and I wonder why...these hands shaking my sleeve now trying to get my dead arm to fall out of it. The hands repeat this on the other side and suddenly I am free...the garment falling to the floor at my feet just as I am aware of another door opening in front of us.

I've yet to open my eyes fully, and still have no idea where I am being led. I can see now that the hands, a pair on each of my arms, are male...one pair grotesque and disfigured with scarring that looks like burns, hair on each of the knuckles. I can't keep my eyes open long enough to be sure of anything... I only know that I don't like the feel of those hands.

The others are smooth looking, with long slender fingers, and look to be will kempt. They are much more gentle than the others, more willing to help steady me as we move along another few feet. I soon feel steadier, and I rely on the hands to keep me upright, because I still can't open my eyes for very long, and when I do, I see only floor through the still blinding light.

I think of nothing as they walk me slowly out of the room, and then into another door directly across what seemed to be the distance of a hallway. I hear a male voice saying, "I'll get her supplies. You do the dirty work." My head is down, my shoulder length hair is matted and tangled, hanging about my face, blocking any peripheral view I might have, but offering me something to hide behind. I keep my head down, and my eyes open only enough to see my feet and the floor beneath me. As I'm led from one point to the next, I become aware that I am clothed now im a ragged, filthy gown...a hospital gown? What is this place? I'm increasingly wary as I take it all in...more and more sure that I must be in some sort of a hospital. Perhaps it’s the floor...the stark white linoleum squares, with tiny black flecks scattered across them in no particular pattern, that add to my apprehension.

I hear another door open and then close again behind me. Simultaneously, I see a pair of hands, the nice looking hands, reaching toward me. A male voice says, "Come closer, let's get you out of this" as he pulls me toward him. He reaches down slowly and gently takes hold of the hem of my filthy gown, and slowly pulls it up and over my head. I don’t make it easy for him, as I’m fearful for some reason of taking my eyes off of the floor. I refuse to lift my head.

He reaches down again and takes my hands in his, gently stepping backward, pulling me toward him, forcing me to step forward...and then again. He coaxes the steps from me, and I take them, oblivious, to where they might take me, only knowing that I should follow. A few steps, maybe more...still looking down as I watch my bare feet step across the speckled floor. For a moment I think, "Strange, are those my feet", although I know they are.

Then I realize that we have stepped into an area covered in sparkling white tiles, and I can hear the gentle spray of a shower somewhere. A few more steps, and I see a mist, and then droplets on the floor ahead of me. The sound of the spray is closer now, and I can feel the humidity beginning to lay gently on my naked skin as he leads me forward, step by step.

Finally we stop, and he steps around to one side of me, releasing my hands. For some reason, I leave them extended, as if missing the feel of his hands holding mine. I’ve yet to lift my head, or take my eyes off of the floor. I feel him gently take hold of my right hand in his right hand, and he places his left palm flat against the small of my back. He gives me a gentle pull and push at the same time, prompting me to step forward another time. My hands still out in front of me, I feebly grab at his hand with both hands now and hold on tight. I take one more step and feel the warm water hitting my hands and arms.

I realize then that he's led me to the spray of water I’ve been hearing. The mist on my face and breasts feels warm and gentle on my skin. With one more, gentle, nudge forward I can feel it splashing from the floor up my legs, and the steam almost takes my breath away. I feel the sudden urge to step forward on my own, to feel the spray on my entire body, as if it’s something that is familiar to me, but a memory I still don’t recall. But I don’t...fear of letting go of his hand, fear of taking my eyes off of the floor has me frozen in place.

"M'Lady, your shower awaits," he almost whispers. The sound of his deep voice sends a strange sensation through me, akin to a chill. In the same instant, he pulls his right hand free of mine, and raises it to point at something on the wall. I don't look up, still afraid to lift my eyes. Without a word, he steps into the spray in his lightweight mint-green colored scrubs, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he is getting wet, and reaches to the wall. He moves around in front of me now, stepping fully into the spray. I’m aware now that he's got a bar of soap in his hand as he steps back to me. With my eyes still downcast, I can see through the wet fabric of his scrubs to the now clear outline of his briefs. My breath almost catches in my throat as if the sight of his briefs should take my breath away.

Without his hand to cling to, I slowly let my arms hang limp at my sides. He reaches out now and I watch as he flips and rolls the bar of soap expertly in his hands, evoking the lather from it. His hands now reach out to me, and I take a quick breath as he lays them gently on my hips, almost pulling me to him. As his soapy hands begin to move over me, up my sides, and over my breasts, and back down again, I raise my chin and close my eyes. When I realize what I've done, I drop my face quikly and open my eyes again, afraid that he might see my eyes closed. Why did that scare me? I don’t know..only that I don’t want him to see my eyes closed, or for him to know that I was so enjoying his touch.

I try to concentrate on my feet, and the floor, but the sensation of his hands gliding so smoothly over my skin, make me forget them. I raise my eyes ever so slightly, and now through the wetness of his clothing can see a dark line of hair coursing down his stomach, disappearing into the top of his briefs. I close my eyes again momentarily, trying to close out what I just saw before it weakens my knees. I feel my head begin to loll back on my shoulders, and almost against my will, my lips part allowing a small sigh to escape. "Was that a moan?” I wonder to myself, as I relax into his touch. It's been so long since I felt this way, since I uttered a sound, that I'm not sure if I made a sound or not. At that moment, I don't care. The spray, the delicious, clean smell of soap, and his touch make me weak. Suddenly I’m jerked back to the present as my knees nearly buckle.

I regain my composure, such as it is, and stiffen a bit as I open my eyes and look down at the floor again. I hear him giggle as he grabs my hips and uses them to turn me around. I try hard not to step backwards into him as he does, losing my balance in the deliciousness of the moment. He reaches around me, and runs both of his hands up under my breasts and then over them, and I fight hard to stand up straight and keep my eyes open. What is it that makes me want to close them? I don’t dare close them! Surely something that feels so wonderful can’t be dangerous, so why this fear?

I sense him bend over behind me, and I feel his hands wrap around my ankles, one on each side. His hands flow effortlessly over my skin...fluidly all the way up the front of my legs. He pauses momentaritly at my groin, pulling me ever so gently against the front of him, then runs his hands back down the side of my legs to my ankles again. With both hands now he grabs my left ankle and runs one hand up the outside and one up the inside of my leg. My eyes are like steel traps wanting to snap closed, and I fight the temptation to open them up further to him. He bends again, and takes my other ankle the same way, and runs both his hands up my other leg. When he reaches the top, he slides both hands expertly up and over my hips, then back down across my stomach, stopping just shy, and pulling me firmly back against him.

I lose the battle now, and let him pull me in to him. I let my head fall backwards to rest fully against his chest. I close my eyes, and feel his head drop beside mine...his lips brush my neck, and his breath is quick and hot against my skin. My lips part, and just as a moan is about to escape them, I hear a door somewhere fly open so hard that it hits the wall behind it, startling both of us.

The other male voice I'd heard earlier yells, “Okay ‘Suds-in-Duds’, fun’s over!! Get her out here, she’s got a hot date, remember?” He quickly pushes me away from him with both hands, pivoting me around in front of him, forcing me fully under the shower, drenching my head, and shocking me back to reality and the present.

Just moments before, I felt so wonderfully clean. Why, now, did I feel so filthy again.

Lady:P

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