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Thinking about these views for the weekend… 😉
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Intubated and awake
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In a not-too-distant future where the birth rate is almost zero, creating a social and economic collapse, all fertile women must enter the government's special program.
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SLEEPING BEAUTY. A MEDFET SHORT STORY.
You look so calm, so peaceful that it is impossible to recognize you like that. Gone are the days when you arrived a mess, screaming and crying, cursing and beaten. You were a silent cry for help.
In those cold nights, when no one could sleep, I promised to help you. I always wanted to get closer to you and talk about my work. But you were never available to listen to a young university professor. Now look at you, you are now a vital part of my work.
Why were you helpless to see your own beauty? Why did you keep choosing your self-destruction? I couldn't remain undaunted by your situation, that's why I promised you a world free of suffering, crying, and pain. I still remember the slight shine in your eyes when you heard my words.
But if you had paid attention in philosophy classes, if you had cared to read a little, you would understand that the world is cruel and a field of tears, that there is only one way I could keep my promise.
I still remember the night you came home drunk and without pants. Crying hysterically you fainted in my arms and I feared the worst. I ran for my medical instruments and carefully checked your battered body. I had to check that those brutes, whom you called boyfriends, had not defiled you. So I carefully spread your legs and began to explore you.
You woke up, it was a surprise for both of us, and you kicked me in the face in the middle of your screams. You walked away strangely because my speculum was still inside you. I didn't worry about my bleeding nose, but rather the possibility that in your outburst you had hurt yourself. I had to wait for you to sleep and carefully entered your room to anesthetize you and continue my examination.
It's a good thing you had the habit of sleeping naked. That saved me a lot of time for your preparation. I was able to improvise a gynecological table and calmly continue with your medical examination.
I took my time, I examined every part of you, every physical and physiological function of yours. I had to gag you so I could work in peace. Your initial protests turned into moans and we were both accomplices in that delicious intimate moment. I decided to do a few unorthodox procedures and extend our experience for a while longer.
I confirmed my worst nightmares, your body had been constantly abused. I didn't know if I could repair you, for that I had to examine you more. I closed all the doors and windows of the house we shared. I called my work to say that a delicate situation had arisen with a friend who needed my help, so I couldn't show up to work for a few days. You don't work, you live off your parents' inheritance. I called a place that rented medical equipment and got the little I needed for my initial studies on you.
I was very professional. If I kept you anesthetized or tied up it was because you didn't understand my experimental methods. Remember that I am the youngest professor in the gynecology department and I like to do research.
I know that in many moments you came to enjoy our time together. Your moans gave you away. This week I worked a lot of overtime, I didn't work my usual eight hours a day, on average it was twelve hours a day when we were together exploring you.
To feed you I had to do it by force. Always tied with your mouth open and me pushing the porridge and broth down your throat.
It was Friday morning and I already had your preliminary results. I sat next to you and looked at your tiredness, I was tired too, but I found the strength to read the results to you.
The verdict is that you are a complete disaster. You have abused and allowed yourself to be abused beyond limits. I haven't done your psychological evaluation yet, but I've known you for years and I know that your mental health is not very reliable.
I don't know if I'm capable of healing you. Many consider you a hopeless case. But I have loyalty, and although our friendship stopped being what it was, and now we are merely acquaintances, I still plan to fight to improve your life.
There are two options, become more aggressive in my treatments and procedures or free you from all earthly suffering. NO!!! I did not mean that. I would never dare to be something so barbaric. Your life is valuable and I swore to protect and preserve all life.
I would simply look for a way to make your dream life. You know that I am intelligent and I always manage to solve complex problems, you also know that I always keep my word. So rejoice, or you will recover what you have lost these years or you will get your dream life. No, you can't choose, I'll do that. Why? Well, I have witnessed your choices.
What will I do? Well, it's Friday morning. We are going to have breakfast and then we will begin to take the first route. Experimental methods to heal your body. And if we see that it is not possible, well on Monday we would start with plan B of your dream life.
Let's get started. I remind you that these procedures are designed to modify your body limits and alter your reactions. It won't be easy, you must endure.
This is exhausting.
You've been in the gynecological chair all weekend. I have worked on you from seven in the morning until after midnight and we have made only a little progress on you. I'll make a plan C. What is it? You don't need to know.
It's Sunday at noon. I'll give you some rest and pleasure. Don't try to avoid it, just enjoy it. While I'll make some calls. Tomorrow you will fulfill your parents' dream, you will go to university. Easy, easy. Breathe in a little anesthesia, just a little.
Now that you are a little more relaxed, enjoy my specialty: treatments for sexual frigidity.
It seems that someone did enjoy my treatment. Tomorrow we will go to university, I managed to get you into a research project where I am. There we can continue working for your recovery, and at the same time your name will appear in the paperwork, you will be famous in the scientific community. Shhh... calm down... breathe... just sleep... tomorrow will be your big day.
Yes, she is the new candidate for the research. Here are her preliminary results and papers. What role does she play in? Well, seeing as we have reached the 10 month mark in an induced coma, I want to investigate the possibilities that this type of coma can offer in the surgical field. Her body is so deteriorated that she needs a total reconstruction. Yes, it's a shame that she is so young, which is why I think her body is suitable for the procedure.
I anesthetized her before coming. So call the intern to help me take her to the facility.
Place her on the available bed. Oh, she tries to wake up. Quick, a little gas.... Easy, easy. You are in a safe place. No, don't get up... Gas, I need gas. Only a little. Someone tie her legs... Calm down, don't try to move. Stop attacking us. I want to help you... Thank you, finally gas. Pass me the mask. Just a little, I don't want her to lose consciousness yet. I already controlled her, tie her hands and arms...
She will be on the project for a long time, so she will be our long-term guest. Let's prepare her.
It's been over two months and it seems like yesterday when you passed out in my arms in the place we used to share. Since I brought you to college, I have visited you daily. I work on you, even if it's just a little and I check all your well-being.
You look so calm. I know you're calm. These months have been somewhat difficult for you, but you would be happy to know that you are now the center of attention of many men, as you always wanted.
Only these men don't take you to bed, they take you to the table. Unlike the men who surrounded you before, we are not seeking to destroy you, we are rebuilding you.
We have taken you to surgery a couple of times, we needed to see all the internal damage and measure it.
What do we find inside you? Fatty liver, ulcers, cysts, various latent diseases, lung and heart damage, among many other things. The diagnosis given may seem uninspiring for the timid who opt for a simple hospital job. I saw something positive in your diagnosis, that you are strong and I know that you are capable of moving forward with my treatment.
I have done small outpatient surgeries on you.
I have removed some cysts and the gonorrhea has been decreasing. You are improving.
I came to check your levels and prepare you for the night, since tomorrow we start with your experimental surgeries. Many have called me stupid for the plan I developed for you. The only way I can maintain your life while I rebuild you is by controlling your entire body. I will connect you to various life support systems and monitors. This way we can work deeply on you without you suffering.
Your life was a mess, now you serve a greater purpose. We can develop new techniques and technologies in you. You lived unconsciously, so this unconsciousness has been good for you. I started marking your progress.
The medications and small interventions that I have administered to you have improved your quality of life. You haven't smoked in more than two months, nor have you gotten drunk. But the most important thing is that you haven't cried for more than two months, living in a dream world. Do you see that I keep my promises?
I remember that your favorite story was Sleeping Beauty. Even your sweet sixteen party was with that theme. You could say that it was fate that brought us together again at your parents' funeral where you decided, without consulting me, to move into the house I rented near my work and pay half of my rent. At first it was annoying, but looking in perspective that was the beginning of our fairy tale. Only here the prince keeps the sleeping beauty asleep. See you tomorrow, princess.
Here you can read it with the pictures that are to sexy for Tumblr.
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Go to sleep, all will be fine.
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O Tempo Não Para - Marocas in coma
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Mia in ICU
"Has she been drugged? Well, you did the right thing. You need to immediately connect her to an artificial apparatus. So, Mia, it looks like this is the end of your story.”
Doctors put her on a ventilator to ensure adequate oxygen supply to her brain and other vital organs. Resuscitation procedures were performed in time, but the patient fell into a coma. Doctors monitored her vital signs and supported her body functions with the help of medical equipment.
Dr. Cohen certainly enjoys his work. She realizes that a girl who knows so many secrets can be a risk. The stories that the girl publishes on the site, although they remain unpopular, contain information that can be dangerous. Dr. Cohen knows the importance of maintaining confidentiality, which is why she is keeping a close eye on the situation to prevent any potential disclosure.
Mia, who is in a coma, remains in stable condition but is still dependent on artificial ventilation. The woman, intubated and catheterized, is in a state of complete dependence on medical devices.
Mia woke up, but her body still wouldn't obey her. She lay still, able only to listen to the sounds that surrounded her. The noise of medical equipment, footsteps of staff, quiet conversations – all this came to her like an echo from another world. The valve on the ventilator connecting the hose to the tube in her throat was the only physical sensation she could recognize. She knew she wasn't breathing on her own – the machine was doing it for her, keeping her alive while her own body remained powerless.
"It's scary to be so helpless, dependent on a machine for every breath. It's like I'm in a dream where I want to scream but can't say a word. I can hear everything around me, but I can't answer. I feel my consciousness floating in the dark, waiting for the moment when I can regain control of my body.”
Her consciousness was like an island in a great, dark ocean of the unknown. She could not speak, could not move, but she could think and feel. Mia faced the harsh reality of her condition. She was aware that if the life support systems were turned off, her life could be in danger.
Dr. Cohen faces a difficult choice. She knows Mia is no longer a threat, but the decision to turn off life support cannot be taken lightly. Doctor took a deep breath and walked over to Mia's bed. She looked at the monitors showing the woman's vital signs and said quietly: “Mia, we are at a crossroads. You were strong and you proved you could fight. But now that you're no longer a threat, we must decide what to do next. I want you to know that every decision I make is an attempt to do what is best for us.”
After such a decision, Dr. Cohen may feel a mixture of emotions — from relief to hesitation about the ethics of his actions. She carefully turned off Mia's life support machine and waited, watching the monitors showing her vital signs…
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Employee Retension Scheme
The Directeur doesn't appreciate staff quitting. They become a security risk for the Institute once they get out. So when the new scrub nurse tendered her resignation, he made plans to retain her in other capacity. But he didn't tell her his plans as he knew she would not agree.
He threw a farewell party for her just before she left. She was unsuspecting coming into the party. Her drink was spiked and as the party proceeded, she became increasingly intoxicated. When she realised something was wrong, she was already on the floor trying to stay conscious. As she was being transferred onto a gurney by her co-workers, she heard her co-worker saying, “Don't worry dear, you will be well taken care of.”
She was drifting in and out of consciousness. She had fragmented memories of being changed out of her scrubs into a patient’s gown. In another, she was being transferred to a hospital bed in a ward and secured to a bed. And finally, blurry image of a co-worker injecting into her saline IV bag and telling her to relax and sleep and that she “will be ready soon”…
She came to on a gurney as she was wheeled into the operating theatre. She recognised the familiar scene in her daily work, pushing patients into the OT for various procedures, except this time, she was the one strapped to the gurney. She knew she was in deep trouble when she saw the entire surgery team there. She started to panic when she saw the operating table and the gleaming stirrups at the end.
No one acknowledged her. Everyone was cold and referred to her as a patient.
“The patient is here.”
“Premedication for the patient has been administered.”
“The patient's reproductive system has been primed.”
“Let's get the patient on the operating table.”
When she recognised the Directeur, she tried to plead and begged but it was no use. The Directeur has never let a “volunteer" go. She has witnessed how the “volunteers” were “recruited” and helped processed them. That was the main reason why she wanted to leave.
As she was transferred to the operating table, she started to struggle for her life. She did not want to be part of the Breeder’s Programme. She did not want to be a surrogate strapped to a hospital bed pregnant as the embryo grew in her womb.
But the team at hand knew the protocol. They descended on her together, as if to show the Directeur their commitment to the Institute. She fought against the hands grabbing her hands and legs but they were too strong. She flailed and kicked and refused to lie down after they set her onto the operating table. She knew that this was her last chance and once she was strapped down, she had no hope. Hands around her tried to force her down but she resisted with all her strength
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Then instead of pulling her down, a hand cupped the back of her head and pushed her forward. She turned and saw that it was the anesthesiologist, and on his other hand, was a gas mask! She tried to back away but his hand was firm and she looked in horror as the mask approached her face. It was coming so close she could see nothing but the mask. It was hissing right in front of her like a cobra ready to strike. She coiled in horror but the anesthesiologist was too strong for her. He expertly aligned the mask over her nose and mouth and firmly sealed in against her face. She gasped in surprise and had a first taste of the sweet pungent gas at the back of her throat.
She tried to hold her breath but as she fought the hands holding her, she couldn't help letting the pressured gas mask force more gas into her lungs. Her vision clouded and she sqinted her eyes as the room became increasingly bright. Her pupils were already dilating. Her world was spinning and her struggles were becoming weak and sporadic. The sevoflurane was entering her system. She was becoming sluggish and feeling sleepy. There was a ringing in her ears and she was thinking how quiet the room had become. She could no longer resist as the anesthesiologist slowly laid her down on the table. At the same time, she felt her legs floating towards the ceiling before being hooked to the stirrups.
From the corner of her eye, she watched with some detachment the scrub nurse placing her arm on the outstretched arm board and secured it with a thick black restraint. On the other side, someone was injecting a white substance into her IV.
“Propofol. Once we have this in the patient's system, there is zero chance of the patient running away,” she recalled the anesthesiologist telling her once during a procedure…
She tried to say, “no”, but it came out guttural and unintelligible. She felt the warmth of the drug flowing into her veins and spreading across her chest. She was just laying there passively, staring into space, totally helpless.
The anesthesiologist lifted her head back to make sure her windpipe was not obstructed and started to pump the gas mixture into her lungs. She tried to focus on the anesthesiologist's eyes above the mask they were coming in and out of focus.
Just before she blacked out, the Directeur came into her line of sight and he said, “Glad that you decided to stay with us and continue your service to the Institute.”
She tried to response but she was just starring into space now.
“Let's get going to impregnate our patient,” said the Directeur. She knew she should be concerned and run but she didn't react. She just breathed as she was told and even that was beyond her control now.
And then there was darkness and the beeping of the monitors became increasingly distant, until there was nothing left…
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Beware - @mrgalink is spreading actual child porn please report this account ASAP please
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Black bras are my favorites, specially when they’re wearing it on resuscitation scenes. What about this?
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Finally got a good clip of me with my anesthesia circuit hope people like it!
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The Intern
She thought she scored an internship at the Institute and flew all the way in. But upon arrival, she was told she would be quarantined. She was given a battery of tests and was given multiple shots of "vaccines" throughout her stay.
On the special morning, she was given another one of those "vaccines" but it was a sedative for the unsuspecting intern. She soon passed out and was prepped for surgery.
She was selected for her outstanding academic results as well as her sporting achievements. But she was not here to work. She was here for her genes. Her earlier vaccines were in fact hormonal shots to prep her ovaries. She was deemed ready and was scheduled for the egg retrieval.
Her induction was started just as the sedative was wearing off. She struggled but the drugs quickly rendered her helpless as the gas mask muffled her cries. Once she was out, the egg retrieval proceeded. Then the bidding for a chance to procreate with her excellent genes could begin and appropriate surrogates would be found.
But her "job" did not end there. Some clients wanted the real deal. Not just her egg, but to directly inseminate her and for her to carry their baby to full term. Of course this demanded a certain premium as we would keep her under close supervision and professional care at the institute throughout her pregnancy.
Soon enough, the baby would be due. And for the really decerning client, only a cesarean delivery would do to not give any stress to the baby...
We are ready to go. Then the Intern can start her internship all over again.
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The Machine - Whump Concept
CW: Medical torture, intubation against will, restraints, forced sedation, forced feeding, restraints, intimate whumper, noncon touch (non sexual), explicitly discussed loss of bodily control
This feels stronger than what I usually write, but I was inspired by this by @shameless-whumper
I can’t in good faith recommend this if intubation is a sensitive topic for you.
Whumper had threatened the Machine many times, but hadn’t gone through with it. Whumpee had rolled their eyes every time, doubting the existence of such a thing. No one would make it, no one – not even Whumper – would be so sadistic as to use it.
Right?
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