Just Fucking Kinky Stuff
Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat. It felt
obscene, an intrusion into her body where such things didn’t belong.
Dodds watched the slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into
her mask. When a taped mark on the tube reached the mask, he slid a
metal coupling along the tube until it seated in the mouth hole,
sealing the junction.
The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting. All
that was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the
breathing tube, and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the
oxygen mask swelled and sealed against her face.
Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him
guide her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the
hall.
She was surprised he hadn’t put boots or shoes on her, he usually
considered some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his
outfits.
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