Rick drifted upward through layers of thick, heavy fog. His eyelids felt glued shut, and when he finally forced them open, the world swam in soft, unfocused white light.

He could hear a steady beep…beep…beep filling his ears familiar now, almost comforting in its rhythm.

He tried to swallow and immediately regretted it. His throat burned, feeling raw and scraped, as if someone had dragged sandpaper down it. A hoarse, pitiful croak escaped when he tried to speak.

As his eyes focused he saw he was back in the hospital bed the same one from before the surgery, he realized with a dull pang of resignation. Thick white leather restraints still circled his chest, wrists, thighs, and ankles, connected to those odd blue magnetic pegs.

An IV line tugged gently at the crook of his left arm, feeding clear fluids into from two swaying bags above. His abdomen throbbed with a deep, bruised ache, worse than any of the dental pain he’d endured. The new incision pulled every time he breathed. A soft rustle of fabric drew his gaze.

Veronica sat in a chair beside the bed, still in her green surgical scrubs. Her long brunette braids were slightly mussed, and her dark eyes watched him with an intensity that mixed worry and something warmer and more possessive.

Amanda stood a step behind her, in light blue scrubs, reviewing numbers on one of the wall-mounted monitors.

“Rick… hey, my darling,” Veronica whispered, leaning forward. Her voice was gentle, almost hesitant the same tone she’d used right after the wisdom teeth extractions.

“You’re back in the room recovering after the surgery. The appendectomy went perfectly. No rupture, no major infection. We got it out before it burst, you’re safe now.”

Rick tried to speak again. “Th…roat… hurts…” The words came out raspy and weak, barely audible.

Amanda turned from the monitors stepping to the bed, pulling on a fresh pair of blue nitrile gloves with a quiet snap. “That’s normal after intubation, Rick. The endotracheal tube can irritate the vocal cords and throat lining. Hoarseness, soreness, even a little swelling

most patients feel it for a day or two. We’ll keep an eye on it. No fever so far, vitals are stable. You’re doing better than expected. But let’s take a proper look to be sure.”

Veronica nodded in agreement and leaned forward and gently coxed Rick to tilt his head back with cool, fingers.

“Please open your mouth for Amanda, darling. Just a little and say ‘ahh’ if you can.”

Rick hesitated but complied slowly, his jaw aching as he opened his mouth. Veronica used a penlight from her pocket while Amanda leaned in close, both sisters peering carefully into mouth.

“Mild erythema and swelling on the vocal cords, as expected,” Amanda observed clinically, her tone warm but professional.

“No significant edema that would obstruct breathing, but we’ll keep you on cool fluids and monitor for any worsening trends. The hoarseness should improve within 24-48 hours. Good airway overall so no concerns yet.”

She straightened, peeling off the nitrile gloves. “Psychologically, this kind of repeated medical intervention can amplify feelings of helplessness, Rick. It’s completely normal to feel angry or disoriented right now. Your brain is processing trauma on top of the physical recovery, and the lingering anesthesia.

Veronica reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead with her fingers. “I was so scared for you,” she admitted softly. “When I felt that pain in your side during the bath… I knew we couldn’t wait. But you trusted Amanda. You trusted me enough to say yes to the surgery. That means everything, to me Rick.”

Rick forced more words out, his voice a painful rasp. “R……restraints… why still… tied down? Can’t… move much anyway to

m…much pain, so whhyyy?”

Veronica’s expression softened, but she sidestepped smoothly. “They’re for your safety during recovery, darling. We can adjust the tension later once you’re more stable.”

Amanda interjected gently, her psychologist side showing.

“He’s right to ask, Veronica.”

Amanda bent to look at him, “Please listen to me Rick, the restraints help prevent accidental strain on your fresh incision while the anesthesia fully clears. But I do see the strain in your eyes and the fear, the mistrust building from everything that’s happened. It’s a lot.”

She turned to look at Veronica,and Rick saw some hidden meaning in the look before she said quietly, “sis, he needs time to process things without feeling completely powerless so give him time ok.”

Rick closed his eyes for a moment, the drugs still pulling at the edges of his mind. Exhaustion pressed down on him like a heavy blanket. His body felt so foreign and weak, heavy, every muscle protesting the slightest shift. The abdominal incision burned with a steady fire, and his shoulder twinged faintly, a leftover from the gas they’d used to inflate his belly during part of the surgery.

Veronica checked the monitors herself, then gently palpated around the fresh wound dressing on his abdomen, her touch feather-light.

“A little swelling is normal after the surgery. We’ll change the dressing soon and keep you on antibiotics and pain control for the next few days. You’ll stay right here in this room where we can monitor you closely, IV fluids, vital checking often. But no heavy movement under any circumstances. Just rest and heal. I can’t risk you moving around too much yet Rick the incision is still too fresh, and any significant strain could lead to dehiscence or series internal bleeding. I won’t let that happen to you, Rick. You’re too important to me.”

Amanda nodded, crossing her arms. “I’m going to be staying a few days more to help, Rick. Veronica asked, and… well, I want to make sure my little sister doesn’t push you too hard too fast. You’ve been through a lot. From a physical and psychology perspective, repeated sedation and procedures like this can trigger dissociation or hypervigilance. We’ll watch for that and ease into more freedom as you stabilize.

Veronica believes you’re her soulmate she’s told me so much about you, but even soulmates need space to breathe and heal mentally.”

Rick managed a weak, bitter laugh that turned into a dry cough. Pain flared across his belly. “Soul…..mate?” he rasped. “I have been…….kidnapped. Drugged. Cut

open. Again and again……..I don’t believe anything you say to me anymore.”

Veronica’s expression softened further, her black eyes holding that holding that calculating gleam of tenderness with that more intense possessive love. “I know how it sounds. And I know you’re angry with me. Exhausted. Scared. But look at me, darling.”

She leaned forward cupping his face, forcing him to make gentle eye contact with her. “That moose crash damaged your appendix. If we’d waited, it would have burst and probably died. You could have developed severe peritonitis sepsis, even. I didn’t do this to hurt you. I did it to keep you alive. Because you’re mine now. My fate. My perfect match. I can’t lose you, Rick not when fate brought you to my door in that blizzard.”

Amanda watched the exchange quietly, then spoke gently. “That is enough for now Sis, He’s still processing. Let’s give him time. His body needs to recover from the anesthesia and the trauma. Brain fog, fatigue, emotional swings that’s all normal too. Let’s focus on comfort and care first.”

They worked together with practiced efficiency. Amanda adjusted the IV drip while Veronica checked the catheter bag hanging discreetly beside the bed, noting the output.

Rick felt a flush of embarrassment at how exposed he still was under the thin sheet, but the restraints and his own weakness left him no choice but to let the two woman continue to fuss over him.

After checking him over Veronica fed him small sips of water through a straw. As Veronica offered another sip, Rick winced sharply when he tried to shift his upper body slightly, a stab of discomfort radiating from his right shoulder.

“There it is again,” Amanda noted immediately, her sharp eyes catching the movement. She stepped closer and gently palpated the area around his shoulder with her blue-gloved hands, careful not to disturb the restraints or IV line. “Residual CO2 gas from the laparoscopic insufflation. It’s completely normal after abdominal procedures like yours, Rick. The gas irritates the diaphragm and refers pain to the shoulder. It usually dissipates within 24-48 hours as your body absorbs it. Any sharp pain or shortness of breath?” Rick shook his head weakly. “Good. We’ll keep monitoring, but no intervention needed beyond time and gentle movement when you’re ready.”

Amanda gave Veronica a reassuring nod before stepping back, allowing her sister to continue.

“Rick,” Veronica said, her voice dropping into that soothing, authoritative doctor tone, “we need to remove the catheter now that you’re stable. It’s been in since before surgery. The longer it stays, the higher the chance of an infection. I’ll be gentle in removing, it I promise.”

Amanda pulled the privacy curtain around the bed and dimmed the overhead lights slightly. Both women donned fresh yellow surgical surgical gloves that reached halfway up their forearms. Veronica snapped her’s on with a sharp, authoritative sound, the thick latex settling snugly over her hands and wrists.

Veronica sat on the edge of the bed, carefully folding the sheet up to expose Rick’s lower body while keeping clear

of the sensitive the abdominal dressing.

Rick’s face burned with immediate embarrassment as the sheet was pulled away, fully exposing his flaccid cock with the clear Foley catheter inserted into the urethra, the tubing snaking down to the collection bag. His pubic hair was messy and unkempt after days of procedures, framing the base of his shaft and balls.

He squirmed instinctively against the thick white leather restraints holding his thighs apart, his hips twitching uselessly.

“Oh god… do we have to do this with both of you here looking?” Rick rasped, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he tried to look anywhere but at the two women staring clinically at his exposed penis.

To maintain full sterility, Veronica had Amanda help lift Rick’s hips slightly within the restraints. She slid a large blue surgical drape underneath him, creating a sterile field, then Amanda retrieved a Mayo stand draped and holding instruments: a 10 mL syringe for deflation, sterile saline, antiseptic wipes, fresh gauze, and a biohazard bag.

The setup was methodical and professional.

“Deep breaths for me, darling. This might feel strange, but it shouldn’t hurt much if you relax into it.”

Veronica’s yellow-gloved hand gently lifted Rick’s cock, holding the shaft steady to inspect the insertion site. The catheter tube was visible disappearing into the slit at the head of his cock, a thin line of dried residue around the meatus.

“Look at all this pubic hair, Rick. It’s a potential infection risk with the catheter and recent surgery. We’ll need to shave you completely smooth down here later for better hygiene and wound care. Amanda, please note shaving his pubic area in a future part of his care plan.”

Amanda nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Already noted Sis.”

Rick squirmed harder, mortified as she examined him so closely. “This is so humiliating… both of you just staring at my… my dick like this.”

Veronica chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “Don’t be silly it nothing I haven’t seen before, darling. Remember I had this inside me, we had incredible sex in the bath tube, Your cock felt like it was made for me and was hitting my cervix just right with every thrust. Hmm it was so deep and perfect.”

Amanda giggled lightly, glancing between her sister and Rick’s increasingly flushed face. “He does have quite a handsome penis, doesn’t he? Nice girth, good length, and responsive even now. Clinically speaking, excellent vascularity.”

Rick blushed even more profusely, his ears turning red as he fidgeted against the restraints. “Jesus Christ, you two… can we not talk about my penis like it’s a medical specimen?”

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued preparing. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my love. I’ve seen you completely naked, examined every inch of your body, and we’ve had very wonderful sex. Your body is beautiful to me.”

She turned to Amanda. “Remember that one patient we consulted on together last year? He was nowhere near as nice as Rick’s.” Amanda laughed outright. “True. Rick’s is much more… aesthetically pleasing. And from what you described of the bath tub sex, very functional too.”

The sisters shared a knowing giggle, which only made Rick groan and squirm more, his embarrassment mixing with reluctant increasing arousal.

She worked slowly, her gloved fingers warm and steady through the yellow latex. “First, I’m going to deflate the balloon that’s holding the catheter in place,” she explained calmly, attaching the syringe to the inflation port. “You’ll feel a little pressure release which is completely normal.” She drew back the plunger, removing the sterile water.

“There we go. Balloon deflated.” First she deflated the small balloon inside his bladder, explaining each step in a calm, clinical voice that somehow made the vulnerability feel intimate rather than purely humiliating. Rick hissed as the tube began to slide out of his cock in a long, slow withdrawal that left his urethra stinging, tingling and rather sensitive. The sensation was oddly electric after days of numbness, a mix of relief and strange fullness that made his thighs tense against the restraints.

The clear tubing emerged inch by inch from the slit of his penis, glistening as it was pulled from his cock the urethra tip still spread wide from the prolonged catheter insertion.

Veronica continued to talk softly for Ricks comfort. “Slow and steady now… almost out. You’re doing beautifully, Rick. Amanda, vitals?” Amanda confirmed vitals were stable from the monitors. After a final small wince from him Veronica gently withdrew the entire length of tubing, inspecting it briefly before immediately disposed of the used catheter in the biohazard bin and peeling off her gloves with a soft snap.

She snapped on a fresh pair of identical extended-cuff yellow surgical gloves, flexing her fingers after. The latex shone under the low lights as she squeezed a generous amount of clear, surgical lube onto the fingers of her left gloved hand, rubbing it slowly between her palms until the latex glove glistened wetly. The deliberate, almost sensual motion made Rick’s breath catch.

“Veronica…” he rasped, voice still raw, a mix of protest and something he didn’t want to name. His penis twitched visibly as she approached again, his cock beginning to thicken despite his embarrassment.

“Shhh, my love. I need to make sure there’s no irritation or trauma from the catheter. It’s standard post-procedure care.”

Her voice was professional, but her dark eyes held an intense sexual heat as she parted his thighs a little further within the limits of the thick white restraints. Her other gloved hand began a thorough but gentle cleaning with a warm sterile wipes.

She wiped carefully around the base, lifting his balls to clean underneath, then moved to the shaft, her yellow latex fingers tracing every vein and ridge. “Still some minor redness at the meatus but that is normal. Let me check the urethra opening.” She gently squeezed the head of his penis, parting the slit with a gloved fingertip to inspect inside, the motion slow and deliberate.

Her glistening fingers traced lightly along the sensitive skin, circling the head of his penis before stroking slowly down the shaft.

Amanda watched with clinical interest, but her internal thoughts were moving in high gea: She really is smitten with this man. And look at that he likes her too his cock is getting harder by the second despite how much he’s trying to deny it. Flushed cheeks, rapid breathing… he has a thing for her control, whether he admits it or not.

“He’s responding well,” Amanda said aloud, her tone neutral but with an undercurrent of amusement.

Rick’s body responded despite everything, his cock twitching and hardening under her expert touch, the shaft swelling to full erection, veins prominent along the thick length, the head flushing a deep pink. The restraints kept him spread and immobile, amplifying everything.

“This… this isn’t just medical reasons right..,” he groaned, hips straining uselessly.

Veronica’s lips curved behind a small smile. “Of course it is, darling. But I can’t help noticing how your body reacts to me. Even after all the pain, all the fear… you get hard for your dear lady doctor.” Her strokes became firmer, more rhythmic, thumb swirling over the tip to spread the lube and his leaking pre-cum.

She continued her strokes, running a gloved finger along the underside of the shaft and gently probing the slit again.

“Such a nice, deep urethra too. Not truly necessary for this checkup, but I do enjoy making sure everything is perfect work on you, lover.”

Amanda watched the monitors closely, a faint smirk playing on her lips, but said nothing as she turned and adjusted a setting.

The combination was overwhelming: the deep abdominal ache, the raw throat, the lingering fog of anesthesia, and the building sexual pleasure from Veronica’s gloved hand.

Veronica could see the look in eyes as she leaned closer, her braids brushing his chest, breath warm against his ear. “It’s ok let it happen, Rick. You’ve been so strong. Let me give you this release. It’ll help with the tension, the stress… trust me.”

Rick’s breathing grew ragged. “Fuck… Veronica… I shouldn’t…” But his body betrayed him, cock fully erect and throbbing in her slick grip, the head now slick with pre-cum and lube.

She pumped him with perfect pressure slow and teasing at first, then faster, her other hand gently massaging his balls. The latex made soft, wet sounds that filled the curtained space.

The sisters exchanged another soft giggle as Veronica commented, “See how perfectly it fits in my hand? I find he is just made for my hands.”

Amanda added teasingly, “Definitely cervix-reaching material.” Rick could only blush furiously and moan, completely overwhelmed by Veronica’s gloved handjob.

Amanda finally spoke softly, clinical but amused. “Vitals are climbing nicely. Heart rate up, but stable. He’s handling it well.”

She gave her sister a knowing look before stepping back toward the curtain. “I’ll give you two some privacy for the next few minutes. Call if you need me.” She slipped out, pulling the curtain mostly closed behind her.

Alone with him, Veronica’s touch grew bolder. She added more lube, the cool slickness making everything glide effortlessly.

“That’s it, darling. Look at you… so responsive even restrained and recovering. You were made for this and for me.”

She stroked him to the edge, then slowed, edging him deliberately while whispering. “I’ve thought about this since the bath. Fixing you. Touching you. Feeling your cock you under my hands.”

Rick moaned, head pressing back into the pillow, restraints creaking. The pleasure built unbearably until he broke. “Please… Veronica…”

Veronica’s dark eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction as she felt his cock throb harder in her yellow-gloved fist, the thick shaft pulsing, veins bulging prominently under the slick latex. Pre-cum oozed steadily from the slit, mixing with the lube and dripping down over her fingers.

She pumped him with long, firm strokes, twisting her wrist at the head each time, her other gloved hand cupping and rolling his heavy balls gently.

“You’re getting so close, aren’t you, my love?” she purred, leaning down until her warm breath ghosted over the glistening, angry-red head of his cock.

Rick’s hips jerked futilely against the thick white leather restraints pinning his thighs wide open. “Veronica… wait… it’s too much—” he panted, but she only smiled wider, her black eyes locking onto his glassy ones.

Without warning, Veronica opened her mouth and engulfed the head of his cock in one smooth motion, her soft lips stretching around the head. She moaned deep arousal around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside. The wet heat of her mouth contrasted sharply with the cool, slick latex of her gloved hand still pumping the base. Inch by inch, she sank down, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against his pubic mound, the full length of his cock buried in her tight, convulsing throat.

“F-fuck! Veronica….. stop….. ahh!” Rick gasped, trying to pull away, his body thrashing weakly in the Seguflex restraints.

The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on too intense after everything his body had endured. His raw throat made his pleas hoarse and broken. “It’s too good… I… I…. can’t…. pleaseeeeee….”

But the restraints held him perfectly spread and helpless, forcing him to take every sensation as she hummed loudly around his cock, the vibrations pushing closer to the edge as she milked him relentlessly.

Veronica bobbed her head with practiced skill, sliding up until just the swollen head remained between her lips, sucking hard, then plunging back down until her throat bulged visibly. Her yellow-gloved hand continued pumping the base in perfect rhythm with her mouth, twisting and squeezing. Saliva dripped messily down his shaft and over his balls, coating the latex and making obscene wet sounds that filled the space.

She moaned continuously, eyes watering slightly from the depth, but never breaking eye contact with him.

Rick’s breathing turned into desperate pants. “Veronica…. I’m gonna cum…. fuck I’m coming!” he whispered in a strangled, broken voice, his cock swelling even thicker in her throat.

She only hummed louder in response, the vibrations intensifying as she took him to the hilt again, her throat convulsing rhythmically around his pulsing cock. Her gloved hand pumped faster at the base while her head bobbed shallowly, sucking and swallowing around him.

Rick’s entire body tensed, the restraints creaking as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat as her throat muscles worked greedily, milking every spurt. Veronica swallowed convulsively, her eyes fluttering but staying locked on his face, taking every drop as he throbbed and pulsed for what felt like forever.

She held him deep until the last weak twitch, then slowly pulled back with an exaggerated, wet slurp. His cock slipped from her lips glistening with saliva and traces of cum, still half-hard and twitching in the cool air. A thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head for a moment before breaking.

Veronica wiped her mouth with the back of one yellow-gloved hand, her eyes slightly watery and her lips swollen and shiny. She licked them slowly, savoring the taste.

“Mmm… you taste really good, Rick,” she said, voice husky and satisfied.

“That was the first time I’ve taken you in my mouth like that my love.. thank you for the delicious snack. I can see how much you enjoyed it as well your cock is still twitching.”

Rick lay there completely hazy and sleepy, the powerful orgasm combining with the lingering anesthesia, pain, and exhaustion leaving him glassy-eyed and floating. His chest heaved, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin despite the controlled room temperature. “That… was… insane…” he murmured weakly, barely able to form words.

Veronica smiled tenderly, still kneeling beside the bed in her green scrubs, the yellow gloves now smeared with lube and traces of cum. She gave his softening cock one last gentle, affectionate stroke with her gloved fingers before cleaning him gently with fresh warm wipes.

“I can tell you really enjoyed that, my love. Your body doesn’t lie to me.” She peeled off the yellow gloves with a snap and tossed them aside, then reached for a syringe from the nearby tray. “Now, I’m going to give you a little sedative so you can have a really nice, deep sleep. You’ve earned it after being so good for me.”

She called softly toward the curtain, “Amanda? We’re ready.”

Amanda slipped back in moments later, her blue nitrile gloves already on. She took in the scene Rick’s flushed, spent expression, the faint scent of sex in the air still and smirked knowingly.

“Looks like the patient enjoyed his thorough examination I see,” she teased lightly. Veronica shot her a playful glare but couldn’t hide her own satisfied smile.

Veronica covered Rick’s lower half with the sheet again, tucking it gently around him while Amanda injected the mild sedative into his IV port. “Have a nice sleep, Rick,” Amanda said warmly. They dimmed the overhead lights further and pulled the privacy curtain back open. Rick’s eyes grew heavier, his murmuring soft and slurred. “That… was… amazing…”

Before they stepped away, Veronica leaned down and gave him a very passionate, deep kiss on the mouth, her tongue slipping in to taste him as her hands cupped his cheek. “I enjoyed that so much, my love. I can tell you did too. Thank you. Have a nice rest and I’ll check on you in a few hours.” She lingered for a long moment, savoring the intimacy, before pulling back with one last soft peck on his forehead.

The two sisters quietly left the room, the steady beep of the monitors following them out.

Rick’s eyes slowly closed completely as the sedative pulled him under into a deep, dreamless sleep, his body finally relaxing fully in the restraints.

The two sisters stepped into the adjacent monitoring station, leaving the recovery room dimly lit and quiet except for the steady, rhythmic beeping of Rick’s monitors.

Amanda closed the door softly behind them and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk. Veronica moved to the bank of screens, checking Rick’s vitals one more time as she reviewed that his heart was rate steady, oxygen saturation perfect, the sedative doing its gentle work.

“I see you really enjoyed yourself in there, sis,” Amanda teased, her lighter brown eyes sparkling with amusement. She reached out and lightly tapped the corner of Veronica’s mouth. “You’ve got a little spot right here… looks like you missed some of your ‘snack.’”

Veronica grinned, unashamed, and slowly dragged her fingertip across the trace of cum at the edge of her lip. She brought the finger to her mouth, sucking it clean with deliberate sensuality, her tongue swirling around the digit as she held her sister’s gaze.

“Mmm… yes, I enjoyed that. Thoroughly. It was actually our first time doing oral like that. He tasted even better than I imagined salty, warm, with that perfect masculine edge. Feeling him throb and explode straight down my throat while he was completely helpless in those restraints… god, Amanda, it was intoxicating and such a turn on.”

Amanda raised an eyebrow, a slow, impressed smile spreading across her face.

Internally, she thought: Wow… my little sister is truly wrapped up in this guy. This isn’t like her old clinical experiments during her psych rotations or those mini-research docs where she’d push boundaries for data. She’s doing this for pure enjoyment and pleasure for him and for herself. She’s never let herself get this lost in pleasure with a patient before. This Rick really is different.

“Look at you,” Amanda said aloud, voice laced with both teasing and genuine surprise. “The brilliant, controlled Dr. Veronica Nickels, deep-throating her captive soulmate in the recovery room after an emergency appendectomy surgery. I never thought I’d see the day you’d let go of that clinical detachment so completely.”

Veronica laughed softly, a rare, genuine sound, and sank into one of the ergonomic chairs in front of the monitors. She spun it slowly, her long braids swaying. “I know it looks reckless. But with him… everything feels different. From the moment he stumbled onto my porch in that blizzard, shotgun pointed at his head, something clicked. His teeth were a mess impacted wisdoms, deep caries, infected roots. Fixing him felt like destiny. Then the appendix from that moose crash… I couldn’t let him die. And now? The way his body responds to me even when his mind is fighting it… it’s addictive, Amanda. Not just the control. The connection.”

Amanda pulled up a second chair and sat across from her, the sisters facing each other in the soft glow of the medical screens. “I get it or at least I’m starting to. I saw how he looked at you during the exam. Mortified, yes, but that cock was rock hard and leaking before you even really started stroking him. He’s developing feelings, whether he admits it or not. Stockholm syndrome accelerated by incredible sex and your particular brand of ‘care.’ But Veronica… this is deeper than your usual projects. When you were doing those psych research papers or the mini-docs on patient compliance under sedation, it was always clinical. Data-driven. You’d document every reaction, every breaking point, like it was an experiment. Here? You swallowed every drop like it was the best thing you’ve tasted in years. You kissed him passionately afterward. You’re invested. In love, even.”

Veronica leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her dark eyes intense. “I am. He’s my perfect match. Intelligent enough to run a remote server business, tough enough to survive that crash and trek through the blizzard, and resilient under pressure. His teeth are nearly perfect now. The appendix is gone. Once he heals, I can work on full optimization nutrition, exercise, maybe even some elective procedures he’ll eventually ask for. I want him to choose me. Not just submit because of the restraints and drugs. The ankle tracker is a start, but I want his heart. His loyalty. I’ve already told him he’s mine and that fate brought him here. The sex in the bath was raw and desperate. What we just did in there? That was intimate. Possessive. I want more of that. Mornings waking up next to him, evenings by the fire, him willingly submitting for me in the dental chair because he trusts me completely.”

Amanda nodded slowly, processing. “You’ve always been the intense one of us, the child genius with multiple degrees by 25, dental surgery, general surgery, psych, research. Mom pushed us all, but you took it farthest. Victoria went extreme with her surgical obsessions, I stayed more balanced with anesthesia and general practice. But this… keeping a man you essentially kidnapped, turning his medical emergencies into bonding opportunities? It’s bold, even for you. Psychologically, he’s under enormous strain. The repeated sedation, the restraints, the forced procedures they’re creating dependence, but also resentment. I saw it in his eyes when he complained about still being tied down. You have to be careful. Push too hard and he breaks instead of bonds. Ease up on the non-consensual stuff now that the immediate medical crises are handled. More positive reinforcement. Rewards. Like what you just gave him.”

“Exactly,” Veronica replied, her voice growing passionate. “That’s why I wanted you here. Not just for the surgery. Your psych background helps me read him better. He’s angry, yes. Scared. But his body yields. His cock hardened while I was examining him clinically and talking about shaving his pubic hair, checking his urethra. He blushes and squirms, but he doesn’t truly hate it. And when I took him in my mouth? He begged me to stop because it felt too good. That’s the crack I need to widen. Pleasure mixed with care. Structure with affection. I’ll give him more freedom as he heals it will be supervised at first, of course. Show him the library, cook together, let him see I’m not a monster. Just a woman who finally found her fate match in the middle of a blizzard.”

“Speaking of family,” Amanda continued, her tone turning more serious, “we need to talk about Mom and Victoria. You know Mom is going to want a full detailed report soon. She already knows the basics from the background check you ran through Richard, but once she hears about the appendectomy and how invested you are, she’ll insist on reviewing everything full medical file, psych notes, even compatibility metrics. You should plan to call her in the next day or two, before she decides to send someone out here herself. She’s protective of all of us, but especially you, the youngest. She’ll grill you on consent progression and long-term stability plans for Rick. Better to get ahead of it and frame it as you being in control.”

Veronica sighed, rubbing her temples. “I know. Mom will be clinical about it at first, asking about infection risks, his baseline health improvements, and whether he’s showing genuine attachment or just trauma bonding. But she’ll understand once she sees how right this feels. I’ll call her soon I promise maybe tomorrow after he’s had more rest. I need to prepare my notes properly so she doesn’t worry.”

Amanda leaned in, her voice dropping with intensity.

Amanda leaned in, her voice dropping with intensity. “And Victoria… you know she’s going to be a much bigger problem. Our eldest sister doesn’t do ‘gentle’ or ‘gradual.’ The moment she hears you’ve claimed a man for yourself, especially one as resilient as Rick, she’ll want to come evaluate him personally. And you know what that means right intense, extreme surgical sessions. She’d have him in full-body suspension restraints for days, running every invasive test imaginable, pushing him psychologically to the breaking points just to see how far he bends. Victoria’s obsessions go way beyond what you or I do. Remember that one subject she worked on during her fellowship? The guy barely recovered mentally. She’d treat Rick like her newest project, testing pain thresholds, modification limits, all under the guise of ‘family optimization.’ You’re possessive, Veronica, and rightfully so. Do not let her near him unsupervised. She might try to convince Mom that she needs to ‘assist’ with his long-term care, and once Victoria sinks her teeth in, it’s hard to pull her off. You’ll have to stand firm tell Mom that Rick is yours alone to shape.”

Veronica’s expression tightened, a flicker of genuine concern crossing her face. “I remember that fellowship case all too well. Case 47. She kept him in total immobilization for three weeks, testing layered nerve blocks, progressive tissue expansion, and psychological endurance under constant low-level surgical stimulation. The man came out with enhanced sensory mapping but a shattered sense of autonomy. He could barely function outside her controlled environment afterward. Mom had to step in quietly to smooth things over with the oversight board. Victoria documented every incision, every reaction, every breaking point like it was pure science. She pushed him to the edge of dissociation, then brought him back with precise interventions—micro-implants for muscle control, experimental regenerative grafts. It wasn’t just surgery; it was total bodily reconfiguration. Brilliant data, terrifying execution.”

Amanda nodded, “and that was not even the worse remember the twins from two years ago? The brother and sister who survived that horrific accident and became her private ‘rehabilitation’ project? Victoria performed staged bilateral limb lengthening combined with neural rerouting while keeping them conscious under partial sedation so she could get real-time feedback on pain and sensory changes. The brother eventually stabilized but still has nightmares. The female twin, though… she developed a near-worshipful dependence on Victoria. She begged to stay with her after the procedures, calling her ‘the one who remade me.’ Now she’s one of Victoria’s main surgical nurse assistants she is completely devoted, anticipating every need in the OR, assisting in the most extreme cases without hesitation. Victoria calls it ‘successful pair-bonding through shared extremity,’ but we both know it’s full-on psychological reprogramming. That woman lives for Victoria’s approval and the scalpel. If Victoria gets even a hint about Rick, she’ll see him as prime material for the same kind of transformation, maybe even try to turn him into another loyal assistant or test subject who craves her control the way that twin does.”

Veronica nodded, “I know that is exactly why I won’t let her near him,” Veronica said firmly, her black eyes flashing with protective intensity. “Victoria doesn’t do gentle bonding or gradual trust-building. She lives for that moment when the subject stops fighting the scalpel and starts craving it—when they break and beg for her to remake them. With Rick’s baseline health, recent trauma from the crash, and the conditioning I’ve already started, she’d view him as the ultimate project. I refuse to let Rick become another success story in Victoria’s collection. He’s mine to love and perfect, not hers to break and rebuild for her sick experimental.”

Amanda leaned back slightly, her tone measured but urgent. “You’re right to be worried. Victoria’s intensity has always been on another level. Mom knows it too, which is why she reins her in when things go too far. But if Victoria hears about Rick and decides she needs to ‘contribute,’ she’ll frame it as helping her little sister secure a perfect partner through superior surgical adjustments. You’ll have to be very clear with Mom during the call and emphasize Rick’s positive responses to your methods, the medical necessity of what you’ve already done, and that any involvement from Victoria would risk undoing the attachment that’s forming. Present it as protecting the family’s newest addition rather than denying Victoria access. Mom will likely support you if you position it that way, but you know how persuasive Victoria can be when she wants something.”

Veronica sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “I’ll call Mom tomorrow after he’s had more rest. I need to prepare a full file

with medical summaries, psych observations, evidence of his improving attachment. I’ll stress that Rick is mine alone to shape and that Victoria’s approach would be too extreme for this stage. She can visit later maybe, once he’s willingly choosing this life with me. But not before. I won’t risk her turning him into another devoted assistant like that twin, or worse than that breaking him in ways that can’t be fixed.”

(July late add)

……………… more of chapter 9 to follow!