Angel in Spikes
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Copyright 2011 by Aaron Pery
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Angel in Spikes
Chapter One
Everything seemed terribly confused in my head when I woke up because I didn't know who and where I was and no matter how hard I tried to figure things out I came up with nothing that made any sense until I forced my eyes open and all I could see was an unfocused white ceiling above me. Trying to figure out where I tried to focus my eyes very slowly until my vision cleared somewhat and then I turned my head first right and then left, which quickly told me that I was in a hospital bed and that I was hooked up to a bunch of strange machines.
My reaction to the sight was to say out loud, "Oh, my God, what happened to me that I'm here?" And suddenly I remembered driving out of the underground parking garage and seeing this huge black car flying at me the moment I turned right into Century Boulevard, where it wasn't a second ago when I looked all around, and hitting me broadside. It was a booming crash sound and then my little Datsun was up in the air literally turning over and over until it fell back down to earth and the airbag exploded in my face. I couldn't remember anything afterwards, just a complete blackout like I ceased to exist.
Okay, that makes sense, I thought as I changed positions in bed to relieve the sudden pain in my butt, and wondered who I actually was and it took me a few minutes of concentration with closed eyes to come up with the answer, and a few more to run through it in mind.
My name is Angela Holtz, though most people who know me always called me honey because of my nearly white honey blond hair that surrounds my supposedly angelic looking face. Which I never liked because it makes it sound like I was a child, which I have to admit isn't too far from the truth because at twenty-five years of age I still look like a kid. Oh, maybe not totally so but the fact is that I'm just a shade under five feet, weigh ninety-eight pounds, and have orange sized tits. Fortunately though, despite my real diminutive size I have a figure that is quite well proportioned with wide shoulders, narrow waste, curved hips and butt, and nicely shaped legs.
When I'd graduated from high school, with crappy grades I admit, my only wish was to escape from my mother's house who, after Dad died of a brain tumor, remarried quickly. With my low grades and SAT being in the toilet, the only school I was accepted into was Santa Monica Community College, which I was pretty happy with because it meant moving away from Oxnard and living in Los Angeles on my own. It was an expensive proposition but Dad had left me ten grand on his insurance policy, which I was sure will be sufficient to give me a good start.
I was lucky to find a small one bedroom apartment in a rent controlled building in Santa Monica, and was able to furnish it for under a thousand dollars by buying rather nice used furniture and even small refrigerator that was sufficient for one person. Pots, pans, crockery, and a simple decorations completed my new home to perfection and I was quite excited to move into it, driving over in a repossessed Datsun that my stepfather was able to find me for a bit under five grand that seemed to be in perfect shape and just kept on running. At least until it was destroyed by whoever it was that almost killed me.
So there I was at age eighteen and on my own, feeling like I was on top of the world. College was easy for me since I didn't take a full load because I got a job waitressing and had a decent income that supplied me with all my simple needs and even allowed me to save a little every month. As to my needs, I spent very little on clothes since all I ever wore were cheap jeans, T-shits, and sneakers, and since my breasts were so small I had no need for bras. The only things that I really liked and went a bit overboard with were panties, which I had a fetish about them being sexy and silky no matter their style, which I had quite a collection of.
My social life was practically non-existent since I preferred to be alone most most of the time and reading anything I could lay my hands on, which grew tremendously once I discovered ebooks for which I bought a Kindle reader and downloaded everything that the booksellers offered for free except when I found a book by an author that I knew and liked their style. Unfortunately, since I downloaded just about everything that was free, I quickly discovered what they called Erotica but in truth was pornography which I liked very much because it gave me quite a thrill. As a result of it I became quite obsessed with playing with myself and then graduated to buying a variety of sex toys that I used constantly.
I guess my turning into porno and sex toys was a direct result of my barren sex life. I stayed a virgin up to age twenty when I finally had an encounter with a fellow student. The experience was painful and I derived no pleasure from it and decided not to give up on it altogether, yet my next few attempts at it even though they weren't painful did not provide me with the great pleasure that I had expected so I ended up pleasuring myself with my sex toys collection, quite often. As a result being frustrated with my minute size and wishing to feel like a sexual dominant person, I also bought a leather strap with an opening on the front where I could insert any one of my dildos, which I loved putting on and then parade around my apartment as though I were a real shemale. Then, going through the catalogs that the toy company started sending me after my first purchase, I discovered that they also sold a variety of strange latex outfits which I thought looked extremely sexy and titillating and bought of few of them in various outrageous styles. When they arrived I was amazed at the sexual pleasure these tight clothes gave me, and even more so after I got a few pairs of eight, ten, and twelve inch spike heels that made me suddenly look tall and beautiful.
It took me three years to graduate from my two-year program, not because I'm dumb or anything, but school had always bored me half to death. Besides, as far as I was concerned I was in no hurry to finish my schooling nor attend a four-year college since all I needed in order to apply to better jobs was my certificate of graduating from Santa Monica. Which I did and, unfortunately, could find nothing of interest other than a position of a receptionist in an attorney's office in Century City, where I'd stayed till this day.
Though I had never worn a dress before other than to church, where my devout mother dragged us all every Sunday, suddenly wearing dresses with bras as well, which was a prerequisite at my job, including high heels and wearing lipstick, all of which I'd resented at first but decided to comply with or else work as a waitress for the rest of my life and depend on measly tips once my youth faded.
To my great surprise, once I purchased a few outfits I discovered that I liked wearing dresses just as much as I did panties because of the variety of soft materials that clung to my bare skin and gave me a very pleasant charge whenever I moved. Heck, I suddenly discovered what it felt like to be an attractive woman in high heels with my nails long and covered with shiny red lacquer and wearing lipstick of the same hue. And I fell in love with wearing jewelry, which I bought one item at least every month until I got me quite a collection. It was as though I'd suddenly blossomed to become a woman rather than my old tomboy looks and behavior.
The work was quite interesting as I met new attractive people daily and I forced myself to refine my speech style in order to better fit into this new environment. Six month after starting, when I talked about moving on to a better position with Mr. Harvey, the senior partner, he wasn't too surprised and told me that the entire staff was impressed with my abilities and suggested that if I was serious about advancing myself I should finish college and by then I'd for sure know which avenue to take in my professional life. In the meantime, he suggested that I can either take night school or earn my degree on line which he will recommend one for me and that to help me accomplish that he'll raise my salary by twenty percent.
I was thrilled with the idea and thanked him for the increase, and when I went home that night I got on my computer and sought a proper degree study site. The next day, when I told him about it gave him the name of the on-line college, Harvey was very pleased with my decision and checked on my choice on the spot, which he found was perfectly acceptable. I enrolled that very night and for the first time in my life I realized the extreme pleasures one can derive from learning and education.
It quickly became apparent to me that not only did I enjoy my studies but that my mind was a lot better than I had ever thought it was because it only took me one year to earn my degree, by which time I was quite sure that I wanted to become an attorney, not just for the money I could make at it but because of its complexity and constant mental exercise required to be very good at it.
So, with Harvey's enthusiastic assistance I enrolled in a preparatory course to pass the bar and kept at it for almost a year before he considered me capable of passing the California Bar Exam. Unfortunately I failed it on my first try, but the day of the accident I found out that I had passed the Bar and could now consider myself an Attorney at Law, esquire. He took me out to lunch in the company of the other two senior partners, where he offered me an apprenticeship in the company in their criminal section and at a salary that truly boggled my mind. Which, of course, I accepted without any hesitation and we all raised a glass of champagne in honor of the occasion after I kissed him emotionally with tears in my eyes for all the kindness he had shown me in the past four years.
Back in the office the staff assembled in the boardroom where Harvey cut a huge congratulation cake and announced my joining the staff as an attorney, and everyone applauded and I was then hugged by everyone. Afterwards, I was chased out of the office and told to go home and celebrate with my close friends, which no one knew that I had only one. And then, of course, I was hit by the asshole on my way out and found myself here, hopefully not overly battered.
Although I met many young women at work, particularly in the communal bathroom, I made no close friendships with them other with Sharon who was a paralegal in the adjacent legal office, to whom I was drawn to, probably because she was a total reverse to who I was. The only similarity between us was that we were the same age, but then Sharon was a redhead, almost six feet tall and commensurately huge in every part of her body, possessed a loud and brash voice with a personality to match. She was apparently drawn to me just as much as I was to her, and we quickly became devoted friends and used to spend our weekends together in visiting singles bars and then spending the rest of the time going to the movies and eating at various restaurants. Once I befriended her I learned to appreciate men much better than before since she tended to go to better hotel bars while both of us were dressed in our best and were always picked up quickly.
A smile suddenly crept over my face at the memory of our exciting sexual escapades, particularly the one a week ago when I learned something new about myself. Sharon's choice for our sexual excursion last Friday was the Downtown Sunset Hotel, an elegant and quite expensive place that catered to out of town executives. We drove over in separate cars as we always did when on a cock hunt, and then sat at the bar on opposite sides so that no one would suspect us as a pair of high-priced hookers because of our elegant but quite revealing short dresses that were wore, with very deep cleavages.
The bar at the hotel was every bit as nice and elegant as Sharon had told me it would be, and walking across the large room to seat myself on a bar stool I could feel every male and female eye following my body's animal-like languid movements. I also could smell delicious food aroma wafting into the bar from the nearby dining room, and asked the bartender for a menu with my order of gin and tonic.
It took only a few minutes for the empty seats next to me to become occupied by two handsome men in their early thirties who were dressed in conservative business suites and seemed quite eager to make my acquaintance. They were guests at the hotel, both from the East Coast and in town for a few days. The conversation flowed easily back and forth and by the time the steak I had ordered arrived, the three of us were bosom buddies. Of the two, the man on my right, Jason, attracted me more as he looked to me like an intelligent and virile person even though the other was much better looking and I chuckled to myself at the thought that I was looking for the best stud in the house, not a Mr. Universe, and being mercenary about it did not disturb me in the least bit.
We danced a few rounds on the dance floor, and my feeling that Jason was my better choice grew as he held me close to him and let me feel his hard cock pushing against my belly, sending a clear signal that he was ready and eager. My behavior throughout the evening was sexy and coquettish, and absolutely moronic as I put on a totally dumb and silly act, laughing at everything that he had said, and giggling constantly for no reason whatsoever. Responding eagerly to every idiotic sexual innuendo that he pitched at me, I rubbed my tits against his arm every time that he insinuated his intentions. Constantly touching him, my hand dropped a few times into his lap, brushing against his erection and apologizing endlessly. He must have thought that I was totally drunk, or worse, absolutely stupid, but regardless, after about an hour of more of the same, he suggested that we go to his room for better booze and music. I eagerly accepted, emitting a very loud and silly squeal, and let him take care of my food and bar tab while I saw Sharon's smiling at me from across the bar.
Moments later, we were in Jason's room and the door closed immediately behind us with a loud bang, after which he gave me a very sexy and enticing kiss, holding me close while pushing his throbbing cock between my legs as my mind and body were in utter chaos and I couldn't breath or move. Our close contact made me desperately want was to feel a big cock inside my pussy and exploding and filling me with his fiery cum--no games and no words, just pure and unadulterated fucking.
Jason reached over my shoulder and unzipped my dress, then pulled it down with my panties, and stepped back to look at my naked body. I stepped out of my shoes while he kept watching me as he, too, started to undress but never took his eyes off my now sweat-glistening body. I watched his muscular and smooth body unfold in front of me and was mesmerized like a mouse watching a cobra about to pounce on it as my eyes were drawn to the huge bulge in his jockey shorts. When he finally pulled them down I let out a cry like a trapped animal when I saw that his cock was almost as thick as my wrist and I stood there, my hand in my mouth, biting it as the biggest cock I had ever seen began to emerge from his shorts. Having been of an average size I never imagined that any normal woman could receive such an immense object into her body without being torn apart, and it scared the hell out of me.
Finally, Jason's shorts were down and his cock, as though possessing a life of it's own, popped up toward his naked stomach and hit it with a thud like a rifle shot. He stood there for a moment while I looked at the marvel of his cock, which was long and thick and fully erect as it pointed upward with it's head almost touching Jason's belly button. I looked with fascination as little beads of white fluid dripped slowly out of it, getting an intense craving to lick and taste it. After what felt like eternity, he suddenly looked down at his cock and extended one hand to me while laying the other on my shoulder, and pushed me down gently until my face was level with his throbbing shaft.
Every image and fear that I'd ever felt about the act of sucking a big cock completely vanished when my tongue darted out of my mouth to lick the beautifully spectacular flesh that stood at attention so near my face. Without paying any attention to anything else I extended both hands to the magnificent cockhead and pushed his thick foreskin backwards before taking it very slowly into my eagerly anticipating mouth. It was as though someone had rammed a burning torch into my unsuspecting mouth, which was burning it with tremendous heat, making me shudder until I tasted its delicious hot and salty taste of his burning love juices that started to flow when it entered my mouth. As I began to run my tongue all around his thick bulb Jason grabbed my hair and pushed his cock further into my mouth and almost choked and I knew that I had to take control or get hurt by the mindless thrusts of his body. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned further between his sweaty legs, reached his balls with my mouth and started licking and sucking powerfully on them. I could barely hear him groan but I knew that he was going crazy above me as I licked his cock from top to bottom and then sucked every inch of of his ball-bag while both my hands held it tightly and rubbed it, pushing and pulling on the skin. I continued to suck and lick until the last moment before he was about to explode and stopped, not wanting him to lose any of his strength before fucking me properly. I knew from a few experiences that sometimes a man might be good for only one shot and this episode was not intended to please Jason but to give me my well deserved sexual pleasure. So, almost reluctantly, I rose slowly while rubbing my steaming body against this monster of a cock as I finally stood in front of him with my legs widely spread and ready for him to enter my body.
Jason, however, had a different idea. He put me down on the edge of the bed, spread my legs as far as he could, and brought his mouth to my burning pussy. His lips caressed the naked skin of my pussy lips while his tongue darted in and out, licking and sucking my hardening big clit and as my excitement rose it began to swell to its maximum size, ending completely in Jason's mouth, who was giving it an occasional bite as he sucked it. I could hear my moaning and joyous squeals as he manipulated my clit and pussy almost beyond endurance and, just as I had done to him a little while earlier, he must have sensed that I was about to come so he stopped and stoop up, his cock throbbing and dripping as it, too, was just as excited as my pussy was.
I moved up until my feet rested on the bed, knees up and legs widely spread while Jason lowered himself over my body and started to push his cock into my body. I raised my head a little and watched the tip of his cock vanish into my love hole, rubbing against my swollen clit before it slid down my crack and began its journey into me. My pussy felt as though it was blazing, feverish, and engorged by the blood coursing through all my veins as my juices flowed in such volume that I could feel them dripping down to my asshole, putting it on fire, too.
Jason's cock was so big and thick that despite of the abundant lubrication my body was producing, I still could feel it going in and hurting me terribly as it slowly penetrated. It spread my hurting flesh ever wider and stretching it to a point that I felt would make it tear apart and burst momentarily, but he kept entering me further and further and hurting me every step of the way in a most incredible manner, which was not painful but actually quite pleasing. His cock stretched my pussy as it forced my drenched mounds to close around it like my hungry lips did before, and pulling my asshole up, making it stretch deliciously. He kept on going further and further in, so slowly that I felt that I would go screaming mad at any second.
He finally reached bottom and his flat belly touched mine and started pumping slowly at first but then increasing the tempo constantly. Every time he got all the way in my clit got rubbed and mashed by his body while his ball sack hit my asshole with every downward pumping move, and we kept going like that until at last our bodies gave in and we came together, screaming and yelling like banshees. He burst inside me with a powerful jet that made me feel that his cum was the most energizing fluid that my body did or would ever receive. We lay on the bed totally exhausted afterwards, gasping and shuddering with endless uncontrolled jerks.
The next few hours passed as though a movie had been unfolding in front of my eyes. I was an active participant yet could watch everything while it happened as we must've broken all world fucking records and continued going on until our bodies refused to function any longer. When I checked the bedside clock during one of our resting periods I saw that it was 4:30 AM, which was time for me to go. I remained in bed for a few minutes and watched poor Jason's eyes close as he fell sound asleep, practically dead to the world. I looked at him thankfully and after bending over and kissing his swollen lips I grabbed my clothes from the floor and slipped quickly into the bathroom. By the time I reached it I could feel fluids dripping down my thighs so I wiped myself off as well as I could and doubled up a thick washcloth which I put in the crotch of my panties after putting it on. I returned to the bed after putting my dress on and leaned over Jason's now shriveled cock and kissed it thankfully before leaving.
As I walked to the car my pleasantly abused body felt as though it had just been torn apart, and my groin area felt distended from being poked by Jason's huge shaft so many times during the night. It felt marvelous, though, and the thrill of being fucked so thoroughly for the first time ever added to my sense of freedom and great pleasure.
Chapter Two
Just as I finished with my mental exercise to review my recollection ability after suffering what I was sure of a serious wallop on the head, I heard the door open and opened my eyes to see a woman who had to be my nurse. She looked at my eyes following her movements and seemed to be genuinely happy.
"Well, Dear, good morning and I'm glad to see that you're finally awake. How d'you feel, though?"
"Like I'd been run over by a truck."
"That's a pretty good description of what happened to you."
"What did happen? All that I remember is that I was slammed by this huge black car just as I came out of the office parking garage on Friday. Oh, and what day is it now?"
"It's Friday again, Dearie."
"Oh, shit. So I'd been in a coma for a whole week?"
"Not really a coma. You were so badly hurt that Dr. Feinman kept you under sedation all this time to give your body plenty of opportunity to heal without suffering any pain."
"For which I'm grateful. Did I break anything?"
"Luckily you didn't, just stretched every muscle in your body literally to the limit and gotten a bunch of bruises and lacerations all over once the airbag busted after protecting your body to begin with. Also, if you're worried about being left with a bunch of ugly scars, don't because you won't have any. The only ones that you did receive were on your head under your hair, which will be covered once it grows back."
I put my hand up on top of my head and felt a thick layer of surgical dressings. "Yeah, I can feel that I have a bunch of cut on top. So they had to shave my hair?"
"Yes because they had to suture all the cut, some of which were quite deep. And since we're having this conversation it means that you didn't suffer any concussion either, just a bunch of cuts."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"And I'm sure you'll be even gladder when Dr. Feinman removes all the dressings, which I'm sure he'll do once I tell him that you're up. Oh, and he'll for sure want to remove the catheter so you'll be able to pee normally again."
I looked down at the foot of the bed and groaned when I saw the plastic bag full of urine. "Yuck, it looks terrible."
"Yes, it does, but it had to be done while you were under."
"I guess so. What happens next?"
"I'd already buzzed Dr. Feinman to let him know that you're up so he should be here any minute."
The door to my room was pushed open just as the nurse finished talking and a short, chubby young man wearing a white robe walked in. He gave me a genuine warm smile as he came over to the bed but didn't speak as he pulled my blanket aside and then lifted my hospital gown up to my neck and began probing my entire body inch by inch, both front and rear. Then, after grunting to himself with a satisfied mumble, he finally addressed me.
"Well, Angie, it looks like your body has healed rather nicely so we better take the next step and remove your catheter so you can start eating and drinking normally and use the toilet. It won't hurt you when I pull it out but it might sting a bit."
He reached between my legs with something that looked like a washcloth and started pulling on the tube that had apparently been inserted into my urethra. As he had promised, it didn't hurt and stung a little but I'm ashamed to admit that it gave me such an interesting sexual charge that my pussy started drooling. The good doctor's reaction to it, which I'm sure he could easily smell, was to smile as he wiped off residual urine from my crack and then did the same with my sexual salivating.
He covered me up again, and then removed all the needles from my arms that had apparently fed and sedated me in the last week before starting to snip my dressings off. Then, dropping it on the tray behind him, he began tracing all the cuts on my head one by one before speaking. "Looks like everything healed quite well so far--no bleeding and the sutures are coming off by themselves. I'd like to keep your head without any dressing because it'll promote faster recovery, but it'll look like hell once I cover each wound with red antiseptic. So it's up to you, Angie--look a bit scary for a couple of days or stay here a bit longer. will it be?"
"How much longer do I need to stay in the hospital?"
"Four days if I keep your head bare, and about a week if I don't."
"Then, Doctor, paint my head red."
"Smart girl." He turned around to where the nurse was standing holding a tray and pulled off a wad of gauze and a dark bottle full of the antiseptic gunk and began smearing it all over my head, which smarted a little but otherwise I barely felt it.
"Okay, Angie, it's done and you look like a war-painted Indian warrior but not too bad. You have a good restful day, especially after your nurse gives you a small breakfast."
"Since I can go to the bathroom now, Doctor, can I also take a shower?"
"Yes, but make sure that you have a shower cap on when you do that while still avoiding it hitting you directly."
"Of course."
Dr. Feinman patted my shoulder before leaving. "You do know how lucky you were not to get your face horribly scarred by the accident, do you?"
"Yes, Nurse Dana already told me about it."
"Good, then I'll see you later in the afternoon to check on your condition."
"Thank you, Doctor."
My nurse approached me a few minutes later, after removing all the wheeled tripods with the remnants of the plastic containers of my pee and medications, then cranked open two windows at each side of the room that allowed a pleasant breeze in.
"Why did you do that, I mean open the windows?"
"Because it...." She stopped and gave me a strange look. "Are you totally unaware of the strong, quite pungent smell of your sexual secretion that's filled the room?"
I sniffed the air all around me and could detect nothing. "That's right, none. Are you saying that my pussy emitted a very strong scent when I got excited by Dr. Feinman's handling my pubic area?"
"Yes, but I guess you're not aware of it because for some reason it's only noticeable by people around you. I'd read somewhere about some women discharging pheromones that are quite irresistible to both the men and the women, and apparently you're one of these rare females. Heck, the moment the poor doctor got a whiff of your scent he must've gotten the hardest erection he'd ever experienced, and it even affected me because the moment I smelled it I started creaming myself. I'm surprised that no one had ever told about it."
I chuckled but felt a bit embarrassed by the conversation. "You mean that I smell like an animal in heat when I get excited? No one ever told me about such a thing but may that's because its manifestation must be a recent physical physical development."
"Why d'you think so?"
"Because until about six months ago my libido was practically non-existent until it suddenly started to manifest itself and I became quite enamored with my sexuality."
"Fascinating. Is that when your clitoris started developing until it reached the size that it is today?"
"What do you mean?"
"That you've got the biggest clit I'd ever seen on any woman, and I've seen hundreds of them during my career."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Dana."
"Gosh, Angie, it's so big that it sticks out quite a bit from between your labias in repose. And when you got excited it got engorged like a small penis, well, maybe not so small because I've seen men with a smaller one."
I automatically put my hand between my legs and touched my clit and quickly realized how big it was, then felt it enlarge even more once I touched it until it became as hard as a cock and I pulled my hand away from my pussy like it had been burnt. "Jesus. I'd never noticed it was like this before so it must've developed to this size only recently."
"Make sense because when you were brought in and cleaned up we all thought that you were just past your puberty, and were quite surprised to find out that you were just about twenty-five."
"Yeah, that the story of my life I guess, because everyone always thought I was a child."
"I'm not surprised because you barely have any pubic hairs, which I'm sure makes you very appealing to men because they love to think they're screwing a child."
"Definitely, especially because of my tiny tits."
Dana smiled and pressed a button that raised my back quite a bit, then helped me wiggle into a proper sitting position, which I liked much better rather than lying on my back and feeling helpless. "I hate to tell you that, but just like your clitoris, your breasts got quite a bit bigger since you were brought here, which now explains why you weren't aware of your physical changes."
She pulled my gown up to my neck so I could look at my chest, and I gasped aloud when I saw that I now possessed two breasts that were huge in comparison to what they used to be, with large dark areolas that surrounded big nipples. "Jesus, they've gotten big and beautiful. Which I love having them because I'd always hated having such tiny tits."
"I'm glad for you, Angie. And I'm pretty sure that your breasts and clit must've developed to such an extent because when you were rolling in your busted car something must've hit your pituitary gland and gave it a jolt that activated its additional growth. I'm not totally sure about that so I'll discuss it with Dr. Feinman later and have him research it."
"No." I literally shouted. "Don't tell him about it."
Dana was surprised by my vehemence. "Don't you want to know the cause of these highly unique developments in your body?"
"I think your assumption is the correct one so I'll accept it. As to why I ask you not to bring it up to Dr. Feinman, its because I have no wish to become a medical Guinea Pig and be kept here forever while the scientists dig into my body and try to determine how and why these developments happened."