Chapter 3: Present time Friday October 15th

Present time Friday October 15^th,

Monique Thibodeau was a mulatto woman who inherited the best traits from her Nigerian father and French mother. She had darker olive toned skin and perfect angular facial features with high cheek bones and dusky gray eyes. Her hair was bleached to a light copper color and straightened so that it fell to her shoulders evenly. She wore stepped bangs across her forehead which highlighted her thin eyebrows and piercing eyes. She nearly always wore skintight leggings and a halter top that displayed her incredible body to its fullest, whenever she was working with John during his therapy. In the pool she wore a skimpy one-piece that bordered on scandalous.

He met her shortly after his spinal surgery and they had been working closely together each day since, for hours at a time. If she wasn’t coaching him on his ambulation or on his isotonic resistance exercises, she was working with him on the routine activities like dressing, cooking, eating, washing, and shaving, or ADLs (activities of daily living). She also served as his massage therapist and helped him relearn how to perform even the most routine functions like keyboarding, texting, and operating a remote control.

John loved and hated her. She never lost her sweet positive personality no matter how angry and abusive he was to her in return. He could not argue the success of her efforts as he grew stronger and more independent. He was told that the Nanobots would play a significant role in his rehabilitation, allowing his muscles to grow back faster and leaner, while increasing his endurance and energy. She was always delighted with his progress and firm when he slacked off. She became a constant in his life from morning til night.

One Saturday evening she appeared in his room wearing a terry cloth robe and carrying a tray with several items on it. She smiled brightly at his crestfallen look and laughed lightly.

“Don’t be so happy to see me John.” she chided as she sat on the edge of his queen-sized Sleep Number bed. The robe parted by her knees revealing a length of long mahogany toned leg. “You can relax, I am not here in an official capacity ... well not quite.” she mused. The tray contained a specimen cup a square jar and a small box. There were several wrapped objects as well.

“I thought we were done for the day Mon.” he grumbled. He didn’t really mind her presence, in fact he found himself drawn to her more and more every day. Still, he was sore all over and was looking forward to a good night’s rest.

“I spoke to Dr. Willoughby earlier today and she mentioned that she needed to collected a semen sample from you.” the dark-skinned woman said delicately. “She wanted to have you self-express tomorrow morning, but I convinced her that we could obtain it much sooner.” She set down the tray and lifted a little packet from it. It was a sealed condom in a plain white wrapper.

John stared back at her stunned as she beamed at his astonished reaction. “Say wha...”

“Unless you would rather go masturbate for her in her lab.”

“Uh. Yeah. NO!” he was utterly flummoxed at her brazen openness and lay back helpless as she confidently pulled his covers down to the foot of his bed. He only wore a pair of soft white cotton briefs to bed. She stood over him and untied her robe slowly, watching his face as his eyes widened. With a shrug of her shoulders, she let the robe fall open and drop to her feet. She was completely naked beneath it, and he felt his throat tighten as he beheld her fabulous body.

The first thing he noticed was her perfect breasts. They swelled out from her chest and curved up with her long petite nipples sticking upwards from the darker cones of her areolas. She was too athletic for very large tits, but he was sure she was at least a C cup. They rose above her flat toned stomach that displayed even ridges of abdominal muscles before curving erotically to her round hips and thick legs. Her mons was completely free of hair, and he could see the thin slit of her vagina as it disappeared between her legs. His groin tingled as his dick began to swell.

She sat back on the side of his bed and leaned forward cradling his scarred and mutilated face in her soft hands. She pressed her lips against his and then opened them slightly to probe his mouth with her tongue. She tasted so good he found himself reaching up to hold her against him. She moaned softly and pressed her lips more firmly into his.

Then she pulled away from him, rising back to her feet. With expert efficiency and gentle hands, she pulled his briefs down his legs and slipped them off his feet. She had bathed him dozens of times and assisted him to do so many more, so his nudity was nothing new to her. Seeing his growing erection however caused her to feel a rush of warmth through her belly and down into her groin. She was present enough to notice the gradual changes in his body over time and his impressive response to her physical therapy regimen. His body mass index had long surpassed his preadmission standard physique and he had been putting on muscle rapidly. She was especially impressed to see his penile growth as well and witnessing his first erection since his trauma was fascinating to her.

She gently took his hard member in her hand and looked back into his eyes assuring him that her lust matched his own. “Darling, we have to collect the sample first, so there can be no intercourse for the moment.” she explained. Then she dipped her head and took his entire swollen head into her mouth eagerly. He felt the vibration in her throat as she hummed. Her tongue lavishly wrapped around his shaft and painted it lovingly along it’s entire length. Then her cheeks sank in as she began sucking him and taking him further down her throat with bobbing gyrations of her beautiful head.

John closed his eyes and lifted his face to the ceiling as the pleasure washed over him. He groaned loudly and began bucking his hips involuntarily. She matched his rhythm and continued working her lips up and down his length, taking him deeper and deeper until her nose began bumping his pubis.

“Oh God! Oh God!” He began groaning as he felt every pleasure center in his pelvis firing off. His left testicle began rising up into his groin and he felt her release her grip on his shaft as she pulled her mouth off of him. He opened his eyes and peered down at her as she expertly removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it into her mouth. With incredible skill she lowered her mouth back over his shaft, applying the prophylactic at the same time. He felt the material squeeze his girth as she rolled it down his length.

She looked up at him hungrily as she moved her delicious mouth down to his scrotum and began licking and sucking his balls while stroking his hard shaft vigorously with her hand. For a brief second he was disappointed by the interference of the artificial membrane, but her sudden stimulation of his only functioning testicle, sent him into orbit. With a gasp his hips spasmed and she redoubled her efforts to jerk him off until he began shooting his seed into the reservoir in several great spurts. She continued stroking and milking him until he begged her to stop. Then she just as expertly removed the condom from his softening cock.

She held it up with the reservoir full of cum hanging down and removed the rubber top from a blood tube. With a small pair of stainless scissors, she made a cut into the tip of the reservoir and then squeezed his sperm into the tube like she was piping frosting onto a cake. It practically filled the 8 ml tube. With a satisfied smile she replaced the rubber cap and placed it back in the tube holder. She rose with the tray and walked across his room towards the door. He watched the wave of her delightful ass as she walked away from him.