Anesthesia and intubation

You stumbled into a restricted zone in the hospital and were retained for unauthorized entry. Administrative procedures became admission procedures. Your courteous protest was matched with increasing insistence from the medical staff. They soon asserted that you were scheduled for some procedures which you objected to but they went ahead to prep you anyway.

They stripped you of your freedom layer by layer. The further the preparations went, the less control you had. At first you went along due to curiosity, then you did as you were told because you didn't know what was happening, and when you started to doubt, they reassured you, coerced you when you resisted. As fear gripped you, you protested and struggled, they restrained and drugged you.

Now, you lay there naked, except for a bouffant cap covering your hair, on the operating table under the harsh surgical light, breathing heavily. Your hands were outstretched on the armboards, and legs strapped to the stirrups. You had butterflies in your stomach and your heart in your throat as you tried to make sense through your drugged haze of what the fully gowned surgeon was saying about the procedures.

You panicked and struggled with your life when you saw the anesthesia mask descending, blocking out the rest of the room. You tried to turn your face away from it but strong gloved hand gripped your chin and locked your head into a cradle of soft bossoms, immobilizing your head. You made a final attempt to break free as the soft silicon of the mask sealed itself around your cheek, straining every muscle against the restraints.

A sweet pungent gas filled your lungs and an odd chemical taste coated your tongue. You screamed but was muffled when the anesthetist squeezed the breathing bag forcing the gas down your throat. You kicked your legs and twisted your hands with whatever little movement you could afford.

When the surgeon rested her gloved hands on your inner things to spread your legs wider, you felt a trickle of your wetness flowed down your perineum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you suddenly realised how close to the edge you were.

You let go and your body twitched and jerked as an endless orgasm wrecked through your body and blew your mind. Time froze and then fractured. As it subsided, you slowly came back to earth. Your world spun out of control as your mind was shouldered by the post orgasmic bliss and the anesthetic gas. You took one final satisfied breath and let yourself sink into the well of darkness…

"She's ready..." was the last you heard.

After a couple minutes of forced breathing, it’s time to intubate. The anesthesiologist removes the mask and picks up the blade. She opens it and turns the light on.

She holds the blade in her left hand. With her right hand on the crown of your head, she tilts your head back as far as she can to open your airway as much as possible.

Her right hand moves to your lower jaw and opens it as she leans over you to get the best view. She lines up the blade as she holds your slack jaw open with her thumb.

She leans over you, her face mere inches from yours, her breasts brushing against your forehead. She inserts the blade, suppressing your tongue and illuminating your throat, as her left hand descends onto hour face.

Her hand is fully resting on your face as she holds your jaw open. The nurse places the breathing tube into her right hand, and she promptly slides it into your mouth, down your throat, and between your vocal chords.

After being satisfied that the tube is in position, she removes the blade turns around, and places it on the cart behind her.

She picks up an empty syringe and turns back to you. She fills it with air, attaches it to the hose in the tube, and inflates the cuff, securing a perfect seal.

Then she attaches the breathing tube to the anesthesia machine’s corrugated gas tubes.

After the line is firmly connected, she puts on her stethoscope. She leans over you, the crown of your head in her tummy, and listens to your chest.

Satisfied that the air and gas is filling your lungs and the seal is tight, she tapes the tube to your face so it doesn’t move during the procedure.

After a couple minutes of forced breathing, it’s time to intubate. The anesthesiologist removes the mask and picks up the blade. She opens it and turns the light on.

She holds the blade in her left hand. With her right hand on the crown of your head, she tilts your head back as far as she can to open your airway as much as possible.

Her right hand moves to your lower jaw and opens it as she leans over you to get the best view. She lines up the blade as she holds your slack jaw open with her thumb.

She leans over you, her face mere inches from yours, her breasts brushing against your forehead. She inserts the blade, suppressing your tongue and illuminating your throat, as her left hand descends onto hour face.

Her hand is fully resting on your face as she holds your jaw open. The nurse places the breathing tube into her right hand, and she promptly slides it into your mouth, down your throat, and between your vocal chords.

After being satisfied that the tube is in position, she removes the blade turns around, and places it on the cart behind her.

She picks up an empty syringe and turns back to you. She fills it with air, attaches it to the hose in the tube, and inflates the cuff, securing a perfect seal.

Then she attaches the breathing tube to the anesthesia machine’s corrugated gas tubes.

After the line is firmly connected, she puts on her stethoscope. She leans over you, the crown of your head in her tummy, and listens to your chest.

Satisfied that the air and gas is filling your lungs and the seal is tight, she tapes the tube to your face so it doesn’t move during the procedure.

After a couple minutes of forced breathing, it’s time to intubate. The anesthesiologist removes the mask and picks up the blade. She opens it and turns the light on.

She holds the blade in her left hand. With her right hand on the crown of your head, she tilts your head back as far as she can to open your airway as much as possible.

Her right hand moves to your lower jaw and opens it as she leans over you to get the best view. She lines up the blade as she holds your slack jaw open with her thumb.

She leans over you, her face mere inches from yours, her breasts brushing against your forehead. She inserts the blade, suppressing your tongue and illuminating your throat, as her left hand descends onto hour face.

Her hand is fully resting on your face as she holds your jaw open. The nurse places the breathing tube into her right hand, and she promptly slides it into your mouth, down your throat, and between your vocal chords.

After being satisfied that the tube is in position, she removes the blade turns around, and places it on the cart behind her.

She picks up an empty syringe and turns back to you. She fills it with air, attaches it to the hose in the tube, and inflates the cuff, securing a perfect seal.

Then she attaches the breathing tube to the anesthesia machine’s corrugated gas tubes.

After the line is firmly connected, she puts on her stethoscope. She leans over you, the crown of your head in her tummy, and listens to your chest.

Satisfied that the air and gas is filling your lungs and the seal is tight, she tapes the tube to your face so it doesn’t move during the procedure.