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Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Sanitarium - 2
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Sanitarium - 2 (FFM, preg, sci-fi)
By Sakka (Sakka66@aol.com)
***
Investigating a private sanitarium, reporter Dan Banner
discovers the facility is staffed with an awesome array
of lusty and busty women; however, getting out of the
sanitarium isn't as easy for Dan as getting in... (based
on "The Clinic", by Homer Vargas)
***
The next time Dan opened his eyes, he was in a hospital
bed looking up at the primly-dressed Claire in a blue
suit, skirt and sandals, and the ever-sexy Jennifer in
her short nurse's uniform. He noted he was now less his
clothes, but he was under a sheet and wearing a hospital
gown, presumably for modesty.
"Good morning, Mr. Banner," Claire said, "and welcome to
the sanitarium section of Hillhaven. Since I believe you
already know Jennifer, I've asked her to take over as
your nurse-therapist."
"Therapist--?" Dan asked. "What the hell--?"
"I know what you're thinking," Claire said,
sympathetically; "you probably don't remember being
formally admitted. But you can rest assured, sir, that
Jennifer will be helping you receive the most intensive
care possible."
"Look, you sick bitch, I don't know who you think you
are..."
"There, there, Mr. Banner," Claire said, restraining him
with her surprisingly strong right hand; "you have a lot
of stress and anger. We see it as our job to neutralize
and wash away those unpleasant thoughts and feelings."
Jennifer, in the meantime, had moved around the other
side of the bed, and Dan felt his resistance suddenly
slump when she lifted off her uniform, revealing her
perfect breasts. He did seem to remember those...
"Are you ready to begin the treatment?" Claire asked
Jennifer.
"Yes, ma'am!" Jennifer giggled, bouncing on her heels--
and making her beautiful boobs dance up and down on her
chest.
"I'll leave Mr. Banner in your care then," Claire said,
backing away.
"Thank you, Claire," Jennifer said, dropping her panties
around her ankles, then starting to stroke her pussy. Dan
could only watch, mesmerized, as Jennifer's fingers
played across her shaven pussy, stirring the juices deep
inside her; he could feel himself getting hard just
watching her, and Jennifer could soon see his boner
tenting up the sheet over his groin.
"Oh, your pee-pee's glad to see me," Jennifer said,
folding back the covers over Dan's cock.
"Now look here..." Dan said, starting to protest. He was
caught short, however--grunting with startled pleasure--
when Jennifer suddenly bent down to grasp and suck on his
penis. She was good-- first cradling the head between her
tongue and lips, then slurping on the shaft--and it
wasn't a minute before Dan felt the cum start to boil in
his balls.
Claire, meanwhile, had settled into a chair on the far
side of the room, but it was clear she was still watching
the action.
"Oh, you like that, don't you, Mr. Banner; I'll bet she's
almost as good as I was last night."
"Wha...?"
"Well, of course, you wouldn't remember, but I fucked you
over, and over and over last night, and it didn't take
much to make you hard again--just a little blowjob like
that. Of course, I took the opportunity to plant a post-
hypnotic suggestion while you were high on Loquacin--a
little urge to fuck at least eight or nine times a day."
As if on cue, Jennifer then climbed on top of the bed,
and slipped Dan's aching-hard penis right up her snatch
before he could even protest. Of course--once she started
fucking him, grinding her hips into his groin--it wasn't
like he actually minded...
"Eight or nine times...?" Dan said--glancing back and
forth between Claire, and Jennifer's lovely bouncing
tits; "you're insane!"
"Oh, you'd be surprised what a man can do," Claire said,
"with the proper motivation."
Before Dan could answer, though, Jennifer lowered her
breasts until they were nearly smacking him right in the
face. Reaching up with his hands, then, Dan grabbed them
and promptly starting sucking each of her nipples in
turn.
"Oh, suck my titties...!" Jennifer moaned, slamming her
hips down hard around his cock; "you're making me
cum...!"
You and me both, Dan thought, suddenly feeling the
pressure build up in the base of his dick; a moment later
he was squirting--sending gush after gush of his seed
pumping into Jennifer's belly--and her simultaneous
climax just made it so much better, causing her pussy to
clutch and squeeze and milk him.
That Claire had slipped out of the room, in the meantime,
was just the first of many things to slip his mind that
day...
* * *
Sometime later--it could have been an hour, or a day, or
a week--
Dan woke up in the same bed, with another nurse looking
down at him. This time it was Sally--the same redhead
he'd seen earlier, and nearly forgotten--and it bothered
Dan vaguely that he got a stiffy as soon as he saw her
boobs stretching the cotton fabric of her uniform.
What in the world was with these women? How could they
all be so beautiful...?
"I don't know if you remember me, Mr. Banner..."
"Um...Sally, isn't it?"
"That's right," Sally said, evidently happy he remembered
her. "I've got a little treat for you. Since you're
showing so much improvement, I'm going to take you out
for a picnic on the grounds."
Addled as he was--by sleep, sex, or drugs, he wasn't
sure--Dan did sense an opportunity for escape, at least
in theory. Putting on his clothes in private, he tried to
remember why he was there...something about a paper...but
it all got fuzzy again when Sally returned with a picnic
basket. Her ass wiggled delightfully when she walked, and
it was hard to keep from staring at her beautiful tits;
she didn't seem to mind, though, and took his hand to
guide him out of the room.
Idly, Dan wondered if sandals with five-inch spike heels
were practical for a picnic, but Sally didn't seem to
have any problem gliding across the grass beyond the
veranda at the back of the building. Soon, she found them
a shady spot underneath a tree, and spread out a blanket
tucked inside the basket.
"I do feel hungry," Dan admitted, sitting down opposite
Sally. Indeed, he wolfed down a sandwich, suggesting his
recent activities must have been using a lot of energy.
"Oh, that's good," Dan said, after rapidly consuming
another sandwich, several tins of pate and a bottle of
wine. "Now I feel sleepy."
"Too sleepy to fuck?" Sally asked, innocently popping
open the buttons over her breasts.
"Damn," Dan said, suddenly transfixed by Sally's silver-
dollar sized areolae.
"Look, I know a trick," Sally said, quickly peeling off
her uniform, then starting to knead and pull at her
nipples. Soon she was starting to lactate--making little
drops at first, then pulsing jets of milk--and Dan could
feel the now-familiar swelling of his boner.
"I like that trick," Dan said, crawling over next to her,
then popping her puffy left nipple into his mouth. Sally
gasped, still squirting milk from her right tit even as
she fed Dan milk from her left; but Dan wasn't about to
drain her titties unequitably; after several seconds
sucking on one tit, he switched to the other, and Sally
held him tenderly all the while, like a nurturing mother.
"I want you," Dan said finally, rolling Sally over on her
side, and pulling off her panties; "but I'm so hard, I'm
afraid I'll split you in half."
"There's worse ways to go," Sally giggled.
For his part, Dan knew his boner was no laughing matter;
nearly eight inches long now, bright red and hard as a
rock, it was drooling with hunger for Sally and Dan knew
there was just one way to sate it. Abruptly, he guided
the helmet into the folds of her labia, then drove the
shaft home with a single, plunging thrust.
"Ohhh--!"
"I told you I was hard," Dan said, savoring Sally's
sticky-wet tightness all around his cock.
"Your cock likes my pussy," Sally replied, wrapping her
legs around Dan's back; "fuck me!"
Dan obliged--with slow, steady thrusts at first, then
stabbing, punching penetrations. Sally gasped--her cunt
muscles fighting to grab at Dan's cock--but Dan could
only think about fucking her, seeding her, filling her
womb with his sperm...
"You must have had a baby," Dan guessed, sucking again at
Sally's leaking boobs.
"Uh-huh."
"But you look so young--was it planned?"
"Why, do you want to give me another one?"
Dan just answered with a flurry of fucking--slapping her
ass with his balls, and slamming his cock in faster and
deeper. Soon he could feel the sperm boiling in his
balls, but he rode her for several minutes longer before
his climax finally broke, and he pushed in deep to fire
his seed directly into her womb.
"COULD I give you another one?" Dan asked afterward,
still up to his balls inside her.
"I don't have protection," Sally replied; "but I'd be
honored to have your baby, Dan."
"Honored? But you hardly know me..."
But Sally just looked back at him tenderly.
"I know enough," she said. "Now here, suck on my tits and
get your strength back."
"So we can fuck some more?"
"Of course."
* * *
This time, when the day was done, Dan found himself
remembering much more of the day gone by than he had yet-
-more about fucking Sally repeatedly, again and again and
again, and finally lying spent behind her, with one hand
cradling her closest tit.
"Why can't I leave?" Dan asked, rhetorically; "there's no
fence in sight, and no guards."
"Do you really want to leave me?" Sally asked.
"No," Dan admitted, "but that's just the point--why do I
need you so badly? You, or Jessica, or...Claire? It's not
like I've never been laid before. For God's sake, why are
you so irresistible? And what do you want from me...?"
"So many questions," Sally said, rolling over into his
arms; "here, why don't you play with my tits?"
"I do like your tits..." Dan conceded, reaching down to
cup and squeeze them.
"Of course you do," Sally said, guiding his lips down to
her nipples; "now suck them, and take a nice, long
nap..."
* * *
It wasn't till later that Dan realized why his memory of
the days was returning; quite obviously, someone was
cutting back his daily doses of Loquacin, administered in
the morning by Jennifer with a subcutaneous injector. He
was still too weak from non-stop fucking to do much about
it, but it heartened him to think there might be somebody
on the staff secretly looking out for him.
In fact, Dan was worried about the very fact that his
memory was returning, since he was starting to see things
he doubted he was supposed to remember. One day, for
example--while returning from a picnic fuck with Sally--
Dan caught a glimpse of Claire pass right through the
closed black door toward the back of the building; one
moment she was there, then the next she was gone. And
another time--after pumping yet another cum-load into
Jennifer's clenching pussy--he overheard Jennifer and
Sally whispering about the "master controller" while he
was supposedly unconscious.
On the one hand, Dan was glad he was remembering more of
his days; he even suspected--since the sanitarium had no
proper guard or fences--that he might be able to make a
break for freedom if he started out in the morning,
before Jennifer's cunt wore him out. But there was a
story here, and a reporter's instinct told him to stay
and learn as much as he could. If he really did seem to
be in danger, he decided, he would risk an escape.
So it was that Dan spent the coming days trying to act as
receptively fuck-happy as Claire implied he ought to be
under the influence of Loquacin. And it was hardly a
hellish existence, fucking one beautiful girl after
another. It wasn't just Jennifer and Sally either; beside
them, he also fucked a busty nurse named Nancy, the night
"watchman" (a pretty, forty-something lady named Ruth),
and even the cleaning lady, Carmen.
Unlike the others, Carmen wasn't quite as busty or wide
in the hips, but she was more than pretty enough to turn
his head, with curly black hair and sultry looks. More
than once--while he was out of his room--Dan had caught
himself staring at her tight red jumpsuit and sexy black
high-heeled sandals. When she caught him looking back one
afternoon, and winked, he suspected he'd soon be getting
still more action on the side.
And Carmen didn't disappoint him; that night, after
Jennifer finished fucking him for the seventh time and
left--turning out the light--Carmen crept in, closed the
door and turned the light back on. She didn't say
anything at first, but it was obvious what she wanted
when she sauntered over on her high heels and peeled back
Dan's covers. Soon she was sucking his dick back to
stiffness, and seemed to be downright amazed he could
still get it up.
"You're really hard," Carmen said; "I heard this stuff
they give you was powerful, but ay madre..."
"Yeah, it's really something," Dan said, holding her head
as she bent back down to suck him some more. Once she
seemed satisfied with his stiffness, she then
straightened up, slipped out of her jumpsuit and dropped
off her bra and panties. As Dan came to think about,
Carmen was the first girl there at the sanitarium whom
he'd seen wearing panties, but he wasn't about to
complain.
Although she was slim compared to the other girls, she
had nice firm titties and a flat, hard stomach, to say
nothing of trim and muscular legs made seemingly longer
by her high heels. In fact, it was hard to imagine she
could get a body like that from pushing a mop around,
but--at the moment--Dan was thinking more with his dick
than his brain.
At first, Dan maintained the act of drug-induced
passivity-- letting Carmen crawl up on the bed and impale
herself on his cock--but then he realized that a simple
cleaning lady probably wouldn't know much about the
effect Loquacin was supposed to have. So, after feeling
Carmen slip her slippery-wet sleeve around his pole--and
fuck herself for several seconds--he pulled her close to
his chest and rolled over on top of her.
"Oh, fuck--!" Carmen grunted, as Dan started to pump her;
"fuck, that's good!"
"You like that bitch?" Dan asked, slamming her faster and
deeper; "here, have some more..."
"Oh--mi pobre chocha! You're so hard--!"
Dan was secretly pleased with his prowess; evidently,
though there wasn't enough Loquacin in his body to give
him amnesia, there was enough to keep him super-potent.
Thus, he spent several delightful minutes fucking Carmen,
and feeling seven kinds of heaven as her tight little
pussy squeezed and clutched at his cock. With her sandal-
shod feet locked behind his back, and his nuts slapping
her ass, he actively tried to grind her clitoris between
their pubic bone--trying to make her cum--and was
gratified when Carmen began to shudder beneath him.
"Oh, fuckkk...!!!"
"You safe?"
Carmen nodded.
"Good," Dan answered, pressing in deep and squirting his
sperm into the tented depths of Carmen's pussy. Grunting
and straining, he was frankly surprised he had anything
left in his tank, yet he kept squirting for several
seconds, even as Carmen humped him back. When he was
finally done--overcome by sheer physical exhaustion--he
collapsed on top of her, but at least his little
wrigglers were now swimming away inside her.
"Man," Carmen said, "the things I do for my country."
"Excuse me?" Dan said--suddenly noticing the
disappearance of Carmen's accent.
"Well, it's time you knew," Carmen said, brushing the
hair out of Dan's eyes even as his cock remained snug in
her pussy; "I'm the one who's been lowering your daily
dose of Loquacin."
"You?"
"I'm with the government," Carmen said, giving her
startled lover's cock a squeeze with her pussy; "Special
Agent Carmen Sanchez. I've been waiting for you to become
lucid so I can get you out of here."
"Well--get me out of here...!" Dan said, pulling his cock
out of Carmen.
"Not yet," Carmen said, restraining him; "it'll still be
another day before my people are in position to hit this
place. When they're ready, that's when I'll get you out."
Held there--crouching between the powerful thighs of a
woman claiming to be a government agent--Dan's head began
to spin. His reporter's skepticism--bred by long
experience--told him he ought to be wary, especially
about stories that seemed too good to be true.
"Wait a minute," Dan said; "if you're a government agent,
why did you let me fuck you? Why didn't you just tell me
what you were up to? Or better yet, just keep it secret
until you sprung me?"
"Well," Carmen said, pulling Dan back into her arms, "to
answer the latter, I'd rather not have you completely
surprised--and potentially resistant--before I spring
you. As for the former, this whole building is bugged to
monitor conversations--and I'm sure you know about the
video cameras. The only way I could get close to you
without arousing suspicion was... well... to fuck you."
"Okay..." Dan said, "but aren't you concerned about them
listening in on this conversation right now?"
"Nope," Carmen said, startling Dan by wrapping her legs
back around him; "I've got a counter-ECM transmitter
hidden in the heel of one of my sandals. Anyone listening
in would just hear static."
"Okay.." Dan said, deciding not to question such an
improbable statement; "so who are these people? Foreign
agents? Some kind of sex cult...?"
"I can't tell you that," Carmen said, rubbing her groin
against Dan's cock, "but I know one thing; if we don't
start to fuck some more, Claire and the girls are gonna
get suspicious..."
"Carmen, Jesus--I don't think I can...!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Carmen said; "I'm sure
you've got it in you."
Continued in part 3...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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