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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 17