10 year later and things have only gotten worse for Tanya

It had been three months since Tanya had woken up in a hospital bed. Sick and miserable, but not dead.

It’d been her second serious attempt. And she'd failed again. She was still living the same hell. Only now, no matter how much her body begged for it, nobody would fuck her. At first, the nurses had even restricted her from undressing herself and using hair removal cream. Only after many **** pleas and heated discussions with the nurses did they understand that Tanya didn't have any choice over it. She just hád to be a slut. She hád to.

Even now, they didn't understand her. They couldn't possibly understand her curse. They thought her mentally ill and had locked her up in the psychiatric hospital she was in now. It didn't take long for them to put her on solitary confinement after seeing how the other patients were affected by her attitude.

For the past 10 years, Tanya had thought of the way her body acted as her curse. Something supernatural like a demon or ghost possessing her body.

But now, her doctor had come up with another explanation. One that seemed a lot more logical.

'But if there isn't a cure for me. How can knowing I have OCD help me, doctor?'

Tanya kept her hands slide over her widespread thighs. Not once had the doctor looked down under her skirt. She admired him for that.

'Well, for starters, there are all kinds of medicine able to help you, Tanya. And most importantly, now that we've indentified your disability, we can help you better through therapy sessions like these.'

Tanya looked down at her open legs. Her skirt was short and as always, she was wearing nothing underneath. Sure her doctor must've seen it.

Panick rushed up again. She wanted to run away. Lock herself in her isolation room. And of course, at the same time, she couldn't get the image of fucking the doctor out of her head. His thick cock, pounding her, filling her with jizz. Then sucking him hard again. She'd been well known for her blowing abilities.

‘Tanya, did you hear my question?’

Tanya blinked her eyes and looked up at dr Jenkins, who was holding out the box of tissues at her. Tanya quickly dried her cheeks. Was he making a move on her? Tanya couldn’t help but thrust her beasts up a little further, giving him a good view of her deep cleavage. Then the tears came again. This humiliation was absolute ****.

‘W-what is wrong with me, doctor?’