Best to do as you are told.

Filled with cum to the point that your ass is leaking and you can't stop belching it up, you decide no matter what else you do, a trip to the doc is a good idea, especially considering the size of the cock that was buried within you for so long. Again the slender woman pushes up her glasses before she speaks, this time however, she adopts a much nicer tone. “What the hell did they do to you Candy?” She asks taking your arm and helping you over tot he table.

No sooner are you on the table when the red haired girl that sent you here pokes her head in and says, “Amber, Marcus is outside asking for you. What should I tell him, are you up for another fucking.”

Judging by the look on the doc's face she just figured out that you were lying before, but she turns and says, “Amber will be ready in about twenty minutes.” anyway, which sends the cute redhead away. She then turns back to you and says, “So what the fuck is going on?”

Lying there weak, hurting, and full of cum, you can't seem to come up with anything other than something very similar to the truth. “Okay, I was lying before. I am being hunted by some people and I needed you to give me a disguise.”

“So who did... The head that guy left with was Amber then. Ya after you left all the girls were taking about an elf that got murdered upstairs. Now that I have your story that is pretty obvious.” She gives your cock a little flick, “You know Amber was a girl, if you keep this up they will catch you pretty soon. Hell in about twenty minutes when you go see one of Amber's clients, Marcus that is waiting for you right now. Looks like you are fucked.”

“Can't you do anything to help?” You plead.

“Why the hell would I do that?” She fires back.

Thinking over what options you have, you finally say, “I could pay you.”

This seems to get her thinking. She stares at you for at least a minute before finally saying, “How much?”

“I don't know, how about $50,000.”

This makes her laugh, “I can harvest more than that out of you right now. You will have to do better than that.”

You could offer her the entire payoff, but you can't help but think that just isn't enough. She already took your arm, what more could she take? Would you even survive? Questions flash in your mind but finally you say, “Fine. Do it. Take what you want, and I'll pay you the $50,000 on top of that. You just have to get me out of this place.

Your answer obviously catches her off guard, and you think she is even surprised at her answer when she says, “Fine. I'll do it.” She reaches over to the desk and grabs her injector and again you are stabbed in the arm. Again your mind spins faster and faster till the room goes completely dark.