Chapter III

Jessica finally got home around 4 in the morning, completely drained. She smiled as she found her husband asleep, since he didn't seem to get much of it as of late; the kids had gone to a birthday party and they were sleeping over, so she took the chance to shower upstairs. Alone.

The hot water showered her face for a long time. She stood still for several minutes, as if in deep meditation. The truth was, she wasn't into any of that. Being alone with her thoughts had become a typical bad thing at that point in her life, and it'd become particularly difficult to let go of her wild past.

She only seemed to be perfectly still. It was the subtle movements being drowned in the streams of hot water that told two versions of the story.

Her thumb rubbed absently against the marked ring finger. She told her husband she lost it at the hospital. But the truth was that Dr. Michael made her remove it, and 'forgot' to give it back.

She clenched her butt-cheeks, as her anus felt sore and swollen. She explained her husband it was hemorrhoids, probably from work stress, and she was taking medication to help it. But the truth was that Dr. Michael had been training her to be addicted to anal stimulation for the past three months and he never made her bleed even once.

A certain spot in her neck ached and itched her, almost to an ethereal level, sometimes it would be a little bruised. Jessica told her husband it was common for someone working at the E.R. to be hit or wounded by a patient for one reason or another – drunkenness, hyped on adrenaline, or just plain crazy. But the truth was that Dr. Michael loved to squeeze her neck, and he'd been exploring the potential of erotic asphyxiation, which turned out to be a major kink for her.

Then there were a dozen more movements, a dozen more sore spots and a dozen more subtle marks. It was so easy to lie to him. It was so easy to belittle herself. The hard part was living with all the guilt and all the shame and regret. It had already been nearly five months since it had all started.

Another late night shift, and Jessica already knew the method to Dr. Michael's depravity. She felt trapped when the 'time' reached the perfect timing, and there was no telling when the 'time' came until it was just then. She thought she was going mental while he was the sane one.

“Fuck... nngh~!” Jessica was moaning in near-agony, being aroused but not nearly enough. There was just something missing; Michael had her pinned to the wall, facing it, plowing deeply in her womb, gripping her hair firmly with a hand, using the other to fiddle her aching clit.

“Really clamping that cock, huh?” It was true. Her wet walls tried to wrap and pull his cock more against her sensitive spots and sure enough, it was.

“Mmmph. Let me get on top,” she complained, bending her eyebrows all pent-up. Michael drew a lopsided-smirk and let her take over. She pushed him down on the hospital bed and got into cowgirl position. She proceeded to ram herself in her pussy with his erect cock, humping him rather forcefully up and down. With further frustration, she took his hands and wrapped them around her neck, which he was always glad to fondle and mildly strangle. “Damn it..!”

“Hmm..? Is something wrong?” he asked innocently, with a slight smirk. He knew. She didn't want to admit it.

“I can't.. cum,” she muttered, her lip shaking, feeling like she'd hit rock-bottom. “Haah.. fuck!” she blurted, biting her lip in frustration, rocking and grinding with his cock deeply inside her.

“Oh?! My cock's not good enough for you anymore, huh?” he jested, chuckling. He reached for his phone and seemed to get it just to check the time or so, making her even more annoyed.

“You bastard... do something, for fuck's sake!,” she moaned, her chest feeling heavy. “This is all your fault,” she added under her breath.

“Relax, I'll take good care of you, as I always do.”

It sounded a bit suspicious, of course, but she went with it as he licked his fingers, reached around and played with her anus, making it wet as he thrust in her.

“Ah-hah!” Jessica suddenly felt sparks going through her, feeling that something extra she clearly needed. “Mmh yeah~” she purred without thinking, grinding Michael's shaft mildly as he thrust it deeply inside back and forth, while his hands pleasured her ass, his fingers getting her loosened anus wet.

A couple minutes went by but still it didn't feel like it was enough for her. She panted in heat, unable to reach a single orgasm – it felt so, so close for a couple seconds... before it faded away. Before she knew it, there was another man in the room, standing at the foot of the bed, climbing onto it and settling behind her.

“H-Huh...?” Another pair of hands replaced Michael's on her ass, while he moved his to her nipples, pinching them rather firmly, making her wince in pain and even more pent-up arousal.

Jessica felt that other man's warmth touching her cold back, with a long phallus pressing against her skin down below. It throbbed anxiously, and it felt somewhat long, though not necessarily big.

“This is what you do when you disappear?” said a familiar voice. It wasn't her husband. She barely moved her head to look over her shoulder. He chuckled slightly, pressing the tip of his cock in her other hole. “A little bird told me you needed to take another shot. You seem to be all nice and clean for the needle,” he jested, taking his sweet time to enjoy teasing her.

“Drew... no, you can't..!”

But she was too tired to resist, too horny and frustrated, being held down by two men full of spunk. Drew's tip pushed in. In a panic, she tried to squeeze and shake him out, but instead her hips ground against Michael's dick. Already halfway in, Drew made her ass feel full, but there were a few more inches to go. Her mind went blank, save for one fleeting thought.

“Who'd have thought his'd be this long?”

There was no resistance, only relief from having both her holes packed so deeply, their balls nearly touching her skin. It took them a little while but they got a good rhythm going, pumping in and out of Jessica at a good speed, and all she could think of was how satisfying it was to be fucked so relentlessly by these two men. All her worries were washed away by sheer lust. Michael and Drew changed positions a couple of times, and in every single one, Jessica couldn't keep track of her orgasms. Her mind was empty, save for that deep craving for more pleasure, and more semen. She took Drew's cock easily in her throat as well while Michael took turns pumping into her ass and pussy.

The room stank with fluids, and she tried her best to keep her voice down. It wasn't difficult with how often she took their cocks in her mouth, one at a time. They laughed briefly when she tried to take both of them in her throat. They slapped her cheeks and forehead with their erect penises, smearing fluids and spit all over her. They played with her tits and packed her holes repeatedly, cumming wherever they wanted or wherever they **** her to ask them to.

And when they were done, they locked her in the room, leaving her with one key. “Be a good girl and take your time cleaning it all up,” Dr. Michael said, taking one last picture of Jessica crumbled on the floor, breathing heavily and more exhausted than she ever thought possible. Semen dribbled from her holes, pooling on the tiles.

Alone with with her thoughts, Jessica breathed slowly, sore all over, motionless. “All things considered...” she thought. In her head she repeated that sentence over and over for a long moment, trying to finish it. Nothing made sense, the humiliation she felt was tremendous, and tears were pouring from her eyes. She was too tired to sob. All she could do was wait for some of her energy to return, some ounce of courage and dignity to pick herself up.

“...that was fun...”

In the end, she smiled.