Get your three a day

The police car pulled up outside the emergency department, its tires crunching over gravel as Jill stepped out into the cold night air. The silver emergency blanket around her waist rustled with every movement, the rough fabric of the fisherman’s coat brushing against her bare skin. Her nipples were already stiff from the chill or perhaps from something else entirely. The moment the coarse material grazed them, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body betraying her with an involuntary shiver of pleasure.

God, what is happening to me?

The two female officers had left to retrieve her clothes, leaving her alone in the sterile, fluorescent lit reception. The waiting area was nearly empty, just a few weary souls scattered about, lost in their own pain or exhaustion. Jill tried to focus, to piece together the fragments of her memory.

The last thing she remembered was the end of her shift, the quiet hum of the station fading as she stepped into the carpark. Then nothing. Just darkness, and the vague echo of voices murmuring above her before unconsciousness swallowed her whole.

Now, her body burned with an unfamiliar hunger, a relentless ache that pulsed between her thighs. Her skin was hypersensitive, every brush of fabric sending sparks of sensation through her. She shifted in her seat, the coat falling open slightly, revealing the curve of one full breast. She made no move to cover herself.

A man sat across from her late forties, dressed in workman’s clothes, a bloody rag wrapped around his right hand. His eyes flickered up, drawn by the movement, and then widened as he caught sight of her exposed flesh.

Jill smirked, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. His breath hitched, his gaze locked onto her.

Good. Let him look.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I hope that’s not your wanking hand."

The man’s face flushed crimson, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Jill felt a thrill of power until a sharp voice cut through the haze.

"Jill Smith?"

She jerked upright, blinking as if waking from a dream. A young nurse stood by the reception desk, clipboard in hand.

"Yes, that’s me," Jill blurted, hastily standing. The coat slipped further, but she didn’t care. The nurse’s eyes flicked down, then back up with practiced professionalism, ushering her toward an examination cubicle.

Jill entered and pulled on a surgical gown trying to control her breathing. she was followed by a female doctor her expression was stern, arms crossed as she regarded Jill.

"Right, dearie," she said, her tone clipped. "I don’t take too kindly to my colleagues being sexually harassed. Are you going to tell me why you’re here, or do I need to call the police?"

Jill let out a breathless laugh. "Too late. I am the police."

She recounted the events the ****, the escape, the stranger in the pub, the unbearable need clawing at her. The doctor’s demeanour shifted instantly. Orders were given, tests were run.

Blood samples. Scans. A pelvic exam that made Jill bite her lip hard enough to draw blood, her hips twitching against the stirrups as the doctor’s gloved fingers probed deeper.

"Christ," Jill hissed, her knuckles white where they gripped the table.

The doctor withdrew, stripping off her gloves with a snap. "I’ll send someone in shortly."

Jill was left alone, trembling, her body still humming with unsatisfied desire.

Then salvation.

A nurse stepped in, her name badge reading Megan, her accent warm and American.

"Listen, honey," Megan said, pulling the curtain shut behind her. "I’ve seen this before. You’ve got an implant deep, near your cervix. It’s messing with your hormones, making you… well, let’s just say you’re not gonna be picky for a while."

Jill’s stomach dropped. "Who would?"

"Traffickers," Megan said grimly. "It’s designed for women in the trade. Makes them compliant. Needy. The only relief is"

"Cum," Jill finished, her face burning.

Megan nodded. "Yep. Orally, vaginally doesn’t matter. Your body will absorb it, and the craving will ease. For a little while, at least."

Jill groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "How long and what happened to the other woman?"

"Months, maybe. Until then, you’ll be insatiable. But there’s an upside." Megan grinned. "Your body will adapt. Your breasts might get fuller. Your muscles down there will tighten. And when this is over?" She leaned in conspiratorially. "The orgasm you’ll have will be legendary, the other woman had a lot in one go, I think its called a gang bang and that seemed to work"

(Ed Note for more on this see https://chyoa.com/chapter/Local-horny-MILF%27s-want-your-cock.1684469)

Jill swallowed hard. "And if I don’t… indulge?"

"The cravings will get worse. You’ll lose control." Megan’s expression softened. "Look, I know this is a lot. But I might have a temporary solution."

Before Jill could ask, the curtain was yanked open and a young, Chinese doctor was shoved inside.

"Dr. Chung," Megan announced cheerfully, "this is Jill. She’s got a very specific condition. And you, Doctor, are just the man to treat it."

Dr. Chung blinked. "I what?"

Jill’s body moved before her mind could catch up. The hospital gown hit the floor.

The Treatment

Dr. Chung’s protests died in his throat as Jill dropped to her knees, her fingers making quick work of his belt. His cock was half hard already, twitching as her hot breath ghosted over it.

"Nurse...I...this is highly"

"Hippocratic oath, Doctor," Megan purred, stepping back. "First, do no harm. And right now? This is the only treatment that won’t hurt her."

Then her mouth was on him, swallowing him down with practiced ease. He gasped, his hands tangling in her blonde hair as she worked him to full hardness.

"Oh god"

Jill didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She needed this. Needed him.

In one smooth motion, she lifted him surprising even herself with her strength and tossed him onto the bed. His lab coat flared open as she climbed over him, her wetness already coating his length as she sank down in one fluid motion.

"Fuck!" Dr. Chung’s back arched, his hands gripping her hips.

Jill rolled hers, grinding against him, chasing the relief she so desperately needed. His cock wasn’t the biggest she’d had, but it was perfect, filling her just right, hitting all the right spots as she rode him with abandon.

Megan watched, her lips parted, before clearing her throat. "I’ll, uh… give you two some privacy."

The moment the curtain closed, Jill increased her pace, her nails digging into Dr. Chung’s chest as he groaned beneath her. His hands found her breasts, kneading, pinching her nipples until she cried out

But no climax came.

The pleasure built and built, teetering on the edge but never tipping over. Jill snarled in frustration, slamming down harder, chasing that elusive release.

Dr. Chung’s breath hitched. "I’m,I’m gonna"

"Inside," Jill panted. "Do it."

With a strangled moan, he came, his hips jerking as he spilled into her. The warmth spread through her, and for the first time since this nightmare began

Peace.

The relentless craving dulled, her mind clearing just enough to think. She collapsed forward, breathing hard, before reluctantly pulling away. A trickle of cum escaped her, and without thinking, she leaned down, lapping it up with her tongue.

Not a drop wasted.

Dr. Chung stared, dazed, as she handed him his trousers.

"Thanks, Doc," Jill murmured, pulling her gown back on.

Megan returned moments later, a small, unmarked tub in her hands. "For later," she said, pressing it into Jill’s palm. "Just in case."

Jill didn’t ask what it was. She didn’t need to.

The two officers arrived with her clothes, and she dressed quickly, her bra noticeably tighter around her swollen breasts.

As she left the hospital, she caught Dr. Chung’s eye one last time.

He was still grinning.

And for the first time in hours so was she.

Exhaustion hit her like a truck the moment she stepped through her front door. Jill barely made it to the bed before collapsing, sleep dragging her under.

But even in the darkness, one thought lingered.

This isn’t over.

And the next time the hunger came

She’d be ready.