I wanna know if Nelson’s ok!

The next 4 hours are a blur. You weakly fade in and out of consciousness as you are transported from place to place, your mind only barely registering the strict procedures and rigorous testing they put you through. You finally regain control of your senses in a hospital bed, a bed that you are currently chained to. Still groggy, you notice a familiar, warm sensation on your dick. You sit up and see the silhouette of what you hope is a woman underneath of your blanket, accompanied by wet gurgling sounds.

“Oh-you’re awake,” you hear. Turning to your left with a start, you notice Dr Bethany and a not-so-familiar doctor standing next to her. She smiles at you and rubs her hand on your chest.

“Bonjour, Daveed,” she coaxes. “I hear all about you from your Dr Bezhany earlier.” You gawk at her without saying a word. Standing in front of you is the most beautiful French woman you have ever seen dressed in a miniskirt and a v cut doctor’s coat. A waterfall of curly black hair flows from a tight knot on the top of her head, coming to a stop at the small of her back. She wrinkles a very large, roman nose at you in a smile before leaning her heaving breasts on your shoulder, apparently basking in your awestruck desire for her. “He seems to like me,” she whispers to Bethany.

“Who-what-what’s going on? Where am I and who is she?” you sputter, pointing at the French Doctor’s breasts. “And who’s under the blanket?”

“This is Dr. Emily Sartre,” Bethany giggles. “The finest ACHS expert in the world. She’s going to be in charge of your physical therapy.”

“And how about Alyssa? And Dr Nelson?” you mumble.

“Both in the ICU right now. It seems some of your precum interacted with Alyssa’s immune system and infected her as well. Both of them are currently stable, but only time will tell if their condition improves or not.”

You pull the blanket up a hair and take a peek underneath. A small, mousey nurse with a tomboy haircut peeks back up at you. Her occupied mouth gurgles out a quiet greeting.

“This is Jackie, she’s one of ou-” You cut her off with a wave of your hand.

“Yeah I don’t really care about her. What’s gonna happen to me doctor?” you plead.

Dr Sartre strokes your chest gently. “Monsieur, zhe answer to zhat we do not know. But Daveed, I am zhe most decorated ACHS doctor in zhe whole world, and if zhere ees’ a cure, I will find eet. I need a sample from you, Daveed,” she purrs, sliding her hand from your chest down to Jackie’s head. A soft moan escapes from your lips as she sets Jackie’s pace at a quick bounce.

“Yes yes, take that you American swine!” Emily sneers. She wraps her fingers on her other hand around your face and pulls you up to her, scowling at you menacingly. A soft whimper escapes your lips and you begin gyrating your hips into Jackie’s soft cheeks. Femdom had never really been your cup of tea, but this contemptuous French Dominatrix had your full attention.

Bethany chuckles at your submission, as though things were going exactly as she had expected. “Isn’t she great David?”

“Uwuah…” is your response. Sartre slaps you across the face hard and grabs you by neck.

“I will treat you zhe same way I treat all my patientz, Daveed, like filzh. You are mine until I say you are no longer mine, do you understand?” Your jaw remains open and she gives you another hard smack. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND, PIG?!”

You nod your head slowly, your eyes wide from a mix of fear and desire. “Up! Up! Silly American!” Sartre barks, pulling Jackie out from under the blanket. Your cock falls out of her mouth with a *_FPOOH* _and dangles between your legs. Taking your cock in her hand, she kisses the base of it gently before tightly clasping your balls in her hands. You cry out, unacustomed to being dominated like this. She leads you out of bed and pushes you down into a chair.

“I’ll have you know Daveed,” she begins, caressing your tip with her long nail. “I’ve never failed to make a man cum.” She pauses at the entrance to your pee hole and gently pokes it with her nail. “Thees ees why they bring me here today. If I can make you cum in ozher ways, you can maybe be considered ‘cured.’”

“Madam Bezhany, if you would?” Sartre gestures politely towards the door.

“If you need anything I’ll be in the next room,” Bethany smiles. “Don’t take it easy on him.” She blows you a kiss before turning to the door.

“Oh and David,” Bethany calls to you. You turn your eyes to her. She grins devilishly before turning the lock with a loud *CLICK*.