Bria wakes up in the nurse's office

The bright florescent bulbs were a stark contrast to the dim, relaxing lights of the of the Garden. Bria **** her eyes open and tried to look around, but her head still spun, as did the world. The bed was comfy at least, but her headache persisted.

Amy sat on a chair, sleeping with her head on Bria's bed. Her adorable snoring was met with unchecked drooling over a portion of the bedside.

"Good evening, miss Foster," A lady spoke from the other side of the room, a voice that resounded an angel's whisper among a choir. Bria turned her head to look at the woman. She was seated in a chair in the far corner by the window. She was noticeably pregnant, holding and rubbing her stomach with gentle care. A warm smile crossed her lips. The light of the room, the evening light of the window behind her, and perhaps mixed with Bria's delerious eyes gave her the aspect of a heavenly glow which glimmered against her toned-blonde hair flowing down like rivers of gold against her shoulders. Her eyes were kind and gentle, and gazed upon Bria solemnly, green as bright as a forest midday light brought a stark contrast to her complexion that elevated the air of divinity surrounding her. She stood up to approach Bria. Her body, skinny, yet her skin was flawless and delicate. She held her arms together in a feminine way as she walked, which were decorated with slim gold bracelets. She wore a modest and flowery, orange dress that flowed with each step, but her feet clicked with the sound of expensive, low heels. When she sat, she did so with pious care and looked into Bria's eyes with a sense of compassion, or quiet excitement.

"Where am I?" Bria slowly came to, and answered her own question when she recognized the machines, the tv, the cabinets of medical supplies, and white walls that held up a window to the city and a wooden door on the other side. She was in the nurse's office. The tv was on but muted. It was recording from a camera in the garden. Within it, Bria saw herself having a good time with Belle while Amy sat on her face with Lily keeping her pinned down.

Bria could feel her own body was incredibly sore. "Drink," the lady holds up a bottle for Bria and she sips it. Then, sensing Bria's need for more, drank the rest in several huge gulps before tossing the empty container aside and coughing with life, stirring Amy from slumber. Suddenly, Bria's mind becomes clearer and her mind sharpened.

"Oh thank, God! You are awake!" Amy cheered, her voice piercing Bria's ears.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Bria asks.

"Oh, thank heavens," Amy grasped Bria by her hand. "You passed out in the garden. That was...what? Eight hours ago."

"Eight hours?" Bria's eyes widened, and then lowered in weariness. In her mind, a reminder of the stone walls and ravishing young women in nude tossed between several futas flashed before her, and with it, a slight tingle waking something between her legs. "Right...but I don't remember what happened..."

"You will have to forgive Lily for putting you through such a trial," The lady lofted Bria's hand and massaged her bruised wrists. Her touch was like silk, and Bria felt the initial soreness sooth away into gentle presses, and with it, the signs of wear were gone, as if by magic. "She is...quite fond of strength, her own especially."

Bria pulled her hand away, sensing quickly the pain return to her arms as she tries to sit up.

"My role here is done," the lady said. "Our esteemed mistress would like a word with you." The lady stands up and walks away. Bria quickly noticed a certain something that was coming up between her legs, before she swung around and hid it away. When she walked out, the sun seemed to have finally set.

Amy sat moved to sit beside Bria. "That was Celeste, one of the priestesses of the order."

"Priestess?" Bria looked bacl at the door, but the lady was gone. "Order? Of what exactly?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Belle was one of them too," Amy looked down at Bria's cock. "But it has a lot to do with this." Amy stood up and sat down behind Bria's growing cock, which quickly sprang up with life...and pain.

Bria responded with a whimper. "As amazing of a wake up call this would be, I think I do need a moment to recover."

"No fun..." Amy pouted, but she quickly turned a smile. "But it's ok. I have to check on Candace today, tell her I picked something," Amy rubs her lower stomach. "She might be jealous..."

Bria smiles with a seductive lure. "She might be jealous if I told her you will do it again."

Amy bit her, but against her desires, she stood up. Bria, with what little energy she could muster, sat up and gave a slap against Amy's cute butt. Her voice peeped. "That's what you get you little cock tease."

"Thanking you for your punishment," she turns and bows to Bria. "Master," her sparkly eyes still gleemed with playful innocence.

Amy walks out, and the only noise that permitted itself to be with her is the low volume monitor of Bria's event and the muted echo of a car horn from the streets below. The footage turns to the moment she was with Amy. Bria touched herself as several of her past-self loads of cum filled her new pleasure servant and the delight of life that sprang from her wanton desires. 'This was only the beginning,' Bria thought, knowing well what the future might hold for her...