Beg Haggen to administer it anally

You push yourself up on one hand and twist your waist to look back at Haggen standing behind you with his fat cock in his hand. You know exactly what you want - what you need - and a smile comes over your face as you know you can get it without breaking the letter of the law with the Burning Rose. You reach back and spread your ass open to him. Only the slimmest pretense remains that this is about your health.

"I need it in my ass, Doctor Haggen," you moan. "Please, fuck my tight little asshole full of your medicine."

You feel as if you are in a daze as such vulgar words come out of your mouth. Haggen wanks himself, slapping his cock against his hairy potbelly as he saunters up behind you.

"With pleasure, sister. With pleasure. Now, just relax while I administer the injection..."

He teases the fat head of his cock against your dripping folds, gathering your juices and making you shudder and moan with lust. A single thrust from the portly doctor would claim your chastity and you would not blame him at all. But the doctor sees more inviting places to give you that injection. He strokes his cock and presses it between your cheeks.

"Goddess, it's too big," you moan as you feel the boulder of his hot flesh against your little anus. "Perhaps... ahhhh... perhaps..."

"Shhhhh," says the doctor, leaning over you, "It won't hurt a bit."

His thrust claims your ass, ramming his hard cock into the delicate pucker of your asshole, stretching you wide and filling your back passage with the agony and the pleasure of his fat cock. Your head jerks up and your eyes roll back at the sensation. A moan escapes from deep with your chest.

"It is a powerful injection," agrees Haggen. "Don't worry, my dear, I will be very... hnnnn... gentle."

It does not feel gentle. Perhaps slow and deliberate, but it is as if his thick flesh is splitting yours open and each stroke, though it spanks his bollocks tantalizingly against your quim, fills you with spasms of pain. Haggen ignores your mewling and takes hold of your slender hips. His cock works in and out steadily. Sweat breaks out on your face and you strain to endure what is happening.

And then, as if by magic, the pain begins to recede to a tightness and fullness. His cock is still thrusting into you. He is still grunting and holding you pinned to the crate. His hairy belly and hips are still slapping against your bottom. But the tone has changed completely. The pain fades and fades until that ache, that throb of his cock inside you, becomes pleasurable. You shift your weight so you can touch yourself with your fingers.

"That's it, sweet sister, you love that cock in your ass, don't you?"

"Yesssss," you hiss. "It's... so good..."

He pulls his cock all the way out and spits onto your gaped hole. He shoves his cock back in and you let out a cry of pleasure and pain, your fingers beginning to work at your clit. Haggen is relentless, but he seems surprisingly in tune with your pleasure. He slams his cock into your ass faster and faster until you tighten with your orgasm. Then he slows and feeds his cock in and out, holding you on the edge, prolonging your pleasure.

"Ohhhh yes," you moan. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

"Do you want my seed, sister?"

"Yes!" you cry, thrusting your ass back against him. "Fill me with it. Fill me with your cum!"

His cock and your fingers drive you to an orgasm that crashes through your body in time to meet with Haggen's pleasure. You feel his cock swell, his bollocks tighten to hard eggs, and his fingers grip you like iron. He lets out a ****, hoarse cry of pleasure and explodes into your ass. The heat of his seed pours into you, adding to the fullness of his cock. Your spasms of pleasure contract around his spurting cock and milk him for every hot drop he can drain into your tender hole.

Haggen's thrusts slow. Panting, red-faced, he withdraws his cock from your stretched hole with a soft slurp of liquid. You feel the trickle of his cum out of your ass an over your sensitive folds.

"Now, you may need more treatment. Yes. Yes more. So come back if you feel sick."

He gives you a cloth to wipe yourself clean with and then rather unceremoniously shows you to the door. You stagger out from the lower decks, into the night air. It is late and the silver of the moon is bright on the ocean's surface. A few men on duty glance at you, walking a bit awkwardly after your sound ass-fucking, but they leave you alone.

"Goddess, what did I do?" you wonder as you return to the captain's cabin. You can still feel your connection to the Burning Rose. It is dimmed, perhaps clouded by your thoughts at the moment, but still present within you.

Despite your guilt, the orgasms you experienced have perversely relaxed you. The cool sea breeze through the window of the captain's cabin further lulls you and you know sleep will come easy. But where is Glenda? Why is she out so late? Perhaps you should **** yourself to stay awake and demand an explanation.