Zack wakes up

Zack's head was bleeding profusely as he stepped into the operating theater. His body felt heavy, his vision fading in and out of focus like a broken camera. The brightness of the sanitised interior seemed to cut through the darkness at the borders of his vision, though nothing in the room gleamed like the smile of the surgeon.

"Hey," she said in a very sultry but very unprofessional tone. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Hethrrr?" Zack asked, his voice slurred, his brain having difficulty processing any of what was happening. "Why rrr you a srrrgnnn?" She was dressed formally in a skirt and purple shirt, an unbuttoned white labcoat capping off the outfit. The shirt was unbuttoned too, her bra and immense cleavage visible in the gap.

She smiled. "Ravers' money can buy anything." Her eyes gave him a quick once over, shining as they passed over his crotch. "Oh my, I see the problem. We need to take care of this immediately."

"Hethrrr," Zack groaned in pain as she dropped to her knees. "Sss my heddd." A sea of static filled his vision briefly, clearing on a new perspective. He'd sank back into a chair, his somehow fully erect penis was out, and Heather was holding it next to her face wearing a smutty smirk. It seemed to be scaled accurately, Zack's cock almost covering Heather's face as she waved it in front of her.

"Yes," she purred. "Looks like the problem is your big cock."

Everything was going cold for Zack, like he was slowly materialising inside a pool of icy water, except for where she was grabbing him. Her hands burned as they caressed his manhood, before his entire cock was engulfed in flame as she swallowed his shaft whole. The lights of the room pulsated, stars and spirals fizzing in Zack's periphery.

"Hethrrr, my heddd," Zack drooled. Inside him a part of his consciousness was screaming for help, but it was buried beneath a haze of fuzz and noise. A trickle of liquid down Zack's face told him the bleeding was worsening.

"GLKKK GLKKK GLKKK," was Heather's only reply as she furiously deepthroated his entire shaft. It felt good, maybe. Zack couldn't really tell, it was growing increasingly difficult to tell where any sensation was coming from, his reality seeming to slide over itself. Everything was turning purple and fading away, Heather's whorish expression rapidly becoming his only landmark in a sea of static that filled his vision. She was furiously attacking his dick, gagging as she swallowed it's entire length, stroking his balls with her fingers while she choked with her lips pressed to his crotch.

"Mmm," she smacked her lips, coming up for air. "Your cock tastes so delicious Zacky." Her eyes looked lasciviously up at him before disappearing in the fog. Her lips wrapped round his cock again, sliding rapidly up and down his shaft, before also vanishing. Everything was black, before reality shifted again. Zack could feel the tightness of her pussy, her moans echoing through the intangible mosaic of his perception as she rode him reverse cowgirl. Out of the shadows loomed her fit ass, rippling as it bounced in slow motion on his thick shaft. Zack felt like his head was going to burst suddenly.

"Fuck me Zack!" he heard screamed. "I love your big dick!"

Zack woke with a start, the late morning sun cascading gently over the patch of grass Heather and Gavin had been playing on when last he'd been awake. A bird chirruped in the tree over his head. Waves lapped serenely against the shore. The peaceful surroundings enabled Zack to quickly breathe a deep sigh of relief.

"What a horrible nightmare," he thought to himself. "Or was it a wet dream?" His cock was rock hard, and so he tucked it into the waistband of his boxers as he rose to his feet, looking around for Heather and Gavin.

"Heather?" he called. "Gavin?" He looked out into the dense forest of reeds that made up most of the island, quickly making up his mind to head in and look for them.