The Asylum

DISCLAIMER: This chapter and those that follow are loosely based on this porn comic: https://allporncomic.com/porncomic/cheerleader-camp-facefuck-massacre-disarten/1-cheerleader-camp-facefuck-massacre/

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"Is this place for real?" you mutter to yourself, about 75% sure that you're having some kind of intense dream or hallucination. "I mean, blowjobs from anyone I want? I'd have to be insane to believe that...."

Almost as if responding to your doubts, the world goes black in an instant. You reawaken and find yourself in the back of some kind of truck with two double doors in front of you. You're standing, but strapped to some kind of board where your feet are free, but your hands are cuffed to its sides down by your waist. You are wearing a set of blue scrubs and see shelves covered in pill bottles and first aid supplies as your vision adjusts to the light.

"An ambulance? What the fuck?" you softly groan, shaken by the rough transition. The vehicle is moving, and headed to who knows where, as you hear two voices in mid-conversation.

"It just feels good to get out of that place for a day, you know! It can be a lot to take!" A female voice - light and bubbly - maybe a nurse?

"Mmm hmm, yeah. Who we moving?" came the gruff reply, male, and a little more muffled. That must be the driver, you think.

"An easy one," the woman replied. "Just a delusional sex freak. Obsessed with handjobs or blowjobs or something? I didn't really read the file very well, but he seems harmless!" So you were a patient, and that was your nurse - who also wasn't very good at her job.

"I think his name is Frank, I don't work on that unit much since I'd probably drive them extra crazy!" She laughs at her humblebrag as you consider that she just called you Frank. Were you in someone else's body? It still felt like yours. You look down at yourself and realize you are a bit more muscular. Flexing your hands, you take note of the restraints and realize that they're not regular handcuffs, but the fuzzy kind you might use for kinky sexplay. They're also incredibly loose around your wrists like bracelets, making slipping in and out of them fairly easy.

"What do you think, Frank? Could you handle me on your unit?" the woman purrs, hand on your shoulder, moving around until she's standing in front of you. "They said I wouldn't be good for your recovery..."

And its immediately obvious why. Her outfit looks less like a uniform and more like a Halloween costume, her displaying a "call to HR" amount of her legs and cleavage. She has jet black hair, cut into an asymmetric bob. A short, pleated, white skirt that stops at her mid-thigh is paired with tight white top whose buttons stop just underneath her incredibly perky, full tits. You were never great at estimating sizes, but they were for sure the biggest you'd ever seen, and threatening to break free any moment. While staring down into her cleavage trying to keep your drool in your mouth, you briefly look away and spot a name tag that says "Ashley".

"You couldn't handle my unit," you say, but in a voice that's unfamiliar to your ear. It's gruff and raspy with the quality of a hard life eased with cigarettes and liquor.

"Don't flatter yourself, Frankie" Ashley teases leaning in close. She turns around, bending over at the waist, and pushing her ass into you. "I would be the best thing that ever happened to you. I know all you nutjobs drool over me." She twists her hips from side to side, grinding her ass into you, escalating just a little further. "Teasing you dummies is what gets me through the days. Knowing you could never have a piece of this..."

You can feel your dick growing, starting to create a larger-than-normal bulge. Ashley turns her head back as her hips continue to gyrate, pushing you backwards. "God, I bet you want it so bad, don't you Frank? Just wanna rip those cuffs off, don't you?"

"You think you should be messing with him like that?" the driver calls from up ahead, eyes still on the road.

"Oh, he's fine. Worst he can do is stare menacingly, right, Frank?"

Abruptly turning around again, Ashley faces you with a devilish grin, reveling in her own bad behavior. She reaches down and grips your crotch, pushing her gambit as far as its ever gone. But that sexy confidence soon melts into a mix of confusion and awe.

"Um, what the fuck is this?" she whispers, gripping your dick through the threadbare fabric of your pants. She's noticed what you've known for the last several minutes: you are packing some serious heat in these scrub pants. It was the clearest sign that you were still in a universe you controlled because this dick was way bigger than you were used to.

Ashley looks up at you for an explanation but finds only a blank expression. She bites her lip in consideration and looks over your shoulder to make sure the driver can't see before pulling your pants down slowly. She loudly gasps as your weighty cock is finally revealed, a robust 10 inches long and as thick as a soda can. Wrapping both hands around it and squeezing, she lets out another "oooh" as it pulses.

"I bet you want to suck it, don't you?" you growl, moving her attention to your face as you slowly pull your right hand free from its cuff.

"What? No! I just...it's just that...I wasn't expecting it to be so BIG..." She tries to maintain eye contact with you, but your mammoth member has her in a hypnotic trance. She edges closer to it, a mistake to be sure, but seems to be unable to help herself.Even though you're technically strapped down, it still feels like the power in the situation has shifted to your advantage. "Is that your thing? You think everyone wants to suck your dick?" she asks, trying to re-take control.

You swiftly pull your right hand loose, reach up to the back of her head and lock onto her hair with a vice grip. "I think that 'cause they always do," you quip before pushing her head down onto your thick unit.

"Waitwaitwait, hold o-MMMPH!" You push past her protests and into her mouth as it stretches to cartoonish proportions, the dark lipstick she's wearing immediately smeared across your cock. You hold back a groan, not wanting to alert the driver to your illicit escapades here in the back. Luckily, the engine covers most of Ashley's gagging. Loosing your other hand from faux captivity, you grab another handful of Ashley's hair and immediately begin fucking her gorgeous face.

You keep your hips still and move her head up and down your shaft with aggressive speed, giving Ashley zero time to warm up. Not that it seems it would help much as she tries her best to keep up with your pace and adjust to the size of your hammer. It matters fuck all to you as you've finally found a warm place for your cock, pounding her indiscriminately as Ashley drools all over herself and you. Every time the ambulance hits a bump in the road, your cock edges a little deeper into her, pounding against the back of her throat with a relentless rhythm.

"Everything OK back there?" you hear the driver ask. "You got a little quiet..."

You know your time is short, but between Ashley's teasing and the tight, warmth of her mouth, you were ready anyway. Pumping her face as hard and fast as you can, you jerk your dick with her tight lips and within seconds, you begin to explode into her mouth. Although she's only managed to get about 1/4 of your dick into her mouth, you continue to pull her down as rope after rope fills her cheeks. Ashley is hard at work trying to swallow, but the volume is too much for her. Perhaps, for anyone, as you continue to cum for a full minute, keeping the buxom nurse locked in place, her resistance weakening over time.

When you finally finish, Ashley is a limp, gurgling mess, falling to the floor and nearly ready to pass out. You step down, pull up your pants and make your way over to the window into the driver's cabin. "I'm all done back here, you wanna go at her, buddy?"

"Holy shit, what the fuck?!" the driver yells, yanking the wheel to the side in surprise. The ambulance jerks to the right as you slide, feeling it careen into some kind of ditch or embankment. Briefly knocked off your feet, you see the driver has been knocked ****. Stepping over the comatose, cum covered Ashley, you kick open the back doors of the ambulance and let your eyes adjust to the sunshine.

There is a sign up ahead with arrows pointed in opposite directions. To the right, "LAKE SPREAD EAGLE CHEERLEADING CAMP". To the left "ST. JUGGS REFORMATORY SCHOOL FOR GIRLS"

You smile wide and take the first step into the future.