Confrontation

Two hours later, Mina's eyes were narrowed to slits as she felt the new man roll her scrub pants down to her mid thighs. The others were easy enough, but her jaw and forearms were now very tired. She'd not spoken a word or played the coquette with any of them. She had just walked up and reached into their pants and got to work. Hardly any of them lasted more than five minutes. The last one, a middle aged man with one eye, let her suck him until he was hard; but had stood up and guided her to a dark corner of the room. Mina's mind was still reeling from the "medicine" when turned her around so that her hands and face were resting on the wall with the man pushing her scrubs down with one hand and stroking himself with the other.

Everything moved in slow motion and in crisp, exact detail. His swollen cockhead pressed against her anal bud and slowly parted it. Mina pushed back against it, feeling every vein and muscle of it slide into her body. She didn't know how much more "prepared" she needed to be now that her ass was able to accept his entire length in one long, slow thrust. Her fingernails dug into the dark blue plaster as his retched breath tickled her neck. A soft sigh exited her body as the sensations rippled through her. She had given herself over to the insane rules of this place. Her body was a mere plaything, a toy, to the forces at work around her.

As this man, yet another stranger, started to slam his cock into her,'Mina found a strange peace. Perhaps if she endeared herself to these men, they would protect her from the inmates and what waited for her on the shipwrecked steamboat. They were all now her lovers, after all. She leaned back against him as his hands slid up her ribcage to cup her heaving breasts. He rolled and pulled on her tender nipples as he slowly, deeply penetrated her ass. Mina's hand moved as if on its own. She looked down, her drugged mind trying to make sense of what her hand was doing as she started to rub her clitoris. She bit her lip as the tips of her fingers started to slide up and down her lips in time with his relentless pistoning of her rectum. She giggled when her hand made tracers in her perception as small hallucinatory sparkles floating away from her on tiny liquid drops shaken loose from by her manipulations.

Suddenly, time seemed to speed up as the drugs started to wear off. She realized that it wasn't a slow, sensual penetration she was feeling, but rather a savage, loud assfucking against the wall in a dark corner, her own hand feverishly stimulating her soaking sex as low, throaty moans were escaping her lips as his cock was filling up her bowels with his seed. He slammed into her and grunted one last time before stumbling backward.

Mina didn't even bother to wipe away his cum. She just pulled her scrub pants back up and started to shakily walk back to the couches. It was then she saw that Lisette had returned at some point, and had probably been watching her for some time. The nurse was blushing badly and holding her clipboard. Mina walked by her without looking her in the eye, retrieved her tank top, and sat down on the couch; letting the last of the drugs loosen her tongue as she lolled her head to one side.

"Enjoy the show? I assume you and the doctor were "observing?" You know, it doesn't even hurt anymore. Its still tight and a bit uncomfortable, but after a while its nice. Besides, my new friends really seem to like it. Tell me, nurse, have you gotten used to it? I assume the "good doctor" has watched all sorts of "therapy sessions" with you as the focus, hasn't he? How many private sessions has he administered with you bent over a table, eh?" Mina said flatly as she pulled her feet up under her and leaned on a pillow. Lisette was breathing heavily, looking down at her clipboard. She started to speak, but Mina held up her hand and cut her off.

"You know what I think, I don't even think you are a nurse, are you? This is a one-man show the doctor is running. You aren't former patients at all. You are his playthings. And now, so am I." Mina slid off the couch and walked up behind her. She leaned close, and said "I think its time to end my therapy, don't you? I don't need to go on rounds with you and jerk or suck them off to keep them docile, or be left in a room with half a dozen to "prepare" me, or whatever other perversions he dreams up." Lisette finally looked up into Mina's tearful eyes. It had finally happened. Mina snapped at her captors.

"All of this is some sick sex cult! Now, I don't know if what I saw was real or if you people have been drugging me this whole time, but I want it over with. I'm ready for whatever you want me to do. Just let me do it and radio for someone to take me away from this nightmare!" she cried out, bringing confused and angry looks from the other patients. Lisette sat her clipboard down, and slowly nodded.

"Alright." she said. "Lets go see the doctor."