Part Forty One - The Treatment...

July the 28th 2006 Ross was taken back to his quarters by security. For the short trip, they placed him in a wheelchair, since he was almost dead weight. He was exhausted. Security didn't even cover him, just dropping him into the chair and hand cuffing him to the chair arms. They were pretty sure that he was not going anywhere, nor would he attempt anything. As usual, all of the female staff that was present, had to get a good look as the huge balled slave was wheeled through the facility, back to his quarters. Most wondered what had happened to him, his head lolled back, his legs spread, a complete look of exhaustion on him. It wasn't actually an uncommon sight. There were many days when slaves were taken back to their quarters, or to the prep room, or even the doctor's examination room; and they looked to be in similar condition. Some of the girls had come to name this condition, "cummed out." The exhaustion was expected. Security took Ross to his quarters, released him from the wheelchair and helped him to his small bed. He literally dropped into the bed, one leg still over the side, and was asleep within seconds. Security made a request for food to be brought to him, during the evening, in the event that he woke up. Lorin finished getting dressed about the same time that Rachel dropped off the glove with Ross' sample still warm inside. She delivered it to the doctor's exam room and went back to her duties. She never mentioned the 'extraction' from Ross. Some of the staff referred to this type of extraction as 'critical extraction' since normally the slave is fully restrained and whatever is left in him is literally forcefully pulled out of his balls. This extraction was considered successful, since they had gotten a few drops from him. Most of the time, the extraction wasn't even considered 'orgasmic' since it wasn't all that pleasurable. Sometimes it was painful. Lorin was coming down the main hall of the facility as she saw the doctor escorting Mistress Francesca and Darcy out the front door. Everything seemed cordial, the doctor talking to the Mistress and smiling. Darcy wasn't smiling. She was barefooted with her head hung down; taking tiny steps as if in a lot of pain. She still had the blanket wrapped tightly around her, even though it was warm outside. The Mistress had a worried look on her face. The doctor saw them off, and then turned, seeing Lorin. "Perfect timing, come with me. I'll fill you in on what happened. Did you take Ross off of quarantine?" she asked, smiling at Lorin's disheveled appearance. Her hair, which was normally perfect, was obviously messed up and wet around the edges and her neckline. It appeared that she had been sweating. "Yes, he's off quarantine, but I don't think he'll be up for much. You might say that he is somewhat tired right now. He's sleeping in his quarters," she said, eager to hear what the doctor was going to tell her. "Come on in, you're going to love this one," the doctor told her, a big grin on her face. The doctor and Lorin went into the doctor's private office, where they could talk. "Ok, I want to hear this one. What happened?" Lorin asked, setting back on a couch, getting comfortable. "There's no reason to quarantine Ross. I knew what was wrong with Darcy, the moment she got near me. I could smell it. I could also see it. But I didn't let on with the Mistress. I went ahead and examined both of them, separately. You might say that Darcy just went through a thorough exam and an attitude adjustment. She won't be doing anything sexual for awhile," the doctor said, a wicked grin on her face. "What did you do to her?" Lorin asked, now more than curious. "Get comfortable, you have to hear the entire story," Caren told Lorin. Inside the doctor's private office, the Mistress had poured out the entire story of how Ross and Darcy had met in the arena. She hesitantly explained that Darcy had 'popped' Ross' cock, causing the obvious injury to his shaft base. The doctor asked if it had been an accident and the Mistress glanced at Darcy, seated back in a corner of the room. It was obvious by the Mistress' glance and Darcy's humiliated demeanor, that it had been no accident. "It was no accident. Darcy was trying to 'snap' his cock, rendering him unable to get hard. She knew she could jack him off, even soft, or even use her mouth. It appeared that she didn't do it well enough, since he remained hard. It hurt him, but he got her back," the Mistress said hesitantly. The Mistress went on to say that Ross had amazed the guests when he forcefully penetrated Darcy's virgin bottom. The doctor glanced over at Darcy and could see that she was hiding her face, crying. "He did what?" the doctor asked, a surprised look on her face. She was trying to hide her face from laughing out loud. The Mistress went into great detail, telling the doctor about the entire event. She went on to say that her own private nurse had examined both Ross and Darcy afterwards, thinking that both of them were ok. The Mistress said that Ross was taken back to the facility (she did neglect to mention her own time, in private with Ross) and that Darcy was put up for the night. It was the next morning when Darcy came in complaining of both vaginal and anal pain. It was obvious that Darcy was in a lot of pain, almost unable to walk. Darcy was completely unaware of her own condition, especially after seeing a discharge from her own vagina. She feared a sexually transmitted disease. "So, now you can see why I rushed over here, to unfortunately advise you that your slave could be infected with whatever Darcy has. I am so sorry Caren. I didn't mean for your slave to be injured, or infected," Mistress Francesca pleaded sincerely. She was almost in tears. She was afraid that the doctor would stop all of her 'rental' privileges. She was also worried that Darcy's infection would be something of a serious sexual nature that would shut down the doctor's facility, not to mention her own highly anticipated gatherings at the mansion. "There, there, don't be so upset Francine," the doctor said softly, coming around her desk and comforting the Mistress. She rarely used the name Francine, since the Mistress had gone through her transformation. The Mistress totally broke down crying. "I'm so sorry, I will pay for any damages or any costs that may be incurred," the Mistress said between sobs. She was very scared that Caren would stop all slaves from coming to her estate. Doctor Sherry continued comforting the Mistress, her arm around her shoulder. "No, no, don't you worry. I will examine both of you, just to make sure there is nothing wrong. We'll take care of this. It's not a problem, you'll see," she said, smiling but still comforting the Mistress. "You're so good to me, what would I do without you?" the Mistress sobbed. Dr Sherry just smiled. Doctor Sherry had security come into the office and wait with Darcy, while she took Francine into an exam room. After examining the Mistress thoroughly, the doctor concluded that there was nothing wrong with her and took a 'swab' specimen from her just to make sure. She said that she would notify her as soon as the lab results were back on the cultures. But Caren also assured her older friend that she was positive that her health was in no danger. She then announced that she would need to do a more thorough exam on Darcy. Caren then escorted Francine back to the private waiting room. Dr Sherry had security take Darcy into the exam room. Since Darcy was a slave, Dr Sherry had security fully restrain her onto the exam table. The two security officers quickly stripped Darcy of her only covering, the blanket. She was totally nude underneath. She was resigned to her fate and lay back on the table on her own accord. Security then restrained her ankles to the stirrups and spread her legs wide. Her hands were cuffed to movable arms rails, secured up over her head. She was somewhat comfortable, but opened up, in a very vulnerable position. "Gag her," was the only thing that Caren instructed her security officers. Before Darcy could offer any resistance, one officer placed a ball gag into her mouth while the other forced her head back, securing it to the padded exam table. Trussed up as she was, Darcy was spread wide and unable to move any part of her body, except her fingers and toes. She was obviously scared and watching the doctor closely. "You don't look so tough right now," the doctor said to Darcy, almost in a hiss. The doctor was leaning down close to Darcy's face. "You can leave, I'll buzz you when I'm done," the doctor instructed the two security officers. They immediately left the room, locking the door behind them. Darcy was stretched out on the exam table, restrained hand and foot. Her left leg has been stretched out tightly. Her right leg was restrained loosely, allowing her to move it a little bit, but not enough that she could close her thighs together. With the exception of a few scratches and some dark bruises, Darcy looked as good as she had a few days before, when the doctor first met her. Even in Darcy's humbled and somewhat pained state, the doctor couldn't help but notice Darcy's body. Her darkly tanned skin was still smooth and well oiled. Even stretched out on her back, with her arms pulled up over her head, her breasts were still full and rounded. Her nipples were soft now, probably from the pain she was in. Besides the scratches and bruises, the expression on her face was the only thing that was different in her demeanor from a few days before. She was obviously scared. "So, you like to damage males, inflict a lot of pain on them? Snapping a male's cock only does damage. There's no purpose to it, unless you want to really hurt him. Was that your intent?" the doctor asked Darcy, her face only inches from Darcy's. Darcy's eyes were wide, she shook her head quickly indicating no. The doctor only stared at Darcy, smiling. "This will probably hurt a lot," the doctor said, moving down between Darcy's outstretched legs. The doctor began a visual examination on Darcy. Overall, she was a little bit scratched up, nothing serious but a few good abrasions and cuts to her thighs and her back. The doctor noticed the welts on Darcy's hands and forearms. Looking closely between her thighs, the doctor noticed Darcy's vagina to be raw, irritated and extremely swollen. The vaginal lips were gaping open and a creamy discharge was coming from her swollen and tight entrance. There was an obvious smell coming from her. Wearing latex gloves, the doctor pushed a finger into Darcy's vagina. Darcy immediately jerked hard, her hips rising up from the table. She was trying to scream, but couldn't with the ball gag in place. "I told you it would hurt," the doctor said grinning at the gasping Darcy. She moved her finger around roughly, inside the super sensitive vagina. The only wetness coming from the writhing Darcy was the discharge. The doctor leaned in closer, looking at her vagina. It was obvious to the doctor that Darcy was very sexually active. Even though very swollen, Darcy's vagina had been well used in the past, and it showed. "My, my, you are quite infected, aren't you?" the doctor said, her finger moving roughly inside the almost unconscious slave. She curled her finger upward, against the roof of her vagina, and then quickly pulled her finger out. She looked at the discharge on her gloved finger. She then quickly took a swab and inserted it deep into Darcy. Darcy jumped hard, gasping for air through her nose. Her hips once again rose up, trying to get away from the doctor, but there was no where to go. The doctor used her other hand to force Darcy's lips open, moving the swab around inside of her. Darcy slumped down onto the table, unconscious. "No you don't. You're going to stay awake till I'm through with you," Caren told her, moving around to her head. Using smelling salts, she broke the capsule and waved it under Darcy's nose several times. Immediately Darcy jerked awake, trying to rise up from the table. "Don't pass out on me. You belong to me, right now. I' won't let you sleep through this one," the doctor hissed into Darcy's ear. She immediately moved back down to between Darcy's outstretched and weak thighs. She wasn't resisting now, her legs and arms limp against the restraints. "I don't think you'll like this one either," the doctor said, looking at her captured patient. The doctor took a second swab and roughly pushed it into Darcy's bottom. Darcy winced as the swab disappeared inside of her. It was obvious to the doctor that there was no infection around her entrance. There were obvious small tears where Ross had entered her, but nothing that would indicate an infection. The doctor jerked the swab out and packaged it for the lab analysis. The doctor then slowly placed her middle finger at Darcy's puckered entrance, just long enough to let her know that she was about to enter her. Darcy squinted her eyes shut, tears already flowing down. The doctor pushed hard, her finger meeting slight resistance as it disappeared into Darcy. Darcy squirmed somewhat, but lay still, her eyes tightly clamped shut. The doctor moved the finger around, feeling inside of Darcy's anal tract. After several moments, she pulled her finger out and discarded the glove. "Well, I can tell you that Ross didn't give you anything. You're free of any infection in your bottom. He tore you, but some antibiotic salve will take care of that." Using her other gloved hand, she reached up and spread Darcy's vagina lips apart wide. Darcy immediately jerked, her hips coming up off the table. "I bet that hurts a lot, doesn't it?" the doctor said, her finger buried deep inside Darcy's quivering vagina. Using her thumb, the doctor pressed hard on the obviously swollen clit. Darcy jerked hard, trying to rise up from the table, her breath coming in gasps, her eyes wide with pain. The doctor kept the pressure on the hooded but very swollen area. Darcy continued to writhe and squirm, tears streaming down her face. "Do you know how easy it is to remove a clit?" It's only about 5 stitches and takes maybe 10 minutes. It might take a little longer if I was to numb you up. But I wouldn't want to do that; you're such a tough girl. Just think, you wouldn't have to worry about cumming, ever again." Caren was staring at the raw and irritated tissue between Darcy's gorgeous thighs. She then released the pressure. The doctor moved from between her legs up to her face. She leaned down close to Darcy's face. Staring into Darcy's wide eyes, the doctor slowly reached down between Darcy's legs and roughly hooked her middle finger into the raw vagina. She used her thumb and forefinger and squeezed one unfurled swollen vagina lip. Darcy was on the verge of passing out. "Listen to me," the doctor said softly. "If I ever hear of you intentionally damaging a slave again, I'll buy you. You know I can. I'll buy you then I'll surgically alter you in ways that you can't even think of. I'll surgically remove your nipples and your clit, and then I'll close up that hole so that you'll be lucky if you can even pee without making a mess. Do you understand? Do you understand," she said, squeezing the battered lip harder. "Ummmppphhh, ummmppphhh," Darcy moaned, her eyes barely open against the pain. She was conscious enough to understand and was trying to answer her tormenter. "Ok, we have an understanding," the doctor said, gently moving her finger out of Darcy. The doctor then went to her desk and buzzed security. Within a minute, security arrived while the doctor finished treating Darcy. "Wow, I do believe that you got her attention," Lorin said, a big smile on her face. "I don't think she'll ever do anything like that again," Lorin was almost squirming in her chair, enjoying the punishment that the doctor had described so well. "No, I don't think she will. She can still fight in the arena, but if she ever does anything like that cock snapping again, I will own her. She knows it too," the doctor said. "But what about Ross? What about Darcy and the Mistress? Is it syphilis or gonorrhea? What was wrong with her?" Lorin was now worried. "Nothing. She had a yeast infection, that's all. I knew it by the smell. She didn't know that. Ross never entered her vaginally. She didn't have any infection in her bottom, so I'll check Ross, but I don't think there was anything to spread. And the welts on her arms and hands, well, that was simple. I would have to test her, but I'm positive that she is allergic to Ross' sperm. The welts were an allergic reaction to where his sperm got on her hands and arms. An allergic reaction to sperm is a lot more common than you think," the doctor said laughing. Lorin looked at her wide-eyed. "I can't believe it. Why did you have us quarantine her?" Lorin asked. "I wasn't sure at first, what was wrong with Darcy. But it was obvious as I checked more. There was nothing to spread around. Everyone's safe. Darcy isn't feeling too good but some antibiotics and some creams will have her on her back in no time," the doctor said laughing at her joke. "I do need to check Ross. Think he's up to a visit?" the doctor said, eyeing Lorin. "I don't know, but they did take a lot out of him. Jennifer was unbelievable. You really should move her to 'sperm extraction specialist'. She is very creative and doesn't mind using her body." "Well, in Ross' case, wouldn't you use your body?" the doctor said, grinning at Lorin. "I'm getting there with him, soon," Lorin said, her arousal beginning to rise just thinking about an appointment. The doctor finished her chat with Lorin, picked up a few necessary medical supplies and then made her way to Ross' quarters. She used her keys to open his door and then locked the door behind her with the keys. She stood at the door, watching him sleep. Even sound asleep, his cock was huge and his balls didn't appear to be any less full. They were bloated and engorged, as if they were ready to go again. She pulled the sheet down to the foot of his bed, getting it out of the way. "Ross, wake up sexy, I need to check you out," she said, grinning at the sleeping male slave. She visually examined his cock, seeing it to be dry, with no discharge of any type. She was sure that he had not been infected by Darcy's infection. But she would take care of any possibilities of infection. She knelt down next to the small bed and laid out a clean towel. She placed all of the medical supplies on the towel. "Ross, you have to wake up for me. I need you awake for this," she said as she eyed the thick meaty cock lying on his stomach. She reached down and traced a fingernail down the upturned length of the massive cock. He moaned slightly as his subconscious acknowledged the sexual touch. His cock twitched slightly. "Come on, wake up. I know you're tired but I need you to wake up for just a little while. I promise to be very nice to you," she said, her fingernail flicking the thick foreskin that was covering his cock head. Even asleep his cock head slowly pushed out from under the heavy foreskin. Caren could see that his shaft was slowly thickening. Caren stood up and began unbuttoning the cuffs of her long sleeve blouse. She kicked off her shoes, pushing them out of the way of the bed. "Wake up. I need to examine you. It won't take but a minute, and then I have some medicine for you, just in case. Then I want you to do me a big favor." She was now unbuttoning the front of her blouse, her nipples already pushing through the soft fabric. She could feel the wetness beginning to saturate the cotton thong that was barely covering her, under the short skirt. She stood and watched his cock, as it slowly got wider at the base of his shaft, filling up with blood. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. "I'm so tired," he moaned, his eyes closed. He may have been tired, but his cock appeared to be fully awake. "That's ok, just relax," she said, crawling up onto his body, straddling his hips. She leaned down and softly kissed him on the lips. He responded, kissing back softly. She kissed him several more times, reaching back behind her and feeling the hardness pressed against her bottom. She knew that his cock was almost fully erect. She took a hold of his face with both hands and kissed him harder on the lips. Her mouth lingered on his, as he began to respond more. He was now kissing her back, his lips moving against hers. "Waking up?" she asked him, in between kisses. "Ummm, yes," he moaned as he felt her nipples pressed against his chest. He could feel how erect they were, even through her bra. She planted her mouth on his and kissed him hard, her tongue moving into his mouth. He kissed her back, his tongue waking up as well as his hard cock. He tried to move his hips; to allow his cock to move closer to the tight wetness that he knew was so close to it. She moved slightly, not allowing his cock to get between her legs. Her mouth continued to work on his mouth. By now, having no restraints on, he moved his arms up and locked them around her neck. He was fully awake. "Good. I was worried that you were really out of it. I need to give you a quick check and a little something to help you out," she said between deep long kisses. Her mouth was kissing him softly all around his neck and face. "I'm always good for you," he moaned through closed sleepy eyes. "Good. Will you lay back and keep still while I examine you? It's for your own good," she said, watching him closely. "Sure, why wouldn't I?" he asked, opening his eyes. "Mainly because you're not restrained. You're pretty much free to do whatever you want. I need to examine you and I don't want you to fight me," she said seriously. "I promise not to resist," he said smiling at her. She sat staring into his eyes, as if deciding for herself. She smiled and then quickly leaned down and kissed him again. She rose up and climbed off of him. His cock was rock hard, sticking up long and fat. There was no pre-cum leaking from it. "You look fabulous, is it for me?" he asked, noticing for the first time that all she was wearing was the white cotton thong and a white low cut bra. "Un huh," she said smiling back at him. She knelt down beside the small bed, positioning herself at his hips. "How has my favorite set of balls been doing?" she asked, her hands moving down between his thighs, cradling the huge fleshy orbs. She was softly feeling each ball, checking for any swelling or lumps. "I hear that you've had a pretty rough couple of days. Have I been neglecting you?" she said, her eyes watching closely what her hands were doing. "I wouldn't mind your touch a little more often, but I guess I can't have everything," he said, watching her hands examine him. His cock was still hard, the foreskin rolled down tightly below the flared head. "Some of your staff has been having a lot of fun with me," he said to her. "They sometimes tend to do that, with males that they like. Everything looks and feels to be ok. I was told that you were injured by a female slave, but I'm not seeing anything that looks damaged," she said, turning each ball over in her palm, still probing deep into his sack. "Darcy! I think I might have hurt her more than she hurt me, physically and mentally," he said seriously. "Well, that's why I'm here. I wanted to make sure you are ok and give you something just in case you're wrong," the doctor told him, laying the huge ball sack down softly between his outstretched thighs. "In case I'm wrong. What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm sure you're fine. Let's just say that she won't be having any sex for a while. She has a very severe infection. It doesn't look like you picked it up, though. Don't worry, I'm going to give you something that will help you," Caren told him, studying his eyes. She could see that he was concerned. She leaned over to the towel and picked up a large syringe filled with a thick, yellow colored gel. She pulled back the plunger on the syringe and held it up to the light. It wasn't the needle type of syringe, but like the ones used in feeding a small animal. "Just relax, this might feel a little warm," she said to him. She reached out with her left hand and grasped his cock shaft. Being already hard, she began to gently rub it, pulling the foreskin up over the head, and then back down to his pubic bone. She was wanking him off. He started to sit up. "Do I need to get restraints?" she asked him seriously, but still smiling. "No, I'm sorry," he said, lying back down on the bedding. "Spread your legs apart, and try to relax," she said in a soft voice. He opened his legs wide apart and put his arms folded, back under his head and neck. She was rubbing his cock hard and fast. There was a tiny bit of pre-cum beginning to ooze from the mouth of his cock. She was watching him closely. Seeing the pre-cum, she quickly laid the syringe down on his stomach and grabbed a surgical towel. She stopped rubbing the fleshy cock, just long enough to squeeze hard, from the base, moving upward to the mouth. A large glob of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip, which she quickly removed with the towel. She squeezed his cock upward, several more times, clearing the urethral canal of any fluid. "Hold still, this might be uncomfortable," she said, picking up the syringe. She grasped his cock shaft tightly with her left hand and pulled the foreskin back down hard. She immediately pushed the tip of the syringe into the gaping mouth. Feeling it seat down in him about an inch, she pushed the plunger down slowly, watching as the thick yellow colored gel flooded into his urethra. He jerked slightly, the uncomfortable feeling of the gel pumping up inside him. He could feel his cock swell from the thick glue like substance filling his cock. "Unnhh, unnhh, unnhh, it's hot," he cried out, as he could feel the heat starting to grow deep inside of his shaft. "Just relax. It'll only feel hot for a few moments. It's good for you," she said, watching as she continued to force the thick goo into him. His legs jerked several times, his upper body writhed. She continued to keep her tight grip on his softening cock shaft as the last of the thick medicated gel was pushed into him. As the last globs were pumped into him, she tossed the syringe between his legs and quickly pinched off his cock head, using the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. "Just relax. I need to get this stuff into all of those little nooks and crannies in you," she said, grinning at him. He wasn't smiling as he felt the heat build up inside of his already tender cock. It felt like his cock was on fire, from the inside out. She pinched off his cock, just under the head, holding it tight. She then used her left hand to squeeze the shaft, upward, and then downward, forcing all of the thick gel into his sensitive tissue. She did this for several minutes, watching as Ross settled back down, finally starting to become numb. He was now hard again, only because her hand was slowly milking him. "There, that should take care of any of those pesky little germs or microbes in you," she said laughing. She took the surgical towel in one hand and relaxed her grip on his cock head. Immediately, there was a huge amount of the yellow gel that spurt out of his cock. She caught it in the towel and then wrapped the cloth around his cock. Squeezing his cock up and down, she forced the remaining globs of gel out and onto the towel. She looked several times at the gel, making sure to get it all out. After several minutes, his cock was gooey looking, but 'medically' cleaned up. He was enjoying her exam at this point. "Sit up, I need to give you an injection," she said, picking up another syringe, this one having a needle. She held it to the light and then tapped it several times, to get any air out of the top. She checked his inner arm, slapping it several times to see the vein. She then quickly injected him and placed a small strip of gauze over the injection site. She got up and walked across the room, laying the syringe and the other medical pieces next to the door. "Damn, you always look so good," he said, watching her walk barefooted across the small room. Her body looked almost black with her dark tan and white thong and bra. She bent over and remained bent over while placing the medical things at the door. She looked back at him smiling. "I do have one thing left that I need you to do," she said, still bent over, her gorgeous ass pointed toward him. "Maybe you can help me out, do you suppose?" she asked in a mock innocent tone. "Sure, name it. I'm a slave and I'm here to serve. Do you need served?" he asked smiling. "Yes, I do need served. Are you up to it," she said, standing up and turning to face him. She looked even better from the front. She reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were gorgeous. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out. The bottom front of her thong was coated in a shiny texture from where her lubricating juices were leaking out of her. She was as aroused as she could get, without actually cumming. She knew that it wouldn't take much. "Can you help me," she asked in a little girl's voice. She softly padded over to the small bed and stood beside it, looking down at Ross. Watching his eyes closely, she reached down and moved the tiny thong over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the thong and stood, feet spread wide apart. She wanted him to see her smooth shaven vagina. She was more than aroused. He couldn't help but notice how her vaginal lips were already spread wide apart and moist. Her vagina was engorged, already overheated by her exam on Ross' cock and balls. "Scoot down lower," she instructed him. He moved down, resting his shoulders toward the middle of the bed. She moved up onto the bed and straddled his body, this time, her vagina poised over his face. She was above him, facing down his body, her legs tight as she held herself up off of him. "I don't think this will take very long," she whispered as she lowered her body onto his upturned face. He reached upward and held onto her thighs, pulling her body down onto his face. His mouth immediately attached to her moist vagina, his tongue darting into her. He could hear her moan as his lips began to work on the engorged fleshy lips of her vagina. She was sopping wet. "You are so damn good at that," she moaned as she rested on his face, his mouth working on her. She jerked slightly as his tongue found her clit and began to massage it slowly. She could feel an orgasm already beginning to build between her legs. Even she was surprised at how fast she was about to cum. She glanced down, seeing his fleshy but soft cock, lying on his thigh. She leaned forward and reached out, taking it into her right hand. Holding it gently, she began to jack it up and down, watching as he quickly thickened up. She continued to rub it, but could tell that he was remaining thick, but not hardening. The injection was beginning to take affect on him. "I'm sorry baby, but I don't think I'll be able to finish your cock. But you're doing an excellent job on me. Just go a little faster," she moaned, still watching her hand jerking the fat fleshy cock in her hand. He was only about half hard, incapable of getting fully erect. She could feel him begin to work harder and faster on her clit. She was close to cumming and he could tell. He clamped his lips to the area surrounding her clit and began to suckle her. Hungrily he worked her clit, feeling her thighs tense up on his arms. She was starting to cum. "Ahhhhhhh, Unnnggghhh," she moaned loudly as the first waves of orgasm crashed over her. Her thighs tightened up against his arms, she pushed down hard against his mouth, trying to force her tender clit further into his sucking mouth. As her body shuddered from the pleasure, her right hand grasped his cock hard, squeezing it. Her left hand sought out and found his ball sack, lying softly between his thighs. She plunged her fingertips into the sack, feeling and grasping the huge fleshy orb. She squeezed it hard, making him jump. She squeezed it harder, forcing him to gasp as he sucked harder on her throbbing clit. She was cumming hard, the intensity making her almost pass out. The waves were still crashing over her, her entire body shaking, her hands squeezing and jerking the soft flesh in her fingers till she realized that she was tearing at his soft cock. "Oh… You are so good with your mouth," she said, raising her bottom up, in order to move off of his face. Even as she raised her hips upward, she could feel his mouth following her tender vagina, still hungrily lapping at the sensitive and quivering folds. She had cum so hard that her clit had literally pulled back inside of the hood, now overly sensitive. She relaxed her grip on his cock and ball. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I was sort of caught up in the moment," she said, looking down at him between her thighs. "No, I'm sorry, I don't think I can get hard," he said in an apologetic tone. He was truly sorry that his cock was soft. She could tell that he wanted to please her, but he couldn't. He already had. "Don't be sorry. I wanted your mouth, not your cock. I gave you something that would relax you. There was no way that you would have gotten hard. Your cock and balls are sound asleep, resting for tomorrow," she said almost giggling. Her body was still shaking, her vagina contracting and relaxing from the intense orgasm. "Tomorrow?" he said, an obvious question. "Yes. I gave you a mild tranquilizer, even though I'm sure you didn't need it. I wanted you to sleep deeply, to be ready for tomorrow. You should be almost asleep right now," she said, softly crawling off of him. His eyes were already so heavy that he couldn't keep them open. She stood up beside him, putting her bra and thong back on. He was trying to watch her, but he was almost asleep. She walked across the room, picking up her skirt and blouse. "Tomorrow I'm going to give you over to Nikki. She's an expert with a milking machine. She'll hook you up and just drain those testicles between your legs. You've never been milked till you've been hooked up to a milking machine. You're going to need your rest for that," Caren said to him, watching for his expression. "A milking machine?" he asked, his voice fading as his eyes were closing. His arms were hanging limp beside him, his cock completely flaccid, resting on the huge ball sack. "Most of the males hate the milking machine. Matter of fact, I can't think of one that likes being hooked up to that thing. It'll suck your balls inside out. We've already gotten custom-built teat cups that will fit both your cock and your balls. Because of that, I need you to promise me that you'll behave. If you promise to not resist, and cooperate with Nikki, I'll give you a reward." She stood there, buttoning up her blouse, tucking it back into her skirt. "A reward?" me mumbled, as if in a daze. "Yes, a reward. I'll give you an appointment with any female that you chose. It's your choice. Do you want Rachel? Or perhaps Lorin? Or would you like to spend more time with Jenn? I hear that you and Jenn got along nicely. You can pick any female that you want, for a night. But you can't give Nikki any problems. Is it a deal?" she asked softly. "Anyone that I want?" he said in a mumble, barely audible. "Yes, anyone. You behave yourself and cooperate, you get the reward," she said, watching him. He didn't answer. She walked over to him and checked him. He was totally gone, deep breathing and completely relaxed. She stood there watching him for a moment, then finished dressing. Picking up her medical gear, she unlocked the door and went out. Her body was still trembling as she locked the door from the outside.