Friday, 27 November 2015
1 - Jennifer
The first orange dots of sunrise broke through the curtains and scattered across the tidy and spacious double bedroom. Only soft simultaneous snoring and the gentle lapping of the shore could be heard as the two girls slept. Gradually the balls of light expanded their expedition, daring to venture into the darkness. A patch of light grazed the edge of the nearest single bed and slowly crept up the purple sheets.
Jennifer moaned, her slumber weakened by the bright light seeping through her eye lids.
An aggressive wave crashed against a weathered rock and slowly her eyes began to open, her beautiful golden hair falling sideways across her face as she glanced at her clock. She stroked the hair away from her beautiful eyes that were as blue as the ocean that stirred her.
She banged her fist against her pillow when her eyes came into focus. It was yet another hour before she needed to get out of bed, birthday or not Jennifer needed her sleep. Her eyelids closed once more, tightly locked. In the far corner of the bedroom the door handle turned discreetly, and light slowly enveloped the darkness. A large smothering shadow extinguished the light, tiptoeing into the room. A gigantic figure, generous in mass slowly crept into the room to the foot of Jennifer’s bed. It dropped down to it’s knee’s, dipping it’s head under the sheets and sliding up.
Jennifer’s eyes shot open as her bare legs were slowly parted. Her head rocked forward and saw a bulge in the sheets hovering above her waist. She moaned as a tongue took an elongated slide up the length of her wetness. She grasped a short head of hair in her right hand and bucked her hips up towards him.
‘Oh, Jake!’ She gasped quietly as his tongue twirled and twisted inside her.
She glanced consciously to her right to check Olivia was fast asleep. Her eyes closed in relief and pleasure. She crushed her pillow with her free hand and pushed his head down further inside her. His tongue flicked up, down and around her, she stifled her moans of pleasure. Arching her back, the sheets slipped down from her chest exposing her ample bosom to the gentle chill. Her nipples hardened at the touch as her skin surrendered to a swarm of goose pimples. She shivered softly and gripped the sheets at either side of her waist, her legs stretched out, her toes pointing forwards.
Suddenly the pleasure erupted loudly from her as her body shook uncontrollably. Her legs clasped shut short of Jake’s head firmly attached to her below. Her hip bucked forwards towards him, as her legs shook. She bit her lip softly, stroking his head as he slowed down his tongue to a stop. She lay panting softly, his head buried beneath the sheets began to advance up towards her. His hands worked their was up beside her. A bead of sweat trickled between her bosom.
His sandy blonde hair poked out from beneath the sheets and turned upwards, his charming smile stretched upon his young and handsome face. She lay a hand gently upon his cheek and stared into his matching blue eyes. She jolted upwards against the headboard and shifted down towards him, her lips pressing against his. His hand slid round to her back and gently guided her head back down onto the pillow. His stomach pushed between her legs and she parted them in and instant. His lips unlocked from hers and pressed against her neck as his large length entered her. She gasped. Slowly, he rocked his hips up and down, pushing himself further inside her, kissing her neck.
She wrapped her hands around his back, holding him tightly as he gently drove his full nine inches deep inside her. She couldn’t help but moan softly but casting nervous glances to Olivia every time she did.
His hips began to pick up speed, driving his cock deep inside her rhythmically. The little wooden bed began to shake, gently banging against the wall. Her moans started to get a little louder, she grabbed his head and kissed him to suppress herself. His thrusts became so hard that his legs left hers momentarily until his hips slammed against hers, almost withdrawing his full length each time he pulled back every split second. She drove her nails involuntarily into his skin, making him thrust harder. Their tongues danced round each other until she could hold it no more.
‘Oh!’ She gasped breaking lips, ‘I’m coming!’
He thrust deep and hard into her slowly for a few moments more while she climaxed beneath him. She gripped him tightly as she panted into his neck. On his final thrust, he shot his load within and collapsed on top of her, his head falling onto the pillow beside her. They lay for a few moments, chests moving in unison at they caught their breath. She lay and watched him wondering if he was asleep. She glanced behind her and saw a motionless Olivia. She turned back to face him and his eyes were open. He smiled. She pushed forward and kissed him.
He grabbed her by the waist and rolled onto his back, lifting her into air and down over his crotch, facing away from him. She glanced back at him as he shuffled up the bed against the head board, keeping hold of her. She placed her hands on his firm ripped stomach and gently guided his stiffness back inside her. His hands grasped at her cheeks as they bounced slowly up and down. Her legs knelt either side of his waist, springing up and down as she lifted her thighs from her calf’s to ride his length at her own pace.
She revelled in the control, she had always enjoyed being more dominant in previous relationships. Slowly she rocked herself up and down his shaft, keeping herself stable by pressing against his firm abs. She moved her fingers over the gaps between then, just the touch of them drove her wild. It had been a year since his last visit, exactly one year ago.
Jennifer glanced to her left this time and then back. She glanced again quickly not realising the bed was empty. Where was Olivia? Struck with panic she snapped her head back and flooded with anger as she saw her naked bosom smothering his chest and her long brown hair concealing his face.
Quickly she jumped from his body and stepped off the bed. She grabbed a handful of Olivia’s hair and pulled her away from his face, kneeling her on the floor as she stood naked before her.
‘Hey!’ Olivia protested, checking her hair.
‘Get out!’ Jennifer yelled.
‘Jen, come on,’ Jake gestured for her to rejoin him.
‘No Jake, it’s my birthday, it’s not fair.’
‘Oh come on Jen, let me join you.’ Olivia gave her puppy dog eyes.
‘No Olivia, get out,’ Jennifer persisted.
Olivia stood up in a huff and gathered her pyjamas together then slammed the door behind her as she left.
Jennifer hopped back onto the bed and sat back of him, this time facing him. She pushed her hands up his stomach to his matching hill like chest and pushed herself back down, taking him inside her once more. She started to gently rock again, bouncing lightly up and down. She stared at him with his head laid back on pillow, hands clasped on both of her butt cheeks enjoying every second. But the moment seemed to have gone for her and she couldn’t escape a thought that overwhelmed her.
‘Do you think she’s prettier than me?’ Stopping her movement.
‘What?’ Jake replied looking up at her.
‘Do you think Olivia is prettier than I am?’
‘What do you mean?’
Jennifer’s blood began to boil slightly at this obvious evasions.
‘It’s a simple question Jake, do you think Olivia is prettier than me?’
‘No of course not,’ he assured her, ‘I think you’re all beautiful.’
Jennifer stepped off him and sat on the edge of the bed looking away from him. She felt so angry, she missed being romanced properly. She knew Olivia was attractive and she knew that Jake was the only man in the new world. But she still wanted to be seen as the only woman he desired. She felt him sitting up and he moved across the bed to sit behind her, his legs coming down either side of her own and his body pushed up against her bottom and back. She made to get up but his left arm wrapped softly around her stomach and his right hand gently massaged her shoulder as he kissed her up her left shoulder to her neck.
‘I can’t go around saying that I think some girls are more beautiful than others, as upsetting as that might be to you, imagine how someone might feel if they overheard me say that.’
His words, logical or not just didn’t sooth her. She turned her head away from his.
‘Bur Jennifer, look at me,’ he demanded, she turned and their eyes met. ‘I promise you with all my heart, there is nowhere i would rather be and no person i would rather be with, than right here with you now.’
She looked into his eyes and saw sincerity with in and it warmed her heart. She knew she could never be enough for him, this plague that had spread among men had driven them sexually mad. Jake was only half way there before he managed to stop the spread fully to himself, but his sex drive was still unmanageable for one woman. He needed to release between ten to fifteen times a day and even though the plague had affected women’s sex drives too, it was still way to much for her. All she wanted was a bit of romance when the time came along and Olivia had ruined that but at least he had his moment to take her off her feet.
She stepped onto her feet and turned around, lifting her left leg up over his left and her right over his right. Sitting on his lap, facing him she kissed her way up his chest to his face as he gently lowered her back on to his cock. Together they bounced in unison driving him inside her, her hands rested on top of his strong shoulders. His hand cupped beneath her bottom, lifting her up and down him.
His head buried into her bosom, she moaned as he gently bit her nipple. She grasped tightly to his head and rode him faster and faster, using this firmness of his head and neck to lift herself up and down quickly in his lip. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, her bottom always hovering in the air. She bit her lip and stifled a moan and then let herself go, seeing Olivia’s empty bed.
‘Oh! Oh! Yes!’
She felt herself coming closer to another climax and jumped a little as he jolted her into the air. She felt more excited as all the weight left her and she hung in the air lifted only by his hands beneath her butt. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and locked her hands around the back of his head, as he bounced her quickly, her dripping pussy sliding up and down his shaft. Her lips locked onto his, their heaving breathing interchanging.
‘Oh, faster!’ She begged.
He obliged, she felt his muscles, firm and tense begin to harden more as her grabbed her tight and thrust her. He walked her forwards, bouncing her she felt her bottom land on a soft but cold cushion. He gripped the back of her hair with his left hand and the small of her back with his right and he quickly drove himself into her. She spread her legs wide in the air as she balanced on the tall stool. With each thrust he gave the stool felt like it was to fall over or break. Her heart skipped a beat each time it’s legs left the floor. Her bosom began to shake and bounce freely as he shook her entire body.
‘Oh, I’m..I’m..’ She cried.
Jennifer was overwhelmed with sensation as he thrust himself into her, she gripped him hard and came, the sound of her voice echoing around the room. She felt him cum inside her for a second time.
She felt his cock withdraw and a warmth began to cover parts of her as her shot the remnants of his pleasure onto her chest and below. They rested for a few minutes trying to catch their breath. Jennifer closed her eyes as she rested her chin on his muscular shoulder. She awoke from a short nap and stared at her clock until it came into focus, it was now 7am.
‘I need to get ready for school,’ Jennifer whispered in his ear.
‘I wish you didn’t have to go,’ He mumbled.
She tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t.
‘You don’t think I wish I didn’t have to go this stupid school?’ She snorted, ‘I’m thirty six!’
‘So..don’t go then.’ He pleaded.
Jennifer jumped down off the stool and turned her body to show her butt to him.
‘Do you like this ass?’ she asked, looking over her shoulder at him seductively.
‘Oh hell yes.’ He replied, his large cock stiffening.
‘Well so do I,’ she replied walking towards her walk in shower, ‘which is why I don’t want to see it red again.’
She stepped into the shower and closed the door after blowing him a kiss. She turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature to her preference instead of Olivia’s annoyingly cold one. Once it was ready she stepped under and washed the sweat and love away from her body. She felt so exhausted she wished she could sit down. She heard the door open and a body connect with his from behind.
‘What are you doing Jake?’ Jennifer asked, eyes closed shielded from the water pouring onto her face.
‘What does it look like?’ Jake asked, reaching around. Her eyes shot open as his fingers found her button.
An excerpt from Jake's Fantasy Land.
Wednesday, 25 November 2015
Naomi Watts - 46
Janine Lindemulder - 46
Eliza Coupe - 34
2 - Eliza
That morning they were walked to school by the eldest girls of the Heather Graham family, Sarah Chalke and Tara Reid, before they themselves left for school under instructions from Heather. Elizabeth was outraged and insistent she was old enough to walk on her own but her protests were cut short from the fear of a red bottom. Eliza Coupe could still feel the sting of her own. Nicky Whelan, Elizabeth Banks and Eliza were all put into the same year group and Kerry Bishe was on her own in a younger one.
The three girls found their own small section in the crowded grounds of the old school. They looked around at some faces they recognised and some that they didn't. Elizabeth pointed out some of the really A-List celebrities that were around her and giggled.
When the large clock hanging just above the main doors ticked eight o'clock an older looking woman came outside ringing a large bell. She was quite tall, slender and black with long black hair. Elizabeth didn't recognise her either but Nicky leaned in and whispered in her ear that it was 'Jessica Pearson' from Suits, the TV show. Eliza had never seen it and Nicky didn't know her real name.
'Jessica' took a deep breath elevated above them by the steps leading up to the schools doors. A ripple of murmurs erupted among the crowd of girls below. She looked out at them with a frightening glare until they fell silent. Satisfied she gazed down at the clipboard in her hands and read out a list of names.
Eliza's name was called along with Nicky and Elizabeth and a few others she recognised. They were instructed to follow a smaller blonde lady stood just to the side of 'Jessica' that Nicky instantly recognised.
'Oh that's a fellow Aussie lass!' She whispered as they proceeded forward. 'It's Naomi Watts.'
'What's she like?' Eliza whispered quickly before they approached the congregated women at the door in a forming queue.
'I met her once, she's nice.'
Calmly and quietly they shuffled in through the large double doors at the front of the school, in single file they marched down the corridor into a large hall. The hall was quite barren but for a few benches, the rest was just wooden flooring. Naomi veered to the left side of the hall, on each side there were three doors spaced evenly apart, Naomi opened the third and furthest away. The walls next to the doors were mostly large glass windows with blinds on the either side blocking anyone's view.
As they entered the room Naomi instructed they were going to be seated where she told them, by consulting a piece of paper she held in her hand. Directly through the classroom door sat a very large oak desk with a large chair and a blackboard on the wall behind it to the left. To the right spread out evenly were twelve individual much smaller desks with chairs placed behind them positioned in two horizontal rows of six. Elizabeth was positioned at the back of the room to the left, sat directly next to the window. Nikki sat in the desk in front of her, she turned around giving her a nervous look but didn't dare keep it for long and spun back around. To her right was a girl that she didn't know but later would discover to be Anna Kournikova. She glanced around and saw Elizabeth was sat at the other end of the room on the same back row.
When they were all settled down, Naomi began her introductions. She explained what they were going to be studying that year, this would be their regular classroom and the importance of it all. Eliza, never much of a great student, zoned out after a few minutes and started watching the other classes entering the hall through a crack in the closed blinds. Eliza didn't really understand what was going on anymore. She had memories of being a successful actress but they were blurry and vague. She was getting a strong case of de ja vu, like she had done all this schooling before but she couldn't really remember it. She stared out of the window and caught her own reflection looking back and everytime she saw it, it confused her. Why did she look like a girl in her mid thirties but feel like a teenager? Looking around with a puzzled expression she saw everyone else as women in their mid thirties. Deep in thought she started to dream of a time when she was on a tv show, it was backstage and she was stood chatting with her co-stars. Kerry Bishe her new house sister was there along with Sarah, they were laughing at something funny that Zach Braff had said during filming.
Suddenly she snapped out of her trance. Eliza glanced round and saw the rest of the girls in the room lifting their table tops that were hinged at the rear. They started pulling out a textbooks, notepads and stationary from the belly of their desk and placing them on top. Eliza copied them.
'....and if you'll open them to page three, I'd like you to read through the text up until page five and then we will discuss what we have learnt afterwards.'
Eliza looked down at the old Maths textbook and released a loud sigh that caught a few glances from around the room.
'Is there a problem Miss?' Naomi asked walking across the room.
Eliza's first instinct was to say 'no' and do her work but she paused for a moment. There was an air of silence as Naomi took the path down the lane of desks on the far left towards Eliza. She folded her arms while leaning back in her chair defiantly. Staring at the small blonde woman approaching her, she began to question her blind obedience. Why was she doing what this woman said? She wasn't much bigger than her, she didn't look very intimidating at all. She was nothing like Heather at home who Eliza actually feared.
'Erm..yes actually there is,' Eliza replied quietly.
'Well what seems to be there matter?' Naomi asked leaning towards her with her hands on the desk.
'I don't see why I need to do this work.' Elizabeth mumbled looking down.
'What was that young lady? I can't hear you when you mumble.'
Eliza raised her stare directly to meet Naomi's angry face and in the uncomfortable tension, repeated the same words.
Naomi, bent forward at the waist with a stern look on her face, turning a shade of red.
'Now listen here young lady, I have told you the importance of what we are doing here. You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Am I understood?' Naomi asked thrusting her index finger into her personal space.
The room gasped as she extended her middle finger.
'Up you get.' Naomi quickly snapped.
Eliza stayed in her seat.
'Come on, get to your feet, pull down your underwear, lift your skirt and bend over your desk young lady.'
'No!' Eliza yelled. 'You crazy bitch.'
By now the entire class was watching in awe of her courage, Eliza was red in the face. Naomi marched to the far end of the class around to the other side of her desk. For a moment Eliza thought she might have won. She watched as Naomi reached under desk and then sat down in silence.
'Everyone else, get on with your work.' She barked in frustration.
Some of the girls like Anna to her right obeyed her but some, like Nikki decided to wait and see what happened. There was movement outside of the window to her left that caught Elizas eye, she swung her head and saw a woman marching quickly towards their classroom from the other side of the hall.
There was a knock on the door.
'Please come in,' Naomi shouted.
The door opened and a tall woman of intimidating physique entered the room. She had long mucky blonde hair and clad in light denim Jeans a white blouse. Eliza thought she recognised her at first but couldn't place her. She walked with a commanding presence, Eliza held her breath.
'Is everything OK Mrs Watts?' She asked entering the room.
Naomi rose from her seat to stand next to her and she paled in significance. This woman looked like she could snap Naomi with her bare hands and Eliza watched as she timidly approached her.
'No, there's a naughty young lady at the back who refuses to do her work and she won't accept my discipline.' Eliza dreaded every word that she spoke trying to find an argument. 'And then she gave me the finger and called me a bitch.'
'I see,' the stern lady replied through gritted teeth, 'well that didn't take long but I guess sooner is better than later, which one is it.'
'It's the girl on the back row to the right next to the window.' Eliza's heart stopped beating when the giant woman pointed at her. 'Yes, that one.'
Eliza shrunk into a tiny being beneath her desk and the terrifying woman reached her. She felt a strong grip latch on to her bicep, pulling her up to her feet causing, toppling her chair backwards. The grip tightened on her as she was dragged from her area towards the front of the class. Eliza felt no choice but to walk closely behind this scary woman as she passed Nikki's sympathetic stare.
Without so much as a word they left the room and walked across the hall to the room residing directly opposite. She was pushed into the room and jumped as it slammed behind them.
'My name is Mrs Lindemulder,' she began.
Eliza began to shake uncontrollably, her heart was racing, she couldn't remember ever being this terrified before. The teacher pulled out a chair for her and she collapsed in fear. She glanced around the deserted classroom panicking. Eliza tried to adopt a defiant smile but even she wasn't falling for it.
'My job in the school is to collect naughty girls like you and bring you to this room for discipline. When your discipline is over, I'll take your naughty ass back to your classroom if you promise to behave. If you won't make that promise or you misbehave again you will remain in this classroom and I will be your new teacher. But I don't teach Maths, Science and History, I teach obedience. I don't use chalk, I use my hand.'
Eliza listened intently and gulped. Suddenly, she was grabbed her by the ear, she felt a sharp pain. Eliza tried to keep her head close to where she was guided. They rounded the desk and the teacher sat up high on the edge. She reached out and grabbed Eliza by the waist and lifted her up in the air. Eliza felt all the weight leave her as she raised into the air. She landed flat on her stomach across her lap. She hung so high in the air that her legs and arms swung freely she beated her fists against the powerful thighs beneath her and shouted.
'Let me go!'
A swarm of goose pimples covered her thighs as her skirt was lifted up over her back, she shivered as her white cotton panties slid down to her ankles.
Mrs Lindemulder's hand hit her right butt cheek, then her left, then her right and then her left. This continued over and over.
SMACK OW! SMACK OW! SMACK OW! SMACK OW! SMACK OW! SMACK.
She left about a second in between each time her hand slapped against her sore bottom. Every time it landed, it seemed to feel harder and harder.
'STOP IT!' Eliza squirmed. 'STOP IT RIGHT NOW!'
'You're going to learn obedience.'
Mrs Lindemulder was holding her with her left arm tightly wrapped around her waist, gripping her right arm pinning it to Eliza's stomach. She tried kicking her legs but it didn't seem to help. One after another, the teacher kept raining down slaps to her bare bottom from cheek to cheek.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Eliza soon felt so sore and exhausted she gave up on the fight. Her bottom was stinging so much that she didn't know if she could take any more. She stopped kicking and squirming and shouting and lay in motionless mercy, tears streaming down her face.
After what felt like an hour but a glance at the clock showed only a few minutes. The teacher finally relented and gripped her by the waist. She raised her up in the air from her lap and onto her feet before her. Elizabeth immediately clutched her sore bottom and rubbed.
Mrs Lindemulder grabbed her skirt and unclasped it leaving her naked from the waist down.
'You can have this back at the end of the school day.' She stated bluntly.
Eliza could nothing to stop her while she watched Mrs Lindemulder drop it to the floor.
Springing off the desk she grabbed Eliza by the arm again and quickly led her outside. Eliza became extremely conscious that she was out in the chilly hall with everything from beneath her shirt down to her socks and shoes exposed. She felt so embarrassed as the teacher dragged her reluctantly across the hall and knocked on her classroom door.
'Come in!' Mrs Watts voice called from within.
The teacher opened the door and all the eyes were upon Eliza. She was mortified. She tried to cover her front with her hands but the pull on her arm kept tearing it away. She knew full well that her red bottom was there for everyone to see as the two of them approached Mrs Watt's desk, facing away from all the girls.
'I think that should resolve the issue, we had a good talk about it, isn't that right Eliza?'
'Yes what?' The teacher shouted, smacking her bare red bottom where she stood.
Eliza's knees bent as she tried to suppress the sting from her rear.
'Yes..Mrs Lindemulder,' Elizabeth added as a guess.
'Thank you Janine,' Naomi said as the disciplinarian left.
She turned to face Eliza. 'Go and take your seat, you can catch up at break time.'
Eliza walked with her hands overlapped shielding herself from view towards her seat. She felt their eyes inspecting her naked bottom half, she heard their whispered giggles at her bottom. Nikki gave her a look of sympathy as she passed her but Eliza tried to avoid eye contact.
Eliza lowered herself slowly down on to her seat, the sting of her bottom grew as her cheeks touched the hard wood. She tried to lean to one side, avoiding as much contact with her bottom as she could. Eliza was still aware that there were eyes upon her so she kept one hand covering below as she opened her textbook.
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Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Jake groaned as the harsh sunlight broke through the eye lid barrier, he shuffled to shield his face but felt pain in a variety of places. His breathing was hindered by the pain in his ribs, a pain he had felt before after a game of rugby with his friends back home. He'd been running down the right flank, on the verge of scoring the final blow to an already flattering scoreline when his brother had crunched him out of frustration, braking three of his ribs. This time, it felt like more than three.
His mouth was completely dry, he scraped around his mouth with his tongue trying to moisten it but there was nothing there, he was devoid of fluid.
'Water,' he croaked, eyes glued shut.
'Jake, you're awake!' A voice called from across the room.
Jake couldn't see her but listened as she turned on a tap, filling a cup. He heard the faint sound of her feet walking to the side of him.
'Here you go, you must be so thirsty.'
She held the cup to his lips, he tried to guzzle it down but she withdrew it.
'Slowly Jake, just sip it.'
He didn't understand why he couldn't down the whole thing but he was too tired to argue. He sipped slowly at the cup until it was empty. It was the most delicious drink he'd ever had.
'More,' he groaned.
'Sure Jake,' He heard her walk away and turn the tap on again. He managed to pry open his left eye, he looked down the room, his vision was completely blurred. The closer she came the clearer his vision became, he looked up from the light blue scrubs, covering her slim and averaged height legs to her white tank top, partially hidden behind her blonde slightly curled hair. Only when she held the cup again to his mouth, did he make out that it was Jennifer Morrison.
'Hey you,' she said softly, holding the cup to his lips.
'Hey,' he gargled. He felt like his health had raised from nothing to one percent.
She smiled at him, it made him feel better somehow. He had always gotten on well with her and was pleased that she was the one here when he woke. She leant down, he could see down her blouse, it made him happier to see her small perky breasts beneath her shirt. She kissed him, holding his lips with hers for a few seconds. When she released he kept his eyes shut for a moment, then opened them to see her beautiful hazel blue eyes staring at him with her lovely smile, naked from the waist up wearing only her panties.
They kissed again, he tried to take down her panties with his hand but he was too weak, he groaned as he lightly tugged on her waistband, she quickly slipped out of them. He slid his hand between her legs and softly stroked her slightly furry pussy. He felt the familiar blonde landing strip, and the blonde bristles surrounding her lips as he slipped his finger down her slit and inside her. She moaned softly in his ear, laying at his side on the bed, careful not to put any pressure on his body. She slid her own hand down and gently began to tug on his large erect cock.
The feeling was too good for him to handle, he stopped his work with his own hand and let his body go limp. Jennifer kissed him as she sped up her hand, quickly jerking his cock. He lay his head back completely but before he go do anything, he drifted back off to sleep, too exhausted to stay with her. Jennifer had no option but to continue, Jake wouldn't even know that she took him in her mouth aswell and sucked him until he came. For it was her turn and if she didn't do it for Jake then he would turn into the very monsters that he hunted down and saved her from because that's how it started for them, everyone was infected. When an infected man went a certain amount of time without ejaculating then he became enraged, so much to the extent that he loses his mind and becomes primal. The same affects are found in women but not as extreme, a large increase in sex drive but nothing dangerous, the men however were deadly. The women here in the complex were completely and utterly reliant on Jake to survive, but more than that, the majority of them liked him, some even loved him. After all, he had saved every single one of them from life outside of the walls that protected them, so she knelt on all fours, hovering over his cock as he slept soundly, sucking him dry.
Jake woke up again around noon the next day, he felt a little less tired but equally in as much pain. He had cried out for water again expecting Jennifer to bring it to him but she wasn't there, instead he found Sarah Lancaster sat down, watching him sleep.
Though he was sad that Jen wasn't there, he was pleased to see Sarah too. They enjoyed a nice kiss and a cuddle for a while before Sarah went down on him, he even managed to stay awake until he came and fell asleep exhausted again.
Jake continued to rest for a few days, the next day he had woken up he managed to eat something. The day after that he stayed awake for a couple of hours at a time and even stayed up to have a chat with some of the girls who cared for him. Over the next week of recovery he was visited by a number of friendly faces who came to lend a hand in more ways than one. The majority of them were workers at the hospital but some came to see him because they cared enough to.
Elizabeth brought a bit of fruit with her to work and gave him his first meal before gently riding him until he came inside her. The two of them had been trying for a baby before he had gone on a rescue mission and his near death experience had given her a sense of urgency. He had made a mental note to smack her bottom when he was fit for putting him through the pain of it, although he did enjoy the unusual berry blowjob she gave him.
Later on in the evening Jake began to dream he was spanking Elizabeth for being so inconsiderate of his pain earlier. She was was lying over his knee as he was sat on a high stool. Her trousers were down to her knees and the black lingerie she wore offered no protection. He was lightly spanking her, enough for them both to enjoy but also for her to be punished. Her bottom looked to be turning a light shade of pink. But then totally out of character, he started hitting her harder and harder and her screams began to echo around the room. He didn't understand, he didn't want to hurt her so much, this wasn't how he did things. She screamed and begged him to stop but the sounds just grew louder.
His eyes snapped open. His vision was blurry but he could hear a loud back and forth of shouting and screaming, a girl was crying. Behind the voices was the perpetual and unmistakable sound of someone's hand connecting with someone's bottom. His eyes began to come too and he sat up, looking down the room.
He saw the chief of the hospital Lisa Edelstein spanking Anne Dudek, a resident doctor. He was still too weak to do anything about it so he lay and watched.
'You're not getting out of Jake duty,'
'Ow, I..I wasn't trying..ow..to get out of it.'
'If I hadn't have been here, he may have become something horrible,'
'I'm sorry,' Anne pleaded.
'What were you even doing that was more important than making sure he didn't turn into a enraged freak?'
'I over slept, i'm sorry!'
'So...you're saying that you nearly caused the inevitable death of everyone living here because you fancied an extra few hours of beauty sleep?'
'Ow ow ow!' Anne cried as she continued to have her bottom smacked extremely hard. 'I said i'm sorry!'
Jake no longer had sympathy for her, he had instructed the importance to everyone that he was relieved every couple of hours. They understood what would happen to him and therefore them if he turned. This woman had been given the responsibility of looking after him and she couldn't be bothered to turn up. He remembered carrying her unconscious body out of a burning building overwhelmed with fuck heads, he had suffered severe burns and broken his leg rescuing her. One blowjob, even a measly hand job to ensure the safety and well being of an entire camp of women and the man who saved her didn't seem like a great ask. He watched Lisa until he fell asleep, as he closed his eyes, he heard her say something that he didn't understand.
'What year of school are you in?'
'So you must be pleased that you have two more years left until you are finished?' Lisa asked, smacking Anne's bottom.
'Yes! Ow! Please!'
'Well congratulations, you're now in year 15.'
He couldn't understand it but no longer had the energy to stay awake.
Jake came too in the morning then next day, he felt much stronger now. So much so that he willed himself to sit up in hes bed and rest his back against the wall. He had no idea how long he had been ridden but over the last few days he had familiarized himself with his injuries. He'd broken his nose, four ribs, his wrist, fractured his skull and broken his little toe. Not bad he thought to himself.
'I hope Michelle was fucking worth it,' He smirked
He knew that she came with an irreversible attitude but he liked her anyway, she probably would never like him but who cares, she's safe now anyway. If 1/5 girls liked him, he'd be happy. Jake had left a few months ago, on what he hoped would be his last rescue voyage out of the walls. They had become more independent of food and water supplies thanks to his efforts and he didn't need to go out raiding houses for supplies anymore. He had more women that he could handle too it would seem.
Something was bugging him. What Lisa had said, although he wasn't sure if he had dreamed it either. Asking Anne what year she was in school? It made no sense, what school? Jake had no idea how old Anne was anyway but suspected she was in her late thirties. He must have dreamed it. Then, while he was confused over that, it was nearly as frustrating as wondering why no one had been there to collect him when he arrived from the rescue, he needed to find out what had happened. Slowly, painfully and pitifully he got to his feet, using the headboard as a rest to lever himself up.
He let go. For a second he seemed to be ok. Until he collapsed.
'OW!' Jake yelled, 'Bastard, ow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ow'
His face was pushed against the floor, his nose pressured against the hard surface, pain shooting through his nerves. A voice called from the door.
'The floor helps my posture,' Jake joked through his pain.
'Yeah..you want a hand their big guy?'
'Nah, just get me the latest issue of vogue and a mango and i'll be happy.'
'Yeah ok there tough guy, come on.'
She came over to him and gripped him softly by the waist. While she couldn't really give him any help whatsoever in strength, her words of encouragement and her touch seemed to power him through enough to collapse back onto his bed.
'There ya go big buy,' Eliza said, tapping him on the shoulder, 'here let me check on you.'
Eliza inspected a few of his wounds, the whole thing had Jake a bit confused, Eliza was an actress not a doctor.
'Where did you learn how to do this?' Jake asked.
Eliza ignored the question for as long as she could but Jake just kept staring at her.
'Well..you act it out for long enough, you start to pick up a few things.'
'I guess.' Jake replied unsatisfied, 'you just seem to really know what you're doing.'
'What can I say? I just pick things up well.'
'What aren't you telling me? Is there some sort of school? Why wasn't anyone there when I got back?' Jake started firing questions at her.
'You need to rest.'
'Tell me!' Jake shouted, clearly in pain.
Eliza jerked forwards and kissed him, he struggled for a moment but then gave in, kissing her back. Eliza wasted no time grabbing hold of his cock and tugging it quickly as they tongue wrestled each other sloppily. She hopped onto the bed, letting go of him and lifted her top over her head, Jake raised a hand up to her chest and grabbed hold of her small pert breast. She dropped forwards and kissed him on the chest, kissing him down and down and down until she was over his cock and then took him in her mouth. He placed his hands behind his head, laying back with his eyes closed. She felt so good, he had been a little taken aback by the sudden advances of her, their relationship had always been more a friendly joking nature. Sure, they had banged a couple of times but never as passionately as this and she sure as hell had never sucked his cock before. And then as soon as he heard it he knew, she had tricked him. He heard a clang of metal and felt the coldness clasp around his wrist, he rattled his arm against the steel of the bed post and yelled.
'It's for your own good Jake,' Lisa Edelstein explained cautiously backing away.Eliza had gotten off the bed to safety beside her, Jake was left with his unbroken left wrist handcuffed to the end of the bed.
'Oh come on!' Jake complained, 'what the hell?'
'Last time you were here we told you how long you needed to rest for and you completely ignored us. Well i'm not having it this time, you are staying in that bed until I say and that's all there is too it.'
'You are going to get your bottom smacked Lisa,' Jake warned.
'Ooo I hope so,' Lisa winked, turned around and slapped her bottom, walking out of the room.
'Well..this is awkward.' Eliza broke the silence. 'Wanna bang?'
Jake stared a hole in her, picturing the spanking he was going to give her.
Eliza bent down and pulled over her scrub bottoms and climbed onto the bed.
Eliza leant forward and kissed him again, then rocked backwards onto her butt, lifting her legs up in the air she slipped her knickers down and up her legs flinging them away. She lay between his legs facing him, her legs spread out at either side. He stared between her thighs, struggling to stay mad at her.
'It's ok if you're angry,' Eliza said, twisting onto her knee's, 'angry sex is better.'
Eliza leaned forward and lightly bit his nipple, it gave him a sharp pain. He growled as she lowered herself down onto his cock slowly. As he felt the wet and warmth smother his manhood, he wanted to grab her tight and fuck her with all his might. But his free wrist was was broken, he wasn't used to not being in control, it frustrated him as he watched her slowly rock herself up and down on his aching cock. She stared deep into his eyes, moaning softly as she rode him. He just about managed to thrust his hips rhythmically to regain some control. She seemed to like it and sped up her own own movement in time with his, she dropped her chest onto his, it caused him pain but the touch of her breasts pushing up against his body and the touch of her breath on his neck seemed to numb the pain. He rested his limp wrist on her back and tried to thrust with all his might, deep inside her her and fast. She started to shake, her moans became high pitched squeals, she gripped his shoulders tight and buried her face in shoulder.He felt her climax, he slowly rocked his hips to a stop. There was no sound but for long elongated breaths and the touch of her heartbeat pounding against his aching chest. After a few minutes of resting Jake broke the silence reulctantly.
'I don't want to spoil the moment Eliza but you know I need to cum right?'
Eliza sprung her chest upright she she was vertical once more, kneeling on his crotch.
'I love it when you talk so romantic to me.'
'I'm like a modern day Romeo,now suck my cock then make me a sandwich.'
'Oh yeah,' Eliza smirked 'anything else you want while i'm at it?'
'A beer and the keys to these handcuffs yeah.'
'In your dreams,' Eliza grinned sliding off him to the foot of the bed.
'Oh come on, I've been through hell, I'm not asking much here.'
'Hey, whiny, do you want your freaking beer or not?'
'Then shut up and let me grab you one.'
Jake had no option but to lay there and wait, he wasn't happy at all about his situation but the prospect of a nice cold beer cushioned it. Eliza had been gone about ten minutes, Jake had started and then reached the point of being angry by the time she had arrived. But after some witty exchanges of insults Jake grabbed the beer in his handcuffed hand, it was a struggle for him to drink from it but he just about managed. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Eliza dropped down the bed to his crotch and hovered over his cock. She caught his eye.
'Please, don't watch me and don't make a big thing out of it, just drink your fucking beer and shut up and enjoy it.'
Jake opened his mouth to speak.
'Erm, what did I just say, shut up drink your beer and look away.'
Jake did as he was told, a few seconds later he felt her lips around his cock once more. He relaxed for several minutes, sipping at his beer. Occasionally he sneaked a peek, she looked so focused and extremely cute. He loved how self conscious she was, she was one of the girls that he got on with the most, they had the most in common by far. He felt a little guilty about not letting on that he could pretty much cum whenever he wanted. The amount of sex a man has when he's infected is beyond belief and when that much is had you can bet your ass you start to pick up a few things. He considered it someway towards her payback for getting him handcuffed. When he reached the bottom of his beer he came 'unexpectedly' down her throat. She made a bit of a deal out of it, coughing and spluttering insults at him but pretty much swallowed it all without any mess.
'Thanks babe,' he winked at her, 'now how about that sandwich.'