"ENDER!"
~sob~ ~his~ ~sob~
Before I can even register the newcomer who screamed my name, she has her arms wrapped around my neck and her tear streaked face buried in my muscular chest, soaking my chest hair as she rubs her cheeks on me, as if to reassure herself that I am in fact awake and real.
Just as I'm about to pry her off and ascertain her identity, she pulls back slightly and looks up at me… and I'm suddenly tongue tied as this women is the so beautiful as to border on ethereal. Her Lucious obsidian colored hair frame the face of and angel, or perhaps a succubus. Pouty lips and a button nose, rosy and full lips and deep blue eyes, olive skin as smooth as silk.
Even with tear stained cheeks I can safely say that I've never met anybody as breathtaking as her.
A flicker of recognition tickles the back of my mind but no name comes to me.
"Do we… know each other?" I ask tentatively.
She sobs harder at my question, hurt and realization flicker across her features.
"You don't remember…?" She fights back her tears and brings a delicate hand up to my face to trace the path of my sharp jawline.
"My names Susan… I've known you for my entire life… we grew up together in an orphanage."
Something I can't place passes through her eyes before she carries on piecing together our connection, a connection I can no longer recall… not that I can recall anything beyond my name, which thankfully is the same as my previous body… a body that's probably nothing but a stain on the road by now, crushed by almighty truck-kun.
She continues, "I'm meant to become your slave… it's something we've always talked about."
"Lucky son of a bitch…" I hear Francis grumble to himself before perking up and asking me frankly, "hey, brother can I use her holes real quick??"
I ignore the man and focus on Susan, her words sound sincere and I see no reason for her to lie, not to mention the feeling I have that she's somebody important to me in some way keeps tugging on my heart.
"I might not remember anything concrete… but I do have this feeling that you're somebody I cherish deeply."
I bring my hand up to her throat and squeeze gently, possessively. She shivers in place and bites her lip at my display and clear acceptor her role in my life.
"My slave… what exactly does that mean?"
Susan goes on to explain the role and function of a slave. Slaves are women who voluntarily give themselves to a male in the most fundamental and base way. They give up basically all their rights, except the right to life, and they are to be, by their master, guaranteed food and clothing and shelter if they cannot afford it themselves. As the property of another man, nobody else can legally touch them sexually, and touching a slave sexually without their masters consent is a serious crime punishable by prison time and hefty fines.
I am shocked at this revelation, not only is this society very free and open about all things sexual, but they even have normalized sexual slavery!
"And just to be frank… you wish to be my slave? And the only real obligation I have is that I won't kill you, or seriously harm you in a permanent way either physically or psychologically?"
"Yes, Master! My role as your slave, now and when it becomes official, is to be whatever you want me to be…" she blushes heavily but continues.
"I would be your personal whore, your fuck toy that you can use as much as you desire."
She squeezes me tighter and licks along my jawline.
"And it would be my absolute pleasure to be anything you desire… wether it's your cum-dump, your whore to show off to the world, a slutty prostitue to earn you income… anything at all Master. I'm yours to use as you see fit, now and forever…" she continues her tongue bath of my jaw and neck.
At this point Rachel, the nurse still impales on my cock, finally comes to and pulls away and lets my still rid his cock slip free of her abused hole." ~ahhh~ fuck yes…"
Rachel looks at the women and my arms and smiles gently.
"Mr. Ender, Susan here has been visiting you every day since you've been brought in. She's been very attentive and protective of you and the care we provided. Her and one other young women were always here to keep you company, I'm sure the other girl will show up eventually today. You sure are the lucky man, to have 2 beauties so devoted to you~"
I focus back on Susan in my arms and gaze into her deep blue eyes. I decide immediately to stop being a pansy and to own up to this gorgeous creature seeking to be mine. My hand on her throat tightens slightly and I bring her lips up to mine and kiss her. My tongue being let in to her wet mouth freely as we entwine our tongues and saliva in a messy display of need. My hand go to her hips and I lift her up easily which makes her instinctively wrap her juicy legs around me, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her thick ass.
I lean back in the hospital bed and have her sit in my lap, the skirt Susan wears pooling around us, my huge cock nestled against the burning heat of her dripping wet pussy! She's not wearing underwear!
"Be a good bitch and ride your masters cock!"
Just as I'm about to impale her she jolts in surprise at the contact with my dick, she lifts up her skirt to check somthing and she's struck with awe.
"It's so much larger! How is this possible…? You used to be… well… not even half this size.
"Shut up and take it, slut!" I ignore her question and statement about this bodies previous (tiny) size.
With a solid grip on her hips I lift her up, line up my cock and, ~SLAM~
"~Ahhhhhh!~ yes! Fuck me, Master! Oh god yes! Use me!"
She easily takes my cock all the way, her womb pummeled and bulging out her stomach.The tight heat of her wet channel wringing my cock tight. A perfect squeeze that sends jolts of pleasure right to my hairy nutsack.
I smirk and lean back in the bed, resting on my elbows. "Be a good girl and ride my cock."
Susan throws her head back and moans in delight, her hips gyrating rhythmically as she rides me like a perfect whore.
"Oh Master! So deep! So thick! You're rearranging my insides! My little pussy is getting molded and reshaped by your cock!"
~PLAP~~PLAP~~PLAP~~PLAP~~PLAP~
"Taking my new and improved huge cock so easily! And you want to be my personal slave?"
I grip her hips tightly and take control of the motions completely, my hips thrusting upwards with all the strenght I can muster.
Susan's mouth opens in a breathless moan as drool drips from her lolling tongue.
"How could I take a slave like you whose so obviously a free use fuck toy for at least one other guy?!?"
Susan's eyes shoot open in shock, she tries to open her mouth, perhaps to deny my words but I silence her with a wet sloppy kiss as my hips slow down to a more moderate and sensual pace.
"Don't say anything, if you want to be my slave all you have to do is be obedient and loyal to me alone! Only then will I gift you with the joy of being my personal slut!"
She nods her head as tears roll down her cheeks.
"Thank you for giving me a chance… I'll prove how good of a slave I can be for you!"
She seals her promise with another kiss and one final slam of her hips on my cock, her pussy gripping like a vice and squirting out a deluge of her sweet and tangy nectar all over my cock and balls.
The power of her orgasm makes her fall forward, limply draped across my body as my still rigid cock is fully sheathed in her womb. My balls still roiling with cum as I haven't cum.
I shake my head at her lack of stamina, she'd need to work on that if she expects to be among my favorites.
But I still wrap my arms around her and enjoy the feeling of her still spasming pussy walls gripping my cock.
I look over at Francis who is furiously jerking off his much smaller cock.
"Enjoy the show, friend?" I smirk playfully.
"Of course! That slut is probably the hottest over ever seen!"
All of a sudden a sarcastic harumph echoes from the doorway.
Francis smiles when he sees the newcomer, "honey! It's good you're here!" Francis greets his wife.