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Introduction:

Strange things start to happen when Liam visits Shimima whilst she recovers in hospital and he starts to piece together clues to the Government's true agenda.
Shamima spent two weeks in a private room at the hospital after surgery to repair the damage inflicted by her lesson, of course I was ordered by the voice to visit her every day. Her pussy suffered only minor tears that were fixed with a few dissolvable stitches and should be fully healed in two weeks. Her ass, on the other hand, would be out of order for at least a month, it was so bad they had to fit her with a special device to allow her to do her “business”. The first day she slept off the anaesthesia, waking once for a drink of water. The second day she spent the entire visit staring blankly at the wall, not even acknowledging my presence. It was the third day when the first strange thing happened.

Ten minutes after I arrive she suddenly turns to me and asks me to sit next to her on the bed, tapping the spot by her side. I kick off my shoes and climb on, sitting close to her but not too close. She grabs my wrist and lifts it over her shoulders making me move close enough for our bodies to touch, places my hand on her arm and rests her head on my chest. We stay like that the whole time, no words, no other contact, just my arm around her and her head nestled comfortably on me. When the bell signals the end of visiting hours she suddenly pushes me away, an angry look of disbelief washing over her face.

Thinking about it that night at the house I put it down to her needing some sort of reassurance after her ordeal.

Day four she’s back to her bitchy self, sniping at me because her ass hurts like hell every time she shifts in her bed, the handcuff on her left wrist, that’s attached to the bed, keeps digging into her flesh and she can only got to the toilet via a tube.

“Coming back tomorrow, asshole?” she spits at me as visiting hours end and I go to leave.

“Only because I fucking have to.” I spit back, striding purposefully out of the door.

On day 6 it’s my turn for some strange behaviour. A weird feeling hits me as soon as I walk into the room, weird enough for me to ignore the usual insults she fires in my direction. As I sit in the chair next to her bed I can’t stop staring at her body, running my eyes over every visible curve. I try to resist but I can’t stop it, my eyes seem to have a mind of their own, scanning over her form and gradually focusing on her breasts more and more. Then she speaks and they dart to her mouth, an image flashing in my mind of her lips wrapped around my hard cock makes me shake my head violently to clear it and my eyes are again drawn to the swell of her chest, my manhood stirring and twitching. I fight for two hours against the feeling, trying to think the unsexiest thoughts I can but I’m losing, my dick growing hard as I gaze at her firm mounds until it becomes a painful bulge I try my best to conceal from her. In the back of my mind I feel the room grow slightly cooler, I see her nipples poke the fabric of her hospital gown and I lose control, standing right up to the side of the bed and pulling my cock out of my jeans, I stroke it hard as she looks at me with shocked disgust and asks me what the hell I’m doing.

I say nothing as I lean down and grab her left breast with my free hand, mauling it as I pump my shaft, the only thought in my head is that I want to cum all over those tits, to drench them with my thick seed. She tries to push me away but can’t find the strength, watching in horror as I jerk my manhood faster and faster, eventually exploding in orgasm and splattering her breasts, neck and face with a large load of semen.

My mind clears as I come down and I look at Shamima in shock as she screams obscenities at me, trying to wipe my spunk from her body one handed. I put my dick away and grab some paper towels to help her but she shoves me away. “Get the fuck out of here you dirty bastard!” she yells at me and I quickly turn, grab my things and head home.

Nothing happens for the next three days, I still visit but we spend the entire time in silence.

On day 9 she asks me to sit next to her again, a strange look on her face. We sit as we did on day 3, my arm around her, her head on my chest but this time she starts to stroke my right thigh with her fingers, casually at first but gradually working their way higher until she suddenly unzips my jeans and pulls out my manhood, stroking it to full hardness in record time.

“Shamima, don’t!” I tell her strongly, trying to stop her but she strokes harder, only stopping to slap my hand away when I try to grab her wrist before resuming on my shaft.

“Just let me do it.” She says with a light chuckle, rolling her wrist and making me gasp in pleasure. I give in and watch her hand work on my shaft until I shoot my cum into the air, splattering my crotch and her hand with thick white fluid. Once again she screams at me with pure hatred, pushes me off the bed and tells me to leave.

As with the previous incidents nothing more happens until day 12, when I notice that the cuffs have been removed for some reason. I’m extremely tired as there have been workmen at the house supposedly improving the air conditioning system over two days, starting work at 5am both days and finishing at midnight the first day. Which was fine whilst I was at the hospital yesterday but not being able to get more than a few hours sleep last night I’m dead on my feet. Shamima is being strangely nice again, telling me to nap if I need to and she can entertain herself for a while, so I lean my head back and drift off to sleep.

I awake about an hour later to my legs feeling cold but something warm and wet wrapped around my prick. I rub my eyes, looking down to see Shamima sucking my cock and teasing my balls with her fingertips.

“What are you...” I start to say but she silences me with a slap to the thigh. I think about pushing her off but for some reason I feel like I want this, not in a “wanting to be with her” romantic sense, I still think she’s a repugnant woman and I wouldn’t fuck her if I wasn’t being forced to but I don’t want to stop her either. It’s a strange feeling to explain.

She starts to deepthroat me, taking it all the way in until her lips meet my groin and moaning like she’s enjoying doing it, the vibrations enhancing my pleasure. I put my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to go faster and suck harder, she seems strangely happy to comply, her throat rippling around my solid prick adding to the sensation. When I explode in her mouth she willingly swallows my seed, even kissing the head of my cock lightly before suddenly recoiling in disgust.

“What the fuck did you just make me do?” she spits, glaring at me with sheer hate.

“I was asleep, bitch, you sucked me off of your own accord.” I fire back with equal bile.

“I think you should go.” She barks, climbing back into bed and folding her arms, looking anywhere but at me.

“Gladly.” I reply bluntly, already headed for the door. As I drive home questions flood my mind and I run over each event, analysing every tiny detail but coming up blank, something was going on, we couldn’t be falling for each other, it was too soon and the incidents were too precisely timed, three days between them. Some plan was at work but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I pick her up from the hospital on day fourteen with a notice that a doctor will be coming tomorrow to check her progress, which struck me as very strange considering they normally do that before the patient leaves. We drive back in silence, Shamima’s arms crossed beneath her breasts as she stares angrily out of the window. When we stop at some traffic lights I conduct an experiment, I stare at her breasts to see if there’s any reaction from my groin. Nothing happens. I turn my head back, either not being noticed or her not caring that I was staring this time, and drive on, working it over in my mind. No reaction tonight but I couldn’t stop myself last week... Something is definitely going on.

I reanalyse everything during the next day until the doctor arrives for Shamima’s check up. He prods and probes her pussy deeply and gently examines her asshole, the look of embarrassment on her face shouldn’t amuse me but it does, luckily I manage to hide it.

“I’ll have to give you a shot of antibiotics.” He says and jabs a needle in her arm, making her cry out. “You won’t be able to do anything with your rectum for another two weeks at least but vaginal intercourse is OK.” He smirks.

We leave her in her room as I show him out, he turns and hands me a small square cardboard box. “Condoms and contraceptive pills. She should take one pill every day starting tomorrow and after 30 days you’ll be able to have unprotected sex without complications. There’s also some morning after pills, in case of... accidents.”

“Yeah, thanks Doc.” I say with a sarcastic tone. “Really looking forward to that.”

He leaves and I put the box on the table, sitting on the sofa I turn the TV on and watch the only thing available to us, a Government run propaganda news channel, I hear the sound of the shower in her ensuite running but pay it no mind, I’m not even remotely interested in doing anything sexual with her tonight even though we’re supposed to fuck at least twice a day. Roughly half an hour later I hear the soft pad of Shamima's feet as she walks into the room behind me.

“Birth control is on the table. You need to take one pill a day for a month before we can stop using the rubbers.” I state bluntly. Receiving no response I speak louder. “Did you hear me, bitch? 30 days til I can fill you with that spunk you love so much again!” I shout sarcastically.

I feel her arms encircle my neck from behind, not in a threatening way but gentle, seductive. She whispers in my ear.

“Not 30 days... tonight.”

She nips my earlobe playfully, then her arms retract from my neck and she walks around to stand in front of me, a very strange look is in her eyes. She’s completely naked and cleanly shaved, not a single hair on her legs, pussy or armpits. She leans in, almost purring as she says “I want your cock in me, right now”.

“Are you feeling OK?” I ask quizzically, her finger touches my lips, silencing me.

Then she kisses me, a deep hungry kiss that stuns me, her tongue forcing its way between my lips and teeth. After a few minutes with no response from me she pulls back, looking deep into my eyes with a blank but hungry expression in her own. “There was something in that shot the Doc gave you...” I start to say, as she grabs the hem of my t shirt, pulls it over my head and throws it on the floor. She kisses me again, not as deeply and starts to make her way down my neck to my chest where she sucks hard on my nipples, nipping them gently.

“Shamima, stop. I think you’ve been drugged!” I look at her and she’s kissing lower, making her way to my crotch. As she starts to undo my jeans I grab her head gently, making her look at me. “You don’t have to do this, you’re not in control...”. Only then do I realise that she’s already pulled my jeans and boxers halfway down my legs. “Shamima, stop. Now!”

“Oh but I do have to.” She says with a mischievous giggle before pulling my clothing off my legs and pushing between them, taking my limp cock into her mouth. I slap her, it’s the only thing I can think of to make her stop. She looks at me angrily, then at the bracelet on her wrist starts to whine as it powers up. “I’M HAVING THIS COCK!” She growls before starting to suck me again.

“For fucks sake.” I mutter, remembering what will happen if we don’t have sex. “Fine.” I say loudly and the whining stops. She grins and sucks harder, working on my shaft in the same way as the other day, deepthroating me and forcing me to a full erection.

She climbs onto the sofa, straddling my lap and aiming my throbbing cock at her entrance. “Just enjoy it, baby.” She purrs before plunging onto my hard manhood and wrapping her arms around my neck as she starts to ride me hard, moaning loudly as my shaft fills her newly repaired hole, her walls squeezing and kneading my hard flesh as her pussy lips slide along my length.

“Fuck, yes!” she moans as she pounds herself on my hard prick, her hips rolling and her breasts bouncing crazily, almost rocking the sofa with the force of her movements. “God I love your cock! I want it all the time now! Never stop fucking me!” she coos, riding me like a real lover would, taking me as deep as possible, slamming her crotch to mine and milking my dick with her muscles.

“Give it to me!” she squeals as her orgasm builds, her pussy growing sopping wet and gripping my shaft tightly. “I want it all!” she kisses me, riding me even harder, the strength of it matching her efforts on my dick, poking her tongue into my mouth in time with her bounces, I open my mouth and let her do it, curious to see the end result. “I do... I want your cock all day, every day.” She leans back, riding me with gusto, slamming herself down my manhood. Suddenly staring into my eyes she says something very strange.

“Can we have babies?” her voice sounding almost innocent as she continues bouncing on my rigid cock. Her eyes, with their wide pupils and glazed look, burn directly into mine. When I fail to respond she starts to slow, eventually stopping with my shaft fully inside her. “Can we? Can we have babies?”.

“You want babies?” I say softly and slowly, trying to make her realise what she just asked me.

“Yes.” She states bluntly. “I want babies. Tell me we can have babies.” When I remain silent, her tone changes. “Tell me we can have babies.” She growls at me, her glazed eyes burning with a strange kind of anger, she moves her hands to my chest, digging her nails into my flesh hard and making me twist in pain and anger. I try to move her hands with my own but she digs her nails in harder, the pain making me rethink my strategy. All I can do is look at her angrily which just enrages her further.

“Tell me we can have babies.” She growls louder, the threat clear in her voice. “Tell me. Tell me. TELL ME WE CAN HAVE BABIES OR I’LL RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND LEAVE YOU TO DIE!” She roars at me, her hands encircle my neck and squeeze hard, again I try to move them but her strength is incredible and my vision starts to swim as I choke.

“Okay...” I croak. “We can have babies.”

“Great!” she beams, releasing my throat and wrapping her arms around the back of my neck again. She starts to ride me once more, her bounces hard, deep and seemingly happy, her walls continue to squeeze and massage my hard flesh as she increases her pace.

I watch as she pleasures herself with my cock, riding hard and rolling her hips for extra stimulation. She starts to pant heavily, her walls squeezing my shaft as it slides in and out of her, I can tell she’s close and I can feel my own seed rising fast.

“Shamima, I’m gonna cum!” I warn her. “Me too.” She replies breathlessly, slamming herself even harder on me with a guttural moan.

Throwing her head back she screams as her climax slams over her, quivering and convulsing around my shaft, pushing me to my own. As I pump my seed deep inside her she squeals with delight. “Yes! Fill me! Give me your cum!” Her pussy milks my cock of every last drop. “GIVE ME BABIES!” She squeals with delight before slumping onto my chest, panting heavily.

When she comes down her demeanour changes dramatically. Her senses return, she looks at me with utter bile and hatred, then she slaps me hard across my face, my cheek stinging painfully.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” She leaps off me, standing before me and scooping some my cum from her hole. She looks at it angrily, flinging it at me and it splatters my sweat soaked chest. “WHAT DID YOU MAKE THAT DOCTOR DO TO ME? HOW DARE YOU CUM INSIDE ME! IF I GET PREGNANT I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

She turns and storms off to her room, our combined juices dripping onto the floor as she goes. I smirk, not because of what’s just happened, but because I now know for certain we’re being manipulated.

As per the rules, I walk into her room and fit the night-time collar around her neck and lock it. Luckily for me she’s already asleep.
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