Dinah slowly opened her eyes as the room around her came into focus: stark, white ceilings first, then the walls of glass. She couldn't make out anything beyond the glass, so she reasoned in her muzzy mind that it must be tinted. She became aware that she was lying on a comfortable bed, and that the room was warm but smelled of antiseptic and some other odor that she could not put her finger on. It's impossible for a virgin of just 19 years old to know the smell of sex.
As Dinah's awareness grew, so did her fear. It became apparent that she was totally naked and her legs were bound to some sort of apparatus, the wide bindings snug at her knees and ankles, yet it she lay in a very comfortable position. Her arms were bound to posts at the head of the bed; to one arm was secured an IV line which led to a bag hanging just above her. She looked to her left and saw a bank of monitors and a speaker.
"Hello?" Her voice was weak and scratchy.
The door slid open and in walked a bear of a man carrying a silver medical tray. He was large and had very dark hair, a beard and mustache, and very full lips. His eyes twinkled as he surveyed her. "Well, welcome back, Dinah. My name is Ian, and will be assisting you."
'Welcome back?' Dinah thought, 'How long have I been here... how long have I been out?'
As if reading her mind, Ian said, "You've been here for about a week. We kept you in a state of twilight sleep this whole time so we could administer the proper preparations."
With that, Ian raised a syringe from the silver tray and began flicking it to remove the air bubbles. He surveyed it in the light, and then smiled down on her as he inserted the needle into the IV line and pushed the plunger.
Dinah's body went warm, her areolas contracted, pushing her nipples to attention.
"What was that?" she asked Ian, looking him up and down. She realized that he was in surgical scrubs, the top wrapping around him like a robe.
"It was a fertility drug with a mood enhancing element, developed by our own Dr. Novartov. It will make your experiences more pleasant and the breeding easier."
'BREEDING?!' Dinah's mind screamed, 'I can't do this! I'm a virgin!' But something in the medication prevented her from being able to voice her fears. All Ian heard forming on her lips was a series of groans and grunts.
"Yes, little girl, I know you're needy. We will be getting to that soon enough. But first, we have to get you in the right position ..."
He slid a wedged bolster under Dinah's hips, and then pressed a button on the wall nearest him. There was a whirring sound, followed by Dinah's awareness that something was pulling her knees up and apart; pulling her ankles down. The machine continued to position her legs upward and outward as Ian clamped some leg rests on the side of the bed for her comfort. He placed Dinah's feet in the stirrup hooks, and then began to untie his top while talking to her.
"Are you comfortable there, little one? I know this is all new to you ... we picked you special for this. I am your caretaker and your breeder, so you and I are going to become very close for a while. The drug I gave you is a powerful sexual stimulant as well as a fertility drug, so you should be getting pretty horny right now. Let's see how you are doing .."
With that, Ian clicked the bottom of the bed and swung it down and out of the way. He then ran his hands along Dinah's inner thigh, feeling her tremble as he neared her most intimate flesh. He looked into her eyes and saw sheer terror and animal desire swirl together as he reached her pussy lips.
"My goodness but you are wet!" He ran his beefy fingers along her slit, gathering nectar there and bringing to his lips. "You taste so sweet, so innocent! I am a lucky man to be your first and to be the father of your children. Let me taste more before we get down to business ..."
Ian kneeled between Dinah's upswept thighs. Dinah fought the drug mightily, trying to move her body, to scream, anything to let someone know she was not enjoying this. All she succeeded in doing was force more drug into her veins as her rapid heartbeat sucked at the IV line.
Ian lowered his head and his thick, supple lips met Dinah's pussy for the first time. Dinah's clit was already standing at attention from the drug, so it only took a couple of swipes of Ian's tongue to bring pussy juices bubbling forth from her depths. Her hips heaved in response to his mouth; he plunged his tongue into her and felt her hymen.
"Oh, this will be good," he said, lifting his head away from her slit momentarily. "You're a virgin; you're so ripe and ready. Your pussy is begging for me to fuck it." He pushed a finger into her, agonizingly slowly, and felt around inside. "You are so hot and tight ... I think I'll jack off and cum in your pussy quickly at first, and then I will take my time the second time."
Ian rose from the bed and dropped his pants. Dinah gasped at the size of his cock: a large head with a thick, veiny shaft protruded over two balls the size of baseballs. She had never seen a naked man in person, only in the magazines under her mom's bed. Ian had a thick mat of fur on his chest with a trail running to another thick mat around his cock. He absentmindedly stroked himself while contemplating his next move.
Ian reached over took another syringe from the tray. It was a small syringe with a tiny needle. He lifted his heavy cock, and pushed the needle into his balls, injecting the fluid there. As Dinah watched, his balls surged to even bigger proportions.
