Different Planet

Gene shook his head and blinked. Haly's face was concerned, but also puzzled, as she looked down and saw the erection tenting Gene's trousers.

"Flashbacks," he said, too tired even to try to cover up, "Or maybe hallucinations. I don't know how it happens, really."

"Side effects of the behaviour modification in the Milking Barn to, uh --" Alex searched for words.

"To keep you compliant." Haly finished

"Y-yes," he gulped, and then the words just spilled out, "I don't understand it! I don't even LIKE the crazy images that have been filling my head in the past week or so! A-a-a-at first, when they locked me up, the dreams were of nice, motherly women who... I don't know... I guess they took pity on me that my balls were so full and my cock was constantly, perversely, viciously hard and they would stroke me off, make me shoot into antiseptic containers just like the docents were doing to me, or sometimes they'd climb on top of me and ride my cock. Their smiles as they looked down on me were so nice! They were so understanding of my situation! It was so warm and realistic!"

Haly stroked his hair, "Do you still feel the pressure? The urgency?"

Gene leaned back, "Yes! It's fading a bit, but... but that's not the thing! The dreams haven't completely stopped, and they were turning to nightmares... I mean... I don't KNOW if these are things I remember or if they are induced hallucinations!"

"Bad?" Alex asked.

"They brought the woman to me," Gene said, as if telling the story might rid it from his memory, leaving as the words left his mouth. "She wasn't young, and she wasn't dragged in against her will. Maybe she was even leading her escort of two docents."

Alex and Haly wondered if the chemically induced hallucinations usually involved coercion. Coercion of young women.

"She was a motherly type too, but nurturing rather than domineering like all the docents. Gave me a kiss, but on the cheek. She smelled of bath oil and shampoo, as if she should be wearing a towel or a bathrobe instead of a white cotton blouse and very tight pink yoga pants. She unbuttoned the blouse while I watched, pulled it off and shook out her hair, dark brown with streaks of grey. She told me she didn't want to take her bra off because she needed the support. Besides, she told me, who wants to see saggy tits swinging? Anyway, the bra only supported underneath, it was cut out so her nipples, big and dark brown, and a lot of the areolae showed."

Haly stroked his hair again and moved a little closer on the couch, "So far it seems dreamy rather than nightmarish!"

"She pushed the yoga pants down -- she was wearing pink panties that tied in bows at the hips which was why I hadn't seen a cameltoe -- and stepped out of them. One of the docents picked up the blouse, and one picked up the yoga pants. Then the two of them pulled the bows simultaneously and the panties fell away. They were damp."

Alex felt his own erection growing at the thought of that. Haly didn't notice it, wondering how Gene could maintain his erection, so tired it seemed he could barely keep his eyes open.

"She told me the docents had shaved her to give me easier access. I was wondering whether she wanted me to lick her or have sex, but she told me, as if she was reading my thoughts, none of that fun could be blocked by her pubic fur, no matter how thick it was. And it was she assured me, before she shaved it all off for me. She waited, maybe wanting me to guess what it was she wanted, but I was suddenly afraid and couldn't think of anything to say. An uncomfortable minute later, the docents who'd taken away her wet panties brought in a sturdy bench made of some light wood and heavy, wrought-iron legs. They set it down in front of her and she straddled it. She had to open her thighs wide to do that, and it opened her bare pussylips, giving me a view deep into her pink. I told her it was lovely, and she smiled at me again.

"Before the docents left, they put two things on the bench between her legs: a wood-handled hammer and a shiny nail, long and thin. She looked at me as if I was supposed to know what to do with them, then picked up the nail and brought it to her lips. I remember those long, black fingernails as she licked the nail. Carefully. It was sharp as a needle. Then she told me it was for piercing her clit, and I really should have known that, shouldn't I?

"She handed it to me and I picked up the hammer too, while she pulled out her clit, stretching it, fingernails biting into the head to stretch it flat on the wood surface. I told her I couldn't do it, that it was crazy, that this wasn't really happening, but she guided my hand, had me push the nail down into the meat of her clit about halfway along its length. The point was sharp enough it drew a drop of blood just by her poking it where she wanted me to nail it. She shivered and gasped, as if she wasn't expecting it to hurt, as if I'd done something wrong.

"Then, like it was a nightmare, which it must have been, because I couldn't stop myself, I pounded the hammer down and she screamed and blood spurted out on the smooth white wood and her shaved pubis and my fingers and -- oh fuck! -- I felt myself cumming as she screamed in pain and tried to grab the hammer away from me and slapped my face hard and I splattered her with jizz, her belly, the wood bench, the nail, the blood dripping, mixing with my semen... it must have been a nightmare, hallucination. It must have! Because I thought I heard a voice saying so pleased you've collected a particularly big load!

"She let go her clit with the fingernails, but it was nailed to the board now, and bleeding. I dropped the hammer -- I heard it clatter on the stone floor -- and I tried to run away, but my trousers were down around my ankles and I tripped and I would have smashed my head except one of the docents caught me and I flopped into her arms, my face cushioned against her enormous breasts. They half-carried and half-dragged me away, the docent's blouse opening and the last thing I felt before I fell asleep again was her warm, soft flesh against my cheek."

The three of them were silent, Alex and Haly digesting this, Gene fading, leaning his head back.

"I think," said Haly, unbuttoning Gene's trousers and unzipping him, freeing a painfully engorged erection, "I think there's something we need to take care of before Gene can be comfortable and relax."

Gene could barely open his eyes, but Alex saw her lick her lips.