Despite the friendly welcome by the doctor - whose name was Shelly as I found out - I soon discovered that I was being held prisoner. They gave me a small room with a hospital bed to sleep in and I could wander around the facility as much as I wanted, but all the doors and the few windows were locked, with guards patrolling the outside.
The place itself wasn't very large and, on second inspection, seemed to be a makeshift facility. It had only two rooms for patients and one examination room, a little office and a few storage rooms and that's it. Since I had nothing else to do, I spend quite a few times going through everything, looking for a way out.
There wasn't one. They treated me friendly, the doctor came by frequently to talk, a nurse regularly brought me food and drink... they even had a shower, for god's sake! You never know how much you've missed shampoo until you had to go for three weeks without some. I could literally have killed someone for shampoo by that time.
Anyway, except for showering, eating, sleeping and masturbating there wasn't a whole lot to do, and so I spend all the time I had trying to figure out what they wanted from me and how to get out of there. On the second night I was again sneaking around the place, when I heard sudden loud noises coming from the main entrance.
There was a hallway that led from there straight to the examination room and so I hurried there, squeezing myself into one of the double lockers they had standing around there and kept as quite as possible.
Through the slits in the locker door I could see two figures in soldier uniform dragging a third, unconscious figure into the room and placing it onto the chair that I had my first encounter with the Doctor Shelly in. They applied straps and then left, leaving the light on.
I waited. The person didn't move, but neither did I when they first brought me here, so I didn't think anything about it. He seemed to be a man, dressed in torn jeans, ragged boots and a leather jacket, his face was turned sideways so I couldn't see much except for his hair, which was brown and a little too long to be fashionable, and not long enough to qualify as some kind of subculture.
As if that even mattered anymore, I thought. Like so many things, the zombie apocalypse did away with fashions and cultures and anything else we used to define ourselves with before.
Footsteps interrupted my musings and out of the corner of my eye I could see Dr. Shelly and the nurse come in. The doctor seemed a little agitated. "Okay," I heard her say, "now pay attention. It's a guy this time, which is especially important. Now we first need a sample, as fresh as possible. Everything else can wait until tomorrow, but this needs to be done fast to see if there's anything we need to be aware of."
She stepped in front of the guy and began to unzip his pants, pulling them down just enough to get to his dick easily. Without hesitation she bent down and held it in one hand, while carefully wrapping her lips around the tip, starting to suck. With her other hand she pulled the young nurse to her side, making sure she could see everything.
The man groaned, groggy and sleepy, but the soft warm lips around his cock soon showed the desired effect. His shaft grew hard and long, soon standing proud and tall in his lap. He had a beautiful dick I thought, and Dr. Shelly seemed to enjoy it as well, taking it deeper than necessary. Finally, she let go of it with a *smack* and held it for the nurse.
"Go ahead now, try," she said to the young woman. Hesitantly, the nurse scooted over between his legs and pulled her hair back before gently inserting the head of the cock into her mouth. She was petite and thin, with long straight black hair, pale skin, large round eyes in a cute, round face and small, nicely curved lips. Looking at her, she seemed to have some slight asian features, but there was also something very familiar about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
The girl sucked mechanically, half out of cluelessness, half out of embarrassment. Not everyone was as quick to shed all civilizatory conventions as me and Bekah, I guess. Or the Doctor, at that, who soon grew impatient with her. "Okay," she sighed, "this could take a while, so let me show you a quicker way."
And with that she straddled the seat and pulled open her labcoat, again showing that she didn't wear anything underneath, not even the garter this time. From where I was I could get a nice view of her pussy, seeing it for the first time. The good doctor went to great lengths to sustain a certain level of personal grooming as she was shaved smooth all over. On top of that, a good half-dozen piercing rings lined her left outer labia, going all the way from her clit to the other end. Kinky.
She made the nurse hold the dick in place as she lowered herself down on it, sinking it into her twat with a sigh and a moan, closing her eyes. I could imagine how good a nice cock like that would feel, and so I wasn't surprised when she began to ride him with increasing enthusiasm. Soon, her ass slammed all the way down to his balls while the hard shaft gleamed wet from her sopping middle-aged cunt.
She rode him hard and fast while the guy barely moved, mumbling and groaning a little, his hands clenching clumsily in the restraints. The young nurse squatted between his legs, watching the whole spectacle calmly and obediently. After a few deep thrusts, Dr. Shelly whimpered shrill and stopped, catching her breath.
"G-get it out," she whispered hoarsely under her breath, bending over to give the nurse easier access. Not quite prepared for this, the girl looked around panicked, and then instinctively swooped her head forward, licking along the shaft and pulling the cock out of her pussy. Globs of white sticky cum oozed out of the wet gaping twat and the girl diligently sucked them into her mouth and swallowed, immediately getting a panicked look on her face and growing red.
