Fucked For The Cure

I was very groggy when I first opened my eyes. I had to squint fiercely because the lights were so bright, but a command from a woman turned them down quite a bit. My head hurt. My body hurt. And it was taking me some time to even focus my eyes on everything around me. I knew I was in a fairly small room... laying on a bed. Machines around me were beeping and whirring softly.

"Mrs. Armbruster," a man's voice said. He was standing over me, wearing a white lab coat. "Mrs. Armbruster, can you hear me?"

I groaned and felt the dryness of my throat. What in the hell happened to me? Where was I?

"Yeah," I whispered. "I can heaw you." My lips and tongue felt swollen and I found it a little difficult to speak.

"Excellent!" he said, very happy. "Her cognitive functions and senses seem to be intact. This is incredible! I told them this would work, the fools!"

"Incredible, doctor," a female voice said, obviously excited. I lazily turned my head to the sound and saw a woman, dressed in blue scrubs, like a nurse, with a scarf wrapped around her head. I found the look odd and not typical of a nurse.

"Wha... whad happen do me?" I asked. I couldn't remember much of anything happening before waking up.

"Mrs. Armbruster, I'm Dr. Cornwallis. You were in an accident," the doctor said, coming closer to the table. He was a shorter man, with wispy grey hair on his balding head and thick, dark glasses. He was drooling with each sentence as if he could barely contain his excitement. "A terrible, terrible multiple car accident with two cars and a semi-truck. I'm sorry to say that you were... badly hurt."

"Oh... I... I don wemembah..." I held my head in my hands trying to remember.

"It's ok... oftentimes people don't remember things like that right away. But you're alive and we're taking good care of you. You're in very good hands."

"Wherw am I? In... in de hopital?"

"It's a private medical facility. But we're fully equipped to care for your needs, Mrs. Armbruster. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Pwivate... whad?"

"I have to tell you, Mrs. Armbruster, that this is an incredible occasion. You and I are going to be very famous for what we're doing here. And they *will* remember us..."

I was getting tired and my head was still groggy. I had no idea why this doctor was so excited, especially when I felt like shit.

"Whad...? Famoud?"

"First of all, Mrs. Armbruster, you are going to be instrumental in saving the lives of a lot of people. Thousands of lives. Hundreds of thousands of lives! I knew this procedure would..."

"Save wives? Doctor... please... I..." I was having trouble keeping up with him.

"Mrs. Armbruster, we are performing a radical medical experiment together. When we succeed we will be able to cure colorectal cancer, prostate cancer, breast cancer, and cervical cancer!" he said, ticking off the cancers on his fingers. "Imagine that! One point six million men and women die from these cancers every single year... and that will all be a thing of the past because of what we're doing right now, right here, today! But, no, those bureaucrats," he spat with disgust. "They said I couldn't do it. They said it wouldn't work. They were too blind to see the potential! So I had to take steps on my own to secure my own funding and secure my own facility, outside of their idiotic control."

My head was spinning from his enthusiasm and I had no idea what it had to do with me. How in the hell could I have anything to do with curing cancer? "Doctor... whad... whad does this have to do wid me?"

"Oh... I'm sorry. As you can tell I'm rather enthusiastic about our progress so far. Well," he said catching his breath and trying to slow down, "we have discovered antibodies that can identify and eradicate cancerous cells. Specifically targeting the malignant progression of those cells. We wanted to do more clinical trials but we had... trouble... with the details. You see, we've found that these antibodies develop particularly well in human female mammary glands."

"Cwinicaw twiahs...? Mammary gwands? Doctor, I...." What was he talking about?

"Breasts, Mrs. Armbruster. It grows best in women's breasts. We will grow the antibodies within the woman's breast milk," he continued excitedly, "harvest them, and then give them to cancer patients. In a matter of months the patients will be completely... 100%... cancer free. Forever! And quite possibly, we can create antibodies to attack all other cancers as well! Think how exciting, how radical this is!"

"Whoa," I said, my head finally becoming clear. "Bweasts...? You put something in my bweasts and now you'wa going to inject a needle into dem?"

"No, no," he interrupted me. "No needles, Mrs. Armbruster, don't you worry. This has all been very, very carefully planned out. Not only was I able to save your life, I've been able to increase the size of your breasts four fold. This will help produce a constant, large supply of antibodies. And your nipples have been expanded and are twice as sensitive now. They should provide constant positive stimulation."

I looked down to my chest and could see the bulges under the sheet. What the hell? I was definitely larger down there. Much larger!

He moved a finger to one of the two pointed protrusions on the top of my breasts and slid back and forth, making me tremble as the pleasure coursed through me. I'd never felt so much pleasure in all my life!

"Oh, fug," I moaned as the sensations washed over me.

"And I took the liberty of making all your erogenous zones extra sensitive... for you. A little enjoyment for your hard work to come." He giggled, enjoying telling me about his sexy gift.

The sheet seemed wet where it rest around my nipples. It had been a long time since I'd been pregnant, since I generated and leaked milk. And never this much. He pulled the sheet down, uncovering my chest. I couldn't believe the size of my breasts! I had to be a size... God... how do you even measure breasts that size??? They were so much bigger than the C-cup I used to be. And so firm! My nipples were hard and pointed, sticking out an inch. Whitish fluid was dripping continually from the tip. Fuck me!

"Wha de fuck?" I asked in shock.

"Oh... and you're... well... as you can probably feel, very lubricated now. With the extra sensitivity, you... constantly leak vaginal fluid."

He smiled, and licked his lips lewdly, obviously pleased with my breasts. I wondered if he'd ever touched a real woman in his life. But he swirled his finger over and around the wet nipple making me squirm and moan. Damn that felt so fucking good!

"We only need your natural bodily reaction to... harvest... the antibodies. I figure we can extract a good amount every hour or so once we get the entire operation running."

"Waid... I'm nod some fucking wab rat! My huband... my famwee wiw come wooking for me!" I screamed.

"Please calm yourself, Mrs. Armbruster. Please! No they won't come looking for you. You see, you've been considered dead for five years now. I'm sorry, but you died in that car accident. I can assure you that they received a very handsome insurance payout and have moved on with their lives. I believe your husband is engaged right now, as a matter of fact. Getting married to some yoga instructor I believe."

I was starting to get upset, starting to babble. But the doctor and nurse grabbed my wrists and held me down. They quickly put straps over my wrists, tying me to the bed.

"Mrs. Armbruster, relax and pay attention now. There's really nothing you can do. I was able to obtain your body and bring you back to life, eh... although not without some sacrifices. Your legs, for instance, they were completely crushed and unsalvageable. And you've been in a medically induced coma until today. For all intent and purposes Emmanuelle Armbruster is not alive to be rescued. But you should be happy you are indeed alive. You should be happy I've brought you back so that you can help me save millions of lives."

I was completely dumbfounded at the implications of my life. My husband... my family... they thought I was dead. They've moved on... without me.

"The reason I've brought you out of your coma, though, Mrs. Armbruster, is that right now we have to conduct a few tests to see how things are progressing. Nurse?"

I was startled when the nurse approached and her fingers encircled my breast with an almost loving touch. I was stunned and looked up at her. She wasn't even looking at my face. Her eyes were completely focused on that... those huge bulges on my chest with those giant nipples. Her hands gripped my breast, squeezing, and moving towards the nipple, pushing milk from the nipple. And that look on her face... it was... so wanton. She bit her lip as her hands moved to the bottom and started moving up again.

The pleasure hit me immediately and I groaned. "Whad... oh god... whad are you doin? Pwease... fuck!... don't..." I begged.

But they didn't stop, not even for a moment.

"I've never seen such huge nipples before," the nurse said softly. "She's so big and so responsive...." She leaned forward and licked it, sending a sudden shiver over me. "Mmm," she moaned. "Oh, that tastes so good." Then her mouth encased it as she sucked, milking it straight into her mouth. I was writhing on the bed beneath her, feelings of pleasure overwhelming me.

"Mrs. Armbruster, we don't have everything working quite yet, so right now we have collect the antibodies manually. Maybe some day we'll have our extractor completed, which will automate this procedure and collect the samples."

"Oh my god..." I moaned. This was incredibly intense as the nurse gave me the best tit-sucking of my life. I couldn't fight it. I looked down to see her sucking... to see her hands squeezing my breasts and my now incredibly huge nipples drooling... spilling milk over my chest and abdomen which she quickly licked up.

"I will admit, I think we'll all enjoy the manual method better, though," the doctor said. But I almost couldn't hear him any more. The pleasure was so intense, far better than anything I'd ever felt before. The nurse moved her hands faster and sucked hard, pulling the nipple far from my body. It was incredible!

I wanted to fight it. I wanted to think about my husband... my grandmother... my babies... tried to do anything to kill this pleasure and this desire to cum. But nothing I did worked. It was inevitable when I came just a few minutes later. I was groaning loudly as I felt my pussy spasm and leak. The nurse pressed a button and the table rotated, turning me upright as if I were standing. My breasts barely sagged at all. She grabbed a collection bottle and squeezed my breasts, forcing the milk into it. It must have been a full four cups of fluid from each breast that was captured. I'd never seen that much milk before! Certainly not out of my breasts!

The nurse handed the doctor the collection bottle and he held it up to examine the contents. "Your new breast size will mean your milk production will be much, much greater as you can see. I expect you'll have to express at least every hour to keep up with it." He leaned forward and began examining my nipples, touching them, squeezing them, moving they and my breasts this way and that, looking over every inch of them. "I have to say I'm very pleased with the results so far, Mrs. Armbruster. It appears that your new breasts held up very well and gave a superb specimen. Was that pleasurable enough for you?"

I was breathing heavily, still coming down from my orgasm as his question came through the foggy haze.

"Yeth, oh my god... I mean... no! No!" I said when I finally realized what was going on again.

"I'm sorry. I know that you might prefer a visual and auditory element for your pleasure." The doctor slid a headset from the chair up and over my eyes and adjusted it. I could still partially see what was in the room around me, but I could also see the screen in front of my eyes. The doctor adjusted the speakers by my ears as well. Then he moved to my side and placed a small remote control into my cuffed hand.

"There now. This remote will allow you to select any porn you would like to watch. We have an extremely extensive library to match any desire you might have. Feel free to watch at will. Especially if it helps you... pass the time. I think you'll find all this very enjoyable, if you give it a chance."

"Doctor... can I...?" the nurse asked, licking her lips, her hand touching my hip, moving closer to my pussy, obviously excited to do something else.

"Not quite yet. I need to analyze the sample first to make sure the antibodies are developing correctly. Then you can have a full session with her. You've certainly earned it."

The doctor pressed a button and the bed rotated again, laying me down. He started to walk away towards the door when he stopped and turned around. "By the way, Mrs. Armbruster, as a private facility with a rather large debt accumulated, I have invited 10 of my backers, men and women currently fighting cancer, to stay on the island and receive twice daily... uh... injections... for a week. Once they see the potential for radical healing, I'm sure many, many more will come for my cure. And my financial backing will soar! But we'll talk later, when you've absorbed all this. Try to get a little rest."

Both the doctor and the nurse exited the room, leaving me alone. I was trapped... tied to a large bed... held in some medical facility... on some island God-knows-where. No one was looking for me, nor would they ever. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I closed my eyes, trying to think, trying to find a solution.

I could feel my pussy pulsing below. Just the little breeze from the air conditioner was enough to make my nipples as hard as rocks again. I looked down at them... standing tall and drooling milk onto my breasts. Was this some kind of perverted sex dream? I wished I could have been able to slap myself in the face to see.

I turned on the headset wondering if there was something there for me to use. Maybe there was some portal I could use to get a message out... text... email... something. I had no idea to whom, but I had to do something. The screen immediately displayed scenes from various porn movies along with a little description. Menu options at the top let me search entries for different categories of porn... different models... or even descriptions. Other buttons gave me different categories themselves.

I thumbed through the various pictures and descriptions, just lazily browsing, and ended up selecting one out of boredom. And then... another. And then... another. Time held no meaning for me. It couldn't have been day or night, summer or winter. I had no idea. I just watched the movie clips that interested me and found myself feeling, of all things, horny. And with no way to help myself. My wrists were still bound tightly to the bed rails.

"Fuck," I whispered to no one.

Suddenly I heard a key in the door and it slowly opened. The nurse came into the room and turned to gently close the door. I heard the distinct click as she locked it. This felt... different. She turned towards me and smiled when she saw my very hard nipples and moved more into the room. I wondered if she blushed, because she reacted as if she did. She slipped her pants down and put them on the chair to the side, followed by her shirt and panties. I could tell that one of her breasts had been removed, probably due to breast cancer, and I imagined she wore the scarf on her head because of the chemo treatments.

"Whad... whad in de hell are you doing?" I asked.

"It's time for you to eat something," she said. "And, I'm your very first session." She moved beside the bed and pulled down a long tube from above that disappeared into the ceiling. I hadn't seen it before. The tubing appeared to have some sort of whitish liquid inside it. She moved it so that it hovered over my chest. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It looked like... like... some kind of fake cock or something. It was large for a normal cock, but its mushroom head and rubber ball sack beneath was unmistakable.

I felt the nurse unfasten my wrists from the bed and I rubbed my wrists. It felt good to be free, although I was still strapped to the bed. It wasn't like I could go anywhere anyway... my legs were gone.

"You'll need to suck the food from the tube," the nurse told me. "Like a straw. It's a composite of vitamins, minerals, proteins, carbohydrates, and fats perfectly proportioned for your health. Without much exercise, you don't need too much food."

Hungry, I grabbed the tube and pulled it closer. It was indeed shaped like a large cock. I frowned, closed my eyes, and shook my head at the audacity.

"Just put it in your mouth and suck. You can also use your hands to squeeze the tube and bring the solution to the tip. The more you suck and squeeze the tube, the more you can work it into your mouth. It has the general consistency of toothpaste so it takes a little work."

I had to admit, I was hungry. But this... this was... ridiculous. The nurse moved to the end of the bed and watched me. I reached up, grabbed the tube, and pulled it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the end and sucked. It was a strange sensation, though, different than anything I'd ever felt before. My lips seemed to easily seal around it and... they tingled, delightfully. And my tongue... it tingled pleasurably, too, as the phallic tube touched it. I felt a strong desire to lick it while I sucked. I almost felt like I could cum from that, too. What in the hell did they do to me?

As if reading my thoughts, the nurse said "The doctor injected lip filler, Botox or something, into your lips and surgically reformed them a little. And did a little of the same with your tongue. He also added some kind of sensitizer to them as well. He thought the clients would like the look better."

I was able to get a little of the pasty food from the tube and swallowed it. It tasted alright... maybe even good. "Bery nize of him," I said, sarcastically. I couldn't see myself, but I imagined I looked a lot like a blow-up doll, ready to suck cock on a moments notice.

I felt the nurse's hands lightly touch my abdomen and then move to the crease where my legs would normally meet with my torso. I didn't know where they had been amputated, but it appeared to be a little after the hip. She licked her lips nervously as she looked down... right at my... vagina.

"You know the doctor... he really worked some wonderful extras on you. He made you... pretty damn irresistible." I'd never been intimate with a woman before and had never, ever had one this close to my vagina. I certainly had never had a woman drooling over it.

I could feel her thumbs slide over my bush. I usually kept it trimmed well and I shaved, keeping my labia bare. I liked the look and feel and so did my husband. Her thumbs moved over my clit softly, one after the other, up and down, making me moan loudly and making my body shake.

"Fug!" I yelled excitedly, pulling my lips from the tube. The nurse smiled, but didn't look up at me. She was enjoying the pleasure such a simple move gave me. And she did it again, making my body react almost as forcefully. God my pussy was incredibly sensitive!

She sat on a seat of some sort at the end of the bed, her face now a foot from my crotch, as her fingers continued to explore my extremely sensitive folds. She never took her eyes from my pussy. I felt it pulse with need... with desire. I was so wet. And just touching it made it even more so.

"Fuck! He truly made you a goddess," she whispered shaking her head in amazement. "The bonus I get is that because of my disease I haven't had sex in... a long, long time. This will definitely be a treat for me." She moved forward and lightly licked my pussy, each lick ending at my clit as her tongue increasingly slid deeper into my folds. "Oh fuck, that tastes amazing."