There was pressure. Twopressures, though he could imagine it was on his chest, he couldn't besure. There was a sweet, female voice asking him question... in a cheerytone. If he was answering, he could not hear it.Finally, her bright, sunny smile became clear hovering strangely abovehim and upside down. Finally, her words made sense."Back to sleep for you, Sweety. We have our orders you know."And as he was falling once again into that deep, black never-endinghole, he could just make out or thought. She pulled the cooled coverlet off and spread the new one over him, squashing his hardened cock, giving it a pat. "There, much better?" She grinned and went to the monitor again.Peen settled in to watch some television as nurses and technicians came in and out. Whenever the room emptied for a while he was up and going through any closets and drawers that would open to him. He found some rolls of gauze at one point and did some juggling trying to slap one over his prick at the same time. They. Were excellent... no, they were outstanding."Consuela," he said finally, "if I've seen you before, I'm reasonably sure I would remember it. I'm not in the habit of forgetting beautiful women," he said with finality. None of his words gave any hint of anything but a serious answer to a serious question.Consuela colored slightly, both from his close examination of her before he spoke and the words he used."Well, it was only twice, and both were very quick," she said. "At the bank where your wife. Maybe being a Queen to that monster wouldn't be so bad after all? No! Snap out of it! But the Dragon King could read his mind. Telepathically the King laughed at him before broadcasting:“Don't worry James Robertson, you too will feel the pleasures of my cock. At least once a week for two thousand years. But, before you do, I have a gift for you!” The beast was really fucking Hannah brutally now. The woman took it all though, even pushing back to meet the invader. One of her hands rubbed her.