"I'm going to fill Baby Girl's pussy now," he growled into her ear.

"I'm going to shoot so much stuff into you that it comes out of your mouth."

"Do it Big Daddy," she groaned into the pillow.

"Fill your Baby Girl up!" At that moment, she felt herself begin yet another ascent into pleasure. It never ceased to amaze her how blessed out she could be with this hulk of a man.

"Here we go," he said, burying himself inside her and sending a gallon of goo into her personal paradise. Finally, when her greedy pussy had drained him of every drop, he collapsed off to the side.

"So, you wanna do that . . . thing?" he ask almost nervously.

She was grinning as she shook her head. But she rolled back on her shoulders and brought her knees all the way back until they were resting on either side of her head. She had always been flexible, and it allowed her to do certain things that normal girls couldn't.

Her pussy was just inches over her own mouth, and she clenched her vaginal muscles and forced his cum towards the surface, waiting as it dripped into her mouth. She waited until she had as much of it as she could, then took a loud, exaggerated swallow. She rolled over and gave him a salty kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Daddy," she murmured, then rested her head on his massive chest.

"You know, that whole 'fantasy' could be more fun if you would just dress up like a little girl sometime . . ."

“Keep dreaming," she said.

Jane was sitting in the wheelchair in the room she had slept. Talia had left her a flashlight, but she wasn't using it if she didn't have to. She didn't want to let anyone know she was awake quite yet.

‘How . . . how can they expect me to believe them?' she asked herself. 'And why do I seem to want to?' She bumped the flashlight with her hand and sent it tumbling to the floor. She reached for it out of instinct, but her midsection screamed out in pain and she fell out of the chair and onto the floor, causing her to cry out involuntarily. Within a few seconds, she heard the door open and was almost blinded by the light flooding into the room.

“What happened?" came Talia's voice as the woman came to Jane's side.

"I fell," Jane said, lying through a grimace.

Talia helped the girl back into the chair, lifting her off the ground with a tremendous amount of both strength and care. And even though she was being as gentle as possible, Talia could feel Jane trembling until physical contact was broken.

“Let's get you out somewhere where the electricity works and Arthur can have a look at you."

“No! I mean, I'm okay," Jane said, trying vainly to mask the pain in her voice.

"No, you're not. Listen, if you want to get better, you need to let us help you," Talia said, pushing the girl's chair out into the main room. For her charge's sake, she wheeled her to an isolated part of the upper platform, and then sent word for someone to get Arthur.

Jane was trembling when he arrived. She still had nothing on but her underwear, and her unease grew as Arthur approached. Her face blanched as he reached for the blanket draped over her body.

“Jane," he said as soothingly as possible, "I just need to see how the healing is going. It may be uncomfortable, but I won't do anything more than I have to."

“And I'll be right here beside you," Talia said.

“We just want you to feel better."

Jane tried to control her fear. She reminded herself again that if they wanted to do her harm, they could have easily done it by then.