Chapter 8

Jason's world was consisting of either black outs from the pleasurable pain of orgasms, or the waking moments before the orgasm hit his central nervous system.

Several times, when he came to, Jason felt his body covered with women's cum from head to toe. His mouth was covered with either a pussy or another woman's mouth. Tongues were licking his skin wherever a pussy wasn't licking it.

He felt women's bodies pressing all around him. He could even hear and feel the breathing of the women that he was laying on top of.

Finally, on one occasion he was conscious, he opened his eyes. It took all of his strength to open them with all the female cum that had coated his face and dried up, sealing his eyes. He looked into the face of the original succubus, and saw the most beautiful smile spread across exquisite features.

"Master, good," she said. "You survived. It is unbelievable that you should have survived that assault, but I was unable to control so many at one time. I will do better next time."

Jason tried to move, but found his body was too sore. He moaned with the action, and the succubus frowned.

"Don't move. You have been deeply drained by your encounter. You will need your human medical assistance. They are on the way now."

Jason heard the sirens in the background and lay still. His vision was beginning to become blurry. Then there was nothing to see anymore.

"Mr. Maurice."

A soft, feminine voice was entering the black void from a great distance. Jason couldn't see where it was coming from.

"Mr. Maurice," said the voice. "You need to wake up, sir."

Jason started to focus on the voice and get to where it was. He knew it was his way to freedom from the void.

"Come on, Mr. Maurice. Come back to us. Open your eyes."

There was a smart idea, Jason thought to himself. He tried to open his eyes, expecting them to be stuck closed again, like they were before.

"That's it, Mr. Maurice," continued the voice. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Jason's eyes slowly opened. The room was dark, and he quickly recognized it as a hospital room.

"Mr. Maurice, do you know where you are?" asked the voice.

"H ... hos ... hospital," he croaked. His throat was very dry, and his body ached all over.

"That's right, sir. You are in the hospital. Do you know what happened? What caused you to be here?"

"Don't remember," he replied. "Thirsty."

He heard some scuffling and saw a figure moving around in the dark room. The shadowy form moved closer to his bed and brought a cup with a bendable straw close to his mouth.

"Just sip," the woman's voice said. "You need to drink slowly, and let your stomach get used to having something in it again."

Jason took a pull on the straw and felt the water touch his tongue. It was room temperature, but it was perfect for him right now. He wanted to drain the whole cup in one drag from the straw, but he did as the voice told him.

After a couple of sips, Jason forced himself to stop drinking and used his tongue to push the straw out of his mouth.

"Who are you?" he asked the shadow, as it pulled the cup away from him.

"My name is Nurse Chelsea, Jeanne Chelsea," said the voice. "I've been helping to take care of you this past week."

"Week?" Jason asked.

"Yes," Nurse Chelsea said. "You've been sleeping for a week now. The police will want to talk with you when you are feeling up to it. They are curious about the incident at the club you were found at. Do you remember anything about it?"

"Yes," Jason said. Memories of the women writhing around him, caressing his body and the sexual encounter rushed through his mind; and he tried to keep his erection from rising. It was no use, however, and the stiffness continued to grow in his groin.

"Oh my," Nurse Chelsea said. Her voice sounded concerned.

Jason looked down his prone body and saw what she was seeing. The sheet and heavy blanket covering his body was showing a bulge in his crotch.

"I'm surprised that is happening after the rumors of what you went through at the club," Nurse Chelsea said. "I would have thought it was impossible for you to get an erection after all the sex you had."

"I'm surprised I'm still alive," Jason said. His eyes were starting to adjust better to the dark areas of the room and he could see the nurse sitting close to the foot of his bed.

"So was the EMT's that brought you in," she said. "They are friends of mine and they said they had to move at least 20 women's bodies off you. Forgive me, but they even said that one of the women still had your penis inside her ... um, pussy; and another woman had your balls in her mouth."

Jason's dick twitched at the thought of the sexual contact, causing the nurse to exclaim "Oh!"

"I'm sorry about this," he said, reaching for the button to raise the head of his bed. After rising it up some, he looked at his bulging blanket and then back at the nurse. "I can't seem to control it anymore."

"I see what my friends were talking about," said Nurse Chelsea. "They said you were larger than average, but I didn't expect you to be this big."

Jason saw that she was still staring at his crotch. Her arm closest to the bed was now resting on the edge, her hand close to his leg.

"Are you okay, Nurse Chelsea?" Jason asked.

"I'm fine," she said, in a voice huskier than what she was using earlier. "Call me Jeanne."

Jason then started to hear someone whispering in the room. The quiet voice was coming from one of the really dark corners. He couldn't tell what it was saying, but the sound of it seemed to be having an affect on Jeanne.