Chapter 1

The first time Dan Banner heard about the Hillhaven Sanitarium was on a Monday in April--from his editor at the city desk of the Beavertown Bugle. Mort Butterman-- the editor--was not a man given to wild speculation, but recently he'd been hearing rumors about something funny going on at the private mental health facility, just a few miles out in the country. Young men were going in for "stress therapy" (whatever that was), but few--if any-- ever came back out.

"Yeah, I've heard about that place," Dan said; "I've seen their ads on TV."

"I'm not surprised; I did a little digging, and all their ads appear during football games, swimsuit specials--that kind of thing. The 18-30, male demographic."

Dan smiled, weakly. He was 30 years old, and certainly male.

"Well, I do like those nurses they've got," Dan said, recollecting one of the candy-stripers from the TV spot. Between her super-pneumatic breasts and white platform sandals, she looked like something right out of an adult movie.

"I'm sure you do," Butterman said; "that's why I'm sending you to check the place out."

"This could be rough; interviewing beautiful nurses..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Pausing at the paper's reference desk, a few minutes later, Dan wasn't terribly surprised that they didn't have much on the Hillhaven Sanitarium. The current owner was a 46-year old woman named Claire Pratt, who was also a certified Marriage and Family Counselor, but there wasn't much more on file about her; the only story on file about her concerned her purchase of the sanitarium two months earlier.

So Dan called out to the sanitarium and reached a cheerful girl named Suzie--the receptionist. She regretted that Ms. Pratt was not available, but suggested that the head nurse could give him a tour of the facility herself. Thus, with visions of candy-stripers dancing in his head, Dan drove out to the sanitarium and was not at all disappointed.

For a start, Suzie was a hot looker--a blond with short hair and huge boobs, rather tightly stuffed into her pink tube dress. For a moment, Dan was disappointed that she couldn't serve as his tour guide, but then an even hotter girl showed up--the head nurse.

Like Suzie, this girl looked like she might have stepped right out of a porno feature; wide in the hips and bosom, she had legs that seemed to go on forever, thanks to her super-short uniform, and the shiny white platform sandals on her feet. With a heart-shaped face, big blue eyes and long blonde hair, she was almost disturbingly beautiful.

"Hello, Mr. Banner," she said cheerfully, extending a hand; "I'm Jennifer, the head nurse."

Yeah, I'll bet you are, Dan thought, staring at her full red lips as he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said; "I was hoping for a tour of your facility..."

"Well, I'd be glad to show you around," Jennifer said, turning as if to lead him into the sanitarium. Before she got going, however, she "accidentally" dropped her clipboard, and Dan was stunned when she bent over right in front of him to pick it up; despite himself, Dan found himself looking right at her sexy black panties--and getting a serious boner.

"Oops," Jennifer said. "Clumsy me."

In fact, Jennifer appeared to very clumsy. She did lead Dan into the sanitarium, but she soon dropped her key ring (obliging her to bend over again), and then--when Dan paused to look in one the patient's rooms--she spun around and 'accidentally' pressed her boobs up against his chest.

It was nearly enough to take his mind right off the four figures in the room--three comatose men about his age, and another sexy nurse taking notes on a clipboard.

"Hello, Sally," Jennifer said to the pretty redhead.

"Jennifer," the redhead replied, with a cheerful smile.

Jennifer then guided Dan away from the door--presumably to keep from disturbing the occupants--but Dan couldn't help but wonder why three seemingly healthy young men would all be unconscious like that in the middle of the day--even if this was a sanitarium.

"Were those all patients?" Dan asked.

Jennifer nodded.

"They looked pretty out of it; were they drugged... ?"

"No, they're just resting. They've had a lot of ... uh ... physical therapy."

Dan could only imagine what that "therapy" might be, but he kept his speculation to himself as Jennifer continued to show him around. It appeared that the sanitarium was basically a large square shape with two main corridors leading back to a sun deck and veranda. Most of the interior doors were closed, but Dan did catch sight of IV stands, an electroencephalograph and other legitimate medical equipment, so--staffed as the place was with incredibly hot-looking woman--it did appear to be a real sanitarium.

"I don't see any doctors," Dan noted, walking past the windows looking out on the sun deck.

"Miss Pratt is a qualified MFC," Jennifer replied; "she supervises all our therapy."

Dan frowned, darkly. There was definitely something odd about this place, but what was there to hang a story on? Beyond the obvious titillation factor, of course.

Then, suddenly, Dan's eye lighted on a strange black door. Unlike the other doors--which all were numbered-- this had no number, but did have a very nice shiny finish.

"What's in there?" Dan asked, stopping before the door.

"Oh, I can't tell you that."

"I can assure you confidentiality."

Jennifer just giggled, prancing up the corridor to another door and opening that instead. As she made a point of bending over when she did so--flipping up the back of her uniform and flashing her panties--Dan found himself once again fighting down a raging hard-on.

"Come here," Jennifer said, gesturing for him to follow, "and I'll show you something."

Dan sighed, moving to follow.

"What's in here... ?"

He found out a moment later; there was a single hospital bed in the room--unoccupied at the moment--and Jennifer, unbuttoning her uniform to flop out her gorgeous tits.

"Holy shit... !" Dan said.

"Do you like my boobies?" Jennifer asked, hefting the awesome orbs.

"Look," Dan said, awkwardly shifting his legs around his boner, "I don't want to make any trouble--I'm just trying to do my job here. Is there any chance I could maybe speak with one of your patients... ? Maybe one that's awake... ?"

"No, they all have to rest," Jennifer said; "but I'll tell you what we can do."

"What's that?"

Jennifer leaned in close to Dan to whisper in his ear.

"We can fuck, if you want to."

Although Dan knew better--and he was a little suspicious- -he wasn't about to pass up a hot piece of tail like Jennifer. Thus, he followed her to the bed (closing the door behind them) and-- after Jennifer slipped off her dress--he happily sucked on her 38 triple D-cup breasts. Then Dan ate out her creamy wet (and nicely shaven) pussy before letting her return the favor on his dick.

"Shouldn't you be doing your rounds or something?" he asked, as Jennifer slurped on his seven-incher.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Jennifer replied, crawling up on the bed until she was kneeling over Dan's cock, then sinking her slippery hole down onto his shaft. Dan gasped, feeling her tightness, then held her hips to guide her downward--until he was buried up to his nuts inside her. Adjusting to his penetration, Jennifer grimaced slightly, shifting her hips, then happily started grinding away on top of him.

"Oh, that's a yummy cock," Jennifer purred, several minutes later; "you want to cum for me? You want to squirt your sperm in my tummy... ?"

Although he tried to hold off, Dan realized it was a losing fight; between her bouncing breasts, her pretty face, and her clutching cunt, Jennifer soon had him up against the edge of his climax. And fighting it just made it bigger when it did come--a pulsing surge of sperm that splashed against her womb, followed by another, and another, and another.

"You greet all your visitors this way?" Dan asked.

"Only if they're handsome," Jennifer purred, leaning forward to kiss Dan, and let his cock slip out of her cunt, "and hung like a horse. Now hurry up and get hard again, so we can fuck some more."

By the time Dan was done with Jennifer--having fired his fifth and sixth cum-loads of the day in her pussy--it was getting toward dusk, and he stumbled toward his car with a vague sense of disappointment; despite a lot of good sex, he still didn't know much about the sanitarium. So he went back the next day-- determined to ask Jennifer some serious questions--and wasn't there five minutes before he was banging her in the front-office restroom.

In fact, the sex went on for a week before Dan--half- unconscious in his utterly-unkempt apartment--took a grumpy call from his editor on Friday morning. Dan hadn't filed his story yet--and hadn't even checked in at the paper for a week. "I don't want to threaten you, Dan," Mort Butterman said, "but if I don't have your story on my desk by Monday, you're fired."

For a long moment, Dan pondered whether he would rather have his job or Jennifer's pussy. It was a near thing, but--once he was dressed, and had a few cups of coffee-- he had his self-respect back.

In fact, he hadn't been entirely lazy between his fuck sessions with Jennifer; from Jennifer's desk, he'd managed to lift the cell phone number of the elusive Ms. Pratt, and he finally called it directly from his car, parked on the roadside near the sanitarium.

"Ms. Pratt," Dan said, "I don't know if you know me, but my name is Dan Banner, and I'm a reporter from the Beavertown Bugle. I've been trying to reach you, but your receptionist tells me you're always out..."

"Actually," Claire Pratt replied, "I do know who you are. My head nurse has told me all about you."

Dan lifted an eyebrow, not sure what to make of that.

"Is there any chance I could speak with you in person?" Dan asked.

"Well, I'm here now," Claire said. "Why don't you come in?"

"How do you know I'm nearby?"

"Well, Mr. Banner, I can see your car outside my window."

"Oh, right."

A few minutes later, Dan walked through the front doors of the Hillhaven Sanitarium and into the reception area, where--once again--he met Suzie. As cheerful as ever, she politely ushered him right in to see Miss Pratt in her office.

From the very first sight of Claire Pratt, Dan knew he was in trouble. Although he didn't like to share the fact--for fear of seeming a bit odd--he had a thing for shapely older women, and Miss Claire Pratt scored on both counts. Miss Pratt might be called plump, but the extra pounds were in all the right places. She had magnificent tits--huge and full--that seemed to strain the half bra clearly visible through her low-cut smock, and her fabulous hips were also plain to see when she stood up to greet him.

In fact, Dan had to steel himself from looking down at Claire's bare legs--or her slightly-pudgy feet, propped up in strappy black sandals with 4-inch heels--when he shook her hand. But it was nearly as distracting to look into her deep brown eyes; indeed-- between her pretty round face, full red lips and tousled mane of shoulder- length brown hair--she could have been a model.

"I'm so pleased to meet you," Claire said; "won't you sit down?"

Only if you'll sit on top of me, Dan thought--although he kept the thought to himself. Taking the offered seat on the couch opposite the desk, he watched as Claire returned to her own seat-- watching that fabulous ass, and those powerful thighs--and he could only imagine the kind of vulva hiding just a few inches above the hem of her smock. In fact, it worried him what she might have planned for him; if she did put the make on him, how could he possibly resist?

Unfortunately for Dan's composure, there was no front to the desk, so he was stunned to find himself staring right at Claire's naked slit a moment later. She was shaved just like Jennifer, but her pussy was in a class by itself, with the most perfect labia Dan had ever seen-- fleshy-pink and curled like the petals of a flower, beneath a clitoris the size of his thumb.

"Miss Pratt," Dan said, training his gaze on the relatively less provocative region between Claire's boobs and groin, "I want to be frank with you. My paper has received information suggesting a pattern of suspicious behavior--if not outright abuse--toward patients here. There don't appear to be any doctors, and all the patients I've seen look like they're in a stupor; I can only assume they're drugged."

"Now, now, Mr. Banner, why don't you just call me Claire? As for what you've seen, I can only say that I'm a professional, and I know what I'm doing."

"So what are you doing?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that. In fact, you'd have been better off if you'd just let Jennifer fuck you, and kept your nose out of our business."

"What--?" I said; "you know about Jennifer and me... ?"

"Well, I know you've been boffing her at least two or three times a day. But then again, I'm the one who had her seduce you in the first place. I was hoping she'd keep you busy, so you wouldn't have time to look around much." Dan had to admit, if that was the plan, it was pretty good; the only reason he was there with Claire Pratt-- instead of fucking Jennifer--was because of his editor.