The Turning: Part Three

Halle dragged herself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom, head pounding like someone’d been kicking it all night. Flashbacks of that filthy dream kept hitting—her face buried between the very thighs of the woman who raised her. Who the hell dreams about eating out their foster mom? Every step made the headache worse, and her mouth felt like sandpaper. She hammered back three glasses of water, jaw clenched, trying to look human again. Downstairs, Sara paced in her tight bride-to-be getup, blaming everyone for this fucking retreat. The car ride was pure hell—Cassie glued to her window while Halle slouched in the back seat, wrecked, surrounded by crushed water bottles like a bum at a bus stop. When they finally swung onto the long driveway, an old stone mansion loomed into view. It looked haunted. Cassie was the first to notice Halle wasn’t moving, so she reached back and pulled the dazed girl out into the late sunlight. The door squealed open. A tall orderly in a surgical mask with a fresh bruise around her eye ushered them inside. No hello—just dead silence—then the flat-screen crackled and Doctor Elixor’s voice filled the foyer, sharp, sexy, totally in charge. She called them in one by one, promising Sara the “special” bridal package before the Orderly lifted Halle’s chin and shoved a reeking, wet pair of panties right against her nostrils. Halle barely breathed in—sweet and musky—and the world blurred black. The next thing Halle knew she was flat on a paper-covered exam table under bright lights, the Doctor’s tits swinging free as she leaned close, curiosity and hunger mixing in her eyes. Elixor prodded Halle’s slick folds, sounded impressed—patient zero, her masterpiece—and snapped to the Orderly to strip. Dr. Elixor swung one thigh over Halle’s face, grinding her glistening cunt down until Halle’s tongue was inside her. Every time Halle swallowed a mouthful of warm, briny pussy juice, her hips bucked; seconds later the Exam table shook as clear, high-pressure spurts burst out of her untouched cunt in long, stuttering arcs. The sample hit the floor in a wet slap. Dr. Elixor smiled, scooping the fluid into a vial. Halle lay gasping, cunt still twitching—patient zero, waiting for company.