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Passion for Poison
...or the Case of the Phantom Pharmacist

Detective McBrian was often called "Frigid Bridget" behind her back.
They said she ought to see a doctor, but surely they didn't mean the
Phantom Pharmacist.

NOTE: I'm pretty sure this story includes the first ever example of
medicinal bukkake. I hope you enjoy it.


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Passion for Poison
(MF, drug, bond, nc, FM, FM+, bukkake)

By: Punchinello



Pine Hills, Oregon, 1968

"Semen," Laudeman said.

"In her vagina?" asked McBrian.

"Vagina, stomach... traces in the mouth, of course." Laudeman closed
his notepad and leaned against the car.

Detective Bridget McBrian tried not to let her partner see her
shudder. Images of the pretty corpse with the purple discoloration in
her fingers and lips flashed in her mind. She brushed it off as she
brushed back her thick, dark hair and looked around the little town of
Pine Hills.

"So he drugged her, raped her, forced her to... you know." McBrian
shot him a look. Laudeman shrugged. He was always shrugging around his
female partner, never as comfortable as he would be with a man. "You
know.... The stomach contents."

"Unless a girl's had her teeth knocked out, there's no way to force
her to take it and swallow." Laudeman visibly cringed. He wasn't about
to suggest the girl sucked her killer's cock for kicks. "He coerced
her," McBrian said. "That means there's something else going on
here... more about control than about strength."

"Okay.... Anyway, then he poisoned her--quite a black bag he must
carry. They're calling him the 'Phantom Pharmacist' in the lab."

"Poisoned her with what?"

"What? Oh..." Laudeman went back to his notes. "They-- They don't know
yet."

McBrian started to walk away, toward a little park "I'm going for a
walk."

"Hey," Laudeman stopped her. "Don't crack up on me...." It wasn't just
a mental checkup; it was a threat. Laudeman would sell her out in a
minute; he'd be a hero to a lot of the others if he got the first and
only woman kicked off the homicide squad.

"I'm not gonna crack up on you." Bridget straightened her suit. The
department insisted she wear a suit just like the male detectives,
although she certainly didn't wear slacks. Her skirt was not as short
as the minis and micro-minis becoming so popular with the college
bimboes, but it certainly showed her trim legs. And her blouse was a
fashionable blue print, open just enough to show she had real tits.
Not that she used them for any kind of gain. She was so standoffish
with the other cops that they called her "frigid Bridget." They were
all potential rapists, in her feminist mind.

Bridget stopped short. The "Phantom Pharmacist" nickname had given her
an idea. Directly across the street from the park, between her and the
wooded spot where the body was recovered, was a row of shops--the tail
end of the little town's main street--that included a drug store. She
decided to talk to an actual pharmacist. Laudeman didn't even notice
her passing back behind him again to cross the street.



Ding-ding, went the little bell above the door as Detective McBrian
walked in. It was quite a small shop, even for a small town drug
store. A handsome man in a pharmacist's white coat looked up from a
thick three-ring binder full of papers. "Can I help you?"

She flashed her badge. " We're investigating a homicide in the area--"

"Oh, I heard about that," he interrupted.

"It appears that the victim was poisoned and that she was probably
drugged before she was... violated." He gave her an odd look, a look
that seemed to pierce her. She knew that look, though. It was the one
a man gives a woman when he stops looking at her as just another
person doing her job and starts looking at her as an object--a sex
object.

"What do you mean 'drugged'?" He asked. "You mean like chloroform on a
rag or like some kind of injection?"

"Probably chloroform... or ether... something like that."

The pharmacists waved her around the counter and into the back. He
looked over the various bottles and jars on the shelves, neatly
stacked and labeled. "I don't happen to have any ether," he said, "but
the thing about chloroform and ether both--" He opened a bottle. "--is
that it doesn't last long on a rag. It would evaporate in less than a
minute. Smell that." He offered the open bottle of chloroform. It was
somewhat sweet but with a clinical scent, strong but not unpleasant.
"Did you smell anything like that on the body? Or in the area? Do you
have a suspect that you could search his house?"

"No," Bridget said, turning away from the overwhelming odor. "Thank
you for your--" She started back around the counter, but his timing
was precise. He had doused the rag the moment she turned away and
caught her now by the middle, pinning one arm with his and reaching
under her breasts to grab the other. He pressed the white cotton rag
hard against her mouth and nose, making her gasp at his speed and
strength, gasp for air but find only the sickly sweet, medicinal scent
of the chemical. She tried to hold her breath, but he jammed a knee in
the small of her back, making her gasp again, and buckling her knees.
She kicked over the chloroform bottle. He dragged her back, deeper
into the storeroom behind the pharmacy counter. Bridget's mind was
flooded with panic; she struggled against the man's strong grasp,
flailed for a weapon of any kind, pulling papers and bottles of pills
of the shelves and counter tops. Her snub-nose .38 revolver came out
of her shoulder holster and clattered to the wooden floor.

But the pharmacist held her firmly and pulled her well into the dim
storeroom. There, a large iron ring in the floor gave the man access
to a trap door, which he flung open. Then, Bridget's bright eyes
dimmed, and the chloroform covered her in darkness.



When she awoke-- was it a few minutes? was it hours? --the hazy veil
lifted slowly. Bridget felt her limbs moving of their own accord; felt
a tight grip on her wrists, her ankles; felt a chill down her spine.
She lifted her eyelids languidly to find the man--the Phantom
Pharmacist--had stripped off his white coat and now worked in his
street clothes. He had tied her securely at the ankles and wrists with
cords that went up and over metal pipes and down again to heavy
weights that hung off the floor. Her limbs were therefore suspended,
constantly in tension, pulled apart by the iron weights.

Slowly, Bridget began to perceive what was happening. The man had
stripped off most of her clothing. She wore nothing but her panties
and her open blouse. Her brassiere lay on the floor behind him, cut in
two. The policewoman remembered now coming to once--or was it
twice?--before and finding him stripping her, grinning to himself,
fondling her bare breasts, threatening her with her own pistol. But
then he snatched up the chloroform again and give his rag another dose
to apply to her struggling form.

Even now, he was reaching for the bottle, but she realized now the rag
was bound against her mouth and nose by a necktie. The pharmacist only
had to drip chloroform over the rag from the bottle. As the room began
to swim again, Bridget heard her tormentor muttering, "Let's get these
panties off you. Then we'll have some real fun."

Her limbs ached, her back hurt, and now Bridget felt the dull,
drug-muted horror of seeing her panties slit with a surgical scalpel,
coming away in pieces, exposing her dark bush to the monster before
her. The pharmacist put away the scalpel and kneeled down between
Bridget's open thighs. She struggled wanly at her bonds, but the
weights tugged her legs open again despite every effort.

"Please, stop," Bridget finally murmured through the muffling rag,
still drifting in and out of consciousness.

"I bet they all look at you like some sweet honey," the pharmacist
said. "I bet they drool over those perfect titties and wish they could
get into those panties. But they haven't got the guts to just cut them
off, do they?" His eyes were like burning embers. They seemed to light
his face from within.

"No," she answered languidly.

"Oh, you're gonna like this," he said. "Aren't you, honey? I bet you
need this bad, all tied up in that suit." His tongue flashed suddenly
and lashed at her tender pink pussy lips. The shock of it made the
woman convulse.

The slim brunet twisted and gasped, only breathing in more of the
chloroform. "Unh!" she moaned. "Mmmph! Uh!" His tongue was maddening;
she couldn't believe how pleasurably it was. Her head swam with the
twisted mix of pleasure and pain in her body.

The pharmacist ignored his pretty captive's struggles and concentrated
on teasing the pink flower spread before him. He licked and sucked the
delicate flesh, lapping at her clit and tasting the sex that oozed
from her delicate hole. "You like it? You like it, you little slut?"

"Yes! Unh! Yes! Oh!" she gasped and moaned, the haze parting slowly, a
powerful carnal urge building deep inside her. She was being tortured
in the most exquisite way and losing all control. Her nearly naked
body was strung out, helpless, drugged, captive, aching, and seduced
now into the throes of a thundering orgasm like she had never
experienced before. All the repressed feelings--dirty, sleazy, sordid
desires--that she'd kept hidden for so long came to the surface. The
release was like a flood, a rolling wave of shuddering pleasure
rushing through her, gushing out her sloppy wet pussy and soaking her
captor's tongue.

"You hot little whore! You're loving it!" He jammed his finger into
her hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb, making her shake and
groan even more. He watched her breasts shimmy and moved to give them
a squeeze.

Bridget was lost in the hazy moment of pleasure and agony. "Oh yes!"
With a wicked grin, her torturer reached for the chloroform bottle
again and dribbled it on the rag strapped to her face. Her chest
heaved, and her lungs sucked in another breath of chloroform. The
spasms had not yet faded when darkness overcame her again.



The clink of bottles echoed lightly off the cinder block walls of the
cellar. It brought focus to Bridget, as did the bare light bulb that
hung from the ceiling at the far end of the narrow room. "It's my turn
now," said the pharmacist. He took the chloroform rag off his pretty
captive, fluffed her thick brunet tresses, and laid rag on his rough
work table.

"What?" the haze was lifting slowly now, her heavy lids creaking open.
"Where are my clothes?" She was still naked except for her blouse,
which still lay open to expose her bare breasts. Her limbs ached
desperately, but straining at them didn't help.

"I hung that suit up with the others." His words hung in the air
before her: "the others." The victim they had found the wooded area
behind the drug store--not more than a few hundred yards away--had
been nude. Had there been others? How many? If she could only turn to
look, she might have seen a half dozen young women's outfits hung on
wooden cutouts of the female form in his dark little cellar and, last
among them, hers.

He turned to her with a leering eye. He held a syringe. 'It's my turn
now.' The words echoed in her swimming mind: the poison. This was how
he got them to suck him off... blackmail for the antidote.

"This is tetrahydrophenol dihypochlorinate, THD," he said. "It has
industrial uses, but to humans it's a slow poison." The words chilled
her to the bone. "Do you know what the only known antidote is?"
Bridget's mind stumbled through a labyrinth, searching in vain for an
answer. "Human sperm," he said.

Human sperm.

Bridget snapped to a higher state of consciousness. Already he was
taking her arm, finding a vein. "Wait," she pleaded. "Stop."

"Oh, my little dish," he said condescendingly. "This is my favorite
part." He pierced the skin, pushed the needle home, and depressed the
plunger. He slid it out cleanly and set it aside, still holding his
thumb on the helpless woman's vein. "They don't believe it at first.
They beg for me to let them go. But they die if they don't get enough
sperm inside them."

"Oh my God, it's true."

He laughed. "It may take a couple of hours. But you'll know when it's
too late-- you'll get the shakes and start vomiting, and it just gets
worse and worse until you're bleeding from every orifice, you die."

"Please don't do this," Bridget begged. The images of the pretty young
girl in her tattered, bloody blouse flashed in her mind.

"It's too late, sugar," he smiled, his eyes glinting with cruelty.
"It's already inside you. The only thing you should beg for now is my
semen. You've got to have it in every hole.... And you've got to have
a couple of ounces, so you'd better get sucking." He opened his
trousers and released his bulging manhood, already thick and
half-hard.

"Please give it to me," she begged. "Please stick it... b-- between my
legs."

"Oh, no, no honey. I want you to taste the first one." He stroked it
in his hand, grinning with self-satisfaction. "You're gonna suck it
good and swallow it down. Have you ever sucked a man's spunk before?"

"No," she said truthfully. "But give it to me, please. I don't want to
die." She opened her mouth and took it in hungrily. It was hot and
thick and quickly became a rigid pole in her mouth, filling her. He
ran his hands through her hair and along her jaw.

"Suck it," he muttered. "Oh, yeah, suck it." he reached down and
squeezed her breast, pinched the nipple hard, making her wince, but
still she kept sucking. She didn't know if his tale was really
true--if ingesting enough of his semen would counteract the
poison--but she knew she had to do something to try to escape. Already
she was formulating a plan.

The pharmacist began pumping into her mouth, his cock like a piston,
fucking her small, red mouth like a cunt. Bridget gagged, choked; she
could hardly take the thick member more than halfway, and now he was
jamming it down her throat.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned. "Oh yeah, fuck! Don't stop, you little slut!
Don't! Oh, don't stop!" The come started to rumble in his balls. The
lady cop was helpless, squirming, naked, and sucking his dick for all
she was worth. She used her tongue on the underside, sucked and
release, waiting for that first hot blast of jism.

At last it came, a thick jet of warm semen, spurting down her throat
as the pharmacist jammed his meat into her mouth one last time.
Bridget gagged and coughed, but swallowed anyway, taking his slippery
sperm wad down into her stomach.

"Untie my hands, please," she begged immediately. "Please; I can
stroke you with my hands while I suck you. Please let me suck you
again."

Her tormenter laughed. "I'll untie your hands alright," he said. "But
I'm gonna fuck your pussy next. Isn't it just aching for a big, hard
cock too?"

"Oh yes!" the naked girl gushed. "Oh yes please! Oh, your tongue was
so wonderful, I'd love to have your big dick inside me too."

But the moment her hands were loose, as aching and pained as they
were, and the pharmacist had tuned away, Bridget did what few other
victims might have had the guts to do. She reached out and grabbed her
tormentor by the balls.

The howl that burst out of his lungs was tremendous, agonized,
echoing. Bridget jerked and squeezed, punishing his delicate testicles
and punching his penis at the same time. He writhed and tried to pull
away, he tried to hit her in the face, but his blows narrowly missed
or glanced off. He fell to his knees and keeled over, finally released
from her grasp, and began to sob and cup his balls gingerly.

Bridget went to work on cords holding her legs and quickly got one
untied. That allowed her to stand--weakly--and snatch the straight
razor from the work table to cut the other leg down. She grabbed the
vial of poison and not looking back, not even going back for her
slashed clothes or her gun, Bridget McBrian rushed up the little
staircase and threw back the trap door.

Fresh air struck her like an arctic wind, and the bright lights made
her cover her eyes and stumble toward the drug store door, still in
nothing but her open blue blouse. Outside, the air was fresher still,
and breezy. The policewoman staggered out into the street, stopping
traffic and prompting squeals from people who saw her, nearly naked,
bruised, hair tousled, staggering like a drunk. But only across the
street was the car and Laudeman with it, drinking a bottle of soda
pop. His jaw hung open in disbelief, but his arms opened.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"He got me," she babbled. "He caught me and had me in his cellar. Take
me to a hospital, fast!" She jerked open the car door and scrambled
inside.

"Jesus, Larry, Curly, and Moe," Laudeman muttered. "Are you hurt? Is
the guy still in there?"

"Yes!" she screamed, shoving the bottle in his face. "Come on!
Please-- We have to get to a hospital! He poisoned me!"



After tearing off like thieves, Laudeman and his sobbing partner went
over the details. He was shocked and stunned to hear of the torture
and mind games, the needles and drugs, and foul sex acts. "He's some
kind of animal!" He got on the radio and called for squad cars to race
to the drug store.

Then she told him about the antidote.

"Jesus, are you serious? You believe that?"

"Only the doctors can tell us. But-- in the meantime...."

"What? Oh! Oh, holy sh--" She was already pulling open his trousers.
He wasn't hard, of course, although seeing his lovely partner naked,
begging for his help--for his semen--was working wonders. "Oh, yeah,"
he muttered as she pulled it out and stroked it gently.

Bridget ran her tongue over her partner's stubby knob and pulled open
his trousers further to stroke his balls. She had never watched a man
grow from flaccid to fully erect before, had hardly had sex that
wasn't a quick and clumsy grope in the dark. Now she watched in wonder
as her mouth made Greg Laudeman grow into a throbbing rod of need. She
licked around the purple head and tongued the sensitive underside,
making him shudder and moan.

"I-- I've gotta pull over," he stammered.

"No! No, please! Greg, you've got to keep driving. I don't have much
time!" She looked up at him with pleading eyes, heavy breasts hanging
under her, saliva and pre-come hanging on her lip. "Please come in my
mouth," she whispered.

That did it.

The semen throbbed in his balls, and Bridget plunged down again onto
his meaty cock. She jacked it like a jackhammer, sucked like a skin
diver sucking an air hose, licked it like ice cream, even moaning
loudly as she went down on him, vibrating the sensitive head. He slid
his hand under her blue print blouse and caressed her bare back.

The hospital loomed in the distance. "We're almost there," Laudeman
groaned. His balls were throbbing, readying their heavy load, making
him pant and grip the steering wheel, run a red light and not care.
"Unh! Oh! Unh! Suck it!" he gasped. "Here it comes!"

Bridget seized the whole prick in her mouth as far as she could take
it. The hot fluid spurted the back of her throat. She sucked for all
she was worth, swallowing every glob, her saliva mixing in a gooey
mess all over his thick, red cock. She licked it all off, up and down
the shaft, even as they pulled into the emergency room drive.



They got Bridget into an emergency exam room, the nurses covering her
awkwardly with a gown, even as she begged Laudeman, "Please don't
stop! Make them help me! Make them understand!"

Laudeman met with the doctor who rushed to the scene and showed him
the little bottle of THD. "My God, this stuff is industrial," said the
doctor. "This is deadly!"

"We know."

The graying doctor--Howe, his name tag read--began to think fast. The
duty nurse approached. "It-- It needs a strong neutralizer....
Something-- something strong... organic. I could probably mix
something up--"

"Semen."

"What?" The doctor and nurse stared.

"Human semen. The perp said that's the only antidote."

The doctor stepped back, stunned. He scanned the room as if looking
for an answer on one of the many bottles. "Yes," he said finally.
"That would do it." They looked at one another for a long moment.
"She'll need it in every orifice, everywhere that blood vessels are
nearest to the skin. That's where the chemical will react the most--
her mouth, her vagina, anus... everywhere."

The nurse was wide-eyed and apprehensive. "How can it be
administered?" she asked.

"Directly and immediately. There's no time for niceties."

"Call for some more men," said Laudeman.

"Yes," said Doctor Howe, turning, urging the nurse in front of him
toward the others. "As many as we can find," he told her. "We'll need
several ounces of semen. Nurse!" he called to the others, "Code blue!"

The call went out for doctors, interns, visitors... even able-bodied
patients. They began to assemble, slowly, half of them completely
unaware of the nature of the emergency.

Meanwhile, Laudeman went into the room and pulled off the hospital
gown draped over Bridget. "Please," she begged. "Is there anything
they can do?"

"The doctor says that you need-- you need semen, just like the killer
said. That's the only thing that will neutralize the poison." He
pulled the gown off her, revealing her flushed, naked body again. Her
breasts were soft, with small, red nipples. Her wrists and ankles were
bruised by the ropes. "That son of a bitch," he muttered. "I'll gonna
kill him."

Bridget reached up to him. "Please. Please fuck me, Greg. I need your
sperm. Please do it."

Laudeman threw off his jacket and tie and opened his trousers. "I'm--
I don't know if I can--"

"Rub it on my pussy," Bridget said. And she opened her legs to him,
pulled him closer, and reached down to fondle it. "I need it in my
pussy now. I've had two loads that I've swallowed. I have to have it
in all my holes." She rubbed his limp dick along the groove of her
pink sex. People mixed all around them, but Laudeman focused on the
creamy smooth skin of the nude policewoman, the V of her black bush,
and the gleaming gash below it.

"Let me help you," whispered a nurse in Laudeman's ear. And she
reached around him with one hand, her rubber glove smeared with warm
jelly, and stroked his stiffening cock slowly. "I hope this can get
you hard," she said softly. She moved to Bridget's pussy, smearing the
lubricant on the pink vulva, spreading the lips, and penetrating the
young woman gently, slowly, making her close her eyes and purse her
lips.

That was all Laudeman needed, he slid his hardening cock into the hole
as the nurse pulled away. He thrust slowly, gyrating his pelvis
slightly, getting his cock all the stimulation he could, and making it
harder by the second.

Other men began to filter in, drawn in by the spectacle. Nurses
flitted around, quietly telling them exactly what to do, even helping
them disrobe. Bridget closed her eyes against the humiliation of it
all, burning with shame even though she was still feeling lightheaded.
Some of the men were jacking off, stroking their pricks to full
erection watching the sex show the detectives were putting on. Some of
the nurses had donned rubber gloves and were stroking the men
themselves, cute little RNs and aids crouching in front of the men in
their white dresses and hose, stroking their cocks with slimy jelly.
It made Bridget even more lightheaded.

"Uh, uh.... uh," muttered Laudeman, his slow strokes rising to a more
urgent pace. "Get-- get ready," he said. He thrust into her
powerfully, shaking her body, making her breasts shake. It brought
Bridget back to the feeling in her pussy, warm and wanting. She wanted
his sperm inside her, and not only to neutralize the poison that was
coursing through her veins....

"I've got one," said a nurse. She brought a load of spunk over to
Bridget, who sucked it off her gloved fingers eagerly and swallowed it
down.

"That's not going to work, nurse," said Doctor Howe, whose own cock
was being worked on for him. "She's got to take it everywhere,
internally. She needs it in her anus, her vagina--everywhere."

"Yes, doctor," the girl said obediently.

Laudeman fucked Bridget faster and faster, grunting with every move,
devouring her naked body laid out before him. When one of the men was
led over to her, stiff cock ready for her mouth, he threw back his
head and pumped a heavy shot of jism inside her. The other man shot
off at the same time, and Bridget captured it in her mouth and sucked
it down, licking the stringy remains off the tip of his prick. "Oh!"
squealed a nurse.

Then Bridget felt a slimy, rubber-clad finger underneath her,
lubricating her anus. She gulped and gasped and felt the slippery
digit penetrate her tight asshole slowly. "Ohh!" she groaned. The
nurse fingered her gently, lubing every part of her sphincter, inside
and out. "Oh, no!" Bridget groaned. But it was true. Laudeman moved
away and another man took his place, this one with a greased pole
ready for her ass.

"It's okay, honey," came a nurse's whisper in her ear. "He's not too
big." The room seemed to swim as the cock poked into her. Never had
she felt such a thing! Never had she even dreamed of being fucked in
the ass! Bridget groaned in shame and ache as the hard dick was shoved
deeper inside her.

"Here's another, sweetie," said a nurse, and immediately another cock
appeared before her, hot for entry into her mouth. "Don't think, just
swallow it," the kindly woman said, turning the girl on her side.
Bridget opened wide, took the dick between her lips, and sucked it
down. An instant squirt of sperm hit the roof of her mouth and made
her jump.

And as soon as he pulled away, there was another in his place. This
man shot his load too soon, all over the distressed brunet's check.
The nurse at her head gasped, but Doctor Howe said, "That's okay. Just
keep going. Rub it everywhere, even up her nose."

"Her nose?" gasped the nurse.

"Everywhere there is soft tissue exposed! Her nose... her ears...
everywhere you can stuff it! I've got one for her now!" And he came to
Bridget, who could hardly believe it as the older man with graying
temples jacked his final strokes and shot his creamy wad in her face.
The sperm went up her nose and all over her cheek, making her snort
and jerk. "Stuff it in!" the doctor demanded.

The nurse immediately complied, rubbing the spunk into Bridget's skin
and stuffing it up her nose. The girl resisted, but there were nurses
all around, holding her hands. Another man was quickly ready, shooting
his sperm into Bridget's face again. She captured some of it with her
tongue and gulped it down, but it went all over. There were now men
all around her, stuffing her dicks in her face, in her pussy. The man
fucking her in the ass finally blew his wad with a groan and stepped
away, but another was there to take his place.

Suddenly, Bridget had a hard, eager cock in her pussy, her asshole,
and her mouth all at once. The feeling was utterly depraved and
humiliating, but electrically arousing. Every fiber of her body was
trembling and dizzy. Sperm splashed across her lips, her cheeks, her
nose, her hair; it shot into her ears, dulling the jumble of voices
and dizzying her further.

The double fucking she was getting below the waist made Bridget gasp
and moan. The pent up desire and naked lust of all the hard cocks
shooting off around her made her lose the last tenuous hold on herself
and plunge into a powerful orgasm much more powerful even than the one
she had had earlier under the pharmacist's tonguing.

Then, an angelic face appeared over her in a white cap-- a beautiful
young nurse with wide eyes and bulging cheeks. Bridget opened her
mouth, and the girl spat a huge glob of semen into it. As the young
woman gulped it down, she pulled the nurse down for a long, sultry
kiss with her probing tongue licking the sticky come out of the
nurse's sweet mouth.

As soon as she lay back, Bridget had another dick poking in her face.
The sperm shot into her nose and mouth, making her sputter again. She
had to close her eyes to keep the strands of semen from getting in and
making them burn. She relaxed now, utterly exhausted, and let the men
shoot their come on her. Two nurses were beside her, massaging the
jism into every crack and crevice of her body: gently rubbing her
nipples, her bruises. It sent erotic thrills through her body. She
could even see one nurse getting fucked from behind on a table against
the wall, presumably so that the man could get hot enough to come over
and shoot it into Bridget when one of her holes opened up.

The exhausted, dizzy, naked young woman began to shake and moan then.
The man fucking her pussy pulled out and splattered his jism all over
her cunt lips. A nurse quickly rubbed it all over. At the same time,
the man fucking her ass pulled away also, and the nurse rubbed his
spurting wad all over her anus. The room grew dark and muted. Another
cock was in her face. She opened her mouth, but thought that she must
have drunk a pint of sperm by then. The salty load spilled out of her
mouth and rolled down her check and chin as she passed out completely.



"Poison?"

"That's right. He drank something as soon as the boys caught up with
him, and the 'Phantom Pharmacist' was dead before they could even get
to him. His little lab was stocked with all kinds of strange and
deadly chemicals; it was the devil's own drug store."

Bridget was quiet. She still couldn't believe what the monster had
done to her--she might never be able to. Now that she was clean and
pink and awake, and she'd had enough orange juice to clear the taste
from her mouth... with the sun streaming in her hospital room, the
whole experience seemed like a terrible dream.

"I-- I want to thank you, Greg, for--"

"Sh--" he said, putting his finger on her lips. "It's okay. It's-- I
did what I had to do.... everyone did."

She looked up at him with a soft, embarrassed smile. "Thanks."

"The captain is talking about a citation, naturally," he went on. But
his voice was a distant drone to her now. Bridget drifted off into
another world. She was a different person now, a different woman. She
had given in to her darkest desires and could never go back. She could
never pretend to be the repressed Catholic schoolgirl she once was....
Perhaps, if she could overcome the horror of it, she thought, she
could even end up a stronger person.


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