Eggs

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Eggs
	Desperately, Rob pumped the brakes, as his new T-Bird came to 
the hairpin.  He had just bought his dream car, and thought a run in 
the country would give him a chance to explore the potential of this 
$30K investment.  Regrettably, someone preping the car was more 
interested in the new Playmate of the Year, and neglected to check 
the fluid levels.  The last thought he remembered, as the vehicle 
left the road, was the apparent weightless state of the suspended T-
Bird, and the gorge below that so quickly came up to meet the hood.


	He was in traction.  Everything was blurry and there was a 
big strip of tape across his nose.  As sensation began to return, he 
know he was both fortunate, and unfortunate at the same time.  True, 
he was alive; but he couldn't move, he felt like hell, and his 
insurance company would surely cancel.  Then there was his girl 
friend Gail - who swore she would never forgive him if he bought the 
car, instead of taking her on her dream vacation to Vegas.  His butt 
itched, and he wondered how long he had been there.

	As if by script, a white haired, spectacled doctor limped in -
 a direct by-product of too many years of alcohol.  Even his speech 
was slurred as he addressed the rigid body of the victim before him.

"Seems like your lucky, boy; you still got 'ur ass, and two hands to 
scratch it with," he drawled as he studied the chart.  "Reckon' 
you'll be wantin' so morphine soon, so just squeeze this here button 
when you feel the need."   The balding doctor of far too many pap 
smears began to stagger back out the door.

	"Hey, wait!" Rob blurted, sounding more like a beached bull 
frog, than a young man of 25-years.  He collected his thoughts as the 
doctor staggered to a stop, then slowly turned his head to peer over 
his glasses with bloodshot eyes.  "What happened to me, and when can 
I get out-of-here?"  

	"Welp," the doctor muttered, as he peeled the glasses away 
from his wrinkled face.  "Seems to me, you tried to get  intimate 
with a canyon wall, and darned near broke every bone in 'ur 
body, 'cept the one between 'ur legs; and I reckon that ones' pretty 
badly bruised."  He started snickering, and continued: "Reckon 'ur 
going to be here a time, so might as well enjoy 'ur stay.  Don't 
hesitate to use that there morphine now and again."  With that he 
continued to stagger out the door, which quietly shut behind him.

	Rob lay there quietly; "Time for a visual assesment,"  he 
thought.  As he tried to raise his head, the neck-collar bit into his 
chin, sending him back into a reassesment phase.  He had glimpsed 
what appeared to be casts on both his arms and legs, and judging from 
the feeling in his forehead, his brain basket had suffered a beating 
also.  As he lay there, he gradually tried to wriggle his toes and 
fingers, and, much to his relief, all seemed to remain intact and 
attached, albeit somewhat painful when moved.  The room was 
relatively bland, complete with hospital smells and sounds.  "Bet the 
food is salt-free," he thought, as his eyes focused on the small 
window near the bed.  Outside, he could see a playground in the 
distance, perhaps two stories below him.  The playground appeared 
vacant, and so did his room, other than the monitor over his head, an 
IV off to his immediate left, and a blank TV screen above and in-
front of him.  "Should have gone to Vegas," he thought as he drifted 
back into a drug induced sleep.

	His sleep was short and disturbed as he relived the accident 
in slow motion, and began to feel the damage his dream car had done 
to his plastered body.  He also had a strange dream - more like a 
vision, actually, of a beautiful nurse playing with his "privates."  
He awoke with a start - "This is no time for erotic dreams," he 
thought; "Shit, I can't even scratch my butt, much less beat my 
meat!"  Then he laughed to himself, at the precariousness of the 
situation, and the inability to do anything more than lie perfectly 
still, and squeeze a button if he had enough pain.  "Could have left 
me with a TV controller" he mused, and he once again focused on the 
play ground outside.  There was a figure there now with flowing blond 
hair and a white dress.  Rob blinked his eyes hard several times to 
clear the fog.  "She looks like the nurse in my dream," he thought 
with a start.  "What is this, some type of drug induced fantasy?  Am 
I beginning to doubt my own integrity?  Why am I talking to myself - 
where's the damned call button"  He tried to move his head to search 
for anything to call for help, but after several tries, the pain 
forced him to quit.  "What would he say if someone came to help," he 
thought; "they'd just think I was dillusional."  He adjusted his eyes 
to watch the figure, and, after a time, slipped back into a 
disquieted sleep.

	When he awoke, his head felt clearer, and his body was more 
alive.  At the foot of his bed, she was standing.  A vision from a 
fairy tale, was she, with beautiful blue eyes, that were as wide as 
he had ever seen.  Her face was more angelic than human, and the 
beautiful blond hair was as fine as cornsilk , reflecting the 
sunlight with almost a surreal sparkle.  The white dress, which Rob 
was sure conformed to hospital standards, did little to hide the near 
perfect proportions this girl was blessed with, and he could see that 
she was both well defined, and well rounded without 
being "obtrusive."   Her fingers were as delicate and as fragile as a 
flower, and her rich full lips adorned a most captivating smile, that 
would surly soften the hardest heart.  When she spoke, it was as if 
she had the voice of an angel.

	"Welcome back, Rob," she chimed, as his eyes once again 
focused on hers.  "Are we ready for some nutrition?"  

	"Uh-huh," he stuttered, as he contrasted Dr. Alcohol  to 
Nurse Angel.  "What is your name?"

	"Oh, that isn't important right now," she replied; "Your 
health and nutrition are what matters most.  We can learn more about 
one another after you eat, and I collect another sample, OK!"  Her 
query left him spellbound, and he merely nodded with consent, as she 
seated herself next to him.  He became uncomfortable as she began to 
spoon feed him, as he felt so helpless; but after a time, her gentle 
encouragement, and patience won his compliance, and he resigned 
himself to her gentle requests.  

	Finally, after about five bites, he stopped chewing and 
blurted "This stuff is so bland, that my taste buds have left for the 
coast.  Fore Pete's sake, can't this hospital spare a little salt or 
sugar?"  She laughed, and the twinkle in her eye assured him that she 
understood his contempt.  Yet without anything more than a reassuring 
pat on his cheek, she continued with her special brand of oral 
torture.  Too tired to fight, Rob resigned himself to always check 
the brake fluid before he leaves the garage, and continued to ingest 
the tasteless cross between gruel and bean soup.  

	It was after he was about ready to hold his breath until he 
passed-out so he wouldn't have to eat any more, that she put down the 
serving tray and got up to wash her hands.  From a small cabinet 
above and behind him, she withdrew a syringe and a test tube and then 
puposefully walked over to the side of his bed and lifted the thin 
sheet covering me to expose my nakedness.  Without even a word, she 
calmly took the syringe in one hand, and  his left testicle in the 
other.   After gently messaging his gonad for a moment, with one 
swift motion she inserted the syringe.  "What the h...." he started, 
and then the pain became so intense he could only grit his teeth and 
hold his breath.  He could see her draw some of his semen into the 
syringe, which after a brief moment, she withdrew and injected into  
the test tube which she tightly capped.

	He caught his breath, and pressed the button for more 
morphine.  The warmth surged down his arm from the IV, and he soon 
was able to lay with relative comfort.  "I know this must hurt, but 
it is the only accurate way we have to measure your output and 
development," she said with a hint of sorrow in her voice.  "If 
everything is OK, we won't have to obtain any more samples."  Her 
face was reassuring, but the throbbing in his ball sack remained.  
She  deftly replaced the thin sheet and left the room, holding the 
test tube as if it were a prcious gem.  His preconceived angel was 
turning into a mistress from hell!  As he drifted off, he found 
himself fantasizing about her body and her face - that flawless face, 
it was almost too perfect.

	A gentle shake from Dr. Alcohol brought the light back into 
the room, and his eyes.  "Looks like you passed, ace; reckon' you'll 
be makin' alot of young uns."

	"That's not why I'm here, Doc," Rob retorted; "How about 
checking to see if you can move me a little closer to home.  There's 
a hospital less than a mile from my apartment and I got business to 
do there.  I'm sure my family would like to have chance to chew my 
ass out and you can contact them using the phone number in my 
wallet.  By the way, my butt itches!"   His voice had jumped an 
octave, and he knew  it was time for a break. Just as he started to 
squeeze the button for more morphine, Nurse Stick-nut returned; and 
the look of innocence on her face was all the tranquilizer he needed 
to calm his anger and frustration.  He let his eyes drop to her 
chest, and found his mouth going dry.  The stirring in his loins told 
him that he was definately on the mend, and his battered body was 
preparing for action.  He noticed her left hand bore no wedding band, 
and that her blouse was unbuttoned a little lower than necessary. 

	"About 'ur leaving; well;"  muttered the Doc, "that may be a 
mite impossible anytime soon as..." and he walked over to the window 
and touched the glass.  As he did so, the image of the playground 
disappeared and was replaced by a slow moving field of stars.  His 
voice, once again spoke up; "You see,  ace, you ain't really anywhere 
near 'ur home, and we really ain't got no intention of returnin' 
anytime soon.   Just don't be worried about 'ur fam'  'cus they 
thinks 'ur done deader than a doornail.  Just sits back and enjoy the 
ride, an' we'll take good care of you!"  He started shuffling for the 
door, then stopped; "Ya know, if yer butt itches, have the nurse here 
scratch it!" He snickered, and shuffled through the door into the 
dimly lit corredor.  

	Without even a word. the nurse walked over to the bed, and 
removed the sheet entirely, folding it neatly, and setting it on the 
floor beside the bed.  She then eased one silky hand under the small 
of his back and the other under his thighs, and rolled him on his 
side, being careful not to disturb the casts on his arms and legs.  
As she started scratching his ass with her long, well-manicured 
nails, Rob began to moan.  This was heaven.  He felt her hand come 
around and start stroking his manhood which responded quite quickly, 
all factors considered.  She allowed his body to return to the it's 
original position, and started using both hand to stimulate his 
exposed flesh; gently teasing his ball sack with her fingernails, 
while stroking his manhood with gentle yet deliberate motions.  He 
felt his desire began to reach a plateau, when, out of the corner of 
his eye, he saw the field of stars drifting past.  His erection waned 
as his head became filled with questions and fears.  Sensing his 
change of heart and the softening of his manhood, the nurse changed 
her ministrations, and let her velvet mouth slip over the glans and 
down onto the shaft.   The gentle sucking she employed aroused him 
once again, and he closed his eyes to block out any distractions.  
Her hands began to work on his gonads, gently kneading and rolling 
them back and forth with such grace that he hardly felt where the 
hypo had poked him.  Within what seem to be an all too brief moment, 
he felt the powerful contractions forcing his frothy cum up and out 
from its storage bin.

	"This is going to be good'" he thought, and his moans 
encouraged the nurse to message his organ with renewed fervor.  His 
first shot erupted in through her velvety lips.  She began sucking 
harder and harder, while Rob drained what felt like a lifetime of 
liquid into this beautiful girls' mouth.  No longer was she gently 
kneading his gonads, rather, they along with the base of his manhood 
were in a vice-like grip, and the once gentle motions of her mouth 
had turned into mega-vac, sending jolts of pain to his brain where 
pleasure had once been.  He started to scream, but the nurse slipped 
her hand from his ball sack and slapped it over his mouth.  Her 
sucking was voracios.  Unable to move, his muffled screams were the 
only testimony to her torment.  Fortunately, the darkness of 
unconsciousness moved in quickly and silenced his resistence and 
agony. 

	 She stepped away from his limp form.  His  now flaccid 
manhood had small discolored patches where her teeth had encroached 
to deeply, and there was a small trickle of blood coming from his 
urethra.  Without emotion, she wiped his exposed skin with a wet-nap, 
and re-covered him with a sheet, insuring there were no wrinkles, and 
that the sheet was uniformly distributed about the bed.  She then 
walked up to the head of the bed and pocured a vial from where she 
had previously obtained the syringe, and, with a gurgling sound from 
deep in her throat, she brought up the milky sperm, and let it dip 
into the vial, carefully preserving every drop.  Then, wiping her 
mouth with the same wet-nap she had used to clean Robs privates, she 
stepped to the door, and smiled a secretive smile at the dormant form 
on the bed.

	As she stepped through the door, the Dr. met her and 
asked: "Did you have to be so rough?  Try to leave his faucet for one 
more drainin', would ya?"    He then took the vial and staggered down 
the corredor, turning once to remind the lovely nurse to verify the 
coordinates and ships condition.  Once in the lab, he began the 
extraction and steriliation process.  It would be several hours 
before it was completed, so he sat on one of the benches and reopened 
the magazine with the Playmate of the Year on the front cover.  "How 
lovely," he mused; "no webs between her toes, and no gills on her 
chest "- a perfect specimen for lovemaking .  How he longed to suck 
on that hairy slit, and play with those implants on her chest.  But 
for now, his fantasys only made him tired, so he laid down the 
magazine and shuffled into the other room for a bite.  "This darned 
costume is just to big," he thought as he nibbled on one of the 
ovaries they had just collected; "I think I'll stop in the steam room 
to tighten up." 

	This time, when Rob awoke, he knew he had to get out of that 
place, and he began to struggle against the casts.  But the more he 
struggled, the worse the pain became; so, once again, he resigned 
himself to his helplessness.  As he reached for the pain-killer 
button, he stopped short.  Certain things were'nt adding up here.  
First of all, with all the morphine he was pumping into his veins, 
how could he climax, much less maintain an erection?  He glanced at 
the stars moving past his window and wondered why he couldn't feel 
any motion or noise?  Moreover, if he was, indeed, in a spaceship 
with all of its technical expertise, why couldn't an advanced 
civilization heal him without the use of these cumbersome casts?  
This entire concept had far too many anomilties, and he wanted some 
anwers; but how. . . 

	Seeming to know he had awakened, Nurse Vampirella walked back 
into the room;  but she was completely naked.  Her body was an image 
of perfection, with upturned breast that barely moved as she walked, 
small nipples that were deep red and protruding, the slightest wisp 
of golden pubic hair cascading in such a way as to reveal a most 
beautiful cleft, shapely legs that were without a flaw, and a tightly 
toned body with nary a wrinkle of fat.  Her countenance was almost 
surreal.  But, amidst this virtually flawless grace, their lay a 
contradiction, and Rob wanted some answers.  Before she could reach 
the bed, he fired off his first salvo; "What do you want from me?"

	Sensing his sincerity, she smiled faintly  and 
reponded "Don't you know?"

	"No, and I'd like to know now, if you don't mind," he 
responded curtly.

	"Alright, I'll show you!"  With one swift movement, Nurse 
Vampirella, stripped the sheet away from his abused body, and 
immediately began the most delightful tongue play he had ever felt.  
She sucked and slurped and licked and played with his now erect organ 
with such verocity he couldn't remember his questions, or, for that 
matter, any concerns.  He started trembling from the stimulation that 
she so expertly gave.  Even though he was still sore, he was able to 
maintain his erection and ebb ever so near another orgasm.  But 
before he could release, she changed position with the agility of an 
acrobat, and within moments he felt her silky fingers guide his glans 
into the softness of her gender.  She was tight, wet, and  well 
skilled  with the muscles of her love canal.  Without moving her hips 
after his pentration, she utilized only her muscles to stroke and 
squeeze his manhood into an explosive orgasm.   He felt her muscles 
spasm, and assumed that she had enjoyed the experience also.  

	After a brief but wonderous eternity, he felt his erection 
begin to wither within her, and began to return to the pragmatics of 
his reality.   But before he could fire off a second salvo of 
questions, he noted, from the corner of his eyes that she had some 
sort of instrument in her left hand.  In a split-second, he realized 
it was a surgical knife, and visions of Sharon Stone permeated his 
logic.   Any reaction would have been futile, for she slid the knife 
against his now flaccid member with such  speed and dexterity, he 
could only watch as she detached his manhood.  Blood spurted 
rhythmically from his groin, and a residual tendon flopped onto his 
stomach.  The last thing he saw was that of Nurse Sado pulling his 
bluish-gray member out of her cleft and placing it on to a small 
tray.  She turned, and upon noting he had expired, she sighed, 
covered the corpse with the blood-stained sheet, and secured the 
light on he way out.

	Down in the lab, the doctor cleaned each testicle thoroughly, 
and placed them into a specially designed tube that would preserve 
them.  Meanwhile, the nurse scraped some residual blood clots from 
the fillet of manhood.  They would dine well tonight on the delicacy, 
and tomorrow. . .they would "procure" another patient - a woman this 
time.  In time they would have enough "eggs" to return home and 
repopulate their planet.