The Sea Change

Chapter 15 - better off dead

Bruce groaned and woke from his nightmare. He opened his eyes, saw the exploded taker and felt the sticky cum all over his body. No nightmare, this was real, Bruce realized. Bruce didn't feel the urge to fuck right now, he had taken care of that with the taker, but his dick was hurting.

He looked down and groaned. The first purple sore had formed on his long shaft and it had burst open oozing green puss. Bruce jumped to his feet and started running aimlessly, like he could escape this STD gone wild. Why has this happened to me, what did I do to deserve this? These thoughts kept running through his desperate mind as he blindly ran over the sandy plain.

Bruce finally collapsed in the sand, exhausted from running. More sores were forming on his enlarged member and it felt like it was on fire! He had no strength left, he was doomed, doomed to lie in the sands of Hell suffering from the mother of all STDs. Bruce passed out, all hope lost.

Bruce awoke in constant pain. He was afraid to look down at his body. When he finally got the courage to look, he was horrified. The purple sores had spread up his abdomen and down his thighs. More were bursting open and oozing foul smelling green ooze. Bruce lost control and cried out, "Mistress Anne! Mistress Anne! Please help me!" Bruce had used the last of his energy to cry out and lost consciousness again.

When he awoke again, the pain and smell was worse. It was so bad, that he could not look at his new improved cock and body. A familiar voice said, "I told you that you would regret it, but you didn't listen. They never do." Bruce could picture her slender shoulders shrugging and her large breasts following her shrug and bouncing enticingly. But he was anything but enticed, sex was the last thought on his mind.

Bruce managed to turn around so he could see Mistress Anne. She stood over him, a triumphant expression on her face. She continued to berate him, "I told you a tour would do you no good, as a matter of fact, it seems to have made it worse for you."

"Please help me Mistress," Bruce begged. "Can you heal me, can you make this nasty disease go away?"

"I can," Mistress Anne replied, "but it will still not solve all your problems." She thought of the unquenchable yearning that he would know, the burning desire that would never end. The need to cum again and again.

Bruce pleaded, "Just help me Mistress Anne, I just want the sore to go away, please."

She tossed an earthen flask at his feet and said, "Just spread this ointment over the affected parts of your body. It works quickly and will cure the disease." But not everything, she didn't say.

Bruce spread the ointment all over the parts of his body that were sore-ravaged. It hurt, it felt like burning tar as it touched the Infected parts of his body. The cure is almost as bad as the disease, almost! They disappeared in a hurry and so did the pain. As soon as he was cured, Bruce felt very horny again. He stood up and reached for Mistress Anne. 

She coldly avoided his grasp, slapped him hard on the face and said, " I no longer wish to have sex with you, leave me alone."

Bruce was confused and said, "B-b-but now I can really satisfy you. I have the body to please your needs."

Mistress Anne shook her head and said, "But I don't want you now, lover. We would have to fuck all the time and I'm too busy for that. I'll just have to send you back where you belong, where no woman can satisfy you. You'll soon die a wasting death; you'll be unable to cum. And that's more important than many realize or will say. You'll be alone among normally endowed people." Mistress Anne had no idea that she was sending him back as a remedy, a temporary panacea, for his, Brenda's and Linda's 'sexual problem'. She spoke a few unintelligible words, waved her hands and Bruce disappeared in a crimson flash.

Bruce woke up in Brenda's room. More specifically he woke up in Brenda's pussy. She was riding his always-erect dick and it fit! He was actually feeling the sensations of being in her and knew he would cum soon. Guess who had the last laugh Mistress Anne, Bruce thought as he thrust upward in Brenda's satisfyingly deep pussy.

Bruce saw a shadow over their entwined bodies. It was a naked brunette. The most desirable brunette he had ever seen, as a matter of fact, too desirable. She was obviously in the same state that Brenda was. Her foot wasn't tapping, but she was definitely waiting for Bruce to service her. That was OK with him, he enjoyed sex.

Chapter 16 - the final curtain

"So, you see, Brenda, Linda and I managed to help each other. I had what they needed and they had what I needed, the man in the hospital bed continued.

"Uh; why; uh; are; uh; you; uh; here; uh; then; uh?" the nurse asked as she rode on Bruce's erect 19-inch cock. She thrust her pussy back onto it and then would push herself back, impaling herself on his oversized member. His shaft was covered with her hot, sticky cum, but he appeared unaffected by her sexual antics.

"We had it good for awhile," Bruce answered, "until fate intervened. We were the darlings of the Adult Entertainment world, the cash wouldn't stop rolling in. However, we could only satisfy each other and not for very long. We had to live together, travel together and almost continuously fuck. It had to end sometime and it did when they died."

"Uh; how; uh; did; uh; they; uh; die," the exhausted nurse managed to ask as she slowly rode his hard pole that unceasingly reached for the sky. Her tits flopped in slow motion as she struggled to service her patient.

Bruce gave her credit, even though it didn't help. She was doing everything she could to prolong his life. "They died by their own greed, I guess you could say," Bruce said. "Linda had bought a bucking bronco machine and affixed a dildo to it, trying to end her need for my cock. It might have worked too, but she forgot to fasten the safety harness. She ended up breaking her lovely neck against the wall."

The nurse fell off Bruce's tall, erect rod. She had tried to please him, but had only worn herself out. And she had lost most of her clothes along the way, so she lay practically naked in his arms and asked, "What, about, Brenda?"

Bruce smiled a sad smile and answered, "She got a new agent, one from the Eastern Block, I think. Guess he took less of a commission. Unfortunately, the first gig he arranged for her turned out to be a snuff film. I hear it's still an underground classic."

Bruce felt as if he was out of his body, that he was looking down at himself with his nearly naked nurse in his arms. But, he could not feel her luscious, sweat drenched, voluptuous body. He heard a voice and felt a tugging that he could not ignore, a voice that demanded his obedience. It was time for him to return to Her.

Bruce looked his nurse directly in the eye and softly said, "Well, I have to be getting on, I hear Mistress Anne calling."

The nurse felt his heart stop and saw his body go limp. Well, most of his body had gone limp; the mortician was going to be challenged by what would never go limp. She smiled at the thought of a coffin with a giant cock sticking up out of it. 

She carefully cleaned up and got dressed. Time to tell the doctor that his patient had moved on and no longer needed his services. The services he needed could no longer be provided by anyone on this Earth, there was only one place for him and he was on his way.