Cara's new life journey - part 2

Cara felt in a warm dream, wonderful feelings crept into her pussy, and she felt her legs move even as she slept, widening further apart. It must be her husband, she told herself, deep in her as she felt his cock slide into her, larger than normal, filling her, little bursts of pleasure running up her legs and stomach as his tongue slid wetly onto her tit. She sank deeper into the dream as words flew around, words she accepted without focusing on. She desperately wanted to come, but each time the pleasure built, it stopped on the point of climax, and a dream voice asked.

Are you a lesbian?

Every time she answered 'no', the process started again, until finally the pleasure built and the question was asked as she edged.
"Yes." She cried and was rewarded with an orgasm. Finally, she could sink back into sleep.
Her dreams felt almost real as nurses disrobed and crawled up the bed, one lowering her lips onto a hardened nipple, the other kissing up her thigh before burying her tongue in her needy slit. She was aware she was thrusting herself against the tongue, but it was only a vivid dream, so she spread wider and thrust harder.
Another nurse was on the bed straddling over her face, slowly lowering herself. Cara felt the wet juice drip from her lips to her lips and slid a tongue out to taste, to taste more, to venture deeper, to lick.
Climax after climax washed over her, but the dreams continued, relentlessly pushing her to highs she had never experienced. When her body could take no more, she screamed in her sleep as one last orgasm tore through her and then passed out.

She opened her eyes some time later to see a nurse standing over her with a syringe.

"You just rest, you're doing fine." The nurse put it down and held Cara's hand as she spoke. "I am going to place some sensors in your ears to monitor you, but you are ahead of target. Everything is going well, and tomorrow you will be pregnant."

Cara closed her eyes; she felt so exhausted but so alive, her body craved attention, but she could not fight the sleep that washed over her.

Messages spoke to her as she slept.

YOU LOVE GIRLS

YOU WANT LESBIAN SEX

YOU WANT YOUR DAUGHTER TO BE A LESBIAN

YOU LOVE SARAH

YOU WANT SARAH TO BE THE MOTHER OF YOUR DAUGHTER

YOU WANT TO CHEAT ON YOUR HUSBAND

It seemed to repeat itself over and over, and she found herself saying. 'Yes,' as she started answering each statement.

"Wake up, sleepy." A beautiful face came into view. "Did you have a nice sleep?"
"Yes." Cara groaned, her body still on fire. She looked down, but she was wearing her pink underwear and nightie.
"That's good, you have a busy day ahead, but it is all pleasurable, and by this time tomorrow, you will be pregnant."
Cara sighed, even though she was so horny she wanted to slide her fingers into her soaking love purse, she still had that overwhelming maternal instinct to be a mother. The couple had been trying since their honeymoon, growing ever more frustrated at her failure to conceive. Having that positive information was such a relief; she let herself relax and settled back against the pillow.
"If you can just hold your arm out and make a fist, that's great. This won't hurt a bit." The nurse from her dream said as she slipped the needle into a vein and pressed the plunger slowly down.
Cara felt a warmth of horniness flow through her and sighed again, this time a lustful, needy sigh. Her focus shifted from the nurse's face to her name badge, "Helga," and then to the display of bosom that the low-cut outfit offered.
"That will make you feel nice. Your body must be finely tuned today, so when we inseminate you, we have that 100% success ratio. At the moment, your body is at 60%, so we have a busy day making sure you raise that figure."
The patient couldn't speak, becoming overwhelmed with gratitude, love, and lust.
"What we have found is that your husband's sperm is inferior and of poor quality, which is the reason you have not been able to get pregnant."
A flash of resentment went through the wife as she realized her husband was solely to blame for depriving her of her dream.
"We are doing everything we can to help him raise that percentage, but at the moment it is only at 29%." The nurse watched the information hit home, and a look of panic appeared on the blonde's face.
"Don't worry, we have all day to help him, and as long as you hit that  100%, even a figure of 65% upwards will be enough."
"He seems very low." She felt on the point of tears, although she still absentmindedly ran her hand over her tit.
"Well, it looks like your husband can only get hard thinking or watching two women having sex; it is something he should have mentioned to you before you started the process."
The comment shocked his wife, but there was something erotic in that comment, too, as she remembered her dream with the nurse who was speaking to her. The nurse locked eyes with her as she spoke, and Cara felt safe in those beautiful blue eyes.
"If he is struggling, you may have to help fuel his fantasies, but for now, he has endless videos he is watching, which is slowly raising that percentage."
"He is watching videos of women having sex?"
"Yes, this is the feed for his screen." The nurse jabbed a button that was out of her line of sight, and a screen came to life, showing two women making love on a picnic blanket in a field. "It will help you understand his desires if you watch a little; you may need to help him later. I will go and get your breakfast."
The nurse left the room, and Cara found herself watching the departing woman, approving of the way-too-short nurse's outfit, which showed long, stockinged legs. She turned her attention to the screen and slid her fingers into her hungry snatch as she watched the movie unfold. The panties were too tight on her, and she pushed them down to have more freedom. The injection had boosted her sex drive above normal levels, and as her heart seemed to beat in her head, the overwhelming urge to mate overrode her thoughts, and she lost herself in lustful masturbation.
"Here, use this." A voice said in her ear, and a vibrator was placed in her hand. She tore her eyes off the screen into Helga's trustful gaze and pumped the toy into her demanding slit.
"Would you like me to help?" The blonde nurse said, reaching over and placing her hand on top of Cara's, closing around it, and moving with her action.
"Yes." The desire was ripping through her, and she let the nurse take control, moving her hand to cup her breast.
"Ohh." She moaned as the sly nurse worked the toy into her.
"Would you like it faster or slower?"
"Faster," another moaned answer.
"Deeper or against your clitty?"
"Urrgh." she groaned with pleasure.
"What if I have the nurse stroke your clitty while I fuck you with this?"
"Yesss." Another nurse stood beside her on the opposite side of the bed and reached a hand down, her fingers strumming the sensitive nub as Helga pumped the toy into her.
"Just watch your husband's desires and let us take care of you." The second nurse said as she gave the hardened clit a pinch.
Cara watched the lesbian porn, the drug propelling her to the limit of sexual need, her body craving the attention it was getting. The two nurses pushed her, then eased away, guiding her like a symphony towards a climax until finally she cried out loud and shuddered as she discharged a dose of girl cum onto the hand of the second nurse.
"You're doing well, Cara. I think that probably took you to 70%. Rest and eat some breakfast, and then we can start over."

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Her husband lay on his bed, semi-comatose, a drip feeding him as the machine continuously sucked at his cock, the screen showing him the nurses taking his wife the previous night and bringing her to climax that morning. When the images were displayed, a drug was pumped into him, forcing his erection and draining off his cum, When heterosexual images were shown, a drug was fed, reducing all sexual desire. Soon, his mind was demanding that the female lovemaking continue to maintain the pleasurable sensations to his aching shaft. His fantasies now rewrote his mental process; to make love to his wife in the future, he would need a lesbian stimulus. He had been at the peak of his sexual prowess, able to come multiple times a day. Now re-engineered, he would be as effective as an eunuch unless he thought of his wife being used by other women.

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A woman came into the wife's room wearing a different colored uniform, and picked up a chart, pretending to read it and nodding her head.
"This is all going excellent, but you should be close to 75-80% by now; however, there's no need to worry, you just need to relax more. Please increase the dosage, and confirm the body checklist." She handed the clipboard to Helga and left the room.
"You can soon make up the extra couple of percent, please sit forward."
Once she had sat up, she felt hands untying the nighty and pushing it down off her breasts, the second nurse approached with what looked like nipple clamps.
"We just need to monitor you and take readings; it won't take too long." Helga deftly untied her bra and let it fall away.
Cara wanted to protest on some level, but the nurses looked so efficient, Helga already priming the hypodermic and approaching as the second nurse fastened the clips to her nipples. She felt the vibration and moaned as the nurses stood on either side of her.
"Do you detect any signs of swelling, nurse?" Helga asked as she cupped a breast, eliciting a moan.
"No, what about this one?" She cupped the other breast and then watched the patient as she groaned under the attention of having both her breasts played with.
"I think there might be a misreading. Please check again," Helga said with an evil smile as they caressed her a second time.
The sensations were driving her wild, Cara admitted to herself. The clamps felt as if both her nipples were being nibbled, the pain an exquisite, delicious ache, the hands on her breast excited her, and she desperately wanted to make love and be fucked. The drug was like a raging fire, having petrol poured onto it. Ripples of pleasure tore through her, making her moan.
"I am going to need to put a probe in Honey. Can you turn over onto your knees with your bottom in the air, please?"
Cara did so, the second nurse still holding and kneading her breasts as she assumed the new position. Helga showed her a thermometer, but as she went out of sight, she replaced it with a 9-inch jelly anal dildo.

"Let's just remove these, shall we?" Gripping the panties on either side and sliding them down, placing her hands on the blonde's butt cheeks, and separating to blow gently.
"I need you to relax for this, but it won't hurt." As she placed the tip against her rosebud and slowly worked it in.
Cara was already on the point of climax, and the thick, soft cock filling her sent her over the edge, and she climaxed with her head buried in the pillow. Helga ignored the expenditure of energy and slid the cock in and out as fast as she could, the poor wife soon thrusting back against each stroke, as the nurse played with her tits.
"That's it, baby, you are close to 80% now, a few more pushes, you can do it, let's get it all the way."
The second nurse stopped briefly to undo the front of her uniform and then continued caressing Cara's breasts.
"It's okay, darling, just relax and let yourself come over and over, you're going to hit that 80% easily." She coaxed as she pushed her breasts into the climaxing girl's face.