Again he brushed her cheek, causing her to flush with want for him. All of those emotions within her were stirring, and spurred on by a combination of passion and regret she straddled him, cupping his jaw with both hands and kissing him gently.

"You have no idea what you do to me," She whispered, rocking gently against him.

He stared up at her as continued cupping his jaw. She could feel his cock already hardening for her as he rocked back against her. Slowly, his hands moved to begin unbuttoning her uniform. She let his hands rub down her sides, sliding underneath the fabric of her partially removed uniform to her panties, a hand sliding into them, a finger quickly finding her clit and rubbing hard at it.

Kim couldn't help moaning as her touched her there. She wanted him to make her moan. She would let him make her moan any way he wanted to, whether it was with those magical hands of his or with his fat cock stretching her pussy or asshole. She rocked hard against his fingers, her own hands reaching down and underneath his gown, wrapping both hands around that hot, throbbing cock and jerking hard on it.

"Do you like that? I love feeling this big cock of yours, whether it's in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass, anywhere. It feels so good. I want it." She purred, stroking his meat a little faster, thrilling at how it became harder in her hand, firmer, more ready for action. He rocked up into her hand, encouraging her to tug her panties off for him, wanting him right this minute.

His hands went to her waist, and lifting her up, he pressed against her already wet entrance. Kim groaned softly as he slid into her, and began to gently thrust into her, slowly, but firmly. She loved how she could feel every inch of him working her hot slit, and then he moved his free hand to her clit and began to rub as he had earlier.

She moaned again as she sank down onto his cock, the whole thing quickly disappearing into her still sensitive pussy. She rocked down hard against him as he rubbed her clit fast and hard. He rock back in return, grinding that big dick deep in her pussy. She tightened her pussy around his cock briefly, able to feel that fat head tucked within her.

Leaning in, she nibbled softly at his ear before whispering, "Can you cum for me as much as I you did last night? I bet you can. I want you to fill me with your cum again."

She ground down even harder on his cock, already close to cumming as he rubbed at her clit even faster. With only a little more rocking on his part, he had her pussy going into spasms on that hot, hard cock, creaming it with her juices, moaning hard into his neck as she did.

As she rode out her orgasm his hand crept up from her waist, slowly sliding higher. She could feel it brushing her breast softly, and continuing to rise, moaning softly as she mouthed at the tips of his fingers.

"I love you," Kim whispered, the words slipping off her tongue before she could help herself. His hand twitched almost imperceptibly before hooking around her throat suddenly, squeezing tightly. Kim's eyes went wide, thrashing on top of him, his cock still lodged within her just as hard as ever. He shifted then, lifting her up and slamming her backwards onto the bed, hand still clenched tightly.

She scrambled at his hand, fruitlessly. His grip was ungodly strong, not budging in the slightest as she clawed at it. Kim wheezed, thrashing as he straddled her now, not letting up on her throat at all. If anything he seemed to grip her even tighter, cutting off her air.

Now she couldn't scream even if she dared to do so. Kim's eyes bulged, still clawing at his hand frantically, her vision already starting to go fuzzy around the edges. Remarkably she could still feel his cock hard inside her, throbbing, pulsing hot.

He began to move inside of her again, releasing her throat just enough so that she could breathe again. She struggled underneath him, trying to push him off. He responded by grabbing her throat again and rocking as hard as he could against her pussy. She felt extremely lightheaded and the sensation was helping send her into another orgasm, somehow stronger than her first with him that evening.

She could feel his cock pulsing within her, pulsing harder with each rough thrust. He released her throat again before grabbed tighter. She felt him start to cum inside of her as he choked her, filling her with that cum of his. That cum she'd once craved, now she felt repulsed by it. He'd completely betrayed her trust. How could she be so fucking foolish?

He let go of her throat again, but kept rocking fast and hard against her, drilling his cock as deep as he could inside of her pussy.

"Michael, stop... ," she gasped. "Please stop..."

Michael didn't stop. He only choked her again, his fingers flexing against her neck as her body shook underneath him. She was close to cumming a third time. She didn't want to, trying to scream or even just squeal as her juices again flooded over his fat cock.

Kim couldn't believe she'd been deceived by him. By someone who'd been locked away and on Thorazine for most of their life. How could he have possibly managed to trick her? All she was supposed to do was sit there and make sure he stayed doped up. Instead, she took his cock out and played with it and decided to give him a nice final week in Smith's Grove before his trial. He deserved to go away. He deserved death, the bastard.

As he squeezed ever tighter at her throat, she fully expected to pass out. The pounding of his cock in her sore pussy was becoming duller by the second. Would he continue to fuck her, to rape her when she passed out? At that point, it wouldn't have surprised her.

He didn't even give her that relief though. Somehow, he was able to tell when she was about to pass out and released his grip, letting her breathe again, for a moment. When she was able to breathe again, she was able to feel his cock pulsing once more. He was going to cum again. She tried to struggle again, but she was weaker from the oxygen deprivation.

He squeezed possibly as hard as he could as her throat, arching his back as he shot a second load into her, his cock letting off a strong spasm with each spurt of his seed. And she'd begged him to cum as much as he could for her? All she wanted at that point was for him to stop and let her go.

With his release, he eased his hold on her throat as well and Kim saw her opportunity to escape. She flailed at him, slapping and squirming beneath him, hissing at him to let her go, that she had to get up right now before someone came. All true things, but for once Kim didn't fear discovery as much as she feared him. As her oxygen-starved brain began to recover, she realized just how close she'd been to death. She had to get out from under him, and away, now.

Still squirming, she took advantage of her newly found strength to bring her knee up, striking him in the hip, hard. At the same time she twisted, and whether it was from the shock of her strike, or he was just done toying with her, he shifted his weight to the side just enough for her to scramble out from beneath him.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she had her back to the farthest wall from him, struggling to straighten her uniform, not even caring about how her cheeks were flushed, her hair was a mess, and that his seed was still dripping down her thigh. Her cap was gone, likely somewhere in the tangle of soiled sheets, but she wouldn't dare get that close to retrieve it. Her panties lay a few feet to the left of the footboard though, in plain sight.

Keeping her eye fixed on him, she crept over, not wanting to come close enough for him to grab again, although he showed no interest in her now. Kim stuck her foot out, inching closer to the panties, and dragging them across the tile close enough for her to reach down and grab, never taking her eye off of him all the while.

With trembling hands, she stepped into them, and drew them up her aching legs, trying to figure out her next move. There was no way she was going to spend another night in here with him, not after what he'd just done. She didn't even care anymore about someone finding out, or her job, or anything else right now. All she wanted was to be out of this room, and away from him. If he were truly interested in keeping his charade up he'd clean up the rest anyway. Kim didn't care anymore.

Without a single word to him, she grabbed her purse and left, letting the door swing shut behind her. She made her way up the hall quickly, not even pausing at the front desk where Linda sat filing her nails.

"Gotta go home, now. Sick." Kim croaked out as she passed, not giving her a chance to ask any questions. What could she say, anyway? There wasn't anything that she could possibly say that would explain what had happened back there anyway. If she lost her job over it, oh well. At least she had her life.

She made her way out to her car, and made the drive home, numb. Now that she had put some distance between herself and Smith's Grove she wondered just how badly the repercussions would be for her. She would be fired, at the very least, if not blackballed from every hospital in the state. She might still have her life, but it was likely ruined.

When she let herself into her apartment the phone was ringing off the hook, predictably.

Kim stared for a moment, unable to decide if she wanted to answer or not. Finally she figured that she'd be in equally deep shit whether she answered now or later, so she picked up.

"Kim? Are you okay? You took off so quickly, and you looked like shit." Linda's voice over the line sounded worried, not angry. Kim took a deep breath, wondering if maybe her hunch about Michael picking up after himself might not have been too far off.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry Linda. It hit me out of nowhere, I had to leave." Kim replied. All technically true words, although she'd never tell Linda or anyone what had happened back there.

"Don't worry about it. It happens, I guess that crud going around finally caught up with you. Don't worry, I already checked on Mikey, and he's fine."

Of course he was.

"Anyway, I can take care of him tonight, it's no big deal. If you need to stay home tomorrow too don't worry about it. I need to make up all those hours I lost. I'll take care of it."

"Thanks Linda." She whispered, before hanging up the phone and dropping into her bed. Too emotionally exhausted to take off her clothes or shower, Kim fell into a deep sleep, and despite her earlier escape she found herself back there with him, in her dreams.