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Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Sanitarium - 3

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Sanitarium - 3 (FFM, preg, sci-fi)
By Sakka (Sakka66@aol.com)

***

Investigating a private sanitarium, reporter Dan Banner 
discovers the facility is staffed with an awesome array 
of lusty and busty women; however, getting out of the 
sanitarium isn't as easy for Dan as getting in... (based 
on "The Clinic", by Homer Vargas)

***

In fact, Carmen was right--Dan did have enough desire 
left to fuck her one last time. During that fuck, he 
asked her how she planned to get the other patients out 
of the hospital--the ones more comatose than he was--but 
Carmen just said that they would have to take their 
chances; the reason she was helping Dan, specifically, 
was because she needed at least one alert and fully 
conscious witness alive to testify against Claire in 
court.

That didn't necessarily encourage Dan--that Carmen was 
willing to risk the lives of a sanitarium full of 
helpless men--but it was hard to mount an effective 
rebuttal after his mind was addled by a full day of 
fucking. It was all he could do to fuck Carmen, squirt 
one last trickle of sperm into her belly, then roll over 
and fall asleep.

The next day was certainly eventful, though. As usual, 
Jennifer injected him with Loquacin, then fucked him, 
but then virtually every girl in the building--except 
Carmen and Claire--started taking turns with him. He 
fucked Sally, Nancy and Ruth--plus the cook, a little 
cutie named Doris--but he was most surprised when Suzie, 
the chunky receptionist, came into his room for a turn. 
As with Doris (and Carmen), the sheer surprise of a new 
girl made it more exciting, and Dan didn't have a 
problem getting it up when the short-haired blond 
climbed onto his bed still wearing her tube dress and 
sexy sandals. 

"I never thought I'd see you in here," Dan admitted, as 
Suzie opened her dress to flop out her tits; "or those."

"Do you like my boobies?" Suzie asked.

Dan answered by pulling her down on top of him and 
sucking both her nipples in turn. Suzie giggled with 
startled delight, then wriggled around on top of Dan 
until he was super-hard and drooling pre-cum on her 
thighs and labia. For Dan's part, he was secretly 
pleased to hear Suzie gasp when she squatted over him, 
then thrust down suddenly hard to spear herself with his 
cock; she was tighter than the other girls--amazingly 
so--and it made Dan even harder to realize this was 
probably just as much of a treat for her as it was for 
him.

"You're so hard, Dan..." Suzie purred, squatting on her 
haunches; "I can feel you in my womb...!"

"Damn, you're so tight..." Dan replied, wrapping his 
hands around her feet--tightly-bound by her sandal 
straps, and pitched up high on her heels; "you're gonna 
make me cum..."

"I'm surprised you still have any left," Suzie said, 
grinding her shaven love mound into his groin; "after 
all that cum you shot in Jennifer..."

Dan wondered about that himself; clearly, his secret 
benefactor hadn't cut off the Loquacin altogether; he 
still had enough of the drug in his system to make him 
super-potent, but not enough to give him amnesia.

"Do you have protection?" Dan asked her, feeling his 
climax drawing close.

"No," Suzie admitted, "but don't worry about it. I'll be 
okay."

That was good enough for Dan; lifting his hands, he 
clutched her hips--thrust upward as she thrust down--and 
fired his cum right into the depths of her cunt. Suzie 
seemed pleased, feeling Dan's penis throb in her hole as 
he filled her up with his juices, and afterward leaned 
forward to kiss him goodnight. 

But it was only as Suzie climbed off the bed and flipped 
off the overhead light that Dan realized--watching her 
go--that Claire was now standing just inside the 
doorway; quite probably, she'd been standing there for 
several minutes, watching them fuck.

Keeping in mind what he'd seen before--Claire walking 
right through a closed door--Dan felt a sudden rush of 
fear as he heard Claire's high heels click across the 
floor, approaching his bed. Since their first (and only) 
fuck, Claire hadn't had much direct contact with him.

But Dan remembered her domineering manner during their 
first encounter, and wondered why she would be there now 
in the near pitch-darkness of his room, lit only by the 
light leaking in from the corridor. Was it possible that 
Carmen really was a secret agent, and Claire--realizing 
something was up--was now moving in to eliminate Dan as 
a witness to her mysterious activities...?

Dan could only guess, but he wasn't about to just lie 
there and take whatever was coming; as quietly as he 
could, he moved over to the far side of his bed, ready 
to jump or fight if Claire tried anything. Happily, 
though, Claire's mission did not appear to be one of ill 
intent. Stopping near his bed, Claire flipped on a small 
reading light, and smiled down at Dan.

"Did you like that little treat?" Claire asked, resting 
her hand on Dan's cock; "Suzie isn't a professional 
therapist, but I thought you might like her tight little 
pussy."

"Thanks," Dan said, looking up at Claire in her dark 
blue suit. If anything, her ample bosom looked even 
larger in her suit, and Dan felt himself growing hard 
again beneath her fingers.

"Would you like to fuck me now?"

"I'm sure hard..."

Without even stripping then, Claire climbed up where 
Suzie had been just moments before, and Dan sighed as he 
felt his newly-hard cock-head nestle into the folds of 
her labia. As Claire sunk down on Dan's cock, her skirt 
rode up on her hips, but it wasn't the sugary-sweet grip 
of her cunt that Dan noticed most; it was Claire's 
downright sweet and loving expression as she felt his 
penis nudge into her cervix. Could this be her true 
face--the face she only let him see when she thought he 
was high on full-strength Loquacin?

"Is it good?" Claire asked, thrusting against him, and 
milking his shaft with her pussy.

"It's good..." Dan admitted.

"You do feel hard inside me..." Claire said, finally 
unbuttoning her suit and her blouse; "would you like to 
suck my tits?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," Claire said, unsnapping her bra and letting her 
boobs fall free. Illuminated in the harsh, low light of 
the reading lamp, they looked like a pair of waxing 
moons, plump with the promise of a woman's fertility.

"I have a little secret, Dan," Claire said, leaning 
forward to let Dan suck on her nipples--even as she 
continued to fuck him; 

"I'm pregnant with your baby."

With his tit in her mouth, and his cock pulsing hard in 
her cunt, Dan almost gagged.

"What--?"

"So are Jennifer and Sally," Claire said, looking away 
with curious modesty; "you knocked us all up good, and 
we're all so very happy. I just wanted to tell you--even 
if you can't really remember..."

"What the hell--? Claire, I don't even know you! And now 
I'm a dad...? With all of you...?"

"Hush, now," Claire said, lifting up slightly to rest a 
finger on his lips. "If you're good, and suck my 
titties, I'll tell you what we're all really doing 
here."

"Okay..." Dan muttered, around her finger.

"There," Claire said, leaning forward and feeling Dan 
take one of her nipples back into his mouth, "now I'll 
tell you my story...

"My name isn't really Claire Pratt; my name is really 
Major Dalva Ger'ya, and I was born--well, I will have 
been born--in the year 2525..."
Dan murmured surprise.

"Just keep sucking, Honey," Claire said, tucking her 
sandal-shod feed under Dan's thighs; "now like I was 
saying, I was born in 2525, and I'm actually 76 years 
old, counting in a linear fashion. In the future, the 
world is a better place than it is now--there's no 
crime, no prejudice, no wars--but there is one problem: 
our birth control is on the verge of killing the human 
race.

"Around 2550, scientists developed a perfect 
contraceptive by manipulating a retrovirus which would 
replicate itself inside a woman's reproductive tract. It 
was 100% effective--for the first time in history, there 
was truly care-free sex without consequences--but then 
the virus began to mutate, altering the DNA of female 
germ cells. The effect was that most women became 
infertile, and those few who could have children only 
had girls."

Dan gulped, but Claire kept her tit firmly ensconced in 
his mouth.

"By the time we figured out what was happening," Claire 
continued, "it was too late for conventional medicine to 
do much. Our scientists knew that a certain rare 
genotype could have reversed the effect of the virus, 
but it only occurred in males, and--at any rate--it was 
so rare that it probably hadn't existed on Earth for 
more than 500 years. Luckily, though, we in the World 
Defense Force had a time machine handy, so I put 
together a team of agents and we came back here to look 
for you."

"Wait a minute," Dan asked, finally popping her tit out 
of his mouth, "assuming this isn't pure bullshit, how 
would you know where to look?"

"Well, actually, we already knew quite a bit about where 
to look before we left. Working backward from the 
genetic samples of our own population, we knew you'd 
probably live in a certain small area of North America, 
and we also knew your genotype would make you a very 
horny man. But the clincher was your potency; only a man 
with your genotype could make one of us pregnant with a 
son."

"Oh my God; are you...?"

"Yes, Honey," Claire said, lifting up her torso, 
pressing down her hips, and hugging his penis tenderly 
with her cunt; "I'm carrying your son. It's just a few 
weeks, but we can already tell with a medical scanner." 

For a long moment, Dan could only stare up at Claire's 
beautiful face, not sure whether to laugh or smirk or 
take her seriously. But he knew he was hard; even if she 
was lying about being pregnant, just the very thought of 
knocking up half the sanitarium staff was enough to 
swell the diameter of his cock another half an inch. 
Claire seemed to feel it--the swollen shaft stretching 
the mouth of her pussy--and murmured with pleasure.

"Don't hurt your head thinking about it," Claire said, 
finally; "you'll never remember any of this anyway. I 
just wanted you to know how much I love you--how glad I 
am I found you, after all our searching."

Finally, Dan could take no more; up to his balls inside 
Claire, he erupted--spackling her womb with jet after 
jet of his spunk-- and Claire closed her eyes as she 
felt him squirt away inside her.

"Sleep now, Honey," Claire said, leaning forward to kiss 
him on the lips, and squeeze his cock in her pussy; 
"I'll let you go soon, and you'll have no more busty 
girls from the future to pester you."

* * *

Tired as he was, hearing Claire's heels clicking across 
the floor as she left and closed the door behind her, 
Dan couldn't even think about sleeping. He had no idea 
what was true--Carmen's story, or Claire's, or both, or 
neither--but he knew he had to get out of this place and 
fast. 

So Dan slid out of bed on wobbly knees--wobbly from 
untold days of non-stop fucking--pulled on his clothes, 
and let himself out of his room. He hadn't gone 10 feet, 
however, before he heard high heels clicking on the 
floor behind him. 

"I was just coming for you," Carmen said; "it's time to 
go."

"Where?" Dan asked, his heart racing.

"Out the back door, across the veranda."

"Won't they see us?"

"Just go!" Carmen ordered.

She didn't have to say it twice; motivated by the force 
of her tone, Dan dashed for the rear door overlooking 
the darkened sun deck, swung it carefully open, and 
crept out into the night. The sun deck creaked as he 
crossed it, so he went slow there, but once he reached 
the grass beyond he broke into a flat-out run. 
Remembering his outings with Sally, he charged across 
the familiar landscape until he reached the edge of the 
road leading into town, then collapsed in a roadside 
irrigation ditch.

It was only then that Dan paused to catch his breath, 
noting that Carmen was not behind him. That concerned 
him for a moment, but he was later glad--for the sake of 
a future piece he planned to write about his adventures-
-that he was still close enough to see the sanitarium. 
Looking back toward the building, he winced as he saw 
the night suddenly explode with light--the search beams 
of helicopters erupting out of the dark sky even as the 
building grounds swarmed with teams of men in body 
armor, dressed in black and armed with assault rifles.

Whatever Claire was up to, it was over now.

* * *

With a reporter's instinct for a story, Dan tried to 
stay conscious as the raid proceeded, but he was 
frustrated by his own exhaustion; overcome by sleep and 
nodding off, he didn't wake up until late the next 
morning, in the back of an ambulance.

Sitting up, he saw the ambulance must be parked in front 
of the sanitarium, but something was clearly odd about 
the building. Although it had looked fairly neat and 
tidy before, it now looked dusty and weather-beaten, as 
if it might have been standing unused and abandoned for 
years.

Shortly thereafter, a white-coated doctor pronounced him 
fit to be interviewed, and he staggered out of the 
ambulance to find himself surrounded by dozens of 
unmarked vehicles with U.S. government license plates. 
The same armed men he'd seen before were prowling around 
the grounds of the sanitarium, but it was even more 
obvious now that the sanitarium was a long-abandoned 
structure with peeling paint, broken windows and 
overgrown weeds all around.

At any rate--as a man in a black suit with dark 
sunglasses came up to speak with him--it was clear this 
was not the same building he had come to investigate 
some time before.

"Mr. Banner," the man said, flashing a badge; "may I 
have a word with you?"

"May I see your badge?" Dan asked.

But the man put the badge away before Dan could get a 
good look at it.

"Mr. Banner, we've been in contact with your paper, and 
they confirmed that you were sent here on an assignment 
two weeks ago. Is that correct?"

"I guess so; I'm not sure about the time, to be honest."

"I wonder if you could tell us, then, what you might 
know about the whereabouts of Miss Claire Pratt."

"Isn't she in there?" Dan asked, pointing at the 
building.

"No," the man said; "there's nothing in the building--
it's an empty shell."

"What about the patients?"

"I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss that."

Dan lifted an eyebrow. In fact, turning his head 
slightly, he could see that some of his fellow patients 
were indeed nearby, still wearing their hospital gowns 
as doctors and nurses (he guessed) tended to them. And 
Carmen was nearby too, although it was hard to tell if 
she was looking at him behind her own pair of dark 
sunglasses.

"Well, you must know something," Dan said; "your agent 
in the sanitarium is standing right over there."

"Mr. Banner, I'm not at liberty to discuss anything we 
know about this matter."

"Well, am I free to go, then?"

"Not yet. When you are free to go, however, you will be 
advised not to mention anything you've seen here."

"Or what?"

"Or unfortunate consequences could follow," the man 
said, nodding to two burly men with nightsticks who had 
just stepped up on either side of Dan. "Gentlemen, 
please look after Mr. Banner."

* * *

Accompanied by the burly men, Dan soon found himself in 
a large trailer with a small office inside, where he 
would spend the greater portion of the day being 
peppered with questions from more men and women in 
black. From the questioning, Dan inferred that his hosts 
had not found any trace of Claire or Jennifer or any 
other sanitarium staff, but had found a thoroughly 
bewildered bunch of young men with vague memories of 
really good sex with a bunch of lusty women.

For his part, Dan patiently told what he knew about 
Claire--including her story about coming from the future 
to collect his sperm--but it wasn't clear whether the 
interviewers viewed that as credible. He was just glad 
the interviewers finally decided to let him go, after a 
stern warning not to tell anyone about anything that 
he'd seen or heard at the sanitarium.

For a while--driving back to Beavertown in the car he 
found parked right where he'd left it two weeks earlier-
-Dan considered telling Mort Butterman everything that 
had happened at Hillhaven, out of sheer resentment 
toward his interviewers, but he thought better of it by 
the time he reached his office. Respecting the veiled 
menace of the powerfully armed and shadowy agents he'd 
been talking to, he told his startled editor that he had 
gone to check out the situation at Hillhaven Sanitarium, 
but somehow got sidetracked when he was talking to a 
girl at a bar, and sheepishly admitted that he'd 
actually spent the last two weeks having an affair with 
her.

"That sounds like you," Butterman said; "you're still 
fired, though."

"Yeah, I kind of figured I would be."

In a daze--Dan stumbled out of the Beavertown Bugle and 
listlessly dragged himself toward his car, parked across 
the street. Preoccupied with thoughts of the nightmare 
he'd just been through, he made only a cursory glance up 
and down the street for approaching traffic--then 
promptly stepped out right in the path of an oncoming 
delivery van. By the time he heard the horn, and turned 
to see it coming, it was too late to dodge or jump out 
of the way.

Thus, eyes wide with terror, Dan could only look on with 
fear as the truck came closer, and closer...

Then suddenly stopped. In fact, focused as he was on the 
truck, it wasn't until a moment later that Dan realized 
everything on the street had stopped--the truck, other 
cars, pedestrians, even a couple of birds flying 
overhead. Thus, the street was suddenly silent, too--yet 
Dan could move, and he took the sudden opportunity 
afforded to leap back onto the sidewalk before the 
newspaper office.

"Well, that was a close one, wasn't it, Dan?"

Dan spun around. He knew that voice--it was Claire 
Pratt!

And sure enough, Claire was standing not 10 feet away, 
holding some kind of gleaming silver cylinder in her 
hand. Her costume was mostly unfamiliar--a sort of green 
military tunic and skirt with red piping--but her 
sandals were certainly familiar, as were her wide hips 
and epic bosom.

"What the hell...?"

"I guess I do owe you an explanation," Claire said, 
rushing over to catch him before he collapsed in shock. 
Were he more lucid, he would have noticed that the 
clicking of her high heels on the concrete was strangely 
deadened as she ran, but it was all he could do just to 
stand upright at the moment.

"Yeah...like, where the hell have you been?"

"Come over here," Claire said, guiding Dan to the bench 
of a nearby bus stop. "I don't have long to explain, so 
I hope you'll forgive me if I'm brief. Do you remember 
what I said, about me loving you?"
Dan nodded.

"Well, I do love you, Dan; maybe it's partly what you've 
done for us--unwittingly--to help us save the future, or 
maybe it's the way you fought so hard to keep your 
dignity despite all the things we did to you. I don't 
know what makes one person fall in love with another 
person...maybe it's just chemistry. But whatever it is, 
you're that person to me."

Dan blinked, not knowing what to say.

"I know this will be hard to believe," Claire continued, 
"since it's only been a few hours for you since you last 
saw me--but I've been back in my own time for almost a 
year now, and the scientists were right. With your 
genotype--handed down through the babies you gave my 
team--we were able to stop the epidemic of infertility."

"You had my babies...?"

"Didn't I tell you? Oh, right--you didn't believe me, of 
course. But it's true, we did, all of us--Jennifer, 
Sally, Nancy, Ruth, Suzie, Doris, me--we all had your 
babies, and all but Sally and Ruth had a boy. And...they 
all look just like you."

From her eyes, shining with sincerity, Dan could tell 
this must be the truth. But what was she doing here, and 
what had happened to the street?

"You're probably wondering about the time stasis, 
though," Claire said, glancing at the frozen motion on 
the street; "that was my doing. Once we found out who 
you were--your actual name, here in the past--we were 
able to research what happened to you later in history. 
Unfortunately, according to the historical record--an 
obituary in tomorrow's paper, in fact--you were just 
killed by that truck that nearly hit you."

Dan gasped, well aware of the truck still frozen inches 
from where he'd stood.

"But I couldn't let you die," Claire explained, turning 
back to Dan; "not when I had the means to save you. I 
came back to the past just before you were supposed to 
die, and froze time so I could keep you from being 
killed by that truck."

"Couldn't you have just warned me not to cross the 
street?"

"Actually, no; no time traveler dares to tamper too much 
with history--we took an awful risk just setting up the 
sanitarium in that old abandoned building. If I'd warned 
you not to cross the street, there's no telling what you 
might have done later--like maybe bumping into one of 
the ancestors of the inventor of our time machine, and 
accidentally keeping him from meeting his future wife--
or almost any little thing, that might have completely 
altered the future."

Utterly confused, Dan grasped his forehead.

"Wait a minute; you left me at the sanitarium, went back 
to the future, then came back to the past to save 
me...?"

"That's right."

"But...if you just saved me...won't THAT alter the 
future?"

"Oh, Dan," Claire said, reaching forward to touch his 
shoulder, "no; it was your destiny to die today. As long 
as you die in the accident like you're supposed to, the 
future will be safe."

Dan reeled with shock.

"What are you saying--you want me to go back into the 
street and get run over?"

"No," Claire said, looking up at someone approaching 
from behind Dan; "I have someone else in mind for that 
job."

That someone, just then stepping into view, completely 
shattered Dan's composure. It was HIMSELF--or if not 
himself, an amazingly lifelike simulation.

"This is a robot," Claire explained, as Dan felt his 
heart racing once again fast in his chest, "made in your 
likeness, which will die in your place to preserve the 
flow of history."

"Pleased to meet you, sir," the robot-Dan said, bowing 
slightly.

"Are you me--?" Dan asked.

"No, sir," the robot answered, "I'm just a simple 
organic construct, with no true self-awareness."

"Which is key," Claire added, "since killing a self-
aware robot is actually considered murder in the future. 
Since the robot is made out of living tissue, it will 
fool any coroner who looks at it with your technology, 
then break down into a harmless sludge after it's 
buried."

"So what happens to me?" Dan asked.

"I take you home with me," Claire said, eyes once again 
shining; "if you'll go with me."

"You're really serious, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I would like you to live with me--to marry 
me--in the future, but you don't have to...I mean, 
there's plenty of other girls who are younger than 
me..."

"I'd love to marry you, Claire," Dan said, overcome by 
the proud woman's modesty. "Or, what was your real 
name...?"

"Dalva."

"Dalva," Dan repeated. "But that must be some world you 
come from, if all the girls look like you and 
Jennifer..."

"I told you it was a better world," Dalva said.

"Jesus--but what about my mom and dad? Can't I tell them 
where I went?"

Dalva shook her head. "No. For all this world knows, 
you're already dead."

"Well, it certainly wasn't much of a world," Dan 
muttered, reflecting on his job (now gone), and his 
quickly-diminishing respect for the government. "Did you 
know the government was onto you?"

"Yes, we knew all about that. We actually brought the 
whole sanitarium--the one where we fucked you--from the 
future, since it had a lot of our laboratory and time 
drive machinery inside it..."

"Behind the black door?"

"...yes--behind the black door--and we teleported the 
old dilapidated building into the future temporarily 
while we were occupying the same space. Unfortunately, 
all that took a lot of energy, and activating the time 
drive actually created an EM pulse that we knew would be 
detected by NORAD. It was only a matter of time before a 
Black Ops team showed up, but Carmen looked so cute in 
her little jumpsuit, we pretended not to know she was 
spying on us."

"What about her lowering my dose of Loquacin? Did you 
know about that?"

"Not at first--although your lucidity did make me 
suspicious. It didn't really matter, though; that time I 
told you the truth about me--the last night we fucked--I 
had already decided I would bring you to the future 
somehow. I just had to do some research after I got 
home, to find out what your role in history was supposed 
to be."

"But I told the government all about you--won't that 
change history?"

"I rather doubt it. You may have noticed that people 
make all kinds of amazing claims--about flying saucers, 
mysterious abductions, psychic phenomena--but without 
hard evidence, who really believes them?"

"That's true," Dan conceded. "So anyway--since I'm not 
going to be around here to see it--what happens to 
Carmen later, in her life?"

"So you will come with me, then?" Dalva asked, standing 
up and reaching a hand down to Dan.

"I'll come with you," Dan said, taking Dalva's hand and 
standing up beside her.
"Well, I'll tell you then," Dalva said, leaning in close 
to Dan; "Carmen's going to have a little surprise of her 
own when she misses her next period. She's pregnant with 
your triplets."

Dan's jaw dropped.

"But it's okay, she's married--she'll talk her husband 
into thinking they're his. Robot, take your position."

Obediently, the robot trotted out into the street, right 
in front of the delivery van.

"Do I have to watch this?" Dan asked, in a low whisper.

"No, it's better if you didn't," Dalva said, pulling Dan 
close to herself with one hand, and manipulating her 
time control cylinder with the other. Even as the stasis 
field collapsed, both of them vanished from the street 
in downtown Beavertown, and reappeared in a different 
world--a gleaming transparent hemisphere filled with 
beaming new mothers, all very familiar to Dan, and all 
dressed in uniforms similar to Dalva's.

Immediately, Dan realized that all the young women were 
cradling babies in their arms--Jennifer holding two, in 
fact--and Dan took special note of two mothers actually 
nursing their babies from breasts fat and plump with 
milk, Sally and Suzie. Dan could only guess how old the 
girls really were--in light of Dalva's admission of her 
true age--but all were smiling with the rosy cheeks of 
nascent motherhood. 

Indeed, though the sun was shining through the windows 
of the chamber, and a shining white city lay gleaming 
all around them, Dan saw nothing but the mothers and 
their children--his children. He barely noticed, then, 
as Dalva paused to put away her time controller, but 
very definitely took notice when she reached out to take 
her own chubby son from the arms of Jennifer.

"Thank you, Jan'el," Dalva said--finally revealing 
Jennifer's true name to Dan as well. Beaming with pride, 
Dalva then turned to Dan with the child they had made in 
her arms. 

"This is mine," Dalva said.

"And so am I," Dan replied, smiling back--as happy, he 
supposed--as a dead man ever could be...

THE END

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