The Donation
Gladys has volunteered as an organ donor. The process turns out to be scarier than she'd expected, but also a great deal more pleasurable.
"Here you are, lady."
Gladys looked. The sign over the door read:
**Glenview City Hospital
Main Entrance**
"Guess so," she said. The gopher got out, took her wallet out of her purse, grabbed half the bills and handed them to the cabbie.
"Hey, this is way too much, lady," the wolverine said, looking surprised.
"Keep the change," she said airily, and walked through the automatic doors into the lobby. There was a counter with a sign that read, Patient check-in. Gladys walked over.
"Can I help you?" the cat behind the counter said.
"I'm here to make a donation," Gladys said, her voice quavering just a little.
"We'll have someone to help you in a minute." Neville's left foot found the little button and pressed it.
A Staffordshire terrier in light-blue scrubs showed up about thirty seconds later. Gladys looked at him: at least 6'8", with an upper body that could belong to an NFL tackle.
"We have a donor, Bruno," the cat said calmly. "Could you show her the way?"
"Sure. This way, ma'am." The big dog's beefy hand closed lightly around the gopher's upper arm, then he turned and guided her to a door marked "Donations". He pushed a button on the wall and the door swung slowly open. He led Gladys into the room. A fox in white scrubs came forward. "Hello, I'm Anton Deforest, your Donor Processing Technician. May I see your donor card, please?"
Gladys reached into her purse and found her card case. She unfolded it and took out the "organ donor" card, then handed it to the fox, who inspected it carefully. He compared her face with the photo. "Could you step over here, please?"
The gopher followed Anton to a countertop with a machine of some sort on it. He slipped the card into a slot on the side. "Put your right hand on the plate, please." She felt a slight buzzing sensation on her fingers, then there was a quick double beep.
"Okay," Anton said. "Everything seems to be in order. Please step over here and remove your clothing."
Gladys moved to where the fox pointed. There was a sign: Place all ID and valuables on a tray. Clothing and other items go in a barrel.
Gladys noticed that the pit bull was still in the room, his tail wagging slowly back and forth, and felt suddenly shy. She pointed. "Uh.... is he necessary?"
"I notice you're a volunteer..." the fox let his voice trail off.
"Yes. It's for my brother. He needs a heart and I'm a perfect match."
"Well, even volunteers sometimes get reluctant when it comes time to complete the donation. And draftees can be downright... troublesome. Most cooperate, but we like to have a bodyguard type present, just in case."
"Oh. Well I don't want to tangle with him." Gladys fished her wallet and card case out of her purse and put them on one of the empty trays. She stripped and dropped her clothing and half-empty purse into one of the two barrels
" So what happens next?"
"An orgasm."
"Oh, sex? I'd be happy to give you a blowjob. 'Tip the hangman' and like that."
The fox shook his head. "I'm a technician, not a hangman. And we need you to have a final orgasm. The burst of endorphins will get your organs working at their best. If you don't choose something else, I'm required to use a vibrator to get you off."
Gladys thought for about five seconds. "Oh... well in that case, fuck me. Fuck me real good!"
"Be glad to. Just lie down on this table." It looked more like a twin bed than a table, but Gladys didn't argue. The tech strapped Gladys's hands to the sides of the table. He put a strap across her chest just below her breasts and another across her belly. He wheeled a small cart over, opened a package of electrodes, and put them on her chest. He hooked up wires to the EKG on the cart. There was a quiet double-beep. Anton pulled on latex gloves, unwrapped an IV kit and gave Gladys a squishy ball to squeeze. "Little stick." He slipped the needle into her vein and taped it in place. Gladys looked at it nervously but didn't say anything.
"Spread your legs, please." He tied her ankles to the table with her knees bent apart. He took a zip tie and started to put it around her neck.
"What's that for," the gopher asked nervously.
"The medicine I'll use to stop your heart burns something fierce, so the law requires us to put you out first."
Gladys nodded, still puzzled.
"If you go without air for a minute or two, you'll lose consciousness in the middle of a really powerful orgasm. But if you're afraid of that, I can inject a fast-acting anesthetic instead."
Gladys shook her head. "It's my last orgasm. Might as well make it a big one."
"Good girl." The fox slipped the end of the ziptie into the head, then adjusted it loosely around her neck. He stepped back, pulled his gloves off, then took off his scrubs. He was naked underneath. He climbed up on the "table" and started kissing her. The gopher returned the kiss, with interest. He reached up and touched her tits, gently at first, then fondled them firmly. Gladys moaned. He licked a finger and reached down to flick her button lightly.
"Oooh, yes."
The fox reached inside and found her wet and ready. "Shall we?"
"Please, yes!"
Anton guided his erection into Gladys's opening, then pressed into her slowly but firmly. She gasped in pleasure. He started moving slowly inside her.
"Yeaahhhh," she moaned, her hips rising to meet Anton's.
The fox kept up a slow stroking motion until Gladys was moaning almost continuously, then he turned his head to the side and nodded.
The pit bull reached over, put one hand on Gladys's neck where the tie passed through the head, grabbed the free end, and simultaneously pushed and tugged. Gladys's breathing was cut off in the middle of inhaling. She glanced to one side nervously, then turned back to face Anton, her hips still moving in time with his thrusts.
Anton continued thrusting slowly, and the look in her eyes gradually changed. There was worry there, then actual fear. The gopher struggled in vain to free her hands. Anton changed his movements, now thrusting shallow and fast, rubbing his head over her G-spot again and again and again.
Gladys's expression changed again, fear replaced by resignation, then by a slightly nervous smile. The smile grew and spread across her face as her pleasure crested. Anton slowed down; he didn't want to come too soon.
Gladys's world started to turn red, then gray. I must be losing... she thought, then lost track of what she was thinking. Her face relaxed.
Anton reached up and touched Gladys's left eye. No blink. He thrust rapidly, finishing inside the gopher a few seconds later. He picked up a syringe from the counter, stuck it into her IV, and injected the potassium chloride. He waited. The EKG machine beeped loudly. Anton withdrew and stood up. He picked up a syringe from the counter, stuck it into the IV, and injected the potassium chloride. He waited. The EKG machine beeped loudly. Anton turned off the EKG, then pressed the button to notify the transplant team.