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Night Shift at the Hospital
by Eric Ericsson (eric_ericsson163@hotmail.com)

***

Set in a mental hospital, the night nurses amuse 
themselves by sexually violating their patients. 
Although this is bound to only traumatize the poor 
inmates more! Contains graphic rape scenes. (MF, nc, v)

***

In a small, locked room with institutional beige walls, 
the young woman shivered. She was naked, having refused 
the clothes she was offered, and there were goosebumps 
on her pale thighs. Sitting against the headboard of 
her bed, she hugged her knees and rocked. Normally a 
confident, extrovert girl, Trisha had taken an unwise 
cocktail of recreational drugs a week before and 
suffered an... episode. She had not spoken since her 
breakdown and seemed distant and withdrawn.

She started as a key turned in the lock, looking at the 
door with alarm. It opened, and a young male nurse 
walked in briskly, carrying a tray. Seeming not to 
notice her own nakedness, she looked away and returned 
to her reverie as he put down the tray and read the 
clipboard at the end of her bed.

The nurse watched her for a minute, assessing her 
condition. Still withdrawn. He walked around the end of 
the bed and approached her. He could see her watching 
her out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey, you," he said, watching her closely. She didn't 
look up. He was pretty sure that she was not going to 
move or speak. Too traumatized. It was too bad for a 
pretty girl to end up in this state, but then she had 
brought it on herself by using illegal drugs. He had no 
sympathy for her.

He looked around at the door, which he had locked. It 
was dark outside, a quiet night in the institution. 
Somewhere, a patient was wailing. He looked back at the 
girl, who was still staring at the wall and rocking 
slightly. No change. Ok, he thought.

"Hey!" he said curtly. "I said you. Look at this!"

Her head turned. She frowned for a minute, not 
understanding, then suddenly he heard an indrawn breath 
of horror. Well she might. He had taken his cock out of 
his pants.

It was fully erect, long and fat. Veins stood out on 
the shaft. He squeezed it lewdly, pointing the purple 
head at her. He reached for the tray, not taking his 
eyes off her, and brought out a small squeeze-tube from 
under a towel. Slowly he screwed off the lid, squeezed 
a dollop of liquid into his hand, and started spreading 
it up and down his hard-on.

"Yeah, look at this." Enjoying the moment, he stared 
into her eyes. She watched him like a frightened 
animal. There was a faint slurping sound as he rubbed 
the lubricant onto his prick. He took his time, poured 
out another squirt of KY and kept rubbing. A thin 
thread of pre-cum dripped from the head of his penis 
and lengthened towards the floor. She helplessly 
watched it descend.

He dropped his pants and walked to the head of the bed, 
where she sat, hugging her knees. Standing over her, he 
jacked his cock, making a dirty squelching sound. She 
could smell his balls. She shivered and looked away, 
scared.

He had done this before to other patients - jerk off on 
a patient, come on the helpless bitch's face. He would 
clean it off and retreat. It was one of the pleasures 
of his hard, dirty, poorly paid job. But this time he 
wanted more.

"I've got something for you," he told her. "Don' think 
you'll like it much, but I don't really give a shit." 
He pulled off the rest of his clothes and clambered 
onto the bed. His cock bobbed eagerly as he moved 
towards her.

She made an inarticulate sound and tried to move away, 
but he grabbed her and held her in place. Kneeling in 
front of her, he trapped her wrists in his hands and 
moved forward, sandwiching her folded legs between 
them.

"Ready, bitch...? Thought not." He held her wrists with 
one hand, pushed her knees against her chest with the 
other. She was much smaller than him and was only 
resisting weakly. He shuffled closer to where her pale 
bottom rested on the pillow. She gasped as his cockhead 
brushed against her lower tummy, leaving a glistening 
trail.

He pushed her legs further back, bringing her bottom 
further forward and exposing her pubic bush completely. 
Tilting his hips down, he pushed his erection between 
her legs. The tip slid down her perineum, rested 
between her ass cheeks. She let out a small moan and 
tried to pull away as she felt it touch her, but he had 
her in a tight grasp. "Fucking shut up," he told her.

He adjusted his position slightly, and growled in his 
throat as he felt the sensitive tip of his prick touch 
her anus. There was nowhere she could go, as the 
slippery glans pushed against her. Her anal muscle 
slackened hopelessly, and a tear slowly rolled down her 
averted face as he triumphantly pushed his cockhead 
into her.

This was his first full patient fuck and he was loving 
it. He inched his penis into her, holding her skinny 
wrists tight. She had no way of stopping the intrusion 
into her bum and no will to resist. It hurt, but the 
pain felt like it was happening to someone else. He 
grunted and pushed forwards hard, not stopping until 
her anal sphincter was stretched around the base of his 
prick. Her thick, dark pubic bush was tickling his 
stomach, and her slender thighs were sandwiched between 
them. He let go of her wrists and arranged her legs 
over his shoulders. There was no fight in her now.

He started to thrust, savoring the sensation up and 
down his cock. "Crazy bitch," he told her. There was no 
sympathy in him, if she had not wanted to be treated 
this way then she should not have taken drugs in the 
first place. He supposed that what he was doing was 
even legal - didn't the patients have to sign some kind 
of waiver of their civil rights when they were 
admitted?

He fucked the pretty inmate with long, smooth strokes. 
Her tight, unwilling rectum clasped his cock tightly. 
Twice she tried to pull away, but he just held her 
still and gave her an extra hard thrust up the arse to 
punish her. There would be no escape from this room for 
her, and no escape from his dick.

He heard footsteps in the corridor once, but didn't 
bother looking around. There was no need to worry about 
being caught - all the other night nurses in this ward 
were either on the same game, or being paid off. Most 
of the male nurses enjoyed buggering an attractive 
patient every so often. (Anal sex was the method of 
choice, as it avoided the threat of pregnancy, and any 
rough treatment to the patient could be explained away 
as the result of administering an enema or suppository 
medicine.) Some of the female nurses would turn a blind 
eye if they were slipped a wad of cash every so often; 
others liked to spend time alone with the patients as 
well. He didn't know what they did.

After about twenty minutes she was getting 
uncomfortably dry. He didn't want to tear her ass up, 
in case he got caught, so he pulled out, stood up and 
went to re-lubricate himself. "Dirty whore," he told 
her absently, cleaning his cock with a Cleenex. When he 
came back to the bed, the traumatized girl hadn't even 
moved - she was still sitting, back to the wall, with 
her knees up and her ass slack and open. He pulled her 
towards the end of the bed so he could stretch her out 
on her back with her legs open, then lay on top of her, 
shoved his wet prick back up her and continued pumping 
her bum.

There was a familiar tingly sensation at the base of 
his cock. His balls were starting to tighten. Clearly a 
new element was about to enter the doctor-patient 
relationship.

"Look at me," he told her. She stared at the ceiling, 
unresponsive. Irritated, he brought one hand up and 
grabbed her by the chin. "Look at me!" He forced her 
head around so he could stare into her eyes. Seemingly 
hypnotised, she watched him with unblinking eyes as his 
thrusts accelerated.

She suddenly felt like she was up on the ceiling, 
looking down. Emotionless, she watched his buttocks 
moving up and down, slowly tightening. The girl on the 
bed - who was that girl? - was just lying there, biting 
her lip as she received more and more dick up her ass. 
Gee, that must hurt, she thought distantly. It all 
seemed very far away.

He was losing control, well past the point of no 
return. He thought he should pull out, whip his dick 
out and cum on her, but he wasn't ready yet and the 
sensation of having his cock up a helpless patient's 
arsehole was just too great. He moved forward and 
kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and up 
against her teeth. The feeling of her warm, wet, 
unwilling mouth was amazing and he started to cum. 
Squirt after squirt jetted into her. It felt like he 
was cumming into her mouth and her bum at the same 
time. The best orgasm he'd ever had.

After about a minute of lying on top of her, panting, 
he pulled out, wiped himself off and got dressed. 
Moving in a daze, he took the unresisting girl to the 
bathroom and carefully cleaned her off. He wiped the 
cum and lube off her pubic area, toileted her, and took 
her back to bed.

He pulled the covers over her and stood back to catch 
his breath. His drained penis was stirring and he 
wanted to do it all again for a moment, but he had work 
to do and his supervisor would kick his ass if he 
didn't finish. He could wait until the next night. He 
made a mental note to start force-feeding her the 
contraceptive pill so that he could enjoy vaginally 
raping her as well, with no fear of consequences.

If she ever recovered her voice, she would certainly 
accuse him and he would go to jail - but he knew she 
would never recover. Any progress made by her therapist 
during the day would certainly be reversed by the 
sexual trauma of her nightly rapes. She would withdraw 
further from the world and be reduced to a helpless 
fuck toy.

Walking down the corridor away from her room, he 
remembered a story he had heard from another nurse, an 
older man named Bob who had been working at the asylum 
for years. Bob was a career patient-molester. He had 
never been married or been in a normal relationship; he 
claimed that the hospital patients fulfilled all his 
sexual needs. Currently he had several female patients 
clamoring to receive 'special medicine' from him. They 
liked to get their 'special medicine' because it made 
them feel good and sleep deeply, although they might 
not have been so keen if they knew that it consisted of 
a triple dose of tranquilisers, a muscle relaxant 
injection and about 10 cc of sperm administered anally.

Anyway, this story was about a seventeen-year-old girl 
called Karen, who had admitted herself to the hospital 
after suffering a mild attack of depression. One of the 
night nurses had entered her room and tried to molest 
her. When she yelled at him to get off her, he realised 
his mistake. He knew he would lose his job if she 
reported him, so he had to act fast. He sedated her, 
then called in Bob and his friends for help. Together 
they figured out a plan - Karen must be reduced to a 
state where she could no longer accuse anybody.

They pumped her full of tranquilisers and left her. 
Karen slept through the next day, apparently in a coma. 
Her doctors were baffled, but decided that they would 
simply have to put her on a drip and leave her to 
awaken naturally.

That night, Bob and the other conspirators came to 
Karen's room. Working together, they put a blindfold 
over her eyes, tied her ankles together and put her in 
a strait-jacket. They put earmuffs on her head, and 
just to make sure, they turned on a radio and turned it 
up, filling the room with white noise. Then they gave 
her a shot to wake her up.

Karen was left in a state of sensory deprivation, 
unable to see, hear, or move. All she could feel was 
the cotton bedsheet under her, the straitjacket holding 
her arms fast and her own harsh breathing. She couldn't 
remember where she was or how she'd got there. Was she 
even alive? She started to panic, but she was 
completely restrained and there was nothing she could 
do, except to thrash around like a fish. Eventually she 
calmed down and stared into blank nothingness. Her mind 
went vacant, she felt like she was losing herself. An 
eternity seemed to pass (though in fact it was only 
thirty minutes).

Suddenly she felt something - hands parting her 
buttocks. Something cold dripped between her cheeks... 
wet fingers touched her anus, rubbed the cold liquid 
around, dipped between her legs and dabbed between her 
vaginal lips. Horrified and revolted, she tried to 
squirm away, but couldn't move. A finger slipped into 
her vagina, swivelled, withdrew. There was another 
pause, and then a weight slowly came down on her back. 
Her legs were parted... something hot and swollen was 
probing between her labia. 

Part of her wanted to scream and pull away, but the 
rest of her welcomed the contact - anything but the 
void she had been lost in before. It hardly mattered 
either way, as there was nothing she could do. The 
intruder found her vaginal opening, pushed inside... 
She could feel nothing but the cock moving in and out 
of her. It felt like her entire body had diminished to 
the size of her cunt and her entire being was being 
raped.

Karen was raped eight times that night, vaginally, 
anally or both at once. She was kept in sensory 
deprivation for the entire night. At the end of the 
night, Bob gave her another massive dose of 
tranquilisers. She lost consciousness almost 
immediately. They removed the gear from her, took her 
to the bathroom and quickly and efficiently cleaned her 
up, then put her back in bed and reinserted her 
catheter.

The conspiracy repeated this 'treatment' the next 
night... and the next... and the next. Karen received 
eleven night-long sensory deprivation and rape sessions 
in the next two weeks, spending the rest of the time 
unconscious. Her entire world now consisted of being 
raped. By the end of the 'treatment', Karen's mild 
depression had been converted to total, drooling, 
incurable insanity. She would never speak again. Bob 
and the conspiracy congratulated each other on a job 
well done, and took three days sick leave to give their 
aching cocks time to recover.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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