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Wing Three
by Ellis34 (no address provided)

***

Sam is a nurse in a mental hospital. She falls for a 
patient and has an adventure that will change her life 
forever! (MMF, nc, rp, oral, anal)

***

Westover hospital was not a pretty place. It was gray in 
color and disposition. It had been a cutting edge 
hospital for treatment of psychiatric conditions in the 
40's, and helped many soldiers coming back from WWII, 
but now, it had lost that edge. It was gated and had a 
twelve foot razor wire fence around it with armed 
guards. 

Westover was now a hospital for those who were a danger 
to themselves and/or others as well as having a ward of 
criminals with psychiatric disorders. Not the kind of 
place that would bring a smile to your face when you 
went to work, but Sam Canter had to try to see any good 
in this situation. 

Samantha (she had gone by Sam her whole life) was a 27 
year old nurse that had landed at Westover after being 
removed from her job at Central Hospital for having 
drugs come up missing during her shift. Since it could 
never be proven that she stole the drugs, she was not 
convicted, but was "laid off" three weeks later and had 
been turned down by every Hospital and clinic in a fifty 
mile radius. 

Westover was an "end of the line" night shift nursing 
job, but Sam had school loans and other debts to pay, so 
she took it. Part of why she had been given a chance on 
the job was that her younger brother was born Down 
syndrome and she had cared for him until his death of a 
heart condition a couple of years past. She seems to 
have great empathy for people who were mentally 
challenged.

Sam was a pretty girl. She had a slim five seven figure 
with small B cup breasts. She was a runner, so sports 
bras were almost all she wore. The material of which 
made her almost look like a boy except for the makeup 
that she wore very lightly to work. She left her dark 
brown pubes on her pussy. Without a lot of curves on her 
body, she wanted any lover to know she was adult. If she 
shaved it, she'd look like a little girl. Her brown hair 
was cut short because it was easier and she didn't have 
it swishing in her face when she ran. Dress her in 
scrubs, and you have a person who almost looks 
androgynous. 

"I'm Sam Canter" she said to the guard at the front gate 
"it's my first day." She said, smiled and handed him her 
badge and allowed him to look into her bag. She had been 
told that it was standard procedure when entering, so 
she understood what was going on, then she walked 
through the metal detector. "Clear" said the guard as he 
handed her back her bag and she proceeded to the 
personnel office to meet Dr. Raynes.

Dr. Raynes liked Sam. He thought she would work out fine 
working with the patients. They had hired other female 
nurses, but they were seen as a sex object by the 
patients and inmates, and soon left due to the 
conditions. Sam's looks might make it easier for her to 
work without the tension of sex always being around. He 
showed Sam around and introduced her to the staff that 
she would work with. "I'm going to pair you with Dave 
for the first few days. He will show you the schedule, 
rules, and procedures of the job." said the doctor. 

"Hi," said Dave as he stuck out his hand. He liked that 
Sam had a firm handshake. The doctor said his goodbyes 
and returned to his office as Dave started showing Sam 
around. 

"They have you on wing one for the first few weeks. 
These are mostly patients that have to be monitored 
because they are a danger to themselves or others. Some 
are restrained, others seem normal but have a violent 
streak. We work together, always, even when you are not 
in training, you have to have another staff member with 
you around patients." Sam nodded as they swiped their 
cards and went into a large open room with people all 
around. 

"This is the day room," Dave said, as he told her what 
was happening around her. "When the patients on wing one 
and two are good and have taken their meds, they are 
allowed to come in here and do all sorts of things." He 
pointed, "Arts and crafts over there, a TV to watch over 
here, board games in the back over there." 

Just then a Black male in his thirties came up. He was 
obviously Down as Sam's brother was. "Hi Leon," said 
Dave. "Sam, this is Leon. He's my buddy." As he patted 
Leon on the back. Leon smiled, pushed Dave in a kidding 
way, looked at Sam for a while and then walked off. "Bye 
Leon" said Sam and he turned to look at her again. The 
two staff walked off and continued their tour.

After about a month, Sam started to feel more 
comfortable with her position. She was walking down the 
hall, and heard Leon in his room groaning in pain. She 
opened the trap door and said, "Leon, where are you I 
can't see you. Are you OK?" and another long groan arose 
from the cell. Sam looked around. No other staff was 
there, but she feared that this childlike patient may 
have fallen or was sick. 

She opened the door which landed against Leon's leg. She 
went in the room and was shocked to see Leon with his 
pants around his knees stroking his rather large cock. 
He looked up at her as she calmly said, "Leon Put that 
away." He did and got up. As he stood, he inadvertently 
shut the door with Sam's keys in the outer lock. "No!" 
was all she could say as she saw the door swing shut. 
The trap was closed too and only opened from the 
outside, so she was trapped alone with a patient. 

Leon looked at her and said, "You a boy?" 

"No Leon, I am a girl," she said, trying not to show her 
nervousness. 

He looked her up and down and said with a smile, "No 
you're not. You a boy!" 

"Leon... I'm a girl... I promise you," she answered with 
a smile. Her brother had often asked such forward 
questions. 

Leon said, "Okay, show me." 

"I can't do that Leon. I promise you I am a girl," Sam 
said, as she walked to the door to knock. Leon walked up 
behind her and put his arms around her neck. She tried 
to fight or even scream, but his grip was like a vice. 
She began to see purple, then black. 

Sam didn't know how long she was out, but when she woke, 
she was laying on a bed. He head was at the foot and 
almost hanging off. Leon was again naked from the waist 
down with an erection hanging over Sam's head. He was 
holding her down. 

He had pulled up her scrub top and sports bra and was 
roughly pinching her left tit with one hand. He had 
pulled her scrub bottoms and panties down and was 
pushing his finger of the other into her dry slit. "You 
are a girl" He said and smiled down at her. She tried to 
scream, but when she did, Leon forced his cock into her 
mouth and lowered his weight to push it down into her 
throat. Sam nearly gagged, but he rose and then pushed 
down again. 

His hands were now holding her shoulders and head down 
on the end of the bed. The smell of his butt and stale 
urine gagged Sam again as Leon continued to push his 
cock into her mouth. "You are a girl," he said again, as 
his pace sped up. She had always liked oral, both ways, 
but this was not her thing at all. He huffed a couple of 
times and put his whole body weight down onto Sam's 
mouth. 

His balls covered her eyes as his engorged cock shot 
what seemed like quarts of cum into Sam's throat. Every 
time he pulled up, she breathed and swallowed. He 
finally stood, "You are a girl!" he exclaimed as she 
stood and pulled her clothes back into place. 

Just then, an orderly opened the door and said, "Is 
everything OK? I saw your keys in the door." 

"I just came in to check on Leon and the door locked 
behind me. We're OK," She said, as she walked out of the 
room. She knew Leon didn't try to hurt her. He own 
brother had knocked her down several times without 
trying to, and had even felt her up in her sleep when he 
was living with her. She didn't want him to be in 
trouble for something he couldn't control. She went to 
the bathroom and threw up, then cleaned up and went back 
to work.

Sam kept her distance from Leon for the next week or so. 
She knew talking to him wouldn't solve anything. He 
didn't really know what was wrong about his actions. Dr. 
Raynes called her into his office. "I have had two 
nurses leave wing three in the past week. I almost don't 
want to ask this, but would you consider night shift in 
wing three? It's a raise, and I've been impressed with 
your actions around here." He said almost 
apologetically. 

Sam thought for a minute and said, "I'll do that." 
Besides, Dave had moved over there and could show her 
the ropes. 

Wing three was the wing where the criminally insane were 
kept. Most were run of the mill "crazies" that had 
committed crimes, and were no more dangerous than any of 
the patients in wings one and two. 

However, some were very bad. Jonesy was just that type. 
He had robbed, raped, and sadistically murdered and 
mother and two teen daughters five years ago and won an 
insane plea with the state to be sent here instead of 
death row. The real problem with Jonesy is that he was a 
genius. He had a 173 IQ and had scored top 2% in logic 
and reasoning. He also scored in the bottom 5% on 
empathy. 

Jonesy liked two things, money and sex. The three he 
killed were in absolutely the wrong place at the wrong 
time. A huge drug deal was supposed to happen at a motel 
on route 7 outside town. Jonesy was going to room 233 to 
meet with a contact and exchange drugs for money. The 
problem is, the motel clerk put the mother and daughters 
in 233 instead. 

When Jonesy arrived, they didn't know what he wanted and 
he took his anger out on them. The only thing that 
caught him was a single fingerprint that he had not 
rubbed off the door. Without that, they would have never 
found him, and now he's here.

The next night, Sam checked in with the doctor and went 
to meet Dave in wing three. "Hey Dave," Sam said, as she 
walked up. From his room, Jonesy saw Sam and was 
fascinated. As she and Dave talked, he thought about how 
fun it would be to have a woman to fuck when he wanted 
to while he waited for his release from this hell hole. 
All the other nurses in this place were male. He was 
sure that what he was seeing was a woman. 

"Yeah, there are a lot more rules when it comes to these 
inmates. They are not patients, they are inmates." He 
continued going over the rules. The schedule was the 
same except the inmates never got day room privileges. 
They got to shower twice a week and go to exercise twice 
a week. They all had daily psych sessions with several 
different doctors, but that happened during the day. Sam 
would never see that. She was on the clock for showers 
in the evening, and going out to exercise in the 
mornings. 

Within a week or so, the procedures and rules seemed 
second nature to Sam. So much was this that she 
sometimes overlooked things. No one caught it except 
Jonesy. He mentally kept and log of everything she did 
on the ward. There had been some staff quit, and on 
Friday night so Sam was the only nurse on duty. There 
were two guards in the guard room where they could see 
the entire ward on cameras, but they were busy watching 
movies that they had snuck in to pass the time. 

Jonesy was due for his time in the shower. Sam unlocked 
his door electronically and told him to come out and 
stand in a certain spot. She was supposed to have 
another person for this duty, but felt she could finish 
this last shower alone. From behind, she told Jonesy to 
walk into the second room which was a porcelain tile 
shower with a hidden shower head and no knobs. 

She said, "Take off your clothes and put them in the 
hamper." As he did this, she saw his body. Jonesy was a 
lean well-built man with no tattoos (unusual for the 
inmates). He had a firm pair of ass cheeks and broad 
shoulders. Sam admired from behind the glass then said, 
"Step forward and I will turn on the water." 

As he stepped and turned to the shower head, she saw 
that he had a beautiful cock that hung down his legs 
seven inches. She turned and sat down. Her cunt had 
become wet and her cheeks flushed with blood. She hit 
the button and warm soapy water came out for a couple 
minutes followed by rinse water. 

While she wasn't watching, Jonesy sat on the floor of 
the shower and yelled, "OOOUCH! Oh, my knee!" He had 
also reached up and taken a loose chard of tile and 
palmed it. 

Sam looked in to see the inmate laying on the tile floor 
with a trickle of blood issuing from his knee. 
Instinctively, she opened the door, entered the shower 
room and walked toward the inmate. 

He used his left leg and swept Sam's feet from beneath 
her. The head met the wet floor with a crack. He jumped 
on top of her and held the chard of tile at her throat. 
Sam was dazed and didn't even hear him when he said, 
"You're not gonna scream and we're gonna have a little 
fun." He stood her up and said "strip!" Sam began to 
shake as she slowly untied her scrub pants and let them 
hit the wet floor. 

She pulled her top over her head revealing her plain 
panties and sports bra to Jonesy. "Lose them," he said, 
and motioned to her remaining garments. She peeled off 
her bra and pushed her panties down to her ankles. 

As she stepped out of them, he pushed her down to her 
knees. She knew what he wanted but he said anyway, "Do 
it good, or you're dead!" She sucked his already wet 
cock for only a few minutes when he turned her around he 
saw that her cunt hair was thick even around her ass 
hole. 

He bent down and buried his head in her ass crack. He 
found her ass hole and pushed his tongue inside. Sam had 
never felt that before, or even done anal. Her body 
began to betray her mind as she closed her eyes and 
breathed in deeply. She spread her knees wider to allow 
Jonesy better access to her private parts. He fingered 
her cunt while holding the makeshift knife against her 
side. 

He straightened up and moved his cock to the entrance of 
her now wet pussy. He said as he pushed in. "I don't 
want you to never shave it." It had been over 5 years 
since Jonesy had a woman and it didn't take long for him 
to reach climax. He filled Sam's pussy with his hot cum. 
He moved to her mouth and she took his cock in her mouth 
and sucked out the remaining seed. "I'm taking this and 
if you tell a soul, I'll cut you into pieces," he said, 
as he stood to dry off. 

Without saying a word, Sam stood, dressed, and went 
outside. "How can an inmate have any control over me?" 
she thought, as she ushered him back to his cell. 

"Remember," he said, as she shut the door. 

Sam didn't tell a soul about the encounter. She was so 
mesmerized by the man's force and boldness that she felt 
under his control. She began to find reasons to be with 
him alone; Medication time, Rec room release, and his 
favorite, showers. One night he tapped on the cell door 
when she was walking by. It was his signal that he 
wanted to see her. He dropped a note out the partially 
opened door slit. 

It said, "I worked a deal out with the guards. They will 
let you come I here all I want if you blow them first. 
All you have to do to tell them to turn off the recorder 
is go to the booth and say 'I gotta make my rounds 
alone'. They know what to do. Two o'clock tonight." 

Sam was nervous and excited. She was going to be able to 
be with the man she wanted with no fear of being caught. 
At one fifty, she walked the block to make sure 
everything was OK. Then she went into the guard room and 
said. "Hi guys, I need to make my rounds alone." 

Both guards turned in their chairs and looked at her. 
She began to think it was a game Jonesy was playing when 
the big black guard, Ed stood and said, "Well, do you 
now," and put his hands on Sam's shoulders and forced 
her to her knees. She unzipped his pants and a cock the 
size of Leon's plopped out. As she began to suck, 
Jeremy, the other guard took out his cock and began to 
jack off at the scene. He reached down and tweaked her 
tit. 

She looked over and said, "Hey! That's not part of the 
deal!" 

No, it's not a part of our deal with Jonesy, but you and 
us, we need to make a deal too." They told her to be 
able to do this, she needed to let them do anything but 
fuck her and she could not breath a work of it to Jonesy 
or anyone else. 

Before she sucked off Jeremy, she had to strip and let 
Ed play with her hairy cunt while she did it. He stuck 
his fingers into her and spanked her ass playfully. When 
both men had cum, she redressed and went into the wing. 

Jonesy met her at the door of his cell and they kissed 
passionately. He slowly took off all her clothes and she 
took off his. She took his prick and kissed it. She 
began to suck it and he pulled her up into a sixty nine 
position on his bed. She was in heaven giving and 
receiving oral was her favorite thing. He laid down and 
she crawled on top of him and sank down onto his shaft. 
He began to thrust. Every time he did, her titties 
bounced and he played with them. 

He and she came together in that moment and she 
dismounted and cleaned off his cock. They made love for 
over an hour and both had several orgasms. His last was 
only a small amount that he shot onto her chest after a 
particularly good blow job. 

When they both had dressed, he told her, "I want you to 
start 'shorting' the in-mates sedatives for me. I have a 
guy on the outside that will buy them." 

"I can't do that," she said, and was greeted with a 
backhand that sent her to the floor. 

"You can, and you will," he said, as he picked her back 
up off the floor. She looked through a shocked mind at 
the man she had fallen for. He couldn't have just hit 
her she thought. "They guy's name is Jake. I told him to 
take care of you. He will meet you at the address on 
this paper every Saturday evening and will give you a 
slip of paper in exchange for the drugs. Do you 
understand?" Jonesy said, and continued when she seemed 
reluctant, "...and if you don't, bad things'll happen. 
The worst of all will be that I'll have nothing to do 
with you." 

"OK, I'll do it," Sam said, and took the address. As she 
began to leave, Jonesy kissed her passionately and she 
wrapped herself around him. 

"He said, "Dress nice, this is a classy place." 

Sam went out the door and into the restroom. The redness 
on her cheek was going down and she wiped the tears away 
and returned to work.

All week she shorted the inmates. Forty eight men got 
shorted each day which made for a good sized bag of 
capsules. She and Jonesy fucked two more times in the 
week, only after being fondled and sucking the guards. 
On Friday, He reminded her to wear pretty clothes to the 
place to meet Jake. 

On Saturday night, Sam dressed in a skirt, nice blouse, 
heels and make-up. As she drove to the place to meet 
Jake, the scenery got worse and worse. She was 
definitely going to the wrong side of town. The address 
was an old bar with several "rough looking" men standing 
around the entrance. She walked inside ignoring the 
whistles and cat calls. 

A big black man in a business suit came over to her and 
introduced himself "I'm Jake and you are Sam, Right?" 
She nodded and he stepped to the bar. "Would you like a 
drink?" He ordered her a bourbon and seven as she 
requested. "We should go to that booth over there." Said 
Jake and he escorted Sam to a booth with high backed 
velvet seats. On her way, she saw other women at the bar 
that were dressed "like whores" she thought. 

In the booth, Jake sipped on his drink and moved over to 
be right next to Sam. He said "You have something for 
me?" Sam started to bring the bag about the table. He 
put his hand on hers and pushed it down to avoid anyone 
seeing the contents. 

He looked at the bag. "Is this all?" He questioned. 

"That was what I was told to bring," Sam said. 

"Well that ain't all I was supposed to get," Jake said. 
"I think we need to talk in private." 

 Jake put his large hand on her arm and helped Sam to 
her feet. He drug/walked her into an adjacent hallway 
which had many doors. One opened and Sam realized that 
this was the whore house part of the bar. In a large 
room at the back, Sam and Jake sat across from each 
other at a table. There were some me at a table in the 
corner drinking and smoking. "I have an operation to 
run" said Jake "and I have men that are working to move 
this shit. I can't get by on just this much junk. Are 
you holding out on me?"

"No! I swear I'm not!" said Sam.

"Boys, I think she had more hidden somewhere. I suggest 
we find it, don't you." The men stood up and started to 
walk to Sam. 

"I think you better prove to us that you're not holding 
anymore," one said. She quickly dumped the contents of 
her purse on the table. 

"You hiding it anywhere else?" said another and she 
realized what he meant. "Lose your clothes bitch." 

Sam's heart was in her throat as she began to fumble 
with her blouse. She opened it and took it off to let it 
lay on the table. The men looked down. She started to 
unhook the skirt and it too was on the table before the 
men. She had goose bumps as the men took the clothes and 
put them on the far table. 

She was in a nice bra (not a sports bra) and matching 
panties. "You ain't holdin' it anywhere else, is you?" 
the other man snapped as he looked at her body. 

She breathed deep and took first the right, then the 
left strap of her bra over her shoulders and unhooked 
it. There was no way to take off the panties without 
exposing her breasts, so she bent down and dropped her 
panties. The man picked them up and sniffed them. 

"Man, she smells sweet!" and he tossed the panties to 
the other table as well. 

"Damn! Would ya look at that pussy! Damn, she could be 
hidin' something in there too Jake!" said one of the 
men. 

"Yes, I guess I need to check there too," he said, as he 
motioned for her to walk to him. She nervously walked in 
front of him and he gently raised her up to sit on the 
table. 

"Lie Back," he told her. 

She complied and was almost spread eagle on the table. 
He head was hanging off the edge in a most uncomfortable 
way. Jake began to rub up and down in the pussy hair and 
ran his fingers through it as he might a dog or cat's 
fur. He stuck his finger into her pussy and began to 
finger fuck her. 

"Hey Jake, she could be holdin' it in her throat," said 
one man. 

Jake motioned OK, and the man unzipped his pants and 
took out his jet black dick. He said, "Open it up." and 
started to force Sam's mouth open. 

He buried his cock all the way into her throat in one 
violent motion. Again, she was seeing a pair of black 
balls press against her eyes as she was forced to deep 
throat a huge black dick. Jake had stood while she was 
being orally abused and taken out his thick black cock 
and begun to rub it up and down the furry slit he had 
just examined. He pushed it in and began to work it in 
deeper and deeper with each thrust. Sam was totally 
exposed and embarrassed. 

The man at her mouth pulled out and shot a load of cum 
on Sam's nose and in her eyes. It stung and she moved 
her hands to wipe it. When she got it out, she was told 
to suck the rest of the juice out of it. She complied. 
There was a man who was waiting patiently. 

Jake just filled her cunt with his seed and the other 
man said, "There's one more place she might be hidin' 
it." Jake flipped Sam over like she was a toy. The man 
at her head, grabbed her hands as the third man moved in 
behind her. He had lubed up his cock head and began to 
push his fingers into Sam's ass hole with lube. 

She began to scream and was slapped heartily with a 
reprimand, "Don't you make a noise!" The man pushed the 
head of his cock into her ass. 

A wave of pain and pressure swept her body. She gasped, 
and he pulled out a bit and pushed in again. In three or 
four thrusts, he was buried to his balls into her virgin 
ass. The pain started to loosen and Sam began to feel a 
warm sensation of this sex. 

The man started to breath fast and picked up his pace. 
The grabbed Sam's hips and pulled her to him in one 
mighty thrust and dumped his cum into her gut with a 
groan. "Well, you weren't holding out on us. We didn't 
find anything else. You are one fine piece of ass!" Jake 
said, as he allowed Sam to dress. 

"I'm going to tell Jonesy how I was treated," Sam 
sniffled. 

"He already knows," Jake said. 

"That fucking Bastard!" Sam thought of Jonesy as she 
left the bar. 

Monday night at work, She sucked the guards and went 
into Jonesy's room without him summoning her. He was on 
his bed. She walked to him and slapped him as hard as 
she could and said, "There's your God Damned Paper!" and 
walked out of the room. The rest of the week, she 
ignored his tapping. 

Friday, he slipped a note out. All it said was, "I need 
to talk to you." She went to be with the guards and then 
went into Jonesy's room. She wondered if he would be 
violent, or repentant. It didn't matter to her, she 
wanted to end this right now. 

He was sobbing on his bunk when she went in. "I am sorry 
I put you through that." He said, "I just want to get 
some money so that when I get out, we could have a life 
together." She began to soften and walked over to him. 

"They raped me!" she yelled in a whisper. 

"I know. They said they did. These are hard men, but I 
make great cash with them. That's the only reason I sent 
you. They added an extra five thousand to the account 
because of you." 

Sam's eye's bugged out and said, "Five thousand?" He 
nodded yes. 

She sat beside him. "You know, I've been shorting 
everybody all week again. I could make a delivery if I 
need to. He handed her another slip of paper." That 
Saturday, Sam had to be checked by 5 men to the tune of 
$7,500.00. For a year and a half, Jonesy sold drugs 
through Jake and whored out Sam at the bar. She usually 
took on multiples of men and began to like the 
attention. 

One day, Jonesy told Sam he was getting out on appeal. 
She was excited and got her place ready for her man to 
come and live with her. He didn't show up that night. 

The next day, Dr. Raynes called Sam into the office and 
explained that she was being terminated for having 
inappropriate contact with the guards. It was on her 
record, and he was filing to have her nursing license 
revoked. Sam was in shock. She went to find Jake at the 
bar. She was sobbing when she explained the situation. 

"I don't know where Jonesy's run off to, but if you 
want, you can work her at the bar. Everybody knows you 
here and I'll take good care of you," Jake said. 

Jonesy had skipped town with over $200,000 in drug and 
pimping money. Thus started Sam's career as a 
professional prostitute...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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