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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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