Nurse Jones looked at the lights on the nurses station board.

“Which one do you want?” asked Nurse Davis.

Three lights were lit up. “Forced Oral room 3.”. “Forced Missionary room 6.” “Nice Anal room 2.”

Jones was tired and sore. She’d been at the First Avenue Hospital for men for three weeks and was so sick of the anal sex and blowjobs. This time though the man with the real money was the one after the anal and the fat bastard in room 6 was the one after missionary.

The guy in room 2 didn’t have that big a dick either so the anal might not be that bad.

“Up to you,” she said to Davis. “You’ve done two anals already today so it’s your call.”

“I’ll take the Forced Oral,” said Davis. “Why don’t you take the Forced Missionary. The Nice Anal will have to wait for Armstrong to get back.”

Something worried Jones about the guy in room 6. He was sleazy even for guys in this place.

“Two years eleven moths and one week,” she told herself. “And then I never have to to work again, never have to see another cock, never have to swallow cum.”

By Nurse Jones count she stood to be over 15 million dollars richer in three years if she could just make it to then. Until then she had to satisfy the demands of sick perverts like room 6.

She wasn’t sure what bothered her so much about room 6. He just had a look about him like he was planning something.

“They all are,” she thought. “Missionary is better than having to pretend to like anal, at least.”

She got up and walked down the corridor. She could hear Nurse Swan screaming in room 5 in the midst of her Forced Anal. It was an act, she knew, the old man in there had the world’s smallest dick, she would barely know it was in her.

Jones got to room 6 and pushed open the door. She was surprised to find the room empty. The guy wasn’t actually sick, he was almost a permament resident who stayed just to fuck the nurses.

She crossed to the en suite but he wasn’t there either.

“Changed his mind perhaps,” she thought hopefully. She was about to leave when she saw a note on his bed. She picked it up and read it. “Stalker” was all it said but she knew what it meant.

If the guys paid extra they got an extended session with a nurse. “Stalker” meant they could hunt her throughout the hospital. It was like being inside a horror movie and she was the victim. It also meant she had to do all the stupid things victims did in a horror movie, like going into dark lonely places because they hear a noise.

“Shit,” thought Jones.

With some guys this was OK. It meant she didn’t have to service any other doctors or patients for three hours but with this guy it was creepy. He was weird and deep down she was a little scared. He seemed capable of forgetting it was just role play.

She put the note down and returned to the nurses station. She picked up the phone and called the help desk.

“Help desk,” said the person who answered.

“This is Nurse Jones. I have to call in a “Stalker” role play for room 6.”

“OK,” the help desk said. “We’ll call in your replacement.”

For the next few hours Nurse Jones was out of the system so she needed to be replaced by a nurse on standby. She would stay in the ward until the guy in 6 made his first move.

After five minutes her replacement, Nurse Kelly, arrived.

“Got yourself a stalker?” said Kelly.

“Yeah room 6.”

“Oh, good luck with that. Had what was supposed to be an Oral Nice with him. Lets just say it wasn’t nice or oral. Could barely sit afterwards. You better be careful I think he’s a bit of a nut.”

The light for “Threesome room 1” lit up.

“That will have to wait for Davis, Swan or Armstrong to be ready,” said Kelly.

The phone rang.

Jones answered it.

“Ward 2, Jones speaking,” she said.

“This is reception,” a male voice said. “There is a package here for you.”

It sounded like the guy in 6. It sure as hell wasn’t reception. The caller hung up.

“Here we go,” said Jones to Kelly. “He’s called me down to reception.”

“I bet he tries to rape you in the laundry,” said Kelly. “i got raped there once. Two guys took me in the showers behind the laundry. Went on for hours.”

“I hope that’s all it is,” said Jones. “Got a bad feeling about this guy.”

She got up from the nurses desk and walked down the hall to the lift. She pressed the down button and the doors opened.

There was a man already in the lift. He had a hood covering most of his face but he was fat like the guy in 6.

“Rape in the lift maybe,” thought Jones but she still wasn’t sure it was him. She got in and pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors closed. She stood facing the doors, her back to the man, waiting for him to strike.

But he didn’t.

They reached the ground floor and the doors opened. Nurse Jones stepped out and felt the man follow.

“Too public for a stalker rape,” she thought as she stepped into reception. There were several people lined up at the reception desk, visitors wanting to see patients.

She joined the queue and the fat man from the lift kept walking and left the building. Two young men in front of her turned and looked at Jones tits as they waited in line.

“You work here long?” one asked.

“That your best line?” asked Jones.

“Hey, bitch,” he said. “My Dad is in here. We just about own this fucking place so don’t get smart with me. In fact why don’t you get on your knees and blow me right now!”

“For one thing you’re not a patient or on staff. I am off limits to visitors and I’m on a special assignment anyway.”

“I’ll be in here one day, bitch,” the young man said. “And I’m gonna make you pay.”

Jones ignored him and the two young men turned around and walked away.

The reception queue cleared and Jones approaced the desk.

“Do you have something for me? ” she asked the woman at reception.

“Jones right?”

Jones nodded.

“A man left you a package just a few minutes ago,” she said. She handed Jones a package.

“Thanks,” said Jones and moved back towards the lift. The package was wrapped in brown paper. She opened it and found a small figurine of a ballerina inside with a noose around it’s neck. There was a note with it assembled from newspaper clippings like a ransom note.

“IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER ALIVE COME TO THE LAUNDRY. COME ALONE. TELL NO-ONE,” the note read.

“See who alive?” she thought. “God, what a freak this guy is. His plot doesn’t even make sense.”

Jones felt two hands grab her breasts. She screamed and span around, knocking the hands away.

It was Dr Melville.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s just me. Nice Oral.”

He undid his fly in expectation.

“I can’t,” said Jones. “Got a “Stalker” going on.”

“I know,” said Dr Melville. “I’m part of it. He wants you to suck me off in the laundry like I’m your boyfriend. Part of the plot he’s worked out.”

“Of course,” thought Jones. “Every horror film has a sex scene. And every woman in the sex scene usually dies straight after it.”

“Well,” said Dr Melville moving closer. “How about it?”

He put his hands inside the front of uniform and began to rub her breasts through her bra.

Jones knew she had no choice. It was either do what she was told or walk away from the millions on offer at the end of her three year deal.

The lift doors opened and Jones began to kiss Dr Melville as she led him into the lift. She pressed the button for the basement level where the laundry was located as Dr Melville unhooked her bra and tore it off her.

“How am I supposed to play this,” thought Jones. “I’m supposed to go alone to the laundry but also suck Dr Melville off down there. Better try and make Dr Melville part of the story.”

Dr Melville had taken her tits out of her uniform and was busily sucking on her left nipple. She moaned like she liked it and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Oh, baby,” she said. “Thanks for coming. I was so scared. I got a nasty letter again.”

Dr Melville continued to suck on her breasts as if she hadn’t spoken. Jones wished he would let her tits go for long enough to at least play his part. The doctors could be worse than the patients.

“He told me to go to the laundry by myself,” she said to Dr Melville. “But I’m too scared. Will you come with me?”

The lift reached the basement. The laundry was on the other side of the car park. Jones led Dr Melville out as he sucked hard on her tit.

“Baby,” she said. “Oh that feels so good. Come with me to the laundry. I want to suck on something myself.”

Dr Melville took his mouth off her tit and let Jones lead him across the car park to the laundry. The laundry door was open but the lights were off and nobody seemed to be inside.

Jones led Dr Melville inside and in the dark he pushed her up against a large industrial washing macine.

“Oh, baby,” said Jones. “I missed you so badly. I missed the feel of your cock. I want to taste it again.”

She dropped to her knees and hurriedly pulled down Dr Melville’s pants. His hard cock sprang up into her face. Jones opened her mouth and went straight down on him.

She took his entire cock down to the base in one movement then sucked tightly around the shaft as she brought her head slowly back up. She looked up at the doctor as his hands went to her head and he began to guide her as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

She took the cock out of her mouth and said “I love your cock. I’ve been wanting it in my mouth all day.”

She licked her tongue around the shaft then he pushed it back into her mouth and forced her head down until his penis entered her throat. He held her head down and kept it still with his cock in her throat. Jones hated the way Nice Oral always became Forced with Dr Melville.

Out of the corner of her eye Jones saw movement. She did her best to see what it was but couldn’t turn her head as Dr Melville kept her head in place in his hands.

Finally he let her go and as she took the cock out of her throat she turned her head, leaving the cock in her mouth but letting it fuck the inside of her cheek.

In the darkness she could see a figure floating in the air. The figure was wearing a nurses uniform and she realised with horror that it was floating because it was hung by the neck from the ceiling.

She screamed around the cock but Dr Melville wouldn’t let her take the cock from her mouth.

“Keep it in your mouth bitch,” he said. “Suck that cock!” He thrust the cock in and out of her mouth as he gripped her hair in his hands. Jones tried to pull away to get a better look at the figure suspended in the air.

“Christ will he hurry up and cum,” she thought. She began to bounce her breasts together and flick her tongue on his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hands trying to tease the cum out.

Looking up at him she saw him grimace then felt his balls tighten and cum erupted into her mouth. Jones still hated the taste of cum but remembering this was meant to be Nice Oral she moaned like she loved it and quickly swallowed.

Dr Melville let her go and she jumped to her feet and screamed.

“Look!” she cried pointing at the figure hanging from the noose. Dr Melville rushed across the room and turned on the lights.

Jones sighed with relief. It was just a dummy in a nurses uniform.

“Look,” said Dr Melville. He pointed to a name tag on the nurses uniform which said “Jones.”

“What a fucking creep,” thought Jones. “Where is that bastard. Can’t he just rape me and get on with it.”

“Don’t worry,” said Dr Melville. “It’s just someone’s idea of a sick joke.”

Jones decided she better play the part of the horror film victim. She collapsed into Dr Melville’s arms.

“I’m so scared,” she cried. “Why would anyone want to do this?”

“I don’t know,” said Dr Melville. “I better report it to the boss.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I feel so much better with someone brave like you to look after me.”

“I’ll be back soon,” said Dr Melville.

“Don’t leave me,” said Jones.

“I won’t be long,” he said. “There are some showers in the back of the laundry. Why don’t you have one now. It will make you feel better.”

Realising this was just what a horror film victim would do Jones let Dr Melville go and headed down through the laundry towards the showers. There were three lines of washing machines and dryers in the laundry which divided the room into three sections.

Jones could hear footsteps in a section of the laundry she couldn’t see.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

There was no answer.

Jones was genuinely frightened now. Just how seriously this guy was taking this was what scared her the most.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to rape me,” she thought. “Girls get killed in horror movies not raped.

“Is anyone there?” she asked again. She didn’t think Dr Melville was coming back either. He’d dumped his cum, said his stupid lines and gotten out of there.

“I really am alone with this freak,” she thought.

“Hello?” she said.

Silence.

“He’s waiting for me to get in the shower,” she thought.

Jones walked through the laundry to another corridor at the end of which was a small shower block. The shower block was for maintenance workers but today was Sunday and they wouldn’t be coming in.

She shut the shower door and went to lock it but saw the lock was broken.

“Of course,” she said. Jones quickly took her clothes off and went into a shower stall. The lock on the stall was also broken.

She heard the main door open and close and footsteps cross the room. Nervously she opened the stall door and looked out. The room was empty.

“Hiding in another stall, probably,” she thought. “Can’t he just get on with it?”

She closed the stall door as well as possible and stepped under the shower. She turned the shower on and let the warm water drain over her body. She massaged her breasts, the way any cheap horror film starlet would, and kept her back to the stall door.

There was a hole in the shower wall and Jones realised she could see an eye looking at her through the hole.

“Better pretend not to see it,” she thought.

Jones turned her breasts towards the eye and pushed them together so they swelled up before him. She pushed them close to the eye while still pretending not to have seen it.

Suddenly the eye vanished and Jones turned her back to the stall door so he could come in without her seeing. She showered for ten minutes, expecting either a cock or a knife (or both) to be held against her any second.

Nothing happened.

Eventually she decided it had to have been long enough so she turned the shower off. She had not expected to make it through the shower without being raped so had forgotten to bring a towel with her.

“There will be one in the laundry,” she thought.

She opened the stall door. Still no-one there. She covered her breasts with her arms and quickly stepped across the shower block and ran up the hall back to the laundry.

The dummy had been cut down from the ceiling and was lying on the floor with a knife in it’s throat. Jones screamed and quickly made her way to a pile of towels in the corner.

As she reached for it a hand sprang from inside the pile and grabbed her wrist. The fat man burst from underneath the pile, a knife in his hand.

Jones turned to run but his grip on her wrist was too tight. He forced her against a dryer and came in behind her. He squashed her against the dryer. He was naked and she could feel his hard cock against her arse.

He held a knife to her throat.

“Scream bitch and you die!” he said and licked his tongue across her face.

Jones squirmed against the dryer as his hand ran down her body then rubbed against her pussy. He forced two fingers inside her pussy and fucked her with them for a moment.

Suddenly he flung her back and opened the dryer door. With both arms he picked up Jones and threw her into the dryer. In a panic she turned and held the door open stopping him from closing it. She saw there was a crudely made lock on the dryer door – clearly a little addition of his own.

He flashed the knife in front of her face but Jones wouldn’t let go of the dryer door.

“Don’t, please,” she screamed in real terror. “Don’t turn it on. I’ll be burnt alive!!”

The man grabbed her hair and held the knife to her throat.

“There’s only one way to stop me burning you up, bitch,” he said.

“What’s that?” she said.

He forced her head down to his cock.

“Suck it,” he said.

Jones opened her mouth and took his cock into her throat.

“Just a fucking blowjob,” she thought. “All that for a blowjob!”

Jones was sticking out of the dryer from her tits up, her legs and arse curled up against the hard cold metal of the inside of the dryer.

The man gripped her hair tightly in one hand and started fucking her mouth while his other hand held the knife to her throat. Jones looked up at him wondering how long it would take for him to cum and whether that would be the end if it.

She opened her eyes wide and screamed around his cock. She made her body rock with each thrust of his cock so her breasts would swing back and forth. He held her head down so her nose squashed into his fat stomach as pushed his cock into her throat.

Suddenly he took his cock out of her mouth and with a strength that caught her by surprise he forced her whole body into the dryer and closed it shut, trapping her inside.

She tried desperately to push it back open, screaming in earnest but he blocked it with all his weight.

“Please, no, help!!!” she screamed.

The man locked the dryer door with his crude lock.

Jones was out of her mind with fear as she pushed and kicked at the dryer door. The man disappeared from her field of vision. She kept kicking but knew the glass door was too strong and her bare feet would never break it.

This was no longer role playing, she feared for her very life, expecting at any moment to feel the dryer start spinning.

For five minutes she kicked desperately at the door until he finally reappeared still brandishing the knife and now a collar and lead.

He reached for the start button and Jones screamed so loud she felt her lungs would burst. The man began to laugh and unlocked the dryer door.

Jones pushed it open and sprang forward, poking her head out of the dryer. He caught her hair and quckly attached the collar and lead to her neck. Jones cried hysterically.

“What’s the matter bitch?” he asked. “Just time for your walk. Stop crying.”

Jones scrambled out of the dryer and fell to the floor. He put his foot on her back forcing her to stay on her hands and knees and began to pull her along by the lead.

Jones scrambled to keep up with him as she crawled beside him back to the shower block. He led her to a bench seat and tied the lead to it.

On her hands and knees she felt him move behind her and spread her butt cheeks.

“No, please, no,” pleaded Jones once more playing the victim. She felt now that if he had planned to kill her he would have done so by now. Just a Forced Anal and she was out of there. She hoped.

“Why don’t you run bitch? Do you want it?”

Jones moved her head and realised the lead wasn’t tied properly to the bench.

“He wants me to run,” she thought. “He wants to chase me.”

She kicked at him and connected with his stomach making him fall back on the floor. Jones stood and ran, screaming her best horror film scream as she ran.

She ran down the corridor and through the laundry to the car park. The car park was empty. She could see the lift doors open on the far side and sprinted across to them hoping that maybe she would make it back to the ward and it might be all over.

She could hear him yelling after her but he seemed to be a fair way behind her. She made it to the lift and pressed the button for level 3.

She looked and saw him crossing the car park towards her. If the doors would just close she was free. But the doors stayed open. She pressed level 3 and 2 and every level but the doors didn’t move.

He was closing in now, almost at the lift. Still the doors would not close.

“He’s done something to the lift,” she realised. “They’ll never close!”

Like a sudden storm he burst into the lift. He took her by the head and forced her face first into the wall. He forced her legs apart and thrust his cock inside her arse.

She felt his fat cock penetrate her arse and lift her off her feet. He pounded her arse banging her against the wall.

“Take it up your arse, slut!” he said. “Feel that cock!”

He pushed it deep inside her arse and held it there, keeping her suspended off her toes and impaled on him. She screamed in pain and felt the air pushed out of her body as he pressed his massive weight against her, crushing her between the lift wall and his gut.

He began to lick his tongue over the side of her face and held her hands down as he thrust his cock rapidly in and out of her hole.

She thrashed about trying to break free, trying to breathe, but he simply pushed harder against her.

“Any more and my ribs will break,” thought Jones. She kicked her legs in the air but the movement made her arse move and the pain became unbearable.

She tried to scream, to beg him to stop but couldn’t take a breath of air. Just when she feared her body would break he pulled out and let her fall to the floor.

“Nice Oral,” he said.

Jones couldn’t believe it. He had raped her, made her fear for her life, almost broken her and now wanted her to switch to wanting to give him head. It was the cruelest, hardest thing he could have asked of her and for a moment she didn’t believe she could do it.

“I can think of at least 15 million reasons why you must,” something deep inside her said. “You must survive this place. You must beat them!”

She painfully crawled to her knees, pouting her lips as she reached for his cock.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re driving me wild. I have to taste that cock. I have to have it in my mouth!”

She licked the head of his cock and almost gagged on the taste of her arse and his sweat. Pre cum dripped from the head and she lapped it up with her tongue then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck down the shaft.

She looked up at him, trying to smile at him around his cock as it slid down into her throat.

“Oh, I love it,” she said as she took it out and licked all over the foul tasting shaft. “Give it to me, let me have that cum!”

She bobbed her head up and down on him and cupped her breasts in her hands and made them jiggle for him. He began to thrust into her mouth and his breathing became heavier.

She braced for his cum and it erupted into her mouth, thick and disgusting like off cream. She swallowed it trying to moan like it tasted delicious but wanting desperately to spit it out.

He pulled her to her feet by her hair and licked her face with his sweat covered tongue.

“You’re good at the Stalker game,” he said. “We’re gonna do this again one day!”

Jones tried to smile and he began to suck her tits. She could see his cock harden and knew it wasn’t over yet.

– To be continued… –