Nurse Jones woke in the arms of Nurse Miller.
The two nurses had moved their single beds together in the dorm room so they could sleep with each other in the night.
Jones had never known such a love as she felt now. It was passionate and deep and everything that the cruel and brutal sex she had to endure with the patients and staff wasn’t.
The other nurses, she knew, were jealous of their love. She tried not to make too much noise as they made love in the night but the touch of Miller’s hands and the warmth of her mouth on all parts of her body were too much for her and she had to vocalise as orgasm after orgasm would shake her body.
She cupped one of Miller’s exposed breasts in her hand as her lover slept and lightly sucked on her erect nipple. She could see now why men were so drawn to her own breasts, they were so soft and tender and there was such a feeling of contentment as she sucked Miller’s tit.
Miller stirred in her sleep and Jones moved her head down, licking her way along Miller’s flat stomach until she reached her lover’s clit. She licked around it in circles and pushed two fingers into the slit as Miller woke and began to pant as Jones tongue drove her wild.
Miller lovingly stroked Jones hair, not like the men with their hard forceful hands on the back of her head as they fucked her face but a tender caress of a lover.
Miller bucked her hips wildly and came as Jones tongue slipped inside her pussy.
“Will you two knock it off!” cried Nurse Forbes. “I’m trying to fucking sleep!”.
Feeling a little guilty Jones withdrew and kissed her way back up to Miller’s mouth and kissed her on the lips.
“Morning,” she said.
“Morning,” laughed Miller. She looked at her watch and sat up quickly. “Christ we’re on. We have to go. Get dressed. No time for breakfast. Just the pill and go!”
Jones looked at her watch. Miller was right they were due in ward 2 now.
The two nurses threw on their underwear and uniform and ran to ward 2 quickly downing a contraceptive pill.
Nurse Swan and Armstrong were waiting impatiently at the nurses station when they arrived.
“Thank God,” said Swan when she saw them. “I’ve just hard three forced anals so your lucky you took your fingers out of each others cunts because I was going to report you lazy bitches if I had to take another one.”
Jones and Miller ignored her. She knew Swan hated their relationship and took every opportunity to attack them.
“Anything to report?” Jones asked Armstrong.
“No,” said Armstrong. “Not one actually sick patient at the moment so it’s just suck and fuck duty. There’s a new guy in room 4. He’s the son of John Jenkins, that guy who likes to rape nurses in the showers. It says on his chart the boy claims to be gay and we have to ungay him. Any nurse who can get him to cum gets a $100,000 bonus.”
At that moment two lights went on at the nurses station, both for forced missionary. One was room 4 and the other room 6.
“I’ll take room 6,” said Miller.
“Thanks,” said Jones. “You’re a sweetie.”
Jones was still scared of the guy in 6. A few weeks earlier she had had to play the stalker game with him and he had locked her in a clothes dryer.
She was worried for Miller though. He was a regular at the stalker game, where he pursued a nurse through the hospital like they were in a horror movie, and each time he was a little creepier. He swore it was just a game but inside she feared he could kill.
“Be careful,” she said. “Don’t let him put you in the dryer.”
“Don’t worry,” said Miller. “You just go and ungay that kid. It’s worth a lot of money to us.”
Jones kissed her goodbye and knocked on the door of room 4. There was no answer and she figured as it was a forced he planned to jump her like his old man.
“Perhaps the old man told him he had to,” she thought.
She went inside and could see at once his shape hiding behind the closed window curtains. Knowing her part she walked over to the window curtains as if not seeing him and threw them open.
He was naked and pushed her back on to the bed, tearing her uniform open and pulling down her bra. She fell back allowing her legs to spread so that his crotch landed against hers as he fell on top of her.
“No,” she screamed in her best rape victim voice. “Help!”
He pushed down her panties and she felt him fumbling around for his dick. She expected to feel it push inside of her but instead she felt only a small lump resting against her slit.
She looked down and saw that it wasn’t erect, just a small limp knob.
“Fucking bitch,” he yelled and slapped her across the face. Suddenly he burst into tears. He sat up at the edge of the bed bawling like a baby. Jones sat up and put her arm around him.
“It’s OK,” she said. “It is OK to be gay.”
He turned to her and pur his arms around her in an embrace.
“Not if you are me it’s not,” he said. “Dad says he’ll have me killed if I am. Not disinherited – killed!”
Jones knew he wasn’t exaggerating. It was just what John Jenkins would do to a gay child. She had to help him, she knew.
“You know,” she said. “Maybe you’re not gay. Maybe you just don’t like being rough like your Dad. Maybe you need a woman who knows how to treat you right.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Lie down,” she said. “Let’s start again. Start it my way this time.”
The 18 year old boy lay down on the bed and Jones, her tits still exposed crawled up the bed until her breasts dangled just over his face.
“Oh,” she moaned. “I have been working so hard today. I’ve been giving sponge baths to all these men, rubbing my hands over their cocks but none of them would let me taste them.”
She lowered her nipples slightly so they brushed against his lips but he made no movement to suck them.
Jones made her tits start to swing before his eyes, brushing over his face as she moaned with pleasure.
“My tits are just aching to be sucked, won’t you suck one for me. Won’t you take it in your mouth for me. I want to feel you sucking my tits.”
The boy opened his mouth and began to flick his tongue across her sensitive nipples and Jones reached around for his cock. It was small still but slightly harder. She pulled her tits away from him and teased him with them, keeping them just out of reach as he raised his head for more.
She pushed him down into the pillow then began to slide down his body. She sucked his nipples for a moment then went lower, stopping with her open mouth inches from his cock.
It grew a little more as she blew hot breath along the shaft then moved sideways flicking her tongue around his right hip. She licked around in an arch across the top of his groin to the other hip, deliberately ignoring his growing penis as it extended up towards her mouth.
She then moved her parted lips directly over the head of his cock and looked up at him.
“What would you like me to do?” she asked.
The 18 year old looked down at her, his cock pulsing now, hard and to attention. He could feel pressure building inside of him desperate for release.
“Suck it,” he whispered.
Jones moved up his body again, letting her tits slide over his cock.
“I can’t hear you,” she said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to suck it.” he said, louder this time and with more authority.
“Suck what?” she said. She began to lick down his stomach and again teased his cock by blowing gently on the head.
“Do you want me to suck your fingers?” she asked. She took his index finger and sucked the whole thing in her mouth.
“Is that you want?” she asked.
“No,” he said desperately. “Suck it.”.
He grabbed for her hair but she pushed his hands away.
“Your toes,” she teased and dove down to his feet and began to suck his big toe.
“No,” he yelled. He kicked her off the bed and she fell to her knees on the floor. He jumped up, grabbed hold of her head with both hands and forced his cock into her mouth.
“SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!” he screamed and began fucking her face hard. Hanging from the end of his bed was a camera. With one hand on the back of her head and his cock buried deep in her throat he began taking photos of Jones.
He made her look up to the camera as he pushed his cock against the inside of her cheek, forcing it bulge out.
“Suck it, you cheap whore!” he yelled.
Jones realised he wasn’t gay after all. He was simply lacking the confidence of his father. He seemed to have found his confidence somewhere in the back of her throat. She couldn’t believe how big and hard his cock had become so quickly.
Normally she would gag because men liked to see her suffer but this time it was real. He angrily fucked every part of her mouth and throat. She knew this forcefulness must have lain dormant within him under his overbearing father but now that it was released it was like a raging torrent and she suffered in it’s wake.
He took his cock from her mouth and started poking it into her eyes and she realised with horror that he was literally trying to blind her, to poke her eyes out of her skull so he could fuck the sockets.
She turned her head and he slapped her across the face. When he forced her to turn back she raised herself up and plunged the cock back into her throat to keep it out of her eyes.
She reached both hands up and scraped her fingernails on the underside of his balls. It was too much for him and he tensed then unleased a life times reserve of cum into her mouth.
She swallowed it rapidly, drinking his fluid like thick cream.
“You take that jizz, bitch,” he said as cum leaked from her cock filled mouth and ran down her chin to fall on her tits.
He took more photos of her cum covered face then pushed her head into the ground with his foot.
“Tease me again bitch and you’ll get it up the arse,” he said.
For a shy kid he had come out of his shell quickly.
He ripped off what remained of Jones uniform and threw it out the open window. She stood naked and covered in his cum.
“Now fuck off,” he said. “I’m a fucking Jenkins bitch and I can break you.”
Jones hurried naked from the room, wiping the cum from her body.
She went to the nurses station and put on a spare uniform from the cupboard but would have to go without underwear now.
She looked at the board but no lights were lit.
“Thank God for small miracles,” she said. She wondered how Miller was going in room 6 and decided to see if she needed a hand. It was not strictly allowed but she feared what that guy might do to her.
When she looked in the room she was surprised to find a cleaner there.
“Where is he?” she said.
“Playing a stalker,” said the old male cleaner. “Your girlfriend is going to get it in the ass.”
A shiver went down Jones spine. He hadn’t played a stalker for a couple of weeks and it was usually with her. Something about him picking Miller now worried her.
It was as if he was trying to get at Jones. She knew he hated lesbians. Would he punish her by hurting Miller.
“How far would he go?” she thought.
An image of Miller locked in the dryer flashed through her mind and she knew it was true. He was crazy. There was every chance Miller would die this day.
“I can’t let it happen,” she thought. “I have to save her no matter what. No matter how much we stand to lose I can’t let her die!”
Jones was about to run for the lifts when a voice called out behind her.
“Jones assume the position!!!”
“Shit,” she thought. “Dr Melville.”
Dr Melville had taken a particular liking to Jones arse since she had started at the hospital. His brutal anal fuckings of her had become so routine that now he simply ordered her to assume the position and she knew what she had to do.
“He’ll force me no matter what,” she thought. “Faster to let him do it.”
She bent over the nurses station counter and pulled up her uniform and spread her arse cheeks. Dr Meville stormed up behind her and slid his cock deep into her arse without even breaking stride.
It pushed deep into her anal cavity and he pushed a ruler between her teeth as he always did so she had something to bite down on as the pain spread through her body.
She screamed through her teeth as he rapidly fucked her tight dry hole and pulled her hair in his hands.
In her mind Jones prayed it would be quick, partly for her sake but also for Miller who could be anywhere and suffering who knows what at the hands of the guy in 6.
But Dr Melville was in no rush. He pounded into her arse ever more slowly but ever deeper as if he were trying to make it painful and also slow. He would stop with his cock buried all the way in and then slap her across the backside hard as she screamed around the ruler in her mouth.
She tried to buck against him, hoping the friction would force him to cum but he pulled out every time she did and would then re insert his cock as roughly as he could as his building orgasm faded.
After twenty minutes of this the boy from room 4 appeared. Seeing Jones with a cock in her arse got him fired up.
“My turn,” he said and pulled Jones of the doctors cock. As the patients paid the bills Dr Melville had to let him have her but as the boy penetrated her arse he moved up, took the ruler from her mouth and replaced it with his cock.
“Bite this one bitch I’ll rip your fucking head off,” he said.
Jones could taste her arse on his cock as he pushed it over her taste buds and had to fight the desire to either vomit or bite off his cock.
Both men now fucked her as if they were in a contest to see who could cause her the most distress. Both cocks were huge and tearing at the walls of the opposing cavities.
The two men ripped at her uniform until it was in pieces on the ground and her breasts now bounced freely in time with the thrust of the skewering cocks.
For half an hour they thrust into her, pausing occassionally to subdue their climax only to start again with an even greater ferocity.
Two nurses came and watched on as Jones was split between the mens dicks but did nothing to help her.
“Hear about Miller?” said one nurse. “The guy in 6 has her in the laundry. Forbes said she could hear the bitch screaming.”
Jones knew the nurses were saying it to torment her but she also knew it was probably all too true. She desperately wanted to bite off the doctors cock and run to Millers rescue but knew it would do no good. She would be caught and pack raped before she even made it to the lift.
Finally after an hour caught between the two cocks they exploded together, filling her at either end with sticky white seed.
She stood as they withdrew and ran for the lift. It was stuck in the basement and Jones knew why. The bastard had Miller trapped down there. She was locked in the basement laundry with him. He was going to burn her alive.
“She’s already dead,” she thought. She ran for the stairs and bolted naked down them, her tits flailing wildly in front of her as she skipped down them three at a time.
She reached the ground floor and there was the boss in the middle of the stairs to the basement blocking her path.
“No,” he said. “It is forbidden. Miller is on a Stalker assignment. You cannot go down there!”
“He’ll kill her!” Jones screamed. “He is nuts! You can’t let him!”
Mr Saunders grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to her knees.
“I will not allow it!” he said. “One step forward and the both of you are fired. No money, nothing.”
Jones was desperate.
“Please,” she said. “I’ll blow you. Please let me save her.”
Saunders took out his cock.
“Blowing me is a given,” he said and pushed his cock into her tired mouth.
Once more her choice was either bite or suck. She doubted she would get into the basement without Saunders so suck was all she could do.
She knew Saunders liked it more when she acted like she loved sucking him so she began to moan like her mouth was a vagina and his cock the most desired object in the world.
She sucked on it hard and deep, fucking his cock with her face, desperate to finish him fast. He gripped her hair and forced her to look into his eyes and she batted her eyelids like she was an innocent teen sucking her boyfriend for the very first time.
It was what he liked more than anything else, she knew, and his cum burst out fast and hard into her mouth.
She took his cock out and opened her mouth so he could see the load then swallowed it all.
“Please,” she said. “She will die. You can’t let it happen.”
Saunders looked down at her doubtfully as he tucked away his cock.
“OK,” he said. “I will do it. We can look together. But this will cost you. You forfeit one million dollars as soon ad I open the basement door.”
“OK,” said Jones getting up off her knees.
She followed Mr Saunders down the stairs to the basement door.
It was silent beyond and Jones feared the silence greatly.
“We are too late,” she cried. “If she were alive she’d be screaming!”
Saunders opened the door and Jones ran through. She raced across the car park towards the closed laundry door. Her heart sank as she heard the sound of a clothes dryer spinnning.
She burst through the door. The fat bastard in 6 stood masturbating in front of a front loading dryer which was padlocked shut.
Jones screamed and ran for him, her eyes on a set of keys in his free hand. As she neared him she saw a womans hands in the rotating dryer desperately pounding in an effort to break the glass.
The guy in 6 turned as Jones approached and ran away as she neared in fear of the hatred he saw in her eyes.
Miller was in the dryer, she had a look of both fear and great pain. The switch to turn the dryer off had been removed and the makeshift lock he had attached sealed it shut.
With a sudden strength born of panic Jones pulled at the dryer door, breaking the lock with her hands and throwing the door open. Miller spilled out of the machine and onto the ground. Her hands and knees were scalded but not badly and Jones breathed a sigh of relief as she realised the dryer had only just been turned on.
Miller would be OK but within minutes she would have been dead if Jones had not come. Mr Saunders arrived as Jones cradled Miller in her arms.
“I want him charged,” she said.
“Not charged,” said Saunders. “We have our own justice here. He won’t see the sunset.”
