Disclaimer: This story is fiction. In real life, the author does not condone non-consensual sex of any kind. All characters are over eighteen.
CHAPTER ONE
Private encrypted diary of Dr. Liberty Dickter. Entries for September 27.
6:00 AM, Memorial Hospital.
Physicians work long days, and my days are generally no exception. Sometimes mine started earlier than most, in the hospital wards. One reason I like to come in early is because it is quieter. Another reason is that the third shift nurses are still on duty. They are often newer and more vulnerable.
Mr. Blodger, one of my patients, was eighty-two and looked it, but yesterday I saw him groping Lisa's ass while she checked his vitals. The offended tall slender brunette shift head nurse whispered, "Don't!" in an angry voice, as she removed his hand from her rear. But she took no punitive or retaliatory action, as nurses know that their license is on the line for such moves.
This morning, I secretly gave Mr. Blodger a tablet of Viagra. I doubted if he could get, much less keep, an erection without it. Then I found Lisa at the nurses' station, and whispered to her, "Mr. Blodger needs relief." She looked at me, got my drift, and with an expression of sheer dread, walked down the hall to Mr. Blodger's room.
A few minutes later, I peeked behind the curtain in Mr. Blodger's room, and saw Lisa, naked from the waist down, straddling the old man on his bed, fucking him, tears trickling down her cheeks. The old man had a big wide-eyed smile on his face, his bony hands reaching up and fondling the thirty-four year old wife and mother's small tits. Fortunately for Mr. Blodger's health, Lisa was doing most of the work, thrusting her nice butt in and out as her pussy slid up and down the pale old man's red cock.
I'd fucked Lisa many times myself, since I caught her making a near-fatal med error at the end of a double shift. I was just toying with her now, and giving pleasure to an old man. But mostly, I wanted her out of the way for a while so I could get Stacy alone.
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I knew what I wanted to do for a living at a very early age, as soon as I learned that doctors got to see women naked. I'd had visions of my bespectacled family doctor looking at and even touching all of the neighborhood moms and other attractive women naked, thought it had to be the world's greatest job, and it put the bug into me to study medicine. So while voyeurism had always been a part of my nature, somewhere along the line I got addicted to control, if I may do a little self-analysis. Nudity was part of being a doctor, but when I was older I started thinking of all of the things that I could do to a woman behind closed doors that would cause sexual embarrassment, fear and humiliation. Whatever medical school taught us to do to make the patient comfortable, I wanted to do the opposite. And I started practicing and perfecting these techniques before I was even out of residency.
Then I learned that when you are a powerful, respected doctor, there are many ways to get women to do what you want them to do. In the medical field these days, all personnel are under a constant paranoid cloud, in fear every day, knowing that one wrong move could cost a patient's life, get them sued, lose them their license, get them arrested, or all of the above. And I've caught nurses making mistakes that, if I hadn't noticed, would have jeopardized a patient's life. I've caught mistakes post-mortem. I've caught staff members writing prescriptions on my script. I've caught nurses reacting to offensive patients' molestations. And I've framed innocent staffers with all of these offenses. Through years of practice, I've managed to turn a number of my female staffers and ward nurses into virtual slaves with threats of arrest, loss of license, and the like.
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6:30 AM, Memorial Hospital
I admired Lisa's silent humping of the smiling old man for a few minutes, and returned to the Nurse's station, where I found Stacy. Stacy was a recent "catch." I caught her for the second time making a med error. She knew I had her, and I was ready to collect my reward for not turning her in and ruining her nursing career, taking away her livelihood, and perhaps worse.
I stood next to Stacy at the counter, pretending to look at a chart with her, and put my hand on her hip. When she didn't object, I slid it down over her butt. The flimsy nursing pants and cotton panties were little protection for her young tender ass. Stacy wasn't a raving beauty; a slender brunette of about 5' 5" with small breasts; but behind those glasses and her button nose was a cute late-twenties wife.
Stacy let out a gasp and clenched her butt cheeks when my hand found it for the first time, but then she stood motionless as I whispered in her ear. "It's time to pay your debt for my saving your career at the risk of my own license. Room 1204 is empty. Meet me there in ten minutes."
Stacy simply nodded as she blinked back tears, and I released her from my grip. Two residents were approaching the desk. When Stacy was out of sight, I turned to the residents, and mumbled, "If you want to watch Stacy fuck, room 1204 in twenty minutes."
I got to room 1204 before Stacy, and laid on my back on the window bed, with the curtain drawn. It was still early for me, and I wasn't wide awake. I heard the squeaking of nurse's shoes at the door, and Stacy slipped through the curtain and found me in bed. I casually motioned her over to the bed. She stood at my side, and I whispered, "Take down my pants." Stacy did as ordered. Her hands trembled as she unzipped my fly and opened my pants. While she whipped out my semi-hard cock, I reached behind her and groped her ass. She whimpered, but was otherwise silent.
"Give me a hand job," I whispered. Without looking at me, she obediently stroked my cock to full erection. I reached up with my left hand and gently grabbed the back of her head. I turned her face towards mine, and pulled her down to me. Her lips met mine, and I kissed her lips, slowly and gently at first. Stacy stopped stroking my cock, but I took her hand and made her continue. I worked my tongue into her mouth, slowly and deeply. I could hear our lips and tongues smacking in the silent room.
Stacy's uniform top had buttons down the front. I unbuttoned the first several buttons. I could see her small white bra, and reached inside her top with my right hand, slid it inside her bra, and fondled her small left breast. I undid the rest of her buttons, reached up with both hands, and pulled up on her bra cups. Both of her small pale titties were exposed. They were small and cone-shaped, capped with light brown eraser-sized nipples. Not big, but kind of sexy, especially considering I was likely the only man besides her husband to get to play with them since she got married. I wondered if she told him about her troubles, and my demands. I wondered if she would tell him later what I was doing to her. I doubted it, but I hoped so.
While still worming my tongue around inside Stacy's mouth and sliding it around her tongue, I felt both tits, and tugged on her hard nipples. Then I slid my left hand around behind her, inside the elastic waistband of her slacks, inside of her panties, and massaged her bare ass cheeks.