one
Paul looked again at the people sitting in front of him. The unfortunate father and mother expected from him at least some news about their daughter. He got up, rummaged through a pile of personal files, pulled out a skinny folder. Pavlova Svetlana Igorevna.
“Funny,” thought Pavel, looking at the surname, even on the first day of admission, he paid attention to it, although not only because of the surname consonant with his name. The girl was very beautiful, but the diagnosis of schizophrenia put an end to her beauty.
— I'm sorry, but I have nothing to please you — the doctor sighed theatrically, as he could, showing that he cares about their grief — To visit? No, you can’t, there are specially allotted hours for this, now she has procedures, specialists are working with her.
The procedure meant she was given a dose of sedative medication and she sits drooling on her bed. When they left, he cheerfully spun around in his chair, took out a black box from the top drawer of the table, took out an electronic cigarette from there, inserted a small real cigarette into it, and pressing the heating button, lit up. Releasing a jet of smoke, Pashka got up to open the window. Helps, he thought, fiddling with the electronic gadget he had bought in hopes of quitting smoking.
"Svetlana Igorevna" - he sipped the name, enjoying the mint smoke, and the memories of the girl - a green-eyed slender woman, lying on this table with her legs spread ...
How he was against this appointment, being the head physician of a mental hospital seemed to him the very bottom of the doctor's profession. But the father insisted, after the scandal at his former job, medicine seemed to be closed to him. All because of his restless desire to fuck every day. The reason for the dismissal was that he was caught planting his stake in the ass of the wife of the head physician. A hungry woman, suffering from a lack of sex, allowed him to have it as he wanted, she gave it to him every day, either in his office, or in the toilet, or in the car. The woman was a trouble-free married slut. But they were burned by her husband, in the procedure. The head physician was offended, shouted, wrote such colorful letters to all the institutions in the city that Pashka had no chance to get a job. Father helped with the appointment here, in a psychiatric hospital. Now he is the king here.
The plastic cigarette vibrated in his fingers, signaling that the smoking session was over. “It's time to go around the property,” he thought, threw out the used bull, closed the window, again picking up the folder, looked at the photo of the girl. “Perhaps today I will visit you again” - throwing away the folder, and correcting his agitated member, Pavel went out into the corridor.
“Olga Ivanovna,” he nodded to the head nurse, who was leading a group of patients somewhere.
She nodded and responded with a sly smile.
2
- Well, why did you get up ?! - Olga shouted loudly when the head physician passed, and began to push the patients towards the shower room.
A dozen men dutifully marched in the right direction, Olga brought up the rear. A tiled room with several wooden benches, which was the dressing room for the shower, received visitors.
“Let’s undress, undress,” Olga said loudly, turning the door lock, she didn’t need extra eyes.
The patients began to slowly take off their gray pajamas, those who could not do this Olga undressed herself. Enjoying the process, she took her time pulling down her pants, admiring the hanging male organs of all sizes. They were all clean-shaven, which she did personally.
“In the hospital there is no place for a hotbed of all sorts of diseases, the hygiene of intimate places must be observed,” she said to Pavel when he asked her why they should shave the sick.
— Olga Ivanovna, whatever you say. Just make sure that the female team of patients also undergo the procedure.
Pavel did not interfere in her affairs, and she did not pay attention to his visits to sick girls, which lasted for several hours. Birds of a feather flock together.
Everyone was undressed, and she sent the men to the shower room so as not to wet her robe herself, Olga threw it off, then took off her panties and bodice. Helping them to lather their bodies, the woman slid her hands over their backs, buttocks, and of course lathering the household. Her touch elicited a response from almost everyone. Her organs tensed, and it drove her mad.
Choosing whom to start with, the woman glanced at her wards. Filled with drugs, they smiled stupidly, and were unable to harm her, all they had was enough to follow simple commands. She sat down on a wooden bench.
- Well, Valera, let's start with you? Come on, come to me stupid head - she beckoned one of the patients, a young guy of about twenty-five, a former hockey player, due to a head injury, turned into an idiot.
The hockey past left a mark on his figure, a handsome, athletic guy, in life he would hardly have looked at Olga. A forty-year-old divorcee with two offspring, although she had not completely lost her former beauty, was already showing a tendency to be overweight, and wrinkles could not be avoided. Having power over men who were sick in the head, she indulged her desires.
Valera came up, his decent-sized device was in front of her face. Olga, licking her lips, took it whole, but he immediately began to swell, and no longer fit in his mouth fell out. She caught her breath, masturbating a little with her hand, knelt on the bench, bent over, exposing his ass to him. I had to stick my hand under me, and taking him by the member, pull him towards me. The open excited hole immediately took him into herself.
“Yeah,” she drawled.
The guy began to move his hips, sharp jolts drove a member into the woman, you can’t deceive nature, even though they are fools, but they didn’t forget how to fuck. Olga moaned, massaging her clitoris, trying to finish as soon as possible. I wanted to finish it from Valera.
"Come on, you idiot, get stronger!" she urged him on.
The member slid into her, pushing the walls of her hungry vagina, her fingers caressed themselves, bringing an orgasm closer. The rest of the men stared blankly at what was happening. Olya took off her penis to change her position, and Valera continued to make frictions into the void for some time. She lay down on the bed, spreading her thighs, and opening up to the sick fool access to her pussy. She looked with pleasure at a strong young member, the head shone, swaying from side to side.
- Come on, hockey player, give me your stick, mommy is waiting!
Olga stood up, pulling him to her. The young member, full of strength, stood upright, I had to lower it down with an effort in order to direct it towards myself. Touching the female flesh, the guy immediately earned a piston, and Olga leaned back on the bench. He tirelessly fucked the woman lying in front of him, his hands at his sides, working only with his hips. He looked indifferently at the dangling boobs, and Olya herself had to hold their swaying.
Forgetting everything in the world, she gave herself to this cock, feeling the pressure growing in her stomach, which eventually exploded into a wild orgasm, depriving her of feelings. The piston kept hammering at her insides, prolonging the flashes of sweet convulsions. When she came to, Valera shuddered, ending in her.
- Here you are a bastard - the woman said without malice, knowing that she had taken the necessary pills in advance.
He moved away from her, looking at his still shooting head.
— What are you looking for there? Forgot how to finish? - Olga got up and went to take a shower, looking at the remaining men, who to fuck next.
3
Pavel, having walked around the corridors, talked with the medical staff, made sure that everything was in order. The sick were given medicine, a couple of young guys, squinting from the army, were under supervision so that they would not smoke, and the only violent psycho was locked in a special ward. Alyonka, who followed him, a young desperate girl, easily coped with a difficult patient. Looking at his watch, and deciding that it was time for lunch sex, Pashka went to room number 37, where the same Pavlova S.I. was lying.
The girl was asleep when he came in. Clicking on the latch, which, in general, was forbidden to be placed from the inside, so that the psychos would not close, but installed in the wards chosen by the head physician, he went to the bed. She slept without a blanket, in gray pajamas with no underwear underneath, curled up. Paul forbade the sick to wear linen. It was possible at any moment to put your hand under the spacious trousers and grab the pie of any patient. Olga, the head nurse, immediately supported him in this idea, just as easily she took out the devices of sick men, quickly putting them in a combat position.
And now, he easily penetrated the fabric, squeezed his strong breasts with one hand, while the other unbuttoned the belt on his trousers, which heaved with excitement. He has already fucked a girl twice this week, a cozy pussy, great boobs haunted him. Due to a head injury, after a parachute jump, she almost stopped responding to others, performing only animal functions. Pulling off her pants, Pashka again admired the beautiful pussy, such a fuck and fuck. Taking out a jar of medical Vaseline from the pocket of his dressing gown, he smeared his cock, wiping the remnants from his fingers on her lips.
“Oh, beauty, now you will get it from me,” the doctor said happily and pounced on her body.
The girl looked indifferently at everything that was happening. Silently lying under him, not reacting to his slaps on the thighs, bites on the nipples, and insane pounding of her vagina. Pavel fucked her with all his strength, driving a member to the very balls with such force that it seemed to tear the girl apart. The member tormented the young pussy, penetrating to the very uterus, sometimes it seemed to him that the girl would wake up and begin to wave him. But alas, she silently looked at the ceiling, allowing her body to be raped, only rosy cheeks betrayed that she still feels something.
Breaking away from her, Pashka turned the girl on her stomach, put a pillow under her hips, so that her ass was upturned. Then once again smeared a member of Vaseline and attached it to the ass. With difficulty overcoming the resistance of the tight ringlet, he completely entered her. The girl sighed loudly.
- What a kitty, do you feel it? said the doctor in a pleased voice.
And pushing in a narrow ass began to increase the pace. She twitched when he pushed the piston too hard into her, but she was still silent. Pashka even thought that in such an extraordinary way he could cure the poor thing. “They will also give the Nobel Prize,” mentally laughing, he squeezed strong buns and pecked her, approaching orgasm. Last time, he was afraid to cum in her and leave marks, but now he began to growl into her all the contents of the eggs. Inside the narrow space it became hot with sperm. The buzz from impunity repeatedly increased orgasm. The girl was breathing heavily, and when he pulled a member out of her, it was clear how she instinctively tries to squeeze the broken hole, the muscles moving in vain tried to close the ass, from which sperm ran in a stream.
four
Alyonka was indeed a young and very brave girl. The violent patient, kept separately from everyone else, was under her supervision, most often he was fastened with wide leather straps to the bed, and they took him to the bath procedures only after pumping him well with medicine. Alyonka was twenty years old, she was a petite, slender girl with the first size of breasts, and a neat narrow ass. Natural thinness was supported by vegetarianism, and the gym. Having no medical education, she got used to the ranks of the hospital so much that no one thought about her profession. She was Alyonka - a fearless nurse, a tamer of psychos.
Working the night shift today, she saw off the last of her colleagues, went around the corridors, checking that the doors to the wards were closed so that the psychos would not run away, and headed to the far wing of the hospital. Going to the door, behind which was the same violent one, she was already trembling all over, for a week she had not been able to go out at night, and she pretty much missed him. During the day, she did not give him a single pill, throwing them into the toilet. It was enough for him to wake up from the intoxicating medicine and become himself again. Glancing around, she turned the key in the lock and went inside.
The smell of sweat, heavy sniffing, and eyes burning with madness, that's what the girl saw. He was about forty, in the medical history it was written that during the arrest the police put his head on the asphalt. And they detained him on suspicion of numerous rapes of women. The maniac, distraught after an injury, was settled here.
Alyonka looked at his sinewy body, which was trying to escape from the embrace of the belts that cut into the skin. He growled, looking at her, and from this the girl went crazy. His savagery turned her on. She measured the distance from the bed with her eyes, and placed a loaded syringe on the floor. The dose contained in it is capable of knocking down an elephant. She took off her bathrobe and twirled in front of him in her underwear. Maniac howled, trying to get up.
“Be patient, dear, I can’t wait either,” Alyonka said affectionately, undressing to the goal.
Her panties were already squelching, she was flowing from the thought of what he would do to her now. A click and the right leg was released from the belt, the second and second legs were free. The man tossed about on the bed, blowing white foam from his mouth. A click, the chest strap loosened. Another click released the hand, which immediately tried to grab the prey. Alenka dodged loudly laughing. His pants were already torn from a strong boner. The girl twisted and danced while he tried to free himself...