Night in the Intensive Care Unit

This happened the day after I celebrated my birthday. We were celebrating at a club, and at the height of the fun, I saw my boyfriend kissing another girl. I didn't make a scene, just caught a cab and went home. In the morning, he called me and said it was over between us. I had a hysterical breakdown. I was madly in love with him. Just two months ago, he became my first man. In short, at that moment, I saw no reason to go on living. I swallowed a bunch of pills. The last thing I remember was an overwhelming urge to sleep. I woke up in a hospital room. As the nurse later told me, I was found by my mom, who came home early from work,

and she called an ambulance for me.

Gradually, consciousness returned to me, and I began to understand that I was lying on a hospital bed with my hands and feet restrained. I could hardly move. When the doctor approached me, I asked him to untie me, but he said I'd have to stay like that for now, so I wouldn't do anything else. Several hours passed like this, and it grew dark outside. The nurse on duty disconnected my IV and left the room. She was gone for quite a while; I was already starting to fall asleep when I suddenly heard someone enter the room.

It turned out to be the doctor who had examined me in the morning. He came over to me and, without saying a word, took out a wide piece of tape and covered my mouth. Leaning close to me, he whispered right into my ear:

 — "Sweetie, if you tell anyone about this, no one will believe you. After all, you're a suicide case. Everyone will think you have a mental disorder and send you to a psych ward. Do you want that? No. So be a good girl." I understood everything and quietly cried.

The doctor sat on the bed and, ignoring my tears, pulled back the edge of the blanket, exposing my firm breasts with bright pink nipples. The room was quite cool, and my nipples were erect.

 — "Sunshine, your nipples are hard. Are you already ready? That's good; I like it when girls get excited quickly."

With these words, he touched my breast, stroked it, then pinched a nipple between his fingers and squeezed it hard. I shuddered in pain. He probably liked my reaction. With both hands, he tortured my nipples, causing me unbearable pain. Then he leaned over and licked my breast. He played with my nipples with his tongue, sucking and lightly biting them.

Then he stood up and, with one sharp movement, tore the blanket off me. I lay tied up with my legs spread wide apart, which were fastened to the bed rails. From the bedside table, my tormentor took out rubber gloves and several jars with cloudy contents. Putting on the gloves, he scooped ointment from one jar with his fingers and generously smeared this nasty stuff on my breasts. The reaction didn't take long. Within seconds, an unbearable burning sensation spread across my chest. From that pain, I wanted to scream, but with my mouth taped, I could only moan.

He took off the gloves and touched my neatly shaved pubic area. Without bothering much with foreplay, with one sharp movement, he inserted several fingers into my pussy.

 — "So you're not a virgin anymore. Then why are you squirming? You should like this. Don't worry, when I put you on my dick, you'll definitely like it."

With very rough movements, he fingered my pussy. He tugged at my clit and pulled my labia. When he got tired of that, he put the gloves back on and smeared his fingers with the contents of another jar. I thought he was going to lubricate my pussy, but I was wrong. This pervert started massaging my back hole. I was very scared, as I had never tried anal sex before. He did everything very roughly and painfully for me. After lightly teasing the ring of my anus, he inserted a finger into me. Then his actions became more active. He pounded my ass with his finger at a furious speed.

 — "Alright, that's enough for you. You've already had your fun; now it's time to give me some pleasure."

He pulled down his pants, and I saw his cock, standing at full attention. Leaning his whole body on me and very sharply inserting his cock into my hole, he began to fuck me rudely. I was completely dry, and it was terribly painful for me. He didn't need much time to cum. Literally after a couple of minutes, he grunted, and I felt a stream of hot liquid shoot into me. But he wasn't in a hurry to pull his cock out of my pussy. Several more minutes passed before he fell out of me on his own.

 — "Did you like how I came? And now I'm going to release something else on you, so you can fully enjoy male fluid."

The doctor knelt over me, took his cock in his hand, aimed it at my freshly fucked pussy, and started to urinate. I had never felt so disgusted in my life. When he finished and finally left, once again reminding me that I could end up in a psych ward, I lay there with my ravaged pussy leaking his cum, in a puddle of his urine, and thought that I couldn't count on a quick discharge. After all, my attending doctor wouldn't miss the chance to use me again. And that's exactly what happened.

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