13 Haunted Nights by Emilia Rose

Author:Emilia Rose [Rose, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Psych Ward

CONTENT WARNING: KNIFE PLAY, DILDO, MEDICAL PLAY, CORRUPT THERAPIST, SPECULUM

Sex deprived.

I snapped my shoulders back and forth, desperately trying to escape the straitjacket that Doctor Holland had stuffed me inside of while I slept two nights ago. After spending the last three months convincing me to finally check into the Covenpeak Hospital for my sex addiction, he had betrayed me.

Betrayed me!

“Let me out of here!” I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Heat grew between my thighs, taunting me. I needed to touch myself. Badly. It had been forty-eight hours since my hands had been between my thighs, since I had been rubbing myself off against the metal bars of my bed frame while Holland watched me through the double-sided mirror.

“You’ll fucking regret this, Hollan–”

Before I had any more time to protest, the bulky box television with two antennas directly in front of me turned on. A flurry of static appeared on the screen, followed by two naked bodies grinding against each other.

“Please, stop it!” I cried, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to last another night of porn. On the screen, a woman was being filled by three men in one hole. As the pressure built between my thighs, I slashed my shoulders back and forth. “I can’t handle this anymore!”

The door opened, and Holland walked into the padded white room.

“I thought they didn’t put patients in straitjackets anymore!” I cried. “Let me out!”

“Patients?” he chuckled darkly. “Did you actually believe my little lie, Tamara? Did you really believe I worked at Covenpeak Hospital? At any mental institute for that matter?” He stalked into the room. “Maybe I’m not even a therapist.”

“You’re a bastard!” I growled. “Let me out. Now!”

“If you had kept up with your behavior,” he said, drawing his fingers up the column of my neck and then tucking some hair behind my ear, “you would have hurt yourself. I had to restrain you for your own good.”

“How is this for my own good?!” I screamed.

I was a crying, sopping mess. My pussy was aching so badly. I wanted out. Now.

“I’m here to give you the therapy that you so desperately need,” he murmured.

Slowly, he loosened the straps that bounded my feet together until it came undone. Then he undid the next strap up my legs, then the next, and the next until he undid the one around my knees and I could finally move slightly.

“I bet your pretty pussy is begging to be filled,” he murmured, rubbing his fingers over my clit through the straitjacket. Pressure rose in my core, threatening to push me over the edge already, and he barely touched me yet.

When he pulled away, I whined. “D-Don’t stop-p. Please, I need it!”

He walked to the door and pulled out a metal service cart with medical supplies on it. After wheeling over the cart, he grabbed a knife from it. “Now, don’t move,” he warned, cutting up my left pant leg to my pussy. Then he did the same with the right pant leg to gain complete access to my drooling cunt.

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