I couldn't believe Dr. Phillips was assigned to me for the evening. He was my gynecologist and I had an appointment scheduled with him the following week. I dreaded going in to see him. There was just something about his overall demeanor that made me uncomfortable.

Still, this was my chance to get back at him for all those agonizing times I had been to his office, and I suspected he wouldn't mind. I don't now, I guess I had heard rumors about some of his little quirks. I wasn't sure how true they were, but I was about to find out. As I walked into his room, he started to raise up in his small hospital bed.

"No, don't get up," I told him in a stern voice. He seemed startled at first, but meekly said, "Okay." Dr. Phillips lowered himself down on his back.

"Now, then, in here we do things my way, understand!" I told him. Putting on a latex glove, I told him to turn over. "Let's see if we can figure out what the problem is!"

I think we both understood the irony. During each of his examinations he was always poking and prodding me and it seemed he derived some perverse pleasure from it. I can't say I didn't either, at times, but now it was his turn to squirm.

Standing next to his bed, I think he understood what was about to happen. I could see it in the look in his eyes but I was unmoved. Opening the hospital gown in the back, I commanded him, "Raise your ass!"

He seemed confused and dazed at the order. A hard slap to his ass got his attention. "I said show me your ass!" my voice snapped at him louder than before. His arms trembled slightly and his body flinched.

Pulling his legs apart with my hands to give me better access to his sphincter, I rubbed the fingers of my gloved hand over the tight opening of his asshole. My index finger was positioned perfectly over the puckered opening of his ass. I guess I could have swirled it around to relax him, but I didn't remember him ever doing anything in his office to make me more comfortable.

As I got the tip of my finger in slowly, he seemed to relax for a moment until I rammed my finger in burying it in his ass. I could see him wince. Wiggling my penetrating finger around, I could really feel his body start to squirm and twist.

Dr. Phillips grunted like a pig. He started to speak, but I pushed his head down into the bed pillow. "Don't even think about asking me what I'm doing, I know my job! For emphasis I curled my finger and jerked it around inside of him.

I wasn't as heartless as I make it sound. I told him to turn back over keeping my finger in his ass. The old doctor had a hard-on. I could tell he was embarrassed, but I let him know he didn't need to be.

As much as I loved sucking cock, and everybody in the hospital knew that by now, I was sure Dr. Phillips had probably heard it too and expected it. I didn't do it though. I continued to move my finger in and out of his ass and slapped at his hard cock several times with the other. I watched his cock bend back and forth with each slap and the head get juicier and juicier with precum

My hand kept whacking and spanking at his tortured cock. It was amazing! Dr. Phillips came. "Shame on you," I laughed, then turned to leave his room. "I'll be back later to check on you." I could see the crimson color spreading over his face but he never said another word that night.

Well, like I say, nurses aren't immune to doctor's appointments and I was curious to see how my regular check-up with him would go. Normally, doctors appointments for a nurse can be strange anyway. I mean, we work with these people at the hospital so the dichotomy between our professional relationship and the doctor-patient one makes it a little more difficult.

I mean, I see the guy making rounds at the hospital and assist him and then later I'm off to his office to let him look at my pussy. It's all really kind of weird. I guess all of that really changed that night when he was my patient for nothing more than a routine physical exam the next day.

It was kind of odd but Dr. Phillips showed up at the hospital one evening before my appointment. It a little unusual seeing him at the hospital late at night, but who knows. Doctors were always coming in and out of hospital at different hours. Dr. Phillips had apparently looked at his appointment book and noticed I had an appointment scheduled. "We could do your appointment right here in the hospital after your shift," he told me. "It would save you the trouble of coming in and clear up my appointment book to get somebody else in."

There was an impish little grin on his face as he told me this. My guess remained was he had heard the doctors talking about my penchant for sucking cocks. It was becoming well-known around the hospital and it was that grin that made me wonder about him now. I guess maybe he figured it was payback time for him.

Under normal circumstances I would have been happy to suck any doctor's cock. But, as far as Dr. Phillips went, I still had some misgivings about him. Like I say, there was just something about him that made me feel uncomfortable being around him, even a little fearful and that was in his office, let alone being with him at the hospital after hours all by myself. Still, not wanting to sound ungrateful and against my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed.

"Fine," he told me. "Meet me in room 302 when you get off." He walked off whistling a little tune I'd never heard before.

As he walked down the hallway it registered what he had told me. That wing of the hospital was under construction and closed off. At that time of night there wouldn't be anybody around, or so I thought.

When my shift ended, I made my way to the third floor. I was going to tell Dr. Phillips I had changed my mind and would see him in his office as scheduled. I knew I didn't owe him an explanation, but for some reason it seemed like the professional thing to do.

I knew my concern was irrational because there wasn't anything professional about what he had planned in the first place. On the other hand, I thought perhaps my concerns were unwarranted.

I passed a couple carpenters working on the wing. It was probably a great time to work. The floor closed to the public and the staff didn't go there. Being late at night I had to assume it was probably an ideal time to get work done.

They glanced up from their work momentarily as I walked by but quickly returned to their work. I found their lack of interest in me incredible. I mean, I don't want to make it sound like I was some kind of raving beauty queen, and I still had my nurse's uniform on which isn't very flattering.

Still, I knew men loved my body, and most of the men I encountered did take notice as my 5-7, slender body bounced by. I still believed it was the creamy white skin, strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes that really seemed to turn men on, but regardless, these guys didn't even do a double-take.

But, I knew they had a job to do and while I enjoyed my late night exhibitionism at the hospital and servicing the doctors and other male employees with my hot mouth, I didn't let it interfere with my work so I guess I understood.

I mean, a doctor might walk by in his scrubs and I'd see the outline of his cock in his pants. It might even make my mouth water just to think about having his hot, hard cock in my wet mouth, but if I had patients to see, I put it out of my mind and would do what needed to be done. It doesn't mean I didn't try to find him later after work or during a break and suck that hard baby down my throat, but you know, first things first.

Anyway, further down the hall I saw the door to Room 302 slightly ajar. A small light could be seen burning inside through the crack in the door. Pushing the door open, I made my way inside. Dr. Phillips sat on one of the hospital beds over toward the far end of the room, close to the window.

"Dr. Phillips, I'm tired," I lied. "I'll just keep the appointment you have scheduled for me at your office."

"Listen, Dawn, I stayed over to do this. Now you're going to leave, just like that!" He sounded agitated but not angry. I could have turned to walk out then but now felt I owed him a further explanation. I mean, after all, he had waited.

Dr. Phillips moved closer to me as he talked. "The floor is closed off, it's not likely anybody's coming around," he said trying to reassure me.

"Well, there's men working down the hall. I just don't feel comfortable with them out there, that's all. If somebody walked in we could be both be in trouble."

Turning, I started to turn to walk out of the room. I felt his hand grab my arm and spin me around toward him. With my free hand I tried to push away and did break free from his grasp. I turned toward the door again to run but stumbled.

As I fell to the floor he maneuvered his body next to me, his legs clamping down over mine. Before I could react he pulled my hands behind my back. I could feel cold metal slapping at my wrists and with two loud clicks of handcuffs, my hands and arms were bound behind my back.

I started to scream out but he anticipated it and was a step ahead of me. His hand covered my mouth muffling my cry for help. With a swift, deft movement, I felt something hard jam into my mouth and pull tightly around my the back of my head. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, a ball gag was forcing itself deep in my open mouth secured by leather straps behind my head.

He pulled me up to my feet and turned me abruptly around facing the bed again. My eyes opened wide in horror and my screams of terror were nothing more than whimpers barely audible to anyone but me. He marched me, hands and arms jerked firmly behind my back, toward the bed where he had sat earlier. What frightened me was something I saw but didn't know what it was at the time.

A bar was lying at the foot of the bed. Later, I learned it was a metal spreader bar, but, like I say, I had no idea what it was at the time except it looked so ominous to me. I stood and looked at the bed and the bar in hopeless silence.

Dr. Phillips ripped the top of my uniform off and pushed my scrub pants down my legs and over my feet. I kicked futility but without being able to use my hands as leverage, it was useless to fight.

My bra and panties were ripped from my body by his strong hands. I stood naked in the small hospital room, my hands cuffed behind my back and the ball gag stifling any attempt by me to call out for help.

He shoved me hard from behind. I landed face first on the bed. He grabbed at me and roughly turned me over on my back. He secured my ankles, one at a time, to the bar. With the cuffs pushing into my back, I laid uncomfortably on the bed. He picked up a pillow and some blankets and shoved them under my ass raising my exposed pussy high in the air.

In this position my head was tilted back. All I could see was the wall behind me and of course the metal slats of the headboard. It seemed like several minutes went by. I couldn't see the doctor, nor could I hear him.

All of sudden, without warning, I felt his hands roughly pull at my tits. His fingers twisted and pinched my nipples. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, getting larger now and rolling down the sides of my face. It was then I realized during those minutes he had taken off his clothes.

"Time to check your cunt!" he scowled at me. "That's my fucking job!"

With that, he climbed on the bed between my spread open legs and again, without warning, his hard cock plunged into my dry pussy. His body fell forward forcing the handcuffs sharply into the small of my back. The only lubrication as he fucked in and out of me was the little bit of precum that moistened the head of his cock.

Soon, a little pussy juice formed, I guess as a defense to the penetrating cock. He rammed his cock in and out of my pussy harder and harder. It seemed like only a couple moments since he had fallen forward, the weight of his body forcing me into the bed, that his hands clasped hard at my hips pulling me up to meets his thrusts. I tried to tilt my head forward from it's awkward position to see his face but couldn't.

I felt his hands go under my ass and his fingers rip into my ass cheeks. His body stiffened as he filled me with his hot cum. I could feel the contractions of his cock as he shot his load deep inside of me.

He pulled off of me. I could feel the dripping, gooey cum on my thighs and stomach as he stood up. At least it was over. My whole body ached. My shoulders were sore from being pulled behind me, my neck strained from the uncomfortable position it was still in, the metal cuffs felt like knives cutting into my back, my arms felt twisted and the blood from laying on them had been cut off to the point I felt some numbness mixed with the pain.

I could sense Dr. Phillips move away from the bed, to get dressed I had guessed. I waited for him to release me. I knew I wouldn't be able to say anything about what had happened. I doubted anyone would believe me. A young nurse and respected doctor. They would believe him. If I complained, it would probably cost me my job.

Time was moving slowly. I still couldn't see him, nor I could hear him. All of sudden I felt his big hand come crashing down on my bare ass with a resounding heavy slap. Swat after swat slammed my ass with a heavy thud each time.

I tried to scream out in pain but the only evidence of what I felt came from the corners of my eyes in the form of tears that ran back into my hair and the fire engine red color of my flaming ass.

Dr. Phillips released my ankles from the bar. For the first time I could move my legs again, but they felt heavy and wouldn't respond. Rolling me over on my stomach, I felt him releasing the handcuffs from my wrists.

The numbness started to leave as the blood rushed back into my arms, but just as quickly, a pain shot through my arms and shoulders as it did. I twisted my neck in a back and forth half-circular motion trying to loosen the crampy feeling.

I thought I was finally free and the ordeal was over. However, no sooner were my hands released from behind my back that he grabbed them again and fastened the cuffs, and my wrists with them, to the head of the bed. Now I was lying on my stomach. I pulled at the headboard trying to free myself. The cuffs were just tight enough they cut into my wrists the harder the harder I struggled.

He moved the bar back up and my ankles were once again trapped. The pillow and blankets that had been under my ass earlier were now shoved under my stomach. I was now on my hands and knees and literally stuck in that position. I could feel the bar spreading my ass and pussy wide open giving him a clear view and full access from behind me.

There was a little room on the bed in front of me, but for now, I just stared blankly at the bars of the headboard, the white wall and those damn handcuffs locking my wrists to the metal headboard were visible and etched in my mind.

Dr. Phillips sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers dipped into my pussy, wet from his fuck juice still inside. His finger moved in and out and my hips started to move slightly. I couldn't believe my body's response. Mentally, I hated what was happening. Physically, it felt good.

So many times I had been the one in control and enjoyed it and now it was me on the receiving end and there was something titillating about it. Still, unable to move, and not having the freedom to do so, was emotionally devastating.

I could feel his body start to move on the bed. His fingers kept moving in and out of my pussy. I could feel his hot breath by the side of my face. "If you promise not to scream out, I'll take the ball gag out of your mouth," I heard him say. I nodded my head up and down. I would have promised anything to get that thing out of my mouth at that point, anything in the world.

"I don't believe you, Dawn," he said. There was a cool, mechanical tone to his voice.

My head moved up and down more quickly. I wanted to tell him he could trust me, but couldn't verbalize the words. I tried, I really tried, but nothing but whimpering sounds escaped through the gag forcing my mouth open and filling it. I knew my face had to have a grotesque look to it.

His hand swung down several more times on my ass. With each blow, not a slapping sound, but that same dull thud as before. It didn't even sting when his hand struck. My body tried to thrash around as each blow sent a shot of pain through it, but I was unable to move being bound by the cuffs and bar.

His mouth moved down by my ear. "Okay, now can we release it?"

I didn't know what to do this time. The last time I shook my head affirmatively brought the wrath of his hand reigning down on my bare ass. Still, I couldn't indicate the contrary. Again, tears were streaming from my wide-open eyes.

I shook my head again. This time I could feel his hands on the back of my head and the straps being released. My mouth had been forced open for so long and the ball pulled so far into my mouth I couldn't expel it. He grabbed the ball and pulled letting it fall to the bed.

"Remember, any noise and it goes back in!" I heard him say. This time his voice sounded threatening. I didn't know how to respond. I started to answer, but thought it best not to say a word and just shook my head in agreement. "Good. good girl!" he laughed sadistically.

Turning my head to the left I watched Dr. Phillips, now with his white coat on, walk toward the door. I could hear his voice out in the hall. I strained to hear him, but couldn't make out what he was saying. He walked back in followed by the two carpenters.

"Time to finish your exam, Dawn," I heard him say as he looked at the two men. "I brought a couple assistants to help with an examination of your rectal vault and your tonsils." Talking now to the men, he asked them if they understood. I understood, but there seemed to be a blank look on their faces and cold silence. Both of them stood shaking their heads.

"You dumb fuckers!" he yelled at them. "It means one of you is going to fuck her ass and the other is going to fuck her mouth! Is it really that tough to figure out!"

One man started immediately unzipping his pants, the other seemed reluctant telling his co-worker, "C'mon, man, I don't think this is a good idea, not at all."

"What are you, fucking nuts? We got us a doctor here as a witness nothing happened when we're done. Just do the bitch, but I get her mouth!"

I turned my head further to the side. I could see in his eyes he didn't want any part of it but his friend and the doctor egged him on challenging his manhood. Succumbing to their taunts, he slowly unbuckled the tool belt, then his belt and unzipped his pants.

As soon as I heard the zipper my heart sank. Yet, the funny thing was, they didn't have to have me cuffed to the bed. Under other circumstances I would have done it on my own. Still, having no control over what happened I couldn't be blamed and certainly couldn't blame myself for what was about to happen.

The man wanting his cock sucked kneeled on the bed in front of me, his cock pointing out toward my face. I was afraid, but his cock looked enticing. I pulled my hands instinctively toward it only to reminded of the handcuffs as they dug into my wrists.

I could feel the other man get on the bed behind me. His fingers went into my pussy. I was still wet from the cum lingering inside and my own juices starting to fill the little hole. "What the fuck are you doing?" I heard Dr. Phillips ask him.

"Just trying to get lubed up."

"Just fuck her ass. Clean it out real good!" The man removed his fingers from my pussy and I could feel his cock, only semi-hard, press against my asshole.

The man in front of me grabbed the top of my head with both hands and pulled it down to the top of his cock. He wasn't feeling uneasy about the scene being played out. His cock was hard. I had seen the thick veins running up and around the shaft of his cock and had noticed how much wider the head was than the shaft.

He pushed my face down further until my lips touched the giant head. I could feel the cock behind me start to stiffen as it pushed on my ass finding it's target. With a tentative, light push at first, he drove it in pushing my body forward and forcing the cock just inside my mouth deeper into my mouth.

From behind me, I could feel the man's hands grasp my buttocks. My ass cheeks being fully spread by the spreader bar, his cock moved easily into my ass and it didn't really hurt all that much at all. As he thrust in and out of me I found the invading cock exciting. There was something about having no control over the situation that continued to excite me. It certainly wasn't rape, more a rape fantasy I was taking part in.

I pushed by ass back toward him to take his cock deep in my asshole. Despite being spread so wide apart, the fullness of his cock inside me now felt intense. My moans from the ass fucking could be heard gurgling out over the cock throwing itself in and out of my mouth.

My mouth open, but not able to use my hands, I'm sure it frustrated to him I wasn't able to do anyting back. He tried to push harder and faster, but kneeling, he was unable to do it. Grabbing my head tighter and pulling on my long hair, he forced my head up and down making me fuck his mouth. When my head went down and his cock buried itself deep in my throat I would almost gag, but he didn't give me a chance. He fucked my head up and down so fast there was no time to gag.

His cock slammed deep in my throat one moment and then the head was quickly back to my lips the next only to be slammed down my throat again. I closed my mouth tightly over the shaft and lightly let my teeth scrape against the shaft of his cock.

The man fucking my ass picked up the pace. Dr. Phillips moved over to the side of the bed to watch the oral and anal fucking. I could feel his fingers rub at my inflamed clit. He wasn't gentle about it, but I could feel waves of heat engulfing my body from the triple assault of my mouth, ass and pussy.

My ass was driving into the pubic area of the man behind me. The doctor's probing fingers continued to poke and play with my clit and my mouth tried hard to accommodate the hard cock fucking in and out of it. I was on the verge of cresting to an orgasm. I tried to hold back but it was too late.

My pussy clasped the invading finger and my ass clamped down over the hard cock fucking in and out of it at a blazing speed. My mouth tightened on the hard cock ripping in and out of my mouth.

Spasms cut through my stomach as my orgasm launched through my body starting in my pussy and moving up and down my body in both directions. I could feel the man behind me stiffen his body and knew he was filling my ass with his hot cum.

My moans were drowned out by his groans. All of a sudden I felt the man in front of me shove my head down and hold it there. His cock was throbbing in my mouth now and the spurts of his cum filled my mouth, choking me.

The man behind me pulled out of my ass with a popping sound. The cock in my mouth started to soften. I heard Dr. Phillips tell them to get up off the bed. I felt my ankles being released and next the handcuffs came off. He pulled the pillow and blankets that had been pushing into my stomach away, letting me roll over on my back.

I looked up at Dr. Phillips. There was a smile on his face. The two men stood, one grinning and the other looking solemn. "So, is this better than an office exam?" the doctor asked me.

"Yes," I said, my voice now a raspy whisper of lust.

"Good, because I don't think we're done yet!" There was that impish grin of his again. "Hold your hands out for me, Dawn." I moved them straight up in the air and saw the cuffs being clamped on my wrists again. My ankles were again secured to the bar.

Addressing the carpenters, he handed one of them the keys. "Anybody else working on the floor tonight with you guys?" he asked.

"A couple more were on break earlier, they should be back by now."

"Go get them. She's yours for the rest of the night. When you're gone, let her go, give her an old t-shirt to wear and get her out of here down the back elevator. Dawn, I'll see you in my office as scheduled!"

Dr. Phillips walked out of the room with one of the men. The remaining man pulled on my tits with his hands. The one that had left returned shortly with two other men. They had a shocked look on their face at first but wasted no time stripping down. Hands were poking and prodding at my pussy and ass. One man was still pawing at my tits. Another man had his cock out and pushed it over toward my mouth.

"It's gonna be a long night, sweetie!" I heard one of them say.