Threesome
In the stillness of late night, the curtain rises on a bustling hospital, where the dedicated Dr. Marshall is wrapping up her rounds. The emergency room doors swing open as she strides through, her determined footsteps echoing down the hallway. Beside her, a weary resident named Bill struggles to match her pace, his 48-hour shift etched into the dark circles beneath his eyes. Dr. Marshall, however, is no stranger to this life; she expects nothing less than unwavering commitment from her residents. As they approach the final patient rooms, Dr. Marshall pauses briefly, allowing Bill to catch up before she softly knocks and enters. Inside, two recovery beds hold patients in various states of disarray. The first, a grumbling man, receives Dr. Marshall's immediate attention. Meanwhile, Bill's gaze drifts to the second bed, where a young woman lies, her body encased in medical supports—a fracture boot, a sling, and a neck brace. There's an innocence about her that captivates him, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the hospital. Suddenly, the overhead speaker crackles to life, summoning Dr. Marshall back to the emergency room. She hands her clipboard to Bill, instructing him to finish the rounds alone. With a deep breath, Bill turns back to the young woman, his eyes tracing the contours of her petite frame beneath the loose hospital gown. He steps closer, his heart pounding as he reaches out to adjust her pillow. The girl stirs, her eyes fluttering open. "What time is it?" she asks, her voice soft and innocent. Bill swallows hard, composing himself before answering. He's here to check on her, he explains, as she tries to sit up. He rushes to assist, moving the bed upright and adjusting her pillows. She introduces herself as Rebecca, sharing her story of a car accident caused by her careless boyfriend. Bill listens, his mind racing as he checks her vitals, his curiosity piqued by this young, vulnerable patient. His eyes land on a bath kit nearby. An idea begins to form, a chance to get closer, to explore his fascination. He walks over to the first bed, confirming the patient is asleep, before closing the door. Turning back to Rebecca, he asks her to undress. He's supposed to give her a bed bath, he explains, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him. Rebecca hesitates, questioning why a doctor is performing this task. Bill thinks quickly, spinning a tale of being a new, hands-on doctor. He offers to fetch a nurse if it would make her more comfortable, but he'd rather ensure she receives the proper care himself. Rebecca studies him, her eyes searching for sincerity. Bill wipes his brow, maintaining his professional demeanor. Convinced, Rebecca asks for his help to undress. Slowly, Bill removes her sling, revealing a bandaged wrist. He undoes the back of her gown, helping her slip it off. She uses it to cover her front as he carefully removes her boot, placing her bruised foot on a pillow. Bill walks over to the bath kit, his movements deliberate, almost ritualistic. He fills the tub with distilled water and brings it to Rebecca's bedside. He puts on gloves, dampens a washcloth, and places it over her eyes. This is unusual, Rebecca notes. Bill leans in, his voice low and soothing, explaining that it's to help her relax, to block out the other patient's presence. As they chat about her hospital stay and her absent boyfriend, Bill begins to wash her. He takes his time, his gloved hands tracing the curves of her body. He starts at her head, working his way down, each touch lingering just a moment too long. Beneath his scrubs, he feels a growing excitement, a hunger that he can't ignore. He discreetly removes one glove, his hand slipping beneath his waistband. He asks permission to spread her legs, to clean her genital area. Rebecca hesitates before agreeing, her voice barely a whisper. Bill's breath quickens as he opens her legs, revealing her most intimate place. He starts to wipe around her, his fingers grazing her skin. Rebecca twitches at the cold touch, making a nervous joke about the lack of action in her life. Bill laughs, his voice tight as he struggles to maintain his composure. He asks about her boyfriend, why she stays with him. Rebecca shares her insecurities, her hopes for marriage. Bill nods, only half-listening as he removes his other glove. He tells her he needs to check inside her, his voice barely concealing his excitement. Rebecca hesitates before agreeing, her trust in him growing with each passing moment. Bill slips his fingers inside her, his other hand stroking his erection. He wiggles his fingers, exploring her depths as he spins a tale about checking for sores or infections. He pulls out, tucking himself back into his scrubs just as Rebecca pulls the towel off her face. She looks at him, her eyes filled with concern as she asks what's wrong. Bill composes himself, his voice steady as he explains that he felt an abnormality. He uses medical jargon, painting a picture of potential internal injuries. Rebecca looks panicked, her eyes wide with fear. Bill wipes his brow, doing his best to calm her. He recommends a vaginal probe, explaining that it will allow him to properly investigate her cervix. Rebecca nods, agreeing to the procedure. Bill guides her back down on the bed, assuring her that it will be quick and quiet. She asks if it will hurt, her voice filled with worry. Bill explains that he'll use his own body to minimize the pain, that it won't be much different from what she's experienced with her boyfriend. He asks her to relax, to let him do his job. What follows is a dance of deception, a performance of power and control. Bill guides Rebecca through various positions, each one carefully chosen to minimize her discomfort while maximizing his pleasure. He fucks her quietly, just out of earshot of the other patient, his body pressed against hers as he whispers words of reassurance. Rebecca follows his lead, her trust in him absolute, her innocence a stark contrast to the act they're engaged in. In the end, Bill pulls out, cumming just outside of her pussy on the bedsheets. Nervous about leaving evidence, he wipes it up, his movements quick and efficient. He tells Rebecca that the final step will be a douche, explaining that it will ensure she's fully flushed out. He squeezes the douche inside her swollen pussy, the water seeping out as she asks if he can now make a proper diagnosis. Wiping her up, Bill tells her that he was able to adjust her cervix into its proper position, that she can rest assured there were no internal injuries. He helps her back into her gown, her boot, and her sling. As he's about to put her neck brace back on, she asks if she can rest without it. Bill smiles, leaving the brace on the bedside. "Get lots of rest, Rebecca," he says, his voice soft as he quietly exits the room. The curtain falls on a scene of betrayal and deceit, a performance of power and control that leaves the audience breathless, their hearts pounding with a mix of awe and curiosity. What will become of Rebecca? Will she ever learn the truth about her late-night encounter with the tired-looking resident? The stage is set for a thrilling tale of innocence lost and trust betrayed, a story that will leave you on the edge of your seat, eager for more.
