Tales from the Asylum - File #3B (Patreon)

Saya entered the room and was greeted by the pitiful noises of a patient. The man was strapped into a straitjacket and could not move at all, his cock tightly constrained in a latex harness. Sienna, the director’s assistant, was laying in front of him. She had been spending more and more time down here and had even added a mattress and her work notebook to the otherwise barren treatment room. For days, Sienna had been taking extra good care of this unnamed man and today was no exception. She was gently moving a vibrator up and down his twitching shaft. The noises got louder as the vibrator reached the sensitive part on the head of his penis. The poor thing began spasming, the man's eyes rolled back in his head, when Sienna pulled the wand away. His balls were tightening, his cock thrashing in its bondage, and after a terrible long time a single thick rope of cum was forced out of the cock head. It slowly ran down the shaft and dribbled down into a glass on the floor. Saya had seen this dozens of times: the man had just had the worst kind of ruined orgasm imaginable, so close he actually got to shoot that first heap of cum before his cramping cock betrayed him and stopped. The medication the patient was obviously fed through his gag effectively prevented any chance of coming anyway, the cock bondage and Sienna pulling away were just an additional torment. And the mass of cum already in the glass told Saya this had been going on for hours, probably. While the patient screamed in frustration, Sienna stood up and turned to Saya.

“How can I help you?”, she said, like there wasn’t a man desperately thrashing behind her. “I was looking for Mr. Mitchel”, Saya replied, “But he appears to be out of town. I take it he left you in command here?” Sienna simply nodded. She obviously did not want to waste any time with chatting, so Saya just continued. “Well, it’s about one of our clients, Miss Sarah McMillan. It appears she is not really who we were made to believe she is. Her twin sister switched places with her, so we now have the wrong person incarcerated against her will…” She paused for a second and tried to interpret Sienna’s facial expressions. “I don’t need to tell you what it means for the whole institution when that goes public, right?” This time, Saya nodded. For a brief moment, she locked eyes with the sobbing patient behind her boss. He stared at her pleadingly, mumbling unintelligibly into his gag. Something about him seemed… familiar. “Who knows of this?”, Sienna interrupted her thoughts. “Um, aside from you and me, it’s obviously the inmate who’s actually our client and her boyfriend who got committed as well. Funny story, the other sister is quite the vengeful type!” Sienna smiled. “So she’s the only one knowing who’s not either working for us or is in our care at the moment. I think that should change if we want this little accident to stay secret. I doubt the real Miss McMillan will apply here for a position as nurse. So…” Saya knew what she was implying.

“Take your most trusted nurses and assure Miss McMillan’s silence”, Sienna said and turned back to her patient. “If you’d excuse me now, my client here has a few more glasses to fill and I’d like to make sure he keeps his quota!”