7 comments/ 55123 views/ 37 favorites A Bad Shift By: scotjock1 (This is a piece of fictional work, and is not a representation of real events but pure imagination and fantasy. Warning, this story includes scenes of forced sex, and non-consentual sex. I do not condone forced sex, or non-consentual sex in any way and trust those who read these sorts of stories, can tell fantasy from reality and know what is right, and what is wrong. This is just a fantasy, and nothing more. Please enjoy.) Keisha Henricks was on the night shift at the local hospital, she loved her job but she hated what was known as the 'Graveyard' shift since all they got were either dead bodies, coming into the hospital or drunks and druggies who had injured themselves in the early hours of the morning. Keisha was a nurse, and she loved helping people. It was what got her through nursing school, and eventually becoming a qualified nurse. A few years later after more studying, she became a Cardiac Nurse with more responsibilities and training. She was a beautiful ebony woman, complemented on her curvaceous body and stunning smile, that made most men yearn for her. But she was never interested in dating doctors or male nurses she would have to work with day in, and day out. So she was known as frigid around the hospital, most of her male colleagues would try desperately to charm her or ask her out, but all she would reject. It made working in hospital difficult for her, as she tried to not dress in a provocative way to make men notice her. But her body made that almost impossible to do, since wearing the regulation white nursing uniform she wore with white pantyhose or stockings which she wore sometimes, would showcase her curves. She even tried to wear normal underwear and bras to work, nothing to provoke reactions from men if a peek of her bra was seen by a male nurse or doctor. Tonight, the clock showed it was almost 12:30am and the shift had been dead, and dull since about 10pm. Keisha had only three and a half hours remaining of her shift, until she could go home and rest her aching body being on her feet all night already. All she wanted to do was take her break, and go to the staff room and rest her feet for thirty minutes before going back to work. As she approached the door to the staff break room, she pulled out her electronic key or fob to access the door and pressed it to the scanner. The door buzzed open, and she pushed it open and entered. It was empty, and dimly lit. She could see the frayed, redundant couch that the hospital hadn't thought to replace yet, and the LCD flat-screen television on the wall that was on mute, and what looked to be the local news repeating it's stories. What surprised Keisha was this was usually a busy time for the break room to be occupied, since most staff, at least half of the hospital took their breaks at this time in the shift. Either way Keisha didn't care, the room being empty was a bonus for her so she could be herself alone. Crossing the room she entered the en-suite kitchen, to make herself some instant Coffee and poured it into a foam cup, and went over to the vending machine. There she put in two dollars in coins, and pressed dials to get a packet of chicken flavoured chips, and a Three Musketeers bar, to eat. She went over to the couch, and sat down enjoying the feel of solid seating under her. Breaking open the bag of chips, she ate at a personal pace and drank her Coffee. Time passed slowly, as the news continued to repeat it's stories as Keisha began to feel light-headed, more so than regular fatigue would make her experience. She looked at the Coffee in her hand, with just a tiny bit of the clear black liquid inside. She saw specks of white powder, floating in the Coffee. "What the fuck?" Her voice was hoarse, and groggy as she wondered what the hell was in the Coffee pot in the kitchen, and what she had been drinking. She began to feel like her whole body was going limp, and barely able to lift her hands any higher she dropped the cup to the carpet floor, but some of it landed on her tights staining them brown. Keisha struggled to her feet, but was unable to sit up and fell back on her side on the couch. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the silhouette of a person stepping into the break room, and he was dressed all in black clothing. "Who the fuck are you?" But the person, now clearly a man even in her burred vision was not inclined to answer her. The man was not saying a single word, but he was doing something. She felt her hands being taken into his grip, and bound with what felt like nylon material, until they were tightly bound. She tried to move her hands, but they weren't moving and she let them drop above her head onto the arm of the couch. Her mysterious attacker, was none other than one of her colleagues but she couldn't verify that and it was never on her mind. She was too groggy, and light-headed to try and make sense of any of this. He gently, lifted her thick, firm legs off the carpet floor and spread them wide apart until her heels were draped across the couch. She was wearing run-of-the-mill heels, white in colour but nothing extravagant; they were the usual attire of female nurses in the hospital. Her attacker wasn't forceful, at least not yet. He was almost going out of his way to be gentle, soft and caring to her as he slipped her heels off until her nylon-clad toes slid along the couch cushions. "Please don't." But the man wasn't listening, as he first, began to massage her nylon clad ankles and ran his fingers up along her legs, gently feeling how firm her legs were. "I've wanted to do this to you, for so long Keisha." His voice sounded familiar, but in her current state she couldn't place the man's identity. The man's hands were slowly moving higher and higher, to the hem of her regulation skirt and Keisha was too drugged, to fight him as he spread her legs more firmly apart until the skirt was pulled tightly around her thighs. Her uniform was a one piece in design, regulation skirt and top connected together with the buttons running down the front of it, from the collar down to the hem of the skirt. The man began to unbutton her uniform from the hem of her skirt, slowly upwards opening it. Keisha tried to smack his hands away, but was barely able to lift her own hands up an inch from the couch. Eventually the buttons were undone just below her chest, and her attacker was now seeing her dark, brown skin contrast with the simple, white tights she wore. Even through them, he could make out that she was wearing black silk panties, but nothing sexual in design. More buttons came undone, all the way up to her collar and he parted the uniform wide open to expose her. The cold air of the room was tingling at her dark skin, as she even in her drugged state knew her bra, and panties were on show to this man. "You are one sexy bitch, Keisha. I always knew you were hiding a great body, under your uniform." His voice tingled at her mind, she knew she knew this man but didn't know who he was exactly. She felt warm breath on her neck, he was leaning in close to her as he began to kiss her brown skin, around her neck and exposed collar bone. There was a sickening sweet scent from the man, he smelled of sweet after-shave he had put on meaning he definitely worked here, but the obvious proof of that was how he gained access to the room to begin with. The kisses were tender, before becoming passionate like he was sucking her skin dry of her moistness, leaving small marks similar to Hickeys. His hands were holding Keisha by her thick, womanly hips as he moved up from her collar and began to kiss her parted mouth, forcing his sweet tasting tongue inside. He held her head firmly, his fingers running through her thick brown hair, and held her in place as he pressed his hard-on against her crotch, still wearing his trousers. She gasped, even in her drugged state her body was still capable of responding to sexual triggers like that. There was movement, she felt herself being pulled up in a sitting position against the arm of the chair, but her head hung back almost touching the furniture. She could hear movement, and no longer feel him on top of her. She thought perhaps he was leaving her alone, and had left but she felt her head being positioned at a certain angle for some unknown reason. Her head was hung backwards, so her mouth was almost pointing to the wall behind her. Warm hands clasped her by the sides of her head, fingers tangling around her ears. What was he doing? What could he possibly want her head in this position for, but she didn't have to keep thinking about it as she felt a bulge wrapped around cotton press against her cheek. It was big, like the end of a baseball bat was pressed against her warm cheek. He was poking her, as if teasing her with his cock still inside his trousers. The bulge poked her cheek, until it crossed her face to poke her jaw and then her open mouth. It was more of a statement her attacker was proving, he didn't need to be naked just yet to do things to her. He could do a lot, just with his clothes still on. He proved that as she felt her lips part around the enormous end of the bulge push inside her mouth. The cotton of his trousers made Keisha cough, feeling the material sticking to the inside of her mouth. Whoever this man was, he was well endowed even with trousers on. After a few more prods, and pokes into her mouth he pulled back and she heard the distinct sound of a belt being undone, and she knew he was no longer satisfied with using his bulge on her mouth. He wanted to go the whole nine yards with her, and bury his big cock down her throat as much as she could assume. The thought scared her, Keisha had been single for almost three years now and her last boyfriend David was a brute, forcing his long but thin cock down her throat making her wretch, gag and almost vomit. Since him the thought of giving a man oral pleasure, terrified her as well as sickened her. But she knew trying to convince her rapist to stop, and not do that to her was unlikely to happen. Her eyes were no longer so blurred, but the effect of the drug still numbed and paralysed her body slightly, but with her head angled back she was looking at thick, muscular hands undoing a thick belt. The bulge was huge, scary even below the unbuckling belt. It soon came undone, and it's wearer threw it open, as he began to undo a button on the crotch of his trousers, then the zip came down. It came down at an agonizing speed, as if tormenting Keisha intentionally with the fear coming on in her mind. The trousers couldn't contain whatever monster was inside them, and as the zip came down fully the thick cock inside a pair of black boxers came into her sight. The man was white, seeing his thighs and now seeing his hands were also white. Her rapist was a white man, who worked at the hospital and had access to areas of the building like her. That meant he could have been any of the men who lusted after her, pestered her for a date, but finally no longer waiting for her decided to act on his lust-filled impulses. She wanted to scream, but even her voice was paralysed by the drug and she could only just moan in terms of responses. "Shhh honey, save your strength. We've got a long time to go, before we're done. I don't want you to hurt your voice, now be still. I don't want to hurt you, I never would but I need you to taste me." She tried to lick her lips, to maybe utter a word but she couldn't even lift her tongue to do that. But doing that could maybe force his hand quicker, and she could end up provoking him to shoving his cock down her throat. "Honey, I said save your strength." She managed to blink, looking up she noticed he now had his trousers down and was pulling down the front of his boxers. "See this, this beauty is going in all your holes Keisha. Every single, sweet, wet, tight hole you have and you're going to take it. Because you're helpless to stop me, I've put enough of that drug into your Coffee to knock out a Buffalo if I wanted to. But I was careful, I measured out just enough to not knock you out but to make your body limp, and too heavy to even lift. Meaning I am in control of your body, I put it in whatever position I want to take you in tonight. I can make you suck my big cock, or plug your ass with it, or fuck you raw in your cunt. Either way, you can't stop me. See I am quite a big man, and I've dated a few nurses in here but none of them would ever let me put the whole thing in your mouth, or their ass. But you Keisha, I have dreamt of for so many years since you started here. Now tonight, you can't fight me or stop me taking your cherished holes." Keisha couldn't speak, or move but she could cry and she began to weep as she looked up at the thick, coiled up cock within his thin boxers. She could make out it's shape, it's size and knew that he was a large man and no one she had ever dated was his size. Slowly he pushed down his boxers, and the head of his thick snake came into view. It was massive, the head alone was the size of the thick end of a baseball bat. Following it's length, as more of his boxers came down she saw there was almost no end to it's length or girth. Eventually it ended, but even she could count and it looked to be at least nine or ten inches long, with a girth of at least two or three inches. It was a darker colour to the rest of his body, with hair around his sac and along the beginning of his shaft it was clear he didn't shave his pubic hair. "Hush now honey, resisting isn't going to make this end." Keisha began to cry again as he took hold of his monster cock by the shaft, and shuffled forwards until the cock-head dropped onto her nose, and she smelled the foul smell of sweat and semen wafting off of his manhood. His cock-head covered both her nostrils, so she couldn't get away from the foul smell. "No-no please." It was so faint, she assumed he never heard her but he had. To him it was also like a wheezing moan, but he just smiled and pressed his bulbous, cock-head to her lips and holding her head began to force it past her lips and teeth into her mouth obscenely widening her mouth to accept it. He was so big, she was screaming in her head begging for him to stop, but as more of his cock entered her mouth she knew there was no one to answer her calls. Eventually he had a quarter of his cock in her mouth, and her jaw was hurting. Holding her head, gently touching her ears he held her in place as he pushed slowly forcing open her throat. The discomfort was immense, as if a pipe that should never be force open by pressure was opening, and it was never designed for that. "Don't fight it, come on open your throat." His words made her both angry, and terrified. More pushing, as her throat opened up she felt she couldn't breath and he was being more forceful now, ramming his cock down her throat until she retched and gagged as his cock-head entered her throat fully. She wanted to thrash, shake, try to push him off of her but her body was still and limp. He was pushing in and out now, fucking her throat as she gagged and wheezed. Eventually taking pity on her, he pulled his cock from her mouth. She was able to breath again, and he let her recuperate. "Oh honey, I'm sorry I was too rough. I know I'm too big for your mouth, we'll take a break on that. Let's get down to really enjoying ourselves." He moved around away from her head, to her legs and she was able to see him push her limp legs up, and press her knees to her shoulders almost. In this position, she knew he was getting a good ogle of her ass in the tights, and was enjoying his time as he palmed and groped her ass. She knew she had a big ass, that was one of the qualities most men admired and lusted after in her. Her attacker was being attentive, slow even as he played with each cheek in turn, squeezing and groping it through the nylon material. He then shocked Keisha, as he mounted the couch with her still with her knees pressed to her shoulders, he pressed his entire face into the gusset of her tights, and began to sniff and lick at her pussy through the thin material. "I've wondered how you've tasted, even smelled Keisha. God you taste good, I need to fucking lick your pussy." Without warning her, as if he would have even bothered he tore the gusset of her tights open without mercy until the front of her silk, black panties showed through the tear of the nylon. He was quick, almost like lightning as he dived in and yanked the crotch of her basic panties aside to see her pussy, she never shaved her pussy so there was a slight bush around it. He didn't care, her attacker dived in nevertheless and began to lap, lick and suck at her womanhood. Again, Keisha may have been unable to move or really speak, but her body was still able to respond to sexual stimuli. That meant a man going down on a woman, which almost every woman in the world appreciates was going to make Keisha go insane. Her body was hot, she was panting and wheezing as he licked at her juices, which were gushing since her body was horny for this man, but not her mind. He was forcing her legs up, until her knees were now actually touching her shoulders as he dive bombed her with his mouth and tongue. His thick, monster cock was fully erect dangling between his legs as he went down on Keisha. She hoped this monster would be content with eating her pussy out, and to leave but she knew he wanted to stick her with his own monster. A time passed, Keisha couldn't be sure if she came once or twice but she felt her juices dripping down her legs onto the couch, and she knew she had at least came once, since she was hot to the touch. He let go of her legs, stepping back admiring his work and knowing the drug was in full effect, undid the nylon tights he bound her wrists with. Her hands hung limp where they were left, not moving. "I think the time for foreplay is over, Keisha." He pulled her thick legs towards him by her ankles until she was on her back fully on the couch and spread them wide, as he shuffled between them positioning his cock at her hairy pussy. Three years without a man's touch, a man's cock inside her and here she was victim to a monster, and his monster cock. Had she known the sexual appetite of this man, knowing his identity in the hospital she would have actually considered going out on a date with him but he had taken it upon himself to take what he wanted from her. Now she was helpless, as she felt him feed his thick, cock into her pussy. He was so thick, and big she was gasping and wincing as she felt him reach as far as her womb, prodding her there. "I know baby, don't worry it'll get easier in time. Once you get used to it tonight, we'll have more fun in the future." The future? Keisha was terrified, this man was actually contemplating on having her again, and again in the coming weeks or days even. How could he even think that? He was raping her, and he actually thought she was going to give into him the next time he came around for more, maybe even without hiding his identity. He only managed to get about three quarters of his cock inside her, before he had to ram the rest in; opening new ground inside her, going places no man had gone before. Inside her fully, poking her womb he slowly began to thrust into her fucking her making her entire body bounce, shake and convulse as he ravaged her. He hadn't really undressed her of all of her clothes, he hadn't' even see her breasts fully naked yet he was buried inside her. Catching onto the missed opportunity, he pulled the bra up over her breasts until they flopped out and hung there. Keisha was not even forty yet, barely hitting thirty five and she had so very firm breasts, even if they sagged slightly. A Bad Shift He played with them as he fucked her, sucking on her entire nipples and gentle nibbling on them as he worked his cock in and out of her. The problem with her attacker, was that he wasn't content in cumming inside Keisha's pussy and then leaving. He wanted all three of her holes, meaning this was going to get ugly for her when he tried to enter her ass. But knowing better now, than later he pulled out of her gaping, wide-open cunt. He was breathing hard, letting his own orgasm drop so he was able to operate without the fear of cumming too soon. He tore the rest of her tights open, around her whole ass until the cheeks were exposed to him. 'Oh no, he wouldn't! Not with a thing that size, he wouldn't attempt that. Would he? He'll kill me, if he tries to fuck me in the ass with that god-damn monster.' She couldn't say it coherently, but that was what was running through her mind as she felt him palm and rub her bare buttocks. He needed her in the right position, one where she was at least comfortable enough in terms of positioning once he entered her. He picked up one of the pillows that usually decorated the couch, it was small and he turned Keisha over onto her stomach and laid her onto the pillow to prop her ass high in the air for him. He had come prepared, pulling a bottle from his trousers, still around his knees. It was a bottle of KY jelly, brand-new bought from a Pharmacy. He squirted the cold jelly first into his hands, lathering his palms he took his cock in hand and lubricated every inch of it, from sternum to cock-head he was lubricated. Turning the bottle of KY jelly, he aimed it down at Keisha's propped up ass and squirted a generous amount onto her cheeks, and between them onto her hairy cunt and puckered anus. The cold jelly hitting her sexual orifices, and even her buttocks made her squirm in discomfort. "I am so sorry honey, I won't lie and pretend this will not hurt because I know it will. I will try and be gentle, it's why I came with the jelly, to lubricate us both enough that maybe it's not as painful as it could be if you were dry." His sick, morbid attempt at consoling her made her want to scream at him if she was able to. Why bother fighting him? He was right, the drug was too potent and had made her limp and unable to even move so why fight? She lay there, waiting for the inevitable monster to annihilate her almost virgin anus. He used his hands, to massage and rub the jelly into the cheeks first, and then spreading her ass cheeks wide apart in an obscene manner he rubbed the rest of the liquid into her cunt, and anus. He took some of the jelly onto his index finger, and began to press it against her anus and felt her wince and cringe as he forced his finger inside her ass hole. He needed to widen, and open her sexy Ebony ass in order to even get the head of his cock inside it. Sliding the finger fully inside, down to his knuckle he flexed it and eventually added two more fingers and he could hear her crying, and weeping into the couch cushion as he stood back, and saw she was gaping somewhat. A small enough hole, to get the tip of his cock in and work from there. No point trying to speak, it would only come out as a moan or a wheezing sentence. Slowly she felt him, press his meaty baseball bat against her small, almost non-existent brown, puckered ass hole. He held her hips firmly, as he nestled the tip of his cock into the small opening her had made, and took a deep breath. He knew he was going to hurt her, but he needed to take her in every formidable way he could. To break a horse in, and Keisha was his horse and he was her rider from today onwards. But he was careful, not to break a horse's back. He had to get inside her ass, but if it hurt her too much or it was all too much for her, he was content in cumming inside her at least. "OK, here we go." He began to push, and at first he got nowhere. It was like trying to push a pen through a small hole, that better suited a needle. Slowly he began to try again, twisted and turning his hips as he pushed into her. Slowly, like a rusty, stubborn gate being pushed on by enough force that small anus he had widened enough began to widen even more until his entire cock-head was inside her. The look on Keisha's face, had he seen her would have shown him how uncomfortable it was for her, she was wheezing and moaning attempting to scream but it was no use. "Nearly in, here we go." Pulling on her hips more, he began to work his cock into her. But it wasn't inch by inch, it was half an inch at a time as his monster entered a place of her body, it was never meant to go. For a smaller man, it would have been maybe acceptable but not for what he was putting inside her. She lay there, as his entire cock almost filled her until her anus was gaping so wide it was about the size of the bottom of a water bottle. "Stop, please stop." It was a wheezing moan. The time passed, and she could feel him finally inside her. His monster fully inside her, she felt as if a metal rod or pipe was shoved inside her and she was impaled on a meat stick. He sensed he was going no further than this, he had broken her in, more than that she was subdued. Slowly to not hurt her or cause any more discomfort, he held onto her hips as he slowly began to fuck her butt, slowly thrusting in and out of her as nimbly as he could. It was a miracle he had lasted this long, so he was content as with how tight she was around him and the puckered anus he had widened to the size of his monster cock, he was happy to explode inside her. He slowed his thrusts, grunting louder as he felt his balls were on fire. "I can't hold on any longer." Keisha no longer cared, she wanted to go home and sleep, rest, even bath the stench of this assault on her body off of her skin. It came, a bubbling of frothy, warm seed that filled her anal cavity and blew back outwards down his big cock, and onto the sheets and their bodies. He had broken in his horse, and she was subdued like a tamed mule. He stood, holding his cock that was now flaccid but still big. He dressed, and prepared to leave but knew he couldn't leave Keisha like this. He had come with a cure strong enough, to reverse the effect of the drug her had used on her to subdue her body. He took it out and injected it into her with a needle, owing more fact to the idea he was either a doctor or a male nurse at the hospital. "In a few minutes, the drug I used on you will wear off and you'll be able to move again. The next time, I won't be using any drug on you Keisha. The next time, you'll know who I am." And that was it, he was gone and she was alone in the break room with semen dripping out of her ass, and covered in sweat and her own juices. She slowly felt sensations in her body return, and was able to move again. Collecting her torn clothes, she knew she had to shower and dress in another clean uniform she kept in her locker in the changing rooms. She ran, from corridor to corridor almost naked watching for her colleagues hoping no one saw her like this. With her gaping ass hole dripping cum onto the tile floors, and all her orifices aching from the forced violations on them, Keisha was a mess. Eventually she made it to the showers, and washed before returning to her duties for the rest of her shift that night. She could cry, and weep once she was home away from her colleagues and her attacker who's identity she still did not know. A bad shift, was an understatement for Keisha that night. (All comments, and feedback is appreciated so please leave anything that's on your mind about the story.)