I Fingered My Patient in the Psychiatric Ward (MF, Fingering, Non-Consent, Restraints)

Maria Vasquez, 24. She’s been a patient with us for a few months now. She has severe anxiety and depression with a tendency for self-harm evidenced by faint scars along her arms and legs. It’s nearing midmorning. Time for her sedative.

I check the medication out of the lock-up, and go to her room. It leaves her groggy and miserable, but it stops her from tearing apart the ward. I step in. 

She’s on her bed, restraints securing her wrists and ankles. Last night was a rough one. We had to put in her mouth guard so she wouldn’t bite her tongue.

“Hmmph,” is all the noise she can make when she sees me.

“Good morning, Maria,” I say.

In other circumstances, she’d actually be quite lovely. She has a pretty face, but dark circles under the eyes from a lot of sleepless nights. Her thick black hair is in tangles, neglected. There’s a subtle scent of sweat as I step beside the bed. She hasn’t bathed in a couple days.

“Time for your medicine.” I set the vial on the night stand and ready the needle.

“Hmmph!” This one is more frantic, a protestation. I look over and catch her eyes. They’re tired, exhausted even, but beautiful.

“I know you don’t like it, but this is how it has to be,” I’m trying to be kind, but to tell the truth, I’m exhausted myself. We’re already short staffed and I had to cover for two other orderlies who were out sick with the flu.

“Hmmph!” She jolts in the bed, tugging the restraints tight.

“Stop it!” I snap. She continues with her little tantrum. “Stop it, Maria!” I put the needle down and press down on her shoulders firmly. My face is a few inches from hers. Her eyes go wide. She’s never seen me like this before. 

“You don’t want your medicine?”

She slowly shakes her head, still worried by my outburst.

“Then you are going to stay still. And you’re going to stay quiet.”

She gradually nods up and down. 

“You need to relax,” I say again, but I don’t know if it’s for her or for me. I suddenly remember the first time I saw her naked. The doctors were giving her her first physical on the day of her admission. I tried to be professional about it, but I’d masturbated to the memory more than once.

I run a hand down and cup her breast. Her eyes go wider still.

“I’m going to help you relax.”

I let go of her breast and my hand travels down her stomach and to the waistband of her pants.

“Hmmph,” she says in protest. My fingers slip under her pants and underwear. Her pubic hair’s grown wild while she’s been with us. She’s not allowed a razor. I rest my palm over her pussy and squeeze.

Maria’s breathing hard, tugging at her restraints again. I hold her down with my other hand on her chest. I work my fingers up the lips of her vagina and find her clit. I rub slow circles around it. Her pelvis presses down into the mattress in reaction to the touch, but she’s still resisting. 

I put more pressure on her clit. “Hmmph!” Her thighs come together and squeeze my hand. I keep going. She tilts her head back and lets out a shuddering breath. Her mobility’s limited by the restraints, but she manages to run her thighs up and down my hand in short little sequences. I slip my fingers inside her.

“Hmmph!” she moans. My hand on her chest slides down and takes a firm grip on her breast. I curl my fingers open and closed inside her. She squirms. It makes me hard.

My hand is soaked. I work her harder, faster. 

“Hmmph…hmmph…HMMPH!” The restraints strain against the frame of the bed. Her whole body goes tense. Her eyes roll back and her pussy constricts around my fingers. Then a wave of relaxation radiates from her pussy to the rest of her body. Her legs quake in little spasms.

She sinks into the mattress. I pull out my fingers. They’re glistening with her wetness. I reach back down and rub most of it off into her pubes. I look at her.

Her eyes are closed and she has a look of bliss on her face. I reach up and unsecure her mouthguard, pulling it gently free. She opens her eyes halfway and smiles at me drunkenly.

“Thank you, mi amor…” she says.

I gather up the unused needle and vial, and make my way out of her room. She’s sleeping soundly before I’m out the door.

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