Nothing According to Mark

As the hours ticked by he heard lots of strange sounds coming from room 13. At one point he thought he heard screaming, moaning, crying?, and begging. He heard women who seemed to at one point be in intense pleasure, then asking to be let go and their minds released. Whatever show room 13 was watching must be a wild one.

Suddenly the door opened and Dr. White stepped out. Her blouse was ripped open and her tits were almost exposed, only barely being hidden because her shirt was wet and sticking to her boobs. Mark stared at her, she was so hot.

Dr. White walked over to Mark, bent over the desk, her face almost touching his, and then burped directly in his face. The smell was awful, like sweat, piss, and maybe even shit combined into one. Mark's face didn't show any reaction, however his scrubs were tented. Which would've been embarrassing if he wasn't sitting down.

"Can I help you doctor?" Mark could see she had bodily fluids all over her. He figured she would need to decon or at the very least need a new set of clothes.

"Did I ask for your help?" White's usually cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a cold bitch had taken her place. "After what I just experienced, I don't think any man will ever be able to help me again..." And with that she simply turned on her heels and left. Clothes still soggy, breath still smelly, and hair so messed up you would've though someone dragged her around the room by it. He watched as she walked back to the doc box without her pants scubs, just in her underwear. Her ass not being hidden by her white doctor's coat. He could see cum seeping through her panties and sliding down her wet thighs. From her pussy or her asshole, he couldn't tell. Probably both. He looked at the floor and saw a trail of the white sticky substance following her. Sitting back in his chair. Oh well, maybe she's frustrated from having to do all these tests on 13. Marks mind rationalizing her mean behavior and totally forgetting the condition of her clothes and body. In fact, he seemed to forget the rest of his shift.

Before he knew it, the night was over. He looked over to his right at Gabbie's seat. Was she still inside 13? He stood up and looked at the door, debating if he should go over and take a peak inside. He slowly walked over, it seemed as though with each step he took the world grew quieter. He reached his hand out to touch the door handle, but a moment before he could twist someone called his name.

"What are you doing Mark?" Gabbie said from behind him. He turned around and looked at her.

"What are you doing Gabbie?" It came out almost as a whisper. He didn't know what he was seeing. What this really happening?

"Room 13 said that I can't stop masturbating! Isn't it great?" He guessed it was great. Why? He didn't know, but it felt right to him. "He said I am nothing but fuck meat that should be wet at all times, and so he told me to think of his cock while I finger bang my pussy. But I'm not allowed to cum without his permission. Just more and more pleasure without release! I probably would've cum my brains out hours ago, but it just feels better and better. Like an itch that just feels better the more you itch. My clit is soooooo itchy."

It all made sense to Mark, the needs of the patient come first afterall. Except one thing still bothered him. "And your face? I have a feeling I know what that is, but I don't want to assume." A sick feeling in his stomach just thinking about it.

"Oh my makeup? Do you like it? I got it from room 13! He says all women should wear makeup like this. He has such great fashion advice." As she said these words Mark felt at ease. Why had he felt so uncomfortable about makeup? Whatever, it was probably because he knew nothing about fashion, and was irritable from the night shift.

"Day shift should be here any minute. Are you back tonight Gabbie?" Part of him already knew the answer.

"I'll be here every night... And day and moment to help 13." What a hard worker she was. Always trying to get overtime. He wished he had that kind of energy and dedication.

"Okay Gabbie, I'll see you tonight. This is only my first day out of three." He turned to leave, but out of the corner of his eye he swore he saw movement. Was that the door to 13 closing? He waited a moment, seeing if maybe the door would fly open and some demon or something would crawl out, but nothing happened. He decided he was just tired and was starting to see things due to lack of sleep. He walked out and went home. That was that. Shift done.