Oakwood Psychiatric Hospital


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Margaret will be the new administrator for the hospital on Monday, and she goes in early for a routine tour, and is mistaken for a patient.

© Copyright 2002

Margaret Fisher drove down Main Street, turned off, and drove down a side street. Margaret entered the employees' entrance at the Oakwood Psychiatric Hospital. Margaret drove through the back gate, and then around the south side of the building and parked in the visitors' lot. Margaret had a tingle of fear as she looked at the large hospital. It was built in the latter part of the 19th century, and Margaret thought, "This building looks right out of a horror movie where patients are routinely tortured." The building was in need of paint, and with the 12' high chain link fence with coils of razor wire on top, made the grounds feel like a prison. The building, to be blunt was creepy.

Margaret shivered as she drove through the shadow of the hospital, and she laughed about her nervousness. She knew she was here to change the hospital's image, and bring reform to this hospital. The hospital would no longer house dangerous psychotic patients, but be transformed into a drug rehabilitation clinic for the rich and famous. Monday was Margaret's first official day as hospital administrator, and this job offer was a dream-come-true. The pay was almost double what she expected, great benefits, with flexible hours. Margaret could not believe her luck at landing this job. Margaret was happy to quit her job as an HMO administrator. She got tired of handing out pink slips, and always complaining about saving money

Margaret entered the hospital, and went to her new office. She was disappointed she missed the retiring Mr. Johnson. She thought, "I knew there was a chance he might not be here on Friday. Damn, I really wanted to take an early tour, and get a feel for the hospital. Now what do I do?" She looked around the empty office, and saw Mr. Johnson already cleaned out his office. The only thing left in the office was the desk. She saw a small set of keys to the desk lying on top of it. Margaret sat at her desk for a few minutes thought about a new office dcor. Margaret got up to leave, but thought, "I can do this. I don't need him to hold my hand, and Monday I have to run this place alone. This will give me a chance to see how efficient the hospital is without the staff trying to please Mr. Johnson. The staff was told to expect me on Monday, and the best part is no one knows I'm even in the building. Now I can do a little spy work, and on Monday make the appropriate changes." Margaret clipped her visitors ID card to her white smock, and after thinking about it, locked her purse in her desk. Margaret left her office, and walked the corridors. She was aimlessly wondering the halls trying to learn her way around.

Rusty was standing security, and was bored out of his mind. This was the worst job he ever had, but it paid the bills. Rusty trained as a lab tech, but got laid-off, and ended up as a security guard. Rusty saw a woman walking towards him, and thought it was his old boss, and before he knew it he was face to face with the woman that ended his career due to budget cuts. He read in the paper how all the administrators got large bonuses, and the working stiffs, like him got pink slips. He dreamed nightly about finding a way to teach one of those big shot administrators what it is like to the underdog, and a few things about human nature.

Margaret wondered throughout the hospital, and saw she entered the wing for the violent patients. She walked up to the security doors, and said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Margaret Fisher. I'm the hospital's new administrator, and I'll be taking over on Monday morning. Anyway, I'm kind of doing an informal tour of the hospital, and was wondering if I could get a look at this wing?"

"Hello Mrs. Fisher. I'm Rusty, and welcome to Oakwood. I hope you'll like working here. I have to ask, do you have authorization to visit this wing?"

"No, I was hoping Mr. Johnson would give me a walkthrough, but he did not know I was coming in today, so he left early. I was just about to go home, and thought to get a feel for the place before I left."

"You did sign in at the front desk, so someone knows you're back here?" Rusty heard the warning bells going off in his head, but he still wanted to know how many people knew she was here, and when he heard the answer he knew he was about to do something he might regret, but knew there was no stopping him now. Rusty looked over the woman standing in front of him. She was very pretty, and with an athletic build. She had dark blonde hair with honey blonde highlights that fell just past her shoulders. Rusty noticed her striking blue eyes, and her exquisite long tan legs. He could tell she must workout a couple times a week. She was medium height, about 5'6", and he thought maybe 125LBS. She had a nice set of tits on her, but he would have to strip off her jacket to get a better feel for them, and feel them he would.

"No. I used the employees' entrance. Does that make a difference? I don't officially begin my duties until Monday, but could you let me in? I'll just take a quick look, and I'll be right back."

"I used to work at Memorial Hospital. I thought I recognized your name when you mentioned it, so I guess I can bend the rules for you. I hate to ask, but I'll need to keep your nametag for security reasons. All visitors in this wing need to surrender their ID badge. We had a patient escape when she stole someone's ID, and now we have to confiscate all ID badges. Sorry, but I will be right here, and when you come back. I promise to let you out. You're much too pretty to be a patient. Sign this, and off you go." Rusty said lightly laughing to break the ice. He pointed on the paper where she should sign, and watched her sign the paper, and thought, "People really should read what they sign, especially in a psych hospital."

"Thanks, I really appreciate this. Remember your promise; be sure to let me out. I don't think I would like being a patient." Margaret answered, and they laughed together. She thought this guard was kind of cute, and she was happy to be able to be able to joke with the employees.

Rusty watched the 40-something woman walk through the chain link door, and as she closed it behind her, he heard the lock click. He got instantly hard thinking about what his new boss would have to do to get out of there.

Margaret walked the corridors, and she was again reminded how much this place looked like a jail. She peeked inside every other couple cells. She was surprised how many were empty, but remembered the State removed the most violent. She did not like the setup of the cells, with the women on the left, and the men on the right. Margaret passed the door to a large communal shower area. Margaret walked inside the shower room, and cringed at the total lack of privacy. She walked to the center of the shower room, and thought, "What must it be like to be a woman taking a shower in this open area, and in front of the male guards. I bet just walking through the wing to get a shower, and walking back to your cell must be embarrassing. I will have to make this area segregated. This is unacceptable." Margaret looked to the bank of bathtubs, and could not imagine taking a bath here. She walked out of the shower room. She walked into the next room, and this room contained her worst fears about this place. It still had an electric shock machine, and it looked to have been used recently. She cringed as she spotted a row of straightjackets hanging on hooks. She opened a cupboard, and saw a vast array of leather restraints, and what looked like a riding crop, and a rattan cane. She thought, "Surely, they don't use corporal punishment." The contents of cupboard severely bothered Margaret, and she hurriedly shut the cupboard's doors. She had enough of this place, and left the other cupboard closed, and started back to the door. She knew she had a lot of work to do before this place was ready to house rich patients.

Rusty called a couple guards over, and explained the situation, and with a hoot of approval the security guards waited for their turn to stick it to the man, or in this case the woman.

Margaret was walking back to the exit, and saw two guards walking down the hall towards her. She was about to walk by when the female guard reached out and grabbed Margaret's arm, bent it behind her back, and pushed Margaret hard up against the wall. Margaret was frightened by the gruff attitude, and wondered why the guard was grabbing her, and said, "What's the problem here? I demand you release me this instant."

The male guard asked. "Ma'am what are you doing out of your cell?" Robert was having a hard time trying not to laugh at the face of the new administrator. She looked like she needed to change her panties. The comical shocked expression was so funny. When Rusty called him, and told him about his plan at first he thought it was a bad idea, but then it sounded like a great way to enjoy his shift. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of housing the administrator in the psych wing. He wondered what changes she would go through during her weekend visit. Jenny's rough treatment of Margaret was exciting Robert, and he knew this was just the beginning.

"I'm not a patient! I'm Margaret Fisher, the new hospital's administrator. Please, you have to talk to the guard at the exit. He knows me."

Jenny said, "Lady, if you're the new administrator, where is your ID?"

"I gave it to the guard. He said it was for security. Please let's go ask him. Rusty! His name is Rusty. Rusty kept my ID badge because he said with it patients in this wing could use it to escape."

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