Chapter 20 - Nancy
TWENTY
NANCY
The bag of ribbons was still in my bag, crinkling faintly every time I moved. I hadn’t had the chance to see Ginny, yet, and hoped she was staying out of the woods. I’d check on her as soon as I finished my mission.
That mission? To break into Dr. Marney’s office and look through Ginny’s files. Someone had to know why she had been admitted.
Marney and his cronies almost always had an extended lunch break, chatting shit in the break room about patients. All I needed was twenty minutes. Hell, maybe only ten.
Dr. Marney’s secretary was absent as I approached his office, likely out chain-smoking while he had no need of her. I couldn’t blame her. Being close to him for any length of time made my skin crawl.
My fingers shook as I pressed down on the door handle, sweat coating my neck as it swung open. I slipped inside and closed it behind me while trying to calm my erratic breath.
The records cabinet sat in the far corner, half-open and spilling with papers. A quick glance through the stuffed drawers had me scanning the surnames.
Clark.
Where was Clark?
It would be easier to find her if Dr. Marney actually let his secretary file them. Of course, that would risk her discovering more about what he did in the depths of the asylum.
I flipped quickly, ears pricked for footsteps.
Then I saw it: Ginny Clark.
Her file was empty. No admittance paperwork. No details about Ginny’s history.
Fuck.
I slammed the file back into the drawer and steadied myself against his messy desk.
As exhaustion set in, I saw it. A slip of paper beside his telephone.
Ginny Clark. Marsh Ranch, Old Farm Road.
Her mother’s address. It had to be.
I mouthed the address to myself over and over. Memorising it. Whispering it like a prayer. Marsh Ranch, Old Farm Road. Marsh Ranch, Old Farm Road.
The doorknob rattled, and I jumped half out of my skin. I turned to plead my case as an orderly stepped in.
‘You’re not supposed to be here.’ His eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring within them.
‘I’m just grabbing a file for Dr. Marney,’ I lied. Could he tell? He didn’t look convinced, but after glaring at me for a few moments, he left. Muttering under his breath as he shut the door behind him.
I sagged against the desk.
Too close.
Too damned close.
I swept a strand of unruly hair away from my face.
And then the real danger entered.
Dr. Marney filled the doorway. His fingers flexed on the handle as his face broke into a grin. He shut the door behind him and the click of the lock made my blood run cold.
‘Naughty, Nurse,’ he said, his voice slick like a serpent. ‘Rifling through my things, are we?’
‘Dr. Marney,’ I gasped. ‘Please—’
‘On your knees, Nancy.’
His tone froze me to the spot.
‘But Robert…’ I protested.
Marney moved, closing the space between us with each menacing step.
‘What Robert doesn’t know won’t hurt him. It’s this, or you can kiss your job goodbye. And I know how much you two rely on your meagre income. Hell, give me a good suck and I might even throw you a bonus.’
His dark laughter had me folding in on myself.
What choice did I have? I couldn’t leave. Not before Ginny had the baby. I couldn’t abandon them.
My legs folded before I realised I’d moved. One of his hands shoved into my bun, while the other undid his buttons.
His flaccid cock was thick, smelling of salty manliness. I shrank back, but Marney pulled my hair tighter, forcing me to take him into my mouth.
I gagged at the softness of his cock, praying he would fail to rise. Then he could let me go out and hopefully be too embarrassed to plague me further.
No such luck.
As I gagged and spluttered, his cock grew rigid, taking up more and more of my mouth. His strokes were rough and merciless, his other hand pinching my nose until black dots swam in my vision.
Each release of my mouth came with an eruption of saliva, only greasing his path back into my throat. My eyes burned.
Tears streaked my cheeks, but Marney only laughed.
‘You take dick almost as well as that Darcy up on four. She sucks like a demon.’
With coughs ravaging my throat, I struggled against him, fighting for air.
‘I don’t know what your husband’s complaints are about. If you were my wife, you’d get a cum shot every morning before work. A sweet plump little thing like you. Just need to be kept full.’
The sting of his words gutted me. Did Robert complain about our sex life?
Marney used my mouth like it was just another hole in that godforsaken place. Finally, he let out a sordid groan, and I hoped he’d cum so I could stop.
But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me to my feet and bent me over his desk.
Hot breath in my ear.
Harsh fingers on my hips.
His fat cock pushing into me.
‘Maybe I’ll put that baby in you,’ he groaned, thrusting deep. ‘I’ve seen how you moon over that pregnant bitch. You want a belly like hers, don’t you? Admit it. You’re aching for it.’
‘No,’ I gasped, though my thighs quivered at his sordid words.
‘Robert’s too weak to give you what you want.
A pathetic little man. I’ll do what he can’t.
I’ll breed you until you’re round and ripe.
My child, swelling in you while you serve me.
You’ll crawl through the halls heavy with my seed, while the others laugh at your cuckold husband.
’ Marney’s voice thickened with each harsh slam of his cock.
Every word seared my mind as he dripped venom.
Shame burned through me, yet my body thrummed with betrayal. It wasn’t his cruelty that aroused me. It was the thought of being filled with his baby. Any baby. Of being ripe and full and dripping milk all over his desk.
Like Ginny.
‘Beg me,’ he growled. ‘Beg me to put a baby in you. Tell me you want my baby.’
‘I—’ My voice broke.
I hated him.
And I hated myself more. The fantasy flooded me no matter how I tried to keep it out. Creamy milk making my breasts heave, life squirming deep in my womb, the way people would look at me with jealousy. I clenched around Marney’s dick despite myself.
‘That’s it, Nancy. There’s a good girl. You might protest, but I feel you getting excited at the idea of me coming inside your cheating little cunt.’
I bit my hand to smother my whimpers, but he heard anyway. His laughter made my red face deepen as shame ripped through me.
Shame followed by the first tremors of orgasm.
‘That’s it, Nancy,’ he grunted. ‘Come like a little whore and ready your womb to suck up my cum. Robert will never own you. Not when you’re heavy with my fucking baby.’
He pushed my face down onto the desk as I came, the wood and paper marking my cheeks as he rutted harder.
I jerked and panted as his cock intensified the sensations, each harsh thrust sending another roil of need through me.
I whispered the only thing that mattered, over and over, a lifeline amongst the filth. Marsh Ranch. Old Farm Road. Marsh Ranch. Old Farm Road.
Repeated it until it drowned out his voice. Until it was the only thing filling my head.
Marney came with a fierce grunt, holding me in a tight grip as he unloaded deep against my cervix. He arched his hips, smearing his cum around inside me as I whimpered.
When he was done, I pulled my skirt down with shaking hands. My thighs grew slick as I stood there under his self-satisfied gaze.
‘Well, that was a pleasant surprise,’ Marney said. ‘Next time I catch you in my office I’ll give you a load in the ass.’
It wasn’t the first time he’d threatened the female staff. It wouldn’t be the last. Wellard had no HR department, only monsters with medical licences.
And still, I repeated the words inside me, steady as a pulse.
Marsh Ranch. Old Farm Road.
Marsh Ranch. Old Farm Road.