**Title: The Doctor’s Treatment**

It had only been a week since I was assigned to the male wing of Blackwood Penitentiary—my first real job as a young, idealistic doctor. The inmates had already taken notice of me. Dr. Carter, the only female physician in the facility, with short dark hair, sharp blue eyes, and curves that filled out my white coat just a little too well. I thought I could handle them, that my authority would keep them in line.

I was wrong.

It started with whispers when I walked past their cells, the low growls of *“Hey, Doc…”* and *“You ever take care of a real man, sweetheart?”* I ignored them, focused on my rounds, but the energy in Block C was different today. Tense. Hungry.

I should’ve known something was off when the guards suddenly weren’t at their posts.

I’d just finished checking on Martinez, a wiry guy with a smirk that never left his face, when I turned—and the cell door slammed shut behind me. My heart lurched as the click of the lock echoed in my ears.

“Doc,” Martinez purred, stepping closer. “You know, we all been real appreciative of your… *services*.”

Before I could react, strong hands grabbed me from behind, yanking my arms back. Another inmate—Hendricks—his thick fingers clamped over my mouth. My pulse roared as Martinez grinned, stroking my cheek.

“But we think it’s time *you* got some special care.”

My white coat was ripped open, buttons flying. Hendricks groped my tits through my bra, pinching my nipples until I gasped against his palm. Someone else—I couldn’t see who—dropped to his knees behind me, hands sliding up my thighs, hitching my skirt.

“Fuck, she’s soaked already,” a voice laughed.

I was. My pussy was betraying me, clenching at the rough fingers that shoved my panties aside. A thick digit plunged inside me, curling against my walls, and I whimpered. Martinez chuckled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang out, already hard, the tip glistening.

“Open up, Doc.”

Hendricks forced my jaw down, and Martinez shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged, tears stinging my eyes as he rocked his hips, fucking my throat. The inmate behind me added another finger, scissoring me open while his thumb pressed circles on my clit. My body arched, trembling—I shouldn’t be getting wet, *shouldn’t* be moaning around the cock stuffing my mouth, but I was.

Martinez groaned, gripping my hair. “Yeah, take it, bitch. Bet you love this, huh? Fuckin’ dyke getting dicked down proper.”

He pulled out, slapping his cock against my cheek. I panted, watching as Hendricks freed his own erection—thick, veiny, and leaking. He pushed me to my knees, and Martinez shoved me forward, bending me over the cot.

“Time for your exam, Doctor.”

The first thrust stole my breath. Hendricks speared me in one brutal stroke, stretching my cunt wide. I cried out, nails digging into the mattress as he bottomed out, balls slapping against me.

“Fuck, she’s tight!” Hendricks growled, gripping my hips.

Martinez grabbed my hair again, pulling my head back. “You like that? Getting your pussy wrecked like a real whore?”

I couldn’t answer—only gasp as Hendricks pounded into me, his cock grinding deep. The inmate behind me spat on his fingers, then pressed them to my asshole. I tensed, but he didn’t stop, working a finger inside while Hendricks fucked me raw.

Then Martinez shoved his cock back into my mouth, and I was trapped—filled at both ends, spit and slick dripping down my thighs.

Another inmate—Dawson—pushed forward, stroking himself. “My turn.”

Hendricks pulled out, and Dawson took his place, his cock even thicker. I screamed around Martinez’s dick as he stretched me wider, slamming home. The fingers in my ass pressed deeper, and something inside me snapped—pleasure detonated through me, my pussy clamping down as I came hard, shuddering.

“Oh shit, she’s squeezing me!” Dawson groaned.

They didn’t stop. Martinez fucked my face faster, his balls tightening. The inmate behind me shoved a second finger into my ass, crooking them just right. Dawson hammered into my pussy, his thrusts turning erratic.

“Gonna fill her up,” he grunted.

Martinez came first, shooting hot cum down my throat. I choked, swallowing as much as I could, but some spilled past my lips. Dawson followed, his cock pulsing inside me, flooding my cunt. The last inmate yanked his fingers out of my ass, replacing them with his cock—too fast, too much—but I couldn’t fight it.

He came quickly, painting my insides, then pulled out, letting his spend drip down my thighs.

Dazed, I collapsed onto the cot, my body used, trembling. Martinez wiped his cock on my cheek, smirking.

“See, Doc? *This* is how you treat a patient.”

They left me there—sticky, aching, and shamefully satisfied. And as the cell door unlocked, I knew… this wouldn’t be the last time.