It was yet another boring night shift when she was called into Coyle’s sleep room. Relieved to get away from writing a report on a recent incident (a reagent had a breakdown in the sleep room area and smashed the chess board over a scientist's head, so all chess privileges were revoked until further notice), she made her way to his sleep room. The walk wasn’t too long, and Coyle awaited her with an eager look on his face.

“There you are, my little bird.” “Your little bird, Leland? That’s a new one.”, by now, they had become weirdly comfortable with each other. The nicknames changed every time, at least he wasn’t calling her ‘sugartits’ anymore. Her tits deserved better than that. As always he was tied down by his ankles, giving his upper body a bit of movement. Perfect, for what she had planned.

As always, she sat down on the edge of the bed by Coyle’s face, his eyes on her like a predator eyeing its prey. For once he wasn’t the main predator, to a certain degree he was at her mercy - his baton was out of reach, and no one of the scientists would come in if he were to cry for help. That made him even harder, possibly cutting diamonds with how hard he was growing in his pants.

“I know you have needs, Leland. But you know what? So do I…”, she said as she reached out towards him. With a weird care for human scum, she placed her hand on his cheek, feeling the burns under her fingertips, a constant reminder of what Murkoff had done to him. His brows turned into a frown, not sure what she was doing or what she had planned. “Come on. Let’s fuck.”, Leland growled. Without the restraints, he would have jumped up already, pushing her against the nearest surface and fuck her through the stockings she had to wear in her nurse outfit. But no, all he could was sit up straighter, leaning into her touch. Coyle was a big, hard guy, but a bit of soft touch could make the toughest man melt - just how he melted his victims with his shock baton.

Her hand traveled from his cheek down to his chest. He wasn’t wearing his leather jacket at the moment, just a white button up…one that had seen better days. One button, two buttons, and soon it was open, Coyle shrugged it off and threw the shirt carelessly on the floor. “Come on, it’s only fair if you do it too, sunshine. Ain’t never seen these tits of yours, bet they look fantastic. Her apron followed his shirt on the floor, piling up with much interest. Her dress stayed on, but Coyle reached up to open up the buttons of the upper part. One, two, and she managed to get it off her shoulder, just far enough to expose her bra. Coyle licked his lips - what a view, what a sight. He couldn’t help himself, he just had to feel them, so he sat up straighter, reaching underneath the bra and cupping her breasts. “Damn, you got some soft tits there. They feel so fucking good.”, Coyle groaned, could have came from feeling her up alone, but he kept himself together…for now.

His eyes were fixated on her chest, feeling and pinching and groping. She let out soft groans every now and then, even giving herself the chance to close her eyes - despite the situation, she did trust Coyle just this tiny little bit, especially because he couldn’t stand up in case something went wrong. “Look at you…all red in the face, do you like what I’m doing?” “Of course I do, Leland, but I want you!”, she confessed, and his eyes went wide. Did she…of course she did. With one last pinch and a high pitched moan from her side, Leland retreated his hands. “Then what are you waiting for? My cock is nearly bursting down here!”

She looked down and he wasn’t kidding. Could have sworn she saw his cock pulsating through his pants, begging for a quick release from its fabric prison. And that’s exactly what she did as she reached down, quickly unbuttoning his pants as she had done so many times before. As always his cock jumped free, pulsating once the cold air of his sleep room hit him. She bit her lip, then gave Coyle a quick glance, “We are gonna do something different today.”, she muttered as she stood up. Leland watched her every move, not sure what she had planned, but was anticipating the change from their usual jerk off routine.

She moved herself down to Leland’s hips, and moved her nurse dress up, just far enough to expose her underwear. Plain old white underwear, just how Dr. Easterman had ordered them all to wear, and white pantyhose. “No time to waste, Leland.”, she said and with a quick move, she ripped a hole into the crotch of her pantyhose, Leland stared at her as if he was a child in Disneyland seeing Mickey Mouse for the first time. “No time to waste for sure, sugar.”, he growled. She positioned herself right above Leland’s cock, moving her panties to the side and lowered herself down. Coyle could have bursted on the spot, right then and there, it had been too long since he had felt a proper tight pussy around his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell!”, Leland moaned, his hands snapping to her hips in an attempt to guide her. Leland was ways stronger than her after all and he could move his hips a small bit. As soon as he realized that, he started to buck up into her, as if he was a rut in heat, his big hands leaving marks on her hips, if his nails had been a bit longer he might have been able to draw blood.

She gasped as he started to fuck her properly, moving her hips along with his moves. It became quite clear that he was leading the sex, so she leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to support her movement. Under her right hand, she was able to feel his heartbeat, and for a moment she was afraid his heart might jump out of his chest any second.

She was tight and wet and everything Leland he wished for while he was pumping his own cocks so many nights all alone. Her juices clung to his cock, dripping down on him as they made a mess out of each other, panting, moaning, giving the scientists watching a show.

Coyle didn’t last long. The heavenly feeling of her pussy along with her sweet sounds brought him to his bursting point, and with no care for anything, he emptied himself inside of her. She came to a halt, her hips still as she felt him twitching inside of her. “Fuck…”, she whimpered, moving just this tiny bit more before Leland finished, his cock growing limp inside of her. He slipped out, and a smirk crossed his face, “You are a great fuck, sweetheart.”

Not sure what to expect in terms of injuries, she headed to Coyle’s sleep room. The decoration was…something. No one should enter that room with UV-light, she thought, the musky smell of manliness, testosterone and cum socks clinging in her nose. Coyle had been placed on his bed, his usual black leather jacket had a red crust all over it, the white button up soaked in blood.

“Mr. Coyle?”, she spoke as she entered the room. From his side, only a groan was heard - he must have been in serious pain. Not even enough pain to shook a sexist remark at her nurse outfit or how red her lips were on this particular day - probably from sucking cock, he would have added.

She had brought a little bag with utensils along with her. Gauze, needles, other things to care enough to keep the Prime Assets alive. Dr. Easterman had told her that they needed to be in working shape, but if they were to die somehow, he wouldn’t be mad, he’d just go looking for new ones. So survival was not the highest priority on their lists. She remembered an injury she had to treat on Franco’s back after a reagent had pushed him down a staircase. Cleaning and stitching it up was not the problem, but it became infected due to the less than sterile environment they were moving in, leaving Franco with a high fever for several days and less useful for trials.

“May I undress your upper body?”, she asked, placing the bag on his bedside table. Coyle had opened his eyes by now, watching every move she did. That’s when she realized that he was constrained to the bed - his wrists and ankles restricted in metal cages, making it impossible for him to move for more than just a few inches.

“Such a hot piece of ass like you? Always, sweetheart, and think of my lower body parts too.”, and that’s exactly why she hated working with the Prime Assets.

Since Leland was restrained to the bed, she couldn’t do more than open up his leather jacket and white shirt underneath - even though the white shirt was soaked in blood, even more than she had anticipated. Just unbuttoning it left her fingers painted red.

There was a big cut on his chest, reaching from the bottom of his ribcage on the left all the way up to the top of the right side of his ribs. At least the bleed had stopped, and as it seemed no important arteries had been nicked. “You are in luck, Mr. Coyle. Your life is not in danger, but it is going to be a long healing process.” “Aw, is that so? Are you going to come back and undress me again? Again and again, taking a look at me and what you’re missing out?”

She wouldn’t lie to herself - Coyle was kind of attractive, and the mere thought of doing something so forbidden with a criminal, the scum of this earth, a murderer, a killer…it kind of left her with a faster beating heart. Fair enough, being stationed in a place like this, fucking was one of the few things they were able to do. She hadn’t seen the sun for several weeks  at this point, and the moans from reagents hollered in the halls while she was trying to arrange her medicine cabinet more often than not. It was one of the few things Murkoff didn’t forbid them from doing. And chess did get boring after the 34th game. But she’d never admit that - only the colour of her cheeks gave her away, not even the blush she had put on in the morning could have saved her.

Coyle laughed as he noticed that, “See? You want that too, sugartits. Don’t lie to yourself and come here to ol’ Leland.”

“Mr. Coyle, I am asking you to remain professional. I am here to help you, not to be your personal prostitute.”

“Aw, but my cock sure does need help too. Come on, just this once.”

This time, she did not give in. But she wasn’t too sure about the other times.

♠

Since she assisted Coyle the first time he came in, she of course had to do it the other times too - nurse code, after all. Of course she had to do that, and couldn’t give the task to someone else! That would be mean, after all!

This time, it was during her night shift. Dr. Easterman had decided that a special bunch of reagents - aka reagents who had plotted to escape in the non-rebirth way - would be denied the sweet release of sleep. Instead, it was trial after trial, with little to no breaks. Coyle had gotten two killed in the latest trial, but after he had entered the ‘backstage’ of the trial, he complained of pain in the injured area.

Normally the night shift was not a lot of work, mostly sorting through things and trying to clean what was possible. Not that easy with such a huge amount of blood, gore and other bodily fluids she didn’t want to think about. Most of the reagents were sleeping, getting some rest from horrors to prepare themselves for the horrors. The call to help Coyle was a welcomed change, leaving the latest pile of blood and guts behind.

The journey to his sleep room was short, just around the corner from where she was. This time around, there were restraints around his ankles only, he was able to move his upper body freely. She wasn’t sure why - were her fellow scientists trying to kill her, or was he too impacted to do anything?

“There you are, sugartits. Good to see you again.”, Leland sweet-talked her way, if he had been Pinoccio, his nose would have crashed through the walls of the institution.

“Good evening to you too, Mr. Coyle.” “Aw, come on, you can call me Leland.” “I’d prefer not to.”

Coyle laughed at her reply, sitting up in the prison he called his own bed. Once again, she put her bag on his table, looking through her things as he started to describe the pain. Once again, the leather jacket and his button up had to go. This time around, Leland was able to do it himself.

The wound underneath his bandages - which she had put on him with an expertise previously unseen by him - had started to bleed again. “Did you overexert yourself?”, she asked as she threw the blood bandages in a bin. “Might have. That last cocksucker gave me quite a chase. Managed to get him down anyways. But fuck, these night trials are the worst. Fuck does a man have to do to get a good night of sleep in this hole?”, Coyle spat out, and he honestly wasn’t wrong about that. 

“You can request additional sleeping pills down in the pharmacy, I am sure Dr. Easterman will approve your request if you do well.”

“Oh, sugar, honey, you know I am always doing well, especially with such a hot piece of ass in my sight.”

Coyle was now shirtless, eyes fixated on her. He wasn’t made out of pure muscle. A beer belly framed his shape, but his arms screamed of strength and the ability to put anyone who dared to look in his direction the wrong way into dust. She had seen ways too many injuries from his trials to not know about the raw strength and the power of his shock baton. Was that a metaphor for something?

“So? Gonna care for me now, nurse?”, he asked, the mocking undertone dripped off like honey - or like the honey he had taken from countless reagents, pooling underneath him, a red shadow, a metallic cloud of dust always following him.

“Of course, Mr. Coyle.”, but this time, she felt…different. It wasn’t disgust mixed with the urge to swallow down her own vomit. No, this time, it was…more pleasant. A bit of a touch was such a different feeling, so hard to come by in this facility. The wounds weren’t too big and weren’t bleeding too badly, just enough for him to feel it and for his healing muscles to be upset again. At least this hellhole had clean water and towels for its workers, so she was able to clean the wounds with it. After that, an antibiotic cream - she didn’t want to suffer him like Franco did. Last but not least, she wrapped a bandage over his chest again. 

Leland grunted at the touch as he let her touch him, a privilege only given to his three ex wives. And his affairs. And the female prisoners in his station. And the random prostitutes he had picked up along the way. But it’s been a while. Too long, actually. A man had his needs, and that’s what he needed an easy woman for. But these easy women were never marriage material, no no. He only wanted a pure wife - something his other wives were clearly not and never had been, these lying sluts. But there was a silver lining in everything; at least he knew his back wasn’t injured, otherwise he wouldn’t be sporting a hard cock in his pants at the slightest touch of this woman.

“Say, woman, care to help me out there?”, Leland growled as he pointed towards his pants. She looked down and sighed. Of course he would, of course. At first, she was ready to decline his request, but then she remembered her contract. ‘While keeping the Prime Assets alive is not the main priority in case of bad injury or other happenings, keeping them happy and content outside of the Trials is the highest priority. No request should be left unfilled as all Prime Assets tend to react negatively to such behaviour, possibly leading to permanent injuries or even death of the staff member’. And since she liked her life just a tiny bit more than she wished for the sweet embrace of death…

“Of course, Mr. Coyle”, she said. She was not quite comfortable, but hey, a handjob is a handjob. Coyle grinned as he watched her sit down on the edge of the bed, her body facing him while she let her hand travel down from his chest to the seam of his pants. She wasn’t a monster after all, she wanted to see his reactions for her own sick pleasure. And the wetness between her legs? He couldn’t see it after all.

Opening a belt wasn’t hard work for her. No no, she had the joy of opening up so many things in her lifetime, a belt wasn’t even in the top 10 anymore. Leland’s eyes were fixed on her hands as she quickly opened the belt and zipped his pants open, letting his cock free of its fabric prison. Maybe he had anticipated this very moment. Maybe he overexerted himself on purpose. Maybe he got injured on purpose. Hell, he had even taken a shower before he rang for help from the other scientists around. Maybe he had become addicted to her smell the moment she first stepped into his ce- sleeping room.

She pushed his underwear down, earning a sharp inhale from Coyle as the old air of the sleep room hit his burning hot skin. He was eager. Eager to get off, and if it were to go his way, he’d fuck her until the morning, until both of them couldn’t walk anymore. A man has to show what he can do after all. He’d make her cum until her pretty little nurse outfit would be stained in her juices, running down her legs and pooling on the floor. His cum would be all over her, in every possible and impossible region. But for now, this had to do.

Leland bucked his hips up, arching his hips into her touch. “Come on, sugar…I know you know what to do. No way you ain’t never seen a cock before.” “Well, never one that was so pretty.” “You know how to make a man blush, girl, come on.” His cock twitched against nothing before she wrapped her hands around it, feeling it up with her fingers. These gentle touches made him long for even more, more more more, just more, he needed that sweet release! His own hands were only interesting for so long, and it had been for so long.

She could feel him crumble apart under his touch. How long has he been here? Months? Years? It was hard to keep track without sunlight and any recent newspapers. She started to pump his rock hard cock, slow and soft moves against the hardness he provided. Leland panted and moaned under her touch, bucking his hips as well as he could. More, more, more, he begged, grinding his teeth. What a view. She smirked and kept the pace, leaving him begging for the sweet release he was needing so desperately.

“Come on…and then I’ll fuck you good…give that sweet cunt the praise it deserves…don’t you want that, sugartits?”, Leland grunted through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as his bucking became more irregular, signalling he was close to his own release. Her rhythm stayed steady, only his movement was jerky and unreliable.

With quite a loud moan, Coyle found his release in her hands, covering her fists with his cum. She watched every rope coming out of him intensely, eyes fixed on his cock. Leland slowly opened his eyes, looking down onto the mess he made on her. Nothing on her clothes, he had planned this for a later date.

“Thank you. You know what you’re doing with these slutty little hands of yours.”, he grinned, his cock turning soft in her hands. She let go of it, and moved one hand up to her lips. She stuck out her tongue, smearing the cum from her pointer and middle finger onto her tongue. Coyle’s mouth slightly fell agape, not believing what was happening in front of him. What an absolute vulgar display of her need for him! If he weren’t so spent and tired for a hard day’s work…

“You taste quite well, Mr. Coyle. I cannot wait for our next meeting.”, and with those words, she stood up. But he didn’t want her to leave! Not just yet! But voicing his displeasure became harder and harder with every second, so he let out a groan. She noticed that, of course. She noticed everything. 

To keep Coyle down and happy, an idea suddenly crossed her mind. While Coyle watched her with half lidded eyes, she lifted her nurse uniform just this little bit. With enough freedom, she moved her right hand’s middle and ring finger into her panties, scooping up some of the wetness she had cumulated in this period of time. “Open up”, she said as she moved them back out. The sweet smell instantly hit Coyle’s nose, and as ordered he opened his mouth. She placed her fingers inside his mouth, and he went to town on them, sucking them clean. Coyle scraped every last bit of her juices off of her skin, savouring the taste and feeling as he imagined doing even wilder things with her. And as he laid there, sucking her fingers clean, she knew she had found a new plaything. Finally, something else to do in this hole of a facility than sorting pills and stitching people up.

She retracted her fingers slowly, him going with her movements for just this little bit until he dropped back into the mattress, licking his lips clean to get every single drop from her juices. The view was amazing, making her pussy ache, but it was enough playtime for one night. She still had duties, but this wouldn’t be the last time they were to meet in his sleep room.

“I think I can leave you off with that present.”