Do You Good

[Percival1]

In a psychoward far up a lonely road in the hills of Nova Scotia is a doctor of psychology with his new assignment. And an introduction..

(Stepping on to the next room) "That's Adrianna.. Schizophrenia." "Uh-huh.." The new doc took notes. "Most of the time we keep her locked up." "Is she manic?" "She's psychotic. Last time we let her go into the general population she was caught holding Ben Stillman down in a broom closet and smothering him underneath her bare naked bottom." "Uh-huh." And the guard sniffed, checking her out again thru the portal. "She believes sitting on mens faces gives her special powers." "Special powers?" "Yah.. That's how she ended up here." "How?" "She smothered her husband to death."

And after only a few months, the impossible happens. A riot.. no communication.. no help.. and a psychotic woman with a new doctor in psychology tied to her bed with restraints. And a longing psychotic desire.. with shivering hands and cold sweat.. and a puckered gentle kiss and hover above his forehead.. "Oh doc. I'm going to do you good.. so good." She whispers.

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[fpm29]

Great story. Thanks for sharing it with us.

John :)

[Percival1]

Thanks. :)

Yup, no doubt about it she's psychotic. And the story is about the saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and the soft gentle but freaky touch of fetishing this guy.. this doctor. Like he were candy.

She gets a jar of vasoline and greases herself up, because she wants him to fight and to bite and to try to live while she lovingly tires him out and smothers him in ejaculating vagina, pissing out secretion like a normal healthy woman would take a leak..

What would be kinda spooky about his is that the guys mouth is covered. And being a psychologist, that's his only hope, his only weapon against her.. Instead of the alphabet.


"Adrianna.." "Hhhhhh HHH!" "Adrianna.. listen to me. Listen!" "UH!" And you see spit fly and his head turn from side to side while she sinks herself in, walking like on a sidewalk her buttcheeks overtop of his face slipping into the cracks. Her legs riding a bike.. And then all comfortable she clamps in, a shivering muscle.. a vibrating freaky screw. Scared with excitement. With anticipation as she feels the warmth grow in her belly like butterflies. And orgasm comes psychotically soon, not a release or a satisfaction, but a squeeze and a longing for more.. A sex never satisfied.

You see the guys eyes nearly covered in vagina's fat, his forehead turning red, and his eyes clouding in tears. The tears of knowing how sick she is.. of seeing her there so close yet so distant. He yells.. He screams.. and it's all just food. So hopeless..

Her screws become more controlled, and less involuntary. And they're slow and gentle and seemingly stationary. As though she were sliding on the inside.. A grip so tight. A bell shaped envelope overtop this guys body hunched over in such concentration that it seems so monstrous. His hands and feet pulling at the straps, making their own noises.. And she never stops. She just rubs like it were a birth or an unbirth, eating this guy up like a dildoe.

Who knows how long he's been dead.. If he lasted only a few minutes or a few hours. She fucks that thing like a machine.

At the end of the story when they get the ward under control they go into her cell and find her there on top of the doc, dead. Her quivering in orgasm.. and a mess of snot and piss and this jelly like aged sex and vasoline all over his face and stuck in her thighs and vagina. And she's a little dilated.. like she were trying to push him all the way in.. When they pull her off the dead corpse she's kicking and screaming and crying: "My baby! My baby! NOOO!!"

[Percival1]

"Why'd she kill her husband?"

"The police told us that she said he made her have an abortion.." And they both stared.

Then moved on to the next cell.