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Subject: {ASSM} "Lakeside Youth Sanatorium" by Katie McN
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Lakeside Youth Sanatorium

   By Katie McN <katiemcn@cuteandcuddly.com>

   --

   Notes: Copyright 2001, Katie McN.  I love hearing from people who read
my stories and I answer every e mail.  Contact me at
katiemcn@cuteandcuddly.com.

   This story is part of a Write Club Duel.  I wrote the story in three
uninterrupted hours.  The rules for this game required the two authors to
select one of the ASSTR Hall of Fame Author to emulate in the story.  I
choose the newest member of the Hall of Fame, PRED.  I hope everyone is
pleased with the result.

   I like hearing from people who read my stories.  Send your comments to
KatieMcN@CuteAndCuddly.Com if you have time.  I answer every e mail
personally and look forward to hearing from you.

   --

   A lot of people wonder why a guy like me became a nurse.  The main
reason is pussy which is pretty much the reason for everything I do.

   Four years ago I was looking for something different and decided to
enroll at Lakeside Community College.  I went for the Nursing Program
because I heard most nurses are free with their snatch and decided it was
the best place to get some serious action.  During the process of me
fucking every student nurse in the class, I ended up graduating.  It was a
bitch having to leave the promised land and get a job, but I always land on
my feet so I wasn't too concerned.

   Most nurses won't work in a sanatorium and hardly anyone wants to deal
with teenagers.  Since I didn't graduate at the top of the class, I had to
take a four day week, 6 PM to 6 AM shift at the Lakeside Youth Sanatorium.
It turned out to be the best move of my life.  It wasn't just the good pay
and benefits either.  The hidden perks were amazing.

   The night shift gives out most of the drugs so I had ready access to
anything I wanted.  I think using is stupid, but that doesn't mean I
wouldn't let someone else fuck up.  I learned right away that sedating most
of these fools was the best way to go.  That's standard psychotherapy. 
Someone drops off a raving loonie and the next time they see the jerk he's
calm as can be.  People think progress was made and of course the patient
is real easy to take care of when he can't do anything but walk around and
mumble.

   Most of the patients are between 12 and 15 years of age, and all of them
come from rich families.  I could of copped an attitude right away with
these pampered assholes, but fucking with them all the time gave me a whole
different perspective.  Rich people can afford diseases that poor people
can't even spell.  I figured I could help make their problems real.

   Mandy Kozarn is a perfect example.  Most people have heard of the Kozarn
Family.  They're big in computers, software and all the other dot com stuff
that pays off major league.  So of course she's an anorexic and thinks she
has problems even though she's been handed everything on a silver platter.

   I found out how easy it was to mess with her head after eating dinner
one night.  The cook always gave me as much as I wanted to eat including
something to take back to the ward for a late night snack.  I don't know
how I thought of it, but I decided to fill a plate to overflowing with
every fattening thing I could think off.  Just to make sure, I covered the
whole mess with gravy and whipped cream.  It almost made me sick to carry
it back to the ward.

   Mandy was doing her impression of a Dachau inmate when I walked into her
room.  The cunt weighed 91 pounds of nothing but skin and bones.  She tried
to hide it with real loose clothes, but that only made her look worse.

   "Here's a tray for you, Mandy, and I'm gonna sit here until you eat it
all.  Get your ass started or I'll shove it down you throat you skinny
bitch."

   "Take it away.  Take it away.  I can't eat it.  Please go away."

   "You got to have some nourishment so I'll give you a choice.  You can
eat everything on the plate or you can suck me dry."

   I didn't have to wait for her answer.  I was unzipping my fly when she
started to throw up.  It wasn't much, but I figured she wasn't going to be
eating a big meal any time soon.  She looked at me like she didn't
understand what I was saying which pissed me off to no end.  I grabbed her
hair and pulled her down to her knees.  Still no comprehension.  All I
needed to do was move the plate of food around and the bitch started
pulling my cock out of my pants.  It took her some time to let my
nine-incher see the light of day.  It was almost hard by then and her
grabbing it got it the rest of the way along.

   She was trying to act like some sort of a martyr and really wasn't
getting into it much.  Just a slow suck which was fine with me.  I had all
night and her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner.  Eventually she figured she
better end it so she got down and hummed my big pole.  I made her swallow
the whole mess and thought it was probably the best meal she had in days.
Every time I needed a good laugh, I'd bring a big plate of food into her
room to see what she'd be willing to do instead of eat.



   The job had its down sides, too.  Teen boys are nothing but trouble
anyway and worse when their heads are all scrambled.  And, of course, the
rich ones are a complete pain in the ass.  I learned early how to handle
the problem.

   We used Thorazine to sedate the patients when they started to act up. 
Every one of them had it prescribed 'as needed' so that meant I could give
them as much as I wanted.  This saved me no end of grief.

   I heard two of the rich boys screaming at each other in one of the
rooms. I just grabbed a syringe and the bottle of T and went looking for
the problem.  I only had the one syringe but who would know?

   "Get your clothes off, shit heads, and do it fast." These two had my
boot in their asses more than once so they knew there was no backing away
from anything I said.  In no time at all they were standing there in
nothing but skin.

   I shot each one up with about four times the usual dose.  They were
walking around like robots after five minutes and acting very cooperative.
In fact I decided to do what I call a science experiment.  I got the two
boys to stand in front of each other and grab the other one's cock.  All I
had to do was say something and they'd get right to it.  I had to repeat
myself a lot since they tended to forget things real fast but that wasn't
too big a deal.

   It took a little time, but they finally got each other hard.  I could of
let it go like that and they would of shot their wads at each other.  It
seemed like a better idea to teach them something new.

   "Tommy, get on your hands and knees.  Yah, spread your legs a little
bit. Good."

   "Billy, stick you cock into Tommy's asshole.  It's the brown thing right
in front of you."

   I loved watching Billy ream Tommy.  Just minutes earlier they were
fighting and now they were acting like two lovers.  Billy must of liked
what he was doing because he came after a minute or two.  There wasn't a
lot of blood coming out of Tommy's asshole so he'd just think he had
trouble taking a shit whenever he notice the problem.

   "Tommy, you got shit all over Billy's dick.  You better lick it off
before he gets mad."

   Tommy must of figured I was on to something and he soon got to licking
Billy clean.  One thing I have to say about 13 year old boys, they come
back fast.  All the licking and cleaning got Billy hard as a rock again so
I told Tommy that since he was down there anyhow, he might as well give
Billy a blow job.

   I could of spent the rest of my shift fucking with those two, but I had
other things to do.



   Girls usually do what they're told and don't cause a lot of problems. 
It's just the way they are.  Sissy Pine was way beyond that.  She wanted to
please and if you even looked a little bit unhappy with her, she would
break down and cry.  I think everyone including most of the patients fucked
with her one way or the other.  About the only friend she had was the ward
dog, Barkie.  He was the most friendly dog you could imagine and thought
that Sissy was special.  I figured she owed him.

   One night I found her playing with Barkie in her room.  They seemed to
be having a good time so I decided to mess with her head.

   "You never do anything for Barkie, you lazy bitch." She was starting to
cry already.  "It's time you paid him back for being your friend."

   It took me some time to get her to take off her clothes and then get on
the floor with the dog.  Barkie had no idea what was going on and just
wanted to play.  I had Sissy give herself a hand job to let the dog get the
idea.  He finally started paying attention and was licking her pussy while
she moved her hand in and out of her slot.  She was really crying by then
and I thought she might not like having a dog lick her box.  By this time
the dog's red cock was sticking out and looked ready to go.  When I put him
on Sissy's back he tried to slam it into her pussy, but only ended up
slapping it into her legs.

   "Stick Barkie's cock into your pussy and quit messing with the dog. 
What kind of an asshole are you anyway?"

   She was crying a lot louder now, but her hand did move back and guide
the lust-crazed dog's dick into her box.  I don't think she was ready for
him to slam it to her that hard.  Her crying turned to screams for a while
and then she seemed to get into it.  I watched Barkie go for it another
three or four minutes until he came.  She found out the rest of it when the
dog's cock expanded and the two of them were stuck together on the floor. I
think it was painful but couldn't say for sure.  I figure girls are made
for that sort of thing anyway, so mostly it was just her bitching.

   Barkie was probably one of the happiest dogs around.  I told Sissy that
she was a horrible person and to make up for it she had to fuck Barkie
every night and then give him a blow job.  The dog was confused when she
tried to suck him off the first time.  I doubt if dogs give each other
head. He caught on fast and pretty soon he was following her around
everywhere she went.  It couldn't of been all that bad for her since she
made her parents buy the dog when she was finally released from care.

   Deirdre Klein had a bad chase of schizophrenia.  The doctors tried all
kinds of meds but nothing seemed to work and she stayed in a dream world
all the time.  She would cooperate with anything and go where you wanted
her to go but that was about it.  She had to be fed and dressed.  The worst
part was her pissing and shitting her clothes all the time.  She caused me
a lot of extra work so I decided she owed me.

   Since the boys came from rich families, they had plenty of money.  They
were always horny, too, so I was able to make some cash to supplement my
paycheck.  When one of the boys slipped me a few bucks I'd bring Deirdre
into his room and let him do whatever he wanted to her.  I figure she must
have been fucked and reamed more times than your average hooker.  She never
said anything about it so I must have been doing her a favor.  Sometimes
I'd move her around to five or six different rooms in a night.  A couple of
those boys were pretty kinky and she ended up with some odd bruises and
bumps.  All I had to do was put something in her chart about her falling
out of bed and no one was the wiser.

   I thought I was screwed when Herbie Rocktower's dad told me he knew I
was fixing his son up with a whore.  It turns out that he wanted to be part
of the action and was willing to pay double for the shot at some 14 year
old snatch.  Why not?  It's not like Deirdre's pussy was going to wear out
and she didn't know it happened anyway.  I saw Herbie's dad visiting about
twice a week and each time he gave me some coin and I set him up.

   There was a problem when Mr.  Rocktower got an emergency call one night.
I figured I better interrupt in case it really was important.  I didn't
think he'd mind me watching his middle aged ass thrashing some tight little
teen cunt.  Well, I was wrong in more ways than one.

   When I got into the room I saw Deirdre laying on her back which by now
was becoming a familiar place for her.  Herbie was slipping it to her and
he seemed to be having a great time.  It might have been because Deirdre
was doing it for him, or it could of been because of his father's big cock
that was jammed into his bung hole.  I had to admit that this was a new one
for me and watched them go at it for awhile.  It must of been something
they worked on because father and son had a simultaneous orgasm.  I don't
think Deirdre knew what happen.

   Deirdre helped me out in other ways.

   The shit in her bed pissed me off so I decided to see what I could do
with it to make up for my troubles.  It was fun the first couple of times I
filled her hands with shit and watched to see what she did with it. 
Painting her with shit was fun, too, but there's only so much you can do in
that medium.  My father didn't raise a dummy and it finally came to me.

   Deirdre shit her bed maybe once or twice a day.  Now that I had my plan,
I happily cleaned it up.  It wasn't real messy and just a matter of getting
used to putting the brown logs into a bed pan.

   Once I collected the nights work, I walked over to Mandy's room and
played a little game with her.

   "You worthless cunt." I pretty much thought all of the bitches were that
and it seemed to get their attention.  "You're not eating because you think
you're lower than dirt.  What did you do, fuck your old man or something?
Well, I got a better way for you to show us you're nothing but scum.  Eat
this."

   She didn't put it together at first and almost gagged when I set the pan
of warm shit in front of her.  Her brain mustn't of been working all that
well because it took her a minute to see that this was even better than not
eating.  She looked around for a spoon or fork, but when she saw me shake
my head no, she buried her face in the pan and ate like a pig.  I never got
tired of watching her do it and she seemed to like it herself.  I think she
started to acquire a taste for Deirdre's shit, or at least she didn't gag
when I gave it to her.

   Through no fault of my own.  I may have saved her life.  She started
gaining weight and after a couple of months she was up to 112 pounds.  The
doctors tried to take credit for it but, when her father showed up to bring
her home, she told him that I was the one who got her to eat and she had to
have me around or she would starve herself again.

   It didn't take him any time at all to put me on the payroll at a sizable
increase.  Since Mandy was now my only patient, I used her for all my
little pranks.  After awhile I ran out of my own ideas and had to ask some
of my friends for new ways to demean her.  Mandy was willing to do anything
as long as she felt humiliated and punished.  The list of things I got her
to do is endless but my personal favorite is when I took her downtown and
watched six bag ladies gang bang her in an alley.  I had to keep back
because those bitches smelled so bad they could hardly stand being next to
each other.  They did teach Mandy a few new tricks and after I cleaned her
up and dressed the wounds she seemed almost good as new.



   I always felt that someone like me would end up in jail for the shit I
pulled.  It didn't stop me but it was always there in the back of my mind.
It turns out I was wrong about that, too.  Mr.  Rocktower was so happy with
the way I got his daughter back to health that he didn't mind it when she
said she wanted to marry me.  It was easy to get her to do it after I told
her I couldn't think of a worse person for her to marry than me.

   We're living in a big house he bought us as a wedding present and I get
a regular check every month.  He figured it would be better for me to be
his heir since she had a history of mental illness.  I agreed and told him
I'd always be there to take care of her.  Of course once I get the money,
she'll find her ass downtown with the rest of the bag ladies.

   We've never been able to have children and that is a problem since I
wanted some heirs to torture with changing the will every time someone got
out of line.  That problem will soon be solved.  I found two eleven year
old twin girls whose parents were killed in a car accident.  After I
slipped the case worker a couple of bucks, she approved the adoption.

   I hope the two bitches are still virgins when they finally arrive here.

   The End

   Katie McN <katiemcn@cuteandcuddly.com>

   I like hearing from people who read my stories.  Send your comments to
KatieMcN@CuteAndCuddly.Com if you have time.  I answer every e mail
personally and look forward to hearing from you.

   If you would like to read more stories by me, drop by my personal web
site for all the stories and some other thing I put there for my readers:

   www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katie_McN/www/ 

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