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The Evil Nurse

Karla was passing the Nurses’ Lounge when she heard sobbing from within. She opened the door slowly and peaked inside. One of the candy stripers, a girl named Doris, was sprawled on one of the couches, bawling her eyes out… “What on earth is the matter, dear?” Karla said as she walked over to the girl, sitting beside her.

Doris looked up, face streaked with tears and cheap eyeliner, her mouth locked in a downward curving crescent shape. “Its…its…that girl in room 14B,” she blubbered, lip quivering, “She’s so terrible to us…she calls us names and threatens to get us fired…” Karla had only just returned from a vacation in the Bahamas, and she had this to deal with on her first day back. As of yet, she was unfamiliar with the occupant of room 14B. “Well, don’t you worry anymore,” Karla said, putting her arm around Doris’ shoulders, “I’ll drop in on…what’s her name?” “Jenna…Jenna Berkley…” Doris replied, her sobs moderately reduced, “T-thanks, Karla…”

Karla patted Doris’ cheek and strode out of the lounge purposefully in the direction of 14B. She stopped off at the Nurses’ station and examined Jenna Berkley’s chart. She was 17, apparently had a yeast infection and had been admitted at her parents’ request so that she could get “optimum care”. Well, thought, Karla, I’ll see to it that she gets taken care of… Chart in hand, Karla continued on her way to 14B from where, as she approached, she could hear music blaring. She stood in the doorway for a moment. Jenna stood at the window, her back to the door, bobbing her head jerkily to the punk music blasting out of a large radio she had placed at the foot of the bed.

“Excuse me,” Karla said in a no-nonsense monotone. Jenna was oblivious, or perhaps was ignoring her intentionally. “I said, excuse me!” Karla said louder this time, stepping into the room. Jenna turned around, a f@ck-you smirk on her face. “Yeah? Is it dinner time or something?” “That music is just a little too loud,” Karla moved towards the bed to turn down the volume, but Jenna beat her to it, adjusting the volume minutely. “Better?” she said with a sneer. “This is a hospital…” Karla started. “…Yeah, and I’m one of the patients!” Jenna snapped back, “My daddy is paying good money for me to be here, so back the f@ck up, bitch!”

Karla was momentarily startled by the girl’s foul mouth. She had expected a troublemaker, true, but this one took the cake. Karla quickly snatched the radio’s plug out of the wall socket, cutting off the music in mid-shriek. “That will be quite enough,” she said, voice tinged with menace, “Rich daddy or not, you are going to behave on my floor…savvy?” Karla advanced on the girl as if to grab her only to get a foot in her midsection. Jenna followed up with a stiff-finger jab to Karla’s diaphragm, sending the nurse sprawling backwards… “Don’t you ever try to touch me, c*nt!” Jenna snarled, crouching in anticipation of striking again.

Karla half-stumbled out the door just as Dr.Juha, the handsome young Finnish intern was approaching. “Is everything alright?” he said, placing a hand on Karla’s hip to help steady her. Karla was still catching her breath. She pointed into the room where she now saw, to her disgust, Jenna sitting innocently on the edge of the bed, radio stashed beneath it. “She…I…” Karla stammered. “Is everything alright, Jenna?” the young doctor queried, stepping into the room and leaving Karla swaying outside. “Everything’s fine, doctor,” Jenna said in a little girl voice, “I think the nice nurse slipped on something…she ran smack right into the door…” “Oh she’ll be fine,” Dr.Juha said, smiling, “And you’ll be fine, too. You get to go home tomorrow after a good night’s rest.”

Karla was thoroughly disgusted, and limped away. Doris hadn’t told her half of it. This Jenna Berkley would need a real attitude adjustment. All in good time, Karla thought, mind racing with schemes…

Karla’s shift ended at midnight. By now the requisite sedative that all the patients received would have kicked in, and she made sure that Jenna Berkley had gotten an extra dose in her dinner. She would be zoned by now. While the next shift’s nurses were still sorting themselves out in the lounge, Karla crept into Jenna’s room. She was sleeping soundly enough, mouth agape. Karla peaked back out into the hall. No one was watching. In a swift maneuver, she lifted the girl out of the bed and hustled down the hallway to exit stairs with her burden, puffing and panting with the effort. Safely inside the stairwell, Karla grabbed the girl under the arms and dragged her up the steps to the floor above…the surgical wing! No one would be there at this time of night unless an emergency case came in. Karla decided to take the chance… Karla stopped to catch her breath then continued dragging Jenna into the surgical prep room where patients were sedated and cleaned up before being taken into the OR. In a final effort, Karla heaved Jenna up onto a gurney that was always kept there.

Karla produced a hypodermic from her pocket. It contained a dose of stimulant that would rouse the slumbering Jenna just in time for her special treatment. She jabbed the needle into the girl’s hip, eliciting a grunt from her in response. Karla smiled to herself in anticipation of the fun to come. Jenna moaned softly as she began to stir. Karla in the meantime had strapped the girl’s wrists and ankles to the gurney. “W-wha?” Jenna babbled as she came around, “Where…” She blinked up at the painfully bright operatory light above her, still unsure of her surroundings or even her consciousness. “You’ve had a serious development with your infection,” Karla said, leaning down over the girl, “I’m afraid we’ll have to operate…” At that, Jenna’s awareness increased dramatically. “What are you talking about?” She said, the stimulant having brought her out of her dazed state, “I-I feel fine…” Then she saw Karla and she knew all was not kosher. Karla snapped on a pair of latex gloves then proceeded to tie her surgical mask in place.

“Hold on…” Jenna said, her voice rising to a shriek, “HOLD ON A MINUTE!” “Now there’s no need to get upset,” Karla said, turning away for a moment to pull an anesthesia trolley up to the head of the gurney, “You won’t feel a thing…well, eventually…” Jenna jerked at her restraints. She lifted her head up to scream, only to have it forced back down by a large black rubber anesthesia mask that Karla shoved onto her face. Her cries were muffled sufficiently, and Karla let her continue screaming since she hadn’t started any oxygen or gas flow yet. Jenna would smother if she kept it up. Sweat was beading on the girl’s forehead, her eyes bulging as she struggled to get air into her lungs. “Now are you going to behave?” asked Karla sarcastically.

Jenna jerked her head back and forth, but Karla’s control of the mask was total, keeping it in place despite Jenna’s struggles. When she was certain that Jenna would breathe anything she pumped to her, Karla started a low flow of oxygen and nitrous oxide. Jenna gulped the mixture without resistance, only realizing as the room began to spin that she was being gassed. It wasn’t long before her struggles subsided. “That’s a good girl,” Karla said, easing her grip on the mask slightly. Once she was sure Jenna wouldn’t offer too much resistance, she attached the mask harness and went back out into the hallway to make sure the coast was still clear. All was still. It was time for the treatment to begin in earnest.

Back in the prep room, Jenna moaned softly, her only protest now. Her eyes followed Karla’s movements, frequently fluttering as she tried to maintain focus. She mumbled something, but it was unintelligible through the thick rubber of the mask. “Its Ok…just relax…” Karla reduced the nitrous flow, flushing the mask now with oxygen. Again Jenna shook her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the mask. Karla grabbed both sides of the girl’s head, holding it steady, then stared down at her. “It’s a shame you won’t remember this come morning,” said Karla coldly, “And no doubt you’ll go back to being the same spoiled bitch that you were, but I want you to know that at this moment your life is in my hands! She released her grip on Jenna’s head and produced a hypodermic. “See this?” Karla said, tapping the hypo with her finger, “Its called curare. It will paralyze you to the point that you won’t be able to breathe without MY help…understand?”

Jenna’s eyes widened in terror, then shut tightly as she screamed with all her might. The mask muffled it sufficiently. At that, Karla jabbed the needle into Jenna’s shoulder without further ado. Again the girl screamed, but it changed quickly into more of a pathetic gurgle as her muscles began to succumb to the drug’s effects. Soon she was gasping for air. In truth, Karla had given her a small dose of the drug, just enough to induce panic…and she had achieved that quite nicely. Jenna could only stare up at her, her breathing shallow and strained. Wasting no time, Karla took the turgid rebreathing bag in hand and squeezed a lungful of oxygen into Jenna. Her trained hand continued rhythmically pumping the bladder, slow and surely. Jenna’s relief was only evident in her eyes, wide and staring but no longer rolling in abject panic.

Karla continued this for several minutes, sometimes squeezing slower, sometimes faster, just enough that Jenna was never sure when her next lungful of precious air would come. Karla knew that someone would be checking the beds soon and she had to get Jenna back. “Well, sweetie, its nite-nite time for real now. Wouldn’t want any more upset nurses on your account, now would we?” Karla whispered harshly.

She turned on the flurothane now, about 5% of the mixture, then switched over to the automatic ventilator. Jenna’s brow wrinkled slightly as the machine took over her breathing, alarmed at the mechanical precision. But within moments her eyelids began to droop, then finally close as the potent anesthetic agent took effect. So as to insure Jenna’s amnesia, Karla injected her with a light dose of sodium pentothal. She removed the mask and took a moment to look at the sleeping girl. In her present state she was almost angelic, proving that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Certain that the girl wouldn’t feel anything, Karla slapped her face for good measure. “Sweet dreams, you little cunt.”

Karla was able to return Jenna to her bed without incident, and quickly left the hospital. By the time she came back on shift the next day, Jenna had gone home. Doris was doing her rounds, bright eyed and smiling. “Well, this is certainly an improvement from yesterday,” Karla said to her.

“That awful girl went home today, you know,” Doris replied, “And it seemed like she was, well, different. No more cursing or spitting or anything like that. She seemed almost scared. One of the nurses said the girl had had a really nightmare or something last night.” “Most likely it was a bad reaction to the sedative,” Dr.Juha piped in, walking out of the nurses’ station. He looked at Karla for a moment, smiled, then continued down the hall. He stopped suddenly and turned around. Karla felt her blood run cold… “Care to join me for lunch, Doris?” The candy striper squealed in delight while Karla breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As the Dr.Juha and Doris walked away, Karla smiled wickedly then went about her duties…

February 2, 2009 - Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , ,

3 Comments »

  1. OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH i honestly wish that i could meet nurse Karla. Or should i say. I want to misbehave when nurse Karla is on duty. After reading the story of the “evil nurse” i am extremely scared as hell but soo excited at the same time. Nurse Karla where art though i have beed very bad and rude lately.

    Charl Du Plessis

    Comment by Charl Du Plessis | December 7, 2011 | Reply

  2. Reading the story of the “EVIL NURSE” for a second time really really gets me so excited and very scared at the same time. I really wish someone would control my breathing as they see fit. Nurse Karla please could you teach me a leason for being such a bad boy? I REALLY need to be taught a leason for misbehaving.

    Comment by Charl Du Plessis | December 22, 2011 | Reply

    • Karla please take care of me. I’m a bad girl… I need to have my breathing and sleep controlled .

      Comment by Melissa | September 20, 2013 | Reply


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