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December 21, 2011 Posted by | Conversations | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Medical Tables

To a lot of us in the medical fetish world, and even the BDSM world in general, there is a great appreciation for medical tables for oh so many reasons. I think the medical appeal to the medical fetishist is obvious. To the average kinkster, bondage fan, etc… I think they offer a way to get a patient or sub restrained in a way that can be incredibly restrictive and comfortable for extended periods of time. I’m not sure how many of you have ever done much with long-term restraint but for me it’s something that’s only feasibly if I, as the patient, am comfortable otherwise it’s a losing battle. I’ve gotten together some of my favorite medical tables and wanted to share why I think they would be perfect. As always I am looking for some great feedback from all of my friends and readers.

    This has always been one of my favorites. The fact that it has the large basin and drain attached means it is perfect for those of us interested in enemas and douching. It’s got an adjustable back which I feel is essential for finding the right spot for the patient to be reclined as though they’re not putting too much pressure on any one area of the body. The stirrups I have always felt help the long-term restraint by taking pressure off of the lower back and, when positioned properly, letting all pressure be taken off of the hips and muscles of the hips. That’s just an opinion though and I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts on the pros and cons of stirrups. As for the arm boards… ultimate mobility with some heavy, heavy restraint options. You simple put the patient where everything feels comfortable to them, lock it down, and they are now stuck in that position that they chose.

My next pick is one that I think handles the patient comfort aspect in a little different direction. With a table like this there are so many choices of positioning. When the patient begins to tire they are able to be adjusted and moved so many different ways that it can be done without ever letting the patient out of the restraints. And mobility would only be granted at the doctor or nurses push of a button on the remote control.

I’ve often thought that birthing chairs must be the ultimate in comfort. They seem to be so adjustable. The fact that when a birthing mother is placed in the chair, she could be there for a long period of time leads me to believe that they must be padded very well. Again, the knee crutches here are one of the key aspects.

If the patient isn’t going to need to be in a laying down position and is simple going to spend a long time in restraints I’ve always thought a dental chair could serve that purpose. We all know how adjustable they are from our own dental experiences. And let’s face it… once they adjust the headrest properly it can be pretty damn comfortable. I’m undecided on if it needs straps or chain-based restraints like in this photo. I could see how the chains would allow the patient to have a little more flexibility yet still being heavily restrained. Since immobility is more difficult as stiffness sets into the muscles and joints then a system like this may give the patient just enough movement to help prolong the experience.

And last but not least you need a good way to transport your patient to and from the patient’s room to the surgical and treatment facilitates. The best way to handle that is with a good standard gurney. They’ve got attachment points all over for nice heavy leather restraints, they usually have sides that can be raised and lower… and when they’re raised they do give a nice “cage effect” when you’re lying flat on them. Restraints are key here and I do feel they should be leather, nylon, etc… as total immobilization must be the goal. Keeping the patient unable to thrash about is all about safety as they’ll be moving through the facility typically while being on the gurney.

April 16, 2011 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Surgical weight loss… a journey AND a destination.

Life’s a journey and not a destination. We’ve all heard that so many times that it’s become a bit clichéd. But when you think about it, isn’t it really both? I mean for different people, different perspectives, and different opinions… it means something a little different for everyone. Since I’ve thrown out that little conundrum I’d like to bring up another one… one that seems to be a controversial topic for a lot of people out there. Surgical weight loss is something we’ve all heard of even if we’re not overweight. Chances are we know someone or have a friend of a friend that knows someone who has gone through something like gastric-bypass, banding, and others. It’s not really those that I want to discuss here but the overall surgery itself. It’s a polarizing topic and I am trying to understand why.

I started my weight loss journey within the last few months. I’ve been grossly overweight all of my life and, like most, I’ve tried things here and there to lose weight. To most it’s a black and white issue. If you’re overweight then stop eating so much and exercise. Well, the reality of it is that those people are right. The harsh reality of it is that those people are also wrong and that’s one reason I think this ends up being such a polarizing topic both in the obese and non-obese communities. Broken down to its simplest form one can easily say that if you are overweight that means you eat too much and you have to eat less. From a physiological standpoint that’s logical and it makes sense to everything we know about maintaining a healthy weight. For those that don’t fall into the morbidly obese category or haven’t developed any comorbidities it may be as simple as that. But for some of us it’s not the food that’s the problem and it’s not the lack of exercise. It’s the lifestyle that’s the problem. It’s learned behavior that we’ve dealt with for years and it’s become habit. No, it’s not an excuse… it’s just a reason, a theory, a starting point, etc… Ultimately every single one of us who are overweight the dissenters are correct that WE have to do something about the problem. We’re the only ones that can decide it’s the right time to go down that road. There is not a single solution out there that should be taken callously though as each person’s decision making is a little different and they have to find a method that works both for and with them. To those of you who want to say it’s just eating less and exercising more… this is where I have a major problem with you.

I’ve chosen to lose weight and modify my lifestyle to be able to make healthy choices and keep them healthy. Why is that not enough for some of you? Setting the wheels in motion you’d think would be enough. What I have found is that there is an almost cult-like feeling that taking the surgical route is making it too easy, is the simple way out, is giving up doing it on your own. Well, if you think that then chances are that’s as far as your opinion goes… it must be so easy for someone to volunteer to lay down and get their fat taken out and the next day they’re magically slim. Think I am saying that a little too drastically? Perhaps… but it’s how you react to me and my fellow companions who have made this choice. What you are not seeing is the amount of time that goes into such an undertaking both before and after the surgery. Yes, the inside of my body may be going to be physically altered to change the way I digest and absorb food but that’s not the end of it. Really it’s about mentally changing the way I approach food and so many other things in my life to make sure that I “cooperate” with the surgical changes they’re going to make to my body. In the simplest form it’s going to be a journey that lasts months and months and months. But in reality, if it’s going to work 100%, it’s something that’s going to last for the rest of my life.

So for those of you who question why I would do this to myself or those of you who think it’s the easy way out why not stop and talk to me or any number of us out there who are going through the process, have been through it, or who even just familiar with the topic. I think you’ll see something that you’re not aware of and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised. Overweight people who choose to genuinely do something about their weight problem, from the simple of portion control or counting calories all the way up to surgical intervention, are good people and we’re something on the inside that you may never see until you look past the outside. So go ahead, let me prove to you how right I am.

April 12, 2011 Posted by | Life, Weight loss | , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Just how detailed of a scene or session do you prefer?

One thing I’ve been talking about with several people lately is the idea of a scene versus the proverbial “living the lifestyle”.  It got me thinking about how we all approach this a little bit differently based on so many different factors.  I know there are many out there who prefer a quick play now and then while there are some of us that prefer to be immersed in it as much as humanly possible.  So my question to all of you is how do you live out your med play?  Do you favor just the short exam here and there, or is the exam just a tiny portion of a huge picture you’ve painted for yourself in the medical world?  I’m curious to hear everyone’s thoughts, gripes, comments, etc… as I have a feeling there are no two answers out there that are the same.

April 12, 2011 Posted by | Conversations, Fetish | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

My Very First Attempt at Writing a Fetish Story (Circa 1996)

Kelly, a sexually depraved young woman, is told by a friend about a wonderful friend she has met that is a practicing doctor. She gets his number and eventually gets around to calling him. Kelly shows up at Doug’s house, knowing that he is a lover of role-playing, and they proceed to get to know each other. After talking they decide to go ahead and engage in the activities. They go down the stairs to Doug’s basement/dungeon. Doug likes to seduce his partners with an environment of a medical examination. It is set up just like a doctor’s office. A cold, drab, scary place that is sure to turn on anyone. Doug tells Kelly to go behind the curtain and change into the gown that is laid on the table. Frightened, she walks behind the curtain, where there are various outfits ranging from simple surgical scrubs all the way to full latex catsuits. Doug preferred latex for the outfits they used due to it impervious nature. She strips down to her bare body, almost freezing because of the room and places the paper gown on her body. She comes back out into the main room where she is told to lay down on the examination table. The examination table sits right next to a very odd looking chair that Kelly is sure he uses for the same purposes. Doug, now dressed in a very professional looking lab coat, starts a full exam of every inch of her body. She can tell he has some sort of oil on his hands. It is warm and it relaxes Kelly almost to the point unconsciousness. He contuse to rub down her whole body, paying particular attention to her breasts, feeling every inch, touching it sensually, arousing both himself and Kelly. After a full examination of the front of her body, Kelly is told to turn over. She fears to ask what the doctor is going to do in case he may decide to stop. He once again rubs down every inch of her body to the point where she is relaxed totally. Even though she is in such a vulnerable position, she had never felt this way before. Reluctantly, she turns over and closes her eyes as so she is not aware of what is going on. The last thing she saw was Doug walking over to a large cabinet and some other drawers. She hears the “doctor” putting on a pair of latex rubber gloves. The snap of the rubber made her cringe. Then she felt the cold sensation of Vaseline being applied all around and in her anal area. She felt so odd and helpless here, but this is exactly what she wanted. He takes her temperature with a standard rectal thermometer just to check her reaction to having a foreign object in her rear. He place sit in almost to the point where he would have trouble removing the probe. He waits a few minutes. He finishes with the temperature after observing that it does not bother her to any high degree. He removes the thermometer and returns it to the cabinet, giving Kelly time to relax. Doug tells Kelly that he is going to give her an enema and not to worry about anything because even if she didn’t enjoy it, it would do her no harm. He removes the necessary equipment from the cabinet and chooses a small bardex nozzle so as not to frighten her and so she will have no trouble holding the solution. Kelly once again feels the sensation of the cold Vaseline being rubbed around her anal area. She takes a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the nozzle being inserted. The nozzle is then gently placed in her anus as she breaths out preparing for the rush. Just as she has accepted the feeling in her mind of what it is going to be like, Doug places the nozzle in fully and stops to let her rest. Then, the clamp is opened and the solution begins to slowly rush into her body. She has never had an enema before. And even though it’s a new experience, it pleases her to a great degree. It is such an embarrassing moment for her to feel this way, but she is always submissive at first. She like sot see for far her partner will go before she reverses roles. the enema is finished after a few minutes, but what seems like hours to Kelly, and Doug carefully inflates the bulb on the nozzle. This makes the are seal off so that there is no risk of letting the enema go. He lets her lay on the table for about 20 minutes to let the enemas take effect. He then removes the nozzle. He places his gloved finger into her anus to make sure none of the solution comes out. He also feels around slightly in the anus stimulating both of them even farther. Kelly has the sudden urge to run to the bathroom, but she is convinced by Doug to let the solution take effect. Also, she has almost no energy left because of the effect the enema had on her body. “GO behind the curtain and change out of the gown and into the catsuit on the table”, she is told by the obviously stimulated doctor. He removed his finger from her anus realizing that the enema is no longer in danger of being prematurely released. Kelly sits up on the table and slowly works for way to her feet. She’s not exactly sure what to do because she knows she will not be able to hold in the enema very much longer. Still, she decided to go along with everything and place the catsuit on. It is a clear latex catsuit that covers every inch of her body all the up to the top of her neck. As she slides into the catsuit, she can feel her whole body tense up. This is always what she had imagined. Wearing a second skin was just what she wanted right now. Since it was clear, she could see very inch of her now trembling body. the catsuit has built in gloves and boots so that it will cover completely. She zips up the back of the suit and walks around to the front of the curtain. Doug yells through a door and tells her to come into the other room. The other room is set up like a hospital operating room, so clean, so sterile. Every piece of equipment you could imagine was there. Kelly walks into the room where she notices Doug is dressed in full surgical attire, with a fresh pair of latex gloves. She once again sits down on the table. He walks over and places various devices to monitor different things such as blood pressure, heart rate, pulse, and various other items. The thought of what was going on made her lose control of her rectum and bladder. The warm feeling of liquids in the suit was a comforting one. She is now very frightened to all of the endless possibilities than might occur, but she is too caught up in the fact that she let go of the enema in the suit that she had no idea how long she would be forced to wear. She has no idea how long she will be stuck in the suit and she is embarrassed by the fact that she used the bathroom in it. TH whole time, she keeps defecating in the suit. she is laid down on the table where she is strapped down on every area of her body which in turn ceases all movement. First a strap is placed across her chest, then across her waist, then around her thighs so that her legs will still be spread apart. Her lower legs are then strapped so she has no lower body movement. A cervical collar is placed on her neck so that she cannot bend her neck. But this wasn’t good enough for Doug. He then continued and placed a strap across her forehead. She is now totally immobile. she is terrified and starting to question what is going on. But Doug just tells her not to worry about anything as he places an oxygen mask over her face. This was a little to strange for her. What was the point of oxygen? Meanwhile Kelly has gone to the bathroom again into the catsuit that is sealed all the way to her neck. She can feel the liquid running down her back and her legs. This, for some reason that she cannot grasp, stimulates her greatly. The idea of being sealed in a suit with her own excretions is too much for her to handle and she in turns achieves an orgasm. Doug starts to feel her body again, every inch that he can handle! the latex gloves slide wonderfully up and down her latex covered body. He is still in his surgical gown, cap, and mask. she is very frightened by the fact that is face is not visible to her. It just makes her uneasy. He then places a vacuum pump on an attachment on the suit and begins to remove all the air from the suit. This also removes the enema solution that is lying in the suit. The vacuum pump is left running as he unstraps her from the table. As he unstraps her he turns her over and unzips the suit and gives her another enema. He then places what looks like a plastic sleeping bag on the table. It is an inflatable body bag. He places her in the body bag and begins to seal it up. Then, darkness! She cannot see a thing. Just a small mask still on her face so that she can breathe. She then starts to feel the bag inflate! It’s get’s tighter and tighter to the point where she can now not move. She again releases the enema in the vacuumed catsuit. She falls asleep and wakes up shortly after. As she comes to, she is once again, strapped down to the table. As the oxygen she is breathing is removed, she presumes the session is over. She relaxes for a few minutes before Doug returns and tightens the straps holding her to the table. then, Doug places another mask over her nose and mouth. She is given a very mild amount of anesthesia, which because of her already weakened state, she eventually falls asleep. She soon wakes to find Doug sitting on the very table she was just strapped to. Except now, he is wearing the catsuit, full of her remnants of the enema and the fluids that have been secreted from her clit. He too is intrigued by the fecal matter touching his body. He already has an enema placed in his anus, ready for Kelly to release. Since every inch of his body is now covered by latex, the suit is airtight. But they can see inside of the suit Kelly was dressed in the surgical attire while she was asleep. But under it, she is wearing another latex suit that still covers every inch of her body. She is now the one that gets to do the operating. She decides to perform the same type of procedure with him. She straps him down to the table violently. It almost hurts him because of the tightness of the straps. He tells her what to do with all the equipment that he just used to play with her. the feeling makes him loose all function of his bladder and he urinates in his suit. He tells Kelly that he can no longer stand the enema nozzle in his anus and to release the solution. Because of the height of the bag, the solution is sent rushing into his body. It immediately starts to take effect and he feels the need to release it. She then opens the crotch of the catsuit and places a vibrator sleeve on his cock, and then seals the suit once again. the vibrator is turned on and just as he falls asleep, he has the best orgasm of his life. While he is asleep, she decides that it is time for her to leave. She doesn’t even take the catsuit off, she just leaves it on and places her clothes over top of it. However, before leaving she gives Doug another enema and another right after it. He’s holding two enemas now and the pain is just too intense to hold. He stomach is bulged out to the point that he looks pregnant./

April 22, 2010 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

When Medical Fetish and Medical Reality Collide

So many of us that have such a deep interest in the medical world seem to have moments in their lives where the fetish and reality of medicine collide. For most of us maybe that’s the yearly trip to the doctor, or the semi-annual trip to the dentist. For others it’s something more involved and deep. The point is that I think we all go through moments where we have to draw a line between the two more than we normally would just to be able to navigate a difficult situation. This particular instance is happening with me today and involves a surgery my mother is undergoing at the moment.

Now, it’s a routine thing it seems like and the outcomes are expected to be great. But, you still have that generic fear of the unknown. She’s have a lumbar laminectomy, and I’m about 99% certain that I didn’t spell that correctly. Basically they are going to fix a very small amount of spinal stenosis in her spinal column that causes some constant pain in the back and hips and legs. From the clinician point-of-view it’s a 2 hour procedure, with 2 hours in the recovery room after, and then she’ll be admitted until the next day. After that she’s home and on “light duty” for about a month. She’s allowed to drive early next week and she’s allowed to navigate steps and such as soon as she feels comfortable enough to do so. Basically it’s one of those surgeries where everything post-op seems to be very calm and collected and simple to deal with.

The problem comes in when we all start to think about all of the pieces in medical fetish we hold near and dear to our hearts. As you imagine the anesthesia, the prep, the post-op, the recovery these are all things you tend to be familiar with in the research we’ve done and the information we share with others. So, the process itself isn’t daunting. It’s just that unknown fear of something in the back of your mind that makes your stomach all uncomfortable and your heart race with unknown stress. It’s at that moment when you see the beautiful nurse walking by in her blue scrubs and blue bouffant, neatly holding her long hair in place, that you have to remind yourself that you’re here for someone else and not just for your own “viewing pleasure” for lack of a better term.

I don’t want this blog to be a rant on being able to draw lines or even as one against the negative sides to the healthcare industry. Those of you who know me know that I spend a very big portion of my business life working in healthcare and see the good and bad sides. So if it was to be a rant about that, I could go on and on about all the things I think we could do to fix the system. Instead, I want to share this with you all as a journey to understand the inter working parts and pieces of the mind of someone like myself and how I draw the lines, etc… I, as always, would appreciate any possible feedback you could give.

The alarm starts ringing at 430 AM. I know I’ve got to get to my parent’s house by 6 to be able to get my mom to the hospital by 645. I assumed I would do my normal morning routine which consists of me hitting the snooze button 2 or 3 times so that I can gradually wake up over the next 30 minutes. Not today though, my mind is racing and my stomach feeling like there are things floating around in there. It quickly awakens me and I waste some time watching some cheesy movie on TV. I head into the bathroom as usual and take care of all of that… about 45 minutes later I’m in the car and headed down the road to my parent’s house. I am really not worried about anything specific that may happen to her. I am just worried about the situation in general. It’s more or less like some primal fear that humans have… being afraid of being afraid.

645 and we pull into the valet line at the hospital. Yes, valet parking… sooooooo handy when you own an enormous SUV that can have a hell of a time fitting into downtown Pittsburgh parking lots that weren’t built in the last 10-15 years. I will give this place credit that they do have the check-in process very streamlined. We head directly to the floor where they do all of the staging for ambulatory patients and within just a few moments we’re off to the waiting room. They call her name to head to the nurse’s station to get her room assignment for all of the pre-op. I’m told to check at the reception desk automatically in 15-20 minutes and they will send me back to see her. So far so good. I arrive in her room and am pleased to see that her surgeon’s assistant is already with her doing a preliminary exam before the surgery and asking all of those annoying medical questions. I swear they seem more like a social agenda than they do medically relevant. Was waiting for just one more person to ask her if she can get around on her own (she walked into the hospital) and who was taking her home since she was unaccompanied. That one was interesting since I was sitting there in the room and she had identified me as her son. But, alas, I agreed not to turn this into a rant.

Next thing we know they are sending someone in to do the next round of checks. Another nurse with another set of records and yet the same questions she’s been asked before. Now, I will rant just a tiny bit as this woman had absolutely ZERO patience for any humor and really no bedside manner at all. She didn’t identify herself, she didn’t say why she was asking all of the same questions again. The funny part begins when she starts going over the medication list. She’s reading the names off of her pretty white sheet in her nifty little organized binder that she’s got and I am starting to wonder if she’s even literate. My mom tells her, repeatedly, that everything she takes, other than one specific drug, is all taken in the evening at around 8 o’clock and that she DID take them all yesterday. Nope, didn’t matter, this woman kept asking and didn’t even pause when my mother and I were pointing out the absurdity. So, not taking done, god only knows what vault of endless paper it’s going into, and they literally run me out of the room to get her down to the OR. So yes, I was a little ticked off at that. This idiot probably was sitting at the desk eating her Splenda bulger wheat bran muffin (I’m guessing she seems so cold because she’s constipated) and drinking her triple venti, half-and-half, soy latte instead of making her morning rounds to get everyone checked in and moving. I definitely do not have patience for people that do not do their jobs at the speed and efficiency at which I feel I do my own.

It’s about 8 o’clock and I’ve worked my way back to the reception desk where they tell me what the procedure is. I need to be in their waiting room to make sure that I get the call from the doctor when he calls to say how the surgery went. Really? A call? A phone call? This jackass is cutting someone open and then doesn’t even have the decency to come talk to their family when he’s done? OK, no problem right? I’ve got my laptop and a book with me so I look in the waiting room… and yep, it’s filled, with all of the people that brought their extended families with them to wait for their particular family member. So why not head down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. They said I could do that within the first hour so hey, why not.

The world runs on Dunkin’ Doughnuts coffee. That’s what John Goodman tells us on their television and radio commercials. Well, if it runs on their coffee then I can say we have a world full of people out there who don’t know what coffee is. It was black, and it had a slight coffee flavor to it but, with the temperature that would be generated only by the big bang, it was less than appetizing. I pick up my book and start to read hoping to pass the time. Now, common sense will tell you that I am enjoying myself sitting there watching all of the lovely women in medical attire walking by. And that would be a correct assumption. Though, I am at that point where it feels just slightly odd as a positive feeling since I’m sitting here waiting for my mom (who’s clearly my best friend) in surgery.

I wrote this a few weeks ago and never got the chance to finish it. I decided not to finish it since then just because it would defeat the purpose of capturing the feeling at the time. I did just want to make the point though that a lot of the inexperienced folks out there think that medical fetish is as simple as “getting off” by visiting the doctor. That’s just not it at all… and I hope this blog helped some people see that we tend to draw a very clean line between the two.

September 24, 2009 Posted by | Fetish, Life | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Seduced by a Surgical Nurse (Written in 2001)

I have always fantasized about being seduced by a nurse during an operation. The mere idea about being touched by the nurse while she was wearing the Operating Room attire always gave me an instant erection. The attire was to include: white nurses dress style uniform, white pantyhose, sexy white nurses clogs, a green operating room gown complete with face mask, and a pair of sterile, white latex surgical gloves with the cuffs of the gloves pulled up and over the gown cuff-ends sterile style.

Well, about two years ago I met an OR scrub nurse who was about 45 years old, me being 30. We dated a few times and knew that we wanted each other sexually. We had made love a couple times after which I confessed my nurse/OR attire fetish to her and asked her if she would fulfill this fantasy for me. She stated she would gladly do so and we agreed on a time and date. She asked what specifically I wanted her to wear and after I told her she stated she would bring the items home from work over a period of a week or so, sneaking a few items at a time. She admitted that playing nurse all gowned and gloved up sterile also turned her on and she wanted to proceed further as soon as possible. What else could I ask for! The night in question finally came, I met her at her apartment. When she greeted me at the door, she was already wearing the dress, pantyhose, and clogs. We proceeded to her bedroom and she asked that I lie down on the bed as if I was about ready to enter the OR. She also asked me to take all my clothes off and lie on the bed. I got an instant erection which she tried to act like she didn’t notice out of professional courtesy. She walked over to my bedside and said “Mr. Jones, are you ready for us to proceed with prepping you for the operation?” I let out a groan of a yes and she proceeded to get dressed in front of me. My cock was now at full attention at the mere thought of what I was about to see.

At my bedside she took out a green sterile gown packet and put it on using the sterile technique. After which she put on her mask and tied it up covering her face. Then, she took out a packet of gloves marked STERILE SURGICAL GLOVES, SIZE 6 ?. She opened the packet also using the sterile technique and stretched the glove cuffs up and over the gown cuffs while wiggling her fingers to ensure the perfect fit. She then repeated the process with the other hand until both hands were gloved up sterile. Then, she walked around the bed examining me with her hands pointed up in the air flexing her fingers in the gloves. The size 6 ? fit her perfectly tight with no air evident in the fingertips. Then, she asked if I was ready for the procedure.

She then approached my side and reached down and grabbed my penis with her gloved hand and began stroking it long and slow. As excited as I was, precum was evident on the tip of my cock which transferred to her gloves and gave a neat glistening effect. As she continued to manually stimulate my cock, the precum continued to lubricate the latex palm of her gloves. Every known and then she would stop to inspect my balls carefully rubbing them with the latex encased hands. The cool silkiness of the latex against my hard cock was incredible. I watched her and looked over her sexy surgical gown and mask as she worked me over. The tension was beginning to build inside me. As she stood beside me, I cheated and rubbed my hands up and down one of her pantyhosed legs only stopping to admire her sexy clogs on her feet.

She then advised that she wanted to give me a rectal exam. She then took out a tube of surgical lubricant and lubricated the middle finger of her hand. She then instructed me to roll over onto my back. With one gloved hand she spread my cheeks and with the other she inserted a finger into my anus checking my prostate. It felt great. After she was sure I passed that portion of the exam, she removed her finger from my anus and advised me to roll back on my back. At that point, my nurse advised that her gloves were now soiled and that she would have to discard them before continuing with the exam. She pulled off the once sterile gloves and opened a new packet and donned them sterile closed technique as before. When she was ready, she came back to my bedside with her hands point towards the ceiling and asked “Ok, are we ready to proceed again?”. I grunted yes.

She once again began to stimulate my cock with her sterile gloved hands. After a few minutes of this, I announce that I had enough and couldn’t hold it any further. She asked if she wanted to make me cum and I screamed yes. She began to stroke my cock and an amazing rate, sometimes using both gloved hands. The friction from the gloves against my hard cock caused the latex to make a noise which I loved. A few minutes later I screamed I was going to cum and I exploded all over her gloves and the front of her once sterile green OR gown. The streams of sperm were long and wet all over the front of her gown and soaked her gloves.

After I was done, she stripped off her gown and gloves and removed her mask. She stated that the operation was now complete and that I could rest. I repeated this on a regular routine basis, at one point I became the surgeon and we switched roles. That however, is another story and another time. If you would like to read that story, let me know.

April 22, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

The Interrogation (Written by an old, old friend somewhere around 1999-2000)


Mariella is tired. As she leaves the warmth of the underground the gusting wind slaps her in the face, forcing her to raise the hood of her green rubberized nylon mac, hold the cowl tight at her face and bow her head. The rain is heavy and she can see the hem of the coat darken at her feet and feel moisture seeping into the soles of her boots, watching her toecaps as each foot presses the material forward at every step and insane gusts of wind whip her coat apart to soak the nylon skirts beneath.

The walk is only a hundred meters or so but she hurries, aware that she is late and feeling uneasy lest she be barred entrance as a result. She gets to the steps of the Ministry of Correction and takes them two at a time passing the two SS women positioned on guard, stoic, grim faced in their calf length black patent trench coats and jackboots, through the doors into the marble reception area.

In the calm and quiet she lowers the hood and begins to unbuckle the coat, takes out her pass and swipes it at the turnstile next to the three women in their grey batwing collared satin uniform blouses who sit at the desk.

” In a hurry Sister?” the older woman smiles at her flirtatiously and Mariella shyly smiles in return.

The turnstile clicks and she hastens towards the lifts, her boot heels clicking on the polished stone floor and her face returns to the look of pinched worry of before.

The doors hiss open to reveal a leather garbed sire, a senior SS officer. Mariella pauses.

” Come in Sister” she growls. Mariella obeys.

She bows her head as decorum dictates, looking at the woman’s polished laced boots and her leather jodhpurs. The lift drops.

The Sire gets out after two floors have passed, Mariella waits until it reaches the lowest level. Here, far beneath the City streets it is even quieter and she feels her anxiety increase as she hurries to the changing rooms. She opens the door and a half naked woman turns towards her, Annelise. She is smiling.

” Hello Sister Mariella, just in time to help me.” And Mariella relaxes, this is the first person to talk to her today and just the sound of her voice and her smile have blown away many of the worries.

She also smiles.

” I am late.” She says shrugging out of her heavy coat, which softly crackles as she hangs it up.

” Not at all darling.” Annelise drawls. She is relaxed, beautiful, confident. A tall, slim girl with honey blonde hair, angel’s face, wide mouth and a long neck. She moves towards Mariella, dressed only in her conically cupped brassiere and pants in black rayon and a wasp waisted corset and stockings.

” Here, let me help you.” She waits until Mariella is also in corset bra and pants and then, hanging her cheap nylon dress next to her coat, she brings their uniforms. Mariella watches as she steps into the long, dark blue polished latex dress and pulls it up onto her hips and she brings their gloves, skintight thin blue latex already talced. They pull them on. Annelise now assists Mariella to dress, lacing up her own nurse’s uniform from the high, partially boned collar to the small of her back.

Mariella’s confidence increases even more as she dresses. The uniform is like a shield, the aromatic latex protecting her. The high neck and the sight of her own breasts thrusting forward the rubber glistening under the lights reassures her. The tightness of the bodice is comforting, the floor length A line skirt swishing over her stockinged legs, lined in layers of thin blue latex and rayon silk makes her feel secure.

The sleeves are tight from armpit to the light blue cuffs and also have to be laced from the elbow. The pale blue Cuban heeled Wellingtons squeak as she moves, the light blue wimples which cover their heads and frame their faces and the long dark blue latex veils, subtly strapped to their crowns and falling to the floor behind them.

Finally they both pick up and tighten their triple buckled deep blue rubberized satin belts and then their dark blue latex elbow length capes, strapped at the neck and the material whispering over breasts and arms.

They check their makeup together paying particular attention to their eyes and then fasten each other’s thin, pale blue latex yashmaks over the lower part of their faces. These act as surgical masks in some contexts but also give the girls a more menacing appearance.

Mariella adores Annelise and likes working with her, the blonde already has their schedule and leads the way to the torture chambers where they will be stationed today, her skirts slapping as she walks down the corridor to room 8.

She knocks.

” IN!”

It is bright. All the torture chambers are identically furnished. The floors are a checker board of large black and white rubber tiles. The walls are finished with white ceramic tiles, so much easier to clean. In the centre of the ten meter square room is the operating table steel and latex covered , occupied at the moment by a naked girl, her arms stretched wide and secured by thick rubber cuffs, legs high and spread far apart upon obstetric supports. At her head is a small chair where the presiding nurse sits and a table with surgical instruments, hypodermic syringes and suction tubes. Annelise swishes to this and seats herself, Mariella stands behind her.

One other women is in the room, the torturess. A sire, dressed in tight black leather trousers tucked into black patent, high heeled boots. She also wears a black silk uniform blouse and a thick belts from which hangs the steel meter long electric prod and bullwhip she appears to have been working on the girl for a little time, her blouse has been pulled open to show her vestigial breasts covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her striking, angular face with long thin nose and small mean mouth is flushed but her cropped hair is still slick with cream and perfect, like polished PVC.

” We are ready to begin again Sister.” The tall woman says, blowing cigarette smoke through her nostrils.

” Pretty, the last two were fucking bitch faced old bags.” Mariella smiles and Annelise giggles, as they are both expected to do.

” I gave her a good beating with the rubber hose and then had her whipped for an hour in the strappado – I had her arms out, dislocated I should say. One of the others put them back in “. Mariella studies the raw cuts on the girl’s body, the livid bruising, purple and black. Her breasts have been bound at the base with serrated wire and the flesh above is dark blue and black, she is likely to lose them if she lives, the nipples are huge and red.

” I’ve used the electroshock machine for the last hour or so and the bitch has passed out a few times.” She smiles evilly. ” Particularly when we put a few hundred volts thro her cuntlips, so we know she is sensitive there.”

” Now I want to go off shift in three hours at the latest because I have a little date with a pretty young secretary bird and I intend fucking her till her eyes bulge and I want the confession by then. Nothing too much, just an admission of plotting against the Sisterhood. I will give you the names she has to finger………..here.”

Mariella studies the list. Women who will be brought here too, at the moment free but soon to be punished just like this. More work for the Ministry of Correction.

” Right I want to see what I can do with a cuntscrew, never used one before. Okay?”

She does not wait for an answer……..

They begin.

Tessa asks Mariella for the equipment and she moves quickly to the shelves at the far end of the room to find the correct things and then returns to stand between the up stretched legs where the woman in black is fisting the girl.

” She’s dry.” Grunts the woman, twisting her arm within the girl.

But Mariella is not. She is aroused, now concentrating totally on the moment. She stares at the arm of the torturess, the sleeve pulled up and the glove, studded with steel pyramids with which she is punishing her victim.

She feels wetness at her cunt and adrenaline in her stomach. She leans forward.

” If you punch her there Sire the lips will swell and make the screw easier to insert” she whispers. The woman turns.

” Yes! Right” she withdraws brutally and then punches into the exposed, gaping cunt. Mariella hears a faint mew. She looks up.

Annelise is cradling the girls shaven head in the crook of her arm, face next to the ear, kissing, whispering. The girl is, of course, double gagged with an inflated ball behind a wide strap and the breathing tube and feeding tubes loop above her and dangle onto her tortured breasts.

” There!” Another punch, then another. Mariella watches the flesh slowly recoil, stippled with blood where the tips of the studs have opened them.

Mariella leans closer again and places a hand on the woman’s arm.

” You are very strong Sire please not too much or the nerves will deaden in shock”

Again the woman turns.

” You are VERY strong.” She whispers.

The woman looks into her eyes. She can see the arousal and, after all, a nurse is as much to comfort the torturer as to preserve the victim for as long as possible.

” Yeah. I’ll leave her a while. I need a break too. Know what I mean Sister?”

Mariella does and she slowly, very slowly kneels at the woman’s feet. She runs her hands over her thighs feeling the muscles beneath, the soft leather is smooth. She rakes her fingers inside her thighs and lays her head against her belly.

” Very very strong!”

” Yeah Sister, that’s right!”

Mariella deftly unbuckles the crotch flap and the aroma of the woman hits her, the silk lined surface is sticky with wetness. She lowers her yashmak and opens her mouth. She clamps it over the hot cunt sucking. The woman places her hands either side of her head and grunts.

Mariella makes her tongue long and hard and inserts it into the cleft. Presses into the sherbet tasting vagina she moves her head. More, rocking, pressing. Now she sucks at the nub, the long clitoris and the woman grunts again. She tongues, sucks, tongues……………………..

She hears movement, smells latex, knows that Annelise is now working on the woman. She knows she is kissing her, kneading her buttocks and breasts. Those hard flat muscled breasts. And she feels the woman close…………..a slap on her head. A grunt.

A yelp.

And a long shuddering………….tight hard muscles and the woman grinding herself against Mariell’a face.

She waits. Then slowly stands.

” Good little Sister!” she gets an affectionate pat on the cheek.

” Now give me the screw!”

The instrument is made of fine steel and shaped like a miniature corkscrew. Whilst Annelise returns to the slave’s head the woman takes off her gloves and with her bare fingers grasps at one labum majorum.

She presses the needle tip onto the flesh and then twists, a spurt of dark blood spurts out and the girl hisses, rigid. Mariella feels her thigh, taut with agony. The woman continues ……………..slowly…..very slowly twisting. One turn is now embedded in the cuntflesh, shredding millions of nerve ends, now two…………………slowly turning. Inexorable, appalling.

” A second!” It is Annelise. ” Come here Mariella, she has gone!”

Mariella swishes in her heavy latex to the head.

” Adrenalin, hypo please!”

Mariella supplies it.

” Now now darling you must wake up!” Annelise hisses into the girl’s ear and slaps at one of the breasts. There is a keening noise and the girl jolts. Her eyes open tears running down her cheeks.

” Yes darling…………..poor thing . Did the nasty woman hurt you pet? Auntie knows how to make it better………….there.” She kisses the girls ear and strokes at her face, the eyes, once wide in terror begin to relax.

” Yes darling you trust me, don’t you. Believe me” she whispers ” I WILL help you. These mad bitches want to hurt you but I can stop the pain. I can help. You do believe me my darling girl, don’t you”

Imperceptibly almost the girl nods.

” Oh good, good girl.!” Annelise tenderly wipes the tears from the tortured girl’s face. Standing, kissing her cheeks and eyelids.

She unstraps her small cape at the neck, takes it off and lays it over the victim’s body, covering her face.

Unseen she walks to the tortures.

” Mistress may I suggest something?”

” Yeah?”

” Mistress will need to finish this, perhaps if the girl is ungagged I may be able to get her confession now.”

” But I want to finish with the screw….”

” Of course Mistress, but with the confession you might be able to carry out whatever you wish with less pressure, enjoy the procedure a little more………..and I want to try some things you may not have seen yet. The red hot speculum for instance?”

The woman licks her lips.

” Sure.”

Annelise motions to Mariella.

” Ungag her and give her a little water. When she has confessed I will give her enough adrenaline to keep her conscious for days whatever the pain. I want the wire cut and you know what that will do, Mistress will continue with her cunt whilst we do it. Yes?”

” Annelise, you are terrible!” Mariella giggles, feeling cuntcream oozing from her at the prospect.

“Good”

Annelise takes the list and sits again, cooing as she removes her cape.

” I have managed to do it for you my darling, because Auntie loves you and only wants to stop this pain. It is terrible isn’t it?”

The girl blinks.

” Now Auntie is going to take off the gag and give you a little water, then you must promise to say what Auntie wants you to say. You will won’t you?”

The girl blinks again.

” Oh good girl, and then Auntie will stop the pain. I promise and then I can help you, soothe the pain away.” She strokes the prisoner’s cheek.

” For I am a nurse and I can take all that pain away with a little needle………………….see, this one here. When you have confessed I will give my little darling the injection if she wants and all the pain will stop, won’t that be nice ?”

The girl is crying again. Annelise smiles down at her and then turns to grin at Mariella.

” Very well. Nurse, remove the gags please.”

April 22, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Visit (Written by me in 1997)

Don Hall was a young man, about twenty years old. He’s a very successful student and a very active guy. He’s always had friends, but never any real close ones. And he’s never had any close relations especially with women. He really hasn’t been feeling too well lately so he decides to go and see the doctor to get a checkup. He’s still new to this new college town so he is not familiar with any of the physicians. Especially the one he chose to see—Dr. Malone.

After sitting in the waiting room for some time, the receptionist decides to get him to do all the paper work that needs to be done. This is exactly the kind of crap Don hates to deal with. Just bureaucratic bullshit! He hates this crap and begins to feel even more uptight about seeing Dr. Malone. A large nurse, wearing a greenish shirt and matching pants steps through the doorway. “Don Hall please.” With little hesitation, Don gets up and walks to the door. “Come with me please.” Don follows. She leads him down a long hallway to an exam room that is unoccupied. “Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” “Okay, thanks”, Don utters softly.

As expected he is looking all around the room. Obviously wondering what is behind every cabinet and in every drawer. Then there is a knock at the door and in walks a beautiful woman. “Damn it, another nurse”, he thinks. “Hi, I’m Dr. Malone.” Don was expecting an older man, but not this goddess of a woman. She was very tall. Taller than Don by a few inches. She had long, light brown hair, incredible breasts, and the perfect body size. “What seems to be the problem?”, she asked. “Well, I just haven’t been feeling right lately. I’ve been kind of down about things and real irritable lately. And physically I haven’t been feeling the greatest either.” “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Probably about a month or so now.” “Okay then, let’s see what’s going on.” She takes his blood pressure and pulse and is clearly not pleased with the results. She then takes his temperature in his mouth and notes all the results on his chart. “Well, I’ve got good and bad news for you. What first?” “The bad I guess”, he says reluctantly. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to check you in to the hospital for some tests.” “And the good news is that you’re kidding right?”, Don says with a little uncertainty in his voice. “No, the good news is that I am almost sure that I can treat you.” But I can’t…” “Yes you can. I am calling to make the necessary arrangements. When you leave here I would like you to go over there and get all checked in.” “Well, if I have to then I will, but what is wrong?” “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing too serious. We’ll get it all worked out.”

Don leaves the office and is really worrying that something is terribly wrong. He is almost sick to his stomach when he arrives at the hospital. After doing all the paper work and other crap at the registration desk, he is told to go and have a seat in the waiting room. He’s got his head buried in a magazine when he hears a voice in the doorway. “Donald Hall.” “Yes?” “Come with me please. We’re going to get you up to your room and get you settled. Dr. Malone will be in later this afternoon.” She takes him to a room on the very top floor of the hospital. He is puzzled by the fact that this wing of the hospital is almost empty. The rest of the wing is just filled with a bunch of closed doors. “Here you go. Just change into he gown on the bed and you can put all your personal belongings in the cabinet next to the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He still has no clue about what is going on as he changes into the gown. Still very unsure and uptight about the situation, he sits on the bed and tries to calm down.

This time a different nurse comes in and tells Don to just relax and get comfortable until the doctor arrives. “What section of the hospital is this?” The nurse slowly replies, “These are all Dr. Malone’s patients.” “what do you mean?” “Please just lay back and relax.” She then hurries out the door.

Dr. Malone finally shows up about an hour later. “How are you feeling Don?” “Well, fine I guess but I really want to know what’s going on!” “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take great care of you here. We’re going to get you down into an exam room and run some tests.” Another nurse walks into the room. “This is Nurse Kelly. She’ll be assisting me today.” Two orderlies come in pushing a gurney. “Go ahead and slide over here and we’ll get you down to your room.” The two men help Don over onto the gurney and they begin to roll him down the hall. As they get to the exam room they then help him up onto the exam table. “Just sit tight and someone will be right with you.”

Nurse Kelly walks into the room by herself. She is wearing a long, green, surgical-type gown and a cap that covers all her long brown hair. Around her neck is a mask loosely tied around it. As she walks in another nurse, also totally covered by gown, cap, and mask, walks in pushing a very large cart that is covered with a few drapes. Hiding whatever is on it from sight. “You can leave now Nurse, the Dr. And I can handle this one.” The other nurse then quickly leaves the room. She walks over to where Don is sitting on the table and unties the back of his gown. “What is that for?” “Please just cooperate with me.” “Please let me leave it on.” “It has to come off and if you’re not going to cooperate with me, I’ll make sure it comes off and stays off!” Slowly Don starts to pull the gown off and notices that Kelly is now tying her mask up over her nose and mouth. He then hears a snap and notices that she also has put on a pair of latex gloves. As she walks back to the table she starts massaging every inch of his body to get him to try to relax. The feeling of her gloved hands starts to give him a slight erection. “Roll over please.” “Excuse me?” “Roll over onto your front side please,” she says sternly. She then gets a tube of lubricant from he cart and squeezes some onto her gloved finger. She starts to rub it all over his anus and then shoves her fingers up inside as far as they can go. She then grabs a thermometer from the cart and works it slowly into place. Don has no clue what to think so he just lays there very still and very quiet. She removes the thermometer after a few minutes, just as Dr. Malone walks in. She is also totally covered. The only way Don knows who it is was because of her great height. “Temperature looks normal but there were some severe blockages that I could feel. What would you like to do?” Colonic irrigation would seem to be the trick.” “I agree.” “Have you ever had an enema Don?” “A what!”, as he looks over at the two of them. “What for?” “It’s just part of the treatment I have ordered.” “I refuse to stay here any longer!” “Okay then. Just please relax and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.” The doctor casually nods to the nurse and she quietly prepares a syringe with a light sedative in it. Dr. Malone and Don are trying to work out their differences to each other when he feels a prick in his arm. “Relax Mr. Hall. This will take affect very quickly.” He jumps off of the table and tries to run for the door but the drug is already starting to take affect. He collapses to the floor.

When he wakes up, he is back on the exam table. This time he is strapped down very tightly. He has a cervical collar around his neck and a strap across his forehead. Also there is one across his chest, one across his waist, one around each thigh and one around each ankle. There were also restraints around his wrist. He absolutely couldn’t move. They also had placed a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. After they had him in place, they placed a large double bardex nozzle in his ass and had all the vacuum lines in place for the colonic. “You wouldn’t do it the easy way, so now you’ll have to do it our way. Just relax and the treatment will be over real soon.” Since Don is fighting against the restraints, the doctor tells Nurse Kelly to turn on some laughing gas. The gas won’t knock him out but we’ll make him space out to what is going on. He has no choice but to just accept the enema. After about 4 quarts have been pumped into him, he obviously looks like he is pregnant from all the water. It is now time to remove the solution. The water is very soapy so he is starting to crap very seriously.

“We’re gonna be done here in just a few more minutes.” She then inserts a very large suppository in his ass and places him in a diaper. She removes the mask from his face and says, “We’ll see you in the morning”. The nurse then injects him with another strong sedative. As he is drifting off to sleep, the orderlies are putting him back on the gurney.

He wakes up many hours later this time on what he thinks is an operating room table. He is still tied down but the restraints have been loosened. The Doctor and Nurse walk in followed by a few more nurses. All of them are wearing clear latex suits under their gowns. They are so shiny and you can see through the parts that are not covered by the gowns. “How are you feeling?” Don does not know how to answer. One of the nurses comes over and starts to put an IV in his arm. They then take his arms and strap them down to the armboards to the sides of the table. As this is happening, two other nurses are putting his feet up in the stirrups and pulling his knees almost up to his chest. His legs are then strapped down again. Some more tubes are once again placed in his ass but he is helpless to fight it. They place a mask over his face again as they re hooking him up to different heart monitors and such. He cannot see the nurses faces because they are all covered by their masks. He is totally naked on the table, not even a blanket covering him. One of the nurse leans over him from the top and places a cold stethoscope on his chest. Another takes his blood pressure. “Nice just relax, and this will be over very shortly.” The nurses then injects something into his IV, and he feels himself slowly falling asleep. When he wakes up he is in the same room, but now he is clothed. Only by a diaper. The nurse have put him in a diaper and have left him on the table. Then, he hears the doors open. The nurse are walking in again, still fully covered. One walks over and rips off his diaper. The other injects him with a very light sedative just enough to make him a little drowsy, but still conscious. Then, they start playing with his cock. Rubbing it up and down and squeezing it. Don is helpless to fight back! One nurse, slowly climbs on top of him, and begins to violently rape him. He tries to yell out, but no one can hear him. Finally, all eight of the nurses have taken their turn on top of him. Just as they are finished, he is knocked out again.

When Don comes to, he is lying in a hospital bed back in his room. “Hello sleepy head.” Dr. Malone has returned. We can’t seem to find anything wrong with you. But if you could come back next weekend, we will need to run some more tests.,

April 22, 2009 Posted by | Fetish | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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…

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