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The Slave Nurse
(Author Unknown)

Katy was woken by Nurse Miriam the next morning.  At least she assumed it was the next morning because she could not see any details through the frosted windows of the ward but the light in them seemed low and fresh.  The ward was already busy with several bare nurse's bottoms bent over the beds.  There seem to be one nurse per patient.  Whatever its other faults, the staffing levels here were incredible, Katy thought sleepily.

    Miriam had removed the blue capsule from her mask and pulled out its gag plug, so she was able to breathe freely to shake off its effects.  Katy felt rested but hardly at ease.  Her sleep had not been a natural one.  She imagined she must have dreamed but she didn't remember any details.  Now she had to face her first full day in this insane, and yet frighteningly all too real, place.  

    She could not deny the Rectification Hospital in the physical sense without also admitting to herself that her life over the past few years could have been an illusion, which meant she might be a slave with temporary amnesia.   For the moment she had no choice but to accept it at face value.  But she did not have to like it or approve of what they did here.  She must keep her wits about her and see if anything happened to make better sense of things.

    Miriam had a plastic penis bottle with her filled with what looked like a kind stew.

    'You must eat this,' she told Katy.  'It won't taste very special but it's the usual slave feed containing all the necessary sustenance to keep you fit and healthy.  But then of course you'd know all that if you hadn't? forgotten.'

    'I really don't remember anything about it,' Katy said.

    'Then I'll have to keep explaining,' Miriam said with a wan smile.

    'Why? why put it in bottles shaped like that?' Katy asked.

    'They're standard slave bottles.'  Miriam said.  'They're made that way to remind us, each time we eat or drink, who the masters are.'

    'Men!'

    'Of course, men? and some women.  But it's harder to make a bottle spout shaped like a vulva.  A penis is, well, more masterful?  Now please eat this or I'll get into trouble?'

    And so Katy sucked and gulped the mixture out of the bottle while Miriam held it for her.  It didn't actually taste too bad and it was hot.  But thought of what it symbolised made her feel sick.

    When she had eaten, she had to go through the humiliating process of using the bed's inbuilt toilet again.  After she was done Miriam pulled out a hose that was stored above the bowl's rim and used it to give Katy an enema.  'You must always be clean and fresh up there,' she explained.  'You never know when somebody will want to make use of your back passage.  I'll put a little lubricating jelly on it as well.  That helps, believe me?'

    'I know,' Katy said miserably, thinking of ambulance man Dave.  

    After she was done Miriam gave her a wash over with warm flannels.  

    'Haven't you got any showers?  I could have a shower, couldn't I?'

    'Not until you've shown you know how to behave like a proper slave again,' Miriam told her.

    She finished by cleaning Katy's teeth for her.  Then she pushed Katy's gag plug back into place.

    'The doctors will be doing the ward round soon,' she explained.  'They'll all want to have a look at you.  And then I'll take you to your first session of the day.  I'll just leave you ready to be examined?'

    She operated the button pad at the head of the bed.  The side rails began to fold up around Katy, hinging about their centre sections and raising their ends.  As she was cuffed to the ends of the rails by her wrists and ankles, her arms and legs were pulled upwards with them.   As the rails came together her wrists and ankles almost touched and her body was folded up like a jack-knife with her legs drawn into a taut "V" shape, leaving her peering out from between her parted shins while below her pussy cleft pouted from between her stretched thighs.

    Katy began to squirm about, instinctively fighting this new humiliation. 

    Regretfully Miriam said, 'I'm sorry but I'll have to quieten you down?'  She took out a red quelling capsule and fitted it to Katy's mask.  The soporific vapour had its effect and Katy felt her resentment and anger being dulled and diluted until she hung from her frame subdued and helpless.

    'Now I'll give you your spanking quota for the day,' Miriam said.

    She unhooked her paddle and, standing by side of the bed, delivered a brisk dozen strokes across Katy's taut buttocks and the pouting mouth of the sex, making her whimper and jerk in her bonds.  It wasn't a hard beating, but it was sharp enough to make hot tears prick at the back of her eyes.  When she was done, Miriam felt the hot blushing flesh of Katy's bottom and sex mouth with satisfaction.  

    Then she leaned forward and spoke in a lower, confidential tone.  'If you want any more just let me know and I can give you another half dozen when nobody's around.'  And then more loudly she said, 'I'll be back after they've seen you?'

    Katy watched her plump rounded buttocks twinkling away down the ward in amazement.  She had a quota of spanks to be delivered each day like medicine!  Well, perhaps to hard-core slave girls it was.  And Miriam actually imagined that she might want more and had offered, no doubt out of a genuine kindly impulse, to give her an illicit bonus!  This was all total madness? or was she the one that was mad? 

    The brief stimulation of her spanking faded away and her medicated thoughts began to drift once more.  At least she had the activity in the ward to watch and help pass the time.

    Other slaves were being washed and cleaned and made to use their bed toilet pans.  She felt vague shame at watching them enduring such an intimate process but could not drag her eyes away.  If they really were true slaves, of course, then they must be used to this.  None had any privacy and expected to be looked at.  It made a kind of sense that even when they were unwell in some way, they should still be made to display their bodies for the enjoyment of others.  Or was this the life they expected all the time?  Would they feel deprived if they were not treated this way?  That was a frightening idea.

    As for herself she did not feel any familiarity with any of this.  She could not believe that she had forgotten living like this, whatever trauma she had suffered.  But then why yesterday had Adam said what he had and confirmed everything that Doctor Finlay had told her?  Could she possibly be a slave?  No, a voluntary slave.  Did that make it better or worse?

    She saw some of the other women being taken out of their beds and led out of the ward on their hands and knees by nurses holding their leashes.  A couple of others were left in their beds, but the nurses were fitting frames to them and attaching wires and clips to their bodies.  What were they doing to them?

    Katy's speculations were cut short by the appearance of a gaggle of half a dozen white coated doctors, with Finlay amongst them.  They moved along the occupied beds, examining each patient in turn and consulting amongst themselves.  When they reached Katy, Finlay explained her background.

    'Interesting case, this.  A voluntary slave for over five years, but after the trauma of an extreme reaction to an insect sting, she appears to have forgotten all about her slave life and believes in the fictitious public persona of a free woman her master created for her.  Look her over and tell me what you think?' 

    The other doctors gathered round Katy squeezing and prodding her as she hung from her bed frame.  She squirmed feebly, snuffling and whimpering as they pinched and stretched her nipples, slapped her bottom and probed the hanging mouth of her sex.

    'She certainly seems to have the responses of the uninitiated, doesn't she?' one of them said.  'She acts as though she really is resentful at being handled.'  

    'We'll have to see what we can do to cure that,' another opined.  He patted Katy on her pussy mouth in what he probably thought was a reassuring way.  'Don't you worry, girl, we'll put you right?'

    Then they moved on to the next patient.

    How could she explain to them that she didn't want to be put right?  That she wanted things to go back to the way they were, even if that was illusion!

    The doctors finally completed their round and left the ward.  Miriam reappeared.  She worked the bed pad, lowering the bed rest until it was almost flat.  Then she let Katy down until her bottom, back and head rested on the bed while her arms and legs were still stretched out and spread apart and raised at about thirty degrees.  Then she locked the pad off again.  

    'Doctor Finlay has given me some new instructions concerning your treatment,' she said as she took the red capsule from Katy's mask.  'I'm to give you regular therapy in addition to the specialist sessions you'll be receiving?'

    As Katy felt her mind clearing again, Miriam pulled the bedside curtains round.  Like many things in hospital they were in fact transparent plastic and only very slightly misted.  They didn't create much sense of privacy, merely indicating the fact that the occupant of the bed was not to be disturbed.

    'I know in your state this might not seem like a nice thing to do, but I'm sure it will help you remember.  You must have done it lots of times before.  Masters enjoy seeing their girls screwing each other?'

    As she spoke, she was stripping off her clinging white latex uniform.  In moments she was naked between her boot tops and collar.  The figure that Katy had so far seen outlined in rubber was now revealed in unadorned flesh.  Her breasts were as full and plump as they had seemed to be, capped by large pale brown nipples.  Their generous cleavage seemed to mirror the deep cleft of her pouting sex lips.

    Miriam grinned and posed for a moment, allowing Katy to look her over.

    Katy gulped.  It was impossible to deny that Miriam was very attractive and exuded sexual readiness.

    Miriam then took something from the bedside cabinet.  It was a jelly pink double-ended dildo.   One end had a long realistically shaped penis shaft while the other branched into two vertical prongs, the first in the form of a tapering pear-shaped plug, fat end upwards, and the second on the tail of the shaft resembling a ball-capped mushroom.

    As Katy looked at it in horror, Miriam got up onto the bed and knelt between Katy's spread legs.   She spread her own legs, sat back on her heels and fitted the dildo, plugging the mushroom head into her anus and the pear-shaped plug into her vagina.  It took some effort to push them inside her and she had to stretch her anal sphincter and vaginal mouth to accept them, but once they had popped up into her their tapers held them firmly in place.  This left the big pink shaft bobbing grotesquely from between her thighs.

    Miriam gave it a playful slap.  'You'll enjoy having this inside you, I promise.  Think of it as just a bit of naughty fun.'

    Katy was shaking her head desperately.  As far as she could remember, she had never had sex with any woman and did want to start now, even with one as pretty as Miriam who was doing it because she genuinely seemed to think it would help her get her mind straight.

    Miriam stroked Katy's pussy mound sympathetically, as though this was a natural way to comfort her.  Perhaps it was among slave girls.  'I know you must be confused but I have to do this to you.  If not me then it'll be somebody else.  I'll try to make it as pleasurable as I can.  Look, if you promise not to make a noise, I'll take your mask off so we can kiss properly.  Would you like that?'

    Katy's mind spun.  Would that make it any better or worse? Would it be easier just do this thing coldly or would passion help?  Did she in fact have any passion or desire inside her right this moment?  To her surprise, she realized there was a tingle in her stomach and a certain slickness in her sex lips, perhaps helped by Miriam's intimate stroking which she was still continuing.  Oh God.  Was she responding instinctively to the exposed bodies both of patients and staff all around her, not least the naked body of her very own nurse?  Was there a scent of sex hanging in the air?  There was certainly an expectation of sex.  In a place like this it must be inevitable. 

    Miriam could screw her right now whether she gave her consent or not.  At least she was doing her best to make it pleasurable, and unlike sex with a man no part of her would be inside her, only a dildo which she might even have used on herself.  

    She nodded.  Miriam pulled her gag plug out and then removed her mask.

    'Please do it quickly,' Katy begged.

    Miriam said, 'The more you let yourself go and try to enjoy it, the faster you'll cum.  That's what I've got to show Doctor Finlay: your juices all over this dildo.'

    Katy gulped.  'I'll try?'

    Miriam leaned forward, kneeling across Katy's splayed body.  She lined up the big bobbing head of the dildo with Katy's vagina mouth and fed its fat tip into her.  Then she lowered herself onto Katy's body.  Her big breasts were swinging free.  Katy could feel the heat of her as she pressed down.  Her warm soft scented flesh met Miriam's trembling body and seemed to merge with it.  Miriam's heavy globes flattened across the sharper cones of Katy's breast and their sex mouths kissed.  She shuddered as she felt their nipples sliding across each other.   Her pretty, smiling, encouraging face was above hers?

    And then Miriam thrust forward, sliding the full length of the slippery dildo into Katy.  At the same moment she kissed her passionately full on the lips, sliding her tongue deep inside her and filling her with her scent, stifling her moan of despair and surprise at the feel of a woman making love to her.  She began to rock herself forward and back across Katy's spread-eagled body, grinding their flesh together and driving the dildo up into the furthest recesses of Katy's vagina.

    Miriam rode Katy with steady thrusts, not wildly but relentlessly, stoking the hot passion within her by increments.  The hot globes of their breasts rolled and tumbled back and forth across each other, gradually getting slipperier and stickier as a film of sweat built up between them.  Katy felt her nipple crowns throbbing hard as India Rubber as they poked into Miriam's heavy breasts.   The plunging shaft of the dildo was moving more easily within her as her own lubrication began to flow copiously, spilling out about it, smearing Miriam's soft sex mouth and dribbling onto the blankets under her bottom.

    She could not help herself.  This was strange and desperately exciting, somehow intensified by her bondage in a way that was quite different from what happened to her in the ambulance.  What did that say about her?  Did she like having sex tied down or with women?  Was she reviving memories she had denied?  Was she really a natural slave or was it all down to Miriam's passionate and dominating presence?  Maybe she was a little bisexual, but might this have been something she could have discovered for herself at some point without being admitted to Rectification Hospital?

    All she knew was she was desperately aroused and excited and that any moment now she was going to? 

    She came with Miriam's lips crushed against hers and her tongue buried deep in her mouth.

    'That wasn't so bad, was it?'  Miriam gasped, still riding her.

    And then she moaned and rolled her eyes as she came as well.