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Nurse Bethany In Bondage by Reese Gabriel Ebook ordering Copyrighted © 2003, all rights reserved.

Nurse Bethany's Indoctrination 

            Doctor Taylor was already waiting for her in the OR, none too pleased with her tardiness.

            “I’m sorry, sir,” she apologized hastily, wondering how he’d managed to beat her here.  “I was orienting a nursing student and. . .”

            “No, excuses, Nurse Collier.  You may expect punishment.”

            She looked at Taylor’s hand, in which he was holding a nylon strap, of the sort used to tie down patients.  “I don’t understand, sir.”

            “You are still clothed, Nurse Collier,” he reminded her.  “For every second you remain so, you only increase your own suffering.”

            Bethy did not like the sound of that word one bit, any more than she did the look of the strap.  Unless she missed her guess, he intended to use it on her.  “Doctor, I have my rights.  If you touch me, I’ll scream for the police.”

            “That would be most foolish,” he said with ill-disguised contempt.  “Surely even a simple-minded female such as yourself can follow the logic of cause and effect.  If you cause me the slightest bit of trouble I will have you declared incompetent and thrown into the psych ward.  After which you will find yourself with no employment options except for peddling that sluttish little body of yours on the street.  Now for the last time, get that uniform off, and for your sake you’d better have worn proper underwear like Clark told you.”

            Put firmly in her place, Bethy removed her shoes and socks as well as the top and bottoms of her pajama-like nursing uniform.

            “Stand up straight,” the doctor snapped.  “Hands at your sides.  Suck in that gut, thrust out those breasts.  Your posture is terrible.  You’ll ruin your spine that way.  And why are you shivering so much?”

            “It’s so cold,” she offered meekly, teeth chattering.

            “Nonsense,” he scorned.  “You sluts are forever whining about every little thing.  In the winter I swim forty-degree waters on a daily basis.   You need discipline, the lot of you.”

            “Y-yes, sir,” she replied when she saw that he was looking at her intently, expecting some form of response.

            “You may thank me in advance for disciplining you.”

            “T-thank you, sir.”

            “That underwear is all wrong for you,” he noted, pulling a pair of latex gloves from a drawer beneath the stainless steel counter.  “You’re trying to look like some sort of jet-setting career woman instead of the cheap little tart you obviously are.  Tomorrow,” he snapped them on one by one.  “I expect you to be wearing a camisole and a g-string.  Turn around now, and face the wall.”

            She did so, her heart pounding.  With his gloved fingers, he undid the strap of her bra, allowing the racy silk garment to fall to the floor.

            “I don’t ever want to hear you talking all high and mighty about the ICU or any other posting, is that clear?  You exist for one purpose in this hospital-to serve us as sex animals and beasts of burden.”

            Bethy moaned helplessly as the doctor cupped her breasts from behind, massaging the naked flesh with his slick, latex covered hands. “Please, doctor, I-I have a boyfriend.”

            “I can assure you, nurse,” snorted Taylor, inserting a plastic coated finger into the waistband of her panties, just above the crack of her ass.  “ I am neither a boy nor a friend.”

            Employing his significant anatomical skills, he quickly found both her anal opening and her vaginal one, working them both at once.  Bethy was like butter in his hands, the twin sensations of the pressure in her anus and the hot, flittering of his index finger over her clitoris working her to a lather of fevered submission.

            “Oh, doctor,” she confessed breathless, unable to resist moving herself shamelessly against him.  “No one’s ever…done this for me…before.”

            “This?” he seemed genuinely surprised.  “But this is child’s play.  You mean to say your boyfriend can’t even manage this much for you?  Poor little Nurse Bethany.  Let’s get you bent over the operating table and see what we can do.  Sans panties, if you please.”

            Bethy took down her underwear, stepping out of them for the doctor.  Naked now, she walked to the operating table.  The sight of the cold metal filled her with dread.  To lay herself down, she’d have to press her breasts to the surface, not to mention exposing her cunt and ass to the man’s whims.

            “Please, sir,” she looked over her shoulder, “isn’t there another way?”

            The nylon strap sailed through the air landing red hot on her hip. 

            Bethy yelped in surprised protest, scarce believing a man could really do this to her.

“That was but a small taste,” the doctor informed her,  “of the pain I am capable of delivering should you fail to obey me.”

“B-but, I’m afraid, sir,” she dared to look in his eyes.

Bethany saw no pity in them.

            The smile crossing his lips was small and thin, like a snake.  “You should be, nurse.  You should be very afraid.”

            The pretty blonde nurse swallowed hard.  In that moment she knew she would never disobey this man again, no matter what he commanded her to do.  The steel table was worse than she imagined.  With a loud whimper, she surrendered her engorged nipples to the smooth, icy surface.  Sliding her pelvis directly against the metal edge, she could do little more than wait, her sensitized, dangerously aroused body completely at the man’s mercy.

            Doctor Taylor delivered a punishing blow across the middle of both cheeks.  “I am going to impose a lesson,” he told her.  “One that will, we hope, stay with you for some time.  Don’t be fooled,” he struck her again, “by Doctor Clark’s laxity.  There are far more rules to be followed than you can yet imagine.”

            Bethy’s behind burned raw and hot.  The man’s aim was good and he was showing no mercy.  Hard as it was to conceive, she found herself wishing she could kneel and service the man, if only to get him to stop strapping her.  “Please, sir, it hurts so much.”

            “All the more reason to listen attentively, don’t you think?”  Doctor Taylor moved in closer, replacing the strap with his fingers.  Once more he was inside her, probing, invading.  “We own you, Nurse Bethany.  It’s that simple.  Keep this in mind and all the other rules will follow more or less logically.”

            Bethy squirmed, feeling like a stuck pig.  She didn’t want to move for the man, didn’t want to react as if she enjoyed this degrading treatment and yet she couldn’t deny her body’s treasonous responses.

            “Our little cabal will be known to you in time.  For now you will recognize us by the green pins we wear on our lapels.  Ostensibly we are an informal medical society, but our true purpose is the exploitation of young women such as yourself.”

            “I. . .I don’t want any trouble,” she told him, remembering Diane’s words.  “I’ll cooperate as best I can.”

            Doctor Taylor was masturbating her blatantly.  “It makes no difference to us what you do, Nurse Bethany.  In fact, we derive our greatest pleasure from breaking proud, resistant spirits like yours.”

            “Doctor,” moaned Bethy.  “I’m going to come.”

            He slapped her ass.  Hard.  “Permission denied.  A naughty little slut like you doesn’t deserve that kind of pleasure.”

            She clenched her fists.  It was too much to bear.  The man was going to split her apart with this mix of bliss and agony.

            Very slowly now, and with immeasurable cruelty, Doctor Taylor resumed teasing her clitoris.  “You will obey any of us without question.  The mere sight of the green pin will be your signal to surrender your will entirely.  Is this understood?”

            “Y. . .yes,” she sputtered, the room spinning with terrible, erotic ferocity, her release just out of reach.

            “It isn’t only in here that you may be abused.  Anywhere in the hospital is fair game.  You may also be taken off premises.  If I were you, I would count on a vast diminution in my free time.”

            This last phrase set off alarm bells.  What did he mean off-premises?  Hadn’t Diane said that their power extended only over working hours and that she herself went home to serve her husband every night?

            “Also, you may be loaned out.  You have no rights to veto this, and if a doctor gives you to another you will obey that person just as if it were the doctor himself commanding you.”

            “P. . .please, Doctor Taylor, I. . .I can’t hold back.”

            “If you orgasm now you will spend a night in the sensory deprivation tank.  I will also see to it you are docked two weeks pay for insubordination.”

            “Yes, doctor,” she sobbed, beginning to understand just how completely this man and his cronies now controlled her life.

            “Tell me about this boyfriend of yours.  Do you live with him?”

            “Yes, doctor.”

            “You are in love with him?”

            “I am, sir.”

            “But he doesn’t own you, does he?”

            “N . . .n. . .no,” she shuddered as he sunk a second finger deep into her sopping wet pussy, the latex-covered digit making an audible squishing sound as it achieved penetration.

            “Who owns you, Nurse Bethany?”

            “Y. . .you do, doctor.”

            “The society,” he corrected.  “Your body is our property.  We will have you marked to that effect shortly.”

            Bethy swooned.  “Marked, s. . .sir.”    

“The emblem of our organization,” he slapped her throbbing thigh as though he did indeed own it.  “Will be placed here, along with your acquisition number.  We have a tattoo artist who is quite discrete.”

            Here was another thing Diane had left out.  Was there much more she’d not been told about their status as ‘chosen’ nurses?

            “Mrs. Norman,” she blurted, regretting instantly her decision to talk back, “didn’t say anything about that.”

            Taylor replaced his finger with a pair of forceps, icy cold and terrifyingly invasive.  “Nurse Norman is told what she needs to know to run her department.  As long as she spreads her legs and keeps her mouth shut she gets to keep her job.  What we do with the fresh meat she supplies is our business.”

            Much as she hated it, Bethy was responding, her pussy liquefying to the touch of the steel, so potentially dangerous and yet so delicious at the same time.  “Yes,” she gasped.  “Doctor.”

“I’ve studied your medical history,” he said, his voice eerily calm despite the brutality of his actions.  “You are free of communicable diseases, including AIDS.  You will stay that way by having intercourse only with men of our choosing.”

            “But that information is confidential,” she exclaimed, sounding every bit the desperate, tortured woman she was.

            Taylor applied his fingers expertly, spreading her lips so as to expose the delicate bit of clitoral flesh to the pincer-like tips of the forceps.

            “Nothing about you is secret from us,” he clamped her clit, stretching it just hard enough to make her cry for mercy.  “We know all about your boyfriend, too.  Quite the health freak, isn’t he?  Just make sure his cock doesn’t wander. From this point on, he is to copulate with you alone.  Mustn’t have our little germ-free apple cart upset with foreign vaginas, you know.  If he does stray, by the way, I can promise you I’ll have the man’s penis on my shelf pickling in formaldehyde, quicker than you can say malpractice.”

            “Don’t hurt Randy,” she managed in spite of her own pain.  “I’ll do anything!”

            “Yes,” he agreed, his voice chilling her to the bone.  “You will.  To begin with, you may beg me to fuck you.”

            The sex juices poured out of her unbidden.  “Please, Doctor, I beg you to fuck me.”

            “No,” he declined.  “Your vagina is a cesspool.  I’ll bet you’ve had a hundred cocks in there.  A thousand.”

            “No, I haven’t, sir.”

            “How many then?”

            “Ten, doctor.”

            “Is that the truth?”

            “I th. . . think so.  There was a time…I was drunk.  It might have been eleven.”

            Something cold and cylindrical was pushing at the opening to her buttocks.  “Beg me to rape your ass with this calibrator.”

            “Doctor, oh god, I can’t…”

            He twisted the forceps in her vagina, leaving no choice.

            “I beg you,” she conceded.  “Rape my ass.”

            “You are a whore, Nurse Collier.  A slut; fit only to be our sex slave.”

            “Yes, doctor.”

            “Take it deep, slut.”

            Bethany relaxed her anal muscles, allowing him to push the object up inside her virgin asshole.

“Show me how much you want to cooperate,” he demanded.  “Don’t just lay there.  You’re a slut.  Act like one.”

            Bethy began to writhe beneath him.  It wasn’t hard, because she really was aroused.  Cruel and brutal as this man was, he was doing things to her body, things not even Randy had come close to before.

            In fact, she doubted it could qualify as rape at all because if he were to stop, she would only want him to start back up again.

            “You have a tight little vagina,” observed the doctor.  “Perhaps you’re not as well traveled after all.  I expect a completed sexual history on my desk by tomorrow.  You will include all pertinent details, the number of times with each partner, particular positions and whether or not you had an orgasm.”

            Bethy wasn’t sure all that information was pertinent, but what could she say to the man without appearing to be recalcitrant once again?

            “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

            “Eighteen, sir.”

            “You imagined you were in love, I suppose?”

            “Very much, doctor.”  Bethy had to wince as he thrust the instrument another inch deeper.

            “There’s no such thing for tramps like you,” he sneered.  “You understand one thing.  Arousal through domination.  You are all bitches in heat, no more.”

            “Yes, doctor.”  Bethy wondered what experiences this man had had to reach such female unfriendly conclusions.

            “You’ll learn that I’m in charge around here, Nurse Collier.”  Taylor released her clit and put down the forceps.  “Obey me and I will show you various small kindnesses as befitting a woman.”

            “Yes, doctor.”  He was stroking her now, his fingers like a lover’s.  She tensed, fearing it was a trap to make her come.

            “As I said, there are rules.  You will be subjected to daily urine and blood tests.  And I will personally inspect your underwear before each shift.  If it is unsatisfactory, you will be physically disciplined and work your shift with no under coverings at all, as you discovered yesterday.  Your intake of food and beverage will also be monitored and controlled.”

            Bethy was beyond reason.  Her poor swollen, over sensitized cunt could not hold on.  “I need to come, doctor.  Please, may I come?”

            “To whom do you belong?” he stalled her.

            “I am yours, and the society’s.”

            A moment later he allowed Bethy to orgasm.  She could hear him behind her, grunting, as if he were pleasuring himself.  Sure enough, when she’d subsided from her own peak, she turned round to see that he had masturbated into a rubber.

“It’s in the little things,” he commented, handing it to her.  “That one most exercises power over a woman.”

            Bethy was unsure at first what to do but then she realized he wanted her to eat it.   She did so, squeezing the contents into her mouth, like some exotic jelly.  The outside tasted of her own sex, a slick, heated reminder of her own complicity.

            “Clean the table,” he ordered finally, when she had sucked enough sperm from the used condom to satisfy him.

            Sweat-covered, sore and violated, Nurse Bethany was made to lick her juices from the stainless steel table and afterwards to disinfect it.  Only when he had inspected it and given his approval, was she allowed to dress.

            The whole time she did so, he watched her, denying her even a scrap of privacy.

            “Tomorrow you will come here at ten pm,” he instructed as she put her hands behind her back to strap on the bra.  “And you will bring the other girl with you.”

            Bethy felt the blood drain from her face.  “Maureen?” she gasped, horrified at the idea the younger, idealistic woman should witness such debauchery.  “But she’s only a student.”

            “She needs to learn sometime, doesn’t she?”  Taylor lifted her chin, compelling eye contact.  “Bring her, Nurse Bethany,” he said significantly.

            Bethy averted his gaze.  She no longer felt able or willing to endure their power.

            “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, looking down at her bare feet as he released her.

            “Good girl,” he winked.  “And you be sure to give my regards to Randy tonight.  Hopefully he’ll appreciate my artwork on your backside.  Good lick making up a story to explain it.”

            Bethany waited till he was gone to collapse to the floor, her head in her hands.  For the better part of half an hour, she did nothing but cry.  It was Claudette who found her.

            “Come on, sweetie.  Put your clothes on and let’s get you out of here.”

            Bethy dressed shakily, feeling like she was in some kind of dream, the bad kind from which she’d awake any moment now.  When she’d gotten herself reasonably together, the woman gathered her protectively and shepherded her from the darkened room, finding a secluded examining room where Bethy could fix her hair and make up.