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CHAPTER ONE
"You're just a pair of prick-teasing sluts!" Roland snapped, staring at the two nurses. "You dress up to turn us on and when we come on to you, fuck, you act like we're perverts!" He snarled and almost tore his stethoscope apart.
"I don't like obscenity, Doctor Moore," Sandra Callahan said levelly, staring back at him. "And just because Hazel and I like to dress more fashionably than the rest of the nurses, that's no reason to treat us like common whores."
"You call that fashionable?" Roland yelled, his eyes on the low-cut top of Sandra's uniform. "Fuck, you alter those things to show it all, and then act like it's nothing. If you wear your fucking hemlines that high, you're gonna get propositioned, so don't treat us like you do. Got that?"
His eyes moved to take in Hazel Doyle, but she avoided his gaze. Hazel hated this sort of thing and always hid behind her protector, Sandra. Sandra knew how to handle men. Hazel shivered, thinking it was almost a pity that she and Sandra should have been born so beautiful.
"We have work to do, Doctor Moore," Sandra said, "so please stop molesting us. And don't use words like that in front of a lady again."
She swept past Roland, and Hazel hurried after her friend, her eyes downcast. In truth, Hazel rather liked Roland. He was tall and good looking, a rather romantic figure, she thought.
But Sandra said all men were beasts, and Hazel always agreed with everything her roommate said.
Sandra was so much more worldly than Hazel. Sandra was also much tougher, could handle things that reduced Hazel to jelly. And so they had complemented each other perfectly, doing everything together. It had been Sandra who suggested altering the rather severe nursing uniforms to be more attractive, lifting the hemlines well above their knees, wearing white stockings instead of tights and opening the tops so that the curves of their tits were just showing in the white slips they now wore. Sandra even managed to find some higher heels that were comfortable to work in and also made sure that they both arrived in white five-inch pumps before changing for work.
Hazel had been nervous about all that. She knew it made them both look much more sexually attractive, particularly with her large tits and soft curvaceous figure. But even Sandra's lithe, trim figure got a real boost from the alterations.
The two of them rounded the corner and ran right into Zenda, the nursing supervisor.
Zenda was a really severe woman, her hard, good-looking face topped by black hair drawn back tightly on her head. She couldn't have been older than her mid-thirties, a fact that had made Sandra suggest to Hazel that she must have slept with the hospital management to get to the position she was in.
"Nurse Callahan, Nurse Doyle!" Zenda said harshly. "I've warned you about those uniforms. If they aren't changed by Friday, there will be severe consequences." She started to turn away.
"Forget it," Sandra said in a voice that made Hazel cringe. "I've checked the hospital rules, and what we've done is inside the guidelines. So get lost."
Slowly, Zenda turned and stared hard at Sandra and then at Hazel.
"Don't forget what I said," she snapped, and then she walked off.
Hazel was terrified and wanted to go back to the proper uniforms at once, but Sandra said Zenda couldn't touch them and talked her out of it. With Sandra to cheer her up, Hazel soon forgot about Zenda and the two of them went about their duties. Hazel was always embarrassed when one of the male patients slid his hand up her leg--as they tended to do with the short hemlines the two nurses wore--but she just slapped their hands away and got on with her job.
In fact, neither of the girls thought about Zenda's threat, even on Friday. They both had the weekend off and raced through their duties as fast as they could. They were just about ready to leave when Zenda came down to their ward.
"Take the laundry down, and then you two can go," she said.
Sandra was a bit sulky about that, but she couldn't ignore a direct instruction. "Paying us back, making us do this shit," she muttered to Hazel as they wheeled the cart into the massive basement laundry. The place seemed empty and the two of them pushed the cart to the far side at the end of the line. It was very quiet down there, only a faint hum from the air conditioning sounding among the pipes and concrete arches.
"That's done," Sandra said as they pushed the loaded cart into the line. "Let's get out of here."
Before either of them could shriek, two figures stood up and slapped laundry bags over their heads, running them down so that neither nurse could move.
"What are you--aaahhh!" Sandra screamed as she was tipped over.
Strong hands held her as rope wound around the laundry bag, trapping her even more completely.
Hazel screamed too, struggling as she was lashed into the bag and two sets of hands picked her up, carrying her with total ease. She pushed against the bag, gasping for air, struggling in futile terror.
Hazel tried to understand what was happening to them. She heard a metal door open and knew it had to be the delivery door. Then van doors opened and she was tossed onto a metal floor. Sandra landed beside her and the van doors slammed. Before they knew what was happening, the van was moving.
"Sandra, is that you?" Hazel screamed.
"Yes, what are they doing?" Sandra struggled against the ropes that bound her.
"I don't know. We've got to get out of here," Hazel sobbed, pulling at the bonds.
Because the ropes were around the bags and not around their wrists, it wasn't impossible to get free. Sandra struggled and cursed, but Hazel managed to get a hand free and push it down until she could work the bottom knot of the bag. The van speeded up, rolling along on the freeway as they wept and struggled.
"Help me!" Sandra moaned, struggling with the bag that seemed to tighten every way she twisted.
"I think I can get this knot loose," Hazel said, pulling at it, trying to get the rope to run through.
It took a long time, but finally Hazel got the long rope loose and assured the still--moaning Sandra that she could free her in a moment. She pulled at the rope, unwinding it until she could get the bag loose.
Finally, she pulled the bag up and struggled out--which was when she got her next nasty shock.
Despite the absolute quiet in the van, they weren't alone. Sitting around, bouncing with the roll of the van, were four of the young doctors who had made the most passes at Hazel and Sandra.
There was Malcolm, slim, sardonic, tall and dark, his eyes glinting behind his glasses. Greg, the broad-chested one, sat and grinned, his dark hair falling over his forehead. Chuck, who was shorter and stouter than the rest, with receding hair, sat in his chair watching the lights of the cars pass. Finally there was Kevin, the really quiet one, sitting close to the struggling Sandra, watching her with strange detachment.
"Well, get your friend free," Malcolm said.
Hazel gasped and went to her knees, acutely aware now that her uniform was open too far, that too much of her big tits were showing. Sandra had gone rigid when she heard the voices, and Hazel had a hard time with the knots around the bag her friend was in. Finally, the tangle of ropes gave way and Hazel pulled the sack off over her friend's head.
"What are you doing?" Sandra screamed, staring at the young doctors, who were all grinning at them.
"There's a mirror there-put your hair straight," Chuck said. "We want you to look your best."
"Why are you doing this?" Sandra yelled.
But the lure of the mirror was too strong. She took one look at herself and gasped in horror at the untidiness of her long brunette hair.
Feverishly, she took her hair brush as Malcolm handed it to her and put her hair right, ignoring the men in her haste.
Hazel was much more frightened. She knew something horrible was happening. But she didn't dare say a word as she brushed her lovely chestnut hair back into shape. At another instruction, the two of them fixed their makeup, and finally put the five-inch heels back on that they had come to work in.
By then, the van had left the interstate and was heading up into the hills, into woods on more remote roads until the girls heard the crunch of gravel under the tires. They sat, repeatedly asking the doctors what was happening, but never getting an answer. Finally, even Sandra gave up.
"This is kidnapping!" she snarled. "You'll go to jail for this!"
But even that didn't get a rise out of the young doctors.
The van turned and stopped. Dimly, the girls could see the bulk of a log cabin in the darkness. The driver's door slammed and a figure walked to the door, opening it.
"Okay," Malcolm said, "get them inside."
The four doctors moved fast, seizing the two nurses before they knew it. The back doors opened and a blonde girl giggled as the two nurses were pushed out of the back of the van.
"You wanna fuck these two?" the blonde pouted.
But the doctors ignored her too, picking up Hazel and Sandra and hustling them toward the cabin.
There were more things to make the girls gasp when they got inside. The cabin was all rough wood, but expensive. The ceiling was high and, in the middle of the large room, the floor was sunken and surrounded by wooden rails and pillars. More dark wooden pillars reached to the roof, and on one side a hallway led off into the darkness. On the other side was the kitchen.
But that wasn't what really made the two nurses shrink back in fear.
Roland and Zenda stood waiting for them, and Zenda had changed into something very menacing. In place of her white starched uniform, the woman now wore a tight black leather dress with a slit to the top of her thigh, showing the black tops of her mesh stockings. The stockings ran into tight knee-high boots with six-inch spiked heels. The top of the dress barely held Zenda's tits in. They were a little large for her body, but well enough proportioned. She also wore a black leather cap, pulled down over her eyes. To complete the outfit, Zenda wore tight black gloves, and in her hand she held a leather whip. Casually, she ran it through her fingers as she stared at the two cowering young nurses.
The young doctors stood the girls in the middle of the room and Kevin locked the door. They spread out, waiting. The giggly blonde wandered over to Malcolm and sat on his lap, letting her little dress ride up over her thighs.
"You like my dad's place?" Roland asked the girls mockingly. "It's miles from anywhere. You can scream for help as much as you like. Rich dads are useful, you know that? Get into plastic surgery, and you can own a place like this." He laughed. "But I don't knock my dad. I mean, he gives me this place whenever I want it." He spread his hands and leaned back against the wooden rail over the lower part of the floor.
"What are you doing to us?" Sandra snapped. "You take us straight back-you're in enough trouble already."
"Not until I've taught you some manners, slut!" Zenda said hatefully. "I told you there was going to be trouble, and this is it. You dress like that, you put out. You treat these doctors and me with a little respect. That's what you're gonna learn-both of you!"
Hazel gave a shriek and held her hand to her mouth. She wasn't quite sure what Zenda meant, but it looked as if Zenda was going to force them to have sex with all the doctors.
"Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna teach us manners?" Sandra sneered, walking closer to the dominating Zenda.
"With this. To start with." Zenda smiled nastily, holding up the whip. "And then, well, we've got a lot of things to persuade you. Go get some of them, boys."
Greg and Chuck went off down the corridor.
"And what do you think the police will say if we walk in with marks all over our bodies?" Sandra said. "Whip marks last. You know that?"
"Of course I know that. I'm an expert," Zenda said softly, and the remaining doctors chuckled. "I just gave you a week off, so you'll be fine when you get back-no marks at all."
Sandra gasped and Hazel broke into tears, suddenly realizing how trapped they were. Zenda could do that, change their working hours whenever she wanted.
"You bitch!" Sandra screamed and rushed at Zenda.
Zenda sidestepped and flung the screaming nurse to the floor. Sandra sprawled and twisted, her uniform riding right up her thighs, revealing her white stocking tops.
"You bitch, I'll have you . . . aaaahhhh!" she screamed, as the whip curled out from Zenda's hand and lashed across her upper thighs.
She turned and tried to get up, but the plaited tail of the whip lashed out again, beating a terrible welt across her inner thighs.
"Aaaahhh! You bitch, I'll . . . aaaahhh!" she wailed as the whip lashed her again, beating red lines across her white flesh.
Zenda moved with perfect skill, lashing the squirming, screaming nurse whenever she moved, beating crimson lines across her thighs and ass. Sandra's uniform was no protection at all, being so short. It was rising up and flapping out of the way, showing her white panties more than enough for Zenda to land several stinging blows on them. Sandra shrieked even louder as those lashes landed, beating lines into the material that stayed as the leather flicked away.
As her friend screamed and rolled on the carpet, Hazel stayed put, her hand over her mouth, gasping and weeping. But then Greg and Chuck came back into the room, and Hazel broke into tears.
Greg was pushing a strange device with lots of pulleys and bars on it. The base of it was a padded strip of leather and, from the back of the base a massive dildo stuck up, bouncing on the spring that held it. Behind him, Chuck carried bonds, a bulging leather case and some leather garments that struck terror into Hazel's heart. They had leather straps all over them and she could guess what they might be used for. She wept and moaned, biting her finger, her lovely face wet with tears.
"Stand up, bitch!" Zenda snapped at Sandra.
The brunette was weeping and sobbing as she lay on the carpet, rubbing her thighs, the red welts showing up perfectly on her white skin.
"Get up," Zenda repeated and lashed the whip across Sandra's thighs again.
"Aaahhh! No, no!" Sandra wailed and struggled up, standing to face her tormentors. Her brunette hair was all over the place and her strong, sensual face suddenly revealed terror. "You can't do this!"
Zenda ignored her. "Put her over the rail," she said, pointing to Hazel.
"Noooo, please, please, no, you can't, please!" Hazel screamed as Kevin and Chuck advanced on her. She pushed against them, but they were far too strong for her. They grabbed her, forced her toward the wooden rail that stood above the lower part of the floor. "Nooo, Sandra, help meeee!"
But Sandra just stood where she was, her face a picture of rage and suffering as she rubbed her ass and thighs.
"Please, nooo!" Hazel wailed, but she was forced face-down over the bar by Kevin who held her there, struggling, her ass sticking up, her uniform riding up her thighs.
"You like our party tricks?" Zenda asked Sandra, pointing to the apparatus, the clothing and the bulging bag.
Sandra didn't speak, but her eyes said volumes.
"Nooo, help meee!" Hazel screamed as Chuck grabbed her ankle and tied her foot to one of the uprights on the rail. "No, you can't, you can't, please!"
She wept and screamed, but Chuck took her other foot in the white stockings and pulled it viciously to the upright on the other side of her body. Her legs were strained painfully open as he lashed it to the wood and Kevin stopped her from getting upright again.
Then, as Hazel wailed and pleaded, Chuck took her wrists and slapped leather bonds on them, pulling them tight. Then he heaved her whole body down, so that her hands were pulled to her ankles and lashed to the same uprights.
Hazel couldn't believe it was happening to her. Now she was utterly helpless, bound tightly over the wooden rail, her ass sticking up, protected only by the last few inches of her uniform. Her stocking tops and a lot of her white thighs were visible to her perverted tormentors. What was worse was that her luscious tits were heaving out of the uniform top. Her bra still held them, but all the men could see the curves in the lacy material. Her arms and legs ached from the way she was bound, and she stared helplessly through her spread legs at the terrible group enjoying her suffering.
As Sandra stared at her in fury and terror, Zenda tossed the whip to Roland and went to the bulging bag, unzipping it and tossing the strange collection of whips and bonds onto the floor. She picked out a thin rod, at least four feet long, and tested it, bending it in her fingers until it was almost double.
"Not bad," she commented, gazing at the perfect curve of the hard rubber. "This really hurts, boys."
She grinned and turned, striding back to the bound Hazel, pulling her cap hard down over her eyes.
"Oooohh!" the little blonde who had opened the van doors simpered, sliding her hand over Malcolm's pants as she wriggled on his knees. "How about I get a cunt full of that while we watch, honey?" She grinned and unzipped her dress, revealing the pink tops of her stockings.
"Yeah!" He grinned, reaching for the buttons of her dress top. "You're a horny little bitch, you know that?"
"That's why they call me Desiree," the little blonde pouted. "Because I always want it."
She giggled and unzipped her dress, wriggling off his knees, turning for him to undo the last two buttons. She giggled again and slid the dress down her body, giving them all a good look at her delightful curves, her thrusting tits and the pink slip and panties she wore above her stockings.
Sandra was disgusted. Desiree was obviously a bleached blonde, and a real slut on top of that. It made her shiver to be in the same room as such a shameless nymphomaniac. She watched as Desiree slid her legs on either side of Malcolm's knees and he reached for the little bows on the sides of her panties.
Meanwhile Zenda ran her hand up the last few inches of Hazel's legs and pushed her uniform away, revealing the full beauty of Hazel's body.
"Fuck, that's a pair!" Kevin commented, staring at the wonderful curves of Hazel's legs in the white stockings, stretched even more wonderfully by the five-inch heels.
The tight white curves of her panties revealed the twin cheeks of her ass to perfection, particularly since her body was pulled hard down over the rail.
"Watch carefully, boys," Zenda said. "I'm gonna show you the first steps in disciplining bitches like this. Don't waste words on them until they really get the message."
"Please, what are you doing?" Hazel sobbed, staring with her upside-down view at the horror developing around her.
She could see Desiree, working Malcolm's cock out of his pants, her pink briefs lying on the floor. Sandra stood close by, her eyes down, shivering with rage and terror. And the doctors waited, staring, massive cock-bulges in the fronts of their pants.
"Fuck!" Greg gasped. "I get a hard-on every time I see either of these bitches-and now I'm gonna fuck 'em both!"
"Every fucking hole," Chuck added.
"Ready now, honey?" Desiree simpered, pulling Malcolm's cock out of his pants. "I wanna stick this thing up me. Come on, you'll come when you see this."
She pulled Malcolm up by his big thick cock and walked him over to one of the chairs. Shamelessly she spread her legs and leaned over, looking at the bound Hazel.
Malcolm stood behind her, running his hands over her ass, stroking the little nympho's white flesh. He slid his other hand up to her tits, rubbing them inside the semi-transparent top of her little pink slip.
"Mmmmnnn, honey, that's nice," Desiree purred, pushing her twin tit-mounds at his hand. "But I want your cock, baby, up my cunt. Come on, I wanna come while the bitch screams." She pushed her ass back at Malcolm's cock.
"You little fucker," he chuckled and ran his cock-head over the wet red gash of Desiree's pussy.
"Ooohhhh, baby!" Desiree sighed as her pussy was invaded by the massive thickness of Malcolm's cock. "That's what I want! Oohhh, yeaassss, gimme, honey, gimme your cock!" She moaned, pushing back against him, taking the full length of his prick into her steaming cunt.
Hazel screeched in horror, but not at the disgusting behavior of Desiree and Malcolm. For she could see the terrible, thin rod as Zenda lifted it over her helplessly stretched ass-cheeks. The thin, hard rubber trembled as it hovered in the air. Then it blurred and there was a faint swish as Zenda whipped it down, right across Hazel's stretched ass-cheeks.
The agony erupted in Hazel's ass like a volcano going off. She jerked on the rail, her ass and legs spasming, her tits heaving and falling out of her uniform top, her white bra still clinging to them. Her scream rang off the walls as the thin rubber rod whipped up from her ass, leaving a thin line of red agony across her panties and ass-flesh.
"Make sure they know who's boss at once," Zenda said over Hazel's scream, whipping the rod down again, laying another thin welt across Hazel's ass. "That way, they don't fuck you around too much."
The rubber rod lashed down once more, beating the thin line of pain across Hazel's flesh, right near the top of the tight curve of her stretched ass.
"Ahhh! Help meee!" Hazel wailed, her body throbbing with the terrible agony of the thin rod. "Noooo, uuurrrgghh!"
It whipped in again, ripping her panties part of the way across her ass. The agony burned, and the thin crimson welts were spreading with each blow, melting into each other. The rod whipped in and the bound nurse leaped like a gaffed fish, screaming her heart out as the rubber cut her skin a little and a red stain of blood crept out over her flesh.
She collapsed, jerking as another lash beat into her flesh. Then she lay there, sobbing with horror, her ass a pulped mass, her panties torn, the rough edges a little blood-stained, but also wet with her sweat.
"Right," Zenda said, turning around and pointing the rod at Sandra. "Take your uniform off, bitch."