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 Syn Onymous 2011

   Nurse Betty (MF, bd, sm)

   It was dark when he awoke and it took him a few moments to realize that
the sensation he was feeling was pain from head to toe.  The feeling was
constant so there was no contrast to offer moments of relief, but then he
felt the cold liquid travel through his vein and a warmth filled his chest.
He could sense movement beside him and shadows began to come into focus. 
Then he felt the restraints on his ankles and wrists and began to stir.

   "Do you know where you are?" A tiny desk lamp was flipped on and he saw
her thighs.  She was wearing a nurse's uniform, but it was unkempt and a
little dirty and looked to be fashioned from something in the 50's, but
very short, and her thighs were all he could see in this moment, and the
garter belt straps that traced down their fronts.  He couldn't speak - his
throat was so dry and sore.  She could tell he was struggling.  "Here,
drink this slowly...  you had a tube down your throat and this machine
breathing for you." She pointed with a long, dark, liquid fingernail.

   He took the cup of chipped ice gratefully and felt relief almost
immediately.  He laid back against the pillow and looked up at this nurse
that seemed almost out of place, but something of dreams.  Her
vintage-looking nurse's smock was tight around her breasts, waist, and
hips. He could see the glean of what may have been sweat between her
breasts, but it was still very dark.  He could only tell it appeared wet.

   "What happened?" he croaked.  "Shit, I have to take a piss!"

   "You know I can't let you get up", and she turned toward a table on
wheels next to her and lifted up some plastic tubing the width of a pencil
and snapped it to a bag hanging on the side of the bed.  She had long,
dark, hair and the shadows slept under her eyes and cheekbones.  He
imagined she had light eyes under her thin arched brows.

   "What is that for?" She reached down under his hospital gown and he felt
her cold hand grab his flaccid cock.  He took in his breath and he could
swear he saw a hint of a smile.

   "This is a catheter, so we can drain your bladder.  You won't be
standing up too soon.  Normally we get this in when you're out, but you
woke up too soon."

   Her hand felt like it was warming against his cock and he stirred
suddenly feeling aroused at this awkward and uncomfortable situation.  But
then a burning and pressure.  She was threading the catheter through his
urethra and into his bladder.  He could suddenly see the urine travel
through the tube and find its way to the bag strapped to the side of the
bed.  She straightened out his gown and nested her hand against the bulge
between his legs.  "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "Why am I here?" he managed.

   "You were unconscious.  You were found out on the street by your car
barely breathing.  You really overwork yourself, don't you?  You have
walking pneumonia and severe pulmonary inflammation.  We lost you a few
times."

   He exhaled after what felt like a long time.  He felt relief from having
his bladder emptied.  He could still see his urine traveling down the tube
and to the bag.

   She inched closer to him along his side.  and her face came into view.
She was breathtaking but had a glimmer of cruelty in her eyes and what he
had assumed to be sweat actually looked a lot like blood covering her chest
and the cleavage between her breasts.

   "What's that?" he gasped.  It was almost as if she forgot it was there.
She put her cold hand over his hand and then to the wrist restraint and
then traveled up to the inside of his elbow gently with her fingers and
stopped on a piece of gauze taped there.  She ripped off the gauze and he
saw a tied off IV line still in place in his vein.

   "We had to take a lot of blood, you know..." She started working on the
clip that was tying off the IV line.  "You might feel a little weak, but I
have a little secret." His blood began flowing from the line in his arm and
onto her fingers.  She touched his dry lips with a wet finger and prompted
him to taste.  "You're fucking delicious, pet." She knelt down, the side of
her skirt riding higher along her thigh.  She had various tattoos come into
view but what they were of escaped him.  Perhaps it was a map to Hell.  He
was a bit confused, sore, but aroused and he decided to just see what would
transpire.  He kept his blood-stained mouth shut.

   She turned the clipped tube and pointed it to her chest and let his
blood spurt quick and hot against her breasts and down her dress.  He could
see stains start to soak through from underneath.  The fabric was clinging
tightly to her.  She unbuttoned her dress until her bra was completely
exposed.  He could see his blood begin drying at the edges of her skin near
her shoulders and licked at the dried blood from his own cracked lips.  She
was messing with the plastic clip on his IV line again until it was
fastened and she taped a fresh piece of gauze over it.  He was utterly
silent and fascinated by the sight of his own blood on her tits.

   "Do you want to touch me?" He could only nod, wide eyed and full of
wonder.  His cock was hard and he could feel the tug of the catheter within
his erection.  This was uncomfortable and burned a little but coupled with
the excitement he was feeling, he could feel himself grow as hard as a
rock. She could see the effect this was having on him and she moved over to
the foot of his bed by his restrained ankles.

   "Just relax, I can see you are enjoying this." He began to feel a little
light headed.  He felt as though his cock would burst and that perhaps this
is why he was so dizzy, but he remembered a warming injection and his blood
all over this strange, but shockingly sexy creature's torso - a torso that
he wanted to taste.  His thoughts were growing carnal but he still stayed
reserved, unsure of what would happen next.  She put her knees up on the
bed and kneeled between his legs.  They were were strapped down slightly
parted.

   "I don't want you to squirm too much...  you understand," and a wide
grin spread like a fresh, wet gash across her face.  His heart jumped and
he felt an icicle form within the core of his body.

   She pulled the covers down above his knees and lifted the gown up over
his fully erect cock lifting the catheter so that it hung out and over
awkwardly.  She learned in and began to remove her black, lace bra.  The
edges stuck to her skin where the blood had collected and began to dry.

   "Just relax", she whispered and he could see her breasts release from
her bra.  They were large and perfect and stained with lust.  She took her
bra and brought it to his lips and fastened it over his mouth so that the
blood-stained cloth gagged him and he was unable to speak even if he chose
to.  He wanted to touch her breasts so bad and slide his fingers across her
flesh and let them slip in his sticky, cooling blood that covered her.  He
wanted to fuck her right now without knowing one more thing about her when
he already knew nothing aside from that she was some rogue, perverted
nurse. He wasn't even sure what hospital he was in.

   His cock was filled with pressure, and pre-cum began to escape and drip
over the sides of the catheter where it met his opening.  She could see his
growing excitement and was glad he wasn't a fighter and that this would be
a fulfilling venture after all.

   She leaned down and licked the head of his cock and her tongue danced
around the tip of his dick where it met the plastic tubing.  She tugged on
it a little bit while she licked the shaft of his cock.  He simultaneously
winced and moaned with pleasure.  His genitals tightened and shifted his
catheter.  She began to stroke his cock using her bloody hand.  The blood
was dry and catching his flesh and causing discomfort.  She continued to
tease him by tugging on the cath a bit more.  A fresh accumulation of urine
traveled down the tube into the bag strapped at his bedside.

   "Just let me work on you, I know exactly what to do." So many questions
burned in his mind but he was nervous, yet also fearful of breaking this
intense moment.  She straddled him and hovered over his groin.  She pulled
a tube of what looked like hospital issued lubricant from the rolling table
beside the bed and squeezed a generous amount onto her hand and closed her
fingers around it so that her hand was saturated.  Her blood stained
breasts were in full view and he lay mesmerized by how the light and shadow
danced around and under them.  She leaned forward and grabbed his cock with
her slippery hand and met his gaze eye to eye.  She licked and sucked his
lips clean and smiled, "You are fucking delicious and you're all mine." She
worked his wet cock slowly at first to get a rhythm going and he closed his
eyes and sighed through the bra in his mouth.  He was absolutely beautiful
in his submissive state.  She wanted to eat him and taste him.  She was
insatiable in her lust for pain, blood, and flesh.

   She continued to hover above him while she slid her hand even faster up
and down his cock.  All of the blood from his body was coming to the aid of
his pleasure.  He lay weak with no choice but to feel.  She beat him off
until he was squirming.  She could tell he was going to cum soon and didn't
want to miss the perfect moment.  When she felt the muscles in his penis
contract just right, she grabbed his face with her free hand hard and
forced him to keep his eyes on hers.  She then took her hand away with her
eyes locked on his and continued to pump his cock while she gripped the
catheter and yanked it out in a swift motion.  He cried out but with this
cry came a torrent of hot cum, shooting through her fist, over her breasts
and belly, and then spilled out over her fingers.  Blood from her hand
began to mix with his cum as she continued to gently massage his cock,
being careful around the head.  It was sensitive and tender from the
catheter being yanked free.

   He was panting and wide-eyed.  He was still hard so she helped herself.
She lowered herself onto his wet cock and grinded into his pelvis until she
could feel him deep inside of her.  He was exactly the perfect fit.  His
cock inside of her hit all of the right places and her clit met his pubic
bone just perfectly.

   She rode him off while her hand fished for something else on the table
beside the bed.  She pulled it closer and seemingly found what she was
searching for.  She ripped open a long, thin paper package and a fresh
scalpel was revealed.  She continued to fuck him while she pulled his gown
up the rest of the way, over his head and behind his neck, and began to
study his chest.  He could feel that she was much wetter now, but her cunt
was squeezing his cock tightly.  He was in Hell and he did not want to
leave.

   When she seemed satisfied, she positioned the scalpel tip onto his flesh
above his navel and traced a line lightly up to the bottom of his sternum.
She was very gentle, but the razor was sharp and a tiny, beaded, red line
materialized.  She then sliced upward to the left reaching his shoulder and
then repeated the same to the right.  His fresh Y incision was bleeding and
bright and a drop near the navel had grown big enough to drip to the side.

   She continued to ride him, getting firmer and faster.  She licked at his
fresh, delicate wounds until they were clean and began to bead again.  He
felt her tighten and she began to thrash.  She was fucking him harder and
faster and deeper than he imagined possible.  She began to make gashes and
nicks in his chest with each thrust and spread her other hand around the
wounds, making them sting.  He felt like he could cum again.  She bent down
again and sucked hungrily at the cuts and she began to grind in such a way
that her eyes rolled back into her head, blood tracing her lustful smile.
With this he felt himself cum again.  It was the most intense orgasm
pushing from the center of his chest and out of his cock.  The tip of his
dick was burning and the cuts on his chest were itching and aching.  He was
then flooded with utter ecstasy that felt like every nerve and cell was
cumming simultaneously.

   She lifted herself from his cock, removed the bra from his mouth, and
kissed him deeply.  His response was hesitant but the kiss was soon
returned, his soft, warm tongue tasting her mouth.

   "You will sleep well, I imagine," she said, as she saw his eyes roll
back.  He neglected to see the needle strategically placed in the IV line
in his arm.  The gauze had come off without him noticing.  She pushed the
plunger and emptied the syringe into his vein.  He felt the warmth again
while he watched her put her dress back on.  She brought over a large bowl
of water and sponge and began to clean him off.  He then let himself slip
into a dream, giving in to the drug.

   She continued to reside there in dreams as she was never seen in the
flesh again.
   --END--