Raquel's Tales

Of Perverse Delights

Nurse Cruelty's Christmas

By Raquel Silestra

(Castration, Mutilation, Torture, Snuff, Pedo, etc.)

WARNING: Don't read this story if you are under 18 years of age or offended by any of the above topics. The author does not condone anything illegal. Abide by all the laws that apply to your locality and country. This story is based on ITV's hit British TV show "The Royal", focusing specifically on the character of Nurse Catherine Deane (beautifully portrayed by the lovely actress Amelia Curtis). I ordinarily prefer to write lesbian stories, but I'm sure someone will enjoy this tale. Now that all that is said and done, if you aren't offended by children being molested and brutally murdered, or incest, shit eating, or disgusting practices, or lesbianism, or smoking, or anything at all, then you may read on, and please - enjoy!

Part One

Nurse Catherine Deane, a young blonde British mum and full-time nurse (and a widow), was on night shift duty at the Royal. It was December 23rd. Her new man Adam (or Mr. Carnegie, as he was known whilst on duty) was at home, giving a right good drunken Irish beating and raping to Catherine's traumatized eight-year-old daughter Frannie. With Christmas nearly here, Catherine knew that there were more than a few children, either ill or recuperating, who would be spending their Christmas here in hospital, and could use a good cheering up.

Catherine grinned to herself. She would make sure that all of her young patients had a Christmas they would never forget...one utterly devoid of cheer, that is...

Her maiden-name was Cruelty, and it fit her (though you would never think it, to look at her). Stubbing out her cigarette, Catherine walked inside and entered the children's ward that she was in charge of.

The few lamps left on during the night were dimmed, melding with the dark to bathe the room in a comforting dusk. Looking at the chart of a six year old boy who was being kept overnight by Dr. Jill Weatherill for observation, Catherine shook her head. Dr. Weatherill had recently become pregnant, and another doctor (Dr. McCory, a colored woman from British Kenya) had come on staff to help reduce her workload. "I'm sure I can help to reduce Jill's workload," Catherine thought to herself with a grin. "The last thing she needs is too many patients when she's expecting."

Seeing that the young boy was quiet but nonetheless awake, she smiled reassuringly and came closer, placing a comforting hand on his forehead. He was running a mild temperature, and she noted it on his chart.

"The doctor asked me to make sure you don't fall out of bed," she said softly, so as not to disturb the other sleeping patients. "So I'm just going to put these ropes on 'round your hands and feet, OK dearie?"

The small boy nodded sleepily. He didn't feel well at all, which was why he was in hospital, he supposed. He did think it a bit strange that the pretty nurse lady was going to tie him to the bed, but the six year old supposed the doctor must have a good reason. So he obediently lifted his arms and legs as the nurse wrapped the restraints around his limbs. They were already attached to the underside of the mattress.

"That's a good boy," Catherine smiled, ruffling the child's hair playfully when she was done. He managed a small smile. "Now I'll just examine you..."

She made short work of removing every stitch of clothing from the child's body. Grabbing his limp little penis and hairless ballsac, she began to masturbate the boy, while painting graphic verbal images of the boy's mother's cunt and the like, asking him if he had ever seen his mother's bare titties, and how would he like it if his mum would suck on his penis. Despite having absolutely no idea what the nurse was on about (he had never even heard the word 'sex'), something instinctive in the boy caused his tiny penis to grow erect as he listened to Catherine's filthy words, and his balls swelled with prepubescent sperm in their sac as she manipulated them expertly with her soft fingers. He gathered that they were doing something wrong, something naughty, but he also knew that he was finding it enjoyable.

"You know," Catherine said as she methodically worked her soft hand up and down on the young boy's baby hard-on, squeezing his warm penile length in her palm, "I have it on good authority that Santa Claus made an early stop here at the Royal to bring you a prezzie. For being such a brave boy whilst ill at Christmas. Would you like to have your special gift from Santa Claus now?"

The boy perked up at that. "Oh, yes please Nurse, I would," he said, coughing a little since he hadn't spoken much that day.

"OK then, close your eyes until I say," Catherine said with a sly teasing look. The boy complied, a cute innocent smile on his face as Nurse Cruelty-Deane pulled a thick, hardwood board out from behind the nursing-station desk.

Nurse Catherine Cruelty-Deane slid the thick, hardwood board underneath the six year old child's large ballsac. The child's testicles quivered as Catherine brushed her fingertips against the wrinkly skin of their sac. "Keep your eyes closed," she admonished with a chuckle, "and get ready for your surprise..."

Grabbing a large nail, she placed it over the child's left nut, picked up her hammer, and without mercy and wasting no time, she slammed the hammer down on the head of the nail, bursting through the child's nut easily. The nail drove into the board below, piercing the child's left ball and bare sac and pinning the screaming youngster to it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!"

The lovely Ms. Cruelty-Deane laughed outright in his face as she watched blood begin to well up around the nail where it had pierced and permanently destroyed a third of his genitalia.

"Do you like your Christmas gift from Santa Claus then?" she laughed, her lips only an inch away from his, finding the little boy's high-pitched shrieking absolutely hilarious. Her white smile was so pretty...

"Though I must admit I don't really know whether or not you've been a good boy ALL year, so-"

Grabbing a lump of coal from the bag she'd brought with her, she unceremoniously stuffed the large, rough, un-lubricated lump of coal up the child's rectum, forcing it past the tight, dry, unwilling ring of his baby anus, causing his anus to bleed and rip in the rough process.

"Well goodness me, you're in the Christmas spirit, aren't you?" she laughed, smiling warmly as she stood over his bedside, grinning and giggling and taunting him while his blood got on the bedsheets. "You're very good at making Christmas colours - so much red! Your stupid mummy must be so proud of you!"

Then looking at the night table next to his bed, she noticed a very big orange that the boy's spinster auntie had brought for him earlier in the day. A wicked idea sprung into her mind.

"Oh, I can't have you stuck with only coal for Christmas," she said, sounding sympathetic. She picked up the orange and made a valiant but futile attempt to push it into the howling lad's bloody bowels. Then she tried stuffing it up his cock's pisshole.

"Hmm," she said, considering the orange in her hand and how she might force it up the child's bum or pisshole. An idea came to her mind. "I know! I'll just cut your guts open with a knife! Wait here, I'll just go get a butcher knife from the kitchen, dearie."

Seeing the pretty nurse coming back towards his bed with a huge butcher knife in her hand and a huge smile on her face, the terrified boy began to thrash about in earnest, trying to free himself from the bed and screaming for help at such a high pitch that his voice cracked. Hot gushing yellow piss began to spout from his stiff little child-penis. Catherine couldn't resist, and took the kid's little dickhead into her mouth, swallowing a couple of mouthfuls of his fear-induced urine. Then with one chomp-and-yank motion, she bit the head of his tiny cock right off, chewed it up, and swallowed it. Boy was he ever bleeding (and screaming) now! Hot blood mixed together with the involuntary urine as they both gushed out of his mutilated penis.

"Ohh come now, what's all this fuss then?" Catherine tsk-ed tsk-ed the lad, waggling her knife-hand in front of him. "I've stabbed loads of children to death, some even in this very bed, so don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Now be a good boy for Nursey and hold still while I kill you."

With that she quickly plunged the blade into the six year old's chest. There was no going back for this one now. She began viciously stabbing him over and over again in a psychotically happy bloodlust. Blood was everywhere, soaked into the bedsheets and her nurses' uniform. "Merry Christmas," she pleasantly sing-songed over and over as she stabbed the child repeatedly. The boy eventually screamed his last, his final moments a hellish nightmare of insanity and agony. Ripping his bowels open with the knife, Catherine made sure to pop the huge orange into the gaping cut-open slimy blood-soaked mess of his formerly tight anus before he died.

In the beds next to his and around the ward, the other children desperately tried to pretend they were asleep, sobbing into their pillows, quaking with terror and hoping that this was all just a very, very bad dream. They were all terrified (and reasonably so) that they would be the next to share their now-dead fellow patient's fate. They'd heard stories about Nurse Catherine Cruelty-Deane before coming to the Royal, but most of them had thought the tales were just make-believe.

One little girl, only four years old, clutched her doll tightly as she prayed to wake up from the bad dream. Her eyes opened wide, though, when she felt Nurse Deane behind her in the dark suddenly throw back her bedsheets, pull up her nightie, yank down her panties and begin forcing a lethally-sharpened candy cane up the little girl's asshole....

Merry Christmas 2006 and a Happy New Year 2007!

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The End... But look forward to more of The Nurse Cruelty Chronicles, after some more lesbian tales are put up there will be a follow-up visit with Nurse Cruelty - she's barely begun!

NOTE: I don't ordinarily write non-lesbian stories (seeing as I am a cunt-loving lesbian myself). And this isn't my best work; I almost didn't put it up because I felt that it was written rather lazily and not up to my usual standards or content. But I know that someone out here will like it, so for you, you're welcome. The only reason the other Nurse Cruelty tales aren't up yet is because they're really only rough unfinished snippets; I've got a reputation for great tales to maintain. At any rate, more lesbian tales coming after this. And now the standard text as follows:

This is my sixth story for ASSTR. I'm so glad to have my own page here at ASSTR - it is a great honor and pretty cool if you ask me!

I write about what I like, so a lot of my tales are about feet, or shit, or smoking, although you can be sure to find a lot more than that in my writing. Unlike some authors who write a tale or two and then disappear, I plan on writing regularly, so check back every now and then for new stories. I am writing exclusively for ASSTR now.

Anyway (whew) - as usual, this work is what it is, and if you've read it then just remember, the disclaimer at the beginning stands in its entirety. I just wanted you to understand I'm a girl who is not without heart, who wishes harm to none. Be nice.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback, comments, or ideas you can give me. Feedback and comments are welcome from men and women. Collaboration, ongoing correspondence and chat are welcome from lesbians and bi-women only. My email is raquelsilestra_author@hotmail.com - I'm friendly and I'd love to chat with any like-minded pervy lesbians (like me) or bi-females. Kisses to all, Raquel.