Poor Amy: Nurse
Important Note: For those of you who have read my stories before, I want to warn you that the Poor Amy series is a different type of story than I have written in the past. No romance, very little caring, and often, very non-consensual. See my blog (http://mwtb-blog.blogspot.com/2006/10/poor-amy-series.html) for more details.
Amy Jameson was pissed. Amy was a student nurse, and she had just begun a new rotation on the geriatrics ward. While she had so far had some very nice experiences in other areas, this one was marred by the nurse in charge, Joanne Richley. Joanne was, simply put, a bitch. Amy had been warned by her friends in the program when she was assigned this rotation, but there was nothing that she could do about it.
"Watch out for her, Amy," Anne had warned. "She watches you like a hawk, and she's not particularly fair. There are some girls that she seems to single out for more abuse than others. Luckily, I wasn't one of them!"
Apparently however, Amy was. It started the first day that her rotation began. Nurse Richley took them into a room and asked them all to introduce themselves. She asked some pointed questions of each of them, like why they wanted to be a nurse, and how they felt about the elderly patients that they were in charge of.
As each person answered, Nurse Richley stood in front of them, looking intently into their eyes. When it was Amy's turn, she had a hard time keeping eye contact. She had the most unnatural urge to lower her eyes. Something seemed to pass through Nurse Richley's eyes before she moved on to the next person, some sort of recognition.
From that day on, Nurse Richley seemed to relish giving Amy the shittiest jobs, sometimes quite literally making her do more than her share of bedpan duty, one thing that Amy particularly disliked.
Everyone in her rotation clearly believed that Nurse Richley was unfairly singling out Amy, but she did not know what to do about it. Finally, she went to see Dr. McMillan. Doctors in hospitals are a funny lot. Most seem to think that they are gods, able to do as they please, orderlies are servants and nurses are just glorified orderlies or a convenient semen depository.
Of course, for every rule there are exceptions. Many of the doctors truly appreciated the nurses on their staff, and some went out of their way to show them that all doctors were not bad. Dr. McMillan was one of those, and he made himself available to the student nurses as a resource that they could approach when they had issues. He was a direct contrast to Dr. Lawrence Jaffe.
Dr. Jaffe was everything that you thought a doctor should be: a stunningly handsome cardiovascular surgeon who drove a Porsche, was filthy rich and had a young trophy wife. His view of nurses was that they were there for his pleasure, whether it was fetching his coffee or sucking his cock. His looks and demeanour, which could be devastatingly charming when he chose, ensured he could have his way with most of the nurses that he was interested in. It was rumoured that there were a handful of abortions financed by him, and that he was paying child support on a couple of others.
When Amy approached Dr. McMillan, he made time to talk to her. He met with her in the cafeteria before her shift, and they each got a cup of coffee.
"What's on your mind, Amy?" he asked, taking a sip.
"It's Nurse Richley," Amy began.
"I see," Dr. McMillan said understandingly, leaning back in his seat. "You don't really have to go on. Listen, don't worry too much about Joanne. She can be a bitch, I know, but she's good at what she does, and she can teach you a lot. Just try and get along with her, get through this rotation, and all will be well."
It was good advice, and Amy should have taken it but she was pissed. This time, Nurse Richley had sent her to the laundry in the bowels of the hospital, and by the time she had gotten back she missed the instructions that everyone else had received.
Amy found Nurse Richley and growled, "What do you have against me, you cow?"
"Excuse me, Amy?" she asked.
"Why do you give me the short end of every stick? Why can't you ever cut me a break? Why are you such a bitch?" Amy asked.
Nurse Richley just looked at Amy evenly, and Amy realized that she may have gone too far. "This is not the place to discuss this, Amy," Nurse Richley. "After the shift, you and I will sit down and have a little conversation."
Amy nodded and went back to her duties. She was nervous through the rest of the shift. She tried working herself up to the same righteous indignation that she had felt before, but now she just felt fear. As the shift ended and everyone else left, Nurse Richley beckoned Amy to follow her. Amy wondered where they were going as they wandered the floor, into a construction area. The hospital was in the midst of renovations, and this section of the floor was currently not being used.
Nurse Richley stopped before the door to a patient room and pushed it open, gesturing for Amy to enter. Amy did, and Nurse Richley followed. Amy looked around nervously.
"I brought you here so that we can talk frankly, without concern of being overheard," Richley said. "I want you to be open and honest and tell me what you think."
Once again, Amy tried to get her indignation to surface, but in the end she just mumbled, "You're being unfair to me. You give me the worst jobs and talk down to me constantly, whilst you don't do the same to the others. What do you have against me?"
Nurse Richley just looked at Amy for a moment and then said, "Ms. Jameson, every time I get another rotation of students, I take it upon myself to determine exactly how they fit in. Ms. Jones, for instance, is very good at what she does, and she knows how to take charge. You are very good as well, but you, Amy, are not a leader. I believe that you are best when taking orders."
"What do you mean?" Amy sputtered. "I don't take orders."
"Stand up!" Nurse Richley barked.
"What?" Amy asked.
"Stand up!" Richley repeated. Amy stood up.
"Take off your shoes," Richley commanded.
"Why?" Amy asked.
"Because I ordered you to," Richley replied.
Amy looked scared, but she complied. She didn't want to, but she was frightened of Nurse Richley.
"Now the dress," Richley demanded.
"I can't!" Amy protested.
"You must," Richley said calmly.
"I'm going to report you!" Amy cried.
"No, you're not," Richley informed her. "You are going to take off your dress. Then you are going to take off anything else that I tell you to. And when I am done with that, you will obey every other order that I give."
"I won't!" Amy protested weakly.
Richley walked up to Amy and slapped her across her face. "You will," she said. "You will do what I say, and you won't complain. You will do it, because you are a sheep, fit only for taking orders."
"No," Amy whispered hoarsely.
"Yes!" Richley replied.
"Please!" Amy begged.
"The dress," Richley said.
Amy slowly pulled the zipper down, and then stepped out of the dress. She stood nervously in front of Nurse Richley wearing only a plain white bra, plain knickers, thigh high white stocking and white shoes. Nurse Richley slowly walked around Amy, looking at her from all sides. Amy tracked Richley with her eyes, but remained standing where she was.
"You have a choice," Richley told Amy. "You can remove your bra and knickers, bend over the bed and receive 20 whacks with my shoe, or you can remove my knickers and eat me until I cum. Which will it be?"
Amy was horrified. She couldn't do either.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Amy cried, tears running down her face.
Nurse Richley leaned forward, wiping a tear away. Her face was very close to Amy's as she said, "Because you want me to."
"No I don't!" Amy protested.
"Yes Ms. Jameson, you do," Richley disagreed. "You may not know it, you may not like it, you may not approve of it, but deep down, in a place that perhaps you are afraid to admit exists, even to yourself, you desperately want it."
Amy flinched, but otherwise said nothing. Richley stepped back and asked, "So, which is it going to be?"
Amy reached behind her and took off her bra. Then she slipped off her knickers and stood there, naked save white stockings and comfortable shoes. Nurse Richley took another look at her. Amy was a twenty five years old blonde, and a natural one at that Richley could tell glancing down. Her hair was done in a bob cut, with blue eyes and a sexy face. Amy was tall, 5' 8", with long legs, perfect 36C breasts, a waist that pinched in at 28" and hips that flared out to 35", slipping down to a gorgeous arse.
"I did well this time," Richley thought to herself.
Richley just looked at Amy, who eventually turned and bent over the bed. Richley slipped her shoes off, then bent to pick one up. Despite the popular image of nurses in high heels, the reality is that nurses, like waitresses, are on their feet all day, and comfortable shoes are a must. Richley flexed the rubber soles, looking at the luscious arse that Amy was presenting. Despite all her other excellent attributes, her arse was Amy's best feature, which should be an indication of exactly how good it was.
Richley smiled, and then with no warning to Amy, she slapped her shoe down right on Amy's cheek. It was a good thing that they were so far from anyone else, because Amy let out a shriek that could have been heard from quite a distance.
"Quiet," Richley demanded.
Amy did better on the second stoke, only groaning loudly. By the time Richley was done, Amy's arse was red, as were her eyes,
"Stand up," Richley instructed, handing Amy a tissue. "Wipe your tears and your nose."
After Amy had complied and thrown out the tissue, she stood looking at Nurse Richley. Richley returned the gaze, then slowly smiled. Equally slowly, she leaned back against the bed and raised her skirt, revealing a pair of silky knickers covering a lush growth of black curly hair that had never seen the touch of a razor.
"But I chose the spanking!" Amy complained.
"Yes, and it was the wrong choice," Richley informed her. She just stood there, staring impassively at Amy. Seconds ticked by. Then minutes. Finally, Amy sank to her knees in front of Nurse Richley and reached up to pull off her knickers. She didn't see the pleased smile that covered Richley's face.
Amy had a previous experience with a girl - when she was sixteen at a sleep over with her best friend Julia - but that one time nine years ago was her only experience. Nevertheless, as she buried her face into Nurse Richley's thick bush, her tongue slipping easily into the moist slot that it covered, she proved that she was naturally skilled.
"Oh yes, this is going to be such a lovely rotation," Richley groaned, pressing Amy's head harder into her crotch.
The next night, Amy was out to dinner with her friend Michelle. Michelle had always been like a mother hen to Amy, acting very protective of her friends and Michelle could see that something was bothering Amy.
"What's up, girl?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Amy replied.
"It seems like there's something bothering you. What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," Amy replied dismissively. But of course, there was. After she had brought Nurse Richley to orgasm, she was told to get dressed.
"After your next shift, come back into this room, take off all of your clothes, and sit on this bed," Richley had told her. "You will obey the instructions of whoever comes into the room." Then Richley had left, leaving her knickers on the floor.
"Are you sure?" Michelle asked, interrupting Amy's musings.
"Yes, I'm sure," Amy replied. She wasn't sure, but if she confided in Michelle, she would go marching into the hospital demanding Nurse Richley's head, which would mean that everyone would know what happened. Perhaps she would just slip out after her next shift, ignoring Nurse Richley's demands. Yes, that was what she would do, Amy decided, as she tried to put it completely out of her mind and enjoy her meal with Michelle.
Amy had made up her mind, but two things were weakening her resolve. The first was the looks that Nurse Richley was giving her all during her shift. Richley was actually treating Amy better, more like she treated the others, though she still talked to Amy as if Amy were a child. The second thing was the fact that Amy had woken up the previous night with her hand between her legs, covered in sticky liquid, the image of herself kneeling in front of a corset wearing, whip wielding Nurse Richley. She remembered having an intense orgasm in her sleep, more intense than any that she could remember for a very long time.
Nevertheless, she was determined to leave right after her shift, and she started getting her things together, but with a look from Nurse Richley, she quickly made her way to the unused room, undressed and sat down on the bed.
Amy heard someone coming down the hall, and she tried covering herself with her hands. The door opened, and she was surprised at her relief that it was Nurse Richley. Richley had told her she had to obey anyone that came through the door, and she couldn't begin to guess who that would be. At least Richley was a known quantity.
"Very good," Richley said with a predatory smile. "But when someone comes in, I don't want you hunched up, covering yourself. Show off what you have. Now!"
Amy's face coloured, but she did as instructed, arching her back to show off her tits, and at Richley's gesture, opening her legs slightly.
"Nice," Richley said. "Now hop off."
Amy did as she was told, and Richley turned her around and bent Amy over the bed. Amy thought that she was going to get another spanking, but Richley walked around the other side of the bed, and pulled Amy's hands forward. She then attached the restraints that were on the bed to Amy's wrists, immobilizing her.
Richley walked back around Amy, and in the position in which Amy was placed, she could not see what Nurse Richley was doing. She felt Nurse Richley's hand gently stroking her arse, then nothing for a minute.
"It's better for you if you don't clench," Richley said. Amy didn't understand what she meant until she felt a cold, slippery finger slip up her arsehole. Richley did this a half dozen times, slathering the jelly around until she was well greased. By the time Richley was done, Amy was panting, both because of the finger in her arse as well as the other finger that Richley had used on Amy's clit.
Amy lifted her head as Richley came back around in front of her. Richley climbed on the bed and spread her legs, lifting Amy's head by her hair and positioning herself so that Amy's mouth was soon pressed into her twat.
Amy had been licking for a few minutes, just starting to get Richley panting, when she froze as she heard the door opening behind her. She tried to pull away, but Richley's hand on the back of her head prevented her. "I didn't tell you to stop," Richley said.
Then Richley turned to the person who just entered. "Larry, you're just in time."
"Mmmmmm. That looks good," said the man that had walked in.
Amy recognized the voice, but couldn't place it for a moment.
"So Joanne, is this one of the new ones?" Larry asked.
"Yes, a luscious blonde named Amy Jameson," Richley replied.
"Oh yes, I remember seeing her," the man replied.
All of a sudden, Amy placed the voice. It was the handsome Dr. Jaffe! As all the young nurses did, Amy had fantasies of her and Dr. Jaffe together, but never in her wildest imagination did she ever think it would be like this! Amy heard Dr. Jaffe removing his clothes, and heard him say, "I see that you've prepared her."
The next thing that Amy felt was Dr. Jaffe's cock sliding into her arse. She was so surprised that she didn't even tense, and in seconds Dr. Jaffe had taken her last virginity, burying himself to the hilt in Amy's rectum.
Richley pulled Amy's head even tighter to her pussy as Amy shrieked, but everyone ignored Amy's vocalizations as Dr. Jaffe started sliding his cock in and out of Amy. Amy groaned in pain because despite the lubrication that Nurse Richley had provided, Dr. Jaffe's cock was thick and hard and felt like a baseball bat up Amy's arse.
Dr. Jaffe continued pumping for about five minutes, then he grabbed Amy's hair and yanked her head up as he slammed his cock deep and spurted into her burning rectum. As soon as he was finished, Nurse Richley pulled Amy's head back into her crotch.
"Touch the girl's pussy," Joanne told the good doctor.
Dr. Jaffe reached between Amy's legs and snickered. "Ms. Jameson may complain a lot, but this little tart is soaked. Watch this!" He ground Amy's clit under his thumb and Amy came, suddenly and intensely. Her head dropped to the bed, unable to keep up her pussy licking.
"You've made her useless to me," Joanne said, climbing off the bed. She walked around the back and looked at Amy's dripping, gaping arsehole. "Nice job there."
"Thanks," Dr. Jaffe replied, pulling his clothes together and heading to the door. "But next time I want her pussy, so have her ready."
"Yes, Doctor," Richley replied with a smirk.
Nurse Richley untied Amy's hands and had her get up and clean herself off.
"You'll be back here after your next shift, naked and ready for taking Dr. Jaffe's cock up your dripping twat. Do you understand?" Richley asked.
At this point, Amy was beyond complaining. "Yes, Nurse Richley," she said quietly.
"Good," Richley replied, and left the room, leaving Amy naked and alone.
Amy collapsed on the bed, crying desperately. She was shattered by her treatment, but even more betrayed by her body, which had taken Dr. Jaffe's cock so easily, and had cum harder than it ever had before. After fifteen minutes, she put herself back together and went home.
Amy's rotation lasted another month, between studying and practical training. And after every shift in the hospital she walked to her room, as she had come to think of it, took off her clothes and waited to see who appeared. The first time was Dr. Jaffe, as promised, who took her pussy hard and fast, then made her suck him hard again and get him off with her mouth.
The next time was an orderly she did not know. He arrived and without a word turned her around and bent her over the bed. He entered her pussy and stroked into her for about ten minutes. It was clear to Amy that he was using her as no more than a blow-up doll. When he came, he pulled out and spurted over her back and arse. Then as silently as he arrived, he pulled his pants up and left.
What followed were a dozen days of different people expecting different sexual acts. There were people that she knew, like a nurse that she had worked for on a previous rotation who had Amy spend almost an hour licking her box, people that she had seen around the hospital but did not know, such as the man who made her clean off his cock with her mouth after he fucked her arse, and people she had never met before, like the doctor that had cum all over her hair and face taking her underwear with him.
Amy put up with the treatment, and to her dismay and chagrin, she came nearly every time, often more than once. Then her rotation was over, and she moved on to a different ward.
With the end of the rotation came a complete stop to her activities. Nurse Richley didn't tell her to stop, but she never told her to go back to the room either. For the first week, Amy kept looking over her shoulder, expecting at any time to be summoned back for more sex. Then relief set in as Amy realized her ordeal was over.
Dr. McMillan asked her to coffee again. She met him in the cafeteria again and he said, "So, you made it through the rotation with Nurse Richley. It wasn't as bad as all that, was it?"
Amy blushed, but just shook her head. She couldn't tell Dr. McMillan what had happened, it was far too embarrassing.
"Are you having an easier time in this rotation?" he asked. "Nurse Gallen is reported to be much nicer to her charges."
"Yes, Nurse Gallen is quite nice," Amy said quietly.
"And you're keeping up on your studies?" he asked.
Amy had been doing very well, which to her surprise she had continued through her last rotation. She had thrown herself into her studies to forget about what was happening to her. However in her new rotation, she found that she was distracted and couldn't really concentrate. Nevertheless, Amy said, "Yes Doctor."
"Well, you just come to me if you have any other problems," he said.
Amy just nodded, and then went back to work.
Things continued for another week, and then Amy found herself back in the unused room that she had come to think of as her room. She was not sent there by Nurse Richley, she just seemed to find herself there after her shift one day. When she realized what she had done, she quickly went home.
Over the next few days, Amy fought the feelings that she was having. She didn't understand why she was feeling a pull back to the room. She couldn't concentrate on her work or her studies, and Nurse Gallen, for all her kindness, had already reprimanded her twice. Amy finally gave in to the feeling and went back to her room. She arrived after her shift, and removed her clothing, sitting naked on the bed. She stayed there for about a half hour, but of course no one came. She dressed and went home, disgusted with herself.
Much to Amy's dismay, this activity was repeated twice more. Shortly thereafter, Dr. McMillan called her into his office. She sat down nervously as he looked at her with a serious expression on his face. "Amy, I've been following your progress, and I have to say that I'm quite disappointed. You showed quite some promise early on; however you seem to have lost interest in the programme. Is there something going on in your personal life or some other reason why you have begun doing so poorly?"
Amy didn't know what to say. "No. I don't know. I guess I'm just having trouble concentrating."
Dr. McMillan leaned back in his chair, steepled his hand under his chin, and just looked at her for about five minutes. She squirmed under his piercing gaze, until he finally leaned back forward. "I've spoken to Nurse Gallen, Nurse Richley and your instructors. I think I understand the problem, and I have a solution."
He paused for a moment, and Amy panicked. How could he possibly know her problem? She didn't fully understand her problem!
Dr. McMillan handed her a piece of paper with an address on it. "Amy, I want you to be at this address tomorrow at 19:00."
"But I'm on tomorrow night," Amy informed the doctor.
"I'll arrange for you to be excused," he told her.
"Alright," Amy said quietly.
Dr. McMillan just nodded, dismissing her.
Amy left for the day, fighting the urge to return to her room. The next evening, she arrived at the address specified, a residence in an upscale section of town. She nervously knocked on the door, and moments later Dr. McMillan opened the door.
"Come in, Amy," he said.
She followed him in to the parlour, where a fire was blazing in the fireplace. He sat down in a comfortable looking chair, while Amy stood in the centre of the room. He observed her for a few minutes as Amy nervously shifted her weight from one leg to another.
"I had a long conversation with Nurse Richley about you," he finally said. "Her impression is that you are not suited to nursing. She feels that while you are certainly technically competent and can do the job, your skills lie in a different area."
Amy stood there, wanting to protest but not knowing how. Dr. McMillan was silent for a minute before continuing.
"After my discussion with Nurse Richley, as well as having observed you, both in person and on video, I have to say that I agree with her."
Amy opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"It would be cruel to just kick you out of the programme, but I think that I have a different position for you that you will find much more suitable to your desires," he said.
He just looked at her for another minute, then said, "Amy, take off all your clothes."
This non-sequitur threw Amy for a loop. She finally managed to say something, a feeble, "What?"
"Take off all your clothes," he repeated.
Amy wanted to say no, to yell at him for what he asked, but she realized that her hands had already unbuttoned her blouse. She continued undressing until she was standing in front of the doctor, completely naked.
"Kneel," he commanded, and she immediately dropped to her knees amongst her discarded clothes.
Dr. McMillan stood up and walked over to Amy, stopping right in front of her. "A good nurse needs leadership abilities and a strong will to manage her patients and deal with the other members of staff. You do not have that will. Your skills lie in following orders, and your desires lay in giving up your body."
Amy's mind roiled with the thoughts that Dr. McMillan was expressing. She did feel more comfortable following orders, and she could not argue with him about her desires. She realized that she kept returning to her room because she wanted more of what Nurse Richley had given her; she wanted to cum while being used as an object.
"Open my pants and take out my cock," Dr. McMillan ordered.
Amy's hands were once again working before her brain fully registered the request, and Dr. McMillan's large cock was soon hanging in front of Amy's nose.
"Put it in your mouth," he demanded, and Amy complied.
As Amy sucked slowly on his cock, Dr. McMillan explained to Amy how her life would be. "Tomorrow, you will drop out of the nursing programme. You will go to your apartment and collect your things, and you will bring them here. From now on, your duties will be to do everything that I tell you to do, without question. Do you understand?"
Amy thought about it, and while never slowing her gentle suckling of the doctor's cock, she nodded her head. As she continued sucking, she thought about how she felt, both now and over the last few months, and as Amy felt Dr. McMillan's seed pouring into her mouth, she realized, with despair that he was right. She was exactly where she belonged.
The End
I'd like to thank BandirIRA, chibi-hentai and PrismFire for the excellent editing suggestions, and I absolutely need to thank the fan that gave me the idea for Amy Jameson – you know who you are.