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NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 22:13:55 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Slut Nurse (MF, Rape, Reluct, Mc, Uniform)
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 23:10:04 -0500
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Slut Nurse

On the side of the bottle, it had said to take one tablet, about half an
hour before going to bed. Ben had taken three of them and that was four
hours ago. Ruffling his pillow for the seventeenth time, his wife stirs
beside him, but sleep still eludes Ben.
So he lies there, eyes fixed on the woman he married seven years ago. Her
treacle hair spills across the pillow and her pale complexion, bathed in the
glow of the streetlight, outside their bedroom window. Suspicions lay siege
to his sleep-starved mind.
Is Marie really having an affair? Everyday, she has the opportunity and the
men she works with would have to be blind not to notice her. Especially in
the starched, white cotton of her nurses uniform.
Conspiracy consumes Ben and scares away any hope of sleep.
But the pills must have worked because Ben drives to work feeling as though
he has slept. So much so, he doesn't recall the same morning routine that
every one rushes through after sleeping late and having to dash out the
door. What did he have for breakfast? Did he have any at all?
On the stretch of country lane, separating the town where Ben lives and the
town where he works, he sees a cat perched on top of the gate to one of old
Jess Harlow's fields. He only really notices it because it looks exactly
like Tigger, the Tabby, Ben's parents had bought him as a boy. The cat
watches Ben's car drive past. How much stranger is this day going to get?
Well, it is about to get a whole lot stranger because as Ben's gaze returns
to road in front of him, he is too late to avoid the pothole which rips his
front, drivers side tyre wide open and sends the car into a spin. Ben is
unable to recover control, the car hits an embankment and flips on its side.
The horn sounds continuously as Ben lies with his face pressed up against
the window, unconscious.
Ben hears an intermittent sound from a machine. He opens his eyes to see he
is alone, in a bed, in a hospital room. His head hurts, big time. But
something makes him stop for a moment and think; the pyjama's he is wearing
are his own. They had been a gift from Marie on his last birthday. He must
be in the hospital where Marie works. The thought comforts Ben and he begins
to wonder how long he has been unconscious. Has Marie been sitting by his
bedside the whole time, waiting for any sign of recovery or has she been
using the accident as an excuse to spend even more time at work, secretly
liasing with another man while her husband lay incapacitated.
Ben shakes the thought from his head. He isn't thinking straight. Marie
would never do a thing like that. Anyway, he is about to find out because
Ben can hear the tones of his wives voice approaching from the corridor. As
he listens, his earlier thoughts return to sieze his mind of his wives
conspiring ways. Ben hears her chatting to someone as she walks. It sounds
as though Marie is talking to a man.
Maybe it is her lover. Maybe she has brought the competition to see what he
is up against.
As Marie enters the room, Ben closes his eyes and resumes his position. He
wants to hear their conversation. Will they give themselves away with an out
of place word or a tone which is maybe too affectionate for mere colleagues.
No such luck. Their conversation is spoken in medical jargon and Ben
understands very little. The man turns out to be a Dr. Maitland, and is the
doctor looking after Ben's recovery. Marie is taking time out from where she
works on another ward to find out how her husband is doing.
The doctor assures Marie that being at work will keep her close to her
husband and comments on how well Ben is responding to the treatment he is
recieving. And then the room is silent. Ben is about to open his eyes when
he hears the sound of someone coming towards his bed. With a bit of luck it
will be Marie and Dr. Maitland will have left the room so Ben can open his
eyes and look at the woman he has doubted. He wants to tell his wife he
loves her and let her see that he is recovering.
And then he hears his wife voice in a whisper.
"Oh sweetie, when am I gonna be able to hold you again? When will I be able
to lie, warm and safe in your arms and have you tell me all those silly
jokes that you find so funny?"
Ben smiles inside. He wants to open his eyes and see his beautiful wife but
freezes when he feels her hand slide under his sheet. She finds his cock and
pulls at the foreskin. In a softer tone than before, she whispers again.
"I want you back so much. I've tried talking to you, reading you books and I
hope you don't remember my attempt at singing for you...this is the only
real response I get from you. I hope that wherever you are, inside that
messed up brain of yours, you can appreciate this one thing I know you
always like..."
And with that, Ben sheets are pulled down and his wife takes his cock into
her mouth. Soaking it with her saliva laden lips and sucking only the tip
until it bulges against the roof of her mouth. How often had Marie been
doing this while he had been unconscious? It is probably the reason for him
waking up!
As she takes more and more of the cock, she is still working to full
hardness with her soft lips, Ben becomes aware his wife, herself, is moaning
softly. She must be enjoying it too. Her movements rock the bed slightly,
causing it to creak in sympathy.
And then Ben is struck by the thought that this would be the perfect moment
to open his eyes and let his wife see she has brought her husband out of
coma. The bedside vigil is at an end and her husband is back in the land of
the living because of her unquenchable love and intimate attentions.
Ben lifts his eyelids and squints at the sight of Dr. Maitlands' hands
latched to his wives hips, holding her uniform around her waist and ramming
twelve inches of cock up her ass. As though paralysed into silence, Ben
falls back into the welcome embrace of a soul-numbing slumber.
Marie looks down on her husband affectionately and lifts her hand to cup his
cheek. Apparently not wanting to miss a single thrust from the cock in her
ass, she watches his face, so still and serene. She wonders what he would do
if he woke up right now.
Oblivion furnishes Ben with all the emptiness he needs to forget his wives
infidelity. The days pass in a moment for him and Ben wakes once more,
remembering nothing of the doctor and his wife.
So it comes as an equal shock when he opens his eyes to see Dr. Maitland
standing by the washbasin in the corner of the room with Marie tending to
the cock which hangs from his open trousers. Ben's initial reaction is
anger. Marie has her breasts free of her uniform and is rolling her big
nipples between her fingers as she slurps and kisses the swollen tip of the
doctor's cock.
With what little strength he has, Ben lifts a hand and croaks his disgust.
He sees the doctor pull away from Marie, horrified at being caught, before
his hand drops back onto the bedclothes and Ben feels himself fading.
A bright lights shines through Ben's eyelids and makes him bury his head
back into his pillow.
"Benjamin...open your eyes if you can hear me..."
Ben doesn't recognise the voice.
"It's Dr. Maitland. I've come to see how your recovery is progressing."
Ben cracks his eyes open just enough to show the doctor that he is conscious
but not enough to be blinded by the pencil torch held above him. The doctor
is by himself and wearing a very smug grin. Ben recalls his last waking
episode and looks away to show what he thinks of a man who takes advantage
of a patient's incapacity. The doctor has news for Ben.
"I judge from your expression, you have full recall of yesterday's events. I
do not blame you for feeling, how shall I put it...annoyed."
If Ben could summon the strength to throw a punch, that last remark would
have lost the doctor his front teeth.
"I will come clean Ben. You see, the thing is...you have been in a horrific
accident and your wife was, understandably upset. She thought she was going
to lose you altogether."
Ben tries to sneer at the way his wife has shown her grief but his face
doesn't allow him.
"She came to see me. In a professional capacity, you understand. I am a
psychiatrist and Marie needed help. You have a lovely wife Ben. She is very
pretty. I fell under her spell straight away. Ironic really, because she
fell under mine shortly after. I hypnotised her, for authentic medical
reasons at first but when I saw how well she took to it, I am afraid to say
I began to abuse the implicit trust and longing in her."
Ben wants to get out of bed and leave the room but knows he cannot. He wants
the doctor to shut up and stop torturing him but he continues.
"You have a lovely home Ben..."
Ben wishes his hearing would suddenly fail him and this agony would go away.
But the doctor leans close and Ben can smell Marie's perfume on his coat.
"I must compliment you on the craftsmanship in your bedroom. Such sturdy
plaster on the walls. You know, the chains I fitted hold so well. And I just
adore lying on the bed you chose together, doing little more than watching
Marie as she stands there in one of my little trances, the remains of what I
have left inside her, seeping out and running down the inside of her thighs.
She has such long legs, doesn't she Ben?"
The doctor doesn't see Marie listening intently by the door, her anger
contrasting with the relief of her husbands' recovery. Marie knows that a
snap decision could ruin everything so she retires to the staff canteen
where she can think it all over and straighten her head out. Her cup of
vending-machine coffee is cold and untouched by the time Marie smiles to
herself, content she has the solution.
Marie greets Dr. Maitland as she arrives for their appointment the following
day. Her manner is trained on politeness as they chat about the development
in her husbands' condition. Marie is wary of the doctor but does not let it
show as he leads her through their usual routine. Reclining on the doctors'
chaise-longue, Marie listens as the doctor begins the hypnosis. She resists
him successfully and before long finds herself witnessing a side of Dr.
Maitland she should never have to hear.
He begins by slowly caressing Maries' cheek as they sit in the oak-panelled
office in silence. Marie hears birds' song outside the window as the
doctors' courage grows and he begins to speak.
"Now Marie, we both know that your husband is awake and is on the road to
recovery but I want you to remember that you are still mine. I will continue
to do what I want, when I want. Do you understand?"
Marie, fully aware of his words and their meaning, nods in agreement.
"I don't want you to forget what we had together. You still belong to me. I
own your body. It is mine. I will fuck you when the fancy takes me. We work
together so you have no excuse not to see me. I expect to see you at the
door to my office, every lunchtime. I will not tolerate absence at any time.
I will instruct you, each day as to how I want you to pleasure me. Do you
still understand?"
Again, Marie nods in agreement.
"Good, " the doctor says as he stands up and pushes his seat away, "now I
want you to open you mouth for me, Marie..."
She does as she is told and the doctor unzips his trousers. He reaches
inside and fishes out his soft cock. He pulls at the foreskin and groans as
it swells in his fist. He orders Marie to unbutton the front of her uniform
and pull the cups down on her bra.
"They are truly beautiful Marie, " he says, looking down on the plump mounds
topped with their dark, hard nipples, "still as beautiful as the first time
I made you show them to me. I was so happy that I was finally to get to know
you..."
The doctors' face suddenly takes on a puzzled expression.
"You have something in your pocket Marie. I want you to tell me what it is.
It is ruining the line of your uniform. You know I don't like that!"
The doctor is sounding agitated and Marie responds by refastening the
buttons on her uniform.
"Marie I demand you unbutton your uniform for me. Unfasten your uniform at
once!"
Marie opens her eyes and reaches into her pocket for the little black box.
The doctor looks down at the turning spools of tape, recording his every
word. Collapsing into the nearest chair, the doctor seems almost resigned to
the fact he has been caught out. Marie has evidence.
Dr. Maitland looks directly at Marie and asks her what she wants.
"Half of everything!"
"I beg you pardon?"
"That's the going rate for a divorce isn't it? Half of everything."
"But... we aren't married..." the doctor protests.
"We might as well have been, the way you've been going on! You can consider
this our divorce. I wonder how many times you had me. Maybe I should have
charged you by the hour..."
"Now come on Mrs. Newton. It is impossible for me to make you do anything
you don't want to do, even under hypnosis. You must have enjoyed it at some
level."
Marie looks down at the voice recorder in her hand and then back to the
doctor.
"One of my husbands' friends is a police officer. I'm sure he'd love to hear
this tape."
The doctor wrings his hands and thinks for a moment.
"I agree. Half of everything..."
"I thought you'd see sense. Future earnings as well, Dr. Maitland!"
"Be reasonable Marie,"
"Ben's recovery could take months. He may never be able to work again. We
will need all the money we can get."
"Okay. Future earnings as well. But just answer me this one question. How
did you find out about what I was doing when you were under hypnosis?"
Marie smiles and tries to make the lie she is about to tell as convincing as
possible, for maximum devastation.
"I knew all along...I felt every single thrust and loved it. You are a very
gifted lover, Dr. Maitland."
Marie leaves the doctor sitting at his desk with his face in his hands.
She is really looking forward to seeing her husband today.

Shufflespeare
www.eroticpages.co.uk

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