TRACY RANSOM

Come with us now on a hilarious late-night romp through the E.R. at a very wacked-out hospital.

A shy and submissive young woman wakes in pain and must place herself in the hands of her emergency room. No one tells her, some staff there need psychiatric attention. Or maybe jail.

She is poked, drugged, prodded, peeped, and anal-scoped. For starters. The obedient young woman runs out of patience at the bizarre solutions for her medical dilemma, but a full winter moon and an IV full of Demerol weigh against her and her young hormones steam out of control.

CONTENT WARNING

Themes of submission and subjugation, spanking sex, diaper play, humiliation, and non-private accidental genital stimulation.

Sorry, Rachelle.

CHAPTER 1 - HER HUMILIATING EXAM

Rachelle Williams drives her small open car through a soft Hawaiian night, heading up the H1 to the big hospital on Moanalua. She hunches over the steering wheel in pain. Pain in her tummy woke her after midnight. For a while it was not too bad, she'd lain there in the pool of moonlight across her bed, listening to the Koolau night sounds outside her bedroom and wondering what she could have eaten that made her sick. After sleeping fitfully for another hour, all she could think of were caring hands in the hospital emergency room. And the drugs.

Teeth clenched with pain, she watches her GPS for the turn. The long Tee she likes to sleep in covers her pink short-shorts. Her sun-bleached hair is a loose halo around her strained features.

She slides into an ER Patients Only space and hurries inside. The lobby is quiet, a few people hunch together waiting for their caregivers to appear.

"Severe abdominal pain," Rachelle tells the medical receptionist, handing over her ID cards. "Don't know of anything I ate that could cause it."

The receptionist checks her in and makes a call. "Just have a seat in booth three. A nurse will see you right away."

Rachelle finds the semi-private cubicle and sits. A surge of nausea hits her. What is it? She leans forward, arms around her belly. A large man in wrinkled scrubs takes the chair opposite and logs into the desk station. His voice is smooth and soft.

"Miss Williams, I am Johan. Can you tell me what is troubling you?"

Doubled over, Rachelle looks up at him. "Severe stomach cramps. Started three hours ago. Can't think of anything to cause it. Oww."

"Miss, your face is pale. We'll get you to a bed right away. Let me take your temperature." Rachelle accepts the small device inside her ear. It quickly beeps, the nurse makes notations on the computer.

"You have a degree and a half of fever. Come with me, I'll get Doctor Chen to look at you."

The man leads Rachelle through an automatic double door and through a long row of curtained exam cubicles, shiny linoleum under bright lights. A few are occupied, privacy curtains closed, hushed conversations from within. Johan leads Rachelle into a cubicle and closes the drapes around the bed. The metal rings make a melodic swish on the aluminum rod.

"Please take everything off and get under the sheet. Use the plastic bags for your things. Put on this green gown, it ties at the neck. If you're cold, ask for a blanket. The bathroom is to your left."

Johan leaves, the privacy drape slides closed. Rachelle watches his departing feet beneath the hem as he walks away. Sounds of two nurses at the duty station several beds away, others coming and going on the busy ward.

With a deep breath to calm her nerves, Rachelle places her purse in the bedside stand, kicks off her rubber thongs.

Holding the open-back gown before her, she works out how to keep her exposure to a minimum while putting it on. Rachelle has a mistrust of hospitals, of being seen in a bed, wearing a humiliating open-back gown. People just walk in whenever it suits them. On an ER visit when she was nine years old, she'd felt like just a thing to them.

She pulls the Tee over her head, her nipples harden in the cool air. Rachelle trembles. Quickly she ties the gown at her neck, slips willowy arms into the short floppy sleeves. The gown stops at mid-thigh. Most of her club skirts are longer. The green gown is completely open at the back.

Shorts and panties slide down her slim legs and she folds them into a bag with her purse. Cool hospital air raises goose-bumps on her curved fanny.

She swings her knees onto the high bed just as a matronly nurse in scrubs breezes through the drape with a pleasant smile. Rachelle is chagrined. The woman's eyes take in a flash of Rachelle's hairless crotch.

With a quick motion Rachelle covers her legs with the sheet. On the woman's green uniform top, Rachelle notices the name Reardon. The nurse uses a control to elevate the bed so Rachelle can sit comfortably.

"Blood pressure and temperature, dear," the big woman recites. She goes through the familiar motions, asks the same questions the admitting nurse had asked. But she has a different question.

"Anything pushed up from below?"

Face red, Rachelle can't even look at the big woman. "Of course not," she says tersely. Does she honestly think I'm playing with my rear end?

Rachelle has always avoided that area, is embarrassed when her boyfriends want to touch her there. And sex? Ugh. She is aware of her bare flesh beneath the stiff white sheet.

"Is the pain still present?"

"It comes and goes. Right now just an ache. Sometimes very strong."

The nurse makes notations on her tablet. "You just relax. Doctor Chen will be along. He's our best GI specialist."

"GI?"

"Gastro-intestinal."

"Mm." How very thrilling.

The nurse pushes through the privacy drape in a whisper of cloth, leaving a four-inch gap. Rachelle can see the entire row of beds and the large double door at the end. A nurse walks a patient unsteadily along the shiny floor. The old man's flabby buttocks are exposed in his open-backed gown. Rachelle shudders at the wretched image, averts her eyes. She tugs at the tucked-in sheet, attempting to draw it up past her waist.

Sharp pain rockets through her abdomen. Pressing both hands to her tummy she leans forward, unable to breathe. What is it? She gasps for air and tears form in her eyes. Her gown is open down her backside, baring her from slender neck to fleshy bottom.

The drape parts as a short man in a white lab coat eases in. He smiles cheerfully. "Hello Miss, I am Doctor Chen. We're going to see what is troubling you this morning."

Her mouth gapes open stupidly, she cannot speak.

"Are we having pain now?"

Rachelle nods, giving him the merest glance.

"Can we perhaps lie back?"

She shakes her head, does not lift her hands from her aching belly.

"Sometimes counter-pressure relieves pain."

She nods weakly, accepting his suggestion. Warm palms glide down her bare back, the open gown covers nothing. Chen pushes hard and the pain lessens. Rachelle takes a deep breath. The warm hands move downward and press again. Rachelle is aware of her breasts hanging free beneath the gown. Nipples brush thin fabric, she shivers. A warm touch above her kidneys. The pain is less. She trembles as his fingers graze a naked hip.

"Can we lie back now, Miss?"

Rachelle hesitantly straightens, she is able to recline. She looks at him with gratitude. "Better, thank you. That was harsh."

"Indeed. I'll call for a drip to control your pain."

The doctor steps through the drape. He speaks softly to a nurse outside who hurries off, then he's at her bedside again. The drape hangs open.

"I need to palpate your abdomen."

"Excuse me?" It sounds like something obscene. Palpate.

The doctor smiles easily. "If I can find where it hurts you, I can determine what is wrong."

Rachelle laughs nervously, mostly at herself. "Ah. Of course."

The doctor lifts the edge of the sheet, just a bit, gives her a raised-eyebrow glance, questioning. She nods, looks away blushing. This man is nice.

Chen pulls the sheet down, past the gown's hem. Rachelle tenses, the revealed inch of bare thigh sends a thrill of alarm through her. She glances with concern at the gap in the drape but is too timid to speak up. Please get this over with! I want to go home!

Chen places both hands on her shoulders, easing her into the pillow, massaging her neck muscles in a reassuring way, calming her as a skittish animal.

"Yes I know this is uncomfortable, Miss Williams, but we must examine you. Please relax and it will be over quickly."

The doctor's fingers move behind her neck, firmly kneading the stiff muscles there. Rachelle closes her eyes and exhales slowly.

"That's right, breathe deeply a few times. I will be brief."

Rachelle relaxes, although her abdomen twitches when his fingers alight near her belly button. The gown hides her, but she is aware of her fleshy waxed Vee beneath the thin fabric. Slowly the fingers move from place to place, probing for tenderness.

Rachelle tenses. "Not there! Please."

"I see. I am sorry, I need to probe that area. I'll be gentle."

She nods, face turned from him in shame. She has always been hyper-sensitive to a strange man's touch. New boyfriends - first times always drove her crazy with fear and apprehension. Maybe it will help if she focuses on something, like the metal chair in a corner of the small space. Fingers probe the spot lightly. She winces. The doctor starts with questions. What has she eaten? Drink anything? Any prescription drugs? Recreational drugs?

"When was your last bowel movement?"

Her face burns with shame. "In the morning."

"Time?"

"Before work. About seven." Not looking at him.

He consults his watch. "Three in the morning now, so twenty hours. I'll order an enema."

"Please no! I don't need an enema."

"Let's see if we can use the bathroom first, shall we?"

The fingers push just above her Venus mount. Her hips twitch.

"Sensitive there? Any pain?"

"No pain." She doesn't want to tell him what she felt, hopes he won't ask. It's been a week since her boyfriend went off-island and she's crazy horny. Or it's the full moon high in the west.

The doctor's hands move lower, questing fingers glide on either side of her feminine hump. The gown pulls tight over her clit ring. Rachelle's slit dampens and her face reddens with shame. Don't let him see! So used to wearing it, she had forgotten in the rush to get here. I should have taken it out!

He touches a sensitive spot. She cries out.

The nurse comes through the privacy curtain with a portable IV stand. Probes her wrist for a vein, gets the drip started. Rachelle relaxes on waves of bliss. The change allows her to focus on her dampening womanhood.

Always very sensitive to a strange touch on her belly, she has a mental picture of masturbating in the bathroom. She wonders why now, of all times, she is feeling horny. Whatever is in that IV drip provides a cushy place for her to close her eyes and relax. If these people would only leave me alone for ten minutes...

"Miss, we need you on your left side now. Doctor needs to examine you."

"Sure, whatever," Rachelle says. Her lips slur the words. Turning over, her head spins, she nearly rolls off the side of the bed. The nurse stops her. Rachelle giggles.

"Miss Williams, please raise your right knee as high as you can."

Lying on her side, Rachelle's move pulls the gown up and away from her lower body. She feels the cloth glide over her butt but is too distracted to care. The smooth curve of her luxurious behind tightens in the cool air.

Chen stands behind her. "Lift your knee a little higher please, Miss. Yes, there." The nurse places a strong hand beneath Rachelle's raised knee, presses it upward against her breast. "Want to make sure you don't fall off the bed," she smiles down at the woozy blonde. "Is the pain alright?"

Rachelle giggles. "Pain gone. Rachelle gone. Nobody 'ome." Chen and the nurse exchange a glance. Some patients are more susceptible to painkillers. They know they must be cautious with this one. Between them on the bed, Rachelle is stretched out on her side, left leg straight, right knee knifed upward, completely bare from neck to toes. She is unaware the drape is open a foot or more.

"I'm going to start the exam now," Chen says softly. The snap of latex gloves.

A warm hand on her bottom, tugging her buttocks apart. He is looking up my thingy! Rachelle giggles and starts to hum a tune. She is embarrassed but it does not seem to matter. Her butt cheek is lifted away from her crevice, exposing her anus and her coin purse.

"You'll feel something cool now."

A blop of cold goo lands on Rachelle's exposed anal pucker. Something presses up and in down there.

"Woooeeee-hooo!" Rachelle hoots. "What are we doing?" She tries to scoot forward but the nurse holds her jackknifed leg firmly.

"We must examine your rectal cavity."

She laughs, woozy with the painkiller. "Are you guys cops? Is this a cavity search?"

Chen laughs easily, taking it in stride. "Let's reduce your drip then, shall we?" The nurse reaches up to adjust the flow.

"Please hold still Miss Williams." Chen slides his bony middle finger into her tight anus until his other fingers press against her lower spine. Rachelle's soft rump eases back against the hard thing. Shocked at what she's just done, surprised it should feel good, her mother had always said... Well fuck you Mom, what do you know?

Rachelle's behind rotates a couple of times, but the drug haze is wearing off and she comes to her senses. Her neck reddens, she turns her face into the pillow with a surprised gasp that comes out like a sob. My god what are these people going to think of me?

"Higher," Doctor Chen directs the nurse.

This time it is not Rachelle but the nurse that lifts her knee. The big woman manages to raise it nearly to her forehead, doubling Rachelle's lithe torso and stretching her anal crevice.

"I need to examine the second sphincter, Miss," says Doctor Chen. "Can you push down like you are having a bowel movement?"

Rachelle's cheeks are hot with shame. They want me to shit on his finger. Then it strikes her as comical and she giggles like a six-year-old, imagining the doctor's finger coming out of her with a little turdlet balanced on the tip.

She does as she is told, grunting with the effort. The hard finger wiggles impossibly farther up her, massaging a hidden place she never knew she had. She gets a mental vision of going at her rear end with her favorite vibrator, and rotates her hips. She lets out a soft moan. She hopes fervently it was muffled in the pillow.

Chen quickly rotates his hand, sliding the finger all the way in again. Chen notices a rhythmic squeezing on his buried finger. His patient is trying to milk it. Unaware, face hidden in the pillow, Rachelle gasps. Chen's other fingers brush moist vaginal lips. She eases back against the contact, hoping it won't be noticed. It feels good. Somewhere in her drug-addled brain flashes a warning warning warning, but she is too uninhibited from the painkiller to process it.

"Alright, Miss Williams, you can relax now I am done." The doctor withdraws his finger gradually. In her drug haze Rachelle tries to follow the nice finger, but the nurse has her pinned in position. The finger exits. Rachelle farts.

"Oh I am so sorry!" Face hidden, tears of shame dampen her pillow.

"Perfectly understandable," Chen says jovially. "Not the most modest experience. Now let's roll on our back, shall we? Hmmm?" A snap of latex as Chen puts on fresh gloves.

Rachelle has no choice in the matter of her position on the bed. The nurse deftly lowers her knee, rotating Rachelle's hips and stretching both her legs out flat. The gown lies in a heap along Rachelle's side, one breast is bare and her entire stomach, hips and legs are exposed in the small space. She notices with chagrin a one-foot gap in the curtain. Rachelle gasps in embarrassment and pulls the pillow over her face, too stunned, and too submissive, to attempt to cover herself with the flimsy gown.

At this time both doctor and nurse get a full look at Rachelle's swanky womanhood. The nurse cannot suppress an intake of breath. The blond woman's sex is hairless. It is the softest double roll of sweet feminine curves imaginable, thick muscular lips pressed together in a prim girlish line. Animal lips made to massage a man's member into submission. The biggest shocker is the young woman's clit piercing. It is beautiful on its own, a Nefertiti, with an open, double-balled circular ring that pierces and surrounds her clitoral shaft. After having it placed, Rachelle found she could climax intensely on an exercise bike in the fitness center.

The doctor is not surprised. He had seen the ring's impression while covered by the gown. It is not the first genital piercing Chen has seen. There are more these days, among the younger women.

"Genital piercings are on the rise in women looking to stimulate the clitoris during sex," Chen says conversationally, not looking directly at Rachelle. "A relatively small number of women, less than one percent, have studs down below. I'm sure you have read that genital piercings can cause serious health complications, and are aware of the risks."

Rachelle peeks out from under the pillow for just one second.

"We may have to clean that," Chen continues. "While you're here I'll make sure there is no infection."

Oh my effing god. I am getting a piercing tune-up for my tummy ache!

"Now Miss Williams, we must do your enema. I'll leave you to Nurse Reardon for that."

Rachelle looks out from under the pillow. "Are we sure?"

Chen grins. "Yes we are sure. Please raise your knees to your chest."

"Could we close the drapes completely?"

"Modesty is soon forgotten with age," the nurse murmurs. Chen steps through the opening, pulls the drape closed as he leaves Rachelle alone with the big nurse.

Rachelle lifts her knees, gripping them with her arms. Her lovely curve of girl-cheeks and hips rises above the white sheet. The nurse rolls up a tall IV stand holding a bulging enema bag and dangling hose, with a fat nozzle at the end.

"You shouldn't need any more lube after what the doctor put inside you," the nurse chuckles. She secretly loves this part, especially with the more timid patients.

"Tell me about it," Rachelle says wryly. She realizes that the painkiller has stopped, but notes with relief that the IV needle remains stuck in her vein. There can be more!

"Hold still. If you need painkiller, I'll turn up the drip."

The big nurse is out of sight beneath Rachelle's raised legs, she can feel a latex-gloved hand opening her cheeks for a shot at her greasy starfish. A cold blunt shape contacts her defenseless bud. The pressure increases. Rachelle groans aloud as the object makes its way in. It starts to hurt, she grits her teeth and tears form in her eyes. She is just about to ask for painkiller when the round blub of it pops in and slides deliciously up her slippery rectum.

"Ooooh."

The nurse chuckles. "Feels good don't it?"

Rachelle is mortified at the rude comment. Not only was she unaware she had made any sound, but the nurse's inappropriate remark makes her feel cheap.

"That is the kind of thing gets people fired," Rachelle says angrily, under her breath.

The nurse scowls. "Ach, child, we don't want to be going all salty now, do we?"

"Just get it over with."

The nurse reaches out of Rachelle's vision and turns the drip completely off. She releases the clamp on the enema hose.

"Owwwww." Rachelle shouts. "No it hurts!"

"Shush, now," Big Nurse says softly. She pushes the fat probe hard up Rachelle's tender behind.

Rachelle is in more pain than she's ever felt. "Please turn on the drip!"

The nurse fakes a hand motion toward the IV bag. "I turned it up, you're ok."
"I am not! It hurts like hell! Stop it!"

"Shhh almost done." The bag rapidly floods Rachelle's abdomen.

The drapes part and two floor nurses look in. "Everything alright?" Their eyes widen as they take in lovely Rachelle's unladylike position, the white enema hose lewdly planted, prim sex lips peeking from symmetrical thighs. They glimpse the sparkle of the clit ring.

One nurse, secretly bisexual, nods knowingly at the other, spends a few extra seconds visualizing a long slow tongue massage of Rachelle's divine bottom from one end to the other. And back. Wetness gathers in the nurse's white cotton panties.

Big Nurse shakes her head, smiling sweetly. "No, ladies, we're about through here." She clamps off the hose. "Alright girl, on your feet. We have to take a walk."

She helps Rachelle stand, a difficult maneuver with the enema probe planted in her rectum. Rachelle's muscles grip tight, afraid she'll dribble! Her abdomen aches with liquid pressure. She longs for a toilet!

"Alright, march," Big Nurse says, rolling the enema bag on its stand through the gap in the drape. The two floor nurses step back but do not depart, looking on with interest.

"Wait," Rachelle says. "Can't we take this out first?" The idea of walking along the row of beds with that thing dangling from her rear in the open-backed gown is revolting. Every time she moves the nozzle gooses her deep inside. Everyone will see!

"You take your IV stand, I'll bring this one."

The nurse steps out smartly into the corridor, heading for the bathroom near the exit. Rachelle hurries to keep up, guiding her IV stand along and lewdly goosed with every step. She tries to adjust the drip herself, but is too busy keeping up.

The two floor nurses follow, getting an eyeful of Rachelle's shapely posterior curve, the rude enema hose which wiggles provocatively at her every step.

Rachelle reaches back in an attempt to close the gown, but the light fabric floats in the breeze and she can't manage it. Big Nurse turns into a bathroom and switches on the light, blocking the entry of the other two. They were interested in making it a foursome in the can. The dark pretty one, especially.

"Be off, now. I've got this."

Big Nurse closes the door, raises the toilet seat like a man would use it. "Stand over the toilet, don't sit."

"Are you going to stay in here with me?"

"Yes child. You have Demerol in you. You could fall. Now back up and widen your legs. I need you to squat above the seat. No, turn around and face me. Lower your bottom."

Rachelle grumbles but the pain in her belly is telling her something has to come out. She lowers her shapely fanny toward the waiting bowl. The gown hangs from her neck, revealing her entire naked body as it dangles from her neck to the floor.

"Feet wider, that's it, wider. Hurry girl! Wider!" The nurse kicks Rachelle's foot to move it outward.

From her squatted position, inflamed with anger, Rachelle snarls. "You fat bitch! I'm having you put on report."

Big Nurse smiles haughtily. "I can have you stand here all night with that enema in you. Now squat and let me pull that out!"

Rachelle is in pain, all she can do is lower herself and bend forward. The nurse fumbles behind her. Fingers roughly brush her exposed female lips and Rachelle jumps.

"Ahhh."

"Ach, child, you are a hot little fox aren't you?"

Finally the nurse gets a firm grip on the enema syringe, and pulls.

"Yiiieeeeeeeek!" Screams Rachelle.

"Don't be a wimp. Here it comes and hold on I don't want to get wet."

With a brusque yank, Big Nurse jerks the bulbous syringe from Rachelle's anus. What follows is a powerful jet of white enema fluid into the bowl. It sounds like a garden hose. Rachelle moans. Big Nurse places a strong hand behind Rachelle's neck and pushes her head down sharply.

"Let me go you fat cow! Aggggggh." Rachelle's bottom flups out another stream of enema fluid. Her insides are wide open to the relaxing brew. At that moment the bathroom door opens wide.

Doctor Chen stands there, the floor nurses at his back. The scene they take in is macabre. Rachelle squats low over the open toilet, the gown covers nothing. Her naked bottom projects far back, squirting shamelessly into the open bowl.

Big Nurse looks up in surprise, frozen in her pose of forcing Rachelle's head below her knees. Hurriedly she smiles sweetly, releasing her hold on the lovely young woman. Rachelle straightens, taking in the tableau of faces peering at her lewd pose, as another hard cramp overcomes her and she squats down.

Wracked with pain and embarrassment, Rachelle hisses at the peering faces. "I am going to sue this hospital for all it's worth!" Her face contorts in pain as another savage blurt splashes into the toilet.

"There are forms we can give you for any staff complaints," Doctor Chen says evenly with an eye at Big Nurse, "but first we must get you well."

Turning to Big Nurse, Chen barks, "Nurse Reardon, you are off the clock. Wait for me at the duty station." The man is furious. "This is not protocol. We are going to talk about this. Nurse Mohan, take over and help the patient. Everyone out!"

Grumbling, the big woman exits the bathroom, Doctor Chen and the other nurse following on her heels. The pretty dark-haired nurse steps into the bathroom and closes the door. The lock clicks sharply.

Nurse Mohan cannot believe her good fortune. Not three minutes ago she was wishing for a chance to be alone with this lovely blond woman, now she's in a locked bathroom with the naked creature, squatted above the institutional-grade bowl.

"My dear, I am Nurse Mohan. Call me Nadine. I'll help you through your enema procedure."

Rachelle half-stands, attempts to cover herself with the gown. The nurse places a warm hand on Rachelle's flaring hip. "How do you feel? Do you think you are finished?"

"Not sure."

"Well there is more in the bag. I think we should complete your cleansing."

"God no, really?" Rachelle looks in disbelief at the enema bag, the bulge at the bottom. "Do I have to?"

"Doctor's orders, I'm afraid. I'll be gentle. Oh! Your drip is turned completely off. I'll give you some now." Nurse Mohan makes the change. "You should feel better quickly. Now bend over. You can straighten your legs."

Rachelle feels a wave of warming bliss as the Demerol floods her brain. Light-headed, she bends sharply at the waist, the gown hangs useless from her neck to the floor. Her feminine form is completely on view to the pretty woman in hospital scrubs crouched beside her.

Nadine lifts the fat nozzle tip, wondering when the hospital started using these big fat ones. She tilts her head to examine Rachelle's curvy behind. With latex-covered fingers, she pulls aside a tender butt cheek. Rachelle shivers at the sensual touch. The bulb tip presses her greasy starfish. In her embarrassing position, being touched by the pretty nurse causes her mind to reel.

"Alright Miss, please push down like you are going to the bathroom and this will slide right in."

The young nurse's tone is reassuring. Rachelle does as she is told, and is rewarded by the slippery slide of the fat nozzle tip up her rear end. Soft fingers brush her exposed sex organ. Accidentally, to be sure.

"Ooooooo," Rachelle says. The gloved fingers do not withdraw, but remain pressed to her defenseless sex.

"I am going to start the flow now," says the young nurse. Rachelle holds her bent-over position. The nozzle pushes farther up her rectum, soft knuckles invade open girl-lips. One of them touches her clit ring.

"Ahhhh!" Rachelle is not sure whether she makes a sound, or merely thinks it.

"Excuse me," says the young nurse, meaning no such thing. She allows her fingers to extend, making full contact with Rachelle's erect clitoris. She makes a tentative stroke of the swollen sex bud.

"Oooooo," Rachelle breathes, rotating her hips in her bent-over position. She's never been touched by a woman there. Except for Big Nurse a while ago. She opens her eyes and looks at the pretty nurse smiling shyly at her.

"Is this all right?"

Rachelle cannot believe her own words. "It's unbelievable." Unconscious of her action, she pinches her own left nipple.

The nurse takes this as an invitation to slide her other hand up the inside of Rachelle's thigh to her spread crotch, causing the young woman to tremble deliciously. Warm fingers stroke lightly the slippery sex opening. Rachelle's hips make an involuntary twerking motion against the small hand.

A loud knock on the door. "Why is this door locked?" Doctor Chen's commanding voice.

"Almost done," Nurse Mohan calls out brightly. She removes the enema nozzle from Rachelle's rump, lowers the toilet seat, and helps Rachelle to sit, gathering the gown around her modestly. She opens the door to admit Doctor Chen.

"What is taking so long, nurse?" His eyes survey the young patient parked on the commode, holding the gown close to her breasts. "Are you doing alright, Miss?"

Rachelle's reply is a flarping squirt into the bowl. The sound echoes in the corridor outside. She curls up small on the toilet seat and hides her face in the bunched-up hospital gown.

"She is almost done," the nurse says breathlessly. "I'll clean her up and have her back in bed right away."

"See that you do." Chen exits. Rachelle can almost see the steam rising from his starched white collar. The door closes and the pert nurse locks it deftly.

"Goddammit! You people are bizarre! How are you going to humiliate me next?"

"I am so sorry, Miss Williams."

"Oh for god's sake call me Rachelle."

Nadine's heart skips a beat at the invitation. "What a beautiful name. Where did you get it?"

"It was my great-grandmother's."

"Would you like to have a shower and get cleaned up?"

"Yes I would. Very much." Rachelle is contemplating getting her clothes and leaving, as quickly as possible. The Demerol drip in her arm makes thinking difficult.

Nurse Nadine steps to a locked door inside the bathroom, opens it to reveal a shower stall. Shelves stacked with white fluffy towels and folded robes. There is also a shelf of menacing lace-at-the-neck green gowns. Nadine starts the shower and adjusts the warm.

Rachelle flushes the toilet and stands. As nurse Nadine moves behind the patient, her eyes hungrily caress Rachelle's golden flanks. "I'll just untie this for you, and you can step right in."

"Sure." Normally, Rachelle would say she could do it herself, but Nadine seems soft and willowy, no threat, and sincere. Rachelle stands still as gentle hands work the knotted tie. Nadine lifts the gown free and wads it into a hamper. Rachelle turns around, full frontal. Nadine is shocked at the smooth curves of her belly, the hairless feminine mound, the obvious piercing ring that squeezes tight on an engorged clitoral shaft. Jeez, I would eat her from behind!

"The IV." Rachelle holds out her arm where the intravenous is attached. Nurse Nadine quickly secures it, leaving the needle inserted but removing the tube. Plenty of Demerol solution remains in the hanging bag. Nadine hopes the lovely blond woman won't notice how her fingers tremble.

"Go ahead," Nadine says, trying hard to keep her eyes only on Rachelle's face. "Just be careful of the needle. I'll give you your privacy."

"You can stay. You are the sane one." Rachelle turns and steps into the shower. Nurse Nadine's eyes follow the move of sensuous hips.

Under the needle spray, Rachelle realizes she is horny. She has been exposed and handled from one end to the other, her clit is enraged with female heat. There is something about this girl nurse.

Rachelle has never kissed a girl. But hot blood makes her curious. Palm full of soap, she steps away from the spray and lathers herself all over. Shoulders, firm breasts, flat tummy. Slim fingers spend extra time in her slippery crotch. Rachelle opens her eyes. Nadine is staring at her, standing six feet away, hands to inflamed cheeks. Her mouth is open in a round excited 'O'. I have to get her phone number.

Rachelle looks at Nadine with lidded eyes, far gone with the painkillers. She imagines the nurse as a lovely princess walking a rainy forest, and she as her loyal servant girl. The princess has caught her bathing in the warm rain, and wants to watch her to wash herself all over.

The groping and probing of her body by so many hands has pushed Rachelle to a sexual frenzy. Doctor Chen's bony finger shoved up her anus, his contact with her sex. The enormous enema nozzle, which in her fantasy she visualizes as a dragon's prod.

She plants her feet wider. Both hands invade her crotch, massaging her soapy snatch. Her hips get loose, they jerk and buck with every flick on her swollen clitty.

"Hello your majesty, yes your majesty," Rachelle says dreamily, eyes closed.

The nurse takes a step closer, as though sleepwalking. Drawn by female heat, this wanton prize on full display.

"You're playing with me," Nadine breathes.

"I'm playing with myself at your command, Highness," Rachelle whispers in her Demerol dream.

"What you're doing goes right through to my soul," Nadine breathes, drunk on Rachelle's beauty.

"Your Highness honors this simple servant girl."

Puzzled, Nadine stops frozen in her tracks. This one is a real looney. Rachelle lowers herself in a squat, legs wide, hands slurping back and forth through her soapy crack. She fucks two fingers up her tight girl-hole, leaning back on one arm, watching the nurse's face. Nadine gives a little bleat of squelched desire, and reaches both hands up her uniform skirt. Rachelle's eyes close, working her crotch wildly, her breath echoes ragged in the steamy room.

Beneath the uniform, Nadine's fingers pull her moist panties aside, she gets her thumbs on either side of her small clit and presses hard, rotating her pleasure-bud in lascivious circles. I wish I could be naked with her. But the danger is too great, discovery almost certain. Her job!

Rachelle collapses onto her back in the shower spray. Feet planted wide, she humps strongly upward as though fucking an invisible green forest monster. She lets go hoarse cries of Ungh, Ungh, Ungh that drive poor Nadine beyond wild. With slitted eyes, the two women watch one another push themselves over the edge.

Flat on the shower floor, Rachelle stretches like a cat, legs wide. She laughs, gets up on wobbly legs. Rinsing herself, Rachelle's body trembles with orgasmic aftershocks. A few feet away Nadine is in a deep squat, working her crotch feverishly, eyes raking Rachelle's wet body. Rachelle is coming to her senses and once more feels shame. What was I thinking?

A loud knock on the bathroom door. Nadine jerks her head around, shouts out almost done, and continues to manipulate her wet sex under the crisp uniform.

"We need her in the theater!" A nurse's stern command through the door.

"She's in her shower. Five minutes," Nadine calls back, her cheeks beet-red with the strain of orgasm.

Rachelle turns off the water, steps to the shelf for a large white towel, smiles at Nadine, who rises on weak legs.

Trying to make sense of the strange dream orgasm, Rachelle sees the whole night filled with acts she'd never contemplated. The drugs make her hot. That, and having her hairless crotch viewed and handled by several people in public view.

Dry now, Rachelle fastens a clean gown around her neck. She turns to Nadine, who's bracing herself one-handed against the wall. "Ready?"

Nadine laughs. "I'm ready to go again." Laughing into each other's eyes, the women exit the bathroom. Nadine feels Rachelle's breath on her face and wants to lunge at her. Softly talking, they walk together down the long corridor, Rachelle completely ignoring the breezy gap that reveals her tilting goddess hips.