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 Trainee Nurse

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   Chapter 3 - The Interview

   Stepping nervously into Mr Reynold's office, Cathy is immediately
surprised to discover that there are two people present.  The room is
brightly lit from ceiling lights only rather than sunlight, as the thick
window drapes opposite the door are pulled fully closed.  To her left, Mr
Reynolds is sitting behind a wide polished wooden desk, tapping a set of
papers straight on edge against the desk top as he fixes her with an
evaluating gaze.  To her right, a young woman in the standard one-piece
gray uniform of a hospital nurse is rolling a white linen-covered cart into
the far corner of the room.  Her back is towards Cathy.

   Behind her, the door closes with a firm sounding 'snick'.  Mr Reynolds
leans over to a small console at the side of his desk, and flips a switch.
There's a second distinct 'click' behind her.  He presses another button
and speaks into the device.  "Mirriam, set the machine to take all incoming
calls please.  We are not to be disturbed.  You may leave for the evening
when you have finished making those backups of the videos and copies of the
cover letter."

   Cathy pauses, unsure what to do.  As she takes in more of the room it's
not clear to her where she should go.  There's no chair in front of Mr
Reynold's desk.  Over on the opposite side of the room by the woman with
the cart there's a wide leather lounge with a coffee table in front and
dark ornate glass-encased shelving to either side, laden floor to ceiling
with books.  There are a couple of tall backed chairs also, but these are
against the wall over by the window.  At the junction of the bookshelves
and the outside window wall, there's another door, closed.

   One other curious item of furniture is just catching her eye, when her
attention is called back to Mr Reynolds.  He's turned his gaze to her
again, and addresses her coolly.  "Good afternoon Miss Donalds.  Thank you
for coming at such short notice.  Come, don't be shy, please stand here."
He waves to the space in front of his desk, and so as she turns that way
and walks over she loses sight of the woman, and the strange object that
was nearer the door on her right.  She thinks 'Miss Donalds'?  In normal
hospital parlance she is addressed as Nurse Donalds, even though she hasn't
graduated her course yet.  His use of 'Miss' seems a little cool, as does
the apparent instruction to stand before him on the open floor.  A thread
of darker foreboding begins to form in her mind, weaving through her
jumbled nervousness and perilously distracting physical state of her body.

   Standing there for several long moments, as he silently considers her,
she doesn't know whether to reply or not.  She isn't sure she could manage
to anyway, since the whole situation is suddenly having a most unwelcome
and unexpected effect on her.  His coolness, finding herself standing
before his desk like this, hearing the unknown Matron doing something
unseen with the cart not far behind her, and the image of that odd
furnishing...  it was like some kind of low, sloping padded bench.  She
didn't really have time to notice, but at it's corners, were those... 
straps?  She finds herself struggling to avoid fidgetting, as cool drafts
waft against her bare sex under the very short skirt, the lips wet and
engorged, her clitoris throbbing urgently with every surge of her rapid
pulse.  Still he regards her silently, and a minute trickle of fluid seeps
with tiny intensity from inside her, to hang on her pubic lips like some
kind of damning accusation.  She sees his impenetrably neutral gaze drop
deliberately to her chest, where she knows her hard nipples are clearly
spiked up under her thin blouse, barely restrained at all by her gauzy bra.
She cannot even stop the too-rapid rise and fall of her chest, being
slightly breathless as she is.  From the brisk walk, and...  her... 
suddenly she feels an excruciating certainty that Mr Reynolds is perfectly
aware of exactly how aroused she is.  There's a metalic 'clink' behind her,
in the area of that cart.  Again her one brief glance of the strange bench
thing surfaces in her mind's eye...  those were definitely straps.  Her
pounding heart gives a lurch, and along with it her vagina.  She realises
her hips have shuddered slightly, visibly, even as she watches his gaze
take in all of her.  There's an almost imperceptible raise of his eyebrows,
a firming around the corners of his eyes at her movement.

   "Well Miss Donalds, how are you finding your residency here at Mount St
Joseph?"



   ----- %%% incomplete.  note: He engages her in disconcertingly neutral
chat, yet all the while her certainty that he's aware of her deep arousal
feeds back somehow to make that arousal more intense.  It seems to her as
if she is standing there naked, her hairless swollen slit exposed.

   -------

   "Now Miss Donalds, I'd like to quickly review with you some of the
provisions of your enrollment papers.  I have them here." He picks up a
stapled together sheaf of printed forms and holds it up so she can see the
front.  "You signed these when you applied to enter the nursing course
here. Do you recognise these?"

   She can see her own name, in her own handwriting on the front.  She
nods, yes, she does.  She had been so happy to have received acceptance in
the initial selection round, and had filled in those forms with joyfull
eagerness.  She's not so sure now where this is going.

   "Good, good.  And of course you did read the contractual provisions on
page four before signing, I presume?" He flips to page four, the last page,
and holds it up so she can see her own signature at the bottom of the page
of moderately fine print.  He looks at her questioningly.  "A yes or no,
please."

   She nods mutely again, though not at all sure if she really did read
that page of legalese.  Then his last words sink in, and she realises that
he's asking her to speak.  She finds herself having difficulty getting her
throat to work, now this interview is taking a distinctly hazardous turn.
"Uh...  hem...  Y.  Yes, I read it Mr Reynolds."

   "Of coure, of course.  Humour me for a moment then, while I run over
some of it again.  I'll paraphrase, these lawyers never could learn to
speak common English, ha ha.  See here, in paragraph eight, you agreed to
uphold the high standards of professional integrity and ethical principles
of the Hospital, as defined in the Hospital Code of Practice and
Proceedures Manual.  Which is actually one of the required texts in your
nursing course, correct?"

   "Hc..  Yes, Mr Reynolds." "And you do have a copy, and have read it? 
I'd be surprised if you hadn't since it's actually an examined subject in
first semester, and you received exemplary high marks on the topic."

   Her feeling of rising dread is nearly choking her.  Is this going where
she's afraid it might be?  With downcast eyes she answers softly.  "Yes...
I have read the Codes manual Mr Reynolds."

   "Well then, going on.  You see here in the next few paragraphs of the
enrolment contract, where penalties for breaking the rules of conduct are
laid out?  Listing them briefly, our range of options for remedy include
disciplinary measures, expulsion, imposition of liability for damages of
malpractice lawsuit by patients, salary recovery plus penalties, health
care industry blacklisting and filing of civil and/or criminal charges."

   He pauses for a long moment, fixing her with a steady, stern gaze as he
lets that sink in.

   "I'm sure you understand that someone who *very* *seriously* overstepped
the bounds of both moral and legal conduct in her position as a trainee
nurse, would be in great deal of trouble, don't you Miss Donalds?"

   She feels like the world is caving in on her.  Though he hasn't actually
said anything specific, there's no doubt anymore in her mind where this is
going.  She can feel a blush rising in her cheeks, to match the burn going
on in her crotch.  Her pantiless, wet crotch, hidden only by the
insubstantial curtain of her short dress.  Which feels as if it might as
well be gone already, for all the sense of safety and secrecy it's giving
her - none at all.  She can barely manage a whisper.  "I...  yes..."

   "Indeed.  Now I'd like you to stand right there, and pay careful
attention to some video recordings I'm going to play for you on that." He
gestures to a large flatscreen display hanging on the wall to her left. 
"You will find these disturbing, but it's important that you pay close
attention to all of it, since next we'll be discussing the details of
what's shown and how we can go forwards.  Also I very much doubt you'll
want to have to watch any of it a second time."

   He presses a button on his console.  A video appears - it's of the ward,
and her.  She's holding Mr Bryan's penis in a urine bottle, but not exactly
in the approved manner.  For one thing he's fully erect, and her hand is
wrapped tightly around his shaft, making jerking strokes up and down it. 
Also her other hand has pulled the urine bottle well clear of his organ,
allowing her stroking grip to travel the full length of his shaft.  She's
staring fixedly at the organ, as the patient appears to be fumbling for the
call button and speaking angrily to her.  A time and date stamp ticks away
at the bottom of the screen.

   There's a cut, a moment of black, then the picture returns with a
timestamp later in the day.  It's a similar scene except now she's bent
over the suspended, fully naked Mr Bryan, with her face pressed close into
his crotch.  The camera angle is from somewhere up in the ceiling, but the
shaft of his rigid erection with her lips stretched around its base is very
clear.  Her head bobs up and down several times.  There's no sound, but Mr
Bryan's expression clearly shows exasperation and an element of
unwillingness, even dismay at his helplessness.

   Reynolds pushes the button again.  The image skips, and now she's
holding his stiff erection tightly with both hands, jacking them up and
down on the shaft.  Her face visible, with an expression of open-mouthed
lust.  His body language and expression clearly convey an attempt to stop
her, despite the helplessness of his arms immobilised in plaster casts. 
Worse, her skirt is obviously hiked up around her waist, showing her
pantiless state.  Another button press; now she's seen holding his erection
in a urine bottle, still standing naked from the waist down.  But here her
legs are widely parted, her hairless sex vividly exposed and on view to her
patient as if to deliberately torment him with an involuntary erection
during his toilet.  This scene continues for several minutes, with almost
no motion other than a lustful slight undulation of her hips.  The patient
appears to be attempting to ignore her, his eyes closed and motionless
apart from intermittent tiny shudders of his body and an occasional twitch
of his rigid erection in her fingers.  Button press...  and here she's
pulling her uniform off over her head, to stand beside the bed totally
naked but for her bra.  At this point his penis was merely thickened, lying
almost soft on his stomach.  She hadn't realised how long Mr Bryan had
gazed at her silently, looking her up and down, and how she'd thrust out
her breasts at him in their sheer bra.  She hadn't realised how his
erection had hardened again as she stood there, till once again it stands
rigidly upright.  Finally on screen he could be seen saying something with
a dismissive shake of his head, whereupon she put her dress back on.

   She's speechless with shock, feeling a crimson rush to her face.

   "Wait Miss Donalds, there's more.  This hospital's administration has
been concerned about your behaviour and state of mind for some time now. 
Sufficient to prompt us to install that and other surveilance cameras. 
Here's one from the ward storeroom, several days ago."

   His hand clicks the button, and another view appears.  It seems to be
looking upwards from low down in a small unoccupied room.  A door opposite
opens, and she sees herself walk in, with a ward recognisable outside. 
There's a Sister visible at a desk across the other room, looking towards
the storeroom.  Cathy walks towards the camera, then when very close she
reaches up high to get something from an upper shelf.  The camera captures
her skirt riding far up her hips, revealing at no more than a foot or two
away that she is naked under the skirt.  The view is so close and detailed
that her slit is very clear, including the projection of her erect
clitoris. The well lit colour image even captures a sheen of slick dampness
along her lower lips, and their puffy, darkened state.  She turns to the
side and moves along the shelves out of view.  The Sister in the background
can be seen staring into the storeroom, then gesturing to someone out of
view.  That person comes into view and they whisper to each other
secretively.  Then both settle to wait,looking into the storeroom.  Cathy
reappears from off camera, now carrying a cardboard box.  Her skirt is
still rucked high on her waist, her pubes fully exposed to the camera below
the box she's carrying in front of her.  She again faces close up to the
camera, stretching to put the box up high.  Seeming to have some difficulty
reaching, since this pose is maintained for several seconds as she makes
small jumping pushes upwards.  Then she turns again, this time holding a
different, smaller box as she walks away towards the door.  She's seen to
absentmindedly brush her skirt down, apparently without an awareness of how
high it was.  She closes the door behind her, never seeming to notice the
two Sisters gazing at her in astonishment from across the outer room.

   "I'll skip the various other similar instances.  There are a few.  We'll
go straight to the strangest segments, which I must say are quite bizarre."
He clicks the button rapidly several times, resulting in flickering cuts
through other scenes, too rapidly for her to absorb.  The picture
stabilizes and she recognizes a view of her own small room in the Nurses'
quarters.  The date onscreen is over a week ago.  Again it is a view
looking down from somewhere in the ceiling, with much of the frame occupied
by her single bed.  The covers are turned down to near the foot of the bed,
as she often does just before retiring.  The only light comes from a lamp
on her bedside table.  What sends a terrified chill through her already
shocked body, is the obviousness of her *other* special preparations. 
Unconsciously her hands rise to her mouth, while the video continues as she
knows it will.

   From each of the four corner bedposts, a length of cloth towelling lies
loose on the bed.  In the center of the sheet lies another small tangle of
cloth strips.  From the image it's hard to identify what it might be,
though of course she knows exactly what it is.  And how clear that will
become at any moment, because...

   Sure enough, with a sense of fatalistic doom, she sees herself walk into
frame.  Naked, she's combing out her hair with a brush.  Sits down on the
edge of the bed, still combing.  A perfectly ordinary action, if only she
was not sitting with her thighs splayed very widely, obviously making a
conscious effort to keep them spread as far as possible.  Once again her
completely bald crotch is fully on display, and once again even at this
greater distance to the camera, there's a fleshy prominence visible at the
apex of her slit.  Still brushing her hair for a couple more minutes she
seems to momentarily forget her resolve to keep her legs so widely parted,
and they drift closer together.  Till she suddenly gives her body a shake,
and with clear determination spreads her thighs to their widest again. 
Till now her arms have been mostly in front of her chest as she brushed,
but now she tosses the brush onto the bedside table, and sits for a moment
leaning back with her weight on her arms resting palm down on the matress
to her sides.  She's looking down her body, breasts thrust out and legs
still splayed wide.  Despite the camera distance, now it's clearly visible
that her nipples are standing out prominently too.  Her expression is
inscrutible apart from a kind of determined set.

   Then she stands quickly, as if in a hurry.  She snatches the small
tangle of cloth and straps from the center of the bed, and shakes it out,
arranging it in her hands.  Holding one of the cloth loops open she lowers
it and steps first one foot then the other through, then pulls it up her
legs and over her hips.  Once it's around her waist she pulls a
loose-hanging end, tightening the belt till it pulls into her waist firmly.
Now there is a loop hanging down between her still-spread thighs, with an
indistinct cloth object hanging below her crotch, and from it a couple more
strips coming up loosely in a wide V, meeting small buckles at the waist
belt near each side of her hips.

   She grasps the cloth object and manipulates it briefly.  Her hands
obscure what's happening, but only for a moment.  Then she's pulling it
upwards against tension in the strip back between her thighs, and
positioning it carefully at her crotch.  The picture resolution isn't
enough to be certain, but it looks as if she's fitting the cloth object
exactly over the projection of her clitoris, then pressing it down firmly.
A visible shudder runs through her body, with her hips especially giving a
rolling, undulating motion.  Then she's holding the cloth in place with one
hand while hitching the two upper strips tight at the waist buckles.  As
soon as they are indenting the strips into the soft flesh of her abdomen
she spins around as if in a great rush, and climbs onto the bed on all
fours.  Then turns again, so she is sitting upright in the middle of the
sheets, legs flat and outstretched towards each of the foot bedposts.

   In Mr Reynold's office, watching this, she now has her hands clasped in
shock crosswise over her mouth and cheeks.  She's watching the screen
transfixed like an animal caught in headlights, but Mr Reynolds at his desk
is also in her field of view.  She can't help her eyes darting to him for a
moment, and finds herself looking directly into his eyes.  He's ignoring
the screen, instead considering her closely, judging her reactions.  Her
gaze trapped, locked to his, she feels as if she may faint.  Her body is a
mass of quivering, heart-racing, crushing humiliation and sexual arousal,
but her mind feels like it's floating free of all that, drifting into some
different, far away, safe quiet place where none of this is happening. 
None of this...  especially not the continuing video, in which she's tying
cloth tapes from the bedposts around her ankles, then lying back on the
bed, reaching her arms up to the other two tapes and slipping her hands
through the pre-tied slip-loops, and pulling them tight around her wrists.
Then grasping the wrist cords tightly, and pulling herself upwards in the
bed, tightening the cords to her ankles and thus stretching her legs
straight and wide to the lower bedposts.  Then letting herself fall limp on
her back, spreadeagled and naked apart from the narrow strapwork around her
waist and crotch, with only a tiny cloth object covering just the upper end
of the slit between her legs.  From that one strap downwards, already
pulled entirely inside the puffy slit of her exposed sex.  As for the cloth
object, now it can be seen clearly at last.  It isn't just a piece of thin
cloth, it's more like a small, squat cloth cylinder.  It's standing out
from her body exactly where her outsize clitoris would be visible, if not
covered.  The straps pull it tightly into the upper junction of her labia.

   Knowing what comes next, Cathy is torn in agony between the unbearable
shame of holding Mr Reynold's gaze, or the crushing humiliation of watching
the rest of this on the screen.  She wishes she could simply close her eyes
and drift off forever to some happy place, but somehow, automatically, her
eyes switch back to the screen.  To the sight of her hips beginning a slow,
sexual undulation, as they always do at this point.  It is an excruciating
agony of embaressment to watch, just as she knows how very uncomfortable it
is in fact.  This is where she permits the desires of her body to have
their way briefly, to drive themselves blindly, futilely against the spikey
cage of her deliberately imposed restraints.  She allows, even encourages
her wanton thrusting hips to pull the strap taut within the folds of her
sex, teasing and stroking the physical desires into a burning flame.  A
flame of desire inevitably recast into a punishment of itself, as the
pleasure tries to overcome the far greater waves of outraged complaint from
her most intimate part, as each thrust grinds countless bristle ends into
her stiff, aching, clitoris.

   This usually continues for some time each night, arousal straining
against discomfort until she feels she has scourged herself enough for
today's sins.  Then permitting her body to lie still, till once again the
unwanted flames in her body die down under that prickly torment, and allow
her to sleep.  Really these sessions are a penitance, a trying proof of her
devoutness and resolution in avoidance of sin.  Something she would not
need to impose on herself if only her body was not afflicted with her
clitoral deformity and the oversized desires that seem to come with it.

   Unfortunately, the visual effect onscreen is of a very sexily built
young woman, naked but for some kind of kinky genital harness device, tied
in an erotic self-bondage X, writhing in what seems to be the throes of
heavy, self-induced sexual arousal.  Bound as she is there's not much she
can do but buck her hips up and down, or grind them in sensuous circles and
sways, and there's a great deal of that.  The camera view clearly captures
the tightened pull of the strap into the cleft of her sex with each hip
thrust, and it's perfectly obvious from the way her hips rock against the
bed that this is deliberate.  The whole thing looks to be obviously some
form of elaborate form of masturbation!

   The other thing that is obvious, is the excessive amount of bouncing
around of her generous breasts with the movement of her body.  She wasn't
aware of how much they wobbled around as she let her body express its
frustrations in this part of her usual nightly routine.  She never notices,
being more occupied with the conflict between her bodily desire to move her
hips, and the intense prickling discomfort the movements cause to her
demanding clitoris, as the sharp bristles inside the cloth cylinder work
their ends against her over-sensitive nub.  But it's most blatant here, in
this video.  For some reason, seeing her own breasts doing that makes her
nipples become even harder.

   Watching it like this makes her teeth grit together in reflex, just as
they always do at the time.  It really does hurt as her hips do their
lustful instinctive dance, but all the while pulling on the crotch cords
and twisting those bristles into her clit with each thrust.  Eventually the
pain always wins out, her unwanted fires wane, and tiredness draws her down
to sleep.  The problem here and now is that she *isn't* wearing her
harness, and somehow the sight of her own naked body writhing in what
*looks* like wanton erotic pleasure is having a calamitous effect on her
self control.  Already feeling disassociated from this unbearable
humiliation, her mind is shutting down, growing more and more distant from
her body.  She can feel her hands against her mouth and cheeks still, but
somehow her body is reacting powerfully on its own.  Her feet slide wider
on the floor, assuming the usual wide-spread posture.  Her hips begin an
undulating thusting, much like on the screen.  She's panting heavily now,
her heart pounding blood powerfully through her body, a driving pulse felt
in her sex, her breasts, and heard roaring in her ears.  Something deep
down inside her is awakening, sensing that this time there is no pain, no
prickly barrier against pleasure.  The pounding of her pulse in her sex is
intense and growing.  Her breath is coming in short pants now, and the
tension rising in her makes her throat tighten with each hard exhalation,
till she is begining to vocalise a repeating soft moan.



   Off to her side, Mr Reynolds is watching Cathy's developing reaction
with amazement.  He and his personal assistant Jan had been going over
Cathy's file all afternoon, as well as editing down some highlights of the
many hours of stored surveilance video to produce the final sequence now
playing.  The video cameras have been hidden in the wards for years as a
security measure, but the recorder unit is normally allowed to overwrite
its buffer without anyone ever having viewed the content.  About two months
ago a chance comment from one of Cathy's course supervisors about the
girl's unusually introverted and quiet character had prompted him to look
at her file.

   It had seemed all quite ordinary - consciencious worker, above average
course results.  Until he read the report from Cathy's medical checkup on
beginning her course.  The hospital doctor who'd handled the checkups had
entered the usual abbreviated notations for a healthy young woman, until it
came to the gynacological exam.  During which the fellow had apparently
been shaken out of abbreviations, and actually resorted to whole words. 
Even complete sentences!  Something he'd *never* previously seen from this
particular doctor under any circumstances.

   Ptnt extr reluct to disrb.  Elev plse, fcl blsh.  Brst exam norm.  Rpd
nppl engorg, pulse elev, full body blush.

   On uncovering pelvic area, patient presented with profound engorgement
of uniquely developed clitoris.

   Genitals - complete depiliation, and strong arousal indicators.  Patient
asserted depil.  was permanent.

   Asked patient if she would prefer to continue the exam another day, when
she is calmer.

   Patient responded "no, this just happens, I'm sorry."

   Continued exam, with pauses to allow patient to calm herself. 
Hyper-sensitivity of genital area especially

   clitoral shaft.  Patient exhibits strong reflexive pelvic response to
brief genital manipulation.

   Hymen intact, small opening, copious discharge - lubrication only, no
infection.

   No internal exam conducted.

   Conducted 15 minute treadmill phsyiology test san clothing.  Patient
highly cooperative to all directions,

   despite high embaressment and also discomfort of breast bounce on
teadmill.  Clitoral and nipple erection

   sustained unchanged, together with other primary and secondary arousal
indications.

   After patient dressed and left the rooms, a pair of used female panties
was

   discovered hidden under trash in the wastepaper basket.  Crotch area
still very damp - see attached photo and

   the item enclosed in attached ziplock.  Note patient had disrobed before
commencement of breast & gyn.  exam,

   so lubric.  was pre-existing.

   There had indeed been a pair of panties in the file, and a photo of them
in very wet-crotched state.  On reviewing certain ward video logs, it
became apparent that Cathy was indeed in the habit of sometimes going
commando.  Not that the Administration could ever admit to having such
logs, however at this point any other trainee nurse would have been taken
aside and spoken to quietly about the uniform code.

   Cathy's case seemed special though.  Such an interesting combination of
circumstances.  He'd decided to simply continue monitoring her closely. 
She almost never socialised with other staff at the hospital, even though
as far as he could tell she rarely if ever left the grounds.  Very shy, yet
endowed with unique sexual development.  A very pretty girl too, with a
fine figure.  For a while he was thinking the best thing might be to ask
the hospital social counsellor to have a talk with her.  Eventually. 
Luckily Jan was coming to share his interest in reviewing Cathy's
appearances on the security videos.  It was Jan that noticed Cathy
sometimes walking slightly differently, and after a while that these times
seemed to be usually the same days the girl went without panties.

   Around this time they were thinking Cathy's problem might be something
like extremely repressed hyper-sexuality associated with her abnormal
genital development.  A form of undiagnosed Persistent Sexual Arousal
combined with shyness, perhaps.  But they really didn't know, and no simple
indirect way to raise the subject with her presented itself.

   And so over a week ago he'd taken the unusual step of inspecting her
room quietly for clues.  The complex nature of Cathy's problem had become
apparent when he found her 'harness', and realised the thing was a means of
self-torture.  That same day he had a hidden camera installed in her room,
and thus the discovery that she was in fact going to great lengths to block
her own sexual expression, to the point of preventing orgasm...  suddenly
things were much clearer, and also more complicated.



   Till that point he'd been considering simply reprimanding her for
unprofessionalism, reminding her that she must wear regulation
undergarments while on duty, and warning her that repeat offences would see
her expelled.  Plus suggesting she might like to speak with the social
counsellor.  He'd not have revealed the ward video surveilance, and simply
have arranged some sort of random uniform check to catch her pantiless. 
There wasn't any point discussing her private practices in her dorm room,
so long as they didn't interfere with her work or study, which they didn't
seem to.  No point mentioning the cameras either, since that detail might
get passed on to the rest of the nursing staff.  Who'd start wondering if
there might be cameras in some of their rooms, and then searching
carefully. And he certainly didn't want that.

   The 'harness' discovery had made that simple plan entirely unsuitable.
Finding that the girl was for some reason engaged in fairly determined
orgasm denial, of unknown duration, was just ringing too many of his fetish
bells.  Young female, nursing uniforms, depilitated, large clitoris, and
now orgasm denial?  He'd thought 'you're kidding me!?' when he'd first held
her bristley 'harness' in his hands last week in her dorm room.  From that
point on he'd known that this was going to get complicated.  And possibly
quite a bit risky for him.  Also, that his personal assistant Jan was going
to be put on a much less frequent orgasm allowance, just because.

   Then today, bingo.  Today's live videos from the ward were absolutely
perfect.  The scenes couldn't have been hotter and more incriminating if
he'd scripted them himself.  Jesus Christ, she'd go to gaol if we pressed
charges!  Thank God for horny plaster-casted patients, especially ones with
open minds *and* apparently something against letting a pretty nurse jack
them off.  He had no idea why that Bryan patient had been simultaneously
flirty with the girl, and then stuck up about his virginity or whatever,
but it made for some exceptionally damning video when edited carefully.  In
any case Mr Bryan would be leaving in a few more weeks, and Cathy now
wouldn't be.  The only question remaining was, what exactly was he going to
do with her?  Considering that with this material he could pretty well do
whatever he liked with her.

   Still, there was much exploration of the potentials of this situaton
still to be done.  How long has she been doing this?  What exactly was her
motivation, and how would he manipulate that to suit his own likes?  Was
she really as submissive as the physical exam report suggested, or would
she be a constant struggle to control?  Apparently hetero, going by the
patient-mollestation, but did she have any trace of bi?  A virgin no less!
Would she be a live fuck, or a log?  The latter didn't seem very likely
judging by the nightly videos.  So many questions, so much to do!  The
whole thing was giving him a delicious rush and virtually constant hardon.
Normally this year he'd been allowing himself one orgasm a week, with twice
daily halted blowjobs from Jan.  So the frequent hardons were a pretty
normal and deliberate part of his business routine.  This was his kink - he
simply liked to conduct his business meetings and suchlike with an erection
throbbing secretly in his pants.  Properly controlled, a mild sexual buzz
seemed to give him an edge in negotiations, and extra drive.  But this...
the videos of this twisted nurse jacking a patient, exposing herself to
him, and the knowledge that she was probably doing these things due to an
*extreme* case of long orgasm-denied sexual frustration...  it was making
his own buzz into more of a deafening roar.

   Hard to concentrate...  And this situation required careful, small
steps. So for the sake of clarity of mind, he'd already blown his load into
Jan twice this one afternoon - quite an unusual event for him.  The first
time he'd unlocked her shield and let her finger herself to near orgasm
while watching him edit down the midday incident in which Cathy masturbated
the patient nearly to coming.  He'd had Jan strip and lie across his desk
as he did the editing, with instructions to neither stop or cum till he'd
finished arranging the edits.  He'd taken his time, playing the same
segments of Cathy's fist stroking that stiff organ over and over, as Jan
watched and her struggle not to cum grew more difficult.  It had been ten
days for her, which was getting into redline territory.  Finally he decided
the edit was good, told her 'hands-off', locked her shield again and had
her kneel in front of him and deliver one of her excellent blowjobs.

   He'd thought that would probably be it for today's video events, but no.
Later in the afternoon there was the 'spilt drink, Cathy sucks dick'
astounding event.  His erection had returned before then, just from
thinking about various possibilities with the oversexed nurse.  Not to
mention Jan's distinctly squirmy and breathless state since midday whenever
she came into his office.  He'd told her to get a grip, but it made little
difference.  So he'd spent a few minutes giving her a fairly mild obedience
reminder - hiked her skirt up, pulled down her panties to her knees,
pressed her face down over his desk, removed only the lower half of her
shield exposing her vagina, reddened her bottom with ten sharp strokes of a
ruler, then very, very carefully and slowly slipped a middle finger into
her usually forbidden (to her) vagina and massaged her g-spot until she was
a shaking, tearful mess of very-near-cumming frustration.  She knew what
she'd get if she broke down and begged him to let her cum, and it was his
little game to try and make her break.  Today she'd succeeded in resisting
the temptation, so when he was satisfied she'd been well and truly edged he
patted her approvingly on her still reddened bottom, and relocked the
shield.  He even gave her two minutes to recover and tidy up before sending
her back to the main office with the other girls.

   That had brought his buzz back most firmly, and he'd been happily
dealing with some paperwork when the small screen window displaying the
Bryan ward got interesting.  The view had become so *very* interesting,
that he'd actually released his erection from his trousers and jacked
himself as he watched fate drop this magnificent gift in his lap.  So to
speak.  He could almost feel her sexy, oddly perverted body slipping onto
his cock as the scene unfolded, and had to be very careful he didn't let
his hand get carried away.  When the sequence was over, and Cathy had gone
back to her other chores he was so over excited he'd immediately called Jan
back to his office.  As soon as she arrived he'd simply stripped her
without saying a word, pulled her into the ensuite, given her a very
functional and quick enema, then brought her back to bend over his desk. 
Fucking her tight-gripping arse always made him come very quickly, well
before he needed to worry about her potentially reaching orgasm.  Today was
no exception, despite having already emptied his balls just a couple of
hours earlier.

   Then he had her stay around (naked except for her shield) and help him
with organising the rest of the day, which he'd already decided might as
well be the day to begin taking Cathy into hand.  Discussing it, they'd
decided it would probably work best to make the new arrangements
semi-official rather than something private between just them and Cathy. 
Her behaviour was so extreme, so scandalous, so liability prone, that it
opened up really astonishing potentials for her 'management' to intersect
with her continued employment and education at the hospital.

   Once he'd decided on an approach and checked Jan was comfortable with
her role in events, he had her change into her sexy nurses uniform then
head over to Cathy's dorm room to fetch a few items.  He also told her to
bring a medical play trolley, a frame and a bench - she knew what those
meant.  Rather a change to be fetching such things, but not to be used on
her this time.

   Now here is Cathy in his office, watching the carefully edited video. 
He'd expected her to be shaking in her shoes by this point, possibly crying
and most definitely begging to not be expelled and handed over to the
police.  He had NOT expected her to slip into some kind of sexual trance,
and appear to be working herself up to an orgasm.  Typical.  No battle plan
ever survives first contact with the enemy, he thinks.  The combined
humiliating lecture and blackmail ultimatum he'd had in mind to deliver
after the video is already out the window.  'Oh well, just have to wing it.
Lets try rolling with Firm Benevolence.' he thinks.  Gods, his cock is so
hard.  He probably should have fucked Jan again right before Cathy got
here, so he didn't have to deal with an intense desire to just throw this
Donalds nympho on the floor and fuck her brains out.

   He turns the video off.  In front of his desk, Cathy is presenting a
strange sight.  Her hands have moved upwards to now cover her whole face,
so she doesn't even seem to have seen that the video is stopped.













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