Chapter 3 - This Must Be A Mistake!
Nurse Mary, a plump, pleasant faced woman who radiated reassurance, ushered
Lisa into the small room.
"Take off your clothes and give them to me. I'll take them, have them dry
cleaned and then pack them away for when you leave. Nurse Gretchen will be back
with a uniform for you. She'll show you to your accomodations."
As a highly successful fashion model, Lisa was used to exhibiting her
perfect body to strangers. She peeled with alacrity down to her push-up bra and
high cut lace panties.
"I don't have to take it all off, eh?"
Mary folded up her clothes and spoke jocularyly.
"No, only a very privileged few get to see a nurse's underwear!"
They both had a good chortle over that. Mary left with Lisa's clothes.
A short time later, Nurse Gretchen arrived. She was a large, hard-faced,
black woman. At her side stood two very muscular male nurses, also black. Lisa
looked at them uncertainly. Nurse Gretchen insolently threw a short, hospital
gown to Lisa and looked at her underwear disapprovingly.
"Patients don't wear underwear. Just the gown."
Lisa smiled uncertainly.
"I'm not a patient! I'm just staying here for a while. You were supposed to
bring me a nurse's uniform!"
The three nurses laughed indulgently. Nurse Gretchen shook her head.
"You seem confused, white girl! Are you a nurse?"
'No, not really."
"Are you a Doctor?"
"No."
Gretchen crowed triumphantly.
"Then you have to be a patient! Take off that fancy bra and them skimpy
panties and put on the gown, whitey!"
As the only one in the room who was stripped to her underwear, Lisa felt at
a social disadvantage, but she perservered.
"My lawyer sent me here. I'm part of a protection program. Please! Talk to
Dr. Baumann."
Nurse Gretchen rolled her eyes expressively and shook her head.
"I just finished talking to him! You've comitted yourself, filled out all
the legal papers and everything. You signed all the releases and waivers. You
are now officially in our electrical discipline program, white girl! Until Dr.
Baumann says you're cured!"
Lisa stared unbelievingly.
"WHAT?!!"
Nurse Gretchen's face hardened.
"Quit horsin' around, girl! Stop yer grinnin' and drop yer linen!"
Lisa looked at her contemptuously.
"I suppose that if I don't take them off, these two goons will!"
Nurse Gretchen snorted derisively.
"You weren't listenin', honkie bitch! I said you were in a discipline
program. If I tell you to do somethin', you do it! I didn't tell these fine
black gentlemen to strip you naked. I told you to do it! That bra and those
panties only come off when you take them off."
Lisa spoke like the snotty, spoiled, rich bitch that she was.
"Well, I'm damned if I'll strip for you."
Nurse Gretchen shrugged.
"OK."
She nodded to the two male nurses. Smoothly, with the ease that comes from
long experience, they hustled to either side of Lisa, surrounding her. Each
gripped her by the wrist and elbow. They pulled her arms up high behind her
back. Lisa was forced to bend over.
"I thought you said they weren't going to do this!"
"I said that you would remove your bra and panties and so you shall!"
From a leather case on her hip, Nurse Gretchen produced a rod with a bullet
shaped tip. She began to oil it. She explained to an uncomprehending Lisa.
"When Dr. Baumann was in Japan, he noticed that the Japanese whores were the
most eager to please women he had ever met. Being a psychologist and having a
professional interest, he asked the pimps about their training techniques. It
turned out that they had invented a little device that didn't damage the
merchandise. It's called a Memory Wand. If a whore doesn't perform adequately,
they use the Memory Wand to remind her of her duties."
Lisa's arms were pulled up higher until she was on tiptoe. Nurse Gretchen
pulled Lisa's panties down to her knees. Knowing black fingers parted Lisa's
labia. Lisa struggled hard, but the tough male nurses had her in an iron grip
and in a position with no leverage. Nurse Gretchen inserted the glistening
Memory Wand as far as it would go while Lisa cursed and struggled futilely.
With the tip of the Memory Wand pressed hard against Lisa's cervix, Nurse
Gretchen pressed one of the buttons on the handle. Two electrodes at the tip of
the wand sparked. Lisa screamed.
"That was the low setting. Here, let me turn it up a little!"
She pressed a second button. Lisa jerked violently, flushed brick red and
shreiked a hell of a lot higher. Nurse Gretchen withdrew the Memory Wand. She
pulled Lisa's panties back up. The two male nurses released their grip. Lisa
collapsed to her knees, hunched over, both hands clamped tightly over her
burning crotch.
Nurse Gretchen laid down the rules.
"You speak respectfully to me and all others in authority over you, which is
practically everyone. No smart mouthing. You do what you're told when you're
told, to the very best of your ability. Understand?"
Lisa, panting hard, sweating, her guts on fire, nodded. Nurse Gretchen
cupped her ear as if deaf and did her Gomer Pyle number.
"I can't hear you!"
"Yes! I understand!"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am! I understand, ma'm!"
Nurse Gretchen was gratified.
"Now take off your bra and panties and give them to one of the nice black
gentlemen."
Lisa peeled and handed her underwear over. She stood before them, gloriously
naked.
"The gentleman will help you put on the restraining harness."
A wide, studded black leather belt was buckled snugly around Lisa's waist.
Her wrists were slipped into two cuffs attached to the back of the belt and the
cuffs were cinched tight. Two straps criss-crossed up from the belt. Where they
crossed her breasts, each strap had a three inch stainless steel ring. It took
some doing, but the male nurses were patient as they forced each of Lisa's
breasts through a ring. When they were done, each breast bulged obscenely with a
gleaming ring tightly circling it's base. The straps went over her shoulders and
crossed behind her back before being buckled to the belt. Gretchen nodded
approvingly.
"Good! Nice work, gentlemen! Take her to her small, soundproof, padded cell.
Be sure and show the snotty bitch the grating in the floor where she squats down
to piss and shit. We wouldn't want her pissing and shitting all over her nice
clean padded cell! Loosen her up and make her comfortable. Here's the Memory
Wand. Use it if she gives you any trouble."
Nurse Gretchen left. She had lots of other patients to discipline...
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