Juliette the Super Tramp
Chapter 11
No sooner had nurse Likre departed my little cell, then nurse Crocet
turned towards me with a rather suspicious look on her face. There I was, the
very picture of the proper patient in my hospital issued strait jacket, neck
secured as per hospital regulations to the bedstead, legs spread and held fast
by a hospital issued spreader bar, body resting on fresh sheets and a thoroughly
disinfected mattress and my recently shaven pubes on display for her inspection.
I awaited her examination, which was quick to occur. She drew on a pair of
disposable latex gloves and approached the bed.
She placed the palms of her hands on my still rounded stomach, and
pressed down with a steady force that soon had me groaning. "Rather full for a
patient on limited water intake and no solid food; how very strange. Let's check
the bladder, which should be full to bursting by now if your previous nurse has
followed the doctor's orders... Oh my, what do we have here, some type of
medical miracle?" Now it was my turn to groan inwardly; the jig was up and lord
knows what that would mean for yours truly.
Nurse Crocet was a no nonsense type and she knew there had been some
hanky-panky going on in this room. Now she began to assemble the evidence to
support her suspicion. "The bedding has just been changed; I wonder why? I guess
I'll have to visit that old pervert in charge of Maintenance and Supplies and
show him that I'm not wearing any underpants so he'll give me an honest answer
about this." I just acted like another piece of hospital issued furniture and
let her go about her investigation. It was not possible to avoid comparing what
it took for the two nurses to get Mr.Watson to do their bidding. I had seen
nurse Likre with and without her underpants and could not begin to imagine, nor
did I wish to, what nurse Crocet looked like in the latter case.
This dedicated professional showed me that like myself, she was subject
to the imperfections that curse human kind. Without any muttering or warning she
yanked the catheter from my bladder and held it up to her eye. I automatically
closed off my bladder for a variety of reasons, all of which gave me away. I
didn't want to spend hours lying in a pool of urine, I really didn't have to go
that bad and I was too suprised to react to this abrupt move. Before my mind got
back into gear, my angel of mercy had already begun to thread the tubing back up
through my urethra and into my bladder, clipping it shut in one quick move once
she was happy with its positioning. I was well and truly exposed for my
complicity in disobeying the sacred tablets known as doctor's instructions.
"I was going to show you some kindness and let you empty your bladder
before taking you over to the men's wing for your last visit, or as some on this
staff describe it, your last morale building session. To my way of thinking you
are nothing but an unreconstructed tramp totally unworthy to be a patient in
this institution dedicated to healing the sick. Now I intend to get in the way
of your outrageous activity as much as I can. I've already delayed your little
assignation by two hours, and for the next few hours I intend to make sure that
when you arrive at your destination they will discover your full bladder,
perhaps already beginning to backup into your blood stream with some rather
serious consequences, and another unpleasant surprise that I've prepared for
them as well. I know that the obstacle I place in their path will be swept aside
at some cost to your insides, which will probably serve as a source of pleasure
rather than pain due to your inherent deviance, but I will sleep soundly knowing
that I have tried my best."
What could I say in my defense? Everything she spoke was the truth as
she saw it, and as most folk would. My behavior certainly deviated from the norm
no matter how the boundaries were defined. Simply put, I enjoyed pain and was
addicted to sex in all its myriad forms. It was a good life, an adventurous one
and promised to be a short one as well. So I remained quiet, conserving my
energy for the fun and games that awaited me once I made it to the other side.
Meanwhile nurse Crocet did a very strange thing, she began to remove her
uniform. Another minor deviation of mine is voyeurism, thus I glued my eyes to
the good nurse hoping to be somewhat titillated by what she wore beneath her
starched white garment. I was not disappointed at what she revealed.
Whereas the undergarments of nurse Likre were white, lacy, well fitted
to her magnificent figure and formed a nearly perfect ensemble, nurse Crocet's
underwear did not match in color or material and was strictly designed to call
attention to her genitals and other manifestations of her female sexuality.She
revealed a pair of red bikini panties made of some type of stretch material that
made it appear as if it was sprayed over her vulva. Thanks to the sheer crotch
of the bikinis, her vulva was shown in all its bearded glory. Nurse Crocet had
shaved away all her pepper and salt colored pubic hair except for a narrow strip
that neatly focused attention to her wrinkle lipped cunt. I found myself licking
my lips in anticipation of that well seasoned and, I would imagine, well used
dripping clam of a cunt being presented front and center for a good cleansing
that would result in a very pungent, salty spending of lady liquid into this
humble patient's mouth.
In contrast to the elaborate garter belt and suspenders used to make
sure that nurse Likre's hose were perfectly straight and properly molded to her
superb legs, nurse Crocet wore thigh high white hose doubly held in place by
lilac colored garters. Unlike the tapering lower limbs of Marla, who at times
owned me body and soul, Crocet's were functional columns of aging flesh and bone
that supported her slightly overweight body at a mildly acute angle as best as I
could estimate. As for this aging nurse's breasts, they could never even in
their best days have competed in the same league as those glorious mammary
glands that Marla currently sported, ably assisted by that wonderful lacy, white
bra that dared gravity to inhibit those jutting mounds of milk-laden flesh.
Crocet's tits, and that's what they were when contrasted to what Marla
was packing, were fighting to escape the confines of a sheer taupe colored bra.
They were torpedo shaped with long brownish nipples. I wondered how many mouths
had sucked those teats and what they got for their efforts. Nurse Crocet turned
to give me a full view of her body as she fumbled with the clasps of her bra.
"Not too bad for a woman in her early fifties, don't you agree?" Crocet asked.
From the look on her face I knew that anything less than a rave review would
bring some type of retaliation, and I was in no position to take anymore rough
handling thanks to my bladder which had reached full and was now on that
agonizing path to "on the verge of bursting".
She popped her bra loose and heaved a sigh as they flopped free of the
cups. Gravity quickly reshaped them into a pair of guords, one slightly larger
than its mate. I opened my mouth to let her see its flickering tongue, in a
false show of sexual excitement. "You want to get at these babies, don't you?
They may not be as shapely as nurse Likre's, but then again, I'm not nursing. If
you're a good little tramp your nurse just might let you chew on these boobs
after you've cleaned up my cunny with that tongue you just teased me with." I
was more than a bit taken aback to hear that from nurse Crocet. She had never
shown any kind of interest in what she was now demanding from me. I thought it
strange that we would be having this interlude when I was supposed to be over in
the men's wing taking care of the needs of perhaps a dozen patients, maybe even
a larger number considering I was soon to depart from this area of the hospital.
She now came to the side of my bed and I detected a rank odor emanating
from the vicinity of her pubic region. A knowing smile broke the planes of her
wrinkled face. "Like it? That's the aroma from a well aged pussy that has been
marinating in its own juices for the better part of a day. Until an hour ago
I've been wearing a pair of wool underpants beneath a tight fitting pair of
rubber pants for the entire day, and then some. I must have pissed in those
underpants at least half a dozen times considering all the tea I drank. The wool
does a great job of absorbing pee, and once the water portion has partially
evaporated, only that nasty uric acid remains to irritate one's private parts.
You'll be hard pressed to get it all without putting in a serious effort, be
sure of that. In fact I feel the need to relieve myself coming on once more.
Only this time you'll take care of this for me, won't you, my dear, darling
strumpet of a slag!"
As she spoke, my old nurse pulled her tight fitting bikinis from her
hips and yanked them free of her crotch, creating a wet hissing sound as they
peeled away from her uric saturated skin with all those crevices and that major,
fleshy-winged trench that split her vulva. Still wearing her thigh high hose she
clambered onto the bed and presented her bearded clam for my attention. "Now do
a good job, no matter how long it takes. I've got plenty of time before you're
due to be transported to your next station."
I realized that nurse Crocet was well aware of my late evening
assignations, but the way she was talking led me to believe that for reasons I
did not understand I was to be on a new schedule. What did all this mean? Was I
about to be transferred to begin my rejuvenation and perhaps rebirth? Were they
preparing a more elaborate sendoff for me in the men's wing, one that took much
longer to prepare and might even be located in a more spacious area capable of
accommodating all those who might wish to attend and perhaps use me for the last
time? The arrival of her stinking, hair-bordered cunt forced me to concentrate
on my duties and I opened my mouth and prepared for the first spurt of her hot
salty piss.
When it came to matters involving urination, nurse Crocet was in a class
by herself. It was she who had convinced my doctor of the wit and wisdom of
allowing me to spend lengthy periods with my bladder filled to the bursting
point. Nurse Crocet was the one behind having me consume huge quantities of my
own urine over and over until it was too impurity laden and foul smelling to
hold down. She had also ranged the hospital wards collecting the urine from
patients with bladder infections, kidney problems and the like so that my diet
of piss could be varied somewhat.
Now I profess to be a hopeless addict when it comes to pain, but on the
subject of handling body wastes, I am on the fence. There is something mildly
exciting to the depravity associated with water sports in general. Some such as
enemas can be absolutely thrilling to a masochist. However in general I would
prefer to take a pass on these types of free expression if allowed to by my
partner. Currently my partner, nurse Crocet, was bound and determined to force
me to wallow in this form of depravity. Wallow I did, ingesting each and every
squirt of that foul tasting brew that she produced from her straining bladder.
She had fantastic control of the stream that issued from her urethra,
she could dribble it out so that there was a steady supply that kept my tongue
and the insides of my mouth well coated. At other times he could force a fire
hose of foaming acid laden fluid down my throat so fast that I would choke on
it. She could vary the force and duration of her flow so that it was impossible
to anticipate what would be delivered from second to second. She even managed to
get me to spew her offering from my nostrils on certain occasions; that
particular feat always brought a chortle from her. At last after a number of
extremely short bursts of her acidic waste, she was finished.
Nurse Crocet heaved a sigh of relief and commented how wonderful it was
to have an empty bladder. Then I felt her hand pushing tentatively down on my
totally filled urine storage chamber. I moaned piteously as the fluid sought to
escape into free space but was foiled. Crocet rewarded my efforts to create
something resembling pity in her by pressing even harder on that bulging,
bloated bag of fluid that was stretched to its full length by now. For just a
brief moment I felt a lancing sensation run through that area that turned on
some of my pain circuits; it was a brief moment of pleasure that was quickly
scotched. "You are such a pevert! I wish I was able to take you home with me so
I could try some other approaches to make pain your enemy instead of your
addiction. There are so many things we could try together to see if we could
make you act normally when you were cut or burned." At that point I was very
glad that I was soon departing from the clutches of nurse Crocet. I was
beginning to believe that perhaps she was in the process of going round the
bend, and that frightened me.
"Alright you stinking slag, let's get that snake's tongue of yours busy
cleaning up your old nurse, and don't you dare miss a spot or it will go hard on
you." To emphasize what she meant, she poked her bony finger into my urine
storage tank and I let out a yelp that was sincere in its tone and intensity. I
began licking the salts that encrusted her pubes. First she had me strain her
springy pubic hair through my teeth to get the chunks of salt loosened. Then I
lapped like a dog to finish the job of dissolving them so I could suck those
tiny grains up and swallow them down with the help of some saliva. This was one
miserable job and it seemed to take forever, but I had no option in this matter.
At long last I could lick through her saliva soaked pubic hair that
almost felt silky to my abraded and abused tongue, and encounter nothing
resembling acid salts. Crocet must have thought the same, for she declared a
moratorium on further salt mining and instead commanded me to bring her off and
make the process last. I sighed to myself and began worming my tongue as far
into her rancid cunt as it could go. She still stunk to the high heavens which
did not make my assignment any easier. I tried to imagine that this was the
grotto of my love, Marla, and it smelled as fresh as a field of flowers right
after a gentle shower. Crocet destroyed the illusion by breaking wind. I am sure
that the timing could not have been deliberate unless the old nurse was a mind
reader. I pressed on with my chore.
It dawned on me that I had been eating an awful lot of pussy over the
past few hours. There was nurse Likre and those two imps from hell, and now
nurse Crocet. One would think all this practice would be of assistance to me in
this current task, but such was not the case. I began to experiment to discover
my nurse's sweet or soft spots so they could be used to get her to the next
level on our way to a nice cataclysmic orgasm. I licked some potential areas to
no avail, then I tried tonguing and even sucking, still no luck. I became
frustrated to the point that without even thinking, I delivered a series of
sharp nips to certain areas. Lo and behold I had found Golconda!
The rest was easy and so nurse Crocet and I slowly marched to the top of
the mountain. I escorted her to the ledge overlooking an impossibly deep gorge
and then flung her into space watching her burst into flame as an orgasm larger
than any tidal wave that man had ever seen washed over her. She and I had turned
out to be kindred spirits! I'm not at all sure that she knew what she was until
that moment when she went to a different plane of existence, compliments of the
super tramp.
( To be continued)
