WARD 4D




This story contains the terms boy, lad youth and such. In no way do they
denote any particular ages. In fact this story may not even have taken place
on earth where yearly age is determined by the rotation of the earth around
the sun.

Nurse Beatrice relaxed, she was sitting firmly on the face of her most recent
victim, a small boy. She felt his small frame strain and wiggle under her
desperate for air. Then it hit her like a wild out of control freight train, a
massive orgasm swept over her. Again and again waves of red hot raw passion
coursed through her body. Then, as quickly as it had come, it subsided, her
victim had died at it's height, an inadvertent casualty to Nurse Beatrice's
multiple orgasm.

Slowly she climbed off his inert body. Her legs ached and she had to steady
herself by leaning against the bed. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Nurse Beatrice," came a familiar voice, time for your rounds." Nurse Beatrice
now stood and smoothed out her rumpled uniform as best she could. "Thanks
Gayle, I'll be right there. Oh by the way have someone remove my latest kill."
"Sure thing," replied Gayle.

In this society or alternate universe as some might call it, facesitting was a
perfectly legal diversion. Not may women did; either they couldn't physically
or had other interests. Nurse Beatrice had always enjoyed the smother. Her
first "attempted" kill had taken place in this very hospital, Midlands
General.

It was a fiasco, Beatrice, a very young girl had broken her arm on a swing.
One day a nurse, what they call "Candy Stripper," came in to check on her.
Beatrice pulled her to the bed and began smothering the terrified teen. The
girl, a pretty young thing just lay still and accepted her fate. The
smothering went on for hours but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't
smother her.

That young Candy Stripper lived and grew up. She was now a beautiful mature
women. Tiffany or "Tiff" to her friends had become a nurse like Beatrice. In
fact she was now working at Midlands General right alongside her. They were
now very close friends and confidants. Though neither of them talked about
that day long ago when Beatrice tried to kill her.

Refreshed from a splash of water to her face Nurse Beatrice walked out of the
quiet of her private room and into a crowded hallway. Gayle a tall thin, no
nonsense style nurse and the ever present Tiff were there to greet her. Gayle
handed Nurse Beatrice a clipboard. It had all of the penitent data related to
the patients residing in the infamous Ward 4D; Nurse Beatrice's primary
responsibility. Tiff hung back and let Gayle, the night nurse, bring Beatrice
up to speed as to the latest going's on in the ward.

Tiff was a shy women and always hung back but she was always there to whisper
words of encouragement to Beatrice. The responsibility of Ward 4D hung heavily
on Beatrice's shoulders and she gladly accepted any advice possible.

Beatrice stood at 1.5 meters tall and was 45 years of age. She had short cut
light brown hair. She liked it cut short, it was more efficient. She was good
looking and, when young, had been a real stunner. Now she was what some might
say past it. Nurse Beatrice enjoyed the company of men but the smother
provided her all the sexual pleasure she needed. Being a mother with a devoted
husband and kids just wasn't for her. No, she was devoted to her job, nursing
was everything to her. Dreaded cellulite was beginning to make encroachment
upon her ever widening thighs. Still many a young male victim looked up with
pleasure when her naked body descended upon them.

Nurse Beatrice had one short stop to make before her daily inspection of Ward
4D. She made a quick stop off at the Hospital cafeteria and bought a thick ham
and cheese sandwich and extra large black coffee. Nurse Beatrice proceeded at
a brisk pace to an exit.

Once opening the door to the outside she was greeted by a blast of cold
outside air. She and Tiff found themselves standing on a bare concrete floor.
The walls were nothing more than open steel girders. The wind howled with
unrestrained fury through the unfinished steel and concrete.

Midlands General was a mere few blocks from a large lake. In the winter the
wind blew across it's surface and slammed full force into the only substantial
structure to oppose it. In the summer it was another matter. The blue of the
lake and pretty sails of sail boats could be seen. The wind from the lake was
welcome then, offering a fresh breeze to the heat oppressed people of
Midlands.

Nurse Beatrice pushed aside large clear plastic strips that hung about the
unfinished wing. The unfinished wing was a concrete and steel tribute to a
since fired hospital administrator that had ambitions beyond what the hospital
could pay for. It would be forever jokingly named after him "Newman's
Boondoggle".

Nurse quickly found her, Maude as expected situated near a heat vent. Maude
was one of those colorful characters. She was an old tramp that took up more
or less permanent residence in Newman's Boondoggle. She was a toothless
likeable old lady with a quick wit and always some wild tale to tell.

There were several blankets pulled around her and there, just barely sticking
out, were the feet of a small boy. Maude, aside from being a street lady,
often enjoyed a good smother.

"Where you'd get him?" Beatrice asked with a smile. Maude proceeded to tell of
her encounter with the boy. It seems mother and son were both headed into a
convince store. Maude, panhandling nearby just reached out and led him away,
right in front of the protesting mother. "He's been a right treasure, let'en
old Maude work his little nose all around inside me. Want a look at him?

Maude then hiked up her dirty dress and spread her legs wide. Nurse Beatrice
saw only the top of his head. He had light brown curly hair. With difficulty
the boy arched his head back and looked out. His brown eyes, partially
obscured by Maude's jet black pubic hair, looked up at her. The small boy's
eyes were wide with terror. Maude smiled and asked Tiff if she'd like a look.
Maude seemed upset over this and quickly covered her small victim. Maude, as
with many of Beatrice's friends, didn't seem to care for Tiff. Just the mere
mention of her name often resulted in cold stares.

Beatrice sighed and handed Maude her coffee and sandwich. As she left Maude to
her sandwich and coffee not to mention her delicious victim Beatrice turned to
Tiff. "Don't mind her, she's a bit of a crank you know." Tiff just nodded in
agreement. Returning to the warmth of the hospital Nurse Beatrice proceeded
towards her area of responsibility, Ward 4D.

An armed guard sat at a small desk just outside the ward. He smiled and didn't
even bother to check her ID badge. Why should he, Nurse Beatrice had been in
charge of Ward 4D for the last 10 years and was familiar to everyone.
"Anything unusual Frank," Nurse Beatrice asked politely. "Naw, just boring as
usual." he replied with a yawn.

Upon entering the ward Nurse Beatrice immediately went over to the main desk
and signed in. The duty nurses were polite but seemed to act as if something
was a miss, something wrong. There was tension in the air, Nurse Beatrice
couldn't put a finger on it though, like something brooding just below the
surface.

Ward 4D was reserved for women with severe emotional problems. Another common
trait amongst them was that they all smothered. The first women for Beatrice
to visit was Dr. Sanchez. She was once a history professor. She had always
enjoyed a good smother, all of the women in her family were also well adapt at
the female smother. One day while giving a lecture she just snapped. She'd
been in Ward 4D ever since. The psychiatrist agreed, her nervous breakdown had
to do with her constant over achieving nature. She'd pushed herself too hard
and couldn't handle any more.

Dr Sanchez was of Hispanic origins, she was a short heavy set woman and about
55 years old. She preferred the 69 smother position and was, as expected,
mounted atop a young man. The good Dr. Preferred young men and had consumed a
number of them through the years. Dr. Sanchez was one of the patients in
residence in Ward 4D for 15 years.

Her room was large with a small bathroom and kitchenette. The walls were
painted in bright colorful colors with a few rather generic landscapes. The
over large bed dominated the room. Dr. Sanchez was laying on the face of her
victim facing his feet. Her legs were spread wide and the male's nose pressed
deep into her wet vagina. She had his pants pulled down and was busy sucking
hard on his erection.

"Now now," Nurse Beatrice said, "You're not supposed to be doing that." Dr.
Slowly let the young man's erection slide from her mouth. "Sorry, but I don't
think he's going to complain." They talked briefly but during the whole
conversation she kept up a deep steady hip grinding, smothering her helpless
victim.

Dr. Sanchez had a number of well read history books laying about. Some of
which she had written. Dr. Sanchez went on to explain that the young man she
was smothering was a college student. He came to visit her to ask some
questions for a college paper. That was a most deadly mistake. Nurse Beatrice
wished the doctor well with her current smother and proceeded to her next
patient.

Here next patient was a recent addition to the ward. She was very violent
having stabbed her mother and father to death. Nurse Beatrice had to go
through two sets of doors and double locks to get into her cell. Like Dr.
Sanchez's room it was spacious with a small bathroom. There was no kitchen
available for her, food and victims would be brought to her.

The patient was named Katrina Young. She looked to be in her mid teens and was
short and frail. Her short cut mousy brown hair was always disheveled. She was
surely and hated everyone and the girl often had angry and violent outbursts.
She did treat her victims with care and never harmed them, except for the
smother that is. Though young and of small stature she was a capable and
deadly facesitter. That was a surprising feat especially since she preferred
grown men as victims.

"What do you want bitch nurse?" Katrina said with a snarl. The girl was laying
on a wide bed with her back to the head board. She was totally nude and her
legs were bent and spread wide apart. A fully grown male, Nurse Beatrice
judged to be in his mid-thirties, lay on his stomach. His head was fully
pressed to her crotch with his nose deep inside Katrina's vagina. She had both
her hand on the back of the mans head, holding him in place. Every now and
then the man would move his legs about or arch his back, desperate to escape
Katrina's deadly embrace.

"Comfortable?" Beatrice asked. "Go ta' hell." was the terse reply. "You should
try to be more accommodating to get along better with people." Nurse Beatrice
stated in a soft tone. "What's in it for me?" she replied. Nurse Beatrice
thought for a second. "Well there's this very cute young man waiting for his
wife to give birth. I could arrange for him to be your next victim." That got
the girl's interest and she loosened the tight grip on her victims head. He
was desperate for air and tried to pull his head from between the deadly
embrace of her legs. It was to no avail, she held him down tightly. Katrina
ignored him and looked intently at Nurse Beatrice.

"Okay, y'a I'll try to control my temper. He better be cute though." Katrina
replied. "Nurse Tiff and I both saw him earlier, he's a real catch what with
wavy black hair and dreamy deep brown eyes." Katrina's eye got wide. "Y'a,
bring him in" Then when Nurse Beatrice and Tiff were about to leave Katrina
said a strange thing under her breath. "God, imagine this. The crazy people
doctoring the crazy people."

Nurse Beatrice made a call and the young man was on his way up. She felt that
she'd made a bit of a headway with the girl, even if it was an outright bribe.
Once again, while at the nurses station there was this undefined tension.

Nurse Beatrice's next stop was to visit Sister Mercy. Yes, a nun. Smothering
was allowed by most orders however Sister Mercy overstepped that and then
some. She was a virtual smothering machine. Sister Mercy was tall, 1.85 meters
with a powerfully built body. No victim of any age would last long under her.

She was in her late 40's with black hair done up into an efficient bun. Her
legs and arms were muscular; she had that sturdy farm girl look. Sister Mercy
had a wonderful personality it was just she had a ravenous appetite for
victims. It was because of that she was deemed dangerous and confined. There
was one incident that brought that home. A new young cute doctor went to give
her a vaginal exam. He knelt down, putting his face between her legs. Seconds
later she had him him and was soon 69ing the life from him. That was the end
of the cute doctor. After that the staff was more wary of her.

Nurse Beatrice liked her though. At that moment Sister Mercy was sitting in a
straddle smother atop a very small boy. He was squirming about and kicking his
legs wildly into the air. Sister Mercy was grinding her hips around in a
circular motion working the lads nose all around inside her vagina. Every now
and then soft liquid "squish" sounds could be heard. The poor boy was putting
up a brave struggle but it was obvious he would soon join the long list of her
78,000 or more victims.

"I don't see any of the staff missing." Nurse Beatrice said, pulling up a
chair. Sister Mercy looked over her shoulder and laughed. "Oh that cute Doctor
a few years back. I wish everyone would forget that." She replied with a
smile. Just then Sister Mercy violently pressed down with her hips. The boy
thrashed about then lay still. The boy was obviously dead. Nurse Beatrice
rolled him off the bed and he landed on the floor with a thud.

Sister Mercy pressed a button and two attendants came in. They pulled the body
of the boy out into the hallway to be picked up. The attendants quickly
ushered in two small boys. The were twins with a mop of bright blonde hair. It
was so bright it looked to be silver. They were very young. As expected they
were nervous. Both wore only underpants.

Sister Mercy ushered both boys onto her spacious bed. She sat down so she had
a boy under each thigh. The lads immediately twisted and turned trying to pry
her off. Sister Mercy smiled and enjoyed there desperate struggle.

Sister Mercy now comfortable picked up a magazine from her night stand. "Well
I better get going," Nurse Beatrice said going towards the door. "Who's next?"
Sister Mercy asked with a smile. "Spider woman." Beatrice replied.

Beatrice once again had to negotiate double locks. Spider Woman as she was
called, was crazy as a loon. Nurse Beatrice was greeted by a most bazaar
sight. The whole room was cress crossed with long strips of white bedding tied
together to fashion a net of sorts. Spider Woman was in fact 33 year old Tammy
Reader. She was once a successful businesswoman. Her once styled blonde hair
was now long and unkempt. Tammy loved smothering but had an unhealthy
fascination with spiders. Who knows why she cracked perhaps the pressure of
success. When she did "flip" her persona became that of a spider.

There in a center of the net was Tammy. She was nude and a small victim, a
boy, lay in twined in the strips of bedding. She had her long sexy legs
wrapped tightly about his head, slowly smothering him to death. The lad
twitched about but he was held in firmly by the netting and her deadly legs.
Tammy was well adept at smothering and had accumulated tens of thousands of
victims to her kill record. Tammy smiled with pleasure while she squeezed down
hard.

"How are you doing Tammy?" Tammy frowned, "That's Spider Woman". She then
released her grip and climbed higher in the netting. Her previous victim
gasped for breath. She had another victim placed higher in the netting and
carefully made her way towards him. "No please, no," he begged. She ignored
him and soon his head was pressed to her waiting crotch. Now high in the
center of the room she looked down. "Leave me alone." she said in anger.

I like my victims to suffer a bit first." Tammy or "Spider Woman" said while
squeezing down hard. The lad twitched about. Both victims had long scratches
on their chests and arms. Nurse Beatrice didn't approve of torture but she had
no say in the matter.

Spider Woman was hopeless so Beatrice left her alone. Suddenly in the hallway
there was a loud commotion. A middle-aged woman in restraints was being
brought in. She was fighting and mumbling to herself. Two large security
guards restrained her long enough for a nurse to administer a sedative. Within
seconds the woman collapsed to the floor. She was then hauled off to a vacant
room.

Nurse Beatrice next went to visit another old friend, Diana. Diana had
previously been a champion body builder. She had rippling muscles, a tan to
die for and yet retained all of her female allure. There were no padlocks on
her door and Nurse Beatrice went right in. Diana, being a longtime resident
and not deemed violent to the staff had a spacious room; more like an
apartment with kitchen, bathroom and workout area. Though more or less
"retired" from one of her life's loves body building, she had a small and
compact exercise area to keep her magnificent body well toned. Diana's other
life's love was boy smothering.

She was stretched out on her extra large bed reading a magazine. Positioned
under her and not moving a muscle was a very small boy. He was made especially
small in comparison to Diana's powerful frame. She had him down in a breast
smother with his small head positioned between two massive firm mounds of
flesh. Noticing Nurse Beatrice she put her magazine aside and raised up
slightly. Not enough for her small victim to get a fresh gulp of air.

Diana's case was particularly tragic. A number of years back Diana had risen
to the top. Diana had just passed the 100,000 mark of victims smothered, a
truly memorable achievement. Also she was in contention to win the coveted
Golden Muscle for body building. She had trained her whole life for this one
moment. Darkness soon gathered on her horizon.

Just prior to the contest Diana lost a considerable amount of her wealth in a
business deal gone bad. There was no crime involved, it was just one of those
things. Then, her chief rival for the Golden Muscle award, Cynthia Baker was
more adapt at politics that body building. Through bribery or other means she
bribed a couple of the judges and Cynthia was crowned. To add insult to injury
Diana was betrayed by her best friend.

Diana had had her eyes on a particularly cute lad to smother. She was saving
him for after the contest to reward herself with a delicious kill. Diana told
her best friend about it. The so called "friend" passed the word on to
Cynthia. She chose him for the smother and made a public spectacle of it.

Miniature camera were positioned almost up inside the woman's body to record
the kill. Diana watched in uncontrolled rage as Cynthia brutally smother the
boy to death on prime time TV. Diana wasn't too gentle with her victims either
but the betrayal by a friend no less. Though several years past Diana had
smothered the friends small son, perhaps this was payback. Diana had even sent
her friend a video of the kill, that probably, in hindsight, not a good thing
idea.

It was all too much, her troubles were closing in on her so Diana admitted
herself to the psychiatric hospital and Ward 4D. This was her home now and had
been for the last 10 years. She enjoyed it, the nonstop flow of delicious
victims, her beloved exercise equipment, and the friends she'd made, both
staff and patients.

Nurse Beatrice and Diana talked, reliving old time. They laughed over one
particular victim. He was a small frail lad. Somehow he couldn't be killed.
All of the female staff as well as the patients had a go of him. Still,
somehow he survived. Then they turned him over to Diana. Surely the muscular
and deadly smothering machine Diana could finish him off. Though she worked
him furiously he managed to survive. The story was picked up by the papers and
the lad was given a rare exemption from the smother. To Diana's surprise the
boy, now a young man, along with his new wife paid her a visit. Diana was
embarrassed by the whole business. She had never had any victim survive her
brutal smother. Nurse Beatrice noticed the tell tail signs that Diana wanted
to concentrate on smothering her small victim. She bid Diana goodby and a
happy kill.

Near the nurses station she was told it was Heathers "feeding time." Heather
was a young woman in her late 20's. She was once a tall statuesque blonde
super model. But with the success of modeling came tremendous pressure. Then,
amid hundreds of cameras on a runway in Milan she cracked and went completely
insane.

Her existence now consisted of a small darkened room since she could no longer
tolerate sunlight. She had a long history of boy smothering though doctors say
that played little in her deepening insanity. Heather lived in the shadows and
only ventured out to grab a victim or plate of food.

Attendants had a young lad in his mid teens and were about to shove him into
the room. The boy was terrified. Beatrice as well as several other nurses
looked into the poorly lit room. Seconds later the boy was shoved bodily into
the room. Terrified he hung about at the door. Then, deep within the shadows
there was movement. Heather was slowly making her way towards the trembling
lad. He vainly pounded on the door, "Please let me out," he cried. The
attendants smiled back at him. Like a shark circling its prey Heather moved
about in the darkness. Suddenly a hand reached out. There was a scream. Then
silence as she sat down hard on the terrified boys face. With the excitement
now over Nurse Beatrice and the others turned away to resume their duties.

"Could we see you for a moment." Dr. Phillips said to Nurse Beatrice. Dr.
Phillips was the doctor in charge of Ward 4D. Beatrice liked him, he was
personable and had a brilliant mind. With him was a doctor she'd never seen
before. "In here please." He indicated, pointing to an empty patients room.
The nurses and several other employees watched intently. Something was
defiantly going on. "Could Tiffany sit in on this?" Beatrice inquired. Dr.
Phillips nodded. Beatrice then pulled up a chair for Tiff to sit on. Once they
were all seated Dr. Phillips began.

"Nurse Beatrice, this is Dr. Friedman an eminent psychiatrist from State
Hospital." The elderly distinguished man extended his hand. "Let's get to the
point." Dr. Phillips said with a serious tone.

"About five years ago several of the staff noticed you were talking to
yourself. Mumbling, that sort of thing. That's harmless in it'self. We all do
that to some extent. However, over time the mumbling became whole
conversations. Conversations with a mythical Tiffany."

Nurse Beatrice was in shock. "Mythical, she's sitting right there!" Nurse
Beatrice said standing and pointing. "Nurse Beatrice, said Dr. Friedman in a
thick accented voice. "There is no one there. He then waved a thick manilla
file in the air. "It's all here. You smothered a young nurse Tiffany Wilson to
death long ago. She was you first kill. You should rightly be praised for such
a kill by someone so young. However though you've had over 86,000 since then,
perhaps her death in some way well, unhinged you."

Nurse Beatrice's whole sane world collapsed. She was relieved of her job, keys
and responsibility. Next she was ushered into a room of her own. A young
teenage boy lay on her spacious bed. Beatrice stripped off her nurses uniform
and set it aside, never to be worn again. Now, as with Spider Woman and
Heather and all the rest, she was one of them.

"Look Tiff," she said, "isn't he cute." The boy was confused. The naked woman
climbing up onto the bed was talking to no one. But then again, he realized
this was the nut ward. He relaxed as best he could as Nurse Beatrice sat high
on his shoulders spread her legs wide apart then slid forward, pressing his
nose deep into her.

"He's got a nice erection. Don't let that go to waste. Tiff why don't you pull
his pants down and mount him while I smother him." Then, to the boys terror he
felt cold, dead hands undoing his pants. Next he felt the full weight of a
woman mounting him. She was ice cold. He went to scream but his mouth was
pressed tight to Nurse Beatrice crotch.

Coming soon: Diana, The Early Years

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