CHAD GETS VICTIMIZED BY NURSE BETTY
By Elrohir
An Amazon put him in the hospital. A vixen steals and heals him for her own enjoyment.


(This is a sequel to CHAD GETS TAG-TEAMED, in which Chad, while on a business
trip, met Amazon Shayna, who power-fucked him in his hotel room and then
invited, or rather commanded him to come to her house the next night. While at
her house waiting for Shayna to arrive home, Chad was raped by Shayna's
daughter Stella, a teen FBB, during which she drained him completely. When
Shayna got home she immediately began to play with her boy-toy only to
discover that his man-juice was depleted, and realizing he must have just been
with someone else, in a rage she body-slammed him on the stone floor of the
house's entry foyer and kicked his balls up into his body.)

... Chad awoke from his medically-induced coma in the hospital a little over a
week later. He was only dimly aware of the pain in almost every part of his
body because the morphine drip protected his brain from being overwhelmed by
agony. His testicles still ached even though the swelling and discoloration
had almost gone away. His arms and legs were in casts and his head was
bandaged after the surgery to relieve the pressure of the concussion swelling
of his brain and the repair of a slight skull fracture. His back and hips
ached from having two vertebrae fused and screws implanted in his pelvis. His
recovery would progress rapidly, however, due to his previous good physical
condition.

The day after he awoke he was visited by a police detective with a small
digital recorder who took his statement of how the "accident" occurred. Chad
steadfastly maintained that he had been running down the stairs to the foyer
to meet Shayna at the door and that he had tripped, falling down the steps and
cracking his head on the stone floor. When the detective said that his groin
injuries were not consistent with a fall, Chad shuddered, remembering Shayna's
glaring stare that told him she would kill him if he revealed what really
happened. He told the detective that he must have hit his balls on the newel
post as he fell, or perhaps he had landed on the umbrella stand in the foyer,
but he didn't remember exactly. The detective was unconvinced, but lacking a
complaining witness there was little he could do, so he left.

The next day, Shayna and Stella came to see him in the hospital, Shayna
wearing yet another little black dress that had all the male orderlies and
half the female nurses ogling her as she walked by. Stella, on the other hand,
was dressed more demurely in a yellow sundress, but you could clearly see her
prominent breasts and how cut her arms and calves were. She wore dark
sunglasses and makeup that only partially concealed a purplish black left eye.
Shayna looked down at him and smiled kindly. "Your Queen is sorry, baby.
Stella explained that she took advantage of you without giving you much choice
in the matter. She won't do it again." Stella's black eye confirmed that, he
thought, although he fancied he saw her wink at him behind the sunglasses.

"I understand, my Queen," he said softly, "and I will never tell anyone else
about this, but it will take me a while to get over this, emotionally as well
as physically. Please leave me alone while I recover ... ."

Shayna's smile faded. "Now Chad, you know that is not your decision. I will do
what I want with you, and right now I want to help take care of you. You
should appreciate that."

"I do! I do!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Please, my Queen! PLEASE! You
two have destroyed me in every way possible ... . My body, my ego, and my
spirit are broken. I need time to heal, PLEASE!" He begged, almost in tears.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" interjected a young woman of about 30 dressed in
hospital scrubs. She was about 5'3" tall with a two-hour glass figure: Chad
guessed her measurements at something like 40-28-38. She had a lion's mane of
permed blonde hair that framed a china doll face and emerald-green eyes that
were glaring up at the 6-foot tall Amazon. Her face reddened. "You're
obviously disturbing my patient! Whatever you're discussing can certainly
wait. I think you should leave now and come back later when he's not so upset.
Thank you." The thank you was an indication that there would be no discussion
of the matter.

Shayna looked down at the nurse and stared daggers into her. She flexed her
fists as she felt she would love nothing more than to squeeze this little
zaftig bitch until she popped, but she decided that would have to come at a
more convenient time. "Very well, then" she said hotly. She turned to Chad,
bored deep into him with her eyes and softly said "We'll talk later, baby." He
shuddered. Shayna very regally strode slowly out with Stella in tow, the other
male patients on the ward watching their every movement. Stella turned her
head to look back at him as they reached the door, and again he thought he saw
her wink.

"WHEW! That was fun," Nurse Betty exhaled as she finally relaxed, the redness
leaving her face. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled as she gazed down upon him.
"You've been through too much, Chad! I don't think those women are good for
you. You should get some rest, now."

"You speak as if you know me" he said, perplexed.

"I feel like I do. I've been caring for you on the night shift until today,
including while you were unconscious. After you awoke from the coma, you were
usually sedated and sleeping when I came on duty. I've given you many a sponge
bath though, me bucko! I know my way around every inch of your body--the
exposed parts, at least." She could see the wheels turning in his mind,
wondering, and she winked. "Yep, that part too! Now get some sleep ... ." She
pulled the screen around his bed and pressed the IV button to give him another
dose of morphine and then left the room. He was asleep in seconds.

He awakened a couple of hours later feeling better than he had for some time.
Shayna and Stella were gone for the rest of the day, at least, and the
ever-present pain seemed far away for now. It was then that he discovered he
had some serious morning wood that was tenting the bed sheet. "Ooh, look who's
up!" Nurse Betty said as she appeared beside the bed. He wasn't sure if she
was talking about him or his Willy, but she took away any doubts by reaching
under the sheet and taking him firmly in hand. "We'd better do something about
this swelling!" she grinned, and began slowly stroking the entire length of
his considerable manhood. "Ooh! Now I know what those oversized girlfriends
see in you!" she giggled, as she increased the pace of her strokes. Chad was
shocked, not knowing what to do about this, but it occurred to him that in his
present condition there was little he COULD do about it. It seemed so wrong,
but as her pace quickened he lost all conscious thought and succumbed to the
waves of electric sensation rolling up his cock, through his body and into his
brain.

"Oooh ... " he began to moan.

"Shhhh!" she hissed, and clamped a hand over his mouth with her left hand
while still stroking him with her right. "That screen doesn't block the sound,
y'know!" she whispered. "Be a good boy and be quiet, and I'll give you a
treat, okay?" Not knowing what else to do, Chad nodded silently, and suddenly
and without warning she went down on him, her massive breasts heaving up and
down with each of her motions. Her pert little mouth barely contained the head
of his long, thick shaft, but she made up for it with magical finger work,
stroking him with both of her little hands, faster and faster until he gasped
and exploded, stifling a moan as he came and came"" a massive load that had
been building up for weeks, and she forced it all out of him, gently massaging
his tender balls to get every drop expressed as she sucked it out, swallowing
it all in several audible gulps. She, too, had mastered the technique of
sensing when his last big explosion would be, and vacuumed it out with such
sudden hard suction that it rocketed out of him at supersonic speed, causing
his member to quake with contractions. He sucked air in as hard as he could to
avoid crying out, holding his breath until the sensory storm passed, then
collapsed back into the mattress in relief. She finished by kissing him hard
on the mouth, making him taste his own salty cum as it rolled off her tongue
down his throat. Even were he healthy he could not have fought her off, at
this point; she had completely exhausted him. She smiled down at him as his
eyelids became leaden and he drifted off to sleep, then she emerged from
behind the screen and padded quietly away.

Nurse Betty came to him while he was sleeping again the next night. As one of
his night-time erections presented itself, she clamped her hand over his mouth
and violently worked over his manhood, stroking so hard and fast it made him
come almost before he knew what was happening, the glistening white droplets
spraying across his lower torso and chest. She winked at him and then
disappeared out into the ward without saying a word or even cleaning him up,
which eventually caused the head of his member to become glued to his belly by
drying spooge. He badly needed to urinate, but dared not do so lest he drench
himself, maybe even spraying himself in the face. When the day shift nurse
came to check on him almost two hours later his bladder was almost ready to
explode. The nurse gave him a condemning look as she cleaned him up and
reattached his Texas catheter, muttering as she walked away, something about
stupid men being unable to stop pleasuring themselves even in a hospital with
both arms and legs in casts. He hardly cared, nearly filling the collection
bag as he savored the sweet relief ... . He was beginning to believe Nurse
Betty left him that way on purpose, just to torment him.

Chad was demoralized. He was a young, strong man in his 30's, and yet three
women had been able to continually treat him as a plaything to pleasure or
torture at their whim, and he was at their mercy, completely unable to do
anything about it. His only glimmer of hope was that he was supposed to be
transferred to a physical rehab facility the next day, Friday afternoon.

Nurse Betty finally came to get him for the transfer, helping him into a
wheelchair for the trip down to the entrance. She wheeled him into the
elevator, then pressed the button to take them down. As the elevator
descended, Chad thought back to the fateful elevator ride he had taken when he
first met Shayna, the woman who had put him in this hospital. She had forcibly
molested him there, the first of several occasions when she had taken him for
her pleasure, and he had enjoyed every minute of it up until the moment she
destroyed his body in a fit of rage. He could still remember how they met ...
. The elevator stopped on the third floor. When Betty pushed his chair out of
the elevator, he said "W-Where are we going?", the fear in voice painfully
obvious.

"We just have to transfer to another elevator to reach the front entrance" she
chirped sweetly. She turned off and up another ward hallway, the doors closing
behind them. This ward was strangely quiet, and as they passed an unmanned
nurse's station Chad asked why. "This wing is closed for renovations, which
start next week. It makes a dandy shortcut, don't you think?" He could hear
the smile in her voice. About half-way down the hall, however, she suddenly
turned into one of the rooms, which contained a single hospital bed. Her eyes
sparkled. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but your transfer's been delayed. I've got you
for one more night, and I intend to enjoy it!"

"What??? No, no, NO! This can't be happening! You can't just treat me like a
pet, or some kind of toy, or an old dishrag. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! HELP ME!
HELP!" Betty just smiled down at him while he screamed.

"As I said, dear Chad, this wing is closed for renovation. You may scream all
you like, but no one will hear you, except me of course. If all goes well,
I'll be doing some screaming, too, later on and so will you, if you just relax
and enjoy the ride. Now, be a good boy and let me help you into the bed ... ."

"NO! You women can't keep doing this to me! I will not do ANYTHING to help
you, you can't make me! So you'd best just have me transferred to the rehab
facility, understand? Get me out of here NOW!" She smiled sweetly again as she
violently clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, poor baby, you're the one who doesn't understand. I'm taking care of you
the Nurse Betty way, whether you want me to or not. To be honest, though, I
was actually hoping you'd make me do this the hard way." She removed her scrub
bottoms to reveal short but amazingly shapely, muscular legs, like a dancer or
ice skater's, sheathed in white thigh-high stockings. When she removed the
scrub top, her brick-shithouse curves were all on display, accentuated by the
white bustier camisole she was wearing, which cantilevered her massive
breasts. He had to admit it was an impressive sight, but he was still mad
because he was being controlled by this petite little dynamo.

She leaped into Chad's wheelchair, straddling his lap on her knees. She
grabbed the hair on the back of his head and forced his face into her
cavernous cleavage, burying it back to his ears. Even as he began to realize
he could not breathe, he marveled at how firm her breasts were, to be so
large. He tried to pull back but she held fast to his head. He tried over and
over to turn his head to one side or the other to bite one of her breasts, but
she anticipated his every move and kept him buried between the twin towers.
"Oooh," she cooed, "that's it, keep struggling, baby! Oh, that's making it
sooo good for me. Mmm ... ." He tried swinging his right arm up at her, but
the cast made the movement ungainly. She easily batted it away with her left
hand while maintaining her breast lock on him with the other. The arm banged
into the chair's armrest, the impact sending a sudden shocking pain through
his arm. He grunted loudly with the agony. "That's good, baby, grunt and
scream! It feels so good, and every breath out brings you closer to me, to
sleep." He bucked his hips as best he could, and struggled over and over to
move his head, to no avail. He soon tired, and having exhausted all the oxygen
in his lungs, he felt his consciousness slip away ... . His last sensation was
the sound of Betty screaming "Oh, OH! OH, BABY!" as she came.

He awoke only a minute or two later, but as he became aware of his
surroundings he found himself on his back in the hospital bed. Plastic
web-belt restraints tied his arms to the bed rails and his cast-bound legs
were likewise tied to the foot of the bed frame. He was a little woozy from
having been unconscious, but as his eyes focused he could see Nurse Betty
standing beside the bed at the tray table, preparing three hypodermic
syringes. "W-w-what are those for??" he cried, rather pitifully. He was
completely helpless now, all his defiance gone, totally paralyzed by fear.

"It's nothing to worry about, Sweetie!" She smiled as she turned to him,
syringe in hand. She rolled his hips partially to the side, but Chad
instinctively started to resist. "BE STILL!" she commanded. "You wouldn't want
me to break off this needle in you, would you?" He froze, and she jammed the
needle into his buttock, gently pushing the plunger down to inject a
considerable amount of clear liquid.

"W-what's that?" he croaked. He was relieved the shot had not hurt much;
Betty's technique was flawless, but he was terrified what the liquid flowing
into his body might soon be doing to him.

"As I said, you needn't worry" she said softly. "It's testosterone, that's
all, just something to make you be all you can be. Now, just relax and lay
still." She discarded the syringe and needle in a sharps container on the
wall, then picked up the second syringe, which was much smaller. When she
uncapped the needle he could barely see it, it was so small. "This one goes in
your penis."

"Huh? NOW WAIT A MINUTE! I CAN'T LET YOU""" His eyes widened in fear.

"STOP!" she held up a hand. "Who's in charge here? Huh? Huh?" He froze,
realizing that in his present tied up/tied down position he was completely
helpless. His eyes were open wide and fixed on the needle, but he remained
silent. "There, I thought you'd come around!" she said, a look of triumph in
her eyes. She took hold of his flaccid member, cleaned it with an alcohol swab
and began milking it. Chad tried to will himself to remain soft, but his
involuntary reaction to the stimulation caused blood to flow into it. Betty
inserted the tiny needle into the side of his shaft and injected a small
amount of clear fluid into it. She waited almost a minute before injecting the
remaining small bit of elixir into the other side of his shaft. Betty wiped a
tiny bit of blood away with the alcohol swab and then discarded the syringe
into the sharps box, turned back to Chad and began stroking his shaft in
earnest. Chad looked up at her with terrified anticipation.

"I know, I know what you're going to say: 'W-w-what is that?'" She laughed,
mocking his earlier fearful queries. "It's Prostaglandin, a 20 microgram dose.
Like I said, Baby, it'll make you be all you can be. You see, I tend to kind
of wear out most of my patients, and these injections help them keep up with
me, at least for awhile. It may take a few minutes for them to work, but let's
see if I can get things started, eh?"

She climbed up on the bed, straddling his hips with her knees. "You're quite
the cutie, Chaddy!" she said as she looked down over her mountainous breasts
at him and pinched his cheek. She placed her hands on her humongous breasts
and gave him a hungry look. "Do you like my boobies, baby? Most men do. Most
of them can't seem to help themselves. She lifted one of her breasts out of
the bustier and gently stroked the nipple with her manicured nails, causing it
to instantly harden and lengthen. "Ooh," she whispered, then lifted the
massive love mound even further and began to suck on the nipple. "Mmm." she
hummed, then took it out and bent forward. "Now for you!" She lowered the
breast onto his face. "Be nice to me, Chaddy, and I won't have to use that
third needle, which is one you won't like ... .

She lifted up just a little bit so that her boob wasn't squashing his face,
and instantly he knew what she expected of him. He flicked his tongue around
her nipple and areola, then sucked in and attempted to get as much of the
entire giant round mound into his mouth as he could. He made a seal and sucked
as hard as he could. "Ooh, Baby!" she cooed again.

It was then that the two injected medications kicked in almost simultaneously.
Chad's cock suddenly began to feel very heavy, and then a few seconds later it
began to expand to its full 8.5" length and 5.5" girth. It became hard, then
rock hard, then felt as if it was about to explode like a weenie left in the
microwave too long. The testosterone flooded through him, and he began to feel
both a wild animal-like sexual arousal and an out of control primal rage at
the same time. Without thinking, he bit Betty's nipple hard ... although he
didn't draw blood because she snatched it out of him mouth immediately.

"OW!!!" she screamed, and she backhanded his right cheek with her right hand.
A loud smack echoed off the walls. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she bellowed as she
came back and slapped his other cheek with her right palm, smacking him so
hard he saw stars. Betty hopped backward, bent down and bit down hard on his
engorged manhood just below the head, and she DID draw blood because he was
unable to get away from her.

"AAAAAARRGGH!" he roared. He thrashed his arms and legs against his
restraints, his hormonally-induced rage making him impervious to the pain.
Nurse Betty moved up and pinned both his arms and legs, and then violently
spat in his face, which momentarily distracted him. They both glared into each
others' eyes as they recovered, breathing heavily with the exertion, the
trapped wild animal facing off against the fiery-eyed killer huntress.
Suddenly she pounced, clamping her lips over his and forcing her tongue into
his mouth. Animal lust overcame rage as he furiously battled her tongue with
his, but she had the high ground and he was forced to succumb to sucking her
tongue as hard as he could each time she thrust it in. She stopped, moved up
even more and then crushed his face with her cleavage but this time did not
smother him. The clean, sweet smell of her cruel femininity and the feel of
her soft skin and plump breasts made the testosterone-fueled animal inside him
burst into flames of lust. He was overcome with desire and slurped hungrily at
the bases of her flesh mounds, his steel-hard rod pulsating, knocking against
the crack of her full, round ass. She broke free from him and sat up, then
rose up and reached down to guide him into her, engulfing his now-monster cock
tightly and completely. She thrust her hips forward and back, slamming his
cock back and forth inside her, indirectly bumping her clit with it, making
shockwaves of pleasure to flow through her.

Having his member slammed back and forth was disconcerting, but violent as it
was, it was actually less stimulating than having it stroked, thus he was kept
aroused without going over the edge and coming. She slammed forward and back
faster and faster until she cried "UNNNNGH!" and reached a shuddering climax,
collapsing on top of him with his cock still inside her as the orgasmic
contractions deep in her belly made her tremble. Chad smiled a grim smile of
satisfaction, feeling he had triumphed, having outlasted the wench who said
she "wore out" her other patients. His cock began to ache, which was actually
a side effect of the Prostaglandin, but to him it felt as if his overstuffed
member was aching for release. He thrust his cock into her as hard as he could
in his current condition, but the small movements he could manage were merely
arousing, not enough for completion.

As Betty's contractions receded she became aware of Chad's frustrated
movements into her. She rose up and began rocking up and down, rhythmically
stroking and squeezing him internally with her every upstroke. Chad felt as if
he'd been caught in a milking machine; every square centimeter of his shaft
was stimulated by her tight engulfment, and every upstroke seemed to pull his
love juice out of his balls toward the swelled head of his throbbing shaft.

His desire became raging again. He thrust upward with each of her down
strokes, trying to run her through with his flesh sword. He wanted to stab the
little bitch with it over and over, angrily hoping to outlast her and make her
come so hard it might put her out. He fantasized that he might even be able to
rip a hole in her. "GRRR! GRRR! GRRR!" he growled as he continued to thrust
upward into her as hard as he could. Her pace quickened, too, however, and she
pumped up and down faster and faster while still tightly squeezing him every
time. Her buttocks were slamming down on his hips, driving him into her harder
than he could have managed even when healthy. She was taking all he could give
and wanting more, pumping up and down like a madwoman, her iron pussy grip
milking every inch of his cock. It was more than he could take. She rode him
harder than he thought possible, pounding her tight round ass onto his hips,
driving them down into the bed even and his cock was forced up into her even
farther. She locked her eyes on his and forcibly held his gaze as she
consciously fucked him toward and orgasm.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" he cried out as he felt himself going over the edge. He
exploded, a guttural "UGH! UGH! UGH!" issuing from him with each volcanic
spurt of hot cum. She continued to ride and squeeze him, wringing out every
drop of cum he had as she powered her way to her own orgasm. His cock
dry-heaved its last contraction, a shocking contraction sensation almost as
ecstatic as the cum-ejecting ones. Still she rode him furiously, even as his
member became ultra-sensitive in its afterglow phase, but it was still hard
thanks to the Prostaglandin. "Ow! Aak! Aiyee!" he grunted, as her rapid
strokes became almost painful to him. Betty knew that a powerful orgasm would
cause him to fade even with the magic hardness drug, so she had to hurry. She
resumed her forward and back hip thrusts, slamming the base of his shaft back
and forth into her clit, grunting with each thrust like a man fucking a woman.
She was slamming him so hard back and forth inside her that he felt his cock
might actually come off if she didn't stop soon.

Within a few seconds, however, she powered through and crested her own peak,
screaming "YEAH! YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" with her every release. She flowed strongly
as she came, her female ejaculate drenching his cock, his balls, his pubic
hair, his hips, and the bed beneath them. "YEAH!" she bellowed, then "YEAH!"
again after her contractions subsided, and went into a double-bicep pose.
"Who's yer Mama NOW, huh baby?!" she laughed, and kissed each bicep, then
hopped down off the bed. "Still think us mean little controlling wenches are
BAD for ya?"

"No! Not at all ... " he said unconvincingly as he shuddered, a dreamy, tired
feeling overcoming him. She had done all the work, but he was the one
exhausted. She had worn him out physically, mentally, and emotionally. Even
with the testosterone flooding his veins, she had broken down his resistance,
had conquered and controlled him and forced him to do her bidding, and it now
finally dawned on him that he was absolutely defeated. He was hers to do with
as she pleased, and she could see it in his eyes. Her face broke into a broad
Cheshire-cat grin.

"Good! I knew I could train you eventually. You were quite the stallion for
me, whether you wanted to be or not. I hope I wasn't too hard on little
Chaddy. Here ... ." she said, as she reached down to fondle him. "Whoa! What's
this?" He had faded a bit, but it was clear the Prostaglandin was still
working. She began slowly stroking him. "Still up for a bit of fun, are we?"

Chad groaned. "Oh no, please, Betty, I'm sore. I don't think I could take any
more ... ."

"That's NURSE BETTY to you" she said testily, "as as such I will decide how
much you can take. I see you're not completely trained after all. I'm going to
have to remedy that. Now as I said before, relax and enjoy the ride." He
started to protest, but she clamped a hand over his mouth, bent down and
planted her lips on his breast, savagely biting his nipple.

He screamed, but it was muffled by her hand so that all that came out was
"MMMMMPH!" She rose up and glared into his eyes, silently sending the message
that he'd better not fail to obey her again. She returned and began sucking
his nipple, hard, so hard It was painful but not as painful as the bite, which
had drawn blood. She was still stroking his almost-hard manhood with her other
hand. His nipple responded, becoming hard as a pencil eraser. It sent
involuntarily arousing signals into his chest, down his belly and into his
cock, which began stiffening yet again. She removed her hand from his mouth
and pinched his other nipple, then resumed sucking hard on the other nipple
while furiously stroking hard and fast the entire length of his member. Chad's
hips twitched with vibrating waves of electric sensation that forced him to
cry "Oh! Oh! Oh!" repeatedly. As his pre-cum began to flow, Betty grabbed
Chad's hair and raised his head to face the action.

"Look what I can do!" she breathed in his ear. Her stroking hand became a blur
as she worked his pump handle faster and faster. Chad moaned, his eyes
half-closed, losing all concentration, his mind blanked by the electric hand
fucking that was overwhelming him. In less than a minute he rocketed over the
edge into oblivion. His eyes sprang open, his pupils wide.

"OH!" he cried, immediately followed by a long dying moan, "OOoooh ... " as
she expended what little of his essence remained after having been completely
drained earlier. "Ooooooh ... " he moaned again as a single pearlescent
droplet shot forth, projectiled across his torso and landed on his nose. Betty
smiled down at him, admiring the result of her handiwork as his abused and
emptied member finally began to soften in her hand.

"Ahh, I knew I could make you come one more time!" She chuckled. She regarded
the little glistening blob with amused satisfaction, then grinned and stared
into his eyes. "Here, baby, savor the taste of my success." She scooped up the
little bit of salty cum with her finger and pushed it into Chad's mouth.
"Princess Betty's little crown jewel!" she laughed. She mesmerized him; he
swallowed this, his last drop, without even thinking about it. "Time to sleep,
baby" she said softly. Thus released after having been taken, beaten, bested,
sated, drained and exhausted by her, he obediently closed his eyes and drifted
off.

He was awakened by the slight prick of yet another injection being given him
by Nurse Betty. He was groggy from sleep, and gradually he became aware of a
leaden feeling that was spreading throughout his body. He savored this for a
few minutes as it was initially rather pleasant, but curiosity got the best of
him and he asked her what this latest injection was. That is, he tried to ask,
but found that he could not speak. Alarmed, he reached to touch her to get her
attention, but likewise found he could not move. Come to think of it, his eyes
were fixed on her and also couldn't be moved. After a bit she turned and
looked to see that his eyes were focusing on her. "Ah! You're back, I see. Oh,
I know what you would say if you could: 'W-What's that?' ", she
fake-whimpered, mocking him. She laughed, a cheery, melodious sound. "It's
just a low dose of Pancuronium, Sweetie" she chirped. "It's a powerful muscle
relaxer, you know, the stuff we paralyze patients with so they don't move
during surgery. The difference is that you haven't received an accompanying
dose of anesthetic, so you can hear, see, and feel everything that happens to
you. Chad's pupils involuntarily widened in fear. He was completely
immobilized! There was no denying at this moment that he really was a
plaything for her to do with as she wished.

"Oh, my Big Baby looks so cute and helpless! It makes me want to do
unspeakable things to you ... " she said sweetly as she pondered, mulling it
over. "Are you ticklish, Chaddy?" she whispered as she lightly flickered her
fingernails down his side, down the inside of his thigh, and then lingered
under his feet, tickling from toe to heel and back again. The truth was that
he was terribly ticklish and it was hellish torture. He instinctively tried to
turn away from his antagonist, but his body would not respond. In the back of
his mind there was the hope that his lack of visible reaction would, MUST
discourage her before she killed him, it was so unbearable. She intuitively
kept tickling his feet until he thought he was going to pass out, and a tear
appeared at the corner of his eye and ran down the side of his paralyzed face.
Betty saw it and chuckled. "Okay, baby, I'll stop. Here let me make it all
better ... ." She removed the white bustier camisole and sprang up on the bed
like a gymnast, straddling him.

She leaned forward and dangled her firm, gigantic breasts in his face, then
engulfed his head in her cleavage for a few moments, then rubbed them across
his face back and forth. She smelled clean and sweet, a combination of soap
fragrance and a thin, dewy film of sweat from her exertion. Chad (literally)
couldn't help it: his cock involuntarily stiffened completely as she rubbed
herself all over him, its head knocking against her gorgeous ass. "Well!" she
chuckled. "I feel you knocking so I guess I'd better let you in!" Betty rose
up and the lowered herself onto him, although she was so tight and his member
so engorged she had to grab it and force feed it to her pussy. "Oooh!" she
exclaimed quietly as she suddenly felt completely filled. She began to move up
and down on him slowly as her body adjusted to its glorious impalement. She
had been wet from the moment she entered the room, but her lubrication did
little to ease the tight fit of her tiny 'giny on his massive member.

Chad couldn't believe what he was feeling, as he lay silent and paralyzed,
crying out inside his mind. Her pussy gripped him incredibly tightly, the
friction transmitting electric sensation into every millimeter of his
distended love wand. After her insides had stretched a little to accommodate
this humongous intruder, her moves became ever more rapid, rocking her body up
and down on his big pole faster and faster as she consciously fucked him
toward an early climax. Chad's helpless mind was overwhelmed with sensation
that obliterated his conscious thoughts with feelings he could neither resist
nor control. "It's okay, baby, you have my permission to come whenever you
want. Betty just wants what's inside her little boy toy ... ."

She consciously gripped him harder than he thought possible while riding him
even more furiously. Chad could only endure a few seconds of this exquisite
torture, erupting in a flood of cum that drenched them both as it forced its
way past her tight pussy seal. She could not stop thrusting up and down on him
as she tried to drive herself over the edge, her vaginal squeeze extracting
every bit of seed-bearing love juice he had available. Completely expended,
Chad's member gasped out its last bit of semen and collapsed, sliding out of
the grasp of Betty's vice-like pussy grip. "Dammit!" She growled

Frustrated, Betty scooted up Chad's body, smearing their "cum-bined" juices
over his skin as she went. When she finally reached his head she settled her
crotch onto his face. Since Chad tongue was paralyzed she settled onto his
face, pushing his nose into her, then began thrusting away, repeatedly bumping
her clit into his nose. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted, sounding every bit like
a man fucking a woman.

Chad could barely breathe, but there was nothing he could do except hope that
she came soon. The cartilage in his nose clicked with each thrust of its
tormentor, threatening to break his nose with each violent stroke. Luckily for
him it was only about a minute until she suddenly gasped and shuddered with
contractions. She flowed as she came, nearly drowning Chad with her juices as
they flooded his nose and drenched his face. A soft moan escaped her lips as
the rolling waves of orgasm subsided.

"Whew!" she sighed. She moved her face into his fixed line of vision and
smiled. "That should seal the deal, Chaddy. If I've heard right, a good orgasm
makes those little fellers swim faster and harder, and that was GOOOOOD! Mmm
... ." She hummed with sated satisfaction. "We'll know in a few weeks, at
least, and then if we're lucky we'll know a lot more in nine months, eh?" She
winked. After sitting contentedly for a moment, she climbed off the bed and
quietly got dressed. "I'll be right back. I just need to make sure your ride
is here. Now, don't you go anywhere!" She chuckled to herself, knowing he
would be immobilized for another hour or two. She turned off the lights and
left the room.

He must have slept with his eyes open, because they hurt with dryness when he
awoke. After a moment the door opened and the lights came on. Chad was
momentarily blinded by the lights, but as his eyes adjusted, he focused two
figures leaning over him into his line of sight. The first one he clearly
recognized was Nurse Betty, fully clothed and beaming. As the other came into
focus, Chad was shocked to find that intently staring into his eyes was
Shayna, the Amazon woman who had put him in the hospital in the first place.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" his mind screamed.

"He's all ready to go, Queen Shayna" chirped Nurse Betty. "I think you'll find
he's completely trained. The Pancuronium won't wear off for a good while."

"Thank you, Nurse Betty. I knew you'd be good for him!" She winked. Shayna
effortlessly lifted Chad out of the bed and cradled him in her arms like a big
baby. "I've missed you, little man! It'll take you awhile to recover, but
we'll be having some fun then, I promise." There was fire in her eyes as she
said this, but he couldn't tell if the fire was love, lust, or malevolent
evil. A small tear formed at the edge of his eye and ran down his face ... .