Chapter 9
NURSIE NURSIE, WOW WOW WOW DOCTOR, DOCTOR, POW POW POW
It's alright darling girl. You are safe from harm with Nurse O'Connell. Such a lucky girl you are to have loyal friends. Those dear boys saved the likes of you."
I awakened to this thick Irish accent crooning at me. Standing over me, gently wiping my forehead with a cool cloth, I saw a huge round faced woman in a white uniform, which bulged because of the huge curves stuffing it.
"It's true," I told myself, "the nightmare is really over. It wasn't a dream that Tom and Benny rescued me in the nick of time." I shuddered, I could still see the roaring flames licking hotly at me! I started to cry out at the memory. But my mouth hurt so, I only moaned.
Both of my wrists were bandaged. I carefully raised one hand and felt around my battered mouth with my fingernails.
"No darlin. Don't touch. We have a few sutures where those gorillas clobbered you. Nothing, serious. Won't even be a scar. This I promise you or me name ain't O'Connell."
"Are ... Benny and Tom ... alright?" I had to talk very slowly. A word or two at a time.
"Sure they are now. Heroes, they be. Last I saw of those dear lads, they were talking to some reporters."
"Oh no! My mom will kill me ... or have me locked up!"
"Sure now she won't for a fact. Twasn't your fault at all. Those dear boys explained how they saw you walking along on your way to your regular babysitting job and were about to give you a lift, when those hoodlums grabbed you off the street and sped away before they could help you. But they did find you again, and in the nick of time, my darlin. That's all you need remember."
"But my mom won't believe it."
"Certainly, she does already. The poor woman sat outside the emergency room a crying her poor eyes out, since the minute we informed her of your plight."
I was speechless at this bit of information. Apparently Mom was fronting for the reporters. What a scene that must be! But maybe it would keep her from skinning me alive.
Minutes later, in Mom walked, her face hidden in a handkerchief. I was almost as scared of her as I had been of my abductors. Well, she could ram it up her ass. I was innocent. I had my scruples and limitations, whether she thought so or not. I chose my fucking mates carefully. They weren't raunchy dope ridden sadists either.
"Oh Tiger! You're alright? Those horrid creatures. They didn't rape you?"
"No they didn't for a fact ma'am. We must not upset the patient. The poor dear has suffered a very traumatic experience."
"I am so confused. I just can't believe it! Those creatures must be caught." Mom had burst into tears ... supposedly. I saw her face as she moved her handkerchief. It was dry.
Mrs. O'Connell must have gotten a glimpse of the mask herself. She bristled. "We must say goodnight now. Your daughter needs her rest."
As the friendly nurse was settling me for the night, every few minutes my body would jump uncontrollably, like when a person is all relaxed and about to fall asleep. Every time my body jerked, I cried out. Fright would serge through me again, and though I tried not to, I began to cry. The salty tears ran into my cut mouth ... which hurt enough already.
"I will get you a hypo. Doctor already left orders for it. You will sleep like a babe. And your bad experience will fade away," Mrs. O'Connell assured me.
I hoped she was right. At the moment I was still very much discombuberated! I was relieved to feel the prick of the needle in my hip. As she quickly jerked the needle free, the nurse firmly rubbed the punctured area with her fingertips. Was she a strong one.
"That feels so good," I mumbled, "so soothing. You're strong ... and kind. I don't usually like women. But you're very ... nice."
As I got woozy my good nurse kept rubbing. She was rubbing my ass very efficiently, when, in rolling waves, my head seemed to whirl faster and faster and I fell into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the wee hours (as Nurse called them) I woke with an unbelievably painful headache. In fact, my mouth and jaws felt like pain rolling around, thrashing against the sides of a barrel, trying to get out.
I saw in the dim light that Mrs. O'Connell was sitting in a chair close by. I liked her. Somehow I didn't hurt quite so badly when she moved to comfort me.
She came over and switched on a light. Then she turned me on my side and rubbed my back and shoulders with a cool lotion. Next she rubbed my butt good, then turned me on my back and rubbed my stomach.
It hurt so badly to open my mouth I quit trying. I motioned that the light hurt my eyes, but that I thought the rubdown was heavenly.
She went quickly to the door and closed it.
Then she turned out the bright light. "You lie very still. O'Connell will make you forget all your cares. You can count on that."
"Yes, me darlin'," she crooned, taking off my gown. "Your nursie knows how to calm this girl. I knew what you needed the minute I rubbed your hard little ass and it went to quivering. You're a live one," she hummed, as she rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples. She moved to my stomach. And then she finally got down to the bare facts.
That big old solid hunk of sweet Irish woman was a wonder. She slid her big hand, wet and soft from the lotion, on down to gently cup my pussy. Into the slit she inserted about three of those big fat fingers. Gently, ever so gently, she worked those tentacles. Sometimes all together, sometimes every which way. It felt like each finger was a separate cock, each desperate to outdo the other in giving pleasure.
Like Lilly, she knew where the most sensitive part of my clit was, and just how to scarcely touch and tease it madly. Then she moved onto the top space of skin between my cuntlips and with fast pushing motions she now finger-fucked the skin, pressing against the top of my pelvic bone to jerk me off.
I forgot my headache, my tender mouth, and my trauma. She purposely didn't cause the violent spasms of come I was capable of. The comes that cause pressures of pleasure to surge from the brain to the box. But she delighted me ... and soothed me with wonder. She took me on a long, thorough but lackadaisical trek through paradise. Sometime later ... much later ... I fell asleep again.
Mrs. O'Connell had gone off duty at seven a.m. Or so the young bitch of a nurse who bathed me, told me. She didn't like me and I didn't like her. It was one of those instantaneous and mutual 'I hate you' meetings. But who cares? I had O'Connell. And when Dr. Luke bustled in, I decided right off, he was a humdinger.
In fact, he was downright handsome. He was young for a doctor, about twenty-five or so. He had snapping brown eyes, medium long black curly hair, and a black stylish mustache.
He sat on the edge of my bed and asked me endless questions about my abduction. He was especially inquisitive about exactly what the three animal types did to me. "There were some police detectives here last night to question you. You were in surgery at the time. So the physician in charge told them you couldn't talk before today."
As he talked he examined my mouth, my eyes, head, wrists, and so on. And made notes on my chart. "Say, do you live up to this name?" he stopped his professional jargon to tease.
My mouth hurt like hell. "UM HUM," I murmured. Nodding my head, I answered him with my eyes as well.
"You can't talk today. It would pull those stitches and be painful. And you can't write notes because of your wrists. We won't allow any questioning until tomorrow. An ordeal, wasn't it girl?" he sympathized kindly, gently patting me on the cheek. "We'll sure take good care of you honey. This little Tiger will leave our hospital happy," he promised. As he talked, he pulled back the covers. "Now let's check the rest of you ... see how your other bruises and scratches are coming along."
First he squeezed my tits. The nipples got instant hard-ons. Not being able to talk was a disadvantage. But where there's a will, there's a way. So Daddy always told me. And I had made up my mind when this sexy cock carrier walked in the door, we were going to ball each other.
I couldn't get exuberant. Certainly no doggie-fashion, which I dearly loved. And which would be stupendous on this hard solid mattress. And no special goodies for the doc. I couldn't use my mouth ... damn those perverts. But then again, they were why I was here.
And here I was. So I intended to make the most of the situation. I felt this was one exception where I could fuck for my own pleasure. No money, or advancement involved. My hospital visit was turning out to be an unexpected vacation.
Dr. Luke leaned down closely over me to listen to my heart. I let my left arm slip carefully over the side of the bed so I wouldn't hurt my wrist. I rubbed his cock through his thin white surgical pants. What a tool! A good eight inches before hardening ... which was instant! Was I horny.
Moving up close against the action I was giving him, he said, "Got the willies being cooped up in here, huh?" He slid his stethoscope to my stomach. And then, winking at me, he moved the cold instrument on down to my beaver.
I nodded affirmatively and looked him an invitation with my eyes.
"You know what's good and what's bad, don't you?" he questioned. He rubbed my pussy slowly, touching just inside the lips with the edge of his hand as he passed it back and forth. "You know a man worth having when you see him," he stated calmly.
In answer I squeezed his hard dong, which was now standing straight up inside his tight whites.
Winking again, he moved back, straightening his cock so he could walk. He went to the door and closed it. Just as O'Connell had done the night before. "Your name sure fits you Tiger," he told me, as he came back to stand beside the bed.
Methodically, and very practiced, he carefully took a hold of my legs and turned me around, pulling me toward the side of the high bed so that my ass rested on the edge. Then he freed that luscious big dong, tipped with a glistening purplish crown. He stood up against my anxious cunt, and wrapped my legs around his waist so I could lock my feet around his back. OH! Luke baby jammed that hard wonder slowly and gently into my already creamy tiger cat and fucked me with a perfection that had me screaming silently, but for pure joy.
When he had orgasmed until he couldn't stand any longer, he tucked his limp dick back inside those medicinal looking whites. Sighing with contentment, Dr. Luke sat sprattle-legged in Nurse O'Connell's chair and leisurely smoked a cigarette. When he got up to leave, I was almost asleep. He brushed his lips across my forehead. "You are a beautiful female Tiger Cat," he said. "Have a happy life."
I opened my eyes briefly to convey a thank you. Then I drifted off, thinking about what good therapists Nurse O'Connell and Dr. Luke were. Life here was fantastic. Still, I must think ahead. I was beginning to be anxious to get home so I could get back to work.