Meg Damien—slut. Was it even reasonable? Maybe the conversation had all been a dream? How was it possible that the girl she’d known since high school, one she counted on as her ‘best’ friend, had in six months time transformed herself from a timid, prim, conflicted young nurse into a shameless, sensuous masochist—with a randy exhibitionist streak to boot. Nothing short of a miracle—or Dr. Merriman’s secret cure! Meg’s revelations left Nancy fearfully shivering in her own nurse’s oxfords. She had to wonder if Dr. Merriman had pierced Meg’s nipples too, or was the only sign of his reign on her the tattoo on her ass?

       As her night shift in the hospital moved from hour to hour, Nancy thoughts were consumed by Meg’s confession and her own dilemma as a sexual plaything. How odd, going to work and finding her sexual body wildly engaged just from the smell of the antiseptic, gauze, bandages, surgical gloves—things she had rarely noticed before. And what strange aphrodisiacs! Her body hummed every hour in anticipation of her next assignment.

       It turned out that the next assignment was exactly what Nancy feared most—centered on the one physical barrier she’d found nearly impossible to breach. That evening, she came on Drs. Lyman and Creighton in the hospital corridor as they were talking quietly to each other. They looked up at her, catching her gaze and she blushed, wondering if they were talking about her. It turned out they were.

       “By all means, do the honors, Hank,” Dr. Creighton said, as Nancy tried to scoot past the pair. He bowed out of the scene, while Dr. Lyman stepped into her path and Nancy stopped short.

       “Ten minutes, my office,” he said. “I’ll be brief.”

       “Yes, sir,” she dutifully answered. The exchange sent her desires soaring and her imagination reeling. When she finally arrived in the doctor’s private office on the fifth floor, her knees were almost knocking she was so scared.

       The doctor looked up from his paperwork as Nancy pushed the door closed. “I saw the video last night,” he said as he rose from his chair. “Quite an exam. Brings up a number of things we’re planning for you, not the least of which is the anal training, which seems to be of particular concern to you.”

       “Maybe,” she answered cautiously.       

       “Maybe? You were pretty adamant in your objections. Changed your mind?”

       “I’m still scared, if that’s what you’re asking.”

       “And your fear will only make the experience more difficult. Since we have every intention of taking your ass, you’d better get used to the experience.” He moved toward one of the nearby cabinets. “No panties?” he asked.

       “You told me not to wear them.”

       “Yes, I did. So, we’ll secure the dildo with straps.”

       Secure the dildo? It didn’t take much coaxing to bring that image to mind. 

       After rummaging through the cabinet, Dr. Lyman pulled out a black leather case, which was about a foot long and a foot wide. Opened, it revealed an array of rubber dildos of varying size, beginning with one that was about the size of the average finger, the others increasing in size until the last one in the row must have been the size of a ten-ounce water bottle. There must have been about eight in the set, but Nancy didn’t have time to count them before Dr. Lyman removed one from the middle and closed the case. Even though the one he’d chosen wasn’t the largest in the range of possibilities, Nancy looked on in horror, as she realized what he planned to do with the ugly thing. Unlike most vaginal dildos, which were relatively straight or penis shaped, this one—like the others in the set—started with a narrow, rounded end, widened in the middle and then narrowed at the base—which was a small flat piece of flexible plastic.

       Dr. Lyman read her thoughts. “Designed to remain effectively lodged in the ass without tying it in,” he explained. “But… just to be sure that you won’t be losing the thing, I’m going to strap it in. You can wear it the rest of your shift. What will that be?” He consulted his watch. “About two hours?”
       Nancy must have looked puzzled or concerned, and likely frightened—or all of the above—because Dr. Lyman looked back at her with a critical expression, adding, “Trust me. It won’t be as bad as you think. Now, bend over.”

       Her body swam in a hazy pool of sensation, while her mind was stirred, thinking of huge cocks nestling into her ass, where the dildo was now being inserted. Dr. Lyman efficiently slicked the surface of the thing with slippery lubricant, swathed her anus with the same stuff, and then carefully, gently, gave the rod a firm shove. It eased inside her rectum, feeling not a lot different than the expanding metal rod Dr. Stone had used during her examination. She’d survived that, why not this? It all seemed logical in her mind, but her body lodged a meaningful revolt. Her back entry cramped and her muscles tightened instead of relaxing

       “Don’t fight it, Nurse McCarron,” Dr. Lyman warned.

       “But I can’t do it!” she whined in desperation.

       “Oh? Do I need to warm your ass to get you to relax?”

       “No, no!”’   

       The doctor tried again, shoving a little more firmly this time, hoping that Nancy might will her fears away and open her body freely. But it wasn’t to be. Still petrified, her entire body clenched unconsciously, making it nearly impossible for the rod to fit.

       “Maybe a smaller one,” she suggested timidly.

       “No! Not a smaller one,” Dr. Lyman snapped. Time was as short as his patience. Deciding that there was no other way to get what he wanted, he moved to the cabinet again, and removed a thick wooden paddle from inside. A brisk spanking followed, peppering Nancy’s bottom until the whole thing glowed red. All she could think of as the horrible pain burned on her skin was Meg’s stories of having her ass punished hard. Was this what she needed, too?

       To his credit, Dr. Lyman knew exactly what he was doing to get the results he wanted. He stopped the spanking abruptly, and before Nancy realized what was happening, he tried the anal dildo again and it miraculously slipped inside Nancy’s rectum with little effort.

       The shock of those five astounding minutes was punctuated by a surprise finish. With Nancy’s pretty ass impaled, the doctor moved in behind her, unzipped his pants and shoved his erect organ into her pussy below. With the other orifice crammed with the rubber anal plug, the small space beside it was incredibly tight. He was deliriously aroused from the moment his cock forced its way inside. Reaching around Nancy’s torso, his hand wrenched inside her dress and then into her bra, where he tugged roughly on her nipples. They were still terribly sore from the piercing, of which he was aware, but nothing mattered to the man but his own sexual relief… not Nancy’s discomfort, or the screaming pain in her nipples, or the sensation of being ripped in two, or the fact that just outside his office door, his colleagues were discussing the medical treatment of the patients in the ward nearby.

            In seconds, the one-minute ‘wonder fuck’ was over, just as Nurse Ferguson knocked on the door. By the time she had, Dr. Lyman’s satisfied prick was back in his pants, and Nurse Nancy was reasonably presentable, sitting bare-assed on the seat of the chair with an anal plug which felt to be the size of a fire log lodged in her rectum. The doctor’s copious offerings were leaking from her pussy, getting smeared on the plastic chair seat. Her face was flushed, but she was otherwise settled enough to discuss the patient in room 375 with Nurse Ferguson and two student doctors who were visiting the floor that evening.