“Okay, I will have you,” Stella said, smiling.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Nari said, very pleased with herself.
“Do you still have the clitoris ring with ‘ST’ on it?” Stella asked.
“Yes,” Nari said.
“Those are my initials, also,” Stella said.
“I know. I will wear it for you if you wish,” Nari said.
“Yes, I wish you to start tomorrow unless you have it with you,” Stella said.
“I kept it in my pocket for weeks, hoping you would claim me,” Nari said.
Nari handed the ring to Stella, and Stella replaced the plain ring with the lettered ring between Nari’s legs. Stella stood up and kissed Nari’s lips lovingly yet forcefully. Stella felt a deep bond with Nari, as if she had always known her.
At the store, Tammy, standing in the deli dept office, the door closed, showed Valerie the Video she had starred in.
“I will show everyone if you do not do as I say,” Tammy said.
“What do you want?” Valerie asked.
Tammy was one of the few women in town with a steady boyfriend, so Valerie was slightly puzzled.
“I want you to be my sex slave,” Tammy said.
“Did you and Jonathon break up?” Valerie asked.
Jonathon was sexy, though very nerdy local twenty-year-old Junior College student. He was thin but slightly muscular, and Valerie always conversed with him while in the deli line. Jonathon would sneakily try to stare at her chest as he gave his order. Valerie did not mind him looking; it made her feel weak whenever it happened. Once near the deli closing time, she saw him coming and quickly went to her office, removed her apron, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. Jonathon had an excellent view, and Valerie made excuses to bend over to let him see down her shirt. Valerie was glad she was wearing her sexiest bra that day, and when she was home after, she had given her vibe quite a workout imagining it was Jonathon.
“No, Jonathon and I want you as our sex slave. I am bi-sexual, and Jonathon wants two girls at once. It is even better that he finds you an MILF,” Tammy said, smiling.
Tammy had shown the video to Jonathon already, and he was excited to do what Niles had been allowed to do. Especially the cum swallowing part, Tammy did not like the taste of his seed.
“Oh, I see,” Valerie said, not wanting to respond as excitedly as she felt. The truth was the video was irrelevant to her. If she could not find a man to satisfy her soon, she planned to leave Mooreville.
“We will be at your house at six tonight; answer the door naked,” Tammy said.
***********
At the hospital, Stella pulled Nari up for another passionate kiss.
“We better hurry and shower; I need to check the patients,” the Doctor said.
Stella removed the nipple clamps. “I will play with these later. Do not use them without me ever,” Stella said.
“Yes, Doctor,” Nari said.
Stella rubbed Nari’s pussy, and Nari spread her legs to give her new owner unobstructed access. Stella pressed one finger into her vaginal opening after licking her to make her moist. Soon Stella added another finger, and another, until her whole fist was inside Nari’s tight opening. Stella loved fisting; it was her favorite fetish. Nari moaned.
“You like that, my pet?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Nari replied.
Stella used her other hand to stimulate Nari’s clit, and she quickly squirted onto the tile office floor as she shuddered uncontrollably.
They showered together. When they finished their shower Nari said, “Professor Sylvia sent me an email when I left to forward to my new Mistress,” Nari said. Nari asked the Doctor to enter her email address into the send line on her phone. Stella did, and Nari forwarded the correspondence to her. Stella opened it on her Macbook. The message read-
If you are reading this, you must own my pet, Nari. She excelled as my slave. She especially likes rough and humiliating sex. She is well-trained. One of our favorite past times was hiking. Nari enjoys walking on remote trials in short skirts with nothing under them. I liked stopping periodically to spank her ass or pussy. After I punished her, I would require her to hold up her skirt until I walked ahead to the next landmark. I would then motion for her to catch up. She then could allow her hem to drop and proceed to me. If the trail became remote enough, I would take all her clothes. She loves this, although she protests it vehemently. I sometimes would lead her naked on her leash for miles. Nari is a squirter and expresses a lot of fluid when she climaxes, which she finds embarrassing.
She also enjoyed being used as a party favor for my female friends when I entertained them. I hope you will enjoy her as much as I did.
“I think you should just wear the scrub top; it will act as a short skirt,” Stella said.
“We are not in the woods, Doctor. Someone might report me,” Nari said.
“Yes, but spanking you during the day in various places will be fun,” Stella said.
The Doctor took Nari along on her rounds when they were both dressed. In full-on Doctor mode, Stella dressed impeccably under her smock. The scrub top only covered the round globes of Nari’s bottom, stopping at her upper thigh. The small hospital only had five patients admitted, and the strictly adhered-to visiting hours had just begun. Stella and Nari knew the hospital schedule, and Nari was worried.
The two left the first-floor Office area, entered the elevator, and Stella pushed the 2nd-floor button. Stella pulled up the back of Nari’s purple uniform top and landed several smacks on her now exposed bottom, only stopping when the bell sounded, indicating the door wood open on the ward floor. Nari’s face showed noticeable signs of arousal. After the door opened, they walked down the brightly lit corridor.
The first patient’s room was safe enough; Mary Ferndale had been in a coma for four months, and her family visited every Sunday after Church and lunch. They were not due for hours. Stella went to the life support machine and verified it was working correctly. Nari took the patient’s blood pressure. No one else was in the room, and the curtain around the bed was closed, but the hall door was ajar; Nari faced the hall as they were leaving. Stella said, “Pull up the shirt and show me your pussy.”
Nari pulled up the purple scrub top. Anyone walking down the hall could see her sexy exposed vagina. Nari’s face looked worried yet excited as she obeyed.
“Count to thirty and then let it down and follow me,” the Doctor said as she exited the wardroom.
Nari counted to thirty and finished just saying twenty as she heard voices coming down the hall. The group sounded like the McCall family. They headed for ICU and right in front of the open door. Nari counted the final ten as Stella waited to speak with them beyond the open door on their route. She could have easily intercepted them before the door, Nari thought. Nari finished just in time and let her top fall over her naked bottom again.
The McCall’s son Trevor had a motorcycle accident the night before; Stella operated on his head injury. He would be fine if he did not experience cranial swelling. The ICU nurse had kept a close watch on him. He had been sedated and was breathing normally. Stella had last checked on him right before the parking lot Facetime.
“Good morning, Doctor. How is Trevor doing?” Wilma McCall asked.
Wilma, her husband Mitch, and their just past teen daughter Maureen stood in the hall nervously. At eighteen, Trevor, the family’s baby, had just purchased the motorcycle against his mother’s protest.
“He is doing as well as can be expected. He should fully recover as long as there is no additional swelling,” Doctor Taft said.
“Can we see him?”
“Only one at a time, and for a few minutes. Agnes will help you in ICU. I have other Patients to check,” Stella said.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Wilma said.
“Come along, Nari; we need to check in on Margaret,” Stella said.
Nari moved slowly out of the wardroom, not wanting the shirt tail to catch the air and expose her nudity. Stella could hear Maureen say, “Yummi,” under her breath as Nari entered the hallway before the McCalls hurried towards their son.
Stella led Nari into Mrs. Chenault’s room, and Clair sat beside her Mother, Margaret. After a long bout with what Stella supposed was influenza, Margaret looked old and pale, almost without color. Margaret was not nearly as old as she now appeared. Clair, her faithful daughter, waited for the inevitable. Twenty-something Clair sat on a double-seated, thinly padded vinyl chair. Still on oxygen, Margaret slept peacefully. The partially opened curtains allowed sunlight into the sterilely furnished patient room. Margaret and Clair were more of Stella’s many friends. Clair’s face brightened when she noticed Stella and Nari.
“How are you holding up?” Stella asked as Nari took Margaret’s pulse.
“As well as can be expected,” Clair answered.
“It won’t be long now, I am sorry to say,” Stella said soothingly.
Nari wrote the vitals onto Margaret’s chart.
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