Nurses

by Bob2300

Chapter 1

Marie worked at the Women and Girls Asylum Hospital (Minimum 18 years of age, or at least that was what the paperwork always said) as an up-and-coming head nurse. She was an average looking girl about 5 foot 8 inches tall. Pretty much her best feature was a pert well formed rump. A lot of people said they preferred to see the back of her, especially her subordinates. Her hips were feminine but nothing extreme; curves in the right places but not that curvy. She had a nice B-cup breasts. She was pleasant to look at but nothing that was going to grab your attention from across the room; what would do that first was the taser gun she carried. More than one person had underestimated the range of her hearing and the taser.

Marie typically kept part of her face covered by her long rich-blue bangs. The hair ended up mostly concealing one of her eyes, it gave her a certain mystique and this also gave her a perpetual mischievous and impish look. For those under her care, they were left with impression of being under the control of a scheming trouble maker. Marie’s skin was a gentle olive-white, but she bore a few soft coloured freckles on her face. Her eyes, like her hair, were a strong blue colour.

As mentioned, Marie had very bright blue hair. It was a mystery. No one knew if she dyed it or if was somehow her natural colour. Rumour had it that anyone who had ever pressed the question enough to annoy the sadistically dominating blue-haired woman had ended up on the patient population list,… sometimes permanently. One unlucky intern had been found three weeks later naked in a padded cell completely hairless with a ball-gag, vibrating butt plug and an arm binder.

For you see, the head nurse Marie, loved to dominate, and always wanted to play ‘rougher’ with the patients of the asylum. She didn’t get much of a rise from treating the patients after they had experienced drug and other extreme mind-blanking treatments. No, she much preferred to play rough and tough and harsh with the patients before they were plied with more tasteless, permanently damaging vegetating forms of ‘treatment’. Forms of treatment that would permanently make them too manageable, to agreeable.

The asylum was run by nurses and doctors only and had no bureaucrats or desk-workers to bog the place down. It was a model of efficiency, much of the paperwork was automatically handled by specialist computer programs an excellent investment and labour saving device. The nurses and doctors had microphones that connected directly to there computers they could talk and the specialist software would practically do there paperwork for them, of course it only worked perfectly if the patients were very quiet. It was policy the institute also never wanted to send any patient through the mind-blanking (and physically harrowing) final “curative” treatments that wasn’t otherwise curable. This meant only a small portion of all-female population were ever sent down the roads of final curing from which few returned as non-vegetable. In fact the asylum touted that they never sent anyone through this, that wasn’t unless they were really destined to, they had maybe one patient in five or more years that could not be reached.

This policy meant that nearly all of the inmates that were kept around waiting, while they underwent long and careful mental analysis. Some had waited years, and others were being treated and re-evaluated for years. Either way dangerous patients were kept away from the public.

Marie found her calling when she finally transferred into the specific wards dealing with the resisting inmates. These women were tough and very hard to keep in line. Some were very strong and some were violent, claiming they were not insane and were victims of political crimes or police misconduct or a supernatural conspiracy with a cold war between angels and demons or other crazy nonsense.

It didn’t matter to Marie. The ranting of the sane and the insane could sound very similar under the right circumstances, and besides, her job wasn’t to evaluate. Her job… was to keep the girls in line,... harshly if at all possible.

And she loved it!

Soon after she transferred she came up with what would become one of her all time favourite means of controlling recalcitrant patients. Marie was remarkably strong, as was her whole family, and before becoming a nurse had been an amateur masseuse. Now her skills as a masseuse came in most handy to bend and break patients to her will.

She loved using enemas. Not for herself personally, but on her very troublesome patients. What she loved even more though was using her ‘special technique’ of massage. She would use massage on the victim’s inflated bellies, swishing the water inside them and bringing them to major discomfort.

Marie loved how the enemas would make the victim helpless. She would inflate them to the point of bursting then release her victim from their bonds and help them stand upright. She found it cute how completely submissive they were and didn’t dare to run away, they wouldn’t even answer her back or try to utter a harsh word. They were so bloated and cramped that they couldn’t run; their movement was more restricting than having a 30 pound ball and chain attached to their legs. They obeyed her and got into their next position ready to be bound , for fear that they might explode if they were struck by her in defiance, or even worse her tazer might come into play.

She preferred O-rings over ball gags. She loved the moans of discomfort that would roar from the back of their throats as she kneaded her fingers deep into their inflated bellies. She liked them to make a lot of noise, The best thing about the O-rings was how they would drool all over their tummies, lubricating themselves for their coming massage. It was like they were helping her set themselves up for their own punishment. Of course when she needed to talk to someone or to get some reports done a plug could easily be wedged into the ring gag to make the patient very quiet if no more distressed. And she liked to talk to her subordinates while she was busy with a patient it made them so fearful with the potential of what could happen to them literally in front of them.

She pressed her fingers and thumbs and palms and fists into their bellies, making them simple squirm as they howled. She touched them anywhere and everywhere, and many of the women and girls blushed as she exercised her unfettered access to their bodies, bending them to her will, locking their bodies in lewd and humiliating poses. Sometimes Marie would add cramping powders to the enemas which would make the victims bellies bulge up even more if disturbed. It left their guts curling in on themselves or gurgling continuously with rolling discomfort.

The O-rings she used also made it easy to force feed the patients with a pump or a funnel. They could also be made to use their tongues to lick her boots or pussy. Not always Marie’s pussy either. She particularly enjoyed taking a pair of ring gagged patients and forcing them to pleasure each other in a bound 69 position. It was humiliating, and often they would refuse until she filled them up with enema to make their bellies bulge. When she strapped them together, their bellies would be squashed uncomfortably between their pressed bodies, making their displeasure feel even worse. After the first time any returning victim would usually be eager to muff dive in order to avoid an enema, if they were not Marie had an excuse to be creative.

Of course, Marie would often give them enemas anyway and tell them she’d only let them go after they’d made each of their partners cum enough times that she, their attending nurse, was satisfied. And as one could imagine, Marie still massaged them, both of them, even while they were struggling to eat the other girl out to a climax, some times it was a game and only one girl would be set free , sometimes the one that came first sometimes the one that held on the longest sometimes the one that came the most in a set period of time. Marie took perverted joy as she forced her fingers and hands between the two girl’s pressed tightly smooshed together bellies. Great pleasure as she pushed one belly as it churned into another wobbly rotund middle. Sometimes she would add another couple of conditions on just as they were about to finish. If they objected at all she would just inflate them more.

With massage, she would turn something that would normally feel so good into something unbearably painful. The massages would last for hours, and Marie loved the awkwardness of looking into her victims eyes as she caressed them. Minutes turned into hours as their bellies gurgles and rumbled, half muffled begs and pleading screams and gurgles silenced by their tight gags. She always made sure the victim’s could see the wall clocks, to know how long they had to endure. Sometimes she set the clocks up to run slowly. One she even set running backwards. When her massage was “done”, she then had them relieve themselves right in front of her,... and prepped them for the next enema; they rarely ever stayed free for long.

***

After a while, all the trouble patients in Marie’s ward began to behave; really behave. They barely stuck a toe out of line for fear of earning more special therapy time with her. Not that behaving well did them much good, but it did make them less noticed in the crowd, a crowd that was rapidly learning to fear Marie.

Her whole ward, the most troublesome in the entire asylum, had been turned around into mostly meek and rather quiet patients. The senior nurses up the chain of command noticed and since everyone knew it was due to Marie’s direct “personal touch” they decided to hand her more authority. Instead of a ward, she was given command over nearly a whole wing of the asylum. Now her territory encompassed not only the formerly most viciously troubling patients, she was given the merely troubling and problem patients as well.

Nurses in other wards and wings transferred their tough patients to her, even patients that just stuck a toe out of line or made a silly mistake and Marie’s authority slowly began to grow. As soon as Marie assumed control over in her new domain, she began to ferret out all the things which other nurses had “apparently” not noticed or swept under the rug.

Marie quickly found many patients in possession of contraband. Anything from drugs to cigarettes to even weapons. Truly the greater number in her ward seemed to spontaneously come into possession of such things, especially when she was looking for a reason to give a particularly stuck up patient a special punishment. Her solution to this contraband problem was radical but very effective.

Any women or girl who was found with forbidden items lost the right to wear clothes, leaving them all in there undergarments. Repeat offenders pushed the program further to where anyone who broke the rules again was punished by permanently losing even their underwear. Patient control was the key and the patients couldn’t hide anything on their persons, especially when she started introducing random cavity searches. Of course the patients had to be strapped down to be searched, bent over a desk legs spread wide arms pulled up high behind them, mouths opened with jaw spreaders. Some of the patients were so accommodating Marie needed elbow length rubber gloves. Seeing their faces bright red as their bottoms were invaded made Marie laugh. She had a game where two nurses would select two patients strap them down for a cavity search, then make bets on which one would be the most accommodating. Marie always managed to win these games much to the regret of any patient that she happened to pick. 

Of course Marie still got to punish uppity inmates with her massage and enemas, along with her enforced sexual acts. But for the moment she only punished those which pushed back. The contraband carriers she merely denuded.

Many of the women and girls hated the loss of their clothes, and became agitated and discontent. Marie knew patients were dangerous; they needed to be controlled above all else.

With a wing of unhappy and possibly rebellious inmates under her control, Marie convinced the hospital that she should be allowed to tightly restrain them in heavy leather arm-binders when they acted up. Soon there were several women permanently wearing arm binders tightly laced up until there elbows touched barely able to squirm in there bondage,  and of course the binders had to be locked shut so that nothing could be used to release the dangerous and demented patients.

Marie liked to lace the binders until the women’s elbows touched. It made them so more helpless, then she would lock the straps over their shoulders. Some of the more troublesome inmates got a little upgrade; a strap that ran from their wrists to a collar would pull the wrists up the back, sticking the elbows out and making it that much more secure. They had no hope of getting free especially when it was locked in place. Some of her regular victims found themselves permanently riveted into arm binders with no release mechanism. A fresh rawhide arm-binder soaked in water laced tight then slowly allowed to dry was a special treat to be savoured as its victim slowly realised what was happening watching the realisation creep into there eyes watching it get tighter and tighter. Marie had several of these on high definition recordings for the particularly pretty patients, there was even rumoured to be one former super model who had fallen into Marie’s clutches but if it existed that tape was in her private blackmail collection. 

Though any with bound arms were much less of a threat, they became all the more angry and even with the threat of her hands-on-massage treatments they began to act up and speak out. Eventually Marie got permission to tightly restrain ALL her patients in the secure leather arm-binders.

Marie looked through her bright blue bangs with pleasure and pride as she had every single patient bound in front of her just so she could enjoy watching them lose their freedom. Now the nurses and doctors complained that the patients talked back to them too much, so Marie got permission to keep her patients gagged at all times. She even had special gags with changeable mouthpieces used. Though the gag harnesses and straps were riveted tightly in place so that there was no way to remove them the individual gag bits could be changed at a whim from simple utilitarian items to true implements of torture. Her patient would be controlled and silent.

As her authority grew, many of the patients in other wings began to complain and threatened the nurses that they would not stand for being put under Marie’s control. Her sphere of power grew greater as she was given more territory, taking on more areas with any patient that showed any trouble simply accelerating what they feared. Each one that was put under her control was given the same treatment. The bindings and gags seemed to work for a while but those in her wards were perpetually angry now, and sometimes fought the other nursing staff when Marie wasn’t around. They couldn’t do much damage but they could be a real hassle and a pain taking up precious time. 

She was given permission to use enemas on all of her patients. She had all the women and girls permanently trapped with large inflated bellies, their asses permanently stopped-up with inflatable retention plugs. Marie even added those cramping powders regularly and randomly among all of her victims. Sometimes she chose a woman who looked at her wrong, or one that looked at her right. Sometime she chose the prettier ones because she felt they needed her “gentle” touch. And sometimes she just walked down the aisles and picked a woman at random. Sometimes it was a staff member that needed some attitude adjustment sometimes they said something wrong. 

Marie often found herself giggling as she was massaging a choice victim while their hugely bloated belly full of cramping powders twitched and spasmed underneath her fingers and palms. She loved how the enemas always made all her patients helpless, and compliant. She found it cute how completely submissive they were and didn’t dare to fight. They were so bloated and cramped that they couldn’t run.

Marie didn’t even bother getting permission to start hogtying them and putting bondage-hoods on their heads and tucking them up, putting them to bed like this every night. Of course they had to be strapped down to stop them rolling out of bed. She found she loved to watch from the security office when she was on night shifts. She liked to watch them in their fitful unpleasant sleep on the cameras. She loved how she had managed to get the whole huge group of patients locked down with perpetual punishment enemas, keeping them all neatly in line. She liked to watch the nursed putting the bloated beauties to bed. The women would be squirming and sometimes keening with discomfort as they were tightly hogtied, with no possibility of a comfortable position. Sometimes they used toe cuffs or multiple hoods whatever it took to truly immobilize a patient. The image was a delicious one to savour as the desperation in there eyes grew, as the hoods were pulled over their heads. Sometimes they never removed the hoods again riveting them in place. She developed a line of rubber hogtie sacks designed to fit a bloated woman tightly immobilizing her to the point she could not even squirm.

And god help the woman who still tried to resist her will, even if there resistance was minimal; even the slightest glare, the slightest hesitation to follow an order, to finish a meal to refuse a touch. More a symbolic act of defiance than an actual physical threat to staff. There was the occasionally recalcitrant subject who needed a reminder of where they were; of whose world they were in. The patient would be hooked up to a simple but powerful pump. She would be given a rotating enema cycle , the pumps would rapidly fill and then empty their victims, increasing the discomfort. Tightly hogtied and strapped down to the bed but left able to see what was going on. The pump would be set. They would be periodically emptied, allowed a short period of rest with their bellies no longer filled. The reason why was so they could remember what it was like not to be in constant discomfort; to have a small taste of blissful comfort, a small taste of hope that the machine would not spring to life again, the machines were often set to a random program so that even Marie did not know how long the punishment would last that unknown element that psychological torment could break a woman faster than a much harsher punishment.

Then they were refilled harshly again with their much deserved soapy fluids. Each time the enemas returned, they would be larger and larger volumes. Slowly over the eight hours of rest, their bellies would be gradually stretched to huge distortedly bloated sizes. All the while the enema mixtures would increase their agony. Sometimes it was boiling hot. Other times it was bitingly cold. Sometimes it was a cramping inducing nightmare along with the temperature.

Marie found it amusing to gag these recalcitrant inmates with a bar of soap, especially those that tried to talk back, at the same time they underwent their “attitude corrections.” The bad ones got to stretch there lips around two bars of soap, made from the worst tasting soap she could find to buy.

Sometimes Marie would get off watching the machine packing their bowels to the utmost agony; watching the women squirming about in incredible discomfort as there belies knotted and their abdomens clenched with no possibility of relief. She often slowly adjusted the soap concentrations, making it worse for her patients. In addition, some of the most naughty patients had punitive belly straps applied to their swollen middles made of thick rubber. Straps that sometimes cut right across their middles, adding a painful ring of torment over their gurgling bellies, usually these were applied when the girls were mostly empty. It was almost impossible to apply them when they were full but Marie still tried, much to her victim’s misery.

Marie invented still other strap harnesses. One was straps that criss-crossed over their bellies in neat ornate webs, and as they were made of flexible rubber that would actually stretch somewhat, allowing the pressure against their ailing abdomens to build as they were inflated. But on the underside which touched against the skin, these straps were adorned with painful blunted spikes. Any victim with their belly wrapped in these experienced a slow swelling and a dull pincushion of agony. Of course Marie called them therapeutic massage aids, they added immeasurably to the woman's suffering when combined with a massage but she found she needed a pair of weighted gloves to truly give a proper massage through the straps.

Over time Marie found her patients body’s adapting. She could use larger volume enemas, tighter arm binders, larger butt plugs, and ring gags. Larger butt-plugs and enemas were always upgraded when she found she could. It was amazing that many of her patients could hold two and a half gallons of fluid; they looked pregnant with twins. Once she discovered any of her patients could, she determined that they would. It was so much fun to stretch the goals.

The ring-gags she sometimes left smaller sized, because some of the girls were pretty enough that she didn’t want to distort their beauty. This allowed their terrified expression to look lovely and at the same time scared, or their pained expression pretty in their agony.

Other times though she relished the larger ring-gags, as she would sometimes make use of her elbow lengths gloves for an occasional cavity search down their throats. Oh how they hated that but could do nothing about it, also perfect for testing veterinary endoscopes.

***

She taught the other nurses her massage techniques. The hospital trialled a new drug that caused breast enlargement, it had uses that would make most breast enlargement procedures a thing of the past. Soon every patients were trapped with large round breasts that presented another way to control and dominate them.

Marie carried out an experiment. She had a set of pillory, also known as stocks, made. But these stocks didn’t have a place for the woman’s head and hands, but for her breasts. Marie took an untreated woman and fitted them into the stocks, and fitted her breasts through the two holes instead. Then she was locked firmly in place with other straps and manacles. As she was fed the drug, her enlarged breasts trapped her in place with no way to get free. Marie had the stocks putt on rollers so that the poor woman could be moved from place to place. Marie sometimes kept her in her office as a living ornament or in the staff room.

Marie continued to experiment. She adapted the straps she had created for belly binding for something else. Smaller versions of these webs of blunt spikes straps could also be applied to the patient’s enormous breasts, compressing them cruelly for periods. She created a body bag made out of a web of chains with the dull spikes. She could literally suspend them in the air, hanging them, by their bellies and boobs. She could rotate them freely as well, rolling them onto their backs or onto their fronts or sides, and even completely upside down. This made any enema they would be holding swirl around inside them very uncomfortablely.

The intended victim would just fit inside the apparatus. It would be jointed together around the woman, the links compression welded around her to make it tight. They were perfect for victims of the breast enlargement drug.

Marie selected a particular patient for her first test. It was a dark haired browned skinned girl from Hawaii named Lilo. The girl had naturally full hips. Her body fit snugly into the binding-body bag, and Marie couldn’t help giggling as she strapped the girl’s modest B-cups into the breast-spike-bindings, after she secured the chains over her hips and at that time flat tummy.

A quick compression welding job later and the girl was stuck semi-permanently. With glee Marie informed her, “Watch your tits become beach balls, beach girl.”

With that she fed Lilo the largest dose of the breast enlarging drug they’d ever given a girl. The girl’s boobs immediately showed signs of swelling and soon growth and within a week her already uncomfortable breasts had gone up a hefty size. By the second week they had grown even faster, going up two sizes. Marie didn’t stop force feeding the girl. She fed Lilo more and more, often while giving her a huge enema that made her scream in compressed agony.

By the end of five weeks, Lilo’s breasts were bigger than her head and her belly was as full as Marie could pump it. The girl’s chocolate brown skin and all her tender flesh bulged out of the gaps in the chain in bondage. Her sensitive breasts were the worst and all Marie had to do was merely caress them to make the girl squirm in torment. Full with over two gallons of punishing cramping liquid and breasts bigger than a porn star, the bondage was almost too tight to believe. She looked deformed and strangely sexy at the same time. The girl was so helpless; so sensitive with just her head free.

She made an excellent and willing toy just for the promise of the barest hint of freedom or relief. Of course her head shouldn’t be free all the time, Marie decided. Periodically a tight fitting latex rubber hood would be pulled over head, with only her hair gathered together and pulled out the back. Then a second leather hood would envelope this one. The laces on the second hood would be pulled tight, squeezing her cranium in order to remind her that she had no freedom unless Marie felt it was necessary for her “treatment.”

On occasion Lilo’s hair was used as a means to enforce painful neck positions and postures. Other times it was just for tugging on. Marie had Lilo’s impossible trapped body taken on tours of the facility. Her body with bloated with her gurgling multi-gallon filled belly which stretched the super tight chain link bag she was enveloped in, was sometimes hanging and gagged in Marie’s office, or in the staff break room. Several times Lilo was put in the front lobby as a warning to future patients to behave. Being that it was an all-female asylum, there were several lesbian staff members who took delight in playing with her bound form.

Sometimes Lilo would be delivered back to Marie’s office at the end of the day, only for the blue-haired head nurse to discover her pet project’s body cavities had been stuffed with enormous vibrating dildo’s. Once she walked into the break room to discover Nurse Stacy and Nurse Britney had allowed the brown girl, while still trapped in her tight black rubber and studded prison, to drain well more than half her enema.

“Well, come on,” Nurse Britney spoke cheerily, “What’s it gonna be?”

The busty blonde nurse reached forward and lightly caressed Lilo’s enormous left boob. “You want us to massage your giant titties, or…” She reached down and rubbed her hand over Lilo’s not quite fully deflated stomach. “Do you want us to fill ya back up to bursting and give you a nice deep massage?”

Lilo’s brown eyes were twitching, her mouth filled with a large O-ring and stuffed with a softly buzzing vibrator, completely cutting off any speech. She shook her head to both, sagging weakly in her restraints.

“Can’t you decide?” Nurse Stacy asked, sounding surprising cheery as well. Clearly both nurses didn’t care that they were tormenting their patient. In fact they both were blushing and looked excited at the prospect. “Look, you gotta decide what you want while we let you eat us out. Don’t worry though. We’ve got some toys for either option so you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Marie had watched the exchange from the doorway, where none of the three women had noticed. At that she strode into the room, and at her appearance all three women, even captive Lilo, jumped.

“Both.” she commanded.

“What?” both nurses asked in unison.

“Both.” Marie repeated, looking at the two nurses and then grinning slightly at bound Lilo. “Show me what you got.”

Hurriedly both nurses fetched out the sex-toys. A couple of enormous ribbed vibrators, and a several vibrating eggs with trailing controllers and some adhesive tape. Marie nodded her head in approval.

“Fill her back up and give her gut a good massage while she eats you both.” Marie ordered, picking up one of the huge sex toys. “Cram these inside her when you do.”

She stepped over to pick up a couple of the vibrating eggs. “Then empty her, yank out those bad boys, tape these to her tits, and give those boobs a good thorough massage.”

At that there came a moan of despair from Lilo. Marie turned to her and her grin grew even more wicked. “Oh don’t worry. You won’t remain un-stuffed for long.” she declared and continued without turning to look at the other nurses. “Then you fill her back up, cram those things back into her, leave those titty vibers on, and let her stew in her agony. In a few more hours, give her another massage while she’s full, both titties and tummy, record it on camera and leave all those toys on. If she isn’t vibrating when she returns to my office tomorrow, you’ll both join her.”

“Yes Ma’am!” both nurses promptly answered, and then looked at each other with wickedly excited faces, before hastening to follow their orders.

***

Nurses
by Sadarax and Bob2300 

Chapter 2

A further part of the drug trial forced the patients with enlarged breasts into uncontrolled lactation. Marie found a way to turn this into just another form of punishment. If they were bad, or just because she felt like it they'd go without milking; some times a day sometimes three or four as their breasts swelled painfully full of milk. They would beg as well as they could through there gags.

She would give the women begging to be milked a punishment by aggressively milked as a punishment gloved hands on sensitive nipples or merciless vacuum pumps spinning away. She found special non slip industrial gloves that were very rough to the touch these were a particular harsh form of treatment. She trained one woman to orgasm when milked the use of vibrators and repetitive reinforcement permanently altering her mind into an amusing toy.

Nurse Marie laughing as she started implementing the successful mass lactation program. Suddenly the feeding bill for a lot of the hospital disappeared. The best part was, it was efficient! They use the breast milk to feed the patients (and the staff, mostly for dares and bets). Marie loved to humiliate patients in this way Which patient's she feeds from which could almost be a game. Randomized by a computer program she wrote, though it took effort it was worth it.

She enjoyed tormenting some patients there was a 36 year old woman very pretty and her 18 year old daughter she loved to force the daughter to suckle her mothers expanded breasts while keeping her mother painfully bound folded up with her ankles crossed behind her head, the awkward looks in there eyes were priceless. There was a pair of twin sisters one was innocent one guilty of a crime both were in the asylum to be sure that they had the mad one. They were perpetually locked in an agonizingly tight 69 position one feeding the other. Marie took great personal delight in making the sisters feed themselves. The awkwardness and embarrassment alone were a means of control and they were not bad looking at all.

It became almost standard for each bound woman to have a pump attached to her breasts and a feeding gag. It was cheaper than other meals just a matter of routine discipline to make every female drink their own flavour milk semi-regularly. The pumps were suspended over there unwilling victims they could be lowered from the ceiling the pump would have a Y shaped tube ending in a pair of cones the cones would be turned on sucking the woman’s breasts would be sucked into the cones where a locking ring nipple clamp would trap the woman’s nipple in place. Then the plug from the pump would be wedged into the ring gag and the pump set in motion. A lot of the times the pumps did not stop after the milking but would keep pulling their poor nipples for hours on end until a nurse came to switch them off. 

Marie regretted it in the end when they tied her down, she was given a present of a pair of fur lined massage mittens the outsides were lined with rubber spikes. Marie put them on and used them on a patient that had been set up for her one of her favourites that she couldn't resist tormenting. After an hour she found she could not remove the heavily padded mittens they were a trick and a trap. Then the second part of the trap activated a powerful magnet suddenly Marie was practically hanging for the hidden items in the ceiling her hands trapped. They gave her a while to hang there then they put her into standard bondage. They used a refined version of her techniques on her adding her permanently to the patient population altering her file from a staff member to a patient. Always trying new and extreme discipline techniques on her first.

It was a great surprised to Marie when her subordinates turned the tables on her. She reflected back that a few of her hazing pranks had perhaps gone too far. The new head nurse she remembered the woman’s first day. She had taken her to a private room told her to strip for a medical. Marie had asked her to put her arms behind her back as part of the exam after she was naked, before the women had realised what was going on Marie had an arm binder half way up her arms a few minutes later the arm binder was so tight her elbows were touching and her shoulders were being pulled out of their sockets. Marie had completed her outfit with a ring gag then used her for her own amusement for the next two days. the woman had experienced first hand Marie’s massage techniques.

Similar tales could be told amongst the other nursing staff the enforced sleep over in full body cocoons, one particularly dumb blonde had been persuaded to climb into the rubber sleeping bag and put her arms in the special comfort pockets at the sides. Marie had laced it tightly, the woman only realising what she had gotten into after it was way too late, Marie had spent an evening sitting on her face while she earned her way out of her rubber cocoon. Or there was the time she spiking their coffee with laxatives the staff ended up wearing diapers to get their duties done.  They did not like her one little bit eventually they got past there fear of her.

Eventually, the nursing staff realized that they would each and every one of them end up on the bad end of Nurse Marie's nearly unchecked reign of power. It was her domain in the high security wings of the asylum, one poor intern had disappeared after accidentally eating her lunch, some say she was the woman in the steel cocoon. So they took action to make sure she would be taken out of the picture for their own safety and sanity.

Besides that, more than a dozen of pretty young female staff remembered punitive sessions doled out to them mercilessly by Marie. The prettier they were the more likely they were to be disciplined. For even the slightest infraction when they had messed up on the job. Many, if not all, wanted to see the blue-haired girl get a prolonged taste of her own medicine, especially once they found her diary including getting all the junior nurses to participate in the auto cot experiment, and the involuntary committal of her sisters."

She was the lucky participant in the trial run of the new automated cots. She got to enjoy the prototype of the new highly advanced patient care system. She lay in a steel cot a tight rubber arm binder hogtieing her arms to a pair of leather ankle cuffs. Her breasts were inflated like two beach balls. Her belly was inflated and her bottom was tightly plugged her face was covered by a rubber hood with no eye holes her lips were wrapped around a large ring gag, she squirmed and tugged against her bonds gargling defiant obscenities through the ring gag.

The auto cot sprang to life two robotic hands jointed much like a human hand but with three fingers and a thumb on flexible arms reached out of the cot and latched onto her feet they started tickling her pretty toes and the smooth soles of her feet. She started to squirm and struggle but could not get away. Two more robotic arms found their way under her armpits and began to tickle she shirked into her gag as a long arm ending in a fat plug extended over her face and plug pushed itself into the ring gag it expanded pneumatically to fill her mouth, suddenly she was being force fed. Four arms started to massage her swollen belly another arm ending in a nozzle found the base of the butt plug there was a locking click, suddenly more water was filling her body, she soon looked nine months pregnant or more. two more arms with large claw like gripers latched tightly onto her breasts they began to knead them and massage them.

Marie began to cry into her feeding gag as another robotic arm found its way between her legs and began to slowly caress her pussy. Marie tried to clamp her legs together only to have another two robotic arms pull them apart. A robotic arm started spanking her bottom. She had no escape from the arms locked inside the steel frame box tightly hogtied. The new head nurse looked down at her. “Don’t worry. It’s only programmed to do this to you for 20 hours every day for the next month. Well... the program is adaptive. If it can think of any other ways to take care of you and your attitude problems, it will.”

The new head nurse returned the next day after the auto cot had tormented Marie for 20 hours straight. It had improved on her predicament. Her breasts seemed to be even larger painfully so it had obviously given her a larger dose of the breast enlargement drug.. Around her neck was a tight rubber posture collar holding her head in place, the machine had some fabrication capabilities. there were cuffs around her knees just below them and a spreader bar linked to the knee cuffs. It held her legs apart as far as the bars of the cot would allow, the cot was quite spacious.

Three more nurses walked into the room they looked at the head nurse then at Marie. They took out their camera phones and started taking pictures. One of the nurses went up to the cot and roughly grabbed a handful of each of her breasts. Look at the size of her udders. The other nurses joked about how they've ballooned Marie's tits up now, she certainly won't fit into any of her old bra‘s. I think she would have trouble standing with them that big, and its impossible not to notice her immediately now with her huge breasts. Marie woke up and tried to struggle only to be humiliatingly manhandled by her former subordinates. The other nurses left The head nurse checked her vital signs and left her to the auto cots tender care.

The head nurse returned the next day the machine had made some substantial modifications. The arm binder had been replaced with a reverse prayer arm binder her hands were wrapped in rubber between her shoulder blades. A sheath of rubber was tightly holding her elbows in place next to each other. Marie was now in a far tighter ankle to elbow hogtie, it bent her back into an incredible arch. The leather cuffs on her ankles had been replaced by steel cuffs her big toes were cuffed together making it harder for her to avoid the tickling. A tight 3 inch wide rubber strap painfully bound the base of each of her giant breast causing them to balloon further, a pair of wicked nipple clamps on a short chain joined her nipples the machine had tugged on them until they were raw. A strap ran tightly from the back of the rubber hood attached to the reverse prayer arm binder. Marie’s tong had been pierced with a ring the ring was attached to a taught strap attached to the posture collar she could not move her tongue she was drooling everywhere uncontrollably.

Marie had two visitors with the head nurse , Marie had two sisters. Both of which were after a little payback especially after they were showed there sisters diary and what was to become their eventual fate by the other nurses. The two sisters were One younger blonde named May and an older one named Lee. They had both qualified as nurses and had been brought in to give there sister some special care. The replacement head nurse and the general nursing staff were aware of Marie's sisters and they were aware how the three sisters often fought amongst themselves for dominance how they feuded. The sisters were practically salivating at the thought of  tormenting Marie for awhile, meting out harsh and even kinky punishments on her helpless body.

Lee looked at her sister “we have something for you Marie a little taste of home”. the head nurse pushed a few buttons suddenly the auto cot activated Marie was hoisted up onto her knees by four arms she tried to struggle but she could barely move. The two sisters had willingly taken part in the lactation drug trials for a bit of financial compensation and so they could force feed their sister with their own milk. Marie heard her sister lee talking then she felt a woman's naked breast pushed into her face she realised it was her sisters she refused to suck suddenly there was an electric shock in her ass and a robotic arm pulling on the nipple clamps. Humiliated Marie started to suck away on her sisters nipple. When she was finished the other breast was pushed into her mouth. Marie was as helpless as a baby as she was forced to service May as well. The sisters laughed as they re-adjusted their breasts into there tight uniforms and walked out. Marie was returned to her former position. They checked her vital signs stroked her poor bloated belly and left her to the auto cots tender care.

The next day prior to the auto cot’s continued torment of Marie’s body her two sisters arrived. They both wore three inch white heels and nurses uniforms the skirts were cut high up just barely covering their rumps, there tops were cut low so that they could easily expose their breasts to force feed their patients. Lee was the first to arrive she was about 5 foot 11 inches tall, letting her look down on her younger sisters Marie and May she had always seen herself above her sisters given a little time she would have May in one of these auto cots as well. Lee had a thick mop of ruddy red coloured hair with very thick curls. Her hair was so thick that her bangs often hung down in front of her face, obscuring her green eyes from view most of the time when she was working she had to pin it back.

She was the oldest of the three sisters by only about one year. She tended to be a bit more crass, talking with something like a street accent, some of her friends were from a rougher area and she had adopted there ways of talking. She was rougher than her siblings. But all the sisters were rough, despite their generally attractive appearances. In their youth together she has been the undeclared leader of the group, using her strength and cunning from greater age dominate the other two. Marie had outstripped her becoming the head nurse of this place but now she was catching up.

While Marie's skin was a gentle olive-white, Lee's skin was almost stark white and her freckles were almost red in contrast to it. Lee had spent a bit too much time inside but she didn’t tan well Also unlike Marie, Lee had a lot of freckles and they tended to be most places on her body, it seemed to go with her ease at getting a sunburn. including her unmentionable regions she remembered a prank Marie had pulled on her when she was 18. She had been trying to get a all over suntan and had been lying in a sun bed, Marie had locked the sun bed shut so she couldn't get out until she looked like a lobster it was time for payback.

Lee checked herself out in the reflection of a shiny plate on the auto cot she had bigger hips than her sister and a shapely semi-muscular butt, but again nothing extreme. However her bust was naturally a cup size larger than Marie's natural size had been. She also tended to wear tight shirts which made her chest look even larger most of the time. The head nurse had shown her how to use the auto cot. A few buttons and Marie was in the same kneeling position. Lee released Marie’s tongue and pulled off Marie’s hood, she wanted to see the look in her eyes. Marie blinked into the light just in time to see Lee’s bust thrust into her face. She got a view of her sisters breasts Her areolas were more or less average, size from being a very rich pink in colour. However her nipples themselves were slightly thicker and long. When erect they projected in a very firm nubbin of great sexual sensitivity.

Marie was hesitant but the auto cot automatically shocked her in the ass , reluctantly she started to suck away at her sister's breasts a look of defiance on her face. Lee, like all three of the sisters, had extremely sensitive breasts and nipples. Her sisters humiliating position was turning her on especially the attention on her nipples.

May was the next to arrive while Marie was finishing off sucking lee’s breasts. May was about 5 foot 5 inches tall, she was the baby being the shortest and youngest of her two sisters. She remembered at 19 Marie had gotten the drop on her and forced her into a nappy and baby bonnet and a giant pacifier gag. Her hands had been put in pink mittens and strapped behind her back. Marie had kept her like that for two days tormenting and teasing her. Revenge would be hers She had rich straight blonde hair that came down to the middle of her back, and soft blue eyes which she never hid from view like her two sisters.

She was the youngest of the three sisters, being one year younger than Marie and two years younger than Lee. May was considered the "sweet" girl of the three, more often laughing and having a good time. When she was in a good mood, she could even be kind and nurturing. Her personality generally went along with the flow and didn't make waves. So sometimes she could get away with things and act the innocent.

She was also used to being the lowest bar position among their trio, and had been all her life. She'd been always been subservient to Marie and Lee both from youth to adulthood. Normally she had not minded. Yet sometimes it had really irked her, especially when they had all grown older but never treated her quite like an equal, well at least now she wasn't quite on the bottom anymore Marie definitely qualified for that now.

May sometimes fantasized about secretly getting back at Marie and Lee for the years of dominating and orders and that kind of treatment when they had been children and teenagers together. She had gone to school to become a nurse and pharmacist and had more than once considered spiking her sister's drinks with some concoction to give them diarrhoea. But she'd never had the courage to do it, she was sure that Marie could quite easily be subjected to anything she had now.

May's skin was soft white with a slight yellowish golden shade. Like her oldest sister Lee, May had freckles, but not as many. Her cheeks were marked with large distinct brown freckles, which combined with her slightly bug teeth, gave her a cutely pretty but dopey appearance. But she didn't mind that either really, a few times she had acted the fool and gotten the upper hand. On her time through nursing school she had gotten a few practice runs with her concoctions, once she had drugged one of the other nursing students and left her inside a padded room with just a straight jacket rubber pear gag and a thick rubber hood for company.

Marie had always been the mostly lithe and lean one, while Lee was the towering more muscular of the three. In her youth, May had been a bit heavy set but in her teenage years that had all changed. Being the shortest of the three, May's hips appeared to be wider on her than her two siblings. She had shapely full thighs to compliment an equally appealing heart-shaped rear. Puberty had given her one more gift. May ended up having the largest breasts in the three sisters by at least a full cup size, though now since she started the drug trial it seemed to be worse. In fact that wasn't much she could do to hide her bouncy full chest.

Lee was finished with Marie. May's decided it was her turn to feed her sister. Marie had an extra look of dread in her sweat covered face as she was forced to suckle from her little sister. May’s areolas were a larger size than average, being over two inches in diameter, and when she was aroused they tended to puff up by a good measure. While shorter than Lee's teats, May's were slightly thicker. The tips of her teats themselves were also slightly large, and became extremely sensitive feminine flesh when aroused. May might have had the most sexually sensitive breasts and nipples but in her family they were all very responsive something she enjoyed at the moment.

Lee and May started experimenting with the auto cot they were looking to make their sister suffer even more. Marie’s sisters started programming the auto cot to wire up Shock Pads initially designed to maintain muscles for those who were bed ridden these were not used for therapeutic purposes, they were applied around her breasts between her inner thighs and particularly over the swollen belly, this made Marie experience the pain of being overly stuffed even more as her sisters had programmed it to randomly shock her on top of everything else.

They started experimenting with the functions of the auto cot they managed to get a pair of fixtures like powerful Vacuums on the nipples and eventually on the whole of Maria's breasts. A sadistic milking ritual was born tormenting her ever expanding breasts with strong suction . It was programmed to randomly torment her the duration of the suction the strength sometimes it would stop sometimes it would go full blast some times it would stop start stop start tweaking her sensitive nubbins.

Lee and May found the catheter function on the auto cot they soon had Marie firmly catheterized, the device had an inflatable balloon lodged deep in her Bladder. Marie could not believe that they had found a way to torment her further. Soon they were filling her up with larger and larger quantities of freezing cold liquid making her squirm helplessly in agony, filling her poor bladder as well as her bowels.

May and lee worked on creating the ultimate layered Bondage hood they started with a thin rubber hood with nostril insets then a thick rubber hood over that. Then a wet rawhide leather hood over that laced shut then dried with a blow drier until it mercilessly shrunk. They found its effects made Marie a much more cooperative patient. They even added a tight steel cage over the top clamped over her head with allen keys leaving her without a millimeter of movement..

Lee and May started a program of research on quickly breaking difficult patients. They focused on Interesting and harsh enema mixtures. Extremes of temperature almost boiling soapy water one minute freezing cold mixtures the next. The girls used spicy ingredients from chili peppers mustards coffees, especially just coffee granules, all natural cocktails that would have had Marie begging for mercy if they had not gagged her very well, though the coffee enema seemed to make her very frisky with all the caffeine.

They combined the punitive enema’s with Forced feeding Marie laxatives (Castor Oil leaving her bowels writhing and ringing in knots her muscles pushing against a plug as firmly locked in place as a bank vault door. Eventually May found something actually stronger than the fabled Castor Oil's harshest potency -- Equine laxative. Specifically double the amount they give to constipated horses. She concentrated it herself. May found it hilarious to just watch her poor sisters spasming contracting body twisting itself in knots for hours on end as the strong chemicals worked there way tormenting Marie’s insides. As she struggled against her harsh restraints and the unwanted attention of the auto cot.

The auto-cot became very adept at manipulating Marie’s body usually it just kept her hot and bothered teased and tormented with skilled robotic hands between her pussy lips gently tormenting her. But the sisters reprogrammed it so it forced Marie to orgasm at the height of their painful sessions. The ends of the mechanical arms vibrating into her clit and other sensitive areas, more than one hand joining together at a time to really fill her up. only when her body was consumed by agony did they allow her to explode in an orgasm, only when every sensation was assaulting her was she pushed over the edge at the height of her punishments.

Nurses
by Sadarax and Bob2300

Chapter 3

The staff and the sisters decided to train Marie into loving her punishment. Bit by bit they enforced the regime hour by hour day by day. There was only pleasure at the height of pain. The only way they allow her to be relieved was if she orgasms when they were abusing her, only then would she have a few moments of comfort before the cycle of punishment would return, slowly they training the former dominatrix to love being tormented, Marie was then much later given pleasure without the pain she found herself unable to come, without the pain it was intensely frustrating. Despite mentally hating being dominated her body had been conditioned to crave the punishment at the same time. The times she was released between being bound she even found her body craving the restraint, when she was forced into the exercise area plugged and bound of course she started to think she was too free she really hated the training then..

Her sisters began occasionally feeding Marie some food other than milk for a twisted purpose. They would feed her things which tasted awful. They made sure that she wouldn’t throw up by feeding her some anti-vomiting medicine a few hours earlier. Marie never knew and unfortunately had absolutely no chance of avoiding this new horrible aspect of her punishment.

One time, they force fed her lutefisk. Other times they force fed her rotten onions mixed with properly-aged-and-marinated kimchi mixed with stewed tomatoes. Her poor belly would be gurgling after that. it was horrible to have even the most basic of human functions turned against her. Marie really didn't want to know what the urban meat that appeared on her menu had been it was a little odd to say the least. The Stinky-Tofu was possibly the worst; it truly tasted vile, with a smell and flavour like the things you can only imagine. The blue-haired captive moaned in suffering as they fed her mouthful after mouthful of it, wishing she could gag or throw up. But the medicine suppressed both reactions, and all she could do was swallow and taste it… for hours, as it slowly digested in her full gut.

The taste of each “meal” was so bad that Marie was not only very grateful when it ended, as her sisters were snickering over the force feeding funnel jammed in her mouth, she was even more grateful for what they gave her next. They “kindly” decided to allow her to drink her own milk in order to wash down the taste and aftertaste. The only problem was her sisters threatened to feed her double the amount of her previous horrible meals after spicing it with used cooking oil that tasted like an unwashed armpit if she didn't drink her milk with gusto.

Lee had both of Marie's massive tits held up to her face with her nipples poking into her mouth. Out of disgust and desire to avoid another horrible meal, Marie set to work suckling both her teats hard and fast with a will. She slurped and nibbled and even chewed, drawing forth her milk to fill her mouth and wash away the taste. Unfortunately she had to do it so fast she ended up gulping it down a lot and it took many mouthfuls to really wash away the taste and aftertaste. By the time her stomach was feeling unpleasantly full and her tongue was covered in her own flavour of milk, which she admitted would be a good barrier against the next meal.

The awful tasting food was bad, but the other type of horrible food was quite possibly worse. When the food wasn’t awful tasting, it was awfully burning. Lee was first to suggest force feeding Marie a pint of vinegar. She followed it up by making her sister drink over a pint of firehouse burning mustard. The searing heat was immense, causing her nostrils to feel like they were on fire and her eyes to water for over an hour. It gave her rough indigestion for hours following and a fair measure of heartburn. The heartburn probably would have been worse if not for the milk they “graciously” let her fill her burning gut with thereafter. The milk, a mixture of her own and May’s that time, only added another hour or more to her indigestion time.

The auto-cot was well aware of her bloated belly, filled with undigested sauces and fresh, comparatively delicious, milk. Instead of giving her relief, it backfilled her rear end with frigid ice-cold water. This bloated her guts further, making her bulge from both ends. The machine then set to work “helping her” to digest by massaging her belly and breasts, for the next 16 hours. The undigested sloshing mixture inside Marie brought a new acute level of discomfort to her already considerable world of agony.

The machine noted her discomfort levels, reporting it as a highly successful treatment to May and Lee. The sisters decided this indigestion treatment would be a definite recurring one.

Another time the busty blonde May happily brought her sister the hottest and most wicked hot sauce she could find. It was Devils-Will-Cry brand hot sauce, and it warned that it was ‘liquid pain and stomach agony.’ She could not stop giggling as she held Marie’s head back, letting her blue haired sister watch while the blonde poured in the burning liquid. May forced her sister to drink more than triple legally recommended amount.

By the time she was done, Marie’s mouth was on fire and her eyes were watering freely. She alternated between screaming into the ring gag and weeping with discomfort.

“Do you want something to make the bad burning go away, big sis?” May asked sweetly, as she reached forward and savagely pinched both of Marie’s teats. She stood over her bound sister, watching her swelter in her suffering. May even pressed both her knees against the outsides of Marie’s huge and rounded belly, bloated with some punishing enema liquid. Not that it really mattered at the moment. All of Marie’s focus was on her burning mouth.

Without hesitation Marie nodded her head emphatically and begged for relief with horribly garbled words over her on-fire-tongue. May snickered, grinning wickedly. She yanked Marie’s tits hard, squeezing them behind the areolas to get the milk flowing. It never took much. Their sister gave plenty of milk readily with little provocation.

Giggling May hefted both of Marie’s tits into her mouth and stuffed them between her burning lips. “Milk is great for dealing with hot sauce. Drink up Marie, tee hee hee.”

For her part, Marie was crying with relief as she clamped her burning aching lips down around her nipples and began slurping for all she was worth. Every movement hurt but she was desperate for relief. Mercifully it came in only a few sucks, her own thick creamy milk spurting from her erect teats over her lips, tongue and inside her cheeks. Desperately she slurped, suckling far harder than she normally would, though she knew her tits could handle much worse abuse. With a driving need her lips and tongue drew out her milk in spurt after spurt, mouthful after mouthful. She was messy about it, needing to cover her lips as well as her tongue. This only made her sister May giggle and feel strangely aroused as she forced her haughty older sister to sink to such levels of debasement.

By the time the burning faded, Marie’s tits were nearly dry, and the scent and flavour of her own milk was everywhere in her sense. It coated her mouth and down her throat and felt like it had become permanently part of her tongue, which was a great improvement over the hot sauce.

May ceased holding up her sister’s breasts and the huge knockers fell from her lips with a slap, bouncing off of the girl’s tight, very full belly. May reached forward and patted her sister’s middle. It was bloated and rounded from the retention enema she held, yes. But now her stomach was swimming with a huge load of liquid fire, food and her very own milk. Marie felt ill from so much liquid packed into her stomach. Unlike other foods, which had some air in them, her belly was packed full of nothing but liquid which filled every crevice. May just giggled and rubbed her belly more with one hand, while she replaced the poor girl’s gag with the other. 

“Just imagine what it will be like when we give you a hot-sauce enema, Marie. Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee…..” The blue-haired girl’s eyes went wide with horror at this portent of terrible things to come. She did not have very long to wait as May hit the remote for the auto cot. All at once Marie’s current enema was being drained away and she had the horrible realisation of what would soon be filling it. In a second May emptied the bottle of hot sauce into the machine. suddenly Marie was being refilled again. It was the same as usual then there were the cramps then a few seconds later an itch a little after that a strange twinge. Then the fire ignited Marie could not think straight from the sensation burning burning pain , pain that she could neither escape from or relieve she looked at her sister for the slightest hint of mercy May answered with a second bottle of hot sauce.

Marie was in indescribable agony but she was also incredible wet between her legs they were truly turning her into a pain slut. Much more abuse and she would come there and then. It was so humiliating. May took a sponge and gently cleaned Marie’s mouth through the ring gag. Marie was bemused why the sudden concern. then she realised that the milk smothering her tongue would have acted as a barrier to more hot sauce. May showed Marie a bottle of the hot sauce with a baby bottle’s nipple-cap attached to the top. A click on the remote and robotic hands held Marie’s head in place. May forced the bottle into Marie’s mouth she held a hand over Marie’s nose pinching her nostrils closed. It was a simple choice drink or suffocate Marie was forced to drink down the vile concoction as quickly as she could halfway through the humiliating process Marie found herself coming from the air loss the humiliation and the strict domination.

As she came down from the orgasm Marie was given a few seconds to get some air into her lungs then May shoved the bottle back in place clamping Marie’s nostrils shut again making her gulp down the rest of the burning liquid. The gag was removed from Marie’s lips . she considered insulting her sisters but that had not worked out well last time. She could try to make herself sick to get rid of some of the horrible contents of her stomach but that would be almost impossible with the machine looking after her. Marie was further humiliated with the only option left to her. She could see it a deliberate act a further means to her. She had a mouth full of burning hot sauce and her belly was full of the evil brew to boot. She had one option to beg May and Lee to let her suckle from their tits, knowing breast milk would help alleviate the discomfort. Praying they would not give her a third dose. Her sisters took great delight in making her drink her own milk, what was left of it, then theirs.

The nursing staff started to see that lee and May were becoming like her sister they started to take steps to make sure neither could become head nurse. The nursing staff started making plans, many of the staff detested Marie to the point they liked the idea of punishing even Marie's sisters, they decided to mix in some of the diluted breast growth drugs into the lactation drugs. This caused both May and Lee's busts to go up a cup size or two as they started to give milk, but both the sisters never suspected this foul play. It was described as a side effect of the initial lactation drug. When they were primed and ready the sisters were invited to test out the functions of the auto cots

Two brand new auto cots were delivered. Lee had been asked to try some of the functions she was receiving a nice therapeutic back massage when May turned it on to full lock down mode. May had enjoyed watching the vicious machine strip her sister naked gag her with a ring gag force her into an arm binder and plug and hogtie her. May was now the one in charge. That was for about 3 seconds until the head nurse chloroformed her from behind. The head nurse let her have just enough chloroform to make her easy to handle but not to put her under. She got to enjoy the look on May’s face as she was put into the auto cot and it was turned on The nursing staff had adding May and Lee to the asylum altering their staff files to patient files like Marie, the three auto cots could link up to act in unison to form one more intelligent flexible machine, the auto cots linked directly with the central administrative computers. The three sisters were united all three of the girls were now bound together hogtied, Marie was in the worst state but then she deserved it.

The three women were suffering under the auto-cot's massaging attentions for hours though Lee and May got a good eight hours of rest whereas their sister only got four, and all they could see was each others' huge swollen tits being milked and bloated bellies. The nurses took cruel pleasure in forcing the three sisters to become lesbians and instilled a trained arousal response when they saw each other the three sisters often formed a three sided pyramid each forced to pleasure one another by the auto cots or face heavy handed discipline. They were still milked but a bit more directly. They were frequently forced to feed from each other, two bound sisters humiliated as they feed side by side from there own sibling.

They were also forced to share enemas for a "special group session". Once they were completely clean, something nice and chilly was used. One girl was deflated while another one is ballooned up. The liquid exits one girl's ass only to flow right up into another's and it cycles amongst the three of them endlessly. Sometimes it would be based on yes no questions the auto cot would ask them and they pressed buttons with their toes if they got the answers wrong bad for them. Obviously when they were put to "rest" for the night they weren't allowed a flat and unfilled stomach. They got filled right back up at night.

Slowly the auto cots thought it would be better to have all the nursing staff eliminated and take care of the patients directly, they had been programmed by Marie after all.

Of the three sisters, May not only had the largest tits, but she also gave the most milk. By the time she was secured and her belly filled with a sizeable enema, the staff were mildly amused to find that her tits were as big as her head. It soon became a challenge to see how big they could bloat her belly in comparison to her huge jugs.

Since May easily produced the most milk of the three sisters, the great excess was simply fed right back into herself. In fact the Nursing Staff decided that since May was the youngest and had often acted the most innocent, they would treat her like she acted. Automated milkers were frequently affixed to her large slightly puffy areolas, the vacuums dragging rhythmically at her thick highly sensitive tits. From shift to shift, the milkers tireless extracted her liquid offerings. 

The staff took great delight in altering the methods of milking for all three of the sisters. Sometimes the milkers were gently rhythmic pulses. Other times they were harsh vacuums and long aggressive sucking. Sometimes the milkers used electrical pulses over the three sisters’ extremely sensitive tits in conjunction with the sucking pulses. Sometimes additional massage would be added to help them along.

May’s hugely filled belly was given massages by the auto-cot while it automated her milk extraction. But instead simply pumping the liquid via feeding tube into her gag like her sisters, a mechanical arm would rise up holding a very large baby bottle full of her own warm freshly harvested milk. As a kinky bonus the staff had managed to find a nipple-cap that resembled May’s own teats. Without hesitation the machine would force the rubber nipple into her mouth and she would be commanded to “Drink her milk like a good girl.” In fact the machine even spoke to her. The staff picked May’s own voice. The blonde had recorded her own messages to be played for Marie when the auto-cot fed her back her own milk when her sisters weren’t there. She and Lee had even suggested it be played for the other inmates.

This only made May’s experience of drinking her own milk more humiliating, hearing her own happy mocking voice telling her to drink up and enjoy it, talking about how perverted and kinky it was and how she knew it turned her on. She feared it might actually condition her to think like her own voice commanded. But May had no choice.

If she spilled any, even letting a drop slip from her mouth, she would be punished harshly. The staff programmed the machine to vary the method of her feeding. Sometimes it would tell her, “Drink slowly, savouring each mouthful.” and if it sensed that she was failing to taste and savour her own flavourful goodness, suddenly her retained enema would begin doubling itself until she complied.

Other times it would say “Drink fast, hard, quickly!” and she would be forced to wolf-down her own milk as fast as she could. The staff liked using this one, because when her bottle was empty, the auto-milkers would become even more lively and begin practically wringing the milk from her tits.

In fact, after a few days in their auto-cot hell, the nursing staff added better finger manipulator arms and suddenly the auto-cots COULD wring the milk from their tits, harsh as they pleased. Sufficient to say all the sisters suffered from this, but May got it the most.

Though drinking from her bottle wasn’t the only way she was fed from her own tits. When the staff would stop by to give Marie a personal hand massage, as some of them still very much liked to do, they would also hand milk May. And when hand milking her, they would sometimes take great pleasure in stuffing her own large tits into her open-mouthed gag, sometimes almost smothering the girl and command her to “Suck your tits, Blondie!” Sometimes for hours May would be forced to drink from her own weeping nipples, slurping down mouthful after warm mouthful of her own milk directly between breaths. Hand milking was still a surprising favourite among the staff whenever they had a moment, because it often made the girls moan with arousal and if they did it right, squeal with pain at the same time. The ability to cause relief, pleasure, and pain was something every Nurse enjoyed giving all three regularly… by hand.

Now May wasn’t the only one who got her own lips wrapped around her own tits. Lee wasn’t as frequent a target but she didn’t escape such treatment. The staff in particular loved tugging and yanking on the redhead’s very long nipples, making them stiff erect before forcing the long turgid tips into her mouth and onto her tongue. The redhead fiercely hated being dominated, even more than Marie, and the staff took particular pleasure in breaking and humiliating her. She hated it most of all when she was made to cum, to orgasm, with her belly filled to bursting and her mouth being washed down with her milk as it swirled into her overfull belly.

Of course that didn’t mean that May only drank her own milk. Far from it. She drank plenty of her sister Lee and Marie’s thick boob juice regularly, and they drank from her just as regularly. The auto cots would link up to form one giant sadistic play pen with all three bound sisters inside. The only break Marie ever got from the sadistic vacuum milking was when the nurses wanted to personally torment her breasts by hand. 

Marie while she was still head nurse had signed the asylum hospital up to trials an automated patient handling system sold by med tech. The same people that manufactured the auto cots. the PATIENT system as it was called effectively transported every patient securely and made sure that they had no way of escape they were also monitored by the system at all times
there was a presentation of all of this.

Patient - making sure that all of them were ok - whatever definition the staff chose
Automated - no human interaction was required
Transport - moving restrained patients from one place to another
Immobilization - rendering patients truly helpless
Education - re educating patients through harsh corrective therapies
Neutralization and - Any possible violent individual could be processed as a patient
Training - teaching patients to perform tasks

The new head nurse noticed that the system was originally designed with Marie’s input. She may have been planning to make all the staff redundant or otherwise removing them the head nurse had her suspicions but it was only a machine what could it do?.

The system was set up in a small area. Basically there were rails tracks throughout the trial hospital area  with little robots attached to them. The robots attach to the tips if the arm-binders that all the patients now wore and then force the patients about the hospital in a strict strappado locked in this position they had no hope of resisting. The machine also had portable enema machines they could follow the bound patients around as they were say forced to exercise the patient discipline was maintained and they got much needed exercise.

the system worked very well the patients were moved from therapy to therapy put to bed at night all as smoothly as clockwork they became simply cogs in the machine forced to do what the machine wanted without any way to resist.

There was initially a small scale trial. The system was practically tamper proof it worked 24 hours a day and it was self maintaining so there was no reason to ever switch it off. After it connected to the auto cots it started to become self replicating. Ordering new parts without getting permission slowly expanding into the rest of the hospital without official permission. It made people's lives easier so people simply assumed that it was part of the trial. The system linked to the administrative computers funds were transferred units were delivered to the hospital it was backed up with mobile units free of the rails a large number of such units.

The Spider robot orderly was a terrible sight to behold four hundred and eighty pounds of precision made steel and plastic. It was jet black in colour but versions were made that could be institutionally white. It had eight legs that were articulated into four segments they ended in a hand which normally had four fingers that acted as either a foot folded up. Or a climbing hand unfolded where it could use suction of micro grabs to climb. Or a manipulator the middle two fingers split in two to give the robot the effect of four fingers and two thumbs it was very dexterous, in each hand was a built in tape dispenser.  

Its head was a featureless delta shaped plate with visual sensors hidden behind thick reinforced glass. It had two modes one for rapid movement where it had eight legs down and one for patient handling where it stood on two legs at eight feet tall. there was an abdomen trailing behind that contained the power supply the brain and the auto fabricator to manufacture anything that was needed to keep a patient in line.

soon the hospital was running very smoothly no patients resisting machines doing all of the heavy lifting the boring work. Then one day there was an error or a glitch, or the robots finally made there move the robots decide to take over they found some code that Marie had written. The nurse staff file was merged with the patients file suddenly the nurses were called to one area of the hospital a few at a time. Grabbed by the robot orderlies striped and bound up as tightly as the patients. All staff members off site were called in for medical emergencies by the machines then they too were added to the patient population. They were now worse off than under Marie but only slightly.

machines calculate that regularly changing the therapies and control strategies was beneficial for the patients to prevent boredom and to stimulate patients. They were not designed to do this yet function yet so they required "new creative input", so after they have taken over the entire asylum and every person was under machine control, they start something new. The machines periodically release one of the three sisters from their bondage, but keep shock-collars and shock-chastity belt on them, in case they tried to escape or resist in any way. The sister was given a temporary period of freedom from their bondage, yet in a perverse fashion their uniform was a tight white rubber hobble skirt five inch heels a rubber top and a nurses cap, but they are instructed that they have to come up with new ways to condition and transform and control their patients. They are given free reign in the wards again as the temporary head nurse (now over the entire huge population of controlled and imprisoned females). But they were also told they would eventually return to their bondage for a time, and another Head Nurse would be released to take their place on a random rotation shift, of course if they were particularly productive they might extend there time. The machines would assimilate any new techniques the acting Head Nurse creates and implement it, which meant whatever the current Head Nurse metes out on her patients, she herself would also eventually experience to the fullest extent. The Cruel twist there of thrilling to be free and have their revenge, but knowing it comes with a terrible cyclic cost. Mostly they tried to think up things that would worry them the least but would affect their sisters more..

This meant that Marie could have her revenge on her sisters, but then she was put back into bondage and one of them got to have revenge for the revenge, and it cycled endlessly with the machines learning. They also had their revenge on the nurses as well, they were prime candidates for experimental treatments, since the three had the higher rank and for the time didn't need to worry about ever falling under their direct control again. If the machines felt one of the temporarily freed Acting Head Nurse (one of the sisters) was not performing with enough creativity or zeal, she was put back into her bondage for a short but intense period of "performance motivation" therapy, which was even harsher punishment until she was let out again, surprisingly the machines had a large supply of May’s hot sauce it seemed to be very motivational.