Abigail in Trouble Ch. 06: Hospital Nurse, Work Experience

After her encounter in the college gym, Abigail managed to get her auxiliary nurse placement changed to the local private hospital. Although she wasn't qualified clinical staff and so wouldn't be carrying out any medical procedures, they needed the help around a couple of the wards and so gratefully accepted her assignment.

Fortunately her uniform was the same as the college's: crisp white tunic dress, tucked in waist (plastic belt), thigh length skirt, white cap and tights. Abigail didn't have any white tights, so she put on stockings instead. She figured that the effect was the same as for tights, so what was the problem. Also, she knew that hospitals got very warm and so thought the stockings would be cooler.

Another problem she had was with her white bra: her last one had gone somewhat misshapen in the gym incident and so she either needed another one or an alternative that she already had. Given the lack of time, she went for the alternative, her white lace basque. This incorporated garter straps to hold her stockings up. Her matching panties went with the basque.

Because her underwear was concealed by the uniform, she didn't have a problem complying with the dress code. She wore her pair of flat soled white slip-ons to complete the uniform. When Abigail got dressed at home, the effect was stunning. Her narrow waist made the skirt flare out, and her large breasts gave the top some real shape. Her nylon clad legs looked great and altogether she looked gorgeous, although she didn't realise herself.

On the first day, she walked to the hospital where she was given an induction and shown some training videos by the hospital personnel manager, then shown to her ward. The supervising staff and other nurses were very friendly and showed her what to do. There were not many patients, but enough things to do to keep her busy.

Soon she started enjoying her work, fetching and carrying, making beds, helping with serving food, assisting the doctors and other nurses with their clinical tasks. The ward was arranged with a central hub where the nurses' station was, with wards and corridors branching off from the centre. Porters and doctors came through on their rounds.

The new, pretty young nurse drew some of the male staff's attention, but nothing untoward. Her trouble started when a young man, a porter came through, wheeling a patient back to their bed. On the way out, he paused at the nurses' station to check her out as she went about her duties. As she bent down to pick something up, he caught a glimpse up the back of her legs, where her short skirt raised up a bit, and admired her shapely bottom as it stuck out. He grinned to himself and wandered off with a plan in mind.

Little did she know that he was a member of a group of four close friends, all young men who worked at the hospital, who called themselves the Jackals. Out of sight of the ward, he group-texted the three others and told them to check out the new nurse on that ward.

During the rest of the of the day, the ward was visited by three young men with slightly spurious excuses.

The first was dressed as a junior doctor and was making an impromptu call to check up on the hygiene standards in the ward. He assured the duty sister that it was completely routine, while he snooped around looking for his victim. He spotted Abigail in the end of one of the wards, making up one of the beds. While he pretended to stoop down to inspect the cleanliness of the floor, he was actually checking her out, especially when she leant forward to pull the sheet over the bed. He glanced up her lovely legs and liked what he saw. He also approved of her full figure. He made his excuses and left.

The second visitor was from personnel and was apparently just "doing a routine check on the new recruit." He took her aside for a chat about how she was settling in and whether she had been adequately briefed of her tasks. While they chatted, he checked out her body, especially noting the lovely swell of her full breasts and the glimpses of her lace bra down the front of her uniform. After the chat, he left.

The third visitor was from supplies just before the shift changed at the end of the day. Abigail was due to leave soon but he came onto the ward wanting to do a quick inventory of the private rooms. Since the other staff were predictably busy briefing the next shift, Abigail was left to show him along the private rooms corridor. He watched her lovely arse sway gently as she led him down the corridor.

When they came to the furthest room, she stopped to let him in, but he politely indicated "her to lead the way and held the door open for her. The room was used to house private clients or patients that needed to be kept separate or quarantined from other patients. She knew this one was empty.

Normally the curtain screens around the bed were drawn back, especially when the room was empty, and she wondered why they were currently left out in this room. As she walked through and the door clicked shut behind them, she found out why.

Suddenly two shapes emerged from behind the curtains and grabbed her arms. She squealed in surprise and the man behind her came up close to her.

She cried out a protest but then felt an object being pushed into her mouth. The guy behind her had inserted a penis gag into her lovely soft mouth. He pushed it in all the way and drew the strap around the back of her head and tightened it. It filled her mouth and held her tongue down, reducing her protests to gurgles and squeaks.

Then the three of them moved her further into the room, holding her arms tightly. A fourth man swept the screening curtain away to reveal a heavy hospital trolley bed with the sides dropped down. The four of them manhandled her over to the trolley and, lifting her up by grabbing a limb each, managed to get her up onto the trolley and lay her down on her back. She struggled against them, but they were all too strong for her.

They had placed a large soft pillow lengthways in the middle which lifted her torso, arching her back and lifting her breasts and bottom up slightly. They pinned her down with her arms down her sides. She tossed her head from side to side, straining against them and pleading to them through the gag to release her, all to no avail.

They fed a leather strap over each wrist, then back through slots in the top of the padded trolley table. When these were tightened and secured from below, it left her wrists completely trapped. They did the same with her ankles, strapping them down firmly to the padded top.

Another strap went over her chest, just below her shoulders holding her upper torso down firmly. Yet another went tightly around her waist, securing her down. More straps went over her arms just above the elbows and over her legs just above the knees. She was now strapped very tightly to the top of the trolley bed, completely immobile and helpless. All she could do was move her head and whimper behind the gag.

She lay there, breathing deeply, making little mewling noises from behind the gag as she tugged on her restraints which didn't budge. The four young men circled around her slowly like a pack of, well jackals, rubbing themselves through their trousers and ogling her lovely young body as she lay helplessly tied down.

Her chest heaved up and down, making her swelling breasts thrust up against the uniform, and giving a reasonable view down her neckline to her cleavage from above. Her skirt was slightly flared from her narrow hips, and because of the angle imposed by the pillow, lifted slightly at the front. They could see the deep lace stocking tops just under the hem of her tunic skirt.

After a while they decided to move her to somewhere more private. They covered her prone body in a large white sheet from neck to toe. Then they raised up the sides of the bed, locking them into position. One of them removed her nurse's cap and undid her lovely wavy brown hair. He let it fall around her head. Now the fact that she was a nurse was hidden under the sheet.

They drew the oxygen mask out from under the trolley and fitted it over her face, holding it and her head still. This largely hid the presence of the gag. They hung a bottle of gas under the trolley and gently fed her a special concoction of gas which relaxed her muscles, but heightened her sensitivity.

Then, after a lookout had given the all-clear, they pushed her out of the room and down to the far end of the corridor, where a back door led into the quiet accommodation end of the hospital. This wing was used for private accommodation while patients were recovering after operations. There was not much traffic, and the porter directed them to a vacant suite.

After unlocking the door, he ushered them inside and then relocked the heavy door again, ensuring total privacy for what they planned to do with Abigail. She was still whimpering and mewling softly from behind the mask, totally unable to move.

Once they had positioned the trolley bed in the middle of the main room, they drew off the sheet, revealing her luscious body again. They slipped her shoes off her feet and undid the straps over her shoulders and waist, taking them off. The gas was still being fed to her and she meekly tried to raise herself up off the surface, but quickly gave up.

After a few more minutes they were satisfied that she had breathed in enough gas, so they turned it off and removed the mask.

Then four pairs of large, soft hands started caressing her body. She felt two on each foot and two on each wrist. The hands all moved up and down the exposed soft skin of her arms and the sheer nylon material of her stocking-clad legs, stroking her gently.

It was in their interest to relax her as much as possible. They stroked up her pinned arms. Her soft skin trembled under their touch. They slid their fingers up under the short sleeves of the tunic dress, reaching up to her shoulders.

The leg strokers stroked up and down her lovely smooth legs, sliding up her trembling thighs and squeezing the pliant flesh through the sheer nylon. Their fingers slid up under the hem of her skirt. She was powerless to stop them.

One of the arm strokers moved his hands across over her chest and she squealed as his large palms came down gently over her breasts and gently squeezed them through the tunic. He could feel her heave under his palms. His friend on the other side wanted some of that, so they took a breast each and held them firmly in their warm hands, feeling the soft flesh tremble in their palms.

Then the first one started un-buttoning her tunic. He parted the material down the front as he unbuttoned it down to the belt at her waist. White frilly lace was revealed and they tugged the tunic to the side, lifting it off her breasts. They whistled in delight as they revealed her white lacy basque, cupping her large 32D breasts nice and tight, with her soft nipples visible through the delicate material. The round shapes heaved up towards the ceiling with each breath as they gazed down at her.

They slipped her tunic dress off her shoulders, pushing it down her sides to the straps above her elbows. Their hands returned to her wonderful breasts, moulding, squeezing and squashing them firmly in their grasp. They squeezed the lovely shapes into peaks, then rubbed their thumbs over her nipples, making her gasp sharply. Her nipples however responded by stiffening and swelling and throbbing under their fondling.

Meanwhile the leg-men were enjoying stroking her long legs. They stroked higher up under the skirt, reaching the deep lace of her stocking tops and stroking sideways along this wide lace band. Their hands rucked up the skirt further, and explored the soft skin of her thighs above the stockings, nudging the garter straps from side to side as they stroked her legs.

They squeezed her exposed thighs in their hands, trying to delve between her legs at the even softer flesh there. Their outside hands slid up her hips, pushing the skirt higher and exposing more skin. Her soft white lace panties appeared between her legs as the skirt was rucked higher. They could see the soft shape of her slit through the thin satin lace.

Then they all decided that she was wearing too much. Withdrawing their hands from her breasts and legs, they took off her belt and undid the remaining buttons of her tunic, tugging it to the side, exposing her body in its sexy white lace lingerie. She writhed and squirmed weakly in her bonds as they ogled her. They decided to remove the tunic completely so they unstrapped each arm in turn and holding her firmly, fed each through the sleeves of her tunic. Then they tugged it out from under her, before strapping her arms back down tightly to the bed top again.

She looked lovely and helpless in her sexy white lace lingerie, heaving and squirming meekly and mewling slightly into the gag, totally immobile.

Next they unstrapped one of her legs. They tugged it to the side and bent her knee. They placed her calf along the edge of the bed, parallel to the side, so that her thigh was spread open to the side. They firmly strapped her lower leg to the side bars using a strap just below her knee and another around her ankle.

After tightening these straps, they repeated the exercise for the other leg until both her thighs were spread open and the flimsy strip of panty lace over her pudenda was struggling to cover her.

The leg men chuckled and returned to stroke her thighs. This time they could easily stroke the ultrasoft flesh of her inner thighs above the stocking tops, which they did gently, moving tantalisingly close to the thin strip of material covering her pussy. They could feel her body tremble as they stroked closer and closer to her panties.

The two others returned to her breasts, squeezing them into peaks and allowing their thumbs to tease her nipples firmly. Then they glanced at each other and grinned and bent forward. She closed her eyes and whimpered as she felt two warm mouths close over the peaks of her sensitive breasts, closing around her swollen nipples. She gasped behind the gag as they started suckling and squeezing her erect nipples between their lips, through the lacy cups of the basque.

Meanwhile, as they stroked her inner thighs the leg men brushed the sides of their hands against her panties between her legs. She jumped slightly as she felt contact against the edge of her pussy. One of them turned his hand and placed it fairly and squarely over her pussy and pressed down. She squealed and squirmed as she felt the hand pressing into her slit through her delicate panties, but she was completely vulnerable to them.

He started rubbing his hand up and down her panties, pressing into her spread pussy, parting the lips and rubbing the sheer material into her slit which moistened quickly. He ran a finger lightly through the middle of her groove, brushing the satin into the sensitive flesh between her slightly spread pussy lips, running up to her clit and making her jolt in pleasure.

He applied firmer pressure with his fingers, pressing into her, his nails scraping along the outside of her panties, making her judder at the sensation. He located her clit with his other hand and teased that proud of its hood and tweaked it gently from side to side as his first hand swept up and down her dampening pussy.

He delved his fingers deeper, pushing the tight sheer material of her panties in between her lips, exposing her sensitive flesh to each side. Her spread pussy got wetter and wetter, soaking the flimsy panties.

His friend got bored of waiting and went around to stand at her head. As she mewled under the other men's sensual assault on her young body, he unstrapped the gag and gently eased it out of her stretched mouth. She was about to protest against what they were doing to her when he leant down and clamped his mouth sideways over hers in a firm kiss. She gasped under his lips as he held her head firmly and snogged her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and battled hers into submission. He drank the youthful taste from her soft mouth as he kissed her deeply.

The man rubbing her pussy wanted to change the angle so he went around to the foot of the trolley bed. He climbed up onto it and settled himself lying forward between her spread thighs. He touched her thighs with his palms, then his fingertips gently stroked her pussy. He leant forward so that his face was close to her pussy.

Then his lips made contact. Her eyes opened in surprise as she felt his warm lips kiss through her panties. He kissed her panties over the shape of her pussy, gently working up and down the softness. He pulled the material tight as he kissed her there, then started running his tongue up and down her warm slit. He firmly licked up and down her slit through the slick material, pressing into her gash and swirling firmly around her clit each time, making her jolt.

She squirmed and moaned under the multiple assaults on her lips, breasts and pussy.

The two men molesting her breasts wanted better contact, so they peeled down the full cups of her lacy basque, allowing her ripe breasts to spill out, exposed. They gazed at the lovely swelling orbs before greedily returning their hands to hold, mould and caress the very soft shapes. She squealed anew as they drew her nipples into peaks with their fingers.

Then their strong wet lips closed over the erect nubs and suckled them firmly into their mouths so that their warm wet tongues could lash firmly over the tips, swirling and teasing them into extended throbbing buttons, sending tweaks of pleasure straight down to her pussy.

The man snogging her had been fiddling below her line of sight while he held her face with one hand and kissed her deeply. He lifted his mouth from her lips and she thought he was giving her some respite until his long, naked penis swung into view. She groaned as he held her head steady and rubbed his rock hard dick over her face and lips. He sawed the hot fleshy pole back and forth across her wet lips, rubbing and nudging at her mouth.

Then he held her head to the side towards him, prised her jaw open and pushed the head of his dick in between her lips. She tried to move her head away, but he held her firmly and slid his tool onto her tongue, forcing her warm mouth to engulf him and forcing her wet tongue against the side of his large cock. He threatened to hold her nose and cut off her air supply so she was forced to take his cock deeper into her mouth.

The pussy licker was getting keener. He tugged the flimsy white satin to one side and his finger slipped up and down her lovely open crack. She shivered deeply as his tongue then flicked out to taste her. He slurped all the way up her slit from the bottom past her little opening and up to her sensitive clit. She bucked and moaned as she felt him lick her clit.

His hands reached up to her hips and found the little bows on the sides of her panties. He tugged at the loose ends which released her panties and he drew them down and off her. Her spread pussy was now defenceless. His thumbs spread her nether lips apart, exposing her clit and the little hole of her vagina and his tongue pressed down and firmly and wetly licked all over her inner lips, slurping her juice and rubbing her sensitive flesh.

She writhed in her strict bondage as she tried to escape the wonderful feelings rising within her, centred around her breasts and pussy. As he licked her, a thick finger slid into her tight hole. He wormed it into her, curling it to rub up against her G-spot. Then he explored her insides, working his finger around the walls of her tunnel as he licked her pussy lips, occasionally flicking the flat of his tongue across her clit.

The head man slipped out of her mouth and she gasped for air. He stood at the head of the bed and tilted her head right back. Her mouth naturally opened in little whimpers from the assault on her breasts and more importantly her pussy, and she gasped in air. He took advantage of her vulnerability and slid his dick between her lips and into her mouth again. She was pinned down and helpless as he slid through her mouth and along her warm wet tongue.