Nursing in the Family (Wife's Second Initiation) by George

Beth decided that it would be best if she tried to keep out of arms way for the rest of her time in nursing. Sophie had clued her in on a few things. Beth's reaction was well curious. She said that the silliness would soon stop once there was a new lot of victims. Well at least she felt that it would stop for her and her friend. Also she felt that it was her God given duty to raise above and set an example for the weaker nurses to follow and put a end to this nonsense. Do you see what I mean about her just being irritating without trying but always seeming some how right, which just makes the irritation worse.

There'd been a few minor incidents in the week before her seconded initiation but Beth had always managed to get away or some how avoid the trap. Poor Sophie had been caught one lunch time and nearly drowned in one of the large ward bath's. She'd been stripped to her underwear and nylon's then had to redress still dripping wet. This made the whole episode extra horrible. Dunked in freezing water, with cotton and nylon garments now sticking, then having to struggle back into uniform before having to struggle out of everything again, not to mention the walk back to the changing rooms with everything ghostly revealed and rubbing of parts which should not be rubbed. Well not by wet cotton, nylon and lining.

Beth had been whispered. This was where a colleague would creep up on you and whisper in your ear what they intended to do to you. Whispering would occur when you where in the middle of some procedure or task, the whispering would cause you to lose concentration and attract attention to yourself and if unlucky sister's displeasure. Beth did not like the whispering.

One aspect of the whispering that was alarming her most was the phrases, "We're going to make you the talk of the town? "You're going to be the next picture show at the Odeon?", "You'll be a picture?". Beth's imagination filled in the gaps and tortured her far more mercilessly than the other girls.

Well one early evening just as the day shift was going off Beth gets called by a sister to pop some towels down to staff. Now sister had ran Beth ragged all day long. So Beth was just plain exhausted and not at all thinking straight. She walked into the bathroom and was a full three or four strides in when her stomach shrank and she felt her soul bolt for the door and make it. It was just a pity that her body wasn't that fast.

The assembled group of nurses devoured her in less time than it took me to write this. The group of nurses devoured her?. Oh, okay I jest a bit. Beth was knocked to the floor using the leg sweep routine and pinned firmly in place.

"Right you. Very cold bath than we're going to make you the toast of the Toon?", it was the third year from Sophie's unit who wasn't one of the nurses on Beth's ward. In fact Beth could not see any nurses from her ward. This was alarming, they had given her to the other nurses. Beth had asked why but she soon got the answer. "Well it seems that your sister's have deserted you. Perhaps you should have been more courteous and humble. Perhaps when we've finished stripping you and humiliating you, you might think twice about your attitude." The third year said.

"Hey they want you to be made into a picture for the world to see" another one said.

"Right let's slow strip her and make it really enjoyable for Elizabeth" another nurse said.

"Thank you" said a dark haired nurse who came to be one of Beth's nemeses. She was one of the lesbians. The other's laughed at the joke.

It took them about twenty minutes to strip Beth. They first removed her shoes, safety, stop her kicking out not that Beth could move anything. Her belt, then cap, then muffs, then anything in her pocket, then her fob and name badge. Piece by piece with a good bit of teasing between removals.

"Where shall we tie her up?" one said. "I thought they wanted it to be the far gate near the football ground?" another answered.

"Was she to be shaven?" another said.

Far to many taunts to remember them all. Then they unzipped her dress and then with some expertise removed her bra and slip straps before pulling both down to her waist. They where then able to remove them before turning their attention to the stockings and supports before the knickers where disposed of too. Now Beth just lay there in her white linen dress. One nurse now took her time to fill the bath. Normally these would be filled prior to the victim being captured. It was along agonising wait.

The nurses' took turns at lifting up Beth's dress to reveal her bush and pussy due to her legs being spread open. This wasn't the cruellest part. They where playing a game where Elizabeth the lesbian had to guess when the dress was up and legs spread then turn around quickly to catch sight before the others pulled the dress down and released their grip slightly so Beth could pull her legs closed. This game was only made worse when after a few rounds they pulled her dress down at the top to reveal her ample bosoms.

Eventually the bath taps where turned off and the sound of running water came to a halt. "Right then get her in that freezing water and make sure it hits all the vitals" the other third year said. Beth was hoisted off the floor and carried over to the bath just before they put her in the third year from Sophie's unit said, "Take a deep breath" but Beth took to long to process the instruction and ended up coughing and spluttering under water as every bit of her was submerged. Even if she had processed the instruction quick enough I doubt she says that it would have made any difference. The water was so cold it took her breath away and very quickly burned her body. She was held under for some time, time enough to start panicking and thinking they really where intent on drowning her.

They let her head up but held the rest of her under. They pulled open her legs which did genuinely make Beth refreeze at the now direct touch of the water. Within seconds Beth was freezing. She was shivering and teeth chattering. Panting began shortly after that and she could feel her chest tighten and feel sore and sniff when she tried to breath. The cold chill forced its way into her lungs and burnt her.

The nurses released her and Beth tried to stand but the cold had so quickly zapped her muscles strength, power, and coordination. She struggled as they all laughed at her. Eventually she managed to get up on her feet only to be grabbed again and have her arms pulled away from shielding her.

"Look at you?" said Elizabeth and Beth looked down. The dress was all but invisible. Her pink nipples now like doorstops poked through the temporal flux of the dress revealing themselves fully. Her black bush bristled against the linen which appeared to some how have turned into a net. If she could have seen her bum which everyone else could she would have realised that it had turned into a kind of cherry frosting cake. Very edible according to Elizabeth, "Oh Beth I could eat your buns" she said. Everyone except poor Beth laughed.

"Well you are certainly going to be the talk of the Toon going home like that". Beth now panicked realising that they had at some point spirited away all her undergarments and accessories including the key to her onward locker so she was going to have too, (her terrible thought was interrupted by even a more terrible thought they had that key too) walk across the grounds like that or take a very long way home.

"And there's the picture" the third year said. Beth looked momentarily puzzled "On your face. That's why we call it the picture shot" the other third year said and with that they just stream off leaving Beth in effect nude and decidedly hypothermic.

Beth trail was not over. She stood there shivering and knowing from lectures that she only had a few minutes to get to a safe dry warm place and get re-warmed in a hot bath before she would be very ill. There's appoint where your body, despite being out of the cold water still continues to get cold, Beth was at this point. Her muscles felt as if they had been pound with ten thousand hockey sticks. (That's a bit of an exaggerations George it was only nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine dear).

Beth got out of the bath and began to think, not something easily done when hypothermic in heavy wet linen. She was try to figure out the safest way home. The first two difficulties where posed by the ward. The quickest way off the ward was down the near by back stairs. But it was now tea time she could hear the trolleys. This would mean that patients mainly old men would be being brought down to the dinning room. The open door of which she would have to cross to reach the stairs. She figured that she could walk face into the wall which would conceal her front and she could then use her hands to cover her bottom. But then she'd have to turn to go though the door which was to the side of the short jutting wall. Beth took a deep Beth and slowly opened the door and peered out into the corridor. All clear. She stepped out and started edging towards the door of relative safety passing the doorway of revealing truth, she hoped not.

Beth was lucky the old men and other nurses seemed to engrossed in feeding to notice her cherry frosting passing by so closely. She was especially grateful for this because the journey was already not going to plan and the three or four second dash had turned into a agonizing tip toeing of about 10 seconds. Her bare frozen feet on the hard surface of the floor was sending steel bars of burning pain up her legs from her heels.

In the stairwell she was not safe. Feeding time at the zoo meant that one hideous creature would be larking around every corner for the sweet naive naked damsel. The dreaded PORTER. Beth tried her hardest not to make a sound but it was impossible. Firstly, she was trying to move as fast as her body would allow which meant their was the pitter patter of feet. Each accompanied by a soft moan of pain and a sharp exaggerated breath. Their was the strange continuous tearing sound of linen and skin being forcible parted with the slightly courser moan of discomfort. The rubbing was tearing her nipples from her breasts.

She managed to make it to ground level only to be faced with yet another terrifying thought. How was she going to get to the back door. The back door was the safe place to start her outside journey from. From their she could shield herself from view using natural cover. She would only have to come out from cover for the last 50 yard dash across the lawn to her units front door. She hoped some one would quickly answer her buzzer.

This safer route came at a price she'd have to walk up the lower corridor passed two ward exit doors. The other way got her outside quicker but she then had a 150 yard dash down the side drive a turn and then 75 yards to the front door of her unit. The hundred yard dash would be in full view of every ward window in that part of the hospital, plenty of porters toing and throwing, and visitors coming and going.

She pulled open the door and peered out. Well the corridor was empty now. Beth took a courageous decision. She now says when faced with a streak forced or otherwise you should just do it. Don't hesitate, hesitation leads to trouble. There you are deciding on the optimal time and all the while your doom is walking closure to you. Beth ran for it holding her dress at the front as close as possible. She had not got the muscle strength or finger dexterity to fasten the rear zip. Her bottom would just have to take the potential risk of serving itself up to a porter or two.

She managed the door but paused. She paused because one push and she'd be outside. It was too thick to hear anything from the outside world. The outside noise echoed in from the front door masking any minute sound that might have been perceptible if you stayed their studying for a life time. She did not have a life time. Her legs where excruciating and she was feeling faint and unwell she needed to get home.

She pushed and was out into the fading early evening light of late April. She crossed to be behind the bushes and made her way painfully down the side of the technical services block. This time of night it would be closed and the duty man would be over in the porters? lodge if not out on a call. It took some time in her state to make her way to the end. She now turned left and hobbled along its longer side. At the end she had to cross the path that ran been the two privet hedges. She had to force her way through the other to walk down to the end of the new building to her right the back of theatres.

One last danger spot now loomed. It was the back door to the kitchens. The kitchens where in a building by themselves. They where surround on three sides by open drives. The rear side had a privet edge but a back door for staff to come and go. It was a solid wood door so posed the reverse problem to earlier. Beth could not tell if someone was about to come out. Be brave she thought nearly home. She just passed the door when it began to open and she began to hear noise from inside coming out seeking naked student nurses. (I remind readers that I had my dress on!). Beth says in these situation never look back, it waste valuable seconds to safety and besides you end up tripping over. She didn't bother to look back so does not know to this day what the scream she heard was caused by.

Now there was just one goal the corner of the building she was running down the side of. That corner was the point from which she could launch her heroic charge across the lawn to safety. Well it was more like a hobble which seemed never ending but it took nerves. Well okay, it was just one of those things you had to do so nerves does not really come into it.

And besides the audience waiting for her appreciated her little streak!