Ward 4D

“Okay, y’a I’ll try to control my temper. He better be cute though.” Katrina replied. “Nurse Tiff and I both saw him earlier, he’s a real catch what with wavy black hair and dreamy deep brown eyes.” Katrina’s eye got wide. “Y’a, bring him in” Then when Nurse Beatrice and Tiff were about to leave Katrina said a strange thing under her breath. “God, imagine this. The crazy people doctoring the crazy people.”

Nurse Beatrice made a call and the young man was on his way up. She felt that she’d made a bit of a headway with the girl, even if it was an outright bribe. Once again, while at the nurses station there was this undefined tension.

Nurse Beatrice’s next stop was to visit Sister Mercy. Yes, a nun. Smothering was allowed by most orders however Sister Mercy overstepped that and then some. She was a virtual smothering machine. Sister Mercy was tall, 1.85 meters with a powerfully built body. No victim of any age would last long under her.

She was in her late 40's with black hair done up into an efficient bun. Her legs and arms were muscular; she had that sturdy farm girl look. Sister Mercy had a wonderful personality it was just she had a ravenous appetite for victims. It was because of that she was deemed dangerous and confined. There was one incident that brought that home. A new young cute doctor went to give her a vaginal exam. He knelt down, putting his face between her legs. Seconds later she had him him and was soon 69ing the life from him. That was the end of the cute doctor. After that the staff was more wary of her.

Nurse Beatrice liked her though. At that moment Sister Mercy was sitting in a straddle smother atop a very small boy. He was squirming about and kicking his legs wildly into the air. Sister Mercy was grinding her hips around in a circular motion working the lads nose all around inside her vagina. Every now and then soft liquid “squish” sounds could be heard. The poor boy was putting up a brave struggle but it was obvious he would soon join the long list of her 78,000 or more victims.

“I don’t see any of the staff missing.” Nurse Beatrice said, pulling up a chair. Sister Mercy looked over her shoulder and laughed. “Oh that cute Doctor a few years back. I wish everyone would forget that.” She replied with a smile. Just then Sister Mercy violently pressed down with her hips. The boy thrashed about then lay still. The boy was obviously dead. Nurse Beatrice rolled him off the bed and he landed on the floor with a thud.

Sister Mercy pressed a button and two attendants came in. They pulled the body of the boy out into the hallway to be picked up. The attendants quickly ushered in two small boys. The were twins with a mop of bright blonde hair. It was so bright it looked to be silver. They were very young. As expected they were nervous. Both wore only underpants.

Sister Mercy ushered bot boys onto her spacious bed. She sat down so she had a boy under each thigh. The lads immediately twisted and turned trying to pry her off. Sister Mercy smiled and enjoyed there desperate struggle.

Sister Mercy now comfortable picked up a magazine from her night stand. “Well I better get going,” Nurse Beatrice said going towards the door. “Who’s next?” Sister Mercy asked with a smile. “Spider women.” Beatrice replied.

Beatrice once again had to negotiate double locks. Spider Woman as she was called, was crazy as a loon. Nurse Beatrice was greeted by a most bazaar sight. The whole room was cress crossed with long strips of white bedding tied together to fashion a net of sorts. Spider Woman was in fact 33 year old Tammy Reader. She was once a successful businesswoman. Her once styled blonde hair was now long and unkempt. Tammy loved smothering but had an unhealthy fascination with spiders. Whom knows why she cracked perhaps the pressure of success. When she did “flip” her persona became that of a spider.

There in a center of the net was Tammy. She was nude and a small victim, a boy lay in twined in the strips of bedding. She had her long sexy legs wrapped tightly about his head, slowly smothering him to death. The lad twitched about but he was held in firmly by the netting and her deadly legs. Tammy was well adept at smothering and had accumulated tens of thousands of victims to her kill record. Tammy smiled with pleasure while she squeezed down hard.

“How are you doing Tammy?” Tammy frowned, “That’s Spider woman”. She then released her grip and climbed higher in the netting. Her previous victim gasped for breath. She had another victim placed higher in the netting and carefully made her way towards him. “No please, no,” he begged. She ignored him and soon his head was pressed to her waiting crotch. Now high in the center of the room she looked down. “Leave me alone.” she said in anger.

I like my victims to suffer a bit first.” Tammy or “Spider Lady” said while squeezing down hard. The lad twitched about. Both victims had long scratches on their chests and arms. Nurse Beatrice didn't approve of torture but she had no say in the matter.

Spider Woman was hopeless so Beatrice left her alone. Suddenly in the hallway there was a loud commotion. A middle-aged woman in restraints was being brought in. She was fighting and mumbling to herself. Two large security guards restrained her long enough for a nurse to administer a sedative. Within seconds the woman collapsed to the floor. She was then hauled off to a vacant room.

Near the nurses station she was told it was Heathers “feeding time.” Heather was a young women in her late 20's. She was once a tall statuesque blonde super model. But with the success of modeling came tremendous pressure. Then, amid hundreds of cameras on a runway in Milan she cracked and went completely insane.
Her existence now consisted of a small darkened room since she could no longer tolerate sunlight. She had a long history of boy smothering though doctors say that played little in her deepening insanity. Heather lived in the shadows and only ventured out to grab a victim or plate of food.

Attendants had a young lad in his mid teens and were about to shove him into the room. The boy was terrified. Beatrice as well as several other nurses looked into the poorly lit room. Seconds later the boy was shoved bodily into the room. He hung about at the door. Then, deep within the shadows there was movement. Heather was slowly making her way towards the terrified lad. He vainly pounded on the door, “Please let me out,” he cried. The attendants smiled back at him. Like a shark circling its prey Heather moved about in the darkness. Suddenly a hand reached out. There was a scream. Then silence as she sat down hard on the terrified boys face. With the excitement now over Nurse Beatrice and the others turned away to resume their duties.
“Could we see you for a moment.” Dr. Phillips said to Nurse Beatrice. Dr. Phillips was the doctor in charge of Ward 4D. Beatrice liked him, he was personable and had a brilliant mind. With him was a doctor she’d never seen before. “In here please.” He indicated, pointing to an empty patients room. The nurses and several other employees watched intently. Something was defiantly going on. “Could Tiffany sit in on this?” Beatrice inquired. Dr. Phillips nodded. Beatrice then pulled up a chair for Tiff to sit in. Once they were all seated Dr. Phillips began.

“Nurse Beatrice, this is Dr. Friedman an eminent psychiatrist from State Hospital.” The elderly distinguished man extended his hand. “Let’s get to the point.” Dr. Phillips said with a serious tone.

“About five years ago several of the staff noticed you were talking to yourself. Mumbling, that sort of thing. That’s harmless in it’self. We all do that to some extent. However, over time the mumbling became whole conversations. Conversations with a mythical Tiffany.”

Nurse Beatrice was in shock. “Mythical, she’s sitting right there!” Nurse Beatrice said standing and pointing. “Nurse Beatrice, said Dr. Friedman in a thick accented voice. “There is no one there. He then waved a thick manilla file in the air. ”It’s all here. You smothered a young nurse Tiffany Wilson to death long ago. She was you first kill. You should rightly be praised for such a kill by someone so young. However though you’ve had over 86,000 since then, perhaps her death in some way well, unhinged you.”

Nurse Beatrice’s whole sane world collapsed. She was relieved of her job, keys and responsibility. Next she was ushered into a room of her own. A young teenage boy lay on her spacious bed. Beatrice stripped off her hospital gown and set it aside, never to be worn again. Now, as with Spider Woman and Heather and all the rest, she was one of them.

“Look Tiff,” she said, “isn’t he cute.” The boy was confused. The naked woman climbing up onto the bed was talking to no one. But then again, he realized this was the nut ward. He relaxed as best he could as Nurse Beatrice sat high on his shoulders spread her legs wide apart then slid forward, pressing his nose into her.

“He’s got a nice erection. Don’t let that go to waste. Tiff why don’t you pull his pants down and mount him while I smother him.” Then, to the boys terror he felt cold, dead hands undoing his pants. Next he felt the full weight of a woman mounting him. She was ice cold. He went to scream but his mouth was pressed tight to Nurse Beatrice crotch. *** mike_3121 at hotmail dot com