Getting a nursing placement had become extremely difficult in recent years, especially for women, and yet Jella couldn’t complete her nursing degree without one.  That was why she was delighted to receive an offer from Saint Southern Private Hospital, even though she had never heard of it.

 

It turned out to be a building about the size of a city block on the outskirts of town near an industrial area.

 

A male receptionist greeted her when she entered.

 

“I’ll Jella, I’m here for my nursing placement,” she said.  

 

The receptionist looked her up and down.  “Are you sure you want a placement here?” he asked her.

 

“Oh, yes,” she enthused.  “I’m almost out of time to complete a placement.  If things don’t work out here, I’m going to fail my degree.”

 

He nodded.  “You sound perfect,” he said.  He turned, and took a small package off a shelf behind him, and then passed it to her.

 

“These are your medical scrubs,” he told her.  “Get changed in the public toilets, and Dr Staffel will be down to show you your duties by the time you’re out.”

 

She looked at the package, and frowned.

 

“I think this is the wrong package,” she said.  “This looks like it’s just a bra and panties, and a headband and high heels.”

 

“No mistake,” he said.  “This is what the nurses wear here.  Do you want the placement or not?”

 

She did.  And so she went to the toilets and blushingly changed.  The bra and panties were pink.  The high heels were pink.  The headband was pink.

 

There was a name stitched onto the right cup of her bra.  It read, “Jellybean”.

 

When she tottered out of the bathroom in the heels, a handsome middle-aged man in a white coat was waiting for her.

 

“Ah, Jellybean,” he said.  “Good to meet you.  I’m Dr Fabian Staffels.”

 

“I think there’s a mistake,” said Jella.  “My name isn’t Jellybean, it’s Jella.”

 

“Oh, no, we give all the nurses here cute names,” said the doctor.  “It helps the patients relate to them.  For instance, we have a pretty blonde girl whose birth certificate says Candice Melonskivi, but we call her Candymelons.  And there’s a very buxom redhead whose name is Casey, but we called her Kissytits.  The patients love it.”

 

Jella blushed, and was at least grateful that her nametag didn’t say “Kissytits”.

 

“Now, you’re lactating?” asked Dr Staffel.

 

She blushed even redder, and said, “Well, yes - the application said I had to be, so I had my GP prescribe me some drugs.  But I don’t understand why…”

 

“You’ll see,” said Dr Staffels.  “Follow me.”

 

He led her into an elevator, and up a floor.  When they got out, Jella was shocked to see a blonde nurse, clad in the same bra/panties/heels outfit, standing in the corridor, openly massaging the crotch of her panties with one hand.  There was a visible wet patch on her panties.  Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes looked blank.  Her name tag said “Dolly”.

 

“What…” began Jella.

 

“Oh, don’t mind Dolly,” said Dr Staffels.  “She’s between tasks, so she’s just being a good girl and keeping herself healthy.”

 

“Healthy?” asked Jella.

 

“Didn’t they teach you that in nursing, Jellybean?” asked Dr Staffels.  “Recent studies show that women reach their peak health when they’re sexually aroused for at least six hours a day.  We just ask our nurses who are between tasks to rub their pussies, to maintain their health.”

 

“I don’t think I could do that,” admitted Jella.

 

Dr Staffels looked at her sternly.  “You *will* do it, Jellybean, or else you can kiss this placement goodbye.”  Then his expression softened.  “But I expect it won’t seem so hard to you once you see that all the other girls are doing it.  Good, healthy girls play with their cunts, Jellybean.”

 

He led her into a room, and there were two patients inside in beds.  Both were completely nude.  The first was a young man in his early 20s, well-muscled, with a bandage wrapped around his stomach.  There were no sheets over him, and his large cock was in plain view - and to Jella’s embarrassment, it stiffened when he caught sight of her.

 

The other patient was a young brunette woman, maybe 19 years of age.  She was also nude - and in addition, she was gagged with a ball gag, and her legs and arms were cuffed to the corners of her bed.  She made a muffled noise and strained at her restraints as Jella and Dr Staffel came in.

 

Jella looked at Dr Staffel, but he was ignoring the girl and concentrating on the man.

 

“How are you doing today, Justin?” he asked the man.

 

“I think I’m mostly recovered, Dr Staffel,” said Justin, grinning.  “Can’t wait for my feed, though.”

 

Dr Staffel turned to Jella.  “Justin is recovering from abdominal surgery, but for maximum recovery, we’ve recommended that he receive supplements of human breast milk twice a day.  Would you feed him, please, Jellybean?”

 

Jella went red.  “What… how…”

 

“This is why we require you to lactate, Jellybean,” said Dr Staffel.  “Take out your udder and let him suck on it.”

 

Not knowing what else to do, and cringing with humiliation, Jella lifted her left breast out of her bra, and leaned over to present it to Justin’s face.  Justin grabbed it with both hands, squeezing it tight enough to make Jella squeak, and then began to suck on her nipple.

 

“You’ll just be feeding Justin for now,” said Dr Staffel.  “Twice a day, morning and night.  But as your milk production increases we’ll add some other patients to your lactation rounds.”

 

Jella moaned.  It felt so humiliating to have a strange man using her as… as what?  His personal cow?  And yet his lips and tongue felt so good on her nipple.  It was making her pussy wet.

 

After a while, her left breast was dry, so she put it away and switched to her right, which Justin sucked on just as eagerly.

 

When she was done - and breathing heavily, her face flushed - Dr Staffels said, “Now we need a sperm sample from Justin.  Would you prepare it, please, Jellybean?”

 

“Prepare it… how?” she asked.

 

“Well, ask the patient what the best way to make him cum is,” asked Dr Staffels.

 

“I generally prefer a woman’s cunt,” said Justin, “but having you ride me is a bit difficult after abdominal surgery.  So maybe start with your mouth and finish me off with your tits?”

 

He couldn’t be serious.  Did he really expect her to… give him a blowjob?  And a titjob?

 

She looked at Dr Staffels.

 

“Hurry up, Jellybean,” he said.  “We haven’t got all day.  We have at least five patients you’ll need to take sperm samples from today, so get started on this one quickly, please.”

 

He appeared to be serious.  If she said no, she was going to be dismissed from the placement - and fail her nursing degree - and all those years of study would be worthless.

 

She took the specimen jar that Dr Staffels was offering her, and placed it beside the patient.  Then she leaned down, took his cock into her mouth, and began to suck.

 

Honestly, it wasn’t so bad.  Justin had a large cock, and it tasted good, and soon she got into a rhythm of bobbing her head up and down on it.  Justin seemed to be enjoying it.  His hands flexed like he wanted to grab her hair and force her down on him.

 

When his moans started getting louder, she pulled back.  She reached around to take off her bra entirely, then spat on her tits to lubricate them, and placed one either side of his cock, and pushed them together and began to bounce up and down.

 

He liked this, too.  Jella tried to pretend that she wasn’t smearing a stranger’s pre-cum all over her tits as her superior watched.

 

“Fuck,” said Justin, finally.  “I’m about to cum.”

 

Jella grabbed the specimen jar, pulled back, and masturbated him with her hand, aiming at the jar.  Soon Justin was cumming, filling the small jar with a copious amount of sperm.  Some overflowed onto Jella’s hands.

 

“Good girl,” said Dr Staffels, as she screwed the jar shut.  “Now clean him up with your tongue.”

 

She blushed, and leaned forward and sucked on his cock again, licking the remaining semen off it and swallowing it.  She licked her hands clean too.

 

“Thank you, Jellybean,” said Justin.  “I guess we’ll do this again tonight.”

 

Next Dr Staffels led Jella across to the restrained girl.

 

“This girl has a name outside the hospital,” he told her, “but for various reasons, within these walls we only refer to her as Fucktoy.  She’s being treated for a severe case of Brat Syndrome, and removing her identity is part of the treatment.”

 

The girl stared at them and made muffled noises into her gag.

 

“Brat Syndrome?” asked Jella.  “Is that… a real thing?”

 

“Oh, I assure you that it is,” said Dr Staffels.  “A derangement of the brain, found only in females, that leads them to overestimate their worth and importance, resist parental supervision and authority, and be overly frigid towards caregiving men but overly whorish towards others.  If left untreated in young women, it can lead to them missing out on their chance to become happy, submissive, sexually obliging homemakers and breeders.”

 

“How is it… treated?” asked Jella.

 

“By removing the girl’s dignity and freedom, providing regular physical punishment, and keeping her regularly sexually stimulated but short on adequate sleep, so that her brain becomes more pliable and suggestible,” said Dr Staffels.  “We combine this with certain hypnotic treatments, and by the time it’s done, the brat has usually become a sweet, affectionate, submissive sex-kitten.”

 

He looked at the girl’s chart, and then added, “Fucktoy here was referred by her step-father, who paid to have her brought here by our team of security personnel, and forcibly treated.  He expects that by the time she’s released, she will understand that submitting to his sexual fantasies is reasonable if she wants to continue living under his roof without paying rent or board.”

 

None of this felt right or normal to Jella, but she didn’t question Dr Staffels.

 

“How am I to treat her?” she asked.

 

“In the fridge over there we have samples of her stepfather’s semen,” he said.  “Warm one up in the sample heater there, then ungag her and feed it to her.  She’s to taste her stepfather’s cum twice a day.”

 

Jella blushed, but did as she was told.  When she removed Fucktoy’s gag, the girl began to howl, and scream, and try to bite at her.  Jella didn’t know what to do, but when the girl snapped at her fingers so fiercely that Jella became worried she might actually bite one off, she responded on instinct, and slapped the girl hard across the face.  Fucktoy’s eyes widened, and her mouth popped open - and when it did, Jella poured the small container of cum into the girl’s mouth, and then quickly replaced the ball gag.

 

“Now, lick her pussy clean,” said Dr Staffels.  “It’s very important for her hygiene.”

 

Jella didn’t want to do this either, but understood now that she had no choice if she wanted to continue her placement.  She climbed up on the bed, in a 69 position, with her own groin over the girl’s face, and leaned down to lick at the girl’s spread pussy.

 

She immediately tasted a familiar flavour - cum.  Had someone fucked the girl recently?  Maybe… raped her?

 

She looked across at Justin, who was grinning at her from his bed.

 

Dr Staffels guessed what she was thinking.  “Justin has paid extra to have a room that includes a patient like Fucktoy,” he said.  “Rape is good for her treatment, and Justin has always wanted to take advantage of a non-consenting teen.  The drugs we give her keep her wet, no matter whether she wants sex or not.”

 

“You should see her eyes when I push into her,” said Justin.  “She looks like she wants to kill me.  It’s so hot.”

 

“By the time we’re done, rape will be the only kind of sex she can orgasm from,” said Dr Staffels.

 

Jella asked no further questions, and just kept licking Justin’s cum out of the restrained girl’s snatch.  At one point she felt the girl shake underneath her, and she realised that she had made Fucktoy cum.

 

“Good girl,” said Dr Staffels eventually.  “Come along, Jellybean.  We have more patients to treat.”

 

He led her from room to room, showing her which men she would feed with her lactating tits, which men she would masturbate to orgasm, which restrained pretty women she would violate and discipline.  At least two of the men, she learned, could only reliably cum from vaginal sex, and so she would have to let them fuck her pussy, and then scoop their cum out of her twat and place it in the specimen bottle.

 

And finally he took her to the Training Room.

 

“You’ll spend three hours in here a day,” he said.  “All of them outside your paid hours.  Ninety minutes in the morning before you begin your shift, and ninety minutes after you clock out.”

 

The room was dark, and filled with chairs.  It could hold maybe 15 people at once, but there were only two there right now.  Both were nurses, and both were naked, with large headphones over their ears.  They were masturbating, and staring at a screen at the end of the room.  The screen showed images of naked women, all of them obviously aroused, juxtaposed against images of animals.  Here was a large-breasted woman, next to an image of a cow.  Here was a naked woman on all fours, next to an image of a dog.  Here was a nude girl wearing kitten ears, in a begging position, next to an image of a cat.

 

“Take off your clothes, Jellybean,” said Dr Staffels, “and take a seat here between Funholes and Pussycat.”

 

She obediently stripped, and sat.  Nothing seemed strange to her, after the degrading events of the day.

 

“Now put on the headphones, and watch the screen, and play with your pussy like a good girl,” he said.

 

Jellybean put on the headphones.  They immediately shut out all outside sound, replacing it with a hiss of white noise.  But - were there words in that hiss?  She tried to listen to them….

 

“... stupid cunt…. good girl… just a pair of tits… obedient bimbo… women are animals… too stupid to do anything but fuck…”

 

Dr Staffels spoke, as Jellybean listened and masturbated, but none of the women in the room could hear him over the hiss in their headphones, so he was really only talking to himself.  He didn’t mind.

 

“This training regime is really quite excellent,” he said.  “Did you know that 90% of women who undertake the program forget their birth names in the first week?  Within two weeks they forget almost all of what they learned during their education, they will self-identify as a stupid bimbo, and when asked they will instinctively see that they have more in common with a cow or a female dog than a male human.  By three weeks they’ve forgotten that it’s even possible to disagree with a man or resist him.”

 

“And did you know that very few women who complete a nursing placement here go on to a career in medicine?” he went on, smiling broadly.  “In fact, the vast majority choose to sell themselves into permanent slavery to one of our male patients.  They don’t get any of the money, of course, but the hospital makes a tidy profit on each one.”

 

He reached down and tweaked Jellybean’s nipple.

 

“Be a good girl and masturbate and listen, Jellybean,” he said.  “I think you’re going to be one of our best nurses yet…”

 

(END)