Be careful what you ask for...(an open thread)

My name is Nick. I'm an orderly at the largest hospital ever created, a modern miracle of medicine and science, created to extend the life of human beings for years.

But like every miracle there are some minor flaws. Flaws unforseen by the finest minds...and they fail to keep life eternal, and death creeps under the door.

That's where I come in. I care for those who death will come to next, see to thier physical comforts, tend to thier wants and just as often become the one they confess to for lack of any other compassionate being to talk to.

And with those confessions?

Well That's what makes my job fun...For with those confessions often come fantasies..Fantasies they've dreamed of but never dared to try, evil, lustfull things they wished they could do...or have it done to them...

And how does that happen?

Good question

The answer is all part of the story....and the story is yet to be told...

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im game fill me in

Finally a victim

Uhmmm, I mean player!!!

You need to post your character and place her in the hospital (she's dying I'm afraid)

Good ole Nick will visit you and tend to your sexy but failing body....

Then he'll ask a question.

From there it gets quite depraved (depending of course on the answer he gets)

Once we've started and we're into the depraved part I'll PM you the rest of his evil plan...(Oh YES, it gets deeper)



Welcome

I Stacy, am 28 and i have lived my life trying to serve others. I went through college wanting to become a doctor and so i entered medical school after attending classes i soon found out that had cancer. My young life cripled the doctor told me i have three months to live.

Nick

"Hello Stacy, How is the pain today?" I asked and brushed the back of my hand across her flushed cheek.

It was an advantage I enjoyed, under the guise of an orderly I could touch the patients, my carresses and lewd probing brushed off as part of the treatments...

Her eyes turned towards me were clear at the moment, not drug laced or pain filled, lucid and studying me as I watched her.

"Why don't you tell me?" She quipped sarcastically and I grinned in return. I loved fire in them, it made it so much more.....hot when I had them in my hands.

"You're the Doctor, Stacy. And it's your answers I'm interested in, I know my thoughts"

Lifting the tray I pulled the cloth off the top, revealing the needle that lay quietly waiting to be used...

"In the arm or the bumm, me lady?" I teased and then smiled as she pulled the covers back and rolled.

"Never could understand how a doctor could be so skittish about needles" I chortled as I pulled up her robe and slid her panties down...then down again to reveal a well shaped pair of buttocks.

Dabbing the swab over the firm buttock I grinned as it quivered, then slid the needle into it and injected the amber fluid...

Done with the chore I rubbed the wounded cheek and let my fingers brush her sex, then pulled the dainty panties into place.

"Have you ever thought of your last days Stacy? What it will be like when the pain killers don't work and the cancer eats you up?"

Strange words for an orderly, huh? But then what was the FUN in being polite?

"How about what you would do if there was a miracle cure? What price would you pay?"

a Miracle cure id pay any amount id do anything...but ive come to accept this cancer and i have also choose to embrace life as much as i can in the next few months. I want to do as much as i can i want to try all types of new things, i want to tell my friends and family that i love them and i want to make sure that they know i was ok with my death...there is no reason to cry forever about something you cant stop.

Nick

"What if there were a way to stop it Stacy? Not drugs or treatments you find in a hospital, but never the less.... a way?"

I fluffed her pillow and helped her to be comfortable, all the while admiring her full figure under the scant dressing gown.

"I've had some experience in accomplishing things not thought possible...and if you are serious about paying what ever it might take?"

Smiling I offered a glass of cool water, then lifted a syringe and showed it to her...

"To take a sample of your blood" I explained and watched her nod as she drank the water...She had given blood repeatedly, monitoring the progress of the spreading disease inside her body and was familiar with the relentless demands for another sample.

"Stacy, Think about it" I insisted as the vial filled with her blood. "I can make sure you tell your friends and family what you need to tell them, I'll video tape it and send copies to everyone you want...before we leave here...and then we'll change your life in ways you've only dreamed of, allright?"

My character.....

OOC - Well, here I go again, with a new story to work on! My character will be Blythe Ormolu. She is 30, single, and very shy. She has always been a "good girl", so consequently, she is a virgin, with very little experience. She is a librarian, and could be very pretty if she knew how to present herself. She is 5'4", 130 lbs., heart-shaped face, brunette, with hazel eyes, somewhat on the thin side, but with beautiful breasts, and legs that won't quit. Her legs and eyes are her best features. She is very dreamy, wishing for a knight in shining armor to whisk her away. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor 6 months ago, and now has come to the hospital for ease of her last days. She has become very despondent and sad. No one ever comes to visit, as she has no family left, so she is a prime target. I won't post to the story just yet, as I don't have the time presently, but in the next day or so.

Thank you for you help I would try anything you have to offer its great of you to offer. I'll pay anything and do anything lets get it started

Donna Martin

Donna Martin lay back against the flat cotton sheets of her hard lonely bed, in her dull white room in this pale marble hospital. On arrival, she had tried to find some color in the place; with typical dark humor she told her doctor that the place resembled the mausoleum she’d picked out. He told her to cheer up. Hell, she was cheery! Who wouldn’t be? After all, she was 30 years old, one of the most sought after women in the city, and she had only months to live.

She was still beautiful, but she’d faded, like old silk grown thin and dry with time. Her mane of gold-blonde hair was pale, the glow of health completely gone from each strand. Cold, green jade had replaced sparkling emeralds in her eyes.

She was dying, it was hard to believe. An inoperable condition the doctor said, but “we’ll keep you comfortable until the end,” he’d promised. The pain in her body wasn’t terrible; yet. That would come later. Now, she dealt with the loss of her identity, her face, her figure, her sexuality, all the things that had made plain Donna Martin someone else; a skilled, some might even say gifted, Dominatrix. She had once heard herself referred to as a “dominatrix of the darkest kind.” She'd taken it as a compliment.

Now she was a patient, in a plain white gown, in a plain white room. Nervous fingers plucked at the worn sheets and she wished for the feel of leather, smooth cuffs, cool metal…the familiar textures of her life. Donna turned her head toward the wall and closed her eyes. A bleak future was ahead of her; her only bit of luck was that the future would not have to be endured for long.

Nick

20 minutes later I had Stacy sitting up in bed, her hair brushed and a sweater pulled over the gown she wore, a tinge of color coming to her cheeks as I set up the camcorder I had brought with me and aimed it at her.

"You look wonderful Stacy" I complimented her and smiled as I recorded her message, prompting her to make sure she told the camera she'd be back once her treatments at the remote facility were done. "Don't need to worry anyone, do we?"

"Here's the release papers you need to sign" I supplied then packed the equipment away. "The nurse will help you bathe and then dress, I'll be back after I've finished my rounds and take you to my home..."

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Minutes later I stood in the doorway and watched my newest prospect lie quietly in her bed, wallowing in the pity she had dredged up from the emptiness she had now convinced herself she felt...

"Seems the big bad Mistress has given up now that she's finally met something that she can't tie up and spank, isn't it Mz Martin?"

Striding into the room I opened the curtains that held the sunset back and admired the orange hues that played across the walls and her face.

"There's a silver lining in every cloud if you know where to look, they say...I always claim it's who you know that lines your pockets with the silver, myself"

I had the bathroom tidied up and her fresh linen stacked neatly on the shelves in minutes, then turned and watched the face that ignored me and chose instead to concentrate on the walls.

"What would all your good little playthings say if they found out how lamely you're taking this, Donna?"

Her face turned and I could see a tinge of anger building in the pale green eyes, and then just as quickly fade as she receded into herself and the memories of how it used to be.

"You were quite a beauty before you gave up, weren't you, Mz Martin?" I mocked gently and moved her water and pills closer to her. "I wonder just how much of Dom Donna was an act...and how much was real?"

Welcome to All the Writers that have made my days and weeks to come and joined me in another fantasy

I've created an OOC to let the flow of the storyline continue without interruption (and so I can tease you endlessly and without shame)

Here it is...

OOC for Be Careful

Blythe Ormolu

She was dreaming again. She realized that it was just a dream, but didn't want to let it go. In it, she was healthy again, more beautiful than she'd ever been in real life, and not the shy little girl, but instead a sought after wild child. The men she passed on the street all wanted her. Even some of the women did too, and she was not adverse to the idea. In the dream, she had many wonderful sexual escapades; in real life she'd never had any, beyond a bit of petting back in her younger days.

Blythe awoke with a start, gasping from the intensity of the dream. This time she'd been in the arms of a wonderfully handsome man, feeling his mouth on her throat as his hands roamed over her oh-so-willing flesh. Unfortunately, she could only imagine what it would be truly like. Now, with the end of her life at hand, she imagined she'd never experience the things she dreamed.

Depression was setting in again, as it usually did about the same time every day. Blythe sometimes wished she had the courage to end it all herself, but she didn't, and besides here at the hospital medication was monitored very carefully. Just enough to keep pain at bay, but not enough to allow one to leave the world forever. She lay in her bed, feeling weak and tired again, her head beginning to ache. It would be time for her painkillers soon, and then she could find out her prognosis again. Once a week, they updated her on her decline, which appeared to be increasing with alarming rapidity.

If only she had someone in her life to at least pay her a visit. She was so lonely suddenly, that she began to weep silently. She hugged a pillow tightly to her chest, buring her face in it and pretending she were being held by strong arms.

Donna Martin

Donna turned cold eyes to the orderly; his nametag said “Nick” no last name, just “Nick.”

What is real? We make our own reality, and mine is that I’m dying, and there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it. So I’ll tell you what…Nick…why don’t you keep your sermonizing, psychoanalyzing & posturizing to yourself.

She’d known all along that someone would make the connection between her vanilla life as Donna Martin and that darker side. So this was the one, what would he be, converter, a counselor or just another guy that needed to be kicked in the ass before he could cum? She’d seen it all; over the years and during previous hospital visits.

Besides, what’s it to you? My playthings and self-image are my own business, and there is a world of difference between acceptance and surrender. I should know.

Nick

So there was still fire left in her soul. As Donna shot off her scathing retort I watched the fire come to her eyes, then her face and finally her body, until she sat upright in the bed and glared at me.

Besides, what’s it to you? My playthings and self-image are my own business, and there is a world of difference between acceptance and surrender. I should know.

"What if you don't really know, Donna?" I challenged her and stepped into the room the door closing behind me.

"What if accepting your death was surrender? What if by not accepting and instead making a deal you could avoid death entirely and return to the life you wish?”

For a few second I let the guise slip away, the mortal form of the slight human fall aside, and my own larger….being…appear.

“What if you realize you don’t have all the answers and you need someone else for a change to supply those answers?”

And then “Nick” was back, the door opening and I stepped into the opening and to the cart outside, looking in.

“I’ll be back shortly Mz. Martin and then perhaps…we’ll continue our discussion.”

Whistling I moved down the hall and to my next call…it was going to be a profitable day…and soon the fun would begin.


“Hello Lady Bly” I quipped cheerfully and barged into the room, ignoring the tear stained cheeks and the pillow crushed between her arms and legs, an armful of towels causing me to peer over them and at the tiny, lonely mound in the center of the bed.

“What’s the good news?”

Silence greeted me but then what did I expect?

“I see your chart shows a mild improvement”

That got her attention and the pillow forgotten as she leaned over and snagged the chart from behind her bed.

It shows the same as the week before. Steady steps down in all areas, I’m dying inch by inch.

“I wasn’t talking about the current charts, I was talking about tomorrows” I cheerfully replied, winking at her and touching her cheek as I moved by her to refill the water.

“Take my word for it, you’ll be feeling better in no time…of course it might not last, but live for the moment, right?”

Hope…What did you offer someone that had truly given up, someone that had no where else to go but die? It was like a drug that would hook you instantly…

And I was the best pusher ever known…

“I’ll be back in the bright of the morning, Captain Bly, then you can tell me thank you.”

The trick with getting someone addicted for life?

Give it to them in small bits as they hovered on the edge of death…then you could name your price.

And get paid in full.

Donna

The meds were effecting her vision...that was the only logical explaination. Donna stared at the door, it looked normal. Why hadn't Nick looked normal a moment ago when he stood before it?

Maybe she'd dozed off. It had happened before, she'd just drift away during a conversation. In fact it happened quite often after she took her pills. Donna glanced at the beside table; her pills were still waiting in the cup.

Ok, so it wasn't the meds, but it wasn't what it seemed. Its crazy to think that someone could change like that.

But what if it isn't, she thought. The inner voice questioning the outter. If that was true, what if the rest is too? What if he can do something the doctors can't?

Then it must be a Hell of a deal.

Nick

"Time to go, papers all ready Stace?"

Smiling I held out my hand and took the papers, then flipped through all of them and made sure the I's and T's were done to perfection.

They were.

"You read it all and understood it, agreed to it as God is your witness?"

Stacy rolled her eyes as if I were crazy, then played along and answered...

"I did, I do..and he is, yes"

Seconds later we were on our way, the hospital behind us as if by magic, Stacy drowsing in my arms as the car slowed to a stop in front of my house...my tiny house...22 rooms, 30 baths, a pool, and of course...

the required dungeon.

"Wake up Stacy" I shook her gently "Drink this and all your pain and troubles will be gone, forever"

Blythe Ormolu

What could he mean, she'd be showing improvement in the morning? There was just no way, was there? Could he know something she didn't? These questions were pounding in Blythe's brain as she watched Nick leave her room. She so wanted to have hope again...to imagine that she might somehow, some day fulfill some of her dreams and fantasies. She vowed if she started recovering, she would stop being the shy little girl, and let out the passionate woman inside. Or at least that's what she told herself. She knew she'd never be able to do it without help.

Blythe touched her cheek in the same spot Nick had touched her. Her skin felt warm and soft where his fingers had lain. For a moment she let herself imagine his fingers gliding elsewhere and she shivered at the thought. There was something about him...he was always kind when he came in, but today...it had been different. He seemed more real, for lack of a better word. She couldn't help but believe that somehow he spoke the truth. Already, she thought she felt a tiny bit better.

Blythe contemplated Nick's words again, and her thoughts roamed to some of the fantasy books she loved to read. She began to wonder more about him....just who and/or what he might prove to be and how he might affect her future.

i handed the papers over to him and then we drove to his house where he offered me a drink....i dranked the liquid and suddenly i felt a little lightheaded...

Nick

Smiling down at the now still and unconcious woman I carefully seperated the documents and placed the signed contract in a safe place.

A contract between Stacy and myself stating the service she expected and the price I in turn would collect, her signature clearly on it along with the date...signed in her blood.

"One Miracle Cure and to explore life to the fullest by trying new things"

It read clearly and I laughed gently as I continued to read.

"In return for the soul of one Stacy Keachman"

I couldn't wait until she awoke to break the news to her...

Stacy now lived in my world. A world of perhaps distorted reality, but one from which I could step in and out of easily...and one she couldn't.

I'd be back as soon as she awoke to find herself whole and completely cured...and collect my rewards...

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It was evening in the hospital now, late evening and all the visitors had been shooed away to let the patients rest, a detail I appreciated...intimately.

"Hello Donna, Time for your sponge bath"

She had drifted off to sleep, her still face innocent and naive in sleep, her features palid from the losing battle fought inside of her well shaped body...

"Come Donna, Time to undress for me" I cooed and smiled as she stirred, her eyes taking a few seconds to focus as I hovered over her and waited.

Stroking her cheek I smelled her scent in the confines of the room and licked my lips, this one promised to be quite delicious, her life was one in which she was used to being in charge...in control...and one I would enjoy turning upside down with each second.

Donna

He was back, just as he said he'd be. Donna didn't know if she was pleased or not. If he hadn't come back she could have ignored the question in her mind..."Could he do something that the doctors couldn't?"

I didn't ask for a sponge bath.

“Well, someone must think you need one.”

The fingers against her cheek were warm. Why did his touch make her feel chilled? She wanted to tell him to go away, wanted to hear that tone of command in her voice again…but she didn’t. Her recent bouts of dizziness had prompted her doctor to curtail her activity, and showering was out of the question. A bath would feel heavenly, but he didn’t need to know that she wanted it.

I suppose I don’t have much choice do I? It isn’t as if I can do it myself anymore.

Donna struggled to sit up then shrugged out of the robe that covered her hospital gown. Between the gap in the fabric, her back showed; thin and pale, the skin stretched tight over her spine, her muscle-tone gone. She knew what her body looked like, the mental vision of a sunken chest, limp tits brought a frown to her face…at least from the bed she couldn’t see how bad she looked. She glanced at Nick, he stood there smirking, as if he knew what she was thinking. Well, screw him! If he got his jollies off by looking at half dead women what did she care?

“But what if you could?”

More miracle cure stories or is it the hand of God? I’ve heard them all, Nick, but feel free to make your pitch anyway.

The hospital gown fell to her lap, leaving her bare to Nicks gaze. She knew he was looking at her; did he wonder what she’d looked like before? Maybe he got his kicks from doing the terminally ill. Goose bumps broke out across her skin and she glared at Nick for taking his time and forcing her to sit here in the chill of the room.

Damn-it Nick lets get this over with! I’m tired and I don’t feel like any more of your company today.

Nick

"Grow up a little Donna, I can understand your bitterness but I've done nothing except offer you what you want back so badly and in turn you've grown cross with me. Not very fitting for someone who should be grateful I think."

She wasn't quite desperate enough, her mind still too tough to reach for the unbelievable and perhaps she would stay that way until the end. Still the idea of possessing this one was something I knew I'd never forgive myself for if she slipped thru my fingers...

"You think I'm mocking you, insulting your intelligence, don't you?" I questioned and watched her eyes grow defiant as she sat on the edge of the bed, her sagging breasts pimpling in the cooler air of the room.

"Why do they make these rooms so damn cold, don't they know people will catch thier death of cold?"

It was cool. A mere 72 degrees in the room according to the gauge on the wall beside me, too cool for me and too cool to be sitting on a bed topless for long...Well, why not? She wanted proof, needed something to show her there were things she couldn't explain away.

"Warm, I want it warmer."

The ancient water filled radiator clinked away merrily as the steam passed thru it, pushing the temperature steadily upwards and I held my hands over it, smiling.

"That's better, I think, now where were we?"

Oh yes, her disbelieving attitude...The mirror, I had passed a full length mirror pasted to the uinside of the bathroom door. Well this was easy enough...Moving into the bathroom I filled the container with water, stirring it with my fingers and watching the water swirl around my nails, steaming and bubbling merrily...

I opened the door and swung it until it reflected her image back at her, her shoulders drooping forward, her eyes tired...

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Donna" I instructed, then moved to the container of warm water I had brought out with me and dipping the sponge in it.

"What for NICK? I know what I look like"

"Look Donna and watch carefully" I spoke again, a tinge of steel coming into my voice as I ran the sponge over her shoulders and then down her left breast.

"WATCH carefully"

Under the touch of the warm sponge Donna's nipple began to swell, then the flesh of the sagging breast...the wrinkled skin swelling, filling out until the flesh was once again flawless, firm...young..

I moved to her other breast, taking my time, lifting the old womans breast and washing it, smiling as it too changed and became the image of what it had been...

"You wore studs in your nipples once, I admire that, the diamonds were a nice touch...it would be nice to see them again, don't you think?" I asked softly as her eyes stared into the mirror and my hand pushed the sponge down to her sagging stomach...

"What kind of cheap trick is this?" She demanded and I laughed.

"Cheap? The floor below us charges ten thousand a tuck, twenty five grand for the boob job...and you call it cheap?"

The water trickled down her stomach and behind the gown, pooling between her thighs and into her unseen vulva...

"One last chance Donna" I sighed, dropping the sponge into the plastic and sliding it on the floor into the bath. "I'll be back tomorrow night, by then what I've given you will wear off...and I'll ask you one....final...time."

Pulling the gown up and over her shoulders I pushed her back into the bed, swinging her frail, weak legs up and covering them with the sheet...

At the door I looked back, gauging shrewdly the look I saw in her eyes, watching her hands stray to her upper torso to touch it...to prove to herself she wasn't imagining things...

"One more gift before I go" I promised as an after thought. "Your headache is gone as well tonight and tomorrow, so you won't need the pills...and can think this out with a clear mind...and dream of what it was like"

The door closed behind me, I had another stop to make, and though I heard her call out behind me I grinned and kept moving...

Maybe I'd turn up the heat in the entire wing....

a rude awakening

i woke up felling quite distorted as though i had passed out. But something was different i no longer felt the pain of the iv in my hand or weak from the Kemo in some way i felt cured of my life hindering sickness. I must be joking myself i thought cancer just can be cured with the flck of a switch i must be on a new drug thats what it is. I laid in bed, resting when...