Liz walked into the hospital room at the end of the hall with a tray full of equipment for treating lacerations. It was a quiet night at the hospital emergency room. The only patient was the man she was going to treat, a guy who had been hurt in a motorcycle accident. The attending had conked out on a cot while the admitting nurse dozed.
The ward was empty except for her patient, the result of a recent quarantine. Most of the rooms had been cleared, but two rooms across the hall from her patient still had the signs up. She entered and saw the man sitting up in bed. He was a really big guy, with a beer belly that stretched out his tee-shirt displaying a skull with snake entwined around it and the name "Cursed Crusaders." His head was shaved and tattoos lined his arms. His ears and nose were pierced with nasty looking spikes. His arms and shoulders bulged with muscles. His goatee and moustache and upturned nosed reminded her of a pig.
Liz set the tray down next to the bed and pulled the chart from the end of the bed. "Mr. ... Jones? Jeff Jones?" she said.
"That's what it says," he drawled.
"I'm going to suture the cuts on your arm and then you can be on your way, okay?" She felt uncomfortable as he stared with obvious lust at her full figure. Liz was about five foot eight inches, with D-cup sized breasts and a round ass. Her scrubs did little to disguise her figure and her face was pretty too, with long Irish red hair tied in a pony-tail and freckles on her broad cheeks.
Liz was nervous being alone in the room with this guy. Since the hospital had some budget problems, they had reduced security at night. One security guard patrolled at night, but Lenny, the guard on duty tonight often took long naps in empty rooms. She had not seen him pass for more than an hour, a good indication he was sleeping on the job again.
"I don't suppose you have anything for the pain," Jeff said, smirking slightly.
"I can get you some aspirin," Liz said dryly and tenderly pulled the gauze pad he had been holding to his forearm. She wiped the wound with sterilizer. Jeff winced but otherwise took the procedure stoically. She threaded a needle and began to suture the gash on his forearm.
Just then, Liz heard footsteps. They sounded more solid than the soft shoes worn by the medical staff. Maybe security, Liz thought hopefully.
"There you is!" a man's voice said from the open door. Liz turned to see another biker.
"Bender!" Jeff said, "Come in and meet ..." he glanced at Liz's ID card, "Elizabeth O'Neil, my angel of mercy." Bender was built like a football linebacker, with long brown hair and a handsome face. He wore a bandana over his head and had the usual biker clothes.
Liz had to keep her hands at the wound, but she turned her head and said, "There's no visiting patients at night. You'll have to wait in the lobby."
Bender caught a wink from Jeff and nodded slyly. "Oh, sorry. Just wanted to check on my friend here. I'll see ya!" He left and Liz sighed to herself with relief. She concentrated on closing the wound and was almost through when she heard the door close. She turned and saw Bender back in the room. His hands were behind his back as he approached. "They said it was all right for me to visit," he said softly.
Liz looked at him leerily. "I'll be done in a moment." She returned her attention to the last stitch and when she tied it off, she said, "That's it, Mr. Jones."
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, forcing a wad of gauze into her mouth as she opened it to scream. An arm wrapped around her right side, pinning her arm to her side and pulling her into Bender's chest. Liz tried to thrash with her legs and free arm, but Bender just pulled her to the middle of the room where she could not grab anything and waited while Jeff got out of bed and restrained her free arm. Avoiding a kick, he gripped her in a bear hug from the front that rendered her helpless, freeing Bender's hands to secure the wad of gauze with white tape.
"Relax, Elizabeth," Bender said, as she continued to struggle against Jeff's iron grip. "I put those quarantine signs on the door, so I don't think we'll be disturbed."
Bender got a grip on Liz's wrists and twisted her arms behind her back as Jeff released her arms and shifted down to wrap around her thighs. He pushed his face into her crotch and made noises like he was slurping up food. Then they moved her over to the bed and laid her on her back crossways, so her lower legs dangled over one edge and her head was just over the other side. Jeff jumped onto the bed and sat so her thighs were trapped under his massive frame, his ass resting just above her knees. Bender pressed down on her broad shoulders so her arms were pinned under her back.
"All right, baby. We're really going to operate," Jeff said, grinning evilly down at the helpless nurse. "Scalpel," he said to Bender. Liz's eyes widened in fear as the gleaming blade was handed to the biker from her tray of equipment.
Jeff used her fear and turned the sharp blade back and forth in front of her face. Then he pulled her top at the V-shaped neckline, catching a glimpse of her heaving breasts as he began to cut the front from neckline to bottom. He opened the scrubs' top, revealing her large breasts covered by a sturdy bra.
"What do you think, Doctor?" Jeff said, mockingly serious, tugging gently at one of the straps of the bra.
"I think you're going to have to remove it to get to the tissue below. Think you can handle it?"
"The bra or the tissue below?" Jeff laughed. He sliced up through the bra strap and then through the other. He tugged at the top of the bra cups, pulling them down until he could see the top of her pink nipples. As the cool air hit them, they grew hard.
"I recommend an incision right there, between the two large swollen portions," Bender said.
