This choice: Original Story Continuation • Go Back...Chapter #7Original Story Continuation by: Carl   When next he awoke he was in a hospital bed, restrained with thick straps to the bed. He felt very weak and disoriented. Then he remembered what happened. Those young sluts had poisoned him and now he was trapped in their sham nursing home! He called out for help hoping his shouts would be met by someone who could get him out of this situation. He shouted for several minutes until finally the door swung open.
A middle aged black nurse strode in. “What’s this ruckus all about?”
“My name is Jacob Larson and I’ve been poisoned, please get me to a real hospital!”
She picked up his chart, “Well according to this, your name ain’t Jacob Larson.”
“My name is Jacob Larson, whatever you have been told it is a lie my grand-niece poisoned me.”
“I said your not listed her as Jacob Larson.”
Getting frustrated he said, “Then what the hell does it say damn it!”
She laughed nastily and picked up the chart and shoved it into his face. “Read it your self bitch!” The “chart” only had the words, “Enjoy your stay BITCH” signed Jessica and Stacy. The humiliation stung deeply, he was a respected man! He was a man of esteem of dignity! And now this middle aged nobody was calling him a bitch! Unbelievable!
“Let me go!”
Calmly the woman took a syringe and filled it with something. Jacob got a closer look at her. She was probably in her 40’s. Was on the heavy side stood a at 5 foot 9 maybe 190 pounds. Her skin was dark as night and her bosom was quite large. He yelled at her, “Damn it let me go I have money I can pay you just get me out of here.” She ignored him and quickly jabbed the needle into his vein. He grunted from the sharp poke and pleaded, “Please… “
“It looks you do have some manners bitch, that’s good because I won’t tolerate bad manners, no sir.” She moved in closer her face inches away from his. “Now say it bitch, say you will be a well mannered bitch for Rhonda.” Jacob was enraged at being talk down this way and he repeated again, “Let me go, you can’t do this, you are all going to prison.” Rhonda the nurse shook her head, “Seems like I’m gonna have to teach you manners white boy.”
“The drugs I gave you will be working in about twenty minutes so I have time for a little fun.” She moved to the side of the bed and held down a button. The bed then started to tilt, with his head going toward the ground and his legs going higher in the air. Soon he was at a 45 degree angle. “What are you doing to me?” Shaking her head again she said, “Old fool do you actually have Alzheimer’s? I told you I was going to teach you proper manners.” Grabbing a chair she sat down next to her patient and started to remove her shoes. With his head near the ground because of the angle of the bed he caught the stench as soon as she removed her foot wear.
“I’ve been working all day and I need a break, so I’m gonna rest my feet on your ugly old face.” Her socked feet were placed on Jacob’s face and the smell grew worse. He tried to turn his face away but he was still weak and she was strong. Putting the balls of her feet right onto his nose she let out sigh, “Ah this is the life!” The raw repugnant odor threatened to make the 79 year old nauseous he cried out again for help with as much vigor his weak voice could muster. “No one is going to help you bitch.” He continued to cry out and scream, someone HAD to help him!
She sighed, “Here I am trying to relax and you are making a fuss, I see I got a lot of work to do with you.” She removed her feet from his face. Jacob drew in sweet undefiled air. Rhonda removed her socks from her feet and then turned one inside out. “Since you won’t be quiet like a good little bitch on your own I’m going to have to shut you up.” Jacob kept his mouth closed knowing what this cruel nurse was about to do. It did not avail him as she grabbed a hold of his jaw with a firm grip. “Open up bitch!” With her hands she forced his jaw open and stuffed her sweaty rank sock into his mouth. She quickly took medical tape and sealed his lips shout preventing him from spitting them out. Helpless with his entire body bound to the bed he moaned. The taste of her filthy sweaty socks was terrible. “Much better, now I can take my break in peace.”
Rhonda replaced her feet on his face. She massaged her feet using his lined face. Jacob felt his face grow damp from the nurse’s foot sweat. Utterly disgusted by the twin violations of horrible taste and smell Jacob prayed for relief. “Next time I bet bitch will be more polite.” Rhonda leaned back and relaxed, getting massaged by the contours of the elderly man’s face and enjoying the cool flow of air from his nose as he inhaled and exhaled. For ten minutes Jacob suffered underneath her feet and she ignored him completely. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening to him Jacob Larson, Type A personality, successful business man, and pillar of the community! This wasn’t right!
But it soon grew worse. “Well bitch, the drugs I gave you will soon put you in a cationic state for when the lawyer arrives, so let’s get a quick lesson in.” Using her toes she clamped down on his nose cutting off all oxygen. “I am not just your nurse, bitch, I am your Master, your Goddess, I hold your life in my hands. Well actually my feet right now hah ha.” Jacob tried to tilt his head to get in some air, he wasn’t a young man he couldn’t hold his breath for long. “Squirm if you want bitch, you are a weak old man and you ain’t going no where.” Her ebony feet had complete control over his air, he realized if she wanted to she could end his life right now. “I love the look of fear in your eyes bitch that gets me so damn horny, too bad I’ve already given you the shot.” She released her vice like grip just a moment for him to take a short sharp breath of stinky air.
She cut off his air again and said, “I’m gonna love playing with you, but first your lawyer wants to see you. And you’ll be in a nice vegetable like coma. With Jessica weeping over your bedside he’ll have no problem helping her fill out the necessary paperwork to make her your legal guardian.” With a ferocious grin she leaned down, “And that means I get you to play with, how does that sound?” She let him sniff in a bit more oxygen. “I thought you would agree, oh we will have so much fun together, Rhonda and her wrinkly old bitch.” Jacob tried to scream through his sock gag.
“Oh now don’t worry I’m sure Jessica will enjoy visiting you too, she don’t like you much.” She hadn’t given him oxygen in over a minute now and Jacob’s lungs burned with the need for air. “Lights out bitch, when we wake you up next Jessica will be your legal guardian and control every last red cent you own.” And with those words Jacob lost consciousness.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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