Chapter 1 - First Day

 

"Hi Alan, I am George, and I look after the volunteers. It is a very small hospital, and you will soon find your way around. The easiest way is to deliver things to the various departments, and that will help you to find the different areas, and help us," A tall effeminate man said, with a welcoming smile.

"Hi George, I was going stair crazy sat at home all day. It sounds great to win all that money, but time lay heavily on my hands, I needed something to occupy my mind, I am glad to be able to help," I said.

"Can I ask how much?" George asked.

"I saved and invested my money, it wasn't millions, but made it that I could retire at forty, with my investments. Please don't tell anyone else, I do not lend money, it is the easiest way to lose friends. Like me for me, or don't like me, I don't care, but I do care when someone likes me for my money, I am comfortably off, not rich," I said.

"Sounds good to me, first job, it is a dead end job, really," he said and laughed, "Sorry, it is just my sense of humour," he added as I looked at him with a blank stare, "I need you to go to the mortuary, see dead end. Ok, they are moving a body this morning and need the release papers. Go out the front door, across the parking area and to the small building on the right hand side of the parking area.

"No problem, and yes, I do see the funny side, your joke, now that I know where I am going. Will there be any dead bodies, lying around?" I asked nervously, I had never seen a dead person before.

"If they are not dead, we are in trouble," he said and laughed, "But no, I know what you mean. There is just the car accident victim and she will be in the fridge, apart from that, you are not allowed to enter, not being medical staff. Just go to the double doors and ring the bell. Someone alive, we hope, will take the papers off you," I laughed with him.

I took the papers and began my walk. It was quite a distance from the rear of the hospital, where I had changed into my volunteer vest, to the mortuary.

I rang the bell and heard sounds from inside the door, which opened a little and a beaming face appeared around the edge, but the smile was put on, you can tell, she didn't seem happy, more nervous.

"I have the papers you need, I am Alan and new here and just finding my way around," I said pleasantly enough.

The door opened wider and I saw a gun pointing at me.

"Inside," a muffled voice said.

"I am just to deliver..." I began.

"I said inside, now do it, or you will be occupying one of their tables," the voice said.

At that moment in time I couldn't see if the voice belonged to a male or a female, it was deep enough to be male, but had a lighter overtone of a female voice. I looked at the gun and decided that sense was the better part of valour, and did as told.

Inside it was poorly lit, and I still couldn't make out if they were female or male, there were four people in there. I knew the Doctor was female she had opened the door to me; I had no idea what sex the other three were.

"I need to know if you are wired or armed, so strip," the person holding the gun said.

"I-I beg your pardon?" I asked incredulously.

"I will not shout, but I will shoot you if you question me again. You heard what I said, now strip," the voice demanded.

I felt I had no choice and began to remove my clothes. One of the three held the gun steady; pointing it at me, as one of the other people the gun person had spoken to quietly came over to me and felt at my naked body, all over. Now I did get a feeling it was meant to make sure I was not wired, but the touch was not form harsh worker hands, they were soft and gentle, my first clue, I was now convinced it was a female that was checking me.

"Tell you what, just to be certain that nothing is hidden, open your mouth," the one with the gun said, and the other person shone a torch in my mouth, "Now bend over the table, legs apart," the gun person said, nastily.

"I-I don't know what you think I might be hiding, but I can assure you, I am not," I said.

"And I am not pointing a gun at you, am I? Question me again and you will know for certain if I am willing or not, now bend over," the gun person said.

Reluctantly I bent over the table and heard the snap of rubber gloves, and then a finger, two fingers, three, four, I moaned as the female doing the internal slipped finger after finger up my arse, uncomfortably, then withdrew.

"Next time I will fist you, and my hand is much bigger than the one that searched you, and I will not be gentle, it will be a fist, and rammed in. I have decided not to kill you, I have another idea," the gun person said, "What sex is the body?" the gun person asked.

"Female, a young lady killed by a hit and run," the Doctor replied.

"And how are you delivering it, are they coming for it?" the gun person asked.

"No, the funeral parlour is busy, and I offered to deliver it in the coroner's van. We are a small community and help each other," she replied.

"Nice, an idea is forming. We came here to borrow you Doctor, and your helper, a nurse I believe. Now we have a surplus person, who can be our security.

I mean to kill you, before you have done as required, would be silly, wouldn't it? But he is not needed, and therefore expendable. If you do not do as told, I will shoot him - an arm, a leg, the other arm, and so on, until you do as told. Now we need a female form to carry out, and you have had the pleasure of watching him strip; now it is your turn, Doctor, you are next," the person with the gun said, pointing the gun at the Doctor.

She gave the person a dirty look, and removed her clothes, and it was for me quite an enjoyable sight, or would have been under different circumstances. She had a pretty face as I said before, a nice bright smile and her breasts didn't need the bra she wore, they were nice and firm and full. She had a trim waist and shapely thighs and buttocks. Yes she most certainly had sex appeal.

"I will give you the honour, come over here and feel at her breasts is there a gun taped under them, they are big enough to hide a gun, aren't they?" the woman with the gun asked me, I nodded.

I sullenly went over to the doctor and hesitated.

"Would you like to find out just how big, my fist is?" the gun woman asked, I grabbed a breast and felt around it, and was it firm, a nice, soft texture and very firm, it made me feel a little randy, but I didn't want to get a hard-on, the circumstances were wrong.

"You don't need gloves, she will now bend over the table for you to check her cavities," the gun person said.

"Taking a risk aren't you? Do you honestly think I would tell you if she had a gun in either of them?" I asked the gun person, beginning to think it was female; a male would have wanted to finger her, themselves.

"Not really, I have not said that we will not check after you. Make sure you tell me if there is a weapon or not. Your comfort and well-being depend on it being the truth," she said.

I moved to the side for a rubber glove.

"Ah, ah, no glove for you, now stuff your fingers up her cunt, then her arse," the gun woman said.

I looked at her, hatred in my eyes for what she was forcing me to do, and pushed a finger up the Doctor's cunt, to a moan, then I pushed two up as directed by the gun person, then three, four, and kept sliding them in and out to the Doctor's moans as she became aroused from my actions. My hand was wet now with her juices as she became more and more aroused. I stopped when told to, as she had said.

"Well Doctor, was that nice being fingered by him, now you will wipe your fingers on her panties and wipe her clit for her as well, and place them on the table, her panties that is, not your fingers, unless you wish to lose them," the gun person said.

I did as told to and slipped my finger up her arse hole, one, two fingers, three, and four. She moaned and moaned as I forced her arse wider and wider open with my fingers, then out and I stepped to one side, whilst the other person with the gun person checked the Doctor's cavities, wiping her gloved fingers on the Doctor's panties.

"You may now put the scrubs back on," the gun person said, the Doctor went to pick up her bra, "Ah, ah, just the scrubs, no under wear," she was told, and got dressed.

I was allowed to wash my hands and then it was the turn of the nurse, and she was also very female, her tits were massive I noticed, as I ran my hands around them lifting them to check right into the crease as told to, then it was her cunt that I fingered, and was she juicy, it ran dribbling through my hand onto the floor. Again to look at she would have been a female I would have liked to take to bed, not as firm breasts as the doctor, but larger, a trim waist and larger hips, but still well within my dreams of a desirable bed partner, and again under different circumstances, this would have been most enjoyable.

I was told to again wipe my hands on her panties, before checking her arse hole, and again the other person checked to make sure, wiping her hand on the panties.

"Look, it would be better on you if you gave in to the police, hand me the gun and I will tell them that you surrendered, and I won't tell them about making me sexually assault these good ladies. You know I am right, don't you," I said, trying to get out of the hole we were in.

"I am tired of listening to your whining voice! "Open it again and those well soaked panties with their juices will be used to silence you!" she told me.

"I-I am just trying to help you," I said.

"Pass me those will you please?" the gun person asked her friend.

The friend handed her what looked like a pair of pliers, grips, but with serrations down the shafts, "Hold him," the gun person told her friend. She grabbed hold of me and held onto me, and the gun person put the grips on my testicle, and began to close it notch by notch painfully, until I cried out. She stood up and pushed the two pairs of panties into my mouth, and then put her hand over it and her friend removed the grips.

"I did warn you, now just how tasty are they, very?" she asked me, I nodded. "Good, had you done as told earlier I would have used cloth. Had you argued more about doing the internal, I would have made you wipe your hand on them after checking their arses. Think on that! Nurse, I need something to keep these in place a large length of broad tape?" she asked the nurse, who did as told. The woman with the gun was using me to show them just how far she was willing to go, to get obedience.

They allowed the nurse to dress again minus her underwear, her panties in my mouth and her bra on the floor.

"We are now going to make this into the dead female, for that we need a bra to create the bust, and we may as well do the job properly. Like I said, your comfort is at stake, put his clothes in a black bag and then dress him. What clothes do we have in here, for him to wear?" the gun woman asked the Doctor and nurse.

The other person left us and returned with a case, not a big one, one you take on the plane with you. She opened it and inside was a complete change of clothes.

"Oh, very sexy," the gun person said, holding up a G-string, "My, I have never seen one so small before, does it cover your clit?" she asked the women in general. The nurse blushed, "I see, going on the tap were you, sorry not tonight. Put those on him, right up the nick of his arse. Wait, what have we here; a suspender belt that goes on first, then these stockings and then the G-String," now it was becoming obvious from her reactions that the gun person was female.

They put the things on me, much to my dismay, a waspy followed. I had heard the name, but never knew what one was, and now I was wearing one. It was pulled very tight, to give me a waist. They found a bag of balloons in the case and filled two with water, which they put in the cups of the bra.

The underskirt was next, and then the dress and her shoes. Luckily I have small feet for a man and she had large feet for a woman, and she wasn't short which helped, they were tight, but just fitted.

It seemed strange to me to dress a corpse before the funeral parlour, but she wanted to make me uncomfortable, and was succeeding.

"Now the make-up and a wig, obviously your face will be covered, but why spoil the ship for half a penny's worth of tar. I told you, I would make you uncomfortable, for not doing as told. Was it worth it, being negative, when any red bloodied male would have jumped at the chance to fondle these ladies?" she asked me, I shook my head, "No, indeed not, and I have just begun. I am a nasty, nasty bitch, when aroused. Are you a transvestite, does it feel good in those clothes, or not?" she asked me, I shook my head.

"What do you want?" the Doctor asked.

"It may have been on the news that three armed men robbed a bank, one was shot. I need a surgeon to remove the bullet from my friend, a nurse to assist, and a means of making them do as told. I didn't think they knew we had arrived here, but he does make a good means to make you do as told, doesn't he? I will not hesitate to shoot him if you do not do, as told. As for now the noise may attract attention, so I am going to make him uncomfortable, by shaming him, and making him wear, those clothes.

"What time were you going to leave, with the body?" she asked.

"In about ten minutes, the funeral director asked me not to arrive before ten," the Doctor said.

"Perfect, you, on the trolley, tie his hands to the rails and tie his knees and ankles together, and his ankles to the trolley, and then cover him with a sheet, and put the straps over the lot, tight," she told them.

I got on the trolley and lay down. The friend of the woman with the gun, used bandages to tie my hands to the side rails. The gun woman stopped her, and lifted my dress up, she took a bandage and wrapped it around and around my balls tight, then pulled on the bandage until I screwed my face up from the ache in the pull. She tied it off, before they tied my knees and ankles, and covered me with the sheet and then strapped that down.

"Now, is that uncomfortable enough, for you to do as told, in future?" she asked me pulling back the sheet, I nodded. "Perhaps not, blindfold him as well, now lie still, you are dead," she added, after I had been blindfolded, and she laughed.

I was wheeled out and slid into the back of the van, and lay there waiting. After several minutes the van started and we were off. It was odd, the feeling, as I lay tied to that stretcher, in the back of the coroner's van. I wondered if it just had two slots, or if there was another slot above or below me. Strange things went through my mind as we drove on and on. I couldn't sleep; I was too much on edge. Nor could I rest, wondering whose body had been where I lay, and more importantly. What was going to happen?

I didn't think the Doctor would allow her to shoot me, which meant that she would do as told, but what comes after that? We know they are all female, and between us, I am sure we could assist the police in their search for them, by giving a decent description of their hideout's location.

Was it to be a one way trip, never to leave alive? Would I be the next corpse in this van?

The van stopped, and much to my relief I felt them remove the bandage around my balls.

One of the robbers had been shot, and it sounded serious. Were we to be kept alive until she was well, or were we expendable, as she said, once the surgeon had dealt with the gunshot wound? There were too many questions and no answers. My mind was in turmoil, I did test the bandages, and I was not going to get free, then again even if I did get free, what could I do?

On and on we drove, 'They must by now be asking questions,' I wondered.

After some time we stopped and there was banging of vehicle doors, the rear doors opened and I heard movement and then we were off again.

It felt like hours before we stopped. I heard the van doors open and close, then nothing. She knew I was safe where I was, there was no hurry to get me out of that miserable vehicle, and the longer I suffered, the more I would be willing to do, as told.

I had heard the Doctor say that to leave my balls, or testicles, as she put it, tied up for too long would do damage, they could even fall off, if left for too long, which was why I presumed they had stopped. Nothing was said; I just felt them remove the bandage.

At long last the rear door opened, and there were shuffling sounds then it closed again. My heart sank. How long were they going to leave me like this? Forever, until I died of thirst and hunger?

The rear doors opened again and I was slide out and carried inside, across a room from the sounds of the television and down a corridor a short way, and then down a set of stairs. I heard a door open and then I was put down. They undid the straps and removed the sheet, and I guessed stood there looking down on me.

I felt them put a collar around my neck, and then they undid my wrists and rolled me off the stretcher onto my face, they pulled my hands behind my back and shackled them, they then rolled me back onto my back and removed the blindfold.