KO Kandi – “From Bad to Nurse”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over. She stretched out her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38, frame and shook her head of honey-blonde hair. “Wha- what’s going on?” she asked, opening her dazzling blue eyes and looking around in confusion, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she recalled was being rendered senseless by her Nazi Nurse, Freida Mueller. Sitting up, she saw that she was in one of the hospital’s physical therapy rooms and that the floor was covered with thick pads. She also realized that she was wearing nothing but her leopard-print bra and panties. She was a bit startled to see Nurse Mueller and Nurse Wilson, both of whom were likewise clad only in their bras and panties, but they both also had on their usual white fishnet stockings. The nurses were standing near the wall, quietly talking. Nurse Mueller was a beautiful Aryan Amazon, standing at close to 6’ and measuring an impressive 42D-30-42 with bright blue eyes so light in color they were almost white and natural blonde hair done up in a single long braid that was wound into a bun on the back of her head. The muscles on her arms bulged as she stepped forward, as did those on her white-stockinged legs, and Kandi fearfully recalled being trapped in their merciless grip just before she passed out. Nurse Heather Wilson, in sharp contrast to the two big blondes, was an averagely pretty Scottish woman in her mid-twenties with long brunette hair that was pulled back in a pony tail, sparkling hazel eyes, but with lips that any man would gladly risk choking to death for in order to receive mouth-to-mouth from her. She was shorter than both Kandi and Freida, standing at just over 5’ 5” and measuring 34B-24-36.

“Ah, good, you’re a-vake, Miss Kane. Now the therapy session can begin,” Freida said as she and Heather approached the cowering bimbo.

“Listen, you two bitches don’t want to do this,” Kandi said, scrambling to her feet and backing away from the pair of nurses. “If you lay a finger on me I’ll sue this place for malpractice and see that neither of you never work as nurses again!”

“No, Miss Kane, you vill do no such thing.”

“I won’t?” the slut asked fearfully.

“No, you von’t. And I vill tell you vhy. Do you vant me to tell you vhy, Miss Kane?” Freida inquired, continuing to advance towards the backpedaling whore. Kandi cautiously nodded her empty head and the German said coldly, “Because if you say anything about vut happens in this room, ever, to anyone at all, and it results in any disciplinary or legal actions being taken against us or this hospital, I vill personally hunt you down and beat you to vithin an inch of your miserable pampered life and then I vill take you to a cabin in the woods and make you my personal slave for the rest of your short, unhappy life. Is that clear, Miss Kane?” The bimbo nodded slowly, her mouth hanging open in a combination of shock and fear. “Good. Now, I don’t vant you to get the wrong idea, Miss Kane, Nurse Vilson and I are simply going to use you to work out some aggressions your stay has caused to fester within us. As I said back in your room, this is a sort of therapy for us, a cleansing exercise, if you vill. Once we have finished and you have left the hospital, let us hope for all our sakes’, but especially yours, Miss Kane, that neither of us ever sees you again. Understood?” And once again Kandi nodded dumbly, too stunned to do anything else. “Excellent. Now then, my own experience and skills involve traditional Greco-Roman wrestling, vitch is not wholly unlike the pathetic rolling around you do in your silly so-called catfighting videos, so there vill be no surprises there. Nurse Vilson, on the other hand, is a boxer. That is to say, she uses boxing techniques to keep in shape but has never actually donned the gloves against a person before. Therefore, you two should be fairly evenly matched in that contest, judging by the examples in your foxy boxing videos. Except that you won’t be wearing ridiculous, over-sized gloves. You’ll both be wearing 10 oz. gloves and mouth guards and vill continue until one woman is knocked out. But, before you and Nurse Vilson have your match, you and I vill have ours. Are you ready, Miss Kane?” she asked, dropping into a defensive crouch.

In response, Kandi rushed at the big German, hands extended claw-like in front of her and going straight for the Aryan Amazon’s eyes. But Freida was too smart to fall for such an obvious assault and she easily ducked beneath the outstretched arms and drove her shoulder into the slut’s mid-section and then power-slammed her onto the mat. Then, like some giant spider, she scrambled on top of the winded whore and locked her bulky thighs around Kandi’s head and applied as much pressure as she dared while she very deliberately placed her right elbow in the bimbo’s solar plexus and then struck her left hand sharply against her right hand, plunging the bony knob of the elbow into the flabby flesh and causing all of the air in the blonde skank’s body to expel itself in a single agonized “Whoosh!” When the trapped tramp gagged and tried to suck air into her lungs, Freida repeated the move, driving the elbow even harder and deeper into the big bitch’s belly while squeezing her legs even more tightly around the bimbo’s head, applying pressure that was just short of crushing it like a ripe melon and causing Kandi to beat against her legs pitifully with her fists.

“This is too easy,” Freida said, releasing the bitch and standing up. “Come on, Miss Kane, I know you can do better.”

Kandi greedily sucked air into her oxygen-starved lungs and climbed slowly to her feet. She charged the German again, but this time she went low, hoping to take the bigger woman off her feet. “Ugh!” the whore grunted when she rammed her shoulder into Freida’s lower leg and was stopped dead in her tracks, as if she’d tried to tackle a tree to the ground. The Aryan Amazon laughed and reached down and grabbed hold of Kandi’s panties and gave them a good hard yank, delivering a stunningly painful wedgie to the stupid skank, while slightly parting her legs so that the slut’s neck was trapped between her calves.

“Crush her head, Freida!” Heather shouted excitedly.

The German nodded and flexed her legs so that her calves ballooned up to the size of softballs and Kandi began to gag as oxygen was once more denied her. Freida laughed and then bent over and looped her arms around the gasping bitch’s waist and lifted her up until she was on her knees and her head was again trapped in between the German’s massive thighs. She then rotated the bimbo’s body until her flat stomach was facing upwards and then reached around behind her and grabbed a handful of Kandi’s blonde hair and pulled it, forcing the slut’s head up and burying the bimbo’s nose in her crotch. Freida then dropped her full weight down on the blonde whore and ended up sitting squarely on her face. Kandi struggled weakly and was on the verge of passing out when Freida stood up and placed one foot on her massive chest and raised her arms in victory as Heather applauded excitedly.

“That was marvelous, Freida!” she said, rushing over and hugging the big German.

“I trust I left enough for you to satisfy your own aggressions, Heather,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder to where Kandi had rolled over onto her stomach and was holding her head in her hands and moaning.

“Don’t worry. I just want to get one solid lick to that bitch’s face to pay her back for sucker punching me. I intend to make short work of our rude friend,” the little brunette said as Freida helped her on with her gloves.

“Oh, I hope you vill punch her more than just once!” the German exclaimed.

“Well, okay, just for you, Freida, I’ll play with her a bit before I knock her nasty ass out colder than the bodies in the morgue,” the smaller woman said with a laugh. “Better help her on with her gloves now so we can finish this and get her back to her room before anybody notices.”

Freida nodded and assisted Kandi with her gloves. “This should be easy,” the slut smirked, gazing over at the petite brunette as the German laced up her gloves.

“Don’t underestimate her skill or strength, Miss Kane. Nurse Vilson is tougher than she appears,” Freida said, noting with satisfaction the doubt and fear that danced in the bimbo’s blue eyes. She shoved in the mouthpiece and then walked over to Heather and winked as she placed the guard in the nurse’s mouth.

As soon as Freida moved out of the way, Kandi rushed forward, sending a looping right at Heather’s head. But the nurse dodged the clumsy attack and ducked low, powering a left/right combination into the bitch’s unprotected gut. Kandi backed away, but kept her guard up so that Heather’s follow-up to her chin was blocked. The blonde swung wildly at the nurse again, this time aiming for her chest, but Heather danced aside and connected with a beautiful right cross to Kandi’s chin that snapped her head and turned her legs to jelly. But, just as she’d promised Freida, Heather didn’t go for the easy knock-out, opting instead to pepper the big bimbo’s belly and tits with a dizzying array of rights and lefts that not only shocked her back to full consciousness but kept her on her feet besides.

“That’s it, Heather, verk those tits!” Freida encouraged.

Nurse Wilson nodded and sent a couple of hard shots into the soft mound just below Kandi’s panty line, doubling her over, and then launched a terrific from-the-floor uppercut to her chin that sent the bitch staggering backwards until she struck the wall. Before she could slide to the floor, Heather rushed over and straightened her up with some nasty upward blows to the bottom of her breasts, hitting them so hard that they popped free of the bra. A wide grin on her luscious mouth, she drove punch after punch directly into the nipples, flattening the big whore’s jugs. When Kandi tried a half-hearted swing at Heather’s face, the little brunette ducked low and then fired a cuntbusting uppercut between her spaghetti-like legs, causing the slut to scream and stand on her toes.

“Good one, Heather! Hit her there again!” Freida called out.

Heather giggled and then dropped to her knees and began snapping off rights and lefts into Kandi’s crotch as if the big whore’s pussy was a speed bag. Then, she slowly worked her way up the bimbo’s body, busting her in the belly with a dozen solid punches before resuming her work on the bigger woman’s much bigger tits, pancaking them with deliberate and crushing blows that landed directly on the thumb-sized nipples and pressed them agonizingly into the areolas. Finally, seeing that Kandi was nearly out on her feet, she stepped back and fired a mighty shot right on the point of the big slut’s chin.

Kandi’s mouthpiece flew from her mouth and she slowly fell over, tumbling to the mat in what seemed to be slow-motion. Heather looked down at her, noticing that the crossed eyes did not blink, and then observed with no small amount of relief that the whore’s chest was rising and falling. Sighing, she placed her foot across the beaten bitch’s throat and raised her arms in victory.

Freida ran over and hugged her. “Now, aren’t you glad you didn’t go for the quick knock-out?’ she asked. Heather laughingly agreed and then the two nurses hauled the unconscious slut up and into a wheelchair and quickly took her back to her room and tucked her into bed. As they were leaving, Dr. Brown, Kandi’s attending physician, walked in and looked questioningly at the sleeping blonde.

“She had a tough therapy session, Dr. Brown,” Freida explained.

Dr. Brown nodded and walked back down the hallway as the two women giggled quietly and headed back to the nurse’s station.