KO Kandi – “Registered Curse”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over, her left arm flopping against a cold steel bar in the process. She stretched out her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38, frame and sniffed curiously at the odd, antiseptic smell that caused her nose to crinkle with annoyance. Scowling, she slowly sat up and shook her head of honey-blonde hair, and then opened her dazzling blue eyes and looked around to see where she was. The last thing she recalled was being beaten senseless by some redheaded Irish bitch in the parking lot of the grocery store. She blinked in response to the glaring overhead lights and finally realized that she was in a private hospital room.

The big bimbo sucked in her breath and then looked down at the ace bandage wrapped tightly around torso, just under her large breasts, and winced at the reminder of the numerous punches her ribs had taken recently. She carefully reached over and grabbed her purse off the bureau next to the bed and pulled out a hand mirror, gasping when she saw how battered her face was. She had cuts and bruises on both cheeks and a nasty gash on her chin, plus it looked like one of her teeth had been knocked out, judging from the gap between two of them. Her right eye was practically swollen shut and her nose had a thick bandage over it. Grimacing in disgust at the money this would cost her while she took time off to heal, she was just removing her cell phone when the door opened and a pretty nurse with long brown hair opened the door and then stopped in her tracks when she saw that the blonde was awake. “Oh, glad to see you’ve regained consciousness, Miss Kane,” she said with a professional smile and a slight Scottish accent. The name on her tag read ‘Heather Wilson, RN’ and she was in her mid-twenties at the most. “The police have been waiting to talk to you.” She abruptly turned and said to someone out in the hall, “You can come in now, Detective Gage. I’ll be back once the detective is through with you to see to your dressings.”

Kandi was about to protest when a tall, handsome man wearing a dark suit walked in. He politely nodded to Nurse Wilson as she walked out and then turned his soft, brown eyes to the blonde in the bed and Kandi abruptly shut her mouth and flashed him her most stunning smile, forgetting for the moment how badly beaten up she was. Detective Gage smiled back, politely ignoring the big blonde’s gap-toothed grin, and walked over to the bed and pulled his badge out and showed it to her. “Miss Kane, I’m Detective Gage and first of all I want to thank you for detaining Miss Lough long enough for the police to respond to the bank alarm. That was a very brave, if somewhat foolhardy, thing to do as Jessi Lough is one of the most dangerous women in the world and has been on the FBI’s ten most wanted list for over a year. At any rate, I just wanted to clarify a couple of things and then I’ll leave you to your recuperation,” he said easily, pulling a chair from the wall and placing it next to the bed. “So, I guess the first question I have is what tipped you off that Miss Lough had robbed the bank?” he asked, sitting down and looking into her blue eyes.

The bimbo swallowed hard, feeling her throat suddenly go dry, and stammered out, “I, that is, she bumped into me and dropped her purse and made me drop my groceries. When I was picking them up I saw a gun and a bunch of money in her purse,” Kandi explained, never taking her eyes from the handsome detective.

“I see. And why did you attack her, instead of just calling the police?” Gage asked, nodding and making some notes on a small pad.

“She pissed me off,” Kandi said with a shrug. “I knew I could take her easy. See, I do-“

“Catfighting and foxy boxing videos,” Gage finished for her, consulting his notes. “Yes, I know. Not to be indelicate, Miss Kane, but it looks like she beat you pretty badly and the only mark on Miss Lough is her broken wrist. And she claims to have received that when she accidentally punched out an SUV’s window while aiming for your head.”

“Yeah, well, I was having what you might call an off day, you know what I mean?” the blonde replied. “Ordinarily, I’d have wiped the parking lot with her. You ever seen any of my videos, Detective?” she asked, batting her eyes in a ridiculous effort to be coy.

“Um, no, I can’t say that I have, Miss Kane,” Gage replied, tugging awkwardly at his collar. “Well, I guess that will be all for now. Please, give me a call if you think of anything else that might be important. I doubt you’ll be called to testify at her trial since we have plenty of witnesses from the bank, so this should end your official involvement in the case. Let me just thank you once again for detaining Miss Lough, but ask that in the future you leave the criminal-catching to the police. Fair enough, Miss Kane?” He stood up and handed her a card with his name, phone number, and e-mail address on it.

“My crime-fighting days are over, Detective Gage. Cross my heart,” she added, running her finger across her chest, partially opening the flimsy gown in the process and smiling at the way Gage’s eyes were instantly drawn to her exposed breasts.

The detective shook his head, forcing himself to look away from Kandi’s tits, and said hurriedly, “Glad to hear it. Good day, Miss Kane.” He abruptly turned and left and the blonde bimbo giggled and placed the card in her purse.

As the slut rolled back over, the little brunette nurse came back in. “All right, now that the detective is gone, what say we take a look at that nose, hey?” Heather said, closing the door.

She began to remove the bandage from the whore’s nose but Kandi batted her hands away. “Ouch! Watch what you’re doing, you clumsy cow,” she snarled.

“Miss Kane, this is for your own good and I really don’t think insults are necessary or appropriate,” Heather said patiently, once more trying to remove the bandage.

This time Kandi hit her in the chin and knocked the surprised nurse to her ass. “I told you to be careful, you dumb cunt!” Kandi howled.

Heather shook the cobwebs from her head and climbed slowly and angrily to her feet. “Have it your way, Miss Kane,” she said, exiting the room.

A little while later, the door opened and a huge shadow fell across Kandi as she talked on the phone to her boss. She’d explained her situation to him and while he wasn’t pleased by the delay in shooting her next video, he also knew that he had no choice but to wait for his star’s wounds to heal. “Gotta go, Jerry,” she said, quickly hanging up the phone. “Well, back to do it right this time?” the slut said with a grin as she turned towards the door. “Hey! What happened to the little one?”

“Nurse Vilson has been reassigned. I vill be seeing to your needs from now on, Miss Kane, and I expect no trouble from you, is that clear?” the woman said with a definite German accent. The name on her tag read ‘Freida Mueller, RN’ and she 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 hunched fearfully in her bed when she reached out and grabbed the blonde whore’s right arm and fastened it to a restraining band on the side bar of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Kandi whimpered when the big blonde reached across her body and casually secured her other arm in the same fashion. “You can’t do this to me, you Nazi bitch! I’m a fucking hero!”

Freida glared at her dispassionately and said simply, “You may be a hero, Miss Kane, but so long as you continue to physically assault the hard-verking nursing staff of this hospital, the restraints vill remain in place. And, should the verbal barrage continue, you might very vell find yourself gagged as vell,” she added, reaching over and removing the bandage on the bimbo’s nose, ignoring the stream of curses that erupted from Kandi’s mouth as she continued to work on her wounds.

The next week was pretty much a living Hell for the busty whore as Nurse Mueller not only saw to her many wounds, but was also in charge of her physical therapy sessions. Kandi complained to her attending physician, a man just this side of sixty named Dr. Brown, but he had dismissed her whining and told her that Nurse Mueller was the best physical therapist in the hospital. The only relief Kandi got from the Aryan nightmare was during the night shift, when a greasy male nurse named Vincent Torelli saw to her needs. If anything, Vinnie, as he insisted she call him, was even worse than Nurse Nazi, as Kandi had taken to calling Freida. He was obviously a fan of her work and had asked for her autograph on the first night. By the third night he had her signing copies of her videos and tried repeatedly to get her talk about some of her matches while he sat very close and stared openly at her chest while his garlic breath practically gagged the blonde bimbo. By the time Nurse Mueller showed up in the mornings, Kandi was almost happy to see her.

Until the physical therapy sessions started at any rate.

Therapy consisted of what Kandi considered to be a brutal combination of massage and stretching exercises. They began with the German nurse massaging the slut’s back, working her powerful fingers deep into the muscles and bringing squeals of pain from her patient, as well as a flood of invectives. When Kandi felt like her back had been pulled and twisted and beat upon to the point she couldn’t take any more, Freida moved to her legs and not only massaged them but also bent and pulled them, working the muscles until they fairly burned. The big slut was a sobbing wreck by the time the Aryan Amazon flipped her over and worked over her abdominals and arms in the same fashion. Then, each session finished with Freida forcing Kandi from the bed so she could lead her in a series of stretches that left the blonde whore not only exhausted, but literally crying from the effort.

On the seven-day anniversary of Kandi’s admission to the hospital, Freida entered her room and announced that this would be her final physical therapy session since the blonde whore was being discharged that afternoon. “It’s about fucking time,” the slut said in response without even looking at the German as she applied bright red lipstick to her luscious lips. “What say we just skip today’s little Gestapo interrogation, then, huh, mein Herr?”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that, Miss Kane. Not when I have such a special therapy session all arranged,” Nurse Mueller said quietly, yet ominously.

“But I feel fine. My ribs are all healed and my cuts and bruises are just pale memories. I really don’t think I need another therapy session,” Kandi sighed, putting the finishing touches on her make-up.

“Oh, you misunderstood me, Miss Kane. This therapy session is for me and for Nurse Vilson, not you,” Freida said with a low chuckle. Kandi slowly turned and saw the Aryan with a smile on her lovely face. The blonde whore scrambled from the bed, but before she could reach the door the big German pulled her up short by grabbing her by her long blonde hair. “Vhere do you think you’re going, Miss Kane?” she asked, yanking the slut back against her chest and then enfolding her in a brutal bear hug. The Aryan Amazon’s firm tits dug into Kandi’s back painfully, but when the bimbo sucked in a breath and opened her mouth to scream, the Freida used that opportunity to cinch her arms even more tightly around the bitch’s torso and the only sound that came from the slut’s mouth was a strangled gasping. The German babe then leaned backwards until Kandi’s feet dangled off the floor and grabbed her left wrist with her right hand and jerked her fists deep into the big whore’s gut.

Kandi’s arms and legs flailed helplessly and her head rolled around like a balloon on a string as she fought to get air into her lungs. As her head snapped back and forth, the back of it happened to strike the German in the mouth, causing her to release her iron grip more from shock than the slight discomfort of the glancing blow. The blonde slut fell to her ass and Freida quickly sat down behind her and looped her legs around the panting slut’s waist and compressed her powerful thighs until it looked like she might literally cut the blonde skank in two with her devastating scissors hold. For good measure, she locked her ankles and then thrust her heels into the helpless woman’s crotch several times.

“S-s-stop…p-p-please,” Kandi begged, trying vainly to protect her pussy from the merciless pounding.

“You’re right, Miss Kane, I must save some for Nurse Vilson,” Freida said, wrapping one python-like arm around her head while the other encircled her neck. She applied crippling pressure to both the slut’s temple and her throat and within seconds Kandi was unconscious from the double sleeper.