After her encounter in the college gym, Abigail managed to get her auxiliary nurse placement changed to the local private hospital. Although she wasn't qualified clinical staff and so wouldn't be carrying out any medical procedures, they needed the help around a couple of the wards and so gratefully accepted her assignment.
Fortunately her uniform was the same as the college's: crisp white tunic dress, tucked in waist (plastic belt), thigh length skirt, white cap and tights. Abigail didn't have any white tights, so she put on stockings instead. She figured that the effect was the same as for tights, so what was the problem. Also, she knew that hospitals got very warm and so thought the stockings would be cooler.
Another problem she had was with her white bra: her last one had gone somewhat misshapen in the gym incident and so she either needed another one or an alternative that she already had. Given the lack of time, she went for the alternative, her white lace basque. This incorporated garter straps to hold her stockings up. Her matching panties went with the basque.
Because her underwear was concealed by the uniform, she didn't have a problem complying with the dress code. She wore her pair of flat soled white slip-ons to complete the uniform. When Abigail got dressed at home, the effect was stunning. Her narrow waist made the skirt flare out, and her large breasts gave the top some real shape. Her nylon clad legs looked great and altogether she looked gorgeous, although she didn't realise herself.
On the first day, she walked to the hospital where she was given an induction and shown some training videos by the hospital personnel manager, then shown to her ward. The supervising staff and other nurses were very friendly and showed her what to do. There were not many patients, but enough things to do to keep her busy.
Soon she started enjoying her work, fetching and carrying, making beds, helping with serving food, assisting the doctors and other nurses with their clinical tasks. The ward was arranged with a central hub where the nurses' station was, with wards and corridors branching off from the centre. Porters and doctors came through on their rounds.
The new, pretty young nurse drew some of the male staff's attention, but nothing untoward. Her trouble started when a young man, a porter came through, wheeling a patient back to their bed. On the way out, he paused at the nurses' station to check her out as she went about her duties. As she bent down to pick something up, he caught a glimpse up the back of her legs, where her short skirt raised up a bit, and admired her shapely bottom as it stuck out. He grinned to himself and wandered off with a plan in mind.
Little did she know that he was a member of a group of four close friends, all young men who worked at the hospital, who called themselves the Jackals. Out of sight of the ward, he group-texted the three others and told them to check out the new nurse on that ward.
During the rest of the of the day, the ward was visited by three young men with slightly spurious excuses.
The first was dressed as a junior doctor and was making an impromptu call to check up on the hygiene standards in the ward. He assured the duty sister that it was completely routine, while he snooped around looking for his victim. He spotted Abigail in the end of one of the wards, making up one of the beds. While he pretended to stoop down to inspect the cleanliness of the floor, he was actually checking her out, especially when she leant forward to pull the sheet over the bed. He glanced up her lovely legs and liked what he saw. He also approved of her full figure. He made his excuses and left.
The second visitor was from personnel and was apparently just "doing a routine check on the new recruit." He took her aside for a chat about how she was settling in and whether she had been adequately briefed of her tasks. While they chatted, he checked out her body, especially noting the lovely swell of her full breasts and the glimpses of her lace bra down the front of her uniform. After the chat, he left.
The third visitor was from supplies just before the shift changed at the end of the day. Abigail was due to leave soon but he came onto the ward wanting to do a quick inventory of the private rooms. Since the other staff were predictably busy briefing the next shift, Abigail was left to show him along the private rooms corridor. He watched her lovely arse sway gently as she led him down the corridor.
When they came to the furthest room, she stopped to let him in, but he politely indicated "her to lead the way and held the door open for her. The room was used to house private clients or patients that needed to be kept separate or quarantined from other patients. She knew this one was empty.
Normally the curtain screens around the bed were drawn back, especially when the room was empty, and she wondered why they were currently left out in this room. As she walked through and the door clicked shut behind them, she found out why.
Suddenly two shapes emerged from behind the curtains and grabbed her arms. She squealed in surprise and the man behind her came up close to her.
She cried out a protest but then felt an object being pushed into her mouth. The guy behind her had inserted a penis gag into her lovely soft mouth. He pushed it in all the way and drew the strap around the back of her head and tightened it. It filled her mouth and held her tongue down, reducing her protests to gurgles and squeaks.
Then the three of them moved her further into the room, holding her arms tightly. A fourth man swept the screening curtain away to reveal a heavy hospital trolley bed with the sides dropped down. The four of them manhandled her over to the trolley and, lifting her up by grabbing a limb each, managed to get her up onto the trolley and lay her down on her back. She struggled against them, but they were all too strong for her.
They had placed a large soft pillow lengthways in the middle which lifted her torso, arching her back and lifting her breasts and bottom up slightly. They pinned her down with her arms down her sides. She tossed her head from side to side, straining against them and pleading to them through the gag to release her, all to no avail.
They fed a leather strap over each wrist, then back through slots in the top of the padded trolley table. When these were tightened and secured from below, it left her wrists completely trapped. They did the same with her ankles, strapping them down firmly to the padded top.
Another strap went over her chest, just below her shoulders holding her upper torso down firmly. Yet another went tightly around her waist, securing her down. More straps went over her arms just above the elbows and over her legs just above the knees. She was now strapped very tightly to the top of the trolley bed, completely immobile and helpless. All she could do was move her head and whimper behind the gag.
She lay there, breathing deeply, making little mewling noises from behind the gag as she tugged on her restraints which didn't budge. The four young men circled around her slowly like a pack of, well jackals, rubbing themselves through their trousers and ogling her lovely young body as she lay helplessly tied down.
Her chest heaved up and down, making her swelling breasts thrust up against the uniform, and giving a reasonable view down her neckline to her cleavage from above. Her skirt was slightly flared from her narrow hips, and because of the angle imposed by the pillow, lifted slightly at the front. They could see the deep lace stocking tops just under the hem of her tunic skirt.
After a while they decided to move her to somewhere more private. They covered her prone body in a large white sheet from neck to toe. Then they raised up the sides of the bed, locking them into position. One of them removed her nurse's cap and undid her lovely wavy brown hair. He let it fall around her head. Now the fact that she was a nurse was hidden under the sheet.
They drew the oxygen mask out from under the trolley and fitted it over her face, holding it and her head still. This largely hid the presence of the gag. They hung a bottle of gas under the trolley and gently fed her a special concoction of gas which relaxed her muscles, but heightened her sensitivity.
Then, after a lookout had given the all-clear, they pushed her out of the room and down to the far end of the corridor, where a back door led into the quiet accommodation end of the hospital. This wing was used for private accommodation while patients were recovering after operations. There was not much traffic, and the porter directed them to a vacant suite.
After unlocking the door, he ushered them inside and then relocked the heavy door again, ensuring total privacy for what they planned to do with Abigail. She was still whimpering and mewling softly from behind the mask, totally unable to move.
Once they had positioned the trolley bed in the middle of the main room, they drew off the sheet, revealing her luscious body again. They slipped her shoes off her feet and undid the straps over her shoulders and waist, taking them off. The gas was still being fed to her and she meekly tried to raise herself up off the surface, but quickly gave up.
After a few more minutes they were satisfied that she had breathed in enough gas, so they turned it off and removed the mask.
Then four pairs of large, soft hands started caressing her body. She felt two on each foot and two on each wrist. The hands all moved up and down the exposed soft skin of her arms and the sheer nylon material of her stocking-clad legs, stroking her gently.
