Angel was starting her second week working at a small hospital. For months, she had been unable to secure a position as a Certified Aromatherapist because most area hospitals preferred traditional medical treatment to holistic approaches, but Angel had gotten lucky when she applied for and was awarded a grant offered by the National Institute For Aromatherapy. The grant, which covered her living expenses for six months and placed her with six medical facilities that were open-minded about the benefits of aromatherapy, required Angel to educate doctors and nurses at the hospitals about aromatherapy by giving group and individual presentations. Angel had hoped for a full year grant, but, she reasoned, even six months would give her experience and provide her with contacts at six different hospitals.

Angel was in the final month of her grant, and the second week at her final hospital. She had spent her first week giving presentations to the day-shift staff as well as demonstrating with patients how various aromatherapy methods could be used to treat stress, anxiety, depression, pain, and a variety of other ailments. After a busy first week at the sixth hospital, Angel was working the night shift for week number two because the hospital wanted the over-night nursing shift to receive aromatherapy training too. Angel was to spend two to three hours each night training one or two night shift nurses; she spent the rest of each night offering patients with insomnia an opportunity to explore aromatherapy’s relaxation benefits as a means of inducing sleep holistically rather than with traditional sleep medications.

Angel looked at the clock on the hallway wall and saw that it was almost 1:00 AM. According to Angel’s schedule, a fourth floor nurse named Leslie Madison was the next nurse scheduled for aromatherapy training. Angel wheeled her briefcase behind her as she approached the fourth floor nurse’s station to introduce herself. “Hi,” she told the nurse behind the desk. “I’m Angel and I’m here to meet with Leslie Madison about the hospital’s new aromatherapy program.”

The nurse behind the desk stood and smiled. “Hi! I’m Leslie! Nice to meet you, Angel.” Leslie and Angel appeared to be a study in opposites. Leslie was dressed casually in a modern nurse’s outfit -- scrubs pants, sneakers and a printed scrubs top with bright flowers while Angel wore a blue blouse, grey skirt, heels and a traditional white hospital lab coat. Leslie looked to be in her early forties, about fifteen years older than Angel. Leslie had short blonde hair and blue eyes; Angel’s eyes, like her long hair, were brown. Leslie also stood about four inches taller than the young aromatherapy specialist. “Kim from the day shift told me all about you and how she enjoyed learning about aromatherapy. I’m really excited about your presentation too. I think traditional medical treatment is important, but it’s also important to try less traditional treatments too, as long as they help the patient.”

Angel smiled and nodded. "I’m glad Kim was excited enough to tell others about my work. Next week, I’m supposed to give a presentation to the hospital Board. I'm hoping that they'll decide to expand the hospital's aromatherapy program,” she said with optimism. "Maybe they'll even hire me so I won't have to worry about applying for a new grant."

Leslie nodded. "I'm sure something good will happen and you won't have to worry about a new grant." 

"Wouldn't that be great," replied Angel with a smile. "Well, Leslie, is now a good time for us to meet?”

“Now's perfect. I just have to let the other shift nurse know I’m going into the training session. It’s about two hours, right?” asked Leslie.

“Pretty close, but it could be a little longer if you have questions,” answered Angel.

“Okay,” Leslie replied as she picked up the desk phone and dialed the number for the other floor nurse's handset. “I’m going for the aromatherapy training now, Connie, and will be back in a few hours,” she said. “Fine. Thanks. I hope so too. See you then.” Leslie hung up the phone and walked around to the front of the desk. “Kim said you used the staff lounge earlier so we can go there too. We shouldn’t be bothered at all at this time of the night.” 

Leslie led the way to a door labeled “Staff Only” and used her key to unlock it. The room had a few couches along the perimeter. Two tables with four chairs each were positioned near the center of the lounge with two cots off to the side near cabinets and a small refrigerator. “I sometimes grab a quick nap in here when I’m on break.”

Angel nodded as Leslie sat at one of the tables and motioned for Angel to sit across from her. Angel wheeled her bag over and sat down. “Okay," she began. "To start, I’m going to show you three methods of aromatherapy treatment and then I’ll bring out some of the sample oils and fragrances so I can show you how each can be used for different treatments.”

“Are there a lot of different oils?” questioned Leslie.

“There are,” began Angel. “My sample case has just a fraction of what's actually on the market. Let me give you a little background first. Aromatherapy traces its origins to ancient cultures which realized that fragrant plants were useful in healing. There’s historical evidence that it was used in ancient China, Egypt and India. Modern aromatherapy techniques though developed in the 20^th century when a French chemist studied the effects of essential oils on diseases and illnesses. This led to others studying it and a theory emerged that the fragrances in the essential oils cause smell receptors in the nose to send messages to the brain that promote healing, affect emotions or reduce pain.” Angel was proud to explain what she had learned while studying for her certification.

“Sounds interesting,” said Leslie, “So show me what you have.” She sat at the table appearing eager to learn.

Angel opened her bag and took out a few things, placing them neatly on the table. “Okay,” she said pointing to a small globe filled with liquid. “This is an aerial diffuser and it works similarly to a vaporizer or humidifier. You add a few drops of an essential oil to water in the tank and then turn on the diffuser. It will create a relaxing mist within minutes. The diffuser method helps reduce stress and anxiety, but it’s also used to relieve insomnia and improve air quality.”

She set the diffuser aside and continued. “Aromatherapy can also be used as part of a massage by adding essential oils to lotions and then rubbing them into the skin. We find this is effective for treating stress, headaches, muscle aches and for general relaxation. Essential oils are also sometimes added to facial creams. People buy unscented facial creams and add one or more of the essential oils. The oils can also be added to hot baths. People with congestion and upper respiratory infections sometimes add essential oils to a basin of boiling water and, with a towel covering their head and the basin of water, they inhale the steam. There are so many ways to use aromatherapy.”

“How about here in the hospital setting?” asked Leslie.

Angel smiled. “That’s why we’re here! For patients in the hospital, we recommend the ‘direct inhalation’ method. Using this method, patients can inhale essential oils in a number of ways – directly from a bottle, from their palms, from a handkerchief or from a cotton-ball. I’m going to demonstrate each of these techniques with you so you’ll know how to use them with your patients.”

Angel put a small plastic case on the table which contained 42 small vials of different essential oils. She chose one and uncapped it. “First, let’s try an easy one directly from the bottle. Just wave it back and forth a few times under your nose while inhaling the fumes and see if you can tell me what fragrance it is,” she said as she handed the bottle across the table.

Leslie did as she was told and smiled, “Peppermint!”

“That’s right,” said Angel. “Peppermint oil is used to promote clear breathing and it also helps with upset stomachs.” She took the vial back and replaced it in the case before removing another vial. “Hold your hand out and let me pour a few drops of this on your palm. Then, rub your hands together and hold them close to your face.” Angel dripped a few drops on Leslie’s hand and the nurse again followed the instructions, rubbing her hands together and then inhaling the oil vapors right from her hands.

“Hmmm,” she said. “I cook with that one. It’s basil, right?”

Angel nodded. “Yep! The oils from basil promote alertness. It’s also such a refreshing smell, isn’t it?” She put the vial back and handed Leslie a Wet-Nap to clean her hands.

Next, Angel took another small bottle from the case along with a cotton-ball. “For this one,” she said as she touched the top of the open vial to the ball of cotton, “You do the same thing as with the bottle method. Just hold it near your nose and inhale.” She passed the cotton-ball across the table. Leslie dropped it but quickly picked it up from the table top and wafted it near her nose.

“I love wintergreen,” said the nurse.

“Very good,” said Angel with another smile. “Wintergreen is used primarily for relaxation and to create a soothing and uplifting sensation.” She took the cotton-ball back and tossed it into the case. “Another way of using aromatherapy with cotton-balls is that you can place the cotton-ball inside a patient’s pillowcase so the patient gets the benefit of the soothing aromatic sensations as he or she sleeps.”

“That’s clever,” answered the nurse. “I wouldn’t have thought to do that. What’s next?” she asked as she yawned and pushed her chair a few inches back from the table. “Excuse me! I guess that wintergreen really was very relaxing,” she said with a slight laugh.

Angel smiled at Leslie’s joke. “Next is the handkerchief method. For this one, I’ll use the scent of lavender. Ancient cultures extracted lavender from plants for thousands of years. It’s known for its calming effects, easing tension and, when used in massage lotions, it can also sooth skin irritations.” Angel took a cotton handkerchief from the plastic case and drizzled a few drops from the purple vial onto the handkerchief. She folded it in half and stretched across the table to hand the handkerchief to Leslie, but because Leslie’s chair was not as close to the table as it was moments ago, the handkerchief fell to the floor. “Sorry,” said the aromatherapist.

“No problem,” responded the nurse. “I’ll get it.” She bent down and reached beneath the table, but instead of picking up the handkerchief, Leslie took another handkerchief from a plastic bag concealed in the pocket of her scrubs. She sat back up, moved her chair closer to the table and pretended to smell the handkerchief. “Angel, are you sure there’s lavender on this handkerchief? I don’t smell anything.”

Angel looked puzzled. “No? That’s strange,” she said. “The bottle is brand new. Let me see the handkerchief, Leslie.” 

"Sure,” said the nurse as she reached across the table to hand it to Angel, but, as Angel reached for the handkerchief, Leslie dropped it on the table and suddenly grabbed Angel’s right hand, pulling it across the table and dragging the smaller woman forward so she practically rested on the table. The nurse quickly picked up the handkerchief with her other hand and pressed it into Angel’s face. “It doesn’t smell like lavender, Angel, but it does smell like chloroform!” she said with excited pleasure as she maintained her grip on Angel’s wrist while keeping the cloth firmly pressed over Angel’s face. Angel struggled to pull free, but she had been caught off-guard by Leslie’s unexpected attack. Angel tried to raise her voice in protest, but that only had the effect of making her breathe in the chloroform fumes from the handkerchief.

“Just breathe in the aroma from the handkerchief, pretty Angel,” Leslie taunted. “You’ll notice that chloroform also promotes relaxation and cures insomnia." She laughed but did not ease her grip on the young aromatherapist, who gradually succumbed to the fumes on the handkerchief and, at long last, lay still atop the table. Leslie held the handkerchief over the poor girl’s face for another minute just to be sure and then put the handkerchief back in the plastic bag which she dropped into her pocket. She pulled out a small hospital handset from another pocket and pressed a few keys. “Connie,” began the nurse. “I have her. It worked like a charm. I’ll need some more time in here so keep covering for me.” She paused for a few seconds, listening. “Sounds good. I’ll get things ready and call you when we’re set. Thanks.” Leslie hung up the phone and locked the door to the lounge.

As soon as she locked the door, Leslie began moving quickly. With Angel sprawled unconscious on the lounge table, Leslie first pulled off the young girl’s heels and tossed them aside. Angel’s grey skirt was next after Leslie unbuttoned it and slid it down Angel’s shapely legs. She then stripped off Angel’s sexy black thong but left that on the table top. Next, the bigger woman easily turned Angel over and laid her facing up on the table so she could unbutton the white hospital lab jacket and Angel’s blue blouse. Leslie struggled a little to lift Angel’s inert body to a sitting position on the table but ultimately she sat Angel up so she could remove the girl’s coat and blouse. Finally, Leslie stripped Angel of her matching black bra, tossing it on the floor with the heels, skirt, jacket and blouse, before easing the unconscious girl back onto the table.

Leslie found herself breathing heavily as she took in the sight of the naked and curvy young woman on the table. She was in a hurry to finish what she had begun, but Leslie could not help herself and soon found her hands exploring Angel’s defenseless body. Leslie stroked Angel’s full breasts, tracing around her areoalas with her fingertips before rubbing her nipples. Eventually, she drew her hands along Angel’s sides and down her legs. 

Angel still did not move, so Leslie positioned the girl’s legs together with her shins hanging over the edge of the table. Leslie watched the rise and fall of the unconscious girl’s chest as she slept and breathed. The sight of her captive’s bare breasts made Leslie tingle with excitement. She wanted to play more with Angel’s body, but she knew time was of the essence and she had to get to work. 

Leslie went over to one of the cabinets in the lounge and took out a box she had placed there earlier. The box contained a dozen rolls of gray self-adherent elastic wrap, which was typically used to secure splints, to support sprains and strains, or as a compression bandage after a person donated blood. Leslie, however, was going to put the wrapping material to another use. She opened the first roll, used a fingernail to peel the starter strip from the rest of the roll and began wrapping Angel’s bare legs together, beginning above her ankles and methodically moving each successive wrap-around up along the girl’s legs. As soon as the first roll was finished, Leslie began a second roll and picked up where she left off until Angel’s legs were covered in the self-adhering gray material from her ankles to her knees.

At that point, Leslie pushed the second lounge table over so it was flush with the first, essentially making one large table. Leslie stood by the side of the tables and pulled Angel’s body backwards so her entire body was on top of the two tables. Now, it was just a matter of elevating parts of Angel’s body so Leslie could continue mummifying her with the gray self-adhering wrap material. Looking around the room, Leslie’s eyes settled on the foam cushions of the couches. She grabbed two cushions and slid one under Angel’s wrapped up legs; she slid the second one under the girl’s backside. Leslie smiled as she easily resumed circling Angel’s legs with the wrapping material, covering Angel from her knees to just below her groin.

As Leslie secured the last bit of material from the second roll, she felt Angel begin to stir. Leslie didn’t seem too concerned though. Instead, she rolled Angel first onto her side and then onto her stomach so she now rested facedown on the two cushions. Leslie moved Angel’s arms together behind her back and used a third roll of the gray wrapping material to bind them together from her wrists up to her elbows. Then, using a fourth roll, she wrapped Angel from her elbows to her upper arms.

Angel began stirring even more after her arms were secured, which prompted Leslie to unfurl wrapping material from a fifth roll. The nurse began winding the wrapping material several times over Angel’s eyes and around her head. “It’s a shame to cover those pretty brown eyes of yours, sexy,” said Leslie, but you’ll be less likely to cause trouble if you can’t see.” She used a pair of scissors to cut the wrapping material after making four turns of it around Angel’s head, completely covering the space between the bridge of the girl’s nose and her forehead.

Now, Angel began moving or, more accurately, she began trying to move. Instead, she found that neither her arms nor her legs would respond. Worse, she also couldn’t see and she was a bit confused thanks to the lingering effects of the chloroform. “Hello . . .” she called. “Is someone there? Anyone? Help!”  Leslie covered Angel’s mouth with her hand to silence the young captive.

“I’m here, pretty Angel. Remember me? Leslie?” She relaxed her hold on the girl’s mouth slightly.

Angel paused and remembered. “Leslie! I remember now! What . . . what have you done to me? Let me go!”

“Let you go? Not a chance, sexy,” came the response from the floor nurse.

“Let me go right now, dammit! You can’t do this to me!”

Leslie laughed.  “Actually, I can do anything I like to you.” And, to prove it, she raised Angel’s wrapped-up arms and spanked the captured girl’s backside four times, delivering two open-handed slaps to each of Angel’s buttocks. They weren’t hard slaps, but they served their purpose in showing Angel that she was completely at the mercy of the older woman.

“See? I can spank you if I want or. . .” Leslie paused before she began lightly brushing her fingernails over the tips of Angel’s toes and the bottoms of her bare feet. “Or I can tickle you.” Angel was very ticklish and began giggling despite the fear she felt. She couldn’t help herself and was soon laughing even harder. Leslie used one hand to tickle Angel’s feet relentlessly as her other held Angel so she wouldn’t fall off the table. Leslie tickled Angel’s feet faster and focused her attention on the joints under Angel’s toes. Angel tried kicking her legs but with them wrapped so tightly, her efforts were futile. Leslie, on the other hand, was far from finished with Angel’s feet. She continued to hold Angel on the table as she tickled the pads of Angel’s feet before moving her fingers between each of Angel’s toes. Angel struggled to avoid Leslie’s tickling but couldn’t. Soon, Angel was laughing hard and was out of breath from the exertion.

“See? You were wrong. I can do whatever I want.” She paused and a mischievous grin crossed her lips. “And right now, I want to tickle you even more, my pretty Angel.” Angel expected Leslie to assault her exposed feet again, but Leslie’s fingers found other targets to tickle and poke – Angel’s stomach, her sides just below her ribcage, her armpits, under her breasts, at the back of Angel’s neck, and behind the trapped girl’s ears. Leslie would have liked to have tickled Angel behind her knees too, but the gray wrapping material already covered those sensitive areas. As the coup de grâce, Leslie rolled Angel slightly onto her side and poked her finger inside the girl’s belly button a few times. Angel laughed hard, turned beet red, and struggled to breathe during the assault by Leslie’s experienced fingers.

Finally, Leslie rolled Angel onto her back again and stood over the table looking down at the girl. She reached for Angel’s breasts and caressed them, stroking them softly at first before using both hands to fondle the brown-haired girl. Angel gasped as Leslie toyed with her, and her protests increased tremendously when Leslie began playing with Angel’s sensitive nipples. Realizing that Angel was beginning to make too much noise, Leslie suddenly pinched one of Angel’s nipples hard. As expected, Angel yelped in pain, providing Leslie with the opportunity to cram Angel’s black thong into her mouth. Before Angel realized what was inside her mouth, Leslie took the roll of gray wrapping material she had used to cover the girl’s eyes and began wrapping it around Angel’s mouth. When she was finished, Angel’s sobs could barely be heard because her entire head was mummified with the gray wrapping material other than for her nose. Leslie leaned over and planted a kiss on her prisoner’s cheek, speaking in a low voice right near Angel’s ear, “Please don't cry, my sexy Angel. Just think, if you liked what my fingers did just now, wait till we get to your new home and I’ll show you what I really can do with my fingers.”

At that moment, someone knocked on the door to the lounge three times fast and twice slow. Connie, thought Leslie. The nurse walked across the room and opened the locked door. The other floor nurse, Connie, stepped inside the lounge and walked over to the table, nodding with approval as she looked Angel over from head to toe. “I thought you’d be finished by now,” said the second nurse as she ran her finger over Angel’s breasts and down to her crotch. “And why is she so sweaty?”

Leslie gave a weak smile. “I wanted to see how ticklish she is.”

Connie chuckled. “And?”

“She’s very, very ticklish. You’re going to love playing with her as much as I did.”

Connie nodded.  “Well, finish wrapping her up. Tracy is almost done with her shift so we’ll have to move fast to get her from here and into Tracy’s ambulance. I’ll ride with her -- to transport the patient and get her situated back home.”

Angel listened to the two women, horrified at what they were saying. Leslie noticed Angel paying attention to them and stroked her breast again. “That’s right, sweetie. We’re taking you to our place. Your new home. Where you won’t have to worry about getting your grant extended or teaching this silly aromatherapy nonsense.” Leslie glanced at Angel’s bag. “Make sure you pack up all of her stuff so there’s no trace of her. In the morning, I’ll complain that she never showed for my 1:00 AM training session.” Leslie picked up the essential oil bottle that contained the lavender and dripped a few drops onto Angel’s breasts before rubbing the oils into her soft fleshy mounds. “Just let these oils help you to relax, honey,” laughed the older nurse.

Connie shook her head. “Stop playing, Les, and finish the job so we can move her when Tracy pulls in.”

Leslie sighed. “Okay! Okay! Okay! I’ll take care of things.” Connie nodded and left the lounge. Leslie grabbed another roll of the gray self-adhering wrap and moved closer to Angel, but, before she resumed the mummification of the young aromatherapist, Leslie reached into her pocket for the plastic bag and handkerchief. “It’ll be much easier to finish the wrapping job if you go night-night, sweet Angel, so have another dose of my kind of aromatherapy.” Leslie placed the handkerchief near Angel’s nose. “As soon as you’re out, I’ll finish wrapping you up and making you into the perfect mummy. I can’t wait till we play again.” Angel shook her head from side to side, protesting into her gag. Thanks to the wrapping around her eyes, Angel never saw Leslie lower the chloroformed handkerchief towards her nose, but once it made contact, Angel began drifting off into a forced slumber again. The last thing Angel heard before passing into oblivion was Leslie’s happy voice telling her, “Just think -- when you wake up, you’ll be home with your three new Mistresses.” 

THE END

Notes:  Before writing this story, I knew nothing about aromatherapy, but I learned a lot about the techniques, essential oils, and history related to aromatherapy from the website of the National Association for Holistic Aromatherapy.