The Naughty Nurse (SDR2/DR3:MH)

WARNING: This paste contains Non-consensual sex (unless you accept the optional ending as canon)

	Your eyes flicker open, and the first thing you notice is the tightness. The tightness and the dark. You blink and a few more hazy details shift into focus; bare walls, a rubble coated floor, and a single, solitary light bulb flickering above you. You move to reach up and rub your eyes free of the irritating haze of sleep, but your arms don’t move. You try to bend your knees, but you can’t.  You try to flex your fingers, but you can’t.
		You try to scream in horror, but you can’t.
	You crane your neck as far as it’ll go, a dull pain throbbing through your head. All you can see of your own body is a patchy cocoon of bandages tightly wound around you, binding you to yourself. You try to struggle; to tug, to stretch, to break. Nothing works. You heart quickens with each failed attempt, your head rolling across your shoulders as you desperately search for… for what? There’s nothing you could reach, nothing that could set you free. You’re trapped.
		Helpless.
	And then you hear them. The footsteps. They’re light; almost gentle. And they’re the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard. Soon other sounds join their chorus; excited giggles and desperate panting. You try to crane your neck again but all you see is your linen prison. A metallic creaking fills the room, and a harsh light floods your vision for a painful second. You ram your eyes shut, a second creak and a faint thud signalling the retreat of the light. You flicker your eyes open once more, and your breath catches.
	Her hair is ragged and ill-cut; like she’d been accosted by a gaggle of school children with blunt scissors. It hangs past her waist, brushing along the tops of the stocking and bandages wound down her otherwise naked legs. Her mockery of a nurse’s uniform clings tightly to her frame, straining and stretching across ample assets as she crawls oh so slowly over your body. She mounts you, a naked arm firmly pressed beside your head as the other, bandaged as tightly as you, holds a syringe filled with terrifying liquid. But what draws your eye most is her face; contorted in sick pleasure, a thin line of drool running down the side of her mouth even before her sadistic work has begun. Her skin is flushed red; dotted with glistening sweat drops dislodged by her shallow, needy breathing.
	Your heart threatens to tear itself from your chest as the syringe slowly descends. Your eyes beg, widening to saucers, pleading with her to stop this. Either she can’t see, or she doesn’t want to. Your breath catches as the sharp pinch pierces your neck, every thought in your head a silent scream. She lets out a shuddering moan as you both watch the liquid disappear inside you; her thighs clenching tightly around your waist. Slowly, she withdraws the needle, tossing it aside carelessly. The sharp crack of it shattering drowns out the last vestiges of coherent thought you have.
	She presses her body onto yours; the soft flesh and blistering heat enveloping your senses. She stinks of arousal as her hips grind against you own, shuddering with every breath. You shiver in tandem as her tongue flickers along your neck, lapping up the beads of blood emerging from your pin-prick wound. She gives a single, slow grind punctuated by a long groan and you can already feel yourself straining involuntarily against your bindings. She slides back onto her knees, straddling your waist. You can feel your own heat growing against hers as she slowly undoes every button on her uniform, each one straining and threatening to break away as its predecessors are freed. She lightly tugs away the loose material and arches her back, letting the too-small garment slide off her shoulders as her breasts drop free. She suckles on the index finger of her naked hand before drawing a glistening line of drool down between the valley of her bountiful bosom, across a taut stomach covered in a myriad of faint surgical scars and down to her well-kept and thoroughly sodden cunt.
	She gasps and tenses as her finger brushes along her nether lips, a few drops of her nectar staining the bandages holding back your own arousal. She shakes with each movement of her slick digit against her cunt, occasionally grinding herself down upon the soaked rigidity of your cock with a long moan. Her bandaged hand roughly gropes and kneads her breast; rolling and tugging the hardened nipple with thumb and forefinger almost painfully. All the while she never loses the look in her eyes; that look of blissful hunger and wanton abandon that leaves you permanently on the line of erotic terror. She wants you. She needs you. And you’re going to satisfy her no matter what.
	Your own skin is almost as flushed as hers as the heady mix of erotic sensation and chemically induced heat stifles your mind and furiously arouses your body. Half of you is screaming to run and the other is begging you to rip free and take this teasing harlot like an animal. You struggle against your bonds, grinding against her cunt and thighs; at first involuntarily, but soon your throbbing need drives you in sync with her. A slight smile tugs at the sides of her open mouth as she pulls her glistening fingers form her cunt, leaning forward and pressing them against the bandages wrapped across your mouth; the smell of her sex wafting enticingly upwards. You feel something tug at the bindings around your waist and for a few seconds your cock is exposed to the air, before being enveloped in hot, tight wetness.
	She shudders against you as you enter her, eyes rolling back slightly in her head as she takes the whole length. She locks her eyes with yours, rolling her hips along your shaft with little squeaks and moans. You feel your own hips move back against hers; begging her to continue. It isn’t long before she’s again upright, the sound of her ample arse smacking against your thighs and her cries –nay, screams- of pleasure filling the room. Your own shallow breath is punctuated with muffled growls and moans whilst you desperately attempt to thrust upwards. Your eyes dart across her pleasure-wracked body; her heaving chest jiggling with each movement, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as what little remains of her mind is overtaken by pleasure, her hands clutched tightly around your shoulders as she steadies herself against her own erotic onslaught… each new sight, sound and sensation contributing to the wonderful pressure building inside you.
	Her wild bucking stops with a violent thrust upon your shaft and a scream of ecstasy. The orgasmic spasms wrack her body, the shudders clenching and rubbing and squeezing your cock until they pull you over the edge. You thrust upwards with as much force as you can muster, letting yourself be drained by her pleasure as the pressure bursts forth. You shudder, briefly flickering on the edge of consciousness, before collapsing back into the folds of your prison. Your ears are filled with heavy panting and heartbeats as darkness tickles the edge of your vision. The last thing you see before your eyes droop closed is her; looking down at you with that same hungry look from the beginning, lovingly running her fingers along the soft scars littering her stomach. You swear you hear a satisfied sigh, before unconsciousness takes you.

OPTIONAL ENDING
	You awaken to her vigorously shaking your shoulders, little tears budding in the corners of her eyes. She whimpers and panics and rambles; something about saline, something about her performance, but most of all apology after apology. You smile weakly, gently pulling her to you and planting a reassuring kiss upon her forehead. She did great, you tell her, as you pull her into your arms. She rests her head upon your shoulder, still sniffling as she tugs away the last remaining bindings. The two of you just lie there for several moments as you gently shush her, your hand instinctively stroking along her messy hair. You plant another kiss on her head, and whisper a thank you. She smiles shakily back, burying her face deeper into your chest with a murmur. You murmur back, your heart warming as her smile grows stronger.