The Nurse's Slave [The End]

Sunlight slanted across the dimly lit staircase. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, but this old building, lacking windows and with an irregular orientation, had long since fallen asleep. It was said to have been built shortly after liberation, once serving as residences for the families of municipal party committee members. After the Tangshan earthquake, it was repaired, and now mostly inhabited by ordinary people, with many rented out to small business owners from other places.

Jing was born here, so he didn't feel any discomfort; time healed all wounds.

A high school sophomore, he was short but well-proportioned, with medium-length hair and a round, childlike face. He was quiet and reserved, possessing a maturity beyond his years. His introverted nature reassured his parents, who worried he wouldn't cause trouble. In fact, both his parents lived in the United States; his mother had been working there to earn money. A year ago, she had arranged visas for her son and husband, but Jing refused to go. He didn't have a clear reason, only feeling that being a second-class citizen in another country was meaningless. He preferred to stay in this dirty, messy house. He used the excuse of finishing high school to stay, and his parents, unable to persuade him otherwise, finally agreed.

Despite his young age, he hadn't lived with his parents since childhood, making him very independent. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it. His mother always said he and his father were cut from the same cloth—both quiet and stubborn. Since his mother went abroad, this house had ceased to feel like a home. His mother's efforts to obtain visas for him and his father were merely a matter of obligation; he could clearly sense that his parents would never be together again.

Often, he felt utterly alone, destined to be uncared for and unloved. As a child, he lived with his maternal grandparents in another city until he was nine, when his grandmother, saying he was disobedient and unruly, sent him back to his parents. The mischievous boy, subjected to his parents' physical discipline, became a different person, living in his own world. His mother called him a born cold-blooded animal. Therefore, to a large extent, he subconsciously wanted to avoid his parents and crowds; this dilapidated, dimly lit house was his refuge.

He placed two bags of freshly bought groceries on the ground, reaching into his pocket for his keys. Since school summer vacation began two weeks ago, going to the market every four or five days had become his main outdoor activity. The rest of the time, he preferred to read, and when tired, tidy up the house or do laundry.

Without even looking, he easily found the key to the front door by feel, unlocked it, and found the hallway inside to be dark and narrow, with no light penetrating except through the kitchen door. Because it was a shared apartment, three families lived together, so each family had their own light switch in the hallway and in their own room.

Actually, Jing didn't need to turn on the lights; he knew this place too well, to the point of knowing it with his eyes closed. He lived in the room on the left, and there were two other rooms on the right. The one closest to the door had been empty for three years; such empty houses were common here, and he had never seen anyone come here. The room opposite his was occupied by a 25-year-old female doctor named Qi Mei, about 1.72 meters tall, quite plump, with a long, oval face, fair skin, beautiful eyes, but slightly upturned corners, and thin lips, so she always had a very serious and stern look.

In fact, Jing knew much more about his female neighbor. He knew she graduated from medical school with a degree in pharmacy, worked as a doctor at Taoyuan Hospital, and even knew she had AB blood type, weighed exactly 52.05 kg, and was recently heartbroken over her ex-boyfriend's name

, He Mo. But he had never spoken a word to her! The reason he knew so much was because he frequently read her diary—by stealth. For a seventeen-year-old boy, sex was no longer a foreign concept. He had his first love in junior high school, though it ended badly. From that time on, he already knew about relationships between men and women, but he was too shy to act on it—just holding hands, hugging, but never even kissing.

The failure of his first love made him even more withdrawn, but the more he suppressed his sexual desires, the stronger they became. Since this female neighbor moved in, he began to mentally project his desires onto her. At first, he would masturbate to anything related to her—her shoes by the door, discarded stockings, even her used toilet paper.

Jing knew he had a fetish, like most men who masturbate; it was a common phenomenon among men, only his was more severe, so he wasn't too worried.

However, he gradually became dissatisfied with just standing in front of her door and fantasizing. One day, she left her key in the door, and Jing spent an entire night making a copy. He was very skillful; his father had taught him to make keys when he was in elementary school because his family was poor, so it was no problem for him.

He began frequently entering her room between 4 PM when he got out of school and 6 PM when the female doctor finished work. He felt like he was discovering a new continent, caressing her silk underwear and stockings, even finding a Shuanghui ham covered with a condom under her pillow, clearly used by Qi Mei for masturbation. Jing often tasted it. He also read her diary and everything else he could find to learn about her, hoping to form a complete image in his mind for his fantasies.

Three months ago, he accidentally discovered videotapes—not just pornographic, but all of them sadomasochistic, all women abusing men, and the number kept increasing, including videos from America and Japan. This was quite a stimulus for Jing; he became instantly addicted to it. In his sexual fantasies, the idea of being abused by women took up an increasingly larger proportion. It reminded him of his childhood. Unlike his father, who would beat him for every little thing, his mother wouldn't punish him at the end of the year. What pained him wasn't the physical pain of his mother's blows on his bare buttocks, but the humiliation of being forced to take off his pants, and the feeling of being beaten for no reason—because usually he hadn't done anything wrong; it was just his mother's year-end routine!

Being ruled by women in his fantasies forced him to confront his most unwanted past, and the combination of sex and this made him completely addicted. As Freud said, when people suffer unbearable pain, they come to love that pain, even finding pleasure in it.

He hurriedly went into his room, put the groceries down, and then went to Qi Mei's room. He had already watched half of a video, but the market was closing, so he rushed there.

However, he was cautious; he knocked on the door again before opening it.

The room was dark, but he dared not turn on the light. Just as he was about to close the door, he felt a sudden flash, and then he lost consciousness. It was as if he had woken from sleep, but without a dream. Jing could sense that quite some time had passed. Everything was pitch black, and the surroundings were completely silent. Had he been taken to the police station? No, the smell was wrong. It was still the same air freshener smell from Qi Mei's room, that jasmine scent. What? Was his eye blindfolded? Was his mouth gagged?

He tried to push the object in his mouth with his tongue, but he couldn't reach anything. He felt it was a hollow, large tube, stretching his mouth painfully. His tongue was stuck inside the tube, so he couldn't exert any force! He tried to shake his head to get rid of it, but it wouldn't budge. The tube in his mouth prevented him from turning his head! Could he only move upwards? Were his hands also fixed to his sides? When he tried to use his hands to help, he realized this. Soon he discovered that his feet, waist, and even neck were also fixed there? He could only lie there motionless!

He remained silent. He knew that if he exhaled, he could make a loud snoring sound through the tube, but he also knew that would be foolish; silence was the wise course of action! His hand at his side could touch his body, and he realized one more thing: he was naked! This reminded him of a video he had seen here, about a woman who kidnapped a male actor she liked, locked him in her basement, and trained him as a slave, a sex object to satisfy her own lust.

Thinking of this, he became excited. He could feel himself erect, very hard, and then he could feel something connected to his penis, something light and weightless. Even more surprising, he felt something blocking his anus!

Time passed slowly as he drifted into a daze. There were sounds overhead, like something rolling, a loud, screeching noise, seemingly very close. After the sound, there was a yawning sound—a woman's voice. Was it Qi Mei? He wasn't sure; he rarely heard her voice, let alone her yawning.

Suddenly, his hair tightened; a hand grabbed it, and he felt his entire body being pulled backward, as if he were strapped to a wheeled cart, the sliding sensation strange.

He was only pulled back a little before stopping, followed by a jumble of sounds—the rustling of fabric, the scraping of slippers. "Damn it!" The voice was soft; the woman was cursing. It was Qi Mei! I can recognize her voice! A splash of water, and the pipe immediately filled with warm water, a faint, musty smell—urine?! No, it had no smell. Without hesitation, he swallowed it; it was very thirst-quenching.

Again, he was pushed back…

He was lost in confusion again…

Perhaps Qi Mei could explain all this; of course she could!

Qi Mei's life was simple, summed up in six words: school, work, and love. She was smart in school, so she easily graduated from university. She was beautiful at work, so she was pampered. But love wasn't so lucky. She had many boyfriends; many pursued her because of her looks, but few relationships lasted. Why? All the boys unanimously said, "She's beautiful, but this lady is too much for me!"

From a young age, Qi Mei was her parents' darling; she was never refused anything she wanted. But this time, she was rejected terribly. Her fiancé, He Mo, broke up with her a month before their planned wedding. Looking at the newly decorated house, she cried bitterly and slammed the door shut.

Before, she could have cried in her father's arms, but now? Since coming to this city for university, her parents could no longer be there to take care of her. She placed all her hopes on this man. Frankly, without his care, she didn't know how she would survive. When she first moved to this old building, she had no idea how to live, but she persevered. Her pride sustained her; she could live without a man, she told herself.

But the man wouldn't leave her alone! And he wasn't even a man! That kid was still in high school!

Actually, three months ago, she discovered this kid sneaking into her room. She remained calm, secretly placing a video camera in the house, recording his every move, intending to hand it over to the police to deal with this little hooligan.

Through the videotapes, she saw what he did in her room: touching her underwear and stockings, reading her diary—all of this infuriated her. He even smelled the urine that hadn't been emptied from her chamber pot! Watching the videotapes, she was furious, but at the same time, she realized she was wet!

Then, things started to get a little abnormal. Jing was spying on her life in her room, and she was spying on Jing's life through the videotapes! This continued until she had recorded seven videotapes!

An idea formed in her mind. She recalled a thesis topic she had chosen when graduating from university: love curses. It was a very strange legend, saying that in the countryside of Yunnan, there was a kind of medicine that, if a girl gave to the man she loved, would make him love her for life.

This was a love curse!

Qi Mei found it both mysterious and romantic, so she disregarded the topic given by her teacher and even went to a remote mountain village in Yunnan herself. But the result embarrassed her. The medicine did exist, and she obtained the formula. Preparing it wasn't too difficult, but the process was...

well, the process was very bizarre. First, the girl needed to take the medicine, then find a man who loved her and was completely obedient to her, and have him consume her secretions, including urine, feces, and everything expelled from his body, to absorb the drug's components. Then, the man had to ejaculate, and only the semen was effective when consumed by someone else. To be precise, it was a drug that controlled the mind. Whether male or female, after taking it, they would be unconditionally obedient and mentally clear, only becoming subservient to the person who administered the drug. It was very magical, but also very impractical! What sane man would eat someone else's feces, saliva, sweat, or even menstrual blood? Therefore, Qi Mei ultimately abandoned this thesis topic. She was too embarrassed to include such things in her thesis; her advisor would surely think she was a perverted sex maniac.

Of course, she knew such men existed. She had read many psychology books, including those about femdom, which describes women's absolute control over men. Such men become these women's sex toys, willing to eat feces or even die for them. Of course, such men are rare; most treat it as a sexual game, and only a very few truly give everything for a woman.

In Jing, Qi Mei saw hope. He exhibited all the tendencies of such men. With proper training, she could conquer his body and soul. He was still a child, making it even easier.

So, she began secretly guiding him into the role of a sex slave, first obtaining many femdom videos from friends abroad…

Finally, the time to act arrived. She returned home earlier than usual that day, coincidentally, as Jing had just gone out to buy groceries. It seemed like fate.

Hiding in the dark room, she unexpectedly knocked Jing unconscious with a stun gun, then anesthetized him with surgical anesthetic gas. This would keep him unconscious for over ten hours. Although such a long coma might impair his intelligence, she didn't care. To her, Jing was merely a tool to be used. Stripping Jing of all his clothes, Qi Mei stared at his well-built body and youthful face. Jing had been bodybuilding since middle school, possessing muscles uncommon for his age. Qi Mei stroked him,

her fingers lingering on his limp penis, which remained limp due to his unconsciousness. Qi Mei had lost her fiancé for over half a year, and her desire for men had captivated her for a few minutes. But she quickly regained her senses. She knew it wasn't the right time; she didn't need to rush. One day, this body would be entirely hers to enjoy, including his soul.

First, she would thoroughly cleanse him, including administering a 200cc enema to cleanse his intestines. She wanted to keep him tied up for at least a few days until the weekend when she would have time to deal with him. She also wanted to temper his temperament during this time, allowing him to adapt. Finally, she plugged his anus with a dildo to prevent feces from leaking out.

Then she secured Jing to an emergency stretcher, which folded up to only 20 centimeters tall and had wheels for easy transport. She had taken it from the hospital's junkyard. After securing his body, she took a medicine funnel, inserted it into his mouth, and secured it to the stretcher with a surgical head fixation frame. The funnel was large and sturdy, completely opening his mouth to prevent him from making a sound and to prevent him from turning his head.

Qi Mei then inserted a urinary catheter and secured the catheter bottle to the stretcher as well. She put an eye patch on him. Finally, she injected him with 20cc of anti-inflammatory medication, a drug the company no longer used because of its side effects, including loss of taste and slight impact on the sense of smell. Such a large dose was enough to cause him to lose his sense of taste immediately!

After all that, it was already 10 p.m., time to sleep, or I'd definitely be late tomorrow!

Waking up early in the morning, Qi Mei reluctantly got out of bed, yawned, stretched, and gradually regained her senses. Then she remembered the little one under the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed Jing's hair and pulled him and the stretcher out, leaving his head above the edge of the bed, his face hidden by the large funnel. She

quickly pulled on jeans and slippers, even pulling down her silk underwear, and squatted over the funnel, but couldn't urinate immediately. It was her first time urinating in someone else's mouth, and she muttered a curse under her breath, "It's just a mouth! It's no different from a chamber pot!" Soon, she started urinating. Jing, due to the medication, had no sense of taste, so she only perceived warm water and smelled a strange odor.

After urinating, Qi Mei kicked Jing and the stretcher back off the bed with her foot. She quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, preparing for work. She kept thinking to herself, "This little guy is quite submissive. He must have woken up early, but he didn't make a sound, not even when I kicked his head and pushed him off the bed."

However, before leaving, she cautiously stuffed her unwashed underwear from yesterday into the funnel opening, into his mouth, to prevent him from calling for help. The atmosphere was strange; the entire process was silent, without even a sound. Jing was surprisingly cooperative.

When she stuffed the underwear into his mouth, Qi Mei glimpsed his erect penis—very beautiful. She smiled coldly, turned, and went to work.

(The End)

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