Abuse of nurses

Chapter 1 The Painful Break Room

"Ah!"

Halfway through the monthly medical meeting, Fujiwara Nami, sitting in the corner wearing a white nurse's cap,
suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong? Nami-nee? You look terrible."

Her colleague, Fujika, sitting next to her, asked in a low voice with concern.

"N-nothing...it's probably just a bit of a headache because the air in the meeting room isn't very good.

I'll go outside for some fresh air. If you feel a little unwell, please take a look." Lightly
rubbing her forehead, Nami left quietly through the back door, looking slightly disheveled.

After the meeting, the medical staff returned to their work stations and got busy again.

Feeling unwell, Nami rested for a moment at the nursing station table, a
faint .

"Nami-nee, the director asked me to tell you to go see him after the meeting." "

Did the director...do he say what he wanted to see me about?"

"Hehe...Nami-nee, you can't wait any longer? The meeting just concluded that we're sending the current head of pediatric
nursing, Senior Takada, to the research hospital in Tokyo for support. I think the director probably wants to discuss with you about
being promoted to head nurse to fill the vacancy."

Nami smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond as she wasn't good at subtle competition in the workplace.

"Congratulations, Nami-nee!"

Another sweet-looking nurse at the nurses' station, Yukiko, congratulated her. "Nami-nee, you've had a lot of good things happen to you lately. You got engaged to your gentle and wealthy tech tycoon boyfriend just
three months ago, and now you're being promoted to head of pediatric nursing
—that's truly a double win in love and career!"

Hearing Yukiko's words, the light in Nami's eyes dimmed.

"But my fiancé doesn't want me to continue working after we get married, and his family also thinks I should stay
home and not be out in the public eye after marriage. I talked to him for a long time before he agreed to let me continue working as a nurse,
so he definitely won't agree to a promotion to head nurse. I think I should just give up."

Why must there be a choice between love and career? Can't we have both?

"Nami, you can try to persuade him again. But if you get promoted to the pediatric ward upstairs, we
won't have many chances to see you. You have to come back downstairs to visit us often!"
Fujika, who works in the surgical nursing station like Nami, said sadly.

"Oh dear~ the promotion hasn't been confirmed yet. I don't think the director wanted to talk to me about the promotion. After all, Hinako from
the internal medicine nursing station is more likely to be promoted."

Hinako was a nurse who joined at the same time as Nami. Hinako's positive work attitude with her unique beauty and
Nami's meticulous and serious attitude with her delicate beauty made them stand out among the new recruits. After training, the two were
assigned to different units. Even though Nami disliked cutthroat competition, Hinako still saw
her as a rival for promotion and constantly made things difficult for her.

Suddenly, another wave of pain struck Nami, and she could barely bear it, wanting
to leave before she could scream.

"I...I'd better go see the headmaster first."

With that, Nami quickly headed towards the headmaster's office.

"Come in."

A moment after knocking, a deep, authoritative male voice came from behind the wooden door.

"Headmaster...Headmaster..."

Nami opened the door and was surprised to find her classmate Hinako in the headmaster's office as well.

"Well then, thank you, Headmaster. I look forward to hearing your good news."

Hinako gave Nami a cold look and then left.

As soon as Hinako closed the door behind her, Nami, who was sweating profusely from the pain, couldn't wait any longer and knelt down on the spot.

"Dean...Dean, please let me go to the toilet. I...I can't take it anymore!"

"Hmph~ You can't even handle the weakest enema? Hold on! After being a nurse for so long, you should
know that the longer you hold it in, the cleaner your filthy intestines will be."

The man answered cruelly, "Come and lick my huge cock. If you serve me to my satisfaction, I'll let you
poop ."

"Ugh...I don't want to...Nami is in so much pain...Dean..."

"Does a slave have the right to refuse his master with such an attitude?" A slap landed on Nami's cheek. "
Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson today."

The dean forcefully pulled Nami into a small room connected to the corner. The rest room attached to the dean's office looked similar to the rest rooms of other offices from
the outside , but it turned out to be an unexpected world inside.

Apart from the ordinary-looking large bed in the center of the room, the walls of the rest room were covered with various
whips and ropes, and there were various hooks of unknown purpose on the ceiling. But what caught the eye most was a wooden cross, about two feet tall, standing in front of
the blinds . The dark brown wood gleamed with an oily sheen, its smooth surface
suggesting years of wear and tear.

"Please... my stomach hurts so much... I'm about to come out..."

Nami cried, waves of cramping pain assaulting her stomach to the point of near unbearable agony.
Despite the relentless pain, Nami, abandoning her shame, made a hesitant decision.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I was wrong... please let me lick your penis... please... let me
serve you..."

With that, Nami
knelt . The dean's dark red penis was already hard and erect before her.

"I'm very busy and have a lot of work to do. I can only give you 10 minutes. If you can't
suck it out to my satisfaction within that time, you can forget about pooping today."

"Wh...why is this happening..." Nami almost cried out in anxiety.

"There are 9 minutes and 30 seconds left. You'd better start quickly, or you'll say I didn't give you a chance."

Nami's small mouth quickly took the director's penis into her mouth, but a strong masculine smell rushed up, making Nami
subconsciously want to spit it out.

The director forcefully pressed Nami's head down, and his thick, long penis shoved deep into her throat like a weapon. Seeing Nami
choking, tears streaming down her face, and drooling, the director became so excited that more clear
secretions .

"Lick it properly, from the tip all the way down to your testicles. Your fiancé must have taught you how to
satisfy a man, right?"

"Ugh...ugh..."

Nami's fiancé always made love to her gently, and never forced her to perform oral sex on him. The urge to defecate made
Nami have no choice but to rely on her instincts and lick desperately, hoping to relieve herself as soon as possible.

"Seeing how hard you're trying, I'll be kind enough to help you forget the pain in your stomach."

The director took a small pink remote control from his shirt pocket with ill intent and pressed the switch.

"Ah~ No...don't!! Ah~~"

Nami was forced to stop. It turned out that the anal plug that had been inserted into her anus to prevent her from defecating for the past few hours had started to
vibrate . Although the unexpected vibration distracted her from the urge to defecate, the stimulation of her anus caused her lower body
to contract.

"Ah...good...good...this feels so strange...no~stop...please
stop!"

"Nami, you only have 5 minutes left. Unless you don't want to poop today, you should concentrate on
licking properly." The director cruelly reminded Nami, looking at her disheveled state.

"Ugh...um...ugh...um..."

Enduring the stimulation from her anus, Nami focused on licking the director's huge penis, the honey-like
fluid slowly flowing from her vagina gradually wetting the floor.

(How...how could this be? How could I possibly get excited in this situation?)

"Hmm...the most beautiful nurse in the surgery department is sucking a man's penis so lewdly during work hours.
If people see this, will they still believe you're going to be promoted to head nurse?" The director mocked her
maliciously .

The pressure of the time limit, the stimulation of the anal vibrations, and the fluctuating urge to defecate left Nami unable to resist,
only to suck the director's large penis even harder.

Nami's full lips tightly gripped the director's penis, while her tongue continuously swept up and down and side to side across the sensitive
parts of the glans. This two-pronged approach rapidly increased the director's excitement level.

"Ah~ Nami, you're really good at licking... Suck tighter! Ah~" The excessive pleasure finally made the director
unable to hold back and he released thick, white semen.

"Drink it, or you'll regret it."

The thick semen had a strong fishy smell, and Nami, forced to swallow it, had tears streaming down her face,
while the cramping pain in her intestines tormented her mercilessly.

"Director... I... can I go to the toilet now? Please~ My stomach hurts so much... I really
can't hold it in anymore !" Nami pleaded tearfully.

The director took a large basin from the corner of the room and placed it in front of Nami.

"This is your toilet. Hurry up and use it, then go back to your work station."

"No! I don't want to be like this~"

Nami shook her head desperately, but the urge to defecate, which had been building up for so long, was about to burst.

"Lift up your skirt yourself, and take off your underwear!"

The director looked at her coldly, his calm voice carrying an undeniable authority.

How could Nami resist the intense urge to defecate, coupled with her fear of the director? She had no choice but to obediently take off her underwear.
Her anus, which had been straining for so long, was still resisting the pleasure of the anal plug's vibration, and her vaginal opening couldn't withstand the
pleasure from behind, secreting sweet nectar.

"Come and squat down!"

Nami tried her best to suppress her shame, and her trembling, pale feet stood on either side of the basin before squatting down.

"Director...please take the plug out...I can't do it like this..."

"Open your buttocks with both hands and pull it out yourself."

"How...how is that possible...I...I can't do it." "

I'll count to ten. If you don't pull it out yourself, it means you don't want to go!"

"Ah...no...please take it out for me..."

"One...two...three...four...push harder...five...six..."

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Nami pressed her stomach hard, her face flushed red, desperately trying to push the anal plug open with the strength of childbirth to
relieve her long-accumulated urge to defecate.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Before the director counted to ten, Nami's belly full of feces finally broke through the anal plug that had tormented her for so long.

The foul-smelling feces, once it started flowing out, couldn't be stopped, continuing for several minutes with a clattering sound.

"Waaah~~"

After finally emptying her bladder, it felt like hours of agony to Nami
. She couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation again.

"Heh heh~ Your fiancé might regret loving such a filthy
woman now that he sees you like this!"

the director mocked. "Alright, stop crying. Go wash yourself in the toilet and come out quickly. I need to
discuss . " Having vented, the director turned and went back to his office, leaving Nami alone in the 　　room reeking

of feces , crying by herself. ---------------- ... The relief after the enema brought a blush back to Nami's cheeks. A faint, pungent , giving Nami's white clothes an inexplicable, lewd allure. 　　"Sit down," the director, who had also tidied himself up behind his wooden desk, said. His eyes, behind his high-end gold-rimmed glasses, glanced at Nami indifferently, his deep voice calm as if nothing had happened. 　　"The main reason I called you here today is to discuss the promotion of the head of pediatric nursing. The board has nominated you and Hinako as replacements, but the shareholders want you to fill the vacancy." 　　Nami's gentle and meticulous approach had earned her high praise from many shareholders who had treated her there. 　　"Really...really?" Startled, Nami hadn't expected to be the shareholders' chosen candidate, but her eyes...

The light in her eyes dimmed.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I can't accept this... My fiancé doesn't like me being in the public eye, he
definitely won't approve of this promotion." Nami's love for her fiancé made her decide to give up this rare opportunity for promotion.
In love and career, many times you can only choose one.

As if he already knew Nami would refuse the promotion, a cruel
glint , and then he said coldly, "If you refuse, how am I supposed to explain this to the shareholders?
Is this a responsible and ambitious work attitude?"

"I'm really sorry, but I can't take on the responsibility of the head of the department. I believe Hinako is more capable than me
, please let Hinako be promoted to the head of the department." " Your

refusal puts me in a difficult position. If I refuse the shareholders' request, it will make me look incompetent, unable to even persuade a junior nurse." 　　Nami didn't know how to respond, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place, her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly , revealing a troubled expression. 　　"However... your situation is a bit special, and I understand you care a lot about your fiancé's feelings." The dean's hypocritical lips revealed a hidden smile. "So if you're sincere enough, and obediently become my slave next week, I might consider refusing the shareholders' demands and promoting Hinako to headmaster for your sake." 　　"Wh...what!? I've already fulfilled my promise to serve you for a week, how can I have another week!? I..." 　　"This week is the promise I made to help you last time. If you want me to help you refuse the shareholders again this time, you should make me even happier." The dean said matter-of-factly. "But if you're unwilling, it's none of . Anyway, when the transfer order comes down, let's see how you deal with your manly fiancé." 　　Nami's eyes gradually blurred as she listened to the dean's words. The dilemma of not wanting to anger her fiancé, but also not wanting to sell her body behind his back again, was making her heart flutter. 　　"Don't say I didn't give you time to think it over. Go back to work and think it over carefully. If you agree, wear this to the surgical nursing meeting this afternoon to show your sincerity." The director took out a leather chastity belt from the drawer of his wooden desk. The chastity belt was pure white, so it wouldn't be noticed even under a white nurse's uniform. What was special was that a white dildo about 5 centimeters in diameter stood erect in the center of the chastity belt , covered with small silver steel balls of various sizes. 　　"I..." Nami took the chastity belt, looking at the protruding pure white weapon, and became anxious. The nursing meeting was not like the large monthly medical meeting; only a few nurses from the surgical nursing station attended, and today it just so happened that it was Nami's turn to give a case report. 　　"I won't force you. You make the final decision yourself." The director said with a fake smile. "Stop slacking off and hurry back to work." 　　Receiving the order to leave, Nami hurriedly put the chastity belt into her emergency bag, clutched it to her chest to avoid being seen, and quickly ran back to the nursing station. 　　Back at the nursing station, Nami's brow didn't unfurrow with the relief of relieving herself; instead, it furrowed even more as she thought about the difficult problem the director had given her. Before she could even process it, her fiancé called during his lunch break . 　　"Hey, Nami, how was your day? I felt so happy spending last night with you ." 　　Yesterday was their one-year anniversary, and Nami had even gone to her fiancé's house to cook a candlelight dinner, spending a romantic evening together. 　　"Um… I was okay today… work… work was a bit tiring." How could Nami possibly admit that she had been given an enema by the director and had been suffering terribly all morning? 　　"I told you I'd support you after we got married, so don't work so hard." Her fiancé was still somewhat unhappy about Nami wanting to continue working after marriage. "We'll have many children as cute as you after we get married, and I'll cherish and protect you." 　　"Mmm…" Hearing her fiancé's promise, Nami felt a warm glow of gratitude. Having always dreamed of marriage and family, she had finally found a fairytale-like happiness. 　　"I won't talk to you anymore, it's about time I went back to work," her fiancé said, about to hang up. 　　"Um...wait a minute..." 　　"What's wrong?" 　　"Nothing, I just wanted to tell you I love you." Nami had made a decision deep in her heart, wanting to express her love to her fiancé as if explaining something. 　　"Silly girl, I love you too. Goodbye!" 　　After hanging up, Nami glanced at the bag containing the chastity belt on the floor, and made her decision after a helpless struggle. 　　"Nami-nee, the nursing meeting is about to start. Are you feeling better?" Fujika, also from the surgery department, reminded her with concern . 　　"Yeah, I'm much better. I'll go to the restroom first and be right there." 　　Picking up the bag containing the chastity belt, Nami walked resolutely towards the restroom, preparing for the meeting . 　　... 　　Nami dragged her slightly unnatural steps into the conference room. The steel balls on the dildo brought an uncomfortable coldness , and the chastity belt tightly constricted and pressed against her already full vaginal opening, pushing the dildo deep into her vagina. 　　Entering the conference room, she was surprised to see the hospital director, who had recently tormented her, sitting in a corner seat. 　　(Why...why? Usually, only nurses attend surgical nursing meetings.) 　　"We are very happy to welcome the director to our nursing meeting today . He is here to observe our meeting in order to select a suitable candidate for the promotion of head nurse," the head nurse of surgery explained before the meeting began. 　　"Nami-nee, congratulations! I think you'll definitely be promoted. Even the director came to observe your report , so it's probably a done deal," Fujika sincerely congratulated her. 　　"It's...it's not certain yet. Don't say too much," Nami said uneasily, knowing the director's true purpose. 　　(It's over...it's over...I have to give a report today. What kind of trick is the dean trying to pull?) The hardworking Nami was uneasy about the real reason why the dean came to the nursing meeting.

"Today's case report will be handled by Nami. Nami, please come to the front." Looking at the information projected on the wall, Nami walked to the front of the conference room and began to explain

the prepared report . 　　"Ms. Shin-Sarie in room 818 underwent a kidney transplant last Friday. Her recovery is progressing well , her diet is normal, and she has not experienced any rejection reactions. However, she complains of feeling tightness in her chest sometimes in the morning. We have reported this to her attending physician, and we are currently waiting for the lab test results." 　　"From a nursing perspective, what aspects of Ms. Shin-Sarie's condition require attention?" The director, who was sitting quietly in the corner, asked the first question, a cruel glint in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. 　　"Hmm... because Ms. Shin-Sarie feels discomfort in her chest, so..." 　　Before she could finish speaking, an irresistible pleasure suddenly surged from her lower body. The dildo inserted into Nami 's vagina had suddenly begun to rotate. Although the rotation wasn't fast, the dildo was squeezed deep into her vagina by the chastity belt, stimulating her particularly sensitive areas near the cervix. The small further stimulated every inch of her vagina. 　　"Ugh... So... the night shift nurses... should pay special attention to Ms. Shinsa's... breathing at night..." Nami's breathing became erratic, her beautiful eyes pleading as she looked at the director, who had control in the corner. 　　"Could you explain in more detail what you need to pay attention to? What are some of the checks that the night shift nurses should perform ?" The director cruelly ignored the pleading in Nami's eyes and continued asking questions. 　　"Um... every two hours... blood... blood pressure and heart rate... and..." 　　Nami's voice grew softer and softer. To resist the waves of pleasure from the dildo, Nami's face flushed , and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her colleagues below the stage gradually noticed that something was wrong with Nami. 　　At this moment, the seemingly calm dean reached into his suit jacket pocket and switched the controller from low to medium. 　　"Ah! Hmm..." 　　"Nami-nee, are you alright? Are you still having a headache and feeling unwell?" Fujika asked with concern, thinking: "Nami-nee looked much better before the meeting, didn't she?" 　　"I... um... I... still feel a little unwell... no... but it's okay... I... I 'll finish reporting Ms. Shinsa's case first..." 　　Near the base of the dildo and the chastity belt, there were four large silver steel balls. As the dean switched the switch to medium-high, these steel balls at the vaginal opening began to vibrate. The upper steel ball stimulated the sensitive clitoris, which had already become exposed due to previous training, while the lower steel ball, located at the perineum, transmitted strong vibrations from the perineum to the anus, which had been tormented by the anal plug for some time. The steel balls on the left and right sides also continuously stimulated Nami's labia minora. 　　Four large steel balls simultaneously stimulated Nami's sensitive areas, and the thick, throbbing weapon inside her vagina rotated even faster. Sweat slowly accumulated on Nami's forehead, with a few drops even dripping down her neck and into her chest beneath her white uniform. 　　"Hmm...besides checking...checking her blood pressure...it would be best to connect to the monitoring machine...to observe...at any time...if anything...is wrong..." 　　(What a stubborn and sensitive woman, even though she's already this excited, she's still trying to pretend nothing's wrong and answering these irrelevant questions.) The director enjoyed watching Nami's seductive resistance to pleasure; her white nurse's cap seemed to have lost some of its purity. 　　Reaching into his pocket again, the director pushed the switch from the middle to the strongest position in one go. 　　"Ah!" At the strongest setting, the pleasure from her lower body began to make Nami lose her senses, like the gradual blurring of consciousness before orgasm. 　　"If there's anything wrong... you need to... report... to the... attending... doctor... right away... um..." 　　(Ah... how could I be such a slutty woman... getting excited in front of everyone... ah ... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm... I'm going to come...) Nami felt her juices overflowing from both sides of her chastity belt, wetting the inside of her fair, tender thighs beneath her uniform. 　　A steel ball on the dildo suddenly slapped hard against Nami's G-spot, sending intense pleasure rapidly spreading from her lower body throughout her entire being. 　　(Ah~ I'm coming, I'm coming~~) 　　"Ugh~~ Ugh~~" Under the gaze of her colleagues, Nami reached the peak of humiliation. In the midst of her frenzied orgasm , Nami didn't forget to clench her teeth to suppress her moans. 　　"Nami, are you alright? I think you should sit down and rest." The head nurse noticed Nami's pale complexion instructed her with concern, "Director, do you have any other questions? If not, we can end today's meeting early, okay?" 　　"Sure, no problem. I just wanted to observe how your meetings usually go." The director smiled kindly at the head nurse. "Nami, there's a bed in the break room next to my office. Come and lie down and rest." 　　"Director, isn't that a bit inappropriate? How can Nami take up a bed in your break room?" The head nurse said disapprovingly. 　　"It's alright, I rarely rest in the break room anyway. I have some ." 　　Since the director didn't mind, the head nurse didn't say anything. 　　"Nami, go lie down in the director's lounge. Fujika will finish your work this afternoon, so you can rest well." 　　"Um...okay...thank you, Director." 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Back in the lounge next to the office with the director, the director immediately dropped his amiable facade upon entering. 　　"So you've decided to be my slave? Heh~ Does your fiancé know how much you're willing to sacrifice for his sake?" The director lewdly laughed. 　　"Director, please...don't torture me in front of everyone like you did just now..." Remembering what had just happened...

Humiliated in the meeting room, Nami finally couldn't hold back her tears and pleaded,

"I... in private... I'll do anything you want... just not in front of everyone...
please..."

"Alright, remember you said you'd do anything." The director, seemingly
satisfied gave the order, "Now take off your clothes. I need to make sure you're really wearing a chastity belt."

After half a day of torture, Nami, who had gradually become numb to the humiliation, slowly took off
the white coat symbolizing her nurse's identity in front of the director. Under the pure white coat, there were full
breasts , and the fair and tender skin made one want to bite it. But what was most exciting was
the lewd chastity belt below her slender waist, so different from Nami's pure self. The reflection of the light also revealed the slippery
love fluid that her long legs tried to cover.

"Take off your bra too, and then lie on the bed with your buttocks sticking up."

As soon as the white bra was unhooked, her pair of elastic and symmetrical breasts were immediately freed and sprang out. Nami
obediently lay on the bed, eager to please the director, but
the guilt continued to urge her on.

"Hmm... you're already so wet. This chastity belt was specially
made for a lewd nurse like you." Seeing the nectar leaking from both sides of the chastity belt, the director unfastened the top clasp,
intending to remove it.

"Ahhh~" As he removed the chastity belt, he also pulled out the dildo that had given Nami
endless . Her sensitive vagina contracted a few times as it was pulled out, and the remaining
nectar inside was also brought out along with the dildo.

"Heh...you're really slutty, getting this wet in front of everyone."

"Please...stop talking..."

"Since you've already agreed to be my slave for the next week, as long as you serve well, I'll
help you reject your promotion from the shareholders." The director said, feigning kindness. "Today, you should first show me your determination
not to be promoted to director."

"I...how can I show you? I really don't want to be director...please let Hinako be the director
..."

"Lie on the bed and spread your legs," the director took out a small video camera from the drawer. "I'm going to
film you masturbating lewdly and show it to the shareholders, so they know you're too lewd and not a suitable
candidate ."

"How...how can this be!? This isn't..." Nami was surprised by the director's suggestion. She
had only agreed to the director for a week, but being filmed naked was
something she had never even imagined.

"Didn't you just say you'd do anything? Why are you backing out so quickly? So your sacrifice for
your beloved fiancé was just talk."

"No, I meant it!" Nami retorted. "Okay... fine... I'll do it."

Nami reluctantly lay on the bed, opening her fair legs, her honey-covered vulva exuding
the fragrance of love juice.

"Touch me properly, you're so lewd, you should be very familiar with masturbation." The dean threatened with the video camera
. "Don't try to fool me, if you don't come, you can wait for your transfer order."

"Ugh..." Overwhelmed by shame, Nami closed her eyes tightly, her long index finger reaching between her legs to caress her engorged
clitoris, while her middle finger tentatively poked lightly into her already soaked vulva.

"Ah... ugh..." Her body, which had just reached a complete climax in the conference room, was still unusually sensitive, and even
a gentle touch gave Nami immense pleasure.

(Ah...so good...no...no...how can I show such a shameless side in front of the camera
!?) Nami struggled between pleasure and shame.

"Be a little more seductive, use your other hand to stroke your nipples." The director directed while filming, "
Put your fingers deeper into your vagina, add another finger!"

"Ah...mmm~~"

"Open your eyes and look at the camera, tell the shareholders that you're so lewd, are you even fit to be the head nurse?"

After struggling between pleasure and shame, Nami opened her hazy eyes and looked at the camera, her fingers thrusting
faster and faster.

"Ah~every...shareholders...Nami...I...I can still feel pleasure from masturbating in front of the camera...
I...I'm just too lewd...I...I'm not qualified to be the head nurse...please let Hinako
take over the position...ah~~~~~"

In front of the camera, Nami reached her second orgasm of the afternoon. The overwhelming pleasure
arched her back, and the defilement was recorded by the headmaster.

"Huff...huff...huff..." The almost fainting orgasm strained Nami's exhausted body, making
it difficult for her to breathe.

"Go home for now," the headmaster commanded, watching Nami's still convulsing body. "

Come back to the lounge at 10 a.m. on Saturday."

Before fainting, Nami seemed to hear her fiancé say again, "Nami, I will
cherish and protect you." Nami,

who fell asleep with a sweet smile, was unaware of the fate that awaited her...

Chapter Three: The Torture of the Cross

Several days had passed since the painful memories of being disciplined by the headmaster, but Nami still
couldn't let , worrying about the humiliation she might suffer when the headmaster summoned her to the lounge this Saturday.

(Ugh... I really don't want to meet that perverted director... but I absolutely have to ask him to help me
decline the promotion recommendation from the shareholders... sigh...)

(If... I accept the promotion and transfer, then I won't be under his control anymore.)

Although Nami previously chose to listen to her fiancé's preferences, deep down she still wanted to balance love and
career .

(Should I try talking to Toshio? Maybe he'll agree this time?)

Nami's fiancé, Toshio, has always been against Nami continuing to work after marriage. But
after Nami's repeated persuasion, he finally agreed to let her keep her beloved job, on the condition that it doesn't affect her
family.

With tomorrow being Saturday, the day she had arranged to meet the dean, Nami made up her mind and called her
fiancé.

"Toshio, are you free tonight?"

"I already have a client engagement tonight. Is something wrong?"

Toshio's tired voice came from the other end of the line. Due to the pressure of achieving good results, Toshio had
been busy revising many client-requested programs for the past few days.

"Um… I have something I want to discuss with you, but if you're busy, that's fine."

Nami said considerately, feeling sorry for her fiancé's exhaustion.

"It's okay. I'll finish around 11 pm, then I'll pick you up and take you to Yangmingshan to see the night view, okay?"

The gentle Toshio was usually very considerate and tolerant of Nami, except for his insistence that she resign after the wedding
.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Nami hung up the phone and began to think about how to bring up the matter of a promotion that could help her escape the dean's clutches that night
.

Around midnight, Toshio picked up Nami and drove towards Yangmingshan. The temperature difference between day and night has been significant lately, and
the dense fog on the mountain at night greatly reduces visibility. However, driving on familiar roads, the fog didn't seem to have much of an impact
on .

"So, Nami, what's the matter that you're so eager to talk to me about today?" Toshio cut to the chase.

"Um... actually... I wanted to talk to you about my work."

"You've decided to resign after we get married?" Toshio was pleased, thinking that Nami had finally come to her senses and was willing to accept his
request .

"I'm sorry... actually, what I wanted to discuss with you today is... about my promotion..."

Nami brought it up a little guiltily, knowing that her fiancé, who disliked her working away from home, would definitely be
unhappy .

"Promotion? What promotion?"

"The head nurse of pediatrics is being transferred to a hospital in Tokyo next month, so the hospital's
shareholders have specifically requested that I fill the vacancy."

Nami explained, "I... I know you'll definitely be unhappy, but could you please consider it?"

Her expectant gaze drifted towards her beloved fiancé.

"Director?! You know perfectly well I don't like your job where you're out in the public eye, and you still
want be promoted to director!" Her fiancé's voice rose in agitation.

Although he usually went along with Nami's wishes, hoping she would be happy, work was the only thing he
insisted on. Since ancient times, women were supposed to stay at home and be supported by men; there was no reason for them
to be out .

"Toshio, I'll try my best not to let work affect our family. The shareholders are also putting pressure on us. Please
put yourself in my shoes and think about it from my perspective."

Knowing her fiancé would definitely object, Nami desperately tried to persuade him.

"Your perspective? Have you even thought about mine?" Her usually gentle fiancé finally
snapped .

"From the beginning of our relationship to our engagement, you've always known I don't like your job. The reason
I promised you I wouldn't quit after we got married was out of consideration for you, because I didn't want to disappoint you too much. But now you're going even further by
demanding a promotion!"

"No...no, it's not that I asked for a promotion!"

Nami hurriedly explained, but how could she let her fiancé know
the price she would pay if she refused?

"What about my reputation? Letting people know that my wife is working hard as
a manager , as if I can't support you. Are you trying to make me lose face in front of others?!"

"No...no, Junfu, please let me explain."

Nami had never seen her fiancé so angry before, and she panicked.

"There's nothing to talk about. You can only choose between marriage and a promotion."

Her angry fiancé threw out his last sentence, leaving Nami to choose.

"Waaah..."

Startled by her fiancé's rare anger, Nami shed panicked tears. On the surface, she appears unable
to choose between love and career, but only Nami understands that her struggle stems from fear of being abused by the headmaster.

(I... how can I make Toshio understand? I love him~ But if I refuse the promotion,
the price is that I have to sell my body to that perverted headmaster again... what should I do?)

While the two are arguing, the distracted fiancé doesn't notice a
winding . Only snapping back to reality a moment before the accident, he desperately slams the steering wheel to prevent the car
from plunging down the mountain, but the car inevitably scrapes against the opposite mountainside.

Before the car crashes, despite the recent altercation with Nami, the fiancé instinctively
holds her tightly, taking the full impact for her.

(Nami, I promise I'll cherish and protect you...)

In the last second before darkness descended, her fiancé silently repeated his promise to Nami...

*** *** *** ***

An ambulance took Nami and her fiancé to the hospital where she worked. Compared to her
fiancé, who , Nami, protected from the bruises, only suffered minor injuries besides shock.

(Waaah... It's all...it's all my fault...If I hadn't made Toshio angry, he wouldn't have had
this accident...) Nami thought to herself, tears streaming down her face.

After enduring several long hours, Dr. Tomita, who had operated on Toshio, emerged wearily.

"Nami, we did our best. Please be prepared."
Dr. had known her for many years and admired her diligent work ethic. He couldn't bear to tell her this.

"Your fiancé suffered severe brain damage. We managed to stop the bleeding,
but there are many tiny ruptured blood vessels that I simply cannot repair. It's embarrassing to admit, but my skills are simply insufficient
to repair all his injuries."

"Dr. Tomita, please! You've always taken such good care of me, please help me save Toshio!"

Nami, nearly fainting upon hearing the bad news, pleaded with her last shred of hope.

"Nami, I'm so sorry… I really can't."

"I'm so sorry ," Dr. Tomita said helplessly, but after a few seconds, as if suddenly remembering something, he suggested, "However, the director's
experience and surgical skills in neurology are among the best in the world. But he has
n't operated for many years. I don't know if he'll agree to operate on your fiancé."

It turns out that before his promotion many years ago, the director was a renowned neurosurgeon. His superb surgical skills had
led to the successful completion of countless complex brain surgeries, making him a highly respected doctor internationally.

(The...the director!? I...)
Nami, who had argued with her fiancé because she didn't want to ask the director for help, unexpectedly found herself begging him to save her fiancé's life.

At this moment, Toshio's parents finally arrived at the hospital and immediately began scolding Nami.

"You jinx! I knew you shouldn't have gotten engaged to Toshio! If I hadn't taken you out, Toshio
wouldn't have had this accident!"

Nami's marriage to Toshio had never been blessed by his family. Having
grown up in a high-class society, Toshio was supposed to marry a wealthy young lady who was a match for him. Unexpectedly, Toshio
defied his parents' decision for the first time in order to marry Nami, causing his parents to be extremely resentful of her.

"I...I'm sorry...Waaah..."

This accident was indeed partly caused by her, making Nami even more remorseful and unable to refute her
future in-laws' scolding.

Although it was still dark, the hospital director, who had rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from Dr. Tomita, arrived
before Nami and Toshio's parents.

"Director...Please save my fiancé!"

Having no other choice, Nami placed her last hope on the director, hoping he would pick up
the scalpel and operate on Toshio.

The director, who had a kind smile in front of Toshio's parents, heard Nami's plea,
and a glint of evil flashed quickly in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint that didn't match his appearance.

"Hmm... let me think... your fiancé's surgery is very complicated, and I'm not sure
what the chances of success are ."

The director said with a troubled expression. "Nami, please come to my office. I need to discuss
the technical requirements of the surgery with you."

"Can we come with you?" Junfu's parents asked anxiously.

"Because the surgical techniques are so specialized, it would be more appropriate for me to discuss it with Nami, who has nursing experience."

The director politely declined. "We will do our best to help your son recover."

"Then... we'll leave it to you, Director."

Junfu's parents glared at Nami fiercely, then bowed humbly to the director.

After entering the director's office, the director immediately revealed the lewd smile he had been hiding. His lustful
gaze made it seem as if she was already his possession.

"Heh... I can save your fiancé... but what price will you pay this time...
heh..."

The director looked at the disheveled Nami from head to toe with a perverted gaze, his eyes
lingering on her high breasts and full buttocks for a while longer.

(Waaah... I never thought I'd have to ask the Dean for help in the end... Toshio... what should I do?)

Nami struggled internally, enduring the Dean's humiliating gaze.

(Toshio... he was injured protecting me... I...)

"I... I'll do anything you want, Dean... please save him!" Nami pleaded, abandoning all
shame .

"Since you're so sincere, I'll consider it carefully. After all, from a doctor's perspective,
helping others is the source of happiness..." The Dean smiled hypocritically. "However, this surgery is quite difficult, so I still need to ask for a certain reward." Under

a wicked smile, the Dean uttered cruel conditions. 　　"If the surgery is successful, I want you to break off your engagement with your fiancé and become my exclusive slave until I tire of you." 　　It turned out that the Dean had previously hesitated to ask Nami to be his long-term slave because of her wealthy fiancé, but now he finally had the opportunity to completely subjugate Nami under his tyranny. 　　"Break off the engagement with Toshio!? No... I don't want to!" 　　Nami shook her head desperately, unable to accept the headmaster's cruel condition. "I love him... How can I leave him...!?"　　　As she thought about it, tears streamed down Nami's face. The tears on her cheeks made her skin even smoother, and her misty eyes radiated an indescribable beauty. 　　"So you don't care about your fiancé's life or death? So you don't love him as much as you thought." 　　(Toshio... If it weren't for arguing with me... If it weren't for protecting me... You wouldn't have gotten hurt... It's all my fault... Waaah~~) 　　"If you agree to my conditions, at least your fiancé can live a healthy life. Are you really going to be so selfish as to let him die?" The headmaster said coldly, even more selfishly. 　　Every word, every sentence, made Nami feel even more guilty, making her lose the ability to think calmly and see the truth. 　　(I love you... Junfu... What should I do? I...) 　　At that moment, Nami remembered a phrase her fiancé often said to her: "Nami, I will always cherish and protect you..." 　　Remembering her fiancé's gentle expression as he said those words, Nami stopped her tears. 　　(Junfu, you've always protected and loved me so much; now it's my turn to protect you.) 　　(Even if I can't spend the rest of my life with you, just knowing that you're still alive and well somewhere in the world is enough for me...) 　　Having made up her mind, Nami wiped away her tears and met the evil light behind the gold-rimmed glasses. 　　"Director, I accept your terms. I'm willing to exchange my freedom for Junfu's life." "Good. You truly are a woman of loyalty and compassion." The director smiled 　　as if he had expected Nami to agree . 　　"However, before I perform the surgery, I need to ask you for some deposit." There are no simple transactions in this world. "Take off your underwear and bra and give them to me." 　　"Wh...what!?"

Nami, still wearing the nurse's uniform she hadn't had time to change out of after work yesterday, usually only dared to wear light-colored underwear under her white uniform to cover her private parts because the material was so
thin .

"Hurry up and take it off. The slower you move, the longer it takes, the less confident I am that the surgery will be successful."

A stern, deep voice urged her mercilessly.

(Ugh... so embarrassing...) Worried about her fiancé, Nami suppressed her shame and quickly
took off the matching pink lace bra and panties under her white uniform, handing them to the director.

"Hmm...it's still warm."

The perverted head doctor pressed Nami's panties against his face, even sniffing them. "Miss Nami,
it seems you didn't wipe yourself properly after using the toilet; there's still a slight smell of urine on your panties!"

"Stop talking...please hurry up and get into the operating room..." "Heh... I wonder what

your fiancé would think if he knew the doctor operating on him had his beautiful fiancée's underwear in his pocket ?" 　　With an evil smile, the head doctor stuffed Nami's underwear into the pocket of his surgical gown. 　　"I'm going to operate on your doomed fiancé now; just wait for my good news." 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Outside the operating room, waiting for news from Toshio's parents, Nami felt every minute drag on like an eternity . 　　Because the head doctor had taken her underwear, the slightly pink nipples of Nami's breasts were faintly visible under her thin white gown , and the color of her pubic hair was also faintly visible. 　　(How strange...it feels cool down there...) 　　Because her skirt was slightly rolled up while sitting on the chair, part of her bare buttocks was in direct contact with the cold metal chair. 　　Nami lowered her head, and although her long, black hair covered her nipples, the hair color showing through her lower body made her uneasy. She pressed her hands tightly against her lower body, afraid that someone would discover the secret exposed under her white clothes. 　　(Ugh...Toshio is working hard in the operating room, and I'm sitting outside with his parents without a bra...how embarrassing...) Overwhelmed by shame, Nami's eyes reddened again. 　　"Nami-nee!" 　　Fujika, her colleague and friend, heard about Nami's car accident when she came to work that morning and rushed to the operating room to find her. 　　"I heard about your fiancé. Nami-nee, you must be strong. I believe that with your love, Toshio can definitely pull through." 　　Thinking that Nami's red eyes were because she was worried about her beloved fiancé, Fujika comforted her. 　　"Nami-nee, are you hurt anywhere? Why are you pressing your lower abdomen?" 　　Fujika, worried that Nami might be injured, noticed her unnaturally pressing her palm tightly against her genitals. 　　"Um... I... my stomach is just a little upset, probably from eating something bad last night. Toshio protected me, so I wasn't hurt at all..." 　　Afraid that Fujika would discover her nakedness under her white coat, Nami hastily made up a flimsy excuse . Thinking that Toshio had been injured protecting her, her eyes reddened again. 　　"Don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault." 　　Fujika didn't doubt Nami's reasoning and comforted her with concern. "I'm at the surgical ward; come find me if you need any help." 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　After a long four and a half hours, the director finally emerged from the operating room. 　　"Director, is my son alright?!" Toshio's parents asked anxiously. 　　"The surgery was very successful. However, due to excessive blood loss and damage to blood vessels in the brain, the extent of the damage can only be assessed after he regains consciousness." 　　"Th-thank you, Director!" Junfu's parents and Nami breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the good news. 　　"He is still unconscious, but you can go in to see him now." The director said to Junfu's parents, then turned to Nami, whose tears had just dried. 　　"Come to my office with me. I need to explain the things to pay attention to during your fiancé's recovery." " 　　Does it have to be now? Can I go see Junfu first?" 　　Nami, worried about her fiancé, was anxious to stay by his side and share his painful moment. 　　"Do you think there's any room for negotiation now, my beautiful little sex slave?" The director said softly in Nami's ear with a seemingly gentle smile. 　　(Waaah... Junfu... I can no longer belong to you... Waaah...) 　　"Hurry up and come upstairs with me. If you behave well, I can consider letting you come down to see him later." 　　After saying that, the director turned and walked towards his office on the fifth floor. Following the dean away, Nami felt incredibly uneasy about her future. 　　She entered the dark lounge next to the dean's office again, this time with a different feeling. 　　(Ah… I'm doomed… I'll be the dean's slave forever… Sigh…) 　　(Thank goodness Toshio is alright… If I can save him, I don't care what I become…) The dean, oblivious to Nami's feelings, gave his first order upon entering. 　　"Move your hair behind your back, and cross your arms behind your head." 　　With the hair removed, her pink nipples were more clearly visible under her white clothes. Her sensitive breasts, already erect from prolonged friction against the rough fabric of her uniform, were further . Without the cover of her hands, the shadow of her secret place below her slender waist was faintly visible through her white clothes. 　　(Heh… This beauty is mine from now on…) 　　The dean looked at Nami, who exuded sex appeal, with satisfaction. The white coats, a symbol of a nurse's identity, had long lost their purity under the dean's tyranny . 　　"Come here and stand in front of the cross," the dean said, pointing to the tall wooden cross facing the window. 　　Nami had noticed this incongruous element when she first entered the rest room, a space filled with instruments of torture. She had initially thought the dean was a religious person, hence the cross taller than a person. 　　(What...is he trying to do?)

Unsure of the director's true intentions, Nami nervously approached.

Standing before the cross, the director spread Nami's pale legs and secured her slender ankles to
iron rings on either side of the ground. After securing them, he took out two small U-locks and tightened the joints.

　The two iron rings were about three meters apart, and Nami's long legs stretched to
their limit before they were just barely secured. Like a half-split stance, the muscles inside Nami's thighs were forced to tense
, and her small feet could only grip the ground tightly for balance.

Then, the director inserted two electrotherapy patches, commonly found in rehabilitation rooms, through an opening in her chest and applied them to Nami's
breasts . The patches were just the size of those covering her pink areolas, adhering tightly to her delicate skin.

(This…this is…)

Nami nervously watched the director's every move. Having just agreed to become the director's permanent slave, she gritted her teeth,
suppressing the urge to break the contract.

The dean then took out an ordinary hemp rope and skillfully wrapped it around the top and bottom of Nami's full breasts. The rope
finally passed between her breasts and secured behind her neck. The hemp rope, pressing against her breasts, made them appear even more erect, and the rope,
peeking out from under Nami's white dress, added a touch of lewdness to Nami's innocent image.

"Looks like you're having a hard time," the dean
chuckled "I'll be kind enough to make things easier for you."

With that, the dean took several chains of varying lengths from the wall and brought them to Nami.

The first long chain tightly secured Nami's waist to the main body of the cross, while the second short chain
bound her slender wrists, securing her hands around the cross and under her back. The wrists were positioned at
approximately the height where the ends of Nami's long hair would touch when she puffed out her chest. After securing her waist and wrists, the dean,
as before, used several U-locks to secure the ends of the chains.

After being bound, from a distance, Nami's combination with the cross resembled the Chinese character "木" (wood).
However, for reasons unknown to the director, only Nami's lower body was secured to the cross.

Satisfied with Nami's uneasy expression, the director, with a malicious smile, walked to
the blinds facing the cross and swiftly pulled up the curtains that concealed the lewd scene inside.

"No...no!!"

Nami, bound to the cross and subjected to lewd acts, cried
out .

(How...how could this be!?)

The window, without the curtains, actually faced the small public garden behind the hospital. Although it was
Saturday and fewer people were around, anyone with a discerning eye could easily see Nami's lewd behavior in the fifth-floor lounge
.

"No...you promised me not in public..." Nami struggled desperately, almost crying.

"This isn't in public. You're in my private lounge right now,"

the director said with a cruel smile, not telling Nami that the window glass had been specially treated,
a one-way material that prevents anyone from seeing in from the outside.

(So...so embarrassing...) Nami didn't know how to refute the director's cunning, anxiously fearing that her
lewd appearance would be seen by outsiders.

"But if you're really shy, I'll kindly help you out,"

the director said with a hypocritical smile, then took a black leather hood from the wall. The black hood clung
tightly to Nami's head, the leather clinging to her skin, leaving only two holes for her prominent nose to breathe and her small
mouth to protrude. There was also a silver iron ring on her forehead, its purpose unknown.

"See, now you can't see anything, can you?" After saying that, the director took out a U-lock and
locked the partition at the back of her head.

Nami's eyes were instantly plunged into darkness by the hood, and the fear of not being able to see her surroundings made her even more
uneasy.

"I...I didn't mean to...Waaah~"

Nami, hidden under the hood, finally couldn't hold back her tears. The damp tears made the leather stick to her delicate
skin, and the suffocating feeling made her even more uncomfortable.

(Toshio...what should I do...) The anxiety in her heart, coupled with the torment of trying to maintain her balance, made Nami
's heart unable to help but cry out to her beloved fiancé for help.

At this moment, Nami, who couldn't see the director's movements, heard the sound of chains grinding again, this time with
the sound of containers colliding.

(Again...what is the director going to do now?) Nami, who couldn't see, had her hearing become particularly acute. The intense
anxiety slowly turned into fear.

It turned out that the director had taken a medium-sized bucket from the corner and placed it in front of Nami, and poured several bags of ice into
the bucket. The ice almost filled the bucket, and after melting, it would make at least 4 liters of water.

Next, the director took a long iron chain, first threading it through the iron ring on Nami's forehead,
and then threading the other end through the holes on both sides of the bucket. After the chain was tightened and locked, the bucket was about the height of Nami's lower body
. The bucket, filled with ice, weighed at least 4 kilograms, forcing Nami, whose only point of leverage was
her forehead , to lean forward to reduce the bucket's gravity. But no matter how far Nami leaned, the chain was too long
to put the bucket back on the ground.

"Ugh..." Nami's rarely used neck muscles were forced to work, supporting
the weight .

The headmaster then took out two thin, transparent tubes. One end of the first tube was placed in the bucket, and the other
end was inserted into Nami's small mouth, secured with tape. The second tube was also
inserted into the bucket, but the other end was aimed at Nami's urethra, secured to her lower body with breathable tape.

(Why...why is the headmaster doing this to me?) Nami, unable to see the headmaster's actions, felt extremely
uneasy.

"I'm going to place four keys on you now. These four keys will help you break free from the cross,"
the director explained, placing the keys in different parts of Nami's body.

"The first key is at the end of your hair; it can unlock the locks binding your wrists."

The director tied a small key to the end of her dark hair with a rubber band. "You need to find a way to lighten
the weight of the bucket and straighten your upper body so your hands can reach the end of your hair to find the key."

"Once the locks on your wrists are unlocked, the second key is on your right ankle." The director placed the key...
Gently inserting it into the iron ring securing your right ankle, "It can unlock the chain around your waist."

"The third key can unlock the iron rings on both your feet," the headmaster tossed the small key into the bucket,
where it slipped through the gaps in the ice and fell to the bottom. "You need to figure out how to get rid of the ice in the bucket before you can find
the key."

"And the fourth key can unlock the chain connecting to the bucket." The headmaster inserted the thinner half of the key into
Nami's anus, which was clenched due to the tension in her inner thighs. "Squeeze tight; if it falls off, you might not be
able to find it."

"Ah!"

The insertion of the metal key brought a cool sensation to Nami's anus,
and was tormented by the uneven teeth marks on the thin key.

(But...but my hood is locked too...which key can open it?)

Fearing the dark, Nami actually most wanted to unlock the leather hood that was tightly pressed against her head.

"Once you've unlocked all four locks, the key to unlock the hood is hidden somewhere in this room.
You'll have to find it yourself."

"Ugh~ Ugh~" The little mouth, forced into the water pipe and secured with tape, emitted ineffective protests.

"Ah... I almost forgot," the dean suddenly smiled wickedly, then took out a uniquely
shaped . "I was worried you'd be too bored while unlocking them, so I prepared some entertainment for you."

The dildo was shaped like a vulture, with a slightly downward-curving beak at the top.
About 5 centimeters above the base, there was a slightly raised circle, smooth like the featherless head of a vulture.

But the most unique feature was the two tufts of feathers connected to the base of the dildo; the short, outward-spreading feathers resembled a miniature version of
a vulture's majestic wings.

"This dildo is called 'American Eagle,' it's imported from abroad."
The director explained as he slowly inserted the dildo into Nami's vagina. "This is the best-selling model right now.
You have to to buy it, see how good I am to you. Let it take flight with you today!"

(Ugh... this feels so strange...)

The deeply inserted dildo, though not very thick in diameter, was quite long and slender. The slightly hooked beak at the tip
touched Nami's cervix, causing stimulation.

(Ugh... it's hitting... it's hitting...)

"I've been performing surgery all morning, now I need to lie down and rest. By the time I wake up, you'd
better have unlocked all the locks, otherwise, if I have to come out, the price will be much higher."
The director, who had gotten up early to perform surgery on Toshio, said wearily.

Before getting into bed, the director didn't forget to turn on the power to the areola electrotherapy patch and the dildo.

(Ah... ooh...) As soon as the power was turned on, a slight current immediately entered the nipple through the patch, bringing Nami
a tingling pleasure she had never experienced before.

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