Bad Bad Nurse

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Bad Bad Nurse

Post by Hand-Holder » Tue May 30, 2023 9:31 pm

I structured the sequence of this story, created it's main frames wrote a lot and filled some descriptive gaps with Chat GPT


Bad Bad Nurse

Seraphina, a beautiful but wicked nurse, possessed an alluring yet sinister countenance that mesmerized those who beheld her. Let us delve into a meticulous portrayal of her features and the attire she wore, embodying her wicked nature.

Seraphina had long, flowing tresses that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of obsidian silk. Her dark locks, reflecting the light with an eerie luster, seemed to hold an element of enchantment. They framed a face that embodied both allure and treachery, with sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin.

Her eyes, possessing an icy hue reminiscent of frozen lakes, were framed by long, thick lashes that fluttered with a seductive grace. They held an intense gaze, filled with a cunning and manipulative spark that hinted at the depths of her deceitful nature.

Seraphina's lips bore a shade of deep crimson, accentuating their alluring curve. When she smiled, it was as if a malevolent charm was unleashed, captivating and yet harboring a hint of danger. Her teeth, pearly white but with a predatory gleam, added to the unsettling charm she possessed.

Her complexion was pale, as if untouched by the warmth of the sun. The porcelain skin seemed to contrast sharply against the darkness that emanated from within her. Though unblemished, it held an eerie pallor that seemed to hint at her affinity for shadows and secrets.

As for her attire, Seraphina chose a gown that mirrored her wicked essence. The dress clung to her slender frame, the fabric a deep shade of midnight black. It appeared to possess a mysterious sheen, as if woven with threads spun from the darkness itself.

The gown, adorned with intricate lace patterns reminiscent of spiderwebs, held an air of macabre elegance. Black gems, glimmering like shards of obsidian, were scattered along the neckline and cuffs, adding a touch of sinister opulence to her ensemble.

Seraphina's arms were adorned with silver bracelets that coiled like serpents, a symbol of her deceitful nature. Each bracelet seemed to whisper secrets and snares, enticing unsuspecting souls into her web of treachery.

Upon her feet, she wore black leather boots that reached just below her knees. They were embellished with silver buckles, each bearing a small, wickedly sharp thorn. The boots seemed to amplify her intimidating presence, hinting at her willingness to trample upon the weak.

Such was the appearance of Seraphina, a visage that enticed with its dark allure, leaving those who encountered her spellbound by her beauty and terrified by the evil that lurked beneath the surface.

In this realm of fantastical wonders, where magic and mystery intertwined, there lived a young and devious hospital patient named Ethan. He possessed an insatiable curiosity and a mischievous nature that often led him down unexpected paths. This tale begins when Ethan, bedridden due to a mysterious illness, was attended to by the beautiful but wicked nurse, Seraphina.

Seraphina was known for her enchanting appearance, but behind her angelic façade lay a heart full of darkness. She reveled in the suffering of her patients and took pleasure in their vulnerability. Little did she know that her wickedness would soon catch up with her.

One day, while Seraphina was tending to Ethan's bedside, he unleashed a secret power bestowed upon him by a magical artifact. A bright flash filled the room, and when the light subsided, Seraphina found herself shrunken down to a mere 6 inches in height, lost in the now endless white hospital floor, yet trapped within her own malevolent deeds.

As Ethan realized his newfound power over Seraphina, a wicked grin spread across his face. He extended his giant hands towards her tiny form, relishing the control he now held over the once mighty nurse. Seraphina's heart filled with fear and indignation, as she was forced to endure the humiliating display and examination that was about to ensue.

Ethan wrapped his fingers around Seraphina's delicate frame, exerting just enough pressure to restrict her movements, sensing all the details of her tiny sexy curves and the bare warmth of her almost weightless figure. She felt trapped, her body trembling with a mix of fear and vulnerability.

Placing her in the center of his open palm, Ethan's hand closed around her, encapsulating almost all her beautiful shaped body in a cage of flesh. Seraphina felt the warmth and pulsations of his skin against her own, heightening her unease.

Ethan gently traced his fingertips along Seraphina's minuscule body, from the frail neck and all the lasting way right down to her little ankles, sensing her across the tight fabrics of all the nurse´s proportional miniature attires, exploring repeatedly each and every contour of her shrunken form. Each slow stroke sent shivers through her, a sensation of being scrutinized and violated.

Testing the limits of his power, Ethan pressed his thumb and forefinger together, squeezing Seraphina's both breasts between them, guessing how beautiful they must be hidden beneath all those little attires. The pressure was calculated by him but agonizing to her, and she feared being crushed under the immense force at any given moment.

Raising his hand slowly, Ethan lifted Seraphina towards his face, his eyes fixated on her reduced state. Seraphina dangled in the air, her heart pounding with terror, as she met the gaze of her tormentor, with her heeled feet dangling helpless in the void. Than he raised her even more, way beyond and above his own giant head, so he could indecently sneak a peak under her dress. He delighted himself with the vision of her perfect elegant legs heading together into the darkness, but nevertheless, allowing just enough light to give a hint on how her black tiny and thin panties were hiding gracefully tucked into the narrow valley of her inner thighs.

He than lowered her until she was at the level of his waist. With the index finger from his free hand, Ethan prodded at Seraphina's shrunken form, sliding it under the dress, slowly forcing it right between her precious sexy legs, examining the most sacred parts of her body uniformed body, shoving a cascade of humiliation and violation of her most sacred intimacy. Not happy with just that, he decides to teach the nurse some deep humility, by insisting with his probing index, that is now forcibly speeding her thighs apart, but at the cost of an insistent invasive pressures, since her tight dress does not allow much space to the sides.

After delighting himself with her vigorous protests, that could not hide a mix of shame and frustration, Ethan cupped his hand again, creating a makeshift prison for Seraphina. After being laid in it again, she could feel the confinement pressing against every inch of her womanhood, depriving her of any semblance of freedom. The slightly rugged and warm walls of his palm seemed to close in, suffocating her spirit.

Testing her limits further, Ethan applied gentle pressure on the fleshy enclosure, squeezing Seraphina between two of his fingers. She gasped for breath, her bones protesting against the strain. The realization of her helplessness grew more potent with each passing moment, fearing the worst, a much worst ordeal than the one just laid upon her seconds ago.

Ethan laid Seraphina on a nearby surface, a tall table that towered above her, ensuring she couldn't jump or escape. Placed under the table's shadow, she felt a momentary respite from the scorching heat, allowing her to gather her thoughts and regain some composure. Than he just harshly ordered her to take off her dress and show him what she is wearing today under that neat uniform.

Taking a deep breath, Seraphina mustered her strength and spoke once more. "Ethan, I understand the power you hold over me, and I beseech you for a moment of mercy. Please, if it is within your ability, don´t you ever demand something like that from me.

Ethan, his curiosity mingled with compassion, carefully listened to her plea, but just answered back that if she did not stand very still, right at that moment and dared to budge a single muscle without his order, she would be squashed like a bug right there and then. Frustration, than fear, than panic and finally total helplessness, all descended on her like layers of power and control, like a shower of pure raw dominance, immediately causing her to blindly obey without hesitation.

With deliberate care, Ethan began to unfasten the tiny buttons of Seraphina's dress, one by one, adding drama on each gesture. Each button released was like a tiny confirmation of his power, a step closer to fully control her like a sex doll at his will and whim.

As Seraphina stood before Ethan, and the whole protective fabric of her dress was opened, than pulled away, only to be carelessly tossed into the void, she felt an acute sense of utter vulnerability. Without the protective layer of her main garment, she was left exposed, deprived of any pride and power over other people, her diminutive form barely concealed by her undergarments, a very sexy vision to Ethan but remaining an authentic last refuge for her whole dignity. The cool air caressed her bare skin, contrasting with the warm comfort she had previously enjoyed.

At first, a rush of self-consciousness swept over Seraphina, her cheeks tinted with a blush. She instinctively crossed her arms, as if seeking to shield herself from that close pair of giant prying eyes, even though she noticed Ethan had stop touching her clothes now.

Don´t worry my sexy nurse doll, I already have all I want now, he concluded with utter disdain for her submissive ordeal and laughed with ease and cruelty. He suddenly pulled his smartphone and started taking pictures without care, as she becomes aware of her new embarrassing situation and tries to escape, without finding any way to succeed, due to the inevitable fall she had to dive into.

She is not posing for Ethan, but her desperate gestures and postures create a whole myriad of different exposure angles from where the unstoppable clicking of Ethan´s phone came is aiming. Standing, running, pleading, cursing, kneeling and even going in all fours, while looking down from the edge of the giant tall table.

Finally she suddenly stops, standing now in defiance, than decides to angrily shout at the giant, on an attempt to remind him of her human rights and dignity. Maybe this new posture could get a whole different and more respectful reaction from him, than pleading and showing vulnerability.

Too late my evil nurse, your 27 pictures are already on 3 massive social media Apps and not being fully naked granted you a bigger audience in family driven media, so right now everyone who was mistreated by you in this Hospital, along with all the town folk and your very neighbors, know exactly how hot you look and what type of sexy underwear you use when at work. You were famous for bad reasons and now you became famous for much better and pleasant reasons. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE END
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