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Can't you see my love? (Mr. I x Nurse)

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Nurse_K

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Jan 9, 2009
Kelly was sitting on her couch with her legs curled up under her. She was flipping through a Victoria's Secret langerie catalog. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head, long earrings dangling from her ears. She wore cute square framed glasses that accentuated her honey brown eyes. She wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, no socks or shoes.

"Hmmm," she said to herself softly as she checked off a particularly scanty langerie set. "Do you like this?" she asked and turned to the man sitting next to her. "I think Kev will like it."
 
"Well, it would certainly look good on you. No doubt about that.

The long haired, blond Richard was almost seething inside with rage, regret, and many other strange feelings he couldn't explain. He didn't like the idea of Kelly getting intimate with this "Kev" character. He resisted the urge to wring on his T-shirt, instead brushing imaginary lint off his denim pants. His voice was cheery and joking, although it almost hurt to try.
 
Kelly laughed and flipped through the rest of the catalog. "You think so?" she tossed the book aside and stretched out, yawning. "Maybe I'll get it, I donno. Kev's so picky, you know? If I don't do it exactly right, he'll get mad at me. Can't have that." she stood up and stretched again, her top raising some so that her navel was exposed. "Are you hungry? I could cook something..."
 
"Well, I can go for something to eat, sure."

Richard was pretty hungry, and he did like Kelly's cooking. He almost lost it when he heard about Kev's demands. It wasn't that he felt she was pbeing to pushy. It was the fact that she was bending over backwards to meet his demands. Why couldn't he make her do that for him?
 
"Kay!" she chirped and walked briskly into the kitchen. She rummaged through the refrigerator and pulled out some chicken. She seasoned it and cooked it in a frying pan. She hummed while she cooked, swaying her hips back and forth. When she cooked, she didn't pay attention to anything except that. The house could be falling down and she wouldn't notice until something feel on the food.
 
"Kelly.....are you sure you wanna be with this guy? What if he's not the one?"

Richard couldn't come out and say exactly what he felt. It didn't matter. He already knew he wasn't going to like the answer. She had been raving and ranting about the guy for months.
 
His question drew her out of her cooking-trance. She turned her head and gave him a weird look. "What? Of course he is. Why wouldn't he be?" she thought that was a strange question, but she thought it was cute that he asked her. She smiled to him, "Thanks for caring, Rich." she cooed and then finished cooking the food. She put it on plates and handed one to him.
 
"I guess you would be..."

Richard felt crushed then angry. He decided that night he was going to do something about it. He beagn eating his food, smiling a false smile to hide his emotions.

"This tastes pretty good. You were always a good cook."
 
"Thanks!" she chimed and ate her food as well. When she was finished she washed her dishes, swaying her hips back and forth again. She was humming some tune she'd made up, not paying attention to anything in the world again. She yawned while she washed, she was more tired than she'd thought she was.
 
When Kelly wasn't looking, Richard poured two glasses of wine and drugged Kelly's glass. He had come prepared, and was not about to let her go to this Kev person. Even if it meant making her into an animal, he'd do anything to keep her. He smiled as he held the two glasses.


"Have a nice drink with me while watching TV?"
 
"Aw, sure Rich!" she smiled and took the glass of wine after she'd finished the dishes. She sipped it, the warmth of the alcohol flowing through her for a moment. She didn't even realize it was drugged. "You're so sweet, Rich. I'm glad we're best friends." it sounded cliche, but she really meant it. She valued him as her best friend, but only as that. She walked back to the living room with him and sat down on the couch, taking another sip of wine.

She began to feel a little woozy, shaking her head a little. "Hmm, I guess I'm really tired..." she slurred, her eyes drooping.
 
"It has been a long day."

Richard smiled as he sipped his own wine glass, surfing through channels. He watched as the drug took effect on Kelly, her eyes drooping slowly. It wouldn't take long; the drug was particularly potent, and he had added a lot to the wine so the combination of the drug and the alcohol would not kill her. As he watched her eyes getting to it's heaviest, he stopped on the porn channel, where it just happened to show a BDSM movie. It was eerily foreboding.
 
She shook her head again, opening her eyes really wide to try to keep herself awake. Her whole body began lagging to the side and she thrust her glass of wine at Rich, "Hold this for me..." she muttered before her eyes suddenly rolled back and she fell over, face down in his lap, completely unconcious.
 
Richard grabbed the glass just as Kelly fell forward. He smiled evilly as she was now fast asleep, dead to the world. He wasted no time stripping her down. Taking in the sight of her naked form for a few seconds, he then dragged her to the bathroom. He tied her arms in the air to the bar, and forced he legs apart in the spread eagle fashion with ropes, making her suspended in mid air. All that was left was to allow her to wake up and the fun could start.
 
The drug was powerful enough to make her fall asleep and allow him to tie her up, but after that it wore off fairly quickly. She began to wake up with a little headache, feeling herself suspended in the air. She lifted her head and blinked, seeing that she was in her bathroom. "What the hell?" she muttered, looking down and seeing herself naked. She shrieked and kicked, but was unable to free herself.

"Richard!" she shrieked, thinking someone had broken in and tied her up like this.
 
"Well, you woke up pretty quickly. Surprising."

Richard was a very different person then he was a few minutes ago. His expression was dark, almost malicious. His eyes burned with intent, and he twitched in anticipation. It was all he could do to hold himself back. He had waited a long time to sample her body. Now he could do that, as well as force her to give up this Kev individual.
 
She jumped when she saw him there, the look on his face unlike any she'd seen before. "R-Richard..." she said quietly, wiggling again. She felt weird being naked in front of him, but she could at least tell that it was him who'd put her up here. "Why am I hanging like this?" she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, "What are you doing?"
 
"You've ignored my signals and my feelings, Kelly. Now, I'm going to make you rightfully and undeniably mine. As of now, I'm going to break you in like a trained dog. You are my sex slave. My whore, my slut, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Richard wasted no time. He immdietly got to work, tracing his finger along Kelly's slit. He played with her pussy lips, slightly rubbing the inside before moving to the clit. He massaged that in circles as he took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking.
 
"What!?" she gasped, instinctively trying to pull away from him as he came towards her. "No! You can't do this! You can't, you can't! I belong to Kevin, Richard. Not you!" she gasped again when he began to touch her, her spread pussy completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch. She jumped when he began to suck on her nipple, it immediately hardened.

"Stop this! Stop!" she demanded, tears welling up in her eyes. "S-s-stop!" she moaned as he began to massage her clit. It felt so good...but she needed him to stop.
 
"Shut up! You hurt me, and now you shall know pain!"

Richard gave one of Kelly's tits a sharp twist for emphasize. He wanted to inflict both pain and pleasure. His mind was mixed up and confused, but all he knew now was that he had already gone this far, and couldn't back down now. He massaged Kelly's clit faster, beggining to feel her get wet already.

"Well well. Little whore feels good already? Such a slut!"
 
"No, no, no, no, no!" she repeated over and over again, shaking her head wildly. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't. Richard was her best friend, they'd known each other since they were in diapers. It was disgusting to think of having a sexual or romantic relationship with him. This was wrong.

"Please, please, Richard. I thought we were friends, I thought you cared about me!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back a little as he rubbed her clit faster. Her leg twitched a little, as it did when she became aroused. "Please, we can talk about this!"
 
"I'm beyond words! Besides, you seem to like what I'm doing!"

Richard's rubbing pace was now furious. His hand was a blur as his fingers ran over her slick juices. Even if Kelly was denying that she liked this, her body wasn't lying at all. Her nipples were hard, her pussy wet, and her body tense in anticipation. He began slapping each one of her breasts, one after the other, never stopping his pace. He wanted her to feel pain like he had, and as sick as it was to admit, to break her into his dog.

"I wouldn't cum if I wear you. I might get....nasty."
 
Luckily for her, his smacking of her breasts lessened the pleasure she was getting from it. It made it easier for her to control what she was feeling, though she still thought what she was feeling from him was far too much. Her body ached from hanging like this, so she gave up trying to right herself. She slumped, her head hanging down and her tears dropping down into the shower.

"I'm...I'm sorry," she murmured, her body twitching occasionally as he rubbed her. An orgasm was stirring in her but she pushed it away, besides that he would hurt her if she came, she didn't want to cum by him.
 
"Saying sorry isn't good enough! I want you to show it!"

Richard stopped his smacking. She didn't seem to be screaming for him to stop, and that was a buzzkill. He wanted her to beg and scream. She was strong willed, and upset, but he was determined to break her. Bending down, he began to sample her juices, slowly licking her wet cunt with his tongue, parting her lips with it's tip.
 
"How can I show you!?" she whimpered helplessly, just wanting to be down from the shower rod. She didn't want to be hanging like this, her legs spread open, her pussy exposed, her body bruised, her dignity trampled on. She jumped when he slowly ran his tongue along her pussy, she hadn't expected him to do that. That spiked her arousal again and she moaned, her body twitching obviously this time. "Please, tell me how I can show you!" she shrieked, feeling that orgasm he didn't want her to have growing stronger.
 
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