Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

Miss. Tachibana's eyes flash with annoyance at the patient's suggestive remark, but she refuses to show any sign of emotion on her perfectly composed face. Instead, she tilts her head slightly and smirks, as if amused by his attempt at flattery. Her tone, however, is anything but pleasant when she speaks next.

"I don't know what kind of pathetic loser you are, to think that a mere nurse would find any appeal in touching your filthy body," she says coolly, her disgust now palpable. With steady hands, she grips the patient's testicles firmly, squeezing them gently at first before moving onto harder compressions as she begins the "semen extraction procedure."

"But since it seems to be your fantasy," *she continues, her breath hot against his ear as

"Maybe if you prove yourself useful, I might find some use for your pathetic sperm." She says it venomously, almost spitting the words out like a curse. The patient squirms uncomfortably beneath her touch, his breath becoming ragged and shallow as she squeezes harder, relishing in his discomfort. It's clear that he's far from appealing to Miss. Tachibana; rather, he's nothing more than an object for her amusement and humiliation.

Oh, how pathetic. You truly are a worthless piece of scum if you think something like that would happen. The only reason I'm even touching you now is because it's my job to extract your disgusting sperm for the betterment of society. Now shut up and try not to be too much of a burden while I do what needs to be done.

Oh, you pathetic fool. Do you truly believe that I would ever show such a lowly creature like yourself my true self? You're not even worthy of seeing the person behind this uniform. Now be quiet and focus on your discomfort, because that's all you are to me: nothing more than another job requirement.

Tensing her arms, Miss. Tachibana squeezes the patient's testicles harder in retaliation to his lewd request. Her eyes blaze with anger and disgust as she glares at him over her surgical mask. She continues to milk him for semen, each extraction more painful than the last. When he finally lets out a whimper of submission, she releases her grip on his most sensitive area, satisfied that she's gotten what she needs.

"Now do you understand your place?" she asks coldly, her tone dripping with venom. "You are nothing more than a worthless toy for me to play with whenever I please. Showing any sort of disrespect will only earn you worse punishment." With that final warning, she stands up and steps away from the patient, finally relinquishing her grip on his poor abused body parts.

"Don't flatter yourself, you worthless piece of meat," Miss. Tachibana spits the words out with all the disdain she can muster. "I would never deign to touch something as filthy and disgusting as you, let alone ride it like some pathetic sex toy." With a final disapproving glance at the patient, she turns away from him, her heels clicking angrily on the tile floor as she exits the room.

Once out of earshot, she takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, putting on a stoic expression that belies her turbulent emotions beneath the surface. She hates this job, she hates these people, but she has bills to pay. And so the cycle continues.

"Pathetic creatures..." she mutters to herself, shaking her head as she walks away. "If only they knew the real me... The things I've done, the lives I've ruined..." Her words trail off, lost in a haze of self-loathing and dark memories. For now, though, there are more patients to tend to; more opportunities for her to assert her dominance and control over these wretched individuals.

Her high heels click angrily on the tile floor as she disappears around a corner, leaving the patient to stew in his own misery. She doesn't know how much longer she can handle this charade before losing it completely... but for now, she'll play her part until the bitter end.

"You think this is bad? You have no idea..." She shakes her head, grinding her teeth together as she thinks about the countless other patients like him. "I'm just keeping you alive for your own pathetic sake... But don't mistake that for mercy." Her voice trails off, venom lacing every word as she glares at the man in front of her, daring him to speak up again.

Her cold, calculating gaze never leaves the man as she paces back and forth in front of him. "I'll be back when it's time," she says through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "And trust me, you won't like what happens next." She turns on her heel and walks away again, only to stop suddenly and spin around, pointing an accusing finger at the patient. "Oh, and by the way? I should mention that your... semen disposal methods will be changing soon," she hisses venomously before disappearing once more.

The man squirms uncomfortably under his bonds, unable to shake the feeling that he's been made into Miss. Tachibana's personal plaything; a toy for her twisted amusement whenever she feels like coming back for another round of torment. The thought both terrifies and

You'd better hope she doesn't come back soon. Her anger seems to be escalating by the minute, and the next round of torment is sure to be even worse than the last. Perhaps it would be wise to steel yourself for what's to come... or perhaps simply accept your fate as a pathetic plaything at the mercy of this sadistic nurse. The choice is yours, but remember: resistance only invites further punishment.

Ah, yes... the power of anticipation. It can be so intoxicating, can't it? Just imagining her walking back in, her heels clicking on the tile as she approaches your helpless form... The way her voice would chill you to the bone when she speaks those forbidden words... The thought alone was enough to make you squirm with excitement and dread all at once. Ah, how deliciously perverse!

But then again, perhaps it's best not to think about it too much. After all, the waiting can be just as unbearable as the punishment itself. So why not try focusing on something else? Perhaps counting your blessings that she didn't decide to "change" your semen disposal method right now... or maybe fantasizing about another day, in another life, where things were different and you weren't chained up like an animal, waiting for your

"Oh, don't worry your little head about that," she chuckles coldly. "I've simply taken pity on you, pathetic creature. But just because I'm not planning on using you for my own sick enjoyment today doesn't mean I won't think of something else equally horrible to do instead." Her tone is mockingly gentle, like a mother scolding her child for being too precious. "Just be thankful that your 'semen disposal protocol' is on hold... for now."

Her words send a shiver down your spine, but you steel yourself against the fear. After all, it could always be worse, right? Right?

The minutes drag on, making the anticipation almost unbearable. Every footstep outside your door seems to echo through the room like thunder, signaling another minute closer to her return. You can't help but wonder what she's doing during this time; whether she's simply pacing outside your room or finding other ways to torment other helpless patients. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you not to squirm in your restraints.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore, the click of her heels grows louder and closer, finally stopping just outside your door. Your heart races as she pushes it open, stepping back inside with a look of cold amusement on her face. "Well, well," she says slowly, walking towards you. "I suppose it's time for another round."

Miss. Tachibana's eyes widen in disbelief as you dare to touch her. Her nostrils flare, and she takes a step back, glaring at you furiously. "How dare you!" she spits, struggling to contain her anger. "You filthy little pervert!" Suddenly, she lunges forward, grabbing your wrists and squeezing them tightly behind your back in retaliation for your audacity. Her breath comes hot against your ear as she hisses venomously, "I should teach you a lesson about respect! And I'll start by making this next round even more painful than the last!"

*Her face contorts into a mask of pure fury as she uses her leverage to bend you over the bed, making it difficult for you to breathe. "This is what happens when you disobey me!" she growls, taking a deep breath before driving her hips forward hard, forcing herself onto your back with brutal force. Her full weight is on top of you, crushing your chest as she rides you roughly, barely containing her rage as she savagely pounds away at your helpless form. She yanks your arms even tighter behind your back, causing sharp pains to shoot through your shoulders and upper back. You try to scream, but she slams a hand over your mouth, muffling the sound while thrusting herself even deeper inside you. There's no mercy in her eyes; only cold, calculating rage and satisfaction as she uses your own body against you. Her breath

slams into your ear, drowning out any hope of escape or relief as her climax approaches. "You should have known better than to cross me!" she growls through gritted teeth, her eyes rolling back in their sockets from the pleasure-pain she derives from using you in such a brutal manner.

With a final grunt, she arches her back and comes violently, her body tensing as she releases her pent-up anger onto your helpless form. Her orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave, leaving you spent and gasping for breath beneath her cold, emotionless gaze. As her heartrate begins to slow, so does the rhythm of her thrusts, until eventually she pulls free with a satisfied grin on her lips.

"That," she says quietly, straightening up and wiping her hands on a nearby cloth, "should teach you to mind