Oni Night Nurse (Femdom, Oni, Handjob)

I hit a Wurm with my car. She was okay, just a little confused, and her husband had to explain to her that there was a car embedded in her haunches. So just to get that out of the way, the Wurm was fine.

I, however, was driving my grandmother’s pre-Portal Opening Prius, and as I careened towards the wayward Wurm in my whisper-quiet car at sub automobile speeds, my entire life flashed before my eyes. I don’t remember the moment of impact, or the Wurm ripping open my car to get me. What I do remember was waking up in traction, with my legs and arms in a cast. My nose was itching, too, but perhaps worst of all, although I had a mouth, I could not scream.

For my jaw was wired shut, due to a separate incident a few days earlier. It was not my proudest moment: I broke my jaw trying to bite through a rock. Let’s just say you shouldn’t mimic what a streamer does, even if you are really drunk, and your buddy Needles says that he bet a Samoan guy fifty bucks that you could do it.

When I came to in a hospital bed two days after the crash, my arms and legs were suspended by wires and wrapped in casts. I had a long chat with the on Doc, although chat is perhaps an improper word. It was very one-sided conversation.

He told me that I would be here for a few months, but the drugs and balms should keep the pain down to a manageable, constant ache. He also said the biggest issues were likely to be mental, as I would be held immobile for quite some time. He said though, with a smile, that he was sure the nurses would help me with that.

He left, and I was off to a day of laying utterly still and watching the Hallmark channel on an old tube TV. Next to my bed were two get well cards. The first had the message, “u own me $50, fgt”, written in Needle’s surprisingly neat print. The second had the words, “You owe me a new car, faggot,” written in my grandmother’s flowing cursive. I groaned. I wasn’t having a great day, and I had many more such days to look forward to.

My nurse was a roughspun Alp named Frank, who swore like a sailor and strangely wanted to talk to me about her son Morty, who was in college to be a stunt man. She talked to me for a while, and though she was a very nice woman, I found myself wishing I would slip into a coma.

“…Morty says he’s best in his class at pretending that a ninety pound woman just leveled him. But anyways, I’m going off shift, hun. Hey, I hadn’t noticed before, but the chart here says, that you are single! Trying to get that Rhubarb pie, are we?”

I nodded. The Rhubarb pie was the ceremonial dish of a man who had made it to the age of wizard-dom without being deflowered, eaten with victory, a kind of modern day equivalent of the wooden sword given to a gladiator. It was a nearly impossible task, what with the mixture of aggressive, big girls and submissive, dainty girls eager to be the first to pop your cherry. I was about 8 years out, which meant that I had gotten 90% farther than most men, who tended to be snatched within weeks of turning 18 (and in a some countries and states, a few weeks before).

“Well, you got nothing to worry about. Most of the staff here are already married,” Frank said, snorting. “We do got a couple new hires, but to be honest nurse-on-patient rape happens rarer than you’d think. Only half of the nurses met their husbands that way. The others are married to Doctors, of course. What’s funny is my Morty, he married a Doctor. She’s an eye doctor, which is funny because she’s a gazer. Not sure why that’s funny, but I guess all them eyes kind of make her an expert. Anyway, I’m rambling. I’m horny and I gotta go home and blow my husband before he wakes up for his night shift. Have a good night, Mister Reed!”

Frank walked for the doorway, her long tail swishing. “Oh, by the way…” she added, looking back over her shoulder. “At this hospital, just so you know, the rule is that if a nurse makes a guy cum, then he is hers. Have a good night!”

This didn’t surprise me, because this was the rule at the grocery store, the arboretum, the church, and perhaps most controversially, the dentist’s chair. I would be defenseless. Helpless, and totally at the mercy of any nurse who might wish to molest me. I started to harden at the thought, but knew that would be my doom. I had a 50% chance of getting a married nurse tonight. If not, there was little I could do except one thing: not get an erection. Mamono would be perfect ladies, so long as you didn’t have a stiffy. But if you did, you were consenting, and fair game.

With a (difficult) sigh I settled into watching Kevin Sorbo explain Christmas to Emilia Clarke. I stared out the window. It was July. I was in hell. How many hours did I languish, watching commercials for protecting your title to your house, or ads for some shitty product Emeril was hocking?

Then the room shook. It was a welcome distraction, and I hoped that maybe it was an earthquake which would send me careening to the earth and end the marathon of sappy romances (which I secretly enjoyed, and that was the worst of it.)

But the thundering grew more intense, and I could hear the clacking of shoes with each rumble. It was a girl. A big girl. And she was coming down the hall. The clacking shoes stopped outside my door. After the shuffle of some papers, woman stepped through the doorway, or rather, ducked through it.

It was a red-skinned Oni, tall and muscled, with fulsome breasts, big full arms, and giant thighs. A fetching white horn came out of her forehead, gleaming from the overhead light. And then there were her eyes. Violet and bright, they were so vibrant and powerful, so feminine and wild, that I felt them almost hypnotize me. My heart (and my cock) leapt at the sight of her, although in my traction I was quite certain that intercourse would kill me, and I did my best to suppress a stiffy. But man, those eyes…

She smoothed out her extremely tight, white nurse uniform, which hugged her curves almost as closely as I would have, if I weren’t struggling to live. The uniform strained, and by its bulging I could tell that if she flexed her massive muscles in just the right way, it would tear to pieces. She was already tall, but in her high-platform heels she stood at least ten feet. Her eyes gleamed with a somewhat glassy stare, doubtless the lingering traces of intoxication from the large gourd which hung from her side. She grinned at me with those big fangs of an Oni, sizing me up like prey. I felt like a meal.

“Hello, Mister Reed,” The Oni said in a husky voice. She took a swig from her gourd-jug and gulped loudly. “My name is Magda. I’m going to be your night nurse. If you need anything, ANYTHING, you just let me know, okay?”

“Rnnngh,” I said, doing my best to mod.

“Okay good,” she said, smiling. She proceeded to fluff my pillow, scratch my nose, and deftly reposition me. Those muscles turned out to be useful, and I was amazed by how much more comfortable I was after a few moves.

“Better?” She asked.

I nodded. “Rnnngh rnngh,” I replied.

“You’re welcome. Just glad I could help,” she said. She stared at my broken legs and arms, and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Why this must just be terrible! I bet you are so horny right now.”

I looked to my new nurse with wide eyes. “Rnnngh?”

Magda leaned down close to my face, bringing her soft cheek until it was almost touching mine. My heart pounded. “Well, it’s been over twenty four hours since you got here…” she explained. “A boy has half the sex drive of a mamono, and I masturbate eight times a day. So therefore, you must be seriously backed up, young man!”

“Rnngh Rnngh!” I said, vainly trying to point out that I didn’t, in fact, masturbate that much.

“Well don’t you worry, Mister Reed- I’ll make sure you are satisfied,” she said. She ran a finger on my nose, the only exposed part of my face. “The minute I see your penis get stiff, I’ll get it taken care of. Until then, is there anything you want?” She asked, breathing in my face. The secondhand booze made my head swim.

I looked to the remote, on the table to my right, and utterly beyond my reach. “Rnnngh?” I asked, motioning as best I could with my head and eyes.

“Oh, you’d like to watch something else?” She asked. She walked over, oddly stepping in between the table and the bed, and bent down. Magda’s muscular ass pressed against my immobilized head, her taut buttocks bullying my face. I shut my eyes, unconsciously imagining the thrill of burying my tongue between her muscular ass cheeks and tasting the wonderful salty sweat of her body. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t. The Rhubarb pie! I tried to breathe, thinking of the least sexy thing I could think of to lose my arousal: NTR.

That worked, well, it half did. NTR is unsexy, but a sexy ass is a sexy ass. After a vigorous shake of her rear, which I was sure was just to let me know that she knew what affect her ass was having on me, she stood up and faced the television with the remote.

“Here, I’ll put on the Gorilla and Tank Channel,” she said.

With a click, the screen switched from sappy Christmas wholesomeness to an M4 Sherman, racing across the desert terrain. A Gorilla looked out from the turret hatch, a steel-eyed, veteran Tank Commander, his binoculars raised as he looked off in the distance. The battle of El Apemain was about to begin.

“There,” she said. “This is the most popular show in the universe. You should enjoy it.”

I had heard this show was good, and I watched with interest as primate war played out on the screen.

“Is there anything else?” She asked.

I looked over at the Oni, and her tight muscled body. She was so beautiful. Strong, and with such a cute face, that I couldn’t help myself from thinking thoughts about her. I tried to stop it, I really did, but my penis stirred. Her eyes caught my gaze, and she smiled – even blushed.

“Oh, so you like my muscles?” Magda asked. She flexed her bicep, and my mouth watered. Her arm was the perfect mix of smooth femininity and raw, powerful strength.

I meant to shake my head, but I nodded instead, overcome by my desires and my deepmost desire to have a muscular Oni fuck the shit out of me. The allure of a Rhubarb Pie was fading.

“I think that a poor boy like you deserves to see a bit more of a girl like me..” she said. “I think that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I had been in this situation before, at other times, with other mamono, and I had always found the diplomatic way to get out of a hard fucking. But this time, I couldn’t. I just didn’t have the power. She was too goddamn gorgeous.

I nodded.

Smirking, Magda unbuttoned her uniform and removed her top, revealing her round, perfect breasts cupped in a white bra, and her awesomely muscular arms and shoulders.

She stopped a moment and flexed, letting me drink in her bare arms and tight abs. Holy shit, those abs. I couldn’t help but try to stick my tongue out, imagining the taste of every groove on her tight tummy. Alas, my jaw was wired shut.

And yet, my wish was still perceptible to the Oni. “Ohh, eager to lick, are we? Well I don’t mean to tease, but I suppose I could show you what you are missing…”

Her skirt fell away next, revealing pure white panties which already had a small stain on the front. The air in the room became strong with the distinctive, alcoholic aroma of aroused Oni.

In her nurse uniform she had been cute and titillating, but in a bra and panties, she was outright irresistible. I squirmed, imagining the feeling of her muscular body in my hands. My heart began to thump louder in my chest.

“Rnnnnnnnnngggggh…” I said.

“Oh, this must just be torture,” Magda said, with more than a bit of devilish mischief. She turned and looked over her shoulder, showing me her large, muscled ass and sighs. “Me being so, so close to naked. Tantalizing, isn’t it?”

I nodded vigorously. This was torture.

“Well, I’ll fix that,” she said. Her bra fell away.

Naked Magda almost made me faint. Her nipples were pointy and perfect, her areola’s flawless circles. And when she removed her tiny panties, it made all the difference in the world. I saw her moist slit, with its trimmed dark hair, and watched as her freed sex and thighs wriggled, the muscles bulging and shimmering with her natural lubricant. She turned, letting me see her amazing ass. I could not do anything but harden at the sight. She saw the longing in my face, and the smell of aroused Oni intensified.

“God this is so hot…I’m sweating,” she said. The glistening sweat on her hard body only made her more desirable. I whimpered, miserably.

“Oh, don’t feel bad!” She said. “It seems only fair that since I’ll be sponge-bathing you, when you are better, you’ll bathe me. How does that sound?”

It sounded nice, I had to admit. But that would mean…

“Running a soft along my nice, hard muscles…”

My penis was stiff. No, I told myself. The rhubarb pie. The…I couldn’t even think of anything to get un-aroused. All I could see were perfect, amazing sexual things. An Oni ass. Oni pussy. Oni tits. Oni biceps.

Abs.

“Rnnnnnnnnnngh,” I said, losing the mental battle.

“Yes, you are right,” she said. “It isn’t fair that I’m naked and you are not. A boy should never, ever have more clothes on than an Oni. Boys are for sex, after all.”

She walked in closer, and I could feel the heat and raw power radiating from her naked body. The glistening of her sweat, the flexing of her muscles, had more dominating effect over me than any leather corset or whip. As her hands reached at my exposed underwear, I couldn’t even remember what kind of fucking pie I was so eager to get.

With what felt like genuine anger and hatred, she ripped my underwear off me, and with a straining of her muscles, she tore the underwear in half, strap and all, and discarded them. “You have no idea how much I hate these,” she explained with clenched teeth. “The very concept of male clothing. I mean, it’s fine for Dad’s or men I’m not married to, but not for you. Not for you…”

This talk made me quake with excitement, and my boner was quite obvious. Magda, of course savored and relished in my hard-on. As she stared at it, I became so stiff started to hurt. I was now not resisting release, I was absolutely desperate for it.

“Rrrnnngh rrrrnggh rrrrrrrngh!” I pleaded.

“Well look at that,” she said triumphantly. “Not even a half hour and you have a boner. You are a very horny boy, aren’t you?

I nodded, drunk with arousal, as she laughed and took another swig from her jug.

“Okay, Mister Reed, just calm down,” she said in a devilishly playful tone. “I’ll take care of you right now.”

She reached down, her violet eyes brightening as she bit her lip. Her powerful Oni hand slowly encircled my cock and squeezed around the base. My face betrayed the combination of agony and ecstasy that I felt, and her face lit up with a look of victory and pleasure. While I was in agony, eager for more touching, she was deeply spiritually attuned, savoring my desire of her body and control.

Her hand gripped my shaft, and immobilized in traction, my jaw wired shut, all I could do was feel as her fingers and palm slid up and down, pulsing and squeezing as they went, drawing out a long, slow moan as she moved. It had been a while since I had had release, and I realized that Magda had no intention of letting anything remain inside my balls.

The stroking produced its affect, and I felt immense pleasure worked upon me as she strokes slowly but stiffly.

“Ohhh, this little guy looks good enough to eat…” she said. She circled the bed and crouched down, and though I couldn’t see her, I felt her warm breath against my shaking, rock-hard cock. I heard the sound of her licking her lips, and then felt her moist, long tongue against my shaft and head. My whole body, suspended though it was, quaked with this unimaginable pleasure.

“Oh my, I got to you just in time, Mister Reed,” Magda said, letting out a hot gust of her breath on my shaft and balls. “You’re positively about to burst!”

I could only see the top of her head, the tip of her white horn, but I could feel her every act. Each lash of her tongue against my helpless, swollen member sent a thrill up my body. Every single time she licked, she smacked her lips as if she were tasting the sweetest honey, and my heart felt like it might burst from excitement.

“There’s no taste like yours, Mister Reed,” she said. Her mouth worked down to my balls with little kisses, then licked and suckled them voraciously.

“RRRNNNNNGGGH!” I cried out.

“Mmmm, I can taste the testosterone,” she said. “Once I start emptying these things, I’ll be able to lift more weight, you know. Oni who regularly consume the entire contents of their husbands’ balls can become two, or even three times stronger…”

She licked my balls again, making me shudder and throb. She giggled, which was both girly and yet powerful, as she fondled and kissed my swelling testicles.

“Of course, Oni become addicted to boy juice. We have addictive personalities: comes from the alcohol. So I’ll need to frequently empty your balls down my throat. Hell, I haven’t even done it yet, and it’s all I can think of! So, I’m just going to start sampling some of this…Hubby”

“…rnnngh…” I protested weakly. My last protest.

“Aww, is this about the rhubarb pie?” She asked. “Well don’t worry: you’ll be getting lots of pie. As soon as that jaw is unwired and your body’s back to normal, I plan to get you drunk on my pussy. Would you like that?”

My mouth watered, and I nodded vigorously. She licked my balls and shaft with intensity, making me shudder, and bringing me near to orgasm.

“I could suck it all out…” she said, panting, giving me one more lick which stopped at my cock head and flittered at the very tip. “But I think it best I use my hand. I want to look into your eyes, and watch what is going on inside you, while I milk you.”

She came around to my left side, her breasts and rippling biceps tantalizingly close to my wired jaw. Torture! Anguish! And yet, release would come. She reached down between her legs for a moment and brought up her sopping wet fingers to my view.

“Lube,” she explained, blowing my mind. She put hand onto my cock again, this time sopping wet with her sex, squeezing with even more force than before. Her pussy juices squished against my cock, making it tingle.

“Do you like that?” She whispered, her eyes staring into mine. “Do you like me using my pussy juices, on my hand, to fuck you? One day, it’s going to be my pussy milking you like this. You’re going to cum in my womb, and I’m going to get pregnant. Over and over.”

“RNNNNNGH…” I groaned. The slickness of her lubed hand overwhelmed me, and I looked to the ceiling.

I felt her other hand gingerly touch my temple.

“No, no…” she whispered, her violet eyes staring into mine. “Don’t look away. I want to see your eyes. See into your soul. Watch as I take over, as I push my way in. You are my patient, I am your nurse. I’m going to take care of you. Forever.”

I groaned, but did not look away. I was locked into her gaze, seeing all her lust, her strength, as she continued to squeeze my cock and slide her hand up and down, up and down. I couldn’t pump my hips. I was totally at her mercy, totally dependent upon her. All I could do was melt in her gaze, my expression of infinite gratitude making her begin to sweat, and making her breath quicken.

She fingered herself with her other hand as she stroked me, stopping on occasion only to smear her sopping wet hand on my cock. In her eyes, I could see her frustration. She wanted to fuck me, and fuck me hard, but she knew I would break in half in my current condition. She would have to be content with using her pussy juices to dominate me with her hand.

Magda’s hand rose up and down, and her strength flowed into the act of milking me. My poor manhood, reeling and aching, unable to handle such intense affection, was soon throbbing. Feeling my penis reaching the end of its durability, she stared into my eyes, conquering my soul, as she gave my cock one final, dominating squeeze.

The moment of my cumshot, my vision became a tunnel, a tunnel upon those velvet eyes, as they, my erupting manhood, and the tight hand which gripped me became the full extent of all existence. I rode the cresting wave of utter ecstasy, transferred into a phantom which orbited about Magda, the center of the universe, the only thing which mattered.

She moved her other hand to catch my spunk, and I erupted, endlessly, into her hands. My balls emptied, each shot delivering amazing pleasure, each shot caught by my eager Oni wife, who laughed with total delight and triumph as she watched her conquered man cum at her touch.

Magda held up her cupped hand, almost overflowing with my prodigious goo. She smiled at me, then ran her tongue along it with a loud slurp, taking it all into her mouth. She swallowed with a gulp, and for a moment, she swooned.

“Oh wow, hubby,” She exclaimed, using a new title for me, hard won by busting my nut. “That right there is the best shit I ever drank. It’s so, so strong. God, I feel like I could crush a car! Thank you so, so much baby…”

“Rnngh…rnngh…rnnngh…” I said, whimpering.

“Awwww, you’re cute!” She said with a laugh. She kissed me on the forehead. “I should let you rest. Oh! Gotta scent mark you…”

She reached down between her legs, and smeared her wet fingers all over my body. She then gave me one final kiss, collected her clothes, and walked to the door. She was still naked, but walked with the assuredness of a woman who was totally unfettered by the concept of shame at her nude body.

“I gotta go get dressed and check on the other patients. See you in about fifteen minutes, honey,” Magda said, blowing me a kiss before turning her big frame and walking out the door. “Enjoy your gorilla program. And don’t feel bad about the Rhubarb pie; I’m going to bake you one as soon as your jaw is unwired, okay?”

I nodded happily. Magda really was a great gal.

I did some rough calculations, and concluded that if her plan really was to fuck me in fifteen minute intervals all night, over six months, she would rape me over eight thousand times.

I settled in to watching the Gorilla and Tank channel, as General Eat D. Bananahauer gave a rousing speech to his troops, before they set off to fight the Chimpanzees of the Third Reich in an epic amphibious assault. God, I thought to myself. I might be in Heaven.

And I was still going to get a Rhubarb Pie.

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2 thoughts on “Oni Night Nurse (Femdom, Oni, Handjob)

  1. I didn’t get all of the shitposting, but it still made me laugh!
    It was also really sweet and cute.
    My brain, my funny box and my heart thank you, good sir ^^

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