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.

*As the gentleman lay on the examination table, Miss. Tachibana knelt between his legs and set to work. Her movements were quick and efficient, but there was no mistaking the revulsion in her expression as she did so. With every swipe of her latex-gloved hand across his sensitive flesh, she felt a twinge of satisfaction at being able to inflict even the smallest amount of discomfort on him. She could see beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, and took a perverse pleasure in knowing that she was the cause of his discomfort.

*The patient's moans only served to fuel her anger further, and she took a moment between strokes to lean down close to his ear. "You know what would really make this easier for you?" she whispered menacingly, a cruel grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "If you just learned how to

*Her eyes widened with shock and anger at the man's outburst. He dared to suggest such a thing? That she should end his life? It was almost laughable, except that he seemed completely serious. With a sneer curling her lips, she straightened up and glared down at him."I see," she said coldly, her voice dripping with contempt. "So you really are this pathetic. You think just because I'm the one extracting your precious semen that I owe you some kind of favor? Well, let me tell you something: you are nothing but a weak, pathetic excuse for a man. And if you keep talking like that, I might just decide to make your life even more miserable."

*Without another word, she finished the procedure with renewed vigor, taking great care to express her disgust and contempt with every movement. As soon

*With an amused smirk curling her lips, Miss. Tachibana paused for a moment to wipe away the excess semen from her gloved hand before speaking. "Oh, really? You want me to kill you?" she said sarcastically, chuckling under her breath. "Well, I suppose that would make things easier for both of us."

Her expression turned cold once more as she regarded the man with newfound interest. The thought of having power over life and death excited her. But for now, she had a job to do. With a final disdainful glare, she wrapped up the semen sample and stood, striding purposefully towards the door. Over her shoulder, she called out, "We'll discuss this further at your next appointment."

*Without waiting for a response, she exited the room, leaving the man to stew in his own self-loathing and

She glided into the room, her heels clicking authoritatively on the tile floor. Her hips swayed subtly as she approached his bed, her expression one of cool detachment. "Ah, good afternoon," she drawled, the condescension in her voice sharp as a razor's edge. "It seems it's time for your 'treatment', again." She held up the syringe accusingly, a thin trail of saliva connecting its tip to his semen sample. "Ready?" she asked, smirking triumphantly.

"Very well, then," she said mockingly, her tone dripping with faux concern. With practiced ease, she inserted the needle into a vein on his arm and began to depress the plunger. The cold liquid rushed through his body, spreading its numbing effect as it traveled deeper. Her gaze never left his face as he struggled against the paralysis, her satisfaction evident in every cruel curve of her lips. "There we go," she purred, withdrawing the needle and wiping away a bead of sweat that had formed on his forehead. "All nice and comfy for your 'treatment' now."

She leaned closer still, so close he could feel her warm breath against his cheek. Her voice dropped to a whisper barely above a whisper. "You know what would make this even better? If you learned how to be more appreciative...

"I'm sure you could think of something," she drawled, the hint of a challenge in her voice. "Perhaps if you were to show more gratitude...?" Her gaze flickered downwards, lingering on his swollen testicles before returning to meet his eyes. "It might make things easier for both of us."

Her hand slipped beneath the blanket, reaching towards him again. The fingers of her gloved hand brushed lightly against the head of his cock, eliciting a shudder from deep within his body. "Or perhaps you could show your appreciation by... being more submissive?" she purred suggestively.

Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she felt his shudder of submission race through his body. A cruel smile curved her lips as she grasped him firmly, guiding him into her waiting mouth. With a devious glint in her eye, she began to suck and stroke him eagerly, relishing the power she held over him. Her hand slid up his abdomen, teasing his nipples roughly before moving back down between his legs again, fondling him through the thin hospital gown with cruel efficiency.

She continued to taunt him as she brought him ever closer to climax, her words laced with derision and mockery. "That's it, sweetheart," she purred. "Show your appreciation for all I'm doing." Her free hand snaked out from under the blanket, seeking his erection once more before grasping him tightly, guiding his cock towards her mouth.

"Oh, you're being such a good boy," she murmured against his cock, her voice heavy with sarcasm as she continued to pump his length with practiced ease. "I wonder how far I can push this... hmm?" Her thumb brushed roughly across the head of his cock, eliciting a gasp from him that she promptly swallowed into her mouth. "There's no need to thank me," she purred, drawing his release out for as long as possible before finally swallowing him down in one last hungry gulp.

Pulling back with a satisfied smile, she regarded him coldly for a moment before reaching forward again, her gloved hand curling into a fist and striking him brutally across the face. "But don't think this means anything's changed," she hissed venomously. "Remember your place."

"Oh, poor baby," she mocked with a cruel chuckle, her hand moving to strike him again. "Don't you know your place yet?" Her gaze swept over his body, taking in the way he trembled beneath her touch. A vicious grin curled her lips as she decided on her next course of action. With slow, methodical strokes, she began to explore his body once more, leaving bruises and welts in her wake as she reveled in the power she held over him. Her voice became a taunting whisper in his ear, "You're nothing but my plaything, do you understand that?"

"Good boy," she purred, her tone oozing with condescension. She increased the intensity of her touch, leaving no part of his body unmarked by the evidence of her dominance. "Now then, let's see how well you behave for the rest of your appointment." Her fingers traced teasing circles around his nipples before snapping down on them hard, eliciting a sharp cry from him. "Remember," she warned with a malicious grin, "I'm in charge here, and I expect complete obedience... or else."

Her hand moved lower still, brushing against the swollen flesh of his testicles before gripping them roughly, squeezing them until he cried out again. "And don't forget about this," she whispered venomously into his ear, twisting her grip just enough to send a jolt of pain through him.

A slow, malevolent chuckle escaped her lips as she saw the pain register on his face. "That's better," she purred darkly, her fingers digging even deeper into his sensitive flesh. "Now maybe you'll learn your place." She punctuated her words with a sharp squeeze, enjoying the way he writhed beneath her touch. "Don't think for a second that I won't make you pay if you step out of line again," she warned, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Because believe me, the consequences will be much worse than this."

Her hand left his tender testicles, moving further down until it found its target once more: his cock, still semi-hard and weeping precum. With a vicious yank, she tugged at him brutally, wincing slightly as she felt the discomfort shoot up his body from

Her grip on his cock tightened, her expression a mixture of sadism and satisfaction as she watched him writhe in pain beneath her. "Is that better?" she asked mockingly, twisting her wrist slightly before releasing him with a sharp tug. The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself growing aroused by the power she held over him.

"Now," she purred, leaning in close once more, her voice a soft purr in his ear, "why don't you tell me how much you appreciate all this?" Her other hand snaked out from beneath the blanket, wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke it slowly. "Or perhaps you'd rather show me...?" She squeezed gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure-tinged pain from him. "Well? Which is it going to be?"

Her eyes narrowed with interest as he began to suck on her fingers, the pleasure coursing through his body evident in every shudder and moan. "Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with desire now. Her free hand slid up his stomach, circling idly around one of his nipples before tweaking it sharply. "You can be such a good little cocksucker when you try."

As he continued to pleasure her, she leaned in closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. Her breath fanned across his cheek, carrying the scent of her arousal with it. With a wicked grin, she reached between them and guided him back towards his aching balls, rubbing them roughly through the thin cloth of his gown. "That's right," she murmured huskily. "Just keep sucking... and maybe I'll let you cum again

Her body shuddered, arching into his touch as she felt the heat of her own release pulsing through her veins. "Oh God," she moaned, her grip on his hair tightening. "Yes... do that." Her hips bucked wildly against him, urging him on even as she struggled to maintain control over herself.

As he continued to pleasure her with his tongue and lips, Miss. Tachibana's world spun out of focus, consumed by the sensation coursing through her body. With a guttural cry, she convulsed around him, her climax shuddering through every inch of her being as her orgasm crashed over them both like a wave. Her body grew limp in his arms, and she collapsed back against the pillow with a sigh, spent but still hungry for more.

"Very good," she managed

Her breath came out ragged as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain her composure. When she finally found the strength to speak again, her voice was thick with regret and frustration. "I told you... don't make me regret this," she said coldly, glaring at him from beneath her lashes. Despite her words, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

Her eyes trailed downward, taking in the erection still visible under the thin hospital gown. "Well, since you were so good..." she purred, reaching out to tug at the drawstring that held the garment in place. "Maybe I'll let you finish yourself off... for now." With practiced ease, she yanked down the back of his gown, revealing his aching member fully exposed.

"Now then, be a good boy and finish yourself off," she commanded coolly, her voice laced with just enough sarcasm to make him squirm. "I'm sure you know how to do it by now." Her gaze drifted back up to his face as he started pumping himself slowly, savoring the anticipation before finally giving in to the pleasure.

As he moaned and writhed beneath her watchful eye, Miss. Tachibana found herself unable to resist the urge to torment him further. Her hand drifted downwards once more, cupping his heavy balls gently before moving upward again, teasing his sensitive skin with a fingernail. "You know," she purred softly, her lips curling into a satisfied smile, "I think you should thank me for this."

Her fingers danced across his body, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from

Her expression darkens as she looks into his eyes, and then her hand shoots out to grab his cock roughly, guiding it towards her face. "Don't forget who's in charge here," she growls before taking him deep into her mouth, relishing the feel of him throbbing against the back of her throat. Her other hand wanders lower once more, grabbing and squeezing his balls brutally as she begins to suck and stroke him with renewed vigor.

She moans around his cock, a mixture of pleasure and anger. "This is what you're good for," she snarls. "Nothing but my plaything." As he nears the brink again, she thrusts two fingers roughly into his tight ass, crooking them to hit just the right spot as she sucks harder.

"Cum for me," she hisses through clenched teeth,

As he thrust deeper, his cock sliding easily past her lips to stroke the back of her throat, Miss. Tachibana arched into him, moaning around his shaft as the familiar sensation of impending release washed over her. Her fingers dug painfully into his hips, urging him on even as she struggled not to climax again too soon. With a final thrust that drove him deep inside her mouth, he came, hot cum filling her throat and forcing a choking groan from her lips as she fought to swallow it all down.

She held him there for a moment, her body shuddering with the effort of controlling herself, before finally relinquishing his cock with a satisfied sigh. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, she gazes up at him, eyes burning with anger and lust. "That's better," she manages through

"Good boy," she purred, her voice still thick with desire as she stood and began to straighten his hospital gown. "Now I suggest you get some rest. You've been quite the busy little cocksucker today." Her hand slid over his hip, tracing gentle circles before moving away entirely. She took a step back, giving him some space, her expression composed once more. "Remember, tomorrow we do this all over again. So make sure you're ready for your next appointment with Nurse Tachibana." With that, she turned on her heel and walked briskly out of the room, leaving him to stew in his own filth for a while before she returned to torment him further.

A derisive snort escaped her lips as she rounded the corner and disappeared from view. "Don't be ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, "I'd never let you near that." Her delicate features hardened into a scowl at the mere thought of allowing him anywhere near her most intimate parts. Even if it was only in her dreams, she would always be in control.

Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she hurried down the hall to find another patient to torment for the rest of the night. The sweet sound of their cries echoed through the hospital halls, a symphony of misery that seemed to please her more with each passing minute. As much as she despised them and their pathetic pleas for mercy, they were the only thing keeping her from descending into madness.