Beans on Toast

You wait in silence, thinking about what's happened. In a single day you've been attacked by wolves, and have had sex several times. You can't decide what the weirdest thing has been. Before today, you had gone through a long dry spell. A nurse comes in. Her hair is a dark brown with fading blonde highlights, long and curly. Her face is tanned and her makeup is thick. Dark blue eyeshadow contrasts with her cherry red lipstick. Her most distracting assets however are her humongous tits, kept upwards with what must be the strongest bra in the world. She jiggles with each step. You're so distracted you don't even notice the plate until she places it on the side table.

"Mr. Doe, here's your dinner. Eat it while it's hot." Her accent is British, and so are her teeth. You look at the plate.

Beans on toast.

"What is this?"

"It's dinner. Have you got a problem?"

"This doesn't even look like food. It looks like you opened up a can of beans and just emptied it onto toast."

"I worked really hard on it. Now shut up and stop complaining."

"Are you serious?" You can't hold back your anger. "I'm not eating this slop. Bring me real food."

"You're going to eat the national dish of Britain, and you're going to like it." She says, coldly, but not raising her voice.

"No. I would rather starve." you say, honestly. "In fact, I'd rather eat French cuisine."

She walks over to you, and grabs your wrist. Before you can fight back, she fastens it to the side of the bed. You try to move your other arm but she's surprisingly strong. She fastens it, leaving you helpless.

"Help. Someone" You shout, but she locks the door, and closes the blinds. "You think the other nurses will help you? This island belongs to us." She delicately picks up a slice of toast, using one of her painted fingernails to scoop an errant bean. It plops onto the slimy pile.

"This recipe will give you protein and energy."

"Please stop. I'll eat anything. I'll eat toast. Please, just give me plain toast. I can't stand beans." You plead with her. Her face remains the same.

"Open wide." she says. There is no affection in her voice. She looks down at you as if you are nothing more than a chore. You shake your head. You refuse to give in to this women. She plugs your nose with two fingers. You think back to your training. How you used to dive and spear fish underwater. You hold your breath for as long as possible. You look at her cross, miserable face.

You will resist.

Your lungs burn.

You can resist. She'll give in.

But she doesn't You open your mouth and she shoves he bean toast in your mouth as you gasp. "Eat up now." she says, shoving the beans on toast into your mouth as you **** and cough and spit. A fleck of food lands on her cheek. You fight to move with all your might, your wrists burning as they rub against the cuffs. She grabs the next piece of toast and jams it in.

Tears drip from your eyes, rolling down your face. The pain. The humiliation. How could anyone live like this? You chew the beans and toast, slowly swallowing it all down. The slime and residue slowly sliding down your gullet. Trying to breath after your mouth is empty. You try to fish out the disgusting tasting beans and bits of bread from your teeth.

"That's it. Swallow it all. Every crumb." she says, showing no emotion.

You look at her, defiantly. You feel the rage in your heart. "Release me."

She looks at you, and opens up your medical down to reveal your erect weiner.

"That's not what I mean. Release me from these cuffs. I deserve dignity."

She lightly brushes her nails against your cock, stiff and ready. Full and waiting. She brings her head close to it. You can feel her breath against it.

"It is a proper penis. The next nurse truly is fortunate." She stands up, and walks away, leaving the dirty dish with you. With all of your rage, you muster a scream.

"You banshee! You bimbo! Leaving me exposed and horny. Leaving me cuffed, and unable to move. You fascist bitch, feeding me the worst food in the world, from the worst island in the world. You steal all of the spices, all of the world's wealth and for what? Beans?!" She has long left before you finish. You let out one last deafening scream with all of your breath, unleashing all of your frustration. You hope she heard everything.

Your cock is still erect, exposed to the air. Waiting and dying for release. You try to pull your hands free, but it's no use.

Eventually, you hear a knock and an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello? Can I come in?" It's friendly sounding, polite and high pitched.

"Please come in." You say.

You see a smiling girl, with light brown hair and thick glasses. She walks excitedly towards you.

"Hi, I'm Haylie. I'm here to have sex with you, and wow it looks like you're all ready to go." She sounds excited, and a little shocked when looking at your cock.

"Can you please release my hands?" You ask, softly.

"Oh my god, I didn't even notice them." She says. "Let me free you up right away."

"Thank you, Haylie." you get choked up. "I had this really, cruel nurse before."

"Yup." She nods, listening to you recant what happened. She's in the same, happy mood as she frees your hands, seemingly unbothered as you talk miserable and defeated.

"We call her Nurse Beans. She really loves them. Says that the right combination of beans cures anything. That it's a magical fruit. I wouldn't get on her bad side. She's a little cah-razy." She frees you from bondage.

"Cah-razy? She chah-oked me with beans on toast. I could have died. And even worse, I had to eat beans on toast."

"I know it sounds bad, but trust me. Just fake an apology and her unpleasantness will be all gone. Now, are there any positions that you really like? And remember, you can cum inside of me for this one."

You're a bit stunned by how quickly she turned the subject back to sex. But your cock aches. Your legs are still too damaged to do much.