miracle doctor Jim

first nurse pov

A miracle that man just performed an honest to God miracle. I don't know how, but he undone what Dr. Pyg did to me. He gave me back my mind. I can think again. I'm not just Dr. Pyg's doll or his little piglet, as he likes to call me when he uses me to get off. I look at the other nurse, and I can see it in her eyes as well. She can think again too, but we need to stifle it for now. Pretend we're still Dr. Pyg's broken toys, or he'll try to undo what Jim fixed, and if he can't have his dollotrons, he'll make sure no one can have us permanently.

I get behind Dr. Pyg, following him back into the operation room along with my fellow nurse. Together we begin cleaning up the operating table as well as wiping down the tools. We work for a while still pretending to be the nearly brain dead things we once were under Dr. Pyg's watchful eye.

He occasionally took opportunities to grope our chest and ass, not out of a sense of lust but out of a sense of pride. That we were once beautiful independent women reduced to nothing more than willing animals for his service showed his genius in his eye. It took all my willpower not to stab him with a scalpel.

As we worked, I think back before any of this, back when I was Melonie, just a student studying to be a nurse at Gotham University College, but one night after coming home late from an afternoon class, I was grabbed by Dr.Pyg's dolotrons, the previous generation of victims before me of his who have been modified through surgery to destroy their nerves and brains, causing them to lose any sense of self as well as any feeling of pain.

I got what some might consider an even worse fate as Dr. Pyg performed an alternative version of the conversion process. So my brain was damaged to the point where my sense of self was gone, but I still had most of my memory and fine motor skills, which was just enough for me to be a Dr. Pyg assistant nurse.

He also decided that instead of destroying my nerves, he would alter them, so now I could only feel intense pleasure, which made me qualified to be one of his lovers. So I could squeal like a good little piglet to show just how great he is. The memory of it brought vile to the back of my throat, but I held it down.

But somehow, after Jim's surgery, I had the overwhelming need to offer myself up as an apology because we did have painkillers. Dr. Pyg was just indulging in his sadism, and because of that, he had hurt a still-active nerve in what was left of Jim's left eye socket, which will cause him serious pain later.

This was the first thought I had in a very long time, and that told me that somehow Jim had undone all of Dr. Pyg's work on me and the other nurses. Sadly, as we went about our jobs, we saw it was just us nurses; none of the dolatrons had been affected. which means we had to play it safe and wait for our moment. As we weren't fighters, we were nurses and would be no match for Dr. Pyg dollotrons.

But when the time comes, we will pay Jim back for everything he's done for us. She thought as she held onto Jim's phone in her pocket the thing she'd nabbed from him when theyd helped him into his car. Now with hope burning in her chest and a bit of arousal leaking down her thighs at the thought of her future with Jim and how she was going to show him just how sorry she was for Dr. Pyg's poor treatment of him and how happy she was to be a thinking woman again, that squealed because she wanted too.