Better wait for the nurse.

You feel like you might die if you don't cum soon, but there are fates worse than ****, and as stupid and unimaginative as the guards are, you have no doubt they can find a suitably horrifying punishment. Besides, you don't trust this prissy punk. "You aren't touching me with those diseased lips, you filthy whore! I'll explain myself to the nurse and they will have some kind of treatment for me! They have to."

Pixie looks at you with a mix of disappointment and sympathy. You turn away from her and a minute later you are pulled up by a gruff guard, grumbling, "Alright, bimboi, let's get you processed by the nurse so we can see if you are a sissy or not. Heh heh heh." You ignore his obvious sarcasm and hope a medical professional will be more open minded. The guard drags you over to a observation table and tells you to get on it. You see cum stains beneath the thin white sanitary paper and you dread how thorough this exam might get. That is until the nurse walks in...

She is dressed in a pink latex fetish nurse's costume with a skirt so high you can almost see her cunt and a top plunging so low you could almost nurse from her massive milk bags. She looks almost unreal, a porno practitioner in the middle of this all too real prison. The guard chuckles as he leaves you to be examined, saying over his shoulder. "Now don't get too rough. Remember, I'm just on the other side of the door."

You assumed he was talking to you, so when the nurse chirps, "Oh don't worry, Officer Cochon, I'll be gentle...mostly." She smiles so warmly that you forget the chilly implications of her words. She saunters over to you, her breasts threatening to spill out of her top with every step. You strain in your pants, your precum stain spreading shamefully. The nurse sees it and says, "Oh my! You have an acute case of thrombus erectus! This needs to be relieved immediately or you could get ejaculitis infectus! I'll need you to bend over the table to get a better angle of approach!"

You are tempted to obey everything she says in her soothing, seductive voice. You don't have time for a second opinion, and you are sure you will die if you don't cum, even if the nurse seems to have gotten her education at the same sex shop she bought her outfit at. But do you really have to bend over to cum? Maybe you could suggest an alternative procedure?