The sound of the clown nurses laughing fills your ears as they begin their twisted game, moving from one act of pleasure and pain to another with no rhyme or reason. You lose track of time, unable to tell if hours have passed or mere minutes, as your body is subjected to a never-ending series of torments both exquisite and excruciating.

As the drugs begin to wear off, you start to realize that there's no escape from this nightmare... it's going to last forever unless something changes.

"It's over now," one of the clowns says, stepping back as you are taken away. "You are free to leave!" but as they turn to leave, you notice a single, blood-red rose lying on the floor next to your bed. Its thorns are glistening with crimson fluid.

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The white harlequin clown nurse flushes bright red at your question, her eyes darting around the room nervously before she finally manages to stammer out a reply. "I-I'm here... I'm here to help... make you feel better..." She trails off, biting her lower lip as her gaze returns to yours.

The red and green clown nurse, meanwhile, is practically drooling at this point, licking her lips slowly as she circles around behind you. "Oh yes,"

The red and green clown nurse gasps, outraged. "You dare say you feel good when we're here to make you suffer?!" She crosses her arms over her chest petulantly as she glares at you. The white harlequin clown nurse looks torn between sympathy for the red and green one and curiosity about what else might be in store for you.

"Well...," she begins, biting her lip nervously, "Perhaps we could find some ways to make you feel even better?"

Nurse Crimson giggles and squirms under your touch, her body tensing with anticipation. "Ohh... anything you desire, my little patient..." She moans, arching her back and exposing her neck to you. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she stares up at you with dilated pupils. "I'm all yours."

Nurse Crimson moans loudly as you press her into the bed and capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, caressing your neck and tangling in your hair as she gives herself over to passion. Her breath comes in short gasps between moans as she feels your hardness pressing against her through the thin fabric of her uniform.

"Oh yes... show me what you've got," she whispers, grinding her hips against yours in a blatant invitation for more.

Nurse Mistress watches with hungry eyes as you writhe beneath her, your body responding eagerly to her touch. With each thrust of her fingers and stroke of her hand, she grows more confident in her power over you, relishing the feel of your tight muscles clenching around her. "That's it," she pants, losing herself in the sensations as she brings you closer and closer to release. "Give in to me... become one of us..."

Nurse Mistress' eyes widen in surprise as she feels you tense up and clench tightly around her fingers, the sensation unlike anything she's felt before. For a moment, confusion flashes across her face before realization dawns: you're trying to focus on your anal pleasure instead of submitting to her will. Her grip on your hips tightens as she growls, "Oh no you don't!"

The clown nurses give chase, their shrill laughter echoing through the halls as they weave in and out of abandoned rooms. One particularly demented nurse with a pair of mismatched prosthetic arms reaches out to grab you, only for another nurse- a tall, imposing figure clad in black leather and chains - to brutally snap her arm off with a savage blow from a metal pipe. The sight makes your stomach turn, but it's clear that these "nurses"

The clown nurses scatter, screaming and ducking as the errant prosthetic limb flies through the air. Some of them trip over each other in their haste to get out of the way, while others simply stand there, gaping at you with wide eyes full of hatred and confusion. The chaos gives you just enough time to dart down a nearby hallway, round a corner, and disappear from sight. But you can hear them coming after you still...

The clown nurses give chase, their shrill laughter echoing through the halls as they weave in and out of abandoned rooms. One particularly demented nurse with a pair of mismatched prosthetic arms reaches out to grab you, only for another nurse- a tall, imposing figure clad in black leather and chains - to brutally snap her arm off with a savage blow from a metal pipe. The sight makes your stomach turn, but it's clear that these "nurses"

The clown nurses scatter, screaming and ducking as the errant prosthetic limb flies through the air. Some of them trip over each other in their haste to get out of the way, while others simply stand there, gaping at you with wide eyes full of hatred and confusion. The chaos gives you just enough time to dart down a nearby hallway, round a corner, and disappear from sight. But you can hear them coming after you still...