Iwasagoodgirl
Now I'm a Naughty Nurse
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As George was driving she was trying to come to terms with what had happened to her. When she was in the army she had been captured once, nearly captured twice and been shot at four times. But she had never been raped. And she wondered whether she really raped this time? She had been months without a man and her body had responded at first against her will but as the encounter continued she had surrendered to her needs.
The British Army encouraged it's female officers to regularly take the contraceptive pill in case of rape. No soldier wanted to fall pregnant with the enemy's child. She had continued this policy since she had moved to the States and she suddenly realised what could have happened if she had not escaped. She had no pills on her person and if she had been taken again and again she could well have fallen pregnant. As a nurse she would have known those risks. She shuddered.
Again her mind went back to her deployments with her colleague Isis and how as a nurse she had been expected to treat the enemy if they were injured. The enemy even like that creature she had in the boot of her car. Her conscience bit her, nibbled at her. What was she doing? She had an injured man in the boot and even though she hated who he worked for she felt a responsibility for him.
At the next turn off on the motorway she followed the signs to the industrial estate. Driving to what was obviously and old disused warehouse she parked up. Keeping hold of her gun she opened the boot and saw her prisoner was just coming round. "Don't try to move" she said as she checked his hands were still bound "I want to look at your head." She ripped off a strip from her shirt and looked for some water. Soaking it she proceeded to examine the wound.
The British Army encouraged it's female officers to regularly take the contraceptive pill in case of rape. No soldier wanted to fall pregnant with the enemy's child. She had continued this policy since she had moved to the States and she suddenly realised what could have happened if she had not escaped. She had no pills on her person and if she had been taken again and again she could well have fallen pregnant. As a nurse she would have known those risks. She shuddered.
Again her mind went back to her deployments with her colleague Isis and how as a nurse she had been expected to treat the enemy if they were injured. The enemy even like that creature she had in the boot of her car. Her conscience bit her, nibbled at her. What was she doing? She had an injured man in the boot and even though she hated who he worked for she felt a responsibility for him.
At the next turn off on the motorway she followed the signs to the industrial estate. Driving to what was obviously and old disused warehouse she parked up. Keeping hold of her gun she opened the boot and saw her prisoner was just coming round. "Don't try to move" she said as she checked his hands were still bound "I want to look at your head." She ripped off a strip from her shirt and looked for some water. Soaking it she proceeded to examine the wound.