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A soft groan left Jack's mouth as he stirred awake. Honestly, the skeleton hadn't remembered much, other than that he'd been hard at work in his tower office. Although... he had vague memories of telling his beloved Sally to simply "surprise him". What about? He could hardly recall. But the last he'd seen of that sweet, gentle ragdoll was her mischievous little smile.
"W-what's this?" Jack mumbled, blearily glancing around the room.
Well, he couldn't have been more surprised than if someone had transformed him into a toad at that very moment. The tall, gangly skeleton found himself in a rather sparse room, reminiscent of an old hospital or perhaps insane asylum. At the far wall was a single, heavy wooden door. Any windows had been fitted with bars. A rickety lantern suspended on a chain on the ceiling provided the only light. Jack was lying in a narrow bed, which creaked with every movement. Although there were plenty of pillows and a warm black and white checkered blanket, so someone had been seeing to his comfort.
However, his usual pinstripe suit was nowhere to be found; instead he'd been dressed in one of those old fashioned hospital gowns that had long, puffy sleeves and ties at the side.
"How-? How... did I get here?"
Still confused, Jack scratched the back of his skull. But, just as the loud squeak of the mattress gave away any chance at a stealthy exit, the door into his room creaked open, shutting just as quickly. The sight that greeted Jack just about had his head spinning and phantom heart racing.
It was Sally, only she hadn't been in her usual dress. Instead, the blue-skinned ragdoll wore a patchwork of white; a nurse's uniform, complete with a starched white cap and clipboard. Her small, dainty shoes made a light 'click, click' with every step while loose reddish-brown hair tumbled freely over her shoulders.
She. Was. BEAUTIFUL!
The smallest gasp left her mouth as her pace quickened, "Oh no, no, no, no... you shouldn't be getting out of bed, now."
Jack froze where he was, one bony foot on the cold stone floor, blanket corner turned up. His mouth had gone all but dry and his phantom heart pounded against his ribs. Offering no resistance, Jack obeyed Sally's command as she guided him to lay back down, tucking him back into bed.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" Sally cooed, her voice gentle as she stroked Jack's cheekbone, "My name is Nurse Sally, and I'll be looking after you, Jack."
The ragdoll sat down on the bed, trying to stop herself from smiling too widely or too much as Jack nuzzled against her palm. A loud creaking could be heard from the old, metal bedframe, but she paid it no mind.
"But-but... there must be some mistake, Nurse," Jack said, his voice filled with confusion, "I-I don't understand. W-why am I here?"
Before the skeleton could ask any further questions, Sally shushed him, placing a single dainty finger over his lips. Swallowing thickly, the undead king obeyed; with a firm understanding that in this room, his title held no power.
"I'm afraid, my dear, sweet Jack, you've been taken rather ill," Sally explained, checking her clipboard before leaning over to place her hand across Jack's forehead, "we're going to have to keep you here. You see..."
The ragdoll leaned in close enough for Jack to count every gorgeous stitch on Sally's face, red lips unable to contain her smile any longer, "you've contacted a serious case of love sickness."
Jack let out a surprised little moan as Sally closed the distance, kissing him on the lips. His large, bony hands cupped her cheeks and combed through her hair ever so gently. When his nurse pulled back, Jack made no motion to hold her where she had been.
Flushing and anxious, the skeleton gulped softly, "Dear me. I-is there any cure?"
Before Jack could sit up, Sally was already pushing him back into the soft raven-down pillows. Enchanted and helpless to disobey, the king-made-patient laid back and settled in his bed.
"Hmmmm..." the ragdoll nurse hummed, thoughtfully looking over the notes on her clipboard, "Oh, oh no... there's no cure, I'm afraid. But-!"
She held up a dainty finger, accentuating her sultry, feminine form, "Fear not, my patient. There are treatments we can administer."
Undead heart hammering against his ribs in anticipation, Jack couldn't help but squirm beneath his covers. It took all of Sally's self control not to start giggling right then and there. Especially when Jack gave her that smile of his, with those dark, soulful eye sockets half-lidded, filled with vulnerability and trust.
"Please do, Nurse Sally," he all but begged, "anything..."
Jack remained a cooperative patient, allowing his nurse to examine him. His vital signs remained flat, as they should. Only a phantom beat of his undead heart could be heard from the stethoscope that now draped around Sally's neck. Yet his cheeks burned and flushed. Lying still like a good patient became more and more difficult for the skeleton. He grew restless, fidgeting and squirming at the slightest touch.
"Well Jack, I think we'll need to try something a bit more... exploratory," Nurse Sally sighed, giving her skeleton patient another kiss.
She moaned against his mouth, sliding her tongue inside with no resistance. His long, forked tongue mingled with hers, savoring her sweet taste. As difficult as it was, he did his best to hold back a disappointed moan as his nurse sat back up. (Though not before she gave him a teasing 'boop' on his nasal cavities.)
"Mmmphhh... is it... that serious, Nurse?" questioned Jack, trying to remain as much of a gentleman as possible, given the circumstance.
Perhaps he could still escape. It wouldn't be too late; not yet. But then again... why would he ever want to? Where would he even go?
Nurse Sally nodded with a soft hum as she gently pulled her patient's blanket all the way down to the foot of the bed.
"Deadly serious," she answered.
A soft, pleasured moan slipped off Jack's tongue as he settled back, anxiously awaiting whatever "treatment" his nurse had in store for him.
"Shhhhh.... you just relax, Jack. I'll look after you," Sally whispered, her soft voice sending chills up and down the skeleton's spine, "trust me."
Carefully, the stitched siren undid the ties of his patient gown, exposing Jack's body of bleached white bone to the cool air. A rumbling purr resonated from within the skeleton's ribcage as he regarded Sally with absolute trust and adoration.
With a mischievous little smirk, Sally kissed Jack, starting on his flushed, warm cheek, moving her way down his neck, sternum, then each individual rib. The skeleton was barely able to contain his laughter as her soft, yarn-like hair cascaded down his bones, causing him to writhe and squirm.
"Mhmmm... Nurse, that tickles..." Jack moaned, with a giggle.
Desperately, he covered his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from laughing again, but Sally's deft, featherlight touch made that nearly impossible. More high pitched cackles escaped his throat during his "examination".
"Hush now, my love, it's all part of the treatment," Sally practically purred, tracing her skilled finger along Jack's Sternum, making little circles as she did.
Once again, Jack found himself swallowing thickly, watching Sally move lower and lower. A gasp left his throat, her delicate fingers brushing along his pelvic bone and sensitive sacrum. Now, the ragdoll couldn't help but giggle as her beloved squirmed beneath her touch; he was quite sensitive down there, afterall.
"Mmmmmmmm.... how does that make you feel?" questioned Sally, sitting down and humming softly.
"N-Nurse -ahhhh- ... t-that feels... so -mmmmmhmmmmmm- g-good...." moaned the skeleton, with a contented sigh.
His eye sockets closed, sinking further and further into euphoric bliss. Involuntarily, his spine arched; if there was any possible way to give his nurse easier access to the most vulnerable and tender parts of his body, he did.
"Seems like you're responding well," Sally observed, setting down the clipboard, "let's move on to the next procedure."
The skeleton's eyes abruptly snapped open, just in time to see Nurse Sally tightening the stitches on her wrists. He still found himself feeling incredibly needy, having been touched and teased into a frenzy yet craving his finish all the same. As Sally gave her silent command for him to lay still, the scent of her arousal reached his nose. It was absolutely intoxicating; sweeter than the candy Halloween Town was known for.
"N-Nurse... p-please, don't ask me to beg..."
It was most unbecoming of a gentleman, groveling in such a way. But with every featherlight tickle of her fingers upon his bones, her natural, intoxicating scent setting his very mind alight in absolute nirvana, Jack felt himself growing more and more desperate.
Sally cooed softly, leaning over to kiss his ribs again, "Shhhhh.... I promised to take care of you, Jack. And I will."
She hiked up her skirt, just enough so that her beloved could see; there was NOTHING else on underneath. Giggling playfully, Sally jumped up on top of the skeleton, settling in and making herself comfortable.
Jack could hardly believe the view he had; the love of his death, every bit of her physical being accentuated by that patchwork white uniform. Already he could feel it, that phantom appendage sliding into her slick, warm folds. A loud, relieved groan left his mouth, sinking further and further into euphoria. His ragdoll nurse let out an adorable little squeak which quickly turned into a pleasurable moan.
"Mmmmmmmmmmppphhhhh... Nurse Sally, y-you've been so good to me..." Jack mumbled, as his head rolled back against the pillows.
He let his little stitched nurse set the rhythm, following her lead. His spindly hands held onto Sally's soft thighs, her dainty hands over his own. Through a haze of bliss that neither Heaven nor Hell could rival, Jack kept his attention on her, feeling her involuntarily tighten around him with each thrust. There was that hitch in his breath and the urge to buck his hips.
"N-Nurse Sally, I-I..." panted Jack, as his bony toes curled.
"This is for you, Jack," Sally moaned, using one of her hands to rapidly stroke the skeleton's sensitive sacrum.
That one little act pushed Jack completely over the edge. His entire body began to tremble in unbridled pleasure as orgasm ripped throughout every bone. Sally continued to stoke him, helping her patient to ride it out and drain every last little bit until there was nothing left. She could feel his warmth filling her up, causing an intense feeling of pleasure to pool in her belly. A cute gasp, followed by a relieved sigh slipped through her lips as her own apex tingled and pulsed in that most delightful way, tightening around Jack and leaving them breathless together.
Nurse Sally moaned, resting against Jack's ribcage, offering that sweet, gentle smile of hers. The two of them remained connected in the afterglow of their carnal bliss, basking in each other's company.
"Oh... I think this treatment had a much more profound effect on you, Jack."
With a mischievous grin of his own, Jack 'booped' Sally's small, button nose, wriggling underneath her with a playful chuckle.
Once she'd had a chance to recover, Sally set about taking care of her patient. She cleaned him up with a soft, cobweb towel, retied his hospital gown, then tucked him back into bed.
"H-how long will I require treatment, Nurse?" Jack questioned, looking up at Sally with a contented expression on his face.
Sally 'tisked' him gently, bringing a glass of swamp water to his lips and encouraging him to drink, "Oh Jack..."
The skeleton let out a confused grunt as Sally set his finished water aside. Tenderly, the ragdoll stroked his cheekbones, the old mattress creaking as she knelt beside him.
"Your treatment isn't even over yet," Sally whispered, with a sly little smirk, "now, not another word about it."
Jack immediately perked up, already licking his teeth with that long, forked tongue of his. Sally just about burst her seams when she saw how eager he was, just about whining like Zero when the ghostly pup wanted a treat.
Sally settled into position, hovering above the skeleton's skull while on her knees, having to rest a hand on Jack's cervical vertebrae just to keep him still. (Not enough to harm him, but a gentle reminder of who was in charge.)
"Alright now, Jack. Time for your medicine..."
With a possessive growl, the fiend began lapping at her wet folds. His hands tightened on her skirt as he held on for dear afterlife, as though if he let go she'd simply vanish.
"That's it, Jack... take it -ahhhhhh- slowly, now."
At each precise flick of his skilled tongue, Sally let out a moan, wriggling and squirming in absolute delight.
"Oh -mmmhhhmmmm- Jack... y-your condition is -aahhhh- far worse than we... -oh yes, right there- thought."
The skeleton could only let out a questioning grunt, his tongue otherwise occupied while his bony eye ridge quirked. His heated, flushed cheeks warmed the inside of Sally's legs while he continued to make several loud and indignant slurping sounds.
Sally stroked his smooth skull, resulting in more of those adorable, questioning moans.
"That's right, you're -ahhhhhh- in need of many -ooohhhh- more treatments," she said, looking down straight into those expressive black eyes, "we'll be keeping you here -oh yes- indefinitely, Jack."
Lapping diligently and obediently, Jack could feel the butterflies in his non-existent stomach. That thrill tingling through every bone in his body. He let out a muffled moan, rapidly tickling her clit with the ends of his tongue. From atop him, Nurse Sally just about screamed as she trembled, causing her natural honey to flow.
The ragdoll glanced down, panting and smiling softly as Jack took all of his medicine like a good, compliant patient.
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With the treatments finished and medicine taken, it was time for her patient to get some much needed rest. Sally sat on the old, rickety bed, with Jack partially cuddled up in her lap. The nurse hummed a gentle lullaby to him, stroking soothing circles around his temples.
"Nurse, when d-do the next treatments for my love sickness begin?" Jack mumbled, cracking open his eyes while giving a sleepy yawn.
"Ah, ah... not so fast. You need to recover your strength," Sally playfully teased, lightly 'booping' Jack's nose, "and remember, unruly patients must be restrained."
A low, rumbling groan reverberated in Jack's chest as he smiled up at his beloved, bony cheeks flushed in the most adorable way.
"At all times?"
"I'll tie you to the bed myself," whispered Sally, as she continued to caress Jack.
"Oh my dear Sally... please do..." the skeleton pleaded.
By now, Sally just about lost her entire character, snorting out a laugh before regaining her composure.
"You just behave, now," she sighed, giving him a kiss good night, "terrible dreams, Jack."
"T-thank you, Nurse Sally," Jack moaned, as he contently settled back down, "unpleasant dreams, my love."
The sweet ragdoll cradled him gently in her lap as she continued to hum softly. As she watched her beloved king slip back into peaceful sleep, Sally could only imagine what surprises Jack would hold in store for her. Surely it would only be a matter of time before he became restless and mischievous.
A playful smile crossed her lips. Until then, Sally had a wonderful patient to look after.
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::To be Continued? Maybe?::