I deeply sorry for big posts before, I should been post it in other thread.

Yet, there "Nurse's last day" by RollingBlunder it was his first story in 2016.

I woke up screaming as the electric wakeup call jolted me repeatedly. With a low hiss my box opened to the world outside. I scrambled off the plate of metal that was my bed as quickly as I could, landing with an oomph in a pile of girls attempting to do the same.

I stood, dusting myself off as I looked around. all the nurses of the morning shift where stretching out and yawning, our clean shaven bodies on display. I glanced back at the morgue like beds we came from and saw one hadn't opened and a muffled screaming coming from within.

Another nurse saw me looking "damn thing jammed again, it'll probably be a few days before the repair girls can get to it." she shook her head, blonde bangs drifting in front of her face as she frowned. The trapped girl screamed as she was electrocuted again. "hopefully they'll arrive soon enough her organs will still be good for harvesting."

I followed my cute new friend to the showers, we chatted amicably about meaningless things. I never got her identification number, but then again, what would be the point? Once clean, we moved on to the locker room where I got dressed. Our uniform was simple, thigh high stockings, a tight nurses outfit, high heels, and a cute little hat. On the way out we passed the giggling and chatting survivors of night shift, the four dozen or so girls barely a fifth of our number.

My first duty of the day was bringing in the spares. grabbing some other nurses we went to meet the truck at the loading dock, first passing some patient rooms where girls were working in groups of three. Two girls pulled a dead nurse from patients bed while the third crawled in to replace her. I felt some relief I didn’t get that duty, as the bed nurses usually needed replacing about three times a day. Once I reached the loading dock the jumpsuit clad driver girl hopped out of the waiting truck, clipboard outstretched and smiling at me.

" four hundred spares on the cheap." her grin was infectious, red hair messily tucked under a cap proclaiming the company that owned her. "Oh, yeah, the other truck called, she's going to be an hour late-"

"What's that!?" A gruff voice boomed out, cutting the girl off mid sentence, her green eyes widening in fear. "I come out here for a smoke break and I hear this SHIT? Do you have any idea how hard it is to run this place? These patients come here for 'mods because they expect the BEST service and you DARE!"

The rant went on as a muscular man wearing a doctor's outfit came storming up. He grabbed the delivery girl by the throat, hoisting her up with one hand as he angrily spewed abuse. I saw the backup driver lean out worriedly, brushing her hair back with her hand as she hopped down, picking up the clipboard where the other girl dropped it. I signed off on the spares as they where walked by. I kept stealing glances at the original driver as the abuse escalated, the girls mewing making me wet as I imagined me in her place. Eventually we finished, the backup smiling and waving goodbye as she stepped over the strangled and cum covered corpse of her friend.

After I called in the body to be scrapped by the morgue crew I went inside to help with the reprogramming of the spares. Places like this run through a lot of skilled labor, and it was both cheaper and more efficient to bring in new spare girls from the breeding factories and implant false memories that would make them into obedient and disposable labor, than it was to improve the safety of the nurses. Besides, there was customer satisfaction to think about.

The education process was also agonizing. I stood in the reprogramming center where the girls were lined on the wall, glancing fearfully around while one by one they were strapped down onto one of the examination tables scattered around, their bodies writhing in pain as their memories and personalities were stripped away and replaced.

While I was helping strap them down, I couldn’t help but grope the poor girls. While the breeding factories give them a bare bones education in obedience and man worship while they were being fast-grown, they still had to work as nurses, and some clung to useless instincts like self preservation. After the reprogramming they would realize that their lives only have the value that they were given. I smiled as I rubbed a girl who was thrashing against her bonds, her mouth open in a silent scream. She would soon learn to die on a man's whim was both exhilarating and our duty.

We finally finished and I grinned with pride as I watched as the new nurses, most of them replacements for night shift, leave. A short ding sounded, alerting all that it was midday. I quickly cleaned up my station before heading to the café, where the cooking crew handed out numerous filled with food, on each plate was a room number. The plate I grabbed was a steak and numbered 109. My stomach growled rebelliously at the wonderful smell. I shook my head and headed away to room 109. After all, why feed a nurse if she still had half a day to survive? I wondered if I would survive my second day.

The room housed a bony older man, his face twisted into what looked like a permanent smirk. I stepped into the room, carefully maneuvering around a pile of dead nurses. It was after I handed him the plate that I suddenly realized exactly how many bodies were in the room. at least 15 I guessed, glancing around. most of the bodies where haphazardly heaped by the door, but a few bodies lay scattered about, with one even hanging from the roof in a noose made out of her torn up uniform.

"Noticing my collection eh?" he said, chuckling to himself. "Your tight bodies, tight uniforms, ooh yeah." a sleazy grin now, and I felt both excited and scared. Was this where I would die?

He lifted his sheet, revealing the blonde nurse I had befriended earlier, dead with her nose pressed to his navel, which he gestured to. "My endurance 'mods are really something. Here, replace this fuckhole while I eat."

I obediently fell to my knees, gently pushing my dead friend off his dick. I took a breath before going at it with all the enthusiasm I could muster, swallowing his every load as he slowly ate, his attention on a large TV hung on the wall. eventually my vision began to darken as my air ran out, but I didn't let myself steal more air until he came one last time, and then when I tried to pull off I felt his hand gently on the back of my head. I knew what he wanted, I forced myself to go as deep as I could get him. My vision grew darker and darker until there was nothing.

A sudden jolt woke me. I coughed, a bubble of cum popping. I heard surprised talking as I flailed around, trying to find grip somewhere. eventually a hand grabbed mine, and I found myself pulled up. A cart, full of dead nurses. and suddenly the world came rushing back.

One of the nurses spoke, steadying me "Whoa there girl, take it easy. You must of been dead for a few hours at least!"

I coughed out in surprise "w-What?" I said, untangling myself from the limbs.

the nurse smiled, shaking her head "A real miracle there, shame it was wasted on a girl."

Suddenly I was hit with a feeling of something being wrong, but I couldn’t place what. After thanking the nurse, I picked up doing rounds, checking on patients. It seemed like some bed nurse crews had come by recently, so I was able to do my job safely. The whole time, I had a nagging feeling in the back of my head that something was wrong.

As I was finishing my rounds, I was pulled aside by the muscular doctor I had seen at the loading dock, along with a 2 other nurses who were grabbed at random. we were lead to the basement and then, through a hidden stairwell, deeper. Eventually we were shoved into a large room with a glass observation deck looking down into it. Two soldier girls were in the room with us, their uniforms stuck somewhere between a practical uniform and bondage gear.

The first soldier pulled out two syringes, and gave them to the other nurses to inject into themselves. After they had done that, the other soldier pulled on a gas mask. The first girl met my eyes as the intercom above spoke.

"begin test 734."

The soldier removed a ball from her belt, twisting it and letting it drop to the floor. Quickly a smoke began emitting from it. I glanced up at the observation booth, and saw the doctor and a military officer only half watching, chatting with each other while two soldier girls gave them blowjobs.

I pushed the intrusive feeling of wrongness back as the nurse next to me began to gasp for air, clawing at her throat as she fell over and convulsed uselessly. As I began to choke, I suddenly decided not to die without making show of it. I grabbed the soldier girl without the mask, pulling her close for a kiss, gripping her short hair tightly. After a moment of hesitation she returned the kiss, and we began exploring each other's bodies.

Our bodies began to shake, the lack of oxygen driving us further as our fingers began to dance. I burned oxygen moaning, gasping for air that wouldn't come before forcing myself back at it. I finally was nearing completion, and so was she. With a strained gasp we came, shuddering as we collapsed onto each other.

I found my darkening gaze drifting up to the viewing booth, the soldier girls being suffocated as they were facefucked by the observing men, who were obviously entertained by our show. Suddenly, as my vision slipped into darkness, I realized what had felt so wrong.