Miracle Worker

 MIRACLE WORKER

For three years John had watched with delight as his rich old uncle sickened and began to die. The old fool was about to kick the bucket and leave millions to John and he could almost taste the money and power he would have as the only heir.

Then Nurse Kelly turned up on the scene and everything changed. Young, pretty, caring and compassionate… she was a miracle worker who quickly nursed the old man back to full health. She was too pure and innocent to bribe and under her care the old man might live for years yet.

John had to think fast. He bought Kelly a bottle of evil perfume designed to rot her soul and corrupt her into an evil bitch. He smirked as she tried it on reluctantly for the first time and he saw her pupils dilate with pleasure. By the end of the day she had two buttons of her blouse undone… and was literally drenched in the perfume. Her corruption had begun.

John enjoyed watching Kelly’s corruption over the next few weeks. She began wearing heels instead of flats and she started wearing sexy underwear under her uniform. Her face became made up and sluttier…. her use of language changing as her voice turned sexier and dripped with naughty obscenities. Her attitude became flirty and mean and she became vain and self obsessed, wheedling money out of the old man to buy designer dresses and to treat herself to jewellery and make up. She was fast becoming a bitch.

Now there was always a slutty smirk on her soft lips and one day John heard the sounds of gasps and moans coming from the servants toilets only to peer in and see Kelly bent over the sink and getting ploughed by the hunky young gardener. “Yessss fuck me with that big cock, so much better then my boyfriends” groaned the insatiable slut… almost unrecognisable from the innocent nurse of yestermonths. Her corruption was all but complete.

Now John watched in delight as his plan bore fruit. The wickeder Kelly became the less care she took of John’s uncle and the iller he became. She was too busy pleasuring herself or using the old man to care and shortly he died.

John slept well that night in the master bedroom, knowing that when he awoke everything would be his.

But opening his eyes the next day John immediately realised something was wrong. He couldn’t move!

“Shhhhhhhh,” giggled Nurse Kelly as she moved into view and smiled at him. “You poor dear. The shock of your uncles death has left you paralysed and virtually comatose… or at least that’s what everyone will think. Good job I had him add a clause in his will naming me your carer and executor. Now all this is mine and I’m going to enjoy it. Don’t worry though John…. I’ll take good care of you… For as long as you live. ”

Nurse Kelly smiled and all John could see was the evil in her eyes…