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Dr. Stern's Menagerie
by QuidProQuo (brewski@gmx.us)
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A disgraced physician, falsely accused, has lost
everything – his wife, his home, and his practice.
He's thinking of ending it when the phone rings. He
ends up running a remote clinic for people who don't
want any questions asked. In return, he gets to take
revenge on his accusers. These experiences change a
kind and caring physician into a cruel Master. This
leads him to torture, human slavery, and breeding, and
he finds he enjoys it. He begins to build his own
menagerie of women. (MF, FF, nc, v, tor, bd, asphx,
scat, ws, asian)
***
1. Two Pigs in a Pen
2. Nowhere To Go But Up
3. Black & White, and Red All Over
4. The Reward
5. This Little Piggy Went To Market
***
1. Two Pigs in a Pen
Time had all lost meaning for the two naked and filthy
women chained in the 6' x 8' cell. They had lost all
track of time. Dim light came from high above them; it
was constant. Day and night had no meaning, they would
just sleep when their bodies demanded it. The
temperature never varied, it was always not too hot,
not too cold.
Sometimes a meal would be slid on a single plastic
tray through the small slot at the bottom of the metal
door. It was always the same thing, a blended high-
protein flavorless mush that they would eat with their
fingers before licking the tray. They were not fed on
any schedule. Sometimes, they wouldn't be fed for what
felt like several days. Other times, another tray
would slide through what seemed like an hour later.
Even though they may have just eaten, they ate the
mush anyway because they didn't know when the next
meal was coming.
Under normal conditions the larger woman, Beverly, was
an attractive woman. A tall white woman with long
brown hair in her early 40s, she stood 5'8" with an
ample ass, and large only slightly saggy tits with
small aureoles but long nipples. The smaller woman,
Keiko, was a black-haired Japanese-American woman in
her late 30s, 5'3". Her tits were like small pancakes,
with large aureoles and prominent nipples. While slim,
her belly and tits showed stretch marks from having
given birth in recent years to 2 children.
Their movement was limited by chains; one end
connected to an eyehook in the concrete wall and the
other attached to the D rings in the locked iron
collars around their necks. The concrete floor of
their cell was angled slightly downward away from the
door, to a six-inch-wide and 2 inch deep shallow
trough. They had no bucket for relieving themselves,
nor any toilet paper. The length of the chains would
only allow the women to get within a yard of the
trough, so they had to squat and relieve themselves as
close as possible. Every so often a hose would slide
through the slot and spray the floor, somewhat
cleansing it of their urine and waste into the trough
but not enough for them to avoid stepping on it or
accidentally rolling in it while they slept.
Due to their boredom, both had become very sensitive
to any noises from the room above their heads. When
they heard a door above them open, it usually meant
piss would rain down on them. No matter where they
went in the small cell, they could not completely
escape the shower. Sometimes their captors would also
defecate, the shit coming through the grates and
landing on them. The terrible smell in the small space
would continue to intensify until the hose rinsed it
away.
They were given no pads or tampons; their period blood
flowed freely down their thighs and onto the already
filthy floor. Their hair quickly became matted and
greasy, smelling like a combination of urine, shit,
and sweaty armpits. Their leg hair grew out, and the
hair on their armpits and pubic areas turned bushy and
matted. On top of this, their body odor was pervasive.
In spite of this lack of sanitation, periodically
toothbrushes and toothpaste were sent through the food
slot and they were instructed by a muffled man's voice
to clean their teeth; likewise every so often they
were required to stick their hands and feet through
the door slot to have their fingernails and toenails
trimmed. At times a larger slot in the middle of the
door would slide open and they would be ordered to
bend over and spread their ass cheeks. A high-pressure
hose of cold water was directed at their pussies and
assholes to rinse them partially clean. Afterwards,
cocks would stick through the slot glory-hole style,
waiting to be sucked off.
The first time it happened they didn't do anything.
This proved to be a mistake. After a minute the cock
was withdrawn and the hose was back, the icy water now
blasting them all over for several minutes. They
huddled together shivering until a modicum of warmth
returned, but they weren't given food for what seemed
like three days, then when food finally arrived it was
covered in sperm. From then on, when a cock came
through the door slot, Beverly would slap Keiko's face
and tits, cruelly pinching her nipples until the
smaller woman took it into her mouth and suck the man
off. Soon Keiko went to the cock without prompting to
get her stomach filled with sperm.
The only things in the cell were waterproof mats and a
cotton sheet that they shared while sleeping. When
they were first imprisoned, Keiko frequently lapsed
into crying jags because she missed her husband and
babies. Beverly quickly got tired of it and slapped
the smaller woman until she stopped. Bored, Beverly
began rubbing her own pussy frequently, masturbating
while Keiko lay in silence under the sheet next to
her. It wasn't long before Beverly was making a
reluctant Keiko finger-fuck her pussy.
As a final insult to what little dignity Keiko had
left, Beverly regularly began to turn Keiko over and
pin her to the mat. Straddling her, she forced the
smaller woman to lick her dirty cunt and crusty
asshole while humping her nose and mouth. The first
few times she was forced to do this Keiko threw up
afterwards. Because of her diminutive size had to
accept that in addition to being the designated cock
sucker, she had no choice but to be the pussy and
asshole licker as well.
2. Nowhere To Go But Up
Dr. Roger Stern was a defeated man at the age of 38,
having been falsely accused of fondling and sexually
assaulting a patient while she was strapped to an exam
table. Rather than go to court and possibly lose the
case, his malpractice insurance company had insisted
upon a $6 million dollar settlement with no admission
of wrongdoing. It was, in fact, a successful scheme by
a disgruntled nurse in collusion with the accuser
patient. In the course of fighting the lawsuit and
dealing with the insurance company his wife left him,
he lost his house and had to sell his practice.
Although no wrongdoing was admitted, his reputation
was ruined.
Barely able to make expenses any longer, he sold his
practice to another doctor and gave up. For two months
he sat in his small one-room apartment, depressed and
hating to go out. He eventually found himself broke
and alone, considering what combination of pills would
end it all for him. Just then, the phone rang.
"Is this Dr. Roger Stern?" a deep male voice asked.
"Yes, this is Dr. Stern. Although how much longer I'll
be a doctor is questionable."
"You don't know me, Doctor, but my name is Mr. Amato.
My associates and I are friends of yours. We've been
monitoring your circumstances very closely. We know
you were falsely accused and have gotten a raw deal.
We'd like to give you a better one. We'd like you to
run a private healthcare service used solely for
members of our organization. You'd have your own small
clinic, fully stocked, and have everything you need to
get by. All you would need to do is work when one of
our representatives requires care."
"Sounds interesting, but I can't afford malpractice
insurance any longer now that the lawsuit is settled."
"Oh, insurance is not something you need to worry
about," the man assured him, "our people would dare
not file any kind of suit against you. That would end
badly…for them. You'll do your work, get paid
handsomely, and be free of any kind of legal
interference."
"Wow," he said, his interest piqued. "Where would this
be, and what are the particulars?"
"The private clinic is located in a farmhouse in
downstate Illinois. No one but our organization knows
it's there. A farmer rents the land at an amazingly
low rate to grow crops does not ask questions about
what's in the farmhouse. You will be paid $200,000 a
year, tax-free and deposited in an offshore account
for when you retire. We will provide any other living
incidentals you may need. In return for your
compensation, you will work a few hours a month as
needed. The rest of the time is yours. The hours will
be somewhat erratic. At times you may have to work 14
days straight, at other times you may not hear from us
at all for weeks."
"There are two conditions: First, you will never ever
ask our employees any questions other than those
required for their treatment. Secondly, due to the
nature of our business you will remain on-call 24
hours a day, 365 days a year. We never know when you
might be needed, so you need to available at all
times. That's it."
"What kind of medical treatment are we talking about?"
"Regular physical exams, treatment of the occasional
illness, and on rare occasions patching up, um, shall
we say work-related injuries that require a level of
confidentiality not found in hospitals or public
clinics."
Roger was beginning to understand that the kind of
work-related injuries Mr. Amato was alluding to were
not the kind of injuries you could file a worker's
compensation claim for.
He thought about it for a few moments. "Sounds kind of
too good to be true. Can I think about it?"
"We'd like an answer now, Dr. Stern. Given your
current circumstances, I daresay you won't find a
better deal anywhere. I suggest you accept straight
away. But let me give you some additional incentive.
Do you know whatever happened to your two accusers,
Mrs. Beverly Akers and your nurse, Mrs. Keiko Gomi?"
"I heard they were secretly lesbians, and once they
received the settlement check they abandoned their
husbands and ran away together. This took me by
surprise, because after working with her for three
years I thought Keiko was very devoted to her husband
and kids. I would have never guessed she was a
lesbian."
"She wasn't, Dr. Stern. Our organization just planted
evidence so people would believe the two of them had
run away together. They are currently guests of ours,
although not exactly willing ones. Accept our offer,
Doctor, and one day they will be yours to exact
vengeance upon as you see fit."
There was a silent pause for a minute as Roger
pondered this last bit of information. What did he
have to lose? "I'm in. When do I start?"
The voice replied, "Excellent. You'll start right
away. Pack your bags, Dr. Stern. We've paid off your
lease. There's a car waiting for you in front of your
apartment building."
3. Black & White, and Red All Over
Over the next few weeks Roger settled in to his new
role at the clinic in the country. His main contact
and handler was a man named Paulie. Paulie shared with
Roger that his main work location was a gentlemen's
club called the Bachelor's Retreat, about 15 miles
away in the nearest town. He was in charge of throwing
out obnoxious drunks and troublemakers. Roger was
given a cell phone and instructed to make no calls
other than to Paulie. Paulie would provide him
everything he requested; books, food, clothing,
medical supplies, and even female companionship if
Roger requested it.
The two-story farmhouse had a large room in the back
that had been converted to an exam room. This is where
Roger met his patients, which was about 8 to 10 times
a week. The younger men who came to see him were very
muscular, with plenty of scars and bruises. Most of
their maladies were leftover aches and pains from old
injuries, knuckles that had been broken a few times
and healed badly, or nerve damage from knife wounds.
The older men who came to see him were well-dressed
but hard men, and powerful. Roger could see this by
the way the men carried themselves, and by the respect
shown by the younger men.
Once in a while dancing girls from the Bachelor's
Retreat would be brought to him for STD testing,
pregnancy checks, or injury treatment after getting
roughed up by a customer. Roger treated them with
respect and courtesy, but refused to fuck any of them
while they were being treated, even though they
offered. When he wanted female companionship he would
ask Paulie to bring a girl over, but never during a
professional visit. Roger found it ironic that he
could not bring himself to violate his professional
ethics even when only he knew it, although this was
exactly the thing he had been accused of by Mrs.
Akers.
One night Roger had just finished fucking his favorite
girl from the club, a skinny black dancer named
Tatyana. He loved her flat tits, and the contrast of
his white cock against her deep brown belly. She was
licking his softening cock clean of their mixed fuck
juices when Paulie called on the cell phone. "Get
things ready, Doc, we got a guy hurt real bad needs
treatment. We'll be there in twenty minutes."
As Roger was getting things ready in the exam room,
the backdoor opened and Paulie brought in a man whose
shirt was totally soaked in blood, the result of three
gunshot wounds. The neck wound was superficial; a
quick cleanup, gauze and surgical tape took care of
that. The one on his upper chest passed through
without hitting any bones or vital organs, although
nerve damage to the arm would be unavoidable. The
bullet in the side had passed through and not hit
anything critical, but the exit wound had made a hell
of a mess on his lower back muscles.
Roger knew better than to suggest they take him to an
emergency room; bullet wounds required a police
report, something his employers did not want. As Roger
lifted the anesthetic gas mask to his face, the
wounded man croaked, "Am I going to die, Doc?"
"Sorry, my friend, not today," Roger replied as he
turned on the anesthetic gas and put the man under so
he could begin to patch him up.
Roger was having a cup of morning coffee on the
screened-in front porch, reading a newspaper. He was
surprised to see a panel van coming up the driveway.
The van pulled to a stop and Paulie got out. "Morning
Paulie," Roger called out through the screen. "This is
a surprise, is everything OK?"
4. The Reward
"It's all good, Doc." Paulie replied as he walked up
to the porch, "No business at hand, I'm just payin'
you a social call today." The big man pulled open the
door, walked in, and sat down on a chair. "Doc, ya
done a great job with that guy the other day. Handled
it real good. Mr. Amato wants to thank you." He held
up a DVD. "Let's go inside and pop this in the player,
and I'll show you exactly how grateful we are."
They went into the living room and Paulie loaded the
DVD in the player. The two men took a seat on the sofa
in front of the big-screen TV. "Lemme explain a few
things, Doc," Paulie began. "Our organization is
invested in a lot of businesses, including your
malpractice insurance company. We smelled a rat when
those women filed that lawsuit, and a lot of important
people like Mr. Amato were very unhappy when the
insurance company paid them off. We took steps to make
sure these two women would never file another claim.
That's when we set things up to look like once they
got the money they run away together to some tropical
paradise. Instead, we took them. "
"The Jap slut we grabbed on a side street just after
she dropped her kids off at school. The big one we
nabbed at a bar, she was easy, she stopped into a bar
for an after-work cocktail and one of the guys slipped
something in her drink. Since then they've been living
together in a real shit-hole apartment, so to speak.
Let me show you." Paulie pressed the "play" button,
and the DVD came to life…
Roger was stunned by what unfolded on the screen.
There were his two accusers, naked and chained by the
neck to the walls of a small cell. The last time he
had seen them was in the lawyer's office wearing
business suits. Now here they were, naked and filthy
with matted hair, their bodies covered with piss, shit
and menstrual blood on their thighs.
As the video continued, he saw them get pissed and
shit on, eat gruel from a tray, and get their asses
hosed down. He was especially shocked to see the prim
and proper Keiko being forced to suck cocks, and then
forced to eat Beverly's pussy. The images shocked him,
yet he was fascinated. He discovered he was actually
getting an erection. He had always thought his nurse
was attractive; seeing her helpless and naked made him
really horny. When the video ended, he turned to
Paulie. "Bring me Keiko," he said.
5. This Little Piggy Went To Market
For the first time since they had been forced into the
cell and chained, the iron cell door swung wide. Two
large men entered, and the kneeling women shrank away
in fear. Without saying a word, the men grabbed Keiko
and stuffed a gag into her mouth. They handcuffed her
hands behind her back and removed her metal collar.
The skin beneath had been rubbed raw. The skin beneath
had been rubbed raw. Pulling a black cotton bag over
her head, they led her out of the cell.
As they were leaving Beverly asked, "What about me?
When do I get out of here?" One of the men turned, and
in one smooth action punched Beverly in the stomach.
As she doubled over in pain he swept his leg in a
practiced motion knocking her off her feet, and she
landed on the feces-covered floor. Unzipping his fly,
he took his cock out and pissed on the body of the
groaning woman laying in the filth at his feet.
After he was finished relieving his bladder he put his
dick back into his pants and zipped up. He leaned over
and looked closely at her soiled face. "You know, it's
too bad you're stuck down here in all this piss and
shit. I'll bet once you got cleaned up you'd be pretty
good looking for an older broad. I wouldn't mind
fucking you."
As they led the naked and soiled Keiko up a flight of
stairs, one of the men grimaced. "Oh, MAN, this little
cunt smell like a fucking outhouse. Shouldn't we give
her a shower or something first?"
"Shut the fuck up, the boss wants her nasty, just the
way she is," replied the other man.
When they reached the top of the stairs Keiko heard
another door open, and for the first time in weeks
felt sunlight on her naked skin. After a few steps in
her bare feet across what felt like a gravel driveway,
the men picked her up and put her in a car trunk. She
heard the trunk lid and car doors slam, then felt the
car start up and begin to move.
Roger heard a car pull up, then the two men brought
Keiko into the living room and forced her to kneel on
the carpet in front of Paulie and Roger. She looked
totally degraded and smelled awful. Roger felt himself
enjoying this, and his cock began to stiffen again.
Paulie reached over and pulled off the black hood.
Keiko blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light, then
they got wide as she recognized her former boss. "It's
a fine day for a reunion, ain't it Doc?" Paulie
remarked. He removed the gag as well, but grimaced as
her smell hit his nose. "Holy shit, bitch you smell
like a fresh load of manure," he said.
The woman said nothing but simply looked at Roger,
then squeezed her eyes shut in shame. "Oh, no, keep
your eyes open, bitch. We don't want you to miss the
show," Paulie declared, and turned the bound and
filthy woman so she was facing the screen.
"Just in case you was curious, your husband Tashiro is
long gone. He divorced you in absentia and married
your sister Katsuko. After their honeymoon the two of
them took your kids and moved them back to Japan. Just
for laughs, we planted a camera in their honeymoon
suite." The next scene on the video was very well-lit
and clear so there was no mistaking the face of
Tashiro as he fucked his new wife from behind. Keiko
heard her screaming in Japanese, "Yes my husband, fuck
me, fill me up! I will always be loyal, not like my
whore sister. I want to have your cock in me always,
my mouth, my pussy, my ass! I want to keep my belly
huge with your children! PLEASE!!!"
This seemed to enrage Tashiro more, and he began
thrusting even harder, slapping her ass and roughly
pulling her long black hair so her head was bent back.
He spoke in a threatening tone. "You will always be
loyal and obedient, understand? And if you or the
children ever mention that betraying bitch I will beat
all of you!" He groaned, and letting go of her hair he
used both hands to grab her hips and impale her on his
fuckmeat as he filled her pussy with his cum. Katsuko
shrieked as her orgasm matched his, "Yes, my husband,
I will always be loyal! I am not like my sister! I
would die before leaving you!"
The scene ended and the screen went dark. Keiko's head
hung low, crying softly. Her tears ran down her face,
dripping onto the floor in front of her. Paulie
chuckled. "You don't need to understand Japanese to
get the drift of that conversation, right Doc?" He
stood up. "I gotta get back to the club. I'll leave
you two to get reacquainted."
Roger nodded grimly, and walked around in front of his
captive. "So Keiko, was it worth it to lie and betray
me?" After a few moments, Keiko stopped crying and
responded in a quiet voice not much louder than a
whisper.
"Dr. Stern, forgive me. You are a good man, and did
not deserve what you were put through; I never thought
it would be as bad as it was. I did not do it for
myself, Mrs. Akers talked me into doing it for my
children. One night after work she asked me to come
with her to her woman's book club at a local
restaurant. When we got there she said she had gotten
the date wrong, but we decided to go ahead and have
dinner. Over dinner and drinks the discussion
gradually turned to how hard things are in this
economy, and how expensive it is to educate children."
"Then she started talking about how many lawsuits are
easy money since they are settled out of court with
insurance companies. She described how it would be
possible to get a big settlement without anyone
getting hurt."
"She convinced me we would be millionaires, and I
could easily afford the finest education for my
children. But she lied to me, Doctor. At the end of it
all, the insurance settlement was six million, the
attorney's fees were two million, Mrs. Akers took
three million and I got only one. After taxes, it was
$500,000. Before I could put it in a trust for the
children, my husband ordered me to endorse the check
and give it to him. As an obedient wife, I had no
choice. I saw none of it.
Then I was taken against my will and brought here,
made to wallow in filth like an animal, become nothing
more than a sex slave. "I am deeply ashamed and have
suffered for my evil acts, Dr. Stern. Now I see that I
have no hope of ever seeing my husband or children
again. Without my children I am nothing. I only wish
to die. I beg for your mercy and humbly ask that you
grant me this wish."
Roger stood over the small woman. He reached down and
took her by her thin neck, lifting her to her knees.
"Open your mouth," he commanded as he took his cock
out. He placed it on her lips, and she promptly took
him into her throat. He put his hands in her matted
hair and began to fuck her throat deeply, his balls
slapping her chin as she struggled to breathe. Finally
he groaned as he jammed his cock all the way in and
held it, filling her throat and mouth to overflow with
cum. He pulled out, much of his load running down her
chin and onto her tits while she gasped for breath.
After his climax subsided he lifted her by the neck
once more, pulled the tiny woman to a standing
position. His hands were large enough reach almost all
the way around, aligning with the red marks left by
prolonged wearing of her iron collar. He began to
squeeze gently, and her face turning red as she felt
her air supply cut off. "Yes, please," she gasped, "Do
it! End my misery."
After what felt like minutes of not being able to
breathe, her eyes began to bulge and she felt her
lungs screaming for air. Fighting the desperate urge
to struggle, she kept her arms at her sides. She began
to see spots of light, and her body involuntarily
began to fight for survival. She reached to pull his
hands away – then everything went black.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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