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Dr. Stern's Menagerie – 2
by QuidProQuo (brewski@gmx.us)
***
Part 2 of the story: 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)
***
PART 2
6. Little Piggy Awakes
7. Bath Time For Big Piggy
8. Fine Day for a Reunion
9. She Love You Long Time
10. We Meet Again
6. Little Piggy Awakes
Keiko awoke slowly, not feeling the concrete floor but
instead the long-forgotten feel of satin on her naked
skin. She sat up, and as the cover fell away from her
brown nipples she saw she was sitting naked in a low
bed with gold satin sheets, wearing only a white silk
loosely knotted around her neck. It was a small
bedroom, and a bathroom door off to one side. There
was a large glass of orange juice and toast on the
nightstand, and in a state of shock she ate it, the
flavor of the juice and buttered toast delightful on
her tongue after living on gruel for what seemed like
months. Instead of the horrid stench of feces, her
nose caught the gentle scent of lilacs. She touched
her hair and discovered it had been washed and
brushed. She looked to her right and saw herself in a
wall mirror.
She got out of bed and stood in front of it. She was
in shock odd seeing herself clean again. Her legs and
armpits had been shaved, along with her pubic hair.
Was she dreaming? She untied the scarf and saw that
her neck was red and bruised from being choked. No, it
was real. She loosely retied the scarf, noticing a
folded notecard on her pillow. She opened it and began
reading. It was in a handwriting she knew all too well
– Dr. Stern's.
"Dearest Keiko, all the time we worked together, I
admired you, enjoyed looking at your pretty face, and
loved your demure manner. I thought your husband to be
a very lucky man to have such a woman. I had a lot of
anger towards you and Mrs. Akers. But I found I could
not kill you - you are too beautiful to die. You did
very bad things, but you were manipulated. Because of
this, I have decided instead of taking your life, you
should repay me in a different way.
"You see I've cleaned the filth off of you with my own
hands. As of this moment, you belong totally to me.
You are no longer a woman, a wife or a mother. You're
now my fuck slave. You will clean for me, cook for me,
and give me your body whenever I desire it. You will
be my nurse if I need you in the clinic. If you
displease me, I will discipline you."
Keiko looked at her image in the mirror again. Her
skin was spotless, her hair shiny and full, free from
the tangles and excrement she had grown accustomed to.
She continued to read. "If you agree to all of this,
do nothing. Stand in front of the mirror and don't
take your eyes off your reflection. If you do not
agree, sit on the edge of the bed and close your eyes.
It will be over quickly."
Keiko stood immobile, gazing at her own body's
reflection. She had lost weight during her
imprisonment, so she was looking almost emaciated. Her
small breasts were even smaller, but her dark nipples
were still prominent. She vacillated for a moment, but
then made her decision and stayed where she was. She
heard a door open to the side, and in the mirror saw
Roger walk up behind her. He was wearing an expensive
black silk suit, white shirt and tie, and dress shoes.
She felt him finger the material of the white silk
scarf. "You will always wear this scarf as a reminder
that you are mine to do with as I please, and I can
end your life at any time. Understand?"
"Yes, Doctor." His hands came around her and cupped
her breasts, his fingers gently teasing the nipples to
erectness. She moaned slightly.
"Who do these luscious nipples belong to?" he asked.
"You, Doctor." He knelt behind her, and shifted her
legs open slightly so her pussy lips were accessible.
His fingers danced on the outer lips, his index finger
making a slow rotation around her clit. Using his
middle finger, he gently parted her moist inner lips.
He felt her shudder with pleasure.
He spoke in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "And
whose pussy is this? And whose womb is this?"
"Y-y-yours, Doctor," she whimpered. She felt his lips
tracing light kisses up her spine, then her shoulders,
saw their reflections in the mirror. Her face was
betraying the passion she now felt.
She felt his fingers slip under the silk scarf and
tighten it just a little. She shivered partly out of
fear, partly out of passion. His lips were now at the
side of her face, and gently kissed her cheek before
whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to stop,
slut? We can end this now if you'd like." He tightened
the scarf a little more, and she drew in a breath of
fear.
"No Doctor, don't stop. I want to live, I want to
belong to you," she pleaded. He let go of the scarf
and turned her away from the mirror to face him. He
lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, lightly at
first, then more passionately as his tongue slipped in
between her lips. His hands were now on her flat
breasts, gently fondling them.
He whispered into her mouth as they kissed, "You were
such a prim and proper woman when you were my nurse,
the perfect wife and mother. You don't know how many
times I wanted to trap you in the supply closet and
take you right there on the floor like a cheap whore,
especially when you were pregnant. You were so fucking
hot." As his kisses increased in passion, his hands
squeezed her tits tightly. She wrapped her arms around
him and felt the silk of his suit sliding across her
skin excited her even more.
"Please, Doctor," she whispered. "Take me now. Take
your cheap whore." Roger pulled away from her kisses
and looked her in the eye.
"Oh, I will," he whispered in an almost threatening
tone. "From now on, Keiko, you belong to me totally. I
will take you at any time, day or night, in any manner
I wish. You will be completely obedient, do anything
and everything I ask," he pulled slightly on the silk
scarf again. "... or I promise I will finish what we
started. Do you understand?"
A thrill ran through her body, knowing he was now her
master. "Yes, Doctor, I understand. I will obey."
"Take my clothes off, slut, and fold them neatly."
Keiko undressed him quickly and efficiently, deftly
avoiding contact with his stiff dick.
"Lay on the bed with your knees on the ground, and
spread your ass cheeks with your hands." Keiko obeyed,
the feel of the silk sheets against her nipples
increasing her desire. She shivered again as she felt
him rub the head of his cock up and down her crack,
and gasped when he entered her wet pussy with one
quick thrust. Then, ever so slowly, he began to move
in and out.
Mad with passion now she wriggled under him, thrusting
her hips back to spur him on. He reached under her and
found her nipples, pinching and squeezing the
sensitive little buttons as his thrusts picked up
speed. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her,
something she seldom had with her husband. Lust
consumed her rational mind, and she lost control. The
emotions from her lost family, her shame, the horror
of imprisonment all came out at once and she began to
weep hysterically, crying and wailing.
"Aaaaaaaah! Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed, "fuck
your dirty slut hard! Don't stop, please don't stop,
don't make me beg! I surrendered, now give me what I
deserve!"
Roger's orgasm came fast and hard, his cum coating her
vagina and bathing her cervix with its hot fertile
seed. Out of control as he came, repeatedly roaring
"You're mine! You're mine! You're mine!" She responded
with animal screams of her own, thrusting back against
him, not wanting him to stop. He kept pumping and
pumping even after his balls had emptied themselves,
finally stopping from pure exhaustion, collapsing on
top of her tiny body, the sweat from both of them
making their skin slippery.
They lay there, both breathing hard. Roger noticed he
still had a partial erection. Pulling it out of her
sopping cunt, he rubbed it over her throbbing pink
asshole, then pushed the head of it into her ass.
Keiko gave out a squeal, but thrust back against him,
moving it another inch deeper. Under this anal
onslaught, Roger felt himself harden again, his
firmness allowing him to penetrate even more. Keiko
wailed in pain but it hurt so good! She moved farther
back against him, impaling herself even deeper. When
he was in as deep as he could go, he held her hips so
she was stuck in this position.
"Finger fuck your own pussy," Roger ordered, and he
felt movement under his balls, tiny fingers obediently
manipulating her clit. "I want you to come for me."
The fingers moved faster and faster, and soon Keiko
was shrieking as her body suddenly stiffened, another
intense orgasm sweeping over her with Roger's dick
firmly implanted in her rectum.
He pulled of her asshole and rolled her onto her back.
She was still recovering from her orgasm, her breath
ragged and her chest heaving. Spreading her legs wide,
he moved down and covered her labia with tiny kisses,
then used his tongue to tease her clit. Her legs began
to shake with excitement. "Whose pussy is this?" he
asked.
"Yours, Doctor," she replied. "All yours. You are my
owner and my master." He moved up over her body,
lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
"Good."
They fell asleep then, but Keiko was awakened in the
early morning hours by Roger spreading her legs and
taking her pussy, still juicy from the previous fuck
session. Collapsing again after he deposited his seed,
they fell asleep with him spooning her from behind
still hard inside of her. Keiko awoke in Roger's arms
the next morning, gently untangled herself from his
grasp, went to the bathroom to pee and take a shower
to clean up the copious amounts of cum running down
the inside of her thighs.
After living so long in filth, it took her scrubbing
herself three times before she felt adequately clean.
Thinking of her Master, she made sure her pussy and
asshole were especially clean. As she was rinsing off,
the shower curtain was pulled back and a naked Roger
came in.
Turning the water off, he gently turned her and
pressed her back against the shower wall, his hands
pinning her by her upper arms. He pressed his body
against hers, his erection like warm steel against her
belly. She automatically turned her face down in
deference to him.
"Look at me, Keiko." She looked up and he kissed her
deeply. Her arousal made her shiver. "I woke up and
you were gone."
"I'm sorry Master." It didn't seem right to call him
"Doctor" any longer. He was her Master. "I was coming
back to bed; I only wanted to cleanse myself to please
you when you awoke."
He took her chin into one hand and looked at her,
speaking sternly. "That is not for you to say. I will
decide what pleases me and what doesn't. There will be
punishment later for that. Also, in your heat last
night you called me a bastard." Keiko's eyes got wide
as she recalled what she had done.
"Please forgive me, Master, I will never do it again."
"I rather liked it, actually. You were so passionate
while fucking that you lost the ability to think
rationally. As my fuck slave this is how I want you to
be. There will be no punishment for that."
"Thank you, Master." His hands had moved over her
breasts now, and were caressing the nipples with his
thumbs. Keiko gasped with pleasure. He lowered his
face to her neck began kissing her lightly, whispering
between butterfly kisses.
"I love your tits." He knelt on the floor, the big
brown nipples just at his mouth level. He took one
into his mouth, softly sucked on it, then switched to
the other.
"Thank you Master, for praising these small prunes."
He moved his mouth under her left breast and nipped
her, and she gave a short squeal. Then he began
kissing his way down her belly, his tongue touching
her stretch marks.
"Never contradict me, Keiko. I am always right. Your
body is beautiful. Now you say it."
"My...my body is beautiful." As he continued to kiss
his way down to her mons, he moved his hands in
between her knees and spread them just slightly so her
slit was accessible. He reached the top of it and slid
the tip of his tongue in, making contact with her
clit. Keiko shuddered with pleasure.
"Say it again." His fingers gently spread her outer
lips, his tongue now bathing the inner ones.
Her eyes closed in rapture, her breathing more ragged,
she gasped, "Yes, Master, my body is beautiful!"
In one smooth motion he stood up and lifted her by the
buttocks, pressing her against the shower wall, her
feet dangling. He lowered her onto his hardness, her
moist pussy easily accepting it as she locked her
ankles behind his back. Desperately she sought his
mouth with hers; their tongues intertwined as he began
fucking her with small strokes. In this position her
clit was receiving maximum contact; she felt an
intense orgasm rising already. In moments she was
screaming her pleasure as the first wave hit.
Impaled on his cock, her body shook like she was being
electrocuted when she came. Roger didn't speed up, but
shifted his position so he could leverage into her
with longer strokes. Keiko's orgasm wasn't stopping,
merely receding a bit before the intensity hit her
again. When her third wave hit, Roger groaned and
thrust into her as hard as he could, then stuck there
as his balls emptied into her. As her orgasm waned,
Keiko began to cry into Roger's shoulder. "I love you,
Master," she whispered, "I promise I'll be yours
forever. I wish I had been yours long before all the
bad things happened."
He said nothing, just held her to him and kissed her
tear stained cheeks. His erection finally softened and
his cock slipped out of her. Their juices poured out
of her upright pussy and down the insides of his
thighs as he carried the now-exhausted woman out of
the shower and laid her on the bed. "Sleep Keiko," he
said as he covered her in the satin sheets, and
obediently she closed her eyes. "I'll have a surprise
for you when you wake up."
7. Bath Time For Big Piggy
Beverly's sleep was abruptly interrupted by the sound
of the key in the lock and the iron cell door opening.
The same two men as before entered, including the one
who had admired her after punching her and pissing on
her. This time, both were wearing rubber gloves. They
grimaced when they entered the cell; it hadn't been
sprayed down since the last visit and the odor was
overwhelming. "What the FUCK?" the larger one declared
as the scents overwhelmed his nostrils.
One of the people who had relieved themselves a few
hours before had a touch of diarrhea, and it had
splattered the walls and Beverly. "I guess things got
worse for you when there was only one of you, huh
bitch? You didn't have the little one to suck cocks
for you no more. Drinking all that sperm seems to have
done your complexion good!"
Both men laughed at that as they followed the same
protocol, stuffing a gag into Beverly's mouth,
handcuffing her hands behind her back and removing her
metal collar, which revealed a ring of red raw skin
around her neck. Finally they put a blindfold over her
eyes, led her out of the cell and up the stairs.
"Hey Ray," the larger one said, "I don't wanna have to
sit in the car with this one smelling like a fresh dog
turd. Do we have to keep her like this, or can we at
least wash some of the stink off?"
"Paulie didn't say nothing about keeping this one
dirty, so I guess that would be OK. Go ahead, Jimmy.
How you gonna clean her up?"
"Go get me a grooming brush and horse soap from over
in the stables and meet me by the livestock watering
trough." He took Beverly's arm and jerked. "Come on,
cunt, you're gonna take a little swim."
The gravel under her feet was sharp enough to make her
step gingerly. She could hear the lowing of cattle and
smell their manure. Suddenly she was picked up like a
rag doll and thrown into a deep tank of ice-cold
water. She landed on her back and immediately sank.
Her handcuffed hands were of no use. She tried to get
her feet under her, but the bottom of the tank was
slick from the moss and algae growing there.
As she struggled her face broke the surface for a
moment but went under again. She sank entirely to the
bottom of the tank, her lungs bursting and demanding
air that wasn't there. The gag was allowing allowed
water to leak in, filling her mouth with scummy-
tasting liquid. There was nothing she could do to stop
from drowning.
A large hand gripped her by the hair and pulled her
head above the surface. She coughed and spluttered,
trying to clear her filled nose passages; the wet
cloth gag made breathing difficult. Another hand
pulled it free, and she took deep gulps of air.
The man shifted his grip, putting both of his massive
arms under her armpits and lifting her so she could
stand up without slipping. "Well, cunt, it's your
lucky day," the voice of Jimmy declared. "You get
saved from drowning, and you get all that shit
scrubbed off of you." As she stood shivering from the
icy water and the cool breeze, something cold that
smelled like soap was being squirted from the top of
her head to her bushy pussy, and into her ass crack.
Next she felt the bristles of a stiff brush run
through her hair, then scrubbing every square inch of
her skin above the surface of the water, and reaching
under the surface to clean her calves and the tops of
her feet. Jimmy was thorough but he wasn't gentle when
he worked over her ass cheeks, pussy hair or nipples;
instead he seemed to relish scrubbing those areas
harder.
The scrubbing finally stopped. Beverly's skin was
stinging all over, especially her nipples and pussy,
but for the first time in a long time the smell of
excrement and urine was not in her nostrils. Instead,
she smelled like a freshly-washed horse. She could
feel the bubbles from the suds popping on her skin as
the breeze blew over them. "OK, cunt, time for a
rinse. Lower yourself into the water all the way, but
slow so you don't slip. You're all soapy now, so if
you slip and fall I may not be able to save you."
"Thank you," she whispered, as she lowered herself
into the brackish water and rinsed as he instructed.
"Don't thank me, cunt," he responded, "From what I
think the boss has in mind, before the day is out you
maybe wishing you was back under the outhouse. Me
personally, especially now that you're clean I think
you'd be a pretty good-looking bitch once all that
body hair is shaved off. You look like Bigfoot's
sister right now, but you still got a pretty face, and
I'm a sucker for a pretty face. If there's anything
left of you when the Doc is done, maybe he'll let me
have you." He picked up the cloth gag.
Beverly looked up, her eyes wide. "What do you mean
when you said the Doc? Who's the – mmmmph!" Jimmy
stuffed the gag back in and slung her over his
shoulder, heading for the car.
8. Fine Day for a Reunion
Beverly sat naked facing the door of the room, her
wrists tied to the arms of the cold steel chair she
sat on. Her ankles were tied firmly to the front legs
of the chair as well. Jimmy had done a good job of
restraining her. After he had finished tying her up he
fondled her tits roughly, then ran the tip of his
tongue across her gagged lips before kissing her on
the cheek.
"See ya later, cunt," he said, "if there's any
leftovers after the Doc finishes with you."
Beverly shook her head, not wanting Jimmy to leave.
She felt safe with him after he had saved her from
drowning in the livestock's drinking water. She began
to beg and plead beneath the gag that he stay. Jimmy
could see her distress and how she wanted him. It gave
him the beginnings of an erection, thinking about how
he would fuck her. He took one last gaze at her naked
body, then turned and walked out, slamming the heavy
door shut behind him.
The room was dark with no windows, lit only by a low-
wattage light bulb hanging from the ceiling fixture.
She couldn't tell how long she had been sitting there,
but it was long enough that her full bladder was
demanding relief. When her condition got to the point
of pain, she relaxed her urethra and let it flow onto
the chair, down her legs and onto the concrete floor.
The door opened and light flooded in for a moment,
stinging her eyes. When it closed she couldn't see who
had walked in because of the low light and the spots
in front of her eyes. The person walked around behind
her, but they were in a standing position where she
couldn't crane her neck to see their face. A man's
voice spoke, low and serious. "I see that someone
cleaned you up, but now you're all pissy again. What a
filthy pig you are, Beverly."
Two hands came around and fondled her breasts, lightly
twisting her nipples at first, but then pinching them
harshly. Beneath her gag she squealed from the pain.
The hands pulled her tits up in the air by the
nipples, using them as grips to shake them and slap
them together. This continued for several minutes, by
which time she was crying from the discomfort. Then
the man walked around so she could see his scowling
face – Dr. Roger Stern. Beverly's eyes went wide huge
with surprise and fright; if she hadn't already
pissed, her bladder would have emptied itself.
"You know, Beverly, I never had a chance to defend
myself because the insurance company lawyers wouldn't
let me. But truthfully, although you're not an ugly
woman by any stretch of the imagination, with that fat
ass and those big tits, you weren't my type. Even
given the opportunity, I wouldn't have touched you.
Keiko is another story, I find her very fuckable, but
not you." He pinched her nipples again, hard enough
that she wiggled in the chair uselessly trying to get
away.
"By the way, you should know that although you ruined
my life, it wasn't me who brought you here. You're
getting all that money really angered some very bad
people, and so they brought you here. As a reward for
my helping them, I get... you." He chuckled. "So now,
dear lady, it's payback time.
"First, let's bring you up to date with your husband
Hank. After you allegedly ran away with your lesbian
lover, he fell into a funk and started drinking
heavily. This was his first bad decision. Then a
friend suggested he go to Las Vegas, where he met a
working girl and started fucking her without a condom.
"His second bad decision. After a week, one night when
he was drunk she told him she was pregnant and he
believed her, so he married her. She was pregnant, it
just wasn't his baby.
"His third bad decision. Not only did he marry her,
but the pussy-whipped asshole also put all his
property and bank accounts in her name as well as his.
"His fourth bad decision. Of course she promptly took
his name off of everything, rendering him a guest in
his own home before her new boyfriend moved in. Now
he's a useless cuckold with nowhere to go, cooking and
cleaning and being made to watch his pregnant wife
fuck her boyfriend in his bed – in YOUR bed - while he
sits in the corner and jacks off."
Beverly's head hung low now, completely defeated in
mind, body and spirit. "Your husband was a real
winner, wasn't he? I'm guessing you ruined my life so
you could get away from the idiot, and now all that
money you won belongs to a prostitute. Am I right?" He
removed her gag now, but she said nothing.
Finally Beverly lifted her head, and with tears in her
eyes whispered "Dr. Stern, I'm so sorry."
Roger glared at the shivering naked woman. "Oh, no,
you lying whore. You're not nearly sorry enough. But
in a short while, you will be. I promise. You remember
that whole thing about the physician's Hippocratic
oath and doing no harm? After you ruined my life that
went out the window." He left the room, and Jimmy came
in, followed by Ray.
Desperate now, Beverly turned to Jimmy. "Where are you
taking me?"
"Doc says we have to hang you up in the tractor shed
for punishment. It may not be such a good afternoon
for you, cunt."
9. She Love You Long Time
Keiko's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Roger,
fully dressed and sitting on the bed next to her.
"Master!" she exclaimed. Taking his hand, she kissed
it, then slid it under the sheets to touch her
nipples. With her other hand she reached up to
unbutton his shirt. "Please," she whispered, "Please.
Take me, Master."
Roger gently took her hands and put them on the bed.
"Keiko," he began, "it's time for the special surprise
I promised you. I need you to get up and put your robe
on..."
Keiko threw back the silk sheets, shamelessly writhing
as she offered up her lithe naked body. "Please
Master, me so horrrrny, me fucky sucky beaucoup, love
you lonnnng time," she whispered, imitating a
Vietnamese whore. She arched her back and began to rub
her pussy.
"Keiko, I said get dressed..." With snake-like
quickness, her arms slipped around his neck and she
kissed him deeply.
"Please, Master," she begged. "Your slut wants to
please you." As if they had a mind of their own, his
hands found her breasts and began to squeeze them.
"Yesssss," she hissed, "take your whore, Master. Take
my mouth, take my ass, take my pussy." Catching the
scent of her wetness, Roger groaned and lost control.
In a few efficient moves his pants were off and his
erection stuck out. Throwing a couple of pillows in
the middle of the bed, he rolled her body over them so
her wet pussy and ass were sticking up, then jammed
his cock into her wet baby hole. She gasped as he
began fucking her roughly, but urged him on, pushing
back against him.
She began to plead rapidly in an innocent voice, "Oh,
Doctor, no! Please stop! I'm a married woman! You
can't do this! What if I get pregnant? Please, no
more! What do I tell my husband when I have your white
baby? And how can I tell him his little cock can't
satisfy me? You must stop, please! Noooooooo!"
Keiko's fantasy ravings had the desired effect;
Roger's hands were clutching her tits hard and his
hips were furiously pumping her like a pile-driver.
Keiko's ramblings then switched gears. "Yes, Master,
fill me up! Come so hard in my pussy that I can taste
it on my tongue! Fuck me so hard my ancestors feel it!
Yessss!"
With a last groan, Roger's climax squirted hot sperm
deep in her pussy; shuddering from the intensity of
his release, he lowered himself on top of her. "Did I
please you, Master?" she asked, her breathing rough
from exertion as she lay beneath him.
"You hot little bitch," he whispered, smiling, "yes,
you pleased me very much. I may have to punish you
later for doing too good of a job. Now you're going to
get up and dress exactly as I say so you can enjoy
your surprise."
10. We Meet Again
Keiko followed Roger out of the farmhouse and over to
the large outbuilding where the tractors were stored.
Per his instructions, she was clad in a white robe
with red chrysanthemum flowers and fiery red patent
leather shoes with 5" heels with and 3 1/2 inch
platforms in front. As always, her white silk scarf
was around her neck.
Roger entered the building through a side door, and
she followed. The building had a metal beam that ran
the length of it, with a movable winch on top. At the
end of the winch's cable was Keiko's surprise.
Beverly was standing upright, gagged and blindfolded
with her hands tied behind her. The base of her tits
were wrapped with several turns of rope that made them
puff up like a pair of overly-full reddish-purple
balloons, ready to pop. The ropes wrapping her tits
were threaded through a carabiner, which in turn
hooked onto a quick-attach anchor on the end of the
slightly taut winch cable. Her feet were spread wide
apart with a spreader bar attached at each ankle.
There was a metal table beside the hanging woman
covered with a cloth. Roger pulled off the cloth,
revealing a variety of paddles, whips, switches,
riding crops, metal clips and a vicious-looking
leather flogger with braided tails. When Beverly saw
them her eyes got wide and she began Beverly was
shaking her head no, making pleading noises beneath
the gag. Roger took a remote control out of his pocket
and hit a button; the winch whined for a second and
the cable became taut, pulling her tits up just enough
so she had to stand on her tiptoes. Her pleading now
turned to whimpers of pain.
He rotated Beverly around so Keiko could see the black
tube with a bulb on the end coming out from between
the woman's ass cheeks.
"To prepare her for punishment, I pumped a full bottle
of wine in her rectum, which absorbed the alcohol and
got her good and drunk; then I put 4 another quarts of
warm water in her, so the bitch has quite a gut full.
See how distended her stomach is? The nozzle is
inflated on the inside of her sphincter, so it won't
come out without turning the release valve."
He gave the bulb a couple of squeezes to inflate it
further, and Beverly shrieked. "Between hanging by her
tits and her intestines full of fluid, I'm sure it's
quite uncomfortable. Would you agree, Beverly?"
Beverly squeaked in drunken pain, tears running down
her face.
"With her tits bound so tightly the nerves are highly
sensitive. Any contact will feel like a touch of
fire." Roger looked at the stunned Keiko, kissing her
gently on the lips. "Keiko, this is the woman who lied
to you, lured you in and robbed you of your fair share
while ruining my life. When you were locked up in that
stinking shithole, this is the woman who took most of
the food, beat you, made you suck cocks, eat her foul
pussy, and lick the shit off her filthy ass. I want
you to take that riding crop and make sure to beat
every square inch of her body."
His hand went up to the belt on the robe and untied
it, letting it fall to the floor.
Wearing only her red shoes and the white scarf around
her neck, Keiko began to beat Beverly as the video
cameras recorded it all. By the time she was done she
was breathing hard, her body was covered with a sheen
of sweat. Beverly hung limp, barely clinging to
consciousness. Roger broke an ampule of ammonia
inhalant under her nose, abruptly bringing her back to
alertness. He removed her gag and, grasping her chin
roughly with one hand, looked in her red-rimmed eyes.
"So, Beverly, are you happy you ruined my life?" With
his other hand he slapped her across her swollen
breasts, and she howled.
"P-p-p-please," she whimpered, tears running down her
face, "please let me down. It hurts, please let me
down. I feel like I'm going to burst."
"Oh, no, Beverly. You ruined my life, Keiko's life,
and your husband's life. We've only just begun." He
undressed, revealing a body in good shape for a 38-
year-old man. Picking up a willow switch off the
table, Roger began to apply it to her back with strong
stokes. Soon it was covered in angry red stripes.
Rotating her around to face him again he placed clips
on each of her nipples, and she howled in agony.
Exchanging the willow switch for the multi-tailed
flogger, he began to expertly administer the braided
tails, striking at her most tender parts; her tits,
her inner thighs, and her feet.
Beverly had passed out by now from the punishment, and
Roger had a rock-hard erection. Drunken with lust he
turned to Keiko, pushed her down onto her hands and
knees and began to fuck her from behind. There was no
tenderness or romantic prelude, this was pure raw
fucking, and the little slut was his slave to do with
as he pleased. She made small noises of pleasure, but
pleasing her was far from his mind; the only thing he
wanted to do was assault her womb and coat her cervix
with his sperm.
When he was through he stood up, leaving Keiko in a
sweaty heap on the floor, his cum oozing out of her
well-fucked slit. Walking over to the table he opened
a drawer and took out a small syringe, which he then
injected into the hanging woman's thigh. "Sweet dreams
you fucking whore," he hissed.
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
any way, 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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