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DOCTOR'S ORDERS
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By Parker
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"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice."
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Jacqueline Astor just smiled and nodded, casually waving
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away the expression of thanks. "It was no problem at all," she
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smiled. "It's my job." Brushing back her shoulder-length brown
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hair, the doctor handed over the clipboard on which the patient
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registration forms had been laid out. Lisa Forbes took the
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clipboard and began filling out the forms.
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The doctor surreptitiously examined her new patients. It was
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difficult to believe that this woman was in her mid-thirties, and
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the mother of a seventeen year-old daughter. With her long brown
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hair and trim figure, Lisa could have passed for a woman ten
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years her junior. In fact, Lisa and her daughter almost looked
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more like sisters than mother and daughter. They might even have
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been twins - they both had the same cute features and bright blue
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eyes - except that Anna's short, curly hair was a honey blonde. A
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"gift" from her father, Lisa had explained, grimacing.
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The doctor turned her attention to the daughter, who had
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remained silent during the initial interview. 'Shy', Lisa had
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explained. Shy or not, she was a beauty.
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Lisa finished filling out the forms and handed them over.
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"Thanks," Dr. Astor said, looking quickly examining them,
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"This should..." She stopped speaking and looked up. "There's no
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previous address or next of kin."
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Embarrassed, Lisa Forbes smiled apologetically at the young
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doctor. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that, well... with the
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move and... and everything..." She shrugged her shoulders,
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unwilling to complete the statement. She didn't have to;
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Jacqueline Astor knew all about the mother and daughter's recent
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move to the little town of Point Hope in southern California; she
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knew all about Lisa's messy separation and, ultimately, divorce
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from her alcoholic and likely abusive husband back home in
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Nebraska. All this information had come out during the initial
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registration. Nikki would doubtless have it all down on the
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computer by now.
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It was perfect.
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Jacqueline selected an understanding smile and carefully
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arranged it on her face.
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She had to play this just right.
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"Oh that's fine," she said, open and friendly. "That
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information's not vital. I understand."
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Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it wasn't
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going to be a problem. She had been prepared to withhold the
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information, even if it meant losing this doctor. Still, it
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usually took weeks to get appointments with specialists, and with
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their insurance situation up in the air... well, they were more
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than a little lucky to have come across someone like Dr. Astor.
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"Just make certain to be on time for your Friday
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appointment," the doctor said, "We'll go over those test results
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and see what we can do about getting the both of you to a GP as
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soon as possible. I think I might be able to arrange something
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for you in that department."
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Lisa blushed. She really hadn't expected such kindness;
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especially on her first day in town! Back home in Lincoln, folks
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were warned about the kind of people one met in places like
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California. It seemed that the warnings were misguided.
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Stammering out a final round of 'thanks', she bundled her silent
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daughter out of the reception area.
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"Nikki"
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"Yes?" Nikki Crawford, Dr. Astor's receptionist and
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secretary, poked her head out past the entrance to her little
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office. She was in her mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and a
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tight, athletic body.
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"Would you print out a copy of the new Forbes file? I want
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to review it."
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"Right away."
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"And cancel all my other appointments after the Forbes
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appointment on Friday afternoon."
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The blonde receptionist looked startled, but didn't comment.
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"I'll make the calls first thing tomorrow." She paused for a
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second, looking thoughtful. Then she continued speaking. "Right
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after I send in the insurance forms for the Forbes."
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"Oh don't bother with that," the doctor ordered. "I want to
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go over a few things with them beforehand."
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Once again, the receptionist looked surprised. Until those
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insurance forms were signed and mailed in, the practice would not
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be able to bill for any time spent with the Forbes.
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"As you wish."
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Looking thoughtful, Nikki Crawford went back into her office
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to print up the file. She bit her lip, deep in thought as the
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laser printer spat out the requested forms. When it was finished,
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she delivered them to her employer as ordered and then left the
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office.
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Dr. Astor watched, peering through the office window as
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Nikki drove away in her green Tercel. The doctor knew it would
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take the girl about twenty or so minutes to get home. She glanced
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over at an answering machine sitting on her desk; a small red
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light indicated that it was ready and waiting. Well... she would
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see what she would see.
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Sighing, Dr. Astor (now Jacqueline Astor - the office was
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closed) sat down at her desk and reviewed the file on Lisa and
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Anna Forbes. They seemed perfect. The pair had just moved into
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Point Hope after leaving Nebraska; no one in town knew them and
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no one from home knew that they were here. The presence of a
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drunken, potentially abusive ex-husband had caused Lisa Forbes to
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keep their present location a secret from all of her old friends
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back home. And since there had been no registration sent in from
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the doctor's office, there was no record of their ever having
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been there at all. Just a computer file that could be erased with
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the push of a finger.
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Jacqueline's hand drifted down to her crotch and began to
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rub as she made the final decision on her course of action. She
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would make the call that evening: the El-Maceia, perhaps. It had
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been too long since the last sale. And it was not just the
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money - although that was important of course. There were other
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things she needed as well.
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Perhaps it was time for a session with Michelle...
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Michelle Myers fought to stay awake.
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It was not that she wanted to stay awake; for the last
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several months, her every waking moment had been a nightmare of
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pain and sexual torture. Given an option, she would certainly
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have chosen unconsciousness. But if she fell asleep - or even
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started to drift off - she would begin to lose her upright
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posture; she would start to slump; she would teeter on the six
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inch highheels locked onto her slender ankles. And that would
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have the effect of putting pressure on the two fishhooks embedded
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in her nipples and connected, by way of the fishing line which
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ran tautly upwards, to a pair of bolts on the ceiling. Moaning,
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the girl fought against the exhaustion which threatened to
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overwhelm her - she had been in this position for well over
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twelve hours - and tried to stand steady. However, try as she
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might, she was unable to keep her mind from drifting; drifting
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back to days before this endless torture had begun.
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She had been young then - it seemed like years ago, although
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it was barely eight months. Only a few years out of high school,
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the job as a receptionist for Dr. Astor had seemed a godsend. The
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work was interesting and not too hard. And the doctor had seemed
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so nice; so friendly.
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Then came the day she had returned to the office late on a
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Friday evening to pick up a Stephen King novel she had forgotten
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there. It was not in her work station, so she pushed open the
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heavy wooden door leading to her employer's office. As she looked
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around for the book, she became aware of a noise, a high-pitched
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whine... almost a scream, coming from behind the door in the back
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of the office. A door she had always assumed led to a private
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lavatory.
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Curious, she pushed it open and went inside. It was a
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lavatory, but there was another doorway sitting open behind an
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enclosed shower. For the first time, Michelle began to feel
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frightened, but she pushed on. The screaming sound was louder
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now. She stepped into the shower and stepped through the door...
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...and into a nightmare.
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Michelle had never imagined that the doctor - that ANY human
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being could be capable of such... such acts. The blood... the
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screams... that young girl, she couldn't have been more than
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sixteen years old - A PATIENT! (omygodomygodomygod) - lying
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strapped over the examination table, squealing in agony as the
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doctor - Dr. Astor? - stood behind her; thrusting... thrusting...
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thrusting...
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The world seemed to rush away from her and narrow to a
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pinpoint as she stood, fear-crazed and stupefied, struck dumb by
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the scene in front of her. It seemed like hours... it seemed like
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seconds...
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She must have screamed.
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She had no memory of it, but she must have done so, because
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she became dimly aware of a new wailing sound, rising up to join
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the screams and cries of the young girl. Unable to move, the
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receptionist watched as Dr. Astor pulled away from her young
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victim and turned in slow motion to face the intruder.
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It wasn't until she saw the huge dildo strapped onto her
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employer's crotch - large...
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black...
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red...
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brown...
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- that the wailing stopped, as if shut off by the throwing
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of some unseen switch, and the floor rushed up to caress her face
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black and blue... and then, finally, black again.
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She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.
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When she woke up, she found herself strapped down to the
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examination table, naked, with locked legs trapped and spread up
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over her head in the metal stirrups. Dr. Astor stood above her,
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gently stroking her face with the back of her hand.
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"There we are," she crooned softly, her voice soothing and
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gentle. "All awake now. All ready to play."
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Michelle struggled to talk; to scream; to beg. But it was no
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use. Something that felt like a large plastic ball was fastened
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into her mouth with a leather strap.
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"I've sent my little playmate off to her new owners," Astor
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smirked, noting her victim's panic. "Just like all the rest:
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break them in - have a little fun with them - and then off they
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go." She reached down and began playing with Michelle's exposed
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nipples, pinching and prodding. The girl tried to pull away, but
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there was nowhere to go. "Profitable perhaps, but it gets a
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little lonely sometimes. That's what you're for."
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Suddenly intense, Dr. Astor leaned down and put her face up
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close to that of her terrified prisoner. "The others will come
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and go, come and go, but you... you I'll keep. My own toy; my
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pet. We'll have such fun together, you and I."
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Smiling, she straightened up and reached over to the
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instrument tray. After a quick search, she picked up a small,
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silver-shiny scalpel.
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"Now, where shall we begin?"
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*****
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Breathless, Nikki Crawford dropped her keys on the kitchen
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counter and picked up the phone. There was no need to check a
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phone book for the number; she knew it well.
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"Hender, please" she said, fighting to keep the excitement
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out of her voice. She was a professional now and she would behave
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like one. "Tell him this is Special Agent Crawford." She waited
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impatiently.
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"Lance? This is Nikki. Yes... I think she's making a move.
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We have a couple of new patients that fit the profile... yes; I
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know. You were right about the stake-out, but... yes, but it's
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been over four months now... OK. Right. I understand; no moves
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until we find out as much as possible. Right. OK... No false
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alarms. I'll report in again when I know more."
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Sighing, she hung up the phone. Spending four months as a
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receptionist in a doctor's office had starkly underlined the
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reasons she had joined the Bureau in the first place. Her first
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job! She had expected things to be different.
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Still, it was just about over...
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In the now-dark doctor's office, the answering machine
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continued to run for a moment and then it shut itself off. The
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small red light blinked... blinked... blinked... indicating that
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it had captured a call to tape.
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*****
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Friday afternoon.
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Lisa and Anna had shown up right on time. They had the
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waiting room to themselves, as Nikki had cancelled all of the
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other afternoon appointments as per the doctor's instructions.
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"Doctor Astor will see you now." Nikki, smiling, led the mother
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and daughter into the florescent, sterile-white examination room.
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After seeing them settled in, she went through the back door into
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Dr. Astor's office.
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"They're ready," she announced, handing the doctor a
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clipboard with the relevant files.
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"Thank you." Dr. Astor took the clipboard, but appeared
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somewhat distracted. Shrugging, Nikki turned to leave. "That will
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be all for today Nikki," the doctor called after her. "I won't be
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needing you any more."
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Frowning, Nikki turned to protest. "But doctor..."
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"I said that will be all." All trace of distraction vanished
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as Jacqueline Astor focused her attention on her receptionist.
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"Do you understand?"
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"Yes doctor," Nikki acceded, all thoughts of disagreement
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melting away before her employer's anger. Without another word,
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she turned and left the office.
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A few minutes later, she was out on the street in front of
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the office, debating whether or not to call Hender. 'Better
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wait,' she decided. Hender had instructed her that the Bureau
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would not be acting until they had learned all they could about
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the doctor's operations.
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Special Agent Nikki Crawford decided that she would wait for
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a while and then head back into the office to check things out.
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If she was right about what was going to happen, the Bureau would
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learn plenty...
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*****
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Lisa opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was. She
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didn't even remember falling asleep.
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What had happened?
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"Mommy!"
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ANNA!
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Lisa tried to sit up, but found that she was unable to do
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so; she was fastened down on the examination table by what felt
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like some sort of chain around her neck. Her hands and the rest
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of her body were free, but she was effectively held down by the
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neck chain.
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"Anna," she cried, pulling uselessly at the chain around her
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neck. It began to choke her as she tugged at it. "Where are you?"
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"Mommy!" This time the cry degenerated into a scream of pain.
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Desperately, Lisa turned her head to see what was happening to
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her daughter. If she twisted and pulled - effectively cutting off
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the passage of air through her windpipe - the desperate mother
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was able to see her daughter at the other side of the room.
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Anna was naked, held down on the lap of Dr. Astor who was
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now wearing nothing more than an unbuttoned white lab coat. The
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teenager twisted and squirmed weakly, but was unable to pull away
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from the evil woman, who fondled and abused her. One hand held
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tight in the struggling girl's curly blonde hair while the other
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roamed free over her body: first fondling and squeezing the
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girl's small, well formed titties and then sliding down to her
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exposed crotch, pinching, prodding and then - impossibly;
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inevitably - sliding inside. Up until then, Anna didn't seem to
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have been struggling very hard - was she drugged? - but that got
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a reaction.
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"MOM!"
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"Anna!"
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Lisa thrashed about on the examination, struggling furiously
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to escape, but was unable to do anything other than watch
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helplessly as the woman - the doctor - casually took her young
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daughter's virginity. Anna started wailing as the doctor began
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sliding her finger roughly in and out of her dry pussy.
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"No!!!"
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This time, Lisa's cry of anguish brought a response. Dr.
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Astor brought her head up and looked over at the woman she
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earlier had chained down to the examination table. Lisa flinched
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back as she saw the strange, almost dazed, look in the woman's
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glowing green eyes.
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"Ah," the doctor smirked, "I see the BITCH is finally
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awake." She looked down at Anna, who had stopped fighting and was
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just sitting, limp and broken on her lap, and then back up at the
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mother. "Ready to join the fun?"
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At the word 'bitch', Lisa felt a warm surge of... of
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something - lust?? - flow through her body, starting in her pussy
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and spreading rapidly up through the rest of her body. What was
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happening to her?
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The doctor, noticing the confused play of emotions across
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her victim's face, smirked.
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"Did you like that you little SLUT?" she asked as she
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continued to rape Anna with her fingers.
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The horrified mother again felt the impossible surge of
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lust. She struggled to close her legs, to keep her hands away
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from her crotch - to do anything to reject the feeling in her
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pussy - but it was no use. Laughing, Dr. Astor jerked her fingers
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out from where she had been sliding them in and out of the Anna's
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bleeding pussy. Anna jerked in pain and started crying again.
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Pausing only to rub clean her bloody fingers on her sobbing
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victim's blonde hair, the doctor dumped the girl onto the floor
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and walked slowly across to the examination table, where the
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girl's mother was chained by the neck.
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Lisa struggled madly, both to break free and to fight down
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the waves of unnatural lust crashing over her body. She lost both
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battles. Smirking at the woman's futile struggle, the doctor
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leaned over and put her face up close to her victim's fear-crazed
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eyes.
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"You're enjoying this," she murmured, "aren't you bitch?"
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Another surge of sexual heat.
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Lisa shook her head. "No..."
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Dr. Astor slowly - excruciatingly - dragged one of her long,
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sharp, painted nails down the woman's trembling leg and onto her
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exposed pussy. Involuntarily, Lisa's legs closed on the hand, as
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if trying to suck it into her sopping cunt. The doctor obliged,
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sinking her finger deep inside and twisting it around. A few
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seconds later, she brought a shiny, wet finger up to the woman's
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face.
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"Your pussy says otherwise," she whispered. "Have a taste."
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It was too much. Lisa clamped her mouth firmly shut and turned
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away. The doctor just smiled.
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"Have a taste," she repeated. "Slut."
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Lisa moaned in lust. 'Just one taste,' she thought. 'Just
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this once.' She had to do it! With a groan of defeat, she opened
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her mouth, her warm wet tongue lapping invitingly over her lower
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lip. Dr. Astor slid her finger in and Lisa was soon sucking
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avidly, now completely unable to resist the waves of lust that
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engulfed her body.
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"That's right bitch," {yesyesyesyesyes} the doctor crooned
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in a mock soothing voice. "You have a nice suck while I explain a
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few things." Lisa moaned as Dr. Astor slid her free hand down and
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began toying with her victim's sopping pussy. "I'm not really a
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doctor; at least, not the kind of doctor you came to see. I am -
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was - a psychiatrist, specializing in hypnosis. I lost my licence
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after a little... incident a few years back. You see, I have
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certain tastes. Tastes which my skill in hypnosis allowed me to
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indulge. It used to be just for my own pleasure, but since the
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college revoked my licence, I've been forced to find a new
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career."
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All through this little speech, Lisa could feel herself
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becoming more and more aroused as the doctor fondled her body.
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She was now squirming on the examination table, sucking as hard
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as she could on the doctor's finger, trying desperately to come.
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Dr. Astor, however, knew what she was doing; every time Lisa
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started building towards an orgasm, she would pull her hand away.
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Lisa would thrust her hips forward, desperate for the pressure
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against her pussy. Eventually, her excitement would die down, and
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the doctor would begin playing with her again.
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"Now I'm a saleswoman," Dr. Astor continued. "I specialize
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in finding - and training - bitches {almosttherealmostthere} like
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you for certain customers..." Lisa wasn't even listening anymore.
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She had to come. SHE HAD TO...
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"And, of course, there's always a market for a mother and
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daughter team."
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Lisa twisted and bucked under the doctor's expert hands...
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"So, I've spent a little time in your head, setting things
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up for your training. Every time you hear certain words - bitch
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{another}, slut {wave}, whore {of}, cocksucker {LUST!!!} and
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others {OHGODOHGOD0OHGODOHGOD} you will feel uncontrollable
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lust." The doctor paused and looked down in satisfaction as the
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young mother twisted and whined on the examination table. "But
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you won't be able to come - ever - until you hear one, certain
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word."
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"Please... please... please..."
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"Listen bitch {!!!!!!}, will you do what I say?"
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"Please..."
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"Whore {!!!}, will you help me train your daughter? Will you
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help her become the same kind of cumslutbitchwhorecocksucker
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{!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!} as her mother?"
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"YES! YES! YES... I'll help you turn her into whore, a
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bitch, a cocksucker... anything... just let me..."
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Dr. Astor turned and looked over at Anna, who had been
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watching the activity on the examination table with wide,
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frightened eyes. Her pussy had stopped bleeding, but it still
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ached with the pain of the defilement. And now... what was her
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mother saying?
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"Please... please... PLEASE..."
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Dr. Astor looked down and smiled. "OK. You can come now.
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CUNT!"
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"Arrghhh..." Lisa twisted and thrashed on the table,
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screaming with release as the orgasm which had been building up
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in her body for so long finally exploded in full force, sending
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wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing through her body.
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Dr. Astor nodded in satisfaction. The suggestions and
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responses she had implanted earlier were working perfectly. The
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first time was always the most difficult; after that, it became
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easier and easier until, finally, the subject would be completely
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addicted. Soon, Lisa would willingly - abjectly - do anything she
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was told; anything at all in order to be allowed the release the
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orgasms would bring her.
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This was going to be an easy one...
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*****
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Nikki Crawford silently cursed herself for not keeping her
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service revolver with her. Over the months of surveillance, she
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had grown careless, leaving it at home rather than bringing it
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with her to her 'job' as a receptionist for the doctor. Now, when
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she really needed it, it was sitting at home, useless and
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forgotten in her desk drawer.
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The office door was locked. Strange, given the fact that no
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one had left. Nikki once again considered reporting in to Hender
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and calling for backup, but she quickly dismissed the idea.
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Hender had been explicit in his instructions that she wasn't to
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call in unless she had proof.
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Well, she'd get him his proof.
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She reached into her purse and pulled out the key. Not the
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usual office key, the one opening the receptionist's area in the
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front of the office, but Dr. Astor's key; or, rather, the
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duplicate she had gotten made up after 'borrowing' her employer's
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key. This one opened not only the main office door, but the other
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areas as well. She slipped it in and twisted. The locked turned
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over with a small click.
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Heart pounding furiously, Nikki Crawford pushed the door
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open.
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*****
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"Mom... NO!"
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Lisa Forbes, naked and unrestrained, stood behind her young
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daughter, her brown hair matted down over her forehead. She wore
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a large, black, strap-on dildo. Her hands worked furiously up and
|
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down the black monster, covering it with grease as she had been
|
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ordered to do by the doctor.
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"That's right you bitch," Dr. Astor told her. "Grease it up
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real good."
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Lisa shuddered with obscene delight as the doctor's words
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triggered the hypnotic suggestion and the now-familiar - now
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fervently longed-after - wave of pleasure rocked her naked body.
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Nothing mattered now; nothing other than pleasing her mistress so
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she could hear those words again. She lived to hear those words.
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Those wonderful words...
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She didn't have long to wait. "Now, you stupid slut, shove
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it in. Ream your daughter's asshole until it bleeds."
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"Mommy..."
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Ignoring her daughter's cry for mercy, Lisa obeyed, shoving
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the glistening phallus into her daughter's virgin asshole. Anna
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was bent over the examination table, held down by a set of
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leather cuffs wrapped around her thin wrists and clipped to the
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legs of the table. Anna twisted and bucked, but her mother
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gripped the teenager's narrow thighs with a strength born of
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madness and shoved forward as hard as she could. Anna squealed
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herself hoarse with pain and horror as the invader slipped past
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her desperately-squirming sphincter muscles and invaded her ass.
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The pain was unimaginable.
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"Now fuck her, bitch."
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Lisa shuddered with pleasure and began sawing the dildo in
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and out as fast as she could, eyes vacant, drool seeping over her
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slack lower lip and dripping down onto her sweating, hard-nippled
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breasts. Maybe if she did well enough... maybe she would be
|
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allowed to experience another orgasm.
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Maybe...
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Dr. Astor leaned down in front of Anna's tear-stained face.
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The girl had stopped screaming now; she just stared straight
|
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ahead, her mouth wide open in a silent mask of shock and pain.
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But she was silent. Unable to resist, the doctor moved forward
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and pressed her lips against those of her young victim. Anna
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tried to turn her head, but was unable to escape. All she could
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do was lie there in silent agony as her mother raped her ass and
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the doctor explored the inside of her mouth with her tongue.
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*****
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Nikki heard the screaming, but couldn't make out the words.
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The noise seemed to be coming from behind the door to the
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examination room, but when she tried to open it, she found that
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it had been bolted shut from the other side.
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Shit.
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Then she remembered: there was another way in. Through the
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doctor's office; there was a back entrance.
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Maybe she could get in through there.
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*****
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Time passed...
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Jacqueline Astor let her head hang back as she enjoyed the
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extraordinary sensation of Anna's hard-working, if inexperienced
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tongue. Inexperienced because the poor girl had never serviced
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another woman's pussy before; hard-working because the girl's
|
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mother, panting and whining with the need to orgasm, was bringing
|
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a large paddle down on the girl's reddening ass, all the time
|
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urging her daughter to 'make the mistress come'.
|
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Jacqueline had told Lisa that when she came, she would say
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the word that would allow Lisa to orgasm. Lisa had immediately
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grabbed her daughter by the hair and shoved the crying girl in
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between the doctor's legs. She then began 'encouraging' her with
|
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the large paddle. Thus motivated, the seventeen year-old had
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stuck out her little pink tongue and begun work.
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"Little bitch... little whore..."
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The doctor kept up a constant string of verbal abuse. The
|
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words served both to degrade the girl - to teach her her new role
|
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in life - and to keep the girl's mother on edge.
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A light blinked on over the main door.
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"Fuck."
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Dr. Astor pushed Anna's head away. The young girl, eyes
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|
glazed with pain and face covered with pussy juice, sat back on
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her heels.
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"Get her to suck your own pussy, whore," Astor ordered,
|
|
pulling the medical lab coat back around her body. She was angry
|
|
at having her pleasure frustrated, but had a pretty good idea of
|
|
what was happening. "When I get back we'll get serious."
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Lisa obeyed instantly. Once again, she grabbed her daughter
|
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by the hair, but this time pulled her young daughter around and
|
|
jammed the girl's face into her own crotch rather than the
|
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doctor's. "Come to mommy," she burbled, half insane with lust.
|
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Anna - limp and broken - stuck her face in her mother's pussy and
|
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began licking.
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Dr. Astor left them there, going over to a drawer and taking
|
|
out a hypodermic needle she had prepared that morning for just
|
|
such an event.
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|
It paid, in her experience, to be prepared.
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*****
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Nikki froze, halted in her tracks by the sight that greeted
|
|
her as she entered the doctor's private office (locked of course,
|
|
but susceptible to the copied key).
|
|
It was a girl.
|
|
She was naked, her pink flesh pocked and matted with criss-
|
|
crossing scars. Mute testimony to innumerable sessions with the
|
|
whip; the cane; the scalpel; the match... Stunned, Nikki moved
|
|
slowly forward. Her horror grew as the details of the girl's
|
|
present condition grew apparent.
|
|
She was bent over backwards, back arched and chest shoved
|
|
forward, over a small stool. Her whip-stained breasts defied
|
|
gravity, reaching straight up to the ceiling. They were held that
|
|
way by two long strips of elastic which ran from the ceiling down
|
|
to a pair of fishhooks stuck deep through the girl's nipples. The
|
|
more she relaxed, the harder the elastic pulled.
|
|
This was just the beginning, though. The girl's legs were
|
|
pulled wide and fastened to the floor with leather cuffs,
|
|
exposing her pussy; exposing what had been done to it. The flesh
|
|
to each side of it had been pierced with large, silver rings.
|
|
Elastic straps had been attached through these rings and ran
|
|
through a D-ring on the base of a large dildo which jutted
|
|
obscenely from the poor girl's pussy. These straps ran down
|
|
through her ass-crack, under her body and across to her head,
|
|
where they had been fastened to the long, brown braid of her
|
|
sweat-matted hair. If she tried to pull her head up, this in turn
|
|
would pull on the dildo, propelling the massive instrument
|
|
further into her already-tortured pussy. As well, a tight strap
|
|
from a large ring in her nose ran down her chest to the fishhooks
|
|
in her nipples. Thus, if she moved her head forward, the dildo
|
|
was pulled further into her pussy; if she moved her head back,
|
|
this put pressure on the hooks in her nipples. A lose-lose
|
|
situation. Finally, the girl's arms had been fastened tightly to
|
|
her ankles, making it almost impossible for her to move.
|
|
As if she'd want to.
|
|
Breathlessly, tears filling her eyes and caution all but
|
|
forgotten, Nikki rushed forward to help.
|
|
|
|
Michelle felt her awareness being tugged from its accustomed
|
|
niche in the haze of pain that was her existence. Blearily, she
|
|
opened her eyes to see a young blonde woman, dressed in the
|
|
uniform of a receptionist, bend over her, mumbling something
|
|
about not being afraid.
|
|
As if she could ever not be afraid again.
|
|
Still, despite all that had happened to her, Michelle still
|
|
had some spirit left. That's why - if she could have; if the ring
|
|
punched through her tongue and threaded through the holes in her
|
|
lips in such a way as to prevent her from ever pulling her tongue
|
|
back into her mouth - she would have cried out a warning as she
|
|
saw Dr. Astor appear from the examination room and bend over her
|
|
unsuspecting rescuer.
|
|
But she couldn't.
|
|
The ring in her tongue had effectively reduced her powers of
|
|
speech to an incoherent grunting and moaning, neither of which
|
|
served as an effective warning. Michelle could do nothing but
|
|
watch in horror as Dr. Astor plunged the hypodermic needle into
|
|
her rescuer's arm. The woman turned and tried to struggle - she
|
|
was strong and quick - but whatever drug the doctor had used was
|
|
proving all too effective. Within seconds, the woman - the
|
|
rescuer - was lying unconscious on the floor.
|
|
Unable to prevent herself, Michelle began to cry helpless
|
|
tears. It had been weeks since she had cried. Dr. Astor looked
|
|
over at her and smiled.
|
|
"Michelle," she said, "Feeling lonely?" The doctor walked
|
|
over to the bound girl and opened the lab coat. Smiling an evil
|
|
smile, she straddled her victim's face and ground her pussy into
|
|
her mouth. "Let's put that tongue of your to work," she ordered.
|
|
The pain was incredible as the weight of Dr. Astor's body
|
|
pushed her head downward, tightening the pressure on the
|
|
fishhooks, but Michelle stuck out her pierced tongue and began
|
|
lapping at her tormentor's pussy. She knew - oh how she knew -
|
|
that no matter how bad the pain got, it could always get worse.
|
|
And, of course, it always did.
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#################################################################
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some people have complained because my stories
|
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tend to have "unhappy" endings. This one is no exception.
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Therefore, in an effort to keep people happy (god knows I don't
|
|
want to make anyone unhappy), I have included an alternative
|
|
ending; one which may be more satisfactory to some readers. Past
|
|
this point, the story splits in two: "ENDING A" and "ENDING B". I
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hope this is satisfactory to everyone.
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#################################################################
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ENDING A
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|
Despite the fact that he had spent many of his recent years
|
|
in the Bureau behind a desk, Special Agent Lance Hender was still
|
|
able to break open the locked door with a single shove of his
|
|
shoulder. Pistol in hand, he lead three of his men into the
|
|
silent waiting room of Dr. Astor's office. He gestured two of the
|
|
men through a door into what looked like an examination room and
|
|
led the other one along a hallway into the doctor's office. He
|
|
was familiar with the layout from Nikki's reports.
|
|
Nikki!
|
|
He hated it when one of his people went missing.
|
|
Particularly when it was a promising new agent like Nikki
|
|
Crawford.
|
|
Particularly on this kind of assignment.
|
|
The rooms were empty. The paraphernalia of the medical
|
|
practice had been left behind, but all records, all evidence of
|
|
who had been there and what had happened had been wiped clean.
|
|
Or had it?
|
|
"Hender." He looked over. Bateman was holding up a manila
|
|
envelope. It had Hender's name scrawled on the front. "Take a
|
|
look." The man looked like he was going to throw up.
|
|
What the hell?
|
|
Hender took the envelope and looked inside. Pictures. He
|
|
slid them onto the desk and took a close look.
|
|
Oh god.
|
|
Nikki!
|
|
...this kind of assignment.
|
|
He stared for a few moments - for an eternity - before
|
|
slowly replacing the pictures in the envelope. He was proud of
|
|
the fact that his hands trembled only slightly. His men gathered
|
|
around, waiting for orders.
|
|
Hender looked up.
|
|
"Make a full search. Fingerprints... the works." He knew they wouldn't
|
|
find anything, but they had to try.
|
|
Hender briefly allowed his mind to skirt over the images on the
|
|
pictures; just for a moment, before filing them away in the
|
|
compartment of his mind reserved for dealing with situations
|
|
where his agents went down in the field.
|
|
As usual, he would deal with it later on, by himself.
|
|
At night. With the aid of rather a considerable amount of whisky.
|
|
...this kind of assignment...
|
|
|
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|
|
EPILOGUE
|
|
|
|
The bartender gazed sadly at the long row of glasses that
|
|
needed wiping. Sighing to himself, he picked up a grimy towel and
|
|
set to work.
|
|
Really, though, he didn't know why he bothered.
|
|
People - customers... gringos... whatever - they didn't come
|
|
to the El-Maceia for the cleanliness or for the decor. The only
|
|
thing that saved the club from looking like a complete pest-hole
|
|
was the fact that the lighting was usually kept low enough to
|
|
shroud the general shabbiness of the place in a forgiving
|
|
darkness. Likewise, they didn't come for the booze. Sure, they
|
|
served all kinds of alcohol at the El-Maceia, but so did lot's of
|
|
other places. And, if you didn't mind cheap Mexican beer, most
|
|
other places were less expensive too. No, they came for one
|
|
reason and one reason only: sex. Not only did the El-Maceia boast
|
|
an infamous whorehouse - with, incidentally, a large number of
|
|
white-skinned Americano girls from up north - but it also ran the
|
|
raunchiest live sex show in all of Mexico.
|
|
Or so said the rep.
|
|
On the well-lit stage, the club's newest act - a mother and
|
|
daughter team - performed the first of their three shows for the
|
|
evening. Only a week into their run, they were already a big hit;
|
|
particularly the daughter, with her curly blonde hair and bright
|
|
blue eyes.
|
|
Well... not so bright anymore.
|
|
The current part of the act featured the mother fucking her
|
|
daughter's ass with a large dildo. A man, their 'keeper', stood
|
|
behind her, whispering gringo words that most of the customers
|
|
didn't understand: "bitch... whore... slut." Whatever the words,
|
|
they seemed to drive the woman wild. (But, then, it was always
|
|
like that with the doctor's merchandise.) She groaned and panted
|
|
with lust as she drove the gigantic cock deep into her daughter's
|
|
asshole. The girl was obviously in a lot of pain - unlike the
|
|
mother, she wasn't being sexually aroused - but she had been
|
|
trained not to show it. She almost succeeded too, with her large,
|
|
fake smile and hoarse panting. The second show involved caning
|
|
and a display of lesbian action culminating in a long, hot
|
|
'sixty-nine'.
|
|
It was the last act, however, the one with the dogs that
|
|
really got the customers going. The keeper figured that these two
|
|
had a good six months in them before they would have to be
|
|
'retired' to a mining camp somewhere in the interior.
|
|
Six months of packed houses and satisfied customers.
|
|
The bartender - who also owned the club - smiled at the
|
|
thought.
|
|
Meanwhile, his new waitress was kneeling under a table,
|
|
sucking hungrily at a customer's cock. She was also quite new,
|
|
having arrived in the same shipment as the performers. It was her
|
|
job to prance about, naked except for high-heels and two shiny,
|
|
silver badges marked 'FBI' stuck permanently through her nipples
|
|
(She had arrived like that. No one believed that she was really a
|
|
member of the FBI, but everyone agreed that the badges looked
|
|
good, despite covering her nipples), from table to table, taking
|
|
orders and - when requested - sliding under the table to relieve
|
|
the customer's sexual excitement.
|
|
Unlike the two on stage, this one had put up a bit of a
|
|
struggle. It wasn't until after a couple of sessions with the
|
|
cane and one memorable night with the tailor's donkey that her
|
|
spirit finally broke. Now, with her shiny bright badges
|
|
glittering on her chest and vacant please-fuck-me bimbo-smile on
|
|
her face, she was a huge hit with the customers, usually
|
|
servicing a score of them nightly.
|
|
The bartender kept her chained naked at the foot of his bed
|
|
at night.
|
|
On stage, the act reached its climax, the mother screaming
|
|
out in uncontrollable ecstasy as her keeper said the magic word.
|
|
The club, packed as usual, erupted into a cacophony of applause
|
|
and catcalls, and the stage was showered with money. Still on her
|
|
knees, the waitress crossed to another table and started work on
|
|
another cock.
|
|
Another good night at the El-Maceia.
|
|
The bartender smiled again. And there were still two shows
|
|
to go...
|
|
|
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THE END
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=================================================================
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ENDING B
|
|
|
|
Nikki struggled to regain consciousness. She had managed to
|
|
twist her arm away so that most of whatever drug had been in the
|
|
needle had gone into the sleeve of her jacket, but the needle had
|
|
still broken skin, and enough of the drug had entered her
|
|
bloodstream to make her dizzy and confused. There was a distinct
|
|
blackness around the edge of her vision and she flirted with
|
|
unconsciousness, but somehow she stayed awake. Unwillingly, the
|
|
room wavered back into focus.
|
|
Or did it? Nikki could only blink her eyes in disbelief at
|
|
the sight which greeted her. Dr. Astor, naked under a white lab
|
|
coat which was bunched up around her waist, was straddling the
|
|
bound girl, brutally grinding her crotch into the girl's face.
|
|
Every time she bore down, the bands pulling the girl's breasts
|
|
upwards strained another few inches. Already, the poor girl's
|
|
nipples were being pulled out from a good two inches from the
|
|
breast.
|
|
Nikki lay there for a few more moments, gathering her
|
|
strength. As she focused on what was happening, and what she was
|
|
going to have to do, she found it easier to fight off the effects
|
|
of the drugs. She grew steadier and became aware of a shouting
|
|
in the examination room. It sounding like a girl screaming
|
|
something about... what, her mother?
|
|
It must be the Forbes!
|
|
Nikki gathered her strength and pulled herself to her feet.
|
|
In her weakened state, she was unable to be as stealthy as she
|
|
would have liked, but it didn't matter. The doctor was fully
|
|
occupied with her pleasures. She was playing with her own breasts
|
|
as she rode the poor girl's face, and her head was thrown back,
|
|
eyes open...
|
|
She never knew what hit her.
|
|
|
|
Slowly, impossibly, Michelle felt the pain ease off. Despite
|
|
being certain that this was just another trick of the doctors's,
|
|
she was unable to resist fanning the tiny spark of hope that
|
|
flickered in her heart. Please... It was true. Line by line; cuff
|
|
by cuff; hook by hook, she was slowly released from her bondage.
|
|
When she was finally free - FINALLY FREE!! - she was unable to do
|
|
anything except hug her rescuer and cry. The nightmare was over.
|
|
At least for her.
|
|
Nikki, who had left to check on the examination room,
|
|
returned, pale and shaking. Michelle didn't have to ask; she'd
|
|
seen the results of the doctor's work before. She could well
|
|
imagine the state Lisa and Anna Forbes were in.
|
|
Wordlessly, the two women stared at each other with bleak
|
|
expressions and then looked down at the floor where Dr. Astor lay
|
|
unconscious. How could a human being...
|
|
The phone rang.
|
|
Nikki walked over and picked it up. The person on the other
|
|
end - a man - spoke with a Mexican accent. When she realized what
|
|
the man was saying, she almost hung up the phone, but - as she
|
|
looked over the tortured form of Michelle Myers, and listened to
|
|
the screams of young Anna Forbes as her brainwashed mother
|
|
sexually abused her - an idea occurred to her. It wasn't legal;
|
|
it wasn't ethical; and it sure as hell wasn't professional.
|
|
But it was a good idea.
|
|
A slow smile spread across her face as she began talking...
|
|
|
|
|
|
EPILOGUE
|
|
|
|
The bartender gazed sadly at the long row of glasses that
|
|
needed wiping. Sighing to himself, he picked up a grimy towel and
|
|
set to work.
|
|
Really, though, he didn't know why he bothered.
|
|
People - customers... gringos... whatever - they didn't come
|
|
to the El-Maceia for the cleanliness or the decor. The only thing
|
|
that saved the club from looking like a complete pest-hole was
|
|
the fact that the lighting was usually kept low enough to shroud
|
|
the general shabbiness of the place in a forgiving darkness.
|
|
Likewise, they didn't come for the booze. Sure, they served all
|
|
kinds of alcohol at the El-Maceia, but so did lot's of other
|
|
places. And, if you didn't mind cheap Mexican beer, most other
|
|
places were cheaper too. No, they came for one reason and one
|
|
reason only: sex. Not only did the El-Maceia boast an infamous
|
|
whorehouse - with, incidentally, a large number of white-skinned
|
|
Americano girls from up north - but it also ran the raunchiest
|
|
live sex show in all of Mexico.
|
|
Or so said the rep.
|
|
On the well-lit stage, the club's newest act - a dog &
|
|
donkey show - entered its first performance of the evening. This
|
|
act represented his latest shipment from the US. It hadn't been
|
|
what he was expecting, but he had learned to make due with the
|
|
tools at hand. Even if those tools happened to be an old business
|
|
partner. Besides, he had always thought (privately) that the good
|
|
doctor would make an admirable addition to his stable, with her
|
|
thick brown hair and bright green eyes.
|
|
Well... not so bright anymore.
|
|
The current part of the "act" featured the woman - tall,
|
|
beautiful and white - entertaining a dog from the club's kennel.
|
|
The canine was a large german shepherd, nothing like the donkey
|
|
featured in the last show of the evening, but still decent enough
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entertainment to start the evening. Dr Astor - or, Jackie as she
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was known - was presently on all fours, using one of her hands
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to feed the dog's large cock into her pussy. It had taken a
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little while to get her to do that - actively participate - but
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it had been worth the effort. It was somehow much more
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humiliating when the "performers" assisted in their own
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degradation.
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Still no co-operation with the donkey, but that would come
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in time. Or not; it didn't really matter all that much. Jackie's
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'keeper' figured that she had a good six months in her before she
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would have to be 'retired' to a mining camp somewhere in the
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interior.
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Six months of packed houses and satisfied customers.
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The bartender - who also owned the club - smiled at the
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thought. Sure, there might be some difficulty in finding a new
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American "talent agent", but something would come up. There were
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always people willing to supply where there was a demand.
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On stage, the act reached its climax as the dog began to
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come inside the woman as she fucked back against him. As she had
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been trained to do, Jackie cried out in simulated ecstasy. The
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audience loved that. They went wild, erupting into a cacophony of
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applause and catcalls, and the stage was showered with money.
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Still on her knees, the woman panted and gasped for air as a
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thick wad of dog cum slid down the inside of her thigh.
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Another good night at the El-Maceia.
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The bartender smiled again. And there were still two shows
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to go...
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THE END
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As usual, I am interested in hearing what you think about
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the story. Write me and let me know.
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Cheers,
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--
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Thomas Baetzler, bath0011@fh-karlsruhe.de, thb@spectre.ka.sub.org
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Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain't that a big
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enough majority in any town? --- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"
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