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 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story of Dr.  Stern was to have been a short saga,
maybe 10 chapters long maximum.  As I was writing, I got a nice email about
the story from a reader, BDSM Pup.  I welcomed his suggestions and he made
some excellent ones, as well as proofreading for me - as we corresponded
further, the story has become a full-on collaboration between the two of
us; and that has resulted in this saga coming out even better than I had
hoped.  - QPQ



   Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 24

   As she plans her escape, Jane is no longer alone; the lawyer who sued
Dr. Stern finds betrayed by her boss; the Yakuza takes Keiko's sister
Katsuko by surprise; FBI Agent Lisha Apeloko gets a call about a
disappearance; Mr.  Amato lets Dr.  Stern know he'll be having more guests;
Luisa consoles a sick Velvet and finds out who she really is; Agent Apeloko
notices some strange coincidences; Katsuko unwillingly arrives back in the
US; Amy McCabe is invited to the farm to pamper the residents; Jimmy and
Julia reconcile as Poo is put in her place.

   **************************

   Joan slowly got out of bed, her tender feet gingerly touching the floor.
This was similar to marathon training, it was a discipline; every morning
she would get up early to practice walking around, learning her new gait.
However, moving around had gotten more difficult since Dr.  Stern had put a
5" posture collar on her that forced her to keep her chin up and head back.
It had a D-ring in the front so he could put a leash on her; she had tried
to take it off, but it was secured by a locking buckle at the back.

   As she moved, the new rings hanging from her outer labia clinked lightly
as they touched, making it difficult to move in silence.  She'd have to
find a way to bind them when she tried to escape, otherwise people would
hear her.

   Her recently-pierced nipples and pussy lips were sore and tender, along
with the new brand on her leg.  The pain had eased somewhat; it was now no
worse than a bad sprain.  Joan had screamed and cried when the long-haired
man had pierced her tender parts and branded her, but that was a moment of
weakness.  She was determined not to show any more reactions to pain,
especially not to the little Japanese bitch Keiko.  She was supposedly a
nurse, but she was not gentle in her examinations, and often made Jane
drink horrible tasting tea.  The one time Joan tried to refuse the tea
Keiko shoved a funnel into her mouth and forced her to drink it.

   What really concerned her was she had lost track of time and couldn't
recall how long ago she had her last period.  She was occasionally
nauseous, had frequent headaches, her breasts were tender, and she had
started getting lower backaches.  Each day Dr.  Stern would come in to her
room and have her lie on her bed, her neck brace attached by a short chain
to the headboard to limit her movements.  He would unwrap the bandages on
her feet, examining the stitches where he had amputated her toes.  Then he
would gag her, roll her over and force himself inside her.  He seemed to
take pleasure in her gagged cries as she struggled beneath him, as it
incited him to fuck her more roughly.  "Beg me to stop," he'd say, but she
had resolved not to give in any more.  Now she would deliberately lie
still, making as little noise as possible while he released his hot fluid
into her.

   No matter if she resisted or not, being fucked regularly without birth
control had produced the inevitable result.  Her period never came, so when
the time came to attempt her escape, she wouldn't be alone.  She'd have a
companion in her belly.

   *************************

   Shruti Nair walked out of the partner's conference room on the fifth
floor of Farhkori, Chu, & Hosseini, a smug look on her face.  She had just
gotten another out-of-court settlement signed, this one for $15 million, of
which $6 million went right into the firm's pocket.  Shruti was the best in
the firm when it came to maximizing settlements while avoiding trials.

   Born in Bangalore, India, Shruti was the privileged daughter of a
wealthy CEO.  Her aggressiveness was nurtured in her by her father, who
declared the family motto to be "Apna kam banta, bhaad mein jaye janta"
("Only personal gains matter").  Her intelligence and intensity were
complemented by her looks.  5'4" and 110 pounds with 36" C-cup breasts,
deep hazel eyes, long black hair and flawless dark brown skin, many times a
male opposing counsel would make the mistake of underestimating her because
of her perfect appearance.

   As she walked down the hall one of the firm's founders, Hatim Hosseini,
called her into his office.  "Please Shruti, have a seat," he said,
gesturing at one of the leather chairs in front of his desk as he sat down.
She sat impatiently, her butt just on the edge of the seat, anxious to
leave.  Hatim was an old man, and she didn't have the time or patience for
old men.

   "What is it, Mr.  Hosseini?  Is there something I can do for you?" Her
tone was cordial, even though her words were insincere, a skill her father
taught her.  Behind her, she barely heard the automated doors to his office
close.  Hosseini was so paranoid his office was soundproofed, the doors 3
inches thick.

   "I have a bit of a problem, Counselor, and it involves you.  Recently I
lost a significant amount of money gambling in Las Vegas.  The men who I
owe this money demanded payment in the form of partial ownership in the
firm.  This caused me no small amount of pain, as I don't quite know how I
would explain it to my partners.  But as I tried to reason with them, they
offered me an alternative.  It involves you."

   Shruti sat back in her chair, surprised.  "Me!  What do I have to do
with gambling?"

   Hosseini waved his hand in the air.  "Gambling?  Nothing.  What my
debtors asked for as an alternative was half the amount I owed, which I
paid in cash, and you.  These two gentlemen have come today to collect
you." Wearing black suits, black leather shoes, silk shirts, and ties,
Marcus & Bennie entered the office from a side door.

   Shruti was wide-eyed, her voice nearly screaming.  "Me!?!?  What do they
want with me?"

   "Apparently sometime within the last year you used those amazing legal
skills of yours on an innocent man, a Dr.  Roger Stern.  You nailed his
insurance company for a lot of money.  However, it so happens his insurance
company is owned by the men that these two gentlemen work for.  They
weren't happy, so as Shakespeare would say, they are here to collect their
pound of brown flesh.  Goodbye, Ms.  Nair.  I'll tell the firm that after
your latest victory you decided to retire." Suddenly a large hand clamped a
chloroformed rag over her mouth, and after a short but futile struggle, the
Indian woman went limp.

   Hosseini pushed a button on his desk, and the door to a secret elevator
slid open.  "This will take you straight down to the to the parking garage,
but before you go, boys, could you do me a favor?" the old man asked.  A
lecherous grin crossed his face.

   Marcus replied quickly.  "Sure, Mr.  Hosseini, if it don't take too
long. Whattaya need?"

   Hosseini leaned forward.  "Take off her blouse and show me her tits. 
Are they real?"

   Bennie ripped the silk blouse open, then used his pocket knife to remove
her bra.  He grasped each substantial tit and squeezed, testing their
consistency.  "Sure feel real to me, Mr.  Hosseini."

   The old man laughed loudly and clapped his hands.  "Hot DAMN!  Wait `til
I tell Farhkori and Chu they each owe me $5!"

   ******************************

   Akiro Nishimura sat in his big leather chair listening to his senior
advisor (saiko komon).  A newly appointed family boss, (oyabun) his recent
actions in America had earned him the promotion when the old boss retired.
Thanks to the efforts of the American physician Dr.  Stern, the long sword
cut across his abdomen earned him much honor instead of taking his life.

   Akiro's cell phone rang.  He picked it up, and listened to the voice
speaking English on the other end.  He said nothing, just listened, then
grunted a one-word answer hung up.  He turned to his first lieutenant
(wakagashira), gave a few orders, and then turned back to his senior
advisor.

   Across town, Katsuko Gomi tied up her long black hair as she entered the
public bathhouse.  Her period had ended the day before, and she was happy
to get back to her tub routine.  She needed to get out of the house to be
by herself for a couple of hours.  Her husband had been criticizing her all
week, and the children, 3-year-old Akemi and 2-year-old Haruki, had been
crying and fussing all day.  Akemi and Haruki were Tashiro's children by
his ex-wife, her older sister; Katsuko longed for her own baby but despite
everything she tried, she had not yet gotten pregnant.

   Katsuko removed her shoes, placing them in a shoe locker.  Paying the
attendant the fee, she obtained a key for a locker to put her personal
effects in.  After washing her body and rinsing in the cleansing area, she
entered the tub slowly to allow herself the time to allow her body to
adjust to the 104-degree temperature.  She placed her towel off to the side
of the tub, courteously smiling and greeting the other two women already
there.

   After about 20 minutes, she got out of the tub, picked up her towel, and
headed for the locker room.  Now dressed, the two women who had been in the
tub earlier stood blocking her path.  "We are sorry, but there has been a
chlorine spill in the locker room," they told her.  Katsuko caught the
faint scent of chlorine, and nodded.  "Give us your key, and we will have
the attendant bring you your possessions when it is safe.  Please use the
overflow locker room here for now, there are spare clothes you can wear."

   They directed Katsuko to another door she had always thought was a
closet, and she went inside.  She was confused; this wasn't a locker room,
this was an office.  A large crate about 6 feet long lay open in the
corner. Suddenly, strong arms enveloped her and a cloth was stuffed in her
mouth.  She tried to struggle, but she felt a hypodermic needle pierce her
arm, then all went dark.

   ******************************

   FBI Agent Lisha Apeloko was the first-born child of Nigerian parents who
had immigrated to the US in the 80's.  A graduate of University of
Maryland's Department of Criminology and Criminal Justice, she was
recruited by the FBI as part of their diversity initiatives.  She was stuck
on office duty for a couple of days until her partner Todd Borland was
released from the hospital after taking a spill off his bicycle during the
local amateur triathlon.

   She had just hung up the phone after receiving a call from her college
roommate's father.  Srinivas Nair was the wealthy CEO of a global tech
company, and apparently his daughter Shruti had disappeared after telling
her employers she was resigning.  She wasn't answering her cell phone, and
friends said she did not appear to be at home.  He was very concerned, and
was wondering if Lisha, as her good friend, would make some inquiries.

   ************************

   Roger got a call from Mr.  Amato.  "Hey Doc, just a heads up - I have
two and a half more coming your way - two adults and an infant.  My
computer whiz tracked down some of my organization's money from your
settlement.  It seems that the ex-husband of one of your accusers was
sitting on a big chunk of it, and his new wife was spending it like crazy.
We can't have them out there thinking they got away with something, now can
we?  You can expect them in two days, and may dispense with them as you see
fit.  I just ask that I never hear about them again, understood?"

   Roger stood there, stunned.  Mr.  Amato had been his benefactor when he
was at his lowest point, so it only seemed fair that he accommodate his
wishes.  "Sure thing, Mr.  Amato." At that, his boss hung up.  Roger began
to speculate that if it got much more crowded on the farm, they'd need to
relocate to bigger place.  He'd have to have a chat with Bennie and Marcus
about that.

   ************************

   Luisa turned on the lights in the horse barn, but did not hear the usual
shuffling; instead she was met with silence.  "Velvet," she called out
softly, "are you OK?" She walked into the stall to find Velvet laying on
her side, eyes closed and breathing shallowly.  The hay next to her head
was covered in vomit.  The hay under her bottom was wet and soiled.

   Luisa quickly removed Velvet's tack, bridle and bit.  Laying the larger
woman on her back, she grabbed a nearby canteen and lifted her pony's head,
holding it to her lips and pouring a little water in her mouth.  Velvet
drank a bit, then opened her eyes and lovingly gazed at Luisa.

   "I don't feel well," she whispered, then closed her eyes again.

   Luisa sat and cradled Velvet in her arms, gently rocking her.  "What do
you think is wrong, bella amante?" she asked, tenderly kissing her
forehead.

   "I think it might be morning sickness," she said quietly.  "I might be
pregnant." Luisa's hand drifted down and caressed Velvet's belly, then
across her nipple rings.

   "You'll be a good mother, I know you will." Velvet shifted onto her
side, facing her caretaker.  Tears began running down her cheeks.

   "No, he won't let me.  I'm just a breeding mare to him now.  He'll take
the baby from me when it's born, and as I keep getting pregnant, he'll take
those babies too.  He wants to punish me."

   "Oh, no, mi amor, whatever could you have done to make him hate you?"
Luisa's hand drifted down to Velvet's pussy, where the new rings clinked
softly as they were caressed.  Velvet shuddered slightly, half from
pleasure and half from the horrible memory of being pierced and branded.

   Velvet put her arms around her pregnant lover and held her close.  "You
only know me as Velvet.  You don't know who I was.  I used to be his wife,
Melanie." Luisa's eyes widened with surprise.

   "I know it's hard to believe, but I was a patent attorney.  We'd been
married 6 years, but with my career I had no time for children.  When he
got accused of molestation, I left him.  We divorced, and he never forgave
me.  One day someone kidnapped me and brought me here.  His little whore
Keiko tortured me until I broke down and she turned me into a horse." She
stopped speaking, her lower body rigid for a moment as she spread her legs
and liquid waste squirted out of her asshole onto the straw.  "I can't even
control my own bowels and bladder anymore," she said, barely holding back a
sob.  "The bitch trained me not to.  I can't take care of myself, how would
I care for my baby?"

   ************************

   Lisha had been at the computer all day, diligently searching law
enforcement databases for some kind of clue as to Shruti's whereabouts. 
Her concentration began to drift, and a distant memory from college popped
into her head.  It was a memory of being between those legs one Friday
afternoon after class, lapping at that luscious dark pussy.  When she
looked up she shivered at the sight of Shruti's head back, eyes closed in
ecstasy and her face and naked breasts bathed in the afternoon sun coming
through the bedroom window.  Her lover's long black hair shined in the
light, and her light brown skin glowed.  Although it was not part of the
arrangement, that was the moment Lisha fell in love.  Afterwards as they
lay together Lisha whispered to Shruti how she wished that moment would
never end, that they could stay together forever.

   Shruti giggled and kissed Lisha's nose.  "You are such a romantic at
heart," she replied, "whatever am I to do with you?"

   Lisha's reverie was interrupted as her eye caught a name on the screen
in front of her: Dr.  Roger Stern.  Shruti had been the main attorney in a
lawsuit against the Doctor not more than 6 months back, and the case was
settled out of court.  When she searched on the two plaintiffs, it seemed
they had been reported missing; the evidence suggested they left their
respective husbands and had run away together.  It got weirder when Lisha
discovered Dr.  Stern's ex-wife had been reported missing last month.  When
the police went to question Dr.  Stern, his practice had been sold and,
like the others, he had disappeared without a trace.

   Just then Lisha got a call about a kidnapping in the area.  A guy got
shot in the park, but it looked like it was part of a kidnapping.  The
witness said after the man was shot, the couple and their baby were hustled
into an old red van at gunpoint and driven away.  The dead guy was a
two-bit hustler from Vegas, but the other three were locals.  As he was
being pulled into the van, the husband apparently dropped his wallet.  The
driver's license said the husband's name was Hank Akers.  A bell went off
in her head as she recalled one of Shruti's clients was Beverly Akers, and
her husbands name was...Hank!

   At first glance, it looked like six people possibly connected to this
lawsuit had disappeared.  Everything Lisha looked at told her these were no
mere coincidences!  Picking up the phone, she called for an appointment
with Shruti's former boss Hatim Farhkori, Sr.  Partner at Farhkori, Chu, &
Hosseini, LLC.  She wanted to warn them if the lawsuit was the cause,
others in their firm might be in danger as well.

   ******************************

   The crate being unloaded from the small cargo jet was 6 feet long by 2
feet wide by 1 foot deep.  "FRESH FISH - Imported from Japan" was painted
on the side of it.  The longshoreman guided the crate down onto the back of
the delivery truck, the last item on a load waiting to be shipped to the
finest sushi restaurants in America.  As he got the crate secured in place,
he heard a soft "thump" come from inside of it.  "Holy shit," he exclaimed
out loud, "That IS fresh!"

   Inside the crate, a semi-conscious Katsuko was wriggling again.  She had
been bound with a vibrator in her pussy and another vibrating egg in her
ass; these were attached to an electronic control box that activated them
at random times, serving to keep one or both of her orifices stimulated. 
The constant stimulation combined with the shock of her abduction was
taking a toll, and she could feel her sanity slowly slipping away.

   ******************************

   Amy McCabe was a small woman, 5'4"and petite, with small breasts, thin
legs, and shoulder-length light brown hair.  She was not pretty in a
glamorous sense, but her girl-next-door face was pleasant, and usually
always wearing a happy smile.  She was in quite a good mood as she drove up
the driveway, the gravel crunching under the wheels of her converted
Winnebago RV.  It had been used for camping, but now it was a mobile beauty
parlor.  She got a great deal on it, and bought the beauty parlor chair and
sink at a going-out-of-business sale.  After clearing out the passenger
chairs and table between the driver's area and the bedroom in the back,
Brandon her plumber/handyman boyfriend installed her new equipment.  In
exchange for a haircut, an artist friend has designed playful graphics for
the side declaring the Winnebago a "Rejuvenation Vehicle" for busy ladies.

   Amy had gotten a call from a Dr.  Stern, asking her to come out to his
rural shelter for abused, homeless and otherwise disturbed women.  He
explained that the residents there all had various mental and physical
challenges; he would pay her handsomely to spend a few hours making these
ladies' lives a little happier.  Having been through some very rough times
herself, without even agreeing on a price Amy was immediately sympathetic
and agreed.  She was quite pleased when Doctor Stern finally mentioned how
generously he would pay for these services.

   Before she left late that morning, she had taken a moment to wake
Brandon with a fantastic blowjob.  As she wiped the cum from her chin
afterwards, she explained to him that she couldn't tell him where she was
going, only that she would be getting paid very well for helping out some
underprivileged and handicapped women.

   Brandon chuckled, and quickly gave her a kiss on her slightly-spermy
lips.  "Do they know about YOUR handicap, my lovely one?" he asked, his
voice low and sexy.  Amy giggled, and got up to straighten her clothes and
brush her hair.

   "YOU don't seem to think it's a handicap, Mr.  Plumber's Crack," she
sassily shot back, wiggling her tight-jeans covered ass at him.  He smiled
and reached over and ran one of his huge hands over her crotch before she
playfully slapped him away.  "You just got your cock sucked, pervert, now
leave me be or you'll make me late."

   He spun her around and kissed her, but she pushed him away as his hands
began to roam over her breasts.  "I mean it Brandon, you stop or I'll make
you go register as a sex offender!"

   He sighed and kissed her on top of the forehead.  "It's not my fault
you're so adorable," he rumbled.  "Promise me you'll be safe.  Do you want
me to come with you?"

   She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "It
will be OK, sweetie, I have a feeling it's a safe place.  I'll miss you,
and I'll be back in your bed soon enough."

   "Hey, I just had an idea," he whispered into her ear.  "Maybe you could
bring one of those women when you come back.  They always say, `crazy in
the head, crazy in the bed!'"

   He ran from the room to avoid the shoe she threw at him.

   **********************************

   Julia moved underneath Jimmy, gasping with pleasure as he fucked her. 
Her 3-fingered hands clung to him, pulling him in, urging him on.  She
lifted her breasts up, and he bent his neck so his mouth could reach her
swollen nipples and began to lightly chew them.  Coming instantly at the
stimulation, she stiffened for a moment until her orgasm crashed, then
began panting as another one rolled in to take its place.

   By the time Jimmy groaned and emptied his balls into her, Julia had come
three times.  He lowered himself onto his side so he wouldn't crush the
baby in her, and pulled her next to him.

   "Oh, Jimmy," she said, her breathing still ragged, "You feel so good."
She pulled one of her hands to his mouth and kissed it.  "I love you,
Jimmy. I'm sorry I got so mad."

   "You don't need to be jealous, Julia," he said quietly, "...and you
don;t need to have your arms removed.  You're my number one girl." He held
up her left hand, where a ring sat on her remaining middle finger, since
her pinky and ring fingers had been removed.  Jimmy gestured across the
room to where Poo sat tied up naked in a chair, forced to watch.  "Sure I
fuck this one, but she don't mean what you mean to me." He kissed the back
of her neck, the skin slick with perspiration.  "I'm a guy who likes to
fuck, OK?  I've never had a girl who loved me, they've usually been working
girls who just loved my money.  You take some getting used to is all."