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   Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 25

   The new guests arrive; Keiko decides to teach Luisa how to break people;
Joan sees her chance and flees; Dr.  Stern has a reunion with Velvet to
humiliate her; Joan gets away from the farm; the shit cell gets new
occupants; Keiko's wedding gift arrives at the farm; Julia tortures Poo.

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

   It was 3am Sunday morning, and Roger had just finished patching up one
of the bouncers from the Bachelor's Retreat.  There had been a dust-up at
the club at closing time; the bouncer, Francisco, ended up with some facial
contusions and a few broken bones in his left hand while the trouble-making
patron ended up unconscious, bruised, bleeding and naked on a park bench on
the other side of town.

   Francisco had gotten dressed and was just about to leave when the
driveway bell rang once, announcing that someone was coming up the long
gravel lane that led to the farmhouse.  "Stay put while I check this out,
Doc," the big man instructed as he pulled a Glock .45 out of a shoulder
holster and stepped out into the darkness.

   In a minute, Francisco returned.  "It's OK, Doc", he said reassuringly.
"It's just Paulie."

   Paulie came in and shook hands with Roger.  A personal visit from
Roger's caretaker was rare, but not unusual.  "Hiya, Doc, putting in the
late hours again, I see.  You got a minute?"

   A few minutes later, the two men were sitting across from each other at
the table.  Paulie was explaining the reason for his visit.  "Mr.  Amato
hired this guy, he's called a `forensic accountant', see, and he's tracking
down the money from your settlement.  Turns out this guy Hank Akers had a
bunch of it in his accounts." Roger nodded.  It made sense that Beverly's
husband would get a piece of the action.

   "Well, here's where it gets interesting.  Along with his house and his
car, the dipshit signed the money over to the hooker Tiffany that he
married in Vegas.  Then she goes and gives a chunk of it to some
bottom-feeding loser she was fucking named Chad.  Mr.  Amato don't like the
idea that they stole from him and got away with it, so he had them brought
to you.  With the interesting stuff you're doing like that chick with no
arms, he figured you'd come up with a proper way to deal with them.  So I
got the two of them, the husband and wife, and their baby in the van
outside for you."

   Roger sat back.  "What about the Chad guy?" Paulie shook his head.

   "When they were acquired, Chad tried to fight it out.  Unfortunately, he
tried it with a guy named Emilio who's not the patient type, so ol' Chad
ended up with a bad case of lead poisoning.  So, where do you want `em?"

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

   Keiko lay in bed, Luisa snuggled up next to her and rubbing cocoa butter
onto the stretch marks now crossing her expanded belly.  At five and a half
months, the small woman's belly looked as if she'd swallowed a small
pumpkin.  It was becoming more difficult to get around, and her tender
nipples leaked more frequently.  She enjoyed having Luisa with her, and the
girl also seemed to enjoy caring for her, although her own pregnancy would
soon require similar attentions.

   Keiko lifted the girl's face to hers and kissed her.  "Over the next few
months it will be getting more difficult for me to handle any new girls, so
it's time for you to learn how to break them in."

   "Yes, Mistress," Luisa replied, worried that she would be learning how
to control people.  Velvet was loving and obedient for Luisa, but had
already been broken by Keiko.  Aware of her own gentle nature, Luisa was
anxious that she would not be strong enough to dominate as well as her
Japanese lover.

   "The first step is to isolate them, take away their sense of time and
completely remove all reference points.  You must redefine their limited
world to your commands." Keiko's hand caressed the curve of Luisa's breast,
her tracing finger making the nipple stiffen.

   "The second step is to use mind-clouding techniques like sleep
deprivation and semi-starvation, which makes them more malleable." Luisa,
getting a little excited now at the idea of controlling someone, bent her
head and began kissing the line of her Mistress's collarbone.  Her hand
slid down the baby mound, her fingers seeking out the garden of delights
between Keiko's legs.  Keiko closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure for a
moment, then gently lifted Luisa's hands away to regain her focus.

   "The third step is to administer harsh punishments such as using the
stun baton or the flogger, but inconsistently so there's always a threat of
physical harm.  This diminishes their ability to think critically and
independently, and makes them very compliant as you saw with Velvet.  Also,
make sure you mix in intermittent praise and rewards so they develop a
strong desire to please you." Keiko stopped, gasping as Luisa moved her
kisses up Keiko's neck, her tongue playing with her earlobe.

   "I don't know if I can punish them like you do, Mistress," she
whispered, rubbing her mound against Keiko's thigh, "I love to see the whip
in your hand and hear them cry out as you use it.  I don't know if I could
actually own someone, train my own slave to worship me and have them drink
my tea like you do.  Will you be there to guide me?  "

   Keiko shivered with delight, struggling to maintain concentration. 
"Yes, my pet, I will guide you.  You are mine, and this will be your
reward." Keiko placed a hot kiss on Luisa's bare shoulder, then continued.
"The last step is to begin an assault on their identity by giving them a
new name, and eliminating any point of reference from their old identity.
They will be branded, their nipples and pussy lips pierced; they will be
born anew as a slave."

   Luisa murmured softly between kisses, "But what about Velvet?  The
Master has not eliminated her identity."

   "Velvet is a very special case, my little love.  She was once Master's
wife, strong and independent, and the Master wants her to remember her
humanity so he can enjoy her suffering now that she's a mere animal, unable
even to control her own body wastes."

   The little Mexican girl moved her mouth over her Mistress's and
exchanged a deep kiss.  "Tell me Mistress, how was I broken?" Her hands
moved under Keiko's tender breasts, gently squeezing them so milk leaked
out of her dark areolas.  Her young tongue lapped at the wetness, and the
older woman shuddered in pleasure.  Her breathing became ragged.

   "There was...no need." She gasped as Luisa opened her mouth wide and
sucked a nipple in as far as she could, her tongue moving back and forth on
the sensitive tissue.  Keiko gasped as she spoke.  "You...were already
broken...you had lost everything...I knew you...were mine when...you came
into my bed on your own.  AAHHHHHHHH!" Keiko cried out in joy and arched
her back as Luisa's fingers found and penetrated her wet vaginal opening...

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

   Joan woke up, and was amazed to find the door to her room unlocked and
ajar.  It was dark out, so she could tell it was still quite early; she
knew she had to act quickly.  Taking the thin top sheet off the bed, she
tore a hole in the middle.  Although restricted by the posture collar, she
clumsily draped the sheet over her nakedness like a makeshift poncho.  She
pulled the door inward quietly, thanking her good fortune that the hinges
didn't squeak.

   Stepping carefully so she didn't lose her balance on her toeless feet,
she padded down the hall.  The bedroom doors were all closed.  As she
passed Jimmy's door she could hear the telltale grunts and groans of
fucking, so he would most likely be distracted for a while.  At the end of
the hall the exterior door was locked with a deadbolt, so she gently
unlocked it, only a light `snick' sound to give it away.  Turning the knob
ever so gently, she eased the exterior door open, slipped out, and eased it
shut again.  She smiled and took a deep breath of the cool morning air. 
Gingerly, she began to walk across the gravel driveway as fast as she could
without losing her balance.  The small sharp stones stung her sensitive
feet, but she was determined to get away.

   There were several vehicles in the driveway, but none had the keys in
them.  Slipping behind the barn so she couldn't be seen from the house, she
saw a cornfield.  It was late in the season and almost time for harvesting,
so the stalks were all taller than she was.  She darted out to escape
through the corn, but in her haste forgot about her toes and fell on her
face.  Undaunted, she crawled on her hands and knees into the corn, but the
sheet tangled and tore under her knees leaving her naked.  Smelling the
rich black dirt beneath her, she slowly regained her footing and began to
step gingerly down the uneven earth between the cornrows.  She was free!

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

   Roger sat on the padded chair in the living room, the warm morning sun
coming in through the windows.  He was dressed in a long white terrycloth
robe and slippers, and sipped at his mug of coffee as gazed at the beauty
sitting before him.

   Across from him Velvet sat naked on the stuffed sofa, the cushions soft
under her skin.  Luisa had cleaned her up, washing and combing out her long
red hair until it shone.  Velvet's pale skin glowed in the light.  She sat
unbound with her hands demurely clasped in her lap, a cup of coffee on the
table in front of her.  She hadn't had coffee in so long the smell was
almost overwhelming, but she dared not touch it, waiting instead for Roger
to give her permission to drink.

   "Please go ahead, I remember how much you loved your morning coffee.  I
prepared it myself.  Black with sugar, just like you like it."

   "Thank you Master." Velvet picked up the coffee and took a delicious
sip, inhaling the aroma and savoring the flavor.  As she sipped a drop fell
from her lips onto her chest, a brown splash on a white background.

   "This morning I want you to call me Roger, and you have permission to
speak freely.  Just like when we were married." Roger opened a small box
and took out a stack of photographs, spreading them out on the tabletop. 
They were pictures from their honeymoon, many of them of Melanie and Roger
kissing and laughing.  "I asked you here to do a little reminiscing.  It
seems so long ago we were married.  Do you miss being married to me?"
Velvet frowned sadly, and looked into the brown depths of her cup.

   "Yes, Roger," she replied.  "Looking back, I didn't appreciate what a
good husband you were."

   Roger moved to the sofa next to her, and put his arm around her.  "The
morning after our wedding night, I woke up first and for a few minutes just
looked at you while you slept, at that beautiful face." He caressed her
cheek, then leaned in and softly kissed her lips.  "I felt like the
luckiest man in the world to have you as my wife.  At that moment I loved
you so much thought my heart would burst."

   Tears formed in Velvet's eyes.  "Roger...I made a huge mistake.  I had
hoped you would give me a second chance."

   Roger scowled, anger crossing his face.  "It's obviously too late for
that, you stupid bitch.  Why do you think I asked Keiko to marry me in
front of you?  It was to deliberately crush you, so you could see you'd
been replaced.  Now you're nothing but a stupid animal to me now, a pony
cunt.  I'm going to destroy your memory eventually, but first I want you to
keep thinking about how you me once, but instead of loving me you helped
ruin my life."

   Velvet began to cry, and a large wet stain formed on the cushion as her
bladder emptied itself.  Shame overwhelmed her.

   "Yes, Roger", she replied meekly, "I am a stupid animal now."

   Roger roughly pushed her onto her back.  "Spread your legs, cunt," he
commanded, and she immediately obeyed.  He shrugged his robe off to reveal
his erection.

   "So tell me, Melanie, oh, sorry, I meant Velvet.  What do you think
about when you're tied up all day in the horse barn?  Patent filings? 
Sports cars?  Designer clothes?" He entered her roughly, and began fucking.
"Enjoy it now, because by the time I'm through with you, you'll have no
memory at all.  You'll just be a cunt with an empty head.  I've ordered a
nice low-voltage electroshock unit and it should be here next week."

   "Roger, please..." she began, but he quickly put his hand over her mouth
to silence her.

   "Shut up, cunt.  Address me as Master, the reunion's over - no more
talking." He continued to thrust into her, hard, fast and deep, finally
filling her pussy with his hot load.  Sliding off of her, he picked up his
robe and put it on again.  "Back to the barn with you."

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

   Joan sat at the edge of the cornfield right next to the highway, holding
what few scraps remained of her sheets over her head and shoulders to
protect herself from the sun.  Judging by the sun's position it was the
middle of the day, and the temperature was really climbing.  Hours had
passed, she couldn't tell how many, but she could feel the sunburn growing
on her face, back and shoulders.  Her lips were dried and cracked.  The
edges of the posture collar were rubbing her sunburned skin raw, making
every head movement torture.  She could tell she was dehydrated; her leg
muscles were cramping, and although she had peed in the field right after
her escape, it was several hours ago and she hadn't peed since.  She was
extremely thirsty and had a dry mouth, and she was so tired she felt like
lying down and falling asleep in between the rows of corn.  By now they
would have noticed her absence and would be searching for her.  She had to
keep going, had to save herself and her baby.

   She heard a faint noise in the distance, and it seemed to get louder. 
Squinting into the sun, she could see the source: a police car was coming
down the road.  Covering her tits and pussy with the remaining filthy
scraps of linen, she stepped out of the field to the side of the road where
the police could see her.

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

   Roger and Jimmy watched the two new guests in the shit cell on the
monitor.  Roger remembered Hank from the trial, but the other one, Tiffany,
he had never seen before.  They were both the same height, and with the
same color hair.  If you put a wig on him and dressed them alike, they'd
almost be twins', Roger mused to himself.  It was just the two of them, he
had given the baby to Julia to care for.  Tiffany had screamed and
struggled as the baby was taken away, right before she was stripped and put
into her collar.  Roger found he took an odd pleasure in that; it could
potentially be another form of psychological torture, although on second
thought Tiffany sounded more like a child, angry that her toy was being
taken away from her than a desperate mother.  Nonetheless, it certainly
warranted further experimentation.

   In the meantime, another idea began forming in Roger's mind.  He
remembered how when Beverly was captured they had tormented her with the
story of how her husband had screwed up his life.  This guy was a weak
sister, and Tiffany was a real bitch.  He turned to Jimmy.  "Bring Hank to
me."

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

   Roger, Keiko, and Luisa, watched as the 6 foot-long pine crate marked
"Fresh Fish" was unloaded in the equipment building.  Marcus and Bennie
stood it up on end, easing it slightly backwards against the wall so it
wouldn't fall over, then left.

   Roger primly kissed his wife on the lips, then handed her a small
crowbar.  "Your wedding gift, my love," he said.  Keiko responded by
reaching her arms up around his neck and pulling his lips to hers in a deep
and passionate kiss, rubbing her body against his cock as she did so. 
Unable to help himself, he reached one hand down the back of her sweatpants
and caressed her ass cheeks, while the other went up under her sweatshirt
and gently squeezed her swollen tits.  His palm became wet with her milk.

   After a final pelvic thrust against her Master's leg Keiko released him,
turning and placing the crowbar against the crack under the lip of the lid.
She started to pry it off, and the nails screeched in protest as she worked
them loose around the sides.  She was too short to reach the upper end of
the crate, so Roger helped her with the top nails.  Once that was loose,
she pulled the lid down to reveal her sister, Katsuko.

   The thin woman was naked, snugly wrapped mummy-like in industrial
cellophane and packed in tightly with foam pieces.  There were tubes from a
small tank feeding oxygen into her nostrils and a catheter tube draining
her bladder into a collection bag.  Her mouth was silenced by means of a
bright red ball gag.  There were eyeholes cut in the cellophane, and her
eyes were blinking from the sudden influx of light after two days in the
dark.  When she was able to focus and saw Keiko, her eyes became wide with
fright.  From between her legs, two black wires led to a battery box tucked
in at her feet.

   "Our associate in Japan made sure she was packed well," Roger said. 
"She was given an enema, then an egg vibrator was inserted up her ass and a
vibrating dildo placed in her pussy.  Each were programmed to turn off and
on at intermittent times to ensure she had constant stimulations of one
kind or another until the battery ran out of charge.  I'm sure she's had
very little sleep thanks to these toys."

   Using her fingernails, Keiko tore holes in the cellophane to reveal
Katsuko's nipples, then pulled and stretched them out as far as she could.
Exhausted from her captivity, the bound woman could only manage a weak
shriek from the pain.

   "Welcome back to America, my husband-stealing sister.  I could tell you
were always jealous of me and couldn't wait to get your claws in him, you
bitch!  I heard you tell him how I was a whore, that you'd be a better wife
than me.  You have no idea how devoted I was to him and the children.  Now
you will pay dearly for your lies.  You were less loyal than a dog, so
making you one would be an improvement!" With a sudden movement, she
viciously slapped Katsuko's face, then gestured sharply to Luisa.  "Take
this one away, and break her as I have instructed."

   Hesitatingly, the little brown girl began to unpack Katsuko.

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

   Julia sat in the bed looking in wonder at the baby boy Master had given
her to take care of.  His mouth was clamped onto her nipple and he sucked
voraciously, making loud gulping sounds as he nursed.  She was nearly 5
months along when her milk had started to come in.  Her lactation flow was
very light, but two days of his sucking had opened up the floodgates.  Now
she leaked constantly.  What few sweatshirts and tops she had were soaked
through with milk leakage.  Her own unborn baby seemed to sense
competition, and had become very active.  It often felt like a small fish
was swimming around inside of her.

   She looked across the room to where Poo sat tied to a chair, clothespins
clamped to her nipples.  Julia had started tying Poo up every time Jimmy
left, and took great joy in abusing her in small, unnoticeable ways.  Julia
couldn't stop Jimmy from fucking Poo, but she could remind the armless
bitch who it was that rescued her from the plaster.  There were nights when
Jimmy was drunk and wanted them both, and that's when Julia would beg him
to fuck her in the ass so Poo would be forced to clean the shit off his
cock with her mouth.  Other times, Julia would take a wooden spoon and beat
the bottoms of Poo's feet so she'd have to walk in pain for the rest of the
day.

   She looked at Poo and, seeing the envy in her eyes, laughed.  "Yes,
bitch, take a good look.  You'll never hold a baby.  You'll never have any
milk in those empty pancake tits of yours.  The Master will give you drugs
to keep you dry, then take your baby away and sell it." Tears formed in
Poo's eyes and ran down her cheeks.  She hung her head and sobbed
silently...