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 Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 3

   Dr.  Stern settles in, and has a reunion with his accusers

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   Over the next few weeks Roger settled in to his new role at the clinic
in the country.  His main contact and handler was a man named Paulie. 
Paulie shared with Roger that his main work location was a gentlemen's club
called the Bachelor's Retreat, about 15 miles away in the nearest town.  He
was in charge of throwing out obnoxious drunks and troublemakers.  Roger
was given a cell phone and instructed to make no calls other than to
Paulie. Paulie would provide him everything he requested; books, food,
clothing, medical supplies, and even female companionship if Roger
requested it.

   The two-story farmhouse had a large room in the back that had been
converted to an exam room.  This is where Roger met his patients, which was
about 8 to 10 times a week.  The younger men who came to see him were very
muscular, with plenty of scars and bruises.  Most of their maladies were
leftover aches and pains from old injuries, knuckles that had been broken a
few times and healed badly, or nerve damage from knife wounds.  The older
men who came to see him were well-dressed but hard men, and powerful. 
Roger could see this by the way the men carried themselves, and by the
respect shown by the younger men.

   Once in a while dancing girls from the Bachelor's Retreat would be
brought to him for STD testing, pregnancy checks, or injury treatment after
getting roughed up by a customer.  Roger treated them with respect and
courtesy, but refused to fuck any of them while they were being treated,
even though they offered.  When he wanted female companionship he would ask
Paulie to bring a girl over, but never during a professional visit.  Roger
found it ironic that he could not bring himself to violate his professional
ethics even when only he knew it, although this was exactly the thing he
had been accused of by Mrs.  Akers.

   One night Roger had just finished fucking his favorite girl from the
club, a skinny black dancer named Tatyana Edwards.  He loved her flat tits,
and the contrast of his white cock fucking her brown pussy.  She was
licking his softening cock clean of their mixed fuck juices when Paulie
called on the cell phone.  "Get things ready, Doc, we got a guy hurt real
bad needs treatment.  We'll be there in twenty minutes."

   As Roger was getting things ready in the exam room, the backdoor opened
and Paulie brought in a man whose shirt was totally soaked in blood, the
result of three gunshot wounds.  The neck wound was superficial; a quick
cleanup, gauze and surgical tape took care of that.  The one on his upper
chest passed through without hitting any bones or vital organs, although
nerve damage to the arm would be unavoidable.  The bullet in the side had
passed through and not hit anything critical, but the exit wound had made a
hell of a mess on his lower back muscles.

   Roger knew better than to suggest they take him to an emergency room;
bullet wounds required a police report, something his employers did not
want.  As Roger lifted the anesthetic gas mask to his face, the wounded man
croaked, "Am I going to die, Doc?"

   "Sorry, my friend, not today," Roger replied as he turned on the
anesthetic gas and put the man under so he could begin to patch him up.

   Roger was having a cup of morning coffee on the screened-in front porch,
reading a newspaper.  He was surprised to see a panel van coming up the
driveway.  The van pulled to a stop and Paulie got out.  "Morning Paulie,"
Roger called out through the screen.  "This is a surprise, is everything
OK?"

   "It's all good, Doc." Paulie replied as he walked up to the porch, "No
business at hand, I'm just payin' you a social call today." The big man
pulled open the door, walked in, and sat down on a chair.  "Doc, ya done a
great job with that guy the other day.  Handled it real good.  Mr.  Amato
wants to thank you." He held up a DVD.  "Let's go inside and pop this in
the player, and I'll show you exactly how grateful we are."

   They went into the living room and Paulie loaded the DVD in the player.
The two men took a seat on the sofa in front of the big-screen TV.  "Lemme
explain a few things, Doc," Paulie began.  "Our organization is invested in
a lot of businesses, including your malpractice insurance company.  We
smelled a rat when those women filed that lawsuit, and a lot of important
people like Mr.  Amato were very unhappy when the insurance company paid
them off.  We took steps to make sure these two women would never file
another claim.  That's when we set things up to look like once they got the
money they run away together to some tropical paradise.  Instead, we took
them.  "

   "The Jap slut we grabbed on a side street just after she dropped her
kids off at school.  The big one we nabbed at a bar, she was easy, she
stopped into a bar for an after-work cocktail and one of the guys slipped
something in her drink.  Since then they've been living together in a real
shit-hole apartment, so to speak.  Let me show you." Paulie pressed the
"play" button, and the DVD came to life...

   Roger was stunned by what unfolded on the screen.  There were his two
accusers, naked and chained by the neck to the walls of a small cell.  The
last time he had seen them was in the lawyer's office wearing business
suits.  Now here they were, naked and filthy with matted hair, their bodies
covered with piss, shit and menstrual blood on their thighs.

   As the video continued, he saw them get pissed and shit on, eat gruel
from a tray, and get their asses hosed down.  He was especially shocked to
see the prim and proper Keiko being forced to suck cocks, and then forced
to eat Beverly's pussy.  The images shocked him, yet he was fascinated.  He
discovered he was actually getting an erection.  He had always thought his
nurse was attractive; seeing her helpless and naked made him really horny.
When the video ended, he turned to Paulie.  "Bring me Keiko," he said.