Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Dr. Stern's Menagerie - 5 Keiko is resurrected ************************ Keiko awoke slowly, not feeling the concrete floor but instead the long-forgotten feel of satin on her naked skin. She sat up, and as the cover fell away from her brown nipples she saw she was sitting naked in a low bed with gold satin sheets, wearing only a white silk loosely knotted around her neck. It was a small bedroom, and a bathroom door off to one side. There was a large glass of orange juice and toast on the nightstand, and in a state of shock she ate it, the flavor of the juice and buttered toast delightful on her tongue after living on gruel for what seemed like months. Instead of the horrid stench of feces, her nose caught the gentle scent of lilacs. She touched her hair and discovered it had been washed and brushed. She looked to her right and saw herself in a wall mirror. She got out of bed and stood in front of it. She was in shock odd seeing herself clean again. Her legs and armpits had been shaved, along with her pubic hair. Was she dreaming? She untied the scarf and saw that her neck was red and bruised from being choked. No, it was real. She loosely retied the scarf, noticing a folded notecard on her pillow. She opened it and began reading. It was in a handwriting she knew all too well - Dr. Stern's. "Dearest Keiko, all the time we worked together, I admired you, enjoyed looking at your pretty face, and loved your demure manner. I thought your husband to be a very lucky man to have such a woman. I had a lot of anger towards you and Mrs. Akers. But I found I could not kill you - you are too beautiful to die. You did very bad things, but you were manipulated. Because of this, I have decided instead of taking your life, you should repay me in a different way. You see I've cleaned the filth off of you with my own hands. As of this moment, you belong totally to me. You are no longer a woman, a wife or a mother. You're now my fuck slave. You will clean for me, cook for me, and give me your body whenever I desire it. You will be my nurse if I need you in the clinic. If you displease me, I will discipline you." Keiko looked at her image in the mirror again. Her skin was spotless, her hair shiny and full, free from the tangles and excrement she had grown accustomed to. She continued to read. "If you agree to all this, do nothing. Stand in front of the mirror and don't take your eyes off your reflection. If you do not agree, sit on the edge of the bed and close your eyes. It will be over quickly." Keiko stood immobile, gazing at her own body's reflection. She had lost weight during her imprisonment, so she was looking almost emaciated. Her small breasts were even smaller, but her dark nipples were still prominent. She vacillated for a moment, but then made her decision and stayed where she was. She heard a door open to the side, and in the mirror saw Roger walk up behind her. He was wearing an expensive black silk suit, white shirt and tie, and dress shoes. She felt him finger the material of the white silk scarf. "You will always wear this scarf as a reminder that you are mine to do with as I please, and I can end your life at any time. Understand?" "Yes, Doctor." His hands came around her and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently teasing the nipples to erectness. She moaned slightly. "Who do these luscious nipples belong to?" he asked. "You, Doctor." He knelt behind her, and shifted her legs open slightly so her pussy lips were accessible. His fingers danced on the outer lips, his index finger making a slow rotation around her clit. Using his middle finger, he gently parted her moist inner lips. He felt her shudder with pleasure. He spoke in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "And whose pussy is this? And whose womb is this?" "Y-y-yours, Doctor," she whimpered. She felt his lips tracing light kisses up her spine, then her shoulders, saw their reflections in the mirror. Her face was betraying the passion she now felt. She felt his fingers slip under the silk scarf and tighten it just a little. She shivered partly out of fear, partly out of passion. His lips were now at the side of her face, and gently kissed her cheek before whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to stop, slut? We can end this now if you'd like." He tightened the scarf a little more, and she drew in a breath of fear. "No Doctor, don't stop. I want to live, I want to belong to you," she pleaded. He let go of the scarf and turned her away from the mirror to face him. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her, lightly at first, then more passionately as his tongue slipped in between her lips. His hands were now on her flat breasts, gently fondling them. He whispered into her mouth as they kissed, "You were such a prim and proper woman when you were my nurse, the perfect wife and mother. You don't know how many times I wanted to trap you in the supply closet and take you right there on the floor like a cheap whore, especially when you were pregnant. You were so fucking hot." As his kisses increased in passion, his hands squeezed her tits tightly. She wrapped her arms around him and felt the silk of his suit sliding across her skin excited her even more. "Please, Doctor," she whispered. "Take me now. Take your cheap whore." Roger pulled away from her kisses and looked her in the eye. "Oh, I will," he whispered in an almost threatening tone. "From now on, Keiko, you belong to me totally. I will take you at any time, day or night, in any manner I wish. You will be completely obedient, do anything and everything I ask," he pulled slightly on the silk scarf again. "... or I promise I will finish what we started. Do you understand?" A thrill ran through her body, knowing he was now her master. "Yes, Doctor, I understand. I will obey." "Take my clothes off, slut, and fold them neatly." Keiko undressed him quickly and efficiently, deftly avoiding contact with his stiff dick. "Lay on the bed with your knees on the ground, and spread your ass cheeks with your hands." Keiko obeyed, the feel of the silk sheets against her nipples increasing her desire. She shivered again as she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her crack, and gasped when he entered her wet pussy with one quick thrust. Then, ever so slowly, he began to move in and out. Mad with passion now she wriggled under him, thrusting her hips back to spur him on. He reached under her and found her nipples, pinching and squeezing the sensitive little buttons as his thrusts picked up speed. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her, something she seldom had with her husband. Lust consumed her rational mind, and she lost control. The emotions from her lost family, her shame, the horror of imprisonment all came out at once and she began to weep hysterically, crying and wailing. "Aaaaaaaah! Fuck me you bastard!" she screamed, "fuck your dirty slut hard! Don't stop, please don't stop, don't make me beg! I surrendered, now give me what I deserve!" Roger's orgasm came fast and hard, his cum coating her vagina and bathing her cervix with its hot fertile seed. Out of control as he came, repeatedly roaring "You're mine! You're mine! You're mine!" She responded with animal screams of her own, thrusting back against him, not wanting him to stop. He kept pumping and pumping even after his balls had emptied themselves, finally stopping from pure exhaustion, collapsing on top of her tiny body, the sweat from both of them making their skin slippery. They lay there, both breathing hard. Roger noticed he still had a partial erection. Pulling it out of her sopping cunt, he rubbed it over her throbbing pink asshole, then pushed the head of it into her ass. Keiko gave out a squeal, but thrust back against him, moving it another inch deeper. Under this anal onslaught, Roger felt himself harden again, his firmness allowing him to penetrate even more. Keiko wailed in pain but it hurt so good! She moved farther back against him, impaling herself even deeper. When he was in as deep as he could go, he held her hips so she was stuck in this position. "Finger fuck your own pussy," Roger ordered, and he felt movement under his balls, tiny fingers obediently manipulating her clit. "I want you to come for me." The fingers moved faster and faster, and soon Keiko was shrieking as her body suddenly stiffened, another intense orgasm sweeping over her with Roger's dick firmly implanted in her rectum. He pulled of her asshole and rolled her onto her back. She was still recovering from her orgasm, her breath ragged and her chest heaving. Spreading her legs wide, he moved down and covered her labia with tiny kisses, then used his tongue to tease her clit. Her legs began to shake with excitement. "Whose pussy is this?" he asked. "Yours, Doctor," she replied. "All yours. You are my owner and my master." He moved up over her body, lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. "Good." They fell asleep then, but Keiko was awakened in the early morning hours by Roger spreading her legs and taking her pussy, still juicy from the previous fuck session. Collapsing again after he deposited his seed, they fell asleep with him spooning her from behind still hard inside of her. Keiko awoke in Roger's arms the next morning, gently untangled herself from his grasp, went to the bathroom to pee and take a shower to clean up the copious amounts of cum running down the inside of her thighs. After living so long in filth, it took her scrubbing herself three times before she felt adequately clean. Thinking of her Master, she made sure her pussy and asshole were especially clean. As she was rinsing off, the shower curtain was pulled back and a naked Roger came in. Turning the water off, he gently turned her and pressed her back against the shower wall, his hands pinning her by her upper arms. He pressed his body against hers, his erection like warm steel against her belly. She automatically turned her face down in deference to him. "Look at me, Keiko." She looked up and he kissed her deeply. Her arousal made her shiver. "I woke up and you were gone." "I'm sorry Master." It didn't seem right to call him "Doctor" any longer. He was her Master. "I was coming back to bed; I only wanted to cleanse myself to please you when you awoke." He took her chin into one hand and looked at her, speaking sternly. "That is not for you to say. I will decide what pleases me and what doesn't. There will be punishment later for that. Also, in your heat last night you called me a bastard." Keiko's eyes got wide as she recalled what she had done. "Please forgive me, Master, I will never do it again." "I rather liked it, actually. You were so passionate while fucking that you lost the ability to think rationally. As my fuck slave this is how I want you to be. There will be no punishment for that." "Thank you, Master." His hands had moved over her breasts now, and were caressing the nipples with his thumbs. Keiko gasped with pleasure. He lowered his face to her neck began kissing her lightly, whispering between butterfly kisses. "I love your tits." He knelt on the floor, the big brown nipples just at his mouth level. He took one into his mouth, softly sucked on it, then switched to the other. "Thank you Master, for praising these small prunes." He moved his mouth under her left breast and nipped her, and she gave a short squeal. Then he began kissing his way down her belly, his tongue touching her stretch marks. "Never contradict me, Keiko. I am always right. Your body is beautiful. Now you say it." "My...my body is beautiful." As he continued to kiss his way down to her mons, he moved his hands in between her knees and spread them just slightly so her slit was accessible. He reached the top of it and slid the tip of his tongue in, making contact with her clit. Keiko shuddered with pleasure. "Say it again." His fingers gently spread her outer lips, his tongue now bathing the inner ones. Her eyes closed in rapture, her breathing more ragged, she gasped, "Yes, Master, my body is beautiful!" In one smooth motion he stood up and lifted her by the buttocks, pressing her against the shower wall, her feet dangling. He lowered her onto his hardness, her moist pussy easily accepting it as she locked her ankles behind his back. Desperately she sought his mouth with hers; their tongues intertwined as he began fucking her with small strokes. In this position her clit was receiving maximum contact; she felt an intense orgasm rising already. In moments she was screaming her pleasure as the first wave hit. Impaled on his cock, her body shook like she was being electrocuted when she came. Roger didn't speed up, but shifted his position so he could leverage into her with longer strokes. Keiko's orgasm wasn't stopping, merely receding a bit before the intensity hit her again. When her third wave hit, Roger groaned and thrust into her as hard as he could, then stuck there as his balls emptied into her. As her orgasm waned, Keiko began to cry into Roger's shoulder. "I love you, Master," she whispered, "I promise I'll be yours forever. I wish I had been yours long before all the bad things happened." He said nothing, just held her to him and kissed her tear stained cheeks. His erection finally softened and his cock slipped out of her. Their juices poured out of her upright pussy and down the insides of his thighs as he carried the now-exhausted woman out of the shower and laid her on the bed. "Sleep Keiko," he said as he covered her in the satin sheets, and obediently she closed her eyes. "I'll have a surprise for you when you wake up."