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 Dr.  Stern's Menagerie - 8

   Beverly's reunion with Keiko is a nightmare

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   Keiko's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Roger, fully dressed and
sitting on the bed next to her.  "Master!" she exclaimed.  Taking his hand,
she kissed it, then slid it under the sheets to touch her nipples.  With
her other hand she reached up to unbutton his shirt.  "Please," she
whispered, "Please.  Take me, Master."

   Roger gently took her hands and put them on the bed.  "Keiko," he began,
"it's time for the special surprise I promised you.  I need you to get up
and put your robe on..."

   Keiko threw back the silk sheets, shamelessly writhing as she offered up
her lithe naked body.  "Please Master, me so horrrrny, me fucky sucky
beaucoup, love you lonnnng time," she whispered, imitating a Vietnamese
whore.  She arched her back and began to rub her pussy.

   "Keiko, I said get dressed..." With snake-like quickness, her arms
slipped around his neck and she kissed him deeply.

   "Please, Master," she begged.  "Your slut wants to please you." As if
they had a mind of their own, his hands found her breasts and began to
squeeze them.  "Yesssss," she hissed, "take your whore, Master.  Take my
mouth, take my ass, take my pussy." Catching the scent of her wetness,
Roger groaned and lost control.  In a few efficient moves his pants were
off and his erection stuck out.  Throwing a couple of pillows in the middle
of the bed, he rolled her body over them so her wet pussy and ass were
sticking up, then jammed his cock into her wet baby hole.  She gasped as he
began fucking her roughly, but urged him on, pushing back against him.

   She began to plead rapidly in an innocent voice, "Oh, Doctor, no! 
Please stop!  I'm a married woman!  You can't do this!  What if I get
pregnant?  Please, no more!  What do I tell my husband when I have your
white baby?  And how can I tell him his little cock can't satisfy me?  You
must stop, please!  Noooooooo!"

   Keiko's fantasy ravings had the desired effect; Roger's hands were
clutching her tits hard and his hips were furiously pumping her like a
pile-driver.  Keiko's ramblings then switched gears.  "Yes, Master, fill me
up!  Come so hard in my pussy that I can taste it on my tongue!  Fuck me so
hard my ancestors feel it!  Yessss!"

   With a last groan, Roger's climax squirted hot sperm deep in her pussy;
shuddering from the intensity of his release, he lowered himself on top of
her.  "Did I please you, Master?" she asked, her breathing rough from
exertion as she lay beneath him.

   "You hot little bitch," he whispered, smiling, "yes, you pleased me very
much.  I may have to punish you later for doing too good of a job.  Now
you're going to get up and dress exactly as I say you can enjoy your
surprise."

   Keiko followed Roger out of the farmhouse and over to the large
outbuilding where the tractors were stored.  Per his instructions, she was
clad in a white robe with red chrysanthemum flowers and fiery red patent
leather shoes with 5" heels with and 3 1/2 inch platforms in front.  As
always, her white silk scarf was around her neck.

   Roger entered the building through a side door, and she followed.  The
building had a metal beam that ran the length of it, with a movable winch
on top.  At the end of the winch's cable was Keiko's surprise.

   Beverly was standing upright, gagged and blindfolded with her hands tied
behind her.  The base of her tits were wrapped with several turns of rope
that made them puff up like a pair of overly-full reddish-purple balloons,
ready to pop.  The ropes wrapping her tits were threaded through a
carabiner, which in turn hooked onto a quick-attach anchor on the end of
the slightly taut winch cable.  Her feet were spread wide apart with a
spreader bar attached at each ankle.

   There was a metal table beside the hanging woman covered with a cloth.
Roger pulled off the cloth, revealing a variety of paddles, whips,
switches, riding crops, metal clips and a vicious-looking leather flogger
with braided tails.  When Beverly saw them her eyes got wide and she began
Beverly was shaking her head no, making pleading noises beneath the gag. 
Roger took a remote control out of his pocket and hit a button; the winch
whined for a second and the cable became taut, pulling her tits up just
enough so she had to stand on her tiptoes.  Her pleading now turned to
whimpers of pain.

   He rotated Beverly around so Keiko could see the black tube with a bulb
on the end coming out from between the woman's ass cheeks.  "To prepare her
for punishment, I pumped a full bottle of wine in her rectum, which
absorbed the alcohol and got her good and drunk; then I put 4 another
quarts of warm water in her, so the bitch has quite a gut full.  See how
distended her stomach is?  The nozzle is inflated on the inside of her
sphincter, so it won't come out without turning the release valve." He gave
the bulb a couple of squeezes to inflate it further, and Beverly shrieked.
"Between hanging by her tits and her intestines full of fluid, I'm sure
it's quite uncomfortable.  Would you agree, Beverly?"

   Beverly squeaked in drunken pain, tears running down her face.

   "With her tits bound so tightly the nerves are highly sensitive.  Any
contact will feel like a touch of fire." Roger looked at the stunned Keiko,
kissing her gently on the lips.  "Keiko, this is the woman who lied to you,
lured you in and robbed you of your fair share while ruining my life.  When
you were locked up in that stinking shithole, this is the woman who took
most of the food, beat you, made you suck cocks, eat her foul pussy, and
lick the shit off her filthy ass.  I want you to take that riding crop and
make sure to beat every square inch of her body." His hand went up to the
belt on the robe and untied it, letting it fall to the floor.

   Wearing only her red shoes and the white scarf around her neck, Keiko
began to beat Beverly as the videocameras recorded it all.  By the time she
was done she was breathing hard, her body was covered with a sheen of
sweat. Beverly hung limp, barely clinging to consciousness.  Roger broke an
ampule of ammonia inhalant under her nose, abruptly bringing her back to
alertness.  He removed her gag and, grasping her chin roughly with one
hand, looked in her red-rimmed eyes.

   "So, Beverly, are you happy you ruined my life?" With his other hand he
slapped her across her swollen breasts, and she howled.

   "P-p-p-please," she whimpered, tears running down her face, "please let
me down.  It hurts, please let me down.  I feel like I'm going to burst."

   "Oh, no, Beverly.  You ruined my life, Keiko's life, and your husband's
life.  We've only just begun." He undressed, revealing a body in good shape
for a 38-year-old man.  Picking up a willow switch off the table, Roger
began to apply it to her back with strong stokes.  Soon it was covered in
angry red stripes.

   Rotating her around to face him again he placed clips on each of her
nipples, and she howled in agony.  Exchanging the willow switch for the
multi-tailed flogger, he began to expertly administer the braided tails,
striking at her most tender parts; her tits, her inner thighs, and her
feet.

   Beverly had passed out by now from the punishment, and Roger had a
rock-hard erection.  Drunken with lust he turned to Keiko, pushed her down
onto her hands and knees and began to fuck her from behind.  There was no
tenderness or romantic prelude, this was pure raw fucking, and the little
slut was his slave to do with as he pleased.  She made small noises of
pleasure, but pleasing her was far from his mind; the only thing he wanted
to do was assault her womb and coat her cervix with his sperm.

   When he was through he stood up, leaving Keiko in a sweaty heap on the
floor, his cum oozing out of her well-fucked slit.  Walking over to the
table he opened a drawer and took out a small syringe filled with clear
fluid, which he then injected into the hanging woman's thigh.  "Sweet
dreams you fucking whore," he hissed.