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Dr. Stern's Menagerie
by QuidProQuo (brewski@gmx.us)
 
***

A disgraced physician, falsely accused, has lost 
everything – his wife, his home, and his practice. 
He's thinking of ending it when the phone rings. He 
ends up running a remote clinic for people who don't 
want any questions asked. In return, he gets to take 
revenge on his accusers. These experiences change a 
kind and caring physician into a cruel Master. This 
leads him to torture, human slavery, and breeding, and 
he finds he enjoys it.  He begins to build his own 
menagerie of women.  (MF, FF, nc, v, tor, bd, asphx, 
scat, ws, asian)

***

1. Two Pigs in a Pen
2. Nowhere To Go But Up
3. Black & White, and Red All Over
4. The Reward
5. This Little Piggy Went To Market

*** 

1. Two Pigs in a Pen

Time had all lost meaning for the two naked and filthy 
women chained in the 6' x 8' cell. They had lost all 
track of time. Dim light came from high above them; it 
was constant. Day and night had no meaning, they would 
just sleep when their bodies demanded it. The 
temperature never varied, it was always not too hot, 
not too cold.

Sometimes a meal would be slid on a single plastic 
tray through the small slot at the bottom of the metal 
door. It was always the same thing, a blended high-
protein flavorless mush that they would eat with their 
fingers before licking the tray. They were not fed on 
any schedule. Sometimes, they wouldn't be fed for what 
felt like several days. Other times, another tray 
would slide through what seemed like an hour later. 
Even though they may have just eaten, they ate the 
mush anyway because they didn't know when the next 
meal was coming.

Under normal conditions the larger woman, Beverly, was 
an attractive woman. A tall white woman with long 
brown hair in her early 40s, she stood 5'8" with an 
ample ass, and large only slightly saggy tits with 
small aureoles but long nipples. The smaller woman, 
Keiko, was a black-haired Japanese-American woman in 
her late 30s, 5'3". Her tits were like small pancakes, 
with large aureoles and prominent nipples. While slim, 
her belly and tits showed stretch marks from having 
given birth in recent years to 2 children.

Their movement was limited by chains; one end 
connected to an eyehook in the concrete wall and the 
other attached to the D rings in the locked iron 
collars around their necks. The concrete floor of 
their cell was angled slightly downward away from the 
door, to a six-inch-wide and 2 inch deep shallow 
trough. They had no bucket for relieving themselves, 
nor any toilet paper. The length of the chains would 
only allow the women to get within a yard of the 
trough, so they had to squat and relieve themselves as 
close as possible. Every so often a hose would slide 
through the slot and spray the floor, somewhat 
cleansing it of their urine and waste into the trough 
but not enough for them to avoid stepping on it or 
accidentally rolling in it while they slept.

Due to their boredom, both had become very sensitive 
to any noises from the room above their heads. When 
they heard a door above them open, it usually meant 
piss would rain down on them. No matter where they 
went in the small cell, they could not completely 
escape the shower. Sometimes their captors would also 
defecate, the shit coming through the grates and 
landing on them. The terrible smell in the small space 
would continue to intensify until the hose rinsed it 
away.

They were given no pads or tampons; their period blood 
flowed freely down their thighs and onto the already 
filthy floor. Their hair quickly became matted and 
greasy, smelling like a combination of urine, shit, 
and sweaty armpits. Their leg hair grew out, and the 
hair on their armpits and pubic areas turned bushy and 
matted. On top of this, their body odor was pervasive.

In spite of this lack of sanitation, periodically 
toothbrushes and toothpaste were sent through the food 
slot and they were instructed by a muffled man's voice 
to clean their teeth; likewise every so often they 
were required to stick their hands and feet through 
the door slot to have their fingernails and toenails 
trimmed. At times a larger slot in the middle of the 
door would slide open and they would be ordered to 
bend over and spread their ass cheeks. A high-pressure 
hose of cold water was directed at their pussies and 
assholes to rinse them partially clean. Afterwards, 
cocks would stick through the slot glory-hole style, 
waiting to be sucked off.

The first time it happened they didn't do anything. 
This proved to be a mistake. After a minute the cock 
was withdrawn and the hose was back, the icy water now 
blasting them all over for several minutes. They 
huddled together shivering until a modicum of warmth 
returned, but they weren't given food for what seemed 
like three days, then when food finally arrived it was 
covered in sperm. From then on, when a cock came 
through the door slot, Beverly would slap Keiko's face 
and tits, cruelly pinching her nipples until the 
smaller woman took it into her mouth and suck the man 
off. Soon Keiko went to the cock without prompting to 
get her stomach filled with sperm.

The only things in the cell were waterproof mats and a 
cotton sheet that they shared while sleeping. When 
they were first imprisoned, Keiko frequently lapsed 
into crying jags because she missed her husband and 
babies. Beverly quickly got tired of it and slapped 
the smaller woman until she stopped. Bored, Beverly 
began rubbing her own pussy frequently, masturbating 
while Keiko lay in silence under the sheet next to 
her. It wasn't long before Beverly was making a 
reluctant Keiko finger-fuck her pussy.

As a final insult to what little dignity Keiko had 
left, Beverly regularly began to turn Keiko over and 
pin her to the mat. Straddling her, she forced the 
smaller woman to lick her dirty cunt and crusty 
asshole while humping her nose and mouth. The first 
few times she was forced to do this Keiko threw up 
afterwards. Because of her diminutive size had to 
accept that in addition to being the designated cock 
sucker, she had no choice but to be the pussy and 
asshole licker as well.



2. Nowhere To Go But Up

Dr. Roger Stern was a defeated man at the age of 38, 
having been falsely accused of fondling and sexually 
assaulting a patient while she was strapped to an exam 
table. Rather than go to court and possibly lose the 
case, his malpractice insurance company had insisted 
upon a $6 million dollar settlement with no admission 
of wrongdoing. It was, in fact, a successful scheme by 
a disgruntled nurse in collusion with the accuser 
patient. In the course of fighting the lawsuit and 
dealing with the insurance company his wife left him, 
he lost his house and had to sell his practice. 
Although no wrongdoing was admitted, his reputation 
was ruined.

Barely able to make expenses any longer, he sold his 
practice to another doctor and gave up. For two months 
he sat in his small one-room apartment, depressed and 
hating to go out. He eventually found himself broke 
and alone, considering what combination of pills would 
end it all for him. Just then, the phone rang.

"Is this Dr. Roger Stern?" a deep male voice asked.

"Yes, this is Dr. Stern. Although how much longer I'll 
be a doctor is questionable."

"You don't know me, Doctor, but my name is Mr. Amato. 
My associates and I are friends of yours. We've been 
monitoring your circumstances very closely. We know 
you were falsely accused and have gotten a raw deal. 
We'd like to give you a better one. We'd like you to 
run a private healthcare service used solely for 
members of our organization. You'd have your own small 
clinic, fully stocked, and have everything you need to 
get by. All you would need to do is work when one of 
our representatives requires care."

"Sounds interesting, but I can't afford malpractice 
insurance any longer now that the lawsuit is settled."

"Oh, insurance is not something you need to worry 
about," the man assured him, "our people would dare 
not file any kind of suit against you. That would end 
badly…for them. You'll do your work, get paid 
handsomely, and be free of any kind of legal 
interference."

"Wow," he said, his interest piqued. "Where would this 
be, and what are the particulars?"

"The private clinic is located in a farmhouse in 
downstate Illinois. No one but our organization knows 
it's there. A farmer rents the land at an amazingly 
low rate to grow crops does not ask questions about 
what's in the farmhouse. You will be paid $200,000 a 
year, tax-free and deposited in an offshore account 
for when you retire. We will provide any other living 
incidentals you may need. In return for your 
compensation, you will work a few hours a month as 
needed. The rest of the time is yours. The hours will 
be somewhat erratic. At times you may have to work 14 
days straight, at other times you may not hear from us 
at all for weeks."

"There are two conditions: First, you will never ever 
ask our employees any questions other than those 
required for their treatment. Secondly, due to the 
nature of our business you will remain on-call 24 
hours a day, 365 days a year. We never know when you 
might be needed, so you need to available at all 
times. That's it."

"What kind of medical treatment are we talking about?"

"Regular physical exams, treatment of the occasional 
illness, and on rare occasions patching up, um, shall 
we say work-related injuries that require a level of 
confidentiality not found in hospitals or public 
clinics."

Roger was beginning to understand that the kind of 
work-related injuries Mr. Amato was alluding to were 
not the kind of injuries you could file a worker's 
compensation claim for.

He thought about it for a few moments. "Sounds kind of 
too good to be true. Can I think about it?"

"We'd like an answer now, Dr. Stern. Given your 
current circumstances, I daresay you won't find a 
better deal anywhere. I suggest you accept straight 
away. But let me give you some additional incentive. 
Do you know whatever happened to your two accusers, 
Mrs. Beverly Akers and your nurse, Mrs. Keiko Gomi?"

"I heard they were secretly lesbians, and once they 
received the settlement check they abandoned their 
husbands and ran away together. This took me by 
surprise, because after working with her for three 
years I thought Keiko was very devoted to her husband 
and kids. I would have never guessed she was a 
lesbian."

"She wasn't, Dr. Stern. Our organization just planted 
evidence so people would believe the two of them had 
run away together. They are currently guests of ours, 
although not exactly willing ones. Accept our offer, 
Doctor, and one day they will be yours to exact 
vengeance upon as you see fit."

There was a silent pause for a minute as Roger 
pondered this last bit of information. What did he 
have to lose? "I'm in. When do I start?"

The voice replied, "Excellent. You'll start right 
away. Pack your bags, Dr. Stern. We've paid off your 
lease. There's a car waiting for you in front of your 
apartment building."



3. Black & White, and Red All Over

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. He loved her flat tits, and the contrast of 
his white cock against her deep brown belly. 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?"


4. The Reward

"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.



5. This Little Piggy Went To Market

For the first time since they had been forced into the 
cell and chained, the iron cell door swung wide. Two 
large men entered, and the kneeling women shrank away 
in fear. Without saying a word, the men grabbed Keiko 
and stuffed a gag into her mouth. They handcuffed her 
hands behind her back and removed her metal collar. 
The skin beneath had been rubbed raw. The skin beneath 
had been rubbed raw. Pulling a black cotton bag over 
her head, they led her out of the cell.

As they were leaving Beverly asked, "What about me? 
When do I get out of here?" One of the men turned, and 
in one smooth action punched Beverly in the stomach. 
As she doubled over in pain he swept his leg in a 
practiced motion knocking her off her feet, and she 
landed on the feces-covered floor. Unzipping his fly, 
he took his cock out and pissed on the body of the 
groaning woman laying in the filth at his feet.

After he was finished relieving his bladder he put his 
dick back into his pants and zipped up. He leaned over 
and looked closely at her soiled face. "You know, it's 
too bad you're stuck down here in all this piss and 
shit. I'll bet once you got cleaned up you'd be pretty 
good looking for an older broad. I wouldn't mind 
fucking you."

As they led the naked and soiled Keiko up a flight of 
stairs, one of the men grimaced. "Oh, MAN, this little 
cunt smell like a fucking outhouse. Shouldn't we give 
her a shower or something first?"
"Shut the fuck up, the boss wants her nasty, just the 
way she is," replied the other man.

When they reached the top of the stairs Keiko heard 
another door open, and for the first time in weeks 
felt sunlight on her naked skin. After a few steps in 
her bare feet across what felt like a gravel driveway, 
the men picked her up and put her in a car trunk. She 
heard the trunk lid and car doors slam, then felt the 
car start up and begin to move.

Roger heard a car pull up, then the two men brought 
Keiko into the living room and forced her to kneel on 
the carpet in front of Paulie and Roger. She looked 
totally degraded and smelled awful. Roger felt himself 
enjoying this, and his cock began to stiffen again.

Paulie reached over and pulled off the black hood. 
Keiko blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light, then 
they got wide as she recognized her former boss. "It's 
a fine day for a reunion, ain't it Doc?" Paulie 
remarked. He removed the gag as well, but grimaced as 
her smell hit his nose. "Holy shit, bitch you smell 
like a fresh load of manure," he said.

The woman said nothing but simply looked at Roger, 
then squeezed her eyes shut in shame. "Oh, no, keep 
your eyes open, bitch. We don't want you to miss the 
show," Paulie declared, and turned the bound and 
filthy woman so she was facing the screen.

"Just in case you was curious, your husband Tashiro is 
long gone. He divorced you in absentia and married 
your sister Katsuko. After their honeymoon the two of 
them took your kids and moved them back to Japan. Just 
for laughs, we planted a camera in their honeymoon 
suite." The next scene on the video was very well-lit 
and clear so there was no mistaking the face of 
Tashiro as he fucked his new wife from behind. Keiko 
heard her screaming in Japanese, "Yes my husband, fuck 
me, fill me up! I will always be loyal, not like my 
whore sister. I want to have your cock in me always, 
my mouth, my pussy, my ass! I want to keep my belly 
huge with your children! PLEASE!!!"

This seemed to enrage Tashiro more, and he began 
thrusting even harder, slapping her ass and roughly 
pulling her long black hair so her head was bent back. 
He spoke in a threatening tone. "You will always be 
loyal and obedient, understand? And if you or the 
children ever mention that betraying bitch I will beat 
all of you!" He groaned, and letting go of her hair he 
used both hands to grab her hips and impale her on his 
fuckmeat as he filled her pussy with his cum. Katsuko 
shrieked as her orgasm matched his, "Yes, my husband, 
I will always be loyal! I am not like my sister! I 
would die before leaving you!"

The scene ended and the screen went dark. Keiko's head 
hung low, crying softly. Her tears ran down her face, 
dripping onto the floor in front of her. Paulie 
chuckled. "You don't need to understand Japanese to 
get the drift of that conversation, right Doc?" He 
stood up. "I gotta get back to the club. I'll leave 
you two to get reacquainted."

Roger nodded grimly, and walked around in front of his 
captive. "So Keiko, was it worth it to lie and betray 
me?" After a few moments, Keiko stopped crying and 
responded in a quiet voice not much louder than a 
whisper.

"Dr. Stern, forgive me. You are a good man, and did 
not deserve what you were put through; I never thought 
it would be as bad as it was. I did not do it for 
myself, Mrs. Akers talked me into doing it for my 
children. One night after work she asked me to come 
with her to her woman's book club at a local 
restaurant. When we got there she said she had gotten 
the date wrong, but we decided to go ahead and have 
dinner. Over dinner and drinks the discussion 
gradually turned to how hard things are in this 
economy, and how expensive it is to educate children."

"Then she started talking about how many lawsuits are 
easy money since they are settled out of court with 
insurance companies. She described how it would be 
possible to get a big settlement without anyone 
getting hurt."

"She convinced me we would be millionaires, and I 
could easily afford the finest education for my 
children. But she lied to me, Doctor. At the end of it 
all, the insurance settlement was six million, the 
attorney's fees were two million, Mrs. Akers took 
three million and I got only one. After taxes, it was 
$500,000. Before I could put it in a trust for the 
children, my husband ordered me to endorse the check 
and give it to him. As an obedient wife, I had no 
choice. I saw none of it. 

Then I was taken against my will and brought here, 
made to wallow in filth like an animal, become nothing 
more than a sex slave. "I am deeply ashamed and have 
suffered for my evil acts, Dr. Stern. Now I see that I 
have no hope of ever seeing my husband or children 
again. Without my children I am nothing. I only wish 
to die. I beg for your mercy and humbly ask that you 
grant me this wish."

Roger stood over the small woman. He reached down and 
took her by her thin neck, lifting her to her knees. 
"Open your mouth," he commanded as he took his cock 
out. He placed it on her lips, and she promptly took 
him into her throat. He put his hands in her matted 
hair and began to fuck her throat deeply, his balls 
slapping her chin as she struggled to breathe. Finally 
he groaned as he jammed his cock all the way in and 
held it, filling her throat and mouth to overflow with 
cum. He pulled out, much of his load running down her 
chin and onto her tits while she gasped for breath.

After his climax subsided he lifted her by the neck 
once more, pulled the tiny woman to a standing 
position. His hands were large enough reach almost all 
the way around, aligning with the red marks left by 
prolonged wearing of her iron collar. He began to 
squeeze gently, and her face turning red as she felt 
her air supply cut off. "Yes, please," she gasped, "Do 
it! End my misery." 

After what felt like minutes of not being able to 
breathe, her eyes began to bulge and she felt her 
lungs screaming for air. Fighting the desperate urge 
to struggle, she kept her arms at her sides. She began 
to see spots of light, and her body involuntarily 
began to fight for survival. She reached to pull his 
hands away – then everything went black.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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