Welcome to the world of Doctor Berringer…A highly regarded plastic surgeon with an incredibly dark and twisted secret
Story #2
Dr. Berringer’s phone buzzed on his desk as he sat in his office chair going over patient files and his latest round of overpriced billings. Being a world-renowned plastic surgeon meant he could charge whatever he wanted…and he did.
His phone buzzed again and he decided to glance at it. He smiled and said to no one but himself, “Oh yes…feeding time. Need to keep this one good and healthy to heal up before step two.”
He got up from his chair and headed to the secret door hidden behind his bookcase. A door that he was the only person ever to return from. For the others who had either been dragged through it bound and struggling, or semi-conscious and stumbling, it had been a one way trip to this point.
He walked the long hallway to the last set of doors that lined it. He turned and opened the door to his right that was simply labeled ‘#8’. Striding into the unfurnished and brightly lit room he announced joyfully, “Feeding time, my sexy proud, big tittied, legless whore!”
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A rattle of chains welcomed him and some loud deep snotty grunts. The rattle of steel was from the chains hung from the ceiling. Chains that connected to some steel cuffs bolted tight around a set of wrists.
Those wrists were tugging and thrashing about at the steel that secured them. Tugging at them as desperately as those rapidly paces snotty sobs sounded.
The sound of all the physical desperation and panic that his arrival had created made his dick harden instantly in his trousers as Dr. Berringer came to a stop just inside the door.
There in front of him, arms kept aloft by the steel rings and chains, sat a heavily breathing, naked woman. She was sitting there on her bare ass and looking as distressed as one could imagine, since she had no legs to run away from the horrific situation she was in.
She previously had legs, like any normal person, up until a month or so ago. Now she was minus both legs, her right one freshly removed. The amputated stump still covered in bandages and healing slowly.
Her terrified eyes, pouring out fresh tears, looked up at the grinning doctor. Then she began to moan out a series of sounds that would have been pleading words for mercy if she had been able to talk.
Instead, her words were nothing but indecipherable sounds. Nothing but mournful sounding moans and groans. She was strictly gagged with a leather device that the good Dr. B had created himself. It was a large panel gag that had a mouth filling appendage a good 5 inches deep and 2 inches wide.
The most important part of the gag though was the tube protruding from it. The feeding tube. It entered the middle of the large rubber voice silencing appendage and then exited into his bawling victim’s throat.
Her chest was heaving as he walked over to her. The steel bar diabolically fastened to her tits was bobbing up and down as he side stepped the various objects lying there on the stained cement floor, dead in front of her abused body.
Her splayed open stumps she tried to close as he approached her. Her swollen pussy ended up remaining fully in view as he kicked at her inner thighs and he sneered down at her with some obvious anger on his face.
Dr. Berringer pointed down at the super thick and chunky dildo perched on the floor. His voice was stern as he asked,
“How the fuck did you get that out of your cunt? I thought that was wedged in there pretty damn snuggly when I left you yesterday!”
The woman’s water filled eyes looked utterly terrified as he reprimanded her. He rubbed his chin and then stated matter of factly, “Time to feed your sorry ass.”
In her watery eyes one could see the mounting distress as the good doctor produced what looked like a full toothpaste tube from his pocket. It was very similar in shape and size except it held his own recipe of much needed nutrients.
These were the nutrients needed to keep his many helpless victims alive so he could modify their captive bodies to his liking. It was an easy way to keep their bodies sustained and functioning while they healed up from his cruel and twisted doctoring.
Especially the ones who tried to resist eating. The ones who thought they could starve themselves to death before he cut into them any ghastlier than he already had…and disfigured them in ways that they could not begin to believe or comprehend.
This woman had been one of those few fighting hard against him in the early days of her confinement. Trying hard to resist any food he offered her or tried to force into her mouth.
Now she was jerking her head around as Dr. Berringer grabbed at her feeding tube. When she wouldn’t settle down, he smiled and pulled another tube from his pocket. This one was already partially squeezed out.
Her snotty gagged sobs and her head thrashing came to a stop. Then her head did a kind of slow-motion side to side ‘no’.
“That’s right, you remember this stuff from a few days ago? This Carolina Reaper Pepper paste? We put it on your genitals, and you lost your shit… for hours! Hell, I think your pussy is still swollen from it. I bet you even feel some nasty ache down there still? That was some seriously hot shit!”
He lowered the tube down between her spread stumps and bumped the hood of her clit with tube’s loose cap. Both her legs stumps twitched, and her pelvis seemed to want to draw itself across the floor, asway for his hand and the burning pepper paste.
“So, do I need to rub a few drops onto your soft sensitive labia, and maybe your clitoris…again? Or are you going to a be a good legless whore and let me inject some important nutrients into your sexy body…what’s left of it.” He chuckled loudly.
She nodded slowly and tearfully. She was now utterly compliant. No head thrashing to be seen. He tossed aside the skin burning hot paste and he brought out the full tube of homemade feed.
He stuck the squeezable container of feed paste onto the feed tube running into her mouth and he began to squeeze. He watched with delight the feeding tube fill up with the nutrient rich sludge he had created just for her.
“That’s it…Let it ooze down your throat.” He said as he sent pump after pump of the very liquid paste thru the feed tube and into the gag.
He grinned as he watched her throat muscles work to swallow it. Her trapped hands were fisted above her head and he could see her stomach muscles working too.
“You know, I should tell you what’s in this healthy and protein rich concoction. It’s full of all kinds of good healthy ingredients, from basic yogurt, blended up fruits and high-performance athletic protein powders…Plus the best protein of all. The protein from my balls!”
His victim’s eyes flew open and she seemed to choke on the latest pump of liquid food he sent into the tube. Her chained wrists jerked and her eyes started to water. Her reaction though became more distraught when he added,
“That’s right, every tube of this live giving sauce you’re choking down has at least four or five of my copious ejaculations swimming in it. And of course along with all that sperm ready for you to digest, there’s a healthy dose of my urine to water it down.”
He squeezed the tube of food hard enough that nothing was left in it. But he could see that the feed was not moving deeper into her gag along the feeding tube. Her eyes at this point were bulging out of her head and her color was going from pink to purple.
“Come on, you dumb whore, swallow now…Don’t let it back up…It’s good for you!” He demanded.
Then with a sigh he grumbled, “Okay…you had it coming.”
He reached out and grabbed the steel bar that connected her ring pierced tits. He had put this on her for a purpose, and he had really only used it on her once… so far.
Her head was thrashing side to side, and she was making all kinds of desperate sounding high pitched noises as he lifted the bar up, and along with it, her legless torso.
He watched with delight her nipples and tits distend upwards. Stretching up in a way what he knew must be incomprehensibly painful for her as the stubs that had once been her legs, lifted clear of the piss stained floor.
He held her in the air, her cuffed arms flailing about and trying to grab his hands. Which is why he next told her,
“We really need to get rid of these also. Yes, your hand jobs are okay. But I think making you into a truly limbless whore, one that can be dragged around easily by her nice firm tits, that should happen sooner than later.”
With that sick statement of what he had planned for her, he lowered her back to the floor. Her gagged shrieking the positive response he needed to know she had unwillingly, yet successfully, swallowed down all the important nutrients in the feed tube.
The shrieking and wailing, the intense look of anguish on her tear-soaked face, was of course caused by the fact that Dr. Berringer had just lowered the poor legless woman down onto the horrific looking fat dildo.
The weight of her slowly lowering body, still suspended torturously by her tits, made the huge phallic apparatus disappear slowly, inch by inch, up inside her sex as he expertly lowered her cunt down on the thing.
When the thing fully disappeared up inside her painfully stretched open channel, the good doctor lowered his mouth to her ear and over her incessant gagged shrieking told her,
“Next time…after I have removed your useless arms, here and here…” He chuckled as he pointed at the black marker line dotted around each of her upper arms,
”I will lift you up by this ingenious bar I have attached to your tits and I will tote you around a bit…before mounting you in the ass with this thing…I bet it will fit…But it just might be a little more painful for you than anything you’ve ever experienced, as you flail about on it, limbless and unable to ever escape it as it impales you…and keeps impaling you… for as long as I wish.”
Standing back up and letting out a big sigh of satisfaction and arousal, his sadistic words having made his dick ready to burst, Dr. Berringer pulled his dick from his pants, fisted it, and he began to pump.
His pumping action, not having to take long to get a sizable spraying result. A hot white liquid result erupting from his balls and then out his fisted dick that shot onto the thrashing about woman at his feet.
A nameless woman, who in her extreme and distress loaded panic wasn’t even registering the hot sticky cum splattering on her flailing about hair, gagged and grimacing face, and her tortured chest.
A mess of male ejaculation that she didn’t register soiling her captive body until Dr. Berringer was long gone and her panic had receded down to just a level of constant sobbing, tearful despair and acceptance that she was not in control of anything…that only he was…And it was a control on a level that had easily just broke her…mind and body.
And when she next saw the door open for his next grand entrance, being force fed was the least of her worries, for in his hand he held a syringe.
It contained the drugs he used to knock out his unfortunate growing group of victims. Drugs that allowed him to easily drag them back to his secret surgery room and perform his sick operations on.
He caressed her arms and ran the sharp point of the syringe all around her pierced and distended nipples, sometimes giving them a poke with the super sharp tip.
It would elicit a rather nice, gagged shriek and shudder of her body. And after a few more pokes that left small beads of blood on her tits and tears streaming out of her tired and utterly distressed eyes, he offered her one last thing.
“So, you whiny legless whore, one last hand job before we make these arms of yours disappear? Come on, I know the last memory you want of ever feeling anything with these near useless hands is to feel some big meaty cock!”
When he jabbed his freed erect dick at her fisted and shaking hands and she didn’t comply with his desire for her to jerk him off, he then said one thing…and it made her instantly grab his dick and begin to pump.
And the one simple statement that had her grasping his dick and pumping it like mad…was,
“Okay…no hand job…no tranquilizers…I will just strap you down and bone saw my way through your arms while you are fully awake and conscious…Experiencing every painful second of having your arms cut away from your body…It may actually drive you insane…it did to one defiant young bitch I had the fun of de-limbing while she was fully conscious…Do you want to be the next?”
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She won’t be the next one to experience, live and fully conscious, the horrific attentions of Dr. B…But there will be one soon…A woman who cheated on her husband and who will pay the ultimate price for such betrayal.