Parasitisim
Yandere Dottore x reader
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!!!
Summary: Dottore ensures his darling will never be able to run away from him again, by making sure they are not able to run again.
Tags: Medical experiments, surgery, talk of ability to lose (not in the sexy way belive me), Dottore being his own warning, obsessive behaviour, cripling, Smut with a wound, Drugging
“Pancuronium bromide, it is such a fascinating substance, truly. Please my dearest allow me to elaborate, what is currently coursing through your veins. The drug I have administered acts as a muscle relaxant, though without any effect of sedation. Neither does it have any pain-reducing effects. So, you my dearest get to experience in full what happens when you disobey me.”
Tied down naked onto the table, laid the object of Dottore's attachment. Sweat clad skin glistening like the finest silk underneath harsh clinical lighting. Lidded eyes full of fear and horror made them appear as enchanting as the moon. Matted Hair resembling a broken halo gave them an otherworldly appearance.
“So let us begin.”
Turning around Dottore switched his gloves, high quality leather being replaced with surgical gloves.
“I truly don’t understand why you would want to leave me, my dear. Everything you could possibly wish for I can provide with ease. Haven’t I proven that countless times to you? Have I not been utterly loyal only to you? Never even looking into another’s direction. And yet you decided to reject me oh so cruelly. And despite all that I still waited patiently. Only for you to turn and try to escape. Abandoning me without a second thought spared.”
Exhaling a deep sigh, as one would with a child incapable of seeing its own wrongs, Dottore approached the table. Tutting he bent down looming over the table like a vicious predator about to devour his prey. His grimace twisted into a smile of satisfaction. Planning to take everything in, that was soon going to be his, completely and absolutely. Letting his free hand wander across their body. Dottore had decided to finally indulge himself, a small reward for all he had endured for this moment to come to fruition.
“Seeing as you won’t stay willingly by my side. I decided that as a punitive measure and punishment for attempting to leave me. I will take your capability of walking.”
Turning towards another table, Dottore retrieves two Stirrups, installing them onto the examination table. Losing the heavy restrains he places the legs into each of them. Giving him full access to the legs.
“Oh how lovely you look my dear, all pliantly for me. Oh and your lovely legs such precious appendages. Oh don’t worry dear, I am not so cruel as to amputate your legs, well at the very least that is not what I have planned for you today. No but I do intend to ensure you won’t run away from me again. To be able to walk several muscles are needed.”
Letting his hands rest on top of the thighs Dottore’s hands begin to wander.
“Like the Quadriceps Muscle without it the knee is incapable of straighten and if the corresponding hamstrings are severed the moving the backwards becomes near impossible. And coincidentally all hamstring end in a single conjoined tendon now imagine what would happen one were to sever it.”
A blade shining underneath the harsh clinical lighting is the last warning before pain spreads through them. Incapable of any reaction, they are trapped in the prison of their only body. Blood trickles slowly down from the backside of their legs onto the table beneath them. But their focus lies int the monster before them smiling content down upon them.
“That was the first leg now onto the second.”
Just like the first one unimaginable pain spreads from the injury all through them. They wanted scream, cry or beg for mercy. But the drug still coursing through their system robbed them of these ability’s, forcing them to suffer in silence.
“Come on now dear, how else are you ever going to learn to obey. And besides that, I promise to take excellent care of you.”
Leaning between their thighs, Dottore bend down caging them between him and the table. As he descends to claim their lips for himself. Hands moving up their legs down to the knees he pushes them forwards without any resistance. Leaving a trail of blood in their wake, painting the back of their legs in a deep crimson. Deepening their kiss by forcing his tongue into their mouth, Dottore revels in the complete control he now has over the body of his beloved.
“You are truly a picture for the gods, my dear, all covered in blood, helplessly trapped inside the confines of your own body.”
Leaning back Dottore opened his pants, uncaring of his blood covered hands, freeing his fully erected cock. He strokes himself, tip dripping with precum as he moved toward the still open wounds he created. Placing his shaft on top of the wound and securing it with one hand. Starting with slow movements almost lazily, Dottore dick got covered more and more with blood of the wound.
“You are an astonishment my dearest. I have never experienced pleasure quite like this. And to think that you are mine, for all eternity, nothing will ever take you from me. No illness, no god, not even death. I will make sure of this.”
Languish slow movements turned erratic and fast. Panting and groaning, Dottore finally came, finishing all over the wound. Kneeling down he languish started to lick the wound, enjoying a mixture of blood and cum. Groaning in deep pleasure his lust driven gaze met their terrified pained one. Standing back to his full height, the Doctor moved towards a table holding the supplies to take care of the wound. Silently he moved back carefully disinfecting the wound and dressing them with precice almost loving care. Taking a step back Dottore admired his work. Basking in the Spectacle before him, he shed his blood covered Lab, carefully wrapping up his beloved. Before lifting them carefully into his arms.
“You did quite well for me my darling. But surely that ordeal must have been quite exhausting. Let us retire for the night, my dear after all there is much for us to do my dear.”
Please for the love of whatever higher power exists I don't know why I have written this. Put me into a mental asylum I swear I don't know what is wrong with me.