Welcome to the world of Doctor Berringer…A highly regarded plastic surgeon with an incredibly dark and twisted secret
Doctor Berringer shook the hand of his last patient for the day. She was a sixty something year old wife of some billionaire and she was in his office for her 4th consultation.
“So, we shall book you in two weeks from now for that bit of neck work. You know Mrs. Abrahams; you really are looking brilliant. I must say the breast lift we did on you last year is holding up nicely.”
The rich socialite blushed like they all did when he told them how good looking they appeared, especially because of his handiwork. Doctor Berringer was after all, one of the most sought after plastic surgeons in all of California.
He was renowned for his artistry and ability to make any homely old cow look like a movie star, well that’s how he internalized his own abilities.
He said goodbye to Mrs. Abrahams one last time and watched her from behind as she walked down the hall to his clinic’s waiting room and reception desk.
He could tell she was putting on a show for him, swaying her hips in what would normally be considered too short a skirt for a woman of that age. Another inch off the hem of the very short skirt and her butt cheeks might show, he pondered with a grin.
But that would have been fine, since his work on her ass and her legs made the 60 year old look like a 30 year old from behind. He shook his head and then licked his lips. The thought of working on some legs made his dick harden.
He quickly made for the reception area and greeted his pretty blonde receptionist, Michelle. She had worked for him for a good two months now since his last receptionist had taken off on holiday in Mexico and disappeared. Or so her family, friends and police thought.
Oh he so wished to work on Michelle, but he knew that he had already selected too close to home on his last project. Which is why he had searched elsewhere, hundreds of miles away, and with great success.
“That everyone, Michelle?” he asked as he looked around the empty waiting room.
“Yes, Sir…That’s all for today. Uhhmm, is there anything else you need me to do?” she asked with a blushing smile.
Doctor Berringer, knew why she smiled and blushed. They all did. Besides being a highly renowned plastic surgeon and making seven figures a year with his private clinic, he was also tall, tanned and muscular.
His daily workouts and winning genetics made him a masculine 10 on the scale. It also made one part of his secret life oh so much easier when the time came.
Thinking about how to answer Michelle’s question, he briefly imagined her strapped down to one of the clinic’s examination tables. Her legs spread wide. A massive dental gag rammed in her mouth that made her cry and groan.
And of course he was braced over top of her, with his cock lined up and ready to punch into her exposed pussy. A pussy whose lips had been stitched wide to her now bloody inner thighs.
He shook his head again to clear his thoughts and then with a smile, told Michelle,
“Nothing else. You can go home now…and be careful on the drive. There’s some crazy’s out there.”
Michelle blushed and remarked,
“Thank you, Sir. You know Doctor Berringer, I don’t know if enough people tell you this, but you’re very nice… and thoughtful. You always care about my safety…it’s very sweet.”
Doctor Berringer could only nod and smile at his young assistant’s view of him. A view held by many people. Well, many people except a very select few. A few whose perception of him, their feelings about him, were unknown to the general world, and never would be.
With Michelle gone and the last of his nurses having also left the clinic, Doctor Berringer retired to his office at the back of the building. A building he had overseen designing and building in detail.
He mixed himself a cocktail from his vintage bar trolley and then sat back in his plush office chair. He pulled out a laptop from a hidden door in the desk and then powered it up.
Within seconds and a couple clicks of some buttons he had the screen showing six distinct video feeds. Each feed made his dick harden. Each live stream made his balls tighten and his cock twitch.
Sipping his drink, he stared at the screen. All six feeds while fairly dim to view, due to low lighting, showed a silhouette of a female. Their breasts, some in various states of distress and bondage, gave their sex away.
He pressed two keys and watched as the images in two of the screen blocks lit up. The lighting in those rooms where the cameras resided, he had turned on remotely.
On the screen, those two females began to flail about and thrash. He tapped the volume button and then was hit with a blast of screaming, sobbing and in one instance some frenzied begging.
Doctor Berringer nodded and speaking out loud to those two panicked females on the screen, he said.
“Yes…yes, you two will be tonight’s entertainment…and one of you will have the pleasure of getting further modified. I mean do you really need that many limbs when you have a cock loving mouth like that.”
He tapped the screen over one of the six feeds and then rose up out of his chair. He downed the last of his cocktail and then he proceeded to leisurely push a tall bookcase aside.
He punched a code into the keypad that was sunk into the hidden smooth grey steel door that had appeared behind his bookcase. The door opened and he stared down a long pristine white walled hallway.
This was his secret. A long hallway and ten doors. And the biggest secret of all was what was currently behind six of those doors.
Though if one had been able to visit this secret place just a few weeks ago, like only a few very wealthy and deviant individuals could, one would have found secrets behind eight of them. Two of those secrets had now been relocated. Relocated to wherever their new owners had wanted.
Down the hall and behind door number #4, she was whimpering and shivering and crying in utter disbelief. The lights had suddenly come on to full brightness and a threatening deep male voice had chuckled and rambled on about things she still had yet to fully comprehend.
But she could not escape that voice or this room. She was trapped there sitting on her bare ass and staring at a thick post with her cuffed hands stuck over her head. Her sex felt deeply uncomfortable, her arms ached from being stuck above her head, and her vision was blurry from all her tears.
The chain that connected her sore wrists was just simply looped over a horizontal steel pipe above her head. A piece of pipe that was mounted into the post. A piece of pipe that ended in a very phallic upturned chunk of metal.
She had tried to lift her hands up off the thing, desperate to try and free herself from this all too real nightmare. But there was no way to lift her body up. No way to raise her naked body up off the floor without a struggle and even some horrible pain…since most of her legs were missing.
Every time she looked down to see where her well-toned legs should be, she began to sob and shriek loudly into the well-sealed room. Screaming for help. Screaming for someone, anyone to come save her.
She barely remembered a thing from the last couple days. But she did remember being at a night club, dancing and being bought drinks, and then waking up naked and strapped down, spread eagle to a cool steel table in a place she had no idea where it existed.
There had been a massive gag of some sort filling her mouth. The nameless white coated and white masked man who loomed over her, appeared from his chuckling, to take delight in pumping on the tube running into the gag.
A pumping that made her desperate to scream mouth fill up more and more with stretchable thick rubber. A gag that kept her utterly speechless as he spent hours touching her body, probing it with medical tools and casually fingering her sex at will.
And then finally to her immense confusion he produced what looked like a black marker from his white physician’s coat pocket. He tapped her on the nose with it and then he tapped at each of her puckered and pointed nipples.
“These we keep…They are so lovely.” He said as he lowered his face to one.
He pulled down his mask and then put his mouth fully over her right nipple. He sucked on it for minutes and then bit it with a firmness that made her back try and arch and a pained moan try and escape her well plugged up mouth.
She barely felt him make the thick marker enter her pussy, his teeth and mouth were having that sort of effect on her right tit. When he pulled the thick black capped pen back out of her slit, she watched with distress as he sniffed the entire length of it. Then he uncapped it.
“Right…Now down to business…Time to address your modifications. We’ll start here… and here.”
He stated simply, as he drew a dotted line around each of her upper thighs. The marker tickled in her spread inner thighs. And she grew more confused by his actions.
The tickle then turned into a disgusted feeling of violation and she winced. For even as she tried to beg, he had capped the marker and once again stuck it up inside her snug pussy.
Lying there she watched him through her watery eyes walk over to wheeled, stainless steel table. When she witnessed him pick up a terrifying looking saw, she began to rightly freak out. Her thrashing about on the table so violent that the table began to shift and move on the tile floor.
“Hmmm, I really need to anchor this table and add more restraints. You specimens never seem to be calm about this…modifying. Well then, tranquilizers it is…this time. I really would like to do this to you… or maybe the next one…fully conscious.”
Those were the last words she remembered as he approached her with a large syringe which he injected into her neck. Seconds later she blacked out…But then she woke up in here and her nightmare kicked into overdrive.
Dr. Berringer stood at the door that was simply marked ‘No. 4’. He removed the unnecessary padlock from the door. It was just a back up in case one of them somehow found a way to wriggle or writhe across the floor.
None had breeched a door yet, though lots had writhed about at his feet, trying vainly to drag their bodies away from him as he followed them around the room and he taunted them with the twisted scenes to come.
He placed his right hand on the doorknob, his left held a full medical bag. Dropping the bag at the door he adjusted is growing hard on before he made to enter. He also smirked at the door and asked himself, “I wonder how this one will react!”
He opened the door. And instantly her screaming and wailing started up.
“GET AWAY FROM ME…GET AWAY!” she screeched at him as he took just two steps into the room.
Her cuffed arms were flailing about. The cuffs making a fantastically loud metallic clattering as her panicked hands tried to magically released themselves from his simple arrangement of wood and metal that kept her well anchored to that one spot.
“GET AWWWAY …YOU FUCKIGN MONSTER…GET AWAY FROM ME!” she wailed loudly in hysterical frenzy.
Dr. Berringer said nothing. He just smiled at her. He moved his medical bag further into the room and then undid his fly to pull out his thick erect cock. He let it bob there in full view of her distraught face. Then he walked towards her.
“GET AWAY FROM ME…PLEASSSE LEAVE ME ALONE!” She was sobbing as he came so close his cock brushed her right arm and came close to brushing her wet cheek.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her shivering head. Even as she kept muttering, “Please leave me alone…please”, he angled her head upward, so she had to look up at him.
The delicious overhead view of her bandaged stumps, her pert tits heaving, and her tear-streaked face contorted in misery and shock, were so arousing to him that he had to grip his dick.
“Fuck” he muttered as he gritted his teeth and with one pump of his rigid dick he unexpectedly sent a fountain of cum onto her face, shoulders and chest. The ropes of warm semen shot out of his dick with more potency than most times.
“Sorry about that!” he apologized with a laugh after ringing out is dick over her shocked head, “Your reactions, and your sexy as fuck look, sort of made me spout off before I usually do.”
He looked down on her shaking shoulders and released her sobbing head from his grip. His seed was well splattered on her shoulders, lovely tits, and distraught face. A couple long drips of his white ejaculations were hanging off the tip of her nose and her chin.
“Why…why?” she muttered at the floor as he grabbed some of her long hair and he whipped his dick head dry.
“Why? Well like I said…you’re sexy as fuck and my balls just decided to blow a load then. But normally I would first ring gang you sexy cunts and then give you a nice first deep fucking of your mouths.”
He chuckled and tapped the side of the post with his foot.
“And there it is, if you are wondering…It will be strapped snug in your mouth later. I have to train you to not to refuse a cock…in the mouth…or worse be stupid enough to try and bite!”
“No…NO …I didn’t mean that… I meant wh…” she tried sputter out until his semi erect dick made contact with her damp sticky cheek.
“Oh I know what you meant, beautiful! You want to know why I took you legs from you? And why I might take other parts too?”
At his threat she began to flail her head around screaming as loud as she could, “NO..NO…GET AWAY FROM ME…GET AWWWYYY…LET ME GO…LET ME GO!”
This made Dr. Berringer throw his head back, grab his stomach, and laugh out loud, “And if I release your cuffs…you whiny thing…are you going to try and run away from me?”
She looked down at the blood-soaked bandages that marked where most of her legs used to be attached. The two stubs of what were left of her legs wriggled as she tried to make her missing legs work. She was still in deep disbelief of what he had done to her.
She started to shake and sob. Huge teary and snotty sobs that only further made a mess of her semen splattered face and chest.
“GIVE THEM BACK…GIVE THEM BACK… YOU FUCKER…GIVE ME MY LEGS BACK! I DON’T WANT THIS…I DON’T WANT THIS!’ she kept chanting as he walked back to retrieve an important item from his dropped medical bag.
“You think I can put back what I cut off you?...Jesus, I am not a miracle worker!” he laughed at her as he crouched down and rummaged in his bag.
When he stood back up, he grinned at her new bout of deep, side to side head shaking. For in his right hand he held his favorite bone saw. He waved it around and then spoke with glee
“I can only remove, darling…Only cut away what you cunts don’t need…to be a fully serviceable cum depository…Now where is that marking pen I use…Oh yes…I remember!”
He approached her in a confident manner that had her trembling on her bare ass and yanking at her overhead cuffed wrists. He crouched beside her leaving the saw at the base of her bandaged-up stumps.
Then reached down in between the few inches of bare thigh flesh that were all that were left of her legs. Her skin was smooth and hot and he felt his cock twitch.
“No…no…no!” she kept whimpering as his long fingers fondled the folds of her pussy. They poked and they pushed and then she felt him grasp the forgotten about thing that had been making her pussy feel so uncomfortable, some while ago.
“There it is!” Dr. Berringer chuckled as he angled and dragged the marker from out of her slit.
“Great place to store it, didn’t you think!” he winked into her wincing and full of fear face.
He uncapped the marker and then reached for her right arm. He grasped her shaking right arm, reveling in how quivering her limbs were from the fear she must be feeling. He knew that she knew what his intentions now were.
He used the marker to make a black dotted line around her upper arm. The entire time she just stared at his pen wielding hand, and she mumbled out an endless parade of, “no…no…please no.”
He paused his marking of her upper arm, and he tapped her on the nose with the pen.
“Well, if I don’t remove these useless limbs, if I let you keep them, what would be the benefit to me? You have a reason I should let you keep them?”
He watched her face go thru all sorts of the most highly distressed emotions. Tears were still pouring out of her eyes as she looked up at him and said,
“Handjobs…really, really good handjobs…And when I suck your cock…I ..I ..I can fondle your balls. I can hold them like they are worth gold…I’ll do anything you want…pleassse.” She finished begging with head hung down.
It was then that Dr. Berringer’s phone chimed away in his white doctor’s coat pocket. He pulled the phone out and saw that it was his office. With a single finger pointed out at his shivering and whimpering victim, to demand her silence, he answered.
“Dr. Berringer, what’s the problem?”
For a split second the young woman at his feet pondered screaming her head off, she thought about shrieking for help at who was ever on the end of the line. But his stern, threatening look at her as he answered the call, made her shrivel up in knowing fear and just sag in her cuffs.
When he finished the call, he actually had a look of surprise on his face. A look that showed he was almost pleased with her.
“That was my office, there’s an emergency concerning some wealthy hags butt implants…But don’t worry, I will be back…tomorrow probably….So you can keep your arms for another night at least.”
He patted her on the head and then stopped at the doorway.
“And then tomorrow you can try and show me what’s so special about letting you keep your arms and hands…After all you did keep your mouth shut while I answered that call. Remind me to show you the woman who didn’t do such thing in an identical situation.”
His shoulders shook with some laughter that he was trying to hold back, why? he didn’t really know. Then he added
“She’s got no teeth anymore…or most of her tongue… It makes for a wonderful warm and wet sloppy place to stick a cock….along with the fact that she has not an inch of leg or arm left to fight off whatever a man wants to do with her… Your obedience has been rewarded… Think about that as you dream tonight!”
Then he left, locking the door and turning out the lights.
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