Posted by Ripper X on July 28, 2003 at 22:01:52:
In Reply to: Doctors Orders 1/2 posted by Ripper X on July 28, 2003 at 21:54:43:
Howdy Gentle Reader.
Todays writer is one of my personal favorites, and yet another Net Author that has long ago fallen to silence. I originally wanted to post "Stacy's Senior Year" but at ten chapters, that would be entirely too ambitious of a task. Not to mention off topic for this BBS. SO instead I am posting this tale which is much more psychotic, yet much shorter but still has the Parker virtue of worse things in this world then simply Death.
Enjoy!
-RIP
"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice."
Jacqueline Astor just smiled and nodded, casually waving away the expression of thanks. "It was no problem at all," she smiled. "It's my job." Brushing back her shoulder length brown hair, the doctor handed over the clipboard on which the patient registration forms had been laid out. Lisa Forbes took the clipboard and began filling out the forms.
The doctor surreptitiously examined her new patients. It was difficult to believe that this woman was in her mid-thirties, and the mother of an eighteen-year-old daughter. With her long brown hair and trim figure, Lisa could have passed for a woman ten years her junior. In fact, Lisa and her daughter almost looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. They might even have been twins - they both had the same cute features and bright blue eyes - except that Anna's short, curly hair was a honey blonde. A "gift" from her father, Lisa had explained, grimacing.
The doctor turned her attention to the daughter, who had remained silent during the initial interview. 'Shy', Lisa had explained. Shy or not, she was a beauty.
Lisa finished filling out the forms and handed them over.
"Thanks," Dr. Astor said, looking quickly examining them, "This should . . . " She stopped speaking and looked up. "There's no previous address or next of kin."
Embarrassed, Lisa Forbes smiled apologetically at the young doctor. "I'm sorry," She said. "It's just that, well . . . With the move and . . . And everything . . . " She shrugged her shoulders, unwilling to complete the statement. She didn't have to; Jacqueline Astor knew all about the mother and daughter's recent move to the little town of Point Hope in southern California; She knew all about Lisa's messy separation and, ultimately, divorce from her alcoholic and likely abusive husband back home in Nebraska. All this information had come out during the initial registration. Nikki would doubtless have it all down on the computer by now.
It was perfect.
Jacqueline selected an understanding smile and carefully arranged it on her face.
She had to play this just right.
"Oh that's fine," She said, open and friendly. "That information's not vital. I understand."
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it wasn't going to be a problem. She had been prepared to withhold the information, even if it meant losing this doctor. Still, it usually took weeks to get appointments with specialists, and with their insurance situation up in the air . . . Well, they were more than a little lucky to have come across someone like Dr. Astor.
"Just make certain to be on time for your Friday appointment," The doctor said, "We'll go over those test results and see what we can do about getting the both of you to a GP as soon as possible. I think I might be able to arrange something for you in that department."
Lisa blushed. She really hadn't expected such kindness, especially on her first day in town! Back home in Lincoln, folks were warned about the kind of people one met in places like California. It seemed that the warnings were misguided. Stammering out a final round of 'thanks', she bundled her silent daughter out of the reception area.
"Nikki"
"Yes?" Nikki Crawford, Dr. Astor's receptionist and secretary, poked her head out past the entrance to her little office. She was in her mid-twenties, with short blonde hair and a tight, athletic body.
"Would you print out a copy of the new Forbes file? I want to review it."
"Right away."
"And cancel all my other appointments after the Forbes appointment on Friday afternoon."
The blonde receptionist looked startled, but didn't comment. "I'll make the calls first thing tomorrow." She paused for a second, looking thoughtful. Then she continued speaking. "Right after I send in the insurance forms for the Forbes."
"Oh don't bother with that," The doctor ordered, "I want to go over a few things with them beforehand."
Once again, the receptionist looked surprised. Until those insurance forms were signed and mailed in, the practice would not be able to bill for any time spent with the Forbes.
"As you wish."
Looking thoughtful, Nikki Crawford went back into her office to print up the file. She bit her lip, deep in thought as the laser printer spat out the requested forms. When it was finished, she delivered them to her employer as ordered and then left the office.
Dr. Astor watched, peering through the office window as Nikki drove away in her green Tercel. The doctor knew it would take the girl about twenty or so minutes to get home. She glanced over at an answering machine sitting on her desk; A small red light indicated that it was ready and waiting. Well . . . She would see what she would see.
Sighing, Dr. Astor (now Jacqueline Astor - the office was closed) sat down at her desk and reviewed the file on Lisa and Anna Forbes. They seemed perfect. The pair had just moved into
Point Hope after leaving Nebraska; No one in town knew them and no one from home knew that they were here. The presence of a drunken, potentially abusive ex-husband had caused Lisa Forbes to keep their present location a secret from all of her old friends back home. And since there had been no registration sent in from the doctor's office, there was no record of their ever having been there at all. Just a computer file that could be erased with the push of a finger.
Jacqueline's hand drifted down to her crotch and began to rub as she made the final decision on her course of action. She would make the call that evening: the El-Maceia, perhaps. It had been too long since the last sale. And it was not just the money - although that was important of course. There were other things she needed as well.
Perhaps it was time for a session with Michelle . . .
Michelle Myers fought to stay awake.
It was not that she wanted to stay awake; For the last several months, her every waking moment had been a nightmare of pain and sexual torture. Given an option, she would certainly have chosen unconsciousness. But if she fell asleep, or even started to drift off, she would begin to lose her upright posture; She would start to slump; She would teeter on the six inch high heels locked onto her slender ankles. And that would have the effect of putting pressure on the two fish hooks embedded in her nipples and connected, by way of the fishing line which ran tautly upwards, to a pair of bolts on the ceiling. Moaning, the girl fought against the exhaustion which threatened to overwhelm her. She had been in this position for well over twelve hours and tried to stand steady. However, try as she might, she was unable to keep her mind from drifting; Drifting back to days before this endless torture had begun.
She had been young then. It seemed like years ago, although it was barely eight months. Only a few years out of high school, the job as a receptionist for Dr. Astor had seemed a godsend. The work was interesting and not too hard. And the doctor had seemed so nice. So friendly.
Then came the day she had returned to the office late on a Friday evening to pick up a Stephen King novel she had forgotten there. It was not in her work station, so she pushed open the heavy wooden door leading to her employer's office. As she looked around for the book, she became aware of a noise, a high-pitched whine . . . almost a scream, coming from behind the door in the back of the office. A door she had always assumed led to a private lavatory.
Curious, she pushed it open and went inside. It was a lavatory, but there was another doorway sitting open behind an enclosed shower. For the first time, Michelle began to feel frightened, but she pushed on. The screaming sound was louder now. She stepped into the shower and stepped through the door . . .
. . .And into a nightmare.
Michelle had never imagined that the doctor - that ANY human being could be capable of such . . . such acts. The blood . . . The screams . . . That young girl, she couldn't have been more than eighteen years old - A PATIENT! (omygodomygodomygod) - lying strapped over the examination table, squealing in agony as the doctor (Dr. Astor?) stood behind her, thrusting . . .
Thrusting . . .
Thrusting . . .
The world seemed to rush away from her and narrow to a pinpoint as she stood, fear-crazed and stupefied, struck dumb by the scene in front of her. It seemed like hours . . . It seemed like seconds . . .
She must have screamed.
She had no memory of it, but she must have done so, because she became dimly aware of a new wailing sound, rising up to join the screams and cries of the young girl. Unable to move, the receptionist watched as Dr. Astor pulled away from her young victim and turned in slow motion to face the intruder.
It wasn't until she saw the huge dildo strapped onto her employer's crotch; Large . . .
Black . . .
Red . . .
Brown . . .
. . . That the wailing stopped, as if shut off by the throwing of some unseen switch, and the floor rushed up to caress her face black and blue . . . And then, finally, black again.
She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.
When she woke up, she found herself strapped down to the examination table, naked, with locked legs trapped and spread up over her head in the metal stirrups. Dr. Astor stood above her, gently stroking her face with the back of her hand.
"There we are," She crooned softly, her voice soothing and gentle. "All awake now? All ready to play?"
Michelle struggled to talk. To scream! To beg! But it was no use. Something that felt like a large plastic ball was fastened into her mouth with a leather strap.
"I've sent my little playmate off to her new owners," Astor smirked, noting her victim's panic. "Just like all the rest: Break them in. Have a little fun with them . . . And then off they go." She reached down and began playing with Michelle's exposed nipples, pinching and prodding. The girl tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. "Profitable perhaps, but it gets a little lonely sometimes. That's what you're for."
Suddenly intense, Dr. Astor leaned down and put her face up close to that of her terrified prisoner. "The others will come and go, come and go, but you . . . You I'll keep. My own toy. My pet. We'll have such fun together, you and I."
Smiling, she straightened up and reached over to the instrument tray. After a quick search, she picked up a small, silver-shiny scalpel.
"Now, where shall we begin?"
Breathless, Nikki Crawford dropped her keys on the kitchen counter and picked up the phone. There was no need to check a phone book for the number; She knew it well.
"Hender, please," She said, fighting to keep the excitement out of her voice. She was a professional now and she would behave like one. "Tell him this is Special Agent Crawford." She waited impatiently.
"Lance? This is Nikki. Yes . . . I think she's making a move. We have a couple of new patients that fit the profile . . . Yes; I know. You were right about the stake-out, but . . . Yes, but it's been over four months now . . . OK. Right. I understand; No moves until we find out as much as possible. Right. OK . . . No false alarms. I'll report in again when I know more."
Sighing, she hung up the phone. Spending four months as a receptionist in a doctor's office had starkly underlined the reasons she had joined the Bureau in the first place. Her first job! She had expected things to be different.
Still, it was just about over . . .
In the now dark doctor's office, the answering machine continued to run for a moment and then it shut itself off. The small red light blinked . . . Blinked . . . Blinked . . . Indicating that it had captured a call to tape.
Friday afternoon.
Lisa and Anna had shown up right on time. They had the waiting room to themselves, as Nikki had canceled all of the other afternoon appointments as per the doctor's instructions.
"Doctor Astor will see you now." Nikki, smiling, led the mother and daughter into the fluorescent, sterile-white examination room. After seeing them settled in, she went through the back door into Dr. Astor's office.
"They're ready," She announced, handing the doctor a clipboard with the relevant files.
"Thank you." Dr. Astor took the clipboard, but appeared somewhat distracted. Shrugging, Nikki turned to leave. "That will be all for today Nikki," The doctor called after her. "I won't be
needing you anymore."
Frowning, Nikki turned to protest. "But doctor . . ."
"I said that will be all." All trace of distraction vanished as Jacqueline Astor focused her attention on her receptionist. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, doctor." Nikki acceded, all thoughts of disagreement melting away before her employer's anger. Without another word, she turned and left the office.
A few minutes later, she was out on the street in front of the office, debating whether or not to call Hender. 'Better wait,' She decided. Hender had instructed her that the Bureau would not be acting until they had learned all they could about the doctor's operations.
Special Agent Nikki Crawford decided that she would wait for a while and then head back into the office to check things out. If she was right about what was going to happen, the Bureau would learn plenty . . .
Lisa opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was. She didn't even remember falling asleep.
What had happened?
"Mommy!"
ANNA!
Lisa tried to sit up, but found that she was unable to do so; She was fastened down on the examination table by what felt like some sort of chain around her neck. Her hands and the rest of her body were free, but she was effectively held down by the neck chain.
"Anna," She cried, pulling uselessly at the chain around her neck. It began to choke her as she tugged at it. "Where are you?"
"Mommy!" This time the cry degenerated into a scream of pain. Desperately, Lisa turned her head to see what was happening to her daughter. If she twisted and pulled ‘effectively cutting off the passage of air through her windpipe.' The desperate mother was able to see her daughter at the other side of the room.
Anna was naked, held down on the lap of Dr. Astor who was now wearing nothing more than an unbuttoned white lab coat. The teenager twisted and squirmed weakly, but was unable to pull away from the evil woman, who fondled and abused her. One hand held tight in the struggling girl's curly blonde hair while the other roamed free over her body: First fondling and squeezing the girl's small, well-formed titties and then sliding down to her exposed crotch, pinching, prodding and then impossibly, inevitably sliding inside. Up until then, Anna didn't seem to have been struggling very hard (was she drugged?) But that got a reaction.
"MOM!"
"Anna!"
Lisa thrashed about on the examination table, struggling furiously to escape, but was unable to do anything other than watch helplessly as the woman; The doctor, casually took her young daughter's virginity. Anna started wailing as the doctor began sliding her finger roughly in and out of her dry pussy.
"No!"
This time, Lisa's cry of anguish brought a response. Dr. Astor brought her head up and looked over at the woman she earlier had chained down to the examination table. Lisa flinched back as she saw the strange, almost dazed look in the woman's glowing green eyes.
"Ah," The doctor smirked, "I see the BITCH is finally awake." She looked down at Anna, who had stopped fighting and was just sitting, limp and broken on her lap, and then back up at the mother. "Ready to join the fun?"
At the word 'bitch', Lisa felt a warm surge of . . . Of something (lust?) Flow through her body, starting in her pussy and spreading rapidly up through the rest of her body. What was happening to her?
The doctor, noticing the confused play of emotions across her victim's face, smirked.
"Did you like that you little SLUT?" She asked as she continued to rape Anna with her fingers.
The horrified mother again felt the impossible surge of lust. She struggled to close her legs, to keep her hands away from her crotch. To do anything to reject the feeling in her pussy, but it was no use. Laughing, Dr. Astor jerked her fingers out from where she had been sliding them in and out of Anna's bleeding pussy. Anna jerked in pain and started crying again. Pausing only to rub clean her bloody fingers on her sobbing victim's blonde hair, the doctor dumped the girl onto the floor and walked slowly across to the examination table, where the girl's mother was chained by the neck.
Lisa struggled madly, both to break free and to fight down the waves of unnatural lust crashing over her body. She lost both battles. Smirking at the woman's futile struggle, the doctor leaned over and put her face up close to her victim's fear-crazed eyes.
"You're enjoying this," She murmured, "Aren't you bitch?"
Another surge of sexual heat.
Lisa shook her head. "No . . ."
Dr. Astor slowly, excruciatingly, dragged one of her long, sharp, painted nails down the woman's trembling leg and onto her exposed pussy. Involuntarily, Lisa's legs closed on the hand, as if trying to suck it into her sopping cunt. The doctor obliged, sinking her finger deep inside and twisting it around. A few seconds later, she brought a shiny, wet finger up to the woman's face.
"Your pussy says otherwise," She whispered, "Have a taste." It was too much. Lisa clamped her mouth firmly shut and turned away. The doctor just smiled.
"Have a taste," She repeated. "Slut."
Lisa moaned in lust. 'Just one taste,' she thought. 'Just this once.' She had to do it! With a groan of defeat, she opened her mouth, her warm wet tongue lapping invitingly over her lower lip. Dr. Astor slid her finger in and Lisa was soon sucking avidly, now completely unable to resist the waves of lust that engulfed her body.
"That's right bitch," 'yesyesyesyesyes' The doctor crooned in a mock soothing voice. "You have a nice suck while I explain a few things." Lisa moaned as Dr. Astor slid her free hand down and began toying with her victim's sopping pussy. "I'm not really a doctor. At least, not the kind of doctor you came to see, I am - was - a psychiatrist, specializing in hypnosis. I lost my licence after a little . . . incident a few years back. You see, I have certain tastes. Tastes which my skill in hypnosis allowed me to indulge. It used to be just for my own pleasure, but since the college revoked my licence, I've been forced to find a new career."
All through this little speech, Lisa could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as the doctor fondled her body. She was now squirming on the examination table, sucking as hard as she could on the doctor's finger, trying desperately to cum. Dr. Astor, however, knew what she was doing. Every time Lisa started building towards an orgasm, she would pull her hand away.
Lisa would thrust her hips forward, desperate for the pressure against her pussy. Eventually, her excitement would die down, and the doctor would begin playing with her again.
"Now I'm a saleswoman," Dr. Astor continued. "I specialize in finding . . . And training . . . Bitches 'almosttherealmostthere' like you for certain customers . . ." Lisa wasn't even listening anymore. She had to cum. SHE HAD TO . . .
"And, of course, there's always a market for a mother and daughter team."
Lisa twisted and bucked under the doctor's expert hands . . .
"So, I've spent a little time in your head, setting things up for your training. Every time you hear certain words - bitch 'another', slut 'wave', whore 'of', cocksucker 'LUST!' and others 'OHGODOHGOD0OHGODOHGOD' you will feel uncontrollable lust." The doctor paused and looked down in satisfaction as the young mother twisted and whined on the examination table. "But you won't be able to cum . . . Ever. Until you hear one, certain word."
"Please . . . Please . . . Please . . ."
"Listen bitch !!!!!!, will you do what I say?"
"Please . . ."
"Whore. !!! Will you help me train your daughter? Will you help her become the same kind of cumslutbitchwhorecocksucker !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! as her mother?"
"YES! YES! YES . . . I'll help you turn her into whore, a bitch, a cocksucker . . . Anything . . . Just let me . . ."
Dr. Astor turned and looked over at Anna, who had been watching the activity on the examination table with wide, frightened eyes. Her pussy had stopped bleeding, but it still ached with the pain of the defilement. And now . . . What was her mother saying?
"Please . . . Please . . . PLEASE . . ."
Dr. Astor looked down and smiled. "OK. You can cum now, CUNT!"
"Arrghhh . . ." Lisa twisted and thrashed on the table, screaming with release as the orgasm which had been building up in her body for so long finally exploded in full force, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing through her body.
Dr. Astor nodded in satisfaction. The suggestions and responses she had implanted earlier were working perfectly. The first time was always the most difficult; After that, it became easier and easier until, finally, the subject would be completely addicted. Soon, Lisa would willingly - abjectly - do anything she was told; Anything at all in order to be allowed the release the orgasms would bring her.
This was going to be an easy one . . .
Heart pounding furiously, Nikki Crawford pushed the door open.
e completely addicted. Soon, Lisa would willingly - abjectly - do anything she was told; Anything at all in order to be allowed the release the orgasms would bring her.
This was going to be an easy one . . .