The Doctor (as requested)

Posted by Stephanie on January 04, 20010 at 16:43:21:

It was nearly noon when Mila Kunis found herself sitting on an examanation table in her doctor's office. The table was actually built into the wall so she would lean back against the wall and it was sort of comfortable except for the cold temperature. The small raven haired goddess flashed a smile when she heard the doorknob turn. She looked up as a tall man in a white coat walked in.
"You're not Doctor Walker." gasped Mila.
"No, Ms. Kunis. I'm Doctor Hardin, I'm on call today."
Mila sort of relaxed at that statement. The doctor opened a manila folder and looked at Mila's chart.
"Chest cold you think." said the doctor.
"I've been coughing for three days and it feels like brick sitting on my chest, so, that's a fair guess." said Mila.
He walked over to the table with all his tools on it and picked up a stethascope.
"Would you mind unbuttoning your blouse?" he asked as he picked up the little rubber headed hammer an slid it into his sleeve where Mila couldn't see it.
Mila kind of shivered as she pulled her white silk blouse of her jeans and unbuttoned it all the way down, then let it fall open.
"Why are doctor's office's so cold?" whimpered Mila.
"Why do people trust their doctors so much?" asked the doctor as he turned toward her.
Mila's eyes widened as he used his left hand to pull her blouse open and his right hand to shove the pointed end of the hammer into her big belly button. He hit the rubber head with the heel of his left hand driving it all the way into her guts. Mila just sat there wide eyed not believing she had just been fatally wounded by a doctor. The doctor reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a silenced pistol. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Mila's shoulders slammed back into the wall as bullets bounced her tits.
"My favorite sound, the impact of a human body on dry wall." said the doctor as Mila slid down on the table and lay on her side.

Rafe Hardin went down the hall to the next room where Emma Watson actually lay on the table. The British brunette had been waiting for nearly and hour and bored herself to sleep. He picked up a roll of surgical tape and wound some around her pants legs just above her ankles, doing it just tight enough not to wake her, but when she did come to she would not be able to run away. Then much to his surprise Emma actually raised her hands over her head as she moaned slightly reacting to a dream. He quickly looped the tape around her wrists three times before she awakened enough to realize what was happening, then looped the tape around one of the legs of the chair, keeping her hands steady over her head.
"You can't do this to me!" whimpered Emma as he unbuttoned her blouse and lay it open.
He lay his hand over her navel, then his other hand over it as one would do to begin CPR. He pushed down hard on her gut and Emma wheezed as all the air was pushed from her body.
"This procedure in the right place is suppose to keep the heart beating, I wonder what it would do here over all this soft tissue."
Emma moaned with each compression until finally she felt something give inside.
"Oh bugger!" gasped Emma as she raised her head up and looked down.
He stopped the compression and ran his hand lightly along her pale belly.
"Yep, I mucked something up in there pretty good." said Rafe in a fake cockney accent.
Tears began to run from Emma's eyes as she tasted blood in her mouth.
"You just lay here and be a good girl, " he gently patted her belly and Emma winced in agony, "You'll bleed to death in oh say a day or so." said Rafe.
Emma whined as he walked out the door leaving her to die a slow and agonizing death.

Rafe walked down the hall to the next room where Megan Fox smiled as she hopped out of a chair beside the table. She stuck out her tongue as she jumped up on the bed.
"Come on, Doc, I don't need an examination, just a new prescription." said Megan.
"What could possibly be wrong with the most perfect specimen of womanhood walking the planet today?" asked Rafe.
"I just don't sleep good at nights. I'm sure it's my charts. I just need a refill of the meds that Doctor Walker gave me last time." said Megan.
"I don't know if I can do that without an examination."
Megan flashed a flirty smile as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Oh then exam away, doctor." said Megan as she unbuttoned the top of her jeans.
Megan arched her back and leaned her back, letting her blouse fall open making her what bra stand out against her bronzed body.
"I do have an old sleep aid in my coat pocket actually. Just close your eyes and take a deep breath." said Rafe.
Megan looked a little confused, but slowly closed her eyes and took in a slow deep breath. Megan never saw him draw the pistol from his coat, but she heard the three quick puffs of air as he fired three bullets into her belly.
"Oh my God!" gasped Megan as she looked down.
Pfft. Pfft. Megan raised her hands and slammed into the wall as bullets tore into her tits. She slid down to lay on her side staring blankly at the "doctor" who had killed her.

Rafe walked across the hall to where Scarlett Johannson sat on the table with her head leaned back against the wall listening to her Ipod. Rafe walked over to the table and picked up two scalpels from the back of the table. Scarlett had her eyes closed and didn't even acknowledge he was in the room. He stuck the first scalpel in Scarlett's belly and the second quickly under her left tit. Scarlett's whole body stiffened and she let out a quick:
"Oh! Uhhhhh!"
Her eyes opened, then rolled upward as she slumped over to her side, never even loosing the earplugs out of her ears.

Amy Adams was getting fed up with waiting for the doctor and was about to grab the door when Rafe opened it. He walked in, put the silencer of his gun in the pit of Amy's stomach and fired off three shots.
"Oh shit!" gulped Amy as she bent a little.
"No, just shot." answered Rafe.
Amy stumbled back with her hands folded over the wound. Pfft. Amy's head snapped back as a bullet hit just above her left eyebrow. She staggered back and flopped into a chair in front of the table. She sat staring blankly up at the ceiling with a little blood running from the bullet hole into her hair.

Rafe walked down the hall to the last waiting room where Michelle Rodriguez lay on the table on her side, curled up in pain with her hands folded on her belly.
"Let me guess, you're not here for a headache?" asked Rafe.
"No shit! Why do I always get the brilliant quacks?" groaned Michelle.
Rafe walked over to the table and gently rolled Michelle over on her back. Michelle kept her legs bent up on the table and protested with a whimper as he moved her hands. He opened her blouse and let it fall open on either side of her. She ground her teeth and tried not to let out a sound as he ran his fingers around her belly button, pushing in slightly at various points that he knew would hurt.
"Well doc, what is it? It feels like I have a bellyful of nails." groaned Michelle.
"It's a mild poison. Makes your bellyache for a few days, then passes through your system. I thought it would be enough to get you to a doctor's office when I put it in your drink last night." said Rafe.
He reached over on the table and picked up a scalpel.
"It makes you weak as a kitten too, otherwise, given your personality, you would have hit me for that revelation." said Rafe.
Michelle's eyes widened as he slid the scalpel in below her sternum. Michelle mewled as he cut a slit straight down the middle of her abdomen. He stopped right before he got to Michelle's big round navel.
"This is the hard part, Michelle, kind of hard to go through a belly button so I like to go around." he said.
Michelle whimpered as he cut around her navel and down to the top of her jeans. He bent over and kissed Michelle's forehead.
"I really would have rather just put a bullet in the back of your head and not have you suffer, but someone out there really doesn't like you and wants your death to be both gruesome and painful."
He put one hand on Michelle's hip and the other on her shoulder.
"No! no! no! no! no!" cried Michelle as he began to turn her over on her side.
Her whole body lurched and she let out a gagging sound as her insides poured out of her opened belly. Her big dark brown eyes rolled upward as she went limp.

Rafe walked out of that room and back to where Emma still lay whimpering and squirming.
"Oh God just let me die. It hurts! It hurts so bad." whined Emma.
Rafe drew his gun and fired a two shots into Emma's boobs. She looked down in shock, then her head sank back to the table with her eyes rolled upward.

Rafe went to the office and took of his lab coat, put in a fresh clip, and picked up a double barrelled sawn off shotgun from the corner. He walked out to the waiting room where he found it empty except for Kristen Bell, who sat reading a decade old magazine.
"Ms. Bell." said Rafe.
"Is the doctor ready for me?" asked Kristen hopefully.
Rafe pulled up the shotgun and cocked both barrels.
"I'm afraid not Ms. Bell."
"Oh Lord no!" gasped Kristen.
"I'm afraid it is your time Ms. Bell."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" asked Kristen.
"Just a reminder that there's only one place that a person named Bell should be shot." said Rafe.
"Oh fuck!" gulped Kristen.
The small gun echoed in the room and Kristen flew back three feet into the wall as two shotgun slugs literally blew her belly open. She slid to the floor and lay motionless staring up at the ceiling