Leo Partridge had six delectable daughters at home who needed constant discipline and training - at work, things were just as good!
In a society where men rule with a rod of rattan you’ll find two sorts of women – those born to be taken, enslaved and abused and those who are born to a wealthy man and need to be trained and disciplined for their future arranged marriage. Whereas both will feel the bite of the cane only wives are expected to display fidelity.
Leopold’s life brought him into contact with both – as an eminent surgeon he spent his days modifying and abusing the bodies of enslaved bitches owned by his wealthy contemporaries, whilst at home he had six daughters in need of constant discipline and training. He took his responsibilities seriously but considered his life to be as near perfect as any man could dare to hope for.
Author`s comment: Leo appeared briefly in the book, Bell’s Torment but I thought his unbridled malevolence deserved a larger stage. He turned out to be as vicious as he was troubled and as devious as he was mad…His story had to be told.
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Leopold Partridge donned the theatre greens proffered to him by his
young nurse and his attention momentarily shifted from the delights of
the naked, lifeless body laid out on his table to this peachy skinned
beauty. She couldn’t have been a day over eighteen yet she dared to
flash her long dark lashes at him.
‘Wait for me in my office,’ he snapped and she muffled her
assent through the face mask she was wearing, her big blue eyes now
registering fear.
Leo watched her go before turning his attention back to his
patient. In truth, he was glad to be rid of the girl and had she not
handed him a reason to dismiss her he would have invented one. He
liked to have the theatre to himself. It gave him time to get to know
his patients a little better; time to indulge in a little foreplay and
the sight of the inert bitch on his operating table today had already
stirred his cock. He stripped off his latex gloves and placed his cool
hands on the twin mounds of her breasts, familiarising himself with
his subject, kneading the plump flesh. She had a fine pair of tits –
well rounded and firm to the touch – with nipples that were pleasingly
hard yet curiously long. He tweaked each stiff bud and sampled its
wonderfully puckered texture with his tongue before moving on to the
honey pot between her legs.
Leo pushed her limp legs apart, spreading them wide so that her
pussy petals blossomed to reveal the nectar inside and with a lick of
his lips Leo plunged his face into her crotch, tracing the length of
her slit with his hot tongue, probing deep into her moist hole until
his cock swelled in his pants…and then he bit her, drawing blood from
the pink flesh of her inner labia and savouring the metallic taste on
his tongue before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and
donning a fresh pair of gloves. He had work to do before indulging
himself and was keen to prolong his enjoyment by saving the best until
last.
It was the girl’s belly that Leo’s steady hand guided his
scalpel to today.
Her owner had a hankering for fucking pregnant bitches and since
his wife had already produced him an heir and a spare, and he wanted
none of the hassle of rearing slave brats, he had sent his slave bitch
to Leopold to be neutered and modified.
Leo had first seen the girl over six months ago, when he had
snipped and tied her fallopian tubes before inserting an inflatable
pouch into her uterus with instruction for it to be inflated a little
each day until the required belly bulge had been achieved. Today she
was sporting the hugely swollen belly of a bitch well past her last
trimester, and he was pleased to note that her young skin had
stretched well, remaining unblemished by unsightly tears and taking on
an appealing tautness that had left her belly button little more than
a dimple on her swollen abdomen.
Leo ran his hands over the huge mound, wondering at the infinite
complexities of his client’s sexual fantasies and feeling almost God
like in his ability to mould, produce and deliver such a pleasurable
little toy. His skilled finger tips and trusty scalpel created reality
from even the wildest of dreams and satisfied every perverted lust
known to mankind. Leo was happy in his work – happy to be pleasing his
fellow men but happier still to be torturing the common bitches.
All he had to do today was deflate the bag and make an incision
at her bikini line so that it could be removed and replaced with the
more permanent nine month silicon implant chosen by her owner. These
implants weighed around fifteen pounds and would prove a constant
burden for the girl to haul around but it was this very fact that
appealed to her owner. He enjoyed watching his bitch struggle to haul
herself out of bed and got turned on by her ungainly waddle – for him,
it made fucking her all the more pleasurable and Leopold never
questioned the wishes of paying clients.
Leo took his own pleasure from creating her. His excitement came
in the act of mutilation; of disabling her. She was no more than a
common slut – the type who, given the opportunity, would have pushed
out sons at the drop of a hat and making her suffer made him feel
better about his own house full of useless daughters. They should all
have been married and the responsibility of someone else by now but
not one of them had inherited their mother’s grace or beauty and
finding husbands for the ungrateful brats was proving to be a real
headache. He would have happily sold them all but his wife wouldn’t
hear of it and Leo would never do anything to upset Elizabeth. She was
the only woman in the world who had the power to influence him and he
had given her that power because he trusted her implicitly.
This was a routine operation, his last of the day, and took less
than an hour to complete. Once he had stitched her up and covered the
small, neat wound with a dressing Leo moved around to her head,
lowered the table and pulled out his bent little cock just in time to
empty his seed into the bitch’s gaping mouth. Leo stood with his
shrinking dick pushed into her mouth and cursed his useless organ. He
had suffered from premature ejaculation since an unsuccessful attempt
to lengthen his own cock in med school had gone horribly wrong and
left him with irreparable nerve damage so that even when he got an
erection his cock seemed to double back on its self rather than
lengthen. It was an inhibiting cross that he didn’t bear well and had,
in part, been the cause of his hatred of women. He belonged to a
society that worshipped virility and the ability to produce sons –
sometimes he felt like an impostor but his surgical skills and well
disciplined family gave him the kudos he craved. The rest of his life
was carefully managed to hide his inadequacies.
Leo shrugged off his greens and pulled off his cap, catching
sight of his reflection in the mirror as he passed by. His mass of
short blonde curls had remained plastered to his head and appeared to
give him the look of a serial killer so Leo ran his long, slender
fingers across his scalp, worrying the hair back to life. At sixty he
should have outgrown such vanity and perhaps become a little more
comfortable in his own skin but he hadn’t and only now was he ready to
head towards his office, and the cute little nurse who would be
waiting there for him with a rising sense of dread.
She stood up as he entered. Without her theatre greens and
dressed only in short white T shirt and cotton panties, she looked
even younger. Leo licked his lips as his eyes fell to the delectable
twin bulges in the skimpy garment which denoted her plump sex lips and
she shifted nervously under his scrutinising gaze. She didn’t look
quite so confident now.
Leo sat and pushed his chair out from his desk.
‘Take off your panties and bend over my knee.’
She looked shocked and opened her mouth as if to protest.
‘DO IT NOW,’ he bellowed and the girl shot into action like a
frightened rabbit, quickly peeling off her tight panties and nervously
prostrating herself across his knee.
Leo could feel her body trembling – could feel the nervous
pulsing of her belly against his cock and he hesitated, wanting to
prolong the intimate pleasure as he examined the silky smoothness of
her pert, young buttocks. He was sorely tempted to part them and make
an exploratory examination of her tight little sphincter with his
finger but her crime didn’t warrant such an intimate intrusion…this
time, so he flattened his right hand and brought it down on her rump
with the well practiced action of an expert in the administration of
corporal punishment.
The girl jerked in his lap, the friction of her movement
awakening the crooked little beast in his pants, and she yelped.
Leo struck her again, thwacking her left buttock to match the
rosy glow that now permeated the right orb and she jerked again,
grabbing at his leg with her delicate little fingers to steady herself
on his bony lap. He imagined those tiny fingers wrapped around his
cock, slipping up and down its length as she knelt before him with her
mouth cruelly clamped open in readiness to accept his seed and he had
to regulate his breathing.
He repeated the procedure twice more, sending her little body
into a delightful spasm of jerks and yelps that had him on the
precipice of ejaculating in his pants but he wanted the girl to be
absolutely sure that punishing her had made him good and hard. It
would give her a false sense of superiority that he would enjoy
beating out of her if she dared to whore herself in front of him
again. And if by chance she thought his reluctance to fuck her was
anything other than professional conduct, the feel of his hard cock
would dispel that thought.
‘Now get dressed,’ he told her sternly, ‘and never let me see
you in my theatre wearing mascara again.’
Her accusing eyes suddenly registered understanding of her crime
and she sniffed and wiped away a tear as she stepped back into her
panties.
‘I’m sorry sir,’ she mumbled, her cheeks almost as red as her
ass now.
Leo dismissed her with a cursory wave of his hand and lit a cigar. He
would have dearly loved to have forced her to suck on his dick but the
thought of her choking on his thrusting length of meat would have to
remain just that. How ironic, Leo thought, that he should be heralded
as a figure of fidelity when his dreams were filled with the opposite
thoughts. Would they still think of him as their hero if they knew how
he abused his anaesthetised patients, he wondered. And would a society
that kept commoners as slaves and ruled their own wives by the power
of their cocks understand why he loved a wife who chose to wear a
chastity belt rather than partake in an unsatisfactory sex life with
him?
Leo’s family brought him both immeasurable pleasure and acute
irritation in almost equal measures. Structure was important to him
and he left the hospital knowing that Elizabeth would have a meal
ready for him and that Darius, the son she had finally produced after
lumbering him with six useless daughters, would be studying for his
final exams whilst the girls – Leo smiled as the image of their
frightened faces filled his head – yes, the girls would be lined up
outside his study anticipating their disciplining. A task he always
found agreeable and one that almost made the thankless task of raising
daughters worthwhile. But before dealing with them he badly needed to
feel a pair of appreciative, non judgemental lips wrapped around his
useless cock.
