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.
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