Message-ID: <43165asstr$1056960602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <the_foxbat@hotmail.com> X-Originating-Email: [the_foxbat@hotmail.com] From: "The Foxbat" <the_foxbat@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <Law9-F903tmCVT9Bqlq0000b432@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 30 Jun 2003 04:08:42.0013 (UTC) FILETIME=[4ABCBCD0:01C33EBD] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2003 00:08:41 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} *NEW* The Doctor 01 (mf nc snuff) by Foxbat Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2003 04:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43165> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates *NEW* The Doctor 01 (mf nc snuff) by Foxbat The Doctor 01 (mf nc snuff) by Foxbat Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional, and bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life. This story contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor. Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered. For previous parts, or other stories of mine, please check out http://assm.asstr-mirror.org. You can search by title or author, or just browse. Happy reading. Thanks to ASSTR, I also have a website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/foxbat/www/ where you can find all of my work. This is also available via ftp at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/foxbat/ Feedback, comments, suggestions, etc are always welcomed and appreciated at the_foxbat@hotmail.com "Subject appears to have been white female in her 20's...." Walker moved slowly around the body, his eyes sweeping over it in the darkened room. "Subject is naked except for a stilettos, stockings and garter belt. Her hands and legs appear to be tied to the table with what looks like bailing wire. Her wrists and ankles are bruised, and bleeding in some places where the wire cut in. Subject appears to have struggled." Fortunately, the body hadn't yet started to smell - it was, in fact, still warm to the touch, as Walker discovered when he accidentally brushed against the girl's arm while examining the coils of wire which had bound her to the table. "Subject's breasts were also bound with bailing wire." Walker had trouble taking his eyes off the girl's breasts. The perpetrator had carefully wrapped several rounds of wire around each tit, causing the girl's otherwise normal breasts to bulge into lewd orbs of flesh, colored dark purple from the tightness of the wire. The way the girl was tied to the table, her breasts looked like obscene missiles pointed at the sky. In spite of himself, walker felt his penis harden. Moving down the corpse, Walker continued to narrate, "Subject appears to have been raped, possibly multiple times, both vaginally and anally." Semen, lube and blood and congealed into a pinkish slime which oozed from the girl's orifices, which were still gaping open. The girl's buttocks were streaked with welts, most likely caused by the bent coat hanger lying next to her on the table. On the floor lay a beer bottle, also covered in the slime. Images flashed into Walker's mind of the rapist shoving the bottle up the girl's cunt as he ravaged her ass. Trying to repress the images, Walker moved to the girl's head. Neglecting to use her mouth, the perp had plugged it with a bright red ball-gag. Walker glanced around as he pushed his growing erection back down. Once upon a time, he'd been a decent man with a wife he loved dearly, and a darling daughter. He'd been a homicide detective since he'd joined the force right out of college. He'd been good at it too, but there is only so far one can go in such jobs, and when there was an opening for a promotion by moving to Vice, he'd taken it. The extra money had made a big difference to the family - his daughter was now enrolled at the local private school, since the public schools in the area weren't what they once were. Walker had always thought of himself as a pretty average guy. He liked boobies as much as the next man, but had never really been into anything kinky. The job was just getting to him, he thought, stealing another look at the bound girl on the table. This particular crime was, he suspected, was committed by a serial rapist known as the Doctor around the office. They called him the Doctor for the precision of this work and the bizarre implements they occasionally found at the scenes of his work. He was clearly a very methodical man, fascinated with the extraordinary mental anguish and physical pain he caused his victims. Or so the shrinks said. This was the third rape/killing Walker had personally seen, although he'd read the files for all the others. Reading the files and working the cases had become almost a second sex education for Walker - he'd never heard of such things as felching or fisting or known that such things as nipple clamps and butt plugs existed before. At each scene, the Doctor used new toys, always leaving them behind for the detectives to pore over. Walker, as is not uncommon for such detectives working such cases, sometimes felt a personal connection to the killer - as if the killer was deliberately trying to expand his horizons and introduce him to the pleasure of such twisted activities. And not without some success. Walker looked both ways before retiring from the scene of the crime. Closing his eyes as he walked out the door, images of the girl painted themselves on his eyelids. He imagined her struggling, imagined the cries of desperation as he slashed into her bound breasts with the coat hanger, imagined the feel of her tight vagina gripping and massaging his cock as he strangled her with the bailing wire. He'd read that the death throes were quite pleasurable when experienced in such a way. After retiring to the restroom to masturbate to images which would make the Doctor proud, Walker sank down in the his desk chair. Looking past a picture of his wife and daughter smiling, he wondered what had caused this change in himself. More (and more interesting) to come.... ----------------- So its been a while, but inspiration time and energy are all rare things. It being summer once more, and me being single (at least for the time being) both bode well for this hobby. Hopefully there will be a few more parts to this story, and a few continuations of some others left hanging for a while. As always, I love to hear what you think (the_foxbat at hotmail dot com), good or bad. Yours Foxbat _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: smart spam protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+