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.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.org/~foxbat/ where you can find all of my work.  This
is also available via ftp at ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/foxbat/


Feedback, comments, suggestions, etc are always welcomed and
appreciated at foxbat00@gmail.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 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



