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Authors: Ian Redman
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a trance, the man’s eyes became transfixed with the images in front of him, the woman’s tongue licking the sweat off his body, the aromatic smell of her perfume assaulting, yet stimulating his senses.
There, on the screen, a gagged, naked young man on her operating table, the straps holding him down securely, his body shaved and spread-eagle across the frame of the cold white table. The camera angle was perfect! Now, over to the left, in she came, pushing her small steel trolley, complete with her surgical instruments. “This was about half way through his treatment. He was screaming far too much during surgery, so I had to keep him quiet.” The man in the chair nodded, his penis rigid, the figure on the table frantically struggling against the straps as the white gowned physician continued her surgery, her unwilling patient’s high pitched, pitiful screaming still being heard, even under the gag.
Such exquisite artistry!
The phone rang again! She looked at him, gasped, then paused the recording, the look in his eyes telling her…this time the phone must be answered. Yes, she knew that look, he was becoming fearfully angry. He could only be pushed so far! Only once had she seen him in full anger and it had terrified even her.
No…never again!
In seconds, the phone was in her hands, the word ‘ORATZ’ flashing once again on the facia, her finger hastily pressing the mobile’s send-receive button. “Wilhelm,” her voice was sultry, but antagonistic, “how are you?”
“LANA! I HOPE YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THOSE STUPID FUCKING GAMES WITH HIM? NOT AT THIS TIME!” Wilhelm Oratz’s voice was loud, and violent.
A long, deep sigh exhaled from the woman’s luscious lips, “Wilhelm, I can play my games with Otto whenever, and wherever I want.” A torrent of abuse filled her ear.
Walking over to the man in the chair, she unfastened the buckles of the gag and removed it. “I’ll hold the phone for you,” she whispered, her eyes alight with depraved thoughts. Smiling, then licking her lips again, she put the handset near to her lover’s left ear.
“Wilhelm?”
“Otto, what are you doing at this important time, playing those stupid, sadistic games with that bitch?”
The man in the chair knew his closest friend and confidante was not amused. “I am afraid I had no choice in the matter!”
“So,” Oratz’s voice was venomous, “another of her spiteful tricks. I hate the fucking bitch!”
“You hate all women, my friend.” The restrained man’s lips curled slightly upwards into an evil leer, his gaze searching that of his tormentors.
The beautiful physician was still smiling, but not at him, her imagination blatantly wandering to the couple’s large, luxurious house on the outskirts of Paris. The house itself was pleasantly secluded, away from the main core of humanity that is normally associated with France’s capital city. Otto had paid a fortune to secretly transform the cellar into an operating theatre for their sadistic games. The physician sighed, revelling in the dark thoughts of her experiments with the lone, kidnapped tourists, surgically torturing them, slowly, agonisingly…to death. Pleasantly amused, she imagined Wilhelm Oratz, naked and secured on the gleaming, metallic, white table. God! How she would love to make the bastard suffer before she killed him. How she despised him and the hold he had on her lover. Just the very thought of the pain she could unleash on his body caused her to moisten between her legs. Yes…such a pleasant fantasy! Gently, passionately, her lips kissed the man in the chair as he continued his conversation.
“So, I await your update on Phase One my friend. I have certainly enjoyed watching the news reports.”
On the other end of the phone, Wilhelm Oratz laughed sadistically. “Yes, I am sure you have my Fuhrer. Phase One is complete, a thorough success.”
Smiling with pride, the man in the chair spoke again. “Good, you have all done
There, on the screen, a gagged, naked young man on her operating table, the straps holding him down securely, his body shaved and spread-eagle across the frame of the cold white table. The camera angle was perfect! Now, over to the left, in she came, pushing her small steel trolley, complete with her surgical instruments. “This was about half way through his treatment. He was screaming far too much during surgery, so I had to keep him quiet.” The man in the chair nodded, his penis rigid, the figure on the table frantically struggling against the straps as the white gowned physician continued her surgery, her unwilling patient’s high pitched, pitiful screaming still being heard, even under the gag.
Such exquisite artistry!
The phone rang again! She looked at him, gasped, then paused the recording, the look in his eyes telling her…this time the phone must be answered. Yes, she knew that look, he was becoming fearfully angry. He could only be pushed so far! Only once had she seen him in full anger and it had terrified even her.
No…never again!
In seconds, the phone was in her hands, the word ‘ORATZ’ flashing once again on the facia, her finger hastily pressing the mobile’s send-receive button. “Wilhelm,” her voice was sultry, but antagonistic, “how are you?”
“LANA! I HOPE YOU’RE NOT PLAYING THOSE STUPID FUCKING GAMES WITH HIM? NOT AT THIS TIME!” Wilhelm Oratz’s voice was loud, and violent.
A long, deep sigh exhaled from the woman’s luscious lips, “Wilhelm, I can play my games with Otto whenever, and wherever I want.” A torrent of abuse filled her ear.
Walking over to the man in the chair, she unfastened the buckles of the gag and removed it. “I’ll hold the phone for you,” she whispered, her eyes alight with depraved thoughts. Smiling, then licking her lips again, she put the handset near to her lover’s left ear.
“Wilhelm?”
“Otto, what are you doing at this important time, playing those stupid, sadistic games with that bitch?”
The man in the chair knew his closest friend and confidante was not amused. “I am afraid I had no choice in the matter!”
“So,” Oratz’s voice was venomous, “another of her spiteful tricks. I hate the fucking bitch!”
“You hate all women, my friend.” The restrained man’s lips curled slightly upwards into an evil leer, his gaze searching that of his tormentors.
The beautiful physician was still smiling, but not at him, her imagination blatantly wandering to the couple’s large, luxurious house on the outskirts of Paris. The house itself was pleasantly secluded, away from the main core of humanity that is normally associated with France’s capital city. Otto had paid a fortune to secretly transform the cellar into an operating theatre for their sadistic games. The physician sighed, revelling in the dark thoughts of her experiments with the lone, kidnapped tourists, surgically torturing them, slowly, agonisingly…to death. Pleasantly amused, she imagined Wilhelm Oratz, naked and secured on the gleaming, metallic, white table. God! How she would love to make the bastard suffer before she killed him. How she despised him and the hold he had on her lover. Just the very thought of the pain she could unleash on his body caused her to moisten between her legs. Yes…such a pleasant fantasy! Gently, passionately, her lips kissed the man in the chair as he continued his conversation.
“So, I await your update on Phase One my friend. I have certainly enjoyed watching the news reports.”
On the other end of the phone, Wilhelm Oratz laughed sadistically. “Yes, I am sure you have my Fuhrer. Phase One is complete, a thorough success.”
Smiling with pride, the man in the chair spoke again. “Good, you have all done
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