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A Zoo... for You.

Novel By: Spyguy
Erotica



Because I've included much of this story in the comments section, you'll miss much of what the story is about if you don't read the chapter summaries for each chapter...

Menagerie of a zoo...

(A summary at the start of each chapter...) View table of contents...


Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Submitted:Jan 29, 2014    Reads: 305    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


Standing in the doorway at the Clinic:

"WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU IMBECILE...DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD GO OVER TO HONEY'S HOUSE FOR OVER THREE WHOLE HOURS & HAVE ME NOT NOTICE THAT YOU WERE GONE? DID YOU DISHONOR HER IN ANYWAY YOU PERVERTED SICK BASTARD? WE ARE DOING REAL, HONEST TO GOODNESS, EXPERIMENTS HERE & YOU TAKE A CHANCE OF GOING & GETTING OUR FUNDING CUT FROM THE SCHOOL & THE INSTITUTION BOTH BY MESSING AROUND WITH OUR MOST PROMISING PATIENT? WHAT IN THE WORLD HAS GONE WRONG WITH YOU? NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO PUNISH YOU... I SIMPLY CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU, EVEN YOU, COULD BE SO STUPID... NOW GET OVER HERE & LAY DOWN ON THIS TABLE FOR YOUR MEDICINE YOU NASTY, LITTLE LECHEROUS BOY..."

("Oh crap...", I thought," as I walked into the clinic & Tom was right there shouting in my face... "I'm going to be done-for now...")

Hanging my head I walked over & laid myself down on the same table that sweet Honey had been strapped to just a few short hours before... That gave me courage, & I thought; "I can take whatever he dishes out", but then, I remembered, he wasn't mad at her, & she represents money to him... It was in this thought that I reanalyzed my thoughts as he strapped my wrists & ankles to the gurney... That's when he rolled me into the lab, & I began to pray in earnest...

"I've told you many times before as I've caught you trying to self-pleasure yourself, that all of these little squigglers are mine now that you work here, & you don't have the right to just give them away to whatever harlot you find on the street... So now, you've gotten so bold as to try to get away with ruining our whole future by getting our lab shut down, & maybe even getting us both thrown into prison? For what? Just so that you can spray your seeds into an unprotected garden? What's the matter with you? Have you gone completely crazy?" He said this as he grabbed the scalpel & cut my hospital pants all the way down from my waist to the bottom of the legs, then went over to the other side of the gurney & did the same thing to the other pant leg before ripping them off of my body & away from the protecting of my privates, & proceeded to do the same to one side of my shirt ripping it away as well, & then I knew what was coming as sure as I lived... "I always try to show my trust in you, & look how you turn around reward me... You dishonor my trust, & betray me by going & using that tool of yours on a patient & by so doing you endanger us both in an ill-thought moment of selfish lust... Well this time you're going to pay dearly for it, & I hope that you can learn a lesson that you'll never forget..."

"But Doctor Tom, it's not what you think..., I never..." I try to plead with him, hoping that he'll listen to me. "...You know what happens to you if you talk back to me you little worm..." he says as he reaches into the saltwater tank & pulls out the eel that I already knew was coming... "NOOOOO, PLEEEASE, NOO, YOU CAN'T... PLEASE..." I scream as I feel the teeth sink into my arm... "Dr..., Tom, let me... explain... What happ..."

I started to try to tell him what I had done, but the venom was so quickly absorbed into my neuro-system, that I was at that point, too completely intoxicated & drugged into the numbing state of the artificially induced coma that Dr. Tom's electric eel causes, to be able to explain anything... And he somehow thought that was extremely funny..., For he let out an extremely evil, earth-shatteringly loud laugh... A gut wrenching, horrendous laugh... Something right out of a horror movie...

I had to just watch, horrified, as he smeared the ointment on my chest, nipples, and even... Oh yeah, he's a sick bastard... He then pulled out the oxygen mask, strapped it to my face, & laughing again at my attempts to mouth the words that my brain is screaming... He used the lift to lift me into the tank with the octopus... I knew what was coming next... Tentacles wrapped over my nipples, requiring the impossible, (Yet we both knew it was not, since he'd been sick enough to have had this monster do it to me before, to draw out my man-milk... The pain so intense that it feels as though your soul is being drawn out through your chest, yet it also feels like a miracle accomplishment when it's finished... Yes, he has done this to me as well...) One tentacle in back, forcing my sphincter muscle to loosen up, forcing me open enough & then continuing it's invasive path into my body to probe until it's stimulating my prostate, which I don't even get to enjoy, because of the neuro-toxin flowing within my body from that damned eel... Another of those eight arms, the modified one, the one with the huge sucker, insistently sucking at my, now fully erect, 15" long member, the curse & blessing of my life, which, now has started pulsating with those emissions that he so gleefully collects to make that damnable ointment that does such wonderful/terrible things... He's going to be collecting from me for probably a full half hour maybe even more..., Then afterwards, as I know from experience, it'll be leaving me in such intense residual pain in my balls that for three days or more, they'll ache as they feverishly work to replace all of the millions of sperm ejaculated as a result of such ardent stimulation of my system for such an extended period of time... This is one of the "Good Dr. Tom's" most regrettable ways of punishing me when he knows he has reason to be able to get away with it... I have nightmares still from the last time he did this to me... Usually I'm uncomfortable when he's done with my punishment,, but this time I know that the next three days are going to be unbearable for me, I'm going to be irritable, nauseous, angry, & that I won't have any desire for sex for at least a week, but then even after that when the desire does come back, it'll come with more than a major vengeance... I'll probably be almost ready to rip off clothing & take what I need...And I also know that this time, as has always been, the case, he will be waiting for that precise moment to be there to collect his usual specimen to be able to sell to his sources & I know that, aside from killing him, or having him put in jail, there is nothing that I can do about it at all...

My only thought at this point... Is this all that he is going to do to punish me, or is there even more than this... Well, in my present state, & condition, there isn't anything I can do about it anyway... And worse, I am not even going to get to enjoy it... And then there is the impending wedding, on one hand, my life has been full of misery & pain until Honey came along, but now, I'm finally having something go my way, & then this... And the worse part, I won't even be able to tell Honey why I can't perform & be there for her on her wedding night for our planned honeymoon, since I'll be in so much pain... AAARRRG... I want to tear him to pieces... But, wait... I have an idea...

Well, my dears, what do you think of Ed's frustration, & the mess he's gotten into? Shall we continue to make him suffer, or has he suffered enough?





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