The first is by The Christmas Quiet by RGE or Lupus (the same producer changed name) with Renata Sukova and Michaela Trmotova. The second I have no idea about. The third looks very much like RGE-Lupus and we see Michaela again. The man also is frequent there.
GIMMPs: Girls in Merciless Medical Perils
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Yes, all the pics were taken from old LUPUS (RGE) movies (with added captions of my own) but I can no longer find the original tittles.
The following pics are from the same source:
The following pics are from the same source:
Re: GIMMPs: Girls in Merciless Medical Perils
Please indulge me - a poorly written fictional story featuring some medical procedures to a beautiful athlete who falls into the hands of a sadistic surgeon. Will anyone save her from her final fate?
The backstory of the surgeon is here:
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... 510#p33542
And also here:
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... 543#p33543
The surgeon has more victims on her wishlist, and is welcome to suggestions..
The Canadian heptathlete caught her eye with her dazzling smile on a post race TV interview, and she quickly joined the thousands of others following her on Instagram. The images showed her displaying her muscular body around the world in a variety of glamorous locations, and the surgeon immediately she knew she had to have her, women like Georgia were the type of women for whom she built her basement facility all those years ago.
A cross-border transfer always incurred more fees, but she felt it was justified to get her hands on this exquisite specimen, she could always re-coup some of the expenses from the athlete’s unwilling body later, a process which had it’s own special appeal to the professional surgeon in her.
It took several months to arrange, but eventually the athlete was dangling by her wrists in her basement, the wait was extended as the young woman had travelled overseas for some athletic meets, but this had only heightened the anticipation of the arrival of her unwilling guest..
Georgia had been captured from her home, and still wore the underwear she had been captured in, her exquisite body looking every bit as toned and enticing as it did on her Instagram stories as she dangled there unconscious, blissfully unaware of the horrors which awaited her. Her captors had followed her instructions to the letter, packing the contents of her laundry basket along with the bound athlete, the surgeon had taken great pleasure in selecting a particularly salt encrusted pair of lycra running shorts with which to stuff her mouth before binding her and hanging her by her wrists. Once she was satisfied, she administered the drugs to begin reviving her athletic captive.
Georgia had struggled mightily against her restraints from the moment she had awoken, every muscle on her exquisite body was beautifully defined as she strained and thrashed in her bonds, sweat beading on her taut skin before running down her body from her exertions and forming growing pools beneath both her dangling toes.
Once she had calmed enough to be able to listen, the surgeon explained to the ill-fated young athlete that her career, and life as she knew it was over. She was now many, many miles from home where she would never be found, had no chance for escape, and that she could expect no mercy from her captor.
Her body was no longer her own, and she would be spending what was left of her life being tortured for the exclusive pleasure of someone else.
Once her body was spent, her organs would be harvested to be sold on the black market and her remains would be encased in concrete and buried in an unmarked pit, never to be found..
She left the terrified young woman alone, wide-eyed to give her time to process this information, taking in the horror of her surroundings – the restraints, surgical instruments, cameras, and some videos playing on screen of some highlights of her previous victims..
Over the next few days she enjoyed the young athlete’s body immensely, exploring it inside and out, tracing every muscle and sinew as she hung there unable to resist.
She used the bound athlete’s taut abdomen as a punchbag, although she couldn’t risk doing too much damage as her kidneys and liver were going to make a significant contribution towards the cost of her capture, and she didn’t want to risk any damage to them.
It wasn’t ideal, but it was a trade-off she had to make. Thankfully her clitoris and nipples had no such restrictions, and these were mercilessly bitten, pierced and burned, Georgia’s capacious lungs filling the basement with deafening screams.
It wasn’t all fun, there was still some work to do to get her ready for what was to come. She collected several units of blood from the young woman in case any of the upcoming procedures ended with unexpected blood loss, and although her muscular captive’s body was wonderful entertainment for her, after a week or so of tasting, exploring and abusing it every way imaginable she had to turn her thoughts to re-cooping some of the expenses she had incurred in obtaining her latest plaything.
A new process she was going to attempt with her latest captive was the process of extracting her eggs. As soon as she arrived, she had been administering drugs to Georgia to stimulate her ovaries to produce eggs much faster than normal.
Regular recipients of egg donations would pay tens of thousands of dollars for viable eggs – and some of her contacts would pay many times this for the DNA of a beautiful international athlete like the one currently in her basement
Georgia had been in constant bondage since her arrival, either hanging by her wrists or confined in the dreadful steel box when the surgeon wasn’t present. She was usually drugged to allow the surgeon to move her without having to overpower the strong athlete – even though she was weakened as she’d only received fluids and nourishment through nutrient enemas, she was still a strong, powerful woman who would seize any opportunity to escape.
The surgical table had always been in the room, an ominous threat of things to come, and today was the day Georgia finally awoke strapped down to it, her legs elevated and spread wide apart, tightly strapped down into gynecological stirrups. Georgia had been sexually violated many times since her arrival in the basement, but she knew something was different this time, and the strained against her restraints, keenly aware of how what a vulnerable position her genitalia were in.
The surgeon enjoyed explaining what she was about to do to her victims, particularly when a medical procedure was involved as it gave her victims time to process the trauma of what was about to happen to them.
Today’s procedure was also particularly special as she was about to extract Georgia’s DNA in the most intimate way possible.
She explained to Georgia the procedure that she was about to perform on her, and what she was going to do with her eggs once they were extracted, the young woman’s struggles against the straps holding her becoming more frantic as the surgeon showed her the large syringe that was going to be inserted deep inside her body. She was also sure to explain to the helplessly restrained athlete that she would never bear her own children as she would never leave this room, but she might well be the genetic mother to many children out there in the world who would never know her, causing the young woman to shed bitter tears at the sheer horror and the helplessness of her situation.
Normally, willing donors were sedated for the uncomfortable process of egg harvesting, but she felt no need to show any kindness to her captive, instead tightening all her straps another notch before inserting the ultrasound probe unceremoniously into her vagina, locating her ovaries and using a large hypodermic needle to retrieve the helpless woman’s ova.
The process could be repeated every 5 to 10 days for several weeks, so after she had successfully completed the first harvesting and knew that the process was viable, she had planned to make the confinement of her donor easier on herself.
For the harvesting procedure itself she needed to restrain Georgia’s muscular legs wide open for easy access to her genitals, but her arms no longer served a useful purpose, and required constant restraining to make sure that her ongoing attempts at escape were in vain.
She’d thought this through long ago and had decided to perform a double shoulder disarticulation on her helpless captive, fully removing both her arms at the shoulder joint. She had performed this in emergencies before, and new the procedure well, so doing it under controlled circumstances should not pose a risk to her captive’s life, especially as she had several units of her blood stored in case of unexpected bleeding. It would render her captive almost totally helpless - she wouldn’t be able to undo any of the restraints binding her, feed herself, and the psychological trauma would be immense for someone who’s entire way of life was centered around the physical perfection of her body.
No bones needed to be cut for procedure, but what would make the process much easier for her was if the shoulder joints were already dislocated, and this afforded a wonderful opportunity to inflict some additional pain on her muscular captive.
She administered a sedative to the bound woman, and re-tied her wrists behind her back before attaching them to a winch in the ceiling. She administered a stimulant to help Georgia to come around, and to prevent her passing out from pain before activating the winch and raising her slowly onto her tiptoes, her toned calves flexing enticingly as she tried to keep her balance in the painfully unnatural position she was being forced into. She slowly raised the young woman’s wrists even further, a few millimeters at a time until she was fully suspended in a strappado - her years of athletic training had strengthened her shoulders enormously, and although she wailed in agony as her arms were wrenched above her head, the joints held firm and she spun slowly, toes inches above the floor.
Although the pain that Georgia was experience was agonizing, her joints were holding, and showing no signs of movement.. The surgeon left her hanging like this for several minutes to see if Georgia’s feeble struggles would be enough to complete the dislocation process, but it was not to be.
The winch had an electric motor, so she used the controls to rapidly jerk the young athlete up and down, the laws of physics multiplying her bodyweight several times with the acceleration when she changed direction, each reversal of direction causing a wail of anguish from the helpless woman.
Eventually, with the wet, scronching sound of a large chicken wing being ripped apart, her shoulders gave way, the head of her humerous bones parting way from the scapula, the left one first, shortly followed by the right, the array of ligaments that stabilized joints now forced to carry the weight of her body, a job they were never designed for and the dreadful sound of all this happening was almost drowned out by her wail of pain as she felt her joints torn apart.. Her head swum from the pain and the medical shock of what had just happened to her, but the stimulants did their job and prevented her from blacking out.
The surgeon was of course recording the whole spectacle, and thoughtfully brought over a laptop showing a feed of the camera trained on her upper body.. Georgia saw herself, arms unnaturally rotated above her head, her shoulders nauseatingly lengthened and distended, with ugly purple bruises forming where blood vessels had ruptured beneath her tanned skin.
Her bound feet were still dangling an inch above the floor as the surgeon stepped back.
“Well my dear, that completes the first part of today’s entertainment, I’m going to leave you hear for a couple of hours while I go and prepare myself for your upcoming surgery. “
I’ll explain the procedure when I get back, but for right now all you need to know is that if you think your situation right now is painful, it is nothing compared to what is coming next..”
She left the sobbing girl dangling on her ruined shoulders, turning out the lights and leaving the laptop with its live-feed of her dangling helplessly as the only illumination in the space.
When the surgeon returned, she was wearing a surgical gown and glasses.
She walked over to Georgia, and without any explanation, injected her with a clear liquid into one of her muscular butt cheeks.
“Now Georgia. What I’m going to do to you is going to be exceptionally painful and traumatizing for you, in addition to what you’ve already been through. The drug I’ve just injected you with a neuro-muscular blocking agent. This is going to prevent the messages sent by your brain from getting to your muscles. We use them at the hospital to prevent patients from moving involuntarily during their surgery, essentially paralyzing them. Since I’m going to be keeping you conscious for what is about to come, I’ve given you a large dose, which should start to take effect pretty soon.
It may also affect your diaphragm and the muscles in your chest, meaning you can’t breathe by yourself. If this happens, I will put a tube down your throat, and connect you to a ventilator which will breathe for you. I also have a defibrator on standby in case your heart stops beating, although I think that’s probably unlikely.”
While she was waiting for the blocking agent to take effect she produced another syringe which was injected into Georgia’s other butt cheek.
“That injection was a powerful stimulant – without it you would most likely pass out well before the end of the procedures, which won’t to at all, but this should keep you nice and alert so you don’t miss anything”.
Still hanging from her destroyed shoulders, Georgia could do nothing to prevent the surgeon from injecting the drugs into her body, and she felt another wave of helplessness wash over her, imagining the chemicals now coursing around her body in her bloodsteam.. Her movements in the horrible bondage were limited, but she had already lost the ability to wiggle her toes.
“Now Georgia, as you are keenly aware, your shoulders are both dislocated, in both arms the head of the humerus bone has been ripped from the glenoid socket, and the pain you are feeling is the bones grating on each other, as well as the stretching of your ligaments and tendons. What will happen next is that now I am going to cut though your skin, sever all those connecting tissues and then I will remove both your arms.
I’ll be suturing all the major blood vessels and patching the opening in your skin that this will create, but essentially, very shortly you will be having both your arms amputated.”
Georgia was wide-eyed in disbelief, trying to raise her head to look at the woman holding her captive like this , unable to fathom that anyone could be capable of something so evil.
“You’re probably wondering why I would do something so cruel to you. You’ve done nothing to deserve any of the things I’ve done to you, you’ve never hurt anyone, you are a beautiful, strong young woman with a wonderful life ahead of her..
Well there are several reasons, none of which you have any ability to control in your current predicament.
Firstly I like to practice my surgical skills - I have no-one to assist me with this procedure today so it is excellent training for me, so I should say thank you to you for allowing me to use your body to further my career and benefit so many others.
Secondly I’m doing this for purely practical reasons. You are a very strong, spirited woman, and as I hoped you’ve been struggling relentlessly to escape since your arrival here.
I plan on keeping you here for several more weeks, primarily to harvest your eggs, and it will be much easier for me to keep you restrained if I don’t have to constantly worry about you trying to free yourself, and it will be so much more convenient for me to just keep your armless torso strapped down.
Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, I find torturing women like you incredibly sexually arousing. Your body has given me immense pleasure already, but now it’s time to move into the next stage of your incarceration.”
She wheeled over the heavy surgical table, and lowered the drugged athlete onto it’s cold, stainless steel surface, rolling her onto her stomach and attaching her left arm to a supporting frame to hold it during the procedure.
Tears welled from Georgia’s eyes as the surgeon readied her glittering scalpel and flashed it in front of her face..
“OK my dear, lets begin..”
The next few weeks were a living nightmare for the young athlete, kept in constant bondage, unable to even attempt to free herself. The mental trauma of looking down and seeing just scarred skin where her arms once were was almost as bad as the excruciating physical pain that the amputation continued to cause her. The surgeon was experienced with post-operative care, making sure her patient’s bandages were changed frequently to avoid infection, fluids were administered via IV and nutrients were forced into her colon via regular enemas.
Her prolonged bondage and lack of exercise meant that her muscle tone began to fade from her remaining limbs, and a lack of sunlight meant her tan began to fade also.
The surgeon was still nevertheless enjoying her captive, there were still plenty of ways to make her life more miserable and she intended to extract every last drop of suffering from the young woman who was entirely at her mercy.
Immediately after she had performed the amputation surgery she had enjoyed taunting the young athlete with her own severed limbs, her left forearm bore a tattoo of the Olympic rings, and she had forced Georgia’s severed left hand inside her own vagina, the young woman retching at the grotesque spectacle and physical sensation of being made to fist herself.. The surgeon made sure to capture the scene in all its horrifying detail to replay not only for her own enjoyment, but to show to future captives what might be in store for them.
As the weeks passed the young athlete’s strength inevitably began to wane, the number of eggs that she was producing began to drop, and it became clear that her financial usefulness to the surgeon was approaching its end. She spoke to her contacts to give them an update about timings, and ensured that donors were waiting for the organs that would soon be available.
Georgia awoke slowly, realizing that something was different this time. Normally her captor would enter and immediately begin assaulting her sexually, or inflicting whatever torture she had dreamed up since their last session, but today she was busy bringing in an assortment of cooler boxes and arranging them neatly on the floor beside her, writing on labels meticulously, before awkwardly rolling in a large, seemingly empty plastic drum.
Once she was finished she looked across at her once beautiful captive, who was strapped tightly to the stainless steel operating table.
“I’m sorry Georgia, but the time has come for us to say goodbye. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your company, but right now you are of no further use to me, however I’m pleased to say there are people out there who are going to be very happy to see you, or the parts of you that I’m sending them at least.
I’m sure you’ve noticed the coolers, these will be used to transport your organs to their grateful recipients once I have removed them from you.
This drum will be your final resting place, your remains will be encased in concrete and then rolled into a lake.. You should know your disappearance made the national news, and your family have been searching frantically for you, but they’ll never find you, or know what happened to you, which for them is maybe for the best.. “
Throughout her captivity Georgia had always held on to a shred of hope that she would be rescued.. Even when the pain was at it’s worst she had screamed and wailed and cursed and thrashed, but she hadn’t begged her captor for mercy, but here at the end she finally broke down, begging, pleading and sobbing for her life be spared as the surgeon marked her incision lines in permanent marker on her abdomen.
“First I’ll be performing a nephrectomy to remove both your kidneys. After that it will be a hepatectomy to remove your liver. It’s likely your body will be in serious shock by this point, so you may not survive to see the rest.
We have a pneumectomy to remove your lungs, and finally your heart will be removed. You’ll be giving a new lease of life to several people, although I realize that is probably not much of a consolation to you right now.”
“You will be heavily drugged of course so you don’t move around, but don’t worry, you’ll be able to feel every incision I make in your beautiful skin.. I’ve already administered the drugs so shortly you should be paralyzed for the last time.. Oh, I see your already struggling to breathe, so I’m going to be intubating you now. I was going to ask if you had any last words, but you’ll have to keep them to yourself. Goodbye Georgia, you were magnificent..”
The backstory of the surgeon is here:
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... 510#p33542
And also here:
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... 543#p33543
The surgeon has more victims on her wishlist, and is welcome to suggestions..
The Canadian heptathlete caught her eye with her dazzling smile on a post race TV interview, and she quickly joined the thousands of others following her on Instagram. The images showed her displaying her muscular body around the world in a variety of glamorous locations, and the surgeon immediately she knew she had to have her, women like Georgia were the type of women for whom she built her basement facility all those years ago.
A cross-border transfer always incurred more fees, but she felt it was justified to get her hands on this exquisite specimen, she could always re-coup some of the expenses from the athlete’s unwilling body later, a process which had it’s own special appeal to the professional surgeon in her.
It took several months to arrange, but eventually the athlete was dangling by her wrists in her basement, the wait was extended as the young woman had travelled overseas for some athletic meets, but this had only heightened the anticipation of the arrival of her unwilling guest..
Georgia had been captured from her home, and still wore the underwear she had been captured in, her exquisite body looking every bit as toned and enticing as it did on her Instagram stories as she dangled there unconscious, blissfully unaware of the horrors which awaited her. Her captors had followed her instructions to the letter, packing the contents of her laundry basket along with the bound athlete, the surgeon had taken great pleasure in selecting a particularly salt encrusted pair of lycra running shorts with which to stuff her mouth before binding her and hanging her by her wrists. Once she was satisfied, she administered the drugs to begin reviving her athletic captive.
Georgia had struggled mightily against her restraints from the moment she had awoken, every muscle on her exquisite body was beautifully defined as she strained and thrashed in her bonds, sweat beading on her taut skin before running down her body from her exertions and forming growing pools beneath both her dangling toes.
Once she had calmed enough to be able to listen, the surgeon explained to the ill-fated young athlete that her career, and life as she knew it was over. She was now many, many miles from home where she would never be found, had no chance for escape, and that she could expect no mercy from her captor.
Her body was no longer her own, and she would be spending what was left of her life being tortured for the exclusive pleasure of someone else.
Once her body was spent, her organs would be harvested to be sold on the black market and her remains would be encased in concrete and buried in an unmarked pit, never to be found..
She left the terrified young woman alone, wide-eyed to give her time to process this information, taking in the horror of her surroundings – the restraints, surgical instruments, cameras, and some videos playing on screen of some highlights of her previous victims..
Over the next few days she enjoyed the young athlete’s body immensely, exploring it inside and out, tracing every muscle and sinew as she hung there unable to resist.
She used the bound athlete’s taut abdomen as a punchbag, although she couldn’t risk doing too much damage as her kidneys and liver were going to make a significant contribution towards the cost of her capture, and she didn’t want to risk any damage to them.
It wasn’t ideal, but it was a trade-off she had to make. Thankfully her clitoris and nipples had no such restrictions, and these were mercilessly bitten, pierced and burned, Georgia’s capacious lungs filling the basement with deafening screams.
It wasn’t all fun, there was still some work to do to get her ready for what was to come. She collected several units of blood from the young woman in case any of the upcoming procedures ended with unexpected blood loss, and although her muscular captive’s body was wonderful entertainment for her, after a week or so of tasting, exploring and abusing it every way imaginable she had to turn her thoughts to re-cooping some of the expenses she had incurred in obtaining her latest plaything.
A new process she was going to attempt with her latest captive was the process of extracting her eggs. As soon as she arrived, she had been administering drugs to Georgia to stimulate her ovaries to produce eggs much faster than normal.
Regular recipients of egg donations would pay tens of thousands of dollars for viable eggs – and some of her contacts would pay many times this for the DNA of a beautiful international athlete like the one currently in her basement
Georgia had been in constant bondage since her arrival, either hanging by her wrists or confined in the dreadful steel box when the surgeon wasn’t present. She was usually drugged to allow the surgeon to move her without having to overpower the strong athlete – even though she was weakened as she’d only received fluids and nourishment through nutrient enemas, she was still a strong, powerful woman who would seize any opportunity to escape.
The surgical table had always been in the room, an ominous threat of things to come, and today was the day Georgia finally awoke strapped down to it, her legs elevated and spread wide apart, tightly strapped down into gynecological stirrups. Georgia had been sexually violated many times since her arrival in the basement, but she knew something was different this time, and the strained against her restraints, keenly aware of how what a vulnerable position her genitalia were in.
The surgeon enjoyed explaining what she was about to do to her victims, particularly when a medical procedure was involved as it gave her victims time to process the trauma of what was about to happen to them.
Today’s procedure was also particularly special as she was about to extract Georgia’s DNA in the most intimate way possible.
She explained to Georgia the procedure that she was about to perform on her, and what she was going to do with her eggs once they were extracted, the young woman’s struggles against the straps holding her becoming more frantic as the surgeon showed her the large syringe that was going to be inserted deep inside her body. She was also sure to explain to the helplessly restrained athlete that she would never bear her own children as she would never leave this room, but she might well be the genetic mother to many children out there in the world who would never know her, causing the young woman to shed bitter tears at the sheer horror and the helplessness of her situation.
Normally, willing donors were sedated for the uncomfortable process of egg harvesting, but she felt no need to show any kindness to her captive, instead tightening all her straps another notch before inserting the ultrasound probe unceremoniously into her vagina, locating her ovaries and using a large hypodermic needle to retrieve the helpless woman’s ova.
The process could be repeated every 5 to 10 days for several weeks, so after she had successfully completed the first harvesting and knew that the process was viable, she had planned to make the confinement of her donor easier on herself.
For the harvesting procedure itself she needed to restrain Georgia’s muscular legs wide open for easy access to her genitals, but her arms no longer served a useful purpose, and required constant restraining to make sure that her ongoing attempts at escape were in vain.
She’d thought this through long ago and had decided to perform a double shoulder disarticulation on her helpless captive, fully removing both her arms at the shoulder joint. She had performed this in emergencies before, and new the procedure well, so doing it under controlled circumstances should not pose a risk to her captive’s life, especially as she had several units of her blood stored in case of unexpected bleeding. It would render her captive almost totally helpless - she wouldn’t be able to undo any of the restraints binding her, feed herself, and the psychological trauma would be immense for someone who’s entire way of life was centered around the physical perfection of her body.
No bones needed to be cut for procedure, but what would make the process much easier for her was if the shoulder joints were already dislocated, and this afforded a wonderful opportunity to inflict some additional pain on her muscular captive.
She administered a sedative to the bound woman, and re-tied her wrists behind her back before attaching them to a winch in the ceiling. She administered a stimulant to help Georgia to come around, and to prevent her passing out from pain before activating the winch and raising her slowly onto her tiptoes, her toned calves flexing enticingly as she tried to keep her balance in the painfully unnatural position she was being forced into. She slowly raised the young woman’s wrists even further, a few millimeters at a time until she was fully suspended in a strappado - her years of athletic training had strengthened her shoulders enormously, and although she wailed in agony as her arms were wrenched above her head, the joints held firm and she spun slowly, toes inches above the floor.
Although the pain that Georgia was experience was agonizing, her joints were holding, and showing no signs of movement.. The surgeon left her hanging like this for several minutes to see if Georgia’s feeble struggles would be enough to complete the dislocation process, but it was not to be.
The winch had an electric motor, so she used the controls to rapidly jerk the young athlete up and down, the laws of physics multiplying her bodyweight several times with the acceleration when she changed direction, each reversal of direction causing a wail of anguish from the helpless woman.
Eventually, with the wet, scronching sound of a large chicken wing being ripped apart, her shoulders gave way, the head of her humerous bones parting way from the scapula, the left one first, shortly followed by the right, the array of ligaments that stabilized joints now forced to carry the weight of her body, a job they were never designed for and the dreadful sound of all this happening was almost drowned out by her wail of pain as she felt her joints torn apart.. Her head swum from the pain and the medical shock of what had just happened to her, but the stimulants did their job and prevented her from blacking out.
The surgeon was of course recording the whole spectacle, and thoughtfully brought over a laptop showing a feed of the camera trained on her upper body.. Georgia saw herself, arms unnaturally rotated above her head, her shoulders nauseatingly lengthened and distended, with ugly purple bruises forming where blood vessels had ruptured beneath her tanned skin.
Her bound feet were still dangling an inch above the floor as the surgeon stepped back.
“Well my dear, that completes the first part of today’s entertainment, I’m going to leave you hear for a couple of hours while I go and prepare myself for your upcoming surgery. “
I’ll explain the procedure when I get back, but for right now all you need to know is that if you think your situation right now is painful, it is nothing compared to what is coming next..”
She left the sobbing girl dangling on her ruined shoulders, turning out the lights and leaving the laptop with its live-feed of her dangling helplessly as the only illumination in the space.
When the surgeon returned, she was wearing a surgical gown and glasses.
She walked over to Georgia, and without any explanation, injected her with a clear liquid into one of her muscular butt cheeks.
“Now Georgia. What I’m going to do to you is going to be exceptionally painful and traumatizing for you, in addition to what you’ve already been through. The drug I’ve just injected you with a neuro-muscular blocking agent. This is going to prevent the messages sent by your brain from getting to your muscles. We use them at the hospital to prevent patients from moving involuntarily during their surgery, essentially paralyzing them. Since I’m going to be keeping you conscious for what is about to come, I’ve given you a large dose, which should start to take effect pretty soon.
It may also affect your diaphragm and the muscles in your chest, meaning you can’t breathe by yourself. If this happens, I will put a tube down your throat, and connect you to a ventilator which will breathe for you. I also have a defibrator on standby in case your heart stops beating, although I think that’s probably unlikely.”
While she was waiting for the blocking agent to take effect she produced another syringe which was injected into Georgia’s other butt cheek.
“That injection was a powerful stimulant – without it you would most likely pass out well before the end of the procedures, which won’t to at all, but this should keep you nice and alert so you don’t miss anything”.
Still hanging from her destroyed shoulders, Georgia could do nothing to prevent the surgeon from injecting the drugs into her body, and she felt another wave of helplessness wash over her, imagining the chemicals now coursing around her body in her bloodsteam.. Her movements in the horrible bondage were limited, but she had already lost the ability to wiggle her toes.
“Now Georgia, as you are keenly aware, your shoulders are both dislocated, in both arms the head of the humerus bone has been ripped from the glenoid socket, and the pain you are feeling is the bones grating on each other, as well as the stretching of your ligaments and tendons. What will happen next is that now I am going to cut though your skin, sever all those connecting tissues and then I will remove both your arms.
I’ll be suturing all the major blood vessels and patching the opening in your skin that this will create, but essentially, very shortly you will be having both your arms amputated.”
Georgia was wide-eyed in disbelief, trying to raise her head to look at the woman holding her captive like this , unable to fathom that anyone could be capable of something so evil.
“You’re probably wondering why I would do something so cruel to you. You’ve done nothing to deserve any of the things I’ve done to you, you’ve never hurt anyone, you are a beautiful, strong young woman with a wonderful life ahead of her..
Well there are several reasons, none of which you have any ability to control in your current predicament.
Firstly I like to practice my surgical skills - I have no-one to assist me with this procedure today so it is excellent training for me, so I should say thank you to you for allowing me to use your body to further my career and benefit so many others.
Secondly I’m doing this for purely practical reasons. You are a very strong, spirited woman, and as I hoped you’ve been struggling relentlessly to escape since your arrival here.
I plan on keeping you here for several more weeks, primarily to harvest your eggs, and it will be much easier for me to keep you restrained if I don’t have to constantly worry about you trying to free yourself, and it will be so much more convenient for me to just keep your armless torso strapped down.
Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, I find torturing women like you incredibly sexually arousing. Your body has given me immense pleasure already, but now it’s time to move into the next stage of your incarceration.”
She wheeled over the heavy surgical table, and lowered the drugged athlete onto it’s cold, stainless steel surface, rolling her onto her stomach and attaching her left arm to a supporting frame to hold it during the procedure.
Tears welled from Georgia’s eyes as the surgeon readied her glittering scalpel and flashed it in front of her face..
“OK my dear, lets begin..”
The next few weeks were a living nightmare for the young athlete, kept in constant bondage, unable to even attempt to free herself. The mental trauma of looking down and seeing just scarred skin where her arms once were was almost as bad as the excruciating physical pain that the amputation continued to cause her. The surgeon was experienced with post-operative care, making sure her patient’s bandages were changed frequently to avoid infection, fluids were administered via IV and nutrients were forced into her colon via regular enemas.
Her prolonged bondage and lack of exercise meant that her muscle tone began to fade from her remaining limbs, and a lack of sunlight meant her tan began to fade also.
The surgeon was still nevertheless enjoying her captive, there were still plenty of ways to make her life more miserable and she intended to extract every last drop of suffering from the young woman who was entirely at her mercy.
Immediately after she had performed the amputation surgery she had enjoyed taunting the young athlete with her own severed limbs, her left forearm bore a tattoo of the Olympic rings, and she had forced Georgia’s severed left hand inside her own vagina, the young woman retching at the grotesque spectacle and physical sensation of being made to fist herself.. The surgeon made sure to capture the scene in all its horrifying detail to replay not only for her own enjoyment, but to show to future captives what might be in store for them.
As the weeks passed the young athlete’s strength inevitably began to wane, the number of eggs that she was producing began to drop, and it became clear that her financial usefulness to the surgeon was approaching its end. She spoke to her contacts to give them an update about timings, and ensured that donors were waiting for the organs that would soon be available.
Georgia awoke slowly, realizing that something was different this time. Normally her captor would enter and immediately begin assaulting her sexually, or inflicting whatever torture she had dreamed up since their last session, but today she was busy bringing in an assortment of cooler boxes and arranging them neatly on the floor beside her, writing on labels meticulously, before awkwardly rolling in a large, seemingly empty plastic drum.
Once she was finished she looked across at her once beautiful captive, who was strapped tightly to the stainless steel operating table.
“I’m sorry Georgia, but the time has come for us to say goodbye. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed your company, but right now you are of no further use to me, however I’m pleased to say there are people out there who are going to be very happy to see you, or the parts of you that I’m sending them at least.
I’m sure you’ve noticed the coolers, these will be used to transport your organs to their grateful recipients once I have removed them from you.
This drum will be your final resting place, your remains will be encased in concrete and then rolled into a lake.. You should know your disappearance made the national news, and your family have been searching frantically for you, but they’ll never find you, or know what happened to you, which for them is maybe for the best.. “
Throughout her captivity Georgia had always held on to a shred of hope that she would be rescued.. Even when the pain was at it’s worst she had screamed and wailed and cursed and thrashed, but she hadn’t begged her captor for mercy, but here at the end she finally broke down, begging, pleading and sobbing for her life be spared as the surgeon marked her incision lines in permanent marker on her abdomen.
“First I’ll be performing a nephrectomy to remove both your kidneys. After that it will be a hepatectomy to remove your liver. It’s likely your body will be in serious shock by this point, so you may not survive to see the rest.
We have a pneumectomy to remove your lungs, and finally your heart will be removed. You’ll be giving a new lease of life to several people, although I realize that is probably not much of a consolation to you right now.”
“You will be heavily drugged of course so you don’t move around, but don’t worry, you’ll be able to feel every incision I make in your beautiful skin.. I’ve already administered the drugs so shortly you should be paralyzed for the last time.. Oh, I see your already struggling to breathe, so I’m going to be intubating you now. I was going to ask if you had any last words, but you’ll have to keep them to yourself. Goodbye Georgia, you were magnificent..”
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When properly done gyno exams can be both unpleasant and humiliating:
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A few images of some lovely ladies at the mercy of their surgical teams..
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I'm ready to watch!
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A few from my newest custom "Crucifixion Experiments of Dr. Squalus" at http://deadsexyclips.com/0001134/experi ... -1625.html
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