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“Can you lend me a hand, fräulein?” Doctor Richtofen asked with an overly charming smile as soon as you walked into work that morning.
You regarded him coolly, washing your hands at the sink to prepare. “That depends, Herr Doktor.” You grabbed a fresh set of gloves and joined him at the examination table. “Will you replace me if I only have one hand to work with?”
“Oh yes, it’d be terribly difficult for me to trust you with the safe transport of these precious organs if you only had one, ja?!” He laughed before turning suddenly serious. “No. I’d definitely have to fire you...”
You nodded thoughtfully. “Then if the surgery is elective, I’d like to decline. Kind of you to offer though, Herr Doktor.” You analyzed the body he’d been working on. He must have had a bit of fun after meticulously removing the organs he needed because the scene was a teensy messier than normal. The thought of him cutting into the corpse with wild abandon made your stomach flutter. “To thank you for your generous offer of free health care, may I offer my assistance?”
He ignored her question. “You are never any fun,” he pouted, snapping his gloves off in such a way that small droplets of blood splattered on your face. He grunted a small sound of annoyance when you didn’t flinch. You knew you could be fun, but it was safer for your job if you kept your proclivities to yourself.
“You are more than enough fun for the both of us,” you smiled sweetly, holding your hand out to take the gloves for him. Stay professional.
He slapped them into your hands with another huge smile. “I am! Ah, I am just wunderbar ! Und you… you are so boring… You are so lucky to get to work for a handsome genius such as me, ja?”
“I run the statistics regularly to remind myself,” you murmured honestly. You turn to toss his gloves in the trash before collecting the specimens for cataloging and storage in the freezer. The truth was: you did feel lucky – the man was an unprecedented genius—but you didn’t want to come off as unprofessionally exuberant. You’d only been handed the position after the last assistant had run screaming and you constantly worried that your credentials as a nurse with a Bachelor's degree in physics would not suffice. He deserved so much better than you could offer. You knew the job came with some dangers and the casualty rate was rather high, but you were pretty sure dying for him would be your highest honor; he was a maestro with a scalpel. You’d never dared to hope that you could work with a mind as sharp as his; you’d learned so much just in the past few months. Beyond that, it hadn’t taken long before his every antic was endlessly endearing to you and your stomach filled with butterflies when you were around him. He was perfect.
“I will leave the invitation for a free amputation open for you just in case you change your mind, ja? A third hand would be quite useful, and your hands are the steadiest of any assistant I’ve had so far. Think of all your hand could do for science if attached to a superior brain such as mine!”
“I will remember your kindness when I am ready to retire. Unfortunately, at this time I would prefer to continue working as your assistant and am not willing to part with any parts that would prevent that.” You tried not to think about what else he might do with your hand in his private time…
“Part with… parts … did you just make… a joke?” He overplayed his surprise, raising his eyebrows, placing a hand on his chest and leaning back comically.
“I did try to, Herr Doktor. I always work hard to be as pleasing to you as possible.” Oh, how you longed to please him… He always seemed so annoyed with you, with all your inadequacies in the lab, and you’d sacrifice whatever organs he wanted if it meant hearing his praise more often.
He laughed, entrancing you with those perfect teeth. “Oh, fräulein, you are terrible with the jokes. You ruin them. What a horrendous delivery! I will enjoy dissecting your brain someday to find out exactly what is going on in there that has made you so boring.”
“Again, if it is a surgery that impedes my ability to remain at this job… I politely decline.” You returned to his side to help clean the operating table. You wanted to stay by his side forever.
“Hmmm… is that the only thing stopping you from accepting my offers?” He waggled his eyebrows, bumping her shoulder jovially.
“Yes,” you answered honestly. There were plenty of body parts one could live without that would only slightly impede daily life and with all the workplace accidents that happened around here you doubted that missing a few nonessential organs would have a greater effect on your potential longevity.
He leaned in close, putting his face in yours so he filled your vision. You learned quickly that he tended to not have the same idea about personal space most had, and you didn’t mind all the chances he gave you to get an up-close view of him. “Then how about your spleen! Humans function just fine without them all the time, ja?”
“If you wish it, my spleen is yours,” you whispered adoringly, lost in his blue eyes.
He stayed staring there, staring into your face. “You should be careful what you promise someone like me, fräulein.” His tone was deliciously dangerous and, while you maintained your professionalism, internally you were whimpering with excitement that his attention was on you. He sighed. “It’s almost no fun... Where is the delicious fear?”
“I could try harder to react appropriately, sir.” You wondered how you were supposed to be afraid of someone you found so charming, but for him you’d try. Perhaps you could practice crying in your off time?
“Maybe it is I who should try harder…” He said, turning to walk away. You started to prep the body to move to disposal when he turned around suddenly, grabbing a scalpel with one hand and your throat with the other. Instantly you felt warmth pool in your lower stomach. Oh no, control yourself… His lips were so close. If you pressed against his hand just a little, you’d be able to kiss him. Dying to the lack of air for the glory of feeling his lips against yours, but at the cost of extending your time with him… You contained your urges. Instead, you focused on memorizing how nice it felt to have his hand on your throat.
“Are you afraid yet, fräulein? You should be…” His hand grasped your throat firmly, but wasn’t cutting off the bare necessary air flow… yet. He was bringing the scalpel up to your face, close to your eye.
“No…” You rasped. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours. He sucked in an eager breath and slammed you against the operating table.
“Are you sure you’re not afraid? I could just… take one of your ears, ja? Slice a little skin from your face perhaps?” He adjusted the scalpel lower to your cheek and drew it across slowly, licking his lips as the blood blossomed from the wound. The blade was sharp enough that it only stung a bit. You couldn’t help yourself; you moaned, biting your lip. His eyes widened and he cocked his head curiously. “Oh, now that is interesting. You’re not afraid. You’re aroused. ”
He made a quick cut on your bottom lip and then pressed his lips to it. You responded immediately, parting your lips as he sucked the blood. Your moan was louder this time. He finished tasting you and pushed you back against the operating table. You felt the remains of the patient squish underneath you. Richtofen traced the scalpel down your neck to your blouse, flicking under each button and you heard little clattering noises as they fell to the ground.
“You dirty girl…” he murmured, “How long have you held this desire for me?”
“I followed your work before I got the job,” you whispered, wondering what he would do with the information. “You’re a genius.”
“And you let me think you were boring…” He tsked, shaking his head while he twirled his scalpel thoughtfully. His demeanor turned cold. “Of course you find me attractive, but you don’t realize how dangerous being the attention of my lust is. If you did, you would fear it.”
“Make me.” The boldness of your command surprised you both.
“What?” He was so close that when he hissed the word it sent a hot breath over the skin of your neck. You were already embarrassingly wet.
“If fear is what you want from me… please make me…” Your knuckles paled as you gripped the operating table, ready to offer your life to him. “Make me fear you.”
“Trust me, I will.”
You barely had time to register the motion of the scalpel as it came down on your hand, diving into the skin until the handle was the only part visible. You cried out from the pain, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt something hard at his waist pressing into you as he laughed at you. You stretched your hand out to the equipment table nearby until your fingers found what you were looking for. He heard your clattering and grinned. “That’s it then? Looking for a weapon? Some way to escape…?”
You held up the packaged scalpel you had been searching for. “No, Herr Doktor. Do you need a fresh blade?”
-Richtofen-
He stared at the package in her good hand then back to her face. Her eyes were open now, tears filling them, but there was still no sign of fear. No, it was just lust that shone in her pupils as her hips pressed forward into the tent forming at his slacks. He looked down at the scalpel stuck into her hand, the blood running down her fingers and dripping to the floor. He stroked the metal before yanking it out, his eyes half lidding as he panted at the sight of the blood that blossomed at the cut. Yes, it wasn’t a trick of his mind, he had stabbed her and she was still there, offering him a fresh blade.
He tossed the used scalpel into one of the nearby sharps bins and unbuckled his belt swiftly, practically ripping his slacks down in his haste to feel that blood on his skin. The cool air made his hot cock twitch when he released it from its confines. He’d kept his vigor despite his age and it had been a while since someone other than himself had touched him. He ripped his eyes from the blood on her hand one last time to look in her eyes–they held nothing but worship for him as she beheld the sight of his cock. She licked some blood from the cut on her lips.
He needed to taste her blood, to feel it on him. He lunged for her lips, locking onto them and sucking the blood from the cut again. His hand found her injured one, bringing it to his cock and she began stroking him immediately. The soft fingers sliding warm blood along his length felt luxurious, making him moan softly against her teeth. She kissed and stroked him eagerly, whimpering delightfully at the pain in her hand as she worked him. “Aaah, ja… das ist gut… ”
She shuddered at his words and he smirked. A praise kink? How typical and easily manipulatable. He dragged his tongue across the cut on her cheek and she sighed. What else had she been hiding from him? He forced himself to pull back, grabbing the fresh scalpel and her throat. She didn’t stop stroking him even as he squeezed her throat, her pumping becoming frantic. Gott, she was going to make him cum already. He tossed her to the floor and stood over her. “ Strip ,” he ordered, using his teeth to open the scalpel package while he slowly stroked her blood into the skin of his cock.
She shrugged out of the lab coat and ruined blouse quickly, revealing a simple white bra that covered too much of her breasts. The non-slip shoes and professional pencil skirt came off and soon his lab floor was littered with articles of her clothing. He didn’t wait for her to fumble with her underthing before kneeling and crawling over her like a predator trapping its prey. He expertly flicked his scalpel under the straps of her bra to relieve her of it. She moaned as his teeth trapped one of her nipples and bit down. He continued sinking his teeth in until he earned the sound he really wanted to hear: a sensual whimper of pain.
“If you can’t manage fear, your pain and lust will have to do, ja?” He teased, slicing the plain cotton panties from her body. “I’m going to take you to such beautiful heights of pain, Schlampe. ”
“Yes, Herr Doktor,” she breathed, arching her hips so her cunt rubbed against the length of his cock.
He caught her bleeding hand and brought it to his lips, biting down on the fingers as he sucked the blood off them. The blade had been long enough it had gone clean through her palm and he found the hole there, sucking and licking as he positioned his cock at her entrance. Drunk on lust and blood, he thrust, forcing his way into her until he bottomed out against her cervix. She cried out as he stretched her and he grit his teeth as her tightness squeezed around him. His tone was playful, if a little strained from the pleasure. “I didn’t expect a hure like you to be so tight… or am I just that big?”
“I’ve never…” she tried to say, but had to stop to gasp for air. Her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Never had anyone as large as me fill you?” He finished for her, running the flat side of the scalpel blade around the curve of her breast, trying to decide where to cut next.
“Never been with anyone,” she cried as her hands curled into fists and her fingernails bit into the wound on her palm.
He froze. What was this panic rushing over him? So what if she was a virgin? It was just shocking because of how wet and eager she’d been for him, that was all… right? Gott, he’d thrust into her cunt so fast and he could still feel her spasming in pain around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. An unusual feeling of guilt choked him and he swallowed it down. “Look at me,” he demanded.
She forced her eyes open obediently, a sob shaking her and making him twitch inside her. Droplets and smears of blood was the only thing covering her body. She looked so helpless under him and it was all he could do to keep his hips from rutting into her violently. Surely by now she’d realized her mistake. He would give her a way out and she would take it. “If this is what you want, beg for it,” he whispered.
She gulped down a swallow of air. “Please…”
He shut his eyes, steeling himself to pull out of her, to calm down…
“Use me,” she pleaded, “I want to please you… please… bitte? Please.”
His eyes opened wide and his lips twitched. Well, he’d tried to let her save herself, but clearly this woman had no sense of self-preservation. He could feel the evil grin spread across his face as a craziness took hold of him. “Oh, you are going to feel so much pain for me, fräulein!”
He released the control he was holding over his hips, letting them thrust the way they’d been itching for since he’d entered her. She was crying, screaming, and it only made him fuck her harder. He shoved his thumb under her fingers to find the cut in her palm and dug into it, listening to the way the pressure affected the pattern of her sobs. Her good hand found his hip bone, gripping it but not pushing him away. He finally decided where he would cut, following the line between the ribs under her breast. He watched the cut open, the skin separating under his blade and after a second her blood welled across the line. Her screams were hoarse, but there was a needy whine to them. She was getting off on this.
He licked the blood off the scalpel, his eyes half lidded as he watched her writhe beneath him. “Would you like me to cut you again?” he asked huskily.
“Yes!” She screamed it out, unashamed of her need as sensations enveloped her.
Excited, he drew the scalpel across her skin just under the first cut and the blood sprang up to spill over her body, following the curve to the floor. He tossed the scalpel aside - he wouldn’t sully the art he was making out of her with a dull blade. He ran his hand through the warm liquid, catching it and smearing it over her abdomen and up to her breasts. If he wasn’t panting so hard he would giggle in delight as he painted her red. His hand paused at her throat, giving it an almost affectionate squeeze before he brought his bloody fingers to her lips. “Taste,” he commanded.
She sucked in his fingers eagerly and he watched in awe as her eyes rolled back. He groaned as her walls clamped around his cock and she orgasmed with the taste of her own blood on her lips. Fick. His hips jolted as she spasmed around him. A couple erratic thrusts later and he was filling her with cum, so lost in the masterpiece he’d made of her skin to consider if he should have pulled out. His cock still buried in her, he licked the blood off his fingers, buzzing from his orgasm. He briefly registered that her grip on his hip had loosened and her arms fell to the floor. Oh, the metallic tang of her blood tasted amazing. It smeared over his mouth and chin, its scent filling his nose.
He sighed, content, and smiled down at the girl under him. Ah, she passed out. Likely the blood loss. He took his time to enjoy the sight of her limp under him, his cock buried deep inside her as blood seeped out of the wounds he’d inflicted upon her. What a lovely specimen to experiment on! How long had she been his assistance without him ever knowing the beautiful art he could make with her? He’d have to start making up for lost time. He leaned over to the equipment cart and snatched up his camera, taking a picture of the wreckage of her body to commemorate.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, watching his cum follow his cock and leak from her cunt. As much as he enjoyed using her as a cockwarmer, she would not stay warm for long if he didn’t stitch her up. His fingers slipping in the blood covering his clothes, he reset his slacks. He groaned as he lifted her up, his hips protesting the activity after they’d already worked so hard, but he savored the way her arm dangled to the floor and her head lolled back. She was almost lifeless, but for the rise and fall of her chest or the pulse that still pumped blood from her wounds. He placed her on one of the empty examination tables and washed his hands, snapping on gloves. It was quick work to stitch her wounds and hook her to a blood transfusion after a quick check into her medical records.
“So you are fun after all, fräulein!”