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The Zoo	By : modeac Category: +A through F > Bloodrayne Views: 16986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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THE ZOO
CHAPTER 3: THE DOCTOR IS IN
AUTHORS NOTES
Warning; This chapter contains Surgical/Medical fetish, among other weird things.
'This' means someone is thinking.
Italics alone means the name of something, i.e. Brimstone Society.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with character A in a warehouse. Then we go to character B in an apartment- a scene change from a warehouse to an apartment.
Disclaimer; I do not own the Bloodrayne franchise or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is nonprofit-I am making no money from this.

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Heavy metal doors opened with a whir and a clank as a group of people in surgical scrubs raced across a hallway flanking a bed on wheels. On that bed was Agent Bloodrayne laying limply covered in sweat and mutant sperm.
Rayne's eyes had glassed over, they were narrowed and it was as though a light had gone out. Her once sparkling green eyes registered nothing as she was carried deeper into the building through reinforced doors finally stopping inside a bright lit and sparkling clean lab.
She had been injected with something that paralyzed her limbs so the Dhampir could make no move to resist as she was taken off the hospital bed and placed onto a device that looked like a gynecological exam chair. Her ankles were locked in place leaving small puddles of cum dripping from her defiled body. She was similarly restrained by metal manacles across her wrists, upper arms and thick leather straps across her throat and chest.
"Hello, I've wanted to meet you for some time…" The voice, cultured, intelligent and so cold reignited something in Rayne's traumatized eyes. She turned her head and saw a woman that trapped her attention- like a black hole she fell into her; 5'9 by her estimates she wore a lab coat that reached down to her knees that was opened showing a slender body encased in a black spandex-like material that clashed violently with the stark white protective gear and pale skin. Her straight hair was deep black a fell to chest length framing a somewhat thin but attractive face. A gloved hand eased tinted sunglasses up to her forehead revealing eyes that froze Rayne with a dreadful recognition.
"YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
The eerily calm woman slowly raised a finger to her lips, she shushed Rayne like she a child.
"Shhh... We haven't had the mutual pleasure of meeting before. My name is Doctor Milla Simonovna Bliznova. You may call me Dr Milla if you like… and you… are my new favorite subject-"
"You'll be my new fucking favorite chew toy when I get out of here you russkie bitch!"
The doctor looked disappointed at Rayne's outburst. It was only for an instant before icy amusement reappeared.
"Speaking of getting out…" The coldly serene woman picked up what looked like…a vacuum cleaner? She placed it on a wheeled table next to Rayne's stretched open legs.
"OH FUCK NO YOU TWISTED CU-MMMPPHHH!" One of the men who dragged Rayne from out of the straw enclosure forcibly twisted a ball gag into the screaming woman's mouth cutting her foul tirade off.
Dr Milla took the hose of the cleaner herself, it was positioned between Rayne's legs opposite the wall of spunk that had built up covering Rayne's sexual areas then pushed forwards penetrating the thick white goo and driving deep into Rayne's stretched out and cum-packed vaginal channel. The lady doctor showed no disgust to the sight, the horrid sklutch sound of the plastic hose pushing aside the near paste thick cum or the choking stench Rayne gave off from her recent violation.
The doctor pressed a button on the base of the device.
Rayne's eyes shot from hateful rage to pained terror as her whole body shook. There was a sickening muffled squealching noise and a gurgling as the river of cooling spunk inside Rayne's body was vacuumed out and pulled along a plastic tube into storage. Rayne stared down at her stomach, formally bloated from insemination as it sank down. Her teeth gnashed into the thick rubber in her mouth as the vacuum suction pulled on her delicate inner tissues. Milla placed a palm down on Rayne's shrinking belly and twisted her wrist about trying to suck up every bit of thick paste-like spunk Rayne had been filled with. The vacuum head moved about her vaginal canal and the walls of her womb like a mother trying to vacuum inside a cupboard. It was painful to Rayne, but also unimaginably disgusting and frightening.
"I think that's all of it." After thoroughly violating the adventuress's inner body the unnerving Russian had swept over the dhampirs skin sucking up the white liquid that had spilled out from Rayne's dangerously overfilled body. She then ran her fingers over Rayne's silky smooth skin in an erotic gesture that didn't meet her cold blueish green eyes.
"That's the first stage of cleaning done, boys." She gestured to four men who stood averting their eyes from the doctor dispite the smallest of the men being four inches taller and a hundred pounds heavier than the slender woman.
Dr Milla patted the vacuum cleaner full of rape fluids. "I leave her in your capable care."

Rayne was taken to yet another room; this one had a large trough in the middle. Rayne's heart stopped with terror as she saw it was filled with a clear liquid she knew all too well. Water.
The men unbuckled and lifted her from the bed she was held captive on and picked her up high into the air. Her restraints had been modified; she now had her arms held behind her back with thick metal manacles around her wrists and her legs held open by a small spreader bar attached to thick metal around her ankles. One of them pulled the ballgag out and the woman seized the moment to scream.
"YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKERS! I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING ARMS OFF AND USE THEM TO FIST YOU UP THE ASS! I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND USE YOUR SKIN AS TOILET PAPER! I'LL-"
The men ignored Rayne as she ranted on and on. The raging Dhampir willed her limbs to do something, to fight, escape, as they clearly intended to toss her into what essentially was acid to the Dhampir. Her limbs began to twitch suggesting the drugs were wearing off.
Still holding on with steel hard grips then men lifted her higher then dropped her face first into the water.
Rayne thrashed wildly, her legs kicked into open air, her fingers flailed trapped by manacles that held her arms behind her back.
After the shock of the ice cold water covering her body was the terrified need for escape, her body raged against the four mens iron grip as her lungs burned for air and her eyes darted across the bottom of the metal trough she had dunked in.
Finally she was pulled her up and out of the water trough. She gasped and spluttered even as her head was pulled up her hair- so hard it nearly pulled out strands of the demonic red locks. She blinked as her hair was brushed out of her face.
'It- it's not burning me… it's... deconsecrated water…' Rayne had a lot of experience with deconsecrated water- it was how the heroine bathed at home. Fountains of blood just weren't practical after all.
Rayne gasped and shivered and choked as she filled her lungs up with air. Before she could deliver hateful comments at the bastards who just tried to drown her, the trembling redhead was violently shoved back down into the drowning water where she once again succumbed to the panic of near drowning. This time she was held down longer, when her captors pulled her back up she choked up water that had made it into her nostrils and down her throat, her lungs and throat burned and she made a series of choking shuddering breaths to soothe her screaming lungs.
"Rayne, that's your name right?" The heroine didn't know where the voice came from, her brain was malfunctioning from the terror of nearly drowning. The man to her left brushed a soaking wet bang out of Rayne's dripping face and looked her in the eye.
"The Doc told us to clean you. Do you want us to do it a more gentle way?"
"F-fuck you…"
They forced her under the water again, it was freezing cold. Her eyes darted around the smooth metal sides looking for escape, there was none. She tried to think of something to do, some trick to escape her bonds, but her minds was frozen by terror. She did remember not to inhale under water but the hand on her head and the elbow across her back held her down and all she do was thrash in fear as her lungs depleted their supply of oxygen.
She was pulled up from the torturous water;
"Well, do you want us to stop this?" The same bastard asked again.
Before she could respond she was cast down into the water again.
'Don't inhale. Don't inhale. Don't inhale…'
Something touched her on her sore and stretched vaginal lips, a hand. She tried to twist her head to see it and though she knew what was about to happen she couldn't stop her response. Something rough- a flannel of some kind forced its way into Rayne's tortured sexual canal. It invaded deep then began twisting around inside her wounded orifice rubbing against sensitive nerve endings.
She couldn't stop it; bubbles exploded from her mouth as she cried out in pain beneath the water and began involuntarily inhaling. The guards dragged her up before she drowned the flannel and a crude hand directing it still buried deep inside her.
"All you have to do is say 'please'."
Rayne choked up water that dribbled down her chin down her bare chest and sternum back to the cold water basin below.
"Y- you fucking-"
She was slammed into the water again. The flannel was driven deeper and twisted around viciously. Then she was released and brought up for air.
"Pieces of-" Slammed down again.
"Cunts…" Again, a different cleaning cloth was driven into Rayne vagina, this one felt thinner and the hand that drove it forced it deeper into Rayne body- past her cervix and into her womb. Rayne spasmed as the cloth forced ice cold water around her uterus.
"D-dickless-"
Again. And again and again, Rayne never did say please or do what the sadistic guards wanted her to do and finally one of the guards got a phone call. The burly man said 'yes' a lot, then told the other to finish up. The final dunk into the trough occurred after a bottle of some kind of liquid was discharged into Raynes body- some kind of cold liquid was spread across Raynes womb and vagina, rubbed in then washed out during the final bout of water torture.
At the end Rayne was near drowned, violated inside and out and freezing so hard she couldn't stop trembling. But not quite broken.
The men dried Rayne off with towels; they were inappropriately soft and fluffy, the only discomfort was the burning humiliation of being restrained and touched by men who clearly wanted to use her body like a toy.
They started at her head drying her dripping, striking red hair, then moved down over her exotic face, then across her trapped arms. Her breasts received an inordinate amount of attention; both men rubbed and squeezed the large wet mounds even after they dried. Similar undue attention was given to her round ass, her vagina and her long legs.
-X-
Rayne, once again tied to a bed was wheeled into a room of blue walls, bright lights and surgical equipment. While she kept up her appearance of murderous rage the woman wondered if this day was ever going to end.
Dr Milla appeared and smiled at Rayne not unlike the way a normal doctor would smile at a frightened child. She stepped around Rayne dressed in surgical scrubs including a face mask, an apron, gloves, glasses and surgical cap. She stepped over to a CD player and switched it on. Soothing orchestra music filled the air and Rayne considered mocking the woman's music tastes before the doctor delivered several injections to the struggling heroine. Seconds later beautiful emerald eyes rolled to the back of a pretty head as Rayne entered drugged unconsciousness.
Dr Milla took several snips of Rayne's hair to be placed on a petri dish held by a silent assistant.
She jabbed a syringe into the heroine's arm filling the plastic tube with the drugged woman's life fluid.
Machines bleeped and the helpless woman had IV's placed into her body as Milla continued working on her, trailing her hands over parts of Rayne's magnificent body in a very inappropriate manner for a surgeon.
A metal needle- as long as Rayne's forearm (elbow to wrist) attached to a long transparent tube held by Dr Milla was slowly eased into Rayne's side as she slept under sedative fed by a gas mask over her face.
She held up the device, now filled with something she had taken from Rayne's body and smiled at it stroking a finger across it before placing it inside a refrigerated metal box and locking it.
Milla carefully made black lines across Rayne's torso. She picked up a scalpel, pressed down on the beautiful flesh with the slender fingers of her free hand and drove the blade forwards. Smoothly she pulled the blade across the woman's body following the pen lines and cutting Rayne open.
After dabs with surgical cotton cleaned the blood specks that oozed from Rayne's wound Milla took a second, thinner blade to cut into the organ within.
More dabbing, more cutting, deeper and deeper.
Humming along to an orchestral rendition of "The Lady in Red", a love song from Chris de Burgh's 1986 album Into the Light, Dr Milla placed her fingers inside Rayne's body poking internals and pulling open her body tissues.
When the opening into her body was wide enough a metal device was placed inside. Turning a crank counter-clockwise forced two parts of the device to widen forcing the internals further and further apart, opening Rayne's internals to the world.
Finally the clamp stopped and Milla went to her next task…
END CHAPTER 3

AUTHORS NOTES
Dr Milla's full name has been changed from Galakov to Milla Simonovna Bliznova as the former sounded a little lazy. Her physical appearance is based on Milla Jovovich as Violet Song Jat Sharif in Ultraviolet.
Deconsecrated water; The dictionary defines deconsecration as 'to remove the sacred character of' i.e. deconsecrate a church. In this story I use the idea of deconsecrated water to explain how to use water without the burning effect it has on Rayne in the games and to close a plothole of people asking how a Dhampir would maintain cleanliness.
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