The Caretaker's Experiment
Another story written for my slave. This one is about the Icon from Halloween Horror Nights, The Caretaker. He's inspired by multiple real killers including Gein, Manson, and Mengele. There's more information on the HHN wiki about him if you're interested in learning more about the character.
Edit: Fixed some minor typos and adjusted how some sentences were phrased.
"Quiet, quiet, and listen. I've been thinking. Maybe only fear, fear itself, is what gives life its meaning? What do you say?" the hoarse voice came from the aged man. "Do you agree?" he asked as he set the syringe down on the table next to him. He chuckled softly and reached out a hand and patted the bald subject on the shoulder. "A bit difficult to talk after that medicine, isn't it?" The patient stared blankly as tears rolled from his eyes unable to blink. The doctor pushed his long greyed hair out of his face with a gloved hand as he carefully selected his tools and continued speaking. "Now you won't be able to move but trust me, you'll be able to feel every single thing," he said with a smile as he picked up a large scalpel.
He pressed the scalpel into the soft tissue just below the collarbone on the right side and deftly cut a line into the flesh to the middle of the clavicle. He repeated a mirrored cut making a downward arrow on the man's chest. "Pain is a great supplement for fear. It causes the body to respond in ways it normally wouldn't," the doctor said as he continued running the blade vertically down the sternum. The man's eyes were wide and the tears had stopped but his eyes remained red. The doctor placed the scalpel down and fixed retractors in place to hold the skin back. He picked up a tool resembling pliers with a pair of levers. "This, my wayward subject, is a costotome. It will allow me access to that most vital organ," he said with a cold look in his blue eyes.
A quiet knock came from the door as he fixed the tool into place. "Enter," he called out as he squeezed the second lever. A loud crack emanated from the man's rib cage as the bone snapped. One of the servants stepped through. "Doctor Caine, Miss Cindy, is requesting to watch your experiment," the servant said with a casual glance at the doctor. Caine nodded as he clipped another rib and said, "Fine, fine, let her in." The servant stepped outside as Caine smiled and looked at his patient. "Looks like we have an audience today," he said and patted the man on his shoulder.
The man's eyes were still focused in silent screaming from the pain. Caine continued to clip ribs as the door slowly opened. "Hi, daddy," a soft voice called out. Caine rose to full height and smiled. "Cindy, come here little one," he said gesturing. She walked up and hugged him getting blood on the front of her dress. She did not mind though. She hated having to leave her father to go to school. The rumors at school about what went on at the Caretaker's mansion caused her to worry that something would happen before she got home. "So what are you doing today?" she said releasing the embrace and looking at the patient. "Just musing and investigating whether or not it's noticeable when the soul leaves the body," he said as he clipped the final rib. Cindy leaned down and smiled at the patient, "You're doing the world a service mister."
Caine lifted the cage from the cavity and set it on the table next to him. The man's heart was beating steadily. The drug kept the person's body calm but did not addle their mental faculties. Cindy watched as Caine pressed his finger softly against the heart. She squeezed her thighs together as she stared fixated on her father's hand. He picked up the scalpel again and continued the incision down from the diaphragm down to the pelvis. "Cindy, would you be a dear and attach the retractors," Caine said as he set the scalpel down. Cindy leaned over the patient with her frame and locked the retractors in place. Caine picked up his favorite tool from the tray and Cindy's eyes flashed with awe as they did each time he drew it.
The tool was a pair of shears that had clamping locks. It worked spectacularly for flaying and clipping organ's as well. Slowly Caine lifted the intestines from the abdominal cavity and snipped them. He locked the clamping mechanism in place. "Little one, can you attach the clamps?" He asked as he continued emptying the man's innards into a scale. Cindy's face became flush as she noticed the man's heart racing and she felt a throbbing feeling start between her thighs. She secured the clamps for her father. Caine smiled, "You'd make an excellent assistant or an even better doctor." Cindy nodded and said, "Thank you daddy."
Caine slowly and methodically removed the organs and weighed them out. He began softly whistling a tune. Cindy did not know what it was from but she had heard him whistling it before. Her eyes wandered over the tools and the patient's body. His eyes were still fixed in a stare. His heart was beating noticeably faster and his lungs were pulsing rapidly. Caine continued his measurements and notations in the ledger next to the body. Cindy's eyes wandered down the open cavity down to his waist. Her eyes widened as a wicked smile grew on her face. The man's dirty uncircumcised cock had risen to full height and liquid was around the slightly exposed head. While her father's back was away she reached out and wrapped her hand around it. She softly stroked her hand up and down the shaft.
Caine turned suddenly and looked at her. A terrible smile crossed his cracked lips. "That's called Angel Lust my dear. It seems that you've had some effect on the patient," he said as he walked around to her. He stood behind her and slid the blood dried hand up the inside of her thigh. "It seems he's also had an effect on you too," he said as he felt moisture around her panties. "Not necessarily him daddy..." she said as she pressed herself back against the Caretaker. Caine slid his fingers in and rubbed her hairy lips before sliding a finger into her. Cindy let out a moan as she gripped the patient's cock harder. She licked her lips softly as her father's fingers slid in and out of her roughly. Cindy leaned forward and kissed the head of the patient's cock.
She rolled the foreskin back and began licking around the head. The pungent taste of the oily residue made her cunt throb and drip. Her arousal lubricated Caine's fingers and he used the moisture to force his fingers into her puckered asshole. Caine leaned in as she pressed back against him with a moan. He whispered as he fingered her holes roughly, "It looks like my little girl's grown to be a filthy whore like her mother. As filthy a cocksleeve in death as she was in life." Caine's words sent Cindy's head into a fog as she took the patient's cock completely down her throat. Roughly she fucked her throat against his shaft as her father's fingers probed her favorite spots.
She looked at the patient's exposed heart and lungs. A smile curled in the corners of her mouth as she saw them beating faster than they had been since she walked in. Suddenly his heart seized and his lungs struggled to pump air. She felt wet warmth strike the back of her throat and she pulled her head back. She sucked on the head of the cock tasting the cum. She continued milking the head as she noticed the man's eyes had glassed over. Cum continued filling her mouth as his eyes started to dilate in his rigor. Caine whispered in her ear as he dug his other hand into her breasts, "Look at me, little girl." She brought her face up and swallowed. She put her hands on her father's wrists before turning to face him.
Caine leaned down and kissed her deeply. She moaned as her father's tongue forced it's way into her mouth. He tasted of bourbon and pipe smoke. Caine grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the tabled. Instinctively she spread her pale legs and leaned back from the force of the kiss. She placed her hand back and it rested against the still erect cock. She stroked as Caine pulled back from her. "I love it when you kiss me daddy..." she started, ".... could you please kiss me some more?" she said as she flipped the front of her skirt up. Her white panties were soaked through and slightly pink from the blood Caine had smeared on her. The black hair on her mound shown through her panties. Caine squeezed her lips through the panties as he reached behind her and grabbed the shears.
Deftly he cut her panties from her throbbing cunt lips. A trail of slimy moisture hung from them and dropped down the edge of the table as she panted softly. Cindy's hand continued to stroke the hard cock of the patient. Caine closed the shears and ran the head of them between her cunt lips. Cindy moaned as the tool parted her. "Kiss me daddy please!" she moaned as the metal hit her clit from the rocking. Caine leaned forward and rubbed his cracked lips on her clit softly. Cindy let out a loud moan as he wrapped his lips around her small nub. She began panting as her father's rough tongue flicked across it. Suddenly the Caretaker forced his large tongue into her cunt. She shuddered and squeezed her muscled against him. She lifted her legs around his shoulders and crossed her thighs as she pulled her father's face as close as possible.
His nose rubbed her throbbing clit as he thrust his tongue in and out of her. Cindy pinched her left nipple hard with her free hand and began shuddering. Caine's mouth flooded with warm liquid as Cindy bucked and grinded her hairy cunt against his face. Her legs fell limp as she leaned back breathing heavily. Her hand continued stroking the patient's cock as Caine leaned forward over her. He wrapped his crack hand around her jaw and forced his tongue in her mouth. Her head began to swim as she tasted her juices he had held in his mouth for her. Caine pulled away and took his shears to the front of her dress. Snip, snip, snip. Her dress fell from her body.
"My little girl, you're going to be in a world of ecstasy and pain," he said as he lifted her up. He gestured with his eyes at the rigored cock. "Straddle it," he ordered. Cindy nodded and knelt above the patient's cock. Softly she lowered herself down. The cool head of it parted her lips as she sank until her black hair met the blood matted brown hair. "Now ride like the whore you are," Caine said dryly. Cindy lifted herself up and brought herself down. "Yes daddy..." she said as she began a rhythm riding the corpse's erection. She felt her father's rough hands on her back and moaned as she felt him wrap his left hand around her throat from behind.
Caine brought the open shears across her breasts as he kissed her neck opposite the way his hand cradled her. Lines of blood bubbled up on her chest and she began massaging it into her aching breasts. Caine placed the shears down on the table and picked up the scalpel from the operation. Cindy's eyes were closed lost in the oxygen deprivation and the fat cock she was bouncing on. Suddenly she felt slight itches and burns in her back and let out shriek as she began shuddering on the cock. She felt more lines carved into her back as she continued shuddering from the pain. Caine pressed his cracked lips to the nape of her neck. "More daddy.... I love it when you make me feel like this...." she said as she continued grinding her sopping cunt into the corpse's pelvis.
Caine began running his tongue over the wounds giving slight relief before they began aching again. He continued scoring her back as she rode the cock. Caine's mouth traveled down and she felt his warm breath on her lower back. His tongue trailed down the cleft of her ass and circled her hole. "More daddy.... please..." she moaned as she felt him softly pressing the tip of his tongue into her. She felt his tongue move away but kept riding the cold cock. Lightly, she felt something smooth and slightly wet press against her asshole as Caine moved up behind her. He wrapped his left hand back around her throat. Suddenly she felt him thrust.
His whole length was in her. She felt him in her stomach and she let out a scream as she felt her hole tear. Caine's hairy chest pressed against her back. She felt his coarse grey pubic hair against her ass as he bottomed out. He pulled back to where the head was just barely in and thrust back in. She moaned loudly as he roughly thrust into her. He kissed her neck as his cock tore into her. His hand tightened around her throat while he scored her tits with the scalpel. She massaged her breasts roughly, lost in ecstasy. "I love you daddy.... I love you daddy..." she kept mumbling as she felt the blood pouring from her torn ass.
Caine began thrusting roughly into her and Cindy began panting roughly. "Fuck me like you fucked mom," she whispered, "fill me with the same cum that made me...." Caine whispered in her ear as he thrusted faster, "My sweet little whore all you'll ever be good for is pleasing daddy's cock." "Y-yes," she panted feeling her clit throbbing. Cain cut lines on her stomach as he thrust roughly. Cindy began to shudder and let out a shriek as she felt her father's seed pour deep into her stomach. A fine mist sprayed from her cunt as she leaned back her head to meet his kiss. She sat panting in his arms and a smile crossed her lips as she noticed the mist splattered on the corpse's frozen face and glassed eyes.