tagErotic HorrorThe Mad Doctor Whitaker Ch. 01

The Mad Doctor Whitaker Ch. 01


There once was a mad doctor who lived in an old castle on a mountain overlooking a small town. Nobody had ever seen the doctor, and no one had been inside the castle for many years. Most people of the town believed the doctor had died or left the mountain a long time ago. However, once or twice a year adventurous teens would wait until it was very dark and sneak up the old road leading to the castle gates and come back with terrifying, wild tales about the noises they heard. They had to wait until night because the road was visible from the castle and from the town; they didn’t want the doctor waiting for them and the adults of the town would punish them for making the dangerous trek, for many people had disappeared over the years. These unsolved disappearances were blamed on the mad doctor, though police could never find signs of the missing or their supposed abductor.

In fact, the sheriff said there wasn’t anyone in the castle at all. He believed the kidnapper was a stranger who came into the town secretly and lured his prey away quickly and stealthily. Over time this led to rather gruff treatment of any strangers who passed through the town. Police harassed them, storeowners were rude and suspicious of them, and all the citizens avoided them, often by locking themselves up in their homes until they felt safe enough to come out again.

While strangers had become a rarity for the town, they did come around every once in a while. One summer day a young man pulled into town. He needed directions, and when he saw a girl walking along the road, he stopped to talk to her.

Jessica was walking home from the city pool. She spent every day at the pool swimming and sun bathing, enjoying her last summer before she left for college in the fall. She was eager to get away from Kirksville and the freaked-out, superstitious people who lived there. At the same time, she was sad that she would be leaving the friends she’d known since childhood.

As she was walking home, however, she wasn’t dreaming about her future nor reminiscing about the good times; she was bored out of her skull and melting under the sun. It was hot and humid. She was sweating. It was nearly a mile from the pool to her house, which was just outside of town. Normally, her boyfriend would have given her a ride, but she no longer had a boyfriend. They had dated for over a year and after she finally gave her virginity to him a month ago, he dumped her.

She stopped walking and took off her backpack to get her water bottle out. She had her towel around her waist and was wearing a T-shirt with her bikini on underneath. Her shirt was soaking with sweat, and stuck to her warm body and since she was more than halfway home she decided to take it off for the rest of her walk.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and started off for home again. Her thumb was hooked under the backpack’s strap that was resting next to the string of her bikini top and she was rolling the string between her thumb and forefinger and started humming to herself as she walked. The breeze felt nice against her skin.

A car was coming toward her and as it slowed down, she became very nervous. Memories of all the stories she had heard about strangers and kidnappings came rushing back to her. She started walking faster, hoping the car would keep going. The car stopped and she glanced over as the window came down. A young man stuck his head out the window and said, “Hey there.” She froze, terrified and silent, staring at the ground in front of her. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and goosebumps popped up all over her body and her nipples became erect. “Hello,” said the man a little louder. His voice made her jump and her arm jerked. Her backpack fell to the ground and the bikini string, which was hooked under her thumb, broke with the sudden movement. Her tit flopped out.

She quickly covered herself with the palm of her hand. The man smiled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you okay?” She nodded silently and they looked at each other, waiting for whatever would happen next. After what seemed to be an eternal silence, the man spoke again.

“Umm, I’m afraid I’m lost. I’m a reporter and I’m looking for the castle of Doctor Whitaker.” She looked back over her shoulder at the mountain and the man followed her gaze. “Of course, that must be it, but I was wondering if you could tell me how to get up there.” Again she was silent, trying to determine if he was a threat. “Really, I’m sorry if I scared you, but I’m kind of in a hurry. I’d like to get up there before the sun goes down so I can take some pictures.”

He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, and she realized that he was probably too young to be the kidnapper considering that people had been disappearing for the past 30 years. He was actually kind of cute and was being friendly enough. She was acting ridiculous and she blushed with embarrassment, sending goosebumps over body again.

“You can’t drive up there anymore,” she said. “The road is full of rocks and boulders from landslides. You have to hike up to it." It suddenly occurred to her that she was still cupping her breast and she quickly grabbed her shirt from her backpack with her free hand. “Could you…?”

This time it was the man’s turn to blush and he quickly turned his head and shielded her from his view while she slipped her shirt back on. “Okay, I’m decent now,” she said.

He looked over at her again as she was pulling her torn bikini out through the sleeve of her small T-shirt. “That’s hardly decent,” he thought to himself; her shirt was still wet and it clung to her body. Her tits hung unsupported and her nipples were hard. He couldn’t help staring at her. The dark areolae were slightly visible and his penis swelled a little. She was tall and slender, with long arms and legs, and a dark tan and brown hair.

“I, uh….well, how long do you think it would take to hike up the mountain?” he asked.

She approached the car and crossed her arms under her breasts. “Probably a couple of hours; I don’t really know. I’ve never been up there. It’s supposed to be haunted or something. Most people never go there.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I’m going to find out what the big mystery is all about.” He could smell her: a mixture of chlorine, tanning lotion, and sweat. Her towel was wrapped low around her waist and his cock twitched when he saw her tan belly between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of her bikini. “I’ll be in town for about a week, getting people’s stories about the doctor and taking pictures of the castle. Maybe you could tell me some of the stories you’ve heard?” She noticed the bulge in his pants and was secretly thrilled that she was arousing this stranger “At least point me towards a hotel. I don’t think I’ll be able to get up there and back before sundown.”

She put her hands on the roof of the car and bent down to look inside, giving him a peek down her shirt. “Give me a piece of paper and I’ll write down the directions for you.” He gave her a pen a paper and she stood up to write the directions on the roof of his car. While she wrote his eyes never left her breasts. They hung inches away from his face and one jiggled slightly with the movements of her arm as she wrote. “Here you go. I put my number on there too—call me and I’ll try to answer any questions you have for your story.”

“Thanks. I’ll give you a call soon.” He read her directions and number and asked if she would like a ride somewhere, but when he looked up again she was already gone. He watched her ass in his rearview mirror as she walked away.

Sherman came home to an empty house. His wife would be home soon. He went to see if his daughter was in her room. “Are you home, Jessica?” She was probably out with her friends or at the pool. Her room was a mess. Clothes were everywhere. He went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer where he knew she kept her bras and panties. He picked up a pair of dark blue panties. As soon as he touched them, he was aroused. He smelled them; they were clean and smelled fresh. He smiled and licked the crotch, knowing that she would soon be wearing them.

He put them away and noticed a pair on the floor. He picked them up and looked at them. They were white cotton panties with a strawberry printed on the front. He sniffed them; they had a musky scent that was mixed with a sweet perfume.

He was feeling very horny but decided he would wait until his wife got home. To take his mind off sex, he went to the kitchen to get something to eat. He looked in the refrigerator and his eyes froze on a big jar of strawberry jam. Realizing he couldn’t wait for his wife, he grabbed the jam and took off his pants.

He closed his eyes and opened the jar and imagined he was inhaling the sweet scent of his daughter’s pussy. “Mmm, Jessie, your pussy smells like strawberries,” he thought to himself. He took off his underwear and paused to think about how ridiculous he was about to be. Laughing, he put the head of his cock in the jar. The jam was cold and soft and felt surprisingly wonderful. He had never fucked a jelly jar before, and felt like he was doing something very taboo. He bent over so that his penis would go into the jar without spilling jam all over the floor. He slowly pushed his cock further into the jam until it hit the bottom of the jar. He twisted the jar and the cold jelly surrounded his cock. He pulled it out a little and there was a perverse sucking sound.

“What do you call that, Sherman?” He turned around and saw his wife watching him. Embarrassment overwhelmed him. He stood up straight and quickly pulled the jar off his cock, which sprung free and flung jam like a catapult.

“Uh, this? I guess I call this Smuckers,” he answered sheepishly.

“Oh yeah? Well it must be good. Do you mind if I have a taste?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his entire cock. She looked up at him with the head of his cock deep in her throat. She inhaled deeply through her nose and moaned with lust as she slowly sucked the strawberries from his meat. She grabbed his ass and pulled him as deep into her mouth as she could, burying her nose in his pubic hair. Wanting more, she cupped his balls with one hand and pushed her long tongue out to lick them. He came in her throat and she swallowed.

She pumped and milked all the cum from his cock and slurped and sucked him clean. “Oh god, I love your cock.”

“Thanks, baby. That was fantastic. Come on, let’s go take a shower.”

The phone rang and she said, “Okay I’ll be right there. Let me get the phone.”

Sherman went upstairs to get the shower ready. He could hear his wife downstairs talking. When she came up she asked him if he had seen Jessica.

“No she wasn’t here when I got home. She’s probably at the pool.”

“Well, that was the sheriff. He said he saw her talking to a young man this afternoon.”

Sherman’s erection wilted. “What else did the sheriff say?”

“He said that he didn’t recognize the man’s car and that Jessie got in the car with him. He followed them for a while but got called away to stop a fight at the bar downtown. He was calling to find out if we knew who the man was and to let us know what our daughter was up to.”

“Did he say where they were headed?”

“Yes. Oh Sherman! He said they were going towards…the Castle of Mad Doctor Whitaker!”

to be continued…

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