by KajiraGames.
Chapter 17: Prosthetic Punishment.
Enquiries into the whereabouts of the bail bondsman's bounty-hunter, Carson, led Roberta to a basement unit whose sign said "Gimble's Prosthetics". Inside, she was met by a somewhat effete man who studied her carefully.
His gaze ranged all over her body, but it wasn't the usual sexual appraisal that an attractive young woman is used to. His examination was more clinical than that. Finally, he spoke. "My my, what lovely limbs you have! I'd just love to use you as a model for my work. Do you have time for a photo session?"
It would be a chance to look around the place, so Roberta nodded in agreement. "Excellent!" said Gimble. "Your skin is the whitest I've ever seen. And your sit-upon, if you'll excuse me, is very finely shaped. Wonderful!"
"Prosthetic posteriors produced?" asked Roberta, wondering at the relevance of his last remark. "Roberta's rump to represent replacement rears?"
"You'd be surprised what gets called for in my line of work. You do have a fascinating way of saying things, my dear. Just wait here a few minutes while I prepare my equipment." He hurried off, leaving Roberta in the waiting room. She soon got bored and followed him.
It was a complex place, and each room was more worrying than the last. She found tools that were suited partly to surgery and partly to butchery. Then a cell with a surgical table covered in blood. But there was no sign of Carson.
She came to a large room with another bench. Gimble's voice called out from somewhere hidden "Now now, I didn't say you could come down here yet. That perfectly-shaped tushie of yours needs a smacking."
Sighing with the predictability of this turn of events, Roberta bent over the surgical table and lifted her skirt. Her skimpy underwear left her behind mostly bare, waiting for the punishment that her Malkavian powers always called forth from people.
The first slap was the oddest one she had ever felt. It was a hard smack that hurt, but it was somehow very loose. And she thought Gimble must be a fellow vampire, so cold was the hand that smacked her. Two more spanks followed. Weird! So cold against her bare cheeks! And it felt like he had his wrist completely limp. Was he a stereotype gay? If so, it was surprising that her aura worked, or that he had admired her butt so much.
After a few more strokes, she looked back over her shoulder - and freaked out completely. Gimble was spanking her with a severed limb! Holding it by a handle protruding from the upper arm, he was making a dead hand smack her behind.
She leapt up, grossed out beyond belief. For the first time the bestial side of her vampire nature urged her to kill. She had been carrying a baseball bat for some time, knowing she would need protection sooner or later. Now she lashed out with it.
Gimble fought back with the severed arm. "No you don't! Bad girl! Your parts are going to make a lot of people happy. As soon as I sell them. But I'll keep the best bits for myself." Even in the middle of the battle, he was trying to spank her with his white-gloved left hand. This didn't make for good combat tactics, so Roberta's mental power helped her in this, her first serious fight.
Gimble's insanity gave him strength, but not enough to match a vampire's in the long run. Roberta clubbed him into the ground. "Crazy carver craves killing. Pulverize prosthetic-producing psychopath" she said as she delivered the final blows.
She found Carson in a cell, missing only some minor parts, and released him. Then she reported back to Arthur, the bail bondsman who employed him. Both men were so grateful, they restrained the puzzling urge they felt to put her over their knees - fortunately for them. Roberta was in no mood for another spanking so soon after getting the grossest one of her unlife - so far.
