Prescription for Pain

This is a very violent and extreme story that is fantasy only. I condone nothing in this story and if this type of material offends you please read no further.

Prescription for Pain: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Dr. Brooks put on a robe and whipped up a quick meal, as she was famished from all the activity. She could tell Barbara was not going to hang on much longer, and it was time to dispatch her before things got too messy. Contemplating the best way to do this, she came up with a perfectly devious plan. Dr. Brooks had found out about Barbara through discussions with a colleague, the talk had somehow turned to phobias, and the colleague had stated that a current patient had the worst case of claustrophobia that she had ever come across. As fate would have it Barbara happened to be walking by at that very moment, and when the associate pointed her out, Dr. Brooks knew she would have her. The rest was just the logistics of the abduction, the writing of the script. She always tried to find a terrifying and fitting end for her victims, now it was clear what the perfect end would be, and she poured herself a tall drink as a reward.

She had a large trunk in the dungeon filled with some of the clothes from the others, and this would be perfect. After making a trip to the hardware store and procuring the necessary items, a large hole was drilled into the top to which she secured a dryer hose. She was going to need help getting this upstairs and with the digging outside. Dr. Brooks needed Samantha's help.

SAMANTHA

Samantha's life was a clock. She was always worried that she would miss her daily duties as sometimes her brain became so scrambled she couldn't remember anything. She would shake in fear as she heard the doctor coming up the stairs, sometimes crying not knowing if she had been bad or not. It hadn't always been like this. She was once a promising attorney with a mind sharp as a tack, beautiful, but nothing to be taken advantage of if that person wanted to avoid being ripped apart verbally. Fiercely independent, that version of Samantha might as well have been another person entirely as she shared nothing in common with the NEW Samantha. The New Samantha's whole existence depended on Dr. Brooks' approval. She would do anything no matter how disgusting or painful to try and please.

Was it time yet?

No.

She had a vague awareness that things were terribly wrong but couldn't tell if it was her fault or not, so it was better to make the assumption that it was, as problems usually were her doing. The clock on the wall was her friend and tormentor. Sometimes she would remember with perfect clarity that at precisely one o'clock and again at seven o'clock she was to relieve herself, go downstairs, grab a protein bar and drink, clean up, then come back to bed and wait. At ten o'clock in the morning she was to take a shower. When she could remember these things she loved the clock. It was another thing entirely if her brain was all fogged up. The clock mocked her stupidity and ticked away the seconds until the doctor came back. But when the doctor came back at least she would know and would be told what to do, there was no guessing or worrying after that…the doctor was precise…like the clock.

She could hear the doctor coming up the stairs now and panic set in. A quick look at the clock…four o'clock, did she do those things at one?

“Samantha, I need your help.”

Relief.

She almost wanted to cry, the doctor needed her help. She must have been good, no…very good to have the doctor need her in this way. Samantha dropped to her knees as her reason for living walked into the room. The doctor was so beautiful, a goddess. She had no flaws in Samantha's eyes. At thirty-eight, small lines had started to appear on the doctors face, but that just defined her more to Samantha. Samantha was ten years her junior, and although she was considered by many to be stunning, no one could possibly equal the doctor's magnificence. The doctor was right to punish her, it made Dr. Brooks happy, so what could be better? She bent down and kissed the doctor's feet. If she could just spend eternity worshiping her body it would be heaven on earth, but life is cruel…and so was Dr. Brooks. She had a hazy recollection of first being taken by the doctor, being hooked up to a machine, and a lot of pain. While she had always liked men before, since then all she cared about was Dr. Brooks. To pamper her, eat her out, serve as her toilet, it was all bliss.

“Put some shoes on and follow me to the dungeon.” Samantha quickly bolted up and ran for her tennis shoes stumbling from trying to move too quickly. Dr. Brooks laughed, always finding it amusing how utterly fanatical Samantha's devotion to her was. In some ways Samantha was the perfect partner she was always looking for, the only flaw being that she couldn't speak. This was due to the fact that shortly after her capture Dr. Brooks performed some home surgery on her patient, cutting her vocal cords. This turned out to be unnecessary, as she developed her mind box shortly afterwards, and could have simply given her the command to stop screaming. Nonetheless it made for a good tape to watch.

Samantha helped Dr. Brooks lug the chest from the dungeon to the yard outside. She didn't know what the chest was for, nor did she care. A shovel was given to her and she was told to dig a hole to bury the chest in. Dr. Brooks left her and returned her attentions back to Barbara.

Barbara was still lying on the bathroom floor with the soap phallus sticking out of her mouth, however the soft soap had drooped down like a flaccid cock causing Dr. Brooks to laugh. She took the soap out of Barbara's mouth. “If you can't keep it up I just have no use for you! Time to get up.” Barbara's body tried to move but was unable to perform the task, as it was too far-gone. The doctor gave her a swift kick in the chest out of frustration, turned and left to get help from her slave. Returning with Samantha, they began to drag her outside. The broken remains of Barbara did not shock Samantha; on the contrary, she felt a twinge of jealousy at the amount of attention Barbara must have gotten over her. This made Samantha drag her with an extra roughness that caused Dr. Brooks to laugh. Once outside Samantha resumed her digging task with extra gusto in an effort to prove she was the better servant. While watching Samantha's beautiful body furiously digging, Dr. Brooks used the time to inform Barbara of her plan.

“Barbie, you've probably already guessed what I have in store for you now.” Dr. Brooks spoke as she caressed Barbara's face with her feet. “While we've had a good time, all good things must come to an end. Your body is breaking down and there is nothing we can do about that. Suck.” Barbara began sucking on the doctor's toes. “As soon as my slave Sammy there gets the hole deep enough we are going to put you in the chest and bury you. I've attached an air hose so you don't have to worry about that, but it might be a bit cramped down there, so let's hope for your sake this ends quickly.” Dr. Brooks was now fired up and stroking herself. Barbara continued to suck on the toes as the doctor slowly began sliding off the chair and positioned herself above Barbara's face. “One last time?”

Samantha was becoming insanely jealous catching this activity out of the corner of her eye, and this caused her to dig at such a rapid pace that no dirt was even being lifted out. “Slow down Samantha! Don't worry, after this I will have a nice reward for you. We will be spending the night together and you can show me how much you adore me.” Samantha's heart fluttered, it was going to be the greatest night ever and she would make the doctor realize just how much she really loved her, but first she must be the best digger anywhere. Dr. Brooks determined that Samantha now had the mind of three year old and needed to reward and punish appropriately to get the maximum value from her. Quite a change from the arrogant attorney she ran into when they first met.

She had needed an attorney to get her out of another mess having to due with her abuse of a sub. The bitch had gone to the hospital and someone must have talked her into pressing charges. She was NOT going to go through this again and she needed a heavy hitting attorney work out some kind of settlement…there was plenty of money. Samantha was recommended by another lawyer who couldn't (or wouldn't) take the case, and the doctor was pleasantly surprised to find Samantha a beautiful, sexy blond. Dr. Brooks began to cozy up to Samantha quite quickly but it became apparent that she found the doctor disgusting would have none of it. She blamed it on professional ethics and the doctor silently vowed that soon she would cure her of her ethics problem. All in good time. The case was settled by paying what the doctor thought was an enormous amount of money to such a low life creature, what could she possibly use that money for? She should be paying the doctor. However it was best to let this go as she was too connected with the sub and that could be trouble if revenge was extracted, besides, it was a drop in the bucket compared to her whole inheritance.

She was already well off from her career but the money she received after her parents “accident” had allowed Dr. Brooks to operate with almost total anonymity, sovereignty few people would ever achieve. She then purchased a large track of land and secured it with state of the art equipment. There was going to me no more running to the hospital or police after this incident. The important thing now was to have as little ties to her victims as possible, but a few exceptions could be made and Samantha was one.

One of the few talents of Samantha's still hidden from the doctor was her great digging skill, and she was soon marveling at the speed at which the grave was dug. Barbara's tongue had slowed down and it was obvious that she was not going to be able to bring the doctor to the proper climax. Frustrated, the doctor got up and cinched her robe. “Samantha, help me put this chest in.” They dropped the chest into the hole and had just enough room to open the top wide enough to lower Barbara in. “Here we go Barbie...” and she was lowered into the chest. The lid was closed. Dr. Brooks held up the air hose as Samantha shoveled dirt into the hole and soon all that was visible was part of the tube sticking up from the ground. Dr. Brooks cut the excess hose off and listened for sounds coming from the bottom. A rapid breathing was all she could hear. “Barbie, I know you must be terrified down there in that little hole…” she stroked herself as she spoke, “ but try not to let it overtake you, people CAN die of freight you know.” The doctor giggled and had one last gift for Barbara. She pissed down the hose.