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 1

Dr. Jennifer Brooks was a sadist. Ever since she was a child she had been mean and entirely self-centered, prompting her parents at one point to put her in a special school for troubled youths. The school experience basically taught her to blend in and hide her cruel exterior. She was also very intelligent, which allowed her to excel financially, to become a research scientist, and to operate with great independence. At an early age she determined that she was a lesbian, which was fine in the fact that she felt women were more vulnerable, and much easier prey. But the more she hid her inner desires, the worse they became.

Her first attempts at relationships had been with self proclaimed “subs”, whose limits were quickly reached the first night. She eventually found a woman that could put up with much of her abuse and was the longest relationship she would ever have…six months…however, that ended very badly, along with charges. It was after this that a psychological barrier had been breeched, and soon followed the first unwilling “partners”. These women were abused and tortured in ways that sometimes even shocked Dr. Books herself, and things got especially bad if she had a few drinks in her. Of course she didn't want to go to jail so there was only one thing to do, dispose of them.

The doctor's latest catch was a cute blond she procured from the university campus. This one was easy and she had refined her methods so that it would be almost impossible to trace the abduction back to her. As always she set up the video camera to record her session, and had everything planned out like a script. These were movies she loved to watch again and again. She was the sexy evil villain, and played to the camera as much as to the victim. The victim never had to act.

BARBARA

Barbara awoke to find herself naked, gagged and bound to a chair, looking up at the stranger before her. Dr. Brooks had a lab coat on, glasses and her hair pulled back; she was also carrying a clipboard. Barbara had no idea how she got here or who this woman was. Dr. Brooks opened up her lab coat revealing that she was naked except for a pair of panties. “I'll bet that you probably have a million questions right now and all those will be answered soon, but right now we need to keep things quiet so I can concentrate.”

Dr. Brooks then leisurely slipped off her lab coat like she was doing a strip tease for the camera. With only her high heels on she began slowly walking around her, exaggerating her hip movements seductively. “Barbie…I'm going to call you Barbie from now on because you are my little doll…my name is Dr. Brooks. I have developed a system of blocking people's ability to control their own muscles, and allowing another person to take control. So I'm going to turn you into my own personal robot.” Dr. Brooks was smiling and obviously thought this was amusing because she started giggling. “I don't imagine you are a lesbian but I guess that won't matter because there is nothing you can really do about it. You see, you will still have you own thoughts, it's just that your body will only respond to my commands. I think that's the fun part…don't you?”

Dr. Brooks then walked over to the table and picked up two electrodes and stuck them on Barbara's temples, one on each side. “By the way, how do my panties taste? I'm afraid they were a little wet as I came a few times while I was abducting and tying you up…in fact…I feel one coming on right now!” Dr. Brooks placed her leg on Barbara's chair and began stroking her pussy and ass. “How do you like my legs Barbie? …Oh my…ahhh…there! I like to keep my orgasms short and sweet and have as many of them as possible! Anyway…now where were we…oh yes…I'm afraid there are two downsides to my process. First is that you will unfortunately loose your ability for speech, and second, it is extremely painful. But all that makes no matter to me.” She jotted something down on her clipboard.

Dr. Brooks sat down on Barbara's lap, legs on each side facing her. “This is like a lap dance huh?” She wiggled like a dancer doing a lap dance. “Ok sweetie, I'm going to record your last words for posterity. Remember, this is the last time you will ever speak so make it good!” Dr. Brooks motioned to the video camera and pulled off the tape covering Barbara's mouth and pulled out the panties. “Please…I'll do anything you want…and I'll never say anything about this to anyone! Just please let me go and ...mmmmmggghh” Dr. Brooks shoved the panties back in her mouth. “I know you wont say anything honey, you'll be mute remember?” Dr. Brooks began to wiggle with excitement. “God I just love this!” She held up a box with a button. She did this with dramatic flair like a magician on stage and slowly began to caress the box as she spoke. “There, there, my little doll, it will all be over very soon. Bye bye Barbie.”

Dr. Brooks pushed the button and Barbara began to shake violently. She took the panties out of Barbara's mouth and the only sounds were small quiet grunts of struggle. Dr. Brooks squealed in delight wiggling on Barbara's lap. She then began stroking Barbara's hair and spoke…”Hurts, doesn't it?… Mmmmmmmm… you know I could have given you some anesthetic, but that would have taken all the fun out of it don't you think?” Tears began welling up in Barbara's eyes. “Oh goodie…tears!” She began licking the tears off Barbara's face. “Mmmmmm…Barbie you're the best! Oh oh…oops...I just came again! I'm going to be tired tomorrow!” Barbara's convulsions were less dramatic now but her tears were starting to flow. “Ohhh, poor baby, I can tell it hurts” Dr. Brooks adjusted herself so that her breasts were in front of Barbara's mouth. “Barbie doll, time to lick and suck my titties! Dr. Brooks giggled then opened Barbara's mouth with her hand and pushed her breast in her mouth. “Now pumpkin, we need better tittie worship than that!” Dr. Brooks then bent down so that her lips were on Barbara's ear. “Oh Barbie, I'm going to do the worst things I can imagine to you…and I've got quite an imagination! The best part is that you will worship me after every torture I inflict…you have probably figured out by now, I'm quite a sadist.” She then began giving Barbara little kisses. “Let's see what we can do next.”

Dr. Brooks got off her lap and began to stretch. “I really hate sitting in one position for too long don't you?” She then walked around to the back of the chair and began to lay it down so Barbara's back was on the floor. She then took off one of her shoes and stuck them over Barbara's mouth. “Suck my toes baby.” As Dr. Brooks spoke she began to masturbate. “Have you licked my ass yet? No, I think I would have remembered that. Let's get busy!” Barbara began to lick Dr. Brooks' ass as she undid her hair and let it down. She reached over and grabbed her clipboard jotting down some notes as Barbara continued to worship her ass. “You know, I've been holding my piss all day because I wanted to test your gag reflex. The other girls I did this to always gagged when I pissed in their mouth, but I think I've worked it out now so that shouldn't happen anymore. Let's try it!” Dr. Brooks squatted over Barbara's face and told her to make a tight seal around her pussy with her mouth. “Now hon, your going to have to drink it fast because I'm pretty filled up and it's going to gush out.” She paused like she was trying to concentrate, her mouth opening as she began to flow into Barbara's mouth. “Mmmmmm…is that good and warm? God Barbara I swear you are going to wear me out.” Dr. Brooks then noticed Barbara was still twitching from the electrodes. “Me oh my Barbie”, she giggled, “did I leave the pain machine on this whole time? It's a wonder you have any brain left at all!”

Dr. Brooks got up and switched the button off. “You passed that test with an A-plus! “ She jotted down some more notes. “That leaves the door wide open for my next order of business. In order to keep my costs down I've decided you are going to live mostly off my excrement.” Barbara didn't react, just stared into space. “You must be famished. Let's get you fed!” She was humming softly to herself as she lowered her ass onto Barbara's mouth. “Open up because your main course is on its way!” Dr. Brooks' face wrinkled up as she bore down. She rubbed her tummy. “Here we go…you eat my shit you fucking bitch!” Dr. Brooks Yelled. Barbara's cheeks puffed out from the large amount of excrement forced into her mouth. Dr. Brooks was obviously cumming again, and let loose a stream of piss that dribbled down onto Barbara's face. “Swallow!” Barbara's eyes gushed tears as her throat muscles responded automatically to Dr. Brooks' commands. “ “Lucky for you I have something left to wash that down with.” Dr. Brooks again placed her pussy on Barbara's mouth and emptied the rest of her bladder. “Wow, that was quite a load. Well, let's start the fun shall we?” She stood up and walked out of the room swaying her hips like a runway model.

She returned dragging a large box with a lot of effort. “Let's just call this my Pandora's Box.” The first item she took out was a pair of goggles. “Got to keep my eyes clear.” She then laid out some plastic covering under Barbara. Dr. Brooks then rummaged through the box and came out with a cordless drill. The small eighth inch bit looked huge to the terrified Barbara. “Barbie, I'm going to do something that is going to hurt you horribly. In fact you can't possibly imagine the pain you will feel in a few seconds. Let me make this clear though, I want your eyes to express as much of what you are feeling as they can, ok hon?” She fondled the bit as she spoke. “The last girl went into shock as I was drilling but I think I've fixed that now. Oh, but she did wonderful until then.” Dr. Brooks placed the goggles on and started the drill spinning. She tapped gently with her fingers on different parts of Barbara's body and stopped at her hip. “Hip bone,” Dr. Brooks whispered.

Barbara's world exploded with pain, as the bit almost immediately got through to the bone. “How bad is it dear? Dr. Brooks panted out as she leaned on the drill to give some extra leverage. As the drill hit the marrow a new level of pain erupted. “I think we've struck gold!” She swiveled the drill around to bore out the most marrow she could. Then Dr. Brooks moved the drill rapidly in and out of the little hole like she was fucking Barbara with it. “Betcha you never been fucked like this! Guess you might call this rough sex, hmmmm?” She slammed the drill up and down as fast as she could, causing the chuck to crack against Barbara's hip violently. Br. Brooks then scooted up to Barbara's face and pounded her ass into her. “You...fucking…bitch…I'm…going…to…tear…you…apart!!!” She then relaxed and laid her ass gently back down on her face. “Oh dear, I do get carried away don't I? But you are such a good lay how can I help it? Hey, should we slice your tits off?” Dr. Brooks giggled.

Dr. Brooks was a little shaky after having such an intense orgasm. She stood up and tried to compose herself. “Oh Barbie I'm sorry! I left the drill in your new little hole, that must be painful.” She pulled the drill out and quickly taped a large piece of cotton over the wound to stop the bleeding. Barbara's eyes were rolled back in her head, as it was obvious that she was in incredible pain, yet her limp and motionless body contradicted this. The doctor bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek “Your going to need some fluids for your operation, be right back!”

Dr. Brooks left the room returning with an IV and a little black bag and bucket. “Surgical tools!” She hooked up the IV to one of Barbara's arms and straightened her out on the floor, propping her head up high with a pillow. “So you can see the fun!” Dr. Brooks sat down on Barbara's stomach as she laid out her tools by her side. “Barbie as I've mentioned I have done some of this before to other girls, and one thing you all have in common is that you all have large natural breasts.” She removed a large pile of cotton bandages and gauze as she spoke. Next, she grabbed a scalpel and tested how sharp it was by quickly slicing off a nipple. “That was really just for fun, sorry!” Dr. brooks stopped the bleeding with a quick bandage and grabbed a Sharpie, drawing a large circle around each breast. “Although I do admire large breasts that isn't my real purpose. I have a peculiar kink you might say…” She began cutting along the lines with the scalpel. “And I'm afraid the end result is going to leave you with a double mastectomy. But on the bright side you will loose a little weight!” She was now halfway through the first breast as Barbara's eyes were welling up with tears after getting over the initial shock. Dr. Brooks was again as excited as ever as she began grinding her hips and began breathing heavily. She decided that the scalpel wasn't the right tool and replaced it with a large serrated knife, sawing now instead of cutting. She was cramming cotton bandages into the wound to stop the blood flow. Finally she separated the last bit of tissue from Barbara and freed the breast and dropped it into the bucket, which produced an awful plopping sound. “Anyways, you probably know that breasts are made mostly of fat, and I need a good portion of fat for my little hobby.” She began cutting the other breast. “Halfway done honey.” Dr. Brooks had an easier time with the second breast as using the knife the whole time made things quicker. The breast eventually dislodged and went into the bucket with the other. She piled on the cotton bandages and wrapped gauze all around Barbara's chest, which stopped the blood flow for a bit. Barbara's eyes were glazed over now as Dr. Brooks leaned over to kiss her and whispered into her ear. “I love you.”

The aftermath of the operation looked like a massacre had taken place. With the victim laying motionless on the floor and the amount of blood around it would have been obvious to anyone that Barbara was dead. But she was very much alive. Dr. Brooks grabbed a syringe and stuck it into Barbara's leg causing her to drift off into a welcome sleep.

Barbara awoke to find herself still in the midst of an unbelievable nightmare. She didn't know how much time had passed but it seemed to her that it must have been some days. Barbara could hear Dr. Brooks humming and moving around in back of her. She came into Barbara's view and was wearing just a bathrobe. “Oh goody! You're awake! I thought you would never wake up so I just gave you a little stimulant, as I couldn't wait any longer. I want to show you what I did with those big breasts of yours. First though let's satisfy something that has been bothering me all day.” Dr. Brooks took off her bathrobe and squatted over Barbara's face and commanded her to lick and suck. Barbara's brain could no longer control her body so immediately she began to lick and suck the doctor's pussy as if it was any normal function she had always done. Dr. Brooks began to gyrate and couldn't help but to add some pain to the equation…she took her foot and pressed it hard against the bandage on Barbara's chest until a large red footprint appeared soaked into the white bandage. “You're quite flat chested now Barbie, in fact you look like a man! Clean out my ass now mister!” Dr. Brooks laughed as she adjusted to put her asshole over Barbara's mouth. She began playing with her own breasts, which were quite a bit smaller than Barbara's had been. “Don't worry though, you can still suck mine, lucky girl!” As Dr. Brooks shuddered to an orgasm she let loose a stream of piss that flowed right onto Barbara's chest bandage, soaking it with urine. “I'll bet that stings.” Dr. Brooks giggled as she rode through wave after wave of intense pleasure.

The doctor finally got up and commanded Barbara to follow her. Through her pain Barbara was amazed that her broken body could stand up yet alone walk. But her body was no longer able to react to the danger signals that the pain was sending, and in total disregard for it's own protection her body followed like a robot on remote control. She followed the naked doctor into the bathroom where she was commanded to kneel in front of the bathtub. Dr. Brooks began to draw the bathwater and poured some soap in to create her bubble bath. She left returning a few minutes later with a large basket containing several Tupperware containers and sat down on the edge of the tub facing Barbara. Each container had a woman's name on it with a picture of each taped on the top in various stages of distress and torture. One appeared to be taken after she was dead. “These are my girls…we all had tons of fun together, but unfortunately the fun doesn't last forever. So I save a little souvenir to keep my memories alive.” She ran her finger over each container as she recalled each victim. “Mmmmm, some were better than others but I loved them all.” She got up and stepped into the bath, grabbing what looked like a large bar of soap shaped like a phallus sitting in a dish and began to lather herself up. She seemed to take an extra delight in this as if it were some overdone scene in a soap commercial. “Sometimes I can spend hours in the tub, I come out looking like a prune!” She sudzed up her breasts as she spoke. “This is quite erotic to me Barbie as I have never done this before. All the others were gone by this point.” She was caressing her legs with the soap and lathered up the tips of her toes. She then reached over with her legs and rubbed the soap from her toes into Barbara's eyes and giggled. Barbara's eyes burned and if she could have let out a scream she would have, yet she remained motionless save for the tears running down her cheeks. Dr. Brooks got up on her knees so Barbara could see and began to push the phallus-shaped soap into her pussy. “You see Barbie, I mix the fat from your breasts with lye, in this case chamber lye, and you know what that makes?” The phallus was now moving very rapidly in and out of the doctor's pussy. She was studying Barbara's eyes for her reaction to the answer…” soap .” A wave of nausea overcame Barbara yet she was unable to vomit, as her body would not let her. “I make soap from all my girls, and they caress my body whenever I take my baths. All those containers are filled with soap from each girl. You were the first one that I was able to do this while alive, usually I do this while disposing of the body.” She was talking in a husky frantic voice now. “Open up your mouth Barbie.” Barbara opened her mouth as commanded. Dr. Brooks removed the soap bar from her pussy and with a shaky hand inserted it into Barbara's open mouth. “Suck on that.” The awful taste of the soap further sickened Barbara as she watched the doctor begin to rise up and get out of the tub moving towards her. Dr. Brooks commanded Barbara to lie down on her back and hold the phallus/soap tightly in her mouth. She squatted down on the remaining half of the soap bar sticking out and began to move up and down on it as quickly as she could. “Oh my, this is heaven.” As the suds and lather built up and ran down into Barbara's eyes, Dr. Brooks exploded with the most intense orgasm of her life. She then sighed as she got back into the tub and rinsed off. Barbara watched as Dr. Brooks silently toweled off and silently left the room. The awful soap bar was still in Barbara's mouth.

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.