Introduction to the PAIN DR saga
This file contains all the stories with original messages what suspected to be the part of the Pain Dr saga written by a mysterious writer called Donna Froemchen or Donna Freeman. These stories were originally submitted to usenet alt.sex.stories group around 1994 from the email address alegend at delphi dot com
These are partially semi-consensual partially non-consensual heavy torture stories with great focus on foot and hand torture; especially focusing on the imaginative torments of toenails besides many other techniques.
Altogether four stories were found what in chronological order seems to be the following:
- Punished toes
- Painful questions
- My agony
- Soviet screams (incomplete)
Dear Donna,
Although your stories were published more than 20 years ago they are still among the most exciting and sexiest stories available on the net. As a foot fetishist who in particular love foot torture and toenails being destroyed I must say I love you. I was hoping all my life to be able to contact you and while hope is basically lost I still write these lines in order to let you know; if you are still out there I'm waiting for you to give a lifesign! Anytime feel free to email me to mandydarkfantasies at gmail dot com and that will be the happiest moment of my life.
With sincere love,
Noemandy (2017)
***PUNISHED TOES***
From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org (Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org)
Subject: Punished Toes, foot discipline story (mf, ff)
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1997/01/05
The THC Adult Text Archive: FTTOES.TXT (765 lines)
Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message.
Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the
archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors.
See the footer for important information.
==========================================================================
Punished_Toes, foot discipline story (M/f or F/f).
================================================================
This story involve Foot discipline, in one way or the other.
================================================================
All Pain Dr stories contain pain, graphic torture, violence, sadism and
bondage. If you do not wish to read this press n now. You have been
warned. All flames will be disregarded.
This is the first story of the Pain Dr. saga and explains how it all began.
Punished toes
While finishing up a D/S scene one evening, I asked my partner if he had
ever witnessed a severe punishment scene. "Severe punishment", he asked?
"What do you mean, something like torture"? "Yes", I answered. "Iv'e always
wanted to witness something where severe pain and punishment were involved".
"Are you familiar with the pain Dr." ,he asked? I replied that I was afraid I
had never heard of him. "Well, he's one of the worlds best torturers who
freelances for the CIA, Latin America, and now Serbia, he said. He is a genius
in devising cruel tortures and has over 600 methods cataloged. He knows what
makes people tick and he knows the correct method to break even the most
determined person. He also happens to be a personal friend of mine. If you
want I'll call him and see if he'll let you watch while he works".
A short time later he came back in the room and handed me a slip of
paper with writing on it. "I talked to him and he has a client tomorrow night
at that address. He explained to me that the client is a wealthy young widow
who was heavy into the d/s scene until her husband was killed suddenly in a
tragic car accident. She has been desperatly seeking her pain tolerance level
before he died, but had never reached it. The doctor had made it clear over
the phone that if hired by her that he would not stop until his job was
finished even if that meant going far past her own limit. If that was
acceptable to her, she could hire him but his fee was $10,000 per day plus
expenses. She agreed. He also told her that he would decide what type of
torture she would have to endure and that she could back out until she
arrived at his home. But after she arrived there would be no turning back.
She agreed and faxed him a signed consent form and a check for $10,000".
I drove for what seemed like hours to the address on the paper. It was
a large house set back from the road with a long winding driveway. As I got
out of the car I realized that the nearest house was more than a mile back.
I rang the bell and after waiting a short while the door opened and a man
came out. I said "Hi, I'm Donna. Bill gave me your address". Come in", the
man said warmly. "I'm the Pain Dr. and we were just getting started". I
followed him upstairs into one of the large bedrooms. In the center of the room
was a massive oak bed. It had a large footboard, level with the mattress and a
headboard with a huge oak frame and bars looking a bit like a jail cell door
running verticaly. I saw a young woman who looked to be about 25 years old
spread eagled on the bed. She seemed to be of slight build, maybe 125 lbs.,
5.2", with short brown hair and large green eyes. Heavy chains were securing
her wrists to the iron bars of the headboard. Chains also went from her
ankles to eyelets in the footboard of the bed. I noticed two large white
towels folded in half under each of her feet. Th Pain Dr. looked to be about
40ish, 6.2",slim, and very muscular. He was greying at the temples and wore
a white lab coat. The footboard of the bed was about 2 feet wide and was being
used as a table. There was a white towel covering the top and there were many
items on the towel, some of which I could not immediately identify. Among the
items were many tools such as pliers, pins, bamboo skewers, a pencil type
soldering iron, a machine that had dials and guages, dental picks, thumbscrews,
a small rubber mallet, epoxy cement, black zip locked type bags with rubber
bands around the tops, and a jar with what looked like paper towels in the
bottom. In addition there was a bucket hanging from a cord in the center of
the bed. The cord ran through a pulley hanging from the cieling and tied to
an eyebolt at the footboard. It was obvious that there was going to be some
serious pain going on here tonight! He asked me if I would not only watch but
help him as needed. I told him I would. For now though I just sat in a chair
in the corner of the room and watched what he was doing. I asked him what he
had planned tonight but all he said was "toe torture". I gazed at the womans
feet and noticed that she had petite feet, probably size 6. Her toes were
well proportioned and her toenails were well cared for and painted a bright
orange. Her nails were large, full and flat and I began to shudder at the
punishment awaiting her. I looked into her eyes and saw fear. I asked her if
she was afraid."Yes, she said. Terrified". I asked her if she wanted to go on
She said yes, she wanted to test the outer limits of her pain tolerance.
"Besides, it was to late to turn back now". I thought to myself that she'll
certainly find her outer limits tonight. As I continued watching the Pain Dr.
took out two metal devices which looked like machined aluminum plates about
12 inches high and 6 inches wide. On top there were many leather shoe lace
type cords. In the center was a 4" wide leather strap and on the bottom at a
90 degree angle was a 3" wide steel cuff. A 12" round chrome bar came out of
the bottom and the Pain Dr. put the bars into two holes in the footboard.
The two devices were now sticking straight up from the footboard about 6"
apart. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the footend until the
soles of her feet were against the plates. He unclipped the chain holding one
foot and closed the metal ankle cuff around her ankle. He did the same with
the other foot. Next he buckled the leather straps over the top of her feet.
Finally, he tied each toe individualy with the cords. She couldn't move her
legs, feet, or toes at all, not even a twitch. Her feet became part of the
plates. She could do nothing to avoid the pain she would soon be recieving.My
heartbeat increased as I knew that the only reason to secure someone to this
extent was to administer SEVERE torture. The towels under her feet would
catch the blood soon to come from her toes. He told her that there would be
a preporatory punishment for her toes "to wake the nerve endings up" before
the actual torture would begin. He went on to say that there would be 10
tortures performed on her toes tonight. Beads of sweat rolled down her body
and the look of terror was in her eyes as she anticipated what was to come.
I sat in the chair in the corner of the room wondering what was coming
next. I asked the Pain Dr. why he chose toe torture in this particular
case. He answered that in his considerable experience with women, their
feet were among the most sensitive parts of their body. He said that there
were literally thousands of nerve endings in the toes and that these nerves
were distributed throughout the body. I was thinking about that when he
called me over to the bed and asked me to help with the womans head. I sat
down on the bed next to her chained wrists and helped him slip a leather
harness over her head. He buckled it on the top and around the back. I
noticed a chrome ring riveted to each side of the harness next to her ears.
The Pain Dr. testing the harness noticed it slipped slightly and retightened
the back buckle. He checked again and this time it was on tight. He went over
to the footboard and picked up the soldering iron and unscrewed the regular
tip and screwed in a 3" needle. He plugged it into a row of electrical
outlets recessed into the wood. While waiting for it to heat up, he went
over to the other end and picked up a roll of white surgical tape. This was
the very sticky cloth type and he cut off two pieces about 4" long. He asked
me to hold her head still as he taped her eyelids open. With her eyes taped
open those piercing green eyes seemed larger and more frightened then ever.
He went back over to the soldering iron and wet his finger and touched the
tip of the needle. It hissed loudly. "Hold her head", he said. I grabbed the
two chrome rings on her head harness and held her down. He moved the point
of the hot needle to the center of her "little toe" nail. He pushed and
burned a tiny hole right through the middle. She screamed, "AAAHHHHHHHHH.
OH GOD!", and I had all I could do to hold her head still. He went to her
other "little toe" nail and burned a hole directly in its center. "OOOHHHH
HHHH SHIIITTTTT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEE, she screamed again, tears running
out of her taped open eyes. There were now two tiny holes in the center of
her "little toe" nails. Next the Pain Dr. unrolled what looked like fishing
line with two very tiny gold fishhooks on the end. He took the first hook
and pushed it under the nail of the little toe until its cruel point was
at the little hole and twisted the hook until the point came through.
She shrieked a high pitch scream clenching her fists and attempting to shake
her head which I held fast. As he did her other toe she screamed," HAVE
MERCY ON ME, OH GOD I CAN'T STAND THE PAINNNNNNNNNNAHHHHHHHHHH". He
paid no attention to her pleadings and brought the ends of the lines to her
harness.
He asked me to hold her head forward, so I pushed her head until her chin was
short of touching her chest. He proceded to tie the lines on to the chrome
rings. He told her that if she tried to look away or move her head during
any of the tortures, she would pull those little nails back and if she kept
struggling she would tear them right out, roots and all. She had to watch
everything that he would do to her, and she couldn't close her eyes, move her
head, feet, or anything else for that matter.
He next taped a little box to the top of her harness with three exposed
wires. Two were short with aligator clips at the end and one was long with a
plug. He clipped the two aligator clips to her nipples. She grit
her teeth and winced as the teeth cruelly bit into her soft flesh. He went
to the footboard and plugged the other end into the machine with the dials
and guages. He flipped the switches and lights came on in the machine and it
made a humming sound. He turned the dial, and spoke to her saying that if
she did move her head enough to tear both "little toe" nails out that the
mercury switch on top of her head would move causing her to recieve a shock
on her nipples. He pushed a red button on the box and her body went totally
rigid. He released the button and she screamed out AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!
She tried moving her head but the pain in her little toes prevented her from
moving it to much , but I could see the fishing line tight as a guitar string
and knew that she was in a world of hurt.The Pain Dr. continued, saying that
it was very important to him that she not be able to look away or move in any
way. He went to the footboard and plugged in the hot glue gun. The gun heated
quickly and the solid glue stick soon turned to a 400 degree liquid. He
squeezed a little bit of glue onto the towel under her feet. He held the hot
glue gun over the nail of her big toe. I stared at the large bright orange
nail as the Pain Dr. squeezed a blob of glue the size of a dime on top of it.
It slowly leaked down to cover the entire nail. Her reaction wasn't
immediate as the intense heat had to transfer through the nail to the nerves
underneath. But in about five seconds she started screaming so loud that I
had to move away from the side of the bed. AHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHIIIIII
EEEEEEEEEE OH LORD PLEASE OHHHH IIIIIII CAAANTT STANDDDDDD IITTT EEEE
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOOTHHERRRRR FUUUCCKKKKKKERRR !!!!!!
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH. She wriggled her head and I watched as her little toe nails
started peeling back from the skin of the little toes. They were now at a 45
degree angle but they still seemed firmly rooted in the little toes. I asked
the Pain Dr. about that and he said that it would take alot of force to tear
the nails out and would be very difficult for a person to do to themselves
due to the extreme pain involved. He went on to explain that each nail is
held in with hundreds of nerves each like a rubber band. They could stretch
quite far before snapping but the pain of stretching these nerves is
practicaly unbearable. He did the same to all remaining toes while I just
watched as she screamed every type of obscenity in her vocabulary. The tears
flowed through her taped eyes soaking her chest. Her crys were pitious as her
little toe nails stretched ever more painfully from her toes. I understood
now why the Pain Dr. was the best in the world. Now we can begin the real
tortures he told her."WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?, SHE SCREAMED!"
"That was just a warmup to get you "in the mood" and get your toes sensitive.
We will now begin the 10 tortures, one for each toe, although depending on
your reaction, I reserve the right to do the same to more than one toe, but
there will be at least 10 methods employed". She realized that she was in way
over her head, but there was no way to stop at this point. She shuddered at
the thought of what she would have to endure before the night was over. I
was very excited at what the Pain Dr. had in store for her. I knew that had
he been doing this to me that there was no way I could have stood it. I would
have died. But he was a professional and wouldn't give her that option.
The Pain Dr. walked over and picked up a shiny chrome dental pick
when I asked him a question. "You said before that it is very important to
you that she not be able to turn away from what you are doing to her. Why
is that important?" He answered that among professional torturers its known
that alowing the subject to stare at any object in the room or to close her
eyes would allow her to "blank out" her mind temporarily. This is the same
principle used by hypnotists who ask you to stare at a swinging watch or
ballpoint pen. But if the subject is forced to stare at what you are doing
to her, the brain realizes that the location of the pain and the focus of
the eyes are the identical spot. Blanking out becomes impossible and the
woman is forced to feel every bit of pain". "Wow", I thought to myself. "This
guy is GOOD". I was starting to become somewhat of an apprentice.
The Pain Dr. started picking the dried glue of the womans toenails
with the dental pick. It came off easily and left the bright orange nail
polish in perfect condition. To begin the torture we will start with a little
toe. He chose the fourth toe on her left foot (the one next to the little toe)
while she gazed on fearfully. This will be basic as he held up three shiny
needles about 3" long and very thin. I knew about this one having seen it in
the movies and reading it in books. This was a classic. Needles under the
nails. As he lined up the first needle under the nail of the forth toe she
started begging, "PLEASE, NO!, I BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!! YOUAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHIIIIIEEEEEEEEAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
as he slowly and carefully pushed the needle, pushing until only about 1"
was left sticking out. The pin had gone down to where the toe met the foot.
OHHHHHGODDDDDDNOMOOORE PLEEEEEASE NOOOOO I CAN'T STAAND
EEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he put the second pin right next to it. She shook her head but the little
nails while totally pulled away were still held in tightly by the roots. Tears
streamed down her cheeks. Blood was dripping down from the ends of the little
toes and the toe with the pins embedded in them. MERCEEEEE MERCEEE, PLEEESE
HAVE MERCEEEEEIIIIIIIIAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOAHHH JESUS OHH GOD SAVE
MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As the Pain Dr. pushed in pin three. She sobbed violently, gasping for air
between screams.
There was no time for recovery as the Pain Dr. went on to his next
punishment. He picked up a thick bamboo skewer. I've seen these in gourmet
stores but had never imagined their use in this way. The skewer was about
5" long and an eighth of an inch wide. He also picked up the rubber mallet.
He held both up for her to see, telling her the skewer had been soaked in
kerosene overnight. This time he chose the large nail on her big toe on her
right foot and centered it under the big shiny orange nail. He hit the top
of the skewer with a firm stroke driving it totally under in a split second.
Her body stiffened and her face turned ghost white. There was no scream just
the sound of air being sucked into her wide open mouth. Her eyes rolled back
in her head. After what seemed like many seconds the air came back out in a
scream so loud you could have heard it outside and down the road. It went on
for at least a full minute. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
The pain was so severe that she shook her head like a wild woman. Both little
nails tore completely out roots and all. Blood spurted from the little toes
like tiny fountains. The transformer light came on she again became very rigid
and then there was silence. The Pain Dr. told me she had passed out from an
overload of pain to her central nervous system, a common hazard of the trade.
He grabbed the jar with the paper towels in the bottom, unscrewed the cap, and
held it under her nose. After about three minutes she started coughing and
choking as the amonia soaked towels snapped her back to consciousness. He held
her head during this and when she had come back around reminded her not to move
it or her tender nipples would recieve another shock. He turned the dial on
the machine raising the current and the intensity of the shock. She again
started crying in a pitious cry begging not to be hurt anymore. The Pain Dr.
just told her that he's only begun. He took out a book of matches and
striking a match on the back cover held the flame for her to see and brought
it over to the kerosene soaked bamboo skewer sticking out from under her
large orange toenail. He touched it causing it to ignite. The flame quickly
traveled down the shaft until it was burning beneath the nail. Smoke rose
up from her big toe. She moaned loudly and grit her teeth tightly as her
long bright orange fingernails sank deeply into her soft palms. I wondered
to myself what the Pain Dr. could do with those beautiful hands, but realized
I wouldn't find out tonight. As I continued to listen to her shrieks and
howls of agony I started getting very wet and excited at seeing this woman
suffer under the expert hands of the Pain Dr. I knew then that whatever it
took, I wanted to be his apprentice, flying around the world, assisting him
with his work. I would do whatever he required of me. You can't imagine how
surprised I was when he asked me if I would perform the next torture, under
his supervision, of course. My heart raced with anticipation.............
Imagine me, working for the great Pain Dr. I felt a chill from head
to toe run through my body as I mentally tried to prepare myself for the
task at hand, (or should I say at "foot"). He called me over to the footboard
and asked me to pickup the thumbscrew and examine it. Now I have to tell you,
this was one nasty looking device. It was made entirely of stainless steel
and seemed to be about 3" high, 2" wide, and an inch thick. It was shaped
like the capital letter "G" with a threaded shaft coming down through the
top. On the bottom of the shaft was a steel disk looking a bit like the end
of a meat tenderizing hammer. They were like tiny pyramids coming to a point,
probably about a dozen in all. The other end had a large wheel about 4" in
diameter. The wheel was not smooth, but rather looked like a gear, only the
teeth were much further apart. The Pain Dr. explained that this was so the
user could get a very firm grip, and that the wheel was oversized so as to
produce a crushing leverage even for hands not as strong as his. He told me
that with this, even a woman of my size (5'4, 130 lbs) could crush a block
of heavy oak with ease. He explained that the spikes were to be positioned
over the nail of the large toe on the womans left foot, and when tightened
would first create extreme pressure on the nail, then the spikes would be
forced through the nail into the sensitive nerve center below. With continued
turning the tendons, ligaments, and muscles in the toe would be crushed and
finally the bone itself could crack open and the marrow would spurt out from
under the nail. He advised me against crushing the bone in this case because
we didn't want to cripple the woman. He told me that in cases where the bone
had been crushed, amputation of the digit became the only option. He said that
he would guide me on how much to tighten to produce the maximum amount of
pain with the least amount of permanent damage. Also, "since this is your first
attempt at torturing someone, I will gag her for this particular punishment,
both to save your ears and her voice. She will need it later when the heavy
pain begins", he added.
The Pain Dr. got what looked like a rubber bar with 2 chrome rings on
each end. There was a chain on one end of the ring and a clip on the end
of the chain. It was about an inch in diameter at the ends and tapered to a
ball about 2" in the center. He forced the ball in her mouth her wide eyes
still taped open and pleading, and cliped it behind her neck. He took a pair
of channel lock pliers and grabbed the still smoldering bamboo skewer and with
a firm yank, pulled it out from under her bright orange big toe nail on her
right foot. HHHHHMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF a muffled scream came through her
nose. Her breathing seemed fast and heavy as it was forced through her tiny
nostrils.
Blood spurted out of her toe as the skewer had acted as a cork, and ran down
her foot onto the white towel. It quickly slowed to a drip and then stopped.
I gazed at the toe and noticed that the nail had seperated from the toe bed
due to the wedgelike effect of the thick bamboo. In addition I noticed
blisters on the top of the toe and dark burn marks under the nail.
I picked up the thumbscrew and turned it in my hand curiously examining
it. Curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see what it felt like, so I
carefully slipped it over my left thumb. I have small hands but long bright
red fingernails so it was tricky positioning it properly to the base. I began
to turn the wheel with my right hand. It didn't hurt at first, but suddenly
it took hold. I gave it another turn and it hurt like hell. The pressure
agaist my thumbnail was incredible. I immediately knew why thumbscrews have
been used throughout history by the better torturers. My eyes squinted and
my nose wrikled as I took it off. The Pain Dr. started laughing." You know, he
said, its impossible to torture yourself with one of those, because real
torture only begins at the point where you yourself would be unable to turn
the screw any tighter due to the pain". I put my sore thumb in my mouth and
pulled it out shaking it."Hurts, doesn't it"?, he said. "It's unreal", I
answered.
"Good, now you can go ahead and do it to someone else", he said."Remember,
before you can be good in this profession, you must experience the feelings
your
subjects will feel. Too many amatuers kill their victims by going too far due
to not knowing what it feels like themselves. A dead victim can't give you
imformation, repent from a crime or even pay you for that matter". I asked
the Pain Dr. if he's had everything done to him. "Yes, I've had a taste of all
methods. And so shall you if you ever wish to work for me". I was shocked and
surprised. How did he know I desired to work with him, I asked? He said that
he could tell that this type of work was for me immediately by watching my
eyes as I studied his methods. "I have grown very adept at reading womens eyes
he explained. One can tell if a woman is saying what you want to hear or
telling the truth by gazing through the eyes to the soul. The eyes don't
lie. Take the woman lying here before us. She is gagged and can't utter a
single word. But you will be able to guage her pain by her eyes". I stared
at the womans eyes and watched her reaction as I held up the thumbscrew. I
saw the utter terror as she knew what would be coming next. I was ready to
begin!
The Pain Dr. seeing how anxious I was to begin said, "before you start, I
want to change her position". He uncliped the chain securing her left hand
to the bars on the headboard and then did the same to the right. As soon as
her hands were free she grabbed the Dr. slapping him hard across the cheek,
scratching him with her long nails, drawing blood. This was apparantly a
futile attempt to escape the harsh punishments. But she forgot about the
mercury switch on the top of her head harness. A powerful shock went through
her nipples and she immediately stopped struggling and screamed into her gag.
That wasn't a good idea he told her. "That little stunt will cause you much
additional suffering. You would have been finished after your toes were
totally punished however now you have added more pain to yourself".
He took the roll of surgical tape and taped her wrists onto her legs
with her hands resting palms down on her kneecaps. He taped all the way up
until only her fingertips were visable, preventing any movement of her arms
hands, or fingers. He gazed down at her long orange fingernails and smiled.
Next the Pain Dr. removed the bucket hanging from the pulley in the center
of the bed and placed it on the floor. The hanging rope was pulled down and
fastened to the top of the womans head harness. He removed the clips from her
nipples causing her to yell into the gag as blood re-entered the tender buds
nourishing the sleeping nerves. The box was taken off her head and place on
the footboard. The fishing lines with the tiny little orange nails were
rolled up and put on the table as well. The fourth toe still had the three
pins embedded under the nail and was swelling along with the two little
toes and the big toe on her right foot. It would soon be my job to make the
right big toe swell up and throb with unbearable agony, and I couldn't wait.
"There is just one more thing that I'd like to do", the Pain Dr. said.
After picking up what looked like a very large hex key wrench, he went to the
metal plates to which her feet were securely atatched and inserted the wrench
into a hole in the side. As he turned the wrench, the womans foot started to
move forward. He turned it until the foot was parralel with the top of the
footboard. She screamed violently into the gag. He did the same to her other
foot, tears ran down her face. This was a forced ballet enpointe position
of the feet, the Pain Dr. told me. "It will cause extreme cramps in the calves
and feet. Now you can begin the torture on her right big toe". I was ready.
I took the thumbscrew and placed it over the large orange toenail. I
gave it a few turns to get it gripped on the toe. I knew it was on when the
next turn had her inhaling a loud quick breath through her nose. The Pain Dr.
said to turn the screw by quarter turn increments and not to wait more than
10 seconds between turns. I gave the wheel another quarter turn and heard a
mufffled HMMPFF. Her eyes were wide with fear and I glanced at them to check
on the pain. Another quarter turn and a longer louder UUMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH.
I guess she was trying to tell me it hurt. The breathing through her nostrils
was fast and loud. Her eyes red and tearing. Another quarter turn got a
HHHMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHIEMMP. Her face turned bright red and
her body started to shake. I thoughtfully gave it another quarter turn and she
gave
me a EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHIIIIIIMMMPPPP through her nose. Her
eyes were pleading and her head shaking sideways , trying to tell me not to
turn
it any more. By now the spikes had pierced the large orange nail and were
pressing into the delicate nerve center. She kept howling under the gag, not
stopping for even a second. I sat back and watched her, studying her horrible
agony.
The Pain. Dr. told me I could stop turning the screw now and just let
the device do its work. "As the toe swells, he told me, it will be as if the
thumbscrew is being tightened. This in turn will cause more swelling. A
marvelous instrument of torture, wouldn't you say"? I was proud of myself, for
I had pleased the Pain Dr. I asked him why I had to tighten it so quickly. He
told me "that when the screw tightens it squeezes the blood out of the toe,
thereby causing the nerves to go numb. A numb toe feels no pain. By tight-
ening it quickly, she will feel every bit of the pain". I watched as she
squirmed and writhed in agony and the non ending howls of pain behind the
gag. The Pain Dr. said," I told you that the nerves in the toes go through
the entire body. When they suffer the body is in agony" I was really
enjoying this in some strange perverse way. I felt a tingle in my pussy, and
my panties were soaked. I was afraid I was going to leave a wet spot on the
bed when I got up. The Pain Dr. was aware of this and asked if I would like
to perform the next torture also. My heart raced so quickly I thought I was
going to black out. "Yes, Yes I would very much", I told him! He warned me that
the next one was particularly gruesome and would require a strong stomach.
I assured him that I was ready in every way possible.
My heart raced with anticipation and my palms became sweaty as I wondered
what the Pain Dr. would have in store for her next. He went over to the
footboard and plugged in the soldering iron with the 3" needle tip. He told me
that this was a two part torture. Plugging in the pencil type soldering iron
with the 3" needle tip, he turned the dial to 'HIGH'. Within a minute the
needle was glowing a bright cherry red. He asked me to take the iron and sit
down by the womans feet which were bent down in the ballet position. He told
me to choose the middle toe on her right foot and position the needle under
the nail but not to touch the skin of the toe. As I brought the glowing point
close, I could see the womans face squint as the tip radiated heat to the
toe. Now slow and steady push it under the nail, he said. When the tip made
contact it hissed loudly. As I pushed it under she screamed into her gag
violently, her body convulsing and shaking.MMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She went beserk straining hard against her
bond, swinging her head from side to side, tears pouring from her eyes. At
this point breathing must have become difficult for her for it wasn't
possible to scream into a gag like that and breathe at the same time through
ones nose. There must have been some fear of suffocation on her part. The
smell of burning flesh filled the room. Then the screaming stopped and her
body went limp, just hanging by the head harness. I pulled the needle tipped
iron out from under the nail.
The Pain Dr. apparantly was aware of what had happened and was already
standing by her face with the open jar of ammonia soaked paper towels. In a
minute she was with us again, coughing, moaning, and sobbing.
He took the iron from my hands and using a pair of pliers, replaced the
needle tip with a thick flat tip about as thick as a pencil. Within a few
minutes it too was glowing a cherry red. Press the end of the tip on the same
nail and don't remove it for 10 seconds. This time he sat by her head, holding
the open ammonia jar. Something told me that this had to be a bad one. I looked
into her large green eyes, now very red from her prolonged intense crying. I
almost felt sorry for her, but I realized that it was SHE who had hired the
Pain Dr. to do a job for her or should I say TO her. She underestimated how
good he really was. We have probably passed her limit by miles but we still
had at least four more to go. Three after this one. My job here, apparantly,
was to burn the nail right off the toe. I was beginning to wonder if the Pain
Dr. could top the previous tortures, but somehow I knew he would.
I brought the iron down on the nail and started counting, one mississippi
two mississippi, smoke rose from the iron, three mississippi, her body
tightened, four mississippi, very loud shrieks coming through her nose,
five mississippi, and then something totally bizzare happened. Her chest
suddenly
heaved and she started vomiting. Only she had the gag in her mouth, so the
vomit sprayed out of her nose. She started turning very red as breathing
became impossible. The Pain Dr. realizing this quickly unbuckled her gag and
vomit came out of her mouth and nose. She gagged and choked and screamed
and coughed and had made a total mess. In addition, she had also shit in the
bed.
The Pain Dr. told me not to worry that this form of very intense torture can
cause these type of reactions. I was nausiated by the sight and smell but
proud that I had done a good enough job to cause that type of reaction.
The Pain Dr. said that we would have to move her to another special
room in his house, designed just for the purpose at hand. I was looking
forward to see it.
Lets move her now, the Pain. Dr. said. As he took the thumbscrew off of
her big toe, she screamed loudly as blood re-entered the digit, waking up the
sleeping nerves. I looked at the large toe and it was very red and swollen
with tiny perforations made by the triangular spikes of the cruel screw. Small
drops of blood had been squeezed out through the minute holes and had caked
on the base of the large orange nail. I next gazed at the toe whose nail I had
just burned off with the red hot iron. It seemed very red and blistered and
I knew that had I kept the iron on for the full 10 seconds it would have been
blackened. Meanwhile the Dr. cranked the plates holding her feet in the ballet
position back to the upright mode. I could see relief on her face from the
ceaseation of the most painful leg and foot cramps imaginable. He untied and
unbuckled her feet, and unclipped the head harness. The Pain Dr. picked her up
with her hands still taped to her legs and carried her into a room at the
bottom of a very long staircase.
I followed them down and it soon became very clear that this was his main
working area. I looked around the large room and noticed what looked like a
very heavy chair, appearing somewhat like a prisons electric chair, bolted to
the floor over in the corner. In the center of the room were two steel bars
about two feet apart hanging horizontally by heavy chains at each end. Next to
the bars was a large grey cabinet on wheels with many wires and guages. On the
walls were numerous instruments hanging by hooks, some of which looked totally
unfamiliar to me. In addition there was a large stretching machine, pillories
and stocks, a large water tank, various ropes and pullies hanging from the
cieling and half a dozen other types of machines and devices. He sat her down
on the floor under the two hanging bars and pressed a button, lowering the
bars to the floor. He unclipped the first bar and slid it under her arms, but
behind her back, and reclipped the chains to the ends. He lifted her legs
over the second bar and secured her knees with leather thongs. When he pressed
the button again, she was lifted by the bars under her legs and woven through
her elbows against her back. He raised her about 4' off the floor. He plugged
in the machine with the wires and dials and asked me to come over and hold
her feet. The Pain Dr. then attached three aligator clips to the end of three
wires and stripped the insulation off of seven more. "Ten toes, ten wires ", he
said. I went to the bar where her calves and feet were dangeling and grabbed
them in my arms and held them tight. The Dr. began inserting a freshly
stripped wire under each of her seven remaining toenails. As he slid each one
under she went crazy, screaming like a banshee, struggling against her bonds,
shaking the bars and chains wildly. AHHHHHHHHHHHOOWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAHHHHHHSTOPPPP ITTT OHHHH GOD OOWWWWWWWWWWAAAHHHEEEEEEEIII
SHHIITTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DAMMMMMNITTTAAAHHH. It took all I had to keep her still enough for the Pain
Dr. to do his job. As each wire was slid under, he secured it by taping it to
the toe with surgical tape to prevent it from being shaken out later on. When
all the wires were taped in place, he clipped the alligator clips over the
sensitive nail bed on the toes whose nails were missing. He carefully taped
these in place also. She screamed pitiously and very loudly as the teeth bit
harshly onto the sensitive nerve centers of the missing toe nails.
The Pain. Dr. said," we are now ready to begin the next phase of her
torture".
I looked over into her large green eyes to savor the terror of the pain she
knew she would shortly be experiencing. Electricity would be painful enough,
but on her most sensitive toe nail beds? This I had to see.
"Before we begin the electricity phase, the Pain Dr. said, I need to
explain a few things that you must remember. First, never run current from
one arm to the other. Thats a sure way to trigger a cardiac arrest. The same
applies anywhere on the body where the two leads may intersect the heart.
Keep in mind that as professionals our first and foremost duty is to keep the
subject alive and equally important conscious and alert".
As he turned the switches on and rotated the dial, I saw the meter go
to 40 volts. AAAAAHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIEEEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHEEEEOOOHHHHHHOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEE she began screaming
hysterically as the powerfully cruel blue sparks of electrical
voltage shot under her toenails at a thousand miles an hour, stinging like an
army of bumblebees. The Dr. compared the sensation to having red rot splinters
of broken glass shards rubbed into sensitive raw flesh. I watched as her
screaming continued and the bars shook and vibrated violently. She looked like
a marrionette puppet being controlled by the four chains as each slackened
and tightened in random order. AHHHHEEEEEEEIIIIIEEEAAAHHHHHOWWWWWW,
and then he turned the switch off. She slumped down, sweat rolling off of her
body, dripping to the floor below. The woman seemed totally exhausted, and
her head was just hanging back, trying to rest somewhat. But the Pain Dr.
immediately turned the dial to 60 volts and flipped the switch. At once her
body stiffened and she began screaming again. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEOOWWW
as her toes all wiggled, looking like a strange dance as the wires protruded
from the white tape. She couldn't move her hands because they were still
taped to her legs, palms down. But her head thrashed wildly as her body
struggled intensely.
I noticed blood dripping down from the corners of her mouth, and asked
the Pain Dr. why this was happening. He explained that this was the side
effect of the powerful current we were using. He went on to say that if the
voltage were high enough, that the jaw muscle could spasm, causing her to bite
her tongue or cheeks. With even more current her teeth could shatter and she
could bite her tongue totally off. "This is why mental institutions doing
electro convulsive therepy use rubber wedges in their patients mouths".
He turned off the switch and set the dial to 80 volts. He set another
switch on random. This will vary the location, intensity, and duration of
the shocks, he explained. For safeties sake we will put a rubber gag in her
for this one. He opened her mouth and inserted the gag, clipping it shut
behind her. He turned the switch on. MMMMPPPPPEEEFFFFEEEEEEAAAAAHHEEE
she shrieked through her nose as she bit down hard on the rubber gag. As the
powerful shocks pulsed under random toes, she wailed and thrashed with
single minded intensity. Her toes were twitching one at a time, and I almost
started snickering because it looked like she was playing the piano with
her feet. After about two minutes her toes slowed down and she became pale
and glassy-eyed and then became unconscious again. He flicked off the switch.
He allowed her to remain blacked out as he lowered the chains to the
floor. "Time to move her for torture number nine", he said. He cut all the tape
on her toes and hands and pulled out all the wires and clips. He untied her
from the bars and carried her over to the chair in the corner of the room.
Upon setting her in it, he proceded to strap her hands, arms, chest, waist,
legs, calves, neck and head, with heavy leather straps mounted to the chair.
When secured, he passed the ammonia jar under her nose. Upon coming around
she began to panic, as she could not move any part of her body. She had become
part of the chair. He pushed a button and the chair raised up by a hydrolic
bar in the center of the chair. He raised her until her feet were 24" off
the ground. He wheeled over a grey steel stand. It had a tray on it with
dozens of shiny chrome instruments and what looked like a pot of liquid with
a plug coming out of it. He plugged it into the outlet and dropped a hemostat
into the liquid. He asked me if I would like to participate in the next
torture.
I answered that I would love to. My panties were so wet and my love button
was throbbing with anticipation.
I gazed down at the pot and asked the Pain Dr. what was in it. "Oil
heated to about 500 degrees", he answered. He must have noticed the puzzled
look on my face as he went on to explain. "Our next phase will be the forced
extraction of the womans seven remaining toenails. While this in itself is
excruciating with just a plain hemostat, one that is heated to 400 degrees
is quite unbearable". "Why heat it with oil", I asked? "Good question", he shot
back. "If heated with a torch or some kind of flame, the metal would become
so hot as to burn or melt the nail thereby prohibiting a good firm grip. But
heated to only 400 degrees, it will transfer heat under the nail to the
sensitive nerve center causing great discomfort while not being hot enough
to damage the nail in any way. In addition, the oil provides lubrication
helping along the speedy insertion of the hemostat point deep under the nail
before the metal has any chance to cool. I will need you to stand by her with
the ammonia jar as this particular torture almost always results in the
unconsciousness of the subject after each and every nail is removed. The large
toes will be much more painful, so we will do them last".
The Pain Dr. put a half dozen more hemostats of various sizes in the
boiling oil. "Here, put these gloves on", he said as he handed me a heavy
leather pair. "These will protect your hands and fingers from the hot hemostat
handles". He removed the rubber gag from the womans mouth, and she
immediately began begging. PLEASE, PLEEESE, I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!
I CAN'T STAND THE PAAAINNN. I'M DIIIIIEEEEEING! MERRRCEEEEEEE. HAVE
MERRRRRRCCCEE ON ME! The Pain Dr. assured her that she would
not be able to escape the excrutatingly painful
torture by dying or any other way. She would have to endure all ten punish-
ments. She went on pleading and crying but he just ignored her, eyeing the
hemostats as they danced around in the bubbling oil pot.
As he pulled a small one out he reminded me to pay close attention. I
watched attentively as the Pain Dr. pushed the bottom point of the hemostat
under the nail of her fourth toe. As it slid all the way under he clamped
and locked the hemostat closed and just waited for the tremendous heat to
flow through. She screamed loudly, her body struggling against the straps
that held her fast against the chair. Her hands were flexing into a fist, then
flat again, while the toes on her other foot curled tightly. The Dr. put his
index and middle fingers through the rings in the handle and started tugging.
The nail started to lift up and blood leaked out the sides. As he tugged, I
heard the knuckle in her little toe crack as the toe was being stretched to
the limit. As he continued pulling he explained that with this particular
method of extraction you don't use a hard sharp pull but rather a slow
continuous tugging. "Your'e trying to stretch the nerves holding the nail in.
It's this stetching thats extremely painful. You keep stretching until you
hear a crack. That's the sound of the nerves snapping and then the nail will
pull free". He continued his steady tugging, totally ignoring her hysterical
screams. AHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIAAHHHHHHHHHH.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YYOOOWWWWWWWWWAAAHHHGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHEEEEEIIIIIIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. And then finally it snapped and the
Pain Dr's. arm shot back with the little orange nail in the jaws of the
hemostat.
There was a lot of bllod and a large section of the nail that had not been
painted orange. "Thats the root", he pointed out, as he held the prize up
to the light. A nail is not unlike a tooth, with a large unseen section under
the skin. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and the screaming had stopped.
The Pain Dr. had been right as I put the jar of ammonia under her nose. As
soon as she came around he picked up another hemostat from the hot oil.
" While the last one was done slowly, this technique is quite the
opposite", the Pain Dr. said. He pulled another small hemostat from the hot oil
and went to her middle toe. As he pushed it under and snapped it shut, he
immediately gave it a 180 degree twist with his wrist. The nail was viscously
twisted right out of her toe, creating a large amount of blood. She screamed,
almost roaring, AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOHHHHHH
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He took a spoon of the hot oil and poured it over the bleeding toe, cauter-
izing the wound. She went rigid and blacked out again. Once again, I did
my job and brought her back. He took out another hemostat and went to her
second toe, pushed it under and clipped it shut. This one he bent all the way
back until the handles were touching her shin bone. A firm yank and it came
out. As she shrieked I kept the ammonia jar under her nose, hoping to stave
off unconscioussness. It worked as she choked and coughed, but remained
awake. Her screams were unending and horrible. He continued with the other
two remaining small nails. He used the slow stretching method for these as
it seemed to hurt her the most. I continued to prevent her from passing out.
When only the two large toes were left, the Pain Dr. said to me that I could
do the first one. This would be the same toe that I applied the thumbscrew
to. I wasn't confident in my ability, but the Pain Dr. reassured me, saying
he would guide me as we went along. I sat down in his chair with her big toe
right at arms level. Upon removing a small hemostat the Pain Dr. said "no,
use a large one". I chose a large one with very thick points and long
thick handles for leverage.
As the hot tip touched the skin of her toe, she jerked against the
leather straps and they made that creaking sound that only leather can make
as its being stretched to the limit. Looking over my shoulder, the Pain Dr.
said you will have to push very hard as the tip of the larger, thicker
hemostat will be more difficult to slide under the nail. I began pushing, but
the handles hurt my hands, even through the gloves. I began to understand
why physical strength was an asset for a torturer. Pushing very hard, I got
it about half way under and her nail was lifted halfway off of her toe. "Here,
use this", the Pain Dr. said as he handed me a rubber mallet."Just keep tapping
the handle until it's all the way under". Now, she had been screaming and
shrieking hysterically before I began to use the mallet, but she went totally
ballistic after I started tapping. The straps were creaking loudly as every
fiber of her being fought to escape that chair. The absolute power and control
I was feeling was total euphoria. After about four taps the hemostat was
totally seated under the largest nail of her body. I clipped it shut.
"Now slowly tug it in a firm but steady way", he said. I put my two fingers in
the ring and started tugging, but nothing happened. "It's alright, the Dr.
said.
Just keep on the pressure". Since my arms wern't as strong as his, I grabbed
my right wrist with my left hand to help pull. Her big toe streched towards
me. I tugged and tugged as I held my breath. She was crying out in agony
and wailing loudly so I knew I was hurting her severely. After about a minute
of tugging I grit my teeth and gave it one really hard, firm pull, putting
my entire weight behind it, and it cracked and came out. It caught me by
surprise and I almost fell backwards in my chair. I proudly smiled and held
up the large orange nail for the Pain Dr. to inspect. I could see his approval.
"Very good, for your first extraction", he told me. "You will be doing many of
these on toes, fingers and teeth if you wish to work with me. But remember, he
said, you will have to experience all these yourself before you will be
permitted to work on others". I was sure I wouldn't be able to bear it but I
trusted the Pain Dr. and besides, I wanted to work with him no matter what. I
told him that any time he felt to be the right time would be O.K. with me.
(But I wasn't looking forward to it!)
The Pain Dr, sensing what I was thinking, beat me to the punch. "Watching
this really turns you on", doesn't it? I admitted to him that I was very
horny and wanted him to fuck me. "Yes, I know he said. Let me set her up for
the final torture and we'll be able to take advantage of the beautiful
background music".
The Dr., kneeling by her feet, removed the dish of antiseptic liquid. As
he wiped her feet off with a clean white towel, I noticed that the bleeding
had stopped on all her toes. They were very red and swollen, most having
burn marks from the hot hemostats. The one large toe had tiny perforations
from the teeth of the thumbscrew, while the other had a dark line from the
burning bamboo skewer. I asked him if she would be able to walk again soon.
He told me that walking would be impossible for several days, and even
standing would be excrutiatingly painful.
The Pain Dr. unstrapped and unbuckled the unconscious woman from the chair
that she had become one with, and laid her on the floor. He lashed her two
big toes together with a leather cord. Pulling her over to a spot in the room
where there were two heavy chains coming down from the rafters, I noticed
a small leather loop at the ends. The Dr. took each of her hands with the
long orange fingernails and slipped the loops around her thumbs. Next, he
raised the chains, pulling the limp woman up by her thumbs to where her toes
touched the floor, but her heels were one inch off of it. Holding the amonia
jar under her nose she quickly came around. As she felt the pain of hanging
by her delicate feminine digits, she instinctivly pushed up on her toes, but
screamed at the pain and chose instead the lesser of the two pains, hanging
by her thumbs.
It was ingenious, I thought, as I watched the woman dangle by her thumbs.
She had to choose between pulling her thumbs out of joint, ligaments, tendons,
muscles, all stretched beyond tolerable limits or putting pressure on her
throbbing, excrutiatingly painful toes. But the Pain Dr. wasn't finished
yet as he went upstairs and came back shortly with two small black plastic
bags, each about four by four inches, with rubber bands on the end. He slipped
a bag over each big toe and held it in place with the rubber bands. He pulled
the black bag off exposing a clear bag underneath. I was momentarily shocked
by what I saw. Dozens of red fire ants. He explained that her feet had been
soaking in a special syrup, specifically designed to feed hungry fire ants.
It wasn't long before the ants started biting and attacking her sensitive
nail-less big toes. Since her toes were lashed together, she couldn't swat
them with her feet, and her only option was to jump with each painful bite,
sending her crashing down on her toes, shock waves of pain traveling through
her entire body. She screamed in agony AHHHHHHHHHEEEEIIIIIAHHHHHH STTOPPP
AHHHEEEEEIIIAAHHHHHHHHHHH, as each time her toes lifted, her thumbs stretched
like rubber.
As we watched her screaming, howling like a wolf baying at the moon, the
Pain Dr. took my hand and we walked over to the rack. We embraced and kissed
passionatly, and we fucked and fucked in rythm to her jumps and shrieks. It
soon became a contest of who screamed louder, but I bet that I was enjoying
myself more than she was. I couldn't wait to travel with the Pain Dr. on our
next exciting adventure.
End of Punished Toes
The Pain Dr. saga will be continued.....
*******************************************************************************
***PAINFUL QUESTIONS***
From: Donna Froemchen (alegend@delphi.com)
Subject: REPOST:The Pain Dr. Painful Questions1-5, M/F,Pain,Graphic Torture
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1994-11-04 07:09:18 PST
All Pain Dr. stories contain pain, sadism, graphic torture,
violence and bondage. If you do not wish to read this press
n now. You have been warned. All flames will be
disregarded.
Painful Questions
The sound of the engine whined in my ear as I
was sitting next to the Pain Dr. I gazed out at the tiny lights
twinkling below and my mind wandered to where we might
be heading next. While the Dr. provided no specifics, I did
happen to overhear him discuss South America, Chile I
believe, with the pilot. I turned to him and noticed the
documents he was reading were written in Spanish. The
letterhead on one page spelled out 'Santiago'. The Dr.
finished reading and put the papers back into his briefcase.
Removing his bifocals, he leaned his head back into the
seat and rubbed his closed eyes. It had been three days
since we drove the woman who recieved the toe punishments back to her home. In the meantime we have gotten to know each other much better, dining at the finest restaurants in the evenings and going over the many methods and devices in the art of torture
during the day. I
never realized how much there was to learn. While I was
truly excited about my new life, I wasn't looking forward to
the day that I would have to feel the effects of some of these
myself. But the Dr. was quite serious about it. He told me
that while he would be supervising the actual administration
of my punishments, he wouldn't be doing them personally.
That job would belong to a pair of trusted coleagues. I knew
in my heart that the Dr. would not allow them to go too far.
I asked the Pain Dr. how he felt about torturing people for
money. "What do you mean", he asked? I asked him if he
ever felt guilty about tormenting an innocent person or a
child. "No", he answered. "First of all, technolgy has
progressed to the point that before I work on anyone, they
are proven 100% guilty. There are usually videotapes,
recordings, documents, photographs, etc., proving guilt
or involvment. As far as children go, I try not to question
kids under 10 and then only to get to their parents who I am
sure are guilty or retaining specific needed information". "Why have you specialized in torturing women", I asked? "There are several reasons for this", he answered. "There are many soldiers and 'so called' torturers who can be brutal and vicious. While
this will sometimes work with men, women are often more fragile and must be treated with a more refined and specialized handling. Far too often a brutal hand leads to death. But torturing a woman is like playing a musical instrument. It is a skill that
must be learned and then practiced regularly. In addition, the overall pain threshold of women is greater than men. This causes
them to be more 'tight-lipped' than men and requires
special persuasions. While I have specialized in women for
the past ten years, I will occasionally work on a boy or man
if the job calls for it".
The seatbelt light came on and the Drs. private plane
landed smoothly on the runway. As we departed the aircraft,
a military style jeep was waiting to pick us up. The driver
sped through the back roads and we arrived in about ten
minutes. We passed through an iron gate with armed guards and directly to a steel door in the back. Another military type let us into the cold and damp stone building and we climbed four flights of steel steps to the commandants office. "Welcome, Senior"
, the commandant said as he extended his hand to the Pain Dr. "Nice to see you again, commandant. This is my new assistant, Donna". "Welcome Senoirita", the commandant said. "Such a beautiful woman", he told the Dr. "Yes I know", the Dr. responded, givin
g me a sly smile.
The Pain Dr. explained to him that he had been
studying the case files on the way over in the plane. "Yes, the two women we have are political insurgents. We have video tapes showing them involved with the publishing of dissident newspapers, buying and selling weapons, and conspiring to overthrow the
government. We have enough to execute them now, but there are many others involved. We need the names of their accomplises, locations of the weapons and printing presses and locations of thier safe houses. We have beaten them and applied some mild persu
asions but they are very commited and would likely die before giving up any information. This is where your services come in. Their names are 'Tara' and 'Rose', and they are students at the local university. He handed the Dr. their photos which I glanced
at. They were obviously very beautiful girls with bright eyes and radiant smiles."How far are we pemitted to go", the Pain Dr. asked? The commandant assured us that there were no limits and only results counted. After shaking hands, we followed a soldie
r
up one more flight of stairs to the 'work room'.
The Pain Dr. took out a key and unlocked the heavy steel
door. As he swung it open we entered a room about
20' by 20' square filled with many devices. I noticed a hospital type operating table in the middle of the room supported by a large center column. It had many straps
and openings with levers and guages. I also noticed a water
tank with a see-saw type board at the edge. There were
many chains and pulleys hanging from the cieling. In
addition, I saw a set of stocks and two very heavy wooden
arm chairs bolted to the floor. The walls were covered with
many unusual instruments. The Dr. explained to me that this
was his private and exclusive work room and that many of
the devices were of his own design. He handed me a black
full length rubber apron which I put on. As he was tying his
on he told me that with stubborn political idealists extreme
measures were generally called for to break them. He
reminded me that what we did to them really didn't matter
because when we had finished, the military would execute
them anyway. But he cautioned me never to tell them
that because without hope they would take their secrets to
their death.
He pushed a button on the wall which sent a signal
outside to bring the women in. As the door opened the two
girls were standing there naked with their hands tied behind their backs. They seemed much younger than their photo.
They had bruises on their faces and the older girl ,Tara, had dried blood underher nose, this from their obvious beatings. The guard chained both to a railing on the wall and left,
closing the door behind him.
Tara the older girl was blonde about 5.6" maybe 130 lbs
with wavy hair and brown eyes. Rose was about 5.4" 140lbs with dark hair. Both girls were stunningly attractive despite
the terror in their eyes. The Pain Dr. went over and
introduced himself. He began by telling them that they
were here to give him information on their associates and activities. Tara spoke out saying that they knew nothing
about any of this or why they had even been arrested.
The Dr. went over to a T.V. set on the work bench and
plugged in a video. For about three minutes the girls
watched themselves as they bought weapons and
tried to recruit an undercover policeman. He shut it off
saying this is your final chance before you start suffering greater than you have ever suffered in your life. Rose said,
"we have nothing to say".
Using his key, the Pain Dr. unchained Tara who
struggled violently, but we forced her over to the stocks and had her kneel in front of it while her ankles behind her were placed into the openings and the top secured down over
her petite feet. Taking a metal plate off the wall, about 24" square, the Dr. handed it to me. I noticed hundreds of sharp points coming from the plate about one quarter an inch high.As he lifted her by her armpits, he asked me to slide the plate under h
er knees. He dropped her down and she
screamed through gritted teeth as the cruel triangles of
steel bit into her knees, the weight of her body pushing
them down causing excrutiating pain. Next he removed a
device from the wall and inserted it into a fitting in front of
her. It was a heavy steel "T" bar with two steel circles
welded at breast height. At the end of the steel holes were
what looked like two clear glass bra cups continuing into a glass tube about 6" long and 2" in diameter. There was a
fitting on the end of that and the Dr. connected two black rubber hoses to them. He put a strap around Tara's back
and hooked the ends to the bar, making
sure her breasts were inside the iron rings and glass bra
cups. He laid her arms down each side of the "T" bar and secured her wrists and arms with straps. "I need names", he
told her. She closed her eyes and said nothing. The Pain Dr.
went to his bench and clicked on a switch and I heard a
hissing sound. As he turned the dial one notch, I saw her breasts sucked into the narrow tube one inch. She screamed loudly as her breasts were compressed
into a sausage 2" in diameter. PPPPLEEESE NOOOOOOO I CANTT STANNDDDD ITTTT AHHHHEEEEEIIIII!!!.
"Just one name", he repeated. He turned the dial to the next notch. The hissing became louder as two inches of her
breast were now compressed into the cylinder. Her breasts were purple due to the severe compression and stretching.
She shrieked loudly AHHHHHHHHEEEEEIIIIIIAHHHHHHHHHHH as her knees were dancing on the spikes in a futile effort to escape the unbearable breast torture. "No names"? The Dr. turned it to "3". The sucking became louder as her screaming became more intense.
I gazed over at rose who had a terrified look in her eyes, knowing that she too would soon be suffering like Tara. "This is your last chance", the Pain Dr. said. "I need some names". But Tara ignored him, just howling away, so the Pain Dr. turned the di
al to 6! Tara's entire breasts were sucked into the tiny tube and stretched beyond human tolerance. She let loose a blood curdling desperate scream AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHEEEEEEEEIIAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEIIIAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!, before she blacked out. The Dr. grabbed a bucket of ice cold water and dumped it over her head, and she coughed and choked and came to. The Pain Dr. brought two bunson burner type to
rches and put them under the glass tubes containing Tara's 'penis type' breasts. He didn't light them but instead went over and
unchained Rose. He threw her on the operating table and secured her naked body with many straps over her legs , arms, chest, body, head, and neck making sure that nothing could move but her fingers and toes. He removed a
center section of the table between her legs allowing him total access to her delicate little vagina.
I savored the terror in Rose's eyes as the Dr. wheeled the transformer cart over to the side of the operating table. He plugged it in and switched it on. A heavy pair of rubber gloves went on his hands and a surgeons magnifying glasses with tube
like lenses and a light in the center was placed on his head. He attached two large knitting needle type pins to the leads.
"You are going to recieve electric shocks to your most sensitive parts", he told Rose. As he continued talking, he slipped four metal bands with switches over her fingers and toes. He connected the wires at the ends of the switches to a box by the
bunson burners. "Let me explain how this works", he said. "You can't move your body because you are tightly strapped to the table. But should you feel the need to flex you fingers or toes, you will trip a switch, increasing the gas flow to the bunson bu
rners. The flames will cook Tara's breasts which are now quite painfully squeezed into the glass tubes". He lit the bunson burner and adjusted the flame so it was small and burning about a foot away from the glass tube. He bent Rose's toes down and immed
iatly the flame roared up totally encircling the glass tube. He let the toes snap back but the slight heat caused by the flame made Tara bite her lip and twist her head, squirming on the points under her knees.
The Pain Dr. grabbed his rolling stool and sitting directly between Rose's legs positioned the electric needles on her outer lips, touching them. A loud scream tore from Roses's throat as she jerked violently against the
unwielding straps. EEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!. "Where are the weapons"? No reply. The Dr. asked me to hand him two hemostats, which I did. He clipped the first one on her right outer lip. She screamed and flexed her toes as the clamp crushed her f
lesh unmercifully. The flames under Tara's breasts shot up for about 5 seconds and then Tara began screaming and shrieking. The glass
was becomming misty inside as the heat caused the moisture in the breasts to evaporate. "The names of you associates", the Dr. repeated. I DON'T KNOWW.
PLLEEEEESE LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!. Rose screamed. As the Dr. clamped the other hemostat on her left outer lip, she went wild again, hands and toes flexing,
letting loose the most piteous howls of agony. Again, the flame bathed the breast tubes for close to 10 seconds. Tara screamed wildly, her bloody knees jumping up and down on the spikes. The purple breasts were now becoming
whitish in color as the burning skin was beginning to stick to the glass tubes. Tara shrieked several seconds more and then blacked out. The Pain Dr. took out what appeared to be a fire hose and sprayed Tara in the face bringing her
back while stopping short of drowning her. The water ran to the drain in the center of the room and then disappeared. "We've only begun", the Dr. said. "Your pain will become greater and greater until you beg me to let you die. But you
will not die, only go on suffering for hours and days and weeks. Talk to me. Where are the weapons? Who are your accomplices? Where are they hiding"?
PLEEEEEEESE!!!! PLEEEEEEEEESE!!!!! NO MORE Rose cried, well aware of the pain she was causing Tara by moving her fingers and toes. I asked the Pain Dr. if I could administer some torture, but he scolded me saying I would
have to wait until after I've successfully endured my own punishments. I asked him when this would happen and he assured me it would be soon. I had real mixed feelings about that.
The Dr. retook his position between Rose's legs, the hemostats now holding her pussy wide open. The Dr. touched the needles to her sensitive inner lips.
As he touched them she gasped loudly trying to suck in air, but the pain was so severe that she couldn't scream or even breathe. After about five seconds she let loose an earsplitting AAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Again, involuntarily, she flexed and I watched the flame wraping the glass tubes for about 15 seconds and I smelled what smelled like meat cooking. The skin was now blackening on the bottoms of the tubes as Tara's breasts were literally being cook
ed alive. The hose again brought her back, but it took more than 2 minutes this time. "Names, girls. I need names". The Dr. put one needle deep into Rose's ureatha and touched the other to her clitoris. Her body shook in spasms as the sensitive nerve end
ings were being turned inside out. Her hands and toes didn't flex this time because she immediatly passed out. It's time to begin the next phase the Pain Dr. said.
Tara's head was hanging limply back, her eyes gently rolling in her head as soft moans were escaping from her lips. The Pain Dr. went over to the workbench and shut off the switch causing the hissing sound to stop. The
pretty blonde's breasts popped out of the crushing tubes back into the glass bras. Burnt skin had been left in the cruel clear cylinders and the flesh on her two breasts was raw, blistering, and extremely swollen. After unbuckling
her straps, he removed the 'T' type tit torture device and placed it back in its spot on the wall. Motioning me over, we lifted her off of the spiked knee plate as she yelped, blood trickling down her injured legs.
Bringing her over to the teeter-toter type board by the large water tank, we placed her face down on it head towards the water. The Dr. tied her hands behind her and secured her in place with six heavy leather straps, holding
her tightly against the wood. He spoke to her saying, "you must hold your breath no matter how long you are kept under water if you do not want to drown. The names of your associates", the Dr. asked? She just cried out saying
NOO NOOOOOOO I CANT... and the Pain Dr. pulled the back end of the board up causing her head and body to submerge. He looked at his watch and after 10 seconds he pushed down on the back. She came up and took a deep breath, inhaling quickly and loudly as
she had obviously been holding her breath. "Names", the Dr. asked? No? He pulled the back up again and she went back into
the water. He let go and calmly walked to the wall and picked out a thin bamboo cane about three feet long and as thick as a pencil. He walked back over and pushed the back down. It had been about 25 seconds by my watch. She
came up and gasped with a loud throaty noise sucking precious oxygen into her lungs. "Where are the weapons", he asked? He pulled up the back and she went under again, desperately trying to capture some breath to hold on her way down. The Pain Dr. took t
he cane and lined it up with the soft tender skin and came down swift and hard, leaving a purple line on her skin. Bubbles came up from the water as she screamed from the unexpected shock and pain of the lash. He pushed down the back and she came up chok
ing and coughing, struggling against the straps that held her, fighting for air. Her face was bright red. "Names", he asked? Before she had finished coughing he pushed the end up and she went back under. This time he struck her hard three times on her te
nder thighs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More bubbles as she tried to control her screams but found herself unable to. He brought her up again and her face was purple, trying to cough but lacking the air to do so. He tilted the board slightly forward and asked
me to slap her back hard. As I did water ran from her mouth and she immediately began gagging, and choking, coughing and crying. Rose upon hearing this began screaming out, NOOO! PLEEEESE NOOO! YOUL'LL KILL HER!!!!!! STOPPPP! The Dr. answered her saying
that we can stop any time you want. Just give me the names and locations of your accomplices. Before he could finish Rose blurted out , "Genie Torres". "That's better", he said. "See how easy that was". He went over and recorded the name in his book.
"I need more names", he said. "I don't know any more names", Rose cried! "We'll see", the Dr. said.
As Tara was just about unconscious, we untied her from the board and carried her over to the heavy wooden armchair. There we secured her withstraps on her head, neck, chest, waist, arms, legs, wrists, and ankles. "Now,
lets go ask Rose "nicely" for the information", the Dr. quipped.
The Pain Dr. took the stool by Rose's legs and wheeled it over to herhead, which was securely fastened to the table with a strap across her neck and forehead. He went to the workbench and picked up five thin wires, each about 6" long and slightly thi
cker than a human hair. The wires were bare with no insulation. Sitting on the stool by her face he lifted her upper lip exposing her teeth which were very white and straight. Taking one wire he pushed it under her skin between the tooth and gum, sliding
it up about an inch. Due to its tiny diameter it did not seem to bother her to much. She winced but did not scream as he did it to her other top front tooth and her to bottom front teeth. The fifth wire the Dr. wrapped around her tongue, using the hemos
tats so as not to be bitten. He twisted the ends of that wire together. As he got a hand crank magnetto from the bench, he told her that the mouth is a very sensitive place filled with nerves, especially under the teeth. In addition he pointed out how th
e moisture was a good conductor of electricity. "I need to know the remaing names", he told her. Her eyes looked up at him in horror as he showed her the magneto.
"Talk to me", the Pain Dr. shouted in Rose's face! "It will just get worse and worse unless you give me the information about your friends and the weapons"! He seemed genuinely angry and his face was flushed. "You WILL tell me", he said, clipping
one aligator clip on the magneto wire to the wire on Rose's tongue, and the remaining clips to the four wires under her teeth. As he began turning the crank, she started screaming out in a high pitch shriek. EEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAHHHHHHHH
HHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, as the powerful current flowed
through the nerve endings of her front teeth. They chattered as the voltage caused her jaw muscles to spasm. After about a minute he stopped turning the crank, and though she tried speaking, all that came out was a slurred PLEEEEESEE NO MORE. As the Dr.
reached for the crank again she blurted out, "RENE VESQUEZ".
NO DONT! yelled Tara from her chair. DON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING, she cried out! "Very good", the Pain Dr. said, ignoring Tara. "Another name"? But, Rose, heeding Tara's words, said nothing. The Dr. turned the crank again,
faster than before. The current shot through her mouth with the force of a truck. She felt as if someone were smashing her teeth with a baseball bat. When he stopped, she moaned "Maria Sanchez". STOP ROSE, DON'T Tara yelled
out. "I can't stand the pain", Rose whispered. I noticed that her straight white teeth had become chipped and broken from the gnashing caused by the voltage. "The pain will stop when you tell me the rest of the names", the Pain Dr. said. "I can't, I can'
t", Rose said trailing off into sobs.
I asked the Dr. if he could make an exception and let me turn the cranks a few times. I was becoming quite wet and excited at all this screaming and crying, and needed to be an active participant. He thought about it for a few seconds and agreed
under the condition that I would have to endure whatever tortures I inflicted when my time came. I assured him that I would expect nothing less. Unclipping the aligator clips from Rose's mouth he handed the magneto to me. I was surprised at how heavy it
was. He said that since Tara seems to have so much to say, I could work on her.
He wheeled the stool over in front of Tara's chair and I sat on it face to face with the pretty young blonde. "Clip the clips on her nipples", the Dr. said. She screamed loudly as the cruel teeth sank deeply in the already swollen, tortured brea
sts. He told me to look under her chair and I noticed
a large hole under her seat. "Clip two leads on her pussy and shove the other one up her ass". She howled in agony as the steel pincers tore into her lips, and continued as the cold metal was forced past her tight ass muscle. NO, OH GOD NO, she screamed!
OH DEAR GOD PLEEEESE DON'T TURN THAT as I started turning the crank. EEEEEEEEEIIIA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
she started screaming like a wild woman as she pulled against the straps holding her fast to the chair, shrieking so loudly even the gate guards outside must of heard her. I stopped as the Dr. whispered in my ear. I asked
her for names and she just coughed out, NO, I CAN'T. I started turning the crank faster and after about 10 seconds reversed the direction I was spinning it. The Dr. told me it would more than double the intensity of the current.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! as every fiber of her being was screaming out in total agony. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'LL TELL YOU. JUST STOP. I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. She screamed and went on to tell us everything, naming names, dates, places, locations of guns,printing presses etc. We had fina
lly broken them.
After unbuckling the girls, the Dr. rang a buzzer and the guards dragged them out by their armpits. The Pain Dr. had videotaped the session and gave it to the commandant, who offered us his thanks. He asked the Dr. if he would be around to tortu
re the soon to be arrested subjects. The Dr.
said no, that he would be busy on personal buisness for a week, as he gazed in my eyes. I was trying to brace myself for what I knew would lie ahead. God help me!
Conclusion Painful Questions
Pain Dr. Saga will continue
with "My Agony"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
************************************************************************************
***MY AGONY***
From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org (Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org)
Subject: My Agony, foot discipline story (mf, ff)
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1997/01/05
The THC Adult Text Archive: FTMYA.TXT (472 lines)
Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message.
Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the
archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors.
See the footer for important information.
==========================================================================
My_Agony, foot discipline story (M/f or F/f).
================================================================
This story involve Foot discipline, in one way or the other.
================================================================
All pain Dr. stories contain pain, violence, graphic torture,
sadism and bondage. If you do not wish to read this, press n
now. You have been warned. All flames will be disregarded.
'I am relaxing in the Pain Drs. jet on our return trip from South
America. The Dr., sitting in the seat next to mine, is also resting.
His eyes are closed and his hands folded in front f him
. We're both exhausted after a long days work. It had taken the better
part of nine hours to break the two woman in Chile, but
we were both pleased with the outcome. I asked the Dr. if there
had ever been a time where he failed to get information from
a subject. "No, that's never happened", he said. "I remember though, that
in one particular case a woman was very stubborn and
extremely tolerant to the most horrific pain. I had to try
about sixty methods of torture lasting over a period of three days
before she finally cracked. But I am a patient man, patience
being very important in this line of work". He got out of his seat
and stretched as he walked to the rear of the plane to the galley. i
He returned a short while later with two glasses
of wine. "Here, he said, this will help you to unwind".
It was a semi-sweet Rose' and tasted nice on my parched throat.
I told the Dr. that I was very scared about what was ahead of me.
He explained that fear is the beginning of the process, that waiting
for what is surely to come is already the
first torture. "The mind can draw up many horrible expectations and this
is the beginning of the physcological phase". He reminded me that
I was free to stop anytime I chose, but that if I wanted to
work with him I would have to endure all to
the very end. As I looked in his
eyes I told him that I trusted him and knew he w
ould not make me suffer beyond what I could endure.
"You will experience severe pain, he said, but you
won't receive any torture
which would permanently disfigure you. Your eyeballs won't be gouged
out with a spoon, he chuckled. But so as to have an better understanding
of what your subjects will feel when you work on them,
a taste of the most common tortures plus some unusual ones
will be performed on you".
"He reached over and took my hand, holding it in his. I feel so tired,
I lay my head on his shoulder. It's hard to keep my eyes open i
and the room is spinning so. I didn't understand what s happening.
The wine. It's dark! I can't see anything! Where am I? I try to move but
I can't. My hands are tied over my head. I pull them down but they
pull right back up. Must be some type of rubber bungee cord
holding my wrists high. I can't move my legs or feet either.
They seem to be affixed in something, though I have no idea
what it might be. I try to speak but there is tape over my mouth and eyes.
"UMMPF" is all that comes out. Is there anyone there?
I hear nothing. I wait and wait and wait
some more. It seems like hours. My hands are becoming numb
from keeping my arms over my head for so long. I keep making fists
to get circulation in them. The wine, I remember the wine.
The Pain Dr. must have drugged me. Where is he? Is he here? I don't
know. Foot-steps. Coming closer. The sound of the door opening.
I hear men talking."Looks like she's awake, Alan",
the one says. "Good morning, Donna", says the second.
"I trust you've had a pleasant rest". I pickup a British accent.
"The Pain Dr. hired us to work on you; something about
being too emotionally involved with you to torture you properly.
He would have liked to have been here, however he was i
called away unexpectedly. But rest assured that we will do our
best to keep you entertained. Rod, would you please be so kind as to
remove the tape from Donna's eyes". "It would be a pleasure",Rod answered. I
suddenly feel a sharp pain as he violently tears the tape from my eyes,
taking with it many of my eyebrows and eyelashes. I wince into
the mouth tape. The light seems bright and out of
focus as I squint, trying to focus. He doesn't touch the tape on my
mouth, though. As I look at my torturers, I am surprised by
their youthfulness. They seem to be in their early twenti es and
are wearing only jeans and combat type boots. They wear no shirts
and have very muscular tanned bodies. Both are very
handsome, definitely G.Q. material, and not at all what I had expected
my inquisitors to look like. Perhaps I was expecting hunchbacks
named Igor, but nothing like this. "Don't let our young ages
fool you, Donna. We were trained by the best, the Pain Dr. Himself
and have had a lot of experience in dealing with worthless
whores like you". I look around and found myself in a REAL dungeon.
I mean, while the work room in Chile was modern with many shiny
chrome instruments and electrical gadgets, this place looks like a
movie set from some 1600,s witch trial. The walls are all cobblestone
with torches and oil lamps for lighting. The instruments
seem spawned from some nightmare centuries ago. An old rack,
A wooden table with thumbscrews mounted on it, old chains,
ropes, and pulleys, a high ladder against the wall reaching
up to the ceiling, a charcoal grill with many black iron handles
sticking out from it, etc. I look up and notice my hands bound
with a rubber cord to the ceiling. Looking down I see my feet
together but mounted seperatly in some type of iron foot
restraining device. There was a long screw about 8 feet long
underneath me with a crank on one end."Right about now you're
probably wondering what type of device you're on,
Alan said. Rod will explain it to you". Rod went over to
the wheel and gave it a turn which caused my feet to move apart from
each other about 6 inches. "You see, Rod said, with each turn
of the screw your legs will come apart 6 inches. As we continue
you muscles, tendons, and ligaments will stretch". Now this was
not like doing a split which I did as a little girl,
I thought. That's front to back. This is side to side and the
screws can continue being tightened even if my pussy were to touch
the floor, stretching my legs until they popped out of their sockets.
I'm terrified but not half as scared as I am when Rod brings
out another device and fits it into a hole directly under me.
It looks like a cactus only it's a rubber ball with dozens of
pins sticking out of it. It's mounted on a 6" metal bar. If I
survive going all the way down my sensitive pussy will be forced
onto the torturous needles. I know I couldn't survive that
kind of pain. PPPF (OH PLLLE\ SE I THOUGHT PLLEEESE OH GOD NO!)
"She looks scared", Alan said to Rod. "Good, Rod answered,
then we're ready to begin". Rod went over and started turning
the screw slowly. Six inches at a time. He would wait 30
seconds between turns and slowly turn the screw again. My feet
are about four feet apart when the pain in my legs really
begins to hurt. With each slow turn of the screw it becomes
more intense. The next turn has me screaming into the gag.
A severe cramp goes through my leg. As he continues to lower
me it becomes worse. I shriek into the gag, tears rolling
down my cheeks. (OH PLEASE STOP!!! MERCY I CAN'T STAND THE PAIN,
AH AH!) The pain is incredible! I feel like I am being
torn in half. My feet are now about 6 feet apart and I am
only inches above the needle ball. I just keep howling and
shrieking into the gag, I can't help it. My legs feel like
they are on fire. I have no idea what will happen when my pussy
makes contact with the needles. I've never fainted in my life,
so I don't know if I can count on that, but I am sure to be
revived if I do. Another turn has me totally hysterical, the
pain is so bad. I feel like I will be crippled, never able
to walk again. The next turn has me land right on the needle
ball, numerous pins pushing deep into my sensitive lips, and
clitoris. The pain is indescribable and unlike any I had ever
experienced. I feel a warm rush overtake me. I hear some poor i
woman horribly screaming in the background and I feel sorry
for her. As I black out I realize that woman is me I awake
in a puddle of water, coughing as it runs down my nose.
The pain in my legs is horrible and my pussy hurts so badly
as waves of throbbing agony shoot through it. I notice
dried blood on my legs from where the needles had pierced my
sensitive love hole. The tape has been removed from my mouth
and I can once again move my lips and tongue. My back is against
the floor and I stare up at my feet. A cord is holding my ankles
about three feet off the floor.I notice my big toes are lashed
together with a leather cord, and my large red toenails glisten
by the light of the wall torches as I flex them. While my hands
are free, they are useless with my feet suspended as they are.
Rod and Alan are talking by the door. They stop and come over
to me. "We are ready to proceed with your next torture", Alan
says to me. I know that no matter what I say I won't be able to
stop them, so I just turn my head away. Rod hands Alan a birch
cane about three feet long and a half an inch thick. Rod takes
another one for himself. They position themselves on each side
of my body. Rod winds up and brings the birch cane back and
using the full weight of his body, lands the tip on the soles
of my feet. It lands directly on the tender instep.AH!AAHHYH!!!
I scream out. My open palms are slapping the floor.Immediately
Alan's cane comes up and lands on the tender balls of my feet.
The pain is bad, REAL bad, as I shriek loudly. They continue
alternating strokes using full force behind each one. I howl out
in agony.OH!! AH!IIIAH! as the sensitive nerves in my soles
descend into a cascade of unbearable explosions. Again and again
and again. I can't scream anymore. I'm beyond that. Only
guttural moans come from deep within my throat. My mind is
focused Jonly on the continuation of the most unbearable pain
in the world. My body shakes violently as tears pour from my face.
I twist and turn and claw at the ground, but I can't get away, and
I can't make it stop. Gasping for air, I can't describe it, nothing
can. Then just as suddenly as it began, it ends. Had it continued,
I would have died. I'm sure of that. But NO, OH GOD NOOO!! Alan
comes back with another cane. This one is about five feet long
and an inch thick and made of heavy bamboo.NO DON'T! I scream
out. NO! But Alan winds up and brings it down on my feet.
They explode! I see flashing lights in my head. I try to scream out,
but there is no air, so I just gasp loudly. The most severe pain
in the world just goes on and on. Time stands still. A second seems
like hours. When Alan brings the cane down again, air is forced
out of my lungs. It's long and loud and doesn't end. Again the cane comes
down. My bones feel like they're shattering. My tiny feet must be
swollen like cantaloupes. I would confess to anything I wa
s asked to end this, but no one asks anything. I feel like I am
dying. Oh please God, let me die. Anything to stop this pain.
After about a dozen strokes Alan put the cane away. I just keep
howling and shrieking, rolling into a ball as Rod lowers the rope
holding my feet. As I lay there crying hysterically, Alan and
Rod come over and grab me under my arms and drag me to the chair
in front of the thumbscrews. The chair is a stout, very heavy
wooden chair without arms that is bolted to the floor in front
of it a heavy wooden platform holding a sinister looking vice
with many diamond like teeth. It has many thick leather straps
on it and while Rod holds me up in the chair, Alan secures the
straps around my ankles, upper legs, waist and chest.
Rod holds my hands together in front of me, gazing at my long red
fingernails, while Alan lashes my thumbs together with a thin
leather cord."You have beautiful hands and nails Alan remarks to me.
I will enjoy torturing them immensely", he said. Rod pushes my bound
thumbs into the ancient device. It is black and made of iron, with
triangular spikes on the bottom where the fleshy part of my thumbs
rested and the top which will be brought down Jon my thumbnails.
There is a lever on top which connects to a fine screw, allowing
my thumbs to be slowly and painfully crushed with impossible
force. Alan begins tightening the screw, just tight enough
so I can't pull my thumbs out. The triangular spikes bite into
the soft flesh holding them like a pitbull. I beg and plead with
him not to do this, but he just sits in the chair on the opposite
side of the narrow table and looks at me and smiles. He gives it
a quarter turn. I gasp as the diamond studs force the nails to
compress on my thumbs. He pays no attention and gives it
another quarter turn. I scream. I can't help it. I just have to.
I scream and scream again. It is that sort of pain. I have no
defense against it. It possesses me and knows no limits. I try
fighting against the straps of the chair but they hold me fast.
My unbound fingers are of no use just wriggling in sympathy as
my thumbs throb in agony. He gives it another quarter turn.
I really can't describe an experience like this. There are not
enough words in the English vocabulary to describe this type
of pain. Through the hysterical shrieks and sobs I keep blurting
out things like, "please stop", and "I'll do anything". It is
sort of a combination of loud horrible screams, pleadings and
beggings, moans and howls, and shrieking sounds. Alan is
enjoying this. I can see it in his eyes. This pain will go on
and on until he decides to loosen the screws. He can walk
away for lunch and I could do nothing but sit here and suffer.
He gives it another quarter turn. I am thrashing my head about
so violently that Rod comes up behind me and holds it tightly.
Tears are pouring out of my eyes and my face is contorted into
every possible shape to portray to Alan the agony I am in.
I know that if he tightens it again I would probably black out;
He does but I don't. The spikes have pierced my thumbnails
and blood is leaking out down my thumbs. The delicate and
super sensitive nerve centers at the base of the nails are
being unmercifully crushed. It feel like elephants are jumping
up and down on the digits and I can't take it anymore. I just
keep screaming and screaming. My face is probably purple and
my body soaked with sweat as Alan and Rod just watched calmly,
marveling at the effect of the cruel device.AH!!AH!AAH!
Loud hoarse screams just keep coming and coming. When I start
feeling faint they immediately loosen the screws, not wanting
to give me the chance to escape the torture by blacking out.
They remove my thumbs from the device and pull a lever and
the entire thumbscrew unit is lifted out of the table leaving
an 8 inch square hole. Rod slides a board into the hole which
fits securely, locking it in place with the lever. It is a flat
board containing many little leather straps with tiny buckles.
Alan cuts the cord off my thumbs with a pocket knife and Rod
holds my hands flat on the board while Alan buckles the straps
across my fingers. There are two large straps in the back holding
my wrists down, another across the back of my hand and two
smaller ones across each finger. My hands are now palm down on
the board and I can't move my fingers at all. I notice my swollen
thumbs and the blood leaking under the nails but they are not quite
as damaged as I had expected, although they continue throbbing and
hurting terribly. As I sit staring at my bound outstretched hands
and fingers, I begin wondering what led up to this. Just a month ago
I was an average 28 year old woman who occupied her time shopping
in the malls, dining out with friends and engaging in occasional
d/s scenes. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to be
here, the object of intense physical torture. What started out as
a mere curiosity has led me to this; being tightly strapped into a
chair with my fingers now about to recieve unbearable punishments.
I keep thinking about the Pain Dr. and wish he were here to limit i
the lenghths that my inquisitors will go to make me suffer. But I
know that even he can not watch someone he truly cares for endure
what we both know has to be endured. My body aches. My feet, legs,
pussy and thumbs are still throbing angrily and they don't seem to
be letting up. Rod walks over to a drawer in the wall and upon
opening it retrieves a wooden box about the size of a cigar box
and upon opening the lid I notice that it is lined with dark blue
velvet and has numerous compartments of various sizes. It contains
many items which he removes one by one, setting them in front of
my fingers. While he's doing that, Alan takes a cotton swab and
soaking it with nail polish remover, begins to remove the shiny
red laquer from my fingertips. I yelp loudly when he touches my
sore and swollen thumbs and even louder when the acetone sinks into
the tiny holes made by the cruel teeth of the thumbscrew, stinging
and burning terribly. He carefully removes every trace of the polish,
telling me that it is important to be able to see under my nails to
properly assess my pain level. Upon finishing, Alan sits down in the
chair directly in front of my table, facing me. "Nail tortures are
among the most effective of all tortures based on the ratio of
pain to permanent damage", he says. "There ARE more painful things
we can do, but the risks of permanent damage or even death are much
greater", he continues. Because of this and his overall concern for
your well being, the Pain Dr. has specifically instructed us to spend
a large portion of our^M^Jefforts on this particular type of punishment.
Fortunatly we have a huge variety to keep us occupied and you attentive".
I began screaming, NO, NO! I CAN'T TAKE THIS TYPE OF PAIN! I remember
once as a teen I closed the tip of my ring finger in a drawer and the
nail turned black. I remember how badly it hurt! I also remember the
reaction of the woman at the Drs. mansion recieving the toe punishments
and how agonizing they were for her. But I know they were going to
go ahead no matter what I say, so I just grit my teeth together and
brace myself for what is to come. "Where shall we begin", Alan asks,
as if he really expects me to answer him. He picks up a small thin
stainless steel screw about three inches long and an eighth of an inch
wide with a pointed tip and very fine threads. "Hold her head",Rod,
he says, as Rod comes behind me and places his muscular arm over my
forehead. Alan takes the screw and a small screwdriver and puts the
tip under the middle nail of my left hand and begins screwing it under.
I scream, stuggling against my bonds ,as he screws it deeper and deeper.
I can see the screw under my nail and it is about halfway under when
he stops. The pain is incredible, my head trying to thrash about but
Rod keeps h olding it tightly, as I fight in vain to free my hands
from the straps holding them down. Alan just sits back savoring my
agony as I just keep crying and shrieking high pitched wails.
When I start slowing down my hysterical howls he begins screwing
again.EEEIIIOW!!!OOOW!OOOOOOW! I just keep at it, not stopping
for a second. I can't. He screws it in until the tip dissappears
under the skin at the base of my nail. The entire nail has
lifted from the finger due to the wedge effect of the screw. Blood
is leaking out in every direction as the threads of the screw are
damaging the sensitive skin underneath. Alan and Rod just watch
me struggle and cry as they prepare for the next torture.
Alan, takes a cotton ball, pours a little alcohol on it and swabs
my pinky nail thoroughly. He then takes a wooden match stick
with a sharpened end and forces it under the little nail, all the
way down. I scream out hysterically as pain shoots through the finger
to my brain at a thousand miles an hour. "Rod, would you cover
her mouth with your hand", Alan says? I scream into Rod's hand
as Alan takes another match and lights it. He ignites the exposed
tip under my nail and the match burns down, lighting the alcohol
on the nail."Don't let her blow it out", he warns Rod. The
alcohol causes the flame to burn brightly as I shriek out in pain,
watching my nail burn. The intense heat radiates throughout the
flesh on my finger. The pain is incredible and I can't move my
fingers in the slightest. My body spasams against the straps
shaking and vibrating violently. I scream and scream as I watch
my nail melt away and then everything goes dark. I awake with
a splash of cold water against my face. As my head hangs down,
water drips off my nose onto the table below. As I slowly raise
my head I notice the little finger of my left hand. The nail
is gone, burnt off for all practical purposes, and a dark
patch of black crusty skin is now in its place. The surrounding
finger is very red and swollen with tiny white blisters. The pain
is excrutiating. I remember burns as a child, and while they
were bad, they couldn't compare to this. This is a burn on one
of the most sensitive places on my body; the virgin flesh under
my nail. As I look up, expecting to see Alan or Rod, I am
startled to see the Pain Dr. standing there. He gazes intently
at my outstretched and wounded fingers and then looks into my
eyes."I had to be here to witness your sufferings", he said.
"I tried to stay away, but I couldn't". "Theyr'e hurting me badly",
I said in a pitious cracking voice."Yes", he said. "I knew they
would. But you are strong and will be able to survive it.
And when they are finished, you will be a tougher person for it".
"Please don't let them hurt me anymore", I said. "Do you still
want to work with me or do you want to end it now", he asked?
"No", I said. "I've come this far, I don't want to end now".
"There is still a lot of pain to come before you've finished",
the Dr. said. "I want you to do the tortures personally", I stated.
The Pain Dr. thought about this for a while, holding his chin with
two fingers as he paced the floor. "Very well", he says. "I will,
but you must not expect any favorable treatment or special
considerations. You will be treated in the same manner as the
rest of my clients. Understood?" I nod in agreement. "We must
finish your nail tortures, the Dr. said. You have experienced the
crushing of your thumbs, the insertion of the screw, and the burning
off of a nail. You will now experience a leveraged loosening along
with an extraction. Rod and Alan will assist me with this. Alan,
get me a wooden mallet". Rod puts a horse-shoe nail in the coal
grill. I look down and there is an iron horse-shoe nail
sharpened at the tip. It starts off narrow at the bottom and tapers
up towards the top. Rod picks the nail up with a pair of iron tongs
he has removed from the grill and places the nail in the hot coals.
Upon handing the Dr. the wooden mallet, Alan goes to the grill and
using the bellows forces air into the coals. After about 30 seconds,
Rod removes the nail from the fire. It wasn't red, but I knew it
had to be very hot. He brought it over in front of me.The Pain Dr.
spits on it and it sizzles. "Line it up with the ring finger
nail on her right hand", the Dr. says. I can see Rod holding it
by the edges so it would go under starting narrow and wedge the
nail up the further in it went. "Start it under", the Dr. says.
I scream as the hot point of the iron touches my fingertip,
making a hissing sound. All at once, the Pain Dr picks up the mallet
and gives it a light tap forcing it partly under the nail.AH!EEEIAHHH!
I shriek hystericaly. The Dr. then gives it a much harder blow,
sending it way under, totally prying the nail off the bed. The
combination of the hot iron and the lifting of the nail makes m
e go beserk against my bonds, Rod doing everything humanly possible
to immobilize my thrashing head. The strength of the leather straps
holding me down wer now put to the ultimate test as I'm sure I must
have been using superhuman strength against them. They hold me fast,
not allowing any movement on my part as I just scream and scream.
But as painful as that was, nothing could have prepared me for what
comes next. The Pain Dr., using the hot tongs Rod had in the grill,
grabs my nail with the horse-shoe nail imbedded under it and puts both
in the jaws of the giant pliers and yanks the nail out, roots and all.
I try to scream, but I can't. The pain is so bad that my mind doesn't
allow anything but concentration on the worst pain I had ever experienced.
I feel like a baby when it winds up to cry, just sucking air and sucking
air, but then I just let loose with a bone chilling scream that caused
the men to stand back and watch me suffer.AHH! AAHOWWEAHHH! I remember
watching them and the proud smiles on their faces as they know
they have reached the depths of my pain limits and then their faces
go blurry.The torch on the wall flickers in my eyes as I awake.
Laying on my back, my ankles are fastened to two corners of a
stained, splintery surface, while my wrists are fastened to the
other end. I look up over to my hands and noticed gauze and white
tape covering half my fingertips. While Alan and Rod adjust the
thick, coarse hemp ropes, I turned my head to the side and notice
the Pain Dr. sitting in a chair by the coal grill. I give him a
faint half -hearted smile which he promptly returns. Standing up,
he comes over and asks me how I am holding up. "Every part of my
body hurts", I tell him emphatically! He warns me that the next
torture would be very painful, more so than any I had yet
experienced. I found this hard to believe and told him so."If I do
this one wrong, he warned, you could die". That scared me
alot and I take several deep breaths, but I trust him and
know he wouldn't go too far. He begins explaining the entire
process."As you've probably figured out, you will be slowly
stretched until your body is suspended into the air. This will
stretch your tendons and put great strain on the joints of your
shoulders, elbows, hips, and knees. With continued tightening
your joints will audibly seperate from their sockets. Even tighter
and your bowels will break through your abdomen. Your spinal
column will be elongated which can cause paralysis and even death.
As the muscles in your chest are pulled tighter breathing and
making sounds will become much more difficult".By now I am totally
terrified. "Please don't do this to me",I beg the Dr."I won't be
able to stand it!!". He tells me that I will have to endure this
if I am going to work with him. I try to prepare myself for the
most horrendous pain immaginable. But^M^Jnever having been
stretched before, I don't know what level of agony to expect.
The Pain Dr. turns the mechanism and the ropes on my wrists pull
taut. NO!! I scream out half in fear and half out of instinct.
As reality sets in it causes a wave of terrifying panic in me.
I struggle violently yet vainly against my bonds, the rough wooden
rack causing splinters to pierce my soft naked back. I try to
gain control of myself as the Dr. tightens the mechanism notch
by notch. An eerie creaking sound emits from the ancient device
as the tension on my arms slowly increases. Tighter and tighter,
I feel my back and ass slide over the splintery wood as my body
draws taut. There is a tightness in my ankles as the first tinge
of pain from my shoulders and elbows shoots through me.
AH!" I gasped as the pain increases with every notch. My knee
and hip joints begin hurting, causing a severe burning pain
as the ropes lift me off the bed. The next notch causes the
most intense wave of excrutiating agony, shooting through
my entire body. E!IAHOWAH!- I scream, gasping for air
against my strained chest muscles. Sweat is pouring off my
tightly stretched,^M^Jnaked body. He gives it another turn and my
head thrashes from side to side while my hands flex and toes
curl.STOP!PLEASE! NO MORE! I Yelled, but the racking continues.
I scream and scream. The pain has to stop. It just has to It can't
go on like this! But instead it just keeps getting worse and worse.
Again and again he turns the mechanism until I hear two loud cracks.
I'm sure he broke my arms as the worse pain immaginable went
through my elbows and forearms. "AH!!!AH 0H!AH!"
The Pain Dr. tells me that my elbows have dislocated from thier sock
ets which causes a pain that there is no way I can describe. There are
no words in language which can explain what it's like.
My arms explode sending signals to my brain at ten thousand miles an
hour. The pain is too severe to scream. I can just moan.
Long, throaty, gutteral moans. I can barely remember the ropes
loosening, but the pain went on and on. Rod and Alan held me do
wn while the Pain Dr. grabbed each arm and firmly yanked each
arm as I heard i
loud cracks, each being forced back into their sockets.
The Dr. picked me up in his arms and cradled me, as I continue
sobbing on and on. "We're finished now", he tells
me. "You've suffered enough and proved that you're in this for keeps.
Rest now, as we have a job in about two weeks". He carr ied me out
of the dungeon to an upstairs bedroom. I remember the injection
and the Pain Dr. stroking my hair."Sleep now, my love".
Conclusion My Agony
*******************************************************************************
***SOVIET SCREAMS***
From: Dung Truong (ddt@bu.edu)
Subject: Re: STORY:The Pain Dr. Soviet Screams pts. 1-3, M/F,Pain,Graphic Torture
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1994-11-17 20:14:32 PST
Donna Froemchen (alegend@delphi.com) wrote:
: All Pain Dr. stories contain pain, violence, sadism,
: graphic torture, and bondage. If you do not wish to read
: this press n now. You have been warned. All flames will be
: disregarded.
: Soviet Screams Part 1
:
:
: The first week was difficult. Moving was a chore as my
: muscles ached terribly when I attempted to walk. Holding
: anything in my hands was next to impossible. But they say,
: "time heals all wounds", and by the second week I
: began moving around more briskly. Performing simple
: tasks with my wounded fingers became easier. The Pain Dr.
: had been by my side the entire time, spoon feeding me and
: going as far as to wash my body and even wiping for
: me in the beginning. I was totally dependant on him at first
: and got a chance to really get to know him. During our time
: together, he never missed a chance to teach me new
: methods of torture and the proper use of various devices.
: He had me guage the punishments that I had just endured
: on a scale of one to ten with ten being the most painful.
: "The rack was most painful at a ten, with the foot caning
: coming in at a nine", I said. "The nail tortures came in
: at eight with the extraction being the most painful of that
: group. The thumb-screws came in next and the leg stretch
: came in last although all tortures were excrutiating", I added.
: He explained to me that the review I just gave would
: vary greatly among those who had endured the exact same
: punishments."No two people have exactly the same reaction
: to one particular torture as another", he said. "Good
: inquisitors will always employ a variety of methods and
: capitalize on those that obtain the best results. Some
: women can be twisted like a pretzel but just touch thier
: vaginas with electricity and they sing like nightengales.
: Others shrug off electricity but an open flame on their
: nipples make them turn in their own mothers".
: The Pain Dr. and I continued our conversation and
: I asked him some philosophical questions." In the light of
: todays political climate, what is the future for professional
: torturers?" "Very bright", he answered. "First, think about
: the escalating crime problem. When the prisons fill up and
: the average people can no longer pay higher taxes to build
: new ones, what are to become of the criminals? People have
: become weary of setting them loose only to fall prey
: to them again and again. Obviosly they need to be punished
: and in a way that will discourage future transgressions. My
: prediction is that torture will become universal by the year
: 2000. While I understand that right now the constitution
: prohibits 'cruel and inhuman' punishments, remember
: alcohol was also prohibited in the 1920's. Things change as
: circumstances change. As the courts are boxed in by
: increasing crime, lack of prisons, an angry public, and not
: enough resources, torture will become the obvious answer".
: "Think about it", he said; " Leg tortures for pocketbook
: snatchers and muggers, hand tortures for shoplifters and
: thieves, electrical and genital tortures for sexual offenders
: and rapists, and heavy tortures for major crimes such as
: murder and espionage. All these will be televised so that
: future criminals might want to think twice". "Won't that be
: putting to much power into the hands of the government",
: I asked? "Come on, Donna, get real", the Dr. stated
: emphatically! "Things have never been worse and the
: government has never controlled our lives more than they
: do today". When the crime problems have been dealt with,
: people will be free to concentrate on their politicians. Those
: who have raped the people with excessive taxes and stolen
: away their freedoms one by one will face certain and swift
: justice by an outraged populace along with their families.
: They have said "let them eat cake", once too often. Yes,
: the future is bright because we will become the teachers of
: future generations". I felt thrilled to be in the presense of the
: Pain Dr. and quickly came to realize that not only my future,
: but the future of many others were going to rest in his capable
: hands.
: "We will be leaving tomorrow for the former U.S.S.R. Our
: job will be extracting a formula from a scientist who is in
: poor health and cannot be tortured himself. You and I will
: concentrate on his wife and three children. Departure
: time will be 6:00 A.M. sharp so you should start packing now.
: I have to do the same", he said as he kissed me tenderly on
: the lips and walked away. I was excited about
: our up and coming trip..............................................
:
: The Pain Dr. and I left the apartment at early dawn. Until
: then, I had only suspected but wasn't positive that we were
: in England. Rod and Alan's thick British accent made me
: suspicious, but watching the Dr. drive on the wrong side of
: the road confirmed it! We drove until we arrived at Londons
: Heathrow airport and quickly boarded the Drs. waiting jet.
: Minutes later we were in the air.
: "As you know", the Dr. said, "the republics of the
: former Soviet Union are at war and in a total chaotic
: state of anarchy. We have been hired by the Croation
: leadership to obtain a formula from a high ranking Serbian
: physicist that will enable them to modify the tracking device
: in their laser guided tanks. The problem is that the Dr. is in
: poor physical health, suffering from a severe heart condition.
: Anything done to him personally might result in his death.
: However, he is blessed with a beautiful young wife and three
: children, two girls and a boy. It is on these that we will
: concentrate our efforts directly in front of the Dr. and
: see if we can't pry the formula out of him. His first wife was
: killed during the war and he has since remarried a young
: woman 26 years old. At 47 he is much older than her but
: doesn't look it. Here is a photo of the two of them together".
: As the Pain Dr. handed me the photo I noticed the woman
: was petite, maybe 105lbs. with very short brown hair, brown
: eyes, freckles. She seemed somewhat muscular and I asked
: the Dr. about it. "She was a semi-professional swimmer before
: the outbreak of hostilities", he said. Turning the photo over I
: noticed her name was "Loretta". "She was origionally from
: the U.S., he added, moving here when she and the Dr.
: became serious". Gazing at the Dr. in the photo, I noticed
: that he looked late thirtish but very frail, a type of look when
: someone has been suffering with heart problems over an
: extended period of time. "These are the children the Pain
: Dr. said as he handed me the next photo". The oldest
: seemed to be the son who appeared to be about 16. He was
: very good looking and had little resemblance to his ill father.
: He seemed tall, about 5.10" and 150lbs. He still had
: somewhat of a boyish face and his blonde hair made him
: look younger than he was. The next child was a girl about
: 14. She was very pretty with a bright smile. She appeared to
: be about 5 feet and maybe 90 lbs. She had long blonde hair
: and a very nice figure for a young teen. The youngest child
: was also a girl about 10 years old. She had shoulder length
: brown curly hair and large blue eyes. She seemed about 4.4'
: and maybe 60 lbs. They looked to be the perfect family, I
: thought, as I handed the photos back to the Dr. "The people
: who hired us for this job want to see us work and some of
: the top military leaders will be present in the room", he said.
: I have given them special requests of particular items that
: we will need and they will be waiting for us when we arrive.
: I didn't mind torturing the Drs. beautiful wife but I wasn't sure
: about the children, and mentioned this to the Pain Dr. "We
: won't go further than we have to with them. I'm sure the Dr.
: will be reasonable and provide us with the formula rather
: than see his family suffer". I hoped that he was right, but I
: got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, call it
: "womans intuition", that this might be tougher than it
: appeared.
: We landed after several hours and were met by a
: waiting Mercedes. The driver who was dressed in military
: garb put our bags and special equipment into the trunk
: and we got in and drove for about an hour until we
: arrived at a large private home or should I say mansion.
: It was a huge building on a very plush estate surrounded
: by iron gates and machine gun toting guards. The car
: stopped in front of the main door and we were promptly
: greeted by military men offering us warm smiles and
: handshakes. They all spoke English but had heavy
: Russian accents. One of them escorted us upstairs to our
: rooms and asked us to come downstairs when we had
: freshened up. The Pain Dr. and I changed into our white
: lab coats and unpacked the equipment in our bags and
: transferred them to the black leather satchels. Upon
: finishing we proceeded downstairs and a soldier
: stationed at the base of the stairway escorted us to a room
: located at the rear of the house. When the door swung
: open, I noticed several rows of men and women in
: military uniforms sitting and facing what looked like a
: large stage. The Physicist was dressed and strapped into
: a stout wooden chair bolted to the floor, his hands tightly
: bound behind his back. He was facing his family who were
: all totally naked and secured to various devices.
: His wife was secured in an iron chair by way of metal
: straps containing hundreds of needle sharp spikes about an
: inch apart. The chair itself was covered with these same
: cruel devices, with literally hundreds of points. Every part
: of the womans body was in contact with the nails and she
: squirmed in terrible discomfort making horible sounds
: into her gag. They were under her feet, arms, hands, ass
: and every place in between. There was a trapdoor under
: her seat and a cloth covered bucket next to it.
: The sixteen year old boy was secured to a very low
: table with many leather straps covering his arms, legs,
: body, wrists, ankles, head and neck. He had become part
: of the table which was no more than a foot off the ground.
: He was gagged and blindfolded.
: The fourteen year old daughter was tied to a crucifix
: type cross by her wrists and ankles. She was laying on her
: back looking up at the cieling. She was also gagged but had
: no blindfold. There was a hole next to the base and a
: machine with wires coming out going to a metal plate on
: the foot block.
: The youngest daughter, the ten year old, was tied to an
: X-frame with many straps holding her little body tightly
: against it. Next to it there was a table on wheels and the
: Pain Dr. took out many devices and shiny tools and laid
: them on it. The young girl watching this started crying into
: her gag.
: The Pain Dr. addressed the audience who numbered
: about 20. "Welcome. For those of you who don't know me,
: I am the Pain Dr. and this is my assistant Donna. Thankyou
: for attending this evening. You will witness various methods
: of torture today and I hope the experience will be both
: beneficial and educational. You may take notes and if you
: have any questions, please feel free to ask me later on."
: The Pain Dr. turned to me and asked me if I was ready to
: begin. I told him I was.
: The Pain Dr. turned to the Physicist and asked him for
: the formula. "Save your family terrible suffering. Just give
: me the formula and you will all be set free". "I can't", the
: Dr. said, his voice shaking with fear. "Hundreds of lives are
: at stake. I won't betray my country". "Very well", the Pain
: Dr. said. "We will begin with your older daughter". He
: went over to the frightened 14 year old girl and picked up
: four wires with aligator clips on the end and clipped two
: on the young girls tender nipples. MPPPFFFFFFFFFFF
: she screamed into her gag, her eyes wide with pain and
: terror. He clipped the other two to her pussy lips. MPPPP
: PPPFFFAAHHHHHHHHHHH she shrieked as the gag
: allowed no scream to penetrate. The Pain Dr. motioned
: two large soldiers over and they picked up the crucifix
: and dropped it into the hole in the stage. She was now
: hanging by the ropes on her wrist, pushing down on the
: footblock to relieve some of the stress from her arms and
: chest. "Let me explain how crucifixion works", he said.
: "Gravity pulls down the body, causing stress on the chest
: muscles. The victim, in this case your beautiful young
: daughter, is forced to push down on the block that her
: feet are resting on to relieve the terrible stress on those
: muscles and permit breathing. As long as this takes place
: the victim can last for many days before sucumbing to
: exhaustion and death. In ancient times, the legs of the
: crucified were broken, thus not allowing the victim to
: push up to relieve the cramping in the chest. Death by
: suffocation generally followed. We have modified this by
: placing a metal plate on the footblock. The plate is charged
: so that if she tries to push off with her feet she will recieve
: powerful electric shocks on her most sensitive areas. The
: Pain Dr. reached down and turned on the current. The girl
: wh had been supporting herself by the block yelped into
: the gag and quickly lifted her feet thereby hanging her
: full weight on her wrists. After a minute she grew tired
: and rested her feet on the plate. She screamed and tears
: flowed down her face, eyes wide in agony. Her feet moved
: up and down as she did the slow dance of crucifixion
: agony. The Pain Dr. looked over to the Physicist."Well, how
: about it"?
: To be continued
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
From: Donna Froemchen (alegend@delphi.com)
Subject: STORY: The Pain Dr. Soviet Screams pt.2 M/F,PAIN, GRAPHIC TORTURE
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1994-10-27 08:12:46 PST
13
All Pain Dr. stories contain pain, violence, graphic torture, sadism and bondage. If you do not wish to read this press n now. You have been warned. All flames will be disregarded.
Soviet Screams Part 2
The Pain Dr. and I left the apartment at early dawn. Until then, I had only suspected but wasn't positive that we were in England. Rod and Alan's thick British accent made me suspicious, but watching the Dr. drive on the wrong side of the road confirm
ed it! We drove until
we arrived at Londons Heathrow airport and quickly boarded the Drs. waiting jet. Minutes later we were in the air.
"As you know", the Dr. said, "the republics of the
former Soviet Union are at war and in a total chaotic
state of anarchy. We have been hired by the Croation
leadership to obtain a formula from a high ranking Serbian physicist that will enable them to modify the tracking device in their laser guided tanks. The problem is that the Dr. is in poor physical health, suffering from a severe heart condition. Anythin
g done to him personally might result in his death. However, he is blessed with a beautiful young wife and three children, two girls and a boy. It is on these that we will concentrate our efforts directly in front of the Dr. and
see if we can't pry the formula out of him. His first wife was killed during the war and he has since remarried a young woman 26 years old. At 47 he is much older than her but doesn't look it. Here is a photo of the two of them together". As the Pain Dr.
handed me the photo I noticed the woman was petite, maybe 105lbs. with very short brown hair, brown eyes, freckles. She seemed somewhat muscular and I asked the Dr. about it. "She was a semi-professional swimmer before the outbreak of hostilities", he s
aid. Turning the photo over I noticed her name was "Loretta". "She was origionally from the U.S., he added, moving here when she and the Dr. became serious". Gazing at the Dr. in the photo, I noticed that he looked late thirtish but very frail, a type of
look when someone has been suffering with heart problems over an extended period of time. "These are the children the Pain Dr. said as he handed me the next photo". The oldest seemed to be the son who appeared to be about 16.
He was very good looking and had litle resemblence to his ill father. He seemed tall, about 5.10" and 150lbs.
He still had somewhat of a boyish face and his blonde hair made him look younger than he was. The next child was a girl about 14. She was very pretty with a bright smile. She seemed to be about 5 feet and maybe 90 lbs. She had long blonde hair and a very
nice figure for a young teen. The youngest child was also a girl about
10 years old. She had shoulder length brown curly hair
and large blue eyes. She seemed about 4.4' and maybe
60 lbs. They appeared to be the perfect family I thought
as I handed the photos back to the Dr. "The people who hired us for this job want to see us work and some of the top military leaders will be present in the room", he said. I have given them special requests of particular items that we will need and they
will be waiting for us when we arrive. I didn't mind torturing the Drs. beautiful wife but I wasn't sure about the children, and mentioned this to the Pain Dr. "We won't
go further than we have to with them. I'm sure the Dr. will be reasonable and provide us with the formula rather than see his family suffer". I hoped that he was right, but I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, call it "womans intuition", th
at this might be tougher than it appeared.
TO BE CONTINUED
From: Donna Froemchen (alegend@delphi.com)
Subject: STORY:The Pain Dr. Soviet Screams pt.4, M/F,Pain,Graphic Torture
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1994-11-09 00:01:49 PST
13
All Pain Dr. stories contain pain, sadism,
violence, graphic torture, and bondage. If you do not wish to read this press n now. You have been warned.
Soviet Screams part 4
"Save your family", the Pain Dr. exorted the Physicist. The bound and terrified Dr. just stared at his naked and helpless daughter cry out in agony as the cruel electricity shocked her sensitive nippples and tender orifaces, while at the same
time stretching her young chest muscles beyond endurance."Please stop this", the Dr. cried out. "If I could tell you anything, don't you think I would"?
"You can and you will", the Pain Dr. assured him.
He walked over to the teen boy tightly strapped to the low table and motioned me over.
"This one is all yours", he said as he handed me a pair of thin latex surgical gloves, a tube of lubricating jelly, and a small tin of red pepper."Sit down in front of his penis and rub a generous amount of pepper onto it. After slipping into the tight f
itting gloves I made myself comfortable and poured about a teaspoon of the red powder into my hand. Starting with the head of his limp tool, I began to rub it in thoroughly. It quickly became erect and very stiff partly because of my stimulations and als
o
due to the severe burning sensation he must have been feeling."Now use the lubricating jelly and begin masturbating him, but do not stop for anything, not even for a moment", the Pain Dr. instructed. Squeezing a glob in my hand I began stroking up and do
wn his shaft using different techniques I had
learned over the years. While I truly enjoyed this, I couldn't figure out what the torture was here. The Dr, seeing my puzzled expression just said, "remember,
too much of anything can be very painful". It didn't take more than about two minutes of my expert manipulations and he shot a huge load of creamy white cum all over his stomach. I just continued, not letting up on my hand movements for even a second as
he started squirming against his bonds, making sounds into his gag for me to stop. But I was just having to much fun and kept rubbing and rubbing, one hand always in motion even when I reapplied the pepper to maintain his erection or the jelly to provide
the proper lubrication. After another five minutes he came again, although not as much came out this time. Now he was really sensitive and fought hard against his bonds and screamed into his gag as I just continued to rub and caress his tool.
Meanwhile, the Pain Dr. went over to the woman bound in the iron chair. He lifted the cover off of the object by her side. It was a hibatchi style grill filled with coal which he ignited with a match.
He placed several tools into the flames as he once again asked the physicist to reconsider. The helpless Dr. gazed out over his family; his impaled daughter screaming and squirming, his son fighting against the straps as the forced masturbation became mo
re and more maddening, his young daughter waiting in terror on the X-frame as the shiny tools glistened in front of her, and now his wife, about to experience the pains of hell. The
Dr. just looked down and remained silent. "Have it your way", the Pain Dr. said. He continued watching as the flames burned down and the coals glowed with red hot intensity, while I rubbed and stroked non stop. Ten minutes later he shot another load and
his pleasure soon turned to muffled shrieks as I concentrated at caressing the most sensitive spots, using the palm of my hand against the head of his shaft. He screamed animal type screams into the gag as the leather straps creaked against the strain o
f his tugging. His eyes were wide and pleading, begging for me to stop.
TO BE CONTINUED
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(