REPOST:The Pain Dr. Painful Questions1-5, M/F,Pain,Graphic Torture

[Donna Froemchen]

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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"