The Dark Doctor

by Noir, Stella

  After wallowing in bed on my side for a sufficient amount of time, I rolled over to face the other side and let my eyes wander around the room, then gasped at what I saw on the bedside table. I had been so preoccupied with the water and tissues on the other side of the bed that I hadn’t noticed anything over there since I’d woken up. I reached out and picked up a paperback book that I had written under a pen name a couple of years ago. As I stared at the book that I now held in my shaking hand my mind raced.

  I had never told Jake that name. I had never even told Jake that I wrote romance novels. How did he know? How the hell could he have found that out?

  As I leafed through the book I heard the lock on the door turn and Jake and the nurse walked in. I hadn’t even thought about it until now, but of course, he had locked me in.

  “I see you found the reading material I left for you. Did you enjoy it?” he asked with that horribly cold, hollow smile of his. I didn’t know if I wanted to confront him about it or not. I felt like he had too much ammunition against me already, and it looked like he knew a hell of a lot more about me than I realized. I also thought it was odd that he happened to come in the room right when I found the book. And the more I thought about it as I looked into his cold, unsmiling eyes, the more I realized that he had had probably been watching me on a surveillance camera this whole time.

  “We have some more tests that we need to run so I’m going to need you to remove your gown now, Abby.”

  He and the nurse were now on either side of the bed and I wasn’t sure what to do. I still hadn’t had a chance to plan out my escape or figure out how I was going to reason my way out of this place. I had spent most of the day drugged and had spent the last couple of precious hours I had to myself weeping my eyes out over this psycho, which I’m pretty sure he watched with that creepy smile plastered on his face.

  “Look, I don’t even know what kind of doctor you are. I would really rather have my own physician run any necessary tests if you don’t mind.”

  “According to my records, you don’t have a primary care physician, Abby. This is for your own good. We don’t want you coming down with anything serious if it’s within our power to stop it with some simple tests. Do we?”

  He was talking to me like I was a child and it infuriated me.

  “I told you I don’t want…”

  “Nurse.”

  With that, Jake and the nurse grabbed both of my arms and put my wrists in restraints that were attached to the frame of the bed. I writhed around and kicked as hard as I could but started to feel the strength drain out of my muscles a few seconds after I felt a sharp pain in my arm. He had given me another sedative, but with this one, I didn’t fall asleep. I could barely lift my head or move my arms or legs that were all in cuffs now, but I was still awake and could hear and see everything Jake was doing. He told the nurse to leave, then he turned to the bed and pulled a large black butt plug out of the pocket of his white coat.

  “Wait, what are you doing…” My words sounded slurred and almost inaudible to me as I made a feeble attempt at having a discussion with Dr. Maniac.

  “I’m going to need you to stop talking and listen to me, Abby.” He unbuckled the cuff on one of my ankles and pushed my hip away from him so that I was twisted at my waist and my ass was facing him. I felt him spread my cheeks apart then push my hips toward the mattress so that I was twisted, and exposed to him, even more. Even through the sedative he had given me I was aware that this was a bad situation, but it was more like a thought that I was observing. I knew I should be terrified but all I could muster while his fingers were invading my asshole and pussy was curiosity as if I were hearing a story rather than actually feeling someone’s fingers inside me. He started talking again and as he did I heard the sounds of a bottle cap opening and something squeezing out.

  “I’m going to insert this butt plug inside you right now, and if you’re a good girl I’ll be back in the morning to take it out.”

  I gasped as a cold, hard object touched the sensitive skin between my butt cheeks, then struggled and pulled against my restraints as he slid it all the way in. I had never had anything like this inside me before and even though the drug made me feel somewhat detached, it took a couple minutes for me to adjust to the pain and the feeling of incredible fullness back there. I didn’t even know if it was pain I was feeling at this point or just total humiliation and defeat. Jake had clearly won. I was drugged and restrained and he was invading my body at his whim now.

  The worst part of it, though, the part that was hard for me to even admit to myself, was that I wanted it. It was definitely a physical thing since I could feel my body was responding to him, I was getting more and more wet as I struggled and tried to imagine what he was doing to me. But I also just wanted him. After all that he’d done to me, after everything that had happened since I’d been here, I realized I was still in love with him, and I wanted to feel him touch me. And that made me feel like the worst person in the world. Tears started rolling down my face again as the realization swept over me of just how trapped I was. I was not only trapped in this dark hospital, and tied down in this bed, but I was also trapped by my own feelings for this lunatic.

  After he was done examining me from behind, I felt him grab my leg and move me so that I was laying on my back again, then cuff my ankle back up and cover my legs with the sheet and blanket. He walked across the room and unlocked a drawer that was in a cabinet up against the wall near the bathroom door and when he came back to the bed I saw that he was holding a large pair of scissors.

  “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he said as he cut up the side of the hospital gown I had turned into a robe. He carefully cut down the arm and across the shoulder of the light blue fabric, then walked around the bed and cut the shoulder on the other side. When he was done he pulled on the gown and like a magic trick it slid out from underneath me. I was left virtually naked in the extremely thin, see-through fabric of my baby doll nightgown and the chill in the air caused my nipples to harden immediately. I looked up at him and watched his pupils dilate as he scanned my almost naked body.

  I felt him pull down the part of the nightgown that covered my breasts so that they were completely bared to him, then winced as he pinched both nipples. I didn’t understand how I could be feeling the sensations of pain he was inflicting on my body, but at the same time was totally unable to movie a muscle. It was terrifying. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them firmly as he pinched and twisted the nipples again until I cried out. As he tortured me his face formed that creepy half-smile again, but now that the look in his eyes had changed he almost looked deranged. I had never seen him like this before and I kept vacillating back and forth between being turned on and utterly terrified. I felt like I was losing my mind. He released my breasts and they fell back down towards my armpits, but the nipples were still incredibly stiff and sore. After several minutes he moved his eyes away from my body and turned to walk around the room, addressing me in that cold, professional tone.

  “Over the next few months, I will be conducting a number of tests like this one, Abby. What I will be testing is your willingness to comply, as well as your ability to submit to me and to be controlled by me…”

  As he continued to walk around the bed and talk into the air, I stared at the ceiling and felt the blood drain away from my head and every limb on my body. The realization was slowly solidifying in my brain that he really truly intended to keep me here…as his sex slave…forever. I could only compute bits and pieces of what he was saying to me as I started going into shock.

  “…tests that I have devised myself to determine how best to discipline you and help you submit to me fully…”

  His voice started to go in and out like a radio that wasn’t tuned properly. I didn’t know if I was hyperventilating or if I had stopped breathing, but I felt like I was on the brink of passing out and, between the effects of the drug he had given me and the feeling of terror over the news I was receiving, I h
ad the sensation that my head was being pushed underwater over and over again.

  “…I am well aware of your desire to submit, and I intend to explore your limits and push you beyond them…”

  I tried to move but my body wasn’t responding. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this to me but my lips wouldn’t even open. I felt like all of my senses and bodily functions were betraying me now, that he had control of them. I felt tears roll down my cheeks and into my ears but there was nothing I could do to relieve the tickling sensation they caused. I was his captive now, and he would do whatever he wanted to me from now on.

  “…from this point onward your will is no longer your own. You belong to me.”

  With those last words, he stood at the head of the bed and hovered over me. I looked up at him, hoping that somehow he would suddenly turn back into the old Jake I knew, smile his warm smile and untie me, but even through the blurriness of my tear-filled eyes I could see the cold look on his face. He stuck his hand between my legs and pushed his middle finger up inside me and his smile turned into laughter as he felt how wet I was. He pulled his finger out and shoved it into my mouth, then pushed my head into the pillow with his hand and almost gagged me before pulling it back out.

  “You can’t fool me, Abby. I know everything about you. Everything.”

  He threw the covers over my body then turned the lights out as he left the room, leaving me alone in the dark.

  Chapter 6

  Abby

  I woke up with sunlight streaming in through those damned blinds again. I didn’t seem to wake up as late as I had on the previous mornings…or afternoons, but maybe the sedative I had been given last night wasn’t as strong as it had been on the previous nights, or was a completely different drug altogether. I squirmed around uncomfortably in bed, slowly coming to the realization that I couldn’t move my arms and legs and I really had to use the bathroom. I felt the strange sensation in my ass and remembered the butt plug that Jake had put inside me last night as a test.

  What the hell kinda test is this? To see how far he can push me before I hate his goddamned guts?

  I was really dreading seeing him this morning. I felt incredibly humiliated about what had happened last night, about what he had done to me, but especially about the emotions I had experienced. I was terrified of what he was doing to me, but I also felt like I was getting weaker somehow, and that I was having a hard time convincing myself that I should hate him. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to care about him or to be turned on by the things he was doing to me. There was a part of me that was enraged that he was holding me against my will, but there was another part of me that remembered what he was like before, what we were like. I hated myself for it but I really wanted it all back, even though I was the one that threw it all away. I knew it was ridiculous, that his mental state had nothing to do with me, but I kept thinking that maybe if I hadn’t left him he wouldn’t have gone off the deep end.

  Maybe this is my punishment for being such an idiot, I thought as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.

  The lock in the door clicked, then opened, and that horrible nurse walked in. Watching her approach me with that ugly smirk on her creepy old face gave me plenty of reason to hate her. She had been in on this all along, and I wondered as I watched her undo my cuffs where the hell Jake found someone like her to help him with his messed-up plans.

  She didn’t even say a word to me as she pulled me out of bed and pushed me towards the bathroom.

  I guess now that I know what’s going on I’m just a piece of meat to throw around, I thought as I looked around for something to use to smash her face in.

  I went through the bathroom door and turned to close it but the nurse put her foot in the way.

  “I’d like to use the bathroom alone, please,” I said as I tried to force the door to shut on her foot. She pushed it open with very little effort and walked in, smiling and carrying a metal bowl in one hand and backing me up against the sink.

  “Turn around and bend over and keep your hands on the sink,” she said in that same flat voice that she used the other night at the nurse’s station. I did what she said, even though I wanted to kick her right in the stomach, mainly because I really had to go to the bathroom. I felt her cold hands grab my hips and with one fast tug she pulled the plug right out of my ass, which was even more humiliating than when Jake had put it in. I heard her drop it into the metal bowl and close the door as she left the bathroom and I immediately ran to the toilet. As I sat there, I thought about all the ways I was eventually going to wipe that horrible smile off her ugly face.

  I realized that in the previous days of my drugged out haze it hadn’t occurred to me to take a shower, so I got in and let the hot water soak into my bones. I thought about Jake and how I was going to get out of there, then emerged almost a half hour later feeling a little bit better. I decided I would try to talk to him again, to see if there was any way I could reason with him. And I decided that the next time I saw that nurse I was going to smash one of the bedside tables over her head.

  Jake was leaning up against the wall next to the door when I came out of the bathroom. I wondered how long he had been there, but figured he had probably been watching everything I’d done from the minute I woke up this morning. For a moment I thought I saw the old Jake’s eyes, the way he used to look at me across the room and tell me what to do without opening his mouth. That look used to take my breath away and for a split second I could have sworn it was there. I wanted so badly for things to go back to the way they were before I left and ruined everything, and a little part of me melted inside as I watched him stare at me.

  “Stand facing the bed, Abby,” he said as he gestured with a flick of his wrist at the side of the bed that was closest to me. I felt his hard stare follow me as I walked over to the bed and stood there, waiting for what was coming next.

  “Bend over and spread your feet apart.”

  I bent down so that my hands were touching the bed and I spread my feet apart. I heard him walk up behind me and felt the immense sting of what sounded and felt like a wooden paddle striking my butt cheek. Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back towards him and talked into my ear through gritted teeth.

  “I want you to bend down so that your are laying on the bed with your ass in the air and I want your feet spread as far apart as they will go. Now.”

  He threw my head down onto the bed and I did exactly as he said. I didn’t understand it but I felt a strong desire to please him and to do whatever he asked of me, but at the same time, this was nothing like he had ever done before. I wasn’t used to being hit by him and when he would talk into my ear it had always been in a voice that made me want to do whatever he asked. But the way he was talking to me now made it sound like he almost despised me.

  I felt his hands on my ass, caressing the spot where he had hit it with the paddle. It stung but it also felt good to have him touching it in such a gentle way, but that only lasted a moment. He pulled me apart and poked around inside me for a minute or two like he was giving me another examination, and I flinched as I felt a cold stream of liquid fall where his fingers had just been. Then he did something to me that he knew I had never done before. My eyes grew wide as I felt him push his thick cock into my asshole, and he did it all in one thrust. I screamed into the pile of blankets that my face was buried in as I felt his head push past my tight muscles and his entire length slam into me all the way to the hilt. The bed was shaking as he ripped into me, pounding away inside my ass like he was trying to break through it into another dimension. I felt his feet kick mine even further apart so that they weren’t touching the floor and I had no leverage. I was being pounded into the bed, my legs curling up behind me and my fingers gripping the bedding as I listened to the erratic breathing and deep moans that came with each thrust.

  Suddenly he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair again. This time, he pulled it and one of my legs to the side and flipped me over on t
he bed so that I was facing him. He pulled my body closer to the edge of the bed, then pushed my thighs back so that they were on either side of my chest and crammed his cock back into my asshole. I yelled and tried to arch my back and squirm away, but he held me in place and looked into my eyes like he was about to eat me alive.

  “Make yourself come,” he ordered as he continued to slam into me, his eyes wild and his hair dripping with sweat.

  I reached my hand down through the space between my leg and my stomach and ran it over my clit. I was incredibly wet and he watched me as I spread my slippery juices all over my clit and lips. As I went back and forth between swirling my finger around my wet clit and thrusting it deep into my vagina, I watched him and he seemed hypnotized by my movements. His eyes were glued to where my hand was circling my clit, and as he gripped my thighs harder and sped up his thrusting, I realized he was about to come. The thought of him orgasming inside me put me over the edge and I felt waves of pleasure start to pulsate inside me. The warm, tingly sensation spread from my pelvic area and washed out over my stomach, then my body went into shivering convulsions. I lost all control and yelled out Jake’s name over and over as I gripped the rock hard arms that still held my thighs down. The ring of muscles that hugged Jake’s cock was convulsing along with the rest of me and as the waves subsided, I watched his eyes close and noticed a change in his face as all traces of tension disappeared. He collapsed on top of me and ran his hand up over one of my breasts, then gently across my shoulder and neck while he caught his breath. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and run my fingers through his hair but hated myself at the same time for having those feelings. After a few moments he recovered his breath, then got up and looked down at me with those cold eyes I was getting so used to.