Onen of the best foot torture story ever

I found and read this story long time, over 10 years ago, downloaded in from bastinado egroups (yahoo groups now). Even then it was possible to track down the author, who happens to be the person with whom my interests and fantasies are perfectly matching. I wish I could contact her, but seems she left the internet 15-20 years ago... Forever craving from me, the person who wrote this is my dream lover.

The story isn't too long and may not professional, but overall the sexiest, most cruel, most exciting tale of extreme torture ever written about a pair of sexy feet and ten toes.

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Punished_Toes, foot discipline story (M/f or F/f).

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This story involve Foot discipline, in one way or the other.
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   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.....