This is a start of a new story series maybe. Right now it’s a framework outline. It needs to be lengthened and expanded. More scenes and more some actual interaction.
My partner suggested the idea. It’s very, very dark.
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My name is Doctor Franklin. I am sexually and criminally insane. Not that anyone with authority has ever figured that out. The one person who did figure it out became my greatest creation.
Lyra is the head nurse of the hospital. I’m one of the staff doctors. She is my wife. I love my wife. We met when I was first hired.
At the time, she truly cared for the patients of the hospital. Working to help them recover emotionally, physically, and near lovingly cared for even the worst of them. Those who would spit on her, bite her, etc. She learned how to handle them and calm them down and convince them to allow her to help them.
When I was hired I couldn’t help but notice Lyra immediately. She is one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. 5’10” tall, long light brown hair normally kept in a bun at work. But what really drew me were be pale blue eyes.
I immediately wanted to fuck her hard, but what most turned me on was the idea of corrupting her mind, soul and body and replacing her bright vivid kindness with a dark lust filled sexual energy that could only be adequately filled by my evil cock. And maybe not even then.
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You accepted a dinner invitation from me. We mostly talked shop that first night. I told you about my slightly unorthodox *treatment methods*. Methods that I claim in psychological and medical wording could very possibly frighten patients sane. Of course, even at the time I knew this was bullshit…. I was very much using medicine and psychology to further my own sick, twisted evil fetishes. Using them to force my will upon patients and make them my personal sex toys.
No, toys is not the right word. Slaves is the correct word. I require sex slaves.
When I abuse my methods properly, I can easily turn a person into a little mind controlled sex toy that loves their doctor and obeys my every command.
But what I wanted from you Lyra was not a slave. Not just a three-hole cum-slut who obeys my every command. You were too beautiful and far too intelligent for that.
Instead I wanted a partner who enjoyed my fetish to sexually dominate and control as many people as possible. Somebody who would be able to recommend ways we could be more evil and more sexually dominant in a glorious dark deep passionate partnership. I would turn you from the light of a sunny princess into a dark Demon Bitch Goddess who is feared in All the Hells.
Toward that end, as we continued to date, I convinced you to try a little bondage and light BDSM. You were very unsure and didn’t really like the idea, but by then you trusted me. We went over limits and safe words. I promised I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. And then once I had your hands properly tied, I leaned in and kissed you. Told you how incredible and beautiful you were then. Next I apologized for what I was about to do. I didn’t wait for your response. I just then immediately blew by all the limits we had discussion while I shoved the ball gag into your pretty mouth.
You struggled, but there was no escape from what I was to do. I stripped your body naked. I used fear, pain and pleasure to condition her to become evil. I told you what I was doing every step along the way. That I wanted you to embrace and desire to be broken and evil like me.
This took time. I remember making the phone call and leaving the voice mail. I told the hospital that you had told me that you were taking a week off work to go help your mother with some family issue. Nobody disbelieved me. I was then your kind boyfriend. And you going home to help your mother was very much then in your personality make up. So, of course, everyone believed my story.
All except you. I made sure you could hear me leave the voice mail. You knew that you had months of vacation time banked. You cared about the patients so much you rarely took vacation time.
That was when you figured out you were going to be my private little prisoner for some time. That I wasn’t just going to rape you. I told you I wanted you to become my lover and partner. You told me that you could never love me. I pointed out that that just a few hours before you seemed like you could. You told me that love was based upon a lie.
No, not lies I corrected you. They are instead my Tools of your eventual corruption.
And thus I began to edge you. I brought you to the point of orgasm. And then denied you the release. Once or twice, and you were panting as sweet sweat dripped from your wonderfully sensitive body.
I used lots of wonderful toys on your during your conversion. Anal plugs, handcuffs, rope, nipple clamps, pussy binders, whips, chains, paddles and canes for spanking your amazing ass. Your tight red leather collar! But the most diabolical of them all is “the edging machine”. It is basically a sybian that was connected to medical equipment that monitors when you are close to orgasm and then shuts down and denies you said orgasm. But while it’s active, it would play recordings I made for you to listen too. Recordings that told you that you were a slut, a cunt, a whore. My evil partner in crime. That you were excited by what I was doing to you. That you wanted to do this same procedure and other evil things to other people.
This machine allowed me to be at the hospital for my normal duties. I was still able to duck out a little early, after all… I would just explain that Lyra was gone and I needed to do some chores around the house. So I was able to come home early and check in on you. Make sure you didn’t dehydrate. Clean you up some. Little gentle kindnesses that were part of the original reasons you were first attracted to me. I showed you that even though I was evil and wanted to change you, that I still cared for you in my own sick, twisted, perverted ways.
Sometimes you would even try to kiss me during these interactions. The first time I let you kiss me. I truly enjoyed that kiss…. It was wonderful and passion filled. I really felt my evil corrupt love for you in that kiss. And I knew my evil procedures to you were having the correct effects.
But then I figured out that allowing you to kiss me was a mistake. Yes, It was enjoyable for me, but it allowed you hope. It would maybe allow you to think that resistance was possible. So after the one kiss i instead started to pinch your sensitive nipples whenever you tried to kiss me. The pinches escalated to twisting and turning. Soon I was slapping your breasts. And you would cry the entire time I would clean you.
For the first several days you insisted you would never be converted. But on the fourth day you claimed that you were converted. That you loved me and wanted to marry me and become my evil partner. I knew this was a ruse. You were way too intelligent to be broken this quickly. And more so, I knew that you knew I wasn’t going to believe your lie. But I allowed you a faint hope that I had fallen for it. I told you i needed the special vibrator to bring you to your first evil orgasm. You begged me to go get it. I left you alone in the basement medical dungeon for an hour.
You knew after a few minutes that I had seen through your lie. I came back down into my medical dungeon and looked at your and told you that were was too smart to expect me to fall for that. You softly cried and told me you were desperate. “Please just release me. We can go back to being regular lovers. I mean it. I really mean it. I want to love how you…. were.”
I held your head and looked into your eyes. I wiped away your tears. I wanted to kiss you but knew that was counterproductive to my ultimate goal. Instead I pointed out that you had been alone for over an hour. That none of my equipment had been running for over an hour. That I hadn’t do anything in an hour. You agreed that for the previous hour I had not done anything to you other than hold your prisoner. “So”, I said as I shoved two fingers up your cunt “Why are you wetter than a river?”.
That is, I am now 100% positive, upon reflection, that is when I actually converted you. Oh, the process was not yet fully complete. We both knew that…. but we were past the point of no return you. You had gone from resisting me and instead were now an active participant in your own sexual conversion and corruption.
We went over my notes on how I thought the process would be completed. And you told me that I was being over optimistic. You pointed out errors I had made. That the process wouldn’t just take two or three more days to complete,but at least another week, maybe a long as ten days.
I then thought maybe you had actually defeated me. But then you told me “tomorrow, when you go to work… tell the office manager that I am very sorry, but that I will need to use another weeks worth of vacation time, as my mother required more help than i originally expected. Be sure to tell them I am very sorry that I need the time off”.
And then you looked at me, and told me “Now, go get some dinner for yourself. And maybe you need to jack off. Release some of the tension for yourself that seeing me like this must be creating in you. No, you can’t do that here. I can’t see that right now. It would allow those parts of my mind now yet altered to help in any continued resistance. Then come back and deny me more orgasms. God, I love you!”.
It was amazing. You were now helping in your own evil, glorious corruption. And you were somehow even more diabolical toward yourself than I could myself manage.
Nine days later you finally talked me through your begging for orgasm. I was watching you both resist and want sexual corruption. In some weird way may it more more intense for me. I was not just corrupting you. I had literally turned you into a more perfect instrument of your own evil conversion. You were better than me at torturing yourself.
As the orgasm ripped through you…. it was the most beautiful thing I ever had seen. You had me record it in HD. You love to watch it now. But what you truly most love is to show it to those we’re torturing. To show them that no hope exists. For you are the most beautiful and most evil all of the Demon Bitch Goddesses from all the Hells! My partner in lovely, sexy evil!
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