The Other Side of the Nightmare

"Ouch!" said Alicia. "Be careful." "I will," said Alyssa as she tied Alicia's wrists to the brass spokes on the headboard behind her head. Both of them were totally naked, Alyssa's long blond curls hanging sexily in front of her. "Miss Anxious feeling ok so far?" Alicia nodded. "Wouldn't want her to panic now." There was something about the way the good doctor said that that sent waves of uncertainty throughout Alicia. Did she really mean what she said? She said she'd stop and untie her if she wanted to stop for any reason, but Alicia wasn't so sure if it would be that easy to get her to stop. She hoped she wouldn't have to find out. "I chose this particular headboard just for this reason," said Alyssa. Once her wrists were secured to the headboard, she rose from the bed and walked over to her dresser. Alicia watched as she pulled a small container out of her purse and swallowed a couple of pills that were inside it. Then she opened a bottle of wine and began drinking heavily straight from the bottle. WTF? Alyssa put the bottle down, approached the bed, and then straddled her. "What were those pills you took?" asked Alicia, doubting they were painkillers for a headache or something. Alyssa didn't answer. Instead, she leaned her face in towards Alicia's and said, "What if I told you I'd done this before?" "Uh… really?" Again, Alyssa didn't answer. "You know the best thing about being a doctor?" "What's that?" "Control." Alicia didn't say anything. She simply gazed into the glassy eyes of her former doctor-turned-lover, trying to figure out if this was just an act that was part of the "game," or if she'd been rescued by the wrong person and she just hadn't known it until now. Finally, she said, "What is the lovely doctor going to do?" Alyssa leaned in toward her again. "You'll soon find out, my pretty." She kissed her slowly on the lips for a moment or two, and then her tongue trailed down her chest, stopping to circle around each nipple, and then down to her most sensitive area, which was now growing with need. Without realizing she was doing so, Alicia spread her legs longingly. Alyssa dove in and licked and sucked at her until she shuddered with ecstasy. "Feel more relaxed now?" she asked when she was done. "Mmm…," Alicia moaned with a satisfied smile as Alyssa rose through the dimly lit room to take another long pull from the wine bottle. "What's with the drinking tonight, anyway?" "Oh, just something I like to do every now and then," Alyssa said as she opened a dresser drawer and reached in to pull out a long black leather whip. The first tendrils of genuine alarm seeped through Alicia. "Oh, no, you don't." "Oh, yes, I do," said Alyssa with a grin that seemed more malicious than playful. "No, Alyssa. I'm serious." "Well, so am I." "I know you said I could trust you, but I don't want—" Alicia was struck hard. Unbelievably hard. Then she was struck again, even harder. She screamed in pain as it seared and burned her arms, abdomen, and legs. No doctor in their right mind would do this. No doctor. "Kinda makes you wish you really had killed yourself after all, huh, Alicia?" the doctor said with maniacal laughter she'd never heard from her before. Alicia kept screaming and demanding that Alyssa stop before she either passed out from pain, bled to death, or something vital was injured. But the twisted doctor kept lashing and lashing at her. Without thinking, Alicia reached for a glass of ice water she'd placed by the bed not too long ago. The ice had melted but there was still plenty of water in it. She quickly flung it at the sick piece of shit she so stupidly put her trust into. She had expected to miss, even though her natural instincts for self-preservation had kicked in and she would try anything to save herself. She didn't miss, though. She hit the doctor smack dab on the side of the head and watched as the tall blond staggered a step or two and then collapsed, hitting her head even harder on the dresser behind her. Relief flooded through Alicia… …Until she realized she had another problem. How the hell would she escape the leather straps that bound her wrists so she could go get help? What if Alyssa hadn't merely passed out? What if she were dead? Alicia began to scream and scream and scream like never before in her life.