Heroin. I feel myself drifting in and out of reality. Must have been a good dose this time. I don't quite feel my body, it has been hijacked by the mistress. In with the good air, out with the bad air. I don't even have to remember to breathe. Now I feel a stinging sensation across my back, like a short shock of electricity. It jolts me back to the present but I still have the heroin fog that clouds my mind. I'm standing upright now, still immobile. I think I am secured to some kind of frame, maybe one of those frames for the paralyzed. I'm more aware of my body now and I see the mistress in front of me. I'm naked and freezing, pain is integrating its way into my body and mind. I hope they kill me this time and save me the agony of more sex and torture. Somehow I think that will not happen since they want my seed to sell.
"There you are my dear Sherlock. Ready for more? We need to wake you up some more so the pleasure will be more intense." She nodded to someone behind me and I feel the sharp sting of a whip, leather braided across my back. Memories of being holed up and tortured before enter my mind and I shake them off, trying to focus on the present. Where are you John? I need you now.
The mistress is sliding long, thin needles under the skin on my chest. "I see you like to be whipped, you have some scars on your back. My friend Dr. Pain likes it too." Another searing blow to my back. I'm fully awake now and shivering. "Come here Dr. Pain, he needs his shock treatment."
Dr. Pain appears in front of me dressed in green surgical scrubs, mask and hat. He has a couple of clips attached to wires that he is fixing to the wires. They are planning to shock me. I try to move but I'm too weak to fight. The mistress is in front of me now, rubbing my bloated stomach again then her own fake. I'm locked inside myself as she places some lubricant onto my penis. "I'm going to try my own little equipment." She slides something cold over my penis. "This is my milking machine. If you don't give me what I want, you get what Dr. Pain wants which is pain. Now, relax and concentrate on filling up my little vial with your wonderful sperm."
Minutes seem like hours to me as I try not to focus too much on what is happening to me. I feel a jolt of electricity and I feel my heart quiver with the shock. If I could have thrown up I would have at that moment. The mistress screamed at me. "Focus Mr. Holmes! It's best if you give to me naturally. I don't want to harvest your sperm artificially. Don't make me suction you dry." The heart monitor is alarming but Dr. Pain silences it. My heart is racing and I can feel it in my throat.
I close my eyes to shut out the sight of the mistress. The sight of her is making me quite ill, plus my heart is skipping beats. They have knocked my heart out of rhythm. I can't gain control of it and her milking machine is making its presence known. I have broken out in a cold sweat and my chills are more intense, almost feverish. I try to control my breath like so many times but the ventilator takes over and forces me to take in oxygen. I'm climaxing and the mistress is watching the collection container that is attached to the machine as it collects my fluids. My heart is still racing and I feel my vision blur around the edges. I'm going to pass out. Dr. Pain punches me in the left side where I already have damage. The pain is excruciating and I know he has just punctured my lung with the broken rib. I barely hear the mistress and Dr. as they are yelling at each other when I finally black out.