## Amy's Filling Story (MMF/F)

Post by KingMush » Tue May 31, 2016 12:28 pm

Hello everyone! Now as some of you know I have a filling on my front tooth, but why? Well, here we'll discuss this. It's quite traumatic, to say, and caused me great pain. It's hard to forget when I remember it 3 times a day when I brush my teeth. Nevertheless, the story needs to be heard or I'd be questioned, perhaps. For thus, Amy shall rise again, just like it happened, oh boy don't you want this to happen to ya, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be a past president of the sane-being club, ha ha (portal 2 crappy reference).
So it all started when I was just walking home from a group meeting at the local library. It was quite sunny outside, but it was getting late. Mid-summer, who cares. About 5PM, it was, on a Saturday, the start of a long, 3-day week-end (I had the Monday off). To my way home, there was a shortcut that, unfortunately, was quite a dark alley which made me paranoid, but nothing bad ever happened there, so who cares, right? Yeah, who cares. So naive of me.
So I took it. I simply, just took it, never knowing of the consequences. I started walking, peacefully, the sun being blocked by the big houses, with a small, empty football field far behind me. It wasn't that long. Just a few meters. That is, until two of my friends just appeared out of nowhere in front of me. How nice of them! It was quite nice to see Emily and Josh, my two best friends from school. They asked how I was. I said I was quite fine, thanked them, and I asked if they wanted to hang out with me.
They agreed. Emily wanted me to come to her house, as her parents were on a trip anyway for the week, so I agreed. My parents were not expecting me, anyway. They knew I was always late. After going to a few shops, having a KFC and whatnot, we headed to Emily's house. It was quite large, just outside of town, which was not far from where I lived. It was on top of a small hill, with bright corn fields on its left side and beautiful, rich houses on the right. It seemed nothing could go wrong. It seemed.
She unlocked the front door and we explored her vast, 2-stage house with a big living room, a few rooms upstairs, two bright bathrooms and separate toilets, urinals, huge and clean kitchen, game consoles, etc etc. It was quite a bright house, one like your rich grandparents, if you were lucky to have those. I still have mine. They're really nice and caring. TO THE POINT. The staircase was beautiful, and we went upstairs casually but with excitement, and played a few games on her old SNES console. Yes, an old console indeed. However, the games were so exciting and it was refreshing to see other games other than Destiny, World of Warcraft, Black Ops III, CS:Go, etc etc.
We had lots of fun together. Nothing. I repeat, nothing could possibly go wrong as it was such a bright and.. colourful place. About 2 hours later, we went downstairs and Emily offered us a small snack. We sat down at the kitchen table and drank some tea and ate some dark chocolate cake with bright icing that was melting off as we ate. It was really good. Some of the finest and freshest cakes from her dad, who was a known baker around the area.
Josh didn't eat much. He said he wasn't very hungry, but with encouragement, we managed to make him finish his cake, though he left half of his tea out. Emily ate with hunger and enthusiasm. She was like a little pig, eating everything and having a huge beard of icing afterwards, half of which was brushed off by the tea she drank. Her kitchen was full of accessories. The sun lit the room brightly and we obviously had our taste of vitamin D.
Shortly after, when we were watching a new episode of Drake and Josh on the 4K, 3D television, I felt quite sleepy and went upstairs for a nap. Emily did not mind at all and they just kept watching TV. We had loads of time on our hands. There was no rush at all. About three to four hours later, I woke up, judging by my clock on my left side. I quickly woke up with shock, though still rather sleepy. How did I fall asleep so fast, and for so long? Nevertheless, it was more than time for me to go home. I got up to the door, only to find out.. what? It was locked! The lock must've been jammed from outside, or something. But why? Surely it was a cruel prank.
I hope it'd have been just that. Oh, do I wish. I yelled for them to come, they did not come. I was starting to get worried. Was I stuck here while they were possibly out? The sun was already sleeping, and the moon was the main source of light beyond this place. Just then, the lights turned off! In an instant, just like that! How peculiar. This felt like a horror movie, well, that's kind of what it was, actually. Except this time it was real. Oh yes, it was real. So, so real.
I knocked hard on the door and eventually it opened. They seemed to have locked me in but the lock managed to slip out. A new lock, I believe, so it was quite loose at the time. The house was quite dark, and I did not see exactly where I was going. I managed to, with a few unfortunate but saved slips, get downstairs. It was quite as bad downstairs, as more windows were available. I heard noise. What was that??! I flipped behind me and heard running noises. What, was this part of their cruel, stupid prank?
I started rambling on about how it was not funny, but with, of course, no answer. Hopefully nothing happened to them, I thought. I was really starting to get worried. Could I be in a possible danger? Well, I was. Of course I was. I didn't do anything to deserve this? Or did I.. MPHH! As I struggled in fear, some gloved hand was forced on my mouth and pinched my nose, rendering me speechless and mute. Another dark figure in a masked face grabbed my legs and opened a door, seemingly leading to the basement, and lead me down.
A small light was in the centre of the room. What I saw horrified me and made me muffle in terror. It was some sort of dentist-looking chair, or an operation table, with instruments on the side and.. a bottle of mango juice? Extra sugar? What? There was also some dentistry straws, whatever those are called. The operation chair was bright blue, lit by some bright light on top of it, creating some sort of opera-like scene. It was like an interrogation room. All of it was surrounded by complete darkness and, what I suppose would be concrete walls.
The door was locked tight and with my endless, useless struggles, I was forced onto the operation table, fierce leather, black restraints were first put on the wrists and then my ankles, then the table was lowered and more straps were put on my waist and legs to stop me completely. Finally, a tight restraint was put on my neck, just loose enough to not cut blood flow. I was helpless and immobile. No one could rescue me but my captors.
Just as I thought this couldn't get much worse, they grabbed some sort of a ball gag and forced it down my mouth and buckled it tight behind my head. I was now mute and tied down to an operation table. Great, now they blindfolded me with my small scarf. Fantastic. They turned off the light and I heard them leave the room after that. They said, before leaving, that they'll come back. Oh fantastic. What will possibly happen? I was so scared and shaking. I wished I was back home and that I'd never stopped for the shortcut.
A few hours later, I woke up, and the light was turned back on, this time more brightly. My blindfold was removed and I could see my two captors. Emily and Josh. They had facemasks ready. 'Hey, Amy. It's Emily, and we know you've been spreading rumours about me to Jordan, so you'll have to pay. I loved him, you can't just ruin things like that. Did you tell him? Did you? Right, I'll take out that, but you must promise not to scream or anything like that.' I nodded in agreement, and she untied my gag. I catched my breath deeply in shock, and after re-gaining confidence, I started to speak and admit.
'Yes, Emily. I did it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to be that way, I mean.. I didn't think, you know? I know how much you loved Jordan. I'm so, very sorry. I'll never do that again. Please.. just let me go.'
'Alright, well, at least your honest.. otherwise your punishment would've been alot worse. Still, you have to be punished, just like any other law-breaker. We don't tolerate that around here, so why should we tolerate your behavior? No one can hear you here, but your mouth will need to be open.'
'I.. I won't talk. Promise.'
'Oh no no no, we need your mouth open, you'll see. Alright, pass it on.'
They put their face-masks on and Josh got something out of his small bag. It was a spider gag, kind of like a ring gag but with grapples to hold on to the cheeks so it hold better, a bit like at the oral surgeries. She told me to open my mouth wide, I initially refused. She ten pinched my nose and within ten seconds, I opened my mouth wide in fear of choking, and as a natural defence mechanism. She spider gag was fiercely forced deep into my lips and I was now completely helpless. I was getting more and more scared and just wished it'd be over before it even started.
'Now, Amy,' she started 'We know how much you hate going to the dentists, and they always have to strap you down there, don't they? That's a nice little reminder. Anyways, what we're gonna do is field enough fat and calories into your front, left tooth in order to create a cavity, and then send you to the dentist, don't worry, we'll pay and arrange the appointment for as soon as possible.' I started to breathe heavily and struggle more and more. 'This is going to be quite a painful process. You deserve it, understand? Okay, ready?' I pleaded for help but it was hopeless and I was crying mindlessly. 'Alright, begin.'
A scientific straw enveloped the bottom of my front tooth, which seemed to first put air into it. 'This will expand it and allow for more oxygen to arrive, decreasing the long-term damage. That's for not lying to us, okay? A nice little treat. You should be grateful.' You can say I was. Imagine this but two times worse. My man, my man indeed. So after about two minutes of that, the 'proper surgery' as they called it, could 'finally' begin. Oh dear oh dear. The concept of the worst hadn't even started.
Okay, so after this, they started to pour.. wh.. what.. That mango juice, at least half of it down that straw pipe, like it was force feeding to my tooth. Then I figured it out. Oh, that was going to hurt, and it did, oh believe me it did (another portal 2 reference, crappier even). The cold juice skyrocketed against my vulnerable tooth, and the torture started. Every mil-second felt like an day, every second felt like a year and every minute felt like a century.
I was fiercely struggling against my bonds with no hope, at all. My best friends could do this to me. After this, I would get revenge. One day I would. If they would not kill me, which was a strong possibility at the time. I mean, I could snitch them out, but who's to say they wouldn't do something even worse to me at this point? I didn't know they were like that. My parents must have been worried sick. Hopefully they were searching for me, but knowing them probably not. They probably thought I was at a party again, with my best 'friends'.
I was crying and crying. When was this ever going to end, they were staring at me, with lifeless expressions. This went on and on, until it stopped flooding, and they shut the machine down. Finally. At last. My tooth was hurting so much, everything hurt. This was much worse than death. Please, lord, let I be dead. Let them kill me for the sake of not having pain. Hell. Hell would've been mercy against this. I want to go to hell. Please, let me into the gates of hell!
After a few seconds of exchanged eye contacts, I was still crying quietly and I was not even trying to struggle anymore. It was man against devils.. worse than devils, non-humans, devils would consider them criminals of war. They undid my gag and I let out relief. I begged and begged them to let me go, and shouting and crying until the last bit of oxygen was out. I thought the worst had gone, but then they took a big, large, huge green-liquefied needle, and tapped against it lightly. With struggles and pleadings as I thought they would kill me, they relaxed me and told me all would be over, which would be preferable to the pain I had.
After inserting the painless needle in, I felt relief. Dreams, great dreams I had. Adventures in the jungle, fighting skeletons, giant monsters in a temple, a rich mansion, a tropical heaven in the lands of Africa, travel, new friends, and one big nightmare. The darkness enveloped me, and a few centuries, or what it felt like in that dimension, I woke up. Full of energy, I woke up. Wait, what?
Was this all a dream? Oh, thank god! A dream this was! What am I saying, this was NOT a dream! Definitely NOT! A subconscious nightmare, yes! It felt so real, perhaps it happened in another dimension or something. Did it or did it not happen? Common sense would tell me it would, but no. Perhaps it did. Suddenly, I felt an itch. A dark, cold, painful itch on my cheek, it seemed. I ran to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Nothing. Then I opened my mouth, all seemed to be fine, until.. horror. Pure horror. My front tooth? Covered in yellow fat and half of the bottom in ruins.. Oh dear.. Oh dear lord..
It was horrible. Impossible to not forget. I wouldn't want something like that, ever, to happen to any human being. Perhaps them, but that would be quite complicated and could land me into even more trouble. Why? Why would they do this? A nightmare became reality. I stared at the mirror and knew that I'd have to endure that trip to the dentist. Oh well, I was pretty much immune to that now, as I knew much, much worse could take place in our cruel little world.
I went downstairs but it was too painful to have breakfast, so I chewed on the sides and had fresh water. Brushing my teeth was also complicated but the rest was fine. I got cleaned up and went back downstairs to my desk, where I discover something. AN appointment card. For.. today? To the private dentist down the road.. damn. I knew I'd have one as they said, but today? Oh dear, oh dear. It was quite an expensive one, so I suppose they were a bit more caring than I thought. Still, I don't think I'd forgive them, like ever.
My man, please! I didn't want to go, but I had to. The whole day was spent stressing until at 2PM, time was for me to go. My parents were at work, if you didn't know. They start at around 6AM and finish at about 4 in the afternoon. Quite a relatively long day, you know. They work in the same company, but have different jobs. Their summer break started a bit after mine. So I took my keys, coat and went outside. It was quite hot. I took the coat back as I was literally sweating the second I left the house.
I wasn't going to tell the police, because it could get much worse if I did. They'd have a chance to get caught, but also a chance to get back at me and do even worse things. Plus, it's hard to prove. Especially when there's two versus one. Oh dear, oh dear. No signs of them today. No texts, voicemail, nothing. I arrived at the brick building of the dentist's. It was a single dentist, not like loads of dentists really. Just one, there was.
The waiting room was empty, unsurprisingly. Since it was not a very known dentist and the prices were rather high for the average person. Then, I was called from the dentist's room. I started walking, slightly shaking due to my fear. The dentist's assistant was away so there was a replacement. A rather young one who was already wearing a surgical mask and so was the dentist, who told me to sit in the chair. I agreed and sat down, breathing quite heavily to avoid stress. It seemed quite fine for now.
That was until they started to hold me down and strap me onto the chair. I was like 'what?!'. They put their surgical masks off and it was clearer to me now. Josh and Emily. They were back on the show. Why? Didn't they already do enough damage? I was so scared what would they do to me? Emily started: 'So, Emily. Hello again. Well, we..' 'Let me go! Let me go please!!!' I begged. Emily just sighed and Josh got something out of his bag and gave it to her, who forced the ball gag into my mouth. I now had to listen to her with my tears dripping down my cheeks.
'Good,' she started. 'Now, Amy, we now know that you have had a great experience with us. Unfortunately for you, we didn't think you had enough of that. Plus, it's your birthday today, so.. Here's a treat! Today, you won't have to sleep!' I was confused at her speech while she got some equipment out. Then I figured it out and was struggling more and more. I was moaning for help to help me, so she took the gag out of my mouth and I pleaded her not to hurt me.
Suddenly, she heard a ringtone from her phone and discovered she had new surgical supplies coming in from her cousin outside, who was a dentistry deliverer. 'Ow crap, we have to get the new equipment outside.' she declared as she put the ball gag back in my mouth. 'Alright, we'll be right back in 5 minutes, alright? Don't move and don't try anything silly. Josh, I need you to come pick up the supplies. Let's go.' They left in quite a hurry and shut the door.
The blinds were closed on the window and the light was on. This could potentially be my ultimate and best chance to escape this hell. I may not get another chance at this. I was struggling against my bonds with no luck. Then I thought of something! As I heard them argue and discuss outside, I expected I had gained some time. I managed, with fierce force, to grab the relatively large and thin scalpel on the small table on my side, and started cutting through my wrist restraints.
I was working faster and faster. It seemed to be relatively working, but too slowly. I was starting to get worried more and more. Hopefully they wouldn't find me like this, or it may or may not doom me. Probably would. I was halfway through cutting it. Come on, come on.. NO! I dropped the scalpel! Dear lord why? So stupid of me! I was hearing them coming in with the supplies in the central corridor. Oh dear oh dear. I struggled hard against my bonds and eventually managed to break one of the leather restraints that I had already but so much cut through.
I tried to undo my other restraints and surprise surprise! They were padlocked! Why? I didn't even notice! I tried struggling against them with no use. I reached down and grabbed the scalpel. They opened the door and dropped the stuff, Emily coming first. She seemed shock and had her eyes wide open; we were staring at each other in awe. They came in quickly and before she could fully discover my escape progress, she came close enough so I could punch her hard in the temple and she fell to the other side of the room with a small table she knocked over on the way. I took the gag out of my mouth.
Josh tried to jump me but I stabbed him right in the throat and left the scalpel there, stupidly. I managed to, with great effort and adrenaline, slip my other wrist out of the restraint, and started undoing my legs too. I had to get barefoot to slip them out, so that was good. My waist straps weren't padlocked so I could easily undo them. After I got up, Emily attempted to put me in a headlock but I jabbed her eyes with my fingers and she screamed in pain. Josh was sitting on the floor stopping the bleeding with anger and fear.
I arrived to the main corridor and was heading for the front door. Hopefully it wouldn't be locked. Surprise surprise, it was. I went to the waiting room, kicked Emily, who was trying to get to me and punched her in the chin. She fell over, unconscious. I grabbed a chair and threw it against the window, smashing it into pieces. I then ran. Ran and ran. The cousin, however, was still there. Emily suddenly woke up and shouted at the cousin to run after her, and he did. I was shouting for help across the road, but no one seemed to hear me. I tripped due to me being barefoot in the middle of the road, but quickly got up. Unfortunately, it was too slow and I felt a hand gagging me and he prepared a syringe, one which I tried to escape but it stabbed me too quickly and I fell, yet again, unconscious.
A few hours later, I woke up in a dimly lit room. My back was cold, my mouth full and I could not move. I saw three figures staring straight at me: the cousin, Emily and Josh. They had me capture, ball gagged and strapped down tight in a place I could not escape in. Emily, yet again with bruises all over her, started: 'Emily, you've been a very bad girl and you must be punished. Stupid idiot, we'll make you feel pain like you've never encountered before. Don't worry, your parents just think you're staying with us for a week-long trip. Heh, idiots. This'll be a long week for you. Oh, and if you tell anyone, we've got enough evidence made up against you, so don't worry kiddo.'
I was crying and crying. This really was my doom. I screwed up. There was no way to escape now. The concrete walls all around me and the deep, dimly lit room suggested I was.. dead. Death would actually be mercy. This was worse than anything else. Please. Please just let me go. Why did I go to the dentist's? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? I wanted to be home, I wanted to die, for all my pain sensors to go, just please let me go! It was horrible, a nightmare worse than anything in the entire universe that lurks.
I didn't even bother to struggle. It was just too hard for me. I didn't even try anymore. Life was over for me. It would go on and on and on. And so for the next few days, what felt like centuries, I was forcefully sleep deprived, isolated, force fed through a tube, tortured with endless things such as the 'paper-cut machine' and the 'dry-throat treatment'. I just wanted it to end so bad. I didn't expect anything. It was horrible. Please, lord help me! Anything was better than this. Anything.
It wasn't until the 4th, 4th? 4th century? Nevertheless, I seemed to hear screaming and shouting, and then silence, like the Death Start blew up the moon or something. Then, someone came down and took my blindfold off. It was.. the cousin, who's name was Jack, as I could remember. He looked at me and it took a relatively long time for him to start, as he was also shaking for mysterious reasons. 'Look.. Amy.. I.. I did bad things. I'm so sorry.. Her.. I'll let you go, ok? Don't tell them. Especially about me, please.' I nodded quickly and fiercely in agreement, and he started to undo my bonds.
He took the ball gag out of my mouth and thus let me speak. I asked him about Emily and Josh, and he said they were 'taken care of', whatever that means. After untying me, he grabbed a weapon out of his pocket and.. his life stopped. Just like that. Living with such a thing would be horrible. I didn't blame him. I saw enough horrors already by that point. Oh dear, oh dear. I took his keys from his pocket and his weapon, and went upstairs by unlocking the basement door.
It was in Emily's house. I saw Josh and Emily, lying there, lifeless, dripping down into the end of existence. Poor them. They did deserve this. They deserved more, even. Death was luck for them, just as it would've been for me. Slowly and surely, I went to the bathroom, got changed, had a shower and cleaned myself up. I found a phone, called 999, and explained to them that she arrived there, and something had happened. I said the cousin killed them, and I barely escaped. They cleaned the place up. They had no more suspicions.
What started off as one simple snitch and joke from me, turned into this. Why, lord, why? Why would this happen, WHY DID I DESERVE THIS? I LOST MY BEST FRIENDS! WHY? LORD, WY? PLEASE! GIVE THEM BACK! GIVE.THEM.BACK.TO.ME. I HAD NOTHING. NOTHING TO LIVE FOR! I was just a lifeless doll now. Nothing mattered. Only they did. I lived in them as they lived in me. There was nothing worthwhile now.
Now, please. I bear so many scars. I never thought I'd come out about it, but.. here I am.. Yeah. How exciting, isn't it? They lived in me, and I lived in them. Nothing mattered. Nothing still matters. I want them back, as they were before. They were taken by demons with unimaginable powers. The human being is strong-minded. However, it has its boundaries. Mine have been crosses, as I was walking home in the rain, looking down with an empty mind full of silenced conflict and nothingness. Please. Please remember, for me, for them.
THE END
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