DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL

It was a beautiful Spring day, a Sunday, and neither Dr. Todd Martin, my
current
"significant other" or I, a student nurse, were on duty at the hospital. We
were out for a
walk enjoying the budding trees and unseasonably warm weather.
"Debbie, I have something to ask you. You know that I had put in for a
brief leave of
absence so that I could go out to Los Angeles to teach and do a little
research at one of the
trauma centers. Well, my request has been granted and they have given me
three months.
So I am going on June 1st. I want you to come with me."
This news came somewhat as a surprise although I thought he deserved the
leave.
Also, the period of time would correspond to my summer vacation, but this
was only for two
months.
Todd sensed my hesitation and said, "We could have lots of fun. Remember
that Los
Angeles is quite a city with some of the bizarre and exotic activities that
we have enjoyed in a
small way."
"Todd, I am thrilled that you would ask me, but you will be very busy with
your work
there and I would just be in the way. Besides, I have been thinking about
going to Europe to
do a little research of my own."
Looking disappointed but interested, Todd asked, "What kind of research?"
"Well you know that I have been rotating thru psychiatry. The first two
weeks were on
the out-patient service which was dull. Everyone was either depressed, had
sexual problems
or other interpersonal difficulties. Then I went on the in-patient, "locked
ward" service. I am
really enjoying the challenges there but am a little disappointed. Although
some of the patients
are admitted in an agitated or violent state, they are quickly given drugs
and become zombies."
Todd laughed and said, "What's wrong with that."
"Nothing except they don't seem to make much progress towards recovery.
Anyway, I
got to wondering whether the results of modern therapy for these patients
was any better than
treatment before we had all these wonderful drugs. So I started reading and
looking up
articles in the hospital library. You know, most of the therapy in the past
consisted of physical
means to control hysteria, agitation, violence and the manic states. These
means
includedrestraint, hydrotherapy and others."
"So what were results of that approach?" Todd asked.
"The articles don't really say, but the implication was that the patients
responded some
of the time. It's hard to tell. Anyway, I discussed this topic with the
chief of the psychiatry
department. He told me that in certain European countries, the cost of
modern drugs prohibits a
medical approach and therefore the old physical approach is still used. I
told him that I had
recently earned $2000 doing some extracurricular work - I didn't tell him
what type - and
maybe I would just take a trip abroad to look into this further."
"The chief had seemed amused by this but had told me that it would make a
wonderful
thesis for my nursing degree. Also, he said that he knew psychiatrists in
both France and
Spain and would be happy to contact them if I wished."
Todd interrupted me, "You aren't really serious about this, are you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. And I told the chief that I was fluent in
Spanish having
grown up in a Spanish neighborhood. I didn't tell him that most of my
vocabulary consisted
of dirty words and slang expressions. He is going to let me know. Anyway, I
could go over
there and return in time for a week with you."
I guess Todd didn't really know what to say. He obviously didn't want to
stifle my
enthusiasm but was concerned about my traipsing around Spain by myself. So
I said,
"Probably nothing will come of this. And if it works out, just think of all
the fun you will
have by yourself in California."
A week or so later, I excitedly called Todd to say, "Guess what? I am going
to Spain.
The chief asked me to come to his office today and informed me that he had
received a call
from Dr. Pedro Morales who it turns out is the head of the government
mental hospital system
in Spain. He lives in Madrid and apparently would enjoy having me come over
and be his
guest. So, I called a travel agency and have my tickets!"
Todd could hear my enthusiasm but did say he wanted to discuss things with
me. We
met that evening and had some arguments. Finally he said, "Well I support
your decisions.
Just don't do anything foolish, come back as quickly as possible - and I'll
see you in L.A."
Chapter Two
The flight to Madrid was rather uneventful. I kept thinking of how I was to
get the
answers to my questions. I was met at the airport by a young man who turned
out to be a
resident studying under Dr. Morales. On the way into town I had a chance to
use my Spanish
and found that it came back quickly. He complemented me and laughed at some
of my
expressions. I was surprised and happy to hear that he was taking me to the
home of Dr.
Morales and would be staying there. This would save me some money.
Dr. Morales was in his late sixties as was his attractive wife. They
graciously
welcomed me and showed me their guest room. After dinner that evening, Dr.
Morales took
me into his study where we talked for sometime. He explained his position
and the fact that
he was sort of responsible for the standards of care in the mental
hospitals, standards that he
had a hard time checking for the hospitals were spread out over the
country.
"My problem, Debbie, is that I get occasional reports of poor care, abuse
and
questionable experimental treatment, but when I go to the hospitals,
everything looks fine. I
feel that I have to let them know I am coming, otherwise it would be like
the Gestapo making
a surprise visit. I think maybe they prepare for my visits."
I replied, "I guess as your representative I would get the same reception.
But I have
been thinking about a different approach. How about your admitting me to
one of those
hospitals as a patient? Could you do that?"
"Yes, but I can think of several reasons why this wouldn't work. To begin
with I think
you would have a hard time faking mental illness. Next, it could be hard on
you, perhaps
even dangerous."
"No, I am very familiar with various forms of insanity including violence,
manic
states, paranoia, and extreme agitation. Next, I am tough and actually
think various forms of
therapy would be very interesting - and mentioned a few. Also, I can't
imagine any real
danger might be involved. You are probably concerned about sexual abuse,
even rape. Well,
I'm just finishing my period, so I am not likely to get pregnant."
"You may be over-estimating your ability young lady, but you seem to have
really
thought things through. And I guess I could specify that under no
circumstances should they
use electroshock or insulin shock therapy. Hell, maybe you are a little
crazy - and I could sure
use the information about what really goes on."
I was excited about the possibility that my imaginative thoughts might
really come to
pass. What would it really be like?
"Debbie, you go to bed and think about it. Maybe the answer is to follow me
around
my hospital here in Madrid for a few weeks."
"No, I really want to try it," I replied, my hands a little sweaty and my
pulse a little
fast.
"I suppose I could set it up with the plan that I would come and get you in
five or six
days."
That seemed to be a very short time so I said, "No, if we are going to do
it, let's do it
right. How about two weeks?"
His reply was, "I'll think about that. Get a good night's and I'll get my
wife to bring
you to my private office at about ten in the morning. I have to make rounds
early and will
then see what arrangements I can make. When do you want to do this?"
"The sooner the better," I replied. I didn't want time to wonder whether I
was really
crazy.
Chapter Three
I slept rather fitfully, my thoughts going in all sorts of directions. I
probably should
have called Todd but knew he would raise hell with my plan. After breakfast
the next
morning, Mrs. Gonzales took me to the office that was attached to the
hospital. I was greeted
my the office nurse who seemed efficient, attractive and sympathetic. I
could not tell how
much Dr. Gonzales had told her. She ushered me into a little waiting room
and a few minutes
later took me into his office where he greeted me with a smile.
"Well, things seem to be working out. You can still back out, but I have
made
arrangements for you to be taken my private ambulance to a hospital that I
have questions
about, and be admitted there. I have also done the necessary paper work.
This includes an
involuntary commitment by reason of "insanity" for a period of ninety days,
this being the
standard. My name is down as the committing doctor. I have stated that
there is no known
family. The diagnosis is paranoia with violence. I have specified no exact
treatment plan but
have stated I would not allow the shock therapy that we mentioned last
night. They may think
this is peculiar but will obey my request. I called the head psychiatrist
and he has accepted a
transfer today."
I gulped and said, "You mean right now?"
"Yes - unless you say no. I have ordered the transfer vehicle to pick you
up in 45
minutes. My nurse will help get you ready. Remember that I will plan to
retrieve you from
the hospital in 12 to 14 days unless I get too nervous before then." With
that he buzzed his
nurse and explained to her my background, interest in the physical forms of
mental therapy
and the plan for "commitment".
She seemed to be amazed but also quickly caught on to the possible insight
that might
be gained into what really transpired at the hospitals. As she led me into
a treatment room,
she said that she had thought about doing what I had proposed but decided
she was not up to
it. She told me get undressed and to put on a hospital gown while she
talked to the doctor.
I stripped down and pushed my arms through the short sleeves of the gown. I
noted
that there were no strings on the back and remembered that this was
standard practice. No
strings to possible tie together as a noose in an attempt to commit
suicide.
When she returned she said that the doctor would be in shortly. She bundled
up my
clothes and took my earrings, watch and a ring. These were placed in a bag
with a tag bearing
my name.
Dr. Morales looked at me carefully when he entered. "Last chance," he said.

"I'm ready," was my reply although I wondered whether I really was.
"O.K., we are going to give you some paraldehyde. You may not be familiar
with this
drug but it was frequently used in your country before the advent of modern
drugs. It is a
sedative and can be given my mouth or per rectum. It has an odor and tastes
rather bad,
occasionally causing vomiting. So the nurse will instill it into your
rectum. The sedation
would be standard practice for someone with your diagnosis."
As the nurse was preparing this I asked, "Where is the hospital I am going
to?"
"You don't need to know that, and wouldn't know it if you were a real
patient," was
his reply - which made sense to me.
With that the nurse had me roll onto my side and gently inserted a small
catheter into
my rectum. I then felt the cool fluid flow in, following which the tube was
removed. I didn't
feel any different but she explained that it took about 10 to 15 minutes to
work. She then
brought into the room a stretcher on wheels and had me lie down on it. A
blanket was placed
over me and she then produced leather restraining cuffs.
"Sorry about this," she said as she placed these around my wrists and
ankles. Straps
were passed through the hasps and were attached to the frame of the
stretcher, drawing my
hands and feet to the sides of the frame. I tested the straps by pulling
but found that they were
strong. Then over my body at the levels of my breasts, waist, hips and
lower thighs were
placed broad straps of canvas webbing. These also were fixed to the frame
and tightened
snugly.
"Feeling helpless, Debbie?" Dr. Morales asked. "You better get used to it."

By this time I was feeling light headed and dizzy. I tried to reply but my
mouth would
not work, so I just smiled. I became aware of two men entering the room.
They talked a few
minutes to the doctor and inspected the papers he gave them. I remember
them moving the
stretcher out into the hallway but little more until...
..as I drifted back into consciousness, I realized the van or ambulance was
swaying and
could hear the engine. Should I start screaming and acting like a patient?
No, I had better
wait. They stopped soon afterwards and when one of them checked me by
shaking my head, I
feigned sleep. I guess they went for lunch or a toilet break. Come to think
of it my bladder
was getting full and I was hungry. I heard one of them say the hospital
should be only about
another twenty miles. With that I decided to start my act.
This consisted in screaming, swearing and demanding to know what was going
on.
One of the men came back to me and tried to calm me down, but I called him
every bad name
I could think of and said I knew he had poisoned me. When my yelling
finally included his
mother and his lack of a father, he roughly stuffed a rag into my mouth and
taped it in place.
Now my cries were simply unintelligible grunts. The rag pushed my tongue
down and almost
made me gag.
Soon afterwards, the vehicle slowed, stopped and then backed up. I could
see an old
stone building, looking a little like an old factory except that the
windows had bars. It really
looked like a prison. I guess they talked to someone for I heard doors
opening and then they
were pulling the stretcher out and wheeling it into a corridor.
"Take her into the admitting office," someone said. "Did she give you any
trouble?"
"No, she slept most of the way but was a little noisy. I don't think she is
as violent as
the documents say."
"Well our stretchers are same as yours, so take one and you can be on your
way
home."
"Thanks and good luck with her. Too bad, she looks like a pretty young
woman."
With that I guess the ambulance left. I could see one male orderly and one
rather large,
buxom female nurse.
"Well her admitting orders are to clean her up, feed her and get her bedded
down for
the night in one of the tight rooms even if she isn't agitated," she said.
They came over to me and released the body straps. I just glared at them.
Then they
unfastened my wrists and ankles. It was time for my act. I pulled out the
gag and suddenly
kicked out with one leg. Although I had not intended to hit anyone, my foot
caught the nurse
right on one of her large breasts. She gasped, yelled and fell to the
floor. The orderly tried to
grab me by throwing his arms around me. To break this embrace, I had been
taught in karate
class to bring my knee up - which I reflexly did. He went a little pale and
grabbed his testicles
calling me a dirty bitch. But I was free and ran into the hall, aware that
I was almost naked. A
bell sounded. Through the nearest door I ran only to find myself in an
office with no other exit.
As I turned I was confronted my another nurse or aide carrying a baton with
a flashing
red light. I had heard of cattle prods and other shocking devices and
assumed this was one of
them so I backed away from her. I was also aware of a man taking something
out of a pack
but the nurse seemed to be the biggest threat to me. Suddenly over my head
and body came a
net which engulfed me. I was thrown to the floor and rolled, making the net
tighter around
me. My arms were against my chest and I couldn't get them free. Very little
was said as they
tightened a strap around my ankles, and there I lay.
"I guess her diagnosis was right. Let's get her cleaned up and quieted
down," the
nurse said. With that I decided to really give them some trouble by
urinating.
"She's going to be a problem."
"Well, we can handle her - just watch." The nurse and orderly then simply
dragged
me screaming, net and all, out into the corridor and down into another room
which looked like a
big shower room. To my dismay I could see pedestal mounted nozzles on one
side pointing
towards open stalls with various rings on the walls and floor. The nurse
reached through the
netting and replaced my wrist and ankle cuffs, this time placing small
locks on the hasps. My
wrists were then fastened together in front of me. Only then was I
unwrapped slowly. As
soon as they could get to my cuffed wrists and before releasing my thighs
and legs, a large
hook was placed around the link between the cuffs. This hook was at the end
of a block and
tackle arrangement coming down from the ceiling of the stall.
As the orderly held me, the nurse pushed a button on the wall and I felt my
hands
being pulled upwards. I was soon in a standing position on tiptoes. The
rest of the netting
was unwrapped and my gown was torn off. I almost forgot to curse them for I
was mortified
at what was happening.
But I didn't forget to yell bloody murder when the first blast of ice cold
water hit me.
More than the coldness was the tremendous force of the jet. It hit me on
the left side of my
abdomen forcing me backwards and spinning me around. Tethered by my cuffed
wrists, my
toes left the tiled floor and my shoulders and arms took my full weight.
The stream kept
punching at me as I swung and spun. I hurled obscenities at both of my
tormentors only to get
the jet directed at my face which at that time was lodged between my raised
arms. My head
tilted backwards and the water filled my mouth and nose. For a moment I
couldn't get my
breath and had spasmodic coughing, but the stream then went down to my
breasts which felt
like they were being pushed to one side or the other. When my thighs became
the target, the
water streamed between them, freezing my warmest parts. Christ, I didn't
know how much
more I could stand.
"Please stop, you bastards. You're killing me." As the jet hit my legs, I
found that I
could flex my knees and hips, thus avoiding the blast. Dangling there as
the block and tackle
unwound, I realized I was dizzy from being spun, my shoulders ached and my
strength was
decreasing. I had to lower my legs but immediately they were hit again and
again, knocking
me off my tiptoes. "Pleeeasse", was my plaintive cry. They then started on
by body again,
then my head and neck. Suddenly it was quiet. I hung there shivering and
saw a young
woman, perhaps my age, dressed in a patient's gown approaching me.
She seemed to walk and act like a zombie. The nurse told her to wash me
thoroughly.
The patient was carrying a pail which set down near me. As my eyes cleared
from the water
that had been hitting my head, I could see she had a scrub brush, soap and
a few rags.
"Wait," said the nurse. "I'll make it easier for you to wash her." With
that the nurse
and orderly unclipped the fastener between my ankle cuffs and positioned a
three foot bar between them. I jerked my legs but it wasn't effective. They
soon had my ankles fastened tothe rings at the ends of the bar. I found
that I could still reach the floor with one foot or the other, but not
both. Even this bit of relief left me as the nurse again hit the button
controlling the lift mechanism. There I swung. Happily, the water in the
pail was warm. Unhappily, the scrub brush had very stiff bristles. There
was no gentleness to the way that the patient applied the brush to my back,
belly, thighs, arms and particularly to my breasts. I could see my skin
getting red and felt my nipples burn. Looking down at them, I didn't see
the patient dip a long, two inch wide bottle brush in the pail of soapy
water. She grabbed and pulled my hair with her left hand, and as I
screamed, the right hand stuck the brush into my mouth. I swung my legs at
her causing her to move backwards, but the damage had been done. I
sputtered and spit the foul water from
my mouth.
Then I felt the orderly grabbing the cross bar and raising my feet. Into my
exposed
vagina went the bottle brush, not once but several times, despite my
protests. My anus and
rectum received the same treatment. By this time I was crying for mercy.
"Ready for your rinsing?" the nurse asked.
"No, please. No more." But on came the cold jet stream. With my legs spread

widely, they seemed to concentrate on my pelvis. I had never felt such a
douche in my life.
The rest of my body was not spared. I was jerked and spun until I was
exhausted and frozen.
As the jet stopped, the patient dried me with some gray towels. I simply
dangled there
and when the nurse lowered me, I collapsed on the cold tile floor unable to
do anything but
shiver.
"O.K. Debbie, here's your clothing for the night," the nurse said. With
that she and
the orderly began inserting my arms into the sleeves of what I immediately
recognized as a
straight jacket. It was already too late to grab the heavy canvas material
at the arm openings
and my hands couldn't grasp the material of the sleeves. I was
unceremoniously thrown on
my stomach. The orderly sat heavily on my rump as I thrashed with the
little strength I had
left. I could feel the sides of the back being pulled together.
"I hope you like the size," the nurse said. "It may be a little on the
small side but we'll
make it fit."
I could tell she was lacing the two sides together for the jacket which
extended from
my neck to my pubis got tighter and tighter. Then with the orderlies help,
she began with the
four leather straps. The first of these was around my upper chest, the
second just below my
breasts, then the waist and finally my hips and lower abdomen. Each of
these was pulled as
tight as possible. I was turned and brought to a sitting position as I
said, "It's too tight."
"No, I don't think so," was her reply. She sat on my knees and pushed my
sleeve
enclosed hands through side loops on the jacket. The orderly behind me
pulled the strap
extensions of the sleeves across my back and grunted as he buckled the ends
together. I had
never hugged myself this tightly. Finally, I was pushed back onto the
floor. The nurse
reached between my thighs and grabbed two straps originating about 8 inches
apart on the
bottom of the backs of the jacket sides. These straps she pulled up on each
side of my labia
and fastened them to buckles on the front of the jacket. I could feel the
straps sort of cutting
into me. Also, straps encircling the sleeves at the level of my wrists were
snugged down. As an
aftermath, I looked down to see my ankle cuffs fastened together and a
strap placed tightly
around thighs just above me knees.
"There, that should hold you. You won't be pulling any stunts like you did
when you
arrived. Juan, call the office and find out where we should take her."
Juan I guessed was the orderly for he left and soon returned with a gurney
upon which
I was lifted and then transported to a small room. There was no furniture
of any type and the
walls were covered my gray mats. The floor area was about four by six feet
and was covered
by a thick rubber mat. In one corner there was a grating. The door to the
room was about 4
inches thick and was also padded, except for a small window about five feet
up.
"Like your new home?" Juan asked. "You will find it is fairly quiet
although you can
occasionally hear your neighbors. Your supper should arrive soon." With
that, he shut the
door and I heard a lock being turned. With the little light coming thru a
grill in the ceiling, I could
not see any sort of knob on the inside of the door.
I tried briefly to move my arms but was really exhausted from the "shower"
and the
rest of the day's activities. I guess I then napped for I awoke to the
shaking by a different
nurse or aide.
"Dinner's served," she said, placing what looked like a two-bowled, rubber
dog dish
on the floor.
I managed to roll onto my side so I could see the food. In one bowl was a
liquid,
probably water; in the other was looked like mush or dog food.
"We put your meal in a blender to make it easier for you to eat."
I yelled at her, "It's poisoned, take it away."
"No, I wouldn't do that to you, but there are two of the staff that would.
One is the
nurse you kicked in the chest. This caused considerable bleeding into her
breast. They tried
to aspirate the blood using a needle and syringe but it didn't work. Her
breast is huge and
painful, and she's vowed to make you pay. The other person is the orderly
you kneed. He's
had an ice pack on his balls most of the day and is not the kind of guy to
take that injury
lightly. But the food is not poisoned so eat up."
"You eat some first," I said.
"No. I don't have a spoon with me, but you'll find a way to get it down,"
was her
reply. "We will be turning the lights down in a while and then you must be
quiet and not
disturb your neighbors."
"What happens if I don't? And get me out of this thing."
She simply smiled and said, "Sweet dreams."
I realized I was hungry and thirsty but certainly the food was not
appetizing. I rolled
over to the dish. By getting on my stomach I could position my face over
the water and
actually was able to sip a little. I then tried the mush. The first swallow
wasn't bad, but with my
second I ended up getting my face including my nose covered. I coughed and
upset the
whole dish, ending my "dinner". I guess I could have eaten the stuff off
the matted floor but
decided I wasn't that hungry.
My next problem was urinating. Having not gone to the bathroom since the
morning,
my bladder was uncomfortable. I surmised that the floor grating along the
back wall was my
toilet. With difficulty, I rolled over to the wall. Should I go lying on my
back or my front? I
guessed it didn't make much difference but the prone position seemed more
appealing. It
worked out pretty well anyway.
A few minutes later, the lights dimmed. My nap had satisfied some of my
fatigue and
I really wasn't tired. So I decided to play Houdini. I had seen escape
artists get out of a
straight jacket and knew I could also. It was just a matter of getting the
thing up my body a
little and then getting my arms out of the sleeves. I wriggled and hunched
my shoulders
repeatedly. Things seemed a little looser so I continued my efforts without
much success.
The only thing I was accomplishing was tightening the straps running
through my crotch. So
then I pulled up my arms as hard as I could but the wrist straps and the
fastening across my
back didn't make much motion possible.
By now I had worked up a sweat. So I relaxed. I realized that I really
wasn't that
uncomfortable. In fact the lack of mobility, being held the way I was, sort
of excited me.
This had been a dream of mine for some time. My breasts were caressed by
the rough canvas
and my nipples were sensuous. Also I was aware of the craving between my
legs. Maybe if I
repeatedly flexed my hips I could stimulate myself. I did succeed in
getting pretty aroused but
could not reach a climax. So I just lay there and thought that this was how
a straight jacket
worked. You expend a lot of effort in an agitated state, and then give up.
After sleeping awhile, I awoke with a start. It took only a moment to
remember where
I was. I had no idea of the time, but did know that I was sweating and my
arms ached.
Thinking that if I stood up I might be more comfortable, I worked myself
into a sitting
position with my back against the wall. Then I inched my way up until I was
actually standing
but threatening to fall over any minute. This sort of frightened me and I
decided to do a little
yelling for help, using a few expletives in the process. The result was a
some swearing and
demands for silence, probably from the person in the adjacent "tight" room.
So what. I
yelled some more and this got results.
The lights got brighter and the door opened. I guessed it was the night
nurse and she
didn't seem happy. Entering the room, she slipped on the mush and water but
didn't fall.
"Guess you have a lot to learn, young lady. You overturned your dish,
didn't eat, and
now have the patients next to you awake. I see you have managed to stand
up. Well what
goes up, falls down."
Before I could say anything, she simply pushed me over. I fell rather
heavily onto my
stomach, pushing my forearms into my upper abdomen and knocking my wind
out. I felt her
sit on my back and she then grabbed by hair and pulled my head back. With
her other hand
put a rubber ball into my open mouth. It popped by my teeth. Holding the
ball in position,
she then tied behind my neck the ends of the rope that was threaded through
the ball. The
rope pulled at the corners of my mouth and I immediately started
salivating.
"That will keep you quiet. Better get some sleep. Dr. Gonzales has you
scheduled for
an admitting examination at eight." With that she left me.
Chapter Four
I think I did sleep and dream a little, but still felt tired and restless
when an orderly
entered the room. He looked disgustedly at the food on the floor and said,
"I guess that is
why you didn't get breakfast. You didn't eat what they gave you last
night."
How could I? He unstrapped my knees and replaced the link between my ankle
cuffs
with a chain about twelve inches long. I was pulled to my feet. Holding one
sleeve, he urged
me towards the door. I decided to resist and simply flexed my knees and
hips, sinking to the
floor.
"Are you going to give a hard time?" he asked. He whacked my bare buttock
with his
hand and I rolled away. "Well try this on for size." With that he took from
the pocket of his
coat a short, slender chain with rings at both ends. It looked to me like
the choker, chain
collars used on dogs. I couldn't believe he was going to put it on me, but
he doubled the
chain thru one ring and passed the noose over my head. I then felt it
tighten around my neck.
"Coming?" he said as he again lifted me up. He pulled on the chain and it
began to
choke off my ability to breathe. I began to stumble after him down the
hall, the ankle chain
preventing normal strides.
"Got yourself a pretty date?" a passerby asked looking at my legs and ass.
"Don't I wish, but she isn't much of a conversationalist."
We turned off one of the hallways and into a waiting room. I was pushed
into a hard
wood chair that was bolted to the floor. A strap was passed around the back
of the chair and
around my body inside of my crossed sleeves. This effectively kept me from
moving much.
Also the ankle chain was hooked somewhere beneath the seat, raising my bare
feet off the
floor.
"The doctor will be with you shortly," he said.
I then noted a somewhat older woman sitting nearby. Cuffs held her wrists
and ankles
to the arms and legs of the chair, but I was dismayed to see that she was
completely bald. She
was not gagged as I was, but didn't say anything. Soon a nurse came to her,
unfastened the
cuffs and led her docilely into the adjacent office.
There was not much to see in the waiting room and so I spent my time
thinking how I
going to act when I saw the doctor. Perhaps a half hour later it was my
turn.
I was taken by the nurse and decided not to resist even though the orderly
had removed
the choker. The exam room was rather typical, but I did notice a few more
straps on the table
which was set up with stirrups for gynecology exams. The nurse pushed a
wall button which
summoned an orderly to help her. They were taking no chances with me. I was
backed up to
the table and placed in a sitting position on the end. My ankles were
hooked to a cross bar
near the floor so I wouldn't do any kicking or get away. Then the straight
jacket was carefully
removed. The orderly roughly grabbed my forearms as they came out of the
sleeves and then
transferred his hold to the cuffs that were still on my wrists from the
previous day. The nurse
pushed me back onto the table as he pulled my wrists over my head. The
cuffs were then
fastened to the very top of the table, stretching me out.
Around my waist was passed a broad belt that had several rings, and straps
from the side rings were used to secure me to the table sides. Only then
were my legs placed and fastened in the stirrups. The nurse rather easily
loosened the locking mechanism on the stirrups, pushed them out until my
thighs were widely spread, and relocked the mechanism.
Finally, the nurse removed the ball gag. What a relief. For fear of being
again gagged, I decided to keep my mouth shut.
Dr. Gonzales appeared to be in his forties. He wore no tie and looked a
little dirty. I thought I could smell liquor on his breath - and the day
was early.
"Good morning, Debbie. I have reviewed the record from Dr. Morales. I guess
there isn't much real information about you. No family is mentioned. Where
are you from?"
I didn't say anything, just glared.
"How are you feeling? Do you know where you are? You gave the staff quite a
hard time yesterday so your diagnoses appear correct. I wonder why Dr.
Morales didn't want us to use shock therapy to slow you down."
After I continued to remain silent, he said to the nurse, "Well let's get
to the physical exam. Should be fun. Maybe it will loosen her tongue."
As the nurse took my blood pressure, she said, "The nurses' notes from last
night indicate she had lots to say then."
I started resisting as soon as he began with the light in my eyes and then
the thing in my ears, but the nurse was strong. When the doctor picked up a
tongue depressor, the nurse pinched off my nose and placed her other hand
over my mouth, keeping me from breathing.
When I ran out of air, she took her hand away and then inserted wedges of
rubber on each side as I gulped for a breath. The doctor only briefly
looked in, pushing down my tongue with the
flat depressor and causing me to gag slightly.
The exam of my chest was much more thorough. He pawed my breasts, ran his
finger
around my nipples and happily pointed out the nipple response to the nurse
who seemed very
interested. After prodding my belly, he sat down on a stool between my
legs.
"Give me the large speculum and we will be taking a smear of her cervix."
As I felt
the cold metal device being inserted without any lubricant, I tried to
raise my hips but the side
straps allowed only a slight movement. "Like that," he asked.
He looked in after spreading the blades and I could feel motion of my
uterus. He
inserted a swab and handed it to the nurse who smeared a slide with it. The
speculum was
then removed.
"She's pretty clean. And look at that clitoris just poking out its head." I
felt his
gloved finger begin to play with it as he inserted two other fingers into
my vagina. "Getting
wet, Debbie?"
Even though the answer was yes, I began to jerk, shout and scream
obscenities at both
him and the nurse. I guess my words hit home for he started yelling back at
me and pulled off
his gloves. First he slapped me hard. My head at that moment was raised
between my
anchored arms and the impact was painful. He then silenced me by placing
his hand over my
mouth. As I started to yell some more, his hand went between my teeth - and
I bit down as
hard as I could!
He pulled out his hand and looked down as the blood came from the teeth
marks.
"You bitch, you whore - just wait." He ran to the sink and put his hand
under a stream of
water. The nurse meanwhile picked up the rubber wedges and forced them
between my teeth.
She was really good at this. Practice makes perfect. Then she took a roll
of cloth bandage
and starting with the end fed it into my open mouth until my cheeks were
bulging. Using the
rest of the roll, she wound it around and around my head, finally securing
it with a layer of
tape.
The doctor came over to the table and with his good hand pinched my right
nipple as
hard as he could. All I could manage was a muffled yelp and tears came to
my eyes. At this
point the injured nurse from yesterday walked in.
"Can I help?," she asked.
The doctor said, "Look what the bitch did to me. I should turn her over to
you but
you'd probably kill her. And her referring doctor may be checking on her in
a week or so.
What's the hydrotherapy schedule look like?"
"Right now we are full but there should be an opening in a few days," the
nurse
replied. "And what are you going to do about her pubic lice?" I knew she
was lying but
obviously couldn't say anything.
"She's infested with lice?" the doctor responded. "Great. Well you know the

treatment. You can shave her right now."
"How about her head?"
"Well as agitated as she is, you probably can't do that. She'd move too
much," he
observed.
"Oh, I have a way. Leave it to me."
"Fine. Anyway is okay. Oh, write up some orders including a command that I
never
want to see her again unless she is securely gagged. I'll leave you two
nurses and get some
antiseptic on my hand, but how's that breast of yours?" he asked.
"You're not going to believe what that cunt did to me. Look." With that the
nurse un
buttoned her uniform. Her bra fitted on one side but the other breast
bulged out from the cup
of the garment. The skin was red, purple, black and blue right down to her
waist. I sort of
felt sorry for her. The breast probably weighed four times more than her
other.
As the doctor left, he said, "Also feed her - by force if necessary." The
two nurses
then got at the job of shaving by pubis, labia and perineum. The safety
razor kept getting
clogged with hair, so they switched to a straight razor which did the
trick. When they then
poured alcohol over the area, I moaned and jerked to no avail.
"How are going to shave her head?"
"Well, we are not going to do it here. If you want to watch, join me in
treatment room
4 at noon. We can have a pleasant lunch hour. In the meantime, let's get
her trussed up using
the simple restraining gloves.. Call for an orderly."
"Debbie," the other nurse said, "I think you will enjoy the change from the
straight
jacket, but if you're good you can ask for the jacket again." I couldn't
appreciate what she
was saying, but the sleeves didn't sound real bad.
An orderly appeared carrying two long sleeves. The hand portions were
closed and
had no fingers. I could see that the sleeves laced up and had several
straps to go around the
limb as well as a long strap attached to the end. Leaving one of my wrists
still fastened to the
top of the table, my other arm was inserted into one sleeve and they began
to lace it tightly.
\tab My fingers were wedged into the cone shaped end of the fingerless
glove and the upper end
of the sleeve came to my arm pit. When the lacing was completed all the way
up, it was
tightened further with a lace puller of some type. Then I felt the straps
being snugged down
just above my elbows, in the mid forearm, at my wrists and finally crushing
my fingers. The
long strap was temporarily fastened to the table head, and then my other
arm was enclosed in
the other long restraining glove.
Removing my legs from the stirrups, I was brought to a sitting position and
my ankles
secured to the floor. I expected them to wrap my arms around my chest and
therefore was
very surprised when they hauled my wrists up behind my back. They were
crossed between
my shoulder blades as each long strap was carried over the opposite
shoulder, then across my
chest above my breast, through my arm pit, finally being fastened through a
buckle on the
upper end of the glove from which the strap originated. The orderly was
given the job of
pulling the strap as tight as possible and this forced my shoulders back
into an exaggerated
position.
I immediately was uncomfortable and wondered whether I was getting
circulation to my
hands.
"Do you like your new gloves, Debbie? Comfortable aren't they. And your
breasts
are sticking out real nicely."
"How about moving her down to the treatment room in a dog cage?" the first
office
nurse asked.
"Sure, she should be comfortable in one of those, and I can be sure
everything is ready
for our luncheon entertainment," my favorite nurse replied.
The orderly soon returned with a metal cage on wheels. There was a handle
for
pushing the cage which was designed for moving dogs from one area to
another. The sides,
ends, top and bottom were made of perforated, steel panels and one end was
hinged as a door.
The cage was only about 3 feet long, 2 feet wide and maybe 2 \'ab feet
high.
The orderly said, "I thought our little bitch should have a collar, so I
brought one."
"Good thinking." One of the nurses proceeded to put the two inch wide
collar around
my neck and fasten it with a small lock. "Maybe I'll throw the key away."
The first step in getting me into the cage was to fasten my ankles together
with a short
chain after detaching them from the table. They didn't bother with my knees
for I wasn't going any where. Next the cage was turned onto one end and the
door at the other end was opened. The orderly then easily picked me up,
lowered my feet into the cage and pushed me downwards. For a second I
managed to stay standing but a blow behind my knees by one of the nurses
ended that effort. I don't think they even considered releasing my tightly
wound gag which was now saturated with saliva.
"Have fun and be comfy. Don't bark too loudly,"
said my vengeful nurse who I
decided to call "Butch". With that she lowered the door, pushing me
entirely into the cage.
This was then tipped onto its wheels and I was ready for transportation.
Going through the corridors, several people asked what they were doing with
a dog. "Oh we're taking her for a little fun. Peek through the holes. She's
quite a pretty little bitch."
They made a point of hitting a few walls and going rapidly around corners.
Kneeling as I was, these movements served to throw my body and head against
the cage walls. My moaning was ignored. On reaching the treatment room, I
was simply left caged. My knees hurt from the metal, my back ached from the
forced arching and my arms were a mass of pain
and cramps. At one point I urinated but was a long way from being
comfortable.
After an hour or so but still long before noon, Butch and the orderly
reappeared. He
was pushing a dolly on which was a four foot square wood platform of some
type and a pile of
collapsible chairs which he started setting up in a large circle. She
pushed the exam table from
the center of the room and then came over to my cage.
"Been having fun? She said and then asked the orderly to give her a hand.
They
opened the end of the cage and she snapped a leash to a ring on my collar.
"Come out little
bitch," and with that she pulled. I fell forward onto my stomach with a
groan.
Rather easily they lifted me to my feet and then led me my the leash over
to a vertical
support column on one side of the room. The leash was wound around the
column and then
straps were placed at various levels down to my waist.
"There that should hold you for awhile." Butch turned to the orderly and
said, "You
can go now but I know you will back for the show."
I tried to mumble through the gag to beg for some relief.
"Can't understand you, bitch. You probably want the gag out and your arms
released."
I nodded vigorously.
"Well, I promise you that will happen within the next couple of hours if
you're good.
Right now I want to make you look real pretty." I couldn't believe it when
she began to brush
the snarls out of my hair. The she washed my face above the gag. The wet
cloth was also
used over my chest and abdomen. I almost felt clean.
Her next action was to place one of the cuff cross bars between my ankles
instead of
the chain, avoiding any chance that I would kick. Then she began to caress
my breasts and
nipples very gently. Although I squirmed, it felt good and arousing.
"You like that, don't you," she asked.
I looked at her and couldn't keep from nodding. After what she had done to
me, she
was almost being kind.
"Well, look down and watch." With that, she wet a finger and placed it a
fraction of
an inch out from my right nipple. She moved the finger tip around in small
circles. I could
see and feel the nipple hardening and growing tense. I wanted to feel the
finger and thrust my
chest out against the restraining straps. She smiled and said, "I think I
am figuring you out.
You really are enjoying some of this. You want to be caressed while you are
held in
restraint."
I gazed at her, knowing that in fact there was a part of my mind and
emotions that was
extremely stimulated by bondage and bizarre situations.
"I guess you'd like me touch you down here as well." Her hand slid down to
my
recently shave pubis, and her finger moved down towards my clitoris. She
spread my labia
and felt my wetness. Removing her finger, she placed it in front of my
face. "Look, and
smell, pretty Debbie. You know, I could really like you and think I know
what you want.
But you have to realize I have wants and desires as well. I enjoy certain
things - and you are
going to find this out."
"I know your nipples are hard, but I want them just right for our little
show." With
that she took from her pocket two small, black rubber cylinders about one
inch in diameter.
She licked the open end of each one and then licked my nipples. This was a
combination of
lickings, kissing and gently sucking. My God, I loved it.
But my moaning with pleasure was cut short when she squeezed the cylinders
to
evacuate the air inside, and then placed them around my nipples. The little
suction cups firmly
attached themselves to my areolae and sucked strongly and painfully on my
nipples. I cried
out but the sounds were of course muffled.
"We'll leave those on for a while," and she went to meet the first of her
guests, who
came bringing their bag lunches.
Chapter Five
When about ten or twelve of the nurses, aides and orderlies had arrived and
were
seated more or less in a circle around the room, Butch got up and the room
got quiet.
"I'd like to welcome you to one of our occasional luncheon shows. Most of
you know
Debbie over there and are aware that she put on quite a show yesterday
when, after arriving,
she managed to almost put two of us out of commission. This morning during
her exam by
Dr. Gonzales, she bit him rather severely to the point where he has
commanded that she never
appear before him again without something in her mouth besides her tongue
and teeth. She,
with a little help from me, was also found to have pubic lice. As you can
see, she now is
quite well deprived of hair in one nice area. But the doctor felt because
of her agitation and
lack of any cooperation, shaving her head would be next to impossible."
She went on, "Well, I'm going to show you one way of doing this. Also, I
want to
make sure she knows who the boss is and at the same time give her a chance
to use up some
of her energy. Near the end I'll give you a chance to join in the fun."
All I could think of was the aching in my arms and shoulders, and the fact
that no way
did I want my head shaved. But she had at one point been tender with me,
almost loving, and
she had said that the gag would be removed and my arms released.
Butch approached me and said, "First I am going to make Debbie more
attractive by
giving her a little jewelry. The little suction cups on her nipple areas
were preparation for
this." With that she pulled off the cups with a twist that hurt like hell.
Then she took from a box
on a nearby table, two little clamps joined by a 8-10 inch small chain.
I had seen pictures of nipple clamps in some of my exotic catalogs before
and had
wondered what they would feel like. But I also knew that the redness and
swelling of my
nipples from the cups meant that they were very sore already. This was
confirmed by the pain
I felt when she opened the clamps and carefully let them close on me. I
screamed into the gag
and twisted as much as possible. But I then realized that as long as she
did not move the
chain, the nipples were only very sore.
"Debbie, your breasts are beautiful and the little jewelry I have given you
so far adds
to that beauty." She smiled and lifted the chain up until it pulled on my
not so little buds. I
immediately went up on tiptoes to relieve the tension. "Guess when I lead
you my your chain
in a few minutes, you'll follow me." I nodded vigorously.
"Let's see if we can add a little something more and maybe get a little
music into the
show." There was a tinkle of little bells as she picked out of the box a
handful of little cords.
Each of these had a little bell on one end and a blunt nosed alligator clip
on the other. Quickly
she fixed these on me, one on each side of my breasts near the nipple
clams, and then two on
each side of my labia! I moaned and squirmed, but the crowning blow came
when she placed
the last of the clips right on my clitoris. I bucked and twisted but the
only result was a ringing of
the bells. The "audience" laughed and clamped.
"Well done, Elisa. Make her dance," came from the gathering. So that was
her real name - not Butch, I thought.
"Okay, Debbie, time to move. You want that cloth gag out don't you?" Butch,
or
Elisa said. With the help of her orderly, she unwrapped the leash from the
column and
unsnapped it from my collar, as the orderly released the body straps. She
however snapped
the leash onto my nipple chain and started towards the center of the room.
I stumbled after
her as quickly as the spreader bar between my ankles would permit. I was
led to the little
wood platform on which the chairs had been brought. I noted that there were
two rings about
two feet apart bolted through on one edge and that a wooden box was upside
down on the
platform away from the rings. Apparently they were going to have me sit on
the box.
But this was not the case. They brought me over to the edge with the rings,
removed
my spreader bar and attached my ankle cuffs to the rings. I was then pushed
forward, making
me fall into a kneeling position of the platform, facing the box.
Elisa said, "Now the first step in immobilizing her is to apply a high
collar. This is the
Franklin collar designed for trauma cases."
Of course I recognized it, and also recognized the feeling as it was placed
right over
my dog collar and rather severely tightened, stretching my neck farther
than I thought was
possible.
"Next, we will kindly remove her present gag and clean up her lower face."
As the cloth was removed, I found that I could again close my mouth and
move my
jaws. "You bitches; what are you doing to me. You're all cunts and
bastards."
Ignoring me, Elisa said, "Finally..." With that she lifted up the box
revealing a four inch rubber, rather fat dildo rising from the platform,
and held there my some type of snaps that could be released if they were
twisted 90 degrees. From each side of the base of the dildo came two broad
straps. She pushed my head forward and down as I yelled and fought her.
The orderly came up to help and I felt the ugly thing enter my mouth. I bit
down but they squeezed my nostrils together. When I gasped, the thing went
all the way in, reaching well into the back of mouth until my lips met the
straps, which were then fastened tightly behind my neck.
The combination of the neck collar and the dildo effectively meant that I
could not
move my head. And my ass was hanging out (although I could raise it). The
bells between
my thighs jingled as did those from my breasts. They had me. I still could
not accept the idea
that they were going to shave my head. It had taken me a long time to grow
nice hair after it
had been shaved before (that's another story). So I tried moving around. I
couldn't get the
dildo out of my mouth and any effort to tilt my head caused gagging. I did
find that I could
twist my body a little, moving my head on the axis of the thing in my
mouth, but Butch simply
grabbed the chain between my nipples and gave a little tug. I stopped
moving.
Out came the electric clippers and I could see the hair falling around my
head onto the
platform. She ran her hand over my resulting stubble and said, "That looks
terrible. Then she
lathered my scalp and produced a straight bladed razor which made short
work of the
remaining hair. Finally she applied some oil or wax which was polished
until my head
apparently shone. There was applause from the gathered staff.
"So that's how it's done. Now we are going to give Debbie a little relief
from her
stringent arm restraint and at the same time take her down a peg." I
couldn't figure out what
she meant but it didn't sound good.
She unbuckled the long straps from the tips of my gloves, unbent my poor
aching arms,
but immediately put straps around both wrists and elbows behind my back.
The long glove
straps were then pulled up, causing me to raise my buttocks. Finally, the
dildo and the
attaching straps were released from the platform, leaving me still very
gagged with the ugly
thing.
My ankle cuffs were freed from the platform rings and for the first time in
quite a
while I could move my legs as I wished. I was helped to my feet and
immediately began to
thrash around, but then felt my hands being raised by the straps which were
somehow attached
to a ceiling pulley arrangement. This caused me to bend forward until my
upper body was
parallel to the floor. The nipple chain and the little breast bells hung
straight down and there
was an immediate pull on my shoulders.
I couldn't for a minute see Elisa but then found her coming towards me with
a leather
"cat" in her hand. The first blow that landed on my behind wasn't more than
a caress, but I
still tried to jump and moved away until stopped by my arms. The ensuing
blows were of
increasing intensity. I couldn't believe what she was doing. She was
whipping me. As I
jumped and squirmed the bells jingled and pulled at my private parts.
Then I heard her say, "Debbie, we are now going to remove those little
bells." This
she did with her "cat", as she directed it across my breasts and then up
between my thighs.
Each site stung as the bells fell to the floor. She allowed the nipple
clamps to remain. By this
time I was crying for help and trying to demand that she stop.
"Well folks, that's about it. If you wish, you can give Debbie a few pats
as you
leave." And this they did, much to my discomfort.
When they had all left except the orderly, Elisa said, "Debbie I love your
shiny, bald
head and your red buns." With this she softly touched these areas. "As much
as I regret it, I
have to get you back to your room. Would you like the dildo out?"
I nodded vigorously and she said, "O.K., for a while but any yelling or
swearing will
result in a gag. And no talking. Understand?" Again I nodded.
She removed the thing from my mouth and I immediately said, "Water please."
This
resulted in a swat and I shut up. To the orderly she said, "Help me get her
glove straps
refastened." As they did this, bending my arms up across my back, I pleaded
for them to stop
but this only caused them to pull the straps tighter.
"Debbie, I guess you didn't hear me when I told you to be quiet." She asked
the
orderly to get a discipline helmet and he soon returned with a leather
hood. They placed this
over my head and I felt a pear gag affixed to the inside pushing on my
lips. I closed my
mouth tightly but again came the pinching of the nostrils, the gasping and
then the thing was
well into my mouth. "You'll learn," she said as the helmet was laced and
buckled around my
head and neck. There no eye holes and my hearing was reduced but not
eliminated. Then
came the ankle chain. I kicked once but didn't hit anything. Then I felt
myself lifted up and
put into some type of laundry hamper on wheels. My rear end sunk down into
the thing, but
my legs went up over the edge and my hips were markedly flexed, bringing my
breasts against
my thighs.
"Off we go, pretty one."
We made several turns but I really couldn't tell where I was. I assumed
from what she
had said that I was back in the tight room. Then the hamper was turned up
on its side and I
was unceremoniously dumped on he floor. I then was placed in a wooden
chair. A strap was
placed around my waist binding me to the back and my ankles were drawn up
under the seat.
"Debbie," I heard Elisa say, "I've got to go now and attend to my other
duties. I know
you are hungry and thirsty, but Dr. Gonzales said to force feed you. If I
objected he would
take me off your care all together. The other nurse will be in soon. I'll
try to visit you
tomorrow. Remember that in a day or so, you will be going to hydrotherapy.
I have several
friends there and that should be fun." She removed my nipple clamps as she
left and I yelped
as the blood returned to my tortured nipples.
Chapter Six
Some time passed as I sat there and tried to get my bound arms comfortable.
My rear
was hurting as were my nipples. I heard someone in the room.
A female voice said, "Time for breakfast and lunch, Debbie." My head was
pushed
back and held while a tube was inserted in the helmet hole over my right
nostril. With no
numbing spray, the tube hurt as it went in and made the turn into the back
of my mouth. Then
the tip was going down my throat. I knew I should swallow, but coughed
against the gag
instead. Soon however the tube found its way down my esophagus and into my
stomach. I
shook my head when it was released but was rewarded with a hard slap across
a breast.
I then couldn't tell what was happening but assumed they were putting some
type of
nutrient solution down the tube. All was quiet and I sure couldn't make
much noise. I was
worried about the fact that I was breathing now only through one nostril,
but it seemed to be
sufficient.
Hours seemed to pass. Where was every one. I longed for some attention but
didn't
want to be hurt. Maybe I slept a little for I sure was exhausted. Then I
heard a voice say,
"Here's your dinner, Debbie." But still I couldn't feel anything. Maybe I
did feel a little
fullness in my stomach. At one point I wet myself - naughty, naughty.
Then a voice said, "Time for bed." How I longed for a comfortable bed. But
instead I
was lifted out of the chair and dragged over to the grate in the corner of
the room. "Time to
peepee" and surprisingly I did go. "Good girl".
I rolled around the room and found that the chair apparently had been
removed. I tried
rubbing the face of the helmet against the floor but guessed that the tube
had been securely
taped of fastened in some way. Thumping my head against the door and wall
didn't do
anything except give me a headache. So I lay down and tried to sleep.
What had I accomplished in two days? Very little. I had managed to piss off
a good
portion of the staff. I had found that straight jackets were quieting. I
had discovered that
Elisa was a complex character with a blend of sadism, revenge and
lesbianism. And I had
realized that I was also a complicated person.
Chapter Seven
After "breakfast" the next morning, I decided to raise a little fuss. The
nurse or aide
was in the process of washing my body. My ankle cuffs still had the twelve
inch chain
between them but this was not fastened to the chair. When she stood me up
to wash my back
and rear end, I simply had diarrhea all over her hand, my legs and the
chair.
"Why you shitty bitch," were the words I heard.
Then I heard Elisa's voice, "What's going on?" The aide explained the mess
and Elisa
said, "Well, I'll take care of her. Go get washed up and bring me a whip."
I felt a leash snap onto my collar. In an attempt to avoid punishment, I
knelt down and
extended my helmeted head in the direction of her voice. I found her leg
and rubbed by head
against it.
"Debbie, right now that won't get you anywhere. Save it for later. Up on
your feet,
problem child."
With that I felt a tug on the leash and a whip lash across my buttocks.
Man, how it
hurt. I obediently followed the leashes lead, out into the corridor and
down the hall. After a
few more turns we apparently entered another room which seemed damp. I soon
found myself
astraddle a toilet seat. Even though I guessed what might happen, the
insertion of the rectal
tube still surprised me. It seemed large and I felt some type of interior
balloon being inflated.
Then came the rush of hot fluid.
"You're full of shit, Debbie, and I want you clean." I got uncomfortably
full, the tube
was removed, I defecated, and the whole process was repeated - not once but
twice.
"Now do you want out of those gloves," Butch asked. I nodded a yes. "Okay,
but no
struggling or hitting." Again I nodded. Blessedly my arms were released and
the gloves
removed. I was tempted to swing but decided not to tempt fate. My wrist
cuffs were fastened
together and were then dragged above my head by some rope or wire.
All of a sudden it came to me that I could be back in the shower room. I
tried to get
out of her grasp but could move only a few steps. My wrists were dragged
higher. Then I
felt the spreader bar being fastened between my ankles. I moaned against
the gag.
"Want the helmet off? Aren't I being kind?" Nods.
As soon as the thing was removed I started pleading. Then I tried saying
how nice she was being and thanked her.
"Debbie, you have to learn to behave and cooperate." With that she turned
the jet on and started working me over. The temperature of the water was
first ice cold and then very hot. Neither was pleasant. I was twisted and
turned, drowned and knocked of my feet.
Suddenly she stopped the jet and came over to me.
"Let's try something different." She pulled another rope off from the wall.
It too ran through a pulley in the ceiling. She tied the end to a ring in
the center of the ankle cross bar, went over to the wall and pushed a
button. The slack in the rope disappeared and then my feet were raised
about four feet off the floor.
Again the jet was activated. This time I spun over and over. I knew I
couldn't take much more. When she stopped the stream, I told her I was very
sorry for kicking her and making a fuss. No answer, just another push on
the button and my feet were higher than my wrists. Then my wrists were
released. I was swinging upside down, my hands fettered but free to swing
around together.
The jet this time was icy cold again. She seemed to delight in directing it
right at my shaven crotch where it stung and froze me. I yelled and
pleaded. Finally she stopped and approached me from the back. She gently
placed a hand right over my vaginal introitus.
"You're rather cool there. How about inside?" A finger went into me. I
raised my hands to hers. "No, down with the hands." I obeyed as she
proceeded to start me towards a real frenzy. "You like it even upside down,
don't you? Say it," as she played with me.
"No. Stop, please," I begged but it didn't sound convincing.
I couldn't believe it when she bent forward and tongued my clitoris. It was
all it took.
Quickly I was rocking my pelvis on her inserted fingers and soon burst into
a wonderful climax.
She lowered me to the floor and kissed me very briefly. "Going to obey me
now?"
"Yes," was all I could say. I was dead tired from the water and the sexual
experience.
"Say, Yes Elisa."
"Yes, Elisa. Thank you."
She smiled and said, "Okay, what's it going to be. The sleeves or the
straight jacket.
One or the other."
"The straight jacket please," I replied. It was far more comfortable.
"Tight or loose?" she smiled.
"Tight, please."
Elisa went over to a cabinet and returned with the jacket. Although it was
made like
my first, the material was black. I held out my arms and immediately
realized that it was
heavy rubber, shaped for the female body.
"I designed this myself," she said as she started the lacing at the hip
level. When she got to my waist, she reached inside and guided my breasts
into two holes somewhat smaller in diameter than the circumference of my
breasts. Here there were two layers of the rubber, the outer layer being
rather thin. As the lacing continued, my breasts were forced out thru the
holes causing the thin layer to stretch. My nipples were hard and clearly
visible through the material.
After the lacing came the straps which were of leather. She had me lie down
on my stomach so that she could put a foot on my back and pull with all her
strength on the straps. I could barely get my breath.
"Tight enough?"
"Yes, mistress." I gasped. Had I really said that. "I mean, Elisa."
She laughed and said "Whatever, but don't think for a minute that I am
going to be easy on you." With that she pulled my arms through the side
loops and buckled them in back.
Instead of two crotch loops I looked down to see one broad one.
Elisa went over to the cabinet and returned with not one but two of the
rubber dildos.
These were longer than the one used as a gag.
"No, please don't," I pleaded.
"Yes, Debbie. One will cure you of shitting on the nurses. The other will
make you think of me." With that she threaded the base of the dildos onto
the strap, and had me bend up and abduct my thighs so she could insert
them. The strap was buckled tightly onto the lower part of my jacket and
the ankle spreader was replaced with the short chain.
"Now Debbie, I want you to go out in front of me. I will tell you where to
turn. I am taking you back to your tight room for the night. Then tomorrow,
providing you have been good, I will be transferring you to a small ward
with other women for one or two days. I want you always to obey me. If you
give me trouble, expect something in return. With the nurses and orderlies,
I want you to struggle and give them a hard time occasionally, but nothing
real bad. Understand?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Elisa."
Chapter Eight
Back in the tight room, I sat in the corner doing very little until dinner
came. Again this was in the dog dish. I decided to try to eat for I did
want to keep up my strength. This time the eating went a little better,
although the stuff was not appealing. I also managed to slurp up some
fluid.
The aide came in, congratulated me on eating my meal and washed off the
mess on my face. She also washed my shaven head, probably just for the fun
of it. Then, pulling on the strap running between my legs and causing both
dildos to move in their orifices, she said, "Comfy down there? Sorry it is
rather warm in here, Guess that outfit of yours will be hot before morning.
Have a good night." I just glared at her.
A little later I did manage to urinate past the dildo without getting too
wet. Then, I lay on my back and tried to get comfortable. In fact the heavy
rubber jacket was hot. I realized I was sweating. Maybe the sweat would act
as a lubricant and allow me to get my arms out.
But no matter how I twisted and pulled, effective movement of my arms was
impossible. All I did was make my self hotter. I also was aware of some
stimulation from the vaginal dildo.
But neither in the prone or supine positions could I really get any real
satisfaction.
Finally I guess I fell asleep on my stomach....for the next thing I knew,
someone was forcing a pear gag into my mouth which quickly silenced my
yell. The room was dark and I couldn't see who was sitting on my back,
buckling the gag strap. Then some type of loose hood was put over my head
and tied around my neck.
"There, you bitch. That will hold you, and I know you can't get out of that
jacket,"
came a quiet male voice that I didn't recognize. He rolled me over onto my
back and began to fondle my breasts through the thin covering. My nipples
were not spared.
I moaned and kicked as much as the ankle chain would allow, but heard
nothing more than a soft laugh from him. Then his fingers were loosening
the crotch strap and pulling out the dildos. I could then feel him lying
beside me, his fingers playing a tune on my clitoris and labia. I heard his
belt buckle hit the floor mat and he was then lying on top of me! He was
going to rape me!! I brought my thighs tightly together but he proceeded to
pry his hand down to where he could get a couple of fingers into me. As I
tried to push myself up and away, his knees went between mine and I could
feel his erect penis touching me.
God, he was going to succeed. Then he gasped and moaned as I felt him come
all over my thighs. It was over before it was started. The poor bastard had
premature ejaculation. I laughed into my gag and was rewarded by a hard
slap across my hooded face and then a kick in my ribs. The door shut
softly.
The next morning, the nurse bringing in breakfast took one look at me and
easily put two and two together. She removed the hood and gag, and said,
"You poor thing. Who did it?"
"Thanks for your sympathy, but I really can't tell you much except it was a
man. I suspect it was the orderly I kicked the first day but can't be sure.
In any case I don't think he got much satisfaction. I know I didn't." She
just looked at me.
"Well, Elisa will be upset. She wanted you to have a good night."
In mid-morning, Elisa appeared. I guess she talked with the nurse or
reviewed whatever went into the nurse's record.
"Did you encourage him?" was her first question. I couldn't believe it.
Here I was essentially raped and she was blaming me. "Well, did you?"
"Of course not. Why, are you jealous?" I retorted.
With that she rolled me over and proceeded to whack the hell out of my
buttocks..but since she used her hand, it really wasn't too bad so I just
grinned and said, "Thank you,
Butch."
"Debbie, don't push me. Well, it probably wasn't your fault, so let's get
you out of
my pet jacket. Remember, no funny stuff."
As the straight jacket was removed, I looked down on my sweaty body. My
breasts
were a little swollen from being through the holes. Elisa sprayed some
alcohol based lotion on
me and rather roughly toweled me off. It felt good and I was soon glowing
from the solution.
She then gave me a short, gray shift to put on - my first clothing in days.
How many had
passed I could not immediately remember. The shift came down to my pubis
leaving my
crotch exposed but was better than nothing.
"Now I have a nice leather belt that matches your two inch collar." The
belt fastened
with a buckle which could be locked. There were rings on each side and a
chain dangled from
the rear. My wrist cuffs were attached with short chains to the rings and
the belt chain was
brought between my thighs, up oven the belt in front and then back to be
attached tightly to
the back. The two strands of chain running through my crotch were
uncomfortable, but she
observed, "That will make it difficult for the next man that wants to get a
piece of you. Off
we go."
The four bed ward where I was taken was rather simple. The beds ran down
one side
and there were heavy wooden chairs with arm rests between the beds. The
windows were
barred but some sunshine came into the room. There were three female
patients in the first
three chairs. They quietly looked at me when we entered. All were held in
the chairs by
some type of restraint. The first patients arms were simply cuffed to the
chair arms. The
second had some type of broad canvas band around her lower chest. The third
was wearing what appeared to be a football helmet and her hands were cuffed
behind the chair.
"What's the helmet for?" I whispered to Elisa.
"Well she probably tried to commit suicide by slamming her head into
something. You know, that occasionally works."
As I was led down to the fourth chair, we were joined my an attractive
nurse a little older than I. Elisa said, "Maria, this is Debbie. Debbie,
meet my friend Maria who is going to take care of you until your time in
hydrotherapy."
"Oh yes, the trouble maker. I was sorry to miss your show yesterday, Elisa.
I heard it was great. Poor thing doesn't have much hair left."
"No, but she is cute that way," Elisa replied. "Maybe you also heard what
happened to
her during the night. I think I know who's responsible and I am going to do
my best to get
him fired. Anyway, keep a close eye on her. She's clever, strong and can be
a real pain. My breast still is not normal."
I was placed in the chair, my collar was attached to the back chair risers
and the ankle chain was drawn up beneath the seat and fastened so that my
feet were off the floor. I wasn't going anywhere.
When Maria was looking the other way, Elisa reached down and caressed a
nipple
quickly bringing it to attention. "Have a good day, and think of me,
Debbie." With that she left.
Maria soon came back and said, "Debbie, please try to cooperate with us.
You will get your meals in that chair and will find that the wrist chains
will allow you to transfer food to your mouth. We can't allow you to have a
fork or spoon. If you throw food, you will be force fed and I understand
you know what this means. If you have to urinate or defecate, we will give
you a bedpan, but if you don't call us for a pan, nappies and you'll be
sorry. Finally, no talking, yelling or screaming at night. Understand?" I
nodded.
After she left, I tried to talk to the other three women. Only one replied.

"I am Queen Isabella and don't talk to commoners." End of conversation.
The others seemed almost zonked out, but I knew this was unlikely to be
from
medications. Before Maria went off duty, I asked her about their almost
catatonic state. She
replied, "Those two are getting electroshock therapy."
I sure was happy that Dr. Gonzales had made a point of not allowing this on
me. The
rest of the day passed uneventfully. I was restless and wanted to do
something, but there was
nothing to do but look at the others and try to see out the windows. I
reviewed the little I had
learned about physical means of mental therapy and thought it didn't have
much to offer so
far. The straight jackets did have a calming effect after exhaustion set in
from trying to
escape. And I suppose that the control enforced by the nurses and orderlies
might be
therapeutic, but the control came from the threat of punishment and pain.
I found myself wondering what the hydrotherapy would be like.
Chapter Nine
The rest of the day went slowly. I did manage to eat dinner although the
chains made
it a struggle. Later after using the bedpan, I was ordered to lie down on
the bed. A blanket
was thrown over me and then a canvas restraining sheet. This had a hole for
my head but
otherwise covered me completely. It was fastened to the bed frame at
numerous places and I
realized that with my wrists bound to my belt by the short chains, it would
be difficult to get
loose. I decided not to try. The bed felt good and I was soon fast asleep.
When morning came, my back was tired from lying in one position all night
but
otherwise I was raring to go. I was led to the bathroom where a young
nurses aide gave me a
washcloth to use and then washed my legs and back since I couldn't reach
them. I began to
feel almost human. Breakfast was edible but not much more.
After eating I noticed that the aide gave the other three patients a chance
to walk a
little, and then it was my turn. On the spur of the moment, I decided to
make a dash out of
the room. Perhaps I could learn a little more about the hospital for I
really had not seen much
of it. So I pushed suddenly against the aide sending her sprawling and went
for the open ward
door as she yelled for help.
As I reached the doorway I essentially collided with Elisa who was on her
way in. She
easily grabbed me and said, "Going somewhere?"
"Just out for a little exercise," I joked as I was also grabbed by the aide
who was
embarrassed by my very brief escape.
"I'm sorry nurse. I didn't think she would do that."
"Relax," Elisa said, "Debbie is full of tricks and you will learn never to
trust her or
patients like her. Debbie, since you want a little exercise, I think we can
oblige."
To the aide she said, "Tell your nurse that I will take care of Debbie for
the day and
will have her back by dinner tonight."
Frightened by the sound of things I said, "Elisa, I'm sorry. I'll behave."
"You're right you will." She snapped a lease on my collar and led me out
into the
corridor, up some stairs and then into a room that looked like a small
gymnasium. There were
numerous exercise machines of various types. Some had weights and bars for
lifting and there
was some type of treadmill. It was to this that I was led. It had the usual
moving floor belt
and horizontal bars along each side at about waist level. However there
were also side panels
from the bars to the edge of the mat and a similar front panel. In addition
an inverted u-
shaped bar went from the midpoints of the horizontal bars over the top of
the apparatus.
Elisa placed me in the standing position on the treadmill and my wrist
cuffs were
attached to two rings that encircled the vertical portions of the inverted
"u". She then
unsnapped the leash and removed the chain linking my ankles.
"Debbie, I think you will enjoy this. In a minute I am going to turn the
machine on and
you can have a little walk and run. If you get tired, I am sure you can
figure out a way to rest
your legs. Sorry that it is a little warm in here. Oh, the pace of the
machine is set to change in a
rather random way." With that she flicked a switch. I stumbled but then
found I could easily
walk at the pace of the moving belt that formed the floor.
I noted that there were no places to the sides of the moving belt on which
to rest your
feet like I had seen on previous exercise machines for the side panels were
too close. So, how
could I rest if I got tired. My hands were grasping the side rails and I
realized that I could
push down and lift my feet off the moving belt. I tried this and it worked
but my shoulders
began to tire so I was walking again. I also caught on to the fact that I
could slide my wrists
and the rings upwards to the top of the "u" and pull myself up using my
biceps. This
shouldn't be too bad.
After a little more walking, the treadmill began to speed up. Soon I was
jogging. I
was in pretty good condition but after awhile I was panting a little and
sweating. Elisa
meanwhile had left the room. With a further increase in speed, I found
myself running and
wondered how long I could keep up. My bare feet were hurting a little and
the shift I was
wearing was now drenched and clinging. I rested by pushing down to raise my
feet for a
minute or so, staring at the rapidly moving belt, but found I could not
hold this very long.
More running and then the belt slowed down to a walk. Maybe it was going to
stop. No such
luck.
With more running, I found myself quite short of breath and pulled myself
up as if I
was chinning myself, but this also was tiring. More running. Then I
realized that I could
hoist myself by pushing down and then swing my legs forwards, out and over
the horizontal
bars. With my weight on my legs and my hands, I could get a little more
rest.
Elisa returned and went to the front of the machine. She could from that
position stare
at my shaven perineum. She grinned and said, "Oh, pretty Debbie. Are you
showing me
something?"
"No," I said and began running again. She simply waited and watched me go
through
all my efforts again....and again. I began to detest her but realized I
would soon collapse.
What then? Would she let me fall and have my knees and legs sandpapered my
the moving
mat?
"Would you like a drink of water, Debbie?" She raised a bottle with a straw
to my
mouth and I quenched my thirst.
"Thanks, but I would like to stop for awhile. I have had enough exercise."
"Not yet, pretty little bitch." More running, lifting, pulling up, leg
resting, etc.
followed.
After what seemed like two hours, she turned the switch off. I stood there
trying to get
my breath and then knelt on the mat. "Thank you," I fervently said. She
released my wrists
from the rings and led me over to a bench where I sat down, grateful for
the chance to rest.
"Debbie, take off that sweaty shift. It really wasn't hiding anything." I
complied.
"And you know you really are rather pale. Don't you get any sun where you
come from?
How about a little ultraviolet tanning?"
At least this sound like something relaxing. She had me follow her over to
a machine
that looked like a very large cylinder, oriented horizontally. It was
hinged lengthwise and was
open disclosing multiple long light bulbs on the inside. There was some
type of apparatus on
each end, with a long platform between. I was commanded to lie down after
which my wrists
were attached to a crossbar in the apparatus on one end, and my ankles to a
bar on the other
end. She pushed a button on the control panel and the two bars began moving
away from each
other putting tension on my extremities and body. Because of the location
of the bars, this had
caused me to be lifted up off the platform which Elisa then removed. I was
swaying in the
breeze, suspended by wrists and ankles.
Elisa then covered my eyes with little cups which she taped in position.
Although I
couldn't see, I heard the cylinder close with a clang and so afterwards
felt myself getting
rapidly warm. Presumably Elisa had turned on the bulbs wich were both
ultraviolet and
infrared. Then the crossbars began to rotate so that I was turned from face
up to face down to
face up and so forth. It was like I was on a roasting spit.
I became hotter and hotter and it felt like my arms were being pulled from
their
sockets. "Please, Elisa, enough. You're cooking me."
"No, another half hour should do it."
"No, that's too long. Please," but I got no reply.
When I thought I would faint, I suddenly felt cool air and then I was
lowered onto the
platform.
"Now you are nice and pink. A few days like this and you will have a
beautiful tan
with no pale areas," Elisa said. "How about some lunch?" The restraining
belt and chains
went back on.
After lunch it was another session on the treadmill. I resisted this and
was awarded a
few swats. This time she took me to the point where I actually fell and
scraped one knee. She
didn't seem particularly sympathetic.
"Well you can rest in the sauna," and with that she pushed me into a
slightly darkened,
very hot room with wooden benches. The wrist chains had been removed -
"They get too hot
in the sauna" - and the cuffs were simply tied together behind me. I was
surprised when Elisa
took off her uniform, bra and rather skimpy panties, joining me on the
bench where I sat.
From a bottle she poured some oily lotion into her hand and began to softly
coat me from the
top of my bare head to my toes. It became increasingly more sensual and
arousing. She had
me stand so that she could coat between my thighs and in my crevice. God,
it felt good.
Next she stood up and applied the lotion to her own big breasts (one still
showing the
black and blue discoloration). Pulling me to her, our breasts met and slid
from side to side.
She brought her lips closer and closer to mine. I was aroused and
embarrassed. I had
wondered what this would be like but had never done it. We kissed and I
found myself
responding hungrily. Her hands were all over me and she forced me back
until I was lying on
a broad wooden step. The sweat, lotion and my own juices made the
penetration of her
fingers into my vagina an easy passage. It didn't take long for her to
bring me to a climax.
We lay together for a few minutes and then she led me out to a large vat of
water. She
turned me so that my rump was against the rim and then simply pushed me
back over the edge
and into the icy water. The shock was instantaneous. I righted myself and
got my head above
water as she joined my in the vat. I tried to get out but she pulled me
back and roughed up
my breasts.
"Debbie, you don't know how fun you are. Lord, I wish I could be with you
tomorrow down in hydro."
Chapter Ten
After a peaceful night in my bed covered with the canvas, I was given
breakfast and
then an orderly came with a gurney. He was joined by Maria and the nurses
aide. Although I
struggled, the three of them soon had me on the thing, my wrists and ankles
attached to the
side rails and three straps across my chest, pelvis and knees.
Maria said, "Have fun, Debbie. You'll come back a much nicer person."
Going down the corridor I decided to give them a hard time by yelling,
"Where are you
taking me, you bastards. You're going to kill me, I know." I followed this
with a series of
obscenities that began to disturb everyone in the hallways including the
orderly. By the time
we reached our destination, he was mad and immediately told the
hydrotherapy crew what he
thought of me. The result was an immediate pear gag strapped tightly around
my face.
The hydrotherapy unit consisted of a receiving area and then several rooms.
I could
see tubs, pipes, lifts of various sorts, large piles of sheets and
coverings and other things that I
couldn't appreciate in the short time it took to get me into one of the
rooms. One of the nurses
came in and briefly read my chart.
"Well, Debbie, we are going to be kind to you and see how you respond," she
said.
"We will using a low level pack."
I didn't know what she meant but it didn't sound too bad. I tried to ask
her how long I
would be in the pack, but my words were very muffled and unintelligible.
She began taking
folded, wet sheets from a large container and arranged them on a mat which
lay on a large
board that, in turn, covered what appeared to be a tub. Some of the sheets
covered most of the
mat while others came about 2/3rds of the way from the bottom and two only
came 1/3rd of
the way.
The orderly and the nurse then transferred me over onto the wet sheets,
taking care to
keep me well restrained in the process. My wrists were pulled over my head
and fastened to a
ring at the top of the board. The orderly held down my knees as I struggled
a bit. Then the
nurse started with the short sheets. The top one was wrapped over one leg
up to my crotch
and shoved under the other leg and thigh. The second was wrapped around
both lower
extremities. Then, working with the higher sheets, she wrapped me from my
arm pits to my
toes. As she did this I was rolled from side to side as each sheet was
pulled as tightly as
possible. Then my arms were placed at my sides and sheets were placed over
each one and
under my body. I immediately tried to bring my arms forward but the sheets
prevented this.
Finally, The long sheets were wrapped tightly around me from my neck down.
I must have
looked a little like a mummy.
With a grunt the orderly lifted me off the mat and the nurse slid the mat
and board off
the tub which was already about 15 inches deep and already filled with
water. He slowly
lowered me into the water but still water lapped over the edge.
"Comfortable, Debbie?" the nurse said. "The water temperature is about the
same as
your body temperature, so you shouldn't mind that. Now we are going to get
you a little more
secure." With that she placed a canvas cover over the tub, allowing my head
to protrude
through a hole which was then fastened around my neck below my collar. The
edges of the
canvas were then laced to the edge of the tub. The covering served to keep
my head up out of
the water.
"I'll give you a little water later on. If you have to urinate, go ahead
for water will be
constantly running at a slow rate in and out of the tub. Just don't poop.
Have fun."
With that they left me. By now the water had seeped through the layers and
was quite
pleasant. So this was the "tank". It sort of disappointed me and I decided
to see how much I
could move. I found that I could wiggle my toes and fingers a little and
could actually bend
my knees and hips an inch or so. I could not move my arms forward at all. I
tried twisting
and felt my body turn a little for my body was buoyed up somewhat by the
water.
The twisting seemed to loosen my arms a little. I still couldn't move them
forward but
found I could move them backward more than before. Just maybe I could get
out of this. I
set to work, flexing various joints as well as twisting. Progress was slow
or absent and after
awhile I realized that I was tired. Giving in to the restraint I snoozed
until the nurse wakened me
by taking out my gag.
"Listen, you bitch, I want to get out of here," I screamed.
"Debbie, that's not nice," was her reply as she inserted a different gag.
This one had a
hole though it with a fitting on the outside to which she attached a tube.
She connected the
other end to a bottle of milky fluid. "This will give you fluid and some
calories. You could
have had a luncheon meal if you had not made so much noise."
As she opened the tubing, the fluid started to fill my mouth. Happily the
rate was such
that I could keep up with it by swallowing fairly rapidly. She left me
drinking my lunch. By
the time the bottle was empty, I was full as was my bladder. Oh well. I
urinated but couldn't
sense any change in temperature between my thighs. Guess the water was in
fact at body
temp.
Then I really began working at loosening the sheets. Probably an hour later
I was
finally able to swing a forearm out from under a sheet. By remembering how
the sheets were
wrapped, I pulled and tugged until the other arm was loose. I worked my
hands up towards
my neck. It took a bit of doing to get them past my breasts and this made
my nipples come to
life. However, I didn't stop to play with them.
When I reached my neck area. I thought I might not be able to go further.
But why not
see if I could rip the inner sheet? This worked! Little by little I tore
one sheet and then the next.
Soon I was really making progress. When my arms were finally outside the
sheets but
still under the canvas, I began to wonder how I was going to loosen or
break the lacing that
attached it to the tub. No matter what I tried, I just could rip or break
the canvas or the edge
bindings.
Frustrated, I decided to really make a mess. So I proceed to gradually tear
up all the
sheets into thin strips. As an encore, I shit right into the water.
About this time the nurse returned and said, "Well Debbie, the afternoon is
almost over
and we have to get you out of that water before you really get
water-logged." She wrinkled
her nose and continued, "Do I smell something? Debbie, you didn't, did
you?"
She called for an orderly who grabbled my wrists as she removed the canvas.
"Fasten
her right there," she ordered. "Wrist and ankle cuffs." She opened the
drain and watched the
water run out. "Bring some buckets of water from the "B" tub in the next
room."
When he turned, a bucket in each hand. She said, "Be my guest." With that,
he started
pouring the water all over me. I gasped as I realized that the water was
ice cold. In fact it
had ice cubes in it! The gag kept me from screaming but I still made a fair
amount of noise.
She laughed and simply said, "More." This went on until I was shaking and
shivering. They
stopped when they judged me to be clean again.
"And look what you did to the sheets. You are really going to be sorry.
Instead of
going back to your little ward, you'll spend it in your favorite dog cage."
She ignored the
shaking of my head.
The orderly released my wrists from the tub but quickly fastened them
behind me. My
ankle cuffs were hooked together and I was unceremoniously pulled out of
the tub and dumped
on the floor. The orderly left for the cage and the nurse said, " You just
might slide those
hands of yours down over your feet. We can't have that." She took a short
chain from a
cabinet and hauled my wrists up towards my neck. The chain was then
fastened to a ring on
my collar. She led the chain down under the wrist cuff linkage and then
back up to the collar.
Pulling on the chain as she attached it, my wrists were severely drawn
upwards and I
immediately felt the strain on my arms and shoulders.
I tried to say please as they pushed me into the small cage and locked the
door. "No
supper for you, young lady. And tomorrow you will find out what a real, top
level wet pack
can be like. In fact, it won't just be tomorrow. Probably we will leave you
in it for a few
days. It's a lot of work for us by I am going to enjoy making you
miserable. I am sure Dr.
Gonzales will okay the order." After pushing the cage into a storeroom,
they turned out the
lights and left me, despite my moans.
Chapter Eleven
I spent a very restless and uncomfortable night. It took me awhile to get
warmed up
but mainly the problem was trying to get comfortable. I could not stretch
out and turning
from side to side took effort. My mouth was dry from air coming in through
the hole in the
gag and my arms ached from being pulled up onto my shoulder blades. I must
have slept a
little much certainly not much.
When the morning workers arrived they came in and out of the storeroom
essentially
ignoring me. Then the nurse who had threatened me the day before entered
and said, "Okay
Debbie, now it's your turn." She opened the door to my cage and snapped a
leash onto my
collar. An orderly appeared and helped the nurse drag me out of the room
and into a
bathroom area. I was forced to kneel in a shower stall that had rings in
the wall at various
levels. Short chains were placed between rings on my collar and rings about
three feet up
from the floor on the walls. This more or less immobilized my head and neck
and kept me in
the kneeling position.
A bottle of solution was hung above my head and a tube was run from the
bottle to my
gag. Soon the fluid was running into my mouth forcing me to swallow. The
fluid was sort of
salty but not too bad.
"Debbie, this will take care of your fluid requirements, give you some
calories and,
most importantly, will act as a strong cathartic. We are not going to give
you the chance of
defecating in your pack today."
Soon I was having watery diarrhea with cramps. Periodically the nurse or
the orderly
would flush out the shower stall with water from a hose an also use the
stream to wash my
crotch and behind. When all the fluid had run into me and when the diarrhea
had largely
subsided, I was placed facing the wall on a toilet, my legs fastened to the
bowl on each side
and my collar attached to a ring in front of me. Next I felt a large plug
being inserted in my rectum. I cried out from the sudden pain of the
dilation. My anal sphincter closed on the outside neck of the thing. I
tried in vain to expel it. Then I felt enema fluid running into me,
apparently thru the plug.
I groaned as the pressure increased in my belly. How much they gave me I
had no way
of knowing. Finally the plug was roughly pulled out and I gushed into the
toilet.
"Guess you're pretty well cleaned out," said the nurse.
With the orderly's help I was taken to a hydrotherapy room larger than the
one used
yesterday. This had more than one tub and these were deeper. A lifting
apparatus was also
present. My first stop was a bed on which lay a frame, about 10 x 3 feet.
My wrist and ankle
cuffs were attached to the corners of this frame, putting a little tension
on my extremities.
Then the nurse washed my vaginal area with some cold fluid and inserted a
Foley catheter into
my bladder. Urine immediately began to flow into the attached tubing.
"Debbie, unlike yesterday, your head today will be under water from time to
time. In
fact, most of the time. So we are going to place a special breathing device
in your mouth.
Open up," the nurse said as she removed the gag. The new thing looked like
a diver's
mouthpiece, with two tubes attached. There was a part that went between my
teeth, a flange
between my teeth and my lips, and then an outer flange. Although I fought
against them, the
orderly roughly pushed my cheeks against my teeth and when I opened to
yell, into my mouth
went the thing. It was secured in position by multiple strips of elastic
tape.
Then a feeding tube was introduced through one nostril and down into my
stomach. I
had learned to swallow this and only gagged a little. Some type of gummy
ointment was then
squirted into both nostrils and into my ear canals. It seemed to gel or
become fairly firm
rather rapidly and I noted that my hearing was markedly reduced. Finally,
the nurse took a
large roll of the elastic tape and said, "This works better than a
discipline helmet." Around
and around my head the tape was wrapped. Some of the layers went over the
top of my
shaven head and others went under my chin. Now I couldn't see a thing, I
could hear little
and could only taste the rubber coating on the mouthpiece. What next?
The frame was suddenly raised off the bed pulling me up by wrists and
ankles. Then I
was being submerged into lukewarm water. I had anticipated a bed and cold
sheets. But the
sheets soon came. First, my arms were wrapped. I was amazed at the
tightness and the
number of layers. Something rather rigid like a splint was incorporated in
the wrappings and I
could feel my hands and fingers being bound until they were cone-shaped
along the chain that
ran to the frame. In a similar way sheets were wrapped around my lower
extremities with my
toes pointed severely toward the foot of the frame. Next came my body. How
many sheets
and layers I had no way of knowing. My poor breasts were flattened against
me. Apparently
my ankle chains or ropes were released for I felt them move my lower
extremities together.
Something then went around them, probably a strap or some type of wrapping.
Also my arms
were moved down to my sides where they were fastened in position somehow.
As more sheets were wrapped around my entire body I began to struggle
harder for I
realized that I was now unable to move anything except perhaps my head a
little. Even this
movement became impossible when something rather rigid went around my neck.
Then more
wrappings around my head, neck and trunk.
I sensed that I was being raised out of the tank and placed on a bed or mat
for I could
feel a little pressure on my back and buttocks. There was some pushing and
rolling on the
sheets, perhaps to push out any excess water, and then something more was
fastened around
me from head to toe. The pressure on my entire body was increased until I
wondered whether
I would be able to breathe.
After a minute or so, I began to feel ice cold water seeping through the
many layers
and soon I was shivering. I realized that I had to get out and started
moaning in case they
could hear me through the breathing tubes. But this didn't make much sense
and even if they
heard me they would probably only laugh.
When I was thoroughly chilled, I sensed that I was now in warm or hot
water. Had I
been moved without knowing it? There was no way of knowing. I began to
panic as I
realized that I was completely immobile and if something happened to cut
off my air, no one
would know. Even if they did, they could not get be out of this horrible
pack in time. I
systematically tried to move every joint from my neck down. Nothing gave
way. My God,
how long would they keep me like this? I struggled harder to no avail. I
felt very hot and
decided I wasn't getting enough air through the tubes. I fought with all my
strength.
On top of everything I couldn't see or hear anything. I breathed out
forcibly and
maybe I heard this a little. I just couldn't do anything....and I started
to cry. No, I wasn't
going to give in to them. I concentrated on thinking about being held
tightly by a man, unable
to resist anything he did to me. There was an awakening in my nipples and
clitoris. Then I
was thinking of Elisa and this stimulated me further. But no matter what I
thought of, it was
not enough.
So I simply gave up. Perhaps this was how these packs worked. I sensed that
I was
tired and perhaps was falling asleep when the water turned ice cold again
and soon I was
shivering and struggling.
These cycles went on and on. I'm sure I slept a little but I had no idea of
time. I
couldn't even figure out how long I had been in the hospital. If several
more days had passed,
maybe Dr. Morales would be coming soon. Didn't he say 10 to 14 days? Let's
hope he said
7 -10 days.
Chapter Twelve
I awoke feeling exhausted but became aware of the fact that I was being
unwrapped.
When they got down to my taped head and while the rest of me was still very
much immobile
from the rest of the sheets, the tape was peeled off exposing my face.
Suddenly the light in
the room was blinding me and the mouthpiece was removed.
Looking down at me was Elisa who said, "I just wanted to see your face and
bald head,
and make sure you were having fun."
"Elisa, you look good too. I'll never wonder about a pack again in my life.
I'm not
sure I'll be able to walk when you finish getting me out of this. Please
hurry," I begged.
"Oh, your going back in. You've only been in this pack two days."
I screamed, "Noooooooo..." as the mouthpiece went back in and the tape went
around
my head. I couldn't believe how cruel she was. Soon I was completely
mummified and back
enjoying the cycles of cold and hot, struggling and relaxing from
exhaustion. Maybe I was
going to die. At least then I wouldn't know anything.
Hours and hours later, perhaps even days, they really did unwrap me. My
skin was
oiled and powdered and all the tubes were removed. The collar was still
locked around my
neck and my wrists and ankles were still in cuffs. I made no resistence as
I was led back to
my little ward where I was given a gown to wrap around me. A meal was
offered but all I
wanted to do was lie on my bed. I even helped them attach the chain to my
collar.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning I was awakened by Maria who helped me wash up and placed
me in
the bedside chair for breakfast. Although my wrists were connected by a
short chain, this was
not attached to any belt nor were my ankles linked in any way. I guess I
looked exhausted,
and I was. I just didn't seem to have any fight left in me. As before, my
roommates were
unable or unwilling to converse with me and I was left to my own thinking.
Basically I thought I had little more to learn from the place, and had no
desire to try
any more packs, showers or straight jackets. I would like to see a little
more of the hospital
but also wanted to get out of the place. Perhaps I would have an
opportunity to just walk out
of the ward, or perhaps Elisa would be willing to show me around. I doubted
that she would
but there was no harm in asking.
Unfortunately, Elisa didn't come to visit all that day. That evening after
the aide went
out with the supper dishes (they still wouldn't allow any utensils) I found
myself sitting there
unfettered and unattended. I simply got up and walked out into the
corridor. I passed another
ward similar to the one I had just left, a couple of utility rooms and a
small kitchen. Then
there was a stairway but the door was locked.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. I sprinted for the end of the corridor where
there was an
exit sign but that door was also locked. I opened a nearby door and found
myself in a small
storeroom. Quickly closing the door, I found myself in darkness and groped
my way into a
corner behind some type of barrel. Maybe they wouldn't find me.
However, it wasn't long before the door opened and the lights came on.
"I don't see her in here," a male voice said.
"Well, she couldn't have left the floor," came a reply. "Make sure she
isn't in there
hiding."
As they entered the room, I started throwing anything and everything I
could lay my
hands on. They immediately retreated and closed the door. Now what? It
didn't take long to
get the answer. When the door again opened, there were two orderlies and
one nurse looking
not at all happy. I looked for the net that had captured me before but
didn't see one. As I
picked up a bedpan to throw, I felt a sudden sting on my abdomen. Looking
down I could see
some type of dart hanging out from my gown. I grabbed it and withdrew it
from my flesh.
Meanwhile they had simply closed the door again. I tried the door knob but
found they had
locked me in.
Within a few minutes I was feeling faint and realized I was going to fall
down. I
guessed the dart was some type of tranquilizer.....
.....I awoke to find myself back in the ward, spreadeagled and gagged on my
bed.
Chains fastened my cuffs to the corners of the bedframe. Elisa sat on the
edge of the bed,
gently washing my face.
"Debbie, Debbie. When are you going to learn? Now, I don't know what Dr.
Gonzales will order for you. After the hydrotherapy, I thought he might
release you to a big
ward with privileges. Well, get some sleep. Unfortunately he was notified
and said he would
see you in the morning," she said.
Chapter Fourteen
I awoke to the sounds of breakfast for the others but none for me. Maria
came by and
said, "Dr. Gonzales just called and wanted to make sure you were thoroughly
restrained and
gagged. I told him where you were and that you were well chained with a
pear gag. He
wanted tape added, so here we go."
With that she began wrapping the horrible elastic bandage around my entire
lower
head, muffling my groans. As she was finishing, Dr. Gonzales appeared with
an orderly and
some type of nursing supervisor.
"Are you sure she can't get loose?" was his first question. "While I review
her chart I
want you to get a blood specimen for AIDS. Just look at my hand."
Despite the fact that multiple days had passed since I bit him, the hand
was still very
swollen and bandaged. "She could have any type of infection," he added.
"And from her little
attempt to escape yesterday, she still is obviously agitated, paranoid and
difficult to control.
Well, schedule her for a series of five electroshock treatments."
I looked at him in disbelief and screamed into the gag and tape.
Maria said, "I thought that Dr. Morales had specified no electroshock."
The reply from Dr. Gonzales was, "Didn't you hear? Dr. Morales had a sudden
heart
attack two days ago and died. So his orders no longer apply. Besides, if he
knew about her
behavior here, he would agree. In fact, I don't know why he didn't or shock
therapy to begin
with. It will give me considerable pleasure to start her immediately."
As the import of his words sank in, I struggled against my bonds and
continued to yell
and groan. My God, there was no one to come to release me. Well, maybe Dr.
Morales'
nurse, but she would be very involved with his funeral and her own future.
Would she
remember me? ...ever?
My immediate problem was fighting as they (2 orderlies and two nurses)
linked my
wrists together behind my back, strapped my knees and ankles and
transferred me to a
stretcher where I was covered by a restraining sheet.
Maria came over and said as I was wheeled away, "I'll let Elisa know but
doubt if she
can do anything. It won't be too bad."
I knew that in my own hospital, patients received a brief general
anesthesia and
intravenous muscle relaxants to stop the convulsions that would otherwise
occur when the
shock was applied across the brain. I had heard that in the 'old days'
flexion fractures
occasionally resulted from the convulsions. What about here?
The treatment room to which I was taken had what appeared to be an
operating table. I
was transferred onto this and, despite my struggling, my ankle and wrist
cuffs were attached to
the edges of the table with my arms by my sides. Broad straps were then
tightly placed over
my chest, waist, hips and knees. Next I felt the center of the table being
raised, hyper
extending my back. To my dismay, I could see no anesthesia machine although
they did have
an oxygen tank there. Also, there was no evidence of an EKG machine or any
other
monitoring device.
Dr. Gonzales entered the room with another man who I guess was some type of
doctor.
He went to the head of the table and looked down at me.
"Glad to see your head is already shaved," he said. "Saves us time." With
that he
applied some type of jelly or ointment to the sides of my head just above
my ears, and then
placed on these areas two electrodes with wires attached. A rubber strap
around my head held
these in position. "Usual voltage, frequency and amperage?" he asked Dr.
Gonzales who
smiled and nodded.
The doctor then said to me, "Debbie, I'm not sure about that gag of yours.
It might
not prevent you from biting yourself. So I am going to replace it with a
standard rubber
mouth piece and airway. Please don't fight me for I can make this much more
difficult for
you."
He sounded sincere and a little sorry for me. As he took off the tape and
removed the
gag I said, "Doctor, please don't do this. I am not crazy." But in went the
rubber thing,
wedging open my jaws with something that held my tongue down and out of the
way. Then
my head was strapped back over a roll behind my neck.
Then he said, "Ready? Everyone step back." Then came a burst of light and
pain in
my head.........
I slowly regained consciousness to find myself lying on a bed. I couldn't
figure out
where I was or why I could only move my hands and feet a short distance.
Wasn't I a nurse?
Why wasn't I on duty? What was my name? Why did I hurt all over?
A nurse came to the bedside and said, "Good, you're waking up. Debbie, are
you
hungry?"
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"Debbie, you are in a mental hospital and have had a shock treatment.
That's why you
can't remember. Your mind will slowly clear. Just try to relax."
With time I could recall hearing that Dr. Morales was dead but everything
after that
was blank. Later, Elisa came by and we talked for quite a while. I decided
to tell her
everything for it seemed like my only chance of getting out of the place.
Although she
listened, she did not seem to accept what sounded like an unbelievable
story.
"Debbie, I'll think about what you told me. But now I want you to get some
rest."
With that she leaned forward and kissed me.
Chapter Fifteen
I faintly remember being taken back to that treatment room the next day and
again
seeing the doctor as he applied the electrodes.....but then everything
became a blur until I
became aware of being on my knees on a mattress, holding onto some bars
that surrounded me
as well as covering the top of what appeared to be a cage!
Then Elisa appeared. For a moment I had a hard time remembering who she was
but ti
began to come back. She said, "Debbie, you look more alert. Remember me?
You have had
a series of shock treatments and that's why you're confused. I finally
persuaded Dr. Gonzales
to let me bring you here to the old hospital annex and have been taking
care of you."
"How long have I been here?"
"Two days since your last treatment. Incidentally, I relayed to Dr.
Gonzales what you
told me about coming here to find out whether our methods of therapy
worked. He became
quite upset. I guess he is worried that you will tell the outside world
about what goes on here
and in particular the sexual attack on you. Until he figures out what to do
with you, he wants
me to keep you here where we do some experimental work," Elisa said.
"What kind of experiments?" I asked.
"Well, really nothing too drastic. One involves sensory deprivation and the
other we
have you scheduled for tomorrow. I actually think you may enjoy it."
I had read about sensory deprivation. Usually a person is placed in a tank
of warm
fluid where they sort of float in darkness and are deprived of sound. I had
wondered how it
would feel and supposed it would have a calming effect. She wasn't giving
me any clues
about the other experiment.
Elisa continued, "You had dinner a little while ago but probably don't
remember it.
How would you like to get out of that cage and have a nice massage to ease
those sore joints?"
It sounded good for I was cramped and ached all over, presumably from the
convulsions. She made me promise not to attempt anything funny under threat
of a straight
jacket. The door of the cage was opened and she helped my lie face down on
a nearby table
covered with a rubber sheet. My wrists were loosely chained to the head of
the table and my
ankles to the foot. She then brought over a heat lamp and trained it on my
back. The warmth
was welcome. I was surprised when she then took off her uniform down to her
bra and
panties.
"I don't want to get the uniform soiled or sweaty," was her explanation.
She then
poured a little oil between my shoulder blades and started to massage my
back muscles. It
really felt good and I began to relax. She worked up my neck and arms and
even massaged
my scalp, keeping the oil from running down into my eyes. Then she
proceeded down over
my buttocks, giving them a few playful swats with her hand in the process.
I murmured, "Mmmm. Should I thank you?"
"If you'd like." Her hands worked their way down my thighs, legs and even
my feet
and toes. Then back up between my thighs and in the crevice between my
buttocks. As the
oil ran down to my pubis, I realized I was getting aroused, but simply
smiled.
"Okay, over on your back," she said. She had to help me because of my
chains but
they were loose enough so they just crossed and pulled my arms up a little
higher.
She poured oil on my upper abdomen and started kneading my abdominal
muscles.
Her hands then gently went up over my breasts, her fingers brushing my
hardening nipples.
She worked up my neck and over my face. I opened my mouth to kiss her
fingers and found
the oil to be not only fragrant but lemon flavored. Then more attention to
my breasts. I
looked down to see that the little bumps in the areolas around the nipples
were also very
prominent. I moaned in sheer delight, and this increased as her hands slid
between my thighs
to find my vaginal orifice.
"Please,.." came from my mouth.
"Please, what?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say. Then she removed her bra and panties, and lay
down on top
of me, massaging me with her big breasts as her hand played a tune on my
clitoris and vagina.
I gasped with pleasure as I got closer and closer to a climax, but she
suddenly stopped.
"Let's save that for tomorrow night," she said as she wiped first herself
and then me.
"You really like tormenting me, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes , but I know the tormenting also gives you pleasure, Debbie. Now off
to sleep.
I'll help you use the bathroom first. Do you want to be unfettered in the
cage, or chained on
this table?"
"I guess the table is more comfortable if the chains are not too tight."
And so to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning, Elisa brought me a tasty breakfast and helped me wash up
in the
bathroom. She said that Dr. Gonzales was coming by later but that she was
going to start
things going.
"What things?" I asked.
"You'll see, and no funny stuff. Did you think of me last night?"
"How could I not think of you? But how about helping me get out of here?"
"No, I'd loose my job, and might even find myself in a pack. Anyway, maybe
we'll
talk later. Have you ever dressed in latex clothing?"
"Well, I had a diving suit on once. It was sort of fun and the guys said I
looked
fabulous."
From a box she took out two pieces of black latex clothing. "This is about
the same
but is thinner, but more elastic. Sit down and put the pants on first." She
opened a zipper in
the back and shook in some talcum powder.
My first thought was that the pants were too small, but slowly I worked my
feet and
legs in. I noticed that the pant legs went all the way to my toes and were
enclosed at the ends.
The rubber stretched enough to compress my flesh but was not uncomfortable.
In fact it was sort
of sensuous. She zipped me up giving me a small waistline.
Next came the upper part, again with a zipper in the back. She helped raise
my breasts
a little so that they went into the cups that were molded into the front.
The arms terminated in
fingerless gloves and I noted little straps extending out from the thumbs
and from the end of
gloves. Elisa took my right hand and folded the thumb across my palm,
fastening the strap to
the ack of the glove. Then she flexed my fingers over the thumb and
fastened this strap to my
forearm. I found I could no longer move my fingers.
"So you can't pick your nose or play with your self." She led me into
another room
and said, "Okay, up you go onto this cabinet. Lie down on your side facing
the wall." The
lower part of the cabinet had a few dials and the top consisted of a thick
rubber mat with
numerous small slots. "Debbie, I am going to gently insert a little rectal
probe so we can
check your temperature."
As it went in I asked, "Why do you want to do that?"
"You'll see, and no more talking for awhile." With the probe in place she
had be roll
onto my back and then fastened my wrists and feet to the sides of the table
with straps. She
couldn't use my cuffs for they were inside the rubber suit which was
beginning to feel rather
warm. Happily my arms were by sides. Next she opened the cabinet doors and
fed a strap up
through one of the slots close to my chest. She pulled this across me and
down through
another slot. I could feel her pull it tight and fasten it. In a similar
way, straps were placed
around my waist, upper thighs, knees and ankles. I was now bound tightly to
the table, but it was
sort of nice to be held this way.
"I see you're smiling, Debbie, my love. Remember this?" as she felt my
breasts and
gently pinched my nipples.
Next, she picked up a large rubber sheet and placed it over me and the
entire table,
allowing my head to come out through an opening which closed snugly around
my neck.
There were grommets along the edge of the sheet and she used these to lace
the sheet tightly
over the edge of the table. At this point the phone rang.
"Hello, yes, this is Elisa.....No she isn't gagged yet but soon will
be....Yes, four or
five minutes......Okay. Debbie, that was your favorite doctor." With that
she with a little
difficulty brought over a large, rectangular frame and placed it over the
table to form a tightly
fitting rim. It snapped in place, sealing the rubber sheet to the table
edge.
Finally came a latex hood with a built in pear gag and no eye holes. "See
you later,"
as she pulled it over my head, popped in the pear to fill my mouth, and
zipped up the back.
The hood was quite tight and immediately muffled my words of protest. I
jerked my head
back and forth, but all she said was, "Hi, Dr. Gonzales, just in time."
"That's the way I like to see that bitch. Did she give you a bad time?"
"No, she's very easy to control now."
"Good, let's get going. Record her temperature and open the valve."
I heard a hiss but initially nothing seemed to happen. All I could feel was
the pressure
of the latex and the straps, together with the fact that I was sweating in
the suit. Then I
realized I was getting hotter and hotter.
"Like our little steam table, cunt," he said and laughed when I yelled and
shouted.
"Relax and enjoy," he suggested. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Take her
up to about 105 or
106 if you can, and check her temperature every 10 minutes or so. Oh, and
increase the
pressure."
The hissing became louder and it felt like the rubber suit was tighter.
Also, the sheet
seemed to balloon up around my neck, pushing my head back and closing my
jaws more
tightly on the gag.
I guess I became delirious and passed out. For the next thing I knew I was
back in the
other room, chained loosely on the table. Elisa was sponging me off with
ice water. "Hi, you
did just great. How do you feel?"
"Like I've been cooked - and I am thirsty and tired."
"Good, this treatment may work as well as a pack on some patients. Maybe
I'll have
you write down your thoughts one of these days. Rest now and I'll be back
later," Elisa said
as she covered me with a light blanket.
I guess it was early evening when she returned. She had with her several
covered
dishes and a bottle of wine. My chains were released and my wrist cuffs
loosely linked as she
brought up two chairs to my table. The food and wine were excellent. It
seemed like the
first real food in weeks. Elisa seemed a little tense and I wondered
whether she was concerned
about being caught being nice to me. But this seemed unlikely considering
where we were and
the fact she held a rather superior position on the staff.
After dinner, I tried to talk to her about helping me escape. Her reply
was, "Maybe
we'll talk later. Now I want you back up on the table, face down."
I couldn't interpret the tone of her command but complied. She then had me
raise my
fanny up in the air with my chest on the table pad, and place my wrists
down near my ankles.
With little links she attached my right wrist cuff to my right ankle and
then did the same on
the left. I felt rather embarrassed my this position but couldn't do much
about it.
Elisa went over to a cabinet and took out some powder which she proceeded
to sprinkle
over my back, buttocks, thighs and legs. Soon she was massaging these in a
very relaxing
way.
"That feels wonderful," I said.
"Okay, over on your back."
This position was more comfortable but left me more exposed.
"What will it be? Oil or powder?" Elisa asked.
"I think I like the oil better. It's more....you know."
"You're a delightful little plaything, you know," she said as she began to
rub oil into
my neck, chest, and breasts, working her way downward. Closer and closer to
where I found
myself aching for attention. My God, her hands and fingers were talented.
Just when she had
my vaginal introitus well lubricated with her oil and my juices, she
stopped.
"No, please, more," I begged.
"I have a little surprise for us," she said. She went over to her cabinet
and returned
with some type of strap device. She temporarily put it beneath the table
out of my sight and
proceeded to remove all her own clothing. Then she retrieved the device.
When she held it
up I could see that it was a double dildo with attached straps. The dildos
were arranged base
to base.
She climbed up on the foot of the table between my legs and got her left
hand wet with
the oil on my abdomen. This she smeared on one dildo which she then
carefully inserted into
her own vagina. The straps she buckled around her, leaving the other dildo
pointing at me.
"Ready or not, here I come," Elisa whispered.
I didn't know whether to fight her or welcome her, but realized that my
wants were
quickly winning. She gently penetrated me as I rose to greet her. She
played with me by
withdrawing a little and then pushing in further. Soon we were establishing
a rhythm and I
found my desires soaring. I clamped my thighs tightly around her. For a
moment we tried to
slow down but found this impossible. I think we both came at about the same
time.
For a while we lay embraced. I tried to sort out my feelings and decided to
just enjoy
the moment instead.
"Thank you, Debbie," she said. "I'm not sure we will ever have this
opportunity
again."
"Why, what's going to happen?"
"I frankly don't know. Dr. Gonzales has that sensory deprivation experiment

scheduled for you tomorrow. This won't be bad. And I have the day off."
"You mean you won't be there?" I said with concern.
"No, but I have asked Maria to be with you. There is someone I have to talk
to and
won't be back until Wednesday morning."
"I assume this is Monday," I said, thoroughly confused about days and
dates. "But that
doesn't explain why we can't have fun Wednesday night."
"Debbie, maybe we can. But Dr. Gonzales is very worried about you. There
has been
a call about you from Madrid. He's trying to find a way to get rid of you.
He said something
about arranging a "suicide" if he couldn't figure out something else. He
doesn't think a
transfer to another facility would work. There was even mention of selling
you to a slave
ring."
"You can't be serious," I gasped.
"Well I think he knows that the staff would turn him in if you were harmed,
and he
would have a hard time falsifying the records if you disappeared. So maybe
he will just have
to accept whatever happens and hope that it doesn't ruin his career. Let's
keep our fingers
crossed. Now, it's bedtime. Unfortunately, you have to go back in the cage,
for that is what
your orders read. I will leave the chains off."
Trying to comprehend what she just told me, I allowed myself to be led over
to the
cage, crawled into it and gratefully accepted the blanket she handed to me
as she closed and
locked the door.
I found myself wishing I had at least told her I had an enjoyable evening,
but all the
other thoughts were streaming through my head. There was little I could do
about the
situation at the moment. Maybe Maria would help me in the morning. I guess
my last
thoughts before falling asleep were about the absurdity of slaves in this
day and age.
Chapter Seventeen
I was awakened by the sound of Maria entering the room. Unfortunately she
was
accompanied my Dr. Gonzales who immediately said, "What is she doing
without a gag?
Obviously Elisa has been neglecting this uncontrollable problem patient.
Chain and gag her
immediately."
Maria came over to my cage and remarked, "Not the best way to wake up, is
it?
Please don't give me a hard time. In my left hand is an electric cattle
prod which I don't want
to be forced to use, so just put your back against the cage side with your
hands behind you."
"Maria, you have to help me get out of here," I whispered.
"No talking," she replied. "Elisa is working on something."
I felt the wrist cuffs being linked together and then a large bit gag was
forced into my
mouth, the straps going around my head and neck. She then opened the door
of the cage and
beckoned for me to crawl out. As I emerged she placed a short chain between
my ankle cuffs.
"Good, that's much better," said Dr. Gonzales. "Let her use the bathroom.
Pedro, my
anesthetist will be here any minute and I want her on the table ready to go
when he arrives."
Why was an anesthetist coming I wondered. What had this to do with sensory
deprivation? Soon I was lying on an operating table worrying about what was
going to
happen. Would he kill me? This seemed unlikely with Elisa there.
When "Pedro" arrived, they placed me on my side and refastened my wrists in
front of
me. Dr. Gonzales then said, "Okay Maria, bring her knees up to her chin."
I decided that whatever they were planning was not going to happen without
a struggle
so I lashed out with my chained legs and swung my arms. Neither maneuver
accomplished
anything. Dr. Gonzales jumped back, grabbed the cattle prod, placed it on
my upper back and
pushed the trigger. A horrible pain went down my spine and it seemed as
though all my
muscles momentarily convulsed. I shrieked into the gag and tears came to my
eyes.
"Now bitch, are you going to curl up for us?" Dr. Gonzales asked.
Maria helped me to get into the position and I felt the other doctor
applying a solution
to my lower back.
"Debbie, I am going to put in a little novocaine and then insert a tiny
catheter in
around your spinal cord. This will be like a spinal anesthesia but we won't
be putting in the
agent just yet."
I felt the little needle but then the area was numb. In a few minutes I
felt tape being
applied to the area and they rolled my onto my back. As they secured my
ankles and wrists to
the table and placed several broad straps across my body and lower
extremities, I could see the
catheter coming out from underneath me.
Dr. Gonzales said, "Debbie, they tell me you are intelligent and clever -
and may be a
nurse. I don't believe it but am going to explain what is going to happen
so perhaps you can
help us evaluate this experiment. Ordinarily in sensory deprivation, the
person is placed in a
tub of body temperature water, is blindfolded and either subjected to a low
level noise or
complete silence. Obviously such a person still feels many things so many
sensations are not
really obliterated. We are going to take this approach a few steps further
and will explain this as
we go along."
"Pedro is going to attach some monitor leads to your chest and right arm as
Maria
starts an IV in your left. Okay, now we are going to start the spinal
anesthesia." With that he
injected some medication into the small catheter. I really couldn't feel
any change in my back for
a few minutes but then noted a warm feeling in my body from my waist down.
"Now you will begin to feel numb in your lower body. Can you feel this?" he
asked as
he did something to my thighs or legs. I felt a little movement but nothing
more, but I
couldn't answer him because of the gag.
"I guess not. Good. Now Maria is going to insert a urinary catheter."
I raised my head to see Maria working between my thighs but could neither
feel her or
move my legs. In fact I realized I could feel nothing from my waist down.
Pedro then said, "Debbie I am going to spray something in your ear canals
before
putting in some sound absorbent wax which will happen in a few minutes.
Also, I am going to
spray your nose, entire mouth, pharynx and larynx so that we can insert a
tube into your
trachea or windpipe. Please try to cooperate when I take out the gag so Dr.
Gonzales will not
have to use the prod again."
The spray was bitter and made me cough a little, but not bad. Almost
immediately my
lips and tongue became numb.
Dr. Gonzales said, "After we put in the ear wax you will not be able to
hear much at
all. So I'll explain the rest. I will be raising the level of spinal
anesthesia right up to your head.
As you know this will eliminate all sensation and muscle power from your
neck down,
but does not affect your cranial nerves. We will be blindfolding you with a
special helmet or
hood. The nose spray has eliminated smell and the mouth spray, taste
leaving you only with
some skin and facial muscle sensations. These we can almost eliminate with
a special paste I
have designed. It has a topical anesthetic effect and forms an adherent
mold decreasing your
ability to squint, smile, etc. Finally, the helmet is made of rubber and is
inflatable putting a
moderate evenly distributed pressure all over your head. So your sensory
deprivation will be
at least 98% complete. Oh yes, your respirations will be automatically
controlled with a
respirator so don't worry about that."
"We are very interested in your reaction and response to this, so Maria
will be asking
you many questions later and recording your answers. Have fun and I hope
you have all sorts
of exciting dreams."
Pedro then put in the ear wax and everything got real quiet. When he
removed the gag
I had a chance to yell, "You're a bunch of sadistic bastards. I'll see
that....." then my mouth
was stretched open by a laryngoscope and the endotracheal tube was inserted
between my
vocal cords completely silencing me. My mouth was taped shut around the
tube and nose
plugs of some type were easily inserted.
Dr. Gonzales placed little pads over my eyes and held them in place with
what felt like
scotch tape. Then I felt some thick goo being spread all over my scalp,
face ears and neck.
Finally came the hood which was pulled down to my neck and snugged rather
tightly at that
level. The pressure on my face increased as the hood was inflated and I
could feel the goo
spreading and becoming thicker. I started to pull on my wrist restraints
but then noticed that I
was feeling first warm and then numb right up to my chin. I couldn't tell
whether I was
moving anything.
Within minutes, I couldn't feel anything. It was as if I didn't have a
body. There
were absolutely no sensations from my neck down. My face seemed to be held
immobile but
there was very little pressure anywhere. I could hear absolutely nothing -
except maybe my
heart beating which meant I was also breathing but I had no sensations of
this. Briefly I
thought I was drifting or floating out of my body. I tried to yell but
couldn't figure out how to do
this. Maybe I was dying.
Chapter Eighteen
I had never felt so helpless in my life. I tried to concentrate on feeling
anything. My
emotions went from panic to bliss to colors to position to time. I could
remember things but
then for minutes had questions as to where I was. I thought of sex and
tried to get aroused but
had no feelings as to where my nipples, breasts, vagina or clitoris were. I
thought of Elisa but
nothing happened. What a royal mess!
Sometime later, probably hours and probably after some sleeping, I realized
that my
wrists were in cuffs. My God, I actually could feel them, but my arms were
very heavy.
More time passed and I gradually came "back to life". The helmet was
removed and the
sticky goo-covering was pealed from my head. Plugs were extracted from my
ears and nose
and the pads came off my eyes. I was blinded by the light but could make
out Maria standing
near me. Pedro stood at the head of the table but Dr. Gonzales was not
present. I tried
breathing against the respirator without luck.
Pedro said, "Don't fight it. I am about to remove the respirator and then
you can see
what you can do on your own." For a moment I could not get my breath but
this disappeared.
"Good," he said. "You don't need me anymore," and left.
Finally I could feel Maria removing the catheters, one from my bladder and
the other
from my back. I was back to normal...or almost. I felt tired and I guess a
little confused still.
Maria said, "Debbie, try to sit up so I can lock your hands behind your
back. Then I'll
help you take a nice shower."
"Oh no, not a punishment shower. I didn't do anything," I complained.
"No, a nice shower." And that was what Maria gave me, complete with gentle
washing with a soft sponge. I could have purred. After I was toweled dry I
was placed in a
chair and given a delicious salad and some wine. She had to help me eat and
drink but it
tasted wonderful.
When I had finished these she turned on a tape recorder and we talked for
almost an
hour about how I felt when totally deprived of sensations. I guess it was
the confusion and
panic that bothered me the most. I had no answer to her question of whether
it would help in
the treatment of an insane person.
"Okay, back in your cage little doggie and since Dr. Gonzales might come by
I will
have to gag you. Do you have a choice of type?"
"No, please don't. I'll be quiet," I said.
"Doctor's orders." With that she selected a pear gag with a broad rubber
strap the
covered my face from just below my nose down to a point below my chin. I
detested this for
the drool just filled my mouth and kept me constantly swallowing until I
got used to it.
Back in the cage I heard a final "Goodnight. Elisa will probably be in
early tomorrow.
Chapter Nineteen - Conclusion
And that is what happened. Elisa was there when I woke up from an
uncomfortable
night. She said little as she go me out of the cage and seated at a table,
but she looked sort of
depressed.
"Is there something the matter?" I asked as she brought me breakfast. She
actually
unchained my wrists.
"No, but...Do you know a Dr. Todd Martin?"
I gasped, "Of course. How do you know him?"
"Well, he is here. Actually not in the hospital but here in town. He came
by a few
days ago and made some inquiries. Dr. Gonzales refused to see him yesterday
while you were
in never-never land. But one of the nurses the day before had suggested to
him that he contact
me. That is where I was yesterday. To make a long story short, I am going
to help you
escape this morning and he will waiting just outside the old entrance to
this annex."
"You're not lying to me?" I asked. "Is this for real? Can I go now?"
Maria said, "No not yet. I want you to try to eat. You may need your energy
if Dr.
Gonzales tries to come after you. And we have almost an hour before Dr.
Martin will be
here."
I tried to eat but it wasn't possible. I was too excited. Elisa produced
some keys and
proceeded to remove the ankle and wrist cuffs. Finally, the collar was
removed. My neck felt
cool and light without the thing which had been in place for...I couldn't
guess the number of
days. She had brought a nurse's uniform, bra and panties. Also a shawl to
put over my head
and stubble of hair.
Almost with tears in her eyes she said, "Debbie I am going to miss you very
much.
Also, I am very sorry for some of the things I did to you - but not for
others. I think I was
falling in love with you."
"I'm going to miss you too," I said. "When they find I'm gone, won't you
get in
trouble?"
"No, at least not much trouble, depending on you," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you are going to make it look like you overpowered me. I don't want
to be
unconscious, but you've got to make it look real," Elisa said.
"I think I can do that without any difficulty. When do we start?" I smiled.

"I'm ready. When you are done, just go down that corridor, down one flight
of stairs
and use this key on the door. Dr. Martin will about thirty yards down the
alley in a black
car."
"Okay. First, thanks very, very much for all your help. I will write to you
an a week
or so. Now, strip!" I commanded. This she did rather slowly until I picked
up the cattle
prod.
"No, please, not that." She finished disrobing quickly and I fastened "my"
collar
around her neck and soon had the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
She put her hands behind her back but I shook my head and locked them
together in
front of her.
"You're being nice to me?" she asked.
"Sit down on the floor," I replied. I locked her ankles together and then
fastened the
ankle and wrist links together. Placing a sheet along side of her I rather
roughly tipped her
onto her side.
"Ouch, that hurt." She gave me a puzzled look as I dragged her on the sheet
over to
the other wall of the room where I had seen a rope and pulley arrangement
hanging from the
ceiling.
"I don't think I'm going to like this," she observed.
"I know you're not." Again I placed her in a sitting position. I then gave
her a long
and passionate kiss as I played with her nipples. "Thanks again. Perhaps
someday we'll meet
under better circumstances." With that I placed a ball gag in her mouth.
She resisted only
slightly but her eyes opened widely as I started winding 4 inch elastic
tape around her lower
face. Then I rummaged around in the cabinets until I found a pair of
shears. As she now
struggled for real and started crying, I proceeded to cut off most of her
hair leaving a long tuft
from the top of her head to the nape of her neck.
"Okay, up you go." With this I tied the pulley rope around the cuff and
ankle links.
Happily the block and tackle attached to the pulley allowed me to then
raise her several feet
off the floor. She moaned and shook her head as she slowly spun around on
the rope and tried
to relieve the pull on the cuffs.
I then finished wrapping her entire head with the elastic tape, leaving the
long bunch of
hair dangling. I braided a rope into these strands and then tied a two
liter bottle of IV solution
onto the rope so that it was pulling her head back. More groans. From the
cabinet I also took
and applied nipple clamps and a few spring clothes pins to a few tender
spots as the moans
increased in intensity. Finally I found her dildo. When I checked her she
was already very
wet. Her rump was very exposed to me and I could not resist playing with
her with my
fingers around and in her vagina. This led to my kissing her and tickling
her clitoris with my
tongue. As I inserted the dildo, she exploded in an orgasm and I realized
that I also was very
excited.
But there was only a little time left. I secured the dildo in her with a
waist and crotch
strap. She looked very uncomfortable but maybe Dr. Gonzales would not be
convinced.
Maybe if I found a bottle of chloroform or something and placed it near
her. I looked through
several cabinets but then found a leather "cat" with 20 inch strips of
leather.
I knew I might hate myself later but it sure would look real. No one would
suspect a
conspiracy if she was covered with lash marks. The first blow was light but
surprised her into
a yelp. I soon got into it and was secretly delighted as the subsequent
severe blows left very
red marks. These quickly became swollen and discolored. By this time she
was crying and
shaking.
"Time to say goodbye. Love you. I kissed one buttock and then her taped
mouth.
Within minutes I was locked in a wonderful embrace in Todd's arms. "Let's
go home,
or maybe to California."