DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
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 by 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 to the 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 by 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.
