DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
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.
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 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.
