DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
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."
