DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
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 by 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.
