DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
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.
