DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Eight
Back in the tight room, I sat in the corner doing very little until dinner came.
Again this was in the dog dish. I decided to try to eat for I did want to keep
up my strength. This time the eating went a little better, although the stuff
was not appealing. I also managed to slurp up some fluid.
The aide came in, congratulated me on eating my meal and washed off the mess on
my face. She also washed my shaven head, probably just for the fun of it. Then,
pulling on the strap running between my legs and causing both dildos to move in
their orifices, she said, "Comfy down there? Sorry it is rather warm in here,
Guess that outfit of yours will be hot before morning.
Have a good night." I just glared at her.
A little later I did manage to urinate past the dildo without getting too wet.
Then, I lay on my back and tried to get comfortable. In fact the heavy rubber
jacket was hot. I realized I was sweating. Maybe the sweat would act as a
lubricant and allow me to get my arms out.
But no matter how I twisted and pulled, effective movement of my arms was
impossible. All I did was make my self hotter. I also was aware of some
stimulation from the vaginal dildo.
But neither in the prone or supine positions could I really get any real
satisfaction.
Finally I guess I fell asleep on my stomach....for the next thing I knew,
someone was forcing a pear gag into my mouth which quickly silenced my yell. The
room was dark and I couldn't see who was sitting on my back, buckling the gag
strap. Then some type of loose hood was put over my head and tied around my
neck.
"There, you bitch. That will hold you, and I know you can't get out of that
jacket,"
came a quiet male voice that I didn't recognize. He rolled me over onto my back
and began to fondle my breasts through the thin covering. My nipples were not
spared.
I moaned and kicked as much as the ankle chain would allow, but heard nothing
more than a soft laugh from him. Then his fingers were loosening the crotch
strap and pulling out the dildos. I could then feel him lying beside me, his
fingers playing a tune on my clitoris and labia. I heard his belt buckle hit the
floor mat and he was then lying on top of me! He was going to rape me!! I
brought my thighs tightly together but he proceeded to pry his hand down to
where he could get a couple of fingers into me. As I tried to push myself up and
away, his knees went between mine and I could feel his erect penis touching me.
God, he was going to succeed. Then he gasped and moaned as I felt him come all
over my thighs. It was over before it was started. The poor bastard had
premature ejaculation. I laughed into my gag and was rewarded by a hard slap
across my hooded face and then a kick in my ribs. The door shut softly.
The next morning, the nurse bringing in breakfast took one look at me and easily
put two and two together. She removed the hood and gag, and said, "You poor
thing. Who did it?"
"Thanks for your sympathy, but I really can't tell you much except it was a man.
I suspect it was the orderly I kicked the first day but can't be sure.
In any case I don't think he got much satisfaction. I know I didn't." She just
looked at me.
"Well, Elisa will be upset. She wanted you to have a good night."
In mid-morning, Elisa appeared. I guess she talked with the nurse or reviewed
whatever went into the nurse's record.
"Did you encourage him?" was her first question. I couldn't believe it.
Here I was essentially raped and she was blaming me. "Well, did you?"
"Of course not. Why, are you jealous?" I retorted.
With that she rolled me over and proceeded to whack the hell out of my
buttocks..but since she used her hand, it really wasn't too bad so I just
grinned and said, "Thank you, Butch."
"Debbie, don't push me. Well, it probably wasn't your fault, so let's get you
out of my pet jacket. Remember, no funny stuff."
As the straight jacket was removed, I looked down on my sweaty body. My breasts
were a little swollen from being through the holes. Elisa sprayed some alcohol
based lotion on me and rather roughly toweled me off. It felt good and I was
soon glowing from the solution.
She then gave me a short, gray shift to put on - my first clothing in days.
How many had passed I could not immediately remember. The shift came down to my
pubis leaving my crotch exposed but was better than nothing.
"Now I have a nice leather belt that matches your two inch collar." The belt
fastened with a buckle which could be locked. There were rings on each side and
a chain dangled from the rear. My wrist cuffs were attached with short chains to
the rings and the belt chain was brought between my thighs, up oven the belt in
front and then back to be attached tightly to the back. The two strands of chain
running through my crotch were uncomfortable, but she observed, "That will make
it difficult for the next man that wants to get a piece of you. Off we go."
The four bed ward where I was taken was rather simple. The beds ran down one
side and there were heavy wooden chairs with arm rests between the beds. The
windows were barred but some sunshine came into the room. There were three
female patients in the first three chairs. They quietly looked at me when we
entered. All were held in the chairs by some type of restraint. The first
patients arms were simply cuffed to the chair arms. The second had some type of
broad canvas band around her lower chest. The third was wearing what appeared to
be a football helmet and her hands were cuffed behind the chair.
"What's the helmet for?" I whispered to Elisa.
"Well she probably tried to commit suicide by slamming her head into something.
You know, that occasionally works."
As I was led down to the fourth chair, we were joined my an attractive nurse a
little older than I. Elisa said, "Maria, this is Debbie. Debbie, meet my friend
Maria who is going to take care of you until your time in hydrotherapy."
"Oh yes, the trouble maker. I was sorry to miss your show yesterday, Elisa.
I heard it was great. Poor thing doesn't have much hair left."
"No, but she is cute that way," Elisa replied. "Maybe you also heard what
happened to her during the night. I think I know who's responsible and I am
going to do my best to get him fired. Anyway, keep a close eye on her. She's
clever, strong and can be a real pain. My breast still is not normal."
I was placed in the chair, my collar was attached to the back chair risers and
the ankle chain was drawn up beneath the seat and fastened so that my feet were
off the floor. I wasn't going anywhere.
When Maria was looking the other way, Elisa reached down and caressed a nipple
quickly bringing it to attention. "Have a good day, and think of me, Debbie."
With that she left.
Maria soon came back and said, "Debbie, please try to cooperate with us.
You will get your meals in that chair and will find that the wrist chains will
allow you to transfer food to your mouth. We can't allow you to have a fork or
spoon. If you throw food, you will be force fed and I understand you know what
this means. If you have to urinate or defecate, we will give you a bedpan, but
if you don't call us for a pan, nappies and you'll be sorry. Finally, no
talking, yelling or screaming at night. Understand?" I nodded.
After she left, I tried to talk to the other three women. Only one replied.
"I am Queen Isabella and don't talk to commoners." End of conversation.
The others seemed almost zonked out, but I knew this was unlikely to be from
medications. Before Maria went off duty, I asked her about their almost
catatonic state. She replied, "Those two are getting electroshock therapy."
I sure was happy that Dr. Gonzales had made a point of not allowing this on me.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I was restless and wanted to do
something, but there was nothing to do but look at the others and try to see out
the windows. I reviewed the little I had learned about physical means of mental
therapy and thought it didn't have much to offer so far. The straight jackets
did have a calming effect after exhaustion set in from trying to escape. And I
suppose that the control enforced by the nurses and orderlies might be
therapeutic, but the control came from the threat of punishment and pain.
I found myself wondering what the hydrotherapy would be like.
