DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Nine
The rest of the day went slowly. I did manage to eat dinner although the chains
made it a struggle. Later after using the bedpan, I was ordered to lie down on
the bed. A blanket was thrown over me and then a canvas restraining sheet. This
had a hole for my head but otherwise covered me completely. It was fastened to
the bed frame at numerous places and I realized that with my wrists bound to my
belt by the short chains, it would be difficult to get loose. I decided not to
try. The bed felt good and I was soon fast asleep.
When morning came, my back was tired from lying in one position all night but
otherwise I was raring to go. I was led to the bathroom where a young nurses
aide gave me a washcloth to use and then washed my legs and back since I
couldn't reach them. I began to feel almost human. Breakfast was edible but not
much more.
After eating I noticed that the aide gave the other three patients a chance to
walk a little, and then it was my turn. On the spur of the moment, I decided to
make a dash out of the room. Perhaps I could learn a little more about the
hospital for I really had not seen much of it. So I pushed suddenly against the
aide sending her sprawling and went for the open ward door as she yelled for
help.
As I reached the doorway I essentially collided with Elisa who was on her way
in. She easily grabbed me and said, "Going somewhere?"
"Just out for a little exercise," I joked as I was also grabbed by the aide who
was embarrassed by my very brief escape.
"I'm sorry nurse. I didn't think she would do that."
"Relax," Elisa said, "Debbie is full of tricks and you will learn never to trust
her or patients like her. Debbie, since you want a little exercise, I think we
can oblige."
To the aide she said, "Tell your nurse that I will take care of Debbie for the
day and will have her back by dinner tonight."
Frightened by the sound of things I said, "Elisa, I'm sorry. I'll behave."
"You're right you will." She snapped a lease on my collar and led me out into
the corridor, up some stairs and then into a room that looked like a small
gymnasium. There were numerous exercise machines of various types. Some had
weights and bars for lifting and there was some type of treadmill. It was to
this that I was led. It had the usual moving floor belt and horizontal bars
along each side at about waist level. However there were also side panels from
the bars to the edge of the mat and a similar front panel. In addition an
inverted u- shaped bar went from the midpoints of the horizontal bars over the
top of the apparatus.
Elisa placed me in the standing position on the treadmill and my wrist cuffs
were attached to two rings that encircled the vertical portions of the inverted
"u". She then unsnapped the leash and removed the chain linking my ankles.
"Debbie, I think you will enjoy this. In a minute I am going to turn the machine
on and you can have a little walk and run. If you get tired, I am sure you can
figure out a way to rest your legs. Sorry that it is a little warm in here. Oh,
the pace of the machine is set to change in a rather random way." With that she
flicked a switch. I stumbled but then found I could easily walk at the pace of
the moving belt that formed the floor.
I noted that there were no places to the sides of the moving belt on which to
rest your feet like I had seen on previous exercise machines for the side panels
were too close. So, how could I rest if I got tired. My hands were grasping the
side rails and I realized that I could push down and lift my feet off the moving
belt. I tried this and it worked but my shoulders began to tire so I was walking
again. I also caught on to the fact that I could slide my wrists and the rings
upwards to the top of the "u" and pull myself up using my biceps. This shouldn't
be too bad.
After a little more walking, the treadmill began to speed up. Soon I was
jogging. I was in pretty good condition but after awhile I was panting a little
and sweating. Elisa meanwhile had left the room. With a further increase in
speed, I found myself running and wondered how long I could keep up. My bare
feet were hurting a little and the shift I was wearing was now drenched and
clinging. I rested by pushing down to raise my feet for a minute or so, staring
at the rapidly moving belt, but found I could not hold this very long.
More running and then the belt slowed down to a walk. Maybe it was going to
stop. No such luck.
With more running, I found myself quite short of breath and pulled myself up as
if I was chinning myself, but this also was tiring. More running. Then I
realized that I could hoist myself by pushing down and then swing my legs
forwards, out and over the horizontal bars. With my weight on my legs and my
hands, I could get a little more rest.
Elisa returned and went to the front of the machine. She could from that
position stare at my shaven perineum. She grinned and said, "Oh, pretty Debbie.
Are you showing me something?"
"No," I said and began running again. She simply waited and watched me go
through all my efforts again....and again. I began to detest her but realized I
would soon collapse.
What then? Would she let me fall and have my knees and legs sandpapered my the
moving mat?
"Would you like a drink of water, Debbie?" She raised a bottle with a straw to
my mouth and I quenched my thirst.
"Thanks, but I would like to stop for awhile. I have had enough exercise."
"Not yet, pretty little bitch." More running, lifting, pulling up, leg resting,
etc. followed.
After what seemed like two hours, she turned the switch off. I stood there
trying to get my breath and then knelt on the mat. "Thank you," I fervently
said. She released my wrists from the rings and led me over to a bench where I
sat down, grateful for the chance to rest.
"Debbie, take off that sweaty shift. It really wasn't hiding anything." I
complied.
"And you know you really are rather pale. Don't you get any sun where you come
from?
How about a little ultraviolet tanning?"
At least this sound like something relaxing. She had me follow her over to a
machine that looked like a very large cylinder, oriented horizontally. It was
hinged lengthwise and was open disclosing multiple long light bulbs on the
inside. There was some type of apparatus on each end, with a long platform
between. I was commanded to lie down after which my wrists were attached to a
crossbar in the apparatus on one end, and my ankles to a bar on the other end.
She pushed a button on the control panel and the two bars began moving away from
each other putting tension on my extremities and body. Because of the location
of the bars, this had caused me to be lifted up off the platform which Elisa
then removed. I was swaying in the breeze, suspended by wrists and ankles.
Elisa then covered my eyes with little cups which she taped in position.
Although I couldn't see, I heard the cylinder close with a clang and so
afterwards felt myself getting rapidly warm. Presumably Elisa had turned on the
bulbs wich were both ultraviolet and infrared. Then the crossbars began to
rotate so that I was turned from face up to face down to face up and so forth.
It was like I was on a roasting spit.
I became hotter and hotter and it felt like my arms were being pulled from their
sockets. "Please, Elisa, enough. You're cooking me."
"No, another half hour should do it."
"No, that's too long. Please," but I got no reply.
When I thought I would faint, I suddenly felt cool air and then I was lowered
onto the platform.
"Now you are nice and pink. A few days like this and you will have a beautiful
tan with no pale areas," Elisa said. "How about some lunch?" The restraining
belt and chains went back on.
After lunch it was another session on the treadmill. I resisted this and was
awarded a few swats. This time she took me to the point where I actually fell
and scraped one knee. She didn't seem particularly sympathetic.
"Well you can rest in the sauna," and with that she pushed me into a slightly
darkened, very hot room with wooden benches. The wrist chains had been removed -
"They get too hot in the sauna" - and the cuffs were simply tied together behind
me. I was surprised when Elisa took off her uniform, bra and rather skimpy
panties, joining me on the bench where I sat.
From a bottle she poured some oily lotion into her hand and began to softly coat
me from the top of my bare head to my toes. It became increasingly more sensual
and arousing. She had me stand so that she could coat between my thighs and in
my crevice. God, it felt good.
Next she stood up and applied the lotion to her own big breasts (one still
showing the black and blue discoloration). Pulling me to her, our breasts met
and slid from side to side.
She brought her lips closer and closer to mine. I was aroused and embarrassed. I
had wondered what this would be like but had never done it. We kissed and I
found myself responding hungrily. Her hands were all over me and she forced me
back until I was lying on a broad wooden step. The sweat, lotion and my own
juices made the penetration of her fingers into my vagina an easy passage. It
didn't take long for her to bring me to a climax.
We lay together for a few minutes and then she led me out to a large vat of
water. She turned me so that my rump was against the rim and then simply pushed
me back over the edge and into the icy water. The shock was instantaneous. I
righted myself and got my head above water as she joined my in the vat. I tried
to get out but she pulled me back and roughed up my breasts.
"Debbie, you don't know how fun you are. Lord, I wish I could be with you
tomorrow down in hydro."
