DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Eleven
I spent a very restless and uncomfortable night. It took me awhile to get warmed
up but mainly the problem was trying to get comfortable. I could not stretch out
and turning from side to side took effort. My mouth was dry from air coming in
through the hole in the gag and my arms ached from being pulled up onto my
shoulder blades. I must have slept a little much certainly not much.
When the morning workers arrived they came in and out of the storeroom
essentially ignoring me. Then the nurse who had threatened me the day before
entered and said, "Okay Debbie, now it's your turn." She opened the door to my
cage and snapped a leash onto my collar. An orderly appeared and helped the
nurse drag me out of the room and into a bathroom area. I was forced to kneel in
a shower stall that had rings in the wall at various levels. Short chains were
placed between rings on my collar and rings about three feet up from the floor
on the walls. This more or less immobilized my head and neck and kept me in the
kneeling position.
A bottle of solution was hung above my head and a tube was run from the bottle
to my gag. Soon the fluid was running into my mouth forcing me to swallow. The
fluid was sort of salty but not too bad.
"Debbie, this will take care of your fluid requirements, give you some calories
and, most importantly, will act as a strong cathartic. We are not going to give
you the chance of defecating in your pack today."
Soon I was having watery diarrhea with cramps. Periodically the nurse or the
orderly would flush out the shower stall with water from a hose an also use the
stream to wash my crotch and behind. When all the fluid had run into me and when
the diarrhea had largely subsided, I was placed facing the wall on a toilet, my
legs fastened to the bowl on each side and my collar attached to a ring in front
of me. Next I felt a large plug being inserted in my rectum. I cried out from
the sudden pain of the dilation. My anal sphincter closed on the outside neck of
the thing. I tried in vain to expel it. Then I felt enema fluid running into me,
apparently thru the plug.
I groaned as the pressure increased in my belly. How much they gave me I had no
way of knowing. Finally the plug was roughly pulled out and I gushed into the
toilet.
"Guess you're pretty well cleaned out," said the nurse.
With the orderly's help I was taken to a hydrotherapy room larger than the one
used yesterday. This had more than one tub and these were deeper. A lifting
apparatus was also present. My first stop was a bed on which lay a frame, about
10 x 3 feet.
My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the corners of this frame, putting a
little tension on my extremities.
Then the nurse washed my vaginal area with some cold fluid and inserted a Foley
catheter into my bladder. Urine immediately began to flow into the attached
tubing.
"Debbie, unlike yesterday, your head today will be under water from time to
time. In fact, most of the time. So we are going to place a special breathing
device in your mouth.
Open up," the nurse said as she removed the gag. The new thing looked like a
diver's mouthpiece, with two tubes attached. There was a part that went between
my teeth, a flange between my teeth and my lips, and then an outer flange.
Although I fought against them, the orderly roughly pushed my cheeks against my
teeth and when I opened to yell, into my mouth went the thing. It was secured in
position by multiple strips of elastic tape.
Then a feeding tube was introduced through one nostril and down into my stomach.
I had learned to swallow this and only gagged a little. Some type of gummy
ointment was then squirted into both nostrils and into my ear canals. It seemed
to gel or become fairly firm rather rapidly and I noted that my hearing was
markedly reduced. Finally, the nurse took a large roll of the elastic tape and
said, "This works better than a discipline helmet." Around and around my head
the tape was wrapped. Some of the layers went over the top of my shaven head and
others went under my chin. Now I couldn't see a thing, I could hear little and
could only taste the rubber coating on the mouthpiece. What next?
The frame was suddenly raised off the bed pulling me up by wrists and ankles.
Then I was being submerged into lukewarm water. I had anticipated a bed and cold
sheets. But the sheets soon came. First, my arms were wrapped. I was amazed at
the tightness and the number of layers. Something rather rigid like a splint was
incorporated in the wrappings and I could feel my hands and fingers being bound
until they were cone-shaped along the chain that ran to the frame. In a similar
way sheets were wrapped around my lower extremities with my toes pointed
severely toward the foot of the frame. Next came my body. How many sheets and
layers I had no way of knowing. My poor breasts were flattened against me.
Apparently my ankle chains or ropes were released for I felt them move my lower
extremities together.
Something then went around them, probably a strap or some type of wrapping.
Also my arms were moved down to my sides where they were fastened in position
somehow.
As more sheets were wrapped around my entire body I began to struggle harder for
I realized that I was now unable to move anything except perhaps my head a
little. Even this movement became impossible when something rather rigid went
around my neck.
Then more wrappings around my head, neck and trunk.
I sensed that I was being raised out of the tank and placed on a bed or mat for
I could feel a little pressure on my back and buttocks. There was some pushing
and rolling on the sheets, perhaps to push out any excess water, and then
something more was fastened around me from head to toe. The pressure on my
entire body was increased until I wondered whether I would be able to breathe.
After a minute or so, I began to feel ice cold water seeping through the many
layers and soon I was shivering. I realized that I had to get out and started
moaning in case they could hear me through the breathing tubes. But this didn't
make much sense and even if they heard me they would probably only laugh.
When I was thoroughly chilled, I sensed that I was now in warm or hot water. Had
I been moved without knowing it? There was no way of knowing. I began to panic
as I realized that I was completely immobile and if something happened to cut
off my air, no one would know. Even if they did, they could not get be out of
this horrible pack in time. I systematically tried to move every joint from my
neck down. Nothing gave way. My God, how long would they keep me like this? I
struggled harder to no avail. I felt very hot and decided I wasn't getting
enough air through the tubes. I fought with all my strength.
On top of everything I couldn't see or hear anything. I breathed out forcibly
and maybe I heard this a little. I just couldn't do anything....and I started to
cry. No, I wasn't going to give in to them. I concentrated on thinking about
being held tightly by a man, unable to resist anything he did to me. There was
an awakening in my nipples and clitoris. Then I was thinking of Elisa and this
stimulated me further. But no matter what I thought of, it was not enough.
So I simply gave up. Perhaps this was how these packs worked. I sensed that I
was tired and perhaps was falling asleep when the water turned ice cold again
and soon I was shivering and struggling.
These cycles went on and on. I'm sure I slept a little but I had no idea of
time. I couldn't even figure out how long I had been in the hospital. If several
more days had passed, maybe Dr. Morales would be coming soon. Didn't he say 10
to 14 days? Let's hope he said 7 -10 days.
