DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Fifteen
I faintly remember being taken back to that treatment room the next day and
again seeing the doctor as he applied the electrodes.....but then everything
became a blur until I became aware of being on my knees on a mattress, holding
onto some bars that surrounded me as well as covering the top of what appeared
to be a cage!
Then Elisa appeared. For a moment I had a hard time remembering who she was but
ti began to come back. She said, "Debbie, you look more alert. Remember me?
You have had a series of shock treatments and that's why you're confused. I
finally persuaded Dr. Gonzales to let me bring you here to the old hospital
annex and have been taking care of you."
"How long have I been here?"
"Two days since your last treatment. Incidentally, I relayed to Dr.
Gonzales what you told me about coming here to find out whether our methods of
therapy worked. He became quite upset. I guess he is worried that you will tell
the outside world about what goes on here and in particular the sexual attack on
you. Until he figures out what to do with you, he wants me to keep you here
where we do some experimental work," Elisa said.
"What kind of experiments?" I asked.
"Well, really nothing too drastic. One involves sensory deprivation and the
other we have you scheduled for tomorrow. I actually think you may enjoy it."
I had read about sensory deprivation. Usually a person is placed in a tank of
warm fluid where they sort of float in darkness and are deprived of sound. I had
wondered how it would feel and supposed it would have a calming effect. She
wasn't giving me any clues about the other experiment.
Elisa continued, "You had dinner a little while ago but probably don't remember
it.
How would you like to get out of that cage and have a nice massage to ease those
sore joints?"
It sounded good for I was cramped and ached all over, presumably from the
convulsions. She made me promise not to attempt anything funny under threat of a
straight jacket. The door of the cage was opened and she helped my lie face down
on a nearby table covered with a rubber sheet. My wrists were loosely chained to
the head of the table and my ankles to the foot. She then brought over a heat
lamp and trained it on my back. The warmth was welcome. I was surprised when she
then took off her uniform down to her bra and panties.
"I don't want to get the uniform soiled or sweaty," was her explanation.
She then poured a little oil between my shoulder blades and started to massage
my back muscles. It really felt good and I began to relax. She worked up my neck
and arms and even massaged my scalp, keeping the oil from running down into my
eyes. Then she proceeded down over my buttocks, giving them a few playful swats
with her hand in the process.
I murmured, "Mmmm. Should I thank you?"
"If you'd like." Her hands worked their way down my thighs, legs and even my
feet and toes. Then back up between my thighs and in the crevice between my
buttocks. As the oil ran down to my pubis, I realized I was getting aroused, but
simply smiled.
"Okay, over on your back," she said. She had to help me because of my chains but
they were loose enough so they just crossed and pulled my arms up a little
higher.
She poured oil on my upper abdomen and started kneading my abdominal muscles.
Her hands then gently went up over my breasts, her fingers brushing my hardening
nipples.
She worked up my neck and over my face. I opened my mouth to kiss her fingers
and found the oil to be not only fragrant but lemon flavored. Then more
attention to my breasts. I looked down to see that the little bumps in the
areolas around the nipples were also very prominent. I moaned in sheer delight,
and this increased as her hands slid between my thighs to find my vaginal
orifice.
"Please,.." came from my mouth.
"Please, what?" she asked.
I didn't know what to say. Then she removed her bra and panties, and lay down on
top of me, massaging me with her big breasts as her hand played a tune on my
clitoris and vagina.
I gasped with pleasure as I got closer and closer to a climax, but she suddenly
stopped.
"Let's save that for tomorrow night," she said as she wiped first herself and
then me.
"You really like tormenting me, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes , but I know the tormenting also gives you pleasure, Debbie. Now off to
sleep. I'll help you use the bathroom first. Do you want to be unfettered in
the cage, or chained on this table?"
"I guess the table is more comfortable if the chains are not too tight."
And so to sleep.
