DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Sixteen
The next morning, Elisa brought me a tasty breakfast and helped me wash up in
the bathroom. She said that Dr. Gonzales was coming by later but that she was
going to start things going.
"What things?" I asked.
"You'll see, and no funny stuff. Did you think of me last night?"
"How could I not think of you? But how about helping me get out of here?"
"No, I'd loose my job, and might even find myself in a pack. Anyway, maybe we'll
talk later. Have you ever dressed in latex clothing?"
"Well, I had a diving suit on once. It was sort of fun and the guys said I
looked fabulous."
From a box she took out two pieces of black latex clothing. "This is about the
same but is thinner, but more elastic. Sit down and put the pants on first." She
opened a zipper in the back and shook in some talcum powder.
My first thought was that the pants were too small, but slowly I worked my feet
and legs in. I noticed that the pant legs went all the way to my toes and were
enclosed at the ends.
The rubber stretched enough to compress my flesh but was not uncomfortable.
In fact it was sort of sensuous. She zipped me up giving me a small waistline.
Next came the upper part, again with a zipper in the back. She helped raise my
breasts a little so that they went into the cups that were molded into the
front.
The arms terminated in fingerless gloves and I noted little straps extending out
from the thumbs and from the end of gloves. Elisa took my right hand and folded
the thumb across my palm, fastening the strap to the ack of the glove. Then she
flexed my fingers over the thumb and fastened this strap to my forearm. I found
I could no longer move my fingers.
"So you can't pick your nose or play with your self." She led me into another
room and said, "Okay, up you go onto this cabinet. Lie down on your side facing
the wall." The lower part of the cabinet had a few dials and the top consisted
of a thick rubber mat with numerous small slots. "Debbie, I am going to gently
insert a little rectal probe so we can check your temperature."
As it went in I asked, "Why do you want to do that?"
"You'll see, and no more talking for awhile." With the probe in place she had be
roll onto my back and then fastened my wrists and feet to the sides of the table
with straps. She couldn't use my cuffs for they were inside the rubber suit
which was beginning to feel rather warm. Happily my arms were by sides. Next she
opened the cabinet doors and fed a strap up through one of the slots close to my
chest. She pulled this across me and down through another slot. I could feel her
pull it tight and fasten it. In a similar way, straps were placed around my
waist, upper thighs, knees and ankles. I was now bound tightly to the table, but
it was sort of nice to be held this way.
"I see you're smiling, Debbie, my love. Remember this?" as she felt my breasts
and gently pinched my nipples.
Next, she picked up a large rubber sheet and placed it over me and the entire
table, allowing my head to come out through an opening which closed snugly
around my neck.
There were grommets along the edge of the sheet and she used these to lace the
sheet tightly over the edge of the table. At this point the phone rang.
"Hello, yes, this is Elisa.....No she isn't gagged yet but soon will be....Yes,
four or five minutes......Okay. Debbie, that was your favorite doctor." With
that she with a little difficulty brought over a large, rectangular frame and
placed it over the table to form a tightly fitting rim. It snapped in place,
sealing the rubber sheet to the table edge.
Finally came a latex hood with a built in pear gag and no eye holes. "See you
later,"
as she pulled it over my head, popped in the pear to fill my mouth, and zipped
up the back.
The hood was quite tight and immediately muffled my words of protest. I jerked
my head back and forth, but all she said was, "Hi, Dr. Gonzales, just in time."
"That's the way I like to see that bitch. Did she give you a bad time?"
"No, she's very easy to control now."
"Good, let's get going. Record her temperature and open the valve."
I heard a hiss but initially nothing seemed to happen. All I could feel was the
pressure of the latex and the straps, together with the fact that I was sweating
in the suit. Then I realized I was getting hotter and hotter.
"Like our little steam table, cunt," he said and laughed when I yelled and
shouted.
"Relax and enjoy," he suggested. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Take her up to
about 105 or 106 if you can, and check her temperature every 10 minutes or so.
Oh, and increase the pressure."
The hissing became louder and it felt like the rubber suit was tighter.
Also, the sheet seemed to balloon up around my neck, pushing my head back and
closing my jaws more tightly on the gag.
I guess I became delirious and passed out. For the next thing I knew I was back
in the other room, chained loosely on the table. Elisa was sponging me off with
ice water. "Hi, you did just great. How do you feel?"
"Like I've been cooked - and I am thirsty and tired."
"Good, this treatment may work as well as a pack on some patients. Maybe I'll
have you write down your thoughts one of these days. Rest now and I'll be back
later," Elisa said as she covered me with a light blanket.
I guess it was early evening when she returned. She had with her several covered
dishes and a bottle of wine. My chains were released and my wrist cuffs loosely
linked as she brought up two chairs to my table. The food and wine were
excellent. It seemed like the first real food in weeks. Elisa seemed a little
tense and I wondered whether she was concerned about being caught being nice to
me. But this seemed unlikely considering where we were and the fact she held a
rather superior position on the staff.
After dinner, I tried to talk to her about helping me escape. Her reply was,
"Maybe we'll talk later. Now I want you back up on the table, face down."
I couldn't interpret the tone of her command but complied. She then had me raise
my fanny up in the air with my chest on the table pad, and place my wrists down
near my ankles.
With little links she attached my right wrist cuff to my right ankle and then
did the same on the left. I felt rather embarrassed my this position but
couldn't do much about it.
Elisa went over to a cabinet and took out some powder which she proceeded to
sprinkle over my back, buttocks, thighs and legs. Soon she was massaging these
in a very relaxing way.
"That feels wonderful," I said.
"Okay, over on your back."
This position was more comfortable but left me more exposed.
"What will it be? Oil or powder?" Elisa asked.
"I think I like the oil better. It's more....you know."
"You're a delightful little plaything, you know," she said as she began to rub
oil into my neck, chest, and breasts, working her way downward. Closer and
closer to where I found myself aching for attention. My God, her hands and
fingers were talented.
Just when she had my vaginal introitus well lubricated with her oil and my
juices, she stopped.
"No, please, more," I begged.
"I have a little surprise for us," she said. She went over to her cabinet and
returned with some type of strap device. She temporarily put it beneath the
table out of my sight and proceeded to remove all her own clothing. Then she
retrieved the device.
When she held it up I could see that it was a double dildo with attached straps.
The dildos were arranged base to base.
She climbed up on the foot of the table between my legs and got her left hand
wet with the oil on my abdomen. This she smeared on one dildo which she then
carefully inserted into her own vagina. The straps she buckled around her,
leaving the other dildo pointing at me.
"Ready or not, here I come," Elisa whispered.
I didn't know whether to fight her or welcome her, but realized that my wants
were quickly winning. She gently penetrated me as I rose to greet her. She
played with me by withdrawing a little and then pushing in further. Soon we were
establishing a rhythm and I found my desires soaring. I clamped my thighs
tightly around her. For a moment we tried to slow down but found this
impossible. I think we both came at about the same time.
For a while we lay embraced. I tried to sort out my feelings and decided to just
enjoy the moment instead.
"Thank you, Debbie," she said. "I'm not sure we will ever have this opportunity
again."
"Why, what's going to happen?"
"I frankly don't know. Dr. Gonzales has that sensory deprivation experiment
scheduled for you tomorrow. This won't be bad. And I have the day off."
"You mean you won't be there?" I said with concern.
"No, but I have asked Maria to be with you. There is someone I have to talk to
and won't be back until Wednesday morning."
"I assume this is Monday," I said, thoroughly confused about days and dates.
"But that doesn't explain why we can't have fun Wednesday night."
"Debbie, maybe we can. But Dr. Gonzales is very worried about you. There has
been a call about you from Madrid. He's trying to find a way to get rid of you.
He said something about arranging a "suicide" if he couldn't figure out
something else. He doesn't think a transfer to another facility would work.
There was even mention of selling you to a slave ring."
"You can't be serious," I gasped.
"Well I think he knows that the staff would turn him in if you were harmed, and
he would have a hard time falsifying the records if you disappeared. So maybe he
will just have to accept whatever happens and hope that it doesn't ruin his
career. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Now, it's bedtime. Unfortunately, you
have to go back in the cage, for that is what your orders read. I will leave the
chains off."
Trying to comprehend what she just told me, I allowed myself to be led over to
the cage, crawled into it and gratefully accepted the blanket she handed to me
as she closed and locked the door.
I found myself wishing I had at least told her I had an enjoyable evening, but
all the other thoughts were streaming through my head. There was little I could
do about the situation at the moment. Maybe Maria would help me in the morning.
I guess my last thoughts before falling asleep were about the absurdity of
slaves in this day and age.
