ASYLUM TALES

ASYLUM TALES

So you say you demand visitation rights to visit a patient, your niece.  And, you just happen to be a good looking woman?  Sure thing!  Welcome to the asylum.

Part Five

A patient’s aunt makes a prearranged visit to the asylum.  After her background check’s been completed by the proper authorities she’s intentionally scheduled for a Friday afternoon of a holiday weekend.  She’ll find she’s more then paying just a couple hour visit after it’s been predetermined she’s single, and attractive.   The doctor’s decided to give her more then just a glimpse of what her niece is being subjected too, she’s about to receive much more then she could ever imagine.

Chapter One

       Glancing through the glass partition toward his patient he anticipates the reaction, the shock of her aunt’s expression when she gets her first look at her niece.  Naked, her youthful body blatantly displayed, secured to some sort of stainless steel apparatus, a mounted circular tube surrounding her so she can be rotated to any angle at any degree, her spread arms and legs are bent double at her elbows and knees, surgical tape wrapped tightly around wrists and elbows, thighs and knees, tautly stretching her into a spread-eagled position by guide wires secured to eyelets in the ring of tubular steel.  The apparatus locked for the moment into a forty-five degree angle, her bare flesh glistens as the team of white smocked attendants continue with her preparations.

       The sound of the hall door opening behind him, a quick glance back toward the expected visitor being led into the room and the Doctor nods around toward the translucent partition as he softly speaks.  “Well… There she is… Your niece… And… Right in the middle of her treatment… This is what you’ve come to observe, I believe.”  The obviously rattled woman getting an unexpected and quite numbing look through the singular pane of glass stops in her tracks as the escorting attendant remains in the hallway while shutting the door behind him with the ominous locking sounds of more then one latch.  Noticing the faint signs of perspiration beading across her forehead, the doc glances toward the glass divider, back to her.  “Relax… I’ll explain… You’ve the same expression as everyone else after a first glance at one of our treatments in progress… And don’t worry, the door behind you has been dead bolted from the outside for security reasons.”

       A hesitant moment of silence, face instantly flushing, she stutters.  “Wha… What are you doing… Doing to… To her?... What’s that contraption she’s mounted to… And… And naked?... My God!… Why?”  Her eyes darting from the Doctor’s, then through the glass, back toward the Doctor, nervously wiping the back of her hand across her glistening brow from the humidity laden atmosphere, she again stares through the divider into the obviously terrified but coherent eyes of her niece.  Seeing the girl’s reddened and swollen eyes staring surreally back in startled recognition, and just an arm’s length or so away if not for the dividing glass, the aunt seems transfixed, unsure what to do next.

       Soaking in the woman’s almost quivering voice, the stunned expression, he couldn’t be more pleased with her physical appearance.  The younger sister of the patient’s mother, no more then early to mid thirties herself, he realizes the family resemblance is more then obvious when comparing to the niece.  “Here…Have a seat.”  He offers, sliding a folding chair close to the glass.  “Sorry about the heat, the air’s been on the blink for over a day and they claim they’re waiting on a part to repair it…. Now please… Go ahead… Sit and let me explain our procedures… All allowed of course by the court, as you should well know.”

       Hesitantly glancing toward the chair, staring back through the partition as the attendants continue their flurry of activity around her niece’s naked, stretching body, she guardedly sits, presses the palm of a hand on the glistening pane of safety glass as if reaching out to her in some kind of comfort, the other hand clamping down across her own knee.  “Okay… I’m seated… Now!… Now just what’s going on in there with… With my niece?”

       “Everything’s in order… Like I just said… She’s just being subjected to her regular treatment… We need her totally assessable.”  He calmly explains, nodding toward the glass as he reaches for the decanter setting on the portable tray, pours it into a couple paper cups from the stainless pitcher, the one cup prearranged with a layer of a mixture of fluid already covering its bottom.  “Here… Have a drink, cool off a little and let me explain the procedure.”  Raising his cup to his mouth, a couple gulps, he sets the empty cup on the tray, again nudges the other prepared paper container against her hand.  “Down it!... You’ll forget all about the heat… Then, I’ll explain… I guarantee it!”

       Gripping the cup, tilting it toward her lip as she takes a sip, his hand covers hers, guiding her to finish it off.  A couple more swallows, a trickle or two off her chin and she nods as he sets her empty, crinkling cup down onto the tray next to his.  Glancing through the partition again, back toward him, she again demands, her voice still on edge.  “Okay doctor… Now tell me just what the Hell’s happening in there.”

       “What’s happening is… Well… We’re conducting experiments.”  He nods while choosing his words, again glancing in toward the attendants surrounding the patient as he quietly answers.  “My… Special… Experiments.”  Glancing toward the aunt, back toward the empty cup, he smiles.  “Now… In a few minutes I’m going to show you just what I mean… Then let you even help me!”

       “Help?... Let me help you?…. Wha… What?”  Answering, her speech becoming slightly slurred, she repeats herself.  “Help what?... Wha?”  Feeling just the initial stages of disorientation, thinking from the stifling heat and humidity in the enclosed observation room, she again tries to finish her question.  “Help…. Help with…… With wha….. Wha?”

       Smiling, reaching down in his pocket, then quietly holding up the palm of his hand, he softly, controllably speaks.  “This… Here In my hand… Look at it… Concentrate on it… This is what your niece focuses on, too… The reflection… The light… Eyes… Eyes on the reflection…………………. Listen……………. Eyes straight………………. Listen to my voice………….”

       The glint from the small object in the palm of his hand reflecting from her squinting eyes, the hazing pupils, he maintains the hushed but authority laden voice as he speaks, the ample medication from the drained cup giving its immediate desired result.  Watching her eyes, observing her overall reaction, he realizes she’s just as acceptable to his expertise as her niece, an easy mark.  A minute, a little more and he’s satisfied she’s well under control, her eyes unblinking, fixed.  Another couple minutes, he’s certain he’s now in full control of her.

Slipping the object from his hand into his pocket, he begins with his instructions.  “Okay… Listen very carefully… When I say the word ‘naked’ you will instantly obey my instructions… When I say the word ‘nude’ you will awaken with no recollection of my suggestions… If you understand… Nod.”  Watching, waiting as her unblinking eyes remain expressionless, finally her lips barely parting without uttering a sound, giving a slow positive nod, he’s satisfied with her response.

         “Nude!”

       Barely a blink, unhesitant and turning toward the glass as if still in the middle of asking her questions, demanding answers, the agitated expression on her face returns as she again demands in a raspy voice.  “How am I going to help with her… I mean… My God… Look at her!... Wha?... Her… Her breasts… What are they doing to her now?”  Seeing the attendants working around her niece’s stretched body, narrow metal bands being tightened, adjusted across her bulging breasts, her nipples standing upright, twitching.  Rapping her knuckles across the vibrating glass, again catching the teary eyed glare of her tortured niece as an attendant positions an enormous syringe directly above the nub of a thickening nipple, she pounds a fist on the glass, eyes darting toward the Doctor, back toward the glass pane as she rasps.  “Oh my God!… Noooooo……….……Noooooooo!... Stop it!... Don’t… Don’t!”

       “Naked!”

       Stopping in mid sentence, she becomes stone silent while still gazing toward the partition.  Her lips still parted with her eyes riveted toward the direction of the gleaming syringe burrowing deep into her niece’s breast as the girl’s obviously screaming from the other side of the soundproof glass as her body bucks in the unforgiving restraints, the disturbing scene seems to quickly fade from her attention as  she visibly slouches. 

       “It’s hot…  You’re hot, aren’t you?… Sweating, your blouse, it’s too tight around your throat, it’s clinging uncomfortably to your damp flesh, isn’t it?” He quietly suggests, interestedly watches her nod as she slowly fingers the top buttons on her flowered blouse.  “That’s it… Go ahead… Unbutton that damp, hot blouse… One button at a time… Slip it down off your shoulders… Let it slide down behind your back… You’ll be more comfortable, cooler… And sit back down.”

       Her eyes remaining focused on the glass, her fingers slip across the top button, unclipping it as she sits.  Fingers slipping downward across her second button, she awkwardly unclips it.  Continuing to slide downward across the parting material, slowly one at a time, finally all half dozen white buttons are released as the blouse hangs open across her glistening chest.  Arching her shoulders back, the blouse spreading apart, stretching and dropping behind her, her white cotton bra’s revealed, her globular melons swelling beneath the stretching cups.

       Taking in her full breasts, tanned, perfectly filling the at least ‘D’ cups supported by the wide, thick straps of a bra designed for substantial breasts, he smiles to himself as he glances through the partition toward his nude patient, her similar bare attributes being terribly abused as a second syringe is being applied to her other nipple.  Again his attention on the aunt, he continues.  “That bra’s confining too… Too small for those bulging breasts… It’s irritating isn’t it?… Yes… Your breasts are aching… Too confined… And now the nipples are becoming irritated, burning for some reason… Feel them?… Give them some room… Caress them.”  Watching her hands cupping beneath, around the outer sides of the material covering her thrust out breasts, her fingers in motion, stretching at the straps, tugging at the cloth cups, he watches the firm titflesh overflowing, the tan areolas becoming exposed.

       Smiling to himself as she stares blankly toward him, he continues in an almost monotone voice.  “Unsnap that bra’s hasps… Release your breasts… Attend to the nipples… They’re itching; burning… Damn!... There’s a bee on each nipple… They’re stinging the nubs… They’re stinging again… Again!... Right across your burning nipples!”

Fidgeting, legs kicking out from the chair as her chest she reflexively jerks as she grunts, stares down toward her breasts. Hastily unhooking the trio of snap hooks between the white cups, arching back, tearing the cups open, dropping the separating bra down across her hips, her bare breasts bounce, sway as her fingers jerk up across her sternum, scraps out over the twin mounds of stretching flesh.  Fingers, thumbs locating, pinching, twisting, tugging the dark nubs of her nipples, her breasts stretch outward in her frantic hands.

       “Watch out!... They’re stinging you again, right on the very tips of those nubs… Crush them… Crush them between your fingers and thumbs… That’s it… Crush ‘em!”  Watching her wide eyes, her nipples pinching between her thumb and fingernails, he continues.  “Your nipples are on fire from being stung!... Use your mouth… Your lips, use your teeth and bite… That’s it… Use your teeth to yank the stingers out now!... Quick… They hurt, burn really bad!”  He urges as he watches her frantically crane, jerk her head forward, cup her breasts, force the stretching nipples upward toward her spreading lips, craning her neck, sucking inward, her left nipple, the right, biting her left tit again as she grunts, twists and jerks at her naked flesh.  “That’s it… Better… They’re much better now… Relax… They’re soothed now… You can release them now and sit back and look… Look toward me… The pain’s gone for now.”

Watching her dropping her hands away from her swaying melons as she leans back, bare breasts bouncing, then gently swaying, her head turning and glancing away from her niece as instructed, he leans foreword, whispers in her ear.  “Nude.”

Eyes blinking, turning her head, seeing the image of her nearly naked reflection in the glass, her arms jerk upward, crisscross her bare breasts.  Complexion turning a crimson tint, head jerking downward, realizing she’s somehow bare breasted, both nipples searing, raw.  Locating her bra across her lap, her open blouse spread behind her, her voice quivers, rasps.  “Wha… What the hell!... Wha… My breasts…. My breasts are bare… Bare!”  Her blushing face turning downward as she notices her reddened, aching nipples, glaring back toward him, eyes wide, she grunts.  “Wha… What’d you do… Do with… Too me!... My breasts hurt… Hurts so bad!... What’s happening here?”

A smile, no a smirk across his face, he scolds.  “You wanted to know what we’re doing with your niece… Well… Just the same as what I’m doing with you!... And we’ve just started with you!”  Stepping toward her, enjoying her startled expression, he antagonizes her as he leans toward her ear as she jerks her head away, pressing it against the glass with a ‘thump.’  “You want to know what I’m doing with you?... Well… In just a couple minutes you’re going to find out for yourself, you’re going to be butt… “Naked!”

Again becoming almost instantly rigid, she sits, stares straight ahead in silence as he stands upright, smiles.

“Stand and strip the rest of the way for me!”  He instructs. “Leave your clothes on the floor; you can pick them up later.”

Immediately obeying, standing in front of the chair, slipping her slacks down her thighs, she steps out the right leg then the left.  Flipping off her shoes, she slides her thumbs down both hips, slips her silk, semi-thong panties below her knees, allows them to drop onto the floor as she steps out one foot at a time.  Standing nearly at attention, shoulders squared, her hands down toward her sides, her breasts are even more impressive, standing out and slightly spreading in a natural sort of way.  Globular, almost symmetrical and firm, the dark thick nipples highly mounted, barely jiggle with each breath.  Glancing on downward toward her curvy hips, he takes in the unobstructed view of just the slightest part between her inner thighs, the wisp of cropped pubic hair just above the exposed nub of her clitoris.  Flat stomach, even a hint of muscular abs and he realizes she’s going to be a real source of amusement for him. 

“Turn and bend… Spread your butt cheeks wide… With your fingers… Keep your legs straight and your ass up!”

Unhesitant, turning and bending at the waist, her breasts sway down from off her chest as she reaches around her thighs, grips her butt cheeks and spreads her legs.  Still silent, she remains in her fixed position as he steps around the chair, examines her naked body even further.  Again glancing through the partition, again comparing the girl’s youthful body spread out just a few feet away, the aunt’s fifteen or so years difference in age has been more then kind to her.  Placing the palm of his hand across the small of her back, he watches as her globular breasts sway beneath her, the thick dark nipples protruding as they jiggle with each breath.  Letting his hand glide across a rounded rump, he’s certain her toned and tanned body most assuredly visits a health spa on a regular basis.  Sliding his hand away, stepping in front of her, he barely more then whispers.

“Nude!”

Twitching, finding herself somehow in her humiliating pose, jerking upright and spinning around obviously in disbelief, a startled expression on her flushing face, her breasts flatten beneath her right arm as her left hand cups her private area, her wisp of a raven colored ‘landing strip.’  “Oh my God!... Oh God!”  Her terrified voice almost shrill, her knees bending, pressing together, her mid length dark hair barely brushes across her shoulders as she stutters.  “What’s happening… How’s this… This happening… It can’t be!... What are you doing with me?... Oh God!”

“Quiet… And listen up!”  He commands as he continues to take in her naked body, her utter humiliation.  “Do exactly as I say or the next thing you know you’ll find yourself on your knees and performing oral sex on me with cum covering your face!... You already know what I can make you do to your tits… Believe me it can be a lot worse!”

“How dare you…. You monste……”

“Naked”

The anger in her voice circumvented, again her body tenses, becomes stationary as she stares straight ahead.

Unzipping his trousers, shaking his head slowly back and forth, he drags his swelling cock from his underwear as he scolds.  “Kneel… Hands behind your head… Spread across the floor on your knees and open your mouth wide… And keep those eyes open!”

Watching her arms drop toward her sides, her knees bending as she slumps toward the floor, he’s struck by her globular breasts hanging freely from her chest, the wide areolas covering the faint bluish veins visible beneath the stretching flesh of her full melon sized rack. As her arms slowly rise above her head, her hands coming to rest behind her neck as her elbows spread above her, he glances into her blank eyes’ staring straight ahead as her mouth opens, her lips spreading.  Leaning forward he lets the crown of his thick shaft press across her upper lip, her nose, across her cheek and unblinking open left eye before swiping the rapidly swelling cock back and forth across her forehead.  Giving her face a once over, lowering his cock in his gripping fist, he mutters.  “Push those tits out toward me and hold still.”

Another immediate reaction, her firm breasts jaunting outward as her shoulders arch back, the thick nipples spreading as they jiggle, he lets the oozing crown slap back and forth across her chest, flatten into the nipples, press into her tit flesh.  Slowly pumping, his foreskin sliding back and forth between his fingers and thumb, he watches the drooling pre-cum stick to a nipple, stretch out and flick out between her glistening globes.  A couple more pumps, lifting upward, aiming for her mouth, he slides his pulsing shaft inward, across her tongue, scrape almost painfully between her teeth toward her throat, press against her tonsils.  Gripping the back of her head just above her clenching fingers, feeling her body twitching, her throat gagging, he rams deeper, his scrotum slapping beneath her chin.  Forcing her face against his thighs, hearing her wheezing, coughing, he begins pumping, driving his entire nine inches of manhood deep down into her throat.

“Nude… Nude……………Nude!!”

Her naked body jerking, her glazed eyes rolling in her head, her fingers flex, hands jerk apart, frantically reach around and flail, reflexively grabbing at his hips as she’s shocked into realizing what’s being done to her.  Gripping, clawing his hand in front of her face as she violently struggles for breathe while gurgling, grunting she can’t believe her mouth’s being stretched so painfully wide apart by his massive cock pulsing, twitching between her stretched lips.

Pumping, pumping, his legs twitching as his other hand twists a knot in the hair on the back of her head, he jerks back as he feels the pulsing along the entire length of his shaft, the load exploding from deep inside spurting.  Jerking his cock back out from her mouth, the hot cum squirting, covering her lips, her nose, splashing across her squinting eyes, up into her straggled  hair, he hears her gasps of breath, the air gushing from the vacuum escaping her throat.  Stepping back as the last couple squirts splash across her glistening melons, releasing the grip on her twisted hair, he watches her drop to the floor on her side, her hands, fingers, pressing across her face, her lips as the cum oozes from between her clawing fingers.

“See… Didn’t I tell you?”  He scolds as he strokes his twitching cock a couple more times, lets the last drops of the creamy white fluid drip across her bare hips, a butt cheek.  “Now maybe you’ll listen to me!... Stand up and don’t say another word until I tell you too or I’ll have you doing things to yourself that you won’t believe possible!... You might even windup taking your niece’s place in there!... That’ll be a Hell of a lot worse then bruising those nipples a little, won’t it?”

Moans, whimpers, slowly kneeling, hands on floor as she struggles to raise up, her face, hair is matted with his cum as her sticky hands cross her breasts while she straightens upright, her eyes focusing on the floor.  Disgusted, trembling, her backside scraping across the partition, she doesn’t even notice her niece’s torment continuing just on the other side of the glass, the girl’s bound breasts bulging to twice their normal dimensions, impaled with emptied syringes still dangling from her impaled nipples as her clamped clitoris is being given the even more painful piercing of a third dripping syringe.

“Now that’s better.”  He smiles.  “Think you need to clean yourself up a bit before we go any further… Lick that cum off your fingers, then wipe it from your face with your hands and lick that cum and swallow it too.”

Anger, humiliation in her eyes, hands trembling as the semen glistens across her fingers, sticking across her breasts, she reflexively clenches her fingernails into her firm flesh.  Appearing hesitant, defiant, yet intimidated with the knowledge that he has some sort of power over her mind, her willpower, she still can’t hardly believe she’s standing in front of him naked and abused.  Reaching up, disgustingly she slowly presses a couple of her fingers across her parting lips, tastes his salty semen as it sticks, drips into her open mouth as she almost gags.

“Do better then that or you might find yourself drinking urine next!... And you should certainly know by now that I can make you do it if you don’t obey… No more chances… You’ve got one minute and counting!”  He threatens, catching the sheer disgust, fright flashing across her face as she presses her other hand against the one across her mouth, all four fingers between her lips.  Sucking, lapping, her breasts jerk beneath her crossing arms as her stomach ripples while she obviously fights the reflex to regurgitate his cum.

Swiping her face, her breasts, her hair, sucking the fingertips, her thumbs, her darting eyes stay riveted on him as he slowly steps from one side of her to the other.  Knowing that somehow she could find herself just blinking and then being his toilet, she can almost taste his urine, like she already tastes his cum.  Heart pounding, unable to comprehend how any of this nightmare’s possible, her thoughts now are of just of somehow getting by without any more humiliation, abuse, even more, somehow getting away from this madhouse.

Watching, waiting for her to finish, he glances into the other room, his young patient’s naked body contorting from her unimaginable torment.  It’s about time to go in there and administer to her he thinks to himself, after all, her aunt’s going to be spending the entire weekend at the asylum, with a good part of that time certainly way down in the sub-basement.

End Part 5