ASYLUM TALES

The title of the story describes it all

Author’s Note:  Damn, it’s been about three months away from the keyboard with the exceptions of a couple additions already laying around to other stories.  JJ seems to be a prophet; I’ve gotten the urge to revive and add a couple chapters of ‘The Nanny’ next month with it being the most popular of my tales.  (And on its anniversary since I started that story last October)   But first, I figured I’d do a one time deal and rattle off some chapters of a few damsels in distress just to get back into the flow.  I have to admit it’s nothing great and didn’t take much thought.  It’s even not very original actually, but hey, what the Hell, it’s free, ain’t it?   

Part One… Perception is reality… Or is it?

Chapter One

       Hazy, drifting into a terrifying consciousness, flat on her back she finds herself incapable of blinking as she instantly realizes her eyelids are inflexibly spread apart with strips of surgical tape.  Rigidly strapped down spread-eagled on the hot, dampened gurney type apparatus her burning eyes dart back and forth as she’s forced to stare upwards into the glaring lamps crisscrossing the stark ceiling above the harsh metal surface her naked body’s sprawled across.  A thick leather strap burrowing itself painfully across her hairline holds her head firmly in place as her chafed wrists and ankles stretch, cuffed to taut ropes stretching toward the four raised eyelets of the table’s corners.  The gurney secured to the floor in the center of the hot, heavily humid concrete walled room, her svelte body virtually arches from the neck down, twitches from the tensioning straps, her defined ribcage outlined above her rippling abs as her inverted navel flutters, pooling, overflowing with the perspiration streaking across her glistening naked flesh.

The pain searing, once again her mind can’t block the unrelenting sounds of the sporadic ratcheting beneath the apparatus intertwining with the creaking, practically tearing of her joints across her extended extremities.  Fists clenching, toes curling while finding herself agonizingly anticipating the horrendous sound of each random slow clank below her, her youthful but globular breasts stand virtually upright from her heaving chest surmounting the physical pain, mentally she’s terrified that she’s being slowly torn apart.

Glazed eyes burning from her own perspiration, her hellish agony continues on and on, spittle flecking out from the oversized bright red ‘O’ ring forced between her yawning lips and gnawing teeth as she hoarsely grunts with each rasping breath while she struggles to even breathe.  Her heartbeat thumping, pounds deep in her chest from stark terror as her body continues to distort to the occasional but persistent clanking of the apparatus.  Feeling the insistent pressure of her arms, legs stretching, tearing, her taut body repeatedly arches, her boyish buttocks vibrating across the harsh metal surface.  The torment excruciating through every fiber of her naked body, bordering on delirium she prays for the pain to end, or at least for a respite of unconsciousness.

A clank, another clank, yet another insidious clank and she reflexively grunts even harsher with each searing, terrifying tug.  Virtually stretched suspended above the gurney, certain her shoulders are dislocating as her naked body quivers above the flat surface, her butt cheeks raise even higher, barely scraping across the flat metal, her head bent back frantically, barely twisting from side to side as she again hazily catches a glimpse of the familiar white clothed attendants stepping around the gurney, the ominous long flat razor straps swaying in their hands.  Even in her unimaginable pain her eyes pleadingly widen beneath the stretching tape as she’s forced to watch the tanned curling straps from either side of her prone body being raised in their clenching fists, snapping downward toward her bare chest, curling toward her spread areolas, unprotected nipples quivering up from her outthrust breasts. 

‘Thaw… Thwack!’  Almost surreal, in slow motion she watches through her unblinking, blurring eyes at the first couple blows of the flexing wet leather slamming downward simultaneously across her flailing breasts from both angles, the force of the slashing straps causing her tautly stretched body to reverberate against the table.  Head jerking back and forth in the tensioning strap holding her forehead down, the painful rhythm of the flogging quickly mounts as she’s repeatedly flailed across her naked breasts in unison, back and forth, above and below her jerking nipples, across her flattening areolas.  ‘Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!!!’

The constant ‘thwack’ of leather across bare flesh, her gurgling grunts, she feels her glistening body virtually bouncing up and down across the puddled flat steel surface.  Unable to squint, to turn her head, she’s unable not to focus on the subtle wide razor straps rising, curling downward, flickering as they pass between the ceiling lights glaring down from above them before smacking across her tortured breasts, the firm mounds bruising, flattening, elongating as they independently bounce across her bare chest.  ‘Thwack… Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’

Dazed, disoriented, the blows still mainly centered across her bruised breasts, her rapidly swelling nipples, the constant sound of the thrashing mixed with the attendant’s evil, sadistic grunts as they lean into the flailings, she can’t block the echoes reverberating over and over off the room’s walls.  The overall pain overwhelming her, the lights seeming to dim, the room slowly fading into darkness leaves only the constant ‘smacking’ sounds of the damp straps echoing in her ears, resonating in her mind as she finally lapses back into a merciful unconsciousness.

Chapter Two

Waking, heart pounding, protectively curling her naked body on the damp bedspread as she crosses her arms, slides her hands around her bare shoulders, the sharp nails of her trembling fingers dig painfully into her damp flesh.  Aching breasts flattening beneath her pressing forearms, glancing over at the digital clock on the dresser, 2:43 am, she apprehensively partially raises, glances around as her dark matting hair sticks to her shoulders.  Hesitantly setting upright as she flips her feet, then her legs off the edge of the bed, she notices her shoulders, hips also aching as she slides the palms of her hands behind her onto the sheets while carefully glancing down in the shadows toward her bare, glistening breasts.

Reaching out with her left hand, the thin medical band slipping down her wrist, she flips on the wall lamp’s timer switch.  The light blinking on, tilting her head, staring from one side to the other she’s sure she can notice some discoloring, blotching across her glistening chest as she slides across the crinkled white sheets away to apprehensively stand on the floor.  Stepping gingerly toward the dresser mirror, leaning across the bare dresser and glancing over her naked body, a second, third look at her swaying breasts hanging down off her arched out chest, she watches as they gently sway while she searches for the bruising, or at the least some marks that must have been left from the whipping she just experienced, the severe flogging, certain they must be noticeable as her heart pounds just a little harder.  Staring, touching, she can only find what she thinks are the slightest discolorations around the more tender areas of her firm breasts, especially the spread areolas and flattened nipples.

       Back to the bed, sliding up toward the headboard on her buttocks, the pillows with their white pillowcases stacked between the wall and her backside, she crosses her legs, stares into the darkness as she flips off the light and crosses her arms in front of her chest.  Another agonizing middle of the night nightmare but somehow leaving the faintest, but she’s certain, visible bruises as she feels herself slowly rocking, swaying, letting her aching breasts rest across her crossing forearms.  Waiting for daylight, worrying that falling asleep will just bring a continuation of the nightmare; she’s terrified at the realization that each time it seems even more realistic, and seems to being drawn closer to a terrible conclusion.

       Knowing it’s still hours before the lights in the ceiling automatically come on again and the staff makes their initial rounds of the day, she’ll try to wait it out, not go back to sleep.  Watching the digital clock, listening for any sounds outside her locked door, she continues to gently rock back and forth on the bed above the sheets, naked, perspiring while terrifyingly awaiting out the night.

       The clock slowly clicking with each minute, able to count to within a second of each click, she’s already become fairly adept at the little game to pass the time.  2:47am… 253am… 2:59am.  Glancing away from the clock and up toward the ceiling, the countdown’s in her mind.  Three o’clock, four, five o’clock pass by as her blurred mind counts on as she struggles to somehow stay awake.  Thousand fifty-eight… Thousand fifty-nine… Thousand sixty…. Thous…. The lights flick on, within a half second at most, she thinks in her dazed state as she continues to cross her scraped shoulders with her gripping fingernails, her breasts still spreading out across her forearms as she can’t help glancing down with the light, looking again for the bruises, the marks from last night’s torture.

       The door opening, the trio of white clad attendants with surgical masks and caps enter the room.  Silent as always, one man with a clipboard and pencil, one man with the push cart containing assorted white paper cups, syringes, and the third a woman with a stethoscope, thermometer and also wearing an apron around the waist.  Completely silent at first, they step toward the side of the bed.

       “Assume the proper position face down on the bed.”  The woman orders, her voice stern, expecting immediate obedience, staring with her piercing dark eyes between the mask and cap.  “You’re been up way to early!”

Knowing the consequences of speaking, of not obeying, sliding down across the bed, turning onto her stomach, slipping her knees up beneath her, she thrusts her buttocks upward, spreading her knees outward as she crosses her hands behind her neck, flattens her breasts against the mattress as her elbows practically touch up behind her head, her face pressing into a pillow.

“Remain.”

The single word’s quickly followed by the coolness of the thin glass tube slipping between her butt cheeks, past the sphincter muscles of her puckered rectum.  Just a couple moments, the likewise coolness of the stethoscope’s tip presses against the outer globe of her left breast before sliding beneath her against the flattened nipple, resting across the hardening nub as the woman’s hand tugs the flattened breast outward from the mattress.

“Now turn over.”

The next order again just brief harsh words as both instruments are slid away even as she turns, twists on her back, spreads her legs, arms apart, then stretches.  It’s the same routine as always.

“Bow and spread… Then rise.”

That order almost harsh, and the hardest and most humiliating to follow, she bows backwards, forces the palms of her hands and the bottoms of feet into the sinking mattress as she arches her back awkwardly  upwards, forcing her torso up off the mattress.  Breasts spreading, separating out off her chest, the top of her head presses into the pillowcase as she assumes her semi circle arch in front of the woman and both men.  Remaining in her pose, hands, feet digging into the mattress, she feels her breasts manipulated, the nubs of her nipples tweaked, the areolas twisted and stretched.   Biting her lower lip as she maintains her position, knowing the only reason for this treatment has to be for their own sadistic pleasure, she feels the woman’s fingers sliding down across her thighs, slipping between her spread slit, feels the probing of her vagina, the fingers twisting, spreading between her quivering labium, flattening the nub of her clitoris.

“Kneel and spread!... Now!”

Slumping, almost falling backwards back onto the bed, quickly flipping onto her knees and spreading her legs while slipping her hands behind her neck, she arches forward, her naked spread-eagled body facing the foot of the bed as she stares straight ahead past the men’s leering eyes.  Again biting her lip, holding her breath, she watches from the corner of her eye as the woman picks out a large syringe, lets just a dribble of its clear contents escape its tip before stepping beside the bed.  The attendant with the cart in the mean time selects two small cups, steps to the other side of the bed and holds one against her lips as she tilts her neck back for him to dump its contents of pills into her opening mouth.  Dropping that cup, palming her breast as if holding her still but obviously for no real reason except to grope her, holding the other cup up, dumping its liquid contents between her spread lips, he waits for her to completely swallow as he squeezes her nipple, forces her to raise just a tad higher on her knees as he forces her to show the bottom of her tongue to him as she does with every medication.

“Hold still.”

The order barely given by the woman, both nipples tweaked by the man forcing her to raise even higher, a cold swab’s instantly dabbed across her bare flesh before the burning prick of the needle jams deeply into the left buttock. The deep probing sting’s quickly overshadowed by the warm, ripple like effect of the contents spreading across her backside to throughout her body in just brief moments. The effect practically instantaneous, she almost sways as the harsh light softens across the room, its all white décor blending into a haze.

       “All done… Now…Go……Baaack………Tooooo…………Sleeeeeep.”

       Hearing the words, sounding to her fogging mind almost like a slowed down version of an old phonograph record played on the wrong speed, she sways, assisted clumsily downward by her clenched breasts as she slowly slumps onto the mattress before the hands release.  Curling onto the bed, in just moments the door shuts behind the three attendants, the dreaded sleep again unavoidable as the ceiling lights flicker off.

       Minutes pass as she loses her struggle to stay awake.  Seemingly in-between consciousness and unconsciousness, drifting incoherently into darkness, the distant sounds of leather smacking flesh slowly becomes louder, harsher again in her head.  The constant rhythm growing ever louder as she attempts to roll onto her side, she feels her body again somehow becoming rigid, again somehow being stretched on the metal gurney by her wrists and ankles as the brute force of the unrelenting straps, the pain of the leather flattening across her breasts corresponds with the insidious sounds becoming ever louder, real, painfully realistic.

Her eyes squinting open, now somehow tapped apart again, staring at the bright hazy light reflecting down off the ceiling, the images rematerialize of the flexing straps slamming across her naked flesh as she sees the glaring reddish eyes between the white masks and the matching surgical caps concentrating flailing her naked breasts.  Whipped, bruised and swollen the battered mounds continue to flatten as the dampened straps tear across them over and over, unceasingly, the searing pain spreading across her torso.  Finding herself again in the middle of the horrific flogging, her hoarse screams echoes off the walls from between the ‘O’ ring stretching her mouth until she physically can’t scream anymore through her raw throat.

A dozen, two, three dozen until the better part of a hundred of unrelenting lashings slash across her bare chest as time’s become somehow immeasurable, the tender flesh of her tortured breasts discolored and swollen while her chaffed wrists and ankles grind in the harsh leather cuffs.  Gagging for breath, again hearing the ratcheting sound from below the table, her joints seem to tear from her extended limbs, her arms and legs stretching impossibly well past their limits.  The pain excruciating, insidious, her tortured body wavers across the sweat drenched table, her shoulders, hips feeling as if they’ve dislocated as the harsh straps continue to batter her pulverized breasts.  The room dimming, swirling, mercifully, again she loses consciousness.

Chapter Three

         Awakening to the sunlight filtering in between the open blinds up on the window and the opening of the hall door, she reflexively rolls over on her back, her mind cluttered as her breasts ache while she cups them with the palms of her hands.  Trying to comprehend her predicament, her shoulders and hips also ache, but obviously aren’t dislocated.  Glancing toward the psychiatrist and the three attendants stepping toward the bed, all as usual dressed in their white garb including the masks and caps, she crosses her arms over her naked breasts as she slides her knees defensively up beneath her. 

“Sit up… Kneel and spread… Hands behind your neck.”

The doctor’s voice calm but assertive, he watches as she clumsily but instantly obeys even as the female attendant steps toward the other side of the bed, waiting a moment before sliding the thermometer between the quickly spreading thighs parting above the mattress.  Another brief moment or two and the female assistant presses the stethoscope across the naked breasts of the spread-eagled patient obediently kneeling as ordered.

Glancing away during her brief examination, catching the digital clock clicking to 6:03am, she again stares straight ahead as she remains silent, waits for the thermometer to be slid back out of her rectum.

“Look at me… Keep your eyes on my hand…. Don’t blink… Remain motionless… Ignore everything else… But my voice……………..”

Hearing his even, assertive yet soothing tone, obeying and turning her head she stares directly into his deep eyes before she catches the flickering, almost annoying glitches of the small object in the palm of his hand being held up.  Feeling the cold swab on her butt cheek from behind, the prickling probe of the syringe from the hand of the female attendant, she reflexively jerks while still staring at the almost foggy specks of light emitting from his palm while his voice almost instantly becomes a hazy blur.  Feeling a hand cupping her chin, pills slipped between her lips followed by the sweetened yet bitter solution of the second cup, ignoring her breast being squeezed, she swallows as her eyes remain transfixed.

The warmth already spreading, the echoing ripples of the syringe’s medication flowing throughout her arched body, she remains transfixed spread-eagled on the bed, her eyes glazing as she hears the doctor’s monotone and soothing voice over and over again until silence.  Seeming to mentally drag behind real time, realizing the door’s shutting behind the shadowy silhouettes of the white clothed group leaving her alone in the room, she attempts to remain motionless, to sit upright as the room slowly swirls around her.  Swaying back and forth, her naked body finally slumps across the rumpled bedspread onto her side as she barely notices the digital clock clicking to 6:41am before losing consciousness.

Eyes again opening as the white clothed attendants surround the bed, she helplessly feels her naked body being lifted onto the metal gurney, her wrists and ankles systematically stretched and cuffed to the four corners. The restraints tugged until her body flexes against the metal surface, she feels herself rolled from the room, down the hallway as the masked faces stare down toward her from either side.  Twisting her head, watching almost incoherently as some of the separate doors passed by are partially open with what seems like all women, young women strapped naked to beds, some moaning, some struggling.

Rolled toward the trio of double stainless steel doors at the very end of the hallway, the gurney’s jerked to a stop, a button’s pushed on the wall, lighting up.  A couple moments, a buzzer sounds as the doors slide apart, opens and she’s wheeled forward to find herself on what appears to be an out of place fright elevator.  Left alone as the doors slam shut, dropping swiftly downward as the pit of her stomach churns during the spiraling drop, the lighting seeming to dim, blink during the freefall until she feels the elevator finally slow; jerkily stop as the stainless steel double doors immediately slide open.  Another group of surgically attired attendants, white caps and masks are waiting; wheel her down another hallway into an isolated room where the gurney’s rolled beside a hollow round wooden stool with a single vertical post attached behind it.

Uncuffed from the gurney she’s immediately forced to straddle the stool.  Disoriented, her wrists and elbows are tautly bound behind the narrow post thrusting her chest outward as her head slumps forward.  A leather strap stretched across her forehead, tugged back across the post forces her to stare forward as her knees and ankles are bound to the sides of the stool spreading her thighs apart.  Still barely conscious, her mouth’s pried open and a cinch like gag’s forced between her lips as her teeth bite down into the firm rubber.  A capsule snapped, whiffed back and forth across her upper lip, she grunts, jerks in her bindings as her mind clears.

Heart pounding, seeing the activity surrounding her, watching a foreboding black metal encased instrument wheeled beside the stool, reality strikes as her eyes widen, begin to dart back and forth.  Seeing the multiple gauges across its tilted front, the wires and pliers like clamps dangling from its sides, her heart thumps in her chest as her raw wrists grind back and forth behind the post, trying to break free, escape.  Watching the first of a pair of red clamps, not unlike a car battery jumper cable being unwound, she apprehensively watches as the wires are unknotted.  A black clamp, also one of a pair, it’s also stretched and straightened as she still struggles, grunts through the choking gag as the red clamp’s handed to the female attendant standing just beside her.

Feeling her breast gripped, squeezed tightly by its base, she’s barely able to glance down to see her spreading areola, the serrated teeth of the clamp spreading around the nub of her puckering left nipple.  Reflexively squinting her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the clamp snap tight.  “Aaaaaaagggghhhh!”

The metal teeth ripping into her tit flesh, the clamp dropping, swaying from her flattened nipple, her teeth sink into the hard rubber stretching from cheek to cheek as the leather strap grinds across  her twisting forehead.

Breast thumping, pulsing in the tensioning clamp, blurry eyed, the tears stream down her cheeks as she watches hysterically while the black clamp’s handed to the woman, its metal teeth quickly slipped across her right breast, the spreading teeth surrounding that puckering nipple.  “Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!!”

Another hideous scream as that clamp sways across her hollowed ribcage, the handles clanking together between her firm globular mounds.  Biting, chewing at the cinch, the searing hot pain jolting through her breasts with each escalating heartbeat, she feels her thighs being forced to spread even further as a hand probes at her spread butt cheeks, twisting at the tender flesh separating her pair of exposed orifices.  The second red clamp handed to the woman now kneeling, the wire stretching down below the stool; she feels the tips of the metal prongs jamming past both her sphincter muscles and into her gapping vagina.  Jerking her head back and forth beneath the harsh leather strap, grunting, pleading through the cinch spreading her drooling mouth, she feels the insidious pain as the clamp’s released.  “Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh!”

The serrated metal teeth sinking into her most tender flesh, crunching the thin, sensitive wall between her rectum and vagina, her body lurches, jerks, twists on the stool as the strap keeps her head pressed against the creaking post behind her.  The clamps jerking, bouncing across her chest, the pain of her tearing flesh is unimaginable as her naked body spasms, thrashes in its bindings.  Grunting, groaning, biting the cinch as her eyes roll up in her head, she feels the warmth of her blood dripping, streaking, and dripping off her naked breasts.

Drool and tears mixing with mucus across her face, dripping down across her heaving chest to mix with the remnants of the blood, she barely realizes the forth clamp, another black one’s being stretched toward the front of the stool, between her trembling thighs.  Its teeth opened, the nub of her clitoris pressed between it, it’s released.  “Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!... Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!... AaaaaggggghhhH!!!”  The harsh metal teeth sinking into her clitoris, also the edges of the tearing folds of her labia, her body contorts, twists in the bindings as each forced breath is just another hoarse shriek.  Burning, searing pain pulsing with each rasping breath throughout her tortured body causing the stool to shake, she’s almost incoherent as the room blurs before her tear drenched eyes even as she sees a hand reaching for the dials on the instrument.  The mixture of her blood tracing across her drenched, perspiration soaked naked flesh; she shakes her head back and forth in its chaffing binding across her forehead as the handle’s twisted a full turn.   “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghh…………………”  Unimaginable pain… Followed by darkness.

Chapter Four                    

       Eyes squinting open, her hands already cupping her breasts, she finds herself again on her side in a fetal position on the mattress.  The room in shadows, she glances up toward the lone window high on the wall, its blinds shut, allowing in just a hint of sunlight from the overcast sky.  Sitting up, her thighs, breasts aching, the digital clock reads 2:22pm as she leans over and flips on the timer switch to the wall light.  Slowly sliding off the damp bed spread, another glance into the dresser mirror, she feels her puffy nipples, certain her fingernails are gliding across barely noticeable serrated indentations.  Her hand between her thighs, her fingers pressing against the sensitive swollen nub of her clit, she spreads her legs, bows to take a closer look.  Again glancing up into the mirror, her hollowing brown eyes, her dark frayed hair, without her makeup she appears a shadow of herself.  From a twenty year old and offered a photo shoot for a Hooter’s calendar just months before and a previous winner of uncountable wet t-shirt contests, she looks, feels haggard.  

       Glancing at the bed, slowly stepping back toward it, sitting, again sliding up across the damp mattress, she leans against the backboard, stares toward the shadows.  The nightmares becoming more and more painful, the pain so realistic her stomach’s still nauseated, she feels her matting hair clinging to her shoulders, across her back as she bites her lower lip and gently rocks.  Watching the door, knowing the attendants will be back soon, she wonders what day it is.  Not able to recall how long she’s been here, two days, three, maybe as much as a week, only the nightmares, the inspections break the time into any kind of fragments.  Unable to keep her eyes from the digital clock, the little game begins anew, thousand one… Thousand two…

The minutes flipping by into what seems like agonizing hours, the door finally swings open.  Three new attendants, same protocol as she flips over, turns and twists during the inspection.  Probed and manipulated, more pills, another shot in the ass that she dreads, yet finds herself somehow yearning for, she again slumps across the bed, the bedspread’s dampness not noticeable to her as her eyes remain partially open, the pupils spreading, glazing.  The door shutting, the blinds still closed high up on the window, the room becomes dim as the dark walls seem to close in, sway in and out around the wavering bed while she blinks, struggles but closes her eyes for what just seems like brief moments… Until her body suddenly bucks from the electrical current.

Screaming into a rag stuffed in her mouth, she finds herself somehow again bound to the stool, watching the haze of what appears to be whiffs of smoke rising from her clamped nipples as each turn of the handle sends a searing pulsing current through her contorting breasts.  That sequence of shocks unbearable, that pain’s not even close to the equivalent of the indescribable pain suddenly jolting between her spread thighs as her vagina receives a severe jolt through the dangling clamps below the stool.  Eyes darting below the strap binding her forehead to the post behind her, catching the sight of the feverish hands working the dials back and forth, she grunts, thrashes in her restraints as she sees both dials between twisted fully around simultaneously.   “Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!!”   Her animalistic scream’s barely audible from her hoarse throat

Incoherent, her body reflexively jerking from jolt after jolt, one knob turned, the other twisted, both at the same time, back and forth, she can’t control her spasms, her bladder as urine spurts between her spread thighs.  Breasts flailing, the serrated teeth of the clamps gripping, burrowing ever deeper into her bleeding flesh as the heavy clamps bounce, twist across her arching chest, the matching pair hangs down and sways beneath her trembling thighs as her guttural screams are stifled by the thick rag spreading her jaws apart, her eyes rolling back in her head.  Blanking out, reviving, blanking out again, reviving again, she smells the burning flesh of her breasts, from between her thighs, senses the smoldering, hazing air circling the creaking stool.

Heart thumping in her chest, wheezing, coughing with each rapid, rasping breath, her straining, glistening body stiffens, jerks against the post as all the knobs are twisted to full power.  Fingers stiffening behind her, toes’ scraping into the floor beneath the stool, the power’s left on for eight, nine, ten seconds before finally turned off as her uncontrollable body spasms, slumps limply in the bindings, the strap still holding her head firmly against the post. Again the relief of unconsciousness.

Eyes blinking, again curled into a fetal position on the wet mattress her body trembles as the attendants grabs, slide her to the side of the bed.  Forcing her to stand, her naked body glistens as they grip her arms from either side; the sheet’s changed along with the rubber spread covering the mattress.  Led into the bathroom, placed under the shower, the hot water drenches her bare flesh as she semiconsciously feels herself being scrubbed. Toweled off, directed back to the bed, she’s laid on her backside naked, head up on the pillows against the headboard.

Staring with glazed eyes toward the doctor, the attendants in their usual garb, emotionally exhausted, her hands reflexively slide down between her thighs, up across her nipples, searching and probing for the remnants of her tortures as if no one’s watching her.  The memory of the pain so real, her nudity, her fingering of herself doesn’t register, matter.

“Hands behind your head.”

Hearing his command, reflexively obeying, she stares blankly toward the doctor.

“Watch my hand… Listen… Listen to my voice.”

Obedient, feeling her chin cupped, the pills followed by the solution, a dribble streaking from the corner of her lip splashing across her bare breast, she watches the flickering in his palm, listens to his somewhat mundane voice.  Feeling a cool swab across her thigh, the stinging burn followed by the soothing spread of warmth, deep, deep inside her mind she realizes she’s soon going to be tortured again, even if just in her confused mind.  The room seeming to blur, the door distortedly shuts as she’s again alone.  Struggling to count, to stay awake, the numbers are almost erratic in her mind.  Thousand one… Thousand two……… Thousand thr……

       

Chapter Five

Hearing the door jerking open again, this time much louder then normal as it almost slams against the wall behind it, she’s unable to move on her own as the white clothed attendants rapidly surround the bed.  Her body’s twisted and forced face first across the bed as she feels her wrists tightly roped, her elbows tied tightly together while her frayed hair’s twisted and wrapped in a fist with her head jerked backward.  Seeing the white clothed attendants working almost feverously around her, she feels the harsh twine rope looped around her swaying breasts as she’s arched back.  Each breast’s wrapped simultaneously three, four, five twists, the swelling globes searing with pain as she feels the prickling twine dig deeper and deeper into her tit flesh.

       Rolled onto her side as her bulging bare breasts stand outright, separating as the twine narrows to what seems like less then a couple inches against her breastbone, her areolas, nipples stretch across the discoloring flesh spreading to nearly half the size of her shimmering melons.  Each ankle’s gripped, twine wrapped several harsh loops around both with the ends of the twine stretched up behind her, looped over her shoulders and tugged until her ankles overlap her elbows bound behind her back.  The ends of the ropes tied over the top of the twine already binding her breasts, jerking, tugging, her back bows as her breasts are jerked upward beneath her chin.  Another rope’s bound to between her wrists, slid between her butt cheeks and stretched upwards between the puffy labia folds.  Disappearing between her slit, scraping across her clitoris, tugged viciously up across her navel, its other end’s wrapped between her bulging globes and stretched tight.

       The pain again searing, the ropes burning into her tortured flesh, her breasts appear ready to burst as they’ve quickly discolored to a deep shade of purple as the grinding twine between her thighs chafes across her sensitive clit.  Grunting, rasping for breath as her hair’s released, she feels her body being rolled over again, off the edge of the bed.  Thumping face first across her ballooning breasts, practically bouncing off the floor, she feels her hair again grasped, her naked body dragged toward the door.

       Still open to the hallway, she glances blurry eyed toward the bright lights as she’s hoisted upwards, her breasts wrapped with a pair of cords connected to a jerking pulley that tugs her almost balled up naked body off the floor, raised to beneath a set of rails mounted to coaster wheels.  The apparatus rolled down the hallway as her body twists, turns beneath the pulley, her entire weight’s suspended from her engorged breasts.  Rolled through the kitchen, the size of a restaurant’s, and wheeled in front of the freezer compartment; she’s hosed down from a sink hose.  Drenched, gagging, the freezer door’s open as her eyes catch the large thermometer at nearly zero as the cold blast of air rocks her tortured flesh.  Shoved inside, the door closed and locked as her body twists, sways in the chains, the lights are flipped off as she feels the moisture on her bare flesh instantly harden, freezing.  The pain again unbearable, burning, freezing, her body shivers, spasms as it slowly twists in the nearly sub zero darkness.  Gagging coughing, again the darkness becomes even darker as her body stiffens.

       Shivering, curled into a fetal position, her eyes blink open in the dark room.  The digital clock reading 7:26pm she grips her shoulders, twitches her toes.  Trying to slip the sheet up over her naked body, unable to pull it out from under her, she rolls toward the edge of the bed across her flattening breasts.  Again glancing at the clock, reaching over and hitting the timer switch, she raises into a sort of pushup position as her breasts sway beneath her.  Slipping a foot off the bed, finding the floor, slipping her other foot onto the floor, she stands while still gripping the mattress.  Glancing down toward her swaying globes, standing upright, she staggers to the dresser mirror.

       Cupping both breasts, staring down toward them, toward the mirror, their coldness to the touch seems still obvious to her as she gently squeezes, inspects the faintest of marks appearing to circle each breast.  Reaching down, feeling the soreness, the yet not quite raw nub of her clit, it too seems cool to the touch.  Stepping back to the bed, collapsing across it face first, she doesn’t need to glance at the clock again as she’ll just wait and think.  The mattress covers not damp this time, actually the warmth on the pleasant side; she tries to understand the realistic tortures she goes through virtually every time she drifts into unconsciousness.  Eyes barely open as she gazes into nowhere, body limp, her mind wanders in her exhausted state as she tries to comprehend her madness.

       Already she’s unable to remember the particulars of every single torture except that the pain’s unbearable and lasts for hours on end during nightmare after nightmare and that they’re never piecemeal or drift into other scenarios like ordinary dreams seem to do.  And, she could swear there’s always some sort of visible remnant of the tortures left even though not as they should be if the nightmares were even faintly real.  What she does realize is that the pain always seems realistic, even excruciating for the entire unconscious period, leaving her exhausted and terrorized of sleep, which again she briefly succumbs too.

       Deep in maddening thought, having just received her latest heavily drugged injection well down on a butt cheek, the sound of the door opening doesn’t faze her as the three administrators step into the room followed by the doctor and the court magistrate.  Stepping around her as she sits in the middle of the room facing the long table, her wrists, ankles shackled to a wheelchair, the group takes their seats to face her from behind the table except for the doctor.  Waiting for the magistrate to glance over the files, the doctor stands beside the patient, unfastens her hospital gown, slides it down off her nude body and behind the chair.

       The room quite, she’s exposed under the incandescent lights as the doctor manipulates her breasts, spreads her thighs to reveal virtually every aspect of her naked body.  Quietly shaking his head back and forth, he steps toward the table, in front of the magistrate.

       “As you can see in her eyes… She’s practically incoherent… And of course, no scarring, serious injuries.”  He points out.  “Only minor abrasions or discolorations caused by her very own hands… That’s why we keep her just mildly sedated… To protect her from herself!”

       Glancing toward her in obvious pity, her reddened eyes, barely conscious stare, the administrator firmly stamps the folder in front of him.  “This is just a formality… I don’t need to go any further… Another sorry story isn’t it?... I don’t see how you can deal with the derangements of so many young women… Their minds so distorted to reality.”  Glancing toward the three administrators, he continues.  “It seems like weekly I’m here to certify another beautiful girl is no longer competent to function outside your facility, much less in the real world.”

       Slowly nodding his head, he glances once again over the front page of the file before adding.  “Her complaints here in her file of being repeatedly tortured are obviously a figment of her imagination…  I’ve already seen enough Doctor… It’s a shame… Such a beautiful young woman too… I’ll recommend her also to your custody… And to whatever treatment you deem necessary… I’m sure the court will accept my recommendation… It always does as you know.”  Handing the file to the closest administrator, he adds.  “She’s all yours until you decide she’s well… If ever!”

       Hearing the conversation in front of her, barely able to part her lips, she hears the doctor’s voice as she can barely shake her head pleadingly back and forth, even as she doesn’t even know if she’s awake or hallucinating as her wheelchair’s turned, rolled toward the door by an attendant In hospital garb.

       “Excellent… Excellent Sir.”  The Doctor answers.  “And it may take months, or God forbid… Even years… And believe me… You don’t realize just how dedicated and involved we are to her cause!… And for now, I think that like some of the others here… She just needs to be taken back to her room and get plenty of rest to start with… We’ll just medicate her to sleep for the time being!... We have just what she needs… Here at the institution.”

       Escorting the magistrate down the hall to the foyer, the doctor smiles at the thought of how many more just like her in the asylum also needs his attention, and will certainly be receiving it.

End Part One       

       

            

ASYLUM TALES

Part Two… The runaway

Chapter One

       Absconding from juvenile detention where she had been incarcerated for being incorrigible, she’s apprehended again.  Ordered institutionalized for observation by pre-signed court orders she’s being carefully watched by the staff while she paces back and forth in the stark isolation cell, the four brilliant white walls padded with only a two way mirror high up on the back wall and the padded metal door on the opposite with a single light glaring down from the ceiling illuminating her.  The doctor stares with anticipation through the glass at his latest project, notes her unkempt long dark hair hanging down across her shimmering shoulders, her revealing, midriff tank top barely covering her youthful but much more then perky breasts, the globular mounds pressing against the stretching material, obviously unencumbered by a bra as they unabashedly jiggle, sway as she angrily paces from one wall to the other.  Her body, well developed past her seventeen years is well tanned from what have become her too frequent jaunts to Florida for going on three years of rebelliousness.  The thin white knit top contrasting with her dark, virtually unmarred skin while the low, sloping hemline reveals the upper curves of her resilient rounded globes, not to mention the puckered silhouettes of her hard, full nipples.  Yes, the doctor’s very observant, and pleased.

       Watching her through the backside of the mirror, the court’s papers already in hand for a minimum thirty day evaluation period void of any outside interference, the doctor realizes the possibilities she presents both him and his institution as he observes her initial moments of confinement.  Her skimpy clothes allowing little to the imagination, even her cutoffs expose more then they cover while he continues his observation of her youthful body as she belligerently paces in her confinement.  The faded blue jean short shorts that could make Daisy Duke blush, skin tight and raveled, expose the bottoms of her obviously pantyless boyish butt cheeks practically hanging out as on the front side there’s more then a few inches of exposure between her inverted navel and the unbuttoned snap above the jean’s spread fly.  Yes, and all’s duly noted from behind the concealing mirror by the doctor, already knowing her thirty day stint will turn into months, even more.

Her stomach rippling with each breath, her breasts continue to jiggle beneath the knit cloth as she’s in her continuous agitated motion back and forth.  Frowning, muttering to herself, her dark eyes repeatedly darting toward the mirror, back toward the door as she grinds a fist in the palm of her hand.  Her belligerent state, her rebelliousness obvious, the doctor’s announced decision is rubber stamped by the others watching at his side, it’s unanimously decided that she’s to begin her treatment drug free, to feel an immediate dose of pain and fear for the first few days before starting a regimen of mind altering drugs and hypnosis.  And of course, the program’s to begin immediately.

       The doctor picking up the wall phone punches in a code, in moments has a trio of orderlies responding to the cell.  The staff continuing to observe from behind the mirror watch as the well prepared orderlies swing the door open, a pair quickly grabbing an arm, the third cuffing her wrists behind her back in just a brief matter of less then a minute.  Half carried, half dragged out the open door and down the hallway her screaming, cursing can be heard, still defiant, angry.  Giving the orderlies a few minutes, the doctor and his staff stroll down the hallway, enter an elevator to the basement, to their newest patient’s assigned room.  Out of the way, isolated from the everyday proceedings of the hospital, her screams won’t matter.

       File in hand; entering past the thick, padded door, their newest patient’s already partially stripped, spread-eagled on tiptoes with thin leather straps tautly stretching toward wall mounted eyelets from leather cuffs secured to her wrists and ankles.  Her jeans already disposed of expose her spread slit, the tidy little ‘V’ of a wisp of dark pubic hair tailored to point down to between the puffy folds of her labia, the nub of her partially exposed clit.  Eyes glaring, the tight top pressing against, flattening her firm breasts, her left nipple’s virtually exposed from the distorted knit material.  Grunting, clenching her fists, she stands facing outward from the far corner of the room, just a few feet in front of the perpendicular tiled walls joining behind her.  A drain in the concrete floor centered below her, a trio of stainless steel showerheads above, it’s an ominous setting.  A scowl on her face, practically every muscle, every tendon ripples from her tautly stretched body as she glares toward the small group approaching in front of her.  Obviously angrier then frightened, her attitude’s about to change.

“Time to get more familiarized.”  The doctor smiles as he hands the clip-board to the nurse after checking the name on the head of the chart.  “Jodi, you’ve been assigned to us for the next thirty days… To be evaluated… And you’re my personal patient.”  He instructs in a matter of fact tone as he steps directly in front of her, inwardly smiles at her defiant stare, her dark eyes, pouting mouth quivering as she angrily bites down on her lower lip as she defiantly twists her naked body, her wrists and ankles taut in the bindings.  “We have full authorization to treat you as we deem fit… To do with you whatever we feel is necessary… It’s all authorized right there!”  Glancing back toward the clipboard being held behind him, back toward her hateful glare from between her strangling hair brushing across her face, he continues.  “You have no say… No recourse… Just have to be obedient or your stay can wind up being quite painful… And… Of course much longer if we request it to the courts… And believe me… We will!”  Again glancing toward the staff then back into her piercing eyes, he cups and rubs his hands together with an appreciating nod as he leers at the naked posture of her stretched body.  “Well, Jodi, You can obviously see we’ve already gotten started… I hope you’re not the shy type… Seems you like to run wild so we decided to keep you butt naked during your entire stay with us… Absolutely no clothes… None at all… Okay?”  Turning toward the staff with a smile, returning his attention back toward her, he addresses in a more severe tone.  “Now, let’s see what we have here… And I expect you to remain quiet now while I start my examination.”

Reaching out, he grips the narrow knit strap above their new patient’s left shoulder. Twisting, giving it a stout yank and continuous pull, the material tears, slowly rips apart as her left breast bounces free.  Cupping the globular mound, ignoring the tattered tank top folding down across her torso as her body stiffens, twists to the side he melds the firm flesh, squeezes.  Hearing her spiteful grunt, feeling her body jerking, glancing into her scowling eyes, he squeezes harsher, tugs outward causing the nipple to swell, the firm, youthful breast to discolor as she defiantly grits her teeth, glares downward toward her chest.  “Let’s see that other tit now.”  He softly speaks as he slips his hand beneath the other strap, yanks, tears a couple more times as both her breasts bounce, sway, finally jerk free, totally bared as the knit top rips apart in his hand.

       Watching for her reaction, anticipating a response, tugging the remnants from around her waist and handing what’s left of the ruined white material to an assistant, he cups both breasts, returns the spiteful stare as he again almost politely addresses her.  “That’s it… Stay silent… Like I told you… No need for these clothes anymore… Like I just said, you’ll pretty much going to be naked for quite some time to come, young lady.”  Beginning to apply pressure with his tightening fingers, twisting in opposite directions, he feels her body tensing as she gruffly groans.  Enjoying the feel of her firm breasts, her incredible body responding to his manipulations, on the surface he keeps his appearance of carefully inspecting the thrust out mounds.  “These breasts… Such an even tan too… And all over… I see you’re obviously used to being naked… Aren’t you?... To tan like that.”

       Her eyes still glaring, her heart noticeably pounding in her chest as her stomach’s washboard abs quiver beneath her defined ribcage, feeling her nipples tweaked she defiantly twists her head back and forth as she jerks at the cuffs with both wrists, bows her knees as she tries to tug her legs together. Another twist of her breasts, feeling his fingertips dig into her areolas, painfully pinch into the nubs of her nipples, she angrily blurts out, screams at no one in particular.  “Let me go you fucking bastards!... Let go of my tits!… Let me go now!.... Aaaagggghhhhh!!!”

       Gripping both breasts harsher, squeezing, twisting a full half turn, he forces her on her tiptoes as her shoulders arch back, her chest thrusting outwards and upwards.  “That’s enough… Or I’ll twist even harder!... Now silence!”  He harshly orders, elated she’s throwing a fit.  “You’ll have plenty to scream about shortly… When you pay for that little indiscretion… And you will painfully learn to behave rather quickly… Trust me!... Now shut the fuck up!”

The transformation of her attitude’s quickly noticeable as for the first time its obvious that pain, even concern covers her startled face as his harsh words match his painful grip.  Unrelenting, another quarter twist’s applied by the doctor’s unrelenting hands as he continues to humiliate her, her torso thrusting even further outward as she whimpers, both nipples bulging on her purplish breasts in his tensioning fists while she grunts, bites down on her lip, twists her head to the side as dark strands of hair brushes across her face, her tearing eyes.

“That’s it… Now keep quite and I’ll let go.”  He demands as he keeps the grip momentarily firm before slowly letting up, lowering his hands slightly as she responds to his command.  “Okay!”  He whispers as he releases her puckered, discolored nipples.  “That’s better.”

Sliding the palms of his hands down across her waist, across her hips, he notices the welling tears of her reddening eyes, her lips still pressed together with the lower griped between her teeth.  “Let’s continue with our little inspection… Make sure you’re not hiding anything from us.”  He continues, his doctor, patient voice returning.  Spreading the puffy Labia folds with the thumb and finger of his left hand, slipping the tip of his other thumb across the flinching nub of her clitoris, he probes the tip of that index finger inward, past the nail, the first joint, the second.

“Oomph!... Ouch……… Damn!!”  Her voice changing pitch as she again turns her head away, her body tenses, her thighs jerk as she feels his hands exploring between her spread legs.

“Hush!”  Working his finger gently in a pumping motion, feeling the walls of her vagina stretching, gripping his finger, he also feels the reflexive twitching of her clit again under his manipulating thumb.  Twisting his finger, bowing it somewhat like a hook, he pressures the inside of her slit, gently rubs, rotates as he presses the nub of her clit inward beneath his thumb simultaneously.  “Hold still… Don’t struggle.”  He instructs, continuing to watch her face, her expression as she keeps her eyes closed, her hair now covering most of her face.  Continuing his manipulations, he senses the short responses, the quivers inside her sex as she reflexively twitches, even as she tries not to while continuing to occasionally grunt, moan in protest.

“Hold still for me... It’s obvious I’m not the first one in there… Huh!”  He tosses in his degrading remark while ordering her at the same time as he continues probing.  Finding her spot beneath her pubic mound, his finger begins to manipulate, apply various pressures, twists inside her slit causing the slightest yet detectable quivers of her vagina to respond.  “Now, that other orifice down here too.”  He instructs, reaching around her hip with his other hand, touching the thumb pressing against her clit with his other forefinger.   Sliding the tip of that thumb against the puckered rim of her sphincter muscles, he feels her body twitching, responding.

Almost leaning against her, her firm breasts pressing outward, brushing, flattening against his white smock, he notices the hardening nipples standing out, jiggling from her swaying breasts as her rasping grunts have transformed into quieter moans as she lowers her head.  Applying pressure upward, forcing his finger inward, he feels the tip slip inside her rectum as her hips begin to reflexively quiver.

“Uumph!... Oomph!... Agghhh!”  Her head still lowered, turned away, her hips flinching; her grunt’s coincide with his probings of both buried fingers as he manipulates her pair of tight orifices simultaneously.  Tensing, her stretched, spread-eagled  body trembling, her head slumps forward beneath her flowing hair as she continuously flexes her fingers into fists, spreads them back apart, into fists again as she tiptoes, twists her feet, quivers in her restraints as he manipulates her G spot for a good two, three minutes. “Uuuuuummmmpphhh!... Gggaaaaddddd!”  Her breath raspy, her stomach flexes, sinks in, hollows beneath her arching ribcage as her naked breasts sways, glistens above her arched out chest as she struggles for composer, to block the feelings stirring in the pit of her stomach, in her womb.

Struggling to control herself, wanting to scream, to curse, to tear free and run, yet she can’t help feeling the mounting sensations between her spread thighs electrifying, consuming her by the expert manipulations of the doctor’s touch.  “Oomph…Humph… Aahhhh!” Moan’s sighs as she’s unable to control her reflexive jerks, block the constant electrifying pulses resonating from her clit, her rectum, mostly from that special spot inside her vagina that’s being pressed, massaged so delicately, expertly causing her body to respond on its own.  Her nipples even tingle, ache as she tries to force her breasts outward, to rub them against his smock, to somehow sooth them also.

Still gnawing on her lower lip, ignoring the surrounding onlookers, grunting, trembling, her ruffled hair flailing across her face, she reflexively twists back and forth in her restraints as her hips begin their betraying constant rhythm coinciding with his hands, his fingers, his thumbs.  Tilting her head back, frantically chewing on her lip she continuously moans, thrusting her hips outward with the manipulating pressure sending jolt after jolt through her womb for what seems like minutes on end as her stomach continues to churn, her knees flexing, weakening.  Each breath halted, rasping as she grunts, groans through parted lips, she feels the uncontrollable surge mounting, ready to explode from deep inside her bowels.  Groaning, grunting, tongue swiping back and forth across her parched lips, her body tenses, quivers, trembles.  Then, she feels his hands; both hands abruptly slip away as her body spasms, twists.  “Aaaagggghhhh!... Damn!... Damn!..... Oh Damn!!!”

Stepping back a step from her contorting body, nodding toward the others, he reaches out, swipes his sticky hands across her quivering breasts, wiping his fingers clean as if using a set of towels as he speaks.  “Let’s leave her alone to herself for awhile.”  Turning back, giving her engorged left nipple a playful tweak, he also gives her right breast a stout smack while glancing over her shimmering, naked body shaking, tautly stretching out in front of them, her thighs still noticeably contorting, her pubic mound flexing outward.  A slight smirk, he glances toward her flushed face as he cups her chin, stares into her hazed eyes.  “Later, you’ll be administered too… You’ll be taken for your first therapy session.”

Her eyes, most of her face covered with her matting strands of dark hair, she trembles, pouts.  As they step from the cell, they close the door behind them while she angrily stares downward between her heaving breasts, toward her twitching, spread slit, oozing, dripping.  Her grunts loud and agitated, she jerks in her restraints, presses her knees together, grinds her thighs back and forth while on the verge of a climax she at first tried to ward off.  Now, she can only scream out in frustration.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!”

Chapter Two     

Remaining spread-eagled for what seems like hours on end, frustrated, her arms, legs virtually numb in the shackles, the time slowly passes.  Awakening from a sporadic uneasy sleep, she finds herself being shaven from the neck down by a pair of orderlies with straight razors.  Exhausted from lack of real sleep, the constant pain of her stretching limbs, her head presses limply against her outstretched left arm as she tries to keep her eyes closed, avoid watching the blades flicking menacingly across her bare skin. The shaving finally completed, wiped down with damp cloths, she’s again left isolated in the room as the door shuts.  Glancing down across her glistening flesh she can only wait and wonder what’s next.

Another hour or more, the aggravating pain mounting, she glances toward the sound of the door opening again.  Eyes widening, taking a second, third unbelieving look, her head twisting, she jerks at her restraints as she grunts, clenches the straps binding her wrist cuffs.  “Nooo!... Noooooo!”  Hoarsely groaning, her body twisting in its tight bindings, she stares toward the trio of orderlies approaching her, a chromed tube, rubber wheeled clothes cart type apparatus being slowly wheeled between them.  Hazy, almost doubting what she’s seeing, she glances over toward the orderly in front of the entourage with what appears to be a short leather crop in hand.  The dampness dripping from its tip, the crimson discoloration on the tanned leather reveals it’s obviously in use as it flicks back and forth in his fist.

Staring past him, behind his back at the cart, glaring at the arched back naked body of a young, bound woman swaying back and forth from the one end of the twin upper rails of its framework, she realizes the woman’s suspended only by tight bindings encasing her discolored bulging breasts.  Her body twisting, secured into an inverted, almost fetal position in leather straps positioned to bind her ankles up against her thighs, her arms behind her back with her wrists also bound to her ankles, her mouth’s gagged by a thick red ball, her eyes covered, masked in black cloth.  Almost a caricature of a human form, the obvious red stripes are prominent across her bare flesh.  The numerous fresh welts glistening beneath her perspiration as she twists in the sadistic bindings are an ominous prelude of what’s to come to her as another set of similar bindings affixed on the cart are visibly swaying, vacant at the moment.

Jerking, twisting in her restraints as she’s approached by a pair of orderlies, she feels a similar ball gag stuffed between her yawning lips as a fist presses her cheeks together, forcing her mouth open.  “Therapy time sweetheart… Time to begin your attitude adjustments.”  He scolds as he fastens the straps behind her neck.   “Yea… Time to work on certain areas of this tight little body of yours!”

Her ankles unshackled, gripped, twisted up behind her thighs, she feels the straps tensing, tightening across he legs as she sways by her wrists.  Heart pounding, her eyes momentarily locking on the other woman’s positioning, an orderly behind her gripping, aligning the cart’s second pair of straps, it’s horrifyingly obvious who’s going to fill the other side of the cart as leather straps are looped, twisted across her own chest, squeezing, disappearing into her firm tit flesh.

Looped, aligned around each globe, she feels the pressure of the damp leather in her discoloring breasts as an orderly on either side un-cuffs her wrists, lowers her until her bent knees press against the floor.  Her virtually numb arms pressed harshly behind her back, elbows strapped together, her wrists are fastened to her ankles forming her naked body into the same bowed, fetal arch as the woman hanging in front of her.  Feeling herself being lifted, grunting, coughing as she’s hoisted toward the cart, the set of straps dangling from the rails are quickly affixed to the straps encasing her own breasts.  Dropped, the pain in her chest excruciating, she finds herself surreally swaying by her discoloring globes, hanging next to the other woman twisting in front of her as a dark mask slips across, covers her own eyes.

Chest throbbing, body swaying, panic, terror consumes her scrambled thoughts as the side of her naked body brushes against the other swaying woman’s.  ‘Thwack!’  A resounding smack across her bound, bulging breast, she can only grunt in her darkness as she feels the cart jerk, begin rolling.  ‘Thwack!’  Another searing pain instantaneous with the hollowed sound of the leather crop striking her taut bulging globe as her body twists, sways, bumps against the other woman’s again as her mind races, the lashings across her tortured breasts incomprehensible.

The fresh welts across her breasts glisten while stretching horizontally across her flattened nipples as her naked body twists in slow circles from the leather twine.  ‘Thwack!’  The sound of the lash, the grunt of the other woman’s moans as she’s obviously receiving her turn of the crop while the cart continues to roll down the hallway, one of the tires with just a hint of a flat spot squeaking across the tile floor, its sounds in cadence with the flicking of the crop across bare flesh.  ‘Thwack!... Thwack!......... Thwack!’

The cart finally rolled to a stop, the sounds of the orderlies working on the other woman, her whimpers gives the sense that she’s being removed from the cart, her inaudible pleadings continuing as she’s obviously being abused, positioned for some other purpose.  Her own body aching from still being suspended on the cart, the pain pulses through her joints, her arched body.  The overwhelming strain on her own tortured breasts as her body twists and turns, she still can’t block the sounds of the unknown torment being heaped on the other woman.

A screech, muffled screams, the terrifying sounds of shorted, electrical sparks, the acrid smell of burnt flesh in the air, the sense of bodies scurrying about, the sounds of the leather crop smacking across damp flesh, the darkness of her own mask and it all just multiplies the terror of her overwhelmed mind.  On the verge of hyperventilating, struggling to breathe through her flaring nostrils as the ball gag swells inward toward her throat; she can’t imagine what’s happening to the other woman as her anguished cries obviously diminish.  As the sadistic treatment continues for god knows how long, her own thoughts consume her as to what else is in store for her next.

The sounds still constant in the background, feeling the cart jerked into motion, wheeled away from the terrifying abuse, she feels her thighs gripped, her legs pushed forward, her body raised upward.  Out of hearing range, she feels what seems like a thick metal tube inserted inside her vagina, rammed inward, deep, even deeper as the cart’s being rolled along, the sound of the flat spotted rubber again causing a constant squeak on the tile floor.  Her body hoisted upward, still hanging by her breasts, but now also by her engulfed vagina on a thick metal hook, she sways back and forth perpendicular to the floor, her naked body arching back as her grunts are blocked by the saliva drenched gag until… The cart stops again.

Mask jerked from her face, the appearance of her discolored ballooning breasts even more terrifying then the physical pain, she’s certain the bulging mounds are ripping from the chest of her naked body.  The suspending straps stretching tautly downward flatten into the swollen sides of her purplish globes forcing the nearly translucent areolas, nipples to spread apart.  Further down, the hook engulfing her vagina’s blocked from her view but she can still see the swaying strap from the top of the cart’s railing connected to its eyehook.  The room just coming into focus through her tears, her eyes widen as she realizes she’s alone with her trio of tormenters in the Spartan surroundings as they close in around her.  Shaking her head back and forth, the gleaming medical clamps among other unfamiliar instruments in their hands, she squints her eyes, grunts through the gag as she feels the cold metal gripping, clamping across her breasts, clicking shut one click at a time across her nipples, tightly, harshly until each clamp reaches the final notch.

Jerking, twisting as each orderly picks a target, works down to between her thighs, the pinching, tearing pain’s of the multiple clamps are unimaginable as she screams through the gag, kicks at her bindings. Nipples twisting with the swaying clamps, their serrated tips virtually pressing together through the flattened nubs, she feels her clit stretched and clamped, labia lips yanked, also clamped, also to the very last notch.  The constant assault of her most sensitive, private body parts resonate through her pain wracked body as she chokes on her saliva, gasps for breath as the clamps dance across her bare flesh.

Cellophane packages torn open, a large number of syringe needles in hand, rows of the transparent blue tinted plastic ends wind up pressed against her tit flesh as they circle her taut nipples, the jiggling clamps.   A dozen or so left for between her quivering thighs, they begin circling her labium as three’s kept aside for their final placement.  The rest finally implanted, each nub of a nipple’s targeted, pierced.  The blue tips pressed flat against the swollen nub spreading out from the clamp’s prongs, the third’s immediately placed against the nub of her clit as it’s clamp’s tugged, stretched outward.  A harsh thrust inward, the blue tip grinding against the engorged nub, her body jerks, bounces in the creaking leather straps as her gurgled screams are blocked by the drenched ball gag.

“Now girly.”  The attendant smirks.  “You can spend the next few hours contemplating your future responses to the doctor as he treats your condition… The consequences are endless, and I’m sure you’ll agree… Can obviously be quite painful… As they are now!”

His words ringing in her ears, the pain’s surreal, pain layered on pain while she struggles to mentally block out the severity of her torment.  Bordering in and out of consciousness, blood traces, crisscrosses her glistening flesh from the multitude of needles, a few drops dripping to the floor as the spasms ripple across her twitching body weighed downward in the leather straps as she sways back and forth by her breasts and vagina. 

The door closing behind them as the orderlies leave, she’s left to contemplate her therapy, to deal with what they say is her obstinate teenage attitude, to experience what serious pain is.  Her treatments will be extensive just like so many others like her, in the confines of the asylum.            

End Part 2

ASYLUM TALES

Part Three… The asylum’s wooden pony, the asylum’s next fresh victim, the staff continues with their ongoing treatments of the unfortunate patients under the directions of the doctor.

Chapter One

       Another fresh arrival, this one’s young and exotic with a mixture of French, Irish and Portuguese in her heritage, and could easily pass as a kid sister of the front girl from ‘Wild On.’  Just admitted, of course against her will, her stay will be of the indefinite period like most of the rest of the young, selected unfortunates.  Her file reveals she’d been initially adjudicated for possession of hallucinates in her luggage while checking past an airport security when returning from spring break.  Now she’s been handed over to the institution on a warrant signed by the court for violating her stringent probation by failing an unscheduled random drug test.  Her stay will also be in suit with the rest of the institution’s patients similar to her, rather painful.  And, with that being said it’s about time for her treatment to commence down in the bowels of the basement, deep down.

       In the subterranean level below the asylum’s pre civil war era basement sits what’s commonly referred to as the ‘recreation’ room, at least amongst the staff.  Various devices are laid out accordingly, implements for inflicting pain on the selected patients, to be administered to the more attractive patients that is.  Near a corner and mounted on a slightly raised platform there’s an aged apparatus that’s tested the passage of time.  Rather simple in its design, it’s served the purpose of causing discomfort short term, of having inflicted pain with extended contact, and of course of having caused agonizing ordeals with protracted usage.  With the proper victim it can supply the observers with immense erotic pleasure.  It’s known by the staff simply as the ‘wooden pony.’

       Designs that can vary from a crude wooden plank hanging from ropes, to everyday saw-horses made of two by fours, to extravagant designs of carved wood forming a kind of ‘pony’ image, this particular one’s of the latter mold, with its design even more intriguing.  True mahogany, earlier years of varnishing and polishing, it’s majestic in the abstract form of the animal it’s named after.  The artistic design intricately carved to include strategic eyelets, hooks and accessories by old world crafters, the ‘business’ part of it’s rather simple.  A six inch wide flat rectangular rail of wood laid on edge, just a couple inches or so thick and a yard or so in length, it’s the epicenter of the simple design, the center portion of the apparatus used for the mount, and is vertically adjustable.  The apparatus has provided for the discomfort of uncountable victims and for the entertainment of the viewers since the asylum’s inception.

       Just the start of her second day institutionalized, not yet realizing the severity of her situation, like so many of the others anger and humiliation overrides her fear at the moment.  Her probation being violated, she hadn’t yet grasped what violated even means in this atmosphere.  By this time tomorrow, that won’t be the case any longer, for that matter, by this evening.  Again like so many of the others, clothing not an option, she’s already been stripped naked and is being prepared for her initial ordeal by a trio of male attendants.   An oversized black chocker collar fitted snuggly around her throat; a leather strap’s been affixed to its metal ring to lead her by.  Another shorter strap’s affixed to her ankles, allowing just a few inches between her feet.  Both arms forced straight up behind her neck, her elbows, wrists are also snuggly strapped behind her tilted head forcing her shoulders back.  A red ball gag forced between her lips as her heavy breasts thrust outward and she’s prepared to be led to her ‘treatment’ by the attendants.

Surrounded by the trio, her thick dark nipples highly mounted on her bronze toned globular mounds stand out, separating, jiggling as she’s led naked and barefoot from her room out into the stereotypical hospital hallway.  Shuffled past several rooms, some with doors propped open, some shut, on past occasional staff members’ glancing leeringly toward her while stepping aside as she’s led along, the leash stretches from the collar jerking at her neck as she struggles on the balls of her feet while forced to take short erratic strides.  An occasional grunt, a glare at an ogling attendant as her body’s humiliatingly exposed to everyone they pass by and her anger and humiliation is more then obvious.

The long walk to enter an elevator, the halting stop as it reaches the bottom; the hallway’s ominously different as the stainless metal doors slide apart.  Cruder ceiling lamps, the stone walls whitewashed but unkempt as she’s forced barefoot across the uneven inlaid stone floor, the coolness of the damp air raises goose bumps across her bare flesh.  Led toward a darkened wooden door toward the end of the hallway, occasional drips of water cause an echoing splashing sound from the rows of black metal pipes running along the walls up near the ceiling.

       That thick oaken door swung open, her exotic body freshly shaven, oiled from neck to toe, her naked flesh glistens under the brighter lamps swaying from the arched ceiling above the stone floor.  The outline of her ribcage protruding as her washboard stomach ripples, hollows with each angry breath beneath her jaunted out breasts, she’s forced to follow along toward the apparatus while tiptoeing on the balls of her feet.  Grunting through the bright red ball gag, its black straps hidden behind her thick single braid of dark brown hair as her flexing fingers clench into fists high above her head, she’s jerked along, her defiance still noticeable as her white robed attendants allow her just a bit of leeway, but only temporarily.

       Her dark eyes glaring as she’s being gruffly manipulated, positioned next to the apparatus, its design becomes apparent, even to her.  Her initial reaction to its benevolent appearance one of contempt while glancing between her quivering breasts down toward the antique torture device, she can’t help noticing the vertical wooden board, its’ top edge visibly worn and dull as it’s obviously been used more then a few times.  And, oiled down, prepared to be used again soon.  The attendants surrounding her, she feels one’s hands gripping the strap around her elbows behind her neck, another untying her ankles, grabbing a knee as she’s forced against the apparatus.  Leg hoisted up across the bar, she’s twisted forward as her chest arches, her breasts freely swaying, a nipple scrapping the angular, sculptured neck of the ‘pony.’

       Both her ankles gripped, leather cuffs secured around each, she feels her feet being spread a foot or so apart and fastened to the apparatuses’ rear contoured legs.  Twisting, tilting, her heaving breasts swaying, she senses the narrow top surface of the rail spreading her butt cheeks apart, slipping up between her thighs, firmly pressing against her vulva.  Elbows released, her bound arms clumsily swaying in the air above her head as she reflexively maintains her equilibrium, she angrily stares toward the attendants obviously ogling her nakedness and the obscene pose she’s being forced to submit too.  Still angrier then frightened, disgusted with her treatment, her defiant look just adds to the erotic moment for the trio.

       One attendant still kneeling beside the apparatus begins adjusting a knob as she feels the pressure between her thighs begin to mount along with what sounds like a series of squeaks coinciding with the vertical board slowly rising.  The top edge of its rounded surface pressuring up into her spreading slit, sliding, slipping into the crack of her buttocks, another attendant’s fingers grip, tug, center the folds of her labium across the narrow width of the board.  Grunting, twisting her torso to reflexively straddle the wooden slat, she realizes the apparatus isn’t so benign after all as she’s being first handedly introduced to the harsh pressure of the rail.

       Without having to be told, apprehensively following the lead of the rising slat, she lifts upwards onto the balls of her feet, continues precariously higher onto her toes, painfully tiptoeing, her glistening thighs flexing as the squeaking slowly continues.  Feeling the warn edge of the harsh wood pressuring her from across her puckering rectum out to the firmness of the pubic bone beneath her curved mound, the folds of her labium stretching across the rail.  Her clitoris flattening, compacted between the rising wood and the weight of her straining thighs, the initial physical feeling’s more of just discomfort, while mentally she’s humiliated, seethes with anger.

       Feeling the warmth from the obvious flushness of her face as the squeaking sounds finally cease from beneath the apparatus, her toes barely scrapping the floor, she jerks her torso from side to side, twists back and forth as she repeatedly grunts, saliva drooling from the ballgag, dripping in a strand across her heaving chest as the pain escalates while she vainly tries to find an acceptable position.  Her fingernails clenching into the palms of her fists as her arms sway upwards behind her while forcing her head to tilt forward, she’s barely able to maintain her balance as her ‘ride’ has begun in earnest.

All but one of the attendants stepping back, he remains, sliding a matching, long rounded shaft into a vertical slot mounted in the ‘pony’s’ sculptured neck in front of her, a second shaft’s likewise mounted in the carved rump behind her.  An eyelet on top of both shafts, he grips her hands, loops a strap around her wrists and tugs her arms, arching them back to affix the strap to the top of the rear shaft.

       Her body bowing, arching back as her breasts freely sway apart, her slit painfully grinds across the vertical rail as she tiptoes from one foot to the other, struggles to balance herself while her torso twists back and forth.  Continuing to grunt, her eyes again hatefully glaring down toward the attendant, she not only watches in anger but in trepidation as he grips her right breast, stretches a length of twine around its base and begins wrapping, twisting, looping four, five turns around the globe as it darkens and swells.  Arms jerking, swaying above her head, her body twisting on the rail as the new pain begins burning into her chest, her defiant grunts are ignored as her engorging breast darkens, the areola, nipple flattening and spreading, exposing a couple dark veins crisscrossing beneath the taut skin.

       Her left breast likewise gripped, treated similarly; soon both take on the appearance of purplish balloons, the twine burrowed deeply into the swelling flesh.  The overall pain rapidly mounting, her tender flesh surrounding her slit already in the initial stages of chaffing from jerking back and forth across the shellacked rail as her naked body’s manipulated, the initial tears well up in her eyes, still more of anger but some of pain, her preparation not yet finished.

Another attendant stepping up to help, sliding a couple of short bamboo shunts across her chest above and below her separating globes, the first attendant tightly ties off each end as the pair of shunts practically press together, partially disappearing behind the darkening mounds.  Her naked body jerking with each tugging tie, the grunts louder, obviously becoming more of pain as she twists her neck, stares glassy eyed toward the wall.

Twisting the ends of the twine together, stretching them outward to the eyelet on the top of the shaft mounted in front of their patient, listening to her grunts the attendant secures the twine, slowly draws her bound breasts upward and forward.  Forcing her torso to bow forward as her arms bow further backwards above her head, adjusting the pair of ropes both front and back until taut, she’s forced to contort in a somewhat serpentine position straddling the ‘wooden pony’ to continue her initial ride as they step back, satisfied with her bindings.

       Arching, bowing into various positions as she agonizingly tiptoes, tautly stretching between the matching mounted shafts by her aching arms and breasts, tears trace down mixing with the saliva from the drenched ball gag while her glistening body twitches.  Reflexively contorting while her quivering thighs flex, she feels the burning of their inner sides chaffing while painfully grinding across the rail.  Grunting, trying to grasp the unimaginable treatment she’s being subjected to, the pain quickly spreads throughout her stretched body, her muscles aching, knotting as they ripple beneath her glistening flesh.  Hearing the door opening across the room, the doctor entering, her eyes lock with his as she has the tinge of hope that he’s there to help her.

       Ignoring her stare, stepping toward the apparatus with clipboard in his left hand, he scans the bindings, her mounting across the wooden rail.  Tweaking the ropes stretching from her breasts, forcing her to tilt forward as her arms arch back, he’s satisfied with her position as he enjoys her whining, whimpering from the drooling mouth gag.

       Glancing toward the attendants, an appreciative nod, handing his clipboard to one, he slips a couple fingertips across her right breast, the stretched, flattened areola and nipple.  His fingernails curling, slowly digs inward, forcefully pressing into her tit flesh.  Again glancing toward the attendants, back toward her quivering breasts, he silently slips his other hand down across the shellacked rail between her thighs as he harshly pinches the nub of her clit, feels her body jerk.  Slightly bending while releasing her bulging breast, using both hands he slips his fingers between her thighs, pinches, stretches the folds of her labia further out across the edge of the beam.  Spreading her butt cheeks across the slickened wood, slipping his left hand across the small of her back, his right hand across her pubic mound, he firmly presses against her glistening flesh as she grunts, slides her firmly back and forth a couple inches across the mount, centering her stretched body as her bound breasts, arms sway in the taut ropes above her.

       Glancing toward an attendant’s hand, reaching out and grasping a couple chrome alligator clamps, squeezing, compressing the serrated teeth open and shut on one, the doctor carefully slips the spread clamp across the flattened areola of her right breast, lets it snap sadistically shut across the nub of the engorged nipple.  “Oomph!”  Listening to her muffled squeal, reaching across to her other nipple, spreading the second gleaming clamp, letting it’s teeth scrape across her ballooning left breast’s nipple as she fruitlessly tries to twist away, he lets that clamp spring shut.  “Aaaggghhh!”  

       Observing her wide eyes, loud grunts along with more then a few tears, her thighs noticeably trembling as the calves of her legs twitch, the creaking sounds of the taut ropes stretching outward from either side of her as she struggles, the doctor takes it all in, smiles with satisfaction, grips his clipboard.  Glancing toward her quivering, bulging breasts, the clamps jiggling, digging into the purplish flesh, he jots down a few observations before he casually turns away.  Nodding toward the attendants, they silently follow him from the chamber, shutting the door behind them to make other rounds.

       Alone, only a matter of minutes of straddling the rail, her body’s already wracked in pain.  Her muscles knot as the unforgiving harshness of the rail borrows between her grinding thighs, her toes even burning as she tiptoes from one foot to the other.  She can feel the pulse of her heartbeat in her engorged breasts, the clamped nipples seeming to twitch while stretching out in front of her toward the mounted shaft as her arms are becoming numb from the elbows up.  Wheezing for breath, her shoulders searing, burning as she tries to somehow find a manageable position, her naked body occasionally defies her, trembles, jerks sporadically across the harsh wood, bound breasts stretched outward somehow bouncing, causing the pain to escalate, her pressured, tender flesh chaffed raw between her thighs.

       As the minutes pass, turn into a half hour, approaches an hour, her anger’s morphed to anguish.  Her humiliation forgotten, a thing of the past, all she can think of is somehow relieving the weight of her body pressing down onto the rail, the rawness of her clit grinding back and forth, even just a fraction of an inch feeling like sandpaper scrapping off layers of her most sensitive flesh.  On the other hand, the bamboo shunts practically touching between her dark purple globes, almost forming a caricature of her normally firm mounds, she can’t help glaring toward the insidious clamps twitching off from her throbbing nipples being stretched outward just beneath her chin toward the post in front of her.  Gasping with each breath, mucus, saliva drooling in constant streams from her flaring nostrils, the chewed ball gag, her thoughts are riveted to the pain, how to relieve it from so many areas of her stressed body.

       Yet more time passing, slowly ticking seconds, drawn out minutes, until finally another hour or even more of straddling the apparatus in shear anguish.  Pain induced perspiration drips down across her glistening body, streaks across her chilled naked flesh from the damp atmosphere of the ancient sub basement onto the cool, shellacked surfaces of the sculptured ‘wooden pony’.  Oh God, she thinks through the unimaginable agony.  How much longer, how much more pain from her cramping, pain wracked torment can she handle?  Twisting, tiptoeing, sometimes angrily jerking to try to free the ripping clamps from the tips of her tortured nipples, all causes even more agony, inescapable penalties for just brief moments of attempted but unattainable relief.

Another half hour, her sweating body glistens from head to toe under the lighting as she alternates between slumping down across the rail and rising, forcing herself upward on her tiptoes.  Her darkly discolored breasts burns, sears from the taut, stretching bindings; her arms continuing to arch painfully back, drawn by the springing ropes.  Thighs raw, scraping back and forth, her swollen clit chaffed, practically adhering to the harsh edge of the rail only her grunts, groans echo off the whitewashed walls as she’s barely able to remain conscious, to balance, to straddle the rail.

Yet another half hour or more on the ‘pony’ adds to her unbearable misery.  The initial pangs in her stomach, the nauseated feeling of withdrawal of what few drugs she’s recreationally ingested the past couple days and the level of her anguish compounds past comprehensible as she frantically agonizes about just how much longer she can endure the pain being inflicted upon virtually every part of her naked body.  The lights on the ceiling dimming, flickering, the room fades to darkness as she’s left screaming from her raw throat through the chewed mouth gag, left alone riding the ‘pony’ in the bowels of the asylum.

End Part three            

         

                    

       

  

ASYLUM TALES

Part Four…  The doctor checks out a recent arrival to his ward, does a personal self gratifying examination before the more painful portion’s handled by his assistants.

Chapter One

His personal ward of the institution continually rotating with the younger, more attractive ‘patients’ assigned to private isolated rooms of the wing, each under continuous monitored surveillance, the doctor scribbles his notes across various pages on the clipboard as he watches the row of monitors along the wall in his office.  Midway through his observations he’s attracted to one of the later admissions being prepared for her scheduled treatment.  Catching his eye, he intriguingly leans back, watches as she’s in the initial stages of being straddled across a smaller version of a modified stainless steel gurney.

Of course naked, laid face up, her arms are already in the process of being stretched back, downward as her wrists are being cuffed to the bottoms of the front tubular legs of the hospital gurney.  Next her shoulders are forced to arch back thrusting her chest upward displaying her substantial breasts.  Knees then spread, her ankles tugged back, downward, her entire torso arches up off the gurney as her feet’s shackled one at a time to the back legs of the table just above the black rubber wheels leaving her spread-eagled, bowed into an arch with the back of her head tilted down past the edge of the gurney.

       Flipping a couple pages, double checking her chart’s particulars spread out in front of him, statistically she’s yet another that fits in quite nicely with the criteria for his ward.  Glancing back toward the screen as her preparation continues, he confirms she’s young and beautiful, dark complexioned, evenly tanned and with the sight of her melon sized breasts jaunting out, a more then well developed figure.  Nodding toward the clipboard, a smile, a couple more notes jotted down and he realizes that yea, she’ll fit in just fine.  His eyes again transfixed on the monitor he watches the attendants on either side of the gurney administering the next step of the process, spreading, massaging body lotion across her rapidly glistening bare flesh.  Watching her body quivering, her firm, globular mounds jaunting upward, swaying as they separate out from above her arched torso he slides back into his chair, relaxing as it slowly rocks.

A couple minutes into the massaging, he’s practically mesmerized by the site of her hollowing stomach flexing, her naked body obviously reflexively responding as her abs ripple to the touch of the attendant’s roving hands working her from her neck to her thighs, and obviously not for just a rubdown.  Her naked body tensely arching, defining her ribcage, her flexing muscles, tendons likewise as she gyrates under the roaming fingers touches, he watches the sets of hands sliding about, slipping between her thighs, invading her spread slit, fingers freely slipping in and out of both orifices as more then generous amounts of lotion are dumped across her bare, quivering flesh.

       Ignoring the other screens, flipping that vision to the larger center monitor with the desk controls, he watches closer at the attendant’s roving hands sliding upwards, coating oil up across the slope of her arching torso encompassing her glistening breasts, manipulating, slowly massaging, caressing.  The overflowing lotion squeezed upward between their flexing fingers compressing her spreading mounds gleams from her puckering nipples, the excess soaking her sternum as the lotion drips down off their fists while their fingers continue to meld, squeeze the firm tit flesh.  The entire episode now fully exposed on the high def screen directly in front of his slowly rocking chair, he reclines back, slipping a hand across his thigh beneath his spreading robe, covering his crotch while anticipating being with her in just a matter of minutes.

Rocking back and forth he can feel the stirring deep inside as he gently strokes his swelling shaft, the anticipation mounting as he admires her trembling nude body, the sight of her fingers clenching, toes curling as she’s fully oiled as they begin their final preparation, a bright red ‘O’ ring pressed between her lips with black straps fastened behind her neck and a thick black cloth wrapped across her eyes.  Standing, sliding the chair back, taking a final glance across the row of monitors he closes his robe as he steps out the doorway from his office while she’s also being wheeled from her room.

Chapter Two

       Walking into the small, acoustically tiled white room, he steps directly toward the gurney, the spread-eagled girl left alone toward the middle of the floor.  Shutting the door behind him, slowly circling the naked body semi-arched in front of him, he watches her stomach slowly raise and lower with halting breaths.  Even more erotic then visualized on the monitor, her arms, legs tautly bound back, her breasts seem even larger, firmer as they stand out, glisten as they quiver under the stark ceiling lights.  Her dark nipples, areolas thick, they stand off each separating melon still dripping the remnants of the glistening lotion.  Glancing toward her head tilted back off the gurney, the black blindfold covering most of her face, saliva drooling in a strand toward the floor from the bright red mouth gag, he slides a hand across her spread leg, feels her flesh reflexively trembling, rippling from his fingertip’s touch softly gliding from knee to inner thigh.

       Smiling to himself, sliding his other hand across a bare breast, cupping the shriveling dark nipple, feeling the hard nub almost tickle his palm, he senses her torso jerk as she reflexively twists, her other breast freely swaying toward her side.  His hands gliding, fingers curling, becoming soaked with the glistening oil, he senses her heartbeat through his roaming fingertips, hears her soft whimpers almost sighs uttering from the gag.  Slipping a hand between her thighs, sliding a couple fingers back and forth across her swelling clit, both fingers glide into the gapping slit of her vagina, one then two knuckles deep as he feels her warm moist flesh encompass, grip his fingers as her naked body bows, arches even higher.  Flattening her clit beneath his thumb, again her body flinches, her thighs quivering as again the moans, restrained sobs from the ‘O’ ring while he gently strokes back and forth a couple more times across the flexing nub as he quietly steps, positions himself between her spread thighs.

       Letting his white smock spread apart, naked beneath, he lets her quivering thighs straddle his hips as he gently spreads the folds of her labium with his fingertips.  The head of his swollen cock already twitching with anticipation, feeling it’s weight slide across the moistness of her oiled pubic mound; he lets it slip across the nub of her exposed clit, flicks it up and down two, three times, not quite harsh, not quite gently.  Again her naked body twitching, watching her stomach flattening, sinking inward as her navel flexes, he lets the crown of his shaft glide between the gripped spread lips, barely into the damp tunnel while he slowly flicks a thumb across her responding clit.  

“Oomph!... Oomph!”  Her whimpers, gasps emitting from the glistening ‘O’ ring, her body twitching, arching slowly upwards in sequence as his shaft glides inward another slow, deliberate couple inches, he senses the firmness, tightness encompassing the crown of his throbbing cock, almost gripping, not letting go.  Holding his hips motionless, letting his hands glide upward, his fingers slipping across the gentle slopes of her defined ribs, slide together across her sternum, glide upward across the rising mounds of her firm, glistening breasts, he grips, tweaks both thick nipples still oozing lotion.

“Umph… Uummmppphhh!”  More moans emitting from down below the head of the gurney, her breasts arching upwards into his manipulating fingers, and he thrusts his hips forward a second time, glides his cock a couple, three inches deeper into her glove like orifice with a little more assertiveness.  The warmth of the moisture, the firmness of her responding vagina stroking the foreskin stretching back along his penetrating shaft and he squeezes at her firm tit flesh, the hardening nipples responding to his manipulations as he presses inward another couple inches. “Oomph!... Ahhhh!”  Another mixture of moans and sighs, another twitch of her entire naked body arching upward on the gurney as his cock stretches the walls of her vagina, his girth gripped along his pulsing shaft by her responding contractions.

Most of his nine inches burrowed between her thighs, the resistance of her youthful orifice causing his encased shaft to pulse, throb as he slowly flexes his hips, begins a rhythmic pumping, stroking motion with short, calculated thrusts.  Back and forth, in and out three, four inches at a time, he glances down between her thighs as his fists tighten, his fingers gripping, melding the firm mounds jaunting up from her arching chest, the engorging nipples grinding against his palms.  Her moans becoming constant with her harsh breaths, her body reflexively reacting, his strokes become longer, still calculated as he feels the rippling walls of her entire vagina gripping his shaft, the foreskin held firm as his cock slides back and forth, stretching, tugging her clit inward, extending it outward.

Six, seven, eight inches thrusting, retracting, his grunts mixing with hers as his hips flex, his shaft glistening as he pulls back with each thrust to practically expose the engorged crown before thrusting inward again, and again stretching her clit, pressing it firmly between his shaft and her pubic bone.  His scrotum smacking across her butt cheeks with each thrust, his shaft plunging, withdrawing, presses deeper toward her womb.  Her breasts arching upward, her hips likewise pressing outward, her pubic mound pumps, twists as her moans have turned to gasps, her glistening bound body quivering, escalating to noticeable spasms as his throbbing shaft plunges deeper, harsher, pounding, and pounding.

His shaft throbbing, pulsing, he jerks back, grips his cock with his right fist as it jerks free of her gripping vagina.  Grabbing her right breast tighter with his left hand, twisting, jerking as the oiled tit flesh bulges between his tightening fingers, he lowers his clenching fist, rams the head of his cock inwards between her spread thighs, against, between the flexing sphincter muscles circling her lotion soaked, puckered anus.  One harsh, firm thrust, his shaft burrows, rips inward, rams completely in as his scrotum sways, slaps into the crease of her jerking butt cheeks lifting up off from the creaking gurney.  The painful, or is it pleasurable, wracked grunts, unintelligible from the ring encircling her stretched lips, her body jerks above the metal surface as spasm follows spasm while his shaft throbs inside her vice like rectum.  Holding her firmly by her bulging breast as her torso arches upwards, her other breast flails across her glistening chest as he continues pumping, thrusting.   

Feeling his shaft pulsing, throbbing, the stirring deep inside, his own spasms, he quickly steps back, his shaft gruffly jerking from between her trembling thighs as he lets go of his grip of her purplish breast.  Quickly stepping toward the front of the gurney, feverously stroking his cock in his hand as the pre cum oozes, drips across his thigh, sliding the throbbing head of his shaft against the bright red, glistening ‘O’ ring, ramming inward, stretching the hard rubber oval, he feels his cock throbbing, pulsing as he forces more then half the thick meat past the elongated ring as the first ejaculation explodes, erupts into her gagging throat as her naked body arches, bounces above the gurney with her fists clenching, her breasts flailing.

His orgasm erupting in torrents, the cum pulsing through his shaft, exploding into her stretched mouth a second time, a third time, the hot, thick fluid gushes down her throat as she gags, grunts through the overflowing ‘O’ ring.  Her naked body jerking, bucking in her restraints, his hips jerk, quiver as he reaches out, grabs both mounds, grips tight as he holds his hips firmly in place, allows the spasms of his cock to play out, his cum to drain, fill her mouth, her gagging throat.

A couple deep breaths as he relaxes, her predicament’s just the opposite.  Her contorted breasts presses upwards in his hands as she continues to grunt, gag, her arching body gyrating as she struggles for air, for just a breathe.  Trying to beg, plead through rasping grunts gurgling from the stretched ring, her naked body convulses as she’s obviously panicking, losing consciousness.  Sliding his hips slowly back, he lets his cock slide back from the tightness of the bright red ring still compressed around his throbbing meat as he  hears the sucking vacuum of her throat, the gasping of air rushing into her mouth as her stomach ripples, her rasping breaths whizzing through the drenched ‘O’ ring spewing saliva, cum.

Stepping back, a white towel to wipe with, he watches her glistening body still trembling, quivering across the gurney as she’s finally catching her breath, either swallowing or spewing the remnants of his load as she coughs.  Dropping the towel to the floor, opening the door he shuts it behind him as he leaves the room thinking so much for her pleasure, time to get serious with her treatment.

Chapter Three

       Struggling to breathe, the sticky, salty taste filling her mouth, mixing and oozing with the saliva from the ‘O’ ring, her body aches, glistens as it stretches across the gurney.  The mask covering her eyes, the darkness compounds her anguish as she feels her thighs still trembling.  Sexually assaulted, forced to swallow cum, her heart pounds in her chest, the straps gripping her wrists, ankles as she anxiously jerks at them beneath the gurney.  Her mind racing, terrified, she can’t help agonizing over her treatment, what’s going to happen to her next in her darkness as she can hear the door opening again, people entering, the sounds of the foot beats stepping briskly toward her.

         Her arms gripped, ankles next, her restraints are quickly loosened, her body twisted, contorted, flipped across onto her stomach.  Hands manipulating her, bowing her shoulders back as she’s arched backwards, her breasts barely scrape back and forth across the gurney as the front sides of her thighs are spread apart across the flat surface.  Her butt cheeks spreading as her knees are shackled to either side of the gurney, her elbows are drawn up above her head, her wrists forced down behind her neck against her shoulders as a set of short bamboo shunts formed into a crude ‘X’ are pressed between her raised arms and the back of her neck.  Her shoulders are forced to bow even further back as ropes are looped across her arms just above her armpits, wrapped around her crisscrossed wrists and drawn tightly together against the makeshift bamboo cross.

Held with her body in a semi-arch position, a final length of rope’s looped between her wrists across the bamboo shunts and roughly dragged back to the edge of the gurney, jerking, bowing her back, thrusting her bare torso outward with each tug.  Her naked body’s slowly forced into a painful arch until her bare breasts thrust straight out, swaying, spreading apart.  Twisting her neck back and forth, fists clenching, she struggles for breath as the attendants continue to adjust, align her arms up and behind her naked body as she’s bowed even further backwards until all the ropes are firmly set and tied off.

       The doctor back in his office, he catches the end of the activity on the main monitor.  Standing next to his swiveling chair, watching the attendants, he stares toward her contorted image as they finish preparing her for her next treatment.  Crystal clear on the HD screen, he watches as she’s forced to face toward the monitor’s camera on the rolling gurney.  Arched and bowed; her naked body presented for the more painful portion of her day’s treatment, an attendant steps toward her right side.  A hickory switch in hand being slowly flicked back and forth, the brine flicks from its tip as he positions himself.  Her breasts jaunting obscenely outward, firm, globular, the nipples jiggling as they spread apart, they’re obviously the target.

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Aaagghhh!”  The sound of the switch smacking across bare flesh, the guttural grunt through the glistening ‘O’ ring and the first red welt instantly rises across the outer curve of her right breast.  The pain searing, her breast pulsing from the stinging, brine drenched switch; the aches of her bindings quickly fade as her attention’s drawn to her bouncing globe.

       ‘Thwack!’

       “Uumph!... Gaaad!”  A backhanded flick of the flexing switch, its damp tip curling around the outer portion of her other breast, barely catching the thick nub of the nipple, and she grunt’s as her body arches even further back, both breasts bouncing, swaying with welts streaking across both quivering globes.  Tears welling behind the mask, the excruciating burn of the second switching tearing into the tender flesh of her puckering nipple, she gasps, sucks in air as her heartbeat thumps in her thrust out chest.

       ‘Thwack!... Thwack!.............. Thwack!.......Thwack!!’

       “Aaaggghhh…Aaagg….Aag… Aaaggghhhhh!!”  Four quick, inconsistent flicks, back and forth, again back and forth as the switch bends, bows in the gripping fist.  Specks of brine spray the air as all four lashings are centered across the puckering nipples jiggling out from her swaying breasts as hoarse screams gurgle through the saliva drenched ‘O’ ring crunching between her gnawing teeth.  Crude ‘X’s instantly rise across both areolas, one burrowed into a nub as her glistening body jerks, contorts in her restraints, her unprotected breasts flailing from side to side between her hollowed armpits beading with perspiration mixing with body oil.

       The stinging sensations resonating across her chest as she gasps for breathe, the slashes across her nipples even more searing, her teeth gripping the harsh rubber ring as her fists curl, twist behind her bowed neck, the pain’s blinding.  Arched back into her impossible position, the darkness of the mask just adding to the torment, her chest throbs with each escalating heartbeat as she hasn’t the faintest she’s just being introduced to her treatments with the switch.  Grunting through the gag, her fists clenching, unclenching, her fingernails digging into her palms, her breasts feel on fire.   The crimson welts burning across her naked flesh, pulsing with each pounding heartbeat, she feels the wetness between her spread thighs, the trickle of urine as she unsuccessfully struggles to press, force her thighs together.

A half dozen red welts already glistening on the monitor’s screen as the doctor watches, absorbed with her treatment, he barely has time to sit, lean back as another half dozen’s delivered, more deliberate, more carefully placed causing her stretched body to gyrate, her thighs to bounce across the flat metal.  Mounting welts glistening off her naked breasts, the attendant repositioning himself,  another drawn out half dozen lashings are applied as the purplish welts crisscross, layer atop layer as the red welts surround her glistening globes flailing, slamming together, bouncing apart, their outer curves, across the nipples as her glistening body contorts, bucks across the gurney.

Watching her naked body jerking, saliva drooling, dripping across her arched chest as yet another couple harsh flicks of the curling, flexing switch dance directly across the nubs of her bare nipples, burrowing, flattening the nubs into her bruising flesh as her chest arches outwards, he notices the black blindfold’s loosened, barely covering her eyes just above her flailing nostrils as her head jerks back and forth between her arched back shoulders, her body starting to reflexively twitch.  Reaching across the desk in front of him, he buzzes the room, watches the attendant lower the damp switch as he glances toward the monitor’s camera up on the wall, and slowly nods.  Enough for her today, after all, there’s others waiting in line for their individual, catered treatment in the asylum.

End Part Four   

       

       

                          

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  

  

 

   

 

       

       

       

       

          

       

       

       

       

       

       

ASYLUM TALES

Part Six

An evening at the asylum, the doctor subjecting her to who knows what, Eileen finds herself the next morning on a shopping trip in the seedier part of town.  The past day not even a memory, she’s about to make her purchases and return to the institution, all under the doctor’s control.

Chapter One

The unrelenting urge to enter the seedy shop irritates Eileen as for the third or even forth time she paces hesitantly under the flashing awning, past the display windows separated by what was once a bright green double door store entrance.  Now the glass and paneled wood frame’s faded and pealing, just adding to the stereotypical facade of a sleazy adult store with the sex toys, bondage gear and paraphernalia displayed on the unkempt storefront shelves half lit up by the flickering incandescent lighting.  Peeking inside as the door remains partially open as a punker with his Goth girlfriend exit, glancing in a plastic bag with whatever they bought amusing them, she finds herself looking up and down the sidewalk a final time, unable to refrain from stepping inside the store.

Narrow isles, stuffed shelves, and the smell of old cigarette smoke, almost a damp, musty atmosphere consumes the entire shop as she steps past the T-shirted overweight man at the front counter and toward the usual sex toys, the rows of magazines, their covers ranging from soft porn to serious sadomasochistic themes.  Eyes down, avoiding contact with the few people milling about, she seems drawn to the back side of the shop, toward the big ‘S&M’ sign displayed across the bondage department separated by a partially closed black curtain.  Slowly making her way back, spreading one side of the curtain with an arm, she finds herself facing several mannequins displaying various items of bondage regalia.

A couple male mannequins to one side, a trio of female silhouettes line the back wall of the not very large area.  Stepping past the typical macho man mannequin, leather straps, chaps and biker cap, she steps next to the bound and shackled submissive male, real handcuffs, some sort of restraints affixed to his privates, a painful appearing display.  Almost blushing, turning as if to see if anyone’s watching her, her eyes are drawn toward the female forms, the almost lifelike mannequins displayed as a Dominatrix and a pair of obvious submissives.

“Help ye… Hon?”

Startled, turning, facing a tattooed youthful woman, biker shirt, blue jeans with chains gleaming through the belt loops, the voice matches her appearance.  Butch cropped reddish hair, the darkish makeup and purple lipstick, she fits right in as a store employee.

“Into kinky shit?...  You look the type to be one of those two.”  She nods, and not toward the Dominatrix.  “What’s your name?”

Feeling the warmth spreading across her face, her heart picking up a beat as she can’t believe she’s even in this place, glancing toward the three female mannequins, she can’t seem to find an answer, yet she can’t just bring herself to leave as she quietly answers.  “Eileen… My… My name’s Eileen.”

“Eileen huh?”  The girl smiles as she closes the black curtain.  “Yeh… Okay Eileen, that’s what I thought by just looking at you… We’ve been expecting you.”

“Expect... You’ve what?”  She almost stutters.  “I’ve… I’ve never been around here before.”

“No, but you have a niece in… In, shall we say… In treatment.”  The girl smiles while stepping toward the female silhouettes.  Sliding a long black fingernail across a nipple ring piercing one of the mannequin’s bare breasts between the rows of chains crisscrossing the life like chest she nods.  “We’ve been instructed to help you pick out a couple outfits for your next visitation.”

“Wha…What you mean?... I… I didn’t even know I wa……..”

“Was what?... Coming here?”  The girl butts in, giving a tug and a twist on the gold jewelry.  “Believe me… Doc knew!... Why on earth do you think you’re here?”  A condescending smile, flipping open a dark cell phone with a quick punch of a key and a moment or so of silence, an acknowledging nod, she reaches the phone outward.  “Here.”

Reflexively accepting it, holding it toward her ear, Eileen’s face becomes almost ashen as she glances toward the girl while almost instantly becoming rigid, listens, nods her head once, twice, a third time as the one way conversation continues for a minute or so.  Finally, her expression changes, her eyes becoming a blank stare as she lets the phone slip down toward her side.

Another smirk, the girl grunts.  “Let me guess… He said that word…‘Naked’… Didn’t he?”  Reaching out, taking the phone from Eileen’s grip, lifting the phone to her own ear, another nod and she shuts it while sliding it down in her hip pocket.  “Okay Eileen… Let’s start with those tits first…. Bare ‘em.”

The blank gaze, unfastening the blouse from the top down, Eileen’s shoulders arch back as her full breasts thrust outward beneath her stretching white bra as her fingers awkwardly work each button one at a time.  The upper curves of her dark areolas barely poke above the bra’s cups as her blouse slips down past her arms, drops to the floor.  Reaching up, unsnapping the bra’s trio of hooks one at a time, she allows the cups to slip apart, drop below her breasts as her globular melons gently bounce.  The bra dropping to the floor, she lets her hands slide down across her thighs as she remains facing forward, glassy eyed.

A slow circling of Eileen’s seminude body, cupping a breast, a gentle squeeze, the girl lets her fingernail drift across the puckering nub of the thick nipple.  Reaching down with her other hand, unsnapping the side button to the skirt, she tugs, stretches it down across Eileen’s curvy hips.  “Let’s get this off… Take a look at that pussy of yours.”  She grins as she lets the skirt ride down the bare thighs revealing the semi-thong panty.  A couple more tugs, the panties and skirt bunched across Eileen’s shoes and her nude body glistens as she maintains her fixed posture.

Fingernail again gliding across bare flesh, the girl lets it slip up between the fleshy folds of Eileen’s labium.  The tip of the nail pricking, twisting into the exposed nub of the clit, she can feel the naked body standing in front of her trembling, the clit quivering as she pinches it between thumb and finger.  Her own body almost touching Eileen’s, leaning her face closer to her ear, the girl whispers.  I understand you sucked the Doc’s cock… Let’s see how well you can also eat a pussy… Kneel and grab your ankles!”

Dropping to both knees, facing forward, Eileen obeys without hesitation as she reaches back, grips both ankles just above her shoes.  Her breasts forced outward as they sway back and forth, the nipples jiggle, spread apart as she maintains a squatting position.

“Okay… Get ready to use that tongue.”  The girl orders as she drops the blue jeans to her knees, exposes her bare flesh, the shaven vagina with a silver ring standing firmly out from deep on her clit.  “You know where to start… Flick that ring… Then suck on it before poking that tongue inside my cunt.”

Pushing her hips forward, a grin on her face, the girl watches as Eileen leans her expressionless face against the front of her thighs.  Feeling her tongue pressing across her vagina, the ring twisting her clit, she grips both hands across Eileen’s shoulders, pulls her forward a little further.  “That’s it… Lick that pussy… Suck on it!”  Pressing her hips across her face, grinding, feeling the tongue flattening the ring, enjoying the next couple minutes the girl can’t believe she’s actually having her cunt licked just from the doctor using the phone.  Wanting to see Eileen’s expression when she realizes what she’s doing, hesitantly pulling back, she mutters.  “Nude.”

Eyes blinking, face color transforming into a crimson glow, Eileen finds herself inches from the girl’s bare vagina, the taste of her on her tongue, in her mouth.  Feeling the hands on her shoulders, glancing up into the smirking girl’s face, she feels the humiliation of staring at the girl’s bare vagina, of being naked herself, yet remaining obedient, not moving.

“What the Doc instruct you to do?”  The girl smirks as she lets her fingers gently slide back and forth across Eileen’s shoulders.  “Tell me?”

Blushing, fidgeting and glancing around the room as she continues to squat, she mumbles.  “Obey… Obey you… To… To do what you tell me to do.”  She answers as she feels herself trembling, glances down toward her naked breasts, her chest heaving, as for some reason she remains in her pose.

“Or what?”  The girl smirks, letting her hands slip downward, her fingers slide across both thick nipples.  “Or what Eileen?”

“Or… Or I’ll find myself walking out front and stripping naked on the street in front of everybody… And… And….”

“And what?”  The girl grins as she tweaks the nipples firmly between her thumbs and forefingers, gives a crisp twist.  “And what?”

“And play with my… And… And masturbate myself outside on the… The sidewalk!”  She grunts as her breasts are stretched upwards, the nipples pressed between the girl’s long fingernails.

“You know he can make you do that… Don’t you?”  The girl asks as she holds firm, slowly lifting her hands, stretching Eileen’s breasts even higher, forcing her thighs to rise upward from her squatting position.  “He had you recall sucking his dick, swallowing his cum… Didn’t he?... Didn’t he Eileen?”

“Oh!… That… That hurts… Oh!… Yes… Yes… I… I remember… Yes!”  The thoughts of chocking, of lapping his cum, of being abused flashes through her tangled thoughts, the remembrance of the abuse at the hands of the doctor while witnessing her niece’s torments.  “Oh God… Yes, I remember… Yes!”

“Yes!... Oh… Yes!”  The girl mimics, another tweak of the nipples as she lowers her hands somewhat.  “And now you’re naked here…. Squatting like a good little girl, lapping my pussy… Aren’t you?... And you’ll obey me… Or you’ll do that thing outside where someone will probably call the cops and get you arrested and obviously committed for observation… And… Guess where?”

Tears streaking from her welling eyes, nodding as she glances at the fingernails digging into her compressed nipples, she slowly nods her head as she whimpers.  “Yeh… Yes… Okay…. Okay!”

“Okay… Stand… Let’s take a look at these mannequins, how they’re decked out.”  The girl orders as she releases Eileen’s breasts.  “The pair of submissives there is attired with what I’ve personally picked out for your niece and you!... Take a close look.”

Slowly standing, crisscrossing her arms across her bare breasts, she nervously glances over toward the kneeling mannequins, the leather and straps, the ankle and wrist cuffs, especially the nipple rings, the sadistic attention to detail surrounding the vagina area, its piercings.  Tears streaking down off her cheeks, dripping across her breasts, she slowly shakes her head back and forth as she gets an even closer terrifying look at the lifelike silhouettes.

“Yeh… When you get back to the asylum, you’ll look pretty good displaying these… Your niece too!”  The girl scoffs as she lets a fingernail slip inside an ’O’ ring dangling from one of the submissive mannequin’s bare nipple.  “You’ll both be modeling these outfits, and of course right down to the nipple and clit rings.”  Glancing down at the other mannequin posed in the classic submissive position, knees spread apart on floor, hands behind neck with elbows back and a bright red ‘O’ ring spreading her lips apart, she teases.  “Which outfit you want to wear back to the institution?... You can have your pick and I might even let you wear a coat over it when you leave the store if you behave.”

Glancing past the Dominatrix display, toward the pair of painfully attired mannequins; Eileen can only stare at her choices, again both sporting the usual and painful bondage paraphernalia of leather straps and chains, piercings and rings.

“Which is it?... He’s expecting you back soon!”  The girl orders as she positions herself between the displays.  “Pick quick or I will.”

Arms till crossed across her breasts, face flushed, heart pounding, she struggles with the realization she’s somehow nude in this seedy, adult store, staring back and forth at the strange girl, then toward the bondage gear that soon is going to be strapped to her naked flesh.  Unable to comprehend how or why, she glances down toward her clothes spread across the floor, reaches down.  “I… I want to… To leave… Let me…. Lea…..”

“Naked!”

Parking her sedan in the spot next to the elevator entrance in the asylum’s underground garage, retrieving the bag from the passenger seat, she steps from the car, secures the strap around her tan trench coat and walks to the elevator.  Pressing the button, the doors parting, sliding open, she silently enters, presses another button.  The elevator in motion she waits for the quiet cling of the elevator stopping, the doors sliding open before she steps into the hallway with bag in hand.

Walking silently past a handful of attendants near the floor’s main area, she steps toward the front of the doctor’s office door.  Unwrapping the strap to her coat, dropping the coat down off her shoulders onto the floor, tapping on the stained glass, she faces him as the door swings inward.

“See you’re back Eileen, come in… Shut the door behind you.”

Turning, stepping behind his desk and setting back in the leather reclining chair he gives her a good onceover as she steps in front of the desk, lays the bag across it.  “Turn, let’s get a good look at your new outfit.”  He smiles as he slides the bag toward him, glances at its contents.  Glancing back up, seeing the drool dripping across her nearly bare breasts from the bright red ‘O’ ring stretching her lips, he rocks slowly back in his chair as she slowly turns a full turn, becomes motionless again, arms down toward her sides.  Also noticing the slight crimson trickles from both glistening ‘O’ rings freshly piercing her nipples, crisscrossing the narrow leather straps supporting her thrust out breasts, he glances further downward, toward her bare thighs, also with noticeable reddish streaks tracing down from her freshly pierced and ringed clit.

“I like the outfit, he speaks.  “The black leather straps and silver ‘O’ rings look perfect on you.”   Taking in her new look, the black straps crisscrossing her naked body, he decides to let her have her first look also, to let her realize what she now looks like.  “Step over to that mirror on the wall Eileen… And face it… Then kneel and spread your arms behind your head.”

Obeying, silently stepping across the room, positioning herself as ordered, she hears the single word.  “Nude!”

Eye’s widening, feeling the throbbing in her breasts and clit as the silver rings dangle from their piercings, moaning, she stares at the view of what appears to be the mannequin in the seedy store, but it’s not, it’s her.

End Part Six  

        

       

       

             

ASYLUM TALES

Part Seven

Chapter One

       Sunday, it’s the third day of Eileen’s visit of the asylum.  Two long nights of abuse, humiliation and the doctor has more plans for her as the day begins.  Starting with even more intense therapy, basically adding another layer of hypnosis, he’s satisfied with her indoctrination into his realm of total subjugation.  An appointed once a week visit, preferably on weekends for personal therapy and she’ll remain his patient for whatever time frame he desires, but for now, there’s the rest of the final day to use, humiliate her, to let her know to what dark depths of despair she’s going to sink.

       Watching the monitor of her showering, preparing herself as she’s been programmed to do, he leans back in his chair, glances toward the other room’s surveillance monitors, their occupants.  In various stages of torment, anxiety, the others are all younger, late teens to early twenties.  Today they’re a little luckier, a day of rare rest as he focuses his attention on Eileen.

       Stepping out of the shower, freshly shaven from the neck down, the outlines of the leather straps are still somewhat visible across her bare flesh from the wearing of the bondage gear.  The silver rings glistening, jiggling from both her nipples and clit as they remain attached, she towels herself off with the oversized white cloth towel before sitting in front of the vanity, combing her hair straight back, wrapping it in a tight bun behind her head.  Commencing with applying her makeup, totally oblivious to the tenderness, the aches of the fresh piercings, her only thoughts seem to be of preparing herself.

       Methodical in her demeanor with her unblinking eyes focused on the mirror, she slowly applies the foundation, the eye shadow, the highlights and finally the lipstick.  Finished, lowering her arms toward her sides, she sits, and waits.  Minutes passing, over a half an hour, she continues to sit motionless, staring toward her image in the mirror.  Finally, the door opening, an orderly enters.

       “Time for your session with the Doctor.”  He orders.  “Follow me.”

       Without hesitation, standing, following him out the door into the hallway, she obeys, oblivious to being completely naked.  Past several doors, past the desk with a few assistant’s milling about, she’s led to the Doctor’s office.  A tap on the door, the orderly opening it, she’s led inside to face him beside the desk.  The orderly quietly shutting the door behind him leaves the two alone in the room.

       “Kneel.”  The doctor’s voice calm but assertive, directs her as he points toward the carpet in front of him as he adds. “Squat with your hands behind your head and arch and expose your total nakedness to me.”

Squatting, knees spreading apart, fingers twitching while interlocked behind her neck, she stares straight ahead as she arches her elbows back.  Breasts thrusting outward, the folds of her puffy labium gaps between her taut thighs.  The three recently mounted rings glisten from their fresh piercings as he holds the palm of his hand outwards, allows the gleam to reflect in her unblinking eyes.  Already obedient, functioning without thinking, she stares at his hand, listens to his soft, soothing voice as he speaks, instructs her, his words filling her mind.

A couple, three minutes passing, he lowers his hand, sits back in his reclining chair. Slowly rocking, he glances over her smooth, freshly shaven flesh, glistening, not yet marred by the taste of the lash.  Looking directly into her unblinking eyes, slipping the object from the palm of his hand into his trouser’s pocket, he’s satisfied that she’s ready.

       “Eileen… I’ve some questions of you… A series of questions… Answer honestly…. Understand?”   

           The faintest of a nod as her naked body gently bows, her lips quivering as they part, she virtually whispers.  “Yeeeees.”

       Before we start… When I snap my fingers twice, you will awaken… Fully alert… But… You will remain as you are, motionless, unable to move… Even to blink… To speak…. Until I instruct you to do so… Understand?”

“Yes.”

“When I snap my fingers once… You will again be asleep, but still respond and obey me immediately and completely…. Understand?”

Again a barely noticeable nod, her body slowly twisting, her thighs trembling as her feet point apart on the balls of her feet as she rasps.  “Yeeees.”

“Good… Then let’s get started… Remember… Completely honest, without hesitation… And you will fully comprehend what I’m asking.”

Again leaning forward, staring into her dark eyes, her expressionless, but perfectly made up face, he begins his interrogation.  “You have obviously fantasized like everyone does… Haven’t you Eileen?”

“Fantasize?... Ye… Yes… I… I guess.”  Still a low, barely audible voice, her lips hardly part as she remains unblinking.

“I said… You’ve had bondage fantasies, haven’t you?”

“Huh… Huh?… No… No… I… I… Don’t thi…..”

“Don’t lie… Be truthful… Completely truthful.”  He orders as he reaches across the desk, picks up a black leather riding crop, holds it in front of her staring eyes.  “Answer immediately or I will use this crop across those rings piercing your tits… Understand?”

“Yes… Yes… I understand.”  She answers, still the hazed expression, but inside understanding every threatening word.

“Good then.”  He nods, letting the crop smack across his palm a couple times, the sound echoing across the room.  “Let’s start over… Have you ever fantasized about being subjected to any sort of bondage?”

“Oh… I… I……… Noooo!... I don’t thi…...”

“Thwack!’  Flipping the crop with his wrist, the tip glancing off the right nipple ring, he repeats.  “No hesitation I said!...  And don’t lie!”

“Oomph!.... Okay… Yes… Yes… A little… A… A long time… Time ago!”

“That’s better.”  He smiles, watching the ‘O’ ring jiggling, the tip of her nipple turning a light crimson shade with just a tinge of blood from the fresh piercing.  “Now then… Ever fantasize about… Whips… Spankings?... Your titties whipped like this?”

“I… I…….”

‘Thwack…Thwack!’  Left nipple, right nipple, the crop flexes, flicks back and forth.

“Oomph… Agghhh!... Yes … Yes, a spanking… Yes!”  She blurts, her breasts bouncing, both nipples dripping a speck or two of fresh blood as the rings jiggle off her outthrust breasts.

“You’ve masturbated while fantasizing, haven’t you?”

“Oh no......  I… I mean… Uh huh… I’ve masturbated some!... Yes… Yes… Okay!”  She blurts out, quickly learning what he wants to hear as she sucks her stomach in, her body barely twisting as her aching breasts swaying away from the crop.  “Yes!”

Crop firmly gripped in his right hand, reaching out with his left, he snaps his fingers once, a second time.  Watching her expression, her glazed pupils visually adjusting, he leans back as her eyes begin to dart, glance toward him, toward the crop, then down toward her aching breasts still swaying out from off her arched torso.  Her body trembling, observing her trying to will herself to move her hands, her legs, even her head, he smiles, flicks the crop back and forth just in front of her flushing face.

“That’s the girl… You will stay… Stay squatting just like you are… Watch the crop.”  The words barely spoken, arching the crop back with his free hand, he lets the willowy leather jump outward; snap lightly across the upper curve of her globular breast.  ‘Thwack!’   Twisting slightly in his chair as it swivels, he adds.  “Now for your other tit… This time harsher, across the nipple.”  Bending, flicking the crop toward her other breast, he adds just a little more bow to it.  ‘Thwack!’

“Oomph!”  A yelp escaping her lips, her breasts bouncing, swaying, her widening eyes glare downward toward the glistening red welt streaking across the curving mound of the swaying globe, just a trickle of fresh blood from the piercing.  Tears dripping down her cheeks, off her chin, her eyes again raise, glance pleadingly toward his as her entire body trembles, shakes as she balances, alternating on the balls, the heels of her spreading feet.

“Now… This one’s right up your slit… Right across that pierced clit.”  He warns as he leans forward, his face just inches from hers as he again bends the crop, positions it just a few inches below her spread vagina.  “One… Two.”  Drawing the next lashing sadistically out, watching her eyes widen, the tears welling, he finishes.  “Three!”  Still holding the crop tight, flexing his wrist, grinning as she squints her eyes, he adds.  “And Four!”  Her body practically jerking, she grunts as his hand releases the tip.  ‘Thwack!’

“Aaaggghhh!”  Almost a scream, her body somehow remains upright as her knees flex, her thighs spread even wider apart, perspiration beading, glistening across her bare flesh.  Trembling, tilting, finally catching herself, she maintains her spread pose even as she attempts to cover herself, to protect her pulsing breasts.

“Can’t help yourself, can’t cover those tits either, can you?”  He scoffs as he watches her halting jerks as she can’t break from her pose.  Leaning forward, he flicks the tip of the crop across the under globe of her left breast.  ‘Thwack!’  The chair swiveling sideways he flicks the crop a second time.  ‘Thwack!’

“Humph…. Ohhhh!”  A couple more red welts, her glistening breasts swaying, her body reflexively tenses as streaks of perspiration begin crisscrossing her bare chest, her hollowing stomach.  ‘Thwack!... Thwack!.... Thwack!... Thwack!’

“Aaaaagggghhhh!”  Left breast, right breast, back and forth, the crop slices across her outthrust mounds, glances off the jerking nipple rings as her naked body arches, twists back and forth, her fingers still tightly locked behind her craning neck as her eyes remain transfixed on her tortured chest. “Ooooommmpphhh!”

“Now.”  He addresses her as he lowers the crop.  “Now I think you understand that you’re under my control at all times… I can do whatever I want with you… I can even make you do whatever I want you to do… To yourself…. Anytime… Anywhere… Do you understand me?”

Eyes swollen, reddened, tears streaking down off her cheeks, she can barely nod her head as her heartbeat thumps in her chest, each beat pulsing though her aching breasts, her bruised clit.

Sliding the chair forward, slipping his trousers down, he glances down at his stiffening shaft.  Glancing back into her staring eyes, he orders.  “Okay… You’re free to move now… Mount it and fuck me, or we’ll continue working those tits some more.”

Feeling her fingers able to finally slip apart behind her neck, her knees aching as she slowly, painfully stands; she takes a miniscule step toward him, her arms dropping downward as she obviously realizes she has no choice but to obey.

“No!.... Hands behind your head still … Push those tits out in my face and fuck me like you mean it.”

Quickly raising her arms in obedience, again interlocking her fingers against the back of her neck, she steps forward as her quivering knees still ache.  Clumsily straddling his thighs while her breasts sway and the rings jiggle, she squats across his lap as he grips his shaft, helps guide the swollen head between her spread labium, scrapping across the twisting ‘O’ ring dragging her clit inward along his stretching foreskin as he plows inward.

Feeling his hot, thick shaft ramming inward, stretching the tight walls of her vagina, she grunts as she feels his hands on her thighs, forcing her body downward across his impaling cock.  Dropping, sinking even lower until she feels her vagina engulfed, her thighs pressing against his, she closes her eyes, twists her head to the side as she feels his mouth surrounding a ring on an aching breast, his tongue flicking across her pulsing nipple, his teeth nibbling the nub and ring simultaneously.  Her hips pressed across his legs, feeling his hands slipping around her bare thighs, his fingers gripping her below her waist, she feels the pressure of the palms of his hands lifting upwards, the girth of his cock sliding back out as her butt cheeks are raised upward off his lap until the crown of his shaft again chaffs across her pierced clit.

Her breast still being sucked, the engorging nipple nibbled on, her shoulders arch back as she again feels the weight of her body slamming downward, her butt flattening across his lap as his swelling cock impales her, burrows deep inside her stretching vagina, the throbbing head pressing against her womb.  Clenching her fingers behind her neck, biting her lip as she grunts to herself, she again feels his hands lifting upward across her butt cheeks, her thighs separating from his.

“Your turn… Start fucking me now… Just like that!”

Hearing his muffled command as he momentarily slips his mouth from her aching breast, she feels his hands sliding away from her thighs, his fingers circling, cupping her breasts, melding, twisting the tender flesh as his teeth again clamps down between her ’O’ ring and her nipple as her tit flesh bulges in his grasp.

Bracing herself, feeling her trembling knees bending as they bow, she lets herself drop, his seemingly ever thickening shaft ramming upward.  The engorged crown of his cock flattening against her womb, her stretched clit grinding across his invading foreskin as her vagina’s stretched, consumed by his pulsing shaft, she jerks her head back, grunts. “Oomph!”  Another twist of her head, she forces herself jerkily upwards, her knees quivering as she struggles to straighten up.  Feeling the girth of his cock dragging the stretching walls of her vagina outward, she arches forward as her pierced nipple stretches downward between his tugging teeth.

Her body tensing, stomach flexing as she’s taking deep breaths, she again drops downward; letting her knees spread again, her butt cheeks to flatten across his thighs.  Her clit again being twisted, stretching in the grinding ‘O’ ring, again the head of his shaft pounding against her womb, she grunts even louder, longer.  “Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!”

Fists gripping her breasts, raised, lowered, raised again, dropped again, she bounces up and down on his lap, grunting, groaning with each bounce as her head bobs, her shoulders arch back.  Eyes glazing, staring down into his, her glistening body trembles, abs ripple as she gasps for breath, rides his cock.  “Aahhhh….Auuggghhh…. Aaahhhh!”

Up and down, each thrust harsher; each penetration deeper, her body uncontrollably shudders with her fingernails digging into her flexing palms as her hands spread apart.  Twisting, contorting, grunting, groaning, her body bucks up and down, up and down, guided by her twisted, bulging breasts in his gripping fists.  Feeling his cock pulsing, throbbing, his sperm spurts, exploding deep inside her as her hips grind across his, his hands tugging downward, holding her thighs against his.

Arching back, her hands still together once again as her arms slump back, she feels the quivering in her womb, the wetness between her legs, his cock pulsing, shooting his load. Breasts still squeezed, stretching in his fists as she’s still leaning back, she hears his voice as she’s tugged forward, sits upright.

“Get use to this… It’s… Going to be part… Of your weekly… Therapy.”  He grunts, also searching for breath.  Holding her upright, staring into her glazed eyes, he continues.  “Time to clean you up… Have a couple assistants scrub you good inside and out… Then we’ll have a final little session before I send you home.”  Dropping his hands from her glistening breasts, he adds.  “We’ll have to finish programming you before we let you leave tonight… Anytime you have sex, you’ll want to be flogged, to be bound, to be humiliated.”  He explains as she just stares at him.  “You won’t have a choice… You’ll be programmed in your sub-consciousness… I just wanted you to know… While you’re coherent.”

Lifting her off his lap, having her kneel in front of him, he finishes.  “Before you leave the grounds we have to let you have a reason for those piercings and rings… After all, they’re just the beginning of what you’re going to be experiencing with your visits to the asylum… There’s all kinds of things I can think up to do with that body of yours, not to mention that mind, okay?”  Raising his hand, he snaps his fingers.

End Part Seven  

   

       

ASYLUM TALES

Part Eight

Back in her room, the realization she’s remanded for an indefinite time, she can only wait for the agonizing treatment to be administered to her, the terrifying induced nightmares that seem a reality to continue.  She just has to find a way to be strong enough to understand they’re just programmed figments of her imagination when they’re forced on her, to be strong enough to fight it off when it happens.  She hasn’t long to wait.

Chapter One

Again the nurse and assistants enter the room making their rounds, another injection in a bare butt cheek, another harsh taste of the thick liquid and she’s left alone on the bed as the door harshly shuts behind them.  The incomprehensible realization that she’s been remanded to the asylum indefinitely, the terror of the inevitable drugged hallucinations, even of falling asleep resonates through her tortured mind as she hazily glances toward the ceiling light flickering, casting ominous shadows across the constricting walls.  Struggling to block the haziness, the contortions of the room slowly beginning to spin, she reflexively begins to rock back and forth as she curls up into a protective fetal position while trying to avoid the unavoidable, while deep down realizing she can’t.

       Eyes squinting, the warmth spreading throughout her body from the syringe’s contents, she realizes that another nightmare’s about to begin as she can’t restrain herself, slowly slumps and rolls across the bed onto her side.  Naked, breasts flattening together as she slides her clenched fists down between her pressing thighs, she senses the quietness, the strange sense of utopia flowing through her thoughts, almost a feeling of serenity as her body relaxes, her mind drifting into a blank, peaceful state.  A long awaited painless sleep for once, seemingly a reprieve of the constant terrorizing nightmares she’s become accustomed too, and finally the room fades completely to darkness, completely silent, but then again, it’s only temporarily.

       Jerking, waking to the bright lights glaring down from the ceiling, her arms, legs spread and cuffed to the four corners of the stainless steel gurney type apparatus, again she struggles to force herself to realize it’s only a dream, no, a drug induced nightmare.  The same white smocked attendants circling her, again her body completely naked on her back side, her chest arched painfully upwards, again she’s unprepared for the sadistic pain, the obviously false pain she keeps telling herself in her hellish thoughts as she tries to block her drug induced mind from betraying her again.

       Deep breaths, clinching her fists, her eyes momentarily squint, repeatedly blink under the harshness of the luminescent lights glaring down from the sterile white ceiling; her toes curling as her legs tautly stretch apart.  Seeing the flashes of light gleaming from the long, harsh needles being raised above her, she can’t help staring wide eyed at the sight of the skewers being directed threateningly toward her quivering breasts, the glistening sharp points aimed toward her pinched, twisted nipples being gripped in the white elastic gloves.

Masked attendants on either side of her, each already gripping a bulging breast, the third and forth attendants with the skewers standing threateningly beside them, she feels the crisp pain of one of the gleaming needles being slowly pricked against the side of her left nipple as that breast is lifted further upwards from her arching torso.  Oh God nooooo, her mind shouts inside her head, the pain seeming so real, the sharp tip scrapping across her flattened areola as it probes against the thick nub sending a painful ripple though her chest without yet pricking the tugged flesh.

       Feeling a quick, forceful poke, the point sinking into her tit flesh, she grunts.  “Oomph!”  Groaning through the harsh rubber ‘O’ ring stretching at her yawning lips, struggling to block what she tells herself is the imagined impalement of her aching breast, closing her eyes, forcing her mind to somehow block out the obvious nightmare, the sharp pain still seems overwhelming.  Feeling her nipple stretching, the tip of razor sharp steel piercing, plopping inward, her body reflexively arches upwards, her butt cheeks vibrating across the hardened flat steel, the nightmarish pain unbearable as the needle is slid through, the tip poking at the inner side of the contorting nub until finally puncturing the elastic flesh.  Head shaking back and forth, feeling the sensation of the warmth of her blood tracing down off her pulsing breast she continues to force herself to realize it’s only a dream, it’s not real, only a dream.

Feeling the other nipple still being pinched, then tugged in turn upwards by clenching fingers, another agonizingly slow penetration of the pointed tip of harsh steel through that tortured flesh and she screams through the ‘O’ ring again.  “Aaaaggghhh!”  Spittle spraying across her naked chest, the sensation of another warm trace of blood tricking down the side of that breast, again she repeats over and over in her tormented mind, it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream!

Heart pounding, the pain searing with each pulse, her swelling eyelids spreading apart, glaring blurry eyed toward her tortured breasts she sees the huge skewers impaling both nipples, the chrome gleaming with blood, pointing in opposite directions as their ends clink against one another on her heaving chest.  The hideously thick needles twitching across her flattened areolas with her gasping breaths, she twists her head side to side, pounds it back against the harsh metal surface as her fingernails scrap, dig into her raw palms.  The torment seemingly so painfully real, realizing that its not, it can’t be, the rhythmic sound of her skull banging against metal resonates inside her head as she arches, bows her naked body, tries to somehow force herself to wake up as her wrists, ankles chaff in the leather straps.

The attendants stepping downward just a couple feet on either side of the gurney, she feels her already taut legs spreading further apart by gloved hands gripping her trembling knees.  Raising her head upward, glaring down between her pulsing breasts, seeing another gleaming skewer being directed between her thighs, she shakes her head violently back and forth as she feels fingers gripping the nub of her clit, stretching it outward, twisting and tugging until the harsh steel tip’s scrapped sadistically across that sensitive flesh.  Fists clenching, toes curling as she takes a deep breath as the sharp pain jolts between her thighs, the sensation of the needle sliding into, through the center of her ravaged clit.  Gagging on her saliva as she gasps for air, again she jerks her head backwards to pound against the hard steel surface from the unimaginable pain.  “Aaaaaggghhhh!”

Head twisting side to side, body trembling, perspiration beading, streaking across her naked flesh, she feels the warmth of her blood tracing down between her butt cheeks, the inner sides of her bare thighs.  Fists still clenched, fingernails digging into her raw palms, the mouth gag distorting as her teeth chew, burrow into the hard rubber ring, she feels the wetness beneath her as her sweat, her blood clings between her damp flesh, the hard flat surface of the reverberating table.  Squinting her eyes shut, grunting with each breathe, heart pounding as her body arches, twists across the shaking table, the damp leather cuffs seem to tighten on her wrists, her ankles, her mind betraying her even as she knows its just a nightmare, the torture’s not really happening.

The room brightening, her eyes opening, she sees the attendants have stepped back allowing the ceiling lights to shine freely across her abused body as the white clothed nurse positions herself toward the center of the gurney, a small bucket and sponge in hand.  Watching her dark, piecing eyes, a silhouette of a sadistic smile present beneath the tightly fitting white face mask, she feels the initial drops of the warm soapy liquid dripping from the soaked sponge across her bare chest.  The sponge harsh, almost stiff and bristled, she feels the searing pain across her bleeding nipples being rubbed raw as the nurse scrubs back and forth.

“Oomph!.... Aggghhhh!.... Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhh!”  An initial  grunt, then a partial groan’s followed by a hideous scream emitting from the ’O’ ring as the hot soapy solution splashes across, then drenches the fresh impalements of her thrust out breasts.  Body bucking, contorting on the flat slab, the crimson mixture splashing across the metal surface, onto the floor, the excruciating pain’s overwhelming as her punctured nipples sear with the sensations of hot pokers ramming through their engorged nubs.

Practically incoherent from the scolding pain wracking her flailing breasts, she can still sense the warm sensation of the soaked sponge dripping a trail its contents down across her ribcage, past her hollowing stomach.  Her tensing abs rippling in waves while her jerking hips arch upwards, her thighs quiver, unable to be pressed together from the leather restraints as  the solution flows, dripping across her belly button, across her pubic mound.  Somehow finding the strength to jerk her head back upwards as she glares toward the bottom of the gurney, she frantically watches the trailing drips of soapy water with the realization of where it’s tracing toward.  Arms stretching, fists clenching, its painfully obvious to her even before the bulk of the sponge’s remaining contents are squeezed out, splashed across the third skewer that the sponge is again to be used as a scrub brush.

“Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!” 

That searing pain ravaging, urine spurts from between her tautly stretching thighs, mixes with the soapy solution along with the traces of fresh blood as she hoarsely screams through the ‘O’ ring, echoing off the walls with each stroke of the crisp sponge.  “Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!... Aaaagggghhhhh!!!... Aaaagggghhhh!!!”

Nightmare or not, the sensation of the pain’s unrelenting, unbearable as her eyes roll up in her head, her naked body thrashing in spasms across the creaking gurney drenched with fluids dripping down off its beveled rails, pooling across the floor.  Gasping for breath, struggling to awake from this nightmare she feels her breasts pressured, twisted as one of the skewer’s rammed completely through followed immediately by something of an even thicker circumference, round and hard, also shoved in and through.  Glaring toward the pulsing pain, the sight of a thick silver ‘O’ ring being forced into the stretching slit in the nub of her bleeding nipple, she bucks, grunts as her other breast  is manipulated, receiving the same treatment.

Both rings flattening across her spread areolas, feeling her knees pressed apart in the grips of the attendant’s hands, the harsh treatment continues between her legs as her impaled clit’s stretched upwards, the skewer slid through, another ring unmercifully mounted  in that bleeding wound.  Even more painful as the initial impalements, the rings tug at the sensitive, abused flesh as her body twitches, falls backwards across the steel slab as fresh trickles of blood ooze across her bare flesh.  Again all but one of the attendants stepping back, she sees a different sponge in the remaining one’s hand being soaked, drenched with the clear liquid of a transparent plastic bottle.

Instinctively realizing what’s about to happen, trying to convince herself it’s just an illusion, seeing the bottle raised, the contents splashing toward her, she strains, twists as the two hundred proof alcoholic solution splashes across her bare flesh.  “Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!”  The initially cold liquid drenching her skin, soaking into the open wounds of her nipples and clit, she screams again, and again, the illusion unmercifully painful as the coldness instantly turns to a searing liquid coating of fire.  “Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!”  The sponge sadistically sopped across her breasts, between her thighs, the scorching pain tears through her naked, bucking body as she gasps for breathe, pounds her head repeatedly across the steel gurney.  “Aaaggghhh!... Aaaggghhh!!”  The lights flashing across her eyes, the room spinning, swirling, she gags, chokes on her saliva mixing with the bitter taste of the reeking alcohol as the unbearable pain overwhelms her, the room going dark, the longed for unconsciousness just a brief reprieve.

Seconds, minutes, even longer passing, finally jerking awake, she blinks, sees the shadowed ceiling of her own room.  Glancing down across the white bed sheets, she realizes she’s alone again, her latest nightmare finally over.  Slowly sliding higher up onto the mattress, the back of her head higher on the fluffy damp pillows, she feels the aching of her breasts, again that sickening remembrance of the nightmare of the most sensitive, tender flesh of her naked body being impaled, soaked and sponged with alcohol.  Reaching over, flipping on the light, sitting slowly upright onto the edge of the bed the residual pain resonates between her thighs as with all the other nightmares.

Glancing toward her reflection in the dresser mirror across the room, the white sheet still ruffled across her folded arm covering her chest, she drops her arm, the crinkled bed sheet falling across her lap.  Eyes widening, heart pounding, the gleaming ‘O’ rings glisten from her aching nipples as her reddened, almost raw breasts stand out.  Spreading, jerking her legs apart across the mattress, her eyes dart downward as one hand rips the sheet off her bare thighs, the fingers of her other hand frantically spreading the chaffed folds of her labium aside as the gleam of the third clit ring flashes in her tearing eyes.  “Aaagggghhhh!!... Aaaggghhhh!!... Aaaggghhh!!!”

End Part Eight   

          

ASYLUM TALES

Part Nine

Eileen has just made her first end of the week excursion to the asylum.  Leaving late in the evening, well after the end of visiting hours and after an in depth ‘consultation’ with the Doctor to reinforce her already programmed treatments, registering for the night at a nearby motel that happens to have connections with the asylum’s administration, she subconsciously abides to his subliminal instructions. 

Chapter One

       Stepping out of the steaming bathroom after her lingering shower, dropping the empty hair tint package into the overnight bag, slipping the damp towel from her hair, neatly folding it until it forms an almost perfect square, adjusting, aligning each corner, she finally places it on the still made up bedspread across the king sized mattress.  Unwrapping the fluffy white terrycloth body towel covering her bare breasts, slipping it from around her hips, meticulously folding it, adjusting it into a perfect square and setting it next to the matching smaller towel, she steps toward the vanity, sits, positions herself squarely on the stool facing its mirror.

Staring toward her reflection, she ignores her naked image with the trio of glistening rings, even oblivious to the fresh blonde strands of her damp hair, now a stark contrast of its naturally dark color as it flows in tangled strands down across her shoulders.  Momentarily hesitating before she reaches into the still open satchel given to her before leaving the institution, she retrieves a set of non-prescription contact lenses in their plastic carrying container.  Tilting her head back, almost mechanically applying a couple of eye drops carefully dripped into each eye, she places the blue tinted lenses carefully across her dark pupils one at a time.

       Blinking several times, fluffing her tangling hair as she lets the damp, clinging ends slip behind her back, she reaches down into the canvas bag for the makeup kit.  Carefully assorting the numerous items across the vanity, again in an almost calculated sequence, she begins the process by slowly applying the foundation.  Methodically working her way to the eyeliner, lipstick, her eyes remaining focused on the mirror; she’s finally satisfied with the results.  Removing the items from the vanity and back into the small satchel, placing it back inside the overnight bag, she remains silent as she rummages through, retrieves a roll of duct tape and a pair of clear plastic stiletto heels.  Placing the stilettos on the carpet next to the edge of the vanity, she silently concentrates on the fresh full roll of tape.

       Unopened, still in its clear package, slowly using her long fingernails to unwrap the cellophane, she lays the silver colored roll on the dresser as she neatly folds the crinkled wrapping and places it back inside the duffel bag.  Casually twisting around on the stool, picking up the tape, finding its edge, she bends over and stretches the end of the two inch wide strip around her legs just above her ankles.  Breasts swaying, nipples flattening, their rings brushing across her thighs as she manipulates the unwinding tape, stretching, wrapping two, three circles of the silver strands completely around both legs, she carefully tears the strip in two.

       Smoothing the glistening tape around the bottoms of her calves with the palms of both hands, sliding her bare buttocks further outward on the stool, she again grips the fresh end of the roll and begins jerkily wrapping it around her thighs just above the knees.  Another couple full circles neatly aligned as her knees press together and she uses her fingernails to tear the tape in two.  Turning, glancing back into the mirror while unraveling the fresh end of the duct tape, she holds it toward her face, stretches the tape across her lips just below her nostrils.  Circling beneath her damp strands of hair, stretching the tape from the roll a few halting inches at a time, wrapping it slowly around her face a second, third time, the tape also covers her chin as it disappears beneath her hair before she again tears at it, dividing and flattening it with her fingers.

       Stretching another length of tape out from the roll, giving a couple crisp jerks as a foot or so spreads out, she tears it off and lays the roll back on the top of the vanity.  Wrapping an end around her left wrist, pressing her forearms together across the tops of her damp thighs, staring down between her shimmering bare breasts, she manipulates the tape around her wrists, uses her fidgeting fingers to spread the tape around both.  Finally getting the tape flattened as best she can, twisting on the stool, she leans forward while reaching downward.  Breasts again flattening across her thighs as her body twists, squirms, her hands are barely able to scrap past her toes as she arches her back forward while bending her knees.  Twisting her ankles, she struggles to force her taped wrists beneath her feet, finally past her heels.  Slowly standing, shoulders arching back with her breasts swaying apart, her wrists slide up behind her calves, up past her thighs until she’s finally able to stand upright, her taped wrists slipping up across her butt cheeks toward the small of her back.

       Slowly turning toward the mirror, she again catches the reflection of herself, her now bound image.  The duct tape gleaming, her naked body evenly tanned, the mounted rings glisten as her bare breasts thrust out unconcealed in firm globular mounds from between the thick strands of golden hair brushing down across the fronts of both arched back shoulders.  The jiggling rings on the nubs of her nipples pointing apart from her separating breasts as her torso thrusts outward, the areolas just a shade or so darker then her tit flesh remain smooth, flat as the faintest outlines of purplish veins trace just beneath the surfaces of her breast’s taut flesh.

Almost unrecognizable, her made over blue eyes and blond hair just adds to the overall surreal image staring back at her as subconsciously her transformation still doesn’t register as to what she’s done to herself since checking into the motel.  Glancing down toward the pair of clear stiletto style heels sitting next to the vanity, slipping the toes of her left, then right foot into the shoes, she glances over toward the dresser.  Tiptoeing, balancing as she tries to move her feet, she’s barely able to haltingly step across the carpet without falling.  Breasts bouncing, knees bending, she half hops, half shuffles until she can tilt the front of a shoulder against the mahogany wall cabinet.  Twisting, turning, leaning her head back until it touches, she straightens and presses her backside against the flat surface of the wooden panel.  Staring toward the door, she silently waits, just as the doctor programmed her to do.

Chapter Two 

           The room quiet, the time passing, Eileen silently, obediently leans back against the cabinet, standing in place until the door slowly opens.  A light complexioned, raven haired woman stepping in, softly shuts the door behind her while glancing around the room.  Attired in a black leather and lace outfit consisting of a short mini-dress connected to her full leather bra by the midriff lace, her bright red lipstick and matching fingernails sharply contrast with her pale skin, with what appears to be a permanent frown covering her face.

       Stepping forward, stopping in front of Eileen, the woman even in heels not quite as tall, casually reaches out with her right hand, slips her spreading fingers across the smooth areola of Eileen’s thrust out left breast, a fingernail slipped between the loop of the ring.  Concentrating on the bare globe, letting her red manicured thumbnail drift across the soft raised nub of the nipple, circling, rotating the fingernails around the outline of the smooth areola, she presses the sharpened tip of the thumbnail inward, indenting the nipple, forcing the ring inward, deeply into the surrounding areola.  Still silence, she reaches upwards with her left hand, cups, lifts the breast upwards while squeezing, forcing it into a fuller globe.

       Glaring up into Eileen’s now blue but distant eyes, squeezing a little harsher, letting her nail imprint ever deeper, she remains stoic as she rotates her wrist, twists the firm mound of tit flesh in her gripping hand as the pierced nipple disappears beneath the pressing thumbnail.  Glancing across toward Eileen’s other bare breast, tilting her head; she slips her tongue back and forth across that protruding nipple ring before sucking it inward between her lips, grating her teeth across the hardening nub, and clamping down.

       “Oomph!... Aggghhh!… Humph!”

       The first audible sounds escapes Eileen’s covered lips as her nipple’s chewed on, the ring clenched between the gnawing teeth scrapping back and forth.  “Oomph”

       Tilting her head back, the imprints of her teeth across the glistening nub, the woman steps back a step, releases her grip on Eileen’s other breast, watches it bounce, sway as the nub of that nipple presses outward, indented by the thumbnail.  A smile, more of a smirk, and raising her hand, she loudly snaps her fingers, twice.

       Jerking in her taped bindings, leaning back with her aching nipples jaunting outward, Eileen shockingly stares momentarily toward the woman, then down between her bare breasts, toward her own naked body, the duct tape wrapping around her legs.  Hands, fingers twisting, feeling the sticking tape compressed around her wrists, grunting, her back scrapes across the cabinet as she nearly falls, catches herself as her ankles scrape together.  Heart pounding, seeing the strange blonde strands of hair flicking down across her shoulders, breasts, she realizes she’s somehow being manipulated again, unable to resist what’s happening to her.

       Feeling the woman’s fingers slipping between her pressed thighs, the fingertips tugging at the clit ring, the thumb pressing against the nub of her clit, twisting, stroking, massaging, Eileen twists her head back and forth as she presses it against the cabinet, her mind racing, stomach churning.

       “You want that pussy caressed… Don’t you?”  The woman scowls as she slips her other hand across the mouth tape, jerks it down toward Eileen’s chin.  Then, reaching her hand down between the quivering thighs, lets those fingers find Eileen’s puckered rectum, a finger nail probing inward.  “You can answer me now… You want to be fucked… Don’t you… You whore!”

       Squinting her eyes shut, nibbling on a remnant of tape adhering to her freed lower lip, feeling the sensual pressure on her over sensitive clit, the tingling sensations already surging clear to her womb, the constant tugging of the ring, the squeezing of the manipulating fingers, Eileen can’t stop her arching body from trembling, feels her hips quivering as her clit throbs, aches.  Unable to control her emotions, the sensations of her orifices being manipulated, massaged, masturbated, her breathing becomes heavier, her hips beginning to grind across the cabinet as she arches forward, her bare breasts swaying in rhythm while the working fingers delve pleasurably deeper even as her mind shouts no inside her head.            

       “Ooohhh…. Ahhhhh!…. Ummph!”  Groaning, grunting as her naked body spasms, the feelings can’t be suppressed, becomes almost overwhelming as she fights the urge to ask, no, to beg, to plead… To be fucked… And… To be whipped, to have her breasts, her vagina flogged, until she can’t stop from blurting out, shouting.  “Oh God!... Oh please!... Please!... Fuck… Yes… Fuck me!”

       Still manipulating with both her hands, now a smile as she twists the clit ring, rams the finger two knuckles deep between the quivering sphincter muscles, she rasps.  “What… What else do you want done with you besides that?... Want to be fucked huh?... What else do you want done to you?... I know there’s more!”  A finger tip burrowing ever deeper into the puckered rectum, the clit ring being tugged, twisted as the clit’s stretched and manipulated, the woman rasps.  “I said… What else do you crave while you’re being fucked?... If you want fucked… What else?… Answer me!”

       “Yes!... Oh yes!... And… And…Whip… Whip me!”  She grunts, blurts out, unable to hold back as she feels her insane urge for pain as her clit’s manipulated, aches, throbs.  Hearing her own voice begging, unable to stop herself as her knees tremble, her thighs quiver, it’s like someone else’s voice begging for pain.  “And whip me… My tits… And… And… My pussy… Hurt me!... Oh my God!... Whip me all over…  Hurt my tits while I’m being fucked!!... Pleeeaaaase!”

       “Well then… That’s just as I thought!”  The woman smirks.  “I’m sure we can handle that for you!... But I’ll need some help.”  Slipping her hands off the twisting clit ring, upwards toward the tape, pressing it again across Eileen’s quivering lips, she stretches it behind her neck before turning away and stepping over to the vanity.  Retrieving the roll of duct tape, unrolling it a couple inches at a time in short jerking motions, she steps back with it.  Glancing into Eileen’s widening bluish eyes, watching her trembling body arching back against the flat wood, she stretches a piece across her face and spreads it across her eyes as she speaks.  “First… Let’s finish up with the tape.”  Tearing off another strip, she flattens it across the first.  Turning Eileen’s trembling body partially around, ripping off a longer stretch of tape, wrapping it around her arms just above her elbows; she forces her to arch her shoulders back, to thrust her chest out even further.

Satisfied, turning her back toward the cabinet, stepping over to the motel phone and laying the remainder of the roll down, dialing, having a brief conversation, she quickly hangs up, dials another call with another quick conversation.  Stepping over to a reclining chair, sitting back in it while crossing her legs, glancing over Eileen’s naked, taped body arching back against the wooden panel, the nipple rings standing out, jiggling, she smirks.  “Have a little patience… You’re going to get just what you begged for real soon… And then some!”