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Debbie Visits a Spanish Mental Hospital

Part 2

Chapter Four

I think I did sleep and dream a little, but still felt tired and restless when an orderly entered the room. He looked disgustedly at the food on the floor and said, "I guess that is why you didn't get breakfast. You didn't eat what they gave you last night."

How could I? He unstrapped my knees and replaced the link between my ankle cuffs with a chain about twelve inches long. I was pulled to my feet. Holding one sleeve, he urged me towards the door. I decided to resist and simply flexed my knees and hips, sinking to the floor.

"Are you going to give a hard time?" he asked. He whacked my bare buttock with his hand and I rolled away. "Well try this on for size." With that he took from the pocket of his coat a short, slender chain with rings at both ends. It looked to me like the choker, chain collars used on dogs. I couldn't believe he was going to put it on me, but he doubled the chain thru one ring and passed the noose over my head. I then felt it tighten around my neck.

"Coming?" he said as he again lifted me up. He pulled on the chain and it began to choke off my ability to breathe. I began to stumble after him down the hall, the ankle chain preventing normal strides.

"Got yourself a pretty date?" a passerby asked looking at my legs and ass.

"Don't I wish, but she isn't much of a conversationalist."

We turned off one of the hallways and into a waiting room. I was pushed into a hard wood chair that was bolted to the floor. A strap was passed around the back of the chair and around my body inside of my crossed sleeves. This effectively kept me from moving much. Also the ankle chain was hooked somewhere beneath the seat, raising my bare feet off the floor.

"The doctor will be with you shortly," he said.

I then noted a somewhat older woman sitting nearby. Cuffs held her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair, but I was dismayed to see that she was completely bald. She was not gagged as I was, but didn't say anything. Soon a nurse came to her, unfastened the cuffs and led her docilely into the adjacent office.

There was not much to see in the waiting room and so I spent my time thinking how I going to act when I saw the doctor. Perhaps a half hour later it was my turn.

I was taken by the nurse and decided not to resist even though the orderly had removed the choker. The exam room was rather typical, but I did notice a few more straps on the table which was set up with stirrups for gynecology exams. The nurse pushed a wall button which summoned an orderly to help her. They were taking no chances with me. I was backed up to the table and placed in a sitting position on the end. My ankles were hooked to a cross bar near the floor so I wouldn't do any kicking or get away. Then the straight jacket was carefully removed. The orderly roughly grabbed my forearms as they came out of the sleeves and then transferred his hold to the cuffs that were still on my wrists from the previous day. The nurse pushed me back onto the table as he pulled my wrists over my head. The cuffs were then fastened to the very top of the table, stretching me out.

Around my waist was passed a broad belt that had several rings, and straps from the side rings were used to secure me to the table sides. Only then were my legs placed and fastened in the stirrups. The nurse rather easily loosened the locking mechanism on the stirrups, pushed them out until my thighs were widely spread, and relocked the mechanism.

Finally, the nurse removed the ball gag. What a relief. For fear of being again gagged, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Dr. Gonzales appeared to be in his forties. He wore no tie and looked a little dirty. I thought I could smell liquor on his breath - and the day was early.

"Good morning, Debbie. I have reviewed the record from Dr. Morales. I guess there isn't much real information about you. No family is mentioned. Where are you from?"

I didn't say anything, just glared.

"How are you feeling? Do you know where you are? You gave the staff quite a hard time yesterday so your diagnoses appear correct. I wonder why Dr. Morales didn't want us to use shock therapy to slow you down."

After I continued to remain silent, he said to the nurse, "Well let's get to the physical exam. Should be fun. Maybe it will loosen her tongue."

As the nurse took my blood pressure, she said, "The nurses' notes from last night indicate she had lots to say then."

I started resisting as soon as he began with the light in my eyes and then the thing in my ears, but the nurse was strong. When the doctor picked up a tongue depressor, the nurse pinched off my nose and placed her other hand over my mouth, keeping me from breathing.

When I ran out of air, she took her hand away and then inserted wedges of rubber on each side as I gulped for a breath. The doctor only briefly looked in, pushing down my tongue with the flat depressor and causing me to gag slightly.

The exam of my chest was much more thorough. He pawed my breasts, ran his finger around my nipples and happily pointed out the nipple response to the nurse who seemed very interested. After prodding my belly, he sat down on a stool between my legs.

"Give me the large speculum and we will be taking a smear of her cervix."

As I felt the cold metal device being inserted without any lubricant, I tried to raise my hips but the side straps allowed only a slight movement. "Like that," he asked.

He looked in after spreading the blades and I could feel motion of my uterus. He inserted a swab and handed it to the nurse who smeared a slide with it. The speculum was then removed.

"She's pretty clean. And look at that clitoris just poking out its head." I felt his gloved finger begin to play with it as he inserted two other fingers into my vagina. "Getting wet, Debbie?"

Even though the answer was yes, I began to jerk, shout and scream obscenities at both him and the nurse. I guess my words hit home for he started yelling back at me and pulled off his gloves. First he slapped me hard. My head at that moment was raised between my anchored arms and the impact was painful. He then silenced me by placing his hand over my mouth. As I started to yell some more, his hand went between my teeth - and I bit down as hard as I could!

He pulled out his hand and looked down as the blood came from the teeth marks.

"You bitch, you whore - just wait." He ran to the sink and put his hand under a stream of water. The nurse meanwhile picked up the rubber wedges and forced them between my teeth.

She was really good at this. Practice makes perfect. Then she took a roll of cloth bandage and starting with the end fed it into my open mouth until my cheeks were bulging. Using the rest of the roll, she wound it around and around my head, finally securing it with a layer of tape.

The doctor came over to the table and with his good hand pinched my right nipple as hard as he could. All I could manage was a muffled yelp and tears came to my eyes. At this point the injured nurse from yesterday walked in.

"Can I help?," she asked.

The doctor said, "Look what the bitch did to me. I should turn her over to you but you'd probably kill her. And her referring doctor may be checking on her in a week or so. What's the hydrotherapy schedule look like?"

"Right now we are full but there should be an opening in a few days," the nurse replied. "And what are you going to do about her pubic lice?" I knew she was lying but obviously couldn't say anything.

"She's infested with lice?" the doctor responded. "Great. Well you know the treatment. You can shave her right now."

"How about her head?"

"Well as agitated as she is, you probably can't do that. She'd move too much," he observed.

"Oh, I have a way. Leave it to me."

"Fine. Anyway is okay. Oh, write up some orders including a command that I never want to see her again unless she is securely gagged. I'll leave you two nurses and get some antiseptic on my hand, but how's that breast of yours?" he asked.

"You're not going to believe what that cunt did to me. Look." With that the nurse un buttoned her uniform. Her bra fitted on one side but the other breast bulged out from the cup of the garment. The skin was red, purple, black and blue right down to her waist. I sort of felt sorry for her. The breast probably weighed four times more than her other.

As the doctor left, he said, "Also feed her - by force if necessary." The two nurses then got at the job of shaving by pubis, labia and perineum. The safety razor kept getting clogged with hair, so they switched to a straight razor which did the trick. When they then poured alcohol over the area, I moaned and jerked to no avail.

"How are going to shave her head?"

"Well, we are not going to do it here. If you want to watch, join me in treatment room 4 at noon. We can have a pleasant lunch hour. In the meantime, let's get her trussed up using the simple restraining gloves.. Call for an orderly."

"Debbie," the other nurse said, "I think you will enjoy the change from the straight jacket, but if you're good you can ask for the jacket again." I couldn't appreciate what she was saying, but the sleeves didn't sound real bad.

An orderly appeared carrying two long sleeves. The hand portions were closed and had no fingers. I could see that the sleeves laced up and had several straps to go around the limb as well as a long strap attached to the end. Leaving one of my wrists still fastened to the top of the table, my other arm was inserted into one sleeve and they began to lace it tightly.

My fingers were wedged into the cone shaped end of the fingerless glove and the upper end of the sleeve came to my arm pit. When the lacing was completed all the way up, it was tightened further with a lace puller of some type. Then I felt the straps being snugged down just above my elbows, in the mid forearm, at my wrists and finally crushing my fingers. The long strap was temporarily fastened to the table head, and then my other arm was enclosed in the other long restraining glove.

Removing my legs from the stirrups, I was brought to a sitting position and my ankles secured to the floor. I expected them to wrap my arms around my chest and therefore was very surprised when they hauled my wrists up behind my back. They were crossed between my shoulder blades as each long strap was carried over the opposite shoulder, then across my chest above my breast, through my arm pit, finally being fastened through a buckle on the upper end of the glove from which the strap originated. The orderly was given the job of pulling the strap as tight as possible and this forced my shoulders back into an exaggerated position.

I immediately was uncomfortable and wondered whether I was getting circulation to my hands.

"Do you like your new gloves, Debbie? Comfortable aren't they. And your breasts are sticking out real nicely."

"How about moving her down to the treatment room in a dog cage?" the first office nurse asked.

"Sure, she should be comfortable in one of those, and I can be sure everything is ready for our luncheon entertainment," my favorite nurse replied.

The orderly soon returned with a metal cage on wheels. There was a handle for pushing the cage which was designed for moving dogs from one area to another. The sides, ends, top and bottom were made of perforated, steel panels and one end was hinged as a door.

The cage was only about 3 feet long, 2 feet wide and maybe 2 feet high.

The orderly said, "I thought our little bitch should have a collar, so I brought one."

"Good thinking." One of the nurses proceeded to put the two inch wide collar around my neck and fasten it with a small lock. "Maybe I'll throw the key away."

The first step in getting me into the cage was to fasten my ankles together with a short chain after detaching them from the table. They didn't bother with my knees for I wasn't going any where. Next the cage was turned onto one end and the door at the other end was opened. The orderly then easily picked me up, lowered my feet into the cage and pushed me downwards. For a second I managed to stay standing but a blow behind my knees by one of the nurses ended that effort. I don't think they even considered releasing my tightly wound gag which was now saturated with saliva.

"Have fun and be comfy. Don't bark too loudly,"

said my vengeful nurse who I decided to call "Butch". With that she lowered the door, pushing me entirely into the cage.

This was then tipped onto its wheels and I was ready for transportation.

Going through the corridors, several people asked what they were doing with a dog. "Oh we're taking her for a little fun. Peek through the holes. She's quite a pretty little bitch."

They made a point of hitting a few walls and going rapidly around corners.

Kneeling as I was, these movements served to throw my body and head against the cage walls. My moaning was ignored. On reaching the treatment room, I was simply left caged. My knees hurt from the metal, my back ached from the forced arching and my arms were a mass of pain and cramps. At one point I urinated but was a long way from being comfortable.

After an hour or so but still long before noon, Butch and the orderly reappeared. He was pushing a dolly on which was a four foot square wood platform of some type and a pile of collapsible chairs which he started setting up in a large circle. She pushed the exam table from the center of the room and then came over to my cage.

"Been having fun? She said and then asked the orderly to give her a hand. They opened the end of the cage and she snapped a leash to a ring on my collar.

"Come out little bitch," and with that she pulled. I fell forward onto my stomach with a groan.

Rather easily they lifted me to my feet and then led me my the leash over to a vertical support column on one side of the room. The leash was wound around the column and then straps were placed at various levels down to my waist.

"There that should hold you for awhile." Butch turned to the orderly and said, "You can go now but I know you will back for the show."

I tried to mumble through the gag to beg for some relief.

"Can't understand you, bitch. You probably want the gag out and your arms released."

I nodded vigorously.

"Well, I promise you that will happen within the next couple of hours if you're good. Right now I want to make you look real pretty." I couldn't believe it when she began to brush the snarls out of my hair. The she washed my face above the gag. The wet cloth was also used over my chest and abdomen. I almost felt clean.

Her next action was to place one of the cuff cross bars between my ankles instead of the chain, avoiding any chance that I would kick. Then she began to caress my breasts and nipples very gently. Although I squirmed, it felt good and arousing.

"You like that, don't you," she asked.

I looked at her and couldn't keep from nodding. After what she had done to me, she was almost being kind.

"Well, look down and watch." With that, she wet a finger and placed it a fraction of an inch out from my right nipple. She moved the finger tip around in small circles. I could see and feel the nipple hardening and growing tense. I wanted to feel the finger and thrust my chest out against the restraining straps. She smiled and said, "I think I am figuring you out. You really are enjoying some of this. You want to be caressed while you are held in restraint."

I gazed at her, knowing that in fact there was a part of my mind and emotions that was extremely stimulated by bondage and bizarre situations.

"I guess you'd like me touch you down here as well." Her hand slid down to my recently shave pubis, and her finger moved down towards my clitoris. She spread my labia and felt my wetness. Removing her finger, she placed it in front of my face. "Look, and smell, pretty Debbie. You know, I could really like you and think I know what you want. But you have to realize I have wants and desires as well. I enjoy certain things - and you are going to find this out."

"I know your nipples are hard, but I want them just right for our little show." With that she took from her pocket two small, black rubber cylinders about one inch in diameter.

She licked the open end of each one and then licked my nipples. This was a combination of lickings, kissing and gently sucking. My God, I loved it.

But my moaning with pleasure was cut short when she squeezed the cylinders to evacuate the air inside, and then placed them around my nipples. The little suction cups firmly attached themselves to my areolae and sucked strongly and painfully on my nipples. I cried out but the sounds were of course muffled.

"We'll leave those on for a while," and she went to meet the first of her guests, who came bringing their bag lunches.

Chapter Five

When about ten or twelve of the nurses, aides and orderlies had arrived and were seated more or less in a circle around the room, Butch got up and the room got quiet.

"I'd like to welcome you to one of our occasional luncheon shows. Most of you know Debbie over there and are aware that she put on quite a show yesterday when, after arriving, she managed to almost put two of us out of commission. This morning during her exam by Dr. Gonzales, she bit him rather severely to the point where he has commanded that she never appear before him again without something in her mouth besides her tongue and teeth. She, with a little help from me, was also found to have pubic lice. As you can see, she now is quite well deprived of hair in one nice area. But the doctor felt because of her agitation and lack of any cooperation, shaving her head would be next to impossible."

She went on, "Well, I'm going to show you one way of doing this. Also, I want to make sure she knows who the boss is and at the same time give her a chance to use up some of her energy. Near the end I'll give you a chance to join in the fun."

All I could think of was the aching in my arms and shoulders, and the fact that no way did I want my head shaved. But she had at one point been tender with me, almost loving, and she had said that the gag would be removed and my arms released.

Butch approached me and said, "First I am going to make Debbie more attractive by giving her a little jewelry. The little suction cups on her nipple areas were preparation for this." With that she pulled off the cups with a twist that hurt like hell.

Then she took from a box on a nearby table, two little clamps joined by a 8-10 inch small chain.

I had seen pictures of nipple clamps in some of my exotic catalogs before and had wondered what they would feel like. But I also knew that the redness and swelling of my nipples from the cups meant that they were very sore already. This was confirmed by the pain I felt when she opened the clamps and carefully let them close on me. I screamed into the gag and twisted as much as possible. But I then realized that as long as she did not move the chain, the nipples were only very sore.

"Debbie, your breasts are beautiful and the little jewelry I have given you so far adds to that beauty." She smiled and lifted the chain up until it pulled on my not so little buds. I immediately went up on tiptoes to relieve the tension. "Guess when I lead you by your chain in a few minutes, you'll follow me." I nodded vigorously.

"Let's see if we can add a little something more and maybe get a little music into the show." There was a tinkle of little bells as she picked out of the box a handful of little cords.

Each of these had a little bell on one end and a blunt nosed alligator clip on the other. Quickly she fixed these on me, one on each side of my breasts near the nipple clams, and then two on each side of my labia! I moaned and squirmed, but the crowning blow came when she placed the last of the clips right on my clitoris. I bucked and twisted but the only result was a ringing of the bells. The "audience" laughed and clamped.

"Well done, Elisa. Make her dance," came from the gathering. So that was her real name - not Butch, I thought.

"Okay, Debbie, time to move. You want that cloth gag out don't you?" Butch, or Elisa said. With the help of her orderly, she unwrapped the leash from the column and unsnapped it from my collar, as the orderly released the body straps. She however snapped the leash onto my nipple chain and started towards the center of the room.

I stumbled after her as quickly as the spreader bar between my ankles would permit. I was led to the little wood platform on which the chairs had been brought. I noted that there were two rings about two feet apart bolted through on one edge and that a wooden box was upside down on the platform away from the rings. Apparently they were going to have me sit on the box.

But this was not the case. They brought me over to the edge with the rings, removed my spreader bar and attached my ankle cuffs to the rings. I was then pushed forward, making me fall into a kneeling position of the platform, facing the box.

Elisa said, "Now the first step in immobilizing her is to apply a high collar. This is the Franklin collar designed for trauma cases."

Of course I recognized it, and also recognized the feeling as it was placed right over my dog collar and rather severely tightened, stretching my neck farther than I thought was possible.

"Next, we will kindly remove her present gag and clean up her lower face."

As the cloth was removed, I found that I could again close my mouth and move my jaws. "You bitches; what are you doing to me. You're all cunts and bastards."

Ignoring me, Elisa said, "Finally..." With that she lifted up the box revealing a four inch rubber, rather fat dildo rising from the platform, and held there my some type of snaps that could be released if they were twisted 90 degrees. From each side of the base of the dildo came two broad straps. She pushed my head forward and down as I yelled and fought her.

The orderly came up to help and I felt the ugly thing enter my mouth. I bit down but they squeezed my nostrils together. When I gasped, the thing went all the way in, reaching well into the back of mouth until my lips met the straps, which were then fastened tightly behind my neck.

The combination of the neck collar and the dildo effectively meant that I could not move my head. And my ass was hanging out (although I could raise it). The bells between my thighs jingled as did those from my breasts. They had me. I still could not accept the idea that they were going to shave my head. It had taken me a long time to grow nice hair after it had been shaved before (that's another story). So I tried moving around. I couldn't get the dildo out of my mouth and any effort to tilt my head caused gagging. I did find that I could twist my body a little, moving my head on the axis of the thing in my mouth, but Butch simply grabbed the chain between my nipples and gave a little tug. I stopped moving.

Out came the electric clippers and I could see the hair falling around my head onto the platform. She ran her hand over my resulting stubble and said, "That looks terrible. Then she lathered my scalp and produced a straight bladed razor which made short work of the remaining hair. Finally she applied some oil or wax which was polished until my head apparently shone. There was applause from the gathered staff.

"So that's how it's done. Now we are going to give Debbie a little relief from her stringent arm restraint and at the same time take her down a peg." I couldn't figure out what she meant but it didn't sound good.

She unbuckled the long straps from the tips of my gloves, unbent my poor aching arms, but immediately put straps around both wrists and elbows behind my back.

The long glove straps were then pulled up, causing me to raise my buttocks. Finally, the dildo and the attaching straps were released from the platform, leaving me still very gagged with the ugly thing.

My ankle cuffs were freed from the platform rings and for the first time in quite a while I could move my legs as I wished. I was helped to my feet and immediately began to thrash around, but then felt my hands being raised by the straps which were somehow attached to a ceiling pulley arrangement. This caused me to bend forward until my upper body was parallel to the floor. The nipple chain and the little breast bells hung straight down and there was an immediate pull on my shoulders.

I couldn't for a minute see Elisa but then found her coming towards me with a leather "cat" in her hand. The first blow that landed on my behind wasn't more than a caress, but I still tried to jump and moved away until stopped by my arms. The ensuing blows were of increasing intensity. I couldn't believe what she was doing. She was whipping me. As I jumped and squirmed the bells jingled and pulled at my private parts.

Then I heard her say, "Debbie, we are now going to remove those little bells." This she did with her "cat", as she directed it across my breasts and then up between my thighs.

Each site stung as the bells fell to the floor. She allowed the nipple clamps to remain. By this time I was crying for help and trying to demand that she stop.

"Well folks, that's about it. If you wish, you can give Debbie a few pats as you leave." And this they did, much to my discomfort.

When they had all left except the orderly, Elisa said, "Debbie I love your shiny, bald head and your red buns." With this she softly touched these areas. "As much as I regret it, I have to get you back to your room. Would you like the dildo out?"

I nodded vigorously and she said, "O.K., for a while but any yelling or swearing will result in a gag. And no talking. Understand?" Again I nodded.

She removed the thing from my mouth and I immediately said, "Water please."

This resulted in a swat and I shut up. To the orderly she said, "Help me get her glove straps refastened." As they did this, bending my arms up across my back, I pleaded for them to stop but this only caused them to pull the straps tighter.

"Debbie, I guess you didn't hear me when I told you to be quiet." She asked the orderly to get a discipline helmet and he soon returned with a leather hood. They placed this over my head and I felt a pear gag affixed to the inside pushing on my lips. I closed my mouth tightly but again came the pinching of the nostrils, the gasping and then the thing was well into my mouth. "You'll learn," she said as the helmet was laced and buckled around my head and neck. There no eye holes and my hearing was reduced but not eliminated. Then came the ankle chain. I kicked once but didn't hit anything. Then I felt myself lifted up and put into some type of laundry hamper on wheels. My rear end sunk down into the thing, but my legs went up over the edge and my hips were markedly flexed, bringing my breasts against my thighs.

"Off we go, pretty one."

We made several turns but I really couldn't tell where I was. I assumed from what she had said that I was back in the tight room. Then the hamper was turned up on its side and I was unceremoniously dumped on he floor. I then was placed in a wooden chair. A strap was placed around my waist binding me to the back and my ankles were drawn up under the seat.

"Debbie," I heard Elisa say, "I've got to go now and attend to my other duties. I know you are hungry and thirsty, but Dr. Gonzales said to force feed you. If I objected he would take me off your care all together. The other nurse will be in soon. I'll try to visit you tomorrow. Remember that in a day or so, you will be going to hydrotherapy. I have several friends there and that should be fun." She removed my nipple clamps as she left and I yelped as the blood returned to my tortured nipples.

Chapter Six

Some time passed as I sat there and tried to get my bound arms comfortable.

My rear was hurting as were my nipples. I heard someone in the room.

A female voice said, "Time for breakfast and lunch, Debbie." My head was pushed back and held while a tube was inserted in the helmet hole over my right nostril. With no numbing spray, the tube hurt as it went in and made the turn into the back of my mouth. Then the tip was going down my throat. I knew I should swallow, but coughed against the gag instead. Soon however the tube found its way down my esophagus and into my stomach. I shook my head when it was released but was rewarded with a hard slap across a breast.

I then couldn't tell what was happening but assumed they were putting some type of nutrient solution down the tube. All was quiet and I sure couldn't make much noise. I was worried about the fact that I was breathing now only through one nostril, but it seemed to be sufficient.

Hours seemed to pass. Where was every one. I longed for some attention but didn't want to be hurt. Maybe I slept a little for I sure was exhausted. Then I heard a voice say, "Here's your dinner, Debbie." But still I couldn't feel anything. Maybe I did feel a little fullness in my stomach. At one point I wet myself - naughty, naughty.

Then a voice said, "Time for bed." How I longed for a comfortable bed. But instead I was lifted out of the chair and dragged over to the grate in the corner of the room. "Time to peepee" and surprisingly I did go. "Good girl".

I rolled around the room and found that the chair apparently had been removed. I tried rubbing the face of the helmet against the floor but guessed that the tube had been securely taped of fastened in some way. Thumping my head against the door and wall didn't do anything except give me a headache. So I lay down and tried to sleep.

What had I accomplished in two days? Very little. I had managed to piss off a good portion of the staff. I had found that straight jackets were quieting. I had discovered that Elisa was a complex character with a blend of sadism, revenge and lesbianism. And I had realized that I was also a complicated person.

Chapter Seven

After "breakfast" the next morning, I decided to raise a little fuss. The nurse or aide was in the process of washing my body. My ankle cuffs still had the twelve inch chain between them but this was not fastened to the chair. When she stood me up to wash my back and rear end, I simply had diarrhea all over her hand, my legs and the chair.

"Why you shitty bitch," were the words I heard.

Then I heard Elisa's voice, "What's going on?" The aide explained the mess and Elisa said, "Well, I'll take care of her. Go get washed up and bring me a whip."

I felt a leash snap onto my collar. In an attempt to avoid punishment, I knelt down and extended my helmeted head in the direction of her voice. I found her leg and rubbed by head against it.

"Debbie, right now that won't get you anywhere. Save it for later. Up on your feet, problem child."

With that I felt a tug on the leash and a whip lash across my buttocks.

Man, how it hurt. I obediently followed the leashes lead, out into the corridor and down the hall. After a few more turns we apparently entered another room which seemed damp. I soon found myself astraddle a toilet seat. Even though I guessed what might happen, the insertion of the rectal tube still surprised me. It seemed large and I felt some type of interior balloon being inflated.

Then came the rush of hot fluid.

"You're full of shit, Debbie, and I want you clean." I got uncomfortably full, the tube was removed, I defecated, and the whole process was repeated - not once but twice.

"Now do you want out of those gloves," Butch asked. I nodded a yes. "Okay, but no struggling or hitting." Again I nodded. Blessedly my arms were released and the gloves removed. I was tempted to swing but decided not to tempt fate. My wrist cuffs were fastened together and were then dragged above my head by some rope or wire.

All of a sudden it came to me that I could be back in the shower room. I tried to get out of her grasp but could move only a few steps. My wrists were dragged higher. Then I felt the spreader bar being fastened between my ankles. I moaned against the gag.

"Want the helmet off? Aren't I being kind?" Nods.

As soon as the thing was removed I started pleading. Then I tried saying how nice she was being and thanked her.

"Debbie, you have to learn to behave and cooperate." With that she turned the jet on and started working me over. The temperature of the water was first ice cold and then very hot. Neither was pleasant. I was twisted and turned, drowned and knocked of my feet.

Suddenly she stopped the jet and came over to me.

"Let's try something different." She pulled another rope off from the wall.

It too ran through a pulley in the ceiling. She tied the end to a ring in the center of the ankle cross bar, went over to the wall and pushed a button. The slack in the rope disappeared and then my feet were raised about four feet off the floor.

Again the jet was activated. This time I spun over and over. I knew I couldn't take much more. When she stopped the stream, I told her I was very sorry for kicking her and making a fuss. No answer, just another push on the button and my feet were higher than my wrists. Then my wrists were released. I was swinging upside down, my hands fettered but free to swing around together.

The jet this time was icy cold again. She seemed to delight in directing it right at my shaven crotch where it stung and froze me. I yelled and pleaded. Finally she stopped and approached me from the back. She gently placed a hand right over my vaginal introitus.

"You're rather cool there. How about inside?" A finger went into me. I raised my hands to hers. "No, down with the hands." I obeyed as she proceeded to start me towards a real frenzy. "You like it even upside down, don't you? Say it," as she played with me.

"No. Stop, please," I begged but it didn't sound convincing.

I couldn't believe it when she bent forward and tongued my clitoris. It was all it took.

Quickly I was rocking my pelvis on her inserted fingers and soon burst into a wonderful climax.

She lowered me to the floor and kissed me very briefly. "Going to obey me now?"

"Yes," was all I could say. I was dead tired from the water and the sexual experience.

"Say, Yes Elisa."

"Yes, Elisa. Thank you."

She smiled and said, "Okay, what's it going to be. The sleeves or the straight jacket.

One or the other."

"The straight jacket please," I replied. It was far more comfortable.

"Tight or loose?" she smiled.

"Tight, please."

Elisa went over to a cabinet and returned with the jacket. Although it was made like my first, the material was black. I held out my arms and immediately realized that it was heavy rubber, shaped for the female body.

"I designed this myself," she said as she started the lacing at the hip level. When she got to my waist, she reached inside and guided my breasts into two holes somewhat smaller in diameter than the circumference of my breasts. Here there were two layers of the rubber, the outer layer being rather thin. As the lacing continued, my breasts were forced out thru the holes causing the thin layer to stretch. My nipples were hard and clearly visible through the material.

After the lacing came the straps which were of leather. She had me lie down on my stomach so that she could put a foot on my back and pull with all her strength on the straps. I could barely get my breath.

"Tight enough?"

"Yes, mistress." I gasped. Had I really said that. "I mean, Elisa."

She laughed and said "Whatever, but don't think for a minute that I am going to be easy on you." With that she pulled my arms through the side loops and buckled them in back.

Instead of two crotch loops I looked down to see one broad one.

Elisa went over to the cabinet and returned with not one but two of the rubber dildos. These were longer than the one used as a gag.

"No, please don't," I pleaded.

"Yes, Debbie. One will cure you of shitting on the nurses. The other will make you think of me." With that she threaded the base of the dildos onto the strap, and had me bend up and abduct my thighs so she could insert them. The strap was buckled tightly onto the lower part of my jacket and the ankle spreader was replaced with the short chain.

"Now Debbie, I want you to go out in front of me. I will tell you where to turn. I am taking you back to your tight room for the night. Then tomorrow, providing you have been good, I will be transferring you to a small ward with other women for one or two days. I want you always to obey me. If you give me trouble, expect something in return. With the nurses and orderlies, I want you to struggle and give them a hard time occasionally, but nothing real bad. Understand?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Elisa."

Chapter Eight

Back in the tight room, I sat in the corner doing very little until dinner came. Again this was in the dog dish. I decided to try to eat for I did want to keep up my strength. This time the eating went a little better, although the stuff was not appealing. I also managed to slurp up some fluid.

The aide came in, congratulated me on eating my meal and washed off the mess on my face. She also washed my shaven head, probably just for the fun of it. Then, pulling on the strap running between my legs and causing both dildos to move in their orifices, she said, "Comfy down there? Sorry it is rather warm in here, Guess that outfit of yours will be hot before morning.

Have a good night." I just glared at her.

A little later I did manage to urinate past the dildo without getting too wet. Then, I lay on my back and tried to get comfortable. In fact the heavy rubber jacket was hot. I realized I was sweating. Maybe the sweat would act as a lubricant and allow me to get my arms out.

But no matter how I twisted and pulled, effective movement of my arms was impossible. All I did was make my self hotter. I also was aware of some stimulation from the vaginal dildo.

But neither in the prone or supine positions could I really get any real satisfaction.

Finally I guess I fell asleep on my stomach....for the next thing I knew, someone was forcing a pear gag into my mouth which quickly silenced my yell. The room was dark and I couldn't see who was sitting on my back, buckling the gag strap. Then some type of loose hood was put over my head and tied around my neck.

"There, you bitch. That will hold you, and I know you can't get out of that jacket,"

came a quiet male voice that I didn't recognize. He rolled me over onto my back and began to fondle my breasts through the thin covering. My nipples were not spared.

I moaned and kicked as much as the ankle chain would allow, but heard nothing more than a soft laugh from him. Then his fingers were loosening the crotch strap and pulling out the dildos. I could then feel him lying beside me, his fingers playing a tune on my clitoris and labia. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor mat and he was then lying on top of me! He was going to rape me!! I brought my thighs tightly together but he proceeded to pry his hand down to where he could get a couple of fingers into me. As I tried to push myself up and away, his knees went between mine and I could feel his erect penis touching me.

God, he was going to succeed. Then he gasped and moaned as I felt him come all over my thighs. It was over before it was started. The poor bastard had premature ejaculation. I laughed into my gag and was rewarded by a hard slap across my hooded face and then a kick in my ribs. The door shut softly.

The next morning, the nurse bringing in breakfast took one look at me and easily put two and two together. She removed the hood and gag, and said, "You poor thing. Who did it?"

"Thanks for your sympathy, but I really can't tell you much except it was a man. I suspect it was the orderly I kicked the first day but can't be sure.

In any case I don't think he got much satisfaction. I know I didn't." She just looked at me.

"Well, Elisa will be upset. She wanted you to have a good night."

In mid-morning, Elisa appeared. I guess she talked with the nurse or reviewed whatever went into the nurse's record.

"Did you encourage him?" was her first question. I couldn't believe it.

Here I was essentially raped and she was blaming me. "Well, did you?"

"Of course not. Why, are you jealous?" I retorted.

With that she rolled me over and proceeded to whack the hell out of my buttocks..but since she used her hand, it really wasn't too bad so I just grinned and said, "Thank you, Butch."

"Debbie, don't push me. Well, it probably wasn't your fault, so let's get you out of my pet jacket. Remember, no funny stuff."

As the straight jacket was removed, I looked down on my sweaty body. My breasts were a little swollen from being through the holes. Elisa sprayed some alcohol based lotion on me and rather roughly toweled me off. It felt good and I was soon glowing from the solution.

She then gave me a short, gray shift to put on - my first clothing in days.

How many had passed I could not immediately remember. The shift came down to my pubis leaving my crotch exposed but was better than nothing.

"Now I have a nice leather belt that matches your two inch collar." The belt fastened with a buckle which could be locked. There were rings on each side and a chain dangled from the rear. My wrist cuffs were attached with short chains to the rings and the belt chain was brought between my thighs, up oven the belt in front and then back to be attached tightly to the back. The two strands of chain running through my crotch were uncomfortable, but she observed, "That will make it difficult for the next man that wants to get a piece of you. Off we go."

The four bed ward where I was taken was rather simple. The beds ran down one side and there were heavy wooden chairs with arm rests between the beds. The windows were barred but some sunshine came into the room. There were three female patients in the first three chairs. They quietly looked at me when we entered. All were held in the chairs by some type of restraint. The first patients arms were simply cuffed to the chair arms. The second had some type of broad canvas band around her lower chest. The third was wearing what appeared to be a football helmet and her hands were cuffed behind the chair.

"What's the helmet for?" I whispered to Elisa.

"Well she probably tried to commit suicide by slamming her head into something. You know, that occasionally works."

As I was led down to the fourth chair, we were joined my an attractive nurse a little older than I. Elisa said, "Maria, this is Debbie. Debbie, meet my friend Maria who is going to take care of you until your time in hydrotherapy."

"Oh yes, the trouble maker. I was sorry to miss your show yesterday, Elisa.

I heard it was great. Poor thing doesn't have much hair left."

"No, but she is cute that way," Elisa replied. "Maybe you also heard what happened to her during the night. I think I know who's responsible and I am going to do my best to get him fired. Anyway, keep a close eye on her. She's clever, strong and can be a real pain. My breast still is not normal."

I was placed in the chair, my collar was attached to the back chair risers and the ankle chain was drawn up beneath the seat and fastened so that my feet were off the floor. I wasn't going anywhere.

When Maria was looking the other way, Elisa reached down and caressed a nipple quickly bringing it to attention. "Have a good day, and think of me, Debbie." With that she left.

Maria soon came back and said, "Debbie, please try to cooperate with us.

You will get your meals in that chair and will find that the wrist chains will allow you to transfer food to your mouth. We can't allow you to have a fork or spoon. If you throw food, you will be force fed and I understand you know what this means. If you have to urinate or defecate, we will give you a bedpan, but if you don't call us for a pan, nappies and you'll be sorry. Finally, no talking, yelling or screaming at night. Understand?" I nodded.

After she left, I tried to talk to the other three women. Only one replied.

"I am Queen Isabella and don't talk to commoners." End of conversation.

The others seemed almost zonked out, but I knew this was unlikely to be from medications. Before Maria went off duty, I asked her about their almost catatonic state. She replied, "Those two are getting electroshock therapy."

I sure was happy that Dr. Gonzales had made a point of not allowing this on me. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I was restless and wanted to do something, but there was nothing to do but look at the others and try to see out the windows. I reviewed the little I had learned about physical means of mental therapy and thought it didn't have much to offer so far. The straight jackets did have a calming effect after exhaustion set in from trying to escape. And I suppose that the control enforced by the nurses and orderlies might be therapeutic, but the control came from the threat of punishment and pain.

I found myself wondering what the hydrotherapy would be like.