Chapter Nine

The rest of the day went slowly. I did manage to eat dinner although the chains made it a struggle. Later after using the bedpan, I was ordered to lie down on the bed. A blanket was thrown over me and then a canvas restraining sheet. This had a hole for my head but otherwise covered me completely. It was fastened to the bed frame at numerous places and I realized that with my wrists bound to my belt by the short chains, it would be difficult to get loose. I decided not to try. The bed felt good and I was soon fast asleep.

When morning came, my back was tired from lying in one position all night but otherwise I was raring to go. I was led to the bathroom where a young nurses aide gave me a washcloth to use and then washed my legs and back since I couldn't reach them. I began to feel almost human. Breakfast was edible but not much more.

After eating I noticed that the aide gave the other three patients a chance to walk a little, and then it was my turn. On the spur of the moment, I decided to make a dash out of the room. Perhaps I could learn a little more about the hospital for I really had not seen much of it. So I pushed suddenly against the aide sending her sprawling and went for the open ward door as she yelled for help.

As I reached the doorway I essentially collided with Elisa who was on her way in. She easily grabbed me and said, "Going somewhere?"

"Just out for a little exercise," I joked as I was also grabbed by the aide who was embarrassed by my very brief escape.

"I'm sorry nurse. I didn't think she would do that."

"Relax," Elisa said, "Debbie is full of tricks and you will learn never to trust her or patients like her. Debbie, since you want a little exercise, I think we can oblige."

To the aide she said, "Tell your nurse that I will take care of Debbie for the day and will have her back by dinner tonight."

Frightened by the sound of things I said, "Elisa, I'm sorry. I'll behave."

"You're right you will." She snapped a lease on my collar and led me out into the corridor, up some stairs and then into a room that looked like a small gymnasium. There were numerous exercise machines of various types. Some had weights and bars for lifting and there was some type of treadmill. It was to this that I was led. It had the usual moving floor belt and horizontal bars along each side at about waist level. However there were also side panels from the bars to the edge of the mat and a similar front panel. In addition an inverted u- shaped bar went from the midpoints of the horizontal bars over the top of the apparatus.

Elisa placed me in the standing position on the treadmill and my wrist cuffs were attached to two rings that encircled the vertical portions of the inverted "u". She then unsnapped the leash and removed the chain linking my ankles.

"Debbie, I think you will enjoy this. In a minute I am going to turn the machine on and you can have a little walk and run. If you get tired, I am sure you can figure out a way to rest your legs. Sorry that it is a little warm in here. Oh, the pace of the machine is set to change in a rather random way." With that she flicked a switch. I stumbled but then found I could easily walk at the pace of the moving belt that formed the floor.

I noted that there were no places to the sides of the moving belt on which to rest your feet like I had seen on previous exercise machines for the side panels were too close. So, how could I rest if I got tired. My hands were grasping the side rails and I realized that I could push down and lift my feet off the moving belt. I tried this and it worked but my shoulders began to tire so I was walking again. I also caught on to the fact that I could slide my wrists and the rings upwards to the top of the "u" and pull myself up using my biceps. This shouldn't be too bad.

After a little more walking, the treadmill began to speed up. Soon I was jogging. I was in pretty good condition but after awhile I was panting a little and sweating. Elisa meanwhile had left the room. With a further increase in speed, I found myself running and wondered how long I could keep up. My bare feet were hurting a little and the shift I was wearing was now drenched and clinging. I rested by pushing down to raise my feet for a minute or so, staring at the rapidly moving belt, but found I could not hold this very long.

More running and then the belt slowed down to a walk. Maybe it was going to stop. No such luck.

With more running, I found myself quite short of breath and pulled myself up as if I was chinning myself, but this also was tiring. More running. Then I realized that I could hoist myself by pushing down and then swing my legs forwards, out and over the horizontal bars. With my weight on my legs and my hands, I could get a little more rest.

Elisa returned and went to the front of the machine. She could from that position stare at my shaven perineum. She grinned and said, "Oh, pretty Debbie. Are you showing me something?"

"No," I said and began running again. She simply waited and watched me go through all my efforts again....and again. I began to detest her but realized I would soon collapse.

What then? Would she let me fall and have my knees and legs sandpapered my the moving mat?

"Would you like a drink of water, Debbie?" She raised a bottle with a straw to my mouth and I quenched my thirst.

"Thanks, but I would like to stop for awhile. I have had enough exercise."

"Not yet, pretty little bitch." More running, lifting, pulling up, leg resting, etc. followed.

After what seemed like two hours, she turned the switch off. I stood there trying to get my breath and then knelt on the mat. "Thank you," I fervently said. She released my wrists from the rings and led me over to a bench where I sat down, grateful for the chance to rest.

"Debbie, take off that sweaty shift. It really wasn't hiding anything." I complied.

"And you know you really are rather pale. Don't you get any sun where you come from?

How about a little ultraviolet tanning?"

At least this sound like something relaxing. She had me follow her over to a machine that looked like a very large cylinder, oriented horizontally. It was hinged lengthwise and was open disclosing multiple long light bulbs on the inside. There was some type of apparatus on each end, with a long platform between. I was commanded to lie down after which my wrists were attached to a crossbar in the apparatus on one end, and my ankles to a bar on the other end. She pushed a button on the control panel and the two bars began moving away from each other putting tension on my extremities and body. Because of the location of the bars, this had caused me to be lifted up off the platform which Elisa then removed. I was swaying in the breeze, suspended by wrists and ankles.

Elisa then covered my eyes with little cups which she taped in position.

Although I couldn't see, I heard the cylinder close with a clang and so afterwards felt myself getting rapidly warm. Presumably Elisa had turned on the bulbs wich were both ultraviolet and infrared. Then the crossbars began to rotate so that I was turned from face up to face down to face up and so forth. It was like I was on a roasting spit.

I became hotter and hotter and it felt like my arms were being pulled from their sockets. "Please, Elisa, enough. You're cooking me."

"No, another half hour should do it."

"No, that's too long. Please," but I got no reply.

When I thought I would faint, I suddenly felt cool air and then I was lowered onto the platform.

"Now you are nice and pink. A few days like this and you will have a beautiful tan with no pale areas," Elisa said. "How about some lunch?" The restraining belt and chains went back on.

After lunch it was another session on the treadmill. I resisted this and was awarded a few swats. This time she took me to the point where I actually fell and scraped one knee. She didn't seem particularly sympathetic.

"Well you can rest in the sauna," and with that she pushed me into a slightly darkened, very hot room with wooden benches. The wrist chains had been removed - "They get too hot in the sauna" - and the cuffs were simply tied together behind me. I was surprised when Elisa took off her uniform, bra and rather skimpy panties, joining me on the bench where I sat.

From a bottle she poured some oily lotion into her hand and began to softly coat me from the top of my bare head to my toes. It became increasingly more sensual and arousing. She had me stand so that she could coat between my thighs and in my crevice. God, it felt good.

Next she stood up and applied the lotion to her own big breasts (one still showing the black and blue discoloration). Pulling me to her, our breasts met and slid from side to side.

She brought her lips closer and closer to mine. I was aroused and embarrassed. I had wondered what this would be like but had never done it. We kissed and I found myself responding hungrily. Her hands were all over me and she forced me back until I was lying on a broad wooden step. The sweat, lotion and my own juices made the penetration of her fingers into my vagina an easy passage. It didn't take long for her to bring me to a climax.

We lay together for a few minutes and then she led me out to a large vat of water. She turned me so that my rump was against the rim and then simply pushed me back over the edge and into the icy water. The shock was instantaneous. I righted myself and got my head above water as she joined my in the vat. I tried to get out but she pulled me back and roughed up my breasts.

"Debbie, you don't know how fun you are. Lord, I wish I could be with you tomorrow down in hydro."

Chapter Ten

After a peaceful night in my bed covered with the canvas, I was given breakfast and then an orderly came with a gurney. He was joined by Maria and the nurses aide. Although I struggled, the three of them soon had me on the thing, my wrists and ankles attached to the side rails and three straps across my chest, pelvis and knees.

Maria said, "Have fun, Debbie. You'll come back a much nicer person."

Going down the corridor I decided to give them a hard time by yelling, "Where are you taking me, you bastards. You're going to kill me, I know." I followed this with a series of obscenities that began to disturb everyone in the hallways including the orderly. By the time we reached our destination, he was mad and immediately told the hydrotherapy crew what he thought of me. The result was an immediate pear gag strapped tightly around my face.

The hydrotherapy unit consisted of a receiving area and then several rooms.

I could see tubs, pipes, lifts of various sorts, large piles of sheets and coverings and other things that I couldn't appreciate in the short time it took to get me into one of the rooms. One of the nurses came in and briefly read my chart.

"Well, Debbie, we are going to be kind to you and see how you respond," she said.

"We will using a low level pack."

I didn't know what she meant but it didn't sound too bad. I tried to ask her how long I would be in the pack, but my words were very muffled and unintelligible.

She began taking folded, wet sheets from a large container and arranged them on a mat which lay on a large board that, in turn, covered what appeared to be a tub. Some of the sheets covered most of the mat while others came about 2/3rds of the way from the bottom and two only came 1/3rd of the way.

The orderly and the nurse then transferred me over onto the wet sheets, taking care to keep me well restrained in the process. My wrists were pulled over my head and fastened to a ring at the top of the board. The orderly held down my knees as I struggled a bit. Then the nurse started with the short sheets. The top one was wrapped over one leg up to my crotch and shoved under the other leg and thigh. The second was wrapped around both lower extremities. Then, working with the higher sheets, she wrapped me from my arm pits to my toes. As she did this I was rolled from side to side as each sheet was pulled as tightly as possible. Then my arms were placed at my sides and sheets were placed over each one and under my body. I immediately tried to bring my arms forward but the sheets prevented this.

Finally, The long sheets were wrapped tightly around me from my neck down.

I must have looked a little like a mummy.

With a grunt the orderly lifted me off the mat and the nurse slid the mat and board off the tub which was already about 15 inches deep and already filled with water. He slowly lowered me into the water but still water lapped over the edge.

"Comfortable, Debbie?" the nurse said. "The water temperature is about the same as your body temperature, so you shouldn't mind that. Now we are going to get you a little more secure." With that she placed a canvas cover over the tub, allowing my head to protrude through a hole which was then fastened around my neck below my collar. The edges of the canvas were then laced to the edge of the tub. The covering served to keep my head up out of the water.

"I'll give you a little water later on. If you have to urinate, go ahead for water will be constantly running at a slow rate in and out of the tub. Just don't poop.

Have fun."

With that they left me. By now the water had seeped through the layers and was quite pleasant. So this was the "tank". It sort of disappointed me and I decided to see how much I could move. I found that I could wiggle my toes and fingers a little and could actually bend my knees and hips an inch or so. I could not move my arms forward at all. I tried twisting and felt my body turn a little for my body was buoyed up somewhat by the water.

The twisting seemed to loosen my arms a little. I still couldn't move them forward but found I could move them backward more than before. Just maybe I could get out of this. I set to work, flexing various joints as well as twisting. Progress was slow or absent and after awhile I realized that I was tired. Giving in to the restraint I snoozed until the nurse wakened me by taking out my gag.

"Listen, you bitch, I want to get out of here," I screamed.

"Debbie, that's not nice," was her reply as she inserted a different gag.

This one had a hole though it with a fitting on the outside to which she attached a tube.

She connected the other end to a bottle of milky fluid. "This will give you fluid and some calories. You could have had a luncheon meal if you had not made so much noise."

As she opened the tubing, the fluid started to fill my mouth. Happily the rate was such that I could keep up with it by swallowing fairly rapidly. She left me drinking my lunch. By the time the bottle was empty, I was full as was my bladder. Oh well. I urinated but couldn't sense any change in temperature between my thighs. Guess the water was in fact at body temp.

Then I really began working at loosening the sheets. Probably an hour later I was finally able to swing a forearm out from under a sheet. By remembering how the sheets were wrapped, I pulled and tugged until the other arm was loose. I worked my hands up towards my neck. It took a bit of doing to get them past my breasts and this made my nipples come to life. However, I didn't stop to play with them.

When I reached my neck area. I thought I might not be able to go further.

But why not see if I could rip the inner sheet? This worked! Little by little I tore one sheet and then the next.

Soon I was really making progress. When my arms were finally outside the sheets but still under the canvas, I began to wonder how I was going to loosen or break the lacing that attached it to the tub. No matter what I tried, I just could rip or break the canvas or the edge bindings.

Frustrated, I decided to really make a mess. So I proceed to gradually tear up all the sheets into thin strips. As an encore, I shit right into the water.

About this time the nurse returned and said, "Well Debbie, the afternoon is almost over and we have to get you out of that water before you really get water-logged." She wrinkled her nose and continued, "Do I smell something? Debbie, you didn't, did you?"

She called for an orderly who grabbled my wrists as she removed the canvas.

"Fasten her right there," she ordered. "Wrist and ankle cuffs." She opened the drain and watched the water run out. "Bring some buckets of water from the "B" tub in the next room."

When he turned, a bucket in each hand. She said, "Be my guest." With that, he started pouring the water all over me. I gasped as I realized that the water was ice cold. In fact it had ice cubes in it! The gag kept me from screaming but I still made a fair amount of noise.

She laughed and simply said, "More." This went on until I was shaking and shivering. They stopped when they judged me to be clean again.

"And look what you did to the sheets. You are really going to be sorry.

Instead of going back to your little ward, you'll spend it in your favorite dog cage."

She ignored the shaking of my head.

The orderly released my wrists from the tub but quickly fastened them behind me. My ankle cuffs were hooked together and I was unceremoniously pulled out of the tub and dumped on the floor. The orderly left for the cage and the nurse said, " You just might slide those hands of yours down over your feet. We can't have that." She took a short chain from a cabinet and hauled my wrists up towards my neck. The chain was then fastened to a ring on my collar. She led the chain down under the wrist cuff linkage and then back up to the collar.

Pulling on the chain as she attached it, my wrists were severely drawn upwards and I immediately felt the strain on my arms and shoulders.

I tried to say please as they pushed me into the small cage and locked the door. "No supper for you, young lady. And tomorrow you will find out what a real, top level wet pack can be like. In fact, it won't just be tomorrow. Probably we will leave you in it for a few days. It's a lot of work for us by I am going to enjoy making you miserable. I am sure Dr.

Gonzales will okay the order." After pushing the cage into a storeroom, they turned out the lights and left me, despite my moans.

Chapter Eleven

I spent a very restless and uncomfortable night. It took me awhile to get warmed up but mainly the problem was trying to get comfortable. I could not stretch out and turning from side to side took effort. My mouth was dry from air coming in through the hole in the gag and my arms ached from being pulled up onto my shoulder blades. I must have slept a little much certainly not much.

When the morning workers arrived they came in and out of the storeroom essentially ignoring me. Then the nurse who had threatened me the day before entered and said, "Okay Debbie, now it's your turn." She opened the door to my cage and snapped a leash onto my collar. An orderly appeared and helped the nurse drag me out of the room and into a bathroom area. I was forced to kneel in a shower stall that had rings in the wall at various levels. Short chains were placed between rings on my collar and rings about three feet up from the floor on the walls. This more or less immobilized my head and neck and kept me in the kneeling position.

A bottle of solution was hung above my head and a tube was run from the bottle to my gag. Soon the fluid was running into my mouth forcing me to swallow. The fluid was sort of salty but not too bad.

"Debbie, this will take care of your fluid requirements, give you some calories and, most importantly, will act as a strong cathartic. We are not going to give you the chance of defecating in your pack today."

Soon I was having watery diarrhea with cramps. Periodically the nurse or the orderly would flush out the shower stall with water from a hose an also use the stream to wash my crotch and behind. When all the fluid had run into me and when the diarrhea had largely subsided, I was placed facing the wall on a toilet, my legs fastened to the bowl on each side and my collar attached to a ring in front of me. Next I felt a large plug being inserted in my rectum. I cried out from the sudden pain of the dilation. My anal sphincter closed on the outside neck of the thing. I tried in vain to expel it. Then I felt enema fluid running into me, apparently thru the plug.

I groaned as the pressure increased in my belly. How much they gave me I had no way of knowing. Finally the plug was roughly pulled out and I gushed into the toilet.

"Guess you're pretty well cleaned out," said the nurse.

With the orderly's help I was taken to a hydrotherapy room larger than the one used yesterday. This had more than one tub and these were deeper. A lifting apparatus was also present. My first stop was a bed on which lay a frame, about 10 x 3 feet.

My wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to the corners of this frame, putting a little tension on my extremities.

Then the nurse washed my vaginal area with some cold fluid and inserted a Foley catheter into my bladder. Urine immediately began to flow into the attached tubing.

"Debbie, unlike yesterday, your head today will be under water from time to time. In fact, most of the time. So we are going to place a special breathing device in your mouth.

Open up," the nurse said as she removed the gag. The new thing looked like a diver's mouthpiece, with two tubes attached. There was a part that went between my teeth, a flange between my teeth and my lips, and then an outer flange. Although I fought against them, the orderly roughly pushed my cheeks against my teeth and when I opened to yell, into my mouth went the thing. It was secured in position by multiple strips of elastic tape.

Then a feeding tube was introduced through one nostril and down into my stomach. I had learned to swallow this and only gagged a little. Some type of gummy ointment was then squirted into both nostrils and into my ear canals. It seemed to gel or become fairly firm rather rapidly and I noted that my hearing was markedly reduced. Finally, the nurse took a large roll of the elastic tape and said, "This works better than a discipline helmet." Around and around my head the tape was wrapped. Some of the layers went over the top of my shaven head and others went under my chin. Now I couldn't see a thing, I could hear little and could only taste the rubber coating on the mouthpiece. What next?

The frame was suddenly raised off the bed pulling me up by wrists and ankles. Then I was being submerged into lukewarm water. I had anticipated a bed and cold sheets. But the sheets soon came. First, my arms were wrapped. I was amazed at the tightness and the number of layers. Something rather rigid like a splint was incorporated in the wrappings and I could feel my hands and fingers being bound until they were cone-shaped along the chain that ran to the frame. In a similar way sheets were wrapped around my lower extremities with my toes pointed severely toward the foot of the frame. Next came my body. How many sheets and layers I had no way of knowing. My poor breasts were flattened against me. Apparently my ankle chains or ropes were released for I felt them move my lower extremities together.

Something then went around them, probably a strap or some type of wrapping.

Also my arms were moved down to my sides where they were fastened in position somehow.

As more sheets were wrapped around my entire body I began to struggle harder for I realized that I was now unable to move anything except perhaps my head a little. Even this movement became impossible when something rather rigid went around my neck.

Then more wrappings around my head, neck and trunk.

I sensed that I was being raised out of the tank and placed on a bed or mat for I could feel a little pressure on my back and buttocks. There was some pushing and rolling on the sheets, perhaps to push out any excess water, and then something more was fastened around me from head to toe. The pressure on my entire body was increased until I wondered whether I would be able to breathe.

After a minute or so, I began to feel ice cold water seeping through the many layers and soon I was shivering. I realized that I had to get out and started moaning in case they could hear me through the breathing tubes. But this didn't make much sense and even if they heard me they would probably only laugh.

When I was thoroughly chilled, I sensed that I was now in warm or hot water. Had I been moved without knowing it? There was no way of knowing. I began to panic as I realized that I was completely immobile and if something happened to cut off my air, no one would know. Even if they did, they could not get be out of this horrible pack in time. I systematically tried to move every joint from my neck down. Nothing gave way. My God, how long would they keep me like this? I struggled harder to no avail. I felt very hot and decided I wasn't getting enough air through the tubes. I fought with all my strength.

On top of everything I couldn't see or hear anything. I breathed out forcibly and maybe I heard this a little. I just couldn't do anything....and I started to cry. No, I wasn't going to give in to them. I concentrated on thinking about being held tightly by a man, unable to resist anything he did to me. There was an awakening in my nipples and clitoris. Then I was thinking of Elisa and this stimulated me further. But no matter what I thought of, it was not enough.

So I simply gave up. Perhaps this was how these packs worked. I sensed that I was tired and perhaps was falling asleep when the water turned ice cold again and soon I was shivering and struggling.

These cycles went on and on. I'm sure I slept a little but I had no idea of time. I couldn't even figure out how long I had been in the hospital. If several more days had passed, maybe Dr. Morales would be coming soon. Didn't he say 10 to 14 days? Let's hope he said 7 -10 days.

Chapter Twelve

I awoke feeling exhausted but became aware of the fact that I was being unwrapped.

When they got down to my taped head and while the rest of me was still very much immobile from the rest of the sheets, the tape was peeled off exposing my face.

Suddenly the light in the room was blinding me and the mouthpiece was removed.

Looking down at me was Elisa who said, "I just wanted to see your face and bald head, and make sure you were having fun."

"Elisa, you look good too. I'll never wonder about a pack again in my life. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk when you finish getting me out of this. Please hurry," I begged.

"Oh, your going back in. You've only been in this pack two days."

I screamed, "Noooooooo..." as the mouthpiece went back in and the tape went around my head. I couldn't believe how cruel she was. Soon I was completely mummified and back enjoying the cycles of cold and hot, struggling and relaxing from exhaustion. Maybe I was going to die. At least then I wouldn't know anything.

Hours and hours later, perhaps even days, they really did unwrap me. My skin was oiled and powdered and all the tubes were removed. The collar was still locked around my neck and my wrists and ankles were still in cuffs. I made no resistence as I was led back to my little ward where I was given a gown to wrap around me. A meal was offered but all I wanted to do was lie on my bed. I even helped them attach the chain to my collar.

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning I was awakened by Maria who helped me wash up and placed me in the bedside chair for breakfast. Although my wrists were connected by a short chain, this was not attached to any belt nor were my ankles linked in any way. I guess I looked exhausted, and I was. I just didn't seem to have any fight left in me. As before, my roommates were unable or unwilling to converse with me and I was left to my own thinking.

Basically I thought I had little more to learn from the place, and had no desire to try any more packs, showers or straight jackets. I would like to see a little more of the hospital but also wanted to get out of the place. Perhaps I would have an opportunity to just walk out of the ward, or perhaps Elisa would be willing to show me around. I doubted that she would but there was no harm in asking.

Unfortunately, Elisa didn't come to visit all that day. That evening after the aide went out with the supper dishes (they still wouldn't allow any utensils) I found myself sitting there unfettered and unattended. I simply got up and walked out into the corridor. I passed another ward similar to the one I had just left, a couple of utility rooms and a small kitchen. Then there was a stairway but the door was locked.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded. I sprinted for the end of the corridor where there was an exit sign but that door was also locked. I opened a nearby door and found myself in a small storeroom. Quickly closing the door, I found myself in darkness and groped my way into a corner behind some type of barrel. Maybe they wouldn't find me.

However, it wasn't long before the door opened and the lights came on.

"I don't see her in here," a male voice said.

"Well, she couldn't have left the floor," came a reply. "Make sure she isn't in there hiding."

As they entered the room, I started throwing anything and everything I could lay my hands on. They immediately retreated and closed the door. Now what? It didn't take long to get the answer. When the door again opened, there were two orderlies and one nurse looking not at all happy. I looked for the net that had captured me before but didn't see one. As I picked up a bedpan to throw, I felt a sudden sting on my abdomen. Looking down I could see some type of dart hanging out from my gown. I grabbed it and withdrew it from my flesh.

Meanwhile they had simply closed the door again. I tried the door knob but found they had locked me in.

Within a few minutes I was feeling faint and realized I was going to fall down. I guessed the dart was some type of tranquilizer.....

.....I awoke to find myself back in the ward, spreadeagled and gagged on my bed.

Chains fastened my cuffs to the corners of the bedframe. Elisa sat on the edge of the bed, gently washing my face.

"Debbie, Debbie. When are you going to learn? Now, I don't know what Dr. Gonzales will order for you. After the hydrotherapy, I thought he might release you to a big ward with privileges. Well, get some sleep. Unfortunately he was notified and said he would see you in the morning," she said.

Chapter Fourteen

I awoke to the sounds of breakfast for the others but none for me. Maria came by and said, "Dr. Gonzales just called and wanted to make sure you were thoroughly restrained and gagged. I told him where you were and that you were well chained with a pear gag. He wanted tape added, so here we go."

With that she began wrapping the horrible elastic bandage around my entire lower head, muffling my groans. As she was finishing, Dr. Gonzales appeared with an orderly and some type of nursing supervisor.

"Are you sure she can't get loose?" was his first question. "While I review her chart I want you to get a blood specimen for AIDS. Just look at my hand."

Despite the fact that multiple days had passed since I bit him, the hand was still very swollen and bandaged. "She could have any type of infection," he added.

"And from her little attempt to escape yesterday, she still is obviously agitated, paranoid and difficult to control.

Well, schedule her for a series of five electroshock treatments."

I looked at him in disbelief and screamed into the gag and tape.

Maria said, "I thought that Dr. Morales had specified no electroshock."

The reply from Dr. Gonzales was, "Didn't you hear? Dr. Morales had a sudden heart attack two days ago and died. So his orders no longer apply. Besides, if he knew about her behavior here, he would agree. In fact, I don't know why he didn't or shock therapy to begin with. It will give me considerable pleasure to start her immediately."

As the import of his words sank in, I struggled against my bonds and continued to yell and groan. My God, there was no one to come to release me. Well, maybe Dr. Morales' nurse, but she would be very involved with his funeral and her own future.

Would she remember me? ...ever?

My immediate problem was fighting as they (2 orderlies and two nurses) linked my wrists together behind my back, strapped my knees and ankles and transferred me to a stretcher where I was covered by a restraining sheet.

Maria came over and said as I was wheeled away, "I'll let Elisa know but doubt if she can do anything. It won't be too bad."

I knew that in my own hospital, patients received a brief general anesthesia and intravenous muscle relaxants to stop the convulsions that would otherwise occur when the shock was applied across the brain. I had heard that in the 'old days' flexion fractures occasionally resulted from the convulsions. What about here?

The treatment room to which I was taken had what appeared to be an operating table. I was transferred onto this and, despite my struggling, my ankle and wrist cuffs were attached to the edges of the table with my arms by my sides. Broad straps were then tightly placed over my chest, waist, hips and knees. Next I felt the center of the table being raised, hyper extending my back. To my dismay, I could see no anesthesia machine although they did have an oxygen tank there. Also, there was no evidence of an EKG machine or any other monitoring device.

Dr. Gonzales entered the room with another man who I guess was some type of doctor.

He went to the head of the table and looked down at me.

"Glad to see your head is already shaved," he said. "Saves us time." With that he applied some type of jelly or ointment to the sides of my head just above my ears, and then placed on these areas two electrodes with wires attached. A rubber strap around my head held these in position. "Usual voltage, frequency and amperage?" he asked Dr.

Gonzales who smiled and nodded.

The doctor then said to me, "Debbie, I'm not sure about that gag of yours.

It might not prevent you from biting yourself. So I am going to replace it with a standard rubber mouth piece and airway. Please don't fight me for I can make this much more difficult for you."

He sounded sincere and a little sorry for me. As he took off the tape and removed the gag I said, "Doctor, please don't do this. I am not crazy." But in went the rubber thing, wedging open my jaws with something that held my tongue down and out of the way. Then my head was strapped back over a roll behind my neck.

Then he said, "Ready? Everyone step back." Then came a burst of light and pain in my head.........

I slowly regained consciousness to find myself lying on a bed. I couldn't figure out where I was or why I could only move my hands and feet a short distance.

Wasn't I a nurse?

Why wasn't I on duty? What was my name? Why did I hurt all over?

A nurse came to the bedside and said, "Good, you're waking up. Debbie, are you hungry?"

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Debbie, you are in a mental hospital and have had a shock treatment.That's why you can't remember. Your mind will slowly clear. Just try to relax."

With time I could recall hearing that Dr. Morales was dead but everything after that was blank. Later, Elisa came by and we talked for quite a while. I decided to tell her everything for it seemed like my only chance of getting out of the place.

Although she listened, she did not seem to accept what sounded like an unbelievable story.

"Debbie, I'll think about what you told me. But now I want you to get some rest."

With that she leaned forward and kissed me.

Chapter Fifteen

I faintly remember being taken back to that treatment room the next day and again seeing the doctor as he applied the electrodes.....but then everything became a blur until I became aware of being on my knees on a mattress, holding onto some bars that surrounded me as well as covering the top of what appeared to be a cage!

Then Elisa appeared. For a moment I had a hard time remembering who she was but ti began to come back. She said, "Debbie, you look more alert. Remember me? You have had a series of shock treatments and that's why you're confused. I finally persuaded Dr. Gonzales to let me bring you here to the old hospital annex and have been taking care of you."

"How long have I been here?"

"Two days since your last treatment. Incidentally, I relayed to Dr. Gonzales what you told me about coming here to find out whether our methods of therapy worked. He became quite upset. I guess he is worried that you will tell the outside world about what goes on here and in particular the sexual attack on you. Until he figures out what to do with you, he wants me to keep you here where we do some experimental work," Elisa said.

"What kind of experiments?" I asked.

"Well, really nothing too drastic. One involves sensory deprivation and the other we have you scheduled for tomorrow. I actually think you may enjoy it."

I had read about sensory deprivation. Usually a person is placed in a tank of warm fluid where they sort of float in darkness and are deprived of sound. I had wondered how it would feel and supposed it would have a calming effect. She wasn't giving me any clues about the other experiment.

Elisa continued, "You had dinner a little while ago but probably don't remember it.

How would you like to get out of that cage and have a nice massage to ease those sore joints?"

It sounded good for I was cramped and ached all over, presumably from the convulsions. She made me promise not to attempt anything funny under threat of a straight jacket. The door of the cage was opened and she helped my lie face down on a nearby table covered with a rubber sheet. My wrists were loosely chained to the head of the table and my ankles to the foot. She then brought over a heat lamp and trained it on my back. The warmth was welcome. I was surprised when she then took off her uniform down to her bra and panties.

"I don't want to get the uniform soiled or sweaty," was her explanation.

She then poured a little oil between my shoulder blades and started to massage my back muscles. It really felt good and I began to relax. She worked up my neck and arms and even massaged my scalp, keeping the oil from running down into my eyes. Then she proceeded down over my buttocks, giving them a few playful swats with her hand in the process.

I murmured, "Mmmm. Should I thank you?"

"If you'd like." Her hands worked their way down my thighs, legs and even my feet and toes. Then back up between my thighs and in the crevice between my buttocks. As the oil ran down to my pubis, I realized I was getting aroused, but simply smiled.

"Okay, over on your back," she said. She had to help me because of my chains but they were loose enough so they just crossed and pulled my arms up a little higher.

She poured oil on my upper abdomen and started kneading my abdominal muscles.

Her hands then gently went up over my breasts, her fingers brushing my hardening nipples.

She worked up my neck and over my face. I opened my mouth to kiss her fingers and found the oil to be not only fragrant but lemon flavored. Then more attention to my breasts. I looked down to see that the little bumps in the areolas around the nipples were also very prominent. I moaned in sheer delight, and this increased as her hands slid between my thighs to find my vaginal orifice.

"Please,.." came from my mouth.

"Please, what?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say. Then she removed her bra and panties, and lay down on top of me, massaging me with her big breasts as her hand played a tune on my clitoris and vagina.

I gasped with pleasure as I got closer and closer to a climax, but she suddenly stopped.

"Let's save that for tomorrow night," she said as she wiped first herself and then me.

"You really like tormenting me, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes , but I know the tormenting also gives you pleasure, Debbie. Now off to sleep. I'll help you use the bathroom first. Do you want to be unfettered in the cage, or chained on this table?"

"I guess the table is more comfortable if the chains are not too tight."

And so to sleep.