Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, Elisa brought me a tasty breakfast and helped me wash up in the bathroom. She said that Dr. Gonzales was coming by later but that she was going to start things going.

"What things?" I asked.

"You'll see, and no funny stuff. Did you think of me last night?"

"How could I not think of you? But how about helping me get out of here?"

"No, I'd loose my job, and might even find myself in a pack. Anyway, maybe we'll talk later. Have you ever dressed in latex clothing?"

"Well, I had a diving suit on once. It was sort of fun and the guys said I looked fabulous."

From a box she took out two pieces of black latex clothing. "This is about the same but is thinner, but more elastic. Sit down and put the pants on first." She opened a zipper in the back and shook in some talcum powder.

My first thought was that the pants were too small, but slowly I worked my feet and legs in. I noticed that the pant legs went all the way to my toes and were enclosed at the ends.

The rubber stretched enough to compress my flesh but was not uncomfortable.

In fact it was sort of sensuous. She zipped me up giving me a small waistline.

Next came the upper part, again with a zipper in the back. She helped raise my breasts a little so that they went into the cups that were molded into the front.

The arms terminated in fingerless gloves and I noted little straps extending out from the thumbs and from the end of gloves. Elisa took my right hand and folded the thumb across my palm, fastening the strap to the ack of the glove. Then she flexed my fingers over the thumb and fastened this strap to my forearm. I found I could no longer move my fingers.

"So you can't pick your nose or play with your self." She led me into another room and said, "Okay, up you go onto this cabinet. Lie down on your side facing the wall." The lower part of the cabinet had a few dials and the top consisted of a thick rubber mat with numerous small slots. "Debbie, I am going to gently insert a little rectal probe so we can check your temperature."

As it went in I asked, "Why do you want to do that?"

"You'll see, and no more talking for awhile." With the probe in place she had be roll onto my back and then fastened my wrists and feet to the sides of the table with straps. She couldn't use my cuffs for they were inside the rubber suit which was beginning to feel rather warm. Happily my arms were by sides. Next she opened the cabinet doors and fed a strap up through one of the slots close to my chest. She pulled this across me and down through another slot. I could feel her pull it tight and fasten it. In a similar way, straps were placed around my waist, upper thighs, knees and ankles. I was now bound tightly to the table, but it was sort of nice to be held this way.

"I see you're smiling, Debbie, my love. Remember this?" as she felt my breasts and gently pinched my nipples.

Next, she picked up a large rubber sheet and placed it over me and the entire table, allowing my head to come out through an opening which closed snugly around my neck.

There were grommets along the edge of the sheet and she used these to lace the sheet tightly over the edge of the table. At this point the phone rang.

"Hello, yes, this is Elisa.....No she isn't gagged yet but soon will be....Yes, four or five minutes......Okay. Debbie, that was your favorite doctor." With that she with a little difficulty brought over a large, rectangular frame and placed it over the table to form a tightly fitting rim. It snapped in place, sealing the rubber sheet to the table edge.

Finally came a latex hood with a built in pear gag and no eye holes. "See you later,"

as she pulled it over my head, popped in the pear to fill my mouth, and zipped up the back.

The hood was quite tight and immediately muffled my words of protest. I jerked my head back and forth, but all she said was, "Hi, Dr. Gonzales, just in time."

"That's the way I like to see that bitch. Did she give you a bad time?"

"No, she's very easy to control now."

"Good, let's get going. Record her temperature and open the valve."

I heard a hiss but initially nothing seemed to happen. All I could feel was the pressure of the latex and the straps, together with the fact that I was sweating in the suit. Then I realized I was getting hotter and hotter.

"Like our little steam table, cunt," he said and laughed when I yelled and shouted.

"Relax and enjoy," he suggested. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Take her up to about 105 or 106 if you can, and check her temperature every 10 minutes or so. Oh, and increase the pressure."

The hissing became louder and it felt like the rubber suit was tighter.

Also, the sheet seemed to balloon up around my neck, pushing my head back and closing my jaws more tightly on the gag.

I guess I became delirious and passed out. For the next thing I knew I was back in the other room, chained loosely on the table. Elisa was sponging me off with ice water. "Hi, you did just great. How do you feel?"

"Like I've been cooked - and I am thirsty and tired."

"Good, this treatment may work as well as a pack on some patients. Maybe I'll have you write down your thoughts one of these days. Rest now and I'll be back later," Elisa said as she covered me with a light blanket.

I guess it was early evening when she returned. She had with her several covered dishes and a bottle of wine. My chains were released and my wrist cuffs loosely linked as she brought up two chairs to my table. The food and wine were excellent. It seemed like the first real food in weeks. Elisa seemed a little tense and I wondered whether she was concerned about being caught being nice to me. But this seemed unlikely considering where we were and the fact she held a rather superior position on the staff.

After dinner, I tried to talk to her about helping me escape. Her reply was, "Maybe we'll talk later. Now I want you back up on the table, face down."

I couldn't interpret the tone of her command but complied. She then had me raise my fanny up in the air with my chest on the table pad, and place my wrists down near my ankles.

With little links she attached my right wrist cuff to my right ankle and then did the same on the left. I felt rather embarrassed my this position but couldn't do much about it.

Elisa went over to a cabinet and took out some powder which she proceeded to sprinkle over my back, buttocks, thighs and legs. Soon she was massaging these in a very relaxing way.

"That feels wonderful," I said.

"Okay, over on your back."

This position was more comfortable but left me more exposed.

"What will it be? Oil or powder?" Elisa asked.

"I think I like the oil better. It's more....you know."

"You're a delightful little plaything, you know," she said as she began to rub oil into my neck, chest, and breasts, working her way downward. Closer and closer to where I found myself aching for attention. My God, her hands and fingers were talented.

Just when she had my vaginal introitus well lubricated with her oil and my juices, she stopped.

"No, please, more," I begged.

"I have a little surprise for us," she said. She went over to her cabinet and returned with some type of strap device. She temporarily put it beneath the table out of my sight and proceeded to remove all her own clothing. Then she retrieved the device.

When she held it up I could see that it was a double dildo with attached straps. The dildos were arranged base to base.

She climbed up on the foot of the table between my legs and got her left hand wet with the oil on my abdomen. This she smeared on one dildo which she then carefully inserted into her own vagina. The straps she buckled around her, leaving the other dildo pointing at me.

"Ready or not, here I come," Elisa whispered.

I didn't know whether to fight her or welcome her, but realized that my wants were quickly winning. She gently penetrated me as I rose to greet her. She played with me by withdrawing a little and then pushing in further. Soon we were establishing a rhythm and I found my desires soaring. I clamped my thighs tightly around her. For a moment we tried to slow down but found this impossible. I think we both came at about the same time.

For a while we lay embraced. I tried to sort out my feelings and decided to just enjoy the moment instead.

"Thank you, Debbie," she said. "I'm not sure we will ever have this opportunity again."

"Why, what's going to happen?"

"I frankly don't know. Dr. Gonzales has that sensory deprivation experiment

scheduled for you tomorrow. This won't be bad. And I have the day off."

"You mean you won't be there?" I said with concern.

"No, but I have asked Maria to be with you. There is someone I have to talk to and won't be back until Wednesday morning."

"I assume this is Monday," I said, thoroughly confused about days and dates. "But that doesn't explain why we can't have fun Wednesday night."

"Debbie, maybe we can. But Dr. Gonzales is very worried about you. There has been a call about you from Madrid. He's trying to find a way to get rid of you.

He said something about arranging a "suicide" if he couldn't figure out something else. He doesn't think a transfer to another facility would work. There was even mention of selling you to a slave ring."

"You can't be serious," I gasped.

"Well I think he knows that the staff would turn him in if you were harmed, and he would have a hard time falsifying the records if you disappeared. So maybe he will just have to accept whatever happens and hope that it doesn't ruin his career. Let's keep our fingers crossed. Now, it's bedtime. Unfortunately, you have to go back in the cage, for that is what your orders read. I will leave the chains off."

Trying to comprehend what she just told me, I allowed myself to be led over to the cage, crawled into it and gratefully accepted the blanket she handed to me as she closed and locked the door.

I found myself wishing I had at least told her I had an enjoyable evening, but all the other thoughts were streaming through my head. There was little I could do about the situation at the moment. Maybe Maria would help me in the morning. I guess my last thoughts before falling asleep were about the absurdity of slaves in this day and age.

Chapter Seventeen

I was awakened by the sound of Maria entering the room. Unfortunately she was accompanied my Dr. Gonzales who immediately said, "What is she doing without a gag?

Obviously Elisa has been neglecting this uncontrollable problem patient.

Chain and gag her immediately."

Maria came over to my cage and remarked, "Not the best way to wake up, is it?

Please don't give me a hard time. In my left hand is an electric cattle prod which I don't want to be forced to use, so just put your back against the cage side with your hands behind you."

"Maria, you have to help me get out of here," I whispered.

"No talking," she replied. "Elisa is working on something."

I felt the wrist cuffs being linked together and then a large bit gag was forced into my mouth, the straps going around my head and neck. She then opened the door of the cage and beckoned for me to crawl out. As I emerged she placed a short chain between my ankle cuffs.

"Good, that's much better," said Dr. Gonzales. "Let her use the bathroom.

Pedro, my anesthetist will be here any minute and I want her on the table ready to go when he arrives."

Why was an anesthetist coming I wondered. What had this to do with sensory deprivation? Soon I was lying on an operating table worrying about what was going to happen. Would he kill me? This seemed unlikely with Elisa there.

When "Pedro" arrived, they placed me on my side and refastened my wrists in front of me. Dr. Gonzales then said, "Okay Maria, bring her knees up to her chin."

I decided that whatever they were planning was not going to happen without a struggle so I lashed out with my chained legs and swung my arms. Neither maneuver accomplished anything. Dr. Gonzales jumped back, grabbed the cattle prod, placed it on my upper back and pushed the trigger. A horrible pain went down my spine and it seemed as though all my muscles momentarily convulsed. I shrieked into the gag and tears came to my eyes.

"Now bitch, are you going to curl up for us?" Dr. Gonzales asked.

Maria helped me to get into the position and I felt the other doctor applying a solution to my lower back.

"Debbie, I am going to put in a little novocaine and then insert a tiny catheter in around your spinal cord. This will be like a spinal anesthesia but we won't be putting in the agent just yet."

I felt the little needle but then the area was numb. In a few minutes I felt tape being applied to the area and they rolled my onto my back. As they secured my ankles and wrists to the table and placed several broad straps across my body and lower extremities, I could see the catheter coming out from underneath me.

Dr. Gonzales said, "Debbie, they tell me you are intelligent and clever - and may be a nurse. I don't believe it but am going to explain what is going to happen so perhaps you can help us evaluate this experiment. Ordinarily in sensory deprivation, the person is placed in a tub of body temperature water, is blindfolded and either subjected to a low level noise or complete silence. Obviously such a person still feels many things so many sensations are not really obliterated. We are going to take this approach a few steps further and will explain this as we go along."

"Pedro is going to attach some monitor leads to your chest and right arm as Maria starts an IV in your left. Okay, now we are going to start the spinal anesthesia." With that he injected some medication into the small catheter. I really couldn't feel any change in my back for a few minutes but then noted a warm feeling in my body from my waist down.

"Now you will begin to feel numb in your lower body. Can you feel this?" he asked as he did something to my thighs or legs. I felt a little movement but nothing more, but I couldn't answer him because of the gag.

"I guess not. Good. Now Maria is going to insert a urinary catheter."

I raised my head to see Maria working between my thighs but could neither feel her or move my legs. In fact I realized I could feel nothing from my waist down.

Pedro then said, "Debbie I am going to spray something in your ear canals before putting in some sound absorbent wax which will happen in a few minutes.

Also, I am going to spray your nose, entire mouth, pharynx and larynx so that we can insert a tube into your trachea or windpipe. Please try to cooperate when I take out the gag so Dr.

Gonzales will not have to use the prod again."

The spray was bitter and made me cough a little, but not bad. Almost immediately my lips and tongue became numb.

Dr. Gonzales said, "After we put in the ear wax you will not be able to hear much at all. So I'll explain the rest. I will be raising the level of spinal anesthesia right up to your head.

As you know this will eliminate all sensation and muscle power from your neck down, but does not affect your cranial nerves. We will be blindfolding you with a special helmet or hood. The nose spray has eliminated smell and the mouth spray, taste leaving you only with some skin and facial muscle sensations. These we can almost eliminate with a special paste I have designed. It has a topical anesthetic effect and forms an adherent mold decreasing your ability to squint, smile, etc. Finally, the helmet is made of rubber and is inflatable putting a moderate evenly distributed pressure all over your head. So your sensory deprivation will be at least 98% complete. Oh yes, your respirations will be automatically controlled with a respirator so don't worry about that."

"We are very interested in your reaction and response to this, so Maria will be asking you many questions later and recording your answers. Have fun and I hope you have all sorts of exciting dreams."

Pedro then put in the ear wax and everything got real quiet. When he removed the gag I had a chance to yell, "You're a bunch of sadistic bastards. I'll see that....." then my mouth was stretched open by a laryngoscope and the endotracheal tube was inserted between my vocal cords completely silencing me. My mouth was taped shut around the tube and nose plugs of some type were easily inserted.

Dr. Gonzales placed little pads over my eyes and held them in place with what felt like scotch tape. Then I felt some thick goo being spread all over my scalp, face ears and neck.

Finally came the hood which was pulled down to my neck and snugged rather tightly at that level. The pressure on my face increased as the hood was inflated and I could feel the goo spreading and becoming thicker. I started to pull on my wrist restraints but then noticed that I was feeling first warm and then numb right up to my chin. I couldn't tell whether I was moving anything.

Within minutes, I couldn't feel anything. It was as if I didn't have a body. There were absolutely no sensations from my neck down. My face seemed to be held immobile but there was very little pressure anywhere. I could hear absolutely nothing - except maybe my heart beating which meant I was also breathing but I had no sensations of this. Briefly I thought I was drifting or floating out of my body. I tried to yell but couldn't figure out how to do this. Maybe I was dying.

Chapter Eighteen

I had never felt so helpless in my life. I tried to concentrate on feeling anything. My emotions went from panic to bliss to colors to position to time. I could remember things but then for minutes had questions as to where I was. I thought of sex and tried to get aroused but had no feelings as to where my nipples, breasts, vagina or clitoris were. I thought of Elisa but nothing happened. What a royal mess!

Sometime later, probably hours and probably after some sleeping, I realized that my wrists were in cuffs. My God, I actually could feel them, but my arms were very heavy.

More time passed and I gradually came "back to life". The helmet was removed and the sticky goo-covering was pealed from my head. Plugs were extracted from my ears and nose and the pads came off my eyes. I was blinded by the light but could make out Maria standing near me. Pedro stood at the head of the table but Dr. Gonzales was not present. I tried breathing against the respirator without luck.

Pedro said, "Don't fight it. I am about to remove the respirator and then you can see what you can do on your own." For a moment I could not get my breath but this disappeared.

"Good," he said. "You don't need me anymore," and left.

Finally I could feel Maria removing the catheters, one from my bladder and the other from my back. I was back to normal...or almost. I felt tired and I guess a little confused still.

Maria said, "Debbie, try to sit up so I can lock your hands behind your back. Then I'll help you take a nice shower."

"Oh no, not a punishment shower. I didn't do anything," I complained.

"No, a nice shower." And that was what Maria gave me, complete with gentle washing with a soft sponge. I could have purred. After I was toweled dry I was placed in a chair and given a delicious salad and some wine. She had to help me eat and drink but it tasted wonderful.

When I had finished these she turned on a tape recorder and we talked for almost an hour about how I felt when totally deprived of sensations. I guess it was the confusion and panic that bothered me the most. I had no answer to her question of whether it would help in the treatment of an insane person.

"Okay, back in your cage little doggie and since Dr. Gonzales might come by I will have to gag you. Do you have a choice of type?"

"No, please don't. I'll be quiet," I said.

"Doctor's orders." With that she selected a pear gag with a broad rubber strap the covered my face from just below my nose down to a point below my chin. I detested this for the drool just filled my mouth and kept me constantly swallowing until I got used to it.

Back in the cage I heard a final "Goodnight. Elisa will probably be in early tomorrow.

Chapter Nineteen - Conclusion

And that is what happened. Elisa was there when I woke up from an uncomfortable night. She said little as she go me out of the cage and seated at a table, but she looked sort of depressed.

"Is there something the matter?" I asked as she brought me breakfast. She actually unchained my wrists.

"No, but...Do you know a Dr. Todd Martin?"

I gasped, "Of course. How do you know him?"

"Well, he is here. Actually not in the hospital but here in town. He came by a few days ago and made some inquiries. Dr. Gonzales refused to see him yesterday while you were in never-never land. But one of the nurses the day before had suggested to him that he contact me. That is where I was yesterday. To make a long story short, I am going to help you escape this morning and he will waiting just outside the old entrance to this annex."

"You're not lying to me?" I asked. "Is this for real? Can I go now?"

Maria said, "No not yet. I want you to try to eat. You may need your energy if Dr. Gonzales tries to come after you. And we have almost an hour before Dr. Martin will be here."

I tried to eat but it wasn't possible. I was too excited. Elisa produced some keys and proceeded to remove the ankle and wrist cuffs. Finally, the collar was removed. My neck felt cool and light without the thing which had been in place for...I couldn't guess the number of days. She had brought a nurse's uniform, bra and panties. Also a shawl to put over my head and stubble of hair.

Almost with tears in her eyes she said, "Debbie I am going to miss you very much.

Also, I am very sorry for some of the things I did to you - but not for others. I think I was falling in love with you."

"I'm going to miss you too," I said. "When they find I'm gone, won't you get in trouble?"

"No, at least not much trouble, depending on you," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you are going to make it look like you overpowered me. I don't want to be unconscious, but you've got to make it look real," Elisa said.

"I think I can do that without any difficulty. When do we start?" I smiled.

"I'm ready. When you are done, just go down that corridor, down one flight of stairs and use this key on the door. Dr. Martin will about thirty yards down the alley in a black car."

"Okay. First, thanks very, very much for all your help. I will write to you an a week or so. Now, strip!" I commanded. This she did rather slowly until I picked up the cattle prod.

"No, please, not that." She finished disrobing quickly and I fastened "my" collar around her neck and soon had the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

She put her hands behind her back but I shook my head and locked them together in front of her.

"You're being nice to me?" she asked.

"Sit down on the floor," I replied. I locked her ankles together and then fastened the ankle and wrist links together. Placing a sheet along side of her I rather roughly tipped her onto her side.

"Ouch, that hurt." She gave me a puzzled look as I dragged her on the sheet over to the other wall of the room where I had seen a rope and pulley arrangement hanging from the ceiling.

"I don't think I'm going to like this," she observed.

"I know you're not." Again I placed her in a sitting position. I then gave her a long and passionate kiss as I played with her nipples. "Thanks again. Perhaps someday we'll meet under better circumstances." With that I placed a ball gag in her mouth.

She resisted only slightly but her eyes opened widely as I started winding 4 inch elastic tape around her lower face. Then I rummaged around in the cabinets until I found a pair of shears. As she now struggled for real and started crying, I proceeded to cut off most of her hair leaving a long tuft from the top of her head to the nape of her neck.

"Okay, up you go." With this I tied the pulley rope around the cuff and ankle links.

Happily the block and tackle attached to the pulley allowed me to then raise her several feet off the floor. She moaned and shook her head as she slowly spun around on the rope and tried to relieve the pull on the cuffs.

I then finished wrapping her entire head with the elastic tape, leaving the long bunch of hair dangling. I braided a rope into these strands and then tied a two liter bottle of IV solution onto the rope so that it was pulling her head back. More groans. From the cabinet I also took and applied nipple clamps and a few spring clothes pins to a few tender spots as the moans increased in intensity. Finally I found her dildo. When I checked her she was already very wet. Her rump was very exposed to me and I could not resist playing with her with my fingers around and in her vagina. This led to my kissing her and tickling her clitoris with my tongue. As I inserted the dildo, she exploded in an orgasm and I realized that I also was very excited.

But there was only a little time left. I secured the dildo in her with a waist and crotch strap. She looked very uncomfortable but maybe Dr. Gonzales would not be convinced.

Maybe if I found a bottle of chloroform or something and placed it near her. I looked through several cabinets but then found a leather "cat" with 20 inch strips of leather.

I knew I might hate myself later but it sure would look real. No one would suspect a conspiracy if she was covered with lash marks. The first blow was light but surprised her into a yelp. I soon got into it and was secretly delighted as the subsequent severe blows left very red marks. These quickly became swollen and discolored. By this time she was crying and shaking.

"Time to say goodbye. Love you. I kissed one buttock and then her taped mouth. Within minutes I was locked in a wonderful embrace in Todd's arms. "Let's go home, or maybe to California."