Here's my fantasy:
Part 1: Lost
I am lost inside a huge super-speciality hospital (I was in one lately and I very nearly got lost because I turned down the wrong corridor).
I walk down a long corridor, until I come into a small waiting area at the end of it. At the far end of the waiting area is a large double door leading into a restricted area. There is a sign that says 'Please await your turn' above a small desk occupied by a woman in a nurse's uniform. Several seats line the wall. A few people with anxious faces are seated.
I walk up to the nurse and say, "Excuse me but could you tell me if..."
The nurse looks up at me and, before I can complete my sentence, says, "Ah, there you are! Come with me immediately!"
She stands up, grabs my arm and propels me towards the double doors.
"Wait! Please. I only want to know if..."
"The doctors will let you know whatever you want." She says as she pushes open the doors and leads me inside.
I am in a largish room. It has a desk on one side and an examination table in the middle.
"Get on the exam table, please." The nurse says and picks up the phone on the desk.
"Now, wait a minute..." I say, getting annoyed. I am not a patient. I am a visitor! and I am just lost!
"He's here, doctor." She says into the phone, completely ignoring me.
"Please, nurse, you don't understand. This is a mistake. I am not a..." I start to say.
The door bursts open and two burly men enter. They grab my arms and lift me onto the examination table. I struggle and curse, but in vain. One of the men pulls my arms upwards, while the other pulls my feet downwards - and to my horror, wraps two leather restraints, one on each ankle.
When my feet are secure, the other man brings down my hands and secures my wrists to the top ends of the table.
I yell in anger and frustration as I lie spread-eagled on the table.
"You're making a mistake, you idiots! I am not a visitor here. I am NOT a patient!" I shout.
The two men smile at me and say something in a foreign language. I don't understand a word they say.
Evidently, they don't understand me either.
I turn my head to look for the English speaking nurse, she is nowhere in the room. The two men leave. I am now alone. I strain at my restraints, but they hold fast.
Suddenly the door bursts open and two women walk in carrying leather bags - the type doctors carry when they make house calls. They are very tall, both about 5'10" or 11". One of them is marginally taller than the other.
They are both dressed in white coats. One of them is wearing black trousers and the other is wearing a navy blue skirt that comes down to her knees. Their footwear is sensible. Career heels only about an inch high.
They place their bags on the table and talk to each other in a language I cannot understand. One of them, the taller one, leans over me.
"I, Dr Anya. She, Dr Petra." She says in disjointed English pointing to her companion. More foreigners, I groan to myself!
"Please, you are making a mistake. I am only a visitor." I say. Exhausted from my efforts to break my bonds.
They look at each other, shrug their shoulders and open their bags.
Dr Petra unbuttons my trousers slowly, pulls off my belt, then unzips my fly. She inserts her hands into the elastic band of my underwear and in a quick jerk, she pulls downwards.
"Hey!" I yell as the cold air of the room hits my now exposed genitals. She ignores me and pulled my trousers and undies down - all the way to my ankles. Then she pushes my tee shirt up, all the way upto my throat, uncovering my stomach and chest.
Dr Anya comes close to me. She has two steel crocodile clips in her hands. A winding wire is attached to each of the clips. She opens the mouths of both the clips. I could see the teeth gleaming inside the clips.
I recognisze the clips as the kind electricians use to make a temporary connection.
To my surprise and horror, she places a clip on each of my nipples and then lets go. The sharp teeth bite into the tender skin of my nipples. I scream in pain, lifting my body up. I wriggle and twist in the vain hope that the clips would fall off. They don't!
A sudden, sharp jolt of pain in my nipples causes me to scream again. The pain is horrible. Tears are now streaming down my face.
There is another, sharper jolt of pain. Followed immediately by a third, even more painful one. I feel I am going to die. Then the pain reduces but I get a jolt every 10 seconds alternately in each nipple.
This continues non-stop.
Dr Anya, now satisfied that this treatment was in place now goes back to her bag.
She returns with a strange shiny instrument in her hand. It looks like a long pair of pliers with a thin nose.
I feel Dr Petra lift my penis up.
"NO! PLEASE, NO!" I scream thinking she is going to castrate me
She pulls my penis upwards. My flaccid organ begins to come to life.
Holding my penis in her left hand, Dr Petra begins to pull my foreskin up and down in slow motion. I am not circumcised and this movement feels good - even over the alternate blasts of pain in my nipples. An erection begins.
Dr Anya suddenly clips my foreskin with the instrument in her hand. I feel a very sharp pain as the steel of the pliers bites into my foreskin.
"Please! Don't! Please stop!" I yell. If not castrate, she surely intends to circumcise me - my mind deduces.
The pain grows sharper as Dr Anya clamps the pliers harder, completely ignoring my screams of pain.
Dr Petra lets go of my penis and rummages in her bag brings out a syringe with a huge needle on it.
She grabs my testicles.
"Oh no! Please! NO!" I shout.
Clearly, these women are stark raving mad and they are going to kill me!
Dr Petra lifts the syringe so I could get a full view of it. She smiles.
Even in my pain I cannot ignore the fact that these women are stunningly beautiful and could any day beat the models on the cover of that grubby magazine outside.
The pain was excruciating. I realise that she has poked the needle into my testicle. I scream in pain, surprised at the sound of agony that escaped my lips. I don't recognise my own voice.
But then, I have never experienced such pain before!
Then I feel as if she is injecting hot lava into my hapless testicle. The burning fire inside is unbearable and I feel like I am going to pass out! Then with a sharp pain and the needle is out.
I breathe out at the minor relief.
Dr Petra smiles at me.
Dr Anya lets go of my penis, but I can feel the steel clamp on my foreskin and the cold steel of the device on my thigh where she had left it. All hopes of an erection are now gone!
The doctors leave me lying and are busying themselves at the desk. They have their backs to me and their shapely bodies cover their actions from my view.
When they return, they are each carrying a tray.
To my horror, Dr Anya picks up another gigantic syringe from the tray. Dr Petra holds my thigh.
I can't help but think how soft her hands are and how gentle they feel on my thigh.
My scrotum is still ablaze and bursts of pain are flashing from my testicles to my brain.
Dr Anya wipes my thigh with an alcohol soaked piece of cotton. Then in a single stroke, she jabs the needle into my thigh.
I scream as the needle first makes an indent in my skin before bursting through skin and muscle until it can go no further inside. Then Dr Anya slowly begins to push the plunger in and the burning hot medicine, thick and pink, starts to disappear into my thigh.
"Stop! Please Stop!" I scream.
A sharp pain indicates that she has finished giving the injection.
Then Dr Petra picks up another syringe - equally large. The two women turn me on my side.
My body is twisted at an uncomfortable angle, what with my hands and ankles still tightly restrained.
But it satisfies them that my buttock is fully available for their cruel needle.
Dr Anya holds me up, so that I don't roll back.
Dr Petra wipes my buttock with alcohol. Then she plumps up my buttock and stabs the needle in. The thick needle is over 2 inches long. Dr Petra keeps pushing it until it is all the way inside my muscle, right up to its hub.
I scream again and again.
She now starts to to push the plunger in, very slowly.
The medicine burns its way inside. I begin to feel like someone has stabbed my bottom with a long knife and is now turning the blade painfully round and round.
I keep screaming in pain.
They repeat this exercise by giving me another injection in my other thigh and, by turning me over on my other side, into my other buttock as well.
This time Dr Petra continues to hold me in that twisted position on one side.
I cannot see what Dr Anya is doing.
Soon I feel her fingers separating by buttock cheeks and a finger applying a lubrication of some sort around my anus.
"Please! Please no! No more, I beg of you!" I plead. My body in near revolt from the pain all over.
I feel a long steel clamp entering my anus. It feels cold, at first.
Then as Dr Anya pushes it in further, a sharp pain begins inside my anus. Before I can cry out or plead once again, the clamp begins to open up.
I feel as if Dr Anya is tearing my anus apart from inside.
I scream in pain, yet again, and again. Then I feel sharp pricks inside my anus as if someone is scraping the sides.
Suddenly the pressure and pain in my anus stops and the clamp slides out slowly.
I get rolled back to my original position - on my back, facing the ceiling. My thighs, buttocks and anus are on fire!
Ah, it's over, I think. Now I am going to kick some serious ass when I get out of here.
I feel Dr Petra's soft hands fiddling with my scrotum once again. I lift my head painfully to look.
To my horror, I see another syringe in her hand with that same long needle.
Before I can protest, i feel another excruciating burst of pain as she gives the injection into my other testicle.
My mind is numb with pain and I can feel waves of nausea building up from my stomach to my mouth. My bottom and thighs are throbbing with pain and occasionally a sharp burst of pain explodes in my brain as the medicine injected inside me settles itself down.
My scrotum feel like it weighs a ton and is ablaze, firing massive thrusts of pain - the kind I have never experienced in my life - ever!
Both the doctors pick up their bags and walk out of the room leaving me hurting madly.
The hiss of the large double doors inform me of their departure.
I pass out.
When I come to, I am still ying on the exam table. My restraints, however, have been removed and my trousers have been pulled back up and buttoned. My tee shirt has been tucked into my trousers, like it was when I had come into this dreadful place.
The lingering pain of the injections weighs me down as I painfully limp out of the room. My nipples are sore and sensitive when I touch them.
The waiting area is deserted and there's no sign of the nurse at the desk either.
I somehow find my way out of the hospital, dodging the pitying eyes of the other people who follow me with their eyes as I slowly walk out of the building to my car.