ASYLUM TALES

ASYLUM TALES

Part Two… The runaway

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!”

Chapter Two     

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Part 2