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ASYLUM TALES
Part Eight
Back in her room, the realization she’s remanded for an indefinite time, she can only wait for the agonizing treatment to be administered to her, the terrifying induced nightmares that seem a reality to continue. She just has to find a way to be strong enough to understand they’re just programmed figments of her imagination when they’re forced on her, to be strong enough to fight it off when it happens. She hasn’t long to wait.
Chapter One
Again the nurse and assistants enter the room making their rounds, another injection in a bare butt cheek, another harsh taste of the thick liquid and she’s left alone on the bed as the door harshly shuts behind them. The incomprehensible realization that she’s been remanded to the asylum indefinitely, the terror of the inevitable drugged hallucinations, even of falling asleep resonates through her tortured mind as she hazily glances toward the ceiling light flickering, casting ominous shadows across the constricting walls. Struggling to block the haziness, the contortions of the room slowly beginning to spin, she reflexively begins to rock back and forth as she curls up into a protective fetal position while trying to avoid the unavoidable, while deep down realizing she can’t.
Eyes squinting, the warmth spreading throughout her body from the syringe’s contents, she realizes that another nightmare’s about to begin as she can’t restrain herself, slowly slumps and rolls across the bed onto her side. Naked, breasts flattening together as she slides her clenched fists down between her pressing thighs, she senses the quietness, the strange sense of utopia flowing through her thoughts, almost a feeling of serenity as her body relaxes, her mind drifting into a blank, peaceful state. A long awaited painless sleep for once, seemingly a reprieve of the constant terrorizing nightmares she’s become accustomed too, and finally the room fades completely to darkness, completely silent, but then again, it’s only temporarily.
Jerking, waking to the bright lights glaring down from the ceiling, her arms, legs spread and cuffed to the four corners of the stainless steel gurney type apparatus, again she struggles to force herself to realize it’s only a dream, no, a drug induced nightmare. The same white smocked attendants circling her, again her body completely naked on her back side, her chest arched painfully upwards, again she’s unprepared for the sadistic pain, the obviously false pain she keeps telling herself in her hellish thoughts as she tries to block her drug induced mind from betraying her again.
Deep breaths, clinching her fists, her eyes momentarily squint, repeatedly blink under the harshness of the luminescent lights glaring down from the sterile white ceiling; her toes curling as her legs tautly stretch apart. Seeing the flashes of light gleaming from the long, harsh needles being raised above her, she can’t help staring wide eyed at the sight of the skewers being directed threateningly toward her quivering breasts, the glistening sharp points aimed toward her pinched, twisted nipples being gripped in the white elastic gloves.
Masked attendants on either side of her, each already gripping a bulging breast, the third and forth attendants with the skewers standing threateningly beside them, she feels the crisp pain of one of the gleaming needles being slowly pricked against the side of her left nipple as that breast is lifted further upwards from her arching torso. Oh God nooooo, her mind shouts inside her head, the pain seeming so real, the sharp tip scrapping across her flattened areola as it probes against the thick nub sending a painful ripple though her chest without yet pricking the tugged flesh.
Feeling a quick, forceful poke, the point sinking into her tit flesh, she grunts. “Oomph!” Groaning through the harsh rubber ‘O’ ring stretching at her yawning lips, struggling to block what she tells herself is the imagined impalement of her aching breast, closing her eyes, forcing her mind to somehow block out the obvious nightmare, the sharp pain still seems overwhelming. Feeling her nipple stretching, the tip of razor sharp steel piercing, plopping inward, her body reflexively arches upwards, her butt cheeks vibrating across the hardened flat steel, the nightmarish pain unbearable as the needle is slid through, the tip poking at the inner side of the contorting nub until finally puncturing the elastic flesh. Head shaking back and forth, feeling the sensation of the warmth of her blood tracing down off her pulsing breast she continues to force herself to realize it’s only a dream, it’s not real, only a dream.
Feeling the other nipple still being pinched, then tugged in turn upwards by clenching fingers, another agonizingly slow penetration of the pointed tip of harsh steel through that tortured flesh and she screams through the ‘O’ ring again. “Aaaaggghhh!” Spittle spraying across her naked chest, the sensation of another warm trace of blood tricking down the side of that breast, again she repeats over and over in her tormented mind, it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream!
Heart pounding, the pain searing with each pulse, her swelling eyelids spreading apart, glaring blurry eyed toward her tortured breasts she sees the huge skewers impaling both nipples, the chrome gleaming with blood, pointing in opposite directions as their ends clink against one another on her heaving chest. The hideously thick needles twitching across her flattened areolas with her gasping breaths, she twists her head side to side, pounds it back against the harsh metal surface as her fingernails scrap, dig into her raw palms. The torment seemingly so painfully real, realizing that its not, it can’t be, the rhythmic sound of her skull banging against metal resonates inside her head as she arches, bows her naked body, tries to somehow force herself to wake up as her wrists, ankles chaff in the leather straps.
The attendants stepping downward just a couple feet on either side of the gurney, she feels her already taut legs spreading further apart by gloved hands gripping her trembling knees. Raising her head upward, glaring down between her pulsing breasts, seeing another gleaming skewer being directed between her thighs, she shakes her head violently back and forth as she feels fingers gripping the nub of her clit, stretching it outward, twisting and tugging until the harsh steel tip’s scrapped sadistically across that sensitive flesh. Fists clenching, toes curling as she takes a deep breath as the sharp pain jolts between her thighs, the sensation of the needle sliding into, through the center of her ravaged clit. Gagging on her saliva as she gasps for air, again she jerks her head backwards to pound against the hard steel surface from the unimaginable pain. “Aaaaaggghhhh!”
Head twisting side to side, body trembling, perspiration beading, streaking across her naked flesh, she feels the warmth of her blood tracing down between her butt cheeks, the inner sides of her bare thighs. Fists still clenched, fingernails digging into her raw palms, the mouth gag distorting as her teeth chew, burrow into the hard rubber ring, she feels the wetness beneath her as her sweat, her blood clings between her damp flesh, the hard flat surface of the reverberating table. Squinting her eyes shut, grunting with each breathe, heart pounding as her body arches, twists across the shaking table, the damp leather cuffs seem to tighten on her wrists, her ankles, her mind betraying her even as she knows its just a nightmare, the torture’s not really happening.
The room brightening, her eyes opening, she sees the attendants have stepped back allowing the ceiling lights to shine freely across her abused body as the white clothed nurse positions herself toward the center of the gurney, a small bucket and sponge in hand. Watching her dark, piecing eyes, a silhouette of a sadistic smile present beneath the tightly fitting white face mask, she feels the initial drops of the warm soapy liquid dripping from the soaked sponge across her bare chest. The sponge harsh, almost stiff and bristled, she feels the searing pain across her bleeding nipples being rubbed raw as the nurse scrubs back and forth.
“Oomph!.... Aggghhhh!.... Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhh!” An initial grunt, then a partial groan’s followed by a hideous scream emitting from the ’O’ ring as the hot soapy solution splashes across, then drenches the fresh impalements of her thrust out breasts. Body bucking, contorting on the flat slab, the crimson mixture splashing across the metal surface, onto the floor, the excruciating pain’s overwhelming as her punctured nipples sear with the sensations of hot pokers ramming through their engorged nubs.
Practically incoherent from the scolding pain wracking her flailing breasts, she can still sense the warm sensation of the soaked sponge dripping a trail its contents down across her ribcage, past her hollowing stomach. Her tensing abs rippling in waves while her jerking hips arch upwards, her thighs quiver, unable to be pressed together from the leather restraints as the solution flows, dripping across her belly button, across her pubic mound. Somehow finding the strength to jerk her head back upwards as she glares toward the bottom of the gurney, she frantically watches the trailing drips of soapy water with the realization of where it’s tracing toward. Arms stretching, fists clenching, its painfully obvious to her even before the bulk of the sponge’s remaining contents are squeezed out, splashed across the third skewer that the sponge is again to be used as a scrub brush.
“Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!”
That searing pain ravaging, urine spurts from between her tautly stretching thighs, mixes with the soapy solution along with the traces of fresh blood as she hoarsely screams through the ‘O’ ring, echoing off the walls with each stroke of the crisp sponge. “Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!... Aaaagggghhhhh!!!... Aaaagggghhhh!!!”
Nightmare or not, the sensation of the pain’s unrelenting, unbearable as her eyes roll up in her head, her naked body thrashing in spasms across the creaking gurney drenched with fluids dripping down off its beveled rails, pooling across the floor. Gasping for breath, struggling to awake from this nightmare she feels her breasts pressured, twisted as one of the skewer’s rammed completely through followed immediately by something of an even thicker circumference, round and hard, also shoved in and through. Glaring toward the pulsing pain, the sight of a thick silver ‘O’ ring being forced into the stretching slit in the nub of her bleeding nipple, she bucks, grunts as her other breast is manipulated, receiving the same treatment.
Both rings flattening across her spread areolas, feeling her knees pressed apart in the grips of the attendant’s hands, the harsh treatment continues between her legs as her impaled clit’s stretched upwards, the skewer slid through, another ring unmercifully mounted in that bleeding wound. Even more painful as the initial impalements, the rings tug at the sensitive, abused flesh as her body twitches, falls backwards across the steel slab as fresh trickles of blood ooze across her bare flesh. Again all but one of the attendants stepping back, she sees a different sponge in the remaining one’s hand being soaked, drenched with the clear liquid of a transparent plastic bottle.
Instinctively realizing what’s about to happen, trying to convince herself it’s just an illusion, seeing the bottle raised, the contents splashing toward her, she strains, twists as the two hundred proof alcoholic solution splashes across her bare flesh. “Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” The initially cold liquid drenching her skin, soaking into the open wounds of her nipples and clit, she screams again, and again, the illusion unmercifully painful as the coldness instantly turns to a searing liquid coating of fire. “Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!” The sponge sadistically sopped across her breasts, between her thighs, the scorching pain tears through her naked, bucking body as she gasps for breathe, pounds her head repeatedly across the steel gurney. “Aaaggghhh!... Aaaggghhh!!” The lights flashing across her eyes, the room spinning, swirling, she gags, chokes on her saliva mixing with the bitter taste of the reeking alcohol as the unbearable pain overwhelms her, the room going dark, the longed for unconsciousness just a brief reprieve.
Seconds, minutes, even longer passing, finally jerking awake, she blinks, sees the shadowed ceiling of her own room. Glancing down across the white bed sheets, she realizes she’s alone again, her latest nightmare finally over. Slowly sliding higher up onto the mattress, the back of her head higher on the fluffy damp pillows, she feels the aching of her breasts, again that sickening remembrance of the nightmare of the most sensitive, tender flesh of her naked body being impaled, soaked and sponged with alcohol. Reaching over, flipping on the light, sitting slowly upright onto the edge of the bed the residual pain resonates between her thighs as with all the other nightmares.
Glancing toward her reflection in the dresser mirror across the room, the white sheet still ruffled across her folded arm covering her chest, she drops her arm, the crinkled bed sheet falling across her lap. Eyes widening, heart pounding, the gleaming ‘O’ rings glisten from her aching nipples as her reddened, almost raw breasts stand out. Spreading, jerking her legs apart across the mattress, her eyes dart downward as one hand rips the sheet off her bare thighs, the fingers of her other hand frantically spreading the chaffed folds of her labium aside as the gleam of the third clit ring flashes in her tearing eyes. “Aaagggghhhh!!... Aaaggghhhh!!... Aaaggghhh!!!”
End Part Eight
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