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Under Evaluation
Lila Powell screamed, her face turning scarlet with the effort.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I’LL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUTTA HERE! MOTHERFUCKERZZZZ!”
Lila lapsed into a fit of sobs, repeating the profanity over and over. She tugged at the tanned leather hospital restraints that held her to the bed. Her petite frame was no match for the cuffs that held her wrists and ankles to the side rail of the bed, nor the straps holding her down at shoulders, stomach and knees. An IV bottle hung nearby, replenishing nutrients. The lawyer had been told that she’d refused to eat.
The court appointed attorney winced at the display of rage he was witnessing on the other side of the mirrored glass. This was not the same confident, yet scared young woman he’d first met.
He’d been assigned Lila’s case through the Public Defender’s pool. He had thought that, for once, the case would be a simple one. A young woman from out of town, mistakenly picked up on charges of soliciting. The interview had gone smoothly, Lila explaining that she was just passing through on her way to the coast. She was hoping to get a job in
Atlantic City as a cocktail waitress or card dealer. Lord knew, thought the lawyer, she sure had the body for it.
Her light brown hair had had a naturally soft wave, falling down to her shoulders. The attorney had noticed immediately upon entering the observation cubicle, that it was now shorn short, in a boyish style cut. He’d been told that it was for safety and sanitation purposes. Not to worry, she’d be free to grow it any length she wished, once the determination had been made that she was no longer a threat to herself or others.
Never flattering, a hospital gown rolled over the swell of her bust. Her slender waist and full hips were a little harder to make out under the lightweight cotton, but didn’t obliterate her figure entirely. The hem of the gown ended at her knees, revealing her firm calves and delicate feet.
Her face was just as pretty as when he’d first seen her, even with her make-up removed. Her Blue/Green eyes were currently somewhat dulled, but still striking. High cheekbones straddled a long, elegant nose on a slightly oval face. Her lips were full, but not cosmetically so. Her chin was strong, almost to the point of being square. The attorney had entertained thoughts of asking her out to dinner, after the hearing was over.
Ah, the hearing. What a clusterfuck that had been. She’d been ushered in, wearing the mandatory orange jumpsuit, complete with wrist and ankle manacles. After being seated, he had smiled reassuringly at her and she’d returned the gesture. Then, whilst waiting for her case to come before the judge, the young lady had simply gone bezerk. It had taken three bailiffs to carry her out of the courtroom. The judge had immediately ordered a 72 hour psychiatric evaluation.
This was Lila’s third day in Byberry State Mental Hospital, just outside of Philadelphia. And it was quite apparent that her condition hadn’t improved at all. The attorney let out a sigh.
“What a shame.” He said, turning to the attending physician who’d accompanied him. “She’d seemed like such a nice, levelheaded girl.”
“Yes,” replied Dr. Rayne Attenburg, “Schizophrenia is like that sometimes. The stress of the trial probably triggered an extraordinarily intense episode.”
“She does have her lucid periods,” the doctor continued, “but the treatment has only just begun. I’m afraid we’re talking months, if not years of therapy, before she learns to manage her condition.”
The attorney turned, having to look up, at the tall lab-coated physician standing next to him. “Stunning”, barely scratched the surface of the doctor’s beauty. Obviously of Aryan or Nordic descent, the woman could have easily graced the cover of any fashion magazine. Yet still, there was something about her that made the lawyer uncomfortable.
Her ice blue eyes seemed to look upon everything with a gaze of contempt. Her blonde, practically white, hair was pulled into a severe bun. And her mannerisms, left the public defender thinking that she would have easily fit in, goose-stepping through the halls of Berchtesgaden.
“Definitely not your ‘warm bedside manner’ type.” He’d thought.
“Well,” he said clearing his throat, “I’ll give the judge my recommendation that she be 401’d to the hospital’s care for treatment. Hopefully, with your professional attention, she can go on to live a normal life.”
“And I can still try for that dinner date.” He thought.
“Not to worry,” replied the doctor coolly, “we have proven methods that will insure Miss Powell behaves as a young woman should.”
The attorney smiled in a mechanical fashion at the way the doctor had phrased her last statement. But he thought no more of it, eager to get out of this depressing place and into a chilled martini. He bid his farewells, insisting he find his own way out. Dr. Attenburg followed him long enough to make sure he didn’t wander anywhere he shouldn’t, then returned to Lila’s room. On her way, she was joined by Carl, who was the chief orderly (amongst other titles).
“No problems then, ma’am?” Carl asked. He knew there wouldn’t be, they’d done this before.
“No,” Rayne replied, removing the IV from Lila’s arm, “the little slut played her part beautifully. Then again, this “cocktail” we gave her didn’t leave her much choice. You may satisfy yourself before returning her to her cell.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Carl replied with a sinister grin.
Believing ‘foreplay’ belonged on the golf course, Carl grabbed the neck of the hospital gown and ripped it off the patient’s body. The attorney would have been shocked to see that Lila was naked underneath. Well, perhaps not by the nudity, but certainly by the road map of livid, scarlet lines marring her smooth skin.
They were everywhere the gown had covered, from collarbone to knees. The densest concentration were at her breasts, pelvis and inner thighs. Lila’s skin was not broken, nor the wounds excessively puffy, testament to the skill in which the lashes had been administered. Yet still, each strike of the switch had been excruciating.
With the IV removed, the drugs she’d been given metabolized rapidly. Lila’s eyes began to clear, just as Carl dropped his surgical scrubs and climbed up on the gurney.
“No!” She whispered weakly, when she saw his pulsing erection.
“NO!” She cried once more, gaining her strength.
Carl reached down to a canvas bag hanging from the side of the bed. He pulled out a tanned leather object. Holding it in his right hand, he used his left to cover Lila’s mouth and pinch her nose shut. The beauty bucked and squirmed against the restraints, her oxygen suddenly cut off. After only a few seconds, she was forced to open her mouth, in an effort to suck in some of the air which leaked around his palm. With practiced ease, Carl shifted his hand, quickly pressing his thumb and forefinger into the girl’s cheeks.
With the flesh of her cheeks between her teeth, Lila was unable to bite down. Not the least bit concerned for the patient’s comfort, Carl jammed the bulbous portion attached to the inside of the leather object, against Lila’s teeth. The firm inner core of the protrusion, pried her mouth open and burrowed inside.
Carl’s palm pushed the wide leather gag panel against Lila’s face. Designed to accommodate a wearer’s open mouth, the oversized restraint cupped her chin and pressed up alarmingly against her nostrils. Stitched between the outer leather layer and the inner neoprene one, was an inch of high density foam rubber. Grasping the rubber bulb dangling from the front of the gag, the orderly rapidly inflated the bladder inside. Just as Lila was regaining her ability for sentient speech, it was robbed from her.
The bladder stretched her jaws until they shrieked, and tickled the back of her throat. The girl gave up her protests and focused on trying not to retch. Carl released the bulb, not bothering with the straps that would pass behind and over the top of her head. The gag wasn’t going anywhere and he’d have plenty of time to secure it later. Right now, he had more important things to take care of.
Unbuckling the strap across her knees, he easily countered Lila’s feeble struggles to close her legs. Wedging his own knees between hers, he muscled the limbs further apart. Leaning forward, he looked hungrily into the poor Miss Powell’s eyes.
Lining himself up, he thrust forward mercilessly. Lila howled at the assault, her dry sheath unprepared. As Carl continued to rut, her body’s natural defenses secreted lubricant to spare the delicate flesh. It did nothing however, to soothe the trauma of the rape. The brown haired beauty screwed her eyes shut, tears of anguish spilling down her face.
Unconcerned about style points. Carl finished rapidly, his final thrust pressing the woman into the gurney’s padding. She felt his seed explode inside her, scalding her with revulsion. Before dismounting, the orderly attended to the proper fitting of the gag.
He grasped her short hair, pulling Lila’s head off the thin pillow. Feeding the main strap through the buckle, he jerked on it three times before securing it. It crushed the girl’s head and face relentlessly. The other strap was an inverted “Y”, starting at her cheeks, then merging as one between her eyes. From there, it passed over the crown of her head and buckled in back. It too, burned her scalp with a vice-like squeeze. From his shirt pocket, Carl produced a brass padlock. He showed it to his victim, before snapping it in place at the nape of her neck. The gag would not come off, no matter how she clawed at it. Were she able to.
Flashing the helpless woman a cruel grin, the orderly reached into the canvas sack once more. When he showed her the straps dangling from his hand, Lila’s eyes grew wide. Not from the straps themselves, but from the obviously phallic shaped appendage attached to them. Somehow managing to keep his semi-rigid member inside her, Carl fitted the waist belt in place. By the time he was done tightening, the 1” black leather strap, it all but disappeared into the flesh around her torso.
Finally, he withdrew, only to align the magenta colored probe. 8” long and almost 2” in diameter, it would have been a difficult task to insert voluntarily. Carl was only too happy to assist his “volunteer”. Using the heel of his hand once again, he thrust the dildo into the girl’s slick folds. Lila felt certain it was going to split her in to. Her muted screams seemed only to egg him on. By the time the crotch strap cleaved her labia, the brunette was certain that her head was going to explode.
After slipping the crotch strap through the buckle at her navel, the orderly secured it snugly and climbed off the gurney. Lila alternated desperately between trying to squeeze the invader out and relaxing to ease the bloating. Equally disconcerting, was the barbed discomfort assaulting her ass crack, anus, labia and clitoris. Her brief examination of the harness, had not allowed her to see the hundreds of hard rubber spikes, lining the inside of the strap.
Producing a pair of short leather belts, Carl used them to secure Lila’s knees wide apart to the rails of the gurney. Then, unbelievably, he turned his attention back to the crotch strap. Using both hands, he somehow managed to coax three more notches out of the band cleaving her sex. Lila’s voice caught in her throat, her sex feeling like it was straddling a wire cheese slicer. Part of her brain registered the act of the orderly inserting another padlock through the union of the straps.
Her imploring eyes disappeared behind an ordinary, elastic sleep mask. Despite its simplicity, it nonetheless rendered her completely blind. Carl reached down between Lila’s legs and rotated the ribbed knob jutting from the crotch strap. Barely audible, the dildo began purring inside the helpless girl.
Pulling on his pants, the orderly removed the brakes from the gurney, and wheeled his charge out of the room. He had no worry of being discovered (though Lila did not know this), for they were in a restricted section of the hospital. This allowed the “patient”, an erroneous hope that rescue might be at hand. Crushing that hope, would be an integral part of her re-education. Besides which, the elevator leading to the exclusive levels was just across the hall.
Carl wheeled his charge inside and pressed the button for the lowest level. Rather than Muzak, interior of the tiny steel box was filled with the sound of a powerless woman’s sobs.
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