Trapped in an Insane Asylum 2

Description

Keeping young ladies prisoner in a fake insane asylum can be a profitable business.  Dr Bradford and his son James did that for a number of years until a natural catastrophe shut them down.  James retreated deep into Mexico and established a new “asylum” and began taking in “patients,” all beautiful, young and sexy.  Needless to say, the inmates were often abused sexually as well as being victims of the staff’s sadistic lusts.  But an outside force is working to put an end to this nest of evil and torture.

A typical John Savage book, filled with extreme restraints, sexual abuse and vicious punishments.

No. words: 39,000

Sandra watched Miguel shut the door behind him, then turned to Dr Bradford.  “Please understand,” she began, “that I am not insane.”

“Of course, you’re not,” was his casual reply.

“What?  You know that?”  When Bradford did not answer, she frowned.  But it wasn’t more than a few seconds before her mouth fell open.  “You’re in with my stepfather!” she said heatedly.  “This whole place is a set-up to get rid of unwanted people.”

“You are very perceptive.  Only I expected you to realize that from the beginning.  Odd wasn’t it that you were committed to an asylum only a few weeks before you came into a large inheritance?”

Casting a dirty look at him, she said, sarcastically, “I had hoped that you were legitimate and would help me.”

He smiled at her.  “You can forget that.  Your stay at this mental hospital will be quite long.  Well, so long as your stepfather continues to pay your fees.”

“And if \he should stop?”

He laughed.  “In that case, we will keep you as a charity case.  Until we tire of you, then we have ways of getting rid of patients no longer wanted.”  His smile faded away as he told her that chilling news.   

Sandra swallowed hard and felt a cold lump forming in her stomach.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Very.”

She looked to the close door as if pondering a dash for freedom.  Taking a deep breath, she tried to appear calm and rational.  “Listen.  If you help me get back to the US so I can claim my inheritance, I can pay you far more than whatever that bastard is.  And I won’t say anything about your part in this totally illegal scheme.”

Glancing down at her bare legs, the smile returned to his face.  “You are very nice looking.  I’ll bet all the men in your life find you very attractive.  And sexy.  No?”

Her eyes turned down and would not meet his.  This was heading in a direction she did not want.

“I can give you a lot of money,” she repeated.  “Just help me.  I come into my inheritance in three months.”

Bradford rose from the sofa and went to a small bar.  Pouring himself a whiskey, he turned back to the frightened young woman.  “I have enough money,” he told her.  “That is not my only desire in running this place.  You know the name of this place, don’t you?  Institute for the Sexually Demented.  That means we take in those who have sexual problems and help them to overcome those problems.  At least that’s the official purpose.”  He paused to take a sip before going on.  “I have dedicated my life to helping unfortunate young woman adjust their sexual life to a more proper mode.  So many women do not understand their true role in any sexual partnership.  A woman is inferior to a man.  That is a biological truth.  Undeniable.”

Another pause for a sip.  “One of the main purposes of ISD is to train women to understand their proper role and accept their status.  Our society had messed up their minds with illogical thoughts of equality.”

“Bull shit!” she spat at him.  “That’s pure crap!  It’s just an excuse for you to do whatever you want to helpless women.”

“As I said, you are very perceptive, Miss MacDonald.”

For a long time they stared at each other.  Sandra with anger in her eyes, and Bradford with an amused smile.  Finally, he broke the silence.

“I am glad to see that we understand each other.  So we can now eliminate the chit-chat and get down to the more important things.”

He put the glass down.  “You will kneel down before me and suck my prick.  In other words, a blowjob.”

Sandra backed up until her back was against the door.  “No fucking way!” she nearly screamed.

He smiled.  “I like girls with spirit.  It’s almost a shame when they are broken of it, like a wild horse taught to obey its rider.”

With a panicky look on her face, Sandra turned and tried to get her hand on the doorknob.  Being restrained in the straitjacket made that impossible.

Bradford only stood there, waiting of her to cease her useless efforts.

Stepping up to her, he suddenly slapped her face.  Uttering a startled cry, she jerked her head away.

“It will be a pleasure to train you,” he told her, quite calmly as if discussing the weather.  “That will start tonight.  It will take a long time, but that is okay with me.  I enjoy training women to obey.”

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.  “Come on into my bedroom.  There’s something I want you to see there.”

Compelled by the grip on her hair, she stumbled after him.  In the bedroom, she came to a stop when she saw the king sized bed awaiting there.

“Surely you’re not a virgin,” he said.  “Not a girl as pretty as you.”

She expected to be thrown on the bed and raped.  Instead he pointed to one semi-dark corner.  Her eyes followed his finger.

In the corner was a chair.  It was one of the all metal chairs.  In it was sitting a woman.  She was naked and bounded tightly to the chair with a great deal of very tightly applied ropes.  Her arms were behind the chair, her legs together and pulled back under the chair.  A rope connecting her ankles and wrists was pulled very tightly and kept her feet from touching the floor.  Additional ropes around the chair held her body immobile.  Her large breasts were noosed with rope so tightly that they resembled over inflated balloons and were a darker shade compared to her other flesh.  Attached to each nipple was a wooden clothespin.

She was also gagged.  A great deal of duct tape was wrapped around her lower head, completely covering her mouth.

Sandra gazed at the bound woman in disbelief.

“This is Melinda,” Bradford told her.  “Oddly enough, she is not one of the paid patients.  I found her in a village and asked if she would like a job in the ISD.  Coming from a poor family, she was eager for employment and accepted.  At first I had her working in the kitchen, but when I found out that she had no family, I decided to make her a patient instead.  Her job is to be a practice dummy for me to test new punishments.  Of course, being a test dummy can be rather painful, so I have to keep her in constant restraints or she would run away.  Another advantage of that is that I no longer have to pay her.”  He chuckled at that.

Melinda had the dusky skin so typical of the natives, long black hair and dark eyes.  Rather pretty actually.

“Why is she here?” Sandra asked.

“Just to watch.  I sometimes like to have an audience.  Besides, it’s a form of punishment for her.  When she started working here, I found she was quite sexually active.  Hell, she seduced all the males within the first week.  She is what is called a nymphomaniac in this profession.  She craves sex constantly.  I find it amusing to deny her that which she wants so badly.”

He was removing his shirt as he spoke.  “Isn’t that right, Melinda?” he said a little more loudly.  “You would really like to be fucked right now, no?”

Turning to Sandra, “Look!  You can see it in her eyes.  That eager look.  That longing.  See how she strains at the ropes, wanting to get at this.”

This was his prick, now freed as he lowered his slacks.  It stood out firmly and ready.  Not of championship size but adequate for most females.

“Look how she can’t take her eyes off it.  You want it, don’t you?”

Melinda shook her whole body against the ropes and whined through her nose.

“You’re disgusting,” Sandra said.  “You want to fuck a woman, why not her?  She wants it.  I don’t.”

“Ah, that may be true but it will be more fun for me to shove this into your cunt.”

Finally, after having made his point about having a frustrated audience, he took Sandra by the shoulders and easily tossed her on the bed.  She bounced once then squealed and tried to crawl off the bed.

Bradford was on her before she could escape.  His hand clutched her hips as he forced her legs apart.  She fought but with no hands she could do nothing against his male strength.  With surprising ease he wiggled forward until his prick was entering her cunt.  It found the tunnel moist and hot, ready for its arrival.  Almost eagerly, one would think, so easily did it slide deep within.

The next few minutes were pretty much a standard session of intercourse. He pumped away eagerly and she wiggled and fought against the leather straitjacket.  Neither of them noticed the woman tied to the chair who was straining against the ropes and making pitiful noises of frustration.

When it was over, Bradford casually wiped up the mess with a towel, then guided the weeping Sandra out of his bedroom and down to the basement where he locked her in a cell.  He left the straitjacket on.  When he shut and locked the door, she was curled up in a corner, weeping softly.

Back in his bedroom, he approached Melinda who was still bound there.  Without warning, he slapped her ballooned breasts, half a dozen times each.  She cried loudly through the gag and shaking her head.  But she was used to being denied the sex she so badly wanted and then being hurt.  It was sort of adding insult to injury.  She was used to it.  Hated it, but used to it.