Chapter 5
"Another interesting feature of the asylum was its consultants and
on-call specialists. For example Beverly spent a considerable amount of time
securely strapped into a specially designed chair with her head mechanically
constrained and her mouth propped open by special hinges that were situated at
the back of her mouth. I believe that every tooth in her head had something done
to it. She had root canals, a few extractions, fillings, one or two inlays and
some porcelain jackets installed. Her gums were also scraped, a rather lengthy
procedure that required her to spend many hours in the chair for each session.
All of the work described was done without anesthetic in the interests of saving
time, increasing the pain she experienced and, of course, reducing the overhead
costs of the specialist who performed the work."
"Beverly made so much noise that he dentist and his assistant had to wear
earphones. In fact she shrieked so loudly that she actually lost the use of her
vocal cords for days at a time. The staff never liked these periods since they
used the volume and intensity of her screams to guide them in maximizing the
pain they gave her. In fact, during the last few weeks of her stay, when her
treatments had become most intense and were being performed almost around the
clock, she received treatments to assure that her vocal cords were functioning
properly."
"They scheduled her for so many pain sessions that it became necessary to
reduce and finally eliminate rape as a part of Beverly's punishment regime. In
retrospect this probably only added to her pain, a perfect case to illustrate
that at times less is more. Another reason for the decision to eliminate this
major element in her regimen was the significant decrease in her response to
being raped. That proved to be specious, as it was discovered a few weeks later
that during her rest periods the nurses were doing more than back filling her
bladder and giving her enemas."
"It turned out that there was a dedicated group of nurses that were
devotees of the fine art of female fisting. Most of them worked the night shift.
Poor Beverly became part of their fisting rituals, sort of a live model for
further advancing the fine art of fist fucking the female. Information about
this after hours activity did not reach the staff responsible for Beverly's
therapy because the night supervisor was a dedicated practioner of this art."
"You can imagine the effect of taking hours of steady fisting, sometimes
going so deep that the fists bottomed out inside her swollen lipped cunt.
Bottoming out was considered the goal of every nurse who practiced this kinky
form of sexual expression. Most achieved their goal inside Beverly's loose and
oh so sore birthing tunnel."
"Some of the more advanced members were also avid students of anal fist
fucking. Beverly never did fully enjoy having this done to her, perhaps because
the nurses always lubricated her asshole with oil of wintergreen, a powerful
astringent that tightened her anal passage and made her feel as if her colon was
on fire. Even with her weakened sphincter muscles and well-traveled colon it
took a considerable amount of time to totally accept a fist and even longer to
establish the type of rhythm that produced a good anal orgasm. This set of
fortuitous circumstances was seldom achieved, leading to a considerable amount
of frustration on Beverly's part."
"There was one pain consultant that truly challenged Beverly's desire for
pain. She was Madame Wu Zhaen, an expert on pain centers. She employed the same
tools as those performing acupuncture, but her aim was to cause rather than
relieve pain. She would have Beverly securely strapped down to the operating
table; face up or down, depending on what portion of the body Madame wanted
available to her needles. After the first session with Madame Wu, Beverly became
somewhat ambivalent toward her visits."
"During each session the Madame would concentrate on only one area of
Beverly's body. The area of interest would be held securely within a special
metal frame to allow the needles to be precisely inserted. The Madame claimed
that a deviation of less than a fraction of a millimeter from the target would
reduce the pain level by a factor of one hundred. On her first visit the Madame
spent nearly two hours driving a dozen needles into Beverly's feet. Her blood
curdling screams brought staff members from other wards to witness the amazing
things that Madame Wu Zhaen did to the patient."
"The first needle very slowly penetrated her heel. At first there was no
pain to speak of, then suddenly she was overcome with a burst of agony that
seemed to radiate from the tip of the probing needle and run up the back of her
leg. The Asian lady smiled and began to rock the needle from side to side. The
pain grew even more intense and now it seemed to expand to cover that entire leg
from sole to thigh. Beverly shrieked and began to pound her head against the
cushioned table to which she was strapped."
"The needle moved deeper and Beverly started to chew on her lips and
bite her tongue, so great was her agony. Her eyes bulged, and she literally
began to foam at the mouth. Then with a shudder that ran the length of her
bound, bare body Beverly passed out."
"Those watching this procedure drew a collective breath once the patient
had fainted. They watched the Madame slowly withdraw the needle part way and
then pass a vial under Beverly's nostrils. Within less than a half minute she
was awake and alert, seemingly none the worse for her experience. Suddenly the
needle was thrust home once more and Beverly nearly went mad from the pain. Her
body strained against the straps holding her fast while this terrifying wail
burst from her throat. This time the Asian pulled the needle out completely and
watched as Beverly shuddered and babbled mindlessly in shock."
"For the better part of two hours the Asian torturer drove needles of
varying length and diameter into the feet of Beverly, alternating from one foot
to the other in order to spread the pain. For each area of the imprisoned foot,
be it the top or ball, the arch, the big toe or the ankle, the Madame precisely
changed the depth, angle of penetration and force that she applied to each
separate region of the foot. When she finally announced that the session was
over, Beverly was almost catatonic from the excruciating pain she had suffered."
"Later she confessed to me that she had had the most intense orgasm of
her life when the needle first did its work in the side of her arch. In fact
Madame Wu Zhaen agreed to continue my wife's therapy as a private consultant and
now sees her once a month. I digress once more; please, pardon me. Let me
continue her story."
