The private ward had a new patient, Dr Whites team were buzzing around all, the older mature from the guild volunteers group were assisting the young student nurses but finally the room was prepared for Amanda.
It didn't matter that she was detective inspector, a heavy footed get things done policewoman who had come up the hard way, that was all being stripped away again & now the forty something woman in the bed was nothing more than another patient for Dr White to treat.
The women had lost all sense of time, it could have been 48 hours or just 2 since she was put into bed, the safety rails locked into place & thick leather mittens buckled over her fingers.
Amanda consonantly woke up facing the large TV screen, always buzzing & flashing away, her head was very fuzzy & the migraines seemed to be constantly swirling between her eyes again. As she tried to focus again on the screen, she felt very confused as the images were very blurry & she couldn't read the subtitles scrolling along the bottom of the pictures.
She was sure she had just seen pornography on the screen but it was too confusing to even understand what she thought she had seen or what was happening to her. Images of an older heavy set man kept appearing in her head, someone from her past, someone she had hated & feared, she didn't understand any of this.
The feeding tube was introduced on the second morning, when Amanda was more lucid she struggled & did anything to try & force it from her throat, but it was always pointless & very quickly the dark brown sludge seeped from the metal vat down into her stomach.
She couldn't scream, she couldn't remove the tube, she saw a partial reflection in the screen of herself & her eyes bulged with horror, the substance was very thick & looked disgusting, she could feel it coat the insides of her mouth as it moved slowly South.
The more the liquid pumped into her, the more her body started to feel alive again, the initial fear of the tube gave way to a strange sensation of needing what-ever was being pumped in her. She never wanted that tube to stop, it made her feel so good, she had never experienced such a calming feeling inside her before.
The more she woke up, the more she started to feel her body come round from the drugs, her breasts felt itchy & heavy, her tummy had been cramping since she woke up, and worse was her sex, it seemed to be on fire, a mixture of excitement & a horrid itching was spreading all around her groin.
As she tried to get comfortable, the feeling in her sex was worse, it took her a while, but she realised that she had a tube inserted into her pussy, the tube was also pumping something into her, the tube was very tick & every so often it vibrated & gave her a wave of pleasure that meant she gagged harder on the tube, her moans filled the room.
Amanda's humiliation was watched by older woman, either from the viewing gallery or by assisting the nursing staff, every time someone adjusted the tube in her sex, their was always a crowd of people watching her fight the uninvited orgasm, sometimes older bony fingers pushed the tube in deeper or gave gentle touches to her legs, torso & breasts, stimulating her to the point of screaming out for mercy.
The more she slurped down the brown mixture, the more she felt too relaxed & started to drift off into bliss-full unconsciousness, whatever the treatment was, it was heavenly she became oblivious again to visitors, she was just sucking down on her tubes, moaning & grinding away without a care in the world.
The supervising matron was a horrid fat looking woman, Amanda got to know her fingers, her cigarette breath, the way she constantly stoked the poor patients breasts or constantly tried to make her horny.
Worse than the physical touching was the bitchy verbal put downs & humiliating demeanour that had become a constant part of what ever the treatment was.
Day Three was when the screw was turned to the next level, the poor patient was hungry from her morning feeding, she could feel her belly churn & cramp but still their was a growing need to be fed & worse the need to be touched was growing inside her again.
The male visitor standing in the doorway made her look up & stare at her matron, she tried to move her hands upwards but everything felt so heavy, that she slumped backwards & pushed her head down onto the pillow.
