Message-ID: <32972asstr$1003270207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: orestes007@hotmail.com (Orestes) X-Original-Message-ID: <e4809ebd.0110161042.2f8f98af@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 16 Oct 2001 18:42:59 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 16 Oct 2001 11:42:58 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Restraint (MC-drugs NC MF mF warning) by Orestes Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2001 18:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/32972> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Restraint By Orestes orestes007@hotmail.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes *** This work is copyright (c) 2001 by Orestes. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as all author related information and this paragraph remain on the copies. I don't mind if you send it along to a friend, repost it to an appropriate newsgroup, or post it to your adult-oriented web site, so long as you don't charge money for any of these activities. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *** antipsychotic neuroleptic antidepressant antiparkinsonian haldol I got to get my head together there's not much time - thankyou thankyou thankyou for taking me away from him. Jesus I can't even think strait I'm so excited. Look at how my hand is shaking god I hope you can read this. STAFFORD has given me some paper and a pen. Finally!!! The other nurses couldn't understand my talking and if you hadn't have said that "no drugs" I'm sure they would've put me under chemical restraint and everything would be lost again. They tied me to my bed instead - it's funny how a little strap can hold me down so easily just a little strap and buckle and they can ignore me again. And I was feeling so out of control that I'm sure I wasn't making any sense but it's always like that when the neuroleptic drug begins to lift off of my brain and I can start thinking again it's like everything I've been feeling and thinking has been bottled up and I can't decide what to let loose first. Jesus what a mess. And I used to be a teacher too but now I can't even make myself look at what I'm writing to see if any of it makes sence. I can't even stop myself I'm going too fast. I don't deserve this even though it was me who fell in love with a student -- but not the way anybody would think. I don't blame Kelly at all I still love her even though its caused so much trouble in my life. I fell in love with a little girl and she fell in love with me and that was why I even let my guard down and thought that maybe I could love Eric too. She didn't have a mother and she wanted so badly to be a little girl. I'm telling you all of this to try to make you understand after all of the horrible things he said about me - even though he's the one who should be locked away. I'm getting the shakes again and theyre really bad this time. This happens more and more often and I think that Eric gives me too many pills and when it starts to wear off I get these painful tremors and then he gives me another drug - antiparkinsonian he says - and the shakes go away. But I won't get those drugs here because you said "no drugs" and I'm happy about it even if it is making me look bad to the staff here. STAFFORD is watching me try to write like he has all night and I'm sure he just thinks I'm as bad off as anyone else in this place but he's humouring me by letting me try to write. I don't know if it's his first name or last name I just see it on his name tag and I hope he doesn't get caught for letting my hands out of restraints and gets in trouble. FUCK sorry I'm off topic I've got to write down the details so that you'll know how he did this to me and that I don't need him to take over my power of attorney and take care of me for the rest of my life on my disability insurance. It was foolish foolish foolish to let him meet my friends and family and to give them all the idea that he was a serious relationship even though I knew I didn't want to be with him. I only went to see him because I wanted to talk to him about the way that Kelly was relating to the other girls at school. Phil Bentsen knows about this because I talked to him and he was the school counsellor who told me that she was AT RISK because of her broken home and hadn't paid attention in her previous years class either and seemed to only make friends with younger girls. And you can ask him if you want. I was really worried about her. She didn't like music or boys or anything that the other girls were interested in. Kelly always wanted to play with girls in the lower grades, and dressed a lot younger in a CUTE sort of way that made her not fit in. And I knew that it must be something at home, and so I went to see him. Eric raised her in such an adult world. I cried that night when I went home. Kelly just sat there looking really upset that I was seeing everything - the alcohol and drugs and pornography that Eric shared with his friends at the trailer court. And he was still a young guy himself but he liked to live this lifestyle and worked a job that (I found out later) was below his intelligence level with easy women and other indulgences at night. She didn't belong here or at least was trying her very best not to. And not to be unnaturally mature like the other dirty little kids who were raised here. Of course he didn't take me seriously at all and what I found out later was that he was the son of a doctor and had chosen to live like this instead of living under the pressure of his parents, but nonetheless looked down on everything and everyone as stupid in comparison to his potential. Even me as a school teacher, he thought was a job for overpaid baby sitters and people who couldn't find other jobs. But he didn't tell me all of this right away. He sort of played a part that made me think he was just a guy who had let everything fall apart and wasn't able to provide the home that his daughter needed. And maybe if I was just strong enough to help him out he could really be better than this. Even though he had a twelve year old daughter, he was still a couple of years younger than me, and I guess I let myself buy the image of the unprepared father who just couldn't pull it together. It was IMPORTANT he said to meet my friends and family and for everyone to know that we were together even though he constantly embarrassed me and I could already tell that he was hitting on other girls. But I guess I'm pretty attractive compared to the kind of low-class girl he was accustomed to doing his THING with from around the trailer court. And so he was happy at first with our sex life even though I wasn't really into the things he was into. More than anything I wanted a family wich is what Kelly wanted too and I was mostly just happy when I could spend time with her and braid her hair and she liked to sleep with me too, so I slept in her bed with her and even helped her with her bathing and dressing in the morning. She always wanted to be babied and I was beginning to know that this was the same problem she was having at school. Kelly wanted to be allowed to be a little girl, like she had never been given the chance to be around Eric and all of his trashy friends who always wanted her to play the part of an adult with alcohol and drugs and god knows what else. But she was smarter than that, and I love her for it, and she just wanted to take two steps backwards and be a little immature... and I was willing to help her out with that. But family wasn't very important to Eric. When I was around he wanted to have sex in ways that even if I enjoyed them always made me feel dirty. It was my price for being a part of his daughters life and I'm sure she knew I was paying it because she could hear me crying out from his bedroom and always gave me a big hug afterwards when I went into her bed. Sometimes he wanted it really rough and he would talk dirty to me about all of the things he wanted to do with me, and even if I did manage to get INTO it, he would get mad at me afterwards because I didn't want to take it to the next step. A lot of the time, though, he just wanted me to shut up and stay still while he watched his pornographic films and imagined himself into the action and just used my body as a source of warm tight holes and tits to help him to play out his fantasies, and if I had an orgasm every once in a while it made no difference to him. When other teachers and my girl friends and my sister met him, I was embarrassed by the way he treated me and it always seemed to me that everyone just KNEW that he was treating me like his personal little masturbation aid and that I was STUPID, STUPID, STUPID for moving in with him and for letting him influence the way I dressed and letting him drive my car and for everything else I was giving up. But they didn't understand about Kelly, and how much I wanted to make her life so much better than what she was getting. I wanted to leave, and I think I would have eventually. Eric knew it. Kelly did too. That's when I had my accident but it wasn't an accident at all. I'm sure of it, even though I don't remember anything. I just went to bed one night and I remember the police at the accident scene and the way that Eric was there and told the cops that he would take me to the doctor right away. But Doctor BURKE is not a real doctor. I mean he might have a medical degree but he hasn't be practising medicine at all and he makes money from a lucrative practice in the poor part of town going through patients as quickly as he can. He's the kind of doctor youd see a news magazine report on because he would order false tests or find some way to defraud the insurance companies to make a little more money. All of the teachers know about him because any student who missed time could get a doctor's note even if we knew they weren't sick but that's the way he does things - missing school, want a few days off of work, okay - fifty bucks and he'll give a signature. And I'm sure he was more than willing to bill my insurance company for tests that were never done because Eric told him what diagnosis to give. I don't remember all of that. I didn't even see much of it until I was in court with you and he was showing all of the police reports and medical reports and that horrible video... oh god, I can't believe he showed you that video. I'll give you Valium at first Eric said, to keep you in bed until the good stuff arrives. I didn't fight it because I was really feeling sore from my injuries, and it eased the pain and made it easy to sleep. Kelly took good care of me but I could tell that she was crying a lot, and I didn't really understand because I could see that my injuries weren't really that bad. But she really cared about me I know it and I'm sure she already knew what her daddy was going to do to me. The next day when he gave me my pills there was an odd sort of urgency in him like he was really anxious for me to go back to sleep and he stood over me while I swallowed down my pills and then sat at my bedside while the horror of their effects crept up on me. These aren't like the petty tranquilizers they give rich women who get bored he told me, he said their much stronger then that and I could already feel it. He laughed. In the NUT HOUSE they call these chemical restraints sometimes and you'll soon know why he said and then I had trouble understanding him because he would watch me for a while and then tell me a little more but I could feel something happening to the way I was thinking. N E U R O L E P T I C - I kept trying to spell the word in my head even though I knew that I was getting dull but I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't totally brain dead. He told me that the drugs were neuroleptic and I didn't know what he meant at first but he explained it to me. I think he really wanted me to understand what they were doing to me and he got a kick out of it. NEUROLEPTIC like they give to people with major mental disorders just to keep them quiet and passive in the mental wards but the irony of it is that a lot of them don't really seem too crazy until they get the drugs. They change you. It's all chemical, Eric told me. He said that it changes the way that your brains chemical receptors work, and it really sounded like hed done his research. He got a kick out of telling me all of this while I felt it all happening to me. I guess I lost track of time in that first couple of days while he gave me pills and tried out different dosages on me to see what would make me look the most like I had a severe brain injury which is the same story he told you in the court room. I would just get little moments when I would understand what he was saying and it was all so HORRIBLE that I tried to cry but I couldn't find the emotion at the moment. And once he had the right dosages of drugs I know he controlled me completely and he knew just the right amount to keep me STILL because that was what he really liked when he had sex with me. He wanted me there as just a limp passive body for him to fuck and fill with cum and to fuck my tits and whatever else happened in the video he was watching. I knew it was happening but most of the time I was mostly indifferent to it because he did it when the drugs were at their strongest and I wasn't able to string two thoughts together and now I knew why they called them CHEMICAL RESTRAINTS because I couldn't even form the intent to move. Kelly was my angel. When ERIC was done with fucking me he would let her take care of me and bath me and feed me and dress me. And I wasn't able to help her much with my feeding and most of the time I just wasn't interested so she fed me BABY FOOD because her dad didn't show her how to make anything else that I could eat and that's when I was most embarrassed because I would be drooling and I would have baby food on my face and Kelly was so patient with me and cleaned me up and dressed me in whatever clothes she thought were the nicest. I think for her that it was a little like playing with a doll but I could tell that she really loved me because she would sing to me and cuddle up for a nap on my bed. When we were alone together I felt much better but I always knew that HE would come back with more drugs later and I never knew if her would get the same drugs or something with more side effects because he was buying them on the streets (with MY MONEY) and he couldn't always get the same drugs twice. I was scared and sometimes when the drugs weren't keeping me fully STUPID I tried to talk to Kelly about what her father was doing. I DON"T NEED THE PILLS telling her over and over again but Kelly never wanted to believe me at all and she finally told me to hush up and she said something that made me really sick in my heart. She said that Yes, I really do think you need the pills that Daddy is giving you because your sick in the brain like the doctor says and that it's better this way because if you weren't sick that you would leave us and then I'd be all alone with Daddy again. And she HAD to believe it you could see in her eyes. She was afraid to lose me, and so I stopped trying to tell her. It was early on that my family and co-workers evaporated. They were really concerned at first but once Eric took me in a wheelchair and put a bicycle helmet on my head and gave me extra drugs so that I was drooling and making funny sounds he brought me to see my sisters and my school and everyone gave me this pitiful look because of how pathetic I had become. Eric put on such an act like he was putting on a brave face and loved me so much that he was going to take good care of me. My sister is a nice person and I know she loves me but she's a little SELF-CENTRED and I've always known it. My mother used to tell me that we were opposites and that I was always helping my sister too much but it never bothered me. But this time it did because I could see that look in her eye when she saw Eric pushing me around and my head all flopped over and I could see her just thanking god that Eric was willing to take care of me and that she was off the hook. I began to cry when she was talking to Eric in the other room and wrote him a cheque and I knew that she wouldn't even come to visit me. At first some of my co-workers came to see me, but they didn't last long and what good would it do anyway? HE would just dope me up earlier so that they would think my brain was mashed and I couldn't even talk. Once he was over that first month or two, and people stopped thinking about it because that's what people do and they don't want to always be thinking about depressing things and wanted to get along with their lives and once that happened, Eric had me fully under his control and he enjoyed revealing his every cruelty to me slowly. SIDE EFFECTS he told me could include a lack of appetite and extreme thirst both of which I knew were true because I was always begging for something to drink. His favourite side effect was swollen breast tissue and he really loved to abuse my tits until they were so tender I could barely stand it but I couldn't do anything about it because he had put straps on my bed to keep my hands down and would sometimes keep me tied down for days at a time. Another possible side effect he told me with some glee was TD or brain damage caused by the high doses of medication I was on. The longer I was on them the worse my chances and eventually even if he did take me off the drugs I would have brain damage and wouldn't be able to control GROTESQUE movements of my body and especially my face and mouth. And he could see how much the idea of it upset me and so he constantly threatened to up the dosages. He especially did this when he allowed the drugs to lapse a bit to get me some exercise because he didn't want my body to get all flabby on him. So he would let me get back a little bit of control two or three times a week to work on my muscle tone but he always kept a close watch on me and told me that he would punish me with higher levels of drugs if I tried to make any trouble. He always won in the end. I would do my hour on the exercise bicycle and do stretches and aerobics and anything else he wanted so that he could have a girl with a cute ass to fuck and then he would feed me Haldol and I would feel all of my control slipping away again and by the time Kelly got home from school I would be back to eating baby food and being treated like a doll for her to play with. I think that ERIC has a couple of friends who know the TRUTH and I hope you can find them. There a big guy who I'm sure lives in the neighbourhood and another smaller guy who Eric probably works with and they would come over a lot and hang out and then at night Eric would let them have sex with me while he videotaped it but that's not the video tape you saw and I'm sure that the evidence is somewhere and maybe you can get a search warrant and find them in the trailer. These PIGS didn't mind at all that I was just laying there and couldn't do much but groan with displeasure while they did awful and sometimes painful things to my body. And even though my mind wasn't working very well Eric liked to make sure that I was awake and I knew what was happening to me. Max is fucking your ass dear, he would tell me, aren't you glad I'm getting this on videotape ? Sometimes they would stay the night and I remember one time Eric thought it would be funny in the morning to have all three guys cum on my face before Kelly came in to feed me and then Eric told her that he had tried feeding me and the baby food was all over my face and that she should make sure I finished my meal. He stood there smugly while his little girl spoon fed me their cum for my breakfast. He absolutely loved humiliating me like that, and would tell me about it for days afterwards just in case the drugs had made me forget about it. The one thing that I took any happiness from at all was that Kelly was doing well and had even started to make friends at school and was keeping up with her homework and had joined basketball. I kept on thinking that maybe just having me around and with her taking on such a nurturing role was allowing her to grow up a bit without feeling threatened and it made me so happy. I can remember the first time she brought friends home from school and they were hanging out and then they came in to see me and Kelly wasn't ashamed of me at all. I recognized the kids because they were from the class that I used to teach and I was glad to see them and they all seemed to be treating Kelly well. Almost every day, she brought new friends home but she never neglected me and I know that she still loves me so much because she sends her friends home to feed me and take a nap on my bed and likes to still talk to me like a real mother. But even with Kelly having friends ERIC had to try to find a way to ruin things and he finally succeeded because one day when Kelly was sending her friends home I guess he must have talked to some of the boys and invited them over for the next day. And he must have known that Kelly wouldn't be home because she had a basketball game and when the boys arrived they looked all uncomfortable and didn't understand why they had been invited over. And then Eric just left me alone with them. I don't blame the boys. Rylan is a good kid. Paul is a bit of a trouble maker, but he always respected me in the classroom. Simon was just a tag-along. I don't blame them at all really it was just inevitable and Eric knew it that if her left the boys alone with me and told them that he wouldn't be back for a few hours that the temptation would be too much. Boys at that age just can't control it and I know that its a common male fantasy to imagine the teacher naked. They didn't take too long and they tried their best to clean me up afterwards and pretend like nothing happened but they didn't hesitate a second when Eric invited them back next week to watch me again while he went to see Kelly play basketball. Eric taunted me afterwards about it telling me that I must have really gotten off because my pussy was so wet but it wasn't true or at least I had nothing to do with it he had me so drugged up I could barely move but he was determined to humiliate me and so he let the drugs wear off a bit and then began to play with my clitoris to see if he could get a reaction. While the drugs were working all of my senses were dulled but he knew that as they wore off that I couldn't really control myself too well. So he kept me like that just barely drugged while he teased me and said humiliating things in my ear and played his pornographic video tapes for me until he could feel a physical reaction but just when I began to get into it he would stop and leave me frustrated and my hands tied so that I couldn't do anything about it but he would leave the VCR running to keep me aroused and then come back an tease me some more in an hour. I don't know how long he played this game but each time he came back I was more and more desperate and he would say more awful things to me and tease me about how much it turned me on when I was left alone with the boys from Kelly's class and I shook my head and denied it but he could feel my body moving against his hand and he knew that I had been starved of sexual release for months and I couldn't control myself. I had a seizure and he gave me some of those antiparkinsonian drugs I told you about that I need when the neuroleptics begin to wear off. He made fun of me telling me that I was worse when I was off of the drugs. Your like an animal he said to me, humping your body against me and grunting like a pig and watching the TV screen your better off when I have you all drugged up and at least then you have an excuse for what you do but right now you should see the way your face looks all screwed up and trying to get an orgasm and you can fight against the restraints as much as you like but I'm not ready to let you cum yet. You've got to understand I needed it so badly and it had been so long and he continued to torture me with his finger for a while and even with his tongue and just waiting until the last moment to leave me desperate and gasping. I really wasn't myself at all. You've got to believe me. I'm saying this to explain what you saw on the videotape. You only saw the end and of course he wouldn't show you the rest. He had just loosened the strap on my right hand a bit and left me alone like that so aroused and not quite able to reach. And you wouldn't see it in the tape that he left the pornography on and that's why I look like I'm out of it and I guess after struggling a while I got my hand near enough to try to relieve myself and I know it must look bad on the tape but I swear that I didn't know that Kelly was in the next room in the background of the videotape while I was rubbing myself and grunting and trying so hard to get my orgasm. I can understand what it looks like to you and I know Eric planned it this way to make it look like I'm incompetent and that I'm so out of control that I would play with myself sexually in front of an innocent little girl like Kelly but it really wasn't my fault. I just needed it so badly and he had been teasing me so long and I didn't even know that Kelly was around until I exploded and then she was beside me and I began to cry. Since then he has had his friends over a lot and shows them the videotape to humiliate me and he still invites the boys from my class over to watch me when he goes out even though he knows what will happen to me when he leaves me that drugged up. None of the boys even wears a condom and I shudder to think about what these kind of drugs would do to a baby if I actually got pregnant. I wonder if Eric would even tell anyone. And I guess you wouldn't have heard about any of this unless my insurance company finally stepped in and wanted Eric to have power of attorney over me before they would give him a cash settlement. When he took me to see you at the courthouse that day, he made sure I was out of it but as soon as I saw a real judge I became determined to be able to say something or draw your attention. I don't even know you, but my heart jumped because I knew I finally had a chance. And you were so sceptical of the medical evidence when Eric showed it to you and you asked him tough questions and even when the video tape played, I could see that you weren't just disgusted by the subject matter but that you were looking for real EVIDENCE. Well here it is !!! I've finally written it out even though STAFFORD stopped me a couple of times and took it away while the nurses visited during the night. And now I can see that morning is coming and STAFFORD has taken a break from mopping the floors to read all of the other pages of this account that I'm writing to you and he seems to understand it. I finally think that I have a chance. I can hardly restrain myself - but I guess the straps that keep me on the bed are doing the job for me ! Oh god... Maybe I'm just being paranoid. That's got to be it. PLEASE let it just be that I'm paranoid because of all of the drugs I've been on for so long. But I don't want to give STAFFORD this last page because when he finished reading the other pages he went and made a phone call and was looking at me while he talked and nodding his head and my stomach is telling me that - its warning me about who he's talking to and JESUS... please let this just be my mind playing tricks... but he went away for a minute and now I see him just outside of my room and he's preparing a needle... is a JANITOR really supposed to be administering dru *** Comments can be forwarded to: orestes007@hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+