Help 3

Before I realized it, Rob was pushing the wheelchair down the long hospital corridor. He pushed open a door; the cool air of being outside made me shiver. I had not been outside in months. Awaiting us was a full side conversion van, which had the back doors and a ramp was waiting for Rob to wheel me up into it. Once we were in the van, Rob quickly shut the doors and locked the wheelchair in place, so I would not roll around. There were no windows in the back of the van, so I was not able to look out. I knew it was night, what time, I could not tell you. I have not known what time it was for months, why did it matter now? I could not wait to get home. I am sure Rob had made arrangements for my arrival, but I am sure they all were not pleasant.

I of a sudden, I felt it. It happened I started to wet myself. I knew the nurse had given me medication before I left, but I did not think I would almost instantly I felt this warmth and moistness between my legs. Then I realized I was wetting myself. I am humiliated. I tried to push my legs together, with the restrains confining me to this chair it was impossible, but it was coming out anyway. In fact the harder I tried the quicker it came out. I felt it hit the diaper and then spread. This horrified me. I gasped…

"Beth, what’s wrong?" Rob asked as he continued to drive.

"Nothing." I did not want to give him the satisfaction, of witnessing me soil myself.

I really wanted to cry. I am not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me get emotional. All I could think of is what he has in store for me at home. What, I was going immobilized and horrified in my own home? I was not going to be able to care for myself, I could not even control the basic human functions, I could not think of anything worse. Finally we started to slow down, I knew we were getting closer to home. Then I heard the garage door go up. Rob parked the van, and opened the back, unlocked the chair and wheeled me inside. The house looked pretty much the same. May be a little cleaner.

"Welcome home, Beth. Let me show you some of the changes I made for your homecoming. Some of them I am sure you are not going to like. There have been many changes, so your condition can be accommodated."

I started to speak. As I opened my mouth Rob shoved the gag back in my mouth and attached it to my neck harness. Again, I tried to fight it, but soon gave up. What the heck was he trying to accomplish? I was already at his mercy. I was totally immobilized and confined. I noticed I had limited mobility in my body; this is why I cannot control function. Whatever drug I was given robbed me of motion. I could still feel everything, but what motion I did have was gone. One thing Rob did do was adjust the neck extension where I can at least have some vision of what was going on.

Rob wheeled me down the long forrier, to a small hallway, which led to bedroom. I actually do not remember this room. We had lived in this house for about 5 years, why would I have not remembered this room? Rob continued to push me in the room. After we were in the room, Rob slammed the door and locked it.

"Beth, like I said before welcome home. Also, welcome to your new prison, I mean your new room. In your absence, this room was added, just so you would have a place to recover. You will be spending the majority of your time here, so you better get used to it. Let me show you around."

This room was huge. From what I could see there was bathroom on my left, a sitting area in the far right, and a hospital bed in the center. Overall, the room looks fairly normal, or so I think.

"Well Beth, let me give you the grand tour of your palace. Lets start in the bathroom. As you can see there is a shower area, the four chains coming from the ceiling are to be connected to a waterproof gurney, so your nurse can bathe you. Also, there is a built in feature… when you start behaving, I mean recovering, and you start to care for yourself, there is a place for a full body harness to be attached.

Well, next is the toilet. It is pretty standard, but you will not be using it for a while. But when you do start to regain control of this function, you will need help, holding on to the bars. Well, anyway, since you will not be meeting your basic needs… lets go over your hygiene schedule.

You will be awaken at 5 am every morning. At this time, the nurse will take your diaper off, and if you have not done a number 2, a suppository will be inserted. I will admit this will be fairly painful. After the suppository does its thing you will be given an enema. I want to ensure you are completely cleaned out; again this is something you probably will not like. After, you are done messing yourself; the nurse will completely undress you. She will remove all the braces, and immobilization products, and put you on the gurney, and then bathe you. She will also brush your teeth. After she is done with your teeth you will be wearing 2 plastic mouth plates. These mouth plates will do one of two things: keeping your jaw in line, because the chin pads on your current brace has a tendency to deform your jaw and 2, while the plates are in, they will semi-lock your jaws so you are unable to talk. I feel the gags are much too obtrusive than the plates.

Next let me show the rest the of the room."

He pushes me out of the bathroom. I honestly thought this could not get any worse. He stops at the large dresser next to the closet door. He opens 2 drawers and pulls out socks, pants and a t-shirt… and something else.

"While you are recuperating, I want you to be fairly comfortable. Shortly after you are bathed… you will be dressed. Almost immediately after your shower, a diaper will be put on to prevent accidents. Then you will be dressed in these cotton leggings and a t-shirt. The leggings are tight, because I want you to fully see the diaper out line on the pants. Oh yeah, there is more thing you will wear. (He picks up what looks to be a bra). Yes, this is a bra. I know you are used to wearing those skimpy bras, which enhance your cleavage. Well, sorry with the type of braces you are wearing enhancing your cleavage is out of the question. In fact it will only cause you more pain and stress. This bra was specially designed with orthopedics in mind. The brace has 8 hooks and eyes, so it provides a lot of support. There is a thick under wire. The cup is made of a very thick durable cotton, with an over wire sown in. Again, the breasts need to minimiumized as much as possible. And finally, the straps are very thick connected at the chest and the back for maximum support. After you are dressed the braces and hardware will be installed. I would suggest you cooperate. Any problems will result in other problems for you."

I stared at the bra. 8 hooks meant the straps were about 6 inches. I had never heard of an over wire before. I did not have large breasts, but they certainly did not need to get smaller. Next was the walk in closet. Rob parked the chair in a central position so I could see almost everything. What I did see was very scary.

On hangers there were straight jackets, corsets, clamshells, and other things I could not make out. There were carts of various medical paraphernalia. I saw IV stands, catheter tubing, rolls of bandages, syringes, screws, drill, and pill bottles. Out of the corner of the eye, I saw at least 5 cases of extra absorbent diapers. This just keeps getting worse.

"Beth, this is the supply closet. As you can see there are many things in here, which can make your life a lot better or even worse. It is all up to you. In the next week or so you will lose the back and neck brace you are currently using. No you will not live without some support. You will still have a neck brace, but your back and hip brace will be modified to allow for more flexibility and less immobilization. I am sure you are fully aware of the many cases of DIAPERS. Again, these are extra absorbent, and they are plentiful. By now you probably are very aware of your lack of control. The medication is one where it stops the nerve impulses to the voluntary movements, but not the feeling. This is why you are unable to control your bladder. I am sure you are ready to get out of here and learn more about this room. There are many things in this closet, which will be useful to your recovery, but you are going to have to want it."

If I want it… does he not understand I want to get out of the restraints and braces? How long will this hell last? All I want is to regain the use of my body, and hurt Rob.

"Next is the bed. Beth, please look closely at the bed. It is an oversized hospital bed, which if you notices there are traction bars connected. Yes, at some point you will be in full body traction. This will probably last at least a month. A month in traction. If you don’t like the immobilization now, you certainly will not like being in traction. One nice thing about the traction there is a built in hoist. There are several other features to the bed, but I will save some of the surprises for later.

Tonight, it will be just you and me; tomorrow you will meet the nurse. So with this said lets get you into bed."

Rob unfastens the restraints, and lifts me to the bed. He is careful to adjust my legs. After he places me in bed, he attaches the hoist grips again to my ankles, and raises me up. I am never going to get used to getting my diaper changed.

"Beth you have been a pretty girl. But all good girls need rest. Before you go to sleep, I need to get you ready for bed."

With this said, Rob pulled out several restraint. He tied me to the bed, and kissed me good night. His final torment of the evening was a syringe filled with a sedative.

** I hope you liked chapter 3… like a promised it was not very long between chapters this time. There will be more shortly.