Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 16: Infirmary
Alisa was not feeling too well after her ordeal in the courtyard. They had taken her to the infirmary. The fact that they had one, was kind of a relief to Alisa, as it promised at least some kind of concern for her wellbeing.
Doctor Petravic was a woman, which was also a relief to Alisa, but it soon became clear to her that the help this Russian doctor was offering, wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for.
“Another one,” sighed the doctor upon inspecting Alisa. “You girls should really be more careful,” she added when she inspected Alisa’s bottom. She had been placed in a gynaecological chair with her feet in stirrups and the doctor was checking her bleeding anus.
“They tortured me,” said Alisa, to make clear it wasn’t her that had been careless or anything.
“Of course,” answered the doctor, “That’s your whole purpose here.” Alisa frowned and asked what she meant by that.
“You girls are here to be tortured and it is my job to patch you up from any injuries. I only ask of you to avoid getting too severely damaged. Sometimes you can avoid the worst by being more compliant, yes?” Alisa shivered when she was receiving such instructions. It changed her whole perspective on why she was here and what she should do. As a journalist she usually cared only for the truth. As a victim of torture she cared mostly for her life. And those two didn’t always go well together. But which story would prevent her interrogators to cause any real harm to her?
The doctor in the meantime had taken a syringe and she injected Alisa in several places around her anus to give her some local anaesthetic. It was a relief to no longer feel any pain and she was also relieved she didn’t have to feel the needles the doctor then used to stich her anus and even inside her rectum, a wound that was revealed when she used a speculum in her asshole. But the whole procedure was demeaning and horrible in itself, despite the sedatives.
“It’s going to hurt for awhile when you shit,” said the doctor. “And you need to wash yourself thoroughly every time you do. I am giving you this douche to use,” she added, showing Alisa a plastic bottle with a nozzle on top to clean out her rectum a couple of times a day.
“I see you have scars on your wrists and feet as well. What happened?” asked the doctor.
“I was captured by Islamic State,” explained Alisa, “ and they tried to put me to death by crucifixion.”
“Impressive that you survived that. Let me inspect how you are healing,” said the doctor when she was done with her anus. It appeared Alisa was still healing well, but both her feet and wrists had scar tissue and slight bone deformation that kept hurting her when she used her limbs.
“I can address that, if I get permission to operate on you,” said the doctor, “but I rarely get permission for reconstructive surgery. In fact, last time I wanted to operate on a woman who had broken her leg in several places, they instead chose to execute the woman to put her out of her misery. Maybe it’s best not to draw too much attention to your discomfort in feet and hands,” she explained. Alisa agreed and assured the doctor she was doing fine.
“Now I also was instructed to check on your genitals,” said the doctor while getting the speculum ready for that. “They say you had your cervix breached?”
Alisa nodded and told in broad outlines what they had done to her. The doctor in the meantime put the speculum in her vagina and inspected her insides.
“Ah yes, I can see your cervix is quite scarred and it is open. Do you have any problems with menstruating?” Alisa sighed and explained she had not menstruated since she had been captured by Islamic State. That was when the tortures began.
“That is normal,” said the doctor, “many women in here also stop menstruating. It’s got something to do with stress hormones. But in your case it might also be from internal damage. Let me check.”
She used a second speculum, with was much thinner and longer, to push inside Alisa’s cervix to open it enough so she could inspect her womb with a tube camera. Alisa whimpered as it hurt bad when her cervix got opened wider. The anaesthetic worked only around her anus, not inside her genitals.
“I see scar tissue on the lining of your womb as well. They did quite a number on you,” commented the doctor while she took swabs and checked the integrity of her inner organ. Alisa was amazed to see such advanced instruments in a hospital infirmary, but then again, this was no ordinary prison as it was turning out.
The doctor patted her on her leg and said: “From the inquiries of my bosses I gather they are interested in abusing your uterus. Which is survivable, as you are already living proof of that. But I recommend strengthening you considerably to increase your chance of survival. Alright?”
Alisa was at a loss of words. Of course she didn’t want to be tortured at all, especially not her uterus. But if the doctor knew of something that might help, she didn’t want to say no to that. However, when she saw which solution the doctor had for her, she wasn’t so sure.
“This is my trainer. Some call it a chastity belt and in a way, that’s also what it is,” explained the doctor while holding up the contraption she had in store for her. “But it’s so much more.” She smiled while holding the harness up like it was a marvellous piece of engineering.
“The belts are flexible and won’t bother you too much. It straps between your legs and you’ll like that you can’t be raped vaginally while wearing this.” She put it down and picked up an elongated plastic cylinder.
“This little plug will be fitted inside the contraption. It will go in your vagina and it is computer controlled to send electrical stimulation through your muscles. This will help making your vagina stronger so you won’t tear easily.”
Alisa shook her head while she watched the contraption. The plug looked like a vibrator and was made of white plastic and quite long. It had a dozen metal rings around it, the electrodes that would have an electrical current running up and down the device. She felt it was horrible.
“In your case I am going to add something else to it as well,” continued the doctor, making it even worse. She showed a little plastic ball covered with small copper disks and a wire which could be connected to the dildo.
“I will put this inside your womb so we’ll stimulate the walls of your uterus as well, making your entire genital area stronger.”
“Where do you come up with this nonsense?” asked Alisa suddenly bluntly. She was absolutely amazed such devices existed.
“It’s something I have developed when I was working as a gynaecologist back in Russia,” answered the doctor. “It uses the latest technology in electrical muscle stimulation. I used it before on women who had complicated deliveries and had to recover from damage from child birth.” She then lectured Alisa on problems with a cervix not closing, a vagina that stayed too loose, a womb that was not held up in place anymore or incontinence issues. The device helped with those issues and according to the doctor Alisa would benefit from its use.
“I don’t want to be tortured at all!” exclaimed Alisa after listening to all of it. “Why then would I train for it?”
“You will be tortured anyways and if you let me help you, you will suffer less permanent damage.”
Alisa gave a cry in frustration.
“I could also surgically remove your womb so they won’t give you a hysterectomy without sedation by using some horrible dildo or device?”
Alisa felt sick to the stomach and let her head hang down. She knew by now how horribly they could be. Maybe as cruel as Mahdi had been, though he was hard to match. She suddenly remembered what they had said about Mahdi. She needed to speak with him, bad. And slap him hard! She looked at the doctor as she wanted this to be over. How long was this going to take?
With a sigh she gave in to the doctor, who seemed very glad about that and immediately went to work. First she put all the equipment ready on the table next to her. Then she made sure Alisa’s legs were spread wide open.
“I need to make sure you don’t move or jerk while I install this,” said the doctor while putting straps around Alisa’s feet and wrists. She also put a wide strap over her hips and stomach to keep her in place. Alisa sighed and watched with apprehension how the doctor went to work on her.
Installing the small plastic ball in her uterus was most painful. Though it was small, it was still pretty wide to push through her cervix, despite the fact she was already dilated by the speculum. But the pain was nothing compared to what Alisa had already suffered over time, so she took it with no more than a wince. Next the wire was connected and the both speculums were removed. When her vagina was closed again the dildo was pushed in. It was long, as Alisa had already noticed, and it filled her entire vagina. The metal tip was pressing against her cervix, while there was also a small metal lip with prongs at the bottom that pressed against her clitoris.
Alisa gasped when she felt something new and by lifting her head she noticed how the doctor was inserting a thin metal tube through a hole in the pin that was pressing against her clitoris. It soon found the entrance to her urethra and slowly the doctor started to push it into that tight passage.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as she felt how the doctor pushed her urethra painfully open. It hurt and she gasped, while a shiver ran down her spine.
“This will make it easier to urinate while wearing the chastity belt,” explained the doctor, “and I will fix it in such a way it will also help hold the dildo in place.” Alisa gasped again while she felt the tube pushing deeper into the tight channel she only used to urinate from. Nothing was supposed to go in there and it gave her a burning and extremely uncomfortable sensation.
“No worries, you will get used to it,” said the doctor while she finished pushing it in and started to fasten it into place at a slight angle with the dildo, so the two cylinders clamped against each other with only a thin layer of her flesh in between, so they were holding themselves in place. Another cap was fitted over the joint to make sure they didn’t shift at all.
The doctor finally released the straps and told her to get up from the chair so the chastity belt would be fitted on her. Alisa felt how her crotch felt full and the tightness in her urethra was very uncomfortable. She stood up and tried to look between her legs, but she could not see the dildo or the metal tube as they were both covered with a plastic cup that actually covered her entire vulva. Only a thin rubber tube hung out and she imagined how that was connected to the tube in her urethra, making it possible for her to urinate.
The doctor fastened a belt around her waist and then she fastened a strap to it which was pulled between her legs, covering the cap that covered her vulva. It was pulled tight so everything was held in place .
“This strap will make sure everything stays put,” explained the doctor, while the belt was fastened between her legs. “As you can feel here,” she said, while guiding Alisa to feel with her fingers, “this tube that hangs out is where you pee from. In the back is an opening in the belt for your anus, which is large enough to defecate. That opening is also wide enough to make anal intercourse possible, but I advise against doing that for at least three days.”
“Tell them that,” said Alisa despondent.
“Oh, I will advise them on how to use you,” replied the doctor while she closed the front of the chastity belt and put a padlock on it. “I am keeping the key,” she smiled. “No sex for you for a while,” she added and Alisa sighed. As if she was asking for sex!
“Now, let’s switch on the computer program,” said the doctor when everything was fitted and in place. “This will sting a bit, but you’ll get used to it,” she added while setting something on her laptop. The devices fitted inside Alisa were controlled from a computer by a wireless connection it seemed.
“I am going for a mild setting and a simple training program,” said the doctor while clicking on several scales and adjusting the settings. She appeared to be so used to doing this, Alisa began to wonder how many women in here were fitted with a device like this. She inquired if that was the case. The Russian woman replied with a smile.
“This device is my specialty,” she answered the question. “But they hardly let me use it as it makes sex almost impossible.” She then switched the program on and Alisa gasped when she suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her abdomen, which started inside her uterus and then travelled down through her vagina, all the way to her clitoris. She also felt it stinging in her urethra and she realized the metal piss tube was part of the electrical system. After a short stinging stimulation of her clitoris, the prickling sensation went up again inside her vagina to end in her uterus.
“Can you feel it going up and down?” asked the doctor. Alisa nodded, holding her hands on her abdomen. The doctor held her fingers against the strap covering Alisa’s vulva and she then shook her head.
“This setting is too low for you,” she said, “let’s try adjusting it a little. Maybe run program three.”
Alisa gasped when the stinging sensation got stronger and suddenly she felt her vaginal muscles twitching, responding to the electrical stimulation. And it was the strangest sensation to feel this inside her womb, which made her feel as if she was having very mild contractions.
“That’s enough for now,” said the doctor, switching it off again. “I am activating the program so it will run its course autonomous, at least for as long as the batteries last.”
“Can it be switched off somehow?” asked Alisa nervously. It had not at all felt pleasant and she wondered if there was a secret emergency switch. But the doctor shook her head.
“From this laptop I choose the program to run but it runs by itself. It can be stopped using this laptop of course. Or by removing all of it from your body, but you need the key for that.” She tapped on the padlock at the front. Alisa sighed as she knew she was trapped and only the doctor had the keys.
“I’ll see you tomorrow to charge the batteries and making some adjustments. I think we might also go with another program by then. If you made enough progress.” The doctor gave Alisa a smile and pointed at her prison uniform. “You can get dressed now and I’ll have the guards bring you back to your cell.”
“When will it… turn back on?” asked Alisa nervously. “and how… how long will it last?” She was feeling more than a little unease with the prospect of electrical stimulation of her genital area.
“Each cycle last one minute,” explained the doctor, “then there’s a pause of ten minutes. You’ll get used to it.”
Six times every hour Alisa would feel the stimulation of uterus, vagina and urethra, she thought while putting on her clothes. This was not going to be easy.
