by Dani René
The way that Dr. Dick made me feel... I haven’t felt that alive in a long time. It scares the shit out of me and not in the exciting way that I am used to. I don’t like that he knows how to play my body like an instrument. He knew every single note to play in order to make me sing. I can’t stand the thought of my life being under someone else’s control. I endured life that way for far too long in the past.
Never again.
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Sanitorium
Sian B. Claven
Chapter 1
The world is so bright after you’ve been enveloped in the darkness of sleep for so many hours. Molly had never been a morning person; the light streaming through the windows was not magical and awakening to her. Being pulled from the deep slumber that her medication granted her was anything but pleasant and yet, the sun streamed through the window, tugging at her eyelids to flicker open and squint at the bright world around.
Bright, but bland.
Molly inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly and felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her immediate disappointment would have been apparent to anyone in the room so luckily, she was alone.
Another breath.
Another sharp pain.
I’m not sick.
She repeated this to herself mentally over and over again, willing away the pain with every breath she took. She tried sitting up to see if it would alleviate the discomfort exhaling brought her, but nothing changed.
She hadn’t been at Serenity for long, although it felt like a lifetime. She had been granted special admission by her doctor, Doctor James Manning, because her sister worked at the institution. Normally, family members weren’t allowed to treat family members, but an exception had been made, Dr. Manning had sorted it out, and now her twin sister Lizzie was able to take care of Molly on a more permanent basis.
They didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had had so many diagnoses over the years, not one doctor had solved the great mystery, but they all agreed that Molly’s ‘illnesses’ stemmed from her mental health and if they treated her mental health she would stop getting so sick all the time.
She had scoffed at the idea that her mind made her physically ill, as though she had wanted to be constantly ill from the age of ten, but who was she to argue with the doctors and her sister on the topic. They had run the tests, done the examinations, and knew her body and mind probably better than she knew it.
The pain wouldn’t go away and Molly knew she was coming down with something. She tried her best to compose herself before the lock turned in the door to her room and her sister Lizzie came in, wearing her nurses’ uniform and pushing a trolley with medication, water, and little cups on it.
“Good morning, Molly,” her twin sang melodically. They were identical in every single way, with the same dark hair, hazel eyes, and same muscular build. At five foot seven they were both tall for women, and neither liked wearing high heels because of it.
“Morning, Lizzie,” Molly responded, smiling painfully at her.
“Where does it hurt?” Lizzie asked without so much as a glance.
“I’m fine,” Molly said softly.
“Where does it hurt?” Lizzie asked again.
“It hurts when I exhale,” Molly conceded.
“I’ll arrange a physical with Dr. Manning for you,” Lizzie said, preparing Molly’s dose of medication, “We’ll nip that right in the bud.”
“Okay, Lizzie,” Molly agreed as her sister walked towards her. She held out two little cups; one had all of Molly’s prescribed medication in it and the other one held some water to swallow them with. Molly took them obediently before standing up. “May I go?” she asked.
“Hmmm,” Lizzie mused, “I don’t know if you should be wandering around here if you’re not feeling well.”
“I promise, if I start feeling worse, I’ll come right back. I’m just going to go read in the rec room,” Molly said.
“Okay, but don’t stray far from there; I’ll send an orderly to get you for your physical,” Lizzie said, pushing her trolley out of the room. Molly smiled brightly and followed Lizzie out of the room. Her sister escorted her to a room filled with soft furnishings and a bookcase filled with books and board games, and Molly quickly made her way to the books. She perused the selection before picking out a horror and taking it to a sofa where she could sit and read.
Molly was so wrapped up in the story she was reading that it took her a while to register that the orderly was standing next to her calling her name softly. Everyone was so gentle here, so peaceful, it felt as though nothing would hurt her here. She felt so safe and protected…if she could only stop feeling sick, stop being sick then she might be able to have a normal, peaceful life.
Other institutions had been louder, rougher, and the staff crass and Molly hadn’t enjoyed being in them. She would get healthy, apparently, and then discharged into the world only to get ill once more. The continuous cycle was draining, but Lizzie had promised her that Serenity was different; state of the art, with the best doctors, and if Molly was going to heal, she had to do everything she was instructed to.
Molly was nothing, if not obedient.
She quickly set her book down and got up, thanking the orderly quietly for his patience. She glanced around and saw some of the other girls had come into the room to read and play board games, but she hadn’t noticed.
She followed the orderly through the beautifully decorated corridors towards Dr. Manning’s suite. She had only been here once for the interview and to confirm her current medication before she had been swept away to be taught the ways of Serenity. She was nervous and excited to start her new treatment and she was ready to follow Dr. Manning’s instructions to the letter.
The orderly escorted her into the room and Dr. Manning dismissed him, waving a hand at the examination table in the corner. His office was friendly enough. To one side was the examination table, and to the other was an office area. Finally, on the other side of the room from the door was a nice library area with a huge bay window where his talk therapy sessions were held.
Molly nodded and sat on the examination table, not sure if she should speak.
“Don’t look so nervous,” Dr. Manning chuckled, flashing her a debonair smile, “It’s just a standard physical.”
Molly smiled and nodded, waiting for him.
He stood up and walked over to her, taking the stethoscope from around his neck. The examination didn’t take long and when Molly thought it was finished, she got ready to stand up.
“Can you take off your clothes, please,” Dr. Manning said.
“Sorry?” Molly asked, feeling shy.
“Can you undress so I can finish the physical?”
“Oh, I thought it was…”
“Standard, yes,” he said, “but thorough. We need to make absolutely sure we don’t miss anything.”
Molly nodded and quickly undressed.
“Stand here,” Manning said, indicating the space in front of him a little way away from the table. Molly moved to where she should stand, and he instructed her to lift her arms. He felt along her skin softly and Molly at first felt extremely awkward, but then the soft, warm feel of his hand on her bare skin made her feel a little naughty. She gasped as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. “No lumps or anything,” he said, massaging her breasts softly. For a moment she thought he gave her nipples a small pinch, but she knew she must be imagining it because he was being so professional.
“Okay, lay on the bed and legs in the stirrups, please. I just need to examine your vagina and make sure you’re completely healthy.”
Molly didn’t know what that involved, but she suddenly felt very shy again. She moved slowly, trying to keep her body as covered as she could, and he chuckled again, “Don’t worry, Molly, I’m your doctor, and I am a consummate professional.”
Molly brea
thed out and put her legs in the stirrups. Manning sat on a small seat in front of her and for a moment she wondered what he was doing when suddenly she felt his fingers massaging the lips of her vagina, before spreading them wide.
“This may be a bit uncomfortable; I do apologize, I’ll try and be quick,” he explained but sounded far off. Molly gasped again as he inserted a finger slowly into her, feeling around inside of her, and she couldn’t help but feel aroused. She had never been examined like that. In fact, the few times Molly had had any sexual encounters it had been in institutions with other patients, and generally were quick thrusts of a small half hard cock buried in her, and then whoever it was would cum. No one had ever touched her, and it felt uncomfortable but good. Dr. Manning pushed in another finger and she breathed deeply, trying to keep herself contained as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her. What she assumed was his thumb touched her now sensitive clitoris and she swallowed hard; feeling herself get wet, she felt so embarrassed.
All too suddenly his fingers had left her, and he was moving to the small sink nearby to wash his hands. “Normal responses, Molly, it looks like there is truly nothing physically wrong with you. We’ll have to check you regularly to ensure this, but from what I can tell, this is a case of whatever is ailing you is not physical. You can get dressed now.”
Molly exhaled, feeling hot and bothered as she quickly grabbed her clothes, turned her back on Manning, and got dressed at lightning speed, the dampness between her legs so intense she swore she could smell it, and she was sure he could too.
“Come have a seat,” Manning said, indicating that she could sit on the cushions by the bay window, “We have some time to discuss how to treat you.”
Molly moved to the cushions and made herself comfortable while Manning sat in the armchair nearby with a notebook and pen. He made notes as he spoke to her. “So, what we need to do, Molly, is find out where this all derives from, what it is that we need to treat and how to treat it. For now, I have authorized Lizzie to treat you symptomatically, but with time we should be able get to the root of the problem and arrest these persistent ‘ill’ spells,” he explained, writing down as he went along.
“Do you have any ideas what it could be?” she asked.
“Not yet,” Manning said, “This is going to be a process and we’re going to do a lot of different exercises in therapy to try and make you better, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said quietly. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to get better.”
“Good girl,” Manning said and gave her that heart throb smile again. Molly couldn’t help but feel somewhat attracted to him. He was a stud of a man and thinking about him made her heartbeat faster. She could still smell her own juices in the air, and she wondered if he could, if he had liked touching her.
“Molly?” Manning asked.
“Sorry, I was…thinking…”
“What were you thinking about?” Manning asked, concerned.
“Nothing serious, just…just that I am so excited to be here with you, and for you to be treating me. You’re very kind to do this.”
“Your sister and I go back a long way,” Manning explained. “And when she asked for my help, I couldn’t refuse her. She’s the best nurse we have here.”
Molly smiled brightly. “She is great at taking care of people!”
“Yes, she is,” Manning looked at his watch and grinned, “Right, time for you to go take a shower and get ready for dinner.”
Molly stood up the same time as him and had to raise her chin high to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Dr. Manning,” she said quietly.
“You’re most welcome, Molly, and please call me James,” he said.
Molly nodded and walked to the door. When she opened it, she found an orderly standing outside as though he had been waiting for her all along. He escorted her back to her room to collect her toiletries and then to the shower room, where he waited outside.
There were four showers in this bathroom, two basins, and two toilets off to the side. Molly ran the water for the only available shower and stripped off her clothes. She was still thinking of James when she stepped under the hot water that instantly relaxed her. She closed her eyes, recalling what it felt like to have him touch her, and she opened her eyes to glance around. Two of the patients were already done and drying off and the other one had her back to Molly. Molly turned so her back was to the remaining patient and once the other two had walked out to their orderlies, Molly reached down and touched herself softly. She tried her best not to moan as she worked her clit in a small circle, teasing it gently. She imagined it was James touching her, fingering her and teasing her.
“Horny?” a voice said behind her and Molly almost jumped a foot into the air.
“Sorry?” she asked, “I don’t know…”
“I saw you,” the patient said quietly, and Molly tried to remember her name, but it escaped her. She was a patient that had been here for a while. Without another word she stepped into the shower with Molly and reached down, sliding a finger between Molly’s lips and teasing her hole.
Molly reached to stop her but as her fingers wrapped around the patient’s wrist, she brought her hand up and touched her nub. Molly gasped softly and the girl grinned.
“Who are you?” Molly whispered, without moving the girl’s hand out of the way.
“Whoever you want me to be,” she whispered back.
“I want you to be James,” Molly said quietly. “What are…” she started to ask as the girl got on her knees. Suddenly there was a mouth sucking her sweet spot and Molly was seeing stars. She whimpered as two fingers were pushed inside of her, and then a rhythm started. Her ‘James’ was working her fingers in and out of Molly while teasing her pearl with licks, kisses, and sucking. Molly placed a hand against the wall to brace herself, spreading her fingers wider.
“Oh…oh… Oh James,” Molly moaned softly, imagining her doctor on his knees in front of her, tongue fucking her.
Riley.
The patient’s name came to Molly suddenly, but she was quickly distracted as Riley nibbled gently on Molly’s bean, making Molly see stars. She kept up her actions until Molly suddenly clamped her lips shut, groaned, and tried to clench her legs, trapping Riley’s hand inside of her as she orgasmed, her legs shaking so much Molly thought she was going to collapse in a heap.
Riley pulled her hand out with some difficulty and stood, catching Molly as she slid sideways.
“That was incredible,” Molly said weakly.
“I’m here all the time,” Riley chuckled. She helped Molly sit down in the shower before she went back to hers, singing softly as she showered. Molly groaned; her crotch so sensitive from her orgasm she didn’t think she’d ever be able to stand again, but a knock at the door let her know her time was almost up.
She unsteadily got to her feet and washed off. She dried herself and put clean clothes on from the cupboard in the bathroom, putting her dirty ones in the hamper. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly and then walked to the door, trying not to appear different. The orderly nodded to her before escorting her back to her room to deposit her things. They then walked towards the dining hall to have dinner, where Molly sat off to the side alone, enjoying her meal silently, all the while stealing glances at Dr. Manning sitting with the other doctors. He would be leaving soon to go home, and how Molly wished she could go with him.
A clatter at her table made her look up. Riley had dropped her tray in front of Molly and was taking a seat. Molly blushed crimson, her ears felt so warm she was sure they were as beet red as her face, and she stared down at the food in front of her to avoid eye contact with the other patient.
“If you don’t want to look guilty, you might want to calm down and stop looking like a red traffic light,” Riley said to her, forcing her to look up and meet her eyes.
“I just…”
“It was just a little fun,” Riley said. “I don’t want to marry you. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m int
o girls.”
Molly nodded and started to eat her food without commenting. Riley ate in silence as well; the only time they really acknowledged each other was when they looked up from their food. One such time, Riley was about to ask Molly something when Lizzie came over and felt her forehead. “I can see from across the room you’re not looking well, Molly,” she said.
“I feel fine,” Molly replied quietly.
“Well, you don’t look fine and Dr. Manning has instructed me to take care of you, so finish up eating so that I can give you something.”
“Yes, Lizzie,” Molly agreed softly.
Lizzie nodded and moved to leave, glancing at Riley for just a moment before walking off. Riley frowned and looked at Molly. “How do you get your sister treating you?”
“It was a special arrangement; she’s been taking care of me outside of facilities most of my life, so Dr. Manning thought it appropriate for Lizzie to continue with my treatment while I am here.”
Riley raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything further, going back to her food. Molly didn’t have much of an appetite; since Lizzie had pointed out that she didn’t look well, it seemed to have hit her that she wasn’t feeling too great. She stood up and without a word left the table, heading to the orderly to take her back to her room. He escorted her in silence, and Molly could feel the sweat starting to trickle down her face. She knew she was probably developing a fever and was glad Lizzie would be able to give her something for it.
She didn’t have to wait in her room long before Lizzie came in with her cart of magic drugs and a giant smile on her face. “Okay, let’s see what Dr. Manning has prescribed,” she said as though she was about to explain everything to Molly. Molly didn’t even listen because she knew Lizzie was just talking to herself; she never explained the medicines to Molly, but it didn’t worry Molly, she trusted her sister explicitly.
