Wonder
Woman Bedridden
by
Turtle
(taesu_99@yahoo.com)
The storm was growing more menacing as seconds pass; even more
alarming was the flash of lightning seen from the distance. Even though a
superheroine like Wonder Woman could survive a direct thunder strike, the
experience of going through one was something she didn't relish. The Amazon
wanted to seek shelter, but the storm had caught her in middle of nowhere,
miles from any nearby town. Diana was on a routine patrol in a remote part of
the New England region; a place she usually neglected because of the lack of
high profile criminal activity. The storm itself was a surprise; a sudden
change in the ocean's currents had blown it into her path. She scanned around
her environment; from the height she is flying, Diana didn't see anything
welcoming. Worse, the sun was setting, and the storm was catching up to her.
Our superheroine had no choice but to weather the storm.
Soon the light had faded and it was night time. The drizzle Wonder
Woman was experiencing would soon turn into hard rain. The wind speed slowly
grew stronger and the rain was soon hitting her eyes, hampering the Wonder
Woman's vision and slowing her down. As a result, storm was on top of her, and
the lightning bolts were coming closed. Diana resolved herself for a possible
lightning strike. Then she saw something. By the squint of her eyes, Wonder
Woman saw a speck of light. This raised hope for the Amazon. Hope that there
was a place where she could get away from the storm. Coolly she carefully
headed toward the light, since there was no other source of light with the
exception of flashes of lightning and Wonder Woman didn't want to hurt herself
or cause damage by blindingly stumbling toward the light.
A flash of lightning showed the Amazon that the source of light was
coming from the window of a house. The design of the house was two-story, with
an attic of Gothic Revival, which was popular in that part of New England in
the mid to late nineteenth century. Wonder Woman saw, aside from the house, a
barn, a garage, a telephone pole, and a gas tank. Slowly, Diana descended
toward the house and landed on the steps of the front porch. By this time, the
rain was pouring down fiercely. Diana was grateful she made it just in time.
Diana knocked on the door, and in few seconds she heard steps
within the house coming toward the front porch. The light on the porch was soon
turned on. The drape was withdrawn and Diana saw the wide-eyed face of an old
woman. Slowly, the door opened.
"Hello, I wish to seek shelter from the storm," Wonder
Woman said to the owner of the house.
"Oh...come in, you must be cold."
"I am very grateful for your offer."
"Please follow me." The lady then led the Amazon to the
fireplace, which was the source of the light that led Diana to the house.
"Let me get a towel for you dry yourself," the lady said
as she saw the superheroine drenched from the rain.
"Thank you."
As the lady disappear around the corner, Wonder Woman looked around
the room. It was a very cozy room, and well furnished; close to the fireplace
were two cushioned sofas and a lamp.
"Here you go," the lady said as she offered the towel to
Wonder Woman.
Diana smiled as she accepted the towel. As she dried herself,
Wonder Woman carefully looked at the lady. The lady was plump and motherly.
Yet, Diana felt she had saw her somewhere before.
"May I offer you a tea."
"Oh no, I cannot burdened you with it."
"I insist, you're soaking wet and you must be chilled to the
bone. You must drink something to warm you up and avoid catching cold."
"If you insist, I graciously accept the tea."
"Please sit by the fireplace while I make the tea."
"Thank you, miss..."
"Please call me Irma."
The Name struck a bell in her head, but before Diana could ask more
questions, Irma went into the kitchen. Diana decided to ask her more when Irma
served the tea.
As water was being boiled, Irma put teabag into the teapot. Then
she went to the cupboard in the corner and got another teabag, and from a
drawer, two pills from medicine box. She ground the pills and, together with
the second teabag, she put the powder into the teapot before she poured the
water in.
"Here it is."
Diana looked up from the sofa and saw Irma coming to her with a
tray. "What a wonderful fragrance the tea has."
"It's my special tea."
Irma quickly poured the tea into a cup and gave it to our
superheroine.
After seeing Wonder Woman taking few sips, Irma poured the tea into
her cup.
"Irma, I have couple of questions for you."
"Oh, what is it?" Irma asked as she sat on other sofa
facing Wonder Woman.
"It seems as if I’ve seen you somewhere before," Wonder
Woman said as she slowly began to feel drowsy.
"From where?"
"Have you been to Washington D.C. before?" Wonder Woman
said as she unconsciously blinked her eyes as they felt heavy.
"I don't think so."
"Do you have any family members who have been there?"
Wonder Woman said with some effort as she felt as if her whole body was not
responding to her command.
"No," Irma said and waited for next question.
There was no next question as Diana blacked out and slumped forward
in the sofa, dropping her teacup to the floor.
Irma sighed in relief; one sip was enough to knock out a big man in
a second with her "special tea." Yet it took a couple of minutes to be
effective on our Amazon. Quickly Irma felt Diana's pulse to check to see if she
is unconscious. When she saw Wonder Woman was knocked out, Irma dashed down the
basement, grabbed a plastic tube and funnel, and went back to the living room.
Then Irma slowly inserted the tube into Wonder Woman's mouth and poured the tea
from teapot into the funnel. While the pills would sedate Diana for couple of
days, Irma had to use the whole pot for the second teabag to be effective.
When the teapot was empty, Irma stripped Wonder Woman of her
clothing and dressed our beloved Amazon in her grandma's nightgown. Then she
put Wonder Woman's clothes and lasso into a trash bag and put it in the
basement. Then Irma dragged Diana up the dark, carved staircase to a bedroom.
The bedroom was simply furnished; there was only a bed, a small desk next to
it, and a chair.
There was only one window across from the bed; it was draped with a
heavy curtain. Even if the curtain was drawn, nothing could be seen since the
window was painted, first in white and then in dark, to shut out any light.
With only one electric lamp on the desk, the room was dimly lit. Unbeknownst to
Diana, this would be her world for some time to come.
*****
Her eyelids felt heavy; Diana could not open her eyes to see what
happened to her. Her whole body felt weak, heavily perspired, and
nonresponsive. Wonder Woman managed to open her left eyelid slightly. It was
dark, and she couldn’t see anything.
'Where am I? And how long did I stay like this?'
Diana slowly noticed the feel of the bedsheet and cushion of the
bedroll. She tried to look around but she had difficulty lifting her head. Then
she heard the clatter of a key. Diana looked to her left. A small light
appeared as the door opened and it blinded her.
"Oh you're awake, I was beginning to get worried," it was
Irma, and she had tray with a bowl, water, and some pills.
"What happened?"
"You had a terrible cold, and you were unconscious for a
couple of days."
"How?"
"You must have caught it while in the storm, which is not
surprising since you were literally not wearing anything when you came to my
house."
Diana couldn't believe a woman of her fortitude could catch a cold
so easily, yet for now she accepted Irma's position. "I am sorry to burden
you like this, but I have to leave now. I have duties to perform and people who
will be worrying about me."
"You shouldn't! At least not now. You need to be better before
you do anything."
Wonder Woman didn't want to follow Irma's advice, but her body was
too weak to get up. After few vain attempts, Diana gave in to her circumstance.
"You don't mind, if I stay with you for couple more days?"
"Oh it's all right. Here have some of my mushroom soup and
then cold medication."
Diana was so weak that Irma had to spoon feed her. Then Irma helped
Diana change into new clothing and take her medication. In the kitchen, Irma
put away the dish and threw away the leftover mushroom soup into a trash can.
Experts would notice that the mushrooms Irma used in her soup would cause
stomach cramps. Irma knew this; it was part of her plan with the Amazon.
*****
At least one hour after Irma left, Diana began to feel nauseous.
Her stomach began to tighten and she experienced sharp pain in her tummy. Diana
didn't know Irma had mildly poisoned her. Wonder Woman tried to control her
bowel movement, yet it was in vain. She defecated herself in the bed,
completely humiliating the Amazon, realizing that she was totally not in
control of her own body.
*****
A few hours later, Irma was walking up the staircase. She had rice
porridge for Diana. There was nothing in the porridge, since Irma knew the
dilemma Wonder Woman was in. The smell she sniffed when she unlocked the door
to Diana's room confirmed that the soup did the work. "What is this
smell!"
"I'm sorry Irma, but I have soiled your bed."
"WHAT!" Irma exclaimed as if she was scolding a child.
Quickly, Irma pulled bedsheet off the bed. It was a pathetic sight.
The Champion of Women, a superhero who had saved the world more than once,
often singlehandedly, the Princess of the Amazon, was now lying in puddle of
feces.
"DON'T Move, I'll clean this up." Irma huffed as she left
the room to get materials to clean the mess. Once she was out of sight, Irma briefly
smirked, for this was just one step to keep Wonder Woman in her grasp.
Sometime later, Diana, still weak, was lying on the bedroll now
clean of the mess. Wonder Woman was wearing a new nightgown, but something
bulky was protruding from her hip.
"Good thing I still had some diapers left from my
mother." It was a lie of course. Irma never had a convalescent mother; in
fact she doesn't know where her mother was now. But it was an explanation to
not to arouse suspicion.
Diana was deeply embarrassed and humiliated; weak and helpless, as
Irma cleaned her and diapered on her like a baby. Yet, at the same time, she
was grateful that Irma was helping her cope with her sickness. Still, Diana
knew Irma from somewhere.
"Just in case, I have added more medicine to cope your
predicament."
"Thank you."
It was a lie, of course. The medicine was to keep Wonder Woman
sedated while she was fed with poison to keep her weak.
*****
Diana was bedridden for a long time; how long she doesn't know. The
room was dark and the only source of light was from the lamp on the desk next
to the bed. All she could do was lie on the bed and wait for Irma to bring food
and medication. The Champion of Women became dependent on Irma, as perplexedly
Wonder Woman could not recover from the 'illness' she was in. Irma would come
to the room, check her diaper, spoon feed her food, and give medicine to Diana.
Occasionally, Irma gave sponge-baths to Diana and changed the bed sheets to
avoid bedsores. Wonder Woman slept when she eventually got tired of waiting for
Irma to come. Most often it would be dreamless sleep, which made her more tired
than refresh. Then, Diana would have a dream, nay a nightmare; in it was people
who were strong and fit slowly wasting away in beds. Waking from this dream, Diana
would have a nagging desire to get out of the bed.
Just moving the bed sheet made her breathless. Diana slowly tried
to rise out of the bed. She collapsed a couple of times, until she finally was
sitting on the bed. Wonder Woman knew that the door was locked, so she decided
to go towards the window. Diana tried to stand up, but she quickly realized the
futility, and she collapsed on the floor. The Amazon slowly, grasping the thick
carpet, inched toward the window. When she neared the window, she grasped for
the edge, feeling it through the drape. Once she found it, Diana slowly drew
the curtain and saw black. Not only were the window panels painted black, but
the window was fastened with big nails. Diana heard a gasp behind her; looking
back she saw Irma by the door. Irma dropped the tray she was carrying on the
desk and stomped toward Diana. When she was next to her, Irma gave Diana big
slap on her face.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!" Irma screamed.
"You shouldn't got out of the bed, you're in no condition to do so. I'm
doing this just for your sake and I see that you're insolent. I guess I have
take steps to make sure you're not causing anymore trouble."
Before Wonder Woman could say anything, Irma lifted her by her arm
and dragged her to the bed. Irma then tossed her on the bed and left the room
for a moment. She returned to Wonder Woman with a vial and hypodermic needle.
"No...don't," Wonder Woman protested.
"This is for your own good," Irma replied as she plunge
the needle into the vial and filled it with drug. Irma then grab Diana's arm
and looked for a vein. Once she found it, she plunge the needle into it. Then
Irma looked on as the drug slowly sent the Amazon into the abyss.
When slowly Diana regained consciousness, she noticed she was
immobilized. She slowly raised her head, and found that she was strapped to the
bed. Three pieces of rope tied her to the bed. One was above her feet, one
across her knees, and one across her chest just below her breasts. The only
parts of her body that she could move were her head and shoulders. Diana's
attempt to regain her independence had failed. Irma's reaction bewildered
Wonder Woman, and she began to question the true intentions of this woman's
actions toward her.
*****
Irma realized the Princess would be suspicious, and that she must
make Diana more compliant toward her. Irma intentionally left Diana isolated
for next two days, hoping isolated Amazon would be too weak to question her
motives. Once more she went to the kitchen cupboard filled with herbs and
poisons.
"What are doing it to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've left me in the room for long time, perhaps days!"
"Oh my, it's been only couple of hours since I left you."
There was serious doubt on Wonder Woman’s face. She had been left
in dark room with no way of telling time and with only Irma to rely on. Was it
only a couple of hours? Could she trust Irma?
"Can you release me from this restraint?"
"Only if you promise me you won't do anything rash."
Diana paused for moment, but before she could reply, "Your
silence answers my question. I am sorry, but I can't trust that you won’t do
anything that will harm yourself. The restraints stay."
‘Harm myself? Trying to rise out of the bed and to see something
outside the dark room is harmful?’ Bewilderment and doubt was filling Diana's
mind.
"Don't worry my dear, I will be here to help you to restore
your health," Irma said as she about spoon-fed Diana again.
As the Princess look at the spoon, she pondered, ‘Can I trust her?’
After some contemplation, she opened her mouth to be fed.
*****
Before, Irma would just give her food and medicine and leave; now
she stayed with Diana for hours. Often, Irma would read books to the Amazon.
She would brush aside any inquiry and hush her like a child. Soon, Diana saw
any more questioning was pointless. She couldn't think deeply very well anyway.
The drugs made her lethargic; being confined to bed and restrained dulled her
thinking capacity.
A month passed.
"Your hair is a mess."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I think it's time to cut your hair."
"Oh can you make it beautiful as shown on your
magazines?"
"I'll try."
Diana was excited; this was something that would break monotony of
being bedridden. She didn't know how long she was sick and why. She felt
better, but Irma said she cannot leave the bed.
"I'll be back with a wheelchair, and we will go to bathroom
for your cut."
Irma came back with the wheelchair. She removed the restraint and
lifted Diana to the chair and wheeled her out of the room. Diana was excited to
be outside; the hallway is dark, since Irma prudently decided to cut her hair
at night. The only sources of light were from the lamp in Diana's room and in
the bathroom.
Irma placed the wheelchair in front of the mirror and put the brake
on. It was a first time for Diana to see herself since her confinement. She
couldn't believe what she is seeing. The reflection in the mirror was different
than she remember herself. Her face was pale, her eyes were shrunken, and there
was deep sags beneath her eyes. When Irma removed her nightgown, Diana was more
shocked. Her well-toned body was wasted, her arms were thin, ribs were showing,
and her chest had shrunken. As Irma cut her hair, a memory in the deep recesses
of her mind came to the surface—Irma Gershwin, wanted for killing people at her
hospice by prolonged suffering. Diana looked at Irma through the mirror—Irma
fits the description.
'I'm a fool to be tricked by this monster. I must escape and
somehow seek revenge.'
Even as she plotted for retribution, Diana knew she was in no
condition to overpower Irma. She was too weak. She must regain her strength,
and most importantly she must find her lasso or else there is no chance of
escape.
"There, you look beautiful."
"Yes," Wonder Woman lied. Irma had simply cut her hair
very short like male jock. As Irma wheeled her back to the room and the door
closed behind her, Wonder Woman began to plot.
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The psychology of confinement
info: http://www.powerotics.com
Confinement is a powerful tool, but various other restraining
methods and devices may also have a lot more impact than you would expect. In
other words: handle with care and don't try to live out your fantasy
immediately but take it one step at the time. Confinement is a very powerful
psychological tool. Confining and restraining usually soon reach the "edge
play" status - in other words, not everything is for everybody. If you do
not understand - or do not know about - the psychological effects, especially
of confinement, you should not enter into it.
The psychological effects of solitary confinement are huge, mainly
as a result of the sensory deprivation. Your senses are juggled around because
they get too little input. The brain, in need for impulses and activity, will
start a life of its own. When the room you are in is dark, this may quadruple
this effect. These effects are strengthened by a certain amount of fear and
anger, brought about by the fact that your personal freedom is limited, even
though this is by freedom of choice. The difference between for example bondage
and confinement is mainly in the fact that bondage usually allows you no or
hardly any room to move. Confinement - no matter how limited the space is –
will always allow you more space to move, but that only underlines the
limitations bestowed upon you.
Two scientific experiments may illustrate the psychological effects
of confinement. Back in the 1960's for example several hundreds of students of
Princetown University were - on a voluntary basis - involved in an experiment
to try and establish the effects of sensory deprivation. They were locked
individually in a very small, light and sound proof room for a maximum of 96
hours. The room was only three square meters wide. The only piece of furniture
was a bed. There was a small - also light and soundproof - room with a toilet
and a refrigerator with food and drinks. The students would only get paid if
the made it the full 96 hours ... only ten percent did. Almost half of the
students did not make it though the first three hours. The ones that did
appeared to be very vulnerable to brainwash techniques and manipulation - as a
result of the fact that their brain and senses where in desperate need for
activity and impulses, no matter what kind of activity. Almost all students
suffered from nightmares for a longer period of time.
Similar results were reported during a Dutch experiment in 1992. In
an effort to try and establish the psychological effects of police cells on
arrested persons, the Dutch authorities had several hundreds of volunteers
without a criminal record locked up in police cells for 24 hours. They were put
through the standard routines. The cells, of course, were neither sound nor
light proof and all had the standard contacts with guards. Still almost half of
the group appeared unable to undergo the experiment for the full 24 hours. The
inability to influence their own situation and taking their fate in their own hands
appeared to be the biggest thing for the volunteers.