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 The drape was withdrawn and Diana saw the wide-eyed face of an old woman.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.
The psychology of confinement
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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.