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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have
others will do the same. My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
Chapter 13
Tonya was half-asleep when she vaguely noticed that the room
didn't seem to be quite as dark as it had been, but in her misery,
she paid no overt attention to it. The room was fairly well-lit by
the time the Doctor walked in.
"Are you OK, Tonya?", he asked, "You seemed to be having a bad
dream or something."
"Nancy shrunk me...", Tonya replied, her voice shaky, "She put
me in a maze with some rats... the rats raped me... and then... then
Nancy took me... she took me... and... she was... she wanted to...
cut me up... dissect me... like you do with... with a frog...". Her
sobbing started anew, and her words trailed off...
"OK, I see," he said, "Tonya, what's happening is that your
mind is reacting to the situation; subconsciously, you feel like a
lab animal, trapped and helpless. It's quite normal, I assure you."
"But... but why...?"
"See, Tonya," he explained, patiently, "The intensive therapy
requires that the patient be reduced to a state of pure helplessness
and then built back up, so to speak; the idea is to 'start from the
ground floor', if that makes any sense."
"But... it hurts... hurts so bad...", she said, still sobbing.
"I'm sorry for that, Tonya," he replied, a tone of genuine
sorrow in his voice, "But it has to happen that way; if we did this
at a regular pace, it would take months, or even years to resolve
the pain that you have inside. This way, you have the opportunity to
rebuild yourself and get on with your life quickly."
"But... does it... have to... hurt... hurt so much?"
"I'm afraid so, Tonya," he said, apologetically, "You'll learn
how to work through the pain, and then maybe even make it work FOR
you; you know, like, 'No pain, no gain'? Oh, not meaning to change
the subject, but are you hungry?"
"Yes! Can I have something to eat, please?", Tonya asked.
"Certainly!", he replied, "Let me loosen these restraints, and
we'll see about getting you fed."
"SHE... won't be there... will she?"
"Nancy?", he responded, "No, just you and me at dinner, Tonya;
it'll be easier for us to talk without her around..."
The Doctor loosened Tonya's hands and feet, helping her get up
off the bed. She was a little bit shaky, and he had to steady her to
keep her from falling. With some difficulty at first, they walked
out of the bedroom, and over to the elevator. As they got in, Tonya
looked at the Doctor.
"Can I have something to wear? Like a robe or something?"
"Unfortunately, Tonya," he replied, "I can't give you one; you
have to be naked. The reason is that at this point, you need to be
completely free of anything that you could 'hide behind'; clothing
would give you a psychological 'barrier' that could keep the therapy
from working. Does that make any sense?"
Tonya nodded in agreement.
The elevator doors closed, the Doctor pressed the button, and
it started moving; after a few seconds, the car slowed, stopped, and
the doors opened. The two of them walked out, and the doors closed
behind them. They walked down a hall, stopping in front of a door.
"Let's go in, Tonya."
The Doctor opened the door; in the middle of the room, there
was a chair that looked something like a dentist's chair. Tonya gave
it a curious look.
"Sit in it, Tonya."
Tonya sat down; the Doctor started attaching leather straps to
her ankles. She started to protest, but the Doctor shushed her.
"Tonya," he said, "This is your feeding chair. Every time you
eat, you'll be strapped in this chair. This is NOT open to question.
Is that clear?"
"Yes..."
"As of this point, you can do nothing for yourself; everything
will be done for you."
He continued to fasten the restraints to her arms and legs. He
put a thick strap around her waist, and one around her forehead; she
was now totally immobilized!
"What happens if I have to go to the bathroom?" Tonya asked.
"That, too, will be taken care of for you; we'll do that right
after you get done with dinner."
The Doctor pressed a button; the armrests started moving down,
puling Tonya's arms with them, and pulling her body back farther in
the chair, fully exposing her breasts! Another button, and her legs
were splayed apart, leaving her hairless pussy exposed and helpless!
One more, and the chair gently tilted back. Tonya was now ready to
be fed...
The Doctor pulled a cart filled with several different pieces
of equipment over to the chair, and took a dental spreader, placing
it in Tonya's mouth and forcing her jaws open. Next came a gag with
a large hole through the center; he slid it into her mouth, pulling
the spreader out. Two straps on the gag were fastened to hooks on
the headrest, after which the he showed Tonya a large tube.
"This is your feeding tube, Tonya," he explained, "I'm going
to put it down your throat to feed you. Swallow it."
Her eyes were wide with horror! She screamed through the gag!
His hand brought the tube closer and closer...
Tonya felt the tube going into her mouth, and past her tongue.
The Doctor inserted it slowly, steadily; Tonya started gagging, and
he stopped for a moment to let the feeling pass.
"I said SWALLOW it, Tonya! There's nothing you can do to stop
it, and if you try, you'll keep gagging!"
He continued easing the tube down Tonya's throat; she started
to swallow the tube, and it went down easily. The Doctor inserted
the tube several more inches, then gave it one final shove to get it
into her stomach.
"Feeding time, Tonya..."
He connected the tube to a small pump, which had a jar full of
something that looked like baby food. The flick of a switch, and the
pump came to life! The tube jiggled as food started moving through
it; a couple seconds later, Tonya felt the food start to fill her up
inside; she felt her stomach swell as she became more and more full!
The Doctor pressed on her stomach, touched his chin, felt her
stomach again, and with a look of satisfaction, turned the machine
off. He disconnected the tube, holding the end up high so that any
remaining food could flow down. When he was satisfied that the tube
was empty, he slowly withdrew it from inside Tonya. When the tube
was fully withdrawn, he covered the opening in the gag.
"Now, Tonya, we'll take care of your other bodily functions."
He pressed a button, and the chair tilted back more; Tonya's
legs were raised, readily exposing her anus. The Doctor moved a TV
monitor over, positioning it so that Tonya would have a direct view.
He took a video camera, positioning it for a clear shot of Tonya's
pudendum.
Tonya felt her butt cheeks being pulled apart; she looked at
the monitor, and two metal 'hands' were spreading her helpless ass
apart! A metal tube protruded into the ex-skater's immobilized anus,
opening the internal sphincter as well, and immediately started to
expand! Another tube came into view, with a sort of ball on the end.
It was threaded through the metal tube, into Tonya's bowels; it went
deeper and deeper inside her, finally stopping. The metal tube
contracted, and was withdrawn, leaving the girl's anus to close in
around it.
Next, two small metal 'fingers' parted Tonya's labia; a small
metal tube penetrated her pee-hole, slowly moving up inside her, up
to her bladder, where the motion stopped.
"Tonya," the Doctor explained, "I told you that you would be
reduced to a state of utter helplessness as part of the intensive
therapy, and that includes bodily functions; you'll have no control
whatsoever as to how or when. Now, we begin..."
Tonya felt warm water flow into her; she moaned through the
gag. Her bladder filled quickly, and the water stopped; just as
quickly, it started draining. Her bowels started feeling full from
the high colonic she was receiving. Soon, her bladder was completely
drained, and the cycle started again, but this time, with very cold
water! She gasped through the gag! Her bowels were feeling fuller
and fuller with each passing moment; she started feeling like she
would burst! She wanted to be able to release the pressure in her
tormented intestines, but was helpless to do so!
She looked at the monitor through her pain; she could see her
belly swelling from the water! Just as she felt like she was going
to burst, the water stopped flowing; she felt the pressure easing,
and she could tell that she was being emptied out...
A few minutes later, all the water was out of her bowels; she
wondered if they would be filled with cold water, like her bladder
had been. Tonya's bladder felt very uncomfortable, being filled and
inflated with nearly ice-cold water! It hadn't started yet, and she
waited, impatiently; every second started feeling like an hour, with
the fear of being filled up by an almost-freezing enema!
The Doctor watched silently. Tonya's helplessly bound body was
shivering with fear, and her eyes were wet with tears; he knew that
she was ready...
"Tonya," he said, "You must now accept the fact that you've
reached your breaking point; this is the most crucial stage of your
therapy. Your helplessness is total; I can see that you're scared as
to whether or not I'm going to fill you up with cold water. I'll
make it easy for you; I AM going to do it, because you have to cross
over the line. After this, we start building you back up again. Now,
I'll start the water flowing..."
Tonya tensed up as the Doctor started the pump; in a moment,
she screamed through the gag as the ice-cold water started to fill
her up! She struggled against the restraints as her bowels filled,
powerless to prevent the freezing intrusion! Her eyes were closed
tightly with pain and fear; she couldn't see her belly distending
from the water inside!
The water flowed for an eternity; Tonya felt like her belly
would burst at any moment! Then, suddenly, it stopped! The Doctor
removed her gag, and she groaned in pain!
"Now, Tonya," he said, with total authority, "You must confess
to me that you are totally helpless. Tell me..."
"I... I...", Tonya started, hesitating between her sobs, "I...
I'm... heh... heh..."
"Say it, Tonya!"
"Heh... heh... heh..." The remnants of Tonya's ego were trying
to exert one last shred of control over the situation...
"Keep going, Tonya..."
"Heh... hel... hel... hel... hel...p... hel...p... help...
help... me... help... me... help me..."
"SAY IT, TONYA!!!"
"Help... l... l... leh... leh... less... help... less..."
"WHAT ARE YOU, TONYA?"
"Help... lesss..." Tonya was now sobbing openly...
"SAY IT AGAIN, TONYA!!!"
"Help... lessss... help...lessss... help..lessss...", she
sobbed, the few remaining fragments of her ego giving way to the
inevitable...
"HOW HELPLESS, TONYA?"
"All... all... the... way..."
"ARE YOU TOTALLY HELPLESS, TONYA?"
"Yesss... I... I... am..."
"TELL ME THAT YOU'RE TOTALLY HELPLESS, TONYA!!!"
"I... I... I'm... to... tot... to...tal... total... totally...
help...lessss..."
"SAY IT AGAIN, TONYA!!!"
"I'm... totally... help...lessss..."
"AGAIN!!!"
"I'm... totally... help..lessss..."
"SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT, TONYA!!!"
"I'm totally... helpless...", Tonya sobbed, straining to put
her heart into it, "I'm totally helpless..."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, TONYA!!!"
The helplessly bound Harding lay silent for a moment, trying
to find the energy to convince her captor of what she was saying.
She was weak, but she had to...
"I... I... I'M TOTALLY HELPLESS, DAMMIT!!!" Tonya screamed, as
she broke into a loud wail, finally realizing the true depth of her
situation! She screamed, wailed and sobbed uncontrollably, knowing
that she'd been reduced to nothing!
At that point, the Doctor pressed the button, and the pump
started up again, emptying Tonya's bowels and bladder; she didn't
notice it through her pain. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Let the pump suck it all out of your system, Tonya..."
As Tonya continued her unearthly wailing, the Doctor noticed
that the door was ajar, went over, and found Nancy intently watching
Tonya's agony. He went into the hall with Nancy.
"Enjoying yourself, Nancy?"
"I never thought I'd see Tonya like THAT, Doctor... I mean,
you told me what you were going to do, but I just didn't realize it
would be that... that..."
"Intense?"
"Yeah..."
"It DOES tend to be a little bit... messy... at times..."
"What are you going to do next?"
I'll let her cry for as long as she needs to; she's at a point
of catharsis right now, and she needs to get everything out so we
can go on.", he explained.
He walked back into the room; looking at Tonya, still wailing,
still sobbing, he felt a twinge of guilt, but knew she'd be better
for having gone through everything. The pump turned off, having
emptied her completely. He pressed one of the buttons, and the tubes
started to withdraw from her bowels and bladder; the small urethral
tube came out quickly, but several seconds passed before the end of
the colonic tube finally came out. He pressed another button, and
the 'fingers' released her labia, followed by the 'hands' releasing
her buttocks. The Doctor moved the machine out of the way, then took
the monitor and video camera away, leaving Tonya strapped into the
chair, sobbing and wailing, oblivious to anything around her...
Chapter 14
Tonya felt something warm flowing against her body; she tried to
look around, but her head wouldn't move. Neither would her arms,
legs, or any other part of her body, she soon realized.
"You're in a whirlpool bath, Tonya," the Doctor said, "It's to
help you relax after your feeding. It tends to be kind of..." a grin
started to appear on his face, "...stressful...".
"How... how'd I get... here...?"
"I took you out of the chair after you exhausted yourself," he
explained, "After about an hour, you'd cried yourself to sleep. How
do you feel now?"
Tonya had to think about it for a while; after all the torment
she'd been through, she thought she'd be miserable, but...
"I feel... okay, I guess..."
"More relaxed? Feeling better about yourself?"
"Mmmmmm...", Tonya thought for a moment, "Yeah, I do..."
"A lot less of the hurt that you were feeling?"
Tonya had to think about it for a while. She thought about the
pain from her parents, Jeff, the Olympics, Nancy; she could barely
feel any of it now.
"Yeah! It's like it's hardly there anymore..."
"Excellent!", the Doctor replied, "That was exactly what was
supposed to happen! You see, what I did was force you into a state
of catharsis; I drove you to your breaking point, then I let you cry
until you got everything out of your system."
"So does that mean we're... done?", Tonya asked, hopefully.
"Oh, by no means," the Doctor responded, "But we're over the
biggest hurdle now, so it'll be easier from now on..."
"So what happens next?", she asked.
"Well, you'll go into training;" he explained, "Nancy will be
your trainer. She'll work with you to build up your self-esteem, and
help you get your life going again."
"NANCY???", Tonya responded, shocked, "Why would SHE help ME?"
The Doctor pressed a button, the whirlpool shut off, and the
water started draining. When the water had drained sufficiently to
allow him to reach in, he unfastened Tonya's wrist restraints, then
her forehead, waist, and finally ankle restraints, and she was free!
He helped her out of the bath, and handed her a towel; as she dried
herself off, he spoke.
"I think I'll just let you find that out for yourself, Tonya;
when you get dried off, I'll take you in for your first session with
her..."
Soon, Tonya was done drying herself; the Doctor motioned her to
follow him, and he led her out of the room. They walked down the
hall, and came to a closed door. He opened it, and they walked in.
There was no chair in the middle of this room, and Tonya felt a
flush of relief. She looked around, and saw several items sitting on
a table, but nothing that she felt any inordinate sense of fear
about...
Yet.
"Tonya, face away from the door, kneel down, with your knees
spread apart, and your hands behind your head," the Doctor ordered,
as he left the room, "Then wait, and don't move!" The door closed.
Tonya did as she was ordered; she started to worry about the
"training" that Nancy would put her through. As she waited, the fear
grew inside her; 'What is Nancy going to do to me?' she wondered.
In the next room, unbeknownst to Tonya, the Doctor and Nancy
were monitoring her intently; Nancy turned to him.
"Should I go in now?"
"No," he replied, "The longer she has to wait, the more scared
she'll get about what's going to happen to her; she'll be much more
cooperative that way. You're not in any big hurry, are you?"
"Oh, no," Nancy responded, "I was just wondering why you were
waiting so long, that's all. I guess it makes sense..."
On the TV monitor, they could see Tonya starting to fidget; she
was getting very restless as she tried to maintain her position of
obedience. She flexed her leg muscles as best she could without
losing her increasingly uncomfortable pose, but the expression on
her face told of her discomfort. The two watched and waited for a
couple more minutes, then the Doctor turned to Nancy, smiling.
"It's time..."
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