Amnesia Ch. 01

Amnesia Chapter One

"What is your name?"

Amanda Phillips was 5'5" tall, or 160 cm. She was 120 lbs, or 55 kg, or eight and a half stone. She had auburn hair with, some would say, amazing tission highlights. Dark eyebrows made her lucky. She didn't have to pencil on an expression every morning as many red-headed girls did. Her eyes were kind of green, a bluish green, no, maybe more blue, let's say hazel. Her breasts were 32C, topped with pink nipples. They became erect easily and frequently. She had just turned eighteen last Wednesday. Her pubic hair was auburn and curly, and she loved to run her fingers through it as she masturbated herself to orgasm with the index and pointer fingers of her other hand. Sometimes she pressed right down hard on her button as she finished. Other times she gripped her clitoris by its hood and wiggled it: up and down, back and forth. When she had time, she often gave herself several orgasms, mostly thinking about Brad stroking her, getting her ready. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a matching pink.

An awful metal banging filled Amanda's ears. "Breakfast!" A metal tray banged into her slot. She had a slot?

She opened her eyes to see her gloomy hand. Her pink fingernail polish was horribly chipped and ruined. It was dark. Something was very wrong.

Amanda looked around. She was in a padded room, around ten by ten feet or three by three meters. A tray was sitting in the slot on the door. Was it breakfast? She was ravenous.

Ooh. Amanda was sore as she moved off the padded floor. Even her throat was sore, like when you're coming down with something. She hoped she would be able to choke whatever it is down. It would be a struggle with a throat like this.

It was breakfast. Num! She took a bite of the biscuit. Sausage patty! She stuffed it in with the biscuit bite. Too hungry for silverware! Num! And this egg! Fried solid! Slightly warm! Don't care! Num! More biscuit! She guzzled the orange juice, which was still ice cold. Num! "Could I have more?" she begged the door. "More food?"

The tray door squeaked open. Brilliant light shone through. The tray disappeared. The tray, or perhaps a different tray, reappeared, filled with food. The same food. Food getting cold. Num!

The second tray of food suffered the same fate as the previous. Amanda belched. That was better.

Amanda's lady place and butthole hurt like the dickens! What the hell was going on? She was naked, so she curled down to examine between her legs as best she could. It looked normal, a little angry perhaps. Bush intact. No tattoos or piercings, thankfully. What the hell?

The last thing Amanda remembered, she had been walking home from school. Now she was in a padded room, stark naked, shoveling nearly cold food into her gullet with both hands. "What the hell is going on?!?" she shouted at the door.

"Put your clothes on! Are you decent?" came back a man's voice through the door.

"It's dark in here!" Amanda shouted back.

Amanda was blinded by brilliant antiseptic light. Once her eyes recovered from the light, she looked around the room. The walls and floor were dingy. The pile of fabric in the corner were clothes: white institutional panties, a white institutional bra, size 32C, a light blue hospital gown, and light blue hospital slippers. She put on the slippers. She slipped on the panties. She stood up and put on the bra. It fit well enough. She put on the hospital gown, which didn't really tie. Whatever. "Okay, I'm decent."

The door opened. The person on the other side was nondescript: tall, about six feet, black hair, rough looking, jacket, slacks, taser. She didn't want to cross him. "It's time for Dr. Wong to check you out. I'm awfully glad I don't have to dress you and drag you all the way over there."

"Where am I?" Amanda asked.

"Roxalton," he replied. "It's a mental health facility."

"Loony bin," she retorted.

"We don't use those words," he insisted.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am guard number 8347," he replied, "but you can call me Ronald."

"Lead on, guard Ronald," Amanda said.

It was around the corner and behind two locked doors. Guards had to buzz them through. Security was tight. "Here we are," said Ronald, walking through an open door.

There was an old, old, old, old Asian man inside, presumably Dr. Wong. He was not dead but looked wrinkly and scabby enough to be. "My child!" Dr. Wong enthused. "My dear child. It's so good to see you on your feet with your eyes bright with intelligence! When they brought you in yesterday you were catatonic!"

"What is that?" Amanda asked.

"It means that you looked awake, but you didn't respond to anything," Wong said. "Sometimes, people never recover from that. I'm so happy! Hop up on the table, please." It was a gynecological exam table, with stirrups and everything.

"Why this table?" Amanda asked suspiciously. "Shouldn't you be checking my eyes and stuff?"

"Oh my dear," said Dr. Wong, looking away. "Oh my dear."

"What's wrong doctor?"

"You don't remember anything, do you?" asked Dr. Wong.

"Well," said Amanda. "I remember that my name is Amanda. I remember I was walking home from school, then I woke up here."

"According to your photo ID," Wong said, "your name is Mia Pheresen."

The name didn't even sound familiar to her. "Well, you know more than I do, then. What the hell is going on?!?"

The guard, Ronald, bounced off of his slouch against the far wall.

Wong put out calming hands. "Don't get agitated, my dear."

She noticed the taser on Ronald's belt. Amanda or Mia, let's just say for the hell of it Mia, said calmly, "What is happening, doctor?"

"My dear, I don't know how quite to say this," the ancient man faltered. He was practically crying.

"Spit it out," Mia said. She looked at Ronald and his taser. "Please. Spit it out, please."

"My dear you've suffered," said Wong. "You've suffered sexual assault."

"A sexual assault?" Mia repeated incredulously. "Someone raped me??"

"Some sexual assault. Yes," Wong croaked.

"A lot of girls get raped," said Mia. "They don't end up in the loony bin. So why am I here?"

"At some point during the brutality," Wong said, "you became catatonic. The police found you that way. They collected your... evidence... but they could go no further. That is why you've been institutionalized pending identification of your parents or relatives."

"Parents," said Mia.

"Parents," Wong acknowledged. "You're lucky, because you're just a child, and young innocents such as yourself who are raped as brutally and continuously by as many men as you were over a period of perhaps days often suffer dissociative breaks or worse, but you seem to be doing better than most. What is your name?"

"Amanda," she said. "Or maybe it's Mia. You can call me either."

"You seem to identify with Amanda more at the moment," said Wong. "Can you think of anything distinctive about Mia?"

"You're speaking gibberish," she said. "Call me either name, it's fine. I can't think of much right now because my you-know-what, my butt, and my throat hurt so damn much!"

"Let me get you some Ibuprofin," Wong soothed. He fished out two tablets and poured her a glass of water. She downed the pills and chased them with a sip of the water. "We should get to examining you. Up on the table, please."

Mia scooted onto the table. "I can understand my... you know... hurting after such an ordeal, but why do my throat and butt hurt? Did he give me a disease? And does Ronald have to be here? It makes it kind of hard to talk doctor to patient about these things."

Dr. Wong ignored her questions. "Panties off," he ordered.

"Ronald is right there," complained Amanda. "When I'm up in the stirrups, he'll be looking right down my... thing, and everything. Can't he wait outside?"

"He's here for safety, my dear," said Wong. "And in case my heart stops once you fully reveal your angelic beauty." He smiled and winked.

It was pervy, definitely pervy, but he was old enough to be her grandfather at least. He was probably trying to be lighthearted about the whole thing. He was from a different era, way, way, way before me-too. She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt and chuckled half-heartedly. She reached up and slid her panties down to her calves. They fell the rest of the way. She stepped out of them, folded them, and put them on the chair. Wong was readying his instruments. Ronald was paying the situation as much attention as he could without being overtly creepy. She giggled. She was making his day, and perhaps his night as well.

"Up, up, up on the table my dear," scolded the doctor. "Please don't dawdle."

She sat back on the examination table, scooted back, set her feet wide in the stirrups, and opened her knees. She noticed Ronald's eyes bulging. It made her feel kind of warm inside. She smiled. "Good enough view for you, Ronald?"

Ronald grinned and motioned at her to pull up her skirt. "You wish," she jibed.

"My darling, scoot forward," instructed the doctor. "Scoot. Scoot. Scoot. More. Just a little more." Now her butt was up against the edge of the table, her legs spread wide, every detail of her naughty bits hanging out in the bright light for Ronald to see. He grinned and made a perfect sign.

"Doctor," Mia complained. "Ronald is perving on me."

"That sounds bad," said Wong, turning around and eyeing the guard. "You behave and don't torment the patients, or you'll be off this detail," the doctor scolded.

Ronald got a serious look on his face and looked away. He folded his arms.

"This will hurt a little," said Wong, jabbing a cold metal tool into her vagina. It hurt like hell. "I'm terribly sorry my dear." Some kind of hinge in the thing pried open her vaginal tunnel. Mia groaned in pain. It felt like the skin of her womb was being pried apart.

The doctor poked and prodded. There were dull pains and small sharp pains. "Okay, we're mostly done. I have good news, my dear. You won't need surgery. It looks like no permanent damage. Just abrasions and contusions. Good news. Oh, by the look of it, you must be in agony! I have a balm I can apply."

"Please doctor," said Mia hopefully.

"But first, we must examine your other hole," said Wong. "We believe your attackers ventured there as well. I'm so sorry to explain such a disgusting thing to you. Were you a virgin before this?"

"Yeah," Mia grimaced. "Yes, doctor." The wide open hinge was still prying her painfully open.

Relief. The hinge was closed. The metal tool scraped out of her like sandpaper. A tear dripped from Mia's left eye. She blinked to clear the right one.

"This may hurt," said the doctor.

Mia gasped as a freezing cold iron spike slowly penetrated her butthole relentlessly: up, up, up, and up. It scraped painfully all the way up her ass. The cold was actually somewhat comforting. Then there was a hinge. "Oh God!" Mia squeaked. "Oh my God! That's painful!"

"I'm so sorry, my dear," said Wong. Ronald behind him was frowning, but he was gazing, gazing fixedly. After some poking and prodding with metal tools, Dr. Wong said, "You're fine. No major bleeding, thank goodness. The rectum is a very resilient organ. It should heal rapidly." The painful hinge closed and the freezing cold rod was extracted.

"How is she?" said a booming voice in the doorway. Mia couldn't look around to see this person.

"No permanent damage downstairs," Wong said. "Except the hymen."

"Well, obviously the hymen," said the booming voice. "She was a virgin, eh? Gruesome."

"Please, sir," said Wong. "She's in a delicate state of mind."

"Carry on," said the man in the door, retreating.

Dr. Wong walked around the table and shut the door. "All the painful part is over, Mia, Amanda, which name do you like?"

"Still no preference," she said. "The balm?"

"Of course, my dear." Wong raised a bottle and squirted a jelly-like liquid onto his gloved hand. He spread it across his fingers and then spread it across her sensitive crotch region. He spread it across her lips down there. Her lips were modest, not floppy like some vaginas she'd seen on the Internet. He spread it all around her lips and started nudging his fingers into her hole a bit. As a matter of course, his fingers and thumb stroked across her little bean a bit. It felt kind of good. Such a relief, this balm.

Mia purred as Wong continued to stroke the balm over her nether lips and increasingly swollen bean. She realized that at some point she'd started rocking her hips to the tempo of the doctor's stroking fingers.

"We should salve your backside too," said Wong. Flicking her bean with the thumb of one hand, his other gloved hand strayed down to her anus. Another cold squirt, this time directed at her butthole. The splash was cold, but it felt comforting, very comforting. His finger spiraled around and then poked in, stroking and comforting her sensitive anal ring.

"Yes," Mia squeaked.

"You want more?" Wong ventured. He slipped off the glove that had touched her anus.

"Yessss," Mia moaned, her eyes closed.

Something pushed against her mouth. "Open wide," the doctor ordered. A big squishy ball filled her mouth. Something snapped at the back of her head. "We can't make much noise." His thumb stroked faster on her bean as his bare hand traced delicately on her lips. He wasn't doing her exact thing, but having it done by someone else was about a hundred times better than doing it to yourself. She hadn't known that, but she sure knew it now!

"MMMMMMMMMMFFH!" Mia moaned and thrashed through the gag. Best orgasm ever!

"Yes, that's good," said Wong, his ancient eyes twinkling. "Was that good?"

Mia nodded vigorously.

"You want more?" the doctor asked.

Mia nodded vigorously.

"My, you are a needy slut, aren't you?" Wong asked rhetorically. He sighed. "My hands are tiring. Ronald, come here." Ronald kicked off the wall. He was right there. "Ronald, do you know how to perform oral sex on a woman?"

"Absolutely doctor," Ronald assured him.

"Would you please give Mia an orgasm with your tongue, your lips, whatever," ordered Wong. "Please understand, her holes are damaged, so you can't employ your penis. I'll coach you as needed."

"Yes doctor." Ronald dived in enthusiastically.

Mia was already worked all the way up, so Ronald's warm tongue slip-sliding on her sensitive lips and button had an immediate effect. She moaned hard into the ball gag as her hips rocked and her legs shook in ecstasy. This was ecstasy, Mia thought. This was so much better than fingers! Orgasm after orgasm, it was better!

She was fairly sure her name was Amanda, but these people assured her that her name was Mia. Surely she had a life before she walked home from school that day. Surely she'd had a name. She remembered something...

The tall grizzled man's thick cock opened her core, hitting viciously and with overwhelming pleasure against her womb. Seed me! She shrieked. At the same time the muscular man's cock thrust up her asshole again, sending throbbing sparkles of pleasure throughout her loins and up into her face. Ugh! And then down her throat again, a third cock choking her, filling her throat, trapping her screams, taking her mind. And then all three together. The tall man's cock leapt against her womb, fiercely arrowing his hot viscous gruel into her core. The muscular man squeezed her as he exploded hotly in her back channel, sending warmth throughout her body. Then spilling hotly straight into her stomach, the mouth rapist. These men were rapists. Remembering them in vivid and excruciating erotic detail, she thrashed in orgasm and moaned into her ball gag with hot wet delight.

(To be continued)