Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. (g* ped sad Mg) The Nuns drove me far out into the country, past rolling hills until we came to a giant building, kind of like I had seen in the movies. It was not quite as nice as a castle or a mansion, but it was big, with old stone walls. Instead of taking me up the front steps, they took me through a side door and then down lots of flights of stairs. They unlocked a door and pushed me in. I was busy surveying the room when I heard the key turn in the lock. And that is how I came to be in The Room. It is the size of a high school gym. It is rectangular, longer running north-south. The doors are on the east side. On the west you can only see sky through high-up windows. It used to be used to house the "forensic mental patients" so it is soundproofed. And there are still various restraints built in...old metal hooks...cracked leather belts. The north wall is padded and is at a slight 75 degree angle so if you are restrained to it, you are slightly leaning back. Later, after reforms, The Room was used as a gym, so there is still exercise equipment - like pummel horses, weight benches and those ropes that hang from the ceiling to climb. There are soft pads for acrobatics that can fold up to be used as bedding or to be bent over in different configurations. The gym fell out of use and over the years became an ad hoc storage room for the old electrical devices, the bathtubs you can zip people up into, anything deemed too cruel over time. On the south end of the room is a big communal shower with old shower heads and white tile. I curled up on the gymnastics pads and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up when I heard someone coming in. He was tall, around 6 feet tall, and completely bald. He was dressed in white and he was very serious. But he had kind eyes. "Alright then, time you've had something to eat I suppose." I rubbed my eyes and started to get up. I looked down and noticed my muddy nightgown from the night before was gone. I was now dressed in a kind of hospital gown. I realized at the same time that I was not wearing panties and that I did not know who had changed my clothes. Maybe this guy? "Come now, nothing to be afraid of." I wandered over to the card table where he had set a tray, expecting the icky oatmeal - practically gruel - that they served at the school. But the plate had fresh muffins and fruit, along with a big glass of milk. Ohhh, I hadn't seen fresh melon in so long. He must have seen my eyes and said, "Oh, look, the stuff they serve here is not fit to eat. I brought this along with my own lunch." As I stuffed my face with a blueberry muffin, completely forgetting my manners. he started to talk. "I am an orderly here at the hospital - yes, this is a hospital. You look like a bright girl, and you can probably tell this is not a standard room. The nuns don't want anyone to know you are here. It would bring shame down upon the school. This must be kept hush hush. The head of this hospital is my brother, and we are the only ones who know you are here. The school trusts me because my cousin is the pastor there. So if you go getting funny ideas about escape or finding someone to help you, it is not going to happen. I am completely in charge of you. No one knows or cares what happens in this room. You answer to me and only to me. For now, you will refer to me as "Sir." You will do everything I tell you, no matter what. The nuns tell me you suffer from hypersexuality, nymphomania if you will. Those are big words for a little girl, but I think you know what I mean. You are a bad influence on the other girls and this behavior must be stopped before it ruins the rest of your life. I am here to cure you by any means necessary. I have seen little girls like you before and I know exactly what you need." He picked up the tray and started to leave the room. He stopped and said, "You did not thank me for your breakfast. Do you want oatmeal tomorrow?" "No, please. Thank you....Sir." After He left, i started wandering around the room, poking into corners and playing with knobs and buttons. I swung on the ropes and turned on all the water in the showers all at once. Then i started to get bored. There was no one to talk to and nothing to do. So I stared and stared at those windows and planned my escape. I sat on the floor and pulled on a desk, sliding all the furniture I could manage to pull up against the wall. Then I started stacking things on top - boxes, pipes, anything i could find, stacking them high. I pulled the climbing ropes over to anchor everything and climbed up up up to the windows. The glass was criss-crossed with metal bars and when i looked out all i could see was a giant lawn that seemed to go on forever. I picked up a metal bar i had set on the box where i perched and started banging on the window. Bang! Bang! Bang! No matter how hard i banged, the window wouldn't break. And then I heard the shouting. "You get down from there this very minute! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I clambered down and he immediately grabbed me by my arm and started shaking me, "You could have killed yourself! I thought I could trust you. Wasn't I nice to you? Giving you treats?" I hung my head and nodded. "Well, I thought you would be alright here, but I can see we are going to have to medicate you and calm you down until you learn to behave." He stared at my tower of chairs and boxes angrily, then pulled a big needle out of his coat pocket. That's when i started screaming. "Oh, you don't like needles?" I shook my head violently NO He said, "Then you want your medicine some other way?" I pouted and nodded my head. "Promise to behave and take it?" I nodded. "Alright then. Off with your gown." I stared at him wide-eyed and didn't move. He reached into the pocket where he had put the needle and i quickly started to untie the gown. I didn't know what to do with it, whether i should just drop it on the floor, and i didn't know what would get me in more trouble. He held out a hand and i handed him my gown. He led me over to one of the old clawfoot tubs. It had a rubber sheath over the top that zipped up, trapping you in the tub. I didn't want to be trapped anymore and i started struggling again. He held me tight and said, "If you stay calm and do as you're told, I won't zip it up. But if you continue this behavior I'm going to zip you up and leave you." So I tried to settle down and let him set me down in the bathtub. "That's a good girl" he murmered. Then his voice got stronger and more stern, "But you still have to take your medicine." I sat naked in the empty tub, shivering a little, feeling the cold ceramic on my bare flesh. He took a bottle out of another pocket and ordered, "Open." I held my lips together as tight as i could. He grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head back, surprising me. He brought his face very close to mine and said, "The little girl is going to do as she is told" and he yanked my head back further. "Now. Open." I slowly opened my mouth and looked up at Him. He smiled. He held the bottle about a foot above my face and started pouring, aiming for my pink little mouth. The cool, thick liquid hit my throat and i started choking. It tasted of berries and almonds and rubbing alcohol. I tried to swallow, but choked, and every time I moved my head he yanked me tighter by the hair. Then he seemed to just start pouring it all over my face, along my naked breasts and down to my bare pussy. I don't know why. Maybe just because He could. Then everything got really fuzzy. And then it went dark. Everything was white when i opened my eyes. "There you are!" He said brightly. I looked around and realized I was still naked in the tub, still sticky and damp with the medicine. And then i noticed he was naked. He stroked my cheek, "Relaxed now, are we? Good girl. Feels nice, doesn't it?" He was standing over me, rubbing his stiff cock. "Now, let's try that again. And we will keep doing it until you stop fussing and choking. We will do it as many times as we have to. You will learn." I looked up at Him, confused, and he grabbed me by the hair again. He pulled hard so my head tilted back and He said, "Good girl. Just relax and take it." He was jacking off faster now, hovering over my face. He bent His knees and ordered, "Open." Then i started to understand. Even fuzzy and drunk, I started struggling. He yanked my head back harder and ordered, "Open." I opened my mouth and He cooed, "Good girl. That's the way. That's the way." A stream of ejaculate sprayed out, all over my face and i instinctively closed my mouth. He yanked me by the hair again and I opened my mouth. He aimed a stream right at it, and i was choking and spitting and drowning. He kept coming and coming, until my face was covered, my hair was soaked and it had dribbled down my chin all over my naked chest. He let go of my hair. "Good girl, good girl, that's my girl. It will get easier. Don't you worry. Come here, darling girl." And he picked me up and held me tight in his arms, smearing the cum between us as our chests rubbed together. He kissed my forehead and set me back down in the tub. He turned on the tap and checked the temperature. As the tub started to fill, he rubbed my chest, then slowly slid me down to the foot of the tub. He pushed my legs apart so the stream of water from the spout flowed directly onto my clit. It felt so good, i cried out and he rubbed my chest soothingly, "There, isn't that nice? See, I know how to make the girl feel good. Just relax, just surrender to it. That's my girl." It felt so good, i lay back as the warm water started filling around me. I held my head up a little so it wouldn't get wet and He cradled my head in his arms. I started feeling warm all over and then came the slow spasms and my body started jerking. "Yes, yes, yes..." I don't know which of us was saying it but my hips were bucking up into the stream of water and every muscle tensed and i started splashing at the water with my little hands until i couldn't take it anymore and had to slide backwards. He helped me as i slid up, and held me floating in His arms until the spasms stopped. He soaped up His hands and started washing me. He ran his hands gently all over my body, avoiding my sensitive, throbbing clit, but spending what seemed like an awful lot of time soaping my anus. When i was all clean He picked me up and dried me off. He laid me down somewhere warm and soft, and i drifted off into strange dreams as i listened to him moving the chairs and boxes, taking away my escape.