A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE CAN DRIVE YOU CRAZY

	by ROD

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	The following story is fiction.  If you think that any of the people, places, actions or situations are real, you are wrong and crazy.  Coincidences and suggestions happen, but are not to be believed.  Parts of what will be related are designed to be bizarre and erotic, but I hope they will offend no one.
	Synopsis: A young intelligent woman discovers some dirty politics and ends up in a mental hospital.

	CHAPTER ONE

	"Beth," I said to myself, "Now what are you going to do.  It's decision time."
	Elizabeth Townsend is my full name and I was a working girl, having decided to take a long break after my junior year in college where I was majoring in economics.  At age 21 I was pretty much on my own with not much in the way of family.  My real father had died when I was quite young.  Mother had remarried but had succumbed to cancer four years ago leaving me with a stepfather who I had never really warmed up to.  Mom had left me with a trust which had been controlled by him until I reached 18, but even now money was tight and so work seemed like a good idea.
	My stepfather had suggested I work for a physician who was running for state comptroller.  At first the job had sounded like something that held no appeal for me, but I still went ahead with the interview.  The physician turned out to be a rather attractive psychiatrist by the name of Rolf Gorman, who owned and ran several mental institutions.  He no longer was in active practice, having decided to more or less be a business man and politician, and was looking for someone to assist with the financial aspects of his campaign.  In particular, someone to help a Certified Accountant with the contributions and expenses.  It was the salary that had sold me on the job.  Besides, the work would finish when he was elected or defeated, so I could then return to college.  So I was pleased when Dr. Gorman had hired me.
	In addition, I was happy that he and the others running on the ticket seemed to have the best interests of the people in mind.  At least this was my first impression.
	But as time passed, things gradually changed, and now, I was faced with a difficult situation.  The Certified Accountant had quit or been fired for reasons that were not apparent.  I had been moved up and now had considerable more responsibility for the contributions.  As such I had taken upon myself the task of making sure that the monies were from reputable companies and individuals.  
	Within two weeks I had discovered that some of the companies were just fronts for other organizations with unclear backgrounds.  When I explained my finding to Dr. Gorman, he answered, "Beth, don't you worry your pretty head about where the money comes from.  I'm sure the sources are legitimate.  Just do your job.  Besides, I personally know some of these people."
	For a few days, I didn't worry.  But the situation made me very uneasy, so I began to dig deeper and keep some detailed notes on the office computer.  At the end of each day, I would transfer the notes onto floppy disks, take them to my apartment and load them onto my computer where they were in a "locked" file, accessible only by using a password.
	With only one month left in the campaign I was becoming more convinced that my boss was accepting money that would help him get elected but which would require "payback" later.  He was selling his soul.  Still, I didn't have enough hard data.  At least I didn't until I got a call back from the "Better Business Associates".  I had previously asked them anonymously about a corporation which had made a very big contribution, and after doing a little research they phoned to say that the corporation appeared to me a Mafia front.  I hung up on them before they had a chance to ask why I had inquired.
	So now I had to make a decision.  I could keep my mouth shut and continue working, quit, or tell someone what my boss was doing. I considered the other key members of the party slate but they might be just as "dirty".  The police would laugh at me because so far my boss had not as yet done anything that was truly illegal.  The answer probably was to contact some investigative reporter for a newspaper, and let him decide if he wanted to make a few head lines.  That would appear to be the best way to ensure that my boss didn't get elected.
	There was certainly danger to me involved with this approach, but I sort of enjoyed the  unusual.  This was especially true of bizarre, erotic and threatening situations.  Bondage was a real turn on for me, but I didn't want to go up against the Mafia.
	So I chose to put the latest information on a disk, take it home and then make a final decision over the weekend and after a little more thought.  Seeing that it was getting close to the end of my day, I turned off my computer and started to clean up my desk.  At that point my phone rang.
	It was Marsha, Dr. Gorman's secretary.  "Beth, Dr. Gorman would like to have a conference with you in his office at 4:50 today.  He knows it is late but hopes you won't mind being a little late going home.  Bring your accounting books."
	I wondered what this was all about but answered that I would be there.  I used the restroom and made sure I looked okay.  Dr. Gorman demanded attractive clothes, especially those that emphasized ones figure, saying that visitors made bigger contributions when they saw good looking staff.  I thought that the pink soft form fitting sweater, leather skirt and vest would be more than acceptable.
	When I arrived in Marsha's office, she told me to have a seat and Dr. Gorman would be with me in a few minutes.  "I'm having a cup of coffee and there is some left in the pot.  Would you like a cup, or a coke?" she asked.
	"That would be nice, thanks," I answered.  I sat there looking through one of his psychiatric journals and sipping the coffee, my mind still thinking about what I was going to do.
	About ten minutes later, Marsha picked up her phone and said, "Dr. Gorman, sorry to interrupt but Beth is waiting..........Good...........If it's all right with you, I'm going to leave...Yes, and have a nice weekend yourself."  Then she turned to me and said, "He said he will be with you very shortly and apologized for keeping you waiting.  See you on Monday, Beth."
	I said goodbye and watched as she left.  I finished my cup of coffee and walked around her office looking at the diplomas and pictures, but also glancing at he material on her desk, thinking I might find some incriminating information.
	At that point, the door to the inner office opened and Dr. Gorman came out extending his hand and saying, "Beth, sorry to keep you waiting.  Come into my office and bring me up to date on things."
	I sat down in the chair in front of his desk opposite him, admiring the neatness of the desktop as well as the impressive quality of the furniture.  "Where would you like me to start, Sir?"
	"Well, let me first tell you how happy I have been with your work.  It has been excellent although it must be a little boring for you.  Now give me a broad outline of our contributions and our campaign expenses."
	This I did, showing him the accounting books, and explaining that there was a sizable unspent amount that I anticipated he would need for TV and radio advertising in the final month.  He went over the figures and asked a few questions.  Then he said, "Beth, I'm glad you are keeping the details of the donations in a separate book like I asked you."
	"Yes, Sir, although I'm not sure that is how a CPA would do it."  In fact I knew he had some devious reason in mind.
	"Well, it makes things easier for me.  And I see that you have sent acknowledgments to all the donors.  Very good.  Now I do want to ask you about one thing.  This noon while you were at lunch, Marsha took a call from the Better Business Associates looking for a Sally Shepard.  We don't have anyone on our staff by that name but it was your phone that rang.  Do you know anything about it?"
	My heart raced and I'm sure my face became a little flushed as I tried to think of a plausible story but could not come up with one.  So I decided to be honest about it.
	"Yes, Sir.  I called them using that anonymous name to check out one of the donor companies.  I was trying to keep you from accepting money from an organization that went against your best interests."
	"And what did you find out, Beth?"
	"That the company had Mafia connections, Sir."
	"And when were you going to inform me of this possibility?"
	"Er, I guess when I could be sure that it was a fact."
	The tone of his voice changed and he rather angrily said, "Didn't I tell you that I would worry about this sort of thing and that it was of no concern of yours?"
	By now I was not only feeling very red in the face and hot all over, but also was strangely a little light headed.  Still I was thinking well enough to say, "Sir, I'm sorry.  Obviously I have let you down and gone against your wishes.  I think that under these circumstances, I should resign as of this minute."
	"Let me think about that for a minute, but here's a piece of paper and pen.  Go ahead and write out your resignation.  Please date it and put down the time."
	I took the pen from him and tried to formulate some appropriate words, but now I was having difficulty thinking, couldn't even remember the date, and had trouble holding the pen.   With help from him I did manage to scribble the words, "I resign," and signed my name.  Suddenly the thought occurred to me that the coffee might have had some drug in it.
	Dr. Gorman's next words sounded as if he was talking in an echo chamber.  "Beth, obviously you have been under considerable strain and I believe you are having a nervous breakdown.  I also strongly suspect that you have quite a few secrets to tell me.  As a licensed psychiatrist I am therefore going to sign an involuntary commitment order and have you admitted to one of my hospitals.  The staff here will certainly concur, particularly when they see the damage you did to my office."
	Slurring my words, I tried to say, "Wha....damage.  You can't do that...."
	He stood and pushed his desk lamp onto the floor where it broke, pulled books from the bookcase, and threw various papers and files all over the place.  Then he went to the door and called out, "As I suspected she is having delusions and an attack of acute paranoia.  Come get her but be careful.  She may bite or become more violent."
	To my dismay and horror, two rather heavily built men dressed in dark blue, coverall uniforms came in with a stretcher and two equipment bags.  I clumsily tried to run but one of the men easily caught and held me while the other removed a stretcher blanket and then unzipped what looked like a long, heavy rubber bag.  The two of them wrestled me down as I ineffectively thrashed, spit and yelled.  The bag was zipped up to my neck and two inch wide straps were pulled tight around several spots in my body, making me feel like a mummy.
	My thoughts immediately went back in time to when I talked one of my college roommates into wrapping me tightly in a blanket and then using duck tape to keep me from escaping.  I had become extremely aroused and finally climaxed when she fondled me through the blanket.
	Now in my semi-delirious state I was again feeling very excited, my private parts becoming very sensuous and wet.  Bound tightly to the stretcher and beginning to sweat inside the rubber sack, my body was further covered with the blanket.  I was still trying my best to yell for help but realized that all the other workers had undoubtedly left the building.
	Dr. Gorman said, "Poor little Beth.  I wonder whether insanity runs in your family.  But we can't have you making a lot of noise when we take you out to the waiting ambulance.  Boys, put that mask on her and give her a chance to breathe some of that obstetrical anesthetic."
	The mask resembled a gas mask and encased much of my head.  I tried holding my breath but finally had to start inhaling the rather sweet smelling agent.  Everything became fuzzy and I drifted off into another world.

	CHAPTER TWO

	I gradually became aware of a slowing of the vehicle I was riding in, and then it all began to come back.  I had been drugged, strapped tightly into a body bag and then anesthetized.  Damn that Dr. Gorman.  Oh yes, he was having me committed.  I was a little turned on by the idea, but knew it could be a nightmare.  So I resolved then and there to do my best to get out of the predicament and then make sure that he never was elected.
	I started struggling against the tight straps but this just made me sweat a little more.  Looking around I realized I was in an ambulance that was now backing up and stopping.  The two goons in the front seat got out and opened the back doors as I decided to act like I was still unconscious.  They pulled the stretcher out, unfolded the legs and started wheeling me into a large building.
	"Come on Beth," one of them said.  "I know you are awake.  We didn't give you that much anesthesia."
	I didn't respond to what he said, but when he slapped my face hard I yelled, "You bastard.  You're going to find that abducting someone means a lot of jail time."
	"Shut up.  We've got your properly completed commitment papers and are just following orders."
	"You know damn well you are accessories to a crime and I'm going to make sure that Dr. Gorman and you two are going to suffer for it.  People are going to start looking...mmmpf," my speech stopped suddenly as the guy at the head of the stretcher shoved some type of rag into my mouth.
	In the receiving area of the hospital we were met by an overweight woman in her forties, wearing a blue shirt and pants.  Keys dangled from her belt and she looked like she could be dangerous.  "Is this the patient from Dr. Gorman?" she asked.
	"Yes, and she's got a foul mouth as well as being wild.  She really made a mess of his office, so be careful," one of the men said.
	"Well, let me get one of the orderlies and then you two can help get her processed.  Dr. Gorman called and gave us the admitting orders which should take a little starch out of her sails.  Is she oriented?"
	"Who the hell knows?" was the guy's reply.
	The nurse used the phone to make a call and a few minutes later an orderly appeared pushing a large cage on wheels.  On top of the cage was a box.
	"Okay boys.  Let's get her out of that bag," said the nurse.
	They undid the straps and began unzipping the bag.  As soon as my arms were free, I yanked out the rag gag and started cussing them, using every profanity I had ever heard. The two goons grabbed my wrists and ducked as I spit and twisted. The orderly quickly went to the box and returned with leather cuffs which he and the nurse were able to strap around my wrists.  They then rolled me face down and fastened the cuffs together behind my back with a snap link.  I felt the bag being unzipped the rest of the way and soon my ankles were cuffed and linked like my wrists.
	"She's a fighter, isn't she?  And look at those nice clothes.  That leather outfit and the cashmere sweater probably set her back a good penny, and they look like they would fit my daughter.  Let's get them off her but be careful not to rip them 'cause I'm taking them home..  And boy has she been sweating," observed the nurse.
	It took them a while but despite my attempts to kick, yank, spit and bite, the four of them succeeded in stripping me naked.  This required un-linking my ankles and wrists momentarily to slide things off me, but I never got a chance to land a solid blow on any of them.  The men were getting an unobstructed look at my body and I also was subjected to pawing of my breasts and other parts.  Then the orderly held the top of the cage open while the other two men deposited me into it.  The cage top slammed shut and was latched.
	For the first time in my life, I really felt like a dog.  I knelt with my wrists attached behind me, and stared out at the four of them through the steel mesh openings.
	The nurse turned to the two ambulance goons and said, "Thanks for you help.  Burt and I can handle her now unless you want to stick around and see the show."
	"We've got nothing better to do and I'm getting a hard-on just looking at her.  What are you going to do with her?"
	"Cool her down a bit and get her secured for the night.  Just follow us if you want to watch."
	They pushed the cage with me rocking from side to side within it,  to an elevator and we went down one floor to a rather dingy basement area.  Numerous rooms opened off the corridor and some of the doors had small thick windows in them.  I was rolled into what appeared to be a large bathroom with several large sinks, toilets, some big sinks, several large tables and a shower area with a central drain.  The cage was positioned right over the drain, the nurse went over to the wall and returned pulling a hose with a nozzle on the end of it.
	I suddenly realized what was going to happen and started yelling.  A second later I was hit right in the mouth by a forceful, solid stream of icy cold water that knocked me back against the cage wall.   My yells turned to cries and then pleas for mercy as she pushed the nozzle through one of the mesh openings and then another, directing the stream at just about every pore and opening of my body.  I was douched from below, my nostrils irrigated, my ear canals filled and I felt like I swallowed a gallon of water.  When she finally turned the stream off, I lay weak and shivering on the bottom of the cage.
	A moment later, I was pulled from the cage and clung limply on the orderly as the nurse partially dried me with a towel.  "We don't want you to catch cold, Beth.  Now let's get you into a nice jacket," she said.
	I was too weak to resist as they thrust my arms into the sleeves of a thick canvas strait jacket.  I was pushed face down on the floor as one of my tormentors laced me up and tightened the cross straps as much as possible.  Then my arms were pulled around through side loops and fastened behind me.  The final indignity was feeling a strap pulled between my thighs and snugged up against my vagina and clitoris.  The fact that the link between my ankles was replaced with a one foot strap didn't make me feel any better.
	The nurse then grabbed a handful of my hair and more or less pulled me down the corridor to a side room with one of the small windowed doors.  The orderly unlocked and opened it.  The small room was dimly lit my a light recessed in the high ceiling and I gasped when I saw that the walls and floor were covered by thick black rubber or vinyl.
	With a final push I was shoved into the room, the light went off and the door slammed shut as I fell onto the floor exhausted.  For a moment I just lay curled there catching my breath.  My hair was wet but at least the cell was warmer than the shower room.  When I tried to stretch out I realized that the room was only about four feet square.  I rolled over on my back with my knees bent slightly and began to tug and jerk with my arms, testing whether there was enough slack to allow me to get out of the jacket.  Such was not the case but when I lifted with my arms, it tightened the strap against my perineum and the result was a wave of arousal. 
	I had often fantasized about being in a strait jacket and with a little finger fondling these thoughts had usually resulted in some very powerful orgasms.  Now I was experiencing the restraint, immobility and tightness of the real thing and the result was even more powerful.  My fears and concerns played second fiddle to my erotomania as I tugged and jerked my way to a wonderful conclusion, falling into a deep slumber soon afterwards.
	The passage of time was difficult to sense but I was awakened by very bright light.  Looking up I saw that someone had turned on a bank of recessed spotlights that were almost blinding.  I rolled on my side and turned my head to look at the rubber mat under me, trying to get back to sleep.  My mind now reviewed all that happened and I began to wonder exactly what was going to happen to me.  How much did Dr. Gorman know?  How long would I be here and what would they do to me?  Who would worry and try to find out what had happened to me?  My stepfather?
	Finally the lights went off again and I got back to sleep only to be interrupted every one to two hours during the remainder of the night.  By morning, I was hardly rested but had decided to act less aggressively towards my 'keepers'.  Finally the dim light was turned on and I could see the eyes of someone looking in the little window.
	The door was unlocked and opened slightly as a female voice said, "Sit back against the far wall and don't try anything funny."  I complied and the door opened fully, allowing a small wiry brunette and a huge black man to enter.  They both were in blue "scrub" clothes commonly worn by nurses and orderlies.
	"I'm Sally and this is Ben.  I hope you've had a good night," she said sarcastically.
	I answered, "It would have been good except that someone kept turning klieg lights on.  Now please get whoever is in charge of this place.  There will be less of an investigation if I get out of here immediately."
	They both smiled.
	"Well, let's see," Sally said.  "It's Saturday and it's unlikely that any of the doctors will be in over the weekend unless it's an emergency.  In your case, Ben and I are in charge of you until Gretchen comes on duty late this afternoon.  You met her last night.  Now I'd be happy to be sure that the bright lights don't bother you.  Ben, keep an eye on her while I get something, and then you can give her some breakfast and water."
	"My bladder is full.  Are you going to let me use the toilet?" I asked, but Sally had already left.  I looked at Ben but he just smiled and shook his head.
	Sally returned almost immediately carrying a roll of something blue in her hand.  "Ben, pull her over here and hold her by that ugly mop of hair.  Looks like Gretchen didn't let her use a brush after her bath last night."
	Rather roughly I was dragged up onto my knees.  Ben stood behind me holding my hair tightly, while Sally stood in front, straddling my thighs.  "You'll like this tape that vets use," she observed as she started winding the three or four inch wide stuff around my head.  The first pass covered my eyes and from then on I was completely unable to see.  I was afraid she would cover my entire face but she stayed above the mid portion of my cheeks.
	"Ma'am, I didn't mean to complain.  Please take the tape off."
	"Too late, Beth."  She pressed the end of the roll in place and Ben pulled me back until I was again sitting.
	"I don't think I like you two very much," I said.
	"Oh, you're going to just love us."  There was a moment of silence and then she continued, "Okay, Ben has placed a dog bowl filled with water and one filled with your breakfast along the sidewall near the front.  You'll be able to find it but be careful not to knock them over.  Have a good day.  Oh, be sure to eat all the food.  You're going to need every bit of possible nourishment."
	"But what about letting me use the toilet?" I yelled but my question was followed by the sound of the door shutting firmly and the lock clicking.
	I got over on my knees and slowly inched my way along a side wall until I got to the door without encountering the dishes.  But on the other side I was able to locate them with a knee.  Then I bent forward and explored the dishes with my nose.  One contained a mush without much odor and the other water.  The next question was how does one drink from a dog bowl.  Obviously the answer was to try lapping but my tongue wasn't quite the same as a dogs.  Still, I was slowly able to swallow a small amount with considerable effort.  Then I tried the mush which had a grainy taste and wasn't particularly appetizing.  In fact I thought it might be dog food and decided I wasn't hungry.
	Sitting back I wondered how I might get the wrapping off my head and tried rubbing against the wall and then the floor but the rubber surface was just too smooth.  So after a few desultory efforts to get out of the jacket, I lay back and tried to sleep.  But by now my bladder was very uncomfortable.  I did a little yelling but there was no response, so I got as close to the door as possible, squatted and let go, hoping that the urine would not just pool on the rubber mat beneath me.  Then I got myself into the far corner and sat with my back against the wall, snoozing.
	Time seemed to just creep by but finally I heard the door open and Sally said, "Well Beth, have you been a good girl?"
	"May I call you Sally?" I asked in return.
	"No, you may not.  Refer to me as nurse or ma'am.  And I see you've pissed and haven't eaten.  Well stand up and we'll get you cleaned up.  Ben, bring the hose."  As she said this, she used a pair of scissors to cut off the tape encircling my head.
	Because of what had happened with a hose previously, I dreaded what I was faced with, but the hose didn't have the force and he directed the cold stream at my crotch and then down my legs after which he washed the floor mat letting the water run out of the cell and down a floor drain.
	"That should make you feel better," Sally said and came into the padded cell carrying a two inch wide leather collar which she buckled and locked around my neck.  Snapping a short chain to a ring on the collar, she gave my a strong tug and I nearly fell, struggling to follow her out into the corridor.
	We went past the large bathroom area and into what looked like an office or examining room.  There was a desk, a couple of small chairs, an exam table, some cabinets and something that immediately caught my attention.  It was a large, wooden chair with arms and a high straight back.  The seat was V-shaped to support the thighs but with a space between them.  And numerous rather threatening looking leather straps and rings were situated at various points.
	Ben and Sally rather roughly pushed me onto the chair and pulled straps tight across my jacketed body.  Then my bare thighs and legs were strapped into position.  As if this were not enough in the way of restraint, Sally put a leather head harness on me and used a short chain to fasten the top strap to a ring on the back of the chair.
	"Nurse, what are you going to do to me?" I blurted out.
	"Beth, just shut up.  I don't want you talking except to answer questions.  Understand?"  I nodded.  "Good.  Otherwise I'll use that tape to cover not only your eyes but also your mouth.  Now since you didn't eat your breakfast, we are going to feed you."
	I was about to explain that I wasn't hungry but remembered what she had said about speaking.  She picked up something that I later learned was a dental gag and I responded by clenching my teeth only to have Ben use one hand to pinch my nostrils and the other to cover my mouth.  I struggled ineffectively to free my head and breathe.  Just as I was beginning to panic, he removed the hand from my mouth, I gasped for breath and Sally popped in the gag, quickly spreading it widely and forcing my mouth wide open.
	Then she went over to the sink and returned with a bowl of the mush which she began to ladle into my mouth.  I found it next to impossible to swallow the stuff with my mouth open and soon began to cough the stuff out violently.  She waited a moment and then had Ben try his best, but the results were similar.
	"Ben, this is getting us nowhere as Dr. Gorman predicted.  I guess we have to resort to the tube, but I doubt if our patient will like it any better.  Maybe next time she will decide to eat what we give her."
	From one of the cabinets she got a long, red rubber tube onto which she squeezed a little lubricant and then started passing it into my right nostril.  Ben held onto my head harness as I tried to twist away from them.  A few seconds later I could feel the tube in the back of my throat as she commanded me to swallow, but again this proved difficult with the gag in my mouth.  I guess she realized this for she removed the gag and within a few minutes the tubes was down to my stomach.  Then she hung a bottle of white liquid and used a connecting tube to hook the bottle to my feeding tube.  For the next hour or so the stuff dripped into me, and all I could do was sit there.
	Sally and Ben had not stayed to watch me quickly tire of struggling against the straps and then just sitting there bored and uncomfortable.  I certainly wished the seat was padded.
	They returned soon after the bottle was empty and my stomach felt quite full.  Sally asked, "Beth, do you want to try to have a bowel movement or piss?"
	"Yes, ma'am.  I would like that very much," I answered.
	"Good, you're beginning to behave a little better.  Will you be more successful eating your supper than you were your breakfast?"
	"Yes, ma'am."
	Ben inserted a hand behind me and unfastened the strap running through my crotch and then got a pail and put it below the space between my thighs.  Obviously they expected me to relieve myself with them watching.  It was embarrassing but I succeeded and then had to endure Ben's wiping me clean and then washing me a little.  I really couldn't look down to see how good a job he did, but at least I felt better.
	Sally then said, "Beth, we have just one more order from Dr. Gorman and then you are going back into your tight room.  Ben, get the cage with the head pillory and then set up the long mirror so she can watch."
	I wondered what this was all about but it sure didn't sound good.  And it was obvious that Dr. Gorman was orchestrating this whole process.  I was also certain that he thought the strait jacket was going to prove an instrument of torture for me, whereas I was still not only comfortable but rather stimulated by it.
	The head pillory gadget turned out to be a wide split board that served as the top of another dog cage into which I was shoved by my nurse and orderly.  Ben then grabbed my head harness and pulled my head up through an opening in the board, which then was closed tightly around my neck.  I looked at myself in the mirror and was tempted to giggle at the strange sight of my head encased in the harness with my long hair going in all sorts of directions.
	After removing the harness, Sally got some things from a sink and from a cabinet.  I gasped as she laid the implements on the board in front of me for they included an electric hair clipper, a can of shaving cream, a straight razor and some paper and cloth towels.
	"One word out of you, Beth, and you will really be sorry.  You are completely helpless and there is nothing you can do about it.  At least nothing until you have your conference with Dr. Gorman tomorrow sometime.  Then you may be able to save yourself from a lot of this misery."
	So I knelt there in my cage with my head protruding as she proceeded to use the clippers to remove most of my hair.  Then came the shaving cream and a razor job done by Ben.  Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched my beautiful hair disappear.  I emerged completely bald, and if that was not enough they proceeded to remove my eyebrows.  After this I was strapped back into the chair which was then tilted onto its back so that my crotch was pointing at the ceiling, very much exposed because of the spread of my thighs.  And yes, my pubic hair was then shaved.
	The whole process was demoralizing and embarrassing.  Shorn clean, I was hauled by my collar down to my rubber matted cell and pushed in.  Oh yes, I should add that before leaving me, Ben and Sally put a diaper on me and pulled the crotch strap tight.
	"Your dinner will be served after Gretchen gets here.  Have a good night, Beth.  And sometime I may ask you to explain what you did to piss Dr. Gorman off so much."

	CHAPTER THREE

	The evening and night were relatively uneventful.  Gretchen had brought more water and mush, and this time I managed to eat it all.  Ugh.  Furthermore I had refrained from saying anything while she was with me, even when she changed the diaper, pinched my labia, and said a few more days in the strait jacket would do me good.
	The next morning, I was awakened by Sally and Ben who entered carrying a tray of real breakfast and a wash cloth..
	"Beth, get on your feet, go to the back of the cell and face the wall.  Remember to keep your mouth shut," Sally commanded.
	I did so and a moment later felt one of them unbuckling and unlacing the strait jacket after which Ben turned me around to face him.  "Put your hands in front of you and don't try anything funny," he said as Sally watched from the doorway with a gun-like gadget in her hand.  Ben snapped a lock on the D-rings of my wrist cuffs, fastening them together in front of me.
	Then he backed up to stand beside Sally who said, "Good girl.  That must feel better.  Now get out of your own diaper, use the wash cloth to clean yourself up a bit and then eat your breakfast.  We'll be back for you in a little while."
	I couldn't believe how much better I felt when I had done these things.  My shoulders and elbows were a little stiff but loosened up with a little exercise, and my crotch was somewhat sore from being in contact with wet diapers, but basically I was a little less worried about my predicament and the breakfast had filled me up.  I felt more prepared to face whatever happened.
	When Sally and Ben returned, they had me face the back wall while they locked a chain around my waist and then used a link to fasten my wrist cuffs to the chain.  Obviously they were continuing to take no chances on my trying to escape, while I continued to look for an opportunity.
	With a chain snapped onto my collar I was tugged out into the corridor and we proceeded down to the room with the wooden chair.  As usual this required me taking short steps but I found the going a little easier than before.
	I was placed in the chair, my wrist and ankle cuffs freed from their mates and my limbs were then tightly strapped to the chair.  I didn't struggle as they used the head harness to secure my had to the chair back nor when they tightened the straps crossing my chest to the point where I could hardly breathe.
	"Beth, how does that feel?" Sally asked.
	Because it was a direct question, I dared to answer.  "Snug, nurse.  Thank you."
	"You're welcome.  Ben get a pot and put it under her so she can take a piss or crap.  Beth, use the pot if you can.  It may be a long morning.  A resident physician is going to be here in a few minutes to take a medical history and examine you.  He's in medical school and is not a psychiatrist.  You are to say nothing about your commitment here or about your paranoia, delusions, or violence.  Believe me, should you anything like that I will immediately use this stun gun on you.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes, ma'am," I replied, looking with dread at the thing she was holding in her hand.  I managed to empty my bladder and rectum, and then endured having Ben wipe me clean, something that gave him an obvious erection.....which in turn got me aroused.  I pushed, pulled and twisted against the leather straps, enjoying the feeling of being bound, nude in front of them.
	"No, you can't escape that chair, and I'm sorry that the straps have to be so tight," Sally said, not knowing that I was really getting turned on.
	She picked up a clipboard with a medical admission form and started asking me routine questions about date of birth, family history, any operations, allergies, etc.  Then a very young appearing man entered wearing a white coat, dark pants, blue Oxford shirt and no tie.  A stethoscope dangled from one pocket.  His tanned face and good physique suggested that he was outdoor type, but he acted a little bored.
	"And who do we have here?" he asked.
	"Dr. Forbes, this patient came in two nights ago, hallucinating and acting very wild.  She has calmed down but still needs to be restrained as you can see.  Her name is Jean but she might try to tell you something different.  I've filled in the history form so please limit your exam to her physical condition," Sally said.
	"Good.  I'm short for time and should be making rounds at the hospital.  So I'm in no mood to listen to a lot of yelling.  Feel free to gag her if you must."
	Just when I thought I might find someone who could help me get out of the place, it appeared that he wasn't the answer.  He sort of looked me up and down and then began a rather cursory exam.  Ear canals, my eyes, nostrils and then used a tongue depressor and flashlight to check my mouth and pharynx, causing me to gag slightly.
	"She's a little red back there.  May have some pharyngitis," he observed.
	"No, doctor.  It's probably from the fact we had to tube feed her when she refused to eat," Sally replied.
	"Well, that explains it.  I'm glad I don't have to treat difficult patients, and you'll never catch me going into psychiatry.  Go ahead and gag her if you want."
	Sally left my side to go over to a cabinet, as Dr. Forbes took out his stethoscope and bent close to me prior to putting the instrument into his ears.
	Hastily I whispered, "Doctor, my name is Beth Townsend.  Please remember it and try to help me."
	He looked at me for a moment and said, "Take some deep breaths, Jean."
	By that time, Sally was back.  She placed a pad over my mouth and then attached a leather piece to the head harness, which held the pad tightly against me.  Oh well, I tried, but I guess he wasn't about to pay any attention to what I said.  At least he didn't say anything about my speaking.
	He listened to my lungs and then my heart, making notations on the clipboard.  Then he did a rather thorough exam of my breasts, smiling as he did, and murmuring, "Very nice."  The he palpated my belly and ran his hands up and down my extremities.
	"Are you going to release her from that chair so I can do a pelvic and rectal, nurse?"
	"No.  It's easier if we just tip the chair onto its back.  Ben will help."  She turned away to call him and the doctor softly said, "Beth Townsend....where have I heard that name."
	"Did you say something, doctor?" Sally asked returning.
	"No, just talking to myself."
	They got me onto my back with my pelvis wide open to him, and he proceeded with the exams.  When the speculum was inserted it slid into me rather easily for by then I was aroused and hoping he would take his time.  Also, my hopes were up and I wanted him to know I was responding to his touch.  But his rectal exam was not particularly gentle, cutting off my soft murmurs.
	He backed away from me, signed the form and, as Ben lifted the chair upright, said, "She's seems physically fine.  Hope you can do something for her.  Any more admissions for me?"
	"No, doctor, and thanks.  I guess you can find your way out."
	He took one more look at me, turned and left, leaving me to wonder and hope.
	"I'm glad that's over.  When we began, I thought that Beth might try talking to him, and I don't know whether we could cover for Dr. Gorman who should be here shortly," Sally observed to Ben.
	"Well, it sure was a quick exam.  He seemed bored and anxious to be on his way," Ben replied as he picked up the speculum, dirty glove, tongue depressor and flashlight.
	Without another word, they left the room, leaving me to wonder what was going to happen when the person responsible for my being here arrived.  I certainly intended to demand my release and warn him that keeping me in his hospital was not in his best interests.  But perhaps I should try to convince him that I wouldn't say a word about his financial dealings.  On the other hand, he might not really know exactly what information I had gathered.  Well, time would tell.
	Aware that my bottom was a little uncomfortable from sitting on the wooden, V-shaped seat, I squirmed and tried to get my hands loose.  After making no progress, I tried to relax and let my mind wander over what had been happening.  So far, I had seen no good possibility for escape, but at least I hadn't really been hurt, although that cold shower the first night had been rough and I missed my hair.  Still, the time in the strait jacket had been exciting and very erotic.  In fact I was aroused just sitting there, nude, hairless, and bound by leather straps that creaked when I tried to move.
	At that point my nemesis walked in accompanied by Sally and Ben.  The doctor was wearing a dark suit but immediately removed his suit coat and tie.  He smiled at me and then asked Sally, "Bring me up to date on our patient, Sally.  Has she been giving you any trouble?"
	"No, Sir.  I guess the first night, Gretchen did a good job with the cold shower, and they then got her into the strait jacket and tight room as you ordered.  Can you believe, she was in that jacket for over 24 hours and it must have been a real torment for her.  Anyway, she wouldn't eat out of a bowl so we force fed her.  I had to use a nasogastric tube which she didn't like, and, as a result, this morning she ate well.  I don't think she liked the diaper we used on her, and you should have seen her squirm when we shaved her head and eyebrows.  Here's her record, doctor."
	"Hm.  I see that young Dr. Forbes did a history and physical.  I didn't want any of the physician staff to have anything to do with her and had planned to do the exam myself."
	"Sorry, Sir.  I didn't know that."
	"Was she gagged like that for the exam?"
	"Yes, Sir.  Right after he started he asked that she be gagged.  I guess he didn't want her spitting on him or distracting him.  He as usual was in a rush.  I took the history so she really didn't say anything, if that's what you are worried about."
	"Good.  And I really am not worried.  It's just that I want to handle this patient myself.  Now, you and Ben can take a break.  I want to talk with Beth for a while and will call you when we are done."
	"Sir, she has a gag pad behind that face covering, so she can't say anything."
	"Oh, please remove the pad but replace the leather part.  I also don't want her spitting."
	With the pad gone, I waited until Sally and Ben left and then said, "You're a real bastard but I'll be glad to forget you never knew your father if you release me from this place which I assume is one of your excuses for a hospital."
	His response was to smile, draw a chair up close to me, sit down, reach up with one hand and pinch my left nipple as hard as he could.  I yelled in pain and from surprise, but this was cut off when he used his other hand to slap my right ear as hard as he could.  My ear rang and I jerked against the head harness and the restricting chain.
	Sally came running into the room, but he immediately said, "It's all right, Sally.  I just had to slap her to get her attention.  Please ignore any yelps.  I'll call you if I need you."
	"Now Beth, you and I are going to have a little discussion.  Any sass, cussing, or derogatory remarks from you will result in some very bad things happening to you, either immediately or over the next few days.  The same is true if you fail to cooperate.
	"It is very important that I understand exactly what you know and what you have done since you came to work for me in my campaign.  But let's begin with this computer disk.  I am sure you will recognize it for it was in your handbag on Friday.  What is on the disk, Beth?"
	"I don't remember, Dr. Gorman."
	He looked at me, got up and left the room.  He was gone for several minutes and when he returned he was carrying an open box which he set down on the floor.  I looked down and saw quite a few clothes pins of the spring type.  Picking up one, he opened the jaws, pulled out my right nipple with his left hand, and snapped the clothespin onto me.
	"Ow....please take it off....ow, ow...."
	"Beth, it stays on.  Now what's on the disk?"
	"Er, some information."
	"Good.  I'm going to save us both a little time.  I ran that disk on my own computer and found that it is the record of the sizable donation from the organization that you called the Better Business Associates about together with your thoughts about a possible Mafia connection.  Isn't that correct."
	"I guess so," I mumbled.  He picked up another clothespin and I hastened to add, "Yes, Sir."
	"Fine.  You are answering a little better.  Now Beth, have you taken home other records?"
	"Maybe, a few."
	"I'll accept that answer for a minute although I suspect that the word few is inaccurate.  I also suspect that you enter this information onto your home computer which we now have in our possession," he calmly said.
	"Dr. Gorman, that's private property and you have no right.....how did you get it?"
	The next thing I knew, I had a clothespin dangling from my other nipple and was ineffectively struggling to shake them off.
	"Beth, I and my associates have taken the liberty of saving you considerable expense by terminating your apartment lease.  Your things are in storage as well as your car.  Your landlady understands that you had a nervous breakdown and says you can rent with her again if you wish.  She was sorry about your condition.
	"Dr. Gorman, you really are a prick of the first order."
	I was so mad that I didn't scream when he applied two more of the clips to the tender folds near my armpits.
	Dr. Gorman ignored my squirming as he continued, "Now we have gone through your computer to some extent and have read most of your email, looked at some of your interesting pictures, reviewed your finances, but are primarily interested in some files that are "locked" and which require a password.  My experts feel they will know this password within the next day or so, but it would save us all some time if you were to tell us what it is."
	I thought for a minute becoming more and more apprehensive, and then decided to try a different approach.  "Sir, may I say something?"
	"Of course, providing it is going to be helpful to me."
	"Yes, I do have some information about your dealings with some of the donors, but these dealings are not in themselves illegal as far as I know.  Will you let me go if I tell you that I will go no farther with the information and will simply return to college?"
	"I might consider that, but you must realize that at this point I don't trust you at all.  So for now, simply tell me the password.  My time is short."
	"Sir, I'd like to think about this...."
	"Beth, you disappoint me.  I hope you enjoy the next day or so as you think it over.  I'll be back."  He stood up and started towards the door.  Then he returned, picked up two handfuls of the clothes pins and started applying them to my thighs, the labial folds near my vagina, my clitoris, my belly and a few other places as I yelled for him to stop.  He just laughed and left the room.
	I sat there squirming, feeling pain in multiple spots, but also aware that waves of hormones were being released that tended to dull the pain and arouse me.  Pleasure and pain.  It was a concept that had always eluded me, but at that moment I began to understand a bit of what it was all about.
	When Sally and Ben returned sometime later, they immediately started removing the clothes pins, one by one, and as each was released, pain shot through the areas and I moaned behind the leather covering of my mouth.
	Sally said, "Beth, I don't know what this is all about but am beginning to realize that you are out to ruin Dr. Gorman's reputation.  Either that or you're going to blackmail him with some false information.  In any case, he want's to cure you of these ideas and part of his approach is to obtain the information, convince you that it's erroneous, cure you of your psychoses, and turn you back into an agreeable, honest citizen.  And he's willing to use some unconventional methods to do this.  Besides, our jobs and these hospitals depend upon him."
	"Nurse, he's one of the most dishonest, charlatans I have ever met, and you'd be doing everyone a big favor if you'd just turn me loose right now.  Otherwise I'm going to see that your license is revoked.  Now get me out of here, or I'll...."
	"Obviously you are still delusional, disagreeable, uncooperative, and disgusting and we are going to change your attitude.  He's left some orders for you and we may have some additional ideas.  Step number on is to clean some of the dirty things out of your system."  Sally said this as she removed the leather piece that was loosely covering my mouth.  Then she took two pills out of her pocket and held them in front of me.  I immediately clenched my mouth closed which led to the inevitable nostril pinching and when I gasped for breath, in went the pills.
	She covered my mouth and said, "If you're smart you'll swallow them because they apparently taste rather bitter if they dissolve in that dirty mouth of yours."
	A moment later I knew she was right and managed to get them down.  "What are those"  Knock out pills or something?" I asked.
	"You'll find out.  And to keep you from vomiting as well as speaking, we are going to wrap you with that vet tape you love.  Go ahead, Ben.  And, Beth, just think.  You don't have to worry about the tape sticking to your hair."
	Ben had to first remove my head harness and this was going to give me an opportunity to bite or at least move my head away from them.  But when I started to do this, Sally picked up a short cord from which dangled to curved metal prongs which she inserted into my nostrils, pulled upwards on the cord and I didn't dare to move an inch for fear the prongs would tear my nose up.
	Ben proceeded to cover my face with multiple passes of the tape and was about to stop when Sally said that the doctor's order included my eyes and ears.  A moment later, Ben had my entire head except for my nose swathed in the tight, elastic tape.  I murmured my objections through the multiple layers but then gave up.  About the same time I had a moderate cramp in my upper belly and felt a little nauseated.  I dreaded the thought that I might vomit for it sure couldn't get out of my mouth.
	At that point, someone stuck a large rubber tube into my rectum and I heard the sound of pumping as a balloon was inflated inside me.  Sally's voice penetrated the tape, "We're going to really get you clean, woman, and there's nothing you can do about it.  What the cathartic won't do, the enemas will."
	Warm liquid starting running into my colon through the tube and soon my entire abdomen was cramping as I was filled almost to the bursting point.  I moaned and tried pleading but was sure my words were unintelligible.  And even if they were heard, I knew no one would be sympathetic.  Finally the rectal tube was removed.  For a moment I held onto the fluid but then it was sort of automatically expelled with considerable force and I could smell my diarrhea.  As if that were not enough, they gave me two more similar enemas before Sally said something the returns being pretty clear.
	The straps crossing my chest were loosened and then my right wrist cuff was linked to my right ankle cuff, causing me to bend forward.  They did the same on the left, snapped a lead onto my collar and pulled me forward out of the chair so that I sprawled on the concrete floor.
	It was probably Ben who got me onto my knees as Sally said, "Come on, animal," and I felt a pull on my collar, causing me to start crawling forward, trying to keep up with her.  I could tell that we went out into the corridor and sensed that we then entered the large toilet area.  I moaned, thinking that I was in for another of those frozen sessions with the fire hose, but instead I was lifted up onto a table covered by what felt like a wet sheet.
	Somebody unlinked my wrists from my ankles and then I was spreadeagled using ropes tied to my cuffs.  I felt a slosh of liquid hit my pelvis and then Sally said, "Hold still, this is just some antiseptic solution and a urinary catheter to make you life simpler."
	I managed to squirm until strong hands grabbed my pelvis.  The catheter slid in without much discomfort and then the wrapping began as I tried to figure out what they were doing.  I guessed there was a half sheet on the lower part of the table and this was pulled across one leg and then under the other after which it was wrapped tightly around both.  Apparently I was in fact lying on multiple wet sheets for the next one or two were wrapped around me from my armpits to my toes, after which my arms were placed at my sides and more sheets were placed over my arms and under my body, rolling me from side to side to accomplish this.  The last of the sheets went entirely around me and I now knew what mummification felt like.  Immediately a wave of arousal swept over me.
	"We're nearly done, Beth.  How do you like this little wet pack so far?" came Sally's voice.
	I tried to say I loved it as I felt straps of some type being pulled tightly around my body at various levels.  Then I was lifted up and placed on something that seemed to sway.
	"Just for your information, Beth, you are on a big canvas sling.  It makes it easier for us to move you over to one of the tubs you saw the first night.  Now don't worry, we are not going to drown you tonight; maybe tomorrow," she said with a laugh.
	There was a little more swaying and then I sensed that the damp sheets were getting wetter and much colder, and worry replaced my arousal.  I started to struggle, tensing my limbs and trying to free my hands, arms or legs, but it seemed that this only made the sheets pull tighter.  Some type of canvas covering was being snugged around my neck as I tried yelling and swearing.
	"Ben, lash that canvas tightly all the way around her tub.  I don't think there is any way for her to get out of those sheets but the canvas would still make it impossible to get out of the tub.  Now, let's see, Beth.  Your intestinal track is all cleaned out, you've got the catheter to take care of your urine, and we're about to replace that tube through your nose so we can feed you that wonderful, nourishing fluid that happily doesn't produce any stuff for you to shit.  Oh, don't worry too much about the temperature.  We have it on the cold cycle now but then it will get very hot, then cold, then hot, and so on.  Everything is automatic although the cycles will vary in duration.  All you have to do is lie there and feel sorry for yourself.  Just maybe, you'll decide to cooperate with Dr. Gorman," Sally explained.
	"Go to hell," I tried to say, and a moment later some one held my head as the tube entered my nose and curved down into the back of my throat.  I gagged a little and then it was sliding down and down.
	"That's it, Beth.  Happily we don't have to sit here and watch you enjoy your nice tub bath.  By the way, Dr. Gorman said that we shouldn't be concerned if you can't breathe through just one nostril.  I expect that Gretchen will stop by later to say hello, and Ben and I will see you tomorrow if you're still alive.  Bye, bye."

	CHAPTER FOUR

	The next 24 hours were almost certainly the worst I have ever spent.  At first I lay there enjoying the tightness and complete restraint but the coldness became more and more pervasive until I was shivering and could not relax at all.  I took to struggling as hard as possible, mainly to seek release but partially because I thought it might warm me up.  Probably it did neither although I found that I could move my fingers slightly and shrug my shoulders a bit.  Then I started to panic for it seemed I was not getting enough air in through my nose.  I yelled and came close to hyperventilating but gradually became calmer, especially because the water warmed.  A while longer and I was hot and could feel sweat or moisture near the catheter.  But maybe the catheter was not working and I was urinating.  I struggled some more, cried out as loud as my taped mouth would allow and gradually became exhausted.
	It was impossible to keep track of the time.  I probably had as many panic attacks as periods of light sleep from fatigue.  Then there came the time when I heard Gretchen's  voice. 
	"At last we have her where she can't squirm, cuss, disobey or require any work from us.  Just look at her sleeping there.  I bet if we held her nose, she would wake up."
	I tried to shake my head out of her grip as I became starved for oxygen, moaning, yelling and, yes, cursing.
	She just laughed and then said, "Beth, I'm glad you are awake.  I bet you have been having some nice dreams, just lying there.  I've got a little surprise for you.  I just put a powerful hallucinogenic drug into your tube feeding.  It will take a while to work.  Don't worry, you can't hurt yourself by thrashing around, and I hope you will be able to separate the delusions and hallucinations from those you have had about Dr. Gorman.  Have fun."  Then there was silence again.
	About a half hour later I was screaming and trying to escape from the fire, ice, crushing stones, spins, needles, chains and horrible pains as all sorts of creatures tried to disfigure me.  It seemed to go on and on for hours.
	But then it was back to the freezing and the hot cycles and several times I caught myself just whimpering and wondering whether I could stand even a few more minutes in the wet pack.  Finally I felt someone loosening the canvas around my neck and then I knew I was being raised for I was swaying.  The tube was pulled roughly from my nose, causing me to moan and shake my head in discomfort, but a moment later I was delighted to feel that they were unwrapping me.
	"Hold on Beth, we'll have you out of the pack in just a minute.  Oh, you look a little like a prune, poor baby."  I recognized Sally's voice.  She started rubbing me with a warm towel and then poured some type of oil or lotion on me, spreading it over every inch.  It felt wonderful but all I wanted to do was curl up which is what I did.
	"Sorry, Beth, but your presence is wanted down in the play room."
	I shook my head and curled tighter, just wanting to rest, but someone fastened a chain to my still wet leather collar and pulled me up to a sitting position.  With my freed hands I reached for the tape on my head but Sally said, "No, Beth, leave your hands down, like a good girl."
	At that point I didn't want to give anyone a hard time so quickly complied and a moment later was meekly following whoever was pulling on the chain.  I was a little unsteady on my feet and someone, probably Sally, put a hand on my elbow to steady me.  I could tell that we went down the corridor and turned into what I surmised was the room with the wooden chair.  But hands guided me onto a bed where I was made to lie on my back.  Immediately, straps began going around my ankles, lower thighs, wrists, waist and chest.  Those fastening my chest to the bed were in the form of an X but also had extensions that went to the head of the bed for I could not raise my shoulders at all.  Then a very firm and tall plastic collar with rubber edges was closed tightly around my neck.  The collar was formed to fit the base of my skull, my chin and my shoulders so that I could no longer turn or bend my neck.  What now I thought.
	For a while nothing happened and I was about to fall asleep when I heard Sally in the distance say, "Good afternoon, Dr. Gorman.  She's right in here in a nine point restraint, just as you requested."  That told me two things.  I had been in that terrible pack for 24 hours, and that I was now in for another session with the doctor.
	"Hello, Beth," he said.  "I hope that what you have just been through has impressed you that you must cooperate with me or suffer the consequences.  I am an impatient man and will do whatever I have to do tell me whatever I need to know.  So I am about to remove that lovely tape from your head and you are going to say thank you.  Understand?"
	I couldn't nod my head and so I just grunted into the tape gag.  It took him several minutes to unwind the tape and what a relief it was to be able to see and know I could talk. I found myself looking up at light and reflector hanging from the ceiling.  Dr. Gorman took a seat in a chair beside the bed I was lying helpless on.  I wondered whether he listen to a plea for release.
	"Please, Sir, if you would just....," I got out before the light turned on.  It had been bad enough trying to adjust to the brightness of the room after being blindfolded for so long, but the bulb in the light above me must have been very special for the intensity was unbelievable and I immediately felt pain in the backs of my eyes.
	"Ow.  Shut it off, please.  It's terrible!"
	The light did go off leaving me seeing nothing but red for a few moments.  I had my eyes shut as tightly as possible.
	"Beth, I instructed you to thank me for removing the tape and for taking you out of the wet pack, and you did not.  You are going to learn to obey.  Sally, bring me those eyelid spreaders over there."
	"Yes, Sir.  I thought she would be more cooperative."
	Fingers pried my eyelids apart and he inserted little gadgets that had little curved pieces that hooked under each lid.  When the gadget was opened, my lids were spread apart and held open.
	"Now, let's try this again," he calmly said.
	The light came on and I began to scream.  He asked if I wanted it turned off and I yelled,"Yes, yes, please.  And thank you for removing the tape and getting me out of the pack or whatever it was."
	The light went off and Sally dabbed a soft cloth around my tear filled eyes.
	"Now, pretty Beth, do I have your attention?"
	"Yes, Sir, but please don't turn on that light again.  You'll blind me."
	"Yes, that's possible and for several reasons I don't want that to happen.  Now to save a little time, of which I never have enough, I'm going to explain a few things to you.  We had no difficulty discovering your password.  My paid hacker started running an automatic password program but he didn't really need it.  He started playing around with your social security number, birth date, name, etc.  and before long came up with your name spelled backwards and added your year of birth after quite a few tries.  And, bingo, he was into your files.  Took him only about two hours.
	"So we were able to read all the information you had gathered about the major donations to my campaign.  You had done a good job and I learned a few things I didn't already know.  Now I want you to tell me what you think this information means.  Think before you answer.  I expect the truth from you."
	I did think for a moment and decided I really had to tell him at least a little.  "Well. Sir, when I went to work for you, you impressed me as being an outstanding man who was going to be in a position to help many people, and...ow, ow.."
	The light came on and he said, "Beth, get to the point.  And I guess with the light off you are far too comfortable lying there.  Maybe the clamps on your pretty nipples will help."  He turned off the light but a minute later my nipples were on fire from the squeezing clamps.
	"Please, Sir.."
	"Talk, Beth."
	"I began to think that perhaps you were accepting contributions from people who would then expect you to make decisions in their favor in the future."
	"And you thought this was illegal?"
	"I didn't know for sure but I thought it was beneath your dignity."
	"Don't try to flatter me.  You thought it was a form of bribery, didn't you?"
	"Yes, to some extent."
	"So, Beth, who have you shared this information with?"
	I hesitated for a moment and was rewarded by a twisting of the nipple clamps.
	"Owww.  No one, Sir.  I've told no one," I blurted out.
	"And I don't believe you.  You've had some of this information for at least a month.  Start by telling me who went through your devious mind."
	"Sir, to be honest, I thought I might discuss it with my stepfather, who incidentally is probably investigating what has happened to me, so I suggest..."
	"Beth, I got the impression that your stepfather probably couldn't care less about you.  I understand he has been the trustee of your inheritance in the past and that in your absence and because of your mental disability, he has control of your money again."
	I gasped.  How did he know this and was it true?  Obviously they had been in contact for there was little information about my trust in the computer or at my apartment.
	"Well, I could go to the police."
	"But you know it would be hard to prove anything was illegal, and they are too busy with real crime."
	"I could notify your party officials..."
	"But you haven't, and they are my friends."
	I was becoming nervous, mad and found myself wanting to hurt him as he was hurting me, so I said, "Sir, I've sent some sealed information to a newspaper, and if they don't hear from me shortly, they are going open the letter and start an investigation."
	"Beth, I don't believe you and am getting tired of this conversation.  I'm leaving.  By tomorrow, you are going to sing in a different key.  You are going to be the most cooperative little patient I have ever had, I assure you.  Sally, come in here."
	She had gone out somewhere but came running in and he took her aside so he could give her some orders, and then both of them left, leaving me to wonder what was in store for me and whether I should have told him more.  My threat certainly didn't make much of an impression on him.
	When Sally returned, she was carrying a diaper and a bowl of something.  "Ben is getting some things ready for you and I'm going to give you some lunch.  But first I am going to take those things out of your eyes which should make you feel a little better."  This she did after which she put the diaper on me but left the clamps on my nipples.
	"Beth, I'm glad you are keeping your mouth shut.  Dr. Gorman said to gag you if you did much talking.  And go ahead and piss into the diaper any time you want.  I can't very well get a bedpan under you."
	She then cranked the head of the hospital bed up which she could do without disturbing the straps or the rigid neck collar.  Then for the next half hour she leisurely fed me the porridge that she had in the bowl.  It actually tasted quite good as did the hot tea which she brought a few minutes later.
	"You did very well, Beth.  At times I feel sorry for you and at others I think you are a real pain in the ass for all of us.  I'm going to check on Ben and I advise you to get some rest if you can."
	In fact I did fall asleep but not for long.  My bladder was full and I used the diaper even though it embarrassed me.
	Soon afterwards, Sally and Ben returned and proceeded to role the bed down the corridor and into the large room where I had been in the pack and had been hosed the first night.
	"No, nurse I don't want to be in here, please.  I'll be good," I blurted out.
	"Quiet, Beth," Sally said, sternly.  
	Despite the collar I could see that things had been moved a little and a rope dangled down over a large sawhorse.  As I tried to figure this out, she removed the diaper and Ben took off my collar as well as the chest straps.  Next he stood in front of me, grasped my shoulders and pulled me into a sitting position on the bed.  Sally from behind quickly wound several turns of tape around my head, covering my eyes.
	"Ma'am, what are you going to do to me?  I never did anything to hurt you."
	"Open your mouth Beth."  Of course I didn't but a moment later they were forcing in a rubber round object which then began to expand as I hurt some pumping sound.  I had seen pictures of inflatable gags before and had wondered what they would feel like.  Now I knew.  It kept getting larger forcing my cheeks out, my tongue down and my jaws apart.  I moaned and started to shake my head, only to feel the inflating tube and bulb swing around my head.
	Then they released my wrists from the straps but immediately fastened them together behind my back using the cuffs that of course were still on me.  When my ankles were freed, I started kicking but Ben had no difficulty grabbing one, bending my knee and fastening the ankle cuff to the thigh on the same side, using a piece of rope.  After doing the same to my other side, the straps holding my waist were released.
	"Ben, do you think you can handle her or should I call for more help?" Sally asked.
	"I think I can do it.  She's not very heavy and pretty well trussed up.  Just get ready with that rope," he answered.
	I felt my being lifted up in his arms and moved off the bed.  When he lowered me the horizontal piece of the sawhorse came between my thighs and wedged itself against my pelvis so that all my weight was on my sensitive spots.  I moaned and squirmed but could do little.  Sally, I guess, grabbed my locked wrists and I felt a rope go around the link between them.  Then my wrists were hauled up towards the ceiling causing me to bend forward as a strain was put on my shoulders.
	As if this torment was not enough, either Ben or Sally hung weights onto my nipple clamps and I heard Sally say, "Beth, you should see your long nipples now.  Okay, Ben, she's all yours.  I don't want to hear all her yelling, and remember that Dr. Gorman said he wants to see marks on every inch of her."
	A muffled "Nooo," escaped from me.  Then after a few quiet moments I heard a swish ending in a whack as a band of fire leapt across my lower back.  It was the first of many, many blows from a whip of some type.  I jumped and twisted as the blows rained down on me, my perineum becoming increasingly more painful, but it was nothing compared to the stinging fire from my skin.  He methodically worked his way from one part of me to another.  I was yelling and crying for mercy as the torment grew and grew.  I got to the point where I knew I could stand no more, but still the blows came.  Then he would pause and I guess move around the table for a different angle.  I was aware he was breathing hard but he didn't seem to weaken.  The lashing of the bottoms of my feet were perhaps the most terrible.
	At one point, the whip pulled off one of the nipple clamps but it was quickly replaced after a brief pause during which he had a good feel of my breasts.  Finally, I seemed to feel faint and the blows became dull, fading to nothing.
	I regained consciousness in the same position, as the result of a pail of cold water being poured over me.  My shoulders felt as if they had been dislocated but at least I was not being whipped.
	"Ready for some more, Beth?" came Sally's voice.  I shook my head from side to side, feeling the inflating tube swing around some more.
	"Are you going to answer Dr. Gorman's questions tomorrow?"  I nodded.
	"Do you want to get down off the horse?"  I nodded again.
	"Are you going to obey every command I give you?"  Still another nod.
	Then I felt her loosening the rope on my wrists, painfully allowing them to drop down as I straightened up.  A chain went around my waist and my wrist cuffs were fastened to it behind me.  The gag was deflated and removed from my aching mouth from which a weak "thank you emerged".  When my ankles were untied from my thighs, I found that my sore feet reached the floor.
	"Can you stand up, Beth?"
	"I think so, ma'am."
	"Do you want to urinate?"
	"I don't know."
	"Well try," she said, guiding me over to a toilet and sitting me down.  I was nearly asleep when she said, "I don't think you're doing anything.  Come on, I'll take you back to your padded room."
	There I collapsed.  I remember someone bringing me food and water as well as helping me use a bedpan on the floor later, but for the most part I just fell into an exhausted sleep, curled up with a blanket over me.

	CHAPTER FIVE

	I faintly remember Gretchen coming in and applying some soothing salve to my body as well as helping me drink some water, but otherwise I slept deeply until the next morning when Sally came in, freed my hands and removed the waist chain.
	"Beth, are you going to give me a hard time this morning or are you going to do everything I order?"
	"Ma'am, I will try to obey you but I don't know if I can I'm so weak."
	"I think you will be okay.  Now stay there while I get your breakfast."
	She left the door open but I wasn't even tempted to try to walk or crawl out.  The breakfast she brought in consisted of juice, fruit, rolls, butter and jam.  She asked if I wanted some cereal as well but I declined.  Actually the food went down pretty well and tasted good.  Afterwards she locked me in and I fell back asleep for awhile, awaking somewhat refreshed and wondering what was going to happen to me.  I essentially gave up on trying to out-guess Dr. Gorman and more or less decided that my days of fighting him were over.
	Then Ben and Sally appeared, entering the padded cell with some things, one of which looked like a leather corset.
	"Stand up, Beth, and put your hands against the back wall."  I complied with the help of Ben's strong arm.
	As I leaned against the wall, Sally placed a wide belt around my waist and I felt wet pads against both of my kidney areas.  The she wrapped the corset around me and started lacing it up.  It reached from just below my breasts down to my pubic area and was quite stiff.  Ben helped her draw the thing very tight and they also used several straps to pinch off my waist even further to the point where I had to take shallow breaths.  I didn't have any idea why they should be putting me in a corset but in a way it felt nice.
	With a light chain attached to my collar, I was lead down to the 'interrogation room' and given a stool to sit on.
	"Beth, Dr. Gorman will be here in a few minutes.  I sincerely hope you will be cooperative, for your own good.  I really don't like the way he has had us treat you."  I sort of nodded.
	"Good morning, Beth," came his voice as he entered, with some gadget in his hand together with some papers.  "Now let's see.  We know about all the information you acquired, and we were trying to ascertain who you had shared this information with.  You said no one, but I had my doubts.  Since that conversation I have checked with numerous people as well as friends at most of the local newspapers.  Obviously I had to be subtle in my inquiries but so far it looks like you may be telling the truth for once.  Is that correct?"
	"Yes, Sir," I said softly.
	"But you had decided to tell someone, hadn't you?"
	"Yes, Sir.  I probably would have if you hadn't called me into the office when you did.  But I never got the chance, and now I'm sorry I ever even considered it."
	"Beth, over the next few minutes, I'm going to make sure you are not holding anything back.  Sally, you may want to leave the room."
	My fear increased as I watched her go and then directed my attention back to the fiend in front of me.  He raised the gadget, adjusted a dial and pushed a button.  Immediately I felt like someone had hit both kidneys areas with a baseball bat.  I was thrown off the stool, and found myself on the floor, urinating, unable to move my thighs or legs, fighting for a breath and trying to figure out what had happened.  I also realized I was screaming.
	"That's how we really control violent people, Beth.  Ben, get her back up on the stool.  Beth, would you like another demonstration."
	"No, no, please Sir.  Not another."
	I had just got seated when he pushed the button again.  The results were the same except I had no more urine in me, but this time I also vomited.  I lay there sobbing and trying to remain sane in the face of the excruciating pain in the central part of my body.  When I looked for Dr. Gorman, I realized he had left the room.  Ben was at my side trying to calm me down.
	A few minutes later Dr. Gorman reentered.  Before he could say anything, I crawled across to his feet which I kissed and then said, "Please don't shock me again.  I'll tell you anything.  Really, I never told anyone what I suspected..  Please, Sir, that's the truth."
	His finger moved towards the button and again I pleaded.  "You realize that if I subsequently find that you have been lying to me, I'll make you wish you were dead."
	"Yes, Sir.  But I'm not lying."
	"Right now, will you do anything I tell you?"
	"Yes, Sir.  Gladly."
	"All right.  I want you to lay on your back with your feet towards me, and then I want you to pleasure yourself while Ben and I watch," he said.
	I turned red from embarrassment but assumed the position, spreading my legs widely and began to finger my clitoris as I used my other hand to fondle one breast.  Then as I got wet and aroused, my finger went into my vagina, feeling and probing.  Two fingers and then three were inserted and withdrawn repeatedly.  My mind concentrated on my increasing desire, my passion mounted and for a moment I was able to forget where I was.  I came with a moan and shudder, and then rolled over on one side and looked at the two men who were leering at me.
	Dr. Gorman turned to Ben and said, "Take her back to her tight room for now.  Then come back so I can talk to you and Sally.  I'm tired of this slut and if she has done anything to interfere with my winning election I'm going to make sure she never has a sane moment in her life.  And Ben, if you care to use her in any way, be my guest.  Maybe she's good for something."
	On the way back, Ben allowed me to use a toilet and it didn't surprise me when I saw that my urine was bloody, but he reassured me that it would probably stop.  Back in my padded room, he provided me with water and a bedpan before he locked the door and turned off the light.  Exhausted I was soon asleep.
	A few hours later...maybe more for I had no way of knowing, I was awakened by the orderly I has seen the first night.
	"On your feet, Beth, and no funny stuff.  I've got the shock control and doubt if you want to give me an excuse to use it.  By the way, I'm Tony."
	I quickly stood up and said, "Sir, please don't shock me again.  I don't think I or my kidneys could take it."
	He had me walk out ahead of him, down the hall and into an elevator.  I think we went up three floors.  Then I preceded him down past a room where several women in gray dresses were sitting, doing various things.  They all looked rather doped up and I assumed they were patients.  We continued until we came to a series of rooms with small door windows.  Some of the doors were open and others were shut.  Tony had me stop at the very last room which he unlocked and opened.  It was about 6 feet square with sort of a toilet in one corner and a built in bed along one wall.  On the floor was a tray with a paper cup of juice and a paper plate with a slice of meat, a vegetable and a bun.  There were no utensils that I could see.
	"Go up to far wall, place your forehead against it with your hands spread apart above your head, and don't move until I return." 
	I did as ordered and a moment later I heard him come behind me.  He pulled one hand down and inserted it into a rather flat leather mitten which held my fingers apart and was very stiff.  The base locked tightly around my wrist near my cuff.  He did the same with my other hand and then said, "Beth, Dr. Gorman wants us to make sure you can't use your hands to play with yourself, tear your sheet or blanket, scratch us or anything else to hurt us or yourself.  This is your room.  The only people you will see will be, Sally, Ben, Gretchen or myself.  We'll explain things to you in more detail tomorrow.  Enjoy your supper."  He left locking the door behind him.
	Despite the mittens, I managed to eat the food and then fell into a deep sleep.  Almost as in a dream, I thought someone came into the room and lay down beside me, playing with my breasts, fingering my vagina, bringing me to a climax and then putting a diaper and plastic panties on me.
	The next morning I awoke with a wet diaper on me and could not clearly recall how it got there.  I used the toilet and tried to see through the outside window which was covered by a metal mesh screen.  The glass itself was slightly frosted distorting things, but I could see trees and grass several floors down.
	Soon the door opened and Sally entered.  She looked around and saw the soiled diaper near the toilet.  "How did you get that, Beth?"
	"Er, I don't really know.  Someone obviously put it on me last night sometime but I don't know who it was."
	"Well, here's your breakfast.  Make sure you eat it all and if you are good we are going to take you out to the activities room later.  Put on this short dress and I'll be back for you.
	I ate the cereal, toast and fruit and enjoyed the coffee.  Certainly I didn't want to run the risk of being force fed.  Not too long afterwards I felt rather sleepy and lightheaded.  I could tell that Ben and Sally returned and took me to a different room where I was put into a chair.  A cloth halter was put around my upper chest and tied to the chair back and my mittened hands and ankles were strapped to the chair arms and legs respectively.  Sleepily I watched some stupid television program for awhile before falling asleep.
	The next thing I knew, Sally was giving me a sponge bath in my bed.  I was entirely nude and could barely keep my eyes open.
	"Well, hello, you sleepy head.  Welcome back to the real world.  You've been pretty much out of it for the past week, but Dr. Gorman has changed your medications.  I guess you know he won his election and is now the new comptroller."
	It took a few minutes for this to sink in.  Obviously I had under the influence of one or more drugs and had been oblivious to the world.  Would I now be released?
	"Does this mean that I can be discharged?" I asked.
	"Well, your 30 days of involuntary confinement will soon be up, so you are going before a review committee later this afternoon.  They will determine whether your commitment here should continue, so I have to get you all prettied up for them later."
	She finished washing me and then she put some powder on my perineum which was quite sore.  I asked her about this and she said I had a diaper rash.  My vagina was also tender and I wondered whether anything else had been going on but didn't say anything.  The breakfast she brought looked particularly good.  Sally reassured me it had no medications in it and I ate every bit of the food and enjoyed the coffee.  Then I read some newspapers that she brought, paying particular attention to the election results.  They confirmed what she had told me previously.
	After a good lunch, Sally removed my leather mittens, cuffs and collar.  I almost felt peculiar without the thing around my neck.  Then she brought me a blue, cotton, wrap-around dress that fastened with Velcro strips.  I was even allowed to use a little lipstick.
	"Good luck with your conference this afternoon, Beth.  Ben will be coming for you in about an hour because I have the rest of today and the next two off."
	"Thank you, nurse.  Do I look all right?"
	"You look fine except you don't have any hair.  And you can call me Sally when we are alone."
	When Ben came he told me the conference was running slowly and my evaluation would be delayed another hour.  He asked if I would like a cold drink or tea and I decided on the tea which tasted a little funny but still good.  Shortly afterwards he took me to a different floor and into a room where there was one other female patient waiting.
	Then she was called into an adjoining room.  I caught a glimpse of a long table behind which several doctors and nurses were sitting.  One of the doctors was Dr. Gorman and I immediately began to get nervous.  Before long I was feeling very peculiar and thought I was hearing chains clanking.  I tried to get out of the room but it was locked and the one window had a heavy mesh screen like the one on my own room.
	The door to the inner room opened and as two men dressed in black britches and white shirts came for me, I heard birds screeching, smelt sulfur and had the impression that something was very wrong.  I cried out and tried running from the men but there was no where to go and they quickly seized and dragged me before the table.  Behind it now sat men and women in the dress of the pilgrims in the late 1600's.  I was completely confused for it seemed so real.  I struggled as the two men fastened heavy iron cuffs around my wrists.
	One of the men behind the table looked like Dr. Gorman.  He stood up and said, "Elizabeth, this council has heard the evidence and has found you guilty of witchcraft.  You are to be taken from this place forthwith and burned at the stake."
	I found myself crying out, "No, as God is my witness, I am innocent.  What will happen to my children?"
	"Witch, do not use the name of God.  Guards, put her in a brank and take her away."
	Around my head they fastened a metal cage with a flange that stuck into my mouth and proceeded to wrap chains around my body as I fainted.

	CHAPTER SIX

	I awoke, curled on my side, lying on a rubber mat in a completely dark room.  I gradually realized I was back in the padded, tight room, bound in a tight straight jacket and with a cloth gag filling my mouth.  Wadded between my thighs was a wet diaper.  I shuddered and gradually realized that I had been drugged or given a hallucinogen of some type.  What really had happened at the review committee meeting?
	A short while later the light came on and Ben entered.  "Well, I see the little slut is awake.  Lie on your back so I can change your diaper and get you ready for your treatment."
	He handled me rather roughly and I moaned a little.
	"Oh, I'm not hurting you.  You probably want some stimulation down there, don't you?"
	I squirmed as he proceeded to touch and fondle my private spots until I was getting very well lubricated.  It was a combination of the strait jacket and being so helpless, but just as I was getting real hot, he quit and laughed at me.
	"I wish I had a little more time.  Maybe later I can have my way with you.  Now you don't get breakfast because we don't want you to vomit.  But you'll get some lunch if your able.  Don't go away.  I'll be back in a few minutes with a gurney."
	I lay there wondering what this treatment was all about, but obviously it didn't sound at all good.  When Ben returned, he was accompanied by another man dressed in a white jumpsuit.
	"This is Bob, Beth.  He is one of our treatment technicians.  Come on stand up."
	The two of them helped me to my feet and walked me out to where the gurney awaited.  They bodily lifted me onto it, made me lie down, and covered em with a canvas sheet which they strapped to the side rails.  Then we headed for the elevator and a different floor where we enter a treatment room with a narrow table and several pieces of equipment.
	Ben and Bob transferred me over to the table and quickly fastened numerous broad leather straps tightly across my jacketed body.  Going to the head of the table, Bob turned a crank and the table bent in the middle arching my back rather markedly.
	"Ah, here you are.  Almost already for me," came the voice of Dr. Gorman as he entered the room.  "You did very well at the committee meeting yesterday.  It was unanimous that you were quite insane and required continued institute care for a minimum of three more months.  I wish we had taped your behavior which was diagnostic of a paranoid schizophrenic with delusions.  And you threw a scare in all of us when you climbed across the table and attacked the chairman.
	"Now, as I believe you have been told, I am the new state comptroller and nobody raised any question of conflict of interest or bribery.  But I can't run the risk of your ever getting in position to tell stories about my financial backers.  So over the next one or two weeks, we are going to wipe out your memory for all recent events.  Shock therapy has been used for years and is a rather standard choice of treatment for certain mental conditions.  Most practitioners think it is quite safe but of course some patients respond in a peculiar manner and unfortunately lose their memory, especially if the shock is too great.  Wouldn't that be regrettable?"
	As he was saying this, I was struggling against the straps but getting no where.  My pleas were muffled by the cloth gag, and Bob and Ben were standing there amused by what was going on.  One of them came close to my side to help the doctor quickly replace the cloth with a large black rubber ball that had a hole through it as an air passageway.  My moans were louder but no more intelligible. 
	Then Dr. Gorman swabbed some grease or goo on the sides of my forehead followed by two metal pads connected to a spring arch that went over the top of my head.  "The grease conducts the electricity from those pads.  In a moment you won't feel anything.  In fact you will be convulsing.  Some doctors use a short general anesthesia with relaxants, but I sort of like to see the patient thrashing about."
	As he said this, the placed rubber blocks along the sides of my head and a broad band across my forehead so I could no longer move my head at all.  Then he connected some wires to one of the machines and warned everyone to step back.  The last thing I remembered was yelling as loudly as I could.

	When I awakened, it took me quite a while to figure out where I was.  It was a room with one window, a bed and a toilet.  I couldn't move very well and then saw some padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles as well as a type of canvas bib.  Then I began to remember more and started yelling.
	It was Gretchen who came in response to my noise.  "Shame on you, Beth.  Be quiet or I'll have to gag you.  How do you feel?"
	"Terrible.  I ache in every muscle and joint of my poor body."
	"Yes, those convulsions can do that.  Now, I'll get your supper and help you eat it."
	"Can't I sit up and won't you take these cuffs off me?"
	"Not today.  Maybe tomorrow after your treatment."
	"What's the difference?" I asked.
	"Well, Bob will be giving the subsequent shock therapy and he uses more sedation, but I will crank your bed up a little."
	She started feeding me but I wasn't hungry.  This lead to her warning me she would put a tube down me and that was enough inducement for me to finish everything.  It was at that point she said the food contained a sleeping pill and soon I was fast asleep.
	The following day started with a wrestling match between me and the two men.  They of course won.  With the help of a gag, they kept me somewhat quiet, got me to the treatment room and I can't tell what happened afterwards.  Presumably they zapped my poor brain again.
	In fact I don't recall anything until what I later learned was a lapse two days when I was wakened by some shouting and the sound of people running back and forth.  Then Sally burst into my room and said, "Thank God you are awake.  I thought they had destroyed you."  As she spoke she was taking off the cuffs and bib.
	Groggily I said, "What's going on, nurse?"
	"Do you remember my name?"
	"Yes, I think it's Sally."
	"Good.  Well, I returned from my two days off and was aghast when I found out what they were doing to you.  So I secretly made some anonymous telephone calls and a flock of good physicians, police and detectives arrived.  They are going through the records and have already come up with some findings that point to major mismanagement of patients and hospital finances.  Dr. Gorman has been indicted and will be facing a grand jury.  You probably will be the star witness against him, but right now we are all being interviewed and no one can leave the premises.  I've been assigned to make sure you are kept safe so you'll have to put up with me for the next day or so.  What do you think of that?"
	"I can't wait to get back at that bastard and tell my story.  And I welcome your watching over me, Sally.  You're the only one here that I really trust, although you were a little hard on me when I arrived."

	What transpired the next 48 hours was unbelievable in a very nice way.  A member of the district attorney's office took a deposition from me that was videotaped and witnessed.  Dr. Gorman was out on bale but was under surveillance to make sure he didn't destroy any records.  Sally and I got along extremely well.  In fact we sort of fell in love.  I guess I had more Lesbian tendencies than I knew for we spent two nights getting to know every passion point in each other's bodies and my wish to be dominated was matched by her desire to subject me to all sorts of things, including some more time in a strait jacket.
	When I was finally allowed to leave the hospital, Sally took me to her home and in the back of the car was a bundle of things which included the jacket, cuffs, straps and gags.  

	THE END