THE BODY BAG by Rod Cart

Chapter One 
After my experience with a strait jacket a few days earlier, I couldn't think of anything that
would be as confining. Brian, the senior surgical resident involved in that episode, and I were
sitting in the hospital cafeteria discussing how aroused I had become at that time. Just the
memory of being so helpless was getting me excited.
I then happened to look over at two uniformed police officers at another table. They were
staring at me and seemed to be in some discussion. I was even more amazed when they got up
and starting walking towards us. 
"Sorry to interrupt you two," one of the officers said, "but miss you look identical to
someone we know. Do you have a twin sister or a sister that looks like you?"
"No. Where do you know her from?" I replied.
They sort of laughed and one said, "I'm Tom and this is Ralph. We are just about to go
on duty down in the prison ward where we are guarding a woman who could be your twin."
Brian observed, "Maybe you have the wrong girl. Ann here probably should be locked up
for one reason or another." I could have kicked him.
"No," Tom said, "the woman we are watching is Pat Osborne. She was very badly hurt in
a car accident. The department knows she had been living with a bad guy by the name of Nick
Grazio who we have been after for some major crimes. Pat herself is wanted as a possible
accessory and was spotted in her car. This led to a chase by one of our detectives in an unmarked
car. We don't know whether she knew it was the police or whether she thought it was one of
Nick's men for he usually doesn't let her go out alone. Thinks she might rat on him, I suppose,
and rumour has it that he doesn't treat his women very well. In any case, she got badly hurt when
her car struck a telephone pole. In fact she may not live. Now we think that he will either try to
spring her, or kill her to keep her from talking if she recovers. The detectives are banking that he
will do something and this would be our opportunity to nail Nick."
"Why wouldn't Nick just send some of his men?" Brian asked.
"Oh, I'm sure he would, but those guys will usually squeal rather than do hard time in
some prison, so we should be able to find out where Nick is. Anyway, you, Ann, look identical to
Pat. Sorry to have interrupted your coffee."
"No, that's okay," I said. "It's a fascinating situation. I hope she's innocent and you
catch him. I'm all for the good guys and wish I could help."
Just then another man walked up. He was dressed in a suit coat but no tie. Ralph said to
him, "Hi, lieutenant. Yes, we are going on duty. Anything new? Oh, by the way this is Ann
and...guess I didn't get your name, doc. Does she remind you of some one?"
"Christ, she looks like your prisoner, except a lot healthier. Anyway boys, you may not
have to work a full shift. Pat's condition is deteriorating. If she dies, there goes our golden
opportunity to catch her man. Her doctor's may take her back to the operating room tonight to
try to save her but they really think it's hopeless. If she dies, maybe we can keep her body in the
prison ward room for 48 hours to see if Nick's men won't show up."
Without really thinking I said, "Why not just put me in her room if she dies?"
All four of the men looked at me in amazement. Ralph expressed the fact that I was crazy,
Brian burst out laughing and Tom said it would be a pleasure to guard me. Brian's laughing
pushed me into saying, "No, I'm serious....I think."
The lieutenant said, "Well Pat is still alive. I'd have to talk to my captain or the chief
before we could ever use you as a substitute. You guys get to work and I'll be down in a minute. 
Ann, what's your number just in case?"
After I gave it to him and he had left, Brian said, "Ann, you are out of your cotton-picking
mind. That prison ward is a mess and that situation could be very dangerous. I won't let you go
any further with this idea."
"Brian, I'm a big girl and you don't control me....although it would be fun if you tried. 
You also have to get to work and I have to get to my quarters. See you later." I did give him a
quick peck on the cheek as I left. 
Chapter Two

The phone woke me from my sleep. 
"Sorry about calling you in the middle of the night. This is Lieutenant Ross. We are
down in the operating room and I think we need your help. Pat died a few minutes ago."
"I'm on my way," I replied.
When I arrived there I was greeted by the lieutenant, Tom, Ralph and some doctors and
nurses, all with long faces. The lieutenant said, "She didn't really have a chance. We've had
some discussions in the past hour and if you're serious, we would like to take you up on taking
Pat's place for one or two days. There is a lot involved. We would have to make you look a little
more like her, we would have to simulate some of her injuries and there is some risk involved. 
Obviously you would be very closely guarded....and it is about our only chance of catching Nick
Grazio. What do you think?"
"Well, if it is only for two days and there is little chance of any permanent injury, I guess
I'm all for it," I replied. I asked whether he could run through the proposal in more detail which
he did. It sounded as if I was going to be somewhat uncomfortable, but on the other hand, some
of the things excited me including the fact that I was going to be a prisoner. I just hoped that
Brian would not interfere.
Things then began to happen in a hurry. One of the nurses helped me undress, gave me a
little surgical gown and had me get up on a hospital bed not too far from the operating table
where the body of Pat Osborne lay. Looking at her, I also was very impressed by the resemblance
to me. The lieutenant was running down a check list, getting people to make calls, get equipment,
etc. It was becoming very confusing.
The nurse said to me, "First we are going to cut your hair a little shorter and then tint it
somewhat lighter. I'll try to do a good job but as you can see her hair is sort of a mess." She
went to work quickly with electric clippers and I watched as pieces of my hair fell around me.
Where the hair dye came from was unclear, but it was applied and out came a hair dryer. "I'll be
back in a minute. I have to check Pat's pubic hair and see if we have to make any changes in
yours." (This was becoming more and more complicated by the minute.)
I was then approached by a doctor who introduced himself as one of the plastic surgeons. 
"Ann, Pat has a tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. Obviously we don't want to give you a
permanent one like it, but we can give you a very superficial tattoo that will look like it and which
will wear off in about 2-4 weeks."
"What does the tattoo look like?" I asked.
"It's a little fox's head and neck with a collar and chain. It's rather cute in a way."
I agreed and he had me lie down on my stomach. As he prepped the area he explained the
process in detail, saying that as a plastic surgeon he occasionally had to use tattoos to cover
blemishes. I thought to myself...so I'm going to be a foxy lady. I wonder where Pat had it done. 
As he worked, he constantly went over to Pat's body for comparison and I could just see the
tattoo on her. It was rather sexy. When the plastic surgeon finished, he said, "Looks very similar. 
Hope you like it. Oh, by the way, you both have appendectomy scars so we won't have to worry
about that." I wondered what he would have done if I didn't have one.
One of the other surgeons then approached me accompanied by the nurse. "Ann, Pat had
severe closed chest trauma, some internal injuries and a badly fractured knee. Initially she had
chest tubes, was on a respirator, needed lots of blood, and her leg was in traction. We are going
to put out the word that we were able to drain fluid and blood from her chest, and that this has
resulted in a marked improvement in her condition. So to mimic her supposed current status, we
are going to just give you an oral airway, a nasogastric tube, IV's, a urinary catheter and a long
leg cast. How does that sound?"
"Terrible," I replied but when given the chance of backing out, I shook my head. "Guess,
I can put up with all that but won't I choke or gag on the airway?"
"No, we can anaesthetise you mouth, tongue and pharynx with a long acting topical
anaesthetic. We really can't have you looking too healthy. Otherwise the word would leak out
that we had made a substitution. Only the lieutenant, Ralph, Tom, the nurses here in the OR who
will become your ward room nurses, and a few others will really know what is going on. The
only other member of the police department who knows is the chief. We are planning to make a
public announcement about your improvement when day breaks, and say that the police are
hoping to be able to question you about Nick Grazio in one or two days. That should precipitate
a move on his part if it is going to occur at all."
I wondered how they were going to catch or stop the bad guys, but Tom who was
standing nearby reassured me that they had some tricks which for several reasons they were not
going to tell me. I guess I felt a little better about it, more from the tone of his voice than what he
said.
Meanwhile, one of the doctors was rolling a long cloth stockinet up my left lower
extremity where the cast was going to be. A long piece of felt was then placed behind my calf and
thigh. This was much thicker than what I thought was commonly used. Some sheet wadding was
wrapped to hold the felt in place, and then the plaster wrapping was started at the base of my
toes. Layer after layer was applied working all the way to my groin. My ankle was kept at right
angles and my knee was slightly bent. Before long, I could feel the heat being given off my the
plaster as it hardened. Boy was it heavy, but I guessed that it would be a little lighter after it had
dried. My leg was placed on two pillows for comfort. I tried to bend my ankle and knee but the
cast was already very rigid. I wondered whether anyone had ever experienced a full body cast and
the thought began to excite me. But for now...
The nurse then approached me with a prep set and a catheter. "Ann, Pat apparently had
shaved her pubic area. I can see that you have trimmed yours a little (I wasn't about to tell her
how that happened) but I think we should complete the job." Without waiting for my reply, she
had me open up to her and started washing the area very thoroughly. I couldn't help but gasp as
she wiped my clitoris and slid a finger and sponge into my vagina. She just looked at my face and
smiled. Then came the safety razor which happily was sharp and didn't pull as much as I had
anticipated. Finally after another wash and rinse, I felt the catheter being gently inserted up my
urethra. I blushed and tensed, imagining something else being used in the opening that was close
by. Urine immediately flowed into the attached tubing. 
Next came an IV with a needle inserted in my left forearm and secured on a board with
tape. I was becoming more and more helpless. The doctor who inserted the tube down my nose
and into my stomach was very skilled and did use a little anaesthetic ointment. The tube was held
in position with several pieces of tape on my face. Yes, it was going to be difficult for anyone to
distinguish me from Pat.
After giving me a drink and a chance to quit, the surgeon went to work on my mouth. He
thoroughly sprayed everything with some liquid that had a rather bad taste, but quickly I felt my
tongue and the entire inside of my mouth grow numb. After a few minutes he asked me to open
up again and I hardly knew when he inserted the curved airway that ran from a flange on the
outside of my lips, over my tongue and into the upper part of my throat.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
I tried but could make absolutely no reply, so I simply nodded an okay. Tape was applied
to my cheeks and over the outside end of the device to secure it. What a gag? The final steps
included putting soft restraints on my wrists, an oxygen mask over my face, hooking up and EKG,
an oximeter and a blood pressure device for monitoring, and attaching the restraints to the bed
frame.
Almost as an after thought, the nurse said, "Are we going to do anything about her neck
injury? Remember that Pat has been in neck traction because of a suspected cervical sprain." To
this the doctor just nodded and proceeded to wrap my neck in a wide felt cervical collar that
immediately prevented me from turning my neck or bending it in any direction. I put the nurse
high on my list of people to get even with.
The lieutenant then ran a long check list and made sure that suitable notes had been placed
in "my" chart. "Okay Pat here you go." With that several of the doctors and nurses pushed me
out into the hallway. The ride down to the prison ward was complicated by all the equipment and
the small size of the elevator, but we made it. I was pushed into a room with a thick metal door
containing only one small window. Ralph said he would take the first shift inside my room as did
the nurse who had excited me earlier. Before the surgeon left he ordered an intravenous sedative
for me. I tried to say it wasn't necessary but he thought it would help me look groggy....and it
worked.
Chapter Three

I was awakened by the gentle nudging of one of the nurses. Ralph was still in the room so
I guessed that it was about midday. In my groggy and sleepy state it took me a moment to
remember where I was. I felt stiff, my back ached from lying in one position, my left leg had
fallen off the pillow and my throat felt dry from the oxygen and from breathing through the
airway.
The nurse asked, "How are you feeling, Pat? Anything in particular bothering you? I
thought you might enjoy a little back rub."
I tried to answer but all that came out was a "eh". So I raised the fingers of one hand. 
The nurse said, "I guess that means you're surviving and would like the rub. How about raising
one finger to indicate yes and shaking two fingers from side to side to indicate no" I raised one
finger.
Ralph came over to help her remove the wrist restraints but the nurse ordered him to then
go and sit down so that she could pull down the gown that had simply been laid over me. With
help from her I was able to roll on one side and she proceeded to rub my aching back with some
oil and then apply some powder. It felt wonderful I was tempted to use a hand to try to remove
the airway but she slapped it down as soon as I moved it towards my mouth.
"No, Pat, don't mess things up." Ralph sprang to his feet and held my hands down as she
rolled me onto my back again. I could see him gazing at my bare breasts and I guess I flushed a
little. The nurse was about to pour a little oil on my chest when there was a sudden rapping on
the door of the room. The nurse quickly covered me with the gown as Ralph looked out through
the little window.
"My God, it's the captain. I've got to let him in but remember you two that he doesn't
know about the substitution. The lieutenant doesn't trust him." With that he opened the door
and in walked a somewhat fat, ruddy faced man in a uniform with lots of braid.
It took him but a moment to take in the scene. "What the hell is going on? I heard she
was better and now you're pampering her. Don't you know she is a felon and probably is an
accessory to murder? Officer, what's your badge number?"
Ralph stammered, "364, Sir".
"Well, give me your handcuffs and key, and go out and get the cuffs from the officer at the
ward door. I am going to make sure this broad isn't going anywhere even if she has only an
incompetent guy like you guarding her," the captain said. I immediately felt the cuff close on one
wrist and the other cuff was anchored to the metal side of the mattress spring. As soon as Ralph
returned, my other wrist was similarly restrained.
"Now, Pat, or whatever your name is, you aren't going anywhere. The keys remain with
me. Are you ready to talk about your friend Nick Grazio?" With that he slapped my face a
couple of times.
The nurse sprang to my side and said, "Sir, she had surgery early this morning and still
needs the airway, so she can't talk."
"Okay, but I want you and your doctors to call me when she can. I know I can get it out
of her one way or another." With that he stormed out of the room and Ralph swore the guy was
a pompous ass.
The hours then seemed to pass very slowly. My IV bottles and the stuff running in
through the tube into my stomach were changed, and my urine bottle was emptied. The handcuffs
on my wrists were tight, almost too tight, and prevented me from turning onto my side even a
little. Saliva seemed to build up in my throat and required a little suctioning which got be
coughing. This led to the surgeon being called and a little more topical anaesthetic in the back of
my mouth. I didn't realise that being made to lie so still could be tiring.
But obviously time did pass for Ralph and the nurse were relieved by Tom and another of
the OR nurses. Tom greeted me with a friendly squeeze of a shoulder. I tried to smile at him but
think the tape prevented him from seeing this. He sat down and proceeded to tell me all that had
been happening. First, Brian, my surgical resident and lover, had been furious when he learned
that I had volunteered. He had tried to enter the prison ward but the guards had kept him out and
had finally convinced him that I was safe and any commotion he might make would endanger the
whole operation. Next, there had been numerous calls about "Pat's" condition. Some were from
reliable news reporters but some had been identified by call identification as coming from pay
phones or other untraceable sites. Thus they felt that it was likely that Nick was trying to find out
whether I was about to reach the state where the police could question me.
His talking at my bedside was comforting and took my mind off my physical aches. Oh
how I would have loved to be able to move around, stretch, eat, talk, etc. 
Chapter Four

It must have been late in the evening when there was a sudden knock on the door. Tom
immediately looked out the small window and said, "Damn, it's two people from the coroner's
office with a stretcher. They must be looking for the real Pat Osborne and got directed here. 
This could ruin the whole set-up."
With that he opened the door and the two people, a man and a woman dressed in blue
coveralls with the words "Coroner's Office", immediately came into the room. I guess in order to
maintain secrecy, Tom closed the door behind them and turned to the man to explain the situation
or send them to the morgue where Pat's body probably lay. Things then happened fast. There
was a soft sudden noise and the nurse gasped. I looked at her and saw a dart protruding from her
uniform right over her right breast. She grabbed at it as a second pop was heard and Tom
reached up to his neck. Immediately the man and the woman were covering both Tom and the
nurse with drawn guns. The woman also held a peculiar looking gadget that I guess had been
pointed at Tom.
"One word out of either of you and it will be your last," the man said. Just relax and the
stuff in those darts will give you a nice snooze. The nurse looked as if she was going to yell and
the woman immediately slammed her into a corner, holding her with a hand over her mouth as her
eyes glazed over and she sank to the floor. The woman then covered the little door window with
its curtain. By this time Tom also was passing out from the sedative.
"Smooth as silk, Maria. You are pretty good with those animal darts. Your brother
would be proud of you."
The woman said, "Shut up and give me a hand with Pat. Why my brother likes this bitch
is beyond me." As she came over to my bedside, I could see that she was a little older than I, had
dark black hair and seemed tall and rather muscular. She quickly looked me over taking in the
tubes, monitoring devices, etc.
"Well we are going to unplug her from most of this stuff. If she dies, our problem is
solved; if she survives, Nick will have his slut back to play with." The oximeter and EKG leads
were pulled off, dislodging my gown that simply lay on top of me. I tried to yell but only a vowel
sound hissed through the airway.
"Guess we won't have to gag her. That thing in her mouth seems pretty effective," Maria
said. She then pulled the nasogastric tube roughly out of my nose, leading to an attempted
scream on my part. Tears came to my eyes from the burning in my nose. "Oh, poor baby." Then
she pulled out the IV, letting some blood run from the site in my arm. When she then grasped the
urinary catheter, I expected the worst. Happily she apparently knew that it was held up in the
bladder by a small balloon on the tip, for she simply cut the catheter, deflating the balloon and
allowing the whole thing to slip out. By now I was completely naked and the man with Maria
was feasting his eyes.
She said, "Keep your mind on business. Get those double action cutters from under the
stretcher mattress."
I was quickly coming to the conclusion that these two were very likely to be successful in
abducting me from this place. Tom and the nurse were out of commission and there was no sign
of any rescue activity outside the room. The disguise as coroner's assistants had got them in and
would probably get them out. I would just have to try something on my own. About the only
thing I could move was my right leg and when Maria came to that side of my bed, I lashed out at
her. The blow caught her waist area, knocking her backward but doing little damage.
"Why you little bitch. I guess you are pretty healthy and alert. I'll get even later but right
now we have to get you out of here." With that she grabbed my right leg and started winding
some duct tape around my upper thigh just below my groin. She left the roll of tape attached and
proceeded to instruct the man in how to cut through the small handcuff chain that linked my right
wrist to the bedside. It took all his strength to cut through the tempered steel but he was
successful and my wrist was freed, the cuff still on it. She then had him hold my wrist against my
thigh while she rolled the duct tape around and around, lashing wrist and thigh together. I pulled
as hard as I could but found that the tape held firm and I only succeeded in having the cuff cut
into my wrist a little.
It wasn't long before my left wrist was fastened likewise, the tape encircling my left thigh
just above the cast. Finally, Maria taped my right ankle and knee securely to the cast on the left
side.
As I struggled futilely, she said, "There, that will hold you Now since you are supposed to
be dead, we have a little something more for you." They rolled the stretcher over next to my bed
and proceeded to open a rolled up object.
I strained against my collar to see what they had and then gave a gasp when I recognised
it as some type of heavy rubber body bag used to carry cadavers. It appeared to be somewhat
form fitted and was closed by a long, heavy duty zipper running from the bottom to the top. With
only a little effort on their part, I was slid from my bed onto the opened bag, despite my twisting
and bucking. The man then held me down as Maria zipped the bag all the way up to my face.
She explained, "This bag doesn't let much air in or out since it's designed to be used on
cadavers even when they have been dead for several days. So I'll let you breathe a minute or so
longer while we fasten these straps around your ankles, knees, thighs, waist and chest."
As I felt these being tightened, the man asked, "How are you going to keep her from
moving on our way out?"
"Just watch," Maria replied. She poured some liquid from a bottle onto a cloth and held it
over my face. I tried holding my breath but finally had to start breathing in the sweet smelling
stuff. The room began to spin as I got light headed. The last words I heard were, "It's a fast
acting anaesthetic. She won't be asleep very deeply or very long for I want her awake when I give
her to Nick." With that, the zipper was pulled up closing the bag completely and I felt the
stretcher begin to move. 
Chapter Five

I awoke feeling giddy and found myself breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating. I was
hot, sweaty and a little nauseated. Probably from the anaesthetic. I could tell I was in some
vehicle which slowed and then stopped.
"Grab her legs and pull her off that stretcher," Maria said. I felt the body bag being
tugged and then I dropped off the edge and onto a hard floor. After a little dragging, the bag was
lifted and carried what seemed like a short distance and set down. A car door opened. It must
have been a van of some type for I was then placed on a hard floor.
"Okay, make sure we haven't left anything in the coroner's wagon and hopefully that
includes any finger prints. Fine, let's get out of here. I'll keep an eye on the road behind us for a
while to make sure we aren't being followed and then move back with Pat and give her a chance
to breathe." Maria's voice was a little faint and I assumed she was in the front seat with the
driver.
This gave me a chance to do a little thinking. Mainly I was worried that there was no
attempt to stop the abduction. So much for all that security and safety. How anyone was going
to be able to find me now was beyond my comprehension. Obviously Maria thought I was Pat
but for how long could I keep up this identity? Probably the tape on my face was helping. What
would happen when we got where we were going?? Well I didn't have answers to these
questions now.
I started to see if I could get an arm loose but my pulling and tugging just convinced me
that duct tape was an awfully good product. By then I was sweating like mad. The smell of the
inside of the bag and the lack of fresh air was making me breathe even more rapidly. Then I noted
that the swaying of the car was rocking me a little from side to side. The rubber bag touching my
bare breasts was sliding back and forth and I became aware of a very pleasurable sensation. My
nipples jutted out in response and my vaginal area woke up. I tried squeezing the muscles down
there, adding to my arousal but I was a real long way from a climax of any type.
I was wondering why I always got excited when I was held tightly and helplessly when I
felt someone beside me and the zipper over my head and face was pushed down, allowing in fresh
air. "Oh, you look a little flushed and sweaty, Pat. Little hot in there. Now I'm wondering
whether you left Nick just for a little diversion or if you meant to get even with him in some way. 
We'll find out sooner or later. For now, it's nice to have you back with us and I'm looking
forward to having you serve me as you have in the past. Could it be that your face is flushed from
enjoying this whole business?"
I felt her undo the strap around the bag at the level of my chest. Then her hand slid down
inside the bag, feeling the sweat above my breasts and then allowing her fingers to caress my
breasts and nipples which immediately became firmer and larger. I both hated my body for
responding to her and loving every minute of it.
"Ha, you are excited, aren't you? Well we'll be home in another half hour and I'm sure
Nick will make life interesting for you. My, your breasts seem a little less flabby than the last time
I was with you. Guess getting banged up is good for you," she said. With that she withdrew her
hand and zipped me back up.
When we reached our destination, I was still very aroused and was trying to figure out
what I was going to do and say, if and when I was able. As the door of the car opened I heard,
"Maria, how did things go. I heard on the scanner that there had been a breakout at the hospital
and they were looking for a coroner's wagon so I guessed you had been successful. Did she give
you any trouble? And is she real smashed up?"
"Nick, it worked perfectly. No close calls and we have your little cunt all packaged and
ready for you. No, I think she is healthier than I expected but I don't think she squealed on you
from the looks of the thing in her mouth."
"Great, let's get her in the bedroom."
During this little conversation, my bag and I were being carried and then I was flopped
onto a soft mattress which felt much better than the floor of the van. The bag was then unzipped
and despite being a little blinded by the bright light of the room, I could see a rather dark
complexioned man looking at me, taking in the taped airway, the throat collar, the cast, the duct
tape binding my hands and fact that I was very nude.
"Actually Pat, you look awfully good to me. Maria, why don't you make yourself scarce
for a while and then I would like to hear all the details," he said.
Nick didn't bother taking me off the opened bag. He just pulled out a knife and cut the
tape binding my right leg to the cast on the left. Then he lay down beside me and proceeded to let
his hand run over my face, breasts and belly. By the time he had worked down to my groin all
that previous excitement was roaring back. A finger found itself down near my clitoris and I
couldn't help separating my thighs. Then it felt like two fingers exploring my wet entranceway. 
It wasn't long before he was sliding down his pants and shorts. My high collar prevented me
from looking downwards but I could feel his hard penis on my thigh.
"Oh, baby, I've missed you even if you are a bitch. Come to Daddy." It almost sounded
like "Cum for Daddy" as he got his knees between mine, forcing my thighs apart and coming
down on me. The sweat and my juices made it easy for him, and I moaned through the airway as
he entered me. God, he felt good and I found myself wanting every inch of him. I squeezed and
ground as hard as I could as his actions became frenzied and I only wished that my hands were
free to help. He came rather quickly and I wasn't far behind him.
As he slumped along side of me he said, "Pat, that's the best response I have ever gotten
from you. Have they been giving you hormones or something? You seem like a different
person." Half jokingly, he rolled me to one side and looked at the tattoo 
"Well, your little fox is still there, wearing his little chain so I guess it is you." He lay
there caressing my breasts and toying with my nipples as I tried to simmer down. Suddenly he
was looking very intently at my right nipple, pulling it out slightly and rotating it. "Hm," was all I
heard. Then he got up and pulled on his shorts and pants. After taking one more look at me, a
puzzled expression on his face, he left the room. 
Chapter Six 

I couldn't figure out what was going on but decided to see if I could get a little help. I
could see a telephone on a desk on the other side of the room. If I could reach it, I might be able
to dial the operator. I swung the cast over the side of the bed and with a little difficulty managed
to get to a sitting position. While trying to decide if I could walk or must crawl, the door
suddenly opened and Nick and Maria entered.
"Looks like our patient is trying to go somewhere, Maria. Now we'll get her back on that
bed and I want you to take a good look at her nipples." I was helpless to prevent them from
shoving me down.
Maria sat on the edge of the bed beside me and proceeded to closely inspect my breasts,
pinching and tugging on the nipples. I couldn't figure out what they were looking for until she
said, "Well as far as I am concerned, there is no way that her nipple ring sites could heal in the
few days since she escaped from us. I am beginning to think for several reasons that she is not
Pat."
"But she looks awfully like Pat and she does have the tattoo," Nick said. "I suppose that
could be duplicated however. Well, let's get that tape off her face, the thing in her mouth out and
that collar off. Then we'll know what she really looks like. Too bad if she's someone else for she
sure knows how to fuck."
"Nick, I think it would be best if we got her down into the playroom where we can control
her better. She may have some tricks we don't know about." He agreed and they soon had me
zipped back into the bag. It felt like they both grabbed the upper part and simply dragged me
down a flight of stairs, presumably into the basement. While they were doing this I came to the
conclusion that I should try to maintain my identity as Pat for as long as possible.
"Let's put her on the rack for now," Nick said.
When they unzipped the bag I found myself lying on a heavy, wooden table in a high
ceiling room. The collar prevented me from seeing much of my surroundings. Maria proceeded
to put some type of padded cuff on my free ankle and attached it to a chain coming from lower
down. I guess she did the same to the lower part of the cast on my left leg. Then they worked
together to free my right hand from the duct tape, secure it in a cuff and drag it over my head
where it was attached to another chain. My left hand and wrist followed. By twisting a handle at
the bottom of the table, the chains were tightened slowly, my legs and arms became spread out
and all slack disappeared up to the point of putting a little tension on all my extremities.
"Now, let's see what she looks like," he said. The collar was first removed and then he
roughly pulled the tape from my face. In so doing the tape pulled the airway from my mouth.
"Thanks, Nick," I tried to say. My mouth was dry and sore but I guess the words got out. 
"What's going on?"
"Oh, she can talk. Her voice is a little different but I suppose it could be from that thing
they had in her. And the tape marks make her look different. Maybe she is Pat," he said.
"I don't think so. Earlier I wondered why her breast seemed firmer and you thought she
was different when you made out with her. And where did her nipple puncture sites go?" Maria
replied.
"Look guys, they must have healed. How about letting me up?" I said.
She looked at Nick and said, "I've got an idea. Let's just puncture her nipples again. It
won't hurt her if I find the old sites and if she's someone else, I think she may let us know."
"No, please. I'm Pat Osborne, really. Release me and we can talk about it."
"Nick, I'm going to shut her up while I do this. Get that ball gag from over there." While
waiting for this she covered my mouth and nose with her hand and so I was gasping when she
then plunged the large rubber ball in and secured it behind my head. Although I could make some
sounds, they were muffled and subdued. I began to panic and struggle, moving my body a little
from side to side. Nick stopped this very easily by turning the table crank a few more clicks. 
Now the stain on my limbs was considerable.
Marie brought some things over to a table side stand and started to wash my breasts
vigorously with a soap solution. I looked to see if she had any local anaesthetic and could see
none. A few attempts to yell on my part brought a hard slap to my face and a few pinches to my
nipples which by that time were jutting out from the washing anyway. She then pulled out my
right nipple, looked closely and jabbed a straight needle clean across the base. I screamed at her
and looked down to see the needle sticking in me. I tried to beg her to take it out, but she
grasped my other nipple and repeated the process. I was now sobbing and moaning.
"Are you ready to tell us who you really are?" she asked. I began thinking that I had little
to lose by complying when she said, "Well while you are thinking, I am going to get some new
rings in you. And if you think the needles hurt, wait until you feel me struggle to get the rings
through. I have the new ones that I got as a present for you before you skipped. See aren't they
pretty?" She held up two rings that were about 5/8 of an inch in diameter and silver in colour. 
"They are made of stainless steel. And see they have a have a little sleeve on one side that passes
over the two open ends after the rings are closed. A little instant magic glue in the sleeve and the
ends are bonded very firmly and permanently."
I tried not to look as I felt her start to thread the opened ring through the passage made by
the needle but the instant pain drew my attention. It hurt like hell but I was completely helpless
and could only yelp. I watched as she put a drop of the glue in the sleeve and push it over the
ends to complete the circle. She held the ring closed for about a minute and then tested it, a smile
confirming the strength of the bond. She had a bit more trouble threading the other ring which
increased the pain, but then that ring also was in place and closed. Her next step was to attach a
short light chain to the rings. With a tug she pulled both nipples towards the ceiling and I yelled
as tears came to my eyes. Nick looked on with glee.
"Are your ready to tell us about yourself?" Maria asked. I nodded and she removed the
gag. "Okay, if you're Pat, why don't you tell us where you were born."
"Please, don't hurt me anymore. Just take the pull off my arms and legs," I implored.
Her response was to tug on the chain harder and it felt like the rings were tearing through
my poor nipples. I gave up. There was no way I was going to be able to continue making them
believe I was Pat.
"Stop, please. I'm not Pat Osborne. My name is Ann Grayson and I'm just a nurse at the
hospital who looked like Pat."
"Well now. I think, Nick, we just heard something that makes sense."
Nick chimed in saying, "Then where is Pat and what were you doing in her bed?"
I gulped for I didn't know what they would do when they learned the truth. Another tug
on the chain started me talking. "Pat died from her injuries and the police convinced me that I
should take her place in an effort to locate you....but they couldn't stop the abduction and don't
know where I am."
"You bitch, you were a fucking decoy," he said as he struck me across my face. "I'm
going to go upstairs and check on our security. Make sure she doesn't escape and we'll decide
what to do with her in the morning."
Maria turned to me and said, "Now Ann, or whatever your name is, what is your pleasure? 
We have a nice small dog cage over there, we have a wooden cross I can put you on, we have
some nice clamps we can apply or I suppose we can put you back in the body bag." 
I looked around the room and realised that it really was set up as a sort of torture
chamber. "Why don't you just turn be loose. I won't tell a sole...and obviously I don't know
where I am?"
"I'll tell you why. The main reason is that you may make a very good substitute for Pat in
my life and Nick's. I think I will love training you to be my little slave. In fact I am going to start
your training tonight even if it is late."
With fear I watched as she brought several things over to the table. Her first step was to
place a leather thing over my head. It tightly covered my eyes and a broad strap went under my
chin and over my head securing the blindfold in place. Then she pinched my nostrils together and
when I yelled a leather plum went into my mouth. It was attached to an outside strap that was
buckled behind my head, effectively silencing me from any intelligent conversation. Next she
released some of the tension on my legs which she then spread and held with a spreader bar
between the cuffs. My wrist cuffs were simply roped together over my head and then my arms
were completely released. I was dragged to a sitting position and then hauled off the table. I
stumbled trying to follow the tug on the wrist rope and fell to my knees.
"Now Ann, here comes the fun." She hooked something around my wrist bondage and
the next thing I felt was my arms being steadily raised higher and higher over my head. I was
moaning by the time I was on my tiptoes, and very uncomfortable when I was raised even higher
so that only the toes of one foot were touching.
"How do your nipples feel, Ann? Perhaps you have already forgotten them. Well, let's
see what these little weights will do." I screamed as I felt a sudden downwards pull on the chain
between my nipples. She just laughed. "Now I am going to try out some new Japanese bondage
ties on you, okay?"
For the next half hour as I twisted and tried to stay away from her, she tied loops of
narrow rope tightly about my torso. The worst were circles around the bases of my breasts. I
couldn't believe they could be so tight as they caused my breasts to swell. Finally, she pulled a
portion of rope through my crotch, making sure that it cut into my clitoris and between my labia.
"Now a few goodnight kisses with my favourite whip." Suddenly I heard a swish and felt a
searing pain across my buttocks followed by about three more. I swung my legs, cast and all up
off the floor in an attempt to escape the blows, and felt my body pivot. Then she was gone. 
Chapter Seven

I hung there trying to get comfortable. Every movement set the chain and weights
swinging, pulling on my poor nipples. I yelled for help and then pleaded for her to return and let
me loose. I was sweating, aching and about to faint when suddenly there was a very loud bang
followed by a second one from somewhere above me. Then I heard heavy steps and muffled
voices, accompanied by some thuds. Then silence again.
Then I realised someone was coming down the stairs towards me. I moaned and tried to
say 'please' through the gag. Hands held me up and my wrists were released. I collapsed into the
arms of someone who said, "Easy, Ann. You're safe now. It's all over." The gag and mask were
removed and I looked up to see Tom's face. He lifted me up, placed me on the table, still
completely nude. "Whow, look at you. My God, I'll kill those bastards."
"Tom, are you a wonderful sight. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're going to
have to help me with these ropes because my hands and fingers are numb." He first freed my
hands and then started on the body ropes. He blushed as he unwrapped my breasts and I gasped
as the blood surged back. My hands and breasts all were tingling and hurting as the sensation
returned. Then he got the rope out of my crotch and looked at the chain connecting the nipple
rings. "I think I can take that off," I said but found my fingers still would not work.
Tom said, "I'll do that but you'll have to tell me how the rings come off."
"I don't think they do, at least not now. Can you find something to cover me?"
"Sure, sorry," he said. He returned a minute or so later with a blanket which I wrapped
up in and sat up, the cast dropping heavily to the floor.
"How did you find me? I was beginning to give up hope," I said. "And what happened
upstairs?"
"Well, you were easy to find. You see, we planted a homing device in that cast of yours. 
That's why the felt was so thick. So we were able to follow you and knew you were here in this
house. But initially we were not sure Nick was here. So we had to wait until we saw him and
could know exactly how many people were guarding you. We used heat sensors and became
convinced there was the outside guard, Maria and Nick...and nobody else. For a while we
couldn't locate her, I guess because she was down here in the basement. When she came up we
captured the guard, tossed in two stun grenades and broke in. Maria and Nick gave us a little
trouble but those grenades really worked fine."
"Come here," I said. I then grabbed him and gave him a big kiss. "That's for saving me. 
Let's get out of here. I want to get this cast off."
"Another kiss like that and you might find yourself back on the table. Do you have
anything here that you want to take with you?" Tom asked.
I looked around and with an impish smile went over and picked up the body bag. "Just a
souvenir," I said.
Back at the hospital, Tom took me to the emergency room and called Brian who rushed
down. Tom told him all that happened, at least the part he knew. Then Tom said goodbye and
left after setting up a time the next day for me to make a deposition at the police station.
Brian himself cut off the cast and gave the back half containing the transmitter to an officer who
had remained. Then Brian asked, "Do you want to be checked over by one of the physicians?"
"No I want you to take me to your apartment. Just get me a scrub suit to wear and I'll get
my own clothes tomorrow."
"Sure. Give me a minute to get someone to cover for me," he said.
At his apartment, I made a dash for his bathroom, shed my clothes and then jumped into
his bed. He joined me a few minutes later and it wasn't long before his hand started caressing me. 
When his fingers found a nipple, I flinched. He looked down and saw the rings for the first time.
"Oh, my God. Did they do that to you?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, but I think they are sort of nice in an erotic sort of way. I'm
thinking of keeping them for a while, and anyway there is no way we can get them off tonight." 
By this time I was as horny as hell, and I could tell that Brian was very turned on as well. He had
no trouble finding his way into me. With his chest pushing on my sore nipples and with thoughts
of being enclosed in the body bag, I was swept higher and higher.
THE END