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Sydney's Mental Health Part 2

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Sydney's Mental Health Part 2

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So my computer died and work and life. Writing stories hasn't been on the agenda lately. In that time I did put this second part together. Hope it's not too rough. Enjoy

A sound of a dripping faucet or pipe was clipping away as patient 202 sat immobile in her bondage. The visitors had come and gone at first, looking to find Jessica Alba who had been missing for a couple of days at this point, but to this point no one had recognized her. By day they kept her in a straight jacket and face mask, a vibrating/expanding pussy plug planted deeply for max efficiency. The day however had come and gone, and soon she would receive her next visit From Dr. Fallis. His procedures thorough and meticulous; inflating the toy to the max and having her squeeze it out had become one of his favorite pass times. The doctor then fucked her till her moans turned to gibberish, her pussy now a perpetually leaky hole waiting for it's next hot beef injection. His joy very apparent as he would now click his heels through the hall.

After that it was the nurses turn. She would reapply the cream and plug, Have a quick Nair session to make sure nothing was growing back. If Jessica could think on anything above the waistline, she would be mortified at the thought of wearing wigs for the rest of her life. Her hair being a key feature to why men saw her as such a drop dead gorgeous beauty. The nurse on the other hand took joy in making sure the patients were all hairless. The excuse of course being a sanitary environment but lets be honest you could eat off the floor at this place. To the nurse degradation was a great source of joy, every touch a pleasure, every crevice discovered.

When she had finally finished the nurse tidied the area and made her way out the door. If not moments later it was the orderlies who came by with their turn in the rotation. It would be a long night for patient 202.

203 on the other hand was another matter. She had to be kept gagged. Her will was strong and her spirit not half as broken as it had appeared. She had remained still for the nude painting as the doctor had promised her freedom if she complied with all that he wanted to do with her. I mean really what other choice did she have? Aside from being naked, ball-gagged, and kept to a straight jacket she had been relatively untouched to this point. Currently she was sitting in her room hearing the moans and groans coming from next door. They were animal in their nature as sounds of pleasure echoed through the stone walls. Sydney could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. Soon they would be wrapping on her chamber door and subjecting her to all kinds of high end pleasure, or so she thought. Nothing ever came, but the sounds from next door were non stop. Wet sounds of a pussy that had given in to its carnal urges, she would have pleasured herself if she only had a free hand.

Without so much as a cat call her time had come and gone. Dr. Fallis had come to visit earlier checking on restraints and reflexes. After a few tests he smiled saying he would be there to see her off in a bit, then he quickly vanished through the heavy metal door. It was about an hour of wait until the orderlies finally made their way in. She was shocked when they began to undo her bindings and ball gag.

“If you are fine to walk on your own ma'am we will escort you to your belongings”. She could tell the man had a look of disappointment on his face. Her now naked body fully exposed they both had semi erect cocks waiting for her to comply. She sat up confused. Were they fucking with her? Hesitant at first she quickened her pace as the orderlies became more impatient.

“Okay, fine. I'm fine, getting up”. The men grabbed either hand and began to lead Sydney from the back cells to the shiny hallway she remembered from yesterday. At the end of the hallway stood Dr. Fallis busy with his clipboard jotting down notes and snickering. The box with her name stood at his feet, the tape not nearly as thick as Elle Lopez had been. Marching her right to the end of the hallway in front of the heavy locked metal doors, she could feel a muted morning breeze that had somehow made its way through the lobby.

“Miss Sydney Sweeney, we held you for a 24 hour period after impersonating a patient at our facility. We have treated your transgressions with minor humiliation after all it was a minor offence. You have served your time, and by all accounts are free to go. My men will escort you to the changing rooms so you can have a little privacy”. They began to proceed one orderly picking up the box but Fallis stopped them. “Wait, I know you're not going anywhere but it is procedure if one of the orderlies can't escort you by hand than you have to wear handcuffs” he claimed producing a pair from his coat pocket. She really had no reason not to comply, they had been reasonable despite their bizarre practices. Sydney raised her wrists as one of the orderlies cuffed her wrists in front of her and proceeded to lead her to the changing rooms.

The changing rooms however are past the showers. This was news to the flabbergasted beauty as she was led quickly down the long hall. She stopped as oversized washing station came into view. What put her off most was all of the hair clumped by a center chain and chair. She had initially thought it was a dead rat, wet and soggy half in the drain but as the orderlies brought her closer to the chain it was unmistakably human. A frayed rubber band holding it together. When they stopped by the chain she was so distracted she didn't notice them attach her to it until one began reeling it up lifting her arms above her head.

“Wait, what the fuck are you doing? I’m free, you heard the doctor”. Sydney pleaded as the bonds grew tighter stretching her petite frame. The orderlies ignoring her at this point started to head toward the exit when... “ You fucking morons, don’t you dare leave me like this. I’ve been polite and courteous just please let me go I’ll...”

The ball gag was stuffed in Sydney’s mouth muffling any further objections or criticisms. She fumed in her bindings raging like that of a wild horse but the orderly was too strong for her to stop him from easily clipping the back of the gag in place. At that same moment the nurse had already made her way into the room, reaching under white sheets and collecting her tools for the woman she was about to destroy. Sydney had been so distracted by the ball gag she had yet to see the nurse and her evil grin. As the orderlies left they started cat calling Sydney, telling of future room visits they would make nightly to her somber cell. She tried to tear them a new one but with the ball gag turning words to muffled gibberish and the drool becoming a problem leaking down her chest and stomach she hung there helpless sealed to her fate. She was shocked back to the present by a slap to the clit.

“I remember how proud you were when you first stepped into this hospital. The way you agreed to the fake name I made up without question. Must have thought you were pretty clever did you?” Sydney was well beyond proud at this point. Her eyes were wide circles when the nurse first applied a generous helping of cream to her nether regions. At first it was nothing but a tingle, but the sensation began to creep upon her. It was all she could think about. The nurse snapped her back into reality with a strong tug of her hair. She was applying a rubber band that the hot starlet recognized as being on the clump of hair in the drain. Sydney panicked thrashing about but it was no use, the sensation was becoming too much for her to think of anything else. Coming back once more from her overwhelming pleasure the nurse was now using an electric razor working her way around the scalp so when it fell all fell at once. She had incorporated this technique over the years. It was more damning to a woman’s spirit when she can see all that’s she's lost in one massive pile. Since she had started she noted a few things. Clothes can be put back on easily, but hair is groomed, cared for, loved. It held a special part of the psyche attached to vanity, dignity, and pride. All were useless to the doctor. They got in the way of his very important work. What with fashion and style hair is the center of it all like a rug completing a room. So relieving every “patient” of their crowning glory before the real fun started usually broke every applicant. It was no different in this case. Sydney had mused over an ill fitting wig on some of the older actresses before. Never thinking she would feel the material of the wig on her hairless head. With a final scrunch her blonde trusses cascaded to the tile floor and into the drain. The nurse laughed as she grabbed more cream her Sydney’s Scalp. The dollop again generous making sure not to miss any spots. Having finished her work with the head for the time being, the nurse began to focus on Sydney’s tight pussy.


Despite her sex appeal she had rarely had sex in the past few years. Boyfriends being only in it for the money and fame in Hollywood, her nightly exploits involved a sexy Spanish TV series and a vibrator she had named Felix. The nurse began wiping away all of the excess lather, Sydney’s pussy was as smooth as her head would soon be. She stood there exposed as the nurse began fingering her now swollen folds. So entranced she hardly noticed when the expanding vibrator was applied.

“I’ll make sure to apply extra tape to your box of things Miss Sweeney. I have a feeling you’ll be staying with us for quite some time”. Sydney twitched in ecstasy, unable to hear the goading nurses words.
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