Amy awakens

The last thought Amy Phillips remembered before blacking out was being glad that she had finally found someone who could help her call the cops and find some clothes. Unfortunately, it seemed fairly obvious from the gag in her mouth and the ropes tied around her body when she woke up that things did not exactly work out that way.

Amy had no idea how she had ended up like this but she suspected that the bleached blonde she had been talking to was responsible. She had an ache at the back of the head that felt like someone had hit her there and come to think of it, the bleached blonde was the last person Amy remembered being behind her. Granted, she had not seemed like the type to do something like that, but then Amy could have said the same thing about the cute hitchhiker who had robbed her of her clothes. Speaking of which...

Amy looked around but saw no clothes that she could put on. What she did see was a confined space that looked like the inside of a storage locker or something. There was a door a few feet away from her but it was locked from the outside. Not that Amy would have had an easy time opening it, what with her hands being tied, but it might have helped more if it had been unlocked.

Still... If she knocked on it long enough, she might be able to get someone's attention. Surely no everyone within listening distance was working with the hitchhiker and the bleached blonde. And even if they were, she still had to take a chance.

So she started throwing herself against the door. Again and again and again. Praying each time that whoever opened it would not be the hitchhiker or the bleached blonde.

Finally she heard the door being unlocked.

Hurrah, Amy thought. I'm saved.

The door opened and Amy saw a young black woman in a white nurse's uniform standing in front of her. A woman whose name-tag read "Rita".

"Who the hell are you?" asked Rita. "And how did you get in here?"

Amy mumbled an answer but Rita just shrugged and said, "Of course. The gag. How silly of me."

When Rita removed her gag, Amy smiled and said, "Thank God you came along. Some weird hitchhiker stole my clothes and when I tried to report it, some bleached blonde knocked me out and put me in here."

"You say that it was a hitchhiker that stole your clothes," said Rita. "What did he look like?"

"He was some Latin type," said Amy. "I think he said his name was Richard."

"Richard?" asked Rita. "As in Richard Ramirez?"

"Maybe," said Amy. "It's not like I asked to see his driver's license or anything."

"No, of course not," said Rita.

Rita then bent down and picked up a little black medical bag from which she took out a very large hypodermic needle.

"What's that for?" said Amy, nodding her head in the direction of the needle.

"Flu shot," said Rita as she opened up an **** pad and then rubbing it on Amy's left shoulder.

"But I've already had my flu shot for the year," said Amy.

"Well, then in that case, you're going to get another," said Rita as she put away the used **** pad.

"Hey, wait!" cried Amy. "Shouldn't you at least try to untie me first?"

Rita just smiled as she jabbed the enormous needle into Amy's left shoulder and pushed down the plunger.

As things proceeded to get dark again, Amy Phillips got the feeling that she was going to be naked for a long time.

And that's if she were lucky...