Tails

"Tails" answers the other orderly. "He's gagged anyway, so heads would be a waste."

"Fair enough" The first answers. You then feel the two lift you up, and the stretcher get slid onto something about waist high on the two. Still wrecked from May's attention you begin to sob quietly into your sock and pull weakly at the bonds. You wonder if this is all they're going do from now on, pull you around, keep you tied up, you haven't had an ounce of control in days. Heck the only control you've had over your own body was being able to wiggle your toes, and you were allowed to speak twice. You no longer are the one in control of your body much less your life.

While you're wallowing in self pity and fear the two move around and you hear an engine start. You figure out that you're on the bed of some sort of cart. The cart starts moving, and you nervously cover one foot with the other, however immediately you feel the orderly on the right grab the toes of your right foot and **** them back, the guy is strong and you can't resist at all, then he starts scrabbling is fingers up and down your sole, hard, while him and the driver talk like there's nothing happening.

It's nothing compared to May's sharp nails, but soon you're back to laughing. Occasionally, during the longer straighter stretches of the drive, you feel the driver reach over and really give it to your left arch, making your eyes bug out. Still exhausted and over sensitized from May's torment you soon run out of energy and are left quietly wheezing into the sock gag and a few tears occasionally stream out the corners of your eyes.

Eventually the cart stops, and backs up into a garage. The tickling stops and the vehicle slowly backs in till you hear a large metal clang, like the sound of a garage door slamming shut. The orderlies come out around and you see them working with something just behind your head on the cart. You hear one talking into something, presumably an intercom and says, "Patient ready for transfer." And hear "Roger" in response.

In a second the stretcher you're on begins moving and the two orderlies wave at you with cruel smirks. You end up in another clean white room, and the stretcher stops with a sudden jolt.

Two more orderlies come into view. "OK fresh meat. You're almost ready be to integrated to our little community. This is the last step of preparation, then you meet the doctor, then you'll be taken to your room and you can get situated."

You don't know what he's talking about, but the last part seems to indicated that you'll finally be on your own two feet again, and that sounds good.

"We're gonna unhook you soon, but don't try to run, or struggle. If you do you'll start racking up demerits, and you don't want that before you even get your orientation. We may not be doctors or nurses, but we're the only orderlies who can hand out punishments, and we're not nearly as nice. You step so much as one toe out of line and we will make your life a living hell before the doctor even sees your face." You can tell from the hard tone of his voice and scowl of his face he is not joking in the least. "Now first thing we got to do is get you out of that straight jacket. You're not to move your arms until we tell you to, understand?"

You nod, fear visible on your face.

"Good". Then the two begin unhooking the jacket and your ankles from the stretcher. Then they help you into a sitting position. One goes to the back and starts undoing the buckles, while the other removes the cuffs from your ankles and thighs. Finally you feel the tension let off your arms, and they fall into your lap. You wince hoping that doesn't count as 'moving' them without permission.

The one on the back also removes your gag with a little noise of disgust "Ahh, how is May doing?" he asks. You mumble out a response, not really any words but definite sounds. "Good" he says. You think you somehow side stepped a trap there.

Then the two remove your straight jacket. As your arms come free you notice that each orderlies is about 2-3 times the size of yours, and you can tell already your odds of overpowering them are slim if any.

"Now this is the part where most guys earn their first demerit. We need to take your pants off for cleaning. It's no funny business, we've seen 'em a million times before, it's just like at the doctors office. Now be good, and stay still, and don't fight us."

That's an order.