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You come to slowly, your head feels as though it is stuffed with cotton wool and your mouth is very dry. You go to rub your eyes, but find your hand won't move. You concentrate and focus and look down at yourself. You're still in the chair in the examination room. Additional restraining straps are around your wrists and upper arms, holding the securely to the arms of the examination chair. You can feel another broader strap around your chest, hidden from your view by the swell of your breasts. You can still move your head though so you look around the room. You are alone.

You wait for what seems like ages and then hear the sound of the door being unlocked. You twist you head round to see who's entering. A medical orderly comes in and peers at you, his eyes travel down you naked, bound body and he licks his lips as he stares at between your spread legs at your hairless pussy.

"OK she's awake now." He calls back to someone. "Clean her up and don't take all day about it."

Two women wander into the room, one of the carries a large bowl and the other has a sponge and a towel. Both are clad only in a loose, orange smock style dress. When one turns you see in large black lettering that they have 'STATE MENTAL ASYLUM' on the back. You get a good look at your two fellow inmates. One is short and skinny and looks barely out of her teens. She has short white blonde hair that looks as though it's been cropped with a hedge trimmer. The other is a tall black woman a few years older with an impressive rack tenting out the front of her smock. The orderly stares at you a few more seconds, then leaves the room.

"Hiya I'm Mouse." The little one says brightly with a smile. " Boy, they got you all tied down there don't they?"

The coloured woman comes over for a look at you and helps herself to your folder off the back of the chair and reads it.

"This is Sharona. Don't tell noone, but she ain't crazy like the rest of us. She's just pretending to keep out of the state pen." Mouse tells you. "I'll give your puss a lick if you give me cigerette."

You think you must have misheard the young woman for a moment, the last sentance seems so unexpected.

"Mouse you fucking retard, the sister's strapped butt naked to a fucking chair." Sharona says, continuing to read your information. "Unless she's got a packet of smokes rammed up her ass, how's she gonna have cigerettes?"

Mouse thinks about this for a second and then gives you a huge childlike smile.

"That's OK." she says. "You can owe me this one."

The little blonde disappears from your view as she scuttles round the chair and her tousled blonde head dips down between your thighs. You feel something wetly hot and wriggling touch your pussylips. A warm contented feeling washes over you. You remember the doctors wish for you to relax when she examined you. Does this mean until it's reversed, you'll go docile as soon as anyone touches your pussy?

"Hold the fucking phone!" Sharona exclaims loudly. "Get a fucking load of this."

"The patient shows intermittant and uncontrollable emotional responses." Sharona read out loud. "I observed her become exceedingly sexually aroused and orgasm violently during an examination. On a previous occasion she attacked and severely injured a police sergeant for no apparent motive. The officer was hospitalised with numerous wounds inflicted by the patients bare hands and teeth."

"You better lick her pussy good Mouse, or she's likely to snap your skinny neck." Sharona said laughing. "Way to go sister, so you put a pig in hospital?"

Mouse's tongue has been busy lapping at you labia as Sharona was reading. She has you quivering with the sensations she's inflicting on your helpless cunt. When her tongue moves and assaults your clitoris, your mouth opens wide as your pussy walls clench and and a delightful orgasm ripples through your body.

"See, I licked her puss real good." Mouse chirps, her little blonde head popping up from between your thighs. "She's all wet and sticky now."