Blink
By DX
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Sarah finds herself trapped in an insane asylum in the hands of a sinister doctor who is giving her a drug that will destroy her brain and leave her as a living sex doll! 



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When she opened her eyes she found herself in the room.
It was familiar.  She’d seen it before.  It was four walls in a soft, peach pallor.  The walls were plasticy, rubberized, and padded, covered in a tear resistant, quick clean material.  She had slammed her head many times against them and it was no worse than a pillow fight.  She had cried on them until snot ran like tears and they didn’t stain.
Four walls.
Each time she opened her eyes, each time she blinked, she found herself in the room and the horror became real again.
She opened her eyes and found herself in her little prison.
Snorting, she struggled to sit up.  She was in her straight jacket.  It was a heavy, nylon fabric.  Pound for pound it was tougher than steel, but soft as a baby’s blanket, and because of its high tech fabric she could remain in it for days, weeks, or even months without worry of percolating bacteria or body odor.
They could leave her in it forever if they wished.
As she shifted left, then right, scooting on her bottom so she could sit up and lean against the padded wall, a nugget of memory flared in her head.  The feature of the straight jacket when used on the insane promoted feelings of comfort and protection.  Many patients found it soothing to have their arms tightly hugging themselves.
She wasn’t so sure she felt any comfort at all.
With a grunt she got herself sitting upright.  She could see her feet and legs were in the single sock.  It was the same material as her jacket and it made her legs, from knee to toes, one single useless appendage.  The reason for it was to keep her from kicking and injuring the staff.  She could, with great effort, get up to a standing position and hop around, but that never ended well.  She would inevitably fall, most likely on her face, and would spend the next twenty minutes or so trying to roll over.
With her feet and arms taken care of, she finished her survey by trying to call out and confirmed her mouth was indeed packed full with a silicone mouth guard and a mad complex of straps to hold it firmly in place.
She leaned her head back and celebrated they had not blindfolded her. 
The darkness was maddening. 
They were keeping her in restraints more often and for longer periods.  Although she had no way of telling time in her little cell, it felt like more.  Each time she blacked out, each time she blinked, time flittered away.  She could blink and it would be weeks later by her reckon.
At least, that’s what Nurse Ratchet would say.
She was certain the woman’s name wasn’t Nurse Ratchet.  It was doctor… something or other.  She was a large, curvy woman with alarmingly huge breasts, a stilled explosion of giant, blonde hair, and intense, sapphire eyes.
Nurse Ratchet was the villain in the story.
Sitting on the floor of her cell, her head against the wall, she risked closing her eyes for just second.
“How is Sarah today?”
She opened her eyes, startled as the name flashed in her memory.  Her name was indeed Sarah.  She couldn’t remember anything about Sarah, not even what she looked like, but she was certain her name was Sarah.
Nurse Ratchet peered into Sarah’s eyes, almost as if she could see into the girl’s brain.  “You are still with us, aren’t you?”  She nodded slowly to herself.  “I believe you are.”  Nurse Ratchet pulled a syringe from her lab coat pocket.  “I’m impressed.  Most people would be permanently catatonic by now.”  Ratchet held up the syringe and tapped it to move the air bubbles.  “This works better for us anyway.  There is a new State official coming.  He’s going to want to see one of your,” she paused as she thought of a diplomatic term.  “episodes, before he signs the remand paperwork.”  She held up the syringe.  “Now that we’ve installed the permanent shunt in your neck, this is much, much easier.”
Sarah didn’t know of any permanent shunt.
Nurse Ratchet fiddled with something on Sarah’s neck, then pushed the plunger home.
Sarah blinked.
Opening her eyes she found herself lying on her face on the opposite side of the room.  She was alone.  Ratchet was gone.  Sarah had an image, almost burned to the back of her eye of an older man, with hard, unhappy eyes and a sharply trimmed grey mustache.
The man had worn a dark suit.  On the lapel was a silver eagle with wings outstretched.  The eagle carried a banner in its claws.  The banner was red, white, and blue.  The memory tugged at the corner of Sarah’s mind like laundry on the line in a windstorm.  She hated the man, hated everything.  She hated so much!  Unable to move her arms and legs she could only will her anger at anything.  Her body bucked and tossed as if she was trying to break a wild stallion.  There were others in the room.  They were trying to keep the old man away to protect him from Sarah’s fury.
The old man was unafraid.  He knelt beside her, his strong hands on her shoulders, and peered deep into Sarah’s eyes.
She saw the eagle on his lapel.
Like a gentle wave rolling up a beach on a summer’s day, Sarah knew calm.
She blinked and he was gone, and she was lying face down on the floor.
Sarah tugged at her restraints.  The jacket was properly fit and embraced her like her own skin.  As she pulled against it, nothing gave.  She heaved with all of her might and it yielded nothing.  She then tried to wriggle her legs, but the single boot was just an extension of the jacket.  She was going nowhere.  
The door opened and the orderlies stormed in.  They grabbed her and picked her up slammed her against the wall and held her there.  When they realized she wasn’t fighting, they relented and eased her to the floor.
“That will be all, gentlemen.”  Nurse Ratchet’s voice poured like cough syrup.  She stood there, her blue eyes simmering.  In the small room the two orderlies somehow managed to squeeze past her with touching her.
They closed and locked the door behind them.
As Ratchet knelt, she tried to adjust her expression from annoyed irritation to friendly and comforting.  She failed.
“Your performance was good.”  Ratchet said.  “I thought he would sign the remand order right there and then, but at the last minute,”  She shrugged.  “he decided to follow State protocol.  That will put us back months!”  Ratchet regarded Sarah carefully.  “Why?”  She leaned closer, her sharp blue eyes watching.  “What did he see?”
Nurse Ratchet dismissed it with a tilt of her head.  “No matter.  It only means you get to stay here a little longer.  It’s a delicate balance, you see.  If you are completely catatonic then they will put you in a nursing home where you spend your days facing a wall, but if you can demonstrate that explosive anger then they will put you in my custody.  You can come to my private sanitarium and stay with my other patients.”  Ratchet smiled dreamily.  “You would like that.  It is sunny with lots of green gardens.  You can spend time with the other girls.  I like to sit them out in their wheelchairs keeping each other company.  I dress them in pretty clothes… like dolls.”
Sarah sat motionless as Ratchet took out her syringe.
“This is my own creation.”  Ratchet said, admiring the chemical sloshing around the tiny glass chamber.  “It slowly builds up in the system to rot your brain.  It’s like a chemical lobotomy.  The brain eventually deteriorates and leaves you a permanent, pretty doll for me to play with.  It’s the timing that’s tricky.  As your brain melts, it triggers violent episodes.  Care facilities won’t take violent patients.  My facility, which is of course much more expensive, takes troubling cases like yours.  See, I know in a few short weeks the anger will fade and you will be just a pretty doll to add to my collection.”
Sarah mumbled into her gag.
Ratchet looked at her curiously.  “Why am I doing this?  Are we to go over this again?”  She conceded.  “Ah, the drugs are devouring your memory.  Soon you’ll remember nothing.  Soon you will care for nothing.  Soon your view of the world will be like looking down a long, dark tunnel.  In the meanwhile, I will give you the short version.  Your biological father, a man you have never met, was incredibly wealthy.  When he died, instead of leaving all of his money to his other daughter, your half sister, he left it to you.  I imagine he did this because your half sister is a horrible person.  To get her hands on the money, your dear sister wants you institutionalized.  Once you’ve been remanded to State custody for life, your sister will inherit the money and I will be paid several million dollars.  If I do this right, I will have the extra bonus of adding you to my doll collection.  I dress my dolls up in such pretty clothes!  Men pay handsomely to call upon my dolls.  They play with my dolls.  You will have such a wonderful time as my doll, you’ll see.  The men will love playing with you.  Your brain will be toast by then, and you’ll have just the fleeting thought of the games you’ll play.  You’ll know just a little of what is happening, but helpless to do anything about it, just like a real doll.”
Sarah shifted away, trying to avoid the approaching syringe.
“Still fighting,”  Ratchet whispered.  “but this will cure that.  This will take away a little more of that defiant brain of yours.”

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