Chapter Twenty-Four
Abandoned To Institutional Testing
I was soon released me from the rubber helmet and sighed with vast relief. It was a horrible thing to be confined in and she knew I hated it with a passion and so insisted that I wear it as often as possible; especially in combination with the air/feeding mask and the awful feeding p***s gag. I lay quietly on the bed and she pressed a button, raising it so that I was in a semi-reclined position and could look around a little. Specially formed cushions had been placed behind me to form a pocket for my reverse prayer fastened arms. The bed restraint straps were not tightened to the maximum and so I could twist a little from side to side, but my never-removed ankle hobble was connected to the bottom of the bed frame with a short chain f
