The tunnels beneath Briarcliff were cold no matter the time of year. Water dripped incessantly in spots, making black pools here and there on the stained concrete floor. The lights section that Dr. Heath claimed for his own were unevenly spaced and insufficiently powered. The one outside Nurse Karen's room flickered erratically.

It was that light that brought her around to consciousness. Opening her eyes did little good, though: A heavy layer of bandaging covered her head. Her mouth and nose were free as were her ears. Her senses of smell and hearing had gotten more keen over time. She could hear motion in the hall and could tell by the sound that it was Dr. Heath.

Her pulse quickened and she pressed against her restraints briefly. She hated him for keeping her bound even as her situation made her feel bizarrely wanted. The thought of him being near angered her and yet she craved his attention.

She heard his footsteps enter the room and tried to keep still. The rattle of the cuff on her left wrist let her know she had already failed.

"Good morning, Karen," the doctor said. He paused near the head of her bed and did some things she could only guess at. Then: "You've made remarkable progress. To be honest, there were times I didn't think you were going to pull through. It's unfortunate about your eyes. I'm afraid there was nothing I could do to save them after the infection set in."

She tried to respond, but all that came out was a garbled string of vowels. He had removed her tongue early on. Fortunately, he was well-versed in understanding patients who could not communicate verbally. He got the gist of what she intended. At least, he pretended to.

"You've come a long way in many other ways, though."

He put a hand over her breast and while she flinched, he was pleased to see her relax again almost immediately. He slid his hand down her torso and over her belly, feeling the fresh scars through the thin hospital gown. Her breath quickened under his touch, but she didn't try to pull away from him.

"Very far indeed," he praised. He leaned in close to her ear and nibbled the exposed lobe briefly. "Dr. Haddonfield has a device we need you to test, my love," he murmured.

She had no idea what he was talking about and at that moment she didn't care. He had called her his love. He hadn't done that since before everything went sour between them. Since before she had ruined everything with her dramatic self-injury.

He straightened, unlocked the wheels on her bed and rolled her toward the door. "If you continue to be such a very good girl, I might just allow you clearance to assume some light duties down here. Would you like that?"

Karen squirmed in her bonds. She hated that she did want what he was offering. She hated herself even as she surrendered to the aching desire to please him. The drugs in her system made it easy to tune out the loathing and anger, to focus solely on a future by his side again. He had called her his love and surely he meant it. She had disfigured herself. He couldn't think her pretty. So, he must love her.

And she would love him to her fiercest ability.

Two days later, it was Violet who was taken to see Dr. Haddonfield.

The bed she was on was lightly padded in cold, waterproof vinyl and built similar to a pelvic exam table in that it had a flat area at the head and the foot split in two. She was strapped in: Purely protocol, the doctor assured her, to be certain she didn't fall.

Violet was more concerned about the way the stirrups bared her lower half to the treatment room. She was dressed only in a viewing gown. Everything else had been taken from her for the treatment she was about to undergo on one of the new machines Dandy had purchased. She had never felt more exposed and vulnerable.

Dr. Haddonfield and a nurse were the only people in attendance, but that did nothing to reassure her. The doctor rolled his stool between her thighs bringing with him a mechanical device on casters that was large enough to block her view of him. That suited her just fine.

"Now Violet," Dr. Haddonfield said. His creaky old voice was edged with uncustomary excitement. He loved to work with new therapy devices. "This will be a bit chilly at first, but it should warm up quickly."

She felt something cool and solid settle against her crotch. She swallowed and found her throat was suddenly dry. There was a soft click and a loud whirr as the device's motor sparked to life. The cool surface against her crotch began to vibrate and rub.

Her breath caught in her chest, and she blinked a few times. Squirmed a little.

"Are you all right?" Dr. Haddonfield asked solicitously.

Violet sucked a quick breath. "Uh. No. Er. Yes. I...I'm um."

Her heartbeat quickened, rapidly warming her body. Dr. Haddonfield turned a dial and the machine clicked again. The vibrating intensified. Violet gasped audibly, her back arching involuntarily. She had masturbated before, but what the bathtub spigot had done was nothing compared to what the machine was doing to her.

"There," the doctor said, satisfied. "I think that should do it."

The smooth surface rubbed rapidly against her swollen clitoris and Violet had to bite her lip in order to keep from crying out in pleasure. It was a futile effort. The steady, insatiable thrum was undeniable. Soon she couldn't stop the sounds escaping with her heaving breaths. She held back as long as she could then surrendered to the orgasm.

It hit hard, wracking her body in spasms that were almost painful. The safety straps allowed her to fully give into the climax. But the machine didn't stop even after her orgasm reached its peak. It continued to whir against her throbbing clitoris, overstimulating her. She cried out, hips bucking in an attempt to get away from the intense pleasure.

"Doctor?" the nurse said, concerned.

Dr. Haddonfield patted her arm reassuringly. "Responses like this are common with this treatment," he said even though he knew little about it himself. "It'll pass. Think of it like...shock therapy."

Violet's heart pounded in her ears. She couldn't get away from the device between her thighs and eventually the steady beat of the vibration numbed her somewhat to its effects. She was able to catch her breath. It was a very brief respite, though, and soon she felt herself riding the rollercoaster back up the hill.

It took less time to reach climax the second time. This time she didn't bother holding back or trying to stay quiet. She couldn't. The waves of pleasure were too strong. Her back arched sharply, rattling the table with the force of her orgasm. The cry she gave cracked in the center and died to a ragged, breathless whimper.

"I think...I'm done," she panted. She needed a break.

"Done?" Dr. Haddonfield said curiously. Then he chuckled. "Oh my. No, dear. You still have nine more minutes in this session." Then, he said to the nurse: "Let's dial it up another tick. We don't want her desensitizing."

Violet stiffened. "What? No. Wait."

The nurse turned the dial. Click. And the device whirred more furiously against Violet's overstimulated crotch, igniting her clit.

"No!" Violet squealed, tugging at the straps that restrained her. "Stop! Please!"

The doctor turned the dial up another click in response. Violet's protests eroded to ragged moans. She couldn't think about anything except the incessant buzzing on her over-sensitized flesh. In seconds she was spasming again, caught in a tremendous orgasm. Her heart was pounding too fast, faster than it ever had in her life. Her whole body was tensed up and wouldn't relax. Wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered agony radiated from her pelvic region even as her back muscles cramped up. Her cries edged toward tortured.

Then, abruptly, the machine shut off.

She was left gasping for breath, the world fading in and out as her heart tried to stabilize. Sweat poured off her body and slicked the bed. Her throat was raw, and she could barely hear.

"What happened?" the nurse asked.

"It shorted out," the doctor said. "Hmf. Damned new technology. We'll let Mr. Mott know he needs to ask for a refund for this one. Clean her up and send her back to her cell," he said of Violet. "I'll write the report."

For Violet the world slowly faded into darkness as she lost consciousness. She wouldn't wake until the call for dinner.

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Author's Note:

If you've been following my stories for a while, I want to congratulate you on sticking with me. I have finally finished filming (!) and the short film is now in post-production. I've seen lots of awesome footage from it and I cannot WAIT to share it with you! Unfortunately, I have to wait. Because it's still being edited.

So, this was the earliest I could get back to posting. Hopefully I'll be able to tie things up before too long. I know how this and my other series are going to end. Just a matter of getting it all typed and edited before another project steamrolls me.

Thanks again for sticking with the story. If you're new, um. Hi! What a chapter you picked to tune in to. I can't say all of 'em are this racy, but you will probably enjoy the rest. Next time: Being overcrowded won't stop Briarcliff taking on more patients and the Church pulls out of the asylum.