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She was not an escape artist. If she had been then she might have had a chance but in her current circumstances she was doing little to help herself. She was screaming, she was struggling and she was bouncing off the walls of the small padded room but there was little she was going to accomplish from this. Unfortunately she had yet to fully understand this. She was still half asleep unable to understand any sort of reason for her situation. She couldn't even remember the last thing she remembered. All she knew was that she had woken up in a straight jacket, was locked in a cell and was very unhappy about it. Finally she grew tired, sweat dripping from her brow. She slumped to the floor, leaning on the wall and panting. A sour and confused expression smudged her otherwise very attractive face.
Liv Tyler was not having a good day.
She tried to regulate her breathing, trying desperately to remember anything but so far nothing had come up. She remembered having dinner the night before.. was it the night before? She didn't remember another night. But she didn't remember going home either. It all seemed so blurred. And then she'd woken up here. Understandably she was irrationally scared and driven to irrational action. Now that she was a little more level headed it was a bit easier to think. A door panel slid open revealing a face. Anxious, Liv got up awkwardly and walked over to the door.
"I see you've calmed down a little." the man said calmly.
"Where am I?" Liv asked confused.
"Tournemond Mental hospital."
"Mental Hospital?" she exclaimed stepping back. "Why?"
"Don't you remember?"
"I.. No. I don't remember anything after dinner. I was... I don't know."
"I see. You were very violent when you came in. I'm glad you've calmed down a little."
"Yes.. I .. I don't know.. I'm thirsty."
"Well then I've come just in time."
A panel opened up at her feet and a plastic cup of water was slipped through. As she picked it up she saw two pills beside it, one red and one green.
"What are these?"
"Medication."
"But.. I'm not sick."
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"No but.."
"Then you have to let us help you. All right Liv?"
"My name?"
"It was with your things."
"I.. okay.. " Liv took the pills and swallowed them.
"Good girl. Now you get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning.
"No! Wait!" Liv yelled but the slot had already closed. She took a step back and started to pace. The baggy white hospital pants she was wearing were comfortable enough at least. After the third time she'd crossed the room she felt a little more dizzy A few more steps and she fell to her knees, vision spinning. She was asleep before her head hit the soft floor.
She woke up and rolled over, having trouble getting up in her restraints. Once she had achieved this she walked to the door and knocked on it once or twice.
"Can I talk to someone please?" she yelled desperately seeking answers.
After several minutes the slot opened and the face of the man she'd spoken to the day before appeared.
"Good Morning Liv. Ready to talk?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Good. I'm Doctor Augen."
"Hello Doctor."
The door opened and Liv had to shield her eyes from the white light. Cautiously she stepped out of the cell into a white corridor. There was no sign of anyone else around but that didn't mean there wouldn't be. They walked a few metres down the hall to another door which they entered and the Doctor closed behind her. Liv sat down on a couch awkwardly.
"Is this really necessary?" she asked, indicating her restraints.
"Liv do you remember how you got here?"
"No. I .. I don't. How?"
The doctor sighed and took up a seat behind the undecorated desk.
"Liv you were brought in after you attacked a couple in a park in L.A."
"I.. I did."
He nodded gravely. You laid into them with a baseball bat.
"What? I.." Liv leant back in shock. "I didn't do that. I'd remember.
"What was I doing in a park?"
"We were hoping you could tell us. Liv you were stark naked and raving something about soul twisters."
"Oh my God. Why can't I remember?"
"Often traumatic events have strange effects on the mind. Can you think of anything that might have lead to this?"
"No. Everything was going fine. I'd got the script for a new movie I was trying for. And... I went to bed... when I got up.. did I get up... I can't remember." she felt her voice cracking.
"It's all right Liv. Were here to help you."
He stood up and walked over to her, unlocking the straight jacket and helping her to remove it. Beneath it she wore a simple white singlet.
"You understand Live that if you try anything at all we'll be forced to use it again."
"I understand."
"Good. Let's see what we can think of then....."
Liv lay down on the bed, looking up at the sterile white roof. Her room had been upgraded after an initial psyche assessment. Augen had done the paper work and she had no things with her so she was able simply to go with him to it. She'd still been locked in of course. It wasn't much more than a prison cell, albeit cleaner and more comfortable. The session with the doctor had been unproductive for her, she still remembered nothing about the park. It made her uncomfortable just to think about it. The doctor had said it was perfectly normal but she didn't feel normal. She felt like someone locked away from the world. She'd asked about making a phone call but he pointed out that there were no phones in any of the areas she was allowed in. Her family had been notified but they couldn't visit her just yet. Until then she was alone, trying to figure out just what was going on in her mind...
"What do you see Liv?"
She stared at the blot for a second.
"A woman sitting in a chair."
"And this?"
"A bike helmet."
The ink blots kept coming and she kept naming what she saw.
"A waterfall, a lampshade, a horses head."
They went on and on until she got tired of them and openly stated so. "Has anything come back?"
"Nothing."
"Liv. Have you ever used a sensory deprivation tank?"
"No. I've heard of them."
"Well they can often unlock parts of your mind you've blocked off in the past. Would you be willing to try?"
"Sure. I guess so."
"Good."
"You're not claustrophobic are you?"
"No."
"That's okay then. Don't worry, they can be opened from the inside."
"So what do I do?"
"Just get in and relax. Get out when you want to. If you stay in too long I'll come in and knock." He walked to the door.
"What about my clothes?"
"There's a bathing suit in the corner if you want. It's up to you." He walked out closing the door behind him.
Liv looked at the tank, wondering about the lack of supervision. She guessed she couldn't hurt herself her, short of drowning that was. She walked over to the bathing suit, which was rather ugly and uncomfortable looking. Admittedly she wasn't about to dress up but she did want to relax. She shrugged to herself and pulled off her top and pants, stripping naked and lying down in the warm waters of the tank. She lowered the lid down and total darkness engulfed her. It took a few minutes to adjust to the new environment. She floated in the water, her head supported, warmth flowing into her ody. She listened to the sound of her own breathing as if became shallower and shallower. Liv felt the tension melting out of her body. At least until the images started. In front of her face a screen suddenly appeared, blanketing her vision. There was nothing at first, simply white but then images became clearer. Liv pushed up the lid of the tank but it held. Then she began to pound on it, frantically trying to get out.
She heard snaps, felt her wrist and ankles being shackled. She struggled and began to scream but it was no good. She couldn't help but see. She saw women, strapped to tables and chairs and walls, each wired up to strange machines, each writhing against their bonds. Some had helmets on their heads, some had visors, some had light burning into their eyes. Some screamed, some were silent. All of them were being bombarded with ecstasy. Liv squirmed in horror as image after image flicked over the screen in front of her, women being brainwashed, being subjected to mind altering tortures. Liv screamed but to no avail. She was trapped in the tank with the images going on and on. She tried to close her eyes but not long after that the sounds started, moans and howls of delight, pleas for mercy becoming pleas for more. Liv felt sick but there was nothing she could do to turn away.
Nothing.
It became louder and louder until the screams of the women drowned her own.
The tank opened.
Liv flew furiously into the arms of the doctor, still screaming. Augen seemed shocked at her wild response, uncertain what to do with her naked body. He gathered a towel from behind her and wrapped her in it, trying to stop her from thrashing about. He tried to rationalise but she kept babbling about women and brainwashing. Finally he saw that there was nothing he could say to help. He took an emergency hypo from his coat and jabbed it into her arm. She thrashed wildly for a few seconds more then slumped in his arms, finally silent.
"I'm telling you I saw it."
"And I'm telling you there is no screen in this tank. Look for yourself."
Liv looked inside the tank. There was no sign of a screen, no sound system, no manacles. But somehow she'd been trapped in there, forced to watch and listen to insidious mind control. Hadn't she? Her mind felt blurry. She swore she'd seen it. But there was no sign of anything here that might have indicated it. It was impossible to convince Augen hat there had been anything and she was finding it hard to convince herself.
She lay on her bed, wondering what was going on. Even if she hadn't seen anything she was concerned. It meant that she was going crazy. Or already was. She was here after all. For the last two days she'd been in contact with no one but the doctor. He explained that her condition might be a social paranoia caused by media focus. He went into a lot more technical detail but she didn't really understand it all. She lay in the darkness, staring at nothing, trying to come to terms with what was going on. she didn't know. It was as if part of her was locked off from the rest. She felt herself drifting off, knowing that sleep would come soon. At least that was peaceful.
That was when the images started. On the roof a massive screen suddenly came to life, the images once again, the writhing bodies, faces twisted in delight. Liv heaved for breath, trying to move, trying to scream but nothing happened. She was transfixed, unable to look away from the twisted spectacle she was witness to. The images became faster and faster blazing into her wide open eyes. Her chest rose and fell faster, pulse rising in impotent terror. Even worse was the way she felt her body reacting, becoming aroused by what she saw. Liv wanted desperately to scream but still failed. It had to be a dream. It had to be. It had to be it had to be.....
Liv woke up with a start. She looked at the roof. There was nothing. simply a white surface. The walls were the same. So was the floor. She rolled over to her side, trying to move and suddenly discovering her situation. The straight jacket was back on. She was in a cell again. The struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall. If anything the jacket was even more complex than before. Several straps tightly encircled her body. They even connected between her legs. Liv blinked once. She looked at her bare legs. Her pants were gone. She still wore her underwear but the white trousers had vanished.
Where were they? Where was she? And why? She closed her eyes, trying to think. She was in her room, watching the roof. Then the pictures came. Liv shuddered in repulsion at the memory. She had been unable to look away. And they got faster and faster and then... Then what? She woke up here. It made no sense but she could think of nothing else.The slot on the door opened. Liv got to her feet awkwardly and walked over to it.
"Doctor.." her voice trembled in confusion and fear. "What's going on?"
"You don't know?"
"No. I .. why am I back here.. I .. I don't remember."
"Tell me what you remember."
"I.. I was lying on my bed and..." she felt her emotions running out of control. "and there were pictures.. on the roof... It.. was like a screen. The same pictures... of Women and... it was horrible.. I ..I"
Liv felt herself shivering in fear, tears running down her checks. "I couldn't move! I wanted to but I couldn't. I had to watch and then it got worse and worse I and I.. I .. I cant remember.." she sobbed, leaning on the door for support.
"Liv. We found you on the floor in your room. You tried to hang yourself."
"What?"
"With your pants. You fell and knocked yourself out. That's why you're back here."
"But.. I didn't.. there were lights."
"There was nothing in your room Liv. Nothing."
"But I saw it."
"I don't know what's going on Liv. But I want to find out as much as you do. Get some rest. You need it."
The panel closed.
Liv crumpled to the floor, tears running down her checks. Suicide? Why? She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything. It had to be real. It had to be.
She tugged at her straight jacket, hoping that somehow she might get free. There was no luck in getting her bonds any looser. In fact they seemed to get tighter than ever. Worst of all was the strap between her legs which rubbed tightly through the slim fabric of her underwear. Liv slumped against the wall in despair, wishing she could do something. She wriggled again. Yet again she felt the rubbing between her legs. Her mind ticked over for a few seconds, seeking something to distract her mind from her situation. She tugged again, softer this time, then again and again. Each time she did the strap pressed against her crotch, rubbing through her panties to the tender spots beneath. Soon she discovered a rhythm, rocking herself back and forth so that the pressure stroked back and forth. She felt her underwear begin to get wet as her body reacted but she didn't care. It felt good and that was something she needed right now. She rocked back and forth, stimulating herself with each movement. It was hard to tell whether the strap was getting tighter or she was becoming more sensitive but it was certainly starting to feel nicer. She started to speed up slightly, longing to get to the release she sought. Then she could escape for a brief second, get away from the reality. She would be able to overlook the fact that she was in a cell, wrestling in her straight jacket to masturbate herself. She rocked faster and faster, slipping of the wall and rolling on the floor as she squirmed, ever nearing her release.
Liv made herself orgasm.
Her body quivered in delight, mind washed away in the peaceful release. She didn't care anymore, not while such energy flowed through her. The warmth of the orgasm was still flooding through her when she drifted off to sleep.
Liv groaned, rolled over and then remembered where she was. Everything seemed even more blurry than before. She was waking up of course. It was normal she told herself. She was still in her straight jacket and when she moved she could feel the sticky patch between her legs. She realised that it would be decidedly uncomfortable after a while. But she had to be released for toilet visits. Strangely she couldn't recall... she couldn't recall much at all. She rubbed her head against the floor, trying to get rid of an itch but only half succeeding.
"How are you feeling?"
Liv turned to the door to see Augen.
"Better."
"Anything you need?"
"I could use a shower."
"Of course."
Liv let the hot water run down her body, washing away the aches her body had developed while in the jacket. The cubicle was white and sterile, with nothing but the soap she'd been given. She'd been supervised undressing, making sure she wouldn't try anything again. She felt a little uneasy but Augen was a doctor after all. Once she'd entered the cubicle she was able to relax a little, closing the door behind her though it wouldn't lock. She rubbed the soap up to a lather, letting it run down shoulders, over her breasts and down her shapely legs to the floor. The warm water felt so relaxing on her skin. She hadn't had a shower since.... Since the night before she'd come here.. How long ago had it been.. What day was it? Liv scowled as she tried to come up with an answer but she found none. She had lost all track of time. She raised her face to the shower, letting the water run over her smooth features. It was fairly high pressure water but fine on her face. On her chest it almost felt like a massage.
She ran her soapy hands over her curvaceous breasts, letting the water tickle them slightly. Tentatively she ran her hand over her wet skin, running down her thigh and round into her crotch. Here she pressed firmly, rubbing her hand into herself. The night before had been adequate with the straight jacket but this wet, sensual environment was so much more arousing. Before she consciously thought about it she was pumping her hand furiously, other hand running over her slick breasts. She didn't know why she felt so needful of sexual release but she couldn't deny it. She pumped faster and faster, finally bringing herself to orgasm. She leant against the white wall, letting the release flow through her the same way the warm water flowed over her skin, washing away the slickness between her legs. Liv took the soap in hand again and recommenced her washing with a slightly impish smile creeping over her face and a satisfied sensation in her body.
"Do you think it's a good idea to try again?" Liv asked anxiously.
"Last time you used the tank it triggered something. If we can get to the bottom of your fear then we might be able to help you better."
"All right." Liv tentatively stepped into the tank. She was no longer worried about being seen naked. She'd done movies after all and the doctor had already seen her in a state of undress. She lay down in the warm water, watching the darkness enclose her as Augen closed the lid.
Liv lay there, listening to the sound of her own breath once more. She gazed up into the black void which encompassed her, trying to remember, trying to unlock what was hiding in her mind. It all seemed so close yet so far away. There had to some reason to it all. There had to be.
Liv screamed.
The pictures were back.
Once more they flashed in front of her, once more the manacles held her in place. She screamed at the horror of the nightmare in front of her, the women tormented by yet again. Image after image flashed before her all the while she yelled in indignation, trying to get free.
Then she stopped screaming. For about two seconds.
"NOOOOO!" She howled, tearing at the manacles. The image was of her. Her standing in the white, sterile shower, wrists manacled to the wall, face enthralled by a flashing light in front of her. She saw the surface of her wet skin covered in several electrodes, more concentrated on areas of higher sensitivity. She watched as the Liv twitched and jerked as pleasure bombarded her. She watched herself submitting to the delight.
"NO!" she screamed again and again. It hadn't happened. It had never occurred. She would have remembered. It wasn't real. None of it was real. It couldn't be.
The image changed. Liv strapped to a chair, helmet on her head, joyous expression on her face as her body shuddered from release. On and on the images came. Liv on a table, Liv in her bed, Liv in a bath. She screamed and howled for them to let her out, to get her away from this terror in front of her. It had to be lies. None of this was real. But if it wasn't then was she going mad? Was it her mind that was making all this up?
Liv didn't care about that at the moment.
All she cared about was getting out. Getting out and fighting. Getting out and fighting and screaming.
She felt herself fighting, felt hands holding her down then straps. She didn't care what they had to say. She just kept screaming and struggling, ignoring the fact that she would never break them. Liv watched the roof flash by as she moved into a new room. She watched a pair of hands moving above her, felt two cold panels pressed against her temples.
Livs muscles clenched as the electricity buffeted her body. Her mind was a wash with white hot confusion. Then it again, then again, finally blanking out any thought she might have had in a perpetual haze of light......
She sat in the corner of the cell, hugging herself tightly, rocking back and forth.
Augen looked at her through cold analytical eyes.
"They were there." she whimpered." I saw them."
"There was nothing there Liv. It's all in your mind."
"ITS NOT!" she screamed violently then returned to her whimper. "It's real."
Augen nodded to himself and wrote something on his notepad.
"All this is you own creation Liv. You fear the world. You think it confines you, makes you incapable of forming relationships. That's why you attacked the couple. To you nudity gives freedom. All these fantasies Live, they're a desire for control. You need control. None of it's real Liv."
"No. It is. It..."
"It's not. There are no projectors Liv. No manacles. You hold yourself in check."
"No.. There were. I saw...."
"What you saw was in your head. You made it up. You want to have pleasure."
"No." she argued weakly.
"You need to be controlled Liv. You want to be controlled."
"No!" she cried through her tears.
"It's true isn't it Liv? You want to be controlled."
"No.." she whimpered. "no....."
She looked at him through tear streaked eyes. "...yes.." she whispered.
Augen smiled.
Liv leant back in the seat, arms and legs strapped down tight. Her head was encased in a large helmet, wide eyes gazing at the swirling images in front of her. Liv smiled. She didn't care about the cups that sucked rhythmically at her breasts or about the probe inside her, stimulating her clitoris. She only cared that she was being controlled.
She needed to be controlled. She loved it more than anything. She didn't remember any of it of course. None of the treatments in the showers or the tanks or the cubicles. All those memories had been carefully erased.
But she needed to submit 'willingly'. Liv had to accept the reality that Augen provided her with. Once she had her absolute conversion was guaranteed.
Liv came, gasping in delirious pleasure. And every time she came, Augen controlled her more and more and more......
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---Liv Tyler returned today into the media eye after a fortnights unexplained absence. It seems that she'd escaped in secret to a health spa to recuperate. It also seems that she has a new man in her life though no details have yet emerged. When asked what her stay at the spa was like Miss Tyler replied "Stimulating."---
THE END
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