Cassie sat in her car, head resting on the steering wheel, and tried not to cry. It wasn't supposed to have ended up this way. And it was all her fault. Dr. Malphren had been a lot of things...but from the second Cassie had met her new roommate, Dr. Malphren had been the subject of massive, passionate, and unrequited crush. Cassie had fallen for her, and fallen hard. Of course, she was far too much of a useless lesbian to actually take any action on it, so Cassie had done her best to drop hints, none of which had worked, the last of which had backfired horribly and finally. She sighed. Sure, lots of people were too scared to ask their crush out. Maybe even some of them had jokingly suggested that the recent medical school graduate watch medical fetish porn with them to take their minds off of their practicums. Perhaps some of them had spent the evening silently marinating in arousal a carefully calculated distance away on the couch, wishing that they were the ones being strapped down and examined. Probably none of them had spent the second not-a-date with their crush in a courtroom, watching the object of their affection get stripped of her doctorate and dragged away. She had bawled her eyes out so much she was gently but firmly suggested to leave the room to avoid disturbing the proceedings, especially since Dr. Malphren's rant and subsequent attempted escape and assault of the guards had already sent things off the rails. Why, why, why had Dr. Malphren gone off and experimented on some NOBODY when she had a perfectly suitable subject right in front of her, practically begging for it?

Cassie gently banged her head against the steering wheel and let out a choked sob. When she had finally gotten herself under control, she wiped her eyes and looked at the clock. "Shit!" She exclaimed, and hurriedly left the car, running across the parking lot and noisily pushing through the front door of the asylum. The stern-looking nurse at the front desk looked at her with disapproval. 

"Can I help you?" 

"Hi. Yes. Um, Hi, I'm here to visit someone?"

"Sign in here." The nurse said, sliding a clipboard across the desk. "Your name?" 

"Um, Cassie." 

"Your full name, please." 

"... Cassandra" she said softly. The nurse handed her a nametag. 

"Staff or patient?" "I'm sorry? Oh, um, a Patient." 

"And the last name of the patient?"

"D-um, Malphren. Last name Malphren." The reception room was silent except for the clicking of the Nurse's keyboard. The nurse looked at the clock, then at her. "You're late." 

"Sorry, I was... crying." She cringed. The nurses eyes softened. 

"Would you like some tea, dear?"

Cassie swallowed and nodded weakly. The nurse left, and quickly returned with a steaming cup decorated with a cartoon bear with scrubs and holding a comically oversized syringe, next to the words 'You don't have to be crazy to work here, but it helps!' 

"Take a seat, dear." The nurse said gently. "Make yourself comfortable." With that, she hurried off. Cassie took a sip of the tea, trying to keep her hands from shaking and wishing she had asked for sugar. She wished she had done a lot of things. She wished she didn't cry herself to sleep. She wasn't sleeping well. She was tired. She was so tired. She was so tired. She was vaguely aware of the sound of the mug hitting the floor as she slumped over and everything went black.

Cassie became slowly aware of her surroundings; the padded floor, the padded walls, the straightjacket holding her in it's firm embrace, the leather and canvas muzzle silencing her, the straps tight around her head, crisscrossing through her hair, the pink dye starting to fade. She stirred, lazily rolling over. The dream, again. The same goddamn dream she'd been having for years, ever since she had met Dr. Malphren and fell head over heels for her. The door opened, and there she was: Dr. Malphren. And she looked...god damn, she looked HOT. If this is what her subconscious was coming up with, she was much more pent up than she realized. Dr. Malphren marched over to Cassie's's prone, helpless form and gave it a gentle kick. 

"Looking for me, hm? Was it everything you expected?" 

Cassie moaned into the gag. Dr. Malphren gently rested her boot on her chest, holding a cattle prod against her neck. 

"I'm going to ask you some questions." She said. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and answer them, or are you going to make me hurt you?" Cassie moaned and nodded yes. Dr. Malphren crouched down and roughly pulled the gag off of Cassie's face, tilting her chin up to look at her. 

"What were you doing here?" She demanded. "Who sent you?"

Cassie looked into Dr. Malphren's piercing eyes, felt her electric touch on her skin, and finally realized...this wasn't a dream. This was real. This was really happening. She was really here. "Well?"

"You know," Cassie said, swallowing, intoxicated in more ways than one, "For someone who's so smart...you can be really fucking dumb sometimes." Dr. Malphren's response was cut off as Cassie leaned forward and kissed her. "Well, big mean Doctor lady..." Cassie said, voice husky with arousal. "I'm all yours. What are you going to do to me?" 

"Oh." Dr. Malphren said softly, her face frozen in surprise, and for a horrible moment Cassie thought that she had ruined everything. Then Dr. Malphren smiled, a predators smile. "Oh~" Her hands shot out, clutching the fabric of the straightjacket, pulling Cassie in hard for a kiss, forceful and passionate. Dr. Malphren's hat tumbled off her head and onto the padded canvas floor of the cell.

Cassie closed her eyes and let herself melt into the kiss. It seemed to last forever. Finally, Dr. Malphren pulled away, and smiled. In that moment, Cassie knew she would follow her anywhere...and if it was at the end of a leash, that only made it better. 

"Nurse?" Dr. Malphren called. "Bring me my tools... I've got a Patient in need of... treatment~" 

It's not particularly easy to have an orgasm in a straightjacket; they weren't exactly designed with that in mind. Dr. Malphren made Cassie cum her brains out. Then she kept going. Cassie, for her part, made sure to give as good as she got. Finally, her muscles shaking and spent, she was lifted onto the gurney, strapped down, and rolled through the sterile white walls of the hospital, Dr. Malphren's hand resting possessively on her shoulder as the gurney jiggled and shuddered across the white tile. Finally, they reached the operating room, and the nurses silently and professionally outfitted Cassie with all the required equipment as Cassie looked lovingly up at Dr. Malphren as she stroked her face. 

"Are you ready, sweetie?" Cassie swallowed and nodded eagerly.

"Please, Doctor...break my mind. Make me yours." Dr. Malphren let out a high, evil laugh.

"Oh, I will...but first..." She reached over and plucked Cassie's nametag from where it

was clipped to her straightjacket. "What a pretty name...but you won't be needing it anymore." Dr. Malphren took out a marker and scribbled something, then held it up for Cassie to see. "Well? What do you think, Patient #0014?"

The nametag now read "Dr. Cassandra Malphren". Patient #0014 let out a low moan; the newly minted Dr. Cassandra Malphren smirked and clipped the nametag to her uniform, then plucked the electrodes from a nearby tray. 

"Any last words?" Patient #0014 swallowed. 

"I...I think I love you."

Dr. Malphren bent down and planted a gentle, tender kiss on her forehead. The last thing Cassie saw was Dr. Malphren's smiling face, the cool touch of the electrodes touching her temples. Cassie vanished in a flash of white light and 120 volts. All her worries vanished; her troubles with her classes, her shitty parents, her mounting college debt, all gone. She shaked and convulsed and broke until there was nothing left, just a blank slate. Dr. Malphren switched the electroshock machine off. 

"Everyone out." She commanded. The nurses obeyed; as if they could do anything else.

It was an unusual command, to be sure...but they knew better than to question Dr. Malphren. The doctor watched as the last of the nurses left the operating room, the door clicking shit behind them. She looked down at the limp, unconscious form of Patient ##0014, gently stroking her cheek. She bent down, and gently pressed her lips against hers in a tender kiss.

"I love you too." Dr. Malphren whispered. The words seemed to echo in the empty room. She silently reached over and loosened the restraints, lifting up the straightjacket-bound form of Patient #0014 and cradling her in her arms. She stepped out of the operating room.

"I'll be in cell 14." She said to the assembled nurses. "Forge her departure on the sign-out sheet and ditch her car somewhere that won't raise suspicion." With that, she turned and started down the hall, not waiting for an answer. She knew her orders would be obeyed. Patient #0014 blinked, eyes adjusting to her unfamiliar surroundings. 

"Hello, sweetie" said Dr. Malphren, whose lap her head lay upon. "How are you feeling?" "Mmmmuh." Said Patient #0014, with some difficulty.

"Awwww...don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about a thing." Dr. Malphren said, caressing Patient 0014's cheek, which she had been doing for the past three hours. "I have the perfect treatment planned for you. Can you say 'Doctor Malphren'?"

"D...Da-ta Mmm...Ma..." Patient #0014's limited language skills failed her at that point. She looked up at Her Doctor. 

"Well done!" Dr. Malphren cheered, smiling wide. "I'm so proud of you! We'll get started straightaway...there so much I want to teach you."

Dr. Malphren delighted in teaching Patient #0014. She taught her how to walk...how to talk. Her first words were "Doctor Malphren." Pictures of Patient #0014 plastered the fridge in the staff break room. Dr. Malphren doted on her, and her affection was contagious. All the nurses and staff of Sleepy Smiles Special Hospital were overjoyed to lavish their time and attention on her, to help her with her treatment. And, with time, her treatment progressed: physical therapy replaced with fitness training, speech therapy replaced with a full curriculum of classes. There was a heavy focus on medical science and human physiology, of course, but also literature, mathematics, and history. Patient #0014, for her part, was in every way possible a model patient, always doing her best, always trying to make Dr. Malphren and the nurses happy. She shadowed Dr. Malphren as she performed surgeries, learning the tricks and tools of the trade and lending a helping hand when needed. 

One day, Dr. Malphren presented her with a shiny new computer and told her that, as the next step in her therapy, she would be trained as Sleepy Smiles new secretary. Oh, how Patient #0014 had been overjoyed to hear that; giving Dr. Malphren a great big hug and kiss in front of a circle of cheering, clapping nurses. And every night, she got to be strapped down to her bed by Dr. Malphren herself, given some pretty soothing sounds to listen to and a nice mask full of happy gas to help her sleep. Most nights, Dr. Malphren would cuddle up to her and fall asleep right next to her. 

Oh, how she loved Dr. Malphren...and Dr. Malphren loved her too, even if she couldn't show it in the same way. Really, they were made for each other. Patient #0014 gave her life focus, direction, a new project now that the original staff had been dealt with. Patient #0014 was her touchstone, her anchor. She found herself filled with so much more energy now that she fell asleep with #0014 after strapping her up in bed, instead of working until she passed out from exhaustion. And with Patient #0014 as her secretary, Dr. Malphren's research papers showed off her genius all the more, now that she was able to author them as heated soliloquies delivered while pacing madly about the room, with no interruptions, no distractions. They were perfect for each other, Patient #0014 thought as she smiled and let the happy gas send her to sleep. She would do anything for Dr. Malphren. Anything. Anything. Anything.