The Asylum

 You had managed to get a meeting with the asylum director, turning up the charm had gotten you pretty far, yet the mention of your missing friend had clearly made him quite defensive. You are at the very least on the right track, even if the meeting was pretty much a bust now. 

Before you can stand up, an arm wraps around you, firmly pinning your body to the chair. A sweet smelling cloth is forced over your mouth and nose as you struggle all you can. Feeling groggy as your body starts to succumb to the drugs, the director watches you with a content smile. Soon you slip into helpless unconsciousness.

You try rolling over, feeling confused as you can't quite move properly, your eyes eventually flutter open. You are surprised with the sight of your friend, but in a worse situation than you had hoped. Lying on her side, tightly buckled into a straitjacket, a gag blocks her mouth, you can see a sturdy metal collar around her throat. She seems oddly docile, eyes glazed over as she lays helpless next to you. 

It suddenly dawned on you, why you can't move very much. All of your clothes are missing, and the rough canvas of a straitjacket is rubbing against your nude skin. You are as tightly buckled into it as your friend is in hers. What feels like a gag is forcing your mouth open, but you can poke your tongue through the hole in the middle. Ankles and knees both seem to be strapped together, but your high heels are still on, those too appear to be strapped to your feet. Squirming in desperation, pulling the strap up between your crotch as you do so, you heart fluttering as all your senses come back, the sudden realisation that you have plugs inside you, in both your vagina and anus, unable to stop struggling in shock as you drive them home more. 

After some time you finally give up straggling, blushing red and panting through the gag as you slump in exhausted defeat. Your friend has hardly moved, the odd moan from around her gag as she lay there. Eventually the door to the cell opens and the director enters, a smile across his face seeing the two of you on the floor. He ignores you as he walks over to your friend keeling down next to her. She starts to moan a bit more looking up at him, you watch as he pulls out a syringe, gently stroking her head before injecting her in the neck with it. 

He then turns to face you, pulling out another syringe and preparing it as he says “we have been doing tests here for quite some time now, there is quite some demand for submissive reprogramming, and you two will be a wonderful sample to show our benefactor”. With that he injects the serum into your neck, feeling a shudder as the drugs start to take effect instantly. As you squirm a heavy metal collar is locked around your neck and a dildo like object is pushed through the gag and down your throat, unable to do anything as it fills you leaving no orifice unfiled. You can't hold on for long, an odd mix of arousal and a need to comply washes over you. It's not long until you are slumped on the floor next to the friend she came to save, the same submissive glazed look in her eyes.