Dr. Smith struggled to wakefulness against the lingering remnants of the drug that had knocked him out. It was like his entire body was being weighed down by something that wanted him to sleep.
Bit by bit he was able to pull himself out of dead sleep and into more of a druggy haze.
Dr. Smith took inventory of his surroundings. He was naked, except for a latex straightjacket of the kind the patients wore, and in a padded cell. It didn't take PHD to figure out what happened: he had been "committed" to Rubymoon.
The whole job interview must have been a trap to lure him here. Dr. Desdemona and her painted-on suit had been the bait on the hook.
Dr. Smith couldn't help getting mildly aroused remembering Dr. Desdemona, in spite of himself. He felt a sudden pinching on his penis.
That's when Dr. Smith noticed the one additional thing he was wearing: a shiny white chastity cage restrained his cock down to a tiny nublet. It was trying to get hard but the chastity cage prevented so much as the tiniest swelling.
Dr. Smith wasn't sure how he was going to escape yet, but he knew he would have to do so soon. He was too smart to fall for the tricks he had seen on the tour. They might be able to mentally condition the weak willed submissives he had seen but the same techniques would be useless against him.
Bracing his back against the wall, Dr. Smith was able to slowly work his way up to a standing position. Doing so made him aware of yet another gift from his captors: some manner of thick, semi-flexible probe was lodged deep in his ass. He attempted to push it out, but this proved to be impossible.
Dr. Smith knew he couldn't stand forever, and didn't think he'd be able to find a comfortable sitting position, so he compromised by squatting. At least from his position he could stand again much more easily than before.
Dr. Smith tried to think: who could possibly have wanted to have him committed here? That would give him information on what was being planned for him, and knowledge is power.
His ex-wife was out, she couldn't afford something like this. None of his admittedly large list of enemies could. Who did he know with the resources to pull something like this off?
Some hidden speaker suddenly came to life, letting out a long unbroken musical note. An F, if Dr. Smith wasn't mistaken. At the same time a tray slid out of the side of the wall. It was deep, almost like a bowl, and filled with a nondescript brownish mush. Possibly food?
Dr. Smith's stomach rumbled. He suddenly become aware of a great hunger gnawing away at his stomach. He wondered just how long he had been unconscious.
Still, he was suspicious of the food. Obviously eating was what his captor's wanted him to do. He just needed to figure out what the best course of action for himself was.
An abrasive and unnecessarily loud buzzer sounded, and the tray quickly retracted back into the wall.
Dr. Smith really started to regret not eating when he had the chance. Now that his hunger was awakened he could think of little else.
Closer inspection of the area of the wall where the food came from revealed a small metal tube sticking just slightly out of the wall. A metal ball plugged the end of the tube, only just barely holding back a stream of water.
Dr. Smith had seen a set up like this before: it was like a water bottle for a hamster. He knew that spinning the ball with his tongue would allow some of the water to trickle through.
On the one hand this was completely undignified. On the other hand he was desperately thirsty.
He worried the spout with his tongue, drinking the water as quickly as he could, until he was finally full. It felt a little better to have something in his stomach.
Time dragged on. It was either a few minutes or several weeks, it was impossible to know.
Another musical note sounded. An A this time, Dr. Smith decided. It was accompanied with another, much larger section of the wall sliding up to reveal a small alcove.
Dr. Smith waddled over to have a look.
Inside the alcove there was an ass-shaped indentation that was obviously meant to be sat in, and a number of tubes and various connectors sticking out of it. A tiny sticker with a toilet symbol on it was stuck to the alcove wall.
It appeared that if he sat in the indentation then it would hook the probe in his ass to some kind of machine. He had to imagine, based on all the evidence, that at that point the machine would administer to him likely a very powerful enema before draining his insides. He didn't relish such an experience.
The buzzer sounded again, and the toilet-alcove disappeared back into the padded wall.
Dr. Smith still had to pee. Fine, he decided, he would piss on the floor. That might summon a guard. Maybe even one of those nurses. He could probably overpower one of them and make his escape.
He attempted to urinate. Nothing happened. He pushed the familiar muscles but something was blocking the way.
Dr. Smith carefully lay down and pushed his head as close to his crotch as he could. Protruding from his chastity cage just the tiniest bit was the end of a tube.
He was catheterized. He has no control over when he could piss or shit. He was likely reliant, for the time being, on that toilet alcove. The one that just disappeared back into the wall.
Dr. Smith had a very uncomfortable night indeed, his bowels gurgling in anger, but sleep did eventually take him.
When he woke the next morning Dr. Smith was absolutely starving. When the F note sounded and the tray of brown mush was presented he attacked it, eating with his face in the bowl like a dog.
The food didn't taste of anything. It wasn't bad, exactly, but it certainly wasn't good. It was just bland.
Another note sounded, this time a perfect C. Dr. Smith completely ignored it. He was totally consumed by satiating his hunger.
The abrasive buzzer played and the tray retracted before Dr. Smith had eaten fully a third of the food.
"No!" he said aloud.
His stomach gurgled angrily in protest. He drank some water to try and fill it.
Dr. Smith lay on his side, brooding, until her heard another A note sound. He scrambled to his feet as the wall slid open to reveal the toilet alcove.
