(Spoiler alert - contains some urine consumption and femdom, so if that's not to your liking, kindly opt out and find another story.)
"Vince, we've heard some rumors about some sexual abuse at the mental health center over on Brighton Street, and I think you should check it out."
In his twelve years as a detective with the Syracuse Police Department, Vince had never heard of something like this. Sitting across from his boss, Vince asked, "What have you got in mind, Chief?
"Laura from the admin office will admit you to the facility as her father. The story she will give is that you're having memory issues and have signs of delusion."
Vince had met Laura only once in a meeting. She was 26, married and the hottest woman on the police force. She had a beautiful face, a perfect figure and she was smart. Many guys had tried to hit on her but it was obvious that she was faithful to her husband.
Being 52 and divorced, Vince could easily fit the profile as Laura's father.
"How is this going to work, boss?"
"Laura and you will both have fake ID's and burner phones to communicate. You'll be there a couple weeks but if you see anything suspicious or inappropriate, notify Laura right away."
Later that afternoon, Vince and Laura met to go over the plan, and exchanged phone numbers from their burner phones.
The next morning they arrived at the mental health facility to meet with the head administrator. She was a tall African American woman, probably six feet tall, and about 200 pounds. Her handshake was firm but her warm demeanor put Vince and Laura at ease.
"Good morning; I'm Hannah Browning, the facilities manager. Thank you for completing the required paperwork online ahead of time."
"You're welcome," said Laura. "I'm Ginny and this is my Dad, Phil."
Vince remained quiet during the interview, trying to appear meek and confused. When things had been explained, Hannah gave them a tour of the facility. After Laura left, Vince was given his own room, just like everyone else, but he noted that the door locked from the outside.
For two days, the routine seemed normal; people coming and going for meals and in-house activities. Vince noticed that the doors to some rooms in "section D" were closed most of the time.
On the third day, Vince was called to Hannah's office. There were two large muscular men inside the door when Vince entered. A woman in a nurse's uniform sat next to Hannah's desk. Hannah rose from behind her desk and moved around in front of it, directing Vince to sit down.
"Phil, this is nurse Janine, and we thought you might like to have some tea and get acquainted," she said.
"That would be great, thanks," Vince answered. He noticed a pitcher of tea on Hannah's desk and just one glass.
The nurse stood up and poured just half a glass of the tea. Then she turned around with her back to Vince. Hannah stepped over to block his view but Vince saw the nurse lift the front of her dress and move the glass down in front of her body.
When the nurse handed the glass to Vince, Hannah watched him.
"We have to have certain experiments to test the level of your, um, issues, Phil, to see if you belong here, and if so, what treatments we can offer. Drink up; we don't waste anything here."
Both women stared at Vince as he brought the glass to his lips. The color of the tea was weakened and he detected the smell of urine on the rim of the glass. He didn't want to blow his cover so early, so he slowly drank the liquid, much to Hannah's delight.
"Excellent!" She beamed. "Tolerance and obedience are rewarded here, Phil."
She pulled her dress up over her waist and leaned back against the edge of her desk. She spread her legs revealing a dark patch of pubic hair between her thighs. Vince stared as the nurse handed Hannah a large carrot.
"Do you like carrots, Phil?" Hannah asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered.
"Have you ever tasted one with chocolate sauce?" she asked.
"No, ma'am," he replied.
Vince watched as Hannah slowly inserted the carrot, pointed end first into her vagina, sliding it in until only the base of it protruded from her vagina.
"Tolerance and obedience, Phil, remember that. Now, come over here, kneel between my legs and remove this carrot for me."
Vince decided that enough was enough. He stood up, staring defiantly at Hannah.
"I'm sorry to tell you, Ms. Browning, but my real name is Vince Bancroft. I'm a detective with the Syracuse Police force, sent here to investigate sexual abuse. This little game of yours is over."
Hannah was quiet for a moment and then responded with a cold voice.
"Your daughter told us you were delusional, Phi, and you can pretend to be anyone you want. But while you are here you will adhere to my requests and demands or those boys by the door will help you in a very uncomfortable way."
Vince looked over at the two men by the door, flexing their muscles at him. He was temporarily trapped.
