Sasha decided she had to go out to pick up a few more things for her ‘sister’.

Now, how to keep her quiet while she went shopping…?

Sasha used the app on her phone to switch Gillian’s speech back to gibberish. Gillian also lost most of her motor control when in this ‘mode’, so she was unable to fight off Gillian as she fitted her with what looked like a leather balaclava, lacing it up behind her head.

“This is what’s called a ‘Gwendoline’ Hood”, Sasha said. “This one is made of very strong leather. It clamps your mouth shut, as well as covering your ears so everything sounds muffled.”

“Better make sure there’s no chance of you undoing it, even accidentally…”, she continued. She then fitted a metal collar round Gillian’s neck, completely covering over the laces and stopping anyone getting to them. There was a click as it locked.

“I’ll let you out of it when I get back”, she said, “maybe…”

With a smile, Sasha sauntered off out of the room, leaving Gillian crying on the bed…

Despite her programmed handicaps, Gillian still managed to tug weakly at the hood, but it was on tight. How was she going to get out of this nightmare…?

Managing to sit up, somehow, she pulled herself up the bed and looked out of the window. She froze in disbelief…

Her sister was walking up and down in the neighbouring garden, talking on the phone!

Moaning frantically, Gillian started banging on the window…

Whatever she did, however, had no effect. Her sister completely ignored her. She even looked up at one stage, straight at her, and didn’t seem to notice her at all…

Gillian got even more frantic then, crying and hammering on the window. She had no idea that the one-way, bulletproof glass was completely deadening the noise; also, from the outside, the window just made the room look like it was empty…

Gillian sagged back, crying. The hooded, helpless girl had had no chance of contacting anyone…

Hours later, when it was already starting to get dark, Sasha came back in. Telling Gillian that she really looked cute in her hood, she decided to leave it on, but switched her back into standard disabled mode.

Gillian’s hands immediately flew to her head again, and she started yanking at the hood, frantically trying to get it off.

Sasha came over, and started stroking her head again, hugging her. Gillian tried to push her away, but she was too weak, for some reason…

“Ah”, Sasha smiled, “The drugs are working. Soon, you’ll hardly be able to do anything for yourself, whatever ‘mode’ you are in. You’ll end up relying on me completely, and then we can get on with our lives…”

Still stroking her, Sasha kissed Gillian where her lips would be, on the front of her hood. She then tucked her up into bed, tenderly.

Gillian was way too weak to resist. She felt drained and really tired. She laid back and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow…

Sasha sat with her for a while.

“This doesn’t have to be unpleasant”, she said, quietly. “I can be really affectionate, if you get to know me, and you’re a really attractive girl…”

Kissing her again, Sasha quietly went out of the room, locking the door behind her…

Next morning, Gillian slowly woke up, still in bed.

She stretched, then went to get up.

Not being able to use her legs brought the reality of her situation back to her, as did the pressure of the hood on her head. Sasha had left her wearing it all night…

Starting to panic, she looked around, still slightly disoriented, then pushed the ‘Call’ button by the bed…

Shortly, Sasha came in.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”, she cried. “I forgot all about the hood! You did seem to be sleeping so peacefully, however, then I fell asleep in front of the TV. I keep forgetting my responsibilities to you. Are you ok?”

Sasha worried and fussed about Gillian, taking off the collar and undoing the hood. She then tidied Gillian’s hair.

Next were the normal things for a disabled person’s carer. Toilet, and breakfast.

Sasha fussed over Gillian like a mother. Despite the situation, Gillian found herself loving the attention, and she snuggled up against Sasha. To her own shock, Gillian found herself kissing her…

Sasha, overjoyed and surprised at the same time, slid into bed with Gillian. Her planned timetable for the day then went somewhat awry…!

As a ‘reward’ for behaving, Sasha took Gillian out in the chair.

To Gillian’s amazement, Sasha didn’t even gag her, but her weakness and lack of energy made doing anything difficult, especially after Sasha had worn her out in bed that morning.

She found just sitting in the chair, by an outside table at the local café where they had ‘met’, quite relaxing. She wasn’t having to rush about, do everything in no time at all, and people were waiting on her for a change. She had no idea what she was feeling was the first stage of the drugs that she was on affecting her, as well as a substantial case of ‘Stockholm Syndrome’. There was even a missing persons poster on the café wall about her, and she only gave it a casual glance then ignored it completely.

Sasha came back out with the drinks. Firstly, she was happy to see Gillian had passed the test; she had deliberately left her on her own to see if she would try to get away, or cause a scene or something to attract attention, and Gillian had been quite happy to just sit there. It was a delicate balance to get the drugs just right, but she was happy with the results.

So was Gillian, apparently. Her face lit up as soon as Sasha returned.

“You quite wore me out this morning, love…!”, she said, with a smile.

Sasha just hugged her, then poured the tea…