"Cramp - my legs - my hands -" Lisle replied, her voice straining against a tight throat.  She arched against the bindings as starved muscles surged to life. Those green eyes sought out the icy blue, filled with pain and confusion.  There was something wrong. something that she was having trouble sorting out.<br/><br/><em>Beautiful.  Kitty.  Puss puss.</em><br/><br/>A nuzzle, half-remembered.  This time, her head leaned against the hand petting it.  The doctor was the only one who could save her from 'worse'.  Even if she was the one who had her strapped down.  Even if she had been the one to distort her sex and - and -<br/><br/>"What - have you done?"