Although looking nervous, Cynthia didn’t fight the orderlies as they stuffed her in the jack and strapped it down. They moved her to the examination table, then had her lay down.<br/><br/>“<em>Nein</em>, it will not hurt,” Wiebke said, peering through her glasses to check her instruments one last time. “Though from time to time, I must exercise<em>ein bisschen</em>discomfort to get through to a patient. Hopefully, your treatment will not extend that far.”<br/><br/>Satisfied that she had everything she needed, she turned back to Cynthia, and then without waiting for her consent, grabbed the cuffs of her simple white scrub pants and tugged them clean off her body. Without any underwear, her lower half was completely bare and exposed. Once her treatment progressed far enough, she would be entirely naked, as more stimulation would be needed.<br/><br/>She tossed the pants on the counter top, then set about strapping the leather cuffs on the end of the bed to her ankles. There was one on each side, as well as ones at the top of the bed had she not been straitjacketed. Once her first ankle was locked in, she strapped in the other one, leaving her legs slightly spread. One thick, final strap she fastened across her chest, just above her folded arms, to hold her firmly to the table.