Accidental Emergency

A doctor fatigued from her long days labours walked down the halls of a rather bleak and foreboding institution. She had a light cream silk blouse with a couple of buttons undone showing a hint of curvaceous flesh, more than was entirely professional and the edge of a lacy black bra. She wore a tight charcoal grey skirt. it was knee length with no side slits, reducing her stride and giving her a rather pronounced wiggle to her walk. She wore a pair of silky nylons with her dainty feet encased in 4 inch black strap on pumps. Her sumptuous curves were peaking out of her lab coat that was buttoned around her narrow middle. she had to take small steps her hips wiggling with the tight skirt, her hair was black in a short bob cut she had a pair of black thin rimmed glasses over her petite nose. 

A nurse with an athletic build and short ginger hair noticed the doctor. The nurse was dressed in a set of thin blue almost translucent scrubs that were two sizes too small, tightly stretched to fit her showing the woman's body off. The nurse called her over, “its almost the end of the shift doctor, I thought we could fit one more little patient review in, if you will come to the side room next to the psychiatric wing”.

The nurse took her to a room with a rather interesting centre piece that stood out against the drab mundane and shabby surroundings. The room would have been considered clinical at one point many years ago. now the rooms decore was washed thin, a depressing place of residence and treatment. There was a patient standing in the middle of the room, hardly able to do anything at all. In the first instance the doctor had to take a second look. to make sure it was not some sort of bizarre manikin held in place by a strap hanging from a rail secured onto the ceiling. she had confirmation that it was a person not an elaborate prank as they moved scrabbling desperately to adjust there balance. “So Nurse Caroline, can you tell me, what exactly do we have hear”? She was genuinely puzzled by what she saw.

“Well doctor Samantha Strummer, this young lady was ..., I mean is supposedly a magician, an escape artist to be precise. And her performance, well it went wrong, in fact I would go as far as to say that it was a total unmitigated disaster in the worse way possible. Especially since she was delivered to our gentle care”! There institution did have a very poor record for patient happiness, some patients waited a long time for treatment, not that they exactly enjoyed the treatments that they would receive. The institution was quite understaffed and underfunded. They relied on more brutal physical means to deal with there patients, to keep them from causing any upset. You would only drop someone off into there tender mercy if you had no other option, or you were a bit of a remorseless sadist.

“Nurse, I can see that from the lack of escaping and her general immobility. I would imagine that the goal of an escapologist is to get out of restraints when they are put in them. Not to struggle helplessly moan and thrush about pathetically, as this patient is obviously doing now. what is her name nurse”? The patient in question was covered from head to toe in restraints from top to bottom. Starting with some formidable and uncomfortable footwear on her toes, to a hood that was closer to having her head stitched inside a leather soccer ball with a cage clamped and locked around it, than a simple discipline or isolation hood. The rest of her outfit between the two points was equally as impressive or unpalatable depending on your perception and taste.

“Dr I don't know, the competition that she came from simply had her down as contestant number 14, no names no identification. It was held two days ago and they have had no luck tracing her in that time, so they finally gave up and handed her over to us”. The competition staff had not found her hotel reservation, the woman's personal effects and identification had been accidentally lost. She had been seen as an inconvenience, after a few days the promoter had given up the half hearted attempts to find any friends or family that might have been backing her on her ill fated attempt to show off and make a career at this. She did make quite a show getting into her restraints but then her act had not gone anywhere, other than to stand around and futilely struggle. After five minutes she had been unceremoniously dragged of stage and left in one of the changing room closets to struggle.

“Oh well, nurse I guess for now we can simply call her number 14, she still seems to be struggling to get away from me, not a quitter. I say, there is no reaction to us unless I squeeze something like this, or hold her nose shut, can she hear us at all”? The doctor had the patient in a tight hug one hand clamped over her right breast kneading away the other hand clamped tightly over number 14's hood holding her nose shut tightly with a squeeze of her fingers. Number 14 squirmed around but would never escape the doctors grip in a million years.

“let me check, No doctor, I am not sure, let me just check the notes again. The completion organisers gave us what information they had. She is apparently wearing a set of custom made ear plugs. They are made from noise absorbing foam, then her ears are covered with noise cancelling padding stitched into the lining of the outer hood and the other layers don't really help her senses”. Number 14's struggling grew less and less as the doctors fingers casually held her only airway closed. The doctor finally released her nose and used both hands to squeeze her helpless breasts, the doctor pressed her own against the back of the patient in a tight intimidate embrace she licked her lips with a wicked predatory grin anticipating what was to come.

“I suppose so nurse, How many layers is she wearing exactly its quite hard to tell?”
the doctor abandoned pawing number 14's quite impressive breasts for a moment to start squeezing and running her fingers over the hood encasing the pitiful patients encased head. She amused herself cutting off the patients air again, while holding the back of her head so that she could not try to pull away.

“well doctor first there is a latex hood with built in nasal tubes at least three inches up her nose, I don't think she can smell anything. That hood apparently contracts with body heat, after two days its rather tight, the hood not the tubes they expand also probably pretty uncomfortable. Then there is a rubber hood with a lock around the neck. A thicker rubber hood that needs a special apparatus to stretch it large enough to fit over her head on top of the others. They couldn't find the apparatus like giant tongs after the competition, So even if we get that other stuff off there is no way to release some of it”. The doctor tapped number 14's head then started to run her hand down to her patients round bottom continuing the intimate physical examination.

The nurse continued, “Then there is a wet moulded buckskin leather hood, they put it on her still wet on stage then dried it tight over her head with a hair dryer, as part of the performance to make it extra tight. we actually have a video of her whole performance as they wrap her up. Then they applied the outer leather hood you can see with the sound cancelling padding inside it makes it quite bulky. There might be a speaker with some sort of a noise cancelling effect, white noise inside the hood and then the final layer the surgical steel titanium alloy head cage thing over the top, I must say it looks really tight like an updated scolds bridal”. The doctor went back to the hood, she liked the way that the padded leather bulged around the cage. It must be like number 14 inside was encased in concrete for all she could hear from inside there.

“nurse, I don't suppose it would be as easy to get her out as a spare set of keys?” The doctors hand tugged at the three large padlocks keeping the complex cage over the thickly padded outer hood locked securely shut. There was the barest object from the patient trying tug her head back in the other direction.

“No doctor, the competition organisers didn't know the secret release and the escapologist hear was a little bit too thorough. All those locks at the back seem to have been filled with some sort of epoxy resin. Even if we had a key, which we don't, I don't know how we could use it and the rest of her costume is a bit over board I suppose”. There were more of the large padlocks rattling at the back of the restraints going down her body, a hard tug from the doctor and a look in the end of the padlocks confirmed it.

The doctor could not quite appreciate the level of complexity that had gone into restraining number 14. She would need to watch the video clip of her failed audition, with a glass of wine and some popcorn, later at home. Perhaps with a certain naughty nurse locked tightly between her thighs, to help get her in the mood. “How so nurse, what could she have possibly done to herself that's worse than the hood and the resin filled padlocks”. The doctor rapped her knuckles against the head cage and jangled the padlocks to emphasize her point.

The nurse tapped the front of the hood, now she looked at it the doctor could see that the patient's jaw line was distorted even through the multiple layers of hoods. The nurse continued her explanation, “Well doctor hidden under that hood is a three and a half inch diameter harness ball gag. Its made out of sound absorbing rubber, two pairs of silk panties soaked in chilli sauce, a leather panel gag and there are all the layers of hoods on top of that”. The doctor looked closer she could just reckon she could see the bulging cheeks and distended outline of the massive ball gag under the other layers of restraints, but perhaps that was just her imagination.

That raised a few other interesting questions, the doctor looked at number 14 and span her around on the spot checking her front back and sides to no apparent avail. “Ok nurse, what happened to her arms, I can't seem to find them”? The doctor squeezed number 14's breasts then ran her hands around her waist as if to emphasise the lack of arms.

The nurse look confident patting the patient on the shoulder, “Well doctor the competition organiser assured me that they are there. You can just see that bulge between her shoulder blades”. The doctor spun the dizzy patient around again once more, with a rattle of padlocks and the scrape of her heels on the floor.

She ran her hands over the patient's back feeling something buried deep under the layers of restraints, “Oh yes nurse, they must be painfully in that position. She must be in agony, with her arms folded up so tight. I see it now, what exactly happened to her arms then”? The doctor focused her attention on the patients back her shoulders were drawn back her spine arched due to the layers of restraint it made number 14's considerable assets stand out even more.

“Well doctor, according to the notes on her performance. She was put in a custom made reverse prayer straight jacket that was laced shut around the arms, it also acted as a corset. Its very secure, her hands were already in mittens filled with set latex. Moving on you can see the bottom of the jacket had duel thigh bands. That in itself must be agony, with them so tight cutting into her helpless flesh. Then they put a thick reinforced rubber transportation jacket over the top of that, it must be really warm in there, you can see the duel crotch strap's cutting into her flesh. Then they laced something called an extreme compression Venus leather corset jacket over the top. then they applied the steel submission girdle over the jacket and locked it all on very tight”! 

The doctor could see the steel frame over her torso the thick layer of white leather form the Venus corset jacket. She could even see some of the steel lacing, she could also see the bits of the other rubber and leather layers poking out with crotch and thigh straps that were all punishingly tight, she was amazed that the patient could draw even a shallow breath.

“Yes nurse I see, I wonder what possessed her to include the cut outs for her breasts in the straight jackets, that looks very painful. The way that they are squeezed at the base and that bra thing seems to hardly cover them, see I can just pull it away and there she is completely unprotected, her breasts are just there for anyone to grope and fondle”. The doctor pulled away the scrap of red fabric and gave both the patients bulging breasts a good hard squeeze. Without the scant bit of modesty the scrap of fabric they didn't drop an inch. They were buoyant and full bulging out from the layers of restraint.

“yes doctor, I see what you mean, I could just squeeze and kneed them like this, pinch and squeeze her nipples and she can't really do much about it. Its almost as if she wanted to be treated like this. It's as if she wanted to be kept in this jacket and objectified and humiliated constantly. Her nipples are certainly getting hard and she is barely trying to resist, in fact the harsher I am the more she seems to like it”. The patient was sandwiched between the nurse and the doctor who were both pressing tightly against her. She was not trying to wiggle to resist but more to rub herself up against them in the intimate press.

“Exactly nurse she seems to be moaning in pleasure and gyrating her hips. Its like she wants to be punished for not escaping. That steel girdle looks absolutely merciless crushing both her waist and her arms under it, or so I assume. She must be barely able to suck in any air, look at the way she is panting and her breasts are bobbing about. The top half is nothing but chains wrapped around her shoulders and breasts sinking into the layers of canvas rubber and flesh, they are so secure so tight I cant move the chains. Apart from that steel posture collar where she can turn a bit, which is even worse but to be fair she still needs to breath. In fact what's this switch on the collar, is it a choke attachment”? The doctors hands traced over the metal imprisoning number 14, it felt cool to the touch giving a tantalizing exotic thrill to the doctor.

The nurse reached out, “yes doctor it is a choker control collar, I can cut off all her breathing with this look at how helpless she is, is-ant it adorable to see her squirm about. I could just cuddle her all day, she has a body that was born to be bound”. The patients squirming started to be less sensual and more desperate as the pressure on her wind pipe grew. her breasts jiggled as she struggled trying to throw them off her, but the nurse kept her hand pressed on the choker control stud.

“nurse that's enough of that for the moment, let her breath a little. Though if she misbehaves we can of course apply it as a corrective measure. With the rest of the steel girdle its like her upper torso is sealed inside a web of steel. like she's trapped in a net of chains. And the bottom half looks a bit punishing as well considering how tight it is, she was certainly squirming when you were examining her breasts”. The two medical professionals returned to sandwiching number 14 in between them, though there hands were wandering over each other too.

The nurse reached between number 14's legs, “Yes Doctor, it seems to be designed a bit like a chastity belt. Only far more secure, more utilitarian more humiliating. Its the one thing that we have a key for thankfully, it makes it a lot easier to look after her. She has a pair of rubber knickers a large pumped up butt plug and a catheter beneath that”. The nurse pointed to a key on a tag attached to the file, then she ran her fingers over the edge of the intimate metal accessory.

The doctor's voice filled with mock horror “nurse did you investigate number 14, before this assessment”? She started to run her hands between the patients legs tracing every line of flesh every strap every band of leather steel and rubber.

“well doctor I had to do a bit of a preliminary examination. She seemed a bit overly excited and I had a key. So I put a little pressure clamp on her clitoris and stuffed her twat with cold frosty ice cubes to cool her down. I gave her a dose of the bowel melter chilli laxative solution in her rear and then plugged her back up with a vault door plug size XXXL, the one with the guaranteed 100 day seal. I reverse filled her bladder with warm soapy water as well. Then I added the extra thick rubber knickers, then I got the panel on the belt plate a couple of notches tighter to keep everything in place”. The doctor pulled on the edge of the barely visible rubber underwear that was buried in the folds of the patients bound body, it encouraged another set of squirming from her.

“Well nurse I must commend you for your enthusiasm. I am sure that the patient will appreciate the extra lengths you go to, it will certainly give number 14 something to think about. I guess that explains why she is squirming about so much. Now moving on those hardly seem to have been sensible shoes”. The doctor could barely imagine the agony that number 14 must be suffering. Her most intimate flesh tightly clamped her back passage stretched and filled with liquid discipline. Her other area's chilled and filled mercilessly by the stern heartless nurse. The doctor felt herself getting more and more excited, her hand moved from the patient to give the nurse a good squeeze on her rear.

The nurse didn't even let out a cry from the doctors hand, a grin forming on her face as they discussed the last details of there patients predicament. “yes doctor, she is wearing those thigh high black leather ballet boots with leg braces over the top, with wires instead of laces locked on with more padlocks. Her toes must be in agony. On top of that are lock bolt shackles at ankle, calf above and below the knees with mid thigh bands. With a maximum eight inches of hobble chain between them all locked on. Again the padlocks are filled with resin, not just the key hole but the entire mechanism, thorough the hole that they usually use to add oil”. The doctor examined the padlocks and chains she was really amazed that the patient could stand in those boots, there was no way she was getting out of them on her own.

The doctor approached the nurse squeezing her around the waist and pulling her into a hug and a brief erotic kiss, as she held her hand behind her back tightly controlling her junior co worker.
“I must say nurse, It's amazing that she is standing at all. Shouldn't she have collapsed by now”. The patient was still swaying on the spot tethered in place.

She released the nurse for the moment, “well doctor the strap on the ceiling rail helps her to keep standing in place connected to the back of her hood, she has only been waiting four hours maybe six for the assessment. She has had plenty of time to learn, forced to balance in one spot and endure that enema. Also as a bonus there is a hollow tube through all the gags and hoods so we were able to force feed her some caster oil and laxatives to make sure she is quite regular. Now what are you going to do with her, how do we get her out?”

The doctor tuned to her with a flash of anger, “nurse I am surprised at you, Get her out and destroy all these beautifully crafted items, she is a work of art. We are just going to commit her like this for a 72 hour observation to this institution, lets get her into one of the padded lock-down draws for the special patients, after we give her a bit of a special examination”. The doctor reached between number 14's legs then started to fiddle with the strap holing her hood to the rail

The nurse was very excited at the prospect, “Ok very good doctor, I think she will need some special attention, after we settle her in we can give her a very personal session and then hook her up to the high pressure feedback enema machine”. The machine was relentless and merciless it would not give the poor patient a moments rest from there torments, but it would take her mind off her impossibly tight restraints for a bit, if that was actually a good thing was open to debate, a debate that the restrained patient could not participate in.

“oh yes nurse, just before then you can get the 16 inch ridged rubber strap-on you were telling me about. I was wondering, do you think that you can get the entire thing buried into her rear and we can give her a little double team therapy with your old spare, the 12 inch one with the shock function. I bet we can make her come so hard she doesn't care about getting free”. The two of them shared a wicked grin as the nurse went to get a trolley form the corner of the room the doctor released the clasp and the patient collapsed into her arms, after six or more hours of standing in those en-point heels her legs were numb from the strain”.

The nurse had the trolley ready and the two of them got the patient onto it and started to rather pointlessly and rigorously strap her down. “exactly my thoughts doctor, I also have the paddle and the crop and certain area's of number 14 are quite accessible, her bottom is practically crying out for a spanking so round inviting and taunt, and those breasts of hers are so firm and perky”. The nurse was getting her self worked up as she grabbed a bag or accessories that she kept for such opportunity's and occasions.

The doctor watched the nurse's bottom as she pushed the trolley along to a more private and secure area of the hospital, “nurse, Lets get that sexy little body of hers away, its time for the next stage of the assessment. we need to give every inch of her body a very thorough physical going over inch by inch by inch. Then I think I am going to put you under heavy restraint and show you the error of your ways, giving you some firm correction”. The nurse was quivering in anticipation,“yes doctor, but number 14 needs a good going over first”, The doctor simile “of course, we put the patients first”.