Drunk Tank Edited by John Drake

  Mellissa slowly began to regain consciousness. Her head was throbbing, it felt thick and heavy-she had been out drinking on Friday night. She remembered things. She had not been in a good mood having suffered endless streams of criticisms that were thrown at her. Her landlord wanted to double her rent and she had not read the contract very well so she could soon be out looking for another place. Her family were on her case for her to find anyone and get on and get them some grandchildren. Her work life balance was a mess and her poorly defined job description meant that she reported to three different bosses all of which were blaming her for not giving them her complete attention. It was like she was expected to do three people’s work which they seemed to be expecting! 

  Her vision was hazy for a few seconds she shook her head and squinted then it cleared. She was inside some sort of hospital room, it was clean and white and smelled of strong disinfectants. Stencilled in faded grey letters on the wall were the words DRUNK TANK, she felt mildly insulted. The room was six foot six, she seemed to be half lying half propped up against a wall. Her entire body felt ill and weak. Oh boy she didn’t want to know want was going on! Her mouth ached, her wrists and ankles ached and she had slept funny-weird muscle cramps played all over her body.

  She tried to speak, to swear but there seemed to be a curved tube in her mouth it was quite wide and fat designed to keep her airway open. It was also appeared to be wrapped in quite a thick layer of rubber preventing it from moving around much in her mouth. Mellissa pondered this for a few seconds. She had drunk an entire bottle of tequila, maybe even more-she must be in hospital, they must have put her in here to keep her from choking on her own tongue. Mellissa tried to spit it out but it was quite large and her teeth were firmly clamped into the rubber bung around it. Her jaw did ache a bit Mellissa tried to move her tongue but it was held at the bottom of her mouth by the thick rubber around the tube. There was a bit of pressure on her cheeks she realised there was a strap so that she couldn’t dislodge the thing keeping her airway open. She tried to call for a nurse or doctor but no one answered. Mellissa found it was also a surprisingly effective gag, it had a lot of extra rubber around the tube so that it didn’t move around in her mouth this also muted her cries for help. It probably stopped the more drunk patients from causing too much noise and disturbing everyone which was apparently her.

  Mellissa could feel a padded floor beneath her body it was more than a mattress it seemed like the entire floor was padded, she focused she was in a padded cell she couldn’t even see a door just a light above her. Mellissa tried to reach for the strap to get the tube out of her mouth. Her right arm would not budge she pulled on her left arm that would also not budge. After a fraction of a second Mellissa realised the extent of her predicament there was also an unpleasant padded presence between her legs. She tried to move her arms. There was a wide, thick four-inch leather belt tightly clinched around her middle. A disposable diaper-a large one was between her legs with a rubber pair of knickers pulled over that. A two-inch crotch strap from the belt held the diaper and rubber underwear tightly in place. With no small relief she realised that the diaper was dry for now. Her right arm was in front of her. Her hand was inside some sort of mitten that was part of the belt. Her hand was in a fist and she seemed to be gripping a rubber ball. There was some sort of solid gel in-between her fingers filling all the gaps in the mitten. She could not move her fingers one bit it was like someone had filled the mitten with silicone gel before forcing her hand plus the rubber ball inside then letting the whole thing go off. How was she meant to use her hands? The obvious answer was that she was not meant to use her hands in case she did something stupid like pull out the tube holding her airway open. 

  The restraint belt seemed quite unique-her right arm was pulled in front of her body as far as it would go to the left. The wrist strap on the mitten was anchored just above her left hip and there was a further strap from the belt looped around her arm, just above her elbow ensuring that she had no movement of her poor pinioned limb. Her left arm was behind her back, her hand similarly sealed in a mitten but pulled to her right hip with an additional elbow strap. A short amount of struggling confirmed to Mellissa that whoever had applied this sadistic restraint had not left her with one bit of slack to move her arms. As redundant as it was, the tips of the mittens also had a strap running from them to the thick belt. The belt was lined with some sort of padding but was still cinched punishingly tight. Her arms were in such a secure position that she could not use one hand to help free the other even if the mittens were absent. The whole thing seemed to be designed to stop a patient fiddling with their restraints.

  Mellissa realised that she was completely naked apart from the diaper. Her small perky breasts were exposed for the world to see, as she tried to somehow cover up her struggles just caused her breasts to bounce around causing her to blush. She tried to get up but her ankles were bound together with thick heavy cuffs composed of two wide straps. The two straps were riveted together at 90 degrees so it was impossible for her to move herself into a standing position. After a short amount of struggling she confirmed that she could not get out of the ankle cuffs-she would remain in this position sitting up against the padded wall of her cell until whoever put her in this position decided to change it. She thought about the thickness of the diaper and the security of the cuffs they might decide to leave her here for hours to sober up some more!
  Suddenly the wall shifted and a crack formed an outline two panels wide by six panels high. The door perfectly blended into the padding and it swung inwards with a creak of heavy hinges. 
  Someone stood in the doorway. They paused for a second just out of vision of the patient. Mellissa tried to communicate who are you but it turned into “Mmph m mmpphh?” Her words came out as nothing more than muted noise. A nurse walked into the room, she was about five foot six with a lot of red hair tightly tied into a bun behind her. She had a very sexy silhouette, wearing a tight white blouse that was partially unbuttoned. There was a name badge but Mellissa could not see it clearly form her position. The nurse she wore a very short white skirt-her white stocking tops could just be seen. She had a pair of flat sensible shoes, her skin was quite pale and her face was dotted with freckles.
  She was carrying quite a large canvas bag on a strap over her shoulder and introduced herself;
    “I am nurse Jackie. This is for your own good as you got in so much trouble last night.”
  Mellissa tried to calm down, to speak slowly-to be understood she tried to say, ‘I can’t remember last night, what’s going on?’ but It came out as, “M mmph mumps mph mmphh, mmhs mpphh mph?” 
  The nurse couldn’t understand a word and didn’t seem to care one bit. However, she seemed to be reaching for the gag. Mellissa, believing she might actually be released from the gag leaned forward and moved her neck around to the side to allow the nurse access to release her.
   “Now let me just make sure that this gag is on right.” 
   “Mmmppphhh!” Mellissa shrieked in protest as the nurse suddenly started to tighten the gag. She tried to pull back to pull away but she really didn’t have good leverage and the nurse had a grip like iron.     
    “Good, another notch or two-nice and secure.” 
    “Mmmpphh!” Mellissa shrieked into her gag in pain and a little indignation-the horrible thing was uncomfortably wedged in her jaw with no way to loosen it. With the strap securely buckled the nurse released her. She reached down and felt Mellissa between her legs squeezing the diaper it was unwanted but unavoidable she could not pull back. She settled for staring daggers at the impudence of the nurse to touch her like that;
    “It looks like you haven’t used your diaper yet. Good I won’t have to change you.” She gave Mellissa a particularly hard squeeze before letting her go. ‘You bitch!’ was what Mellissa tried to call her “Mmpph mmpph!” was all that came out but by the tone and the look the nurse got the general idea.

  The nurse grabbed her by the belt and dragged her away from the wall;
    “Let’s make sure your nice and snug!” Mellissa was unceremoniously rolled over, offering muted curses, “Mmmmpphh.” The nurse grabbed the back of the crotch strap she un-fastened it and pulled it a lot tighter digging the diaper into Mellissa’s most intimate regions.

  She stroked Mellissa‘s head;
    “There, this strap can get at least an inch tighter-you don’t want to make a mess do you? Good girl.” The nurse yanked on the strap tighter and tighter until it felt like poor Mellissa was being cut in half to much muted angry and confused growls from the patient;
    “MMMPPHH!!?” The nurse re-buckled the strap and patted her on the bottom adding further insult and indignity treating her like a little girl.

  Mellissa started to struggle with all that she was worth, she had to get free of these restraints-she had to get this sadistic bitch of a nurse off her. No matter how hard she pulled on her arms or how much she twisted the stiff unyielding leather easily kept her its prisoner. The nurse suppressed a giggle at her pathetic struggling and started to work on getting every bit of slack out of the restraints. The nurse eased the belt her voice was full of mocking derision;
    “Now I just have to check your arms-we don’t want you fidgeting or getting in trouble.” 
  She started to work on the straps behind Mellissa’s back meticulously releasing then retightening each one of them drawing her arm further and further away contorted around her body. She squealed into her gag, ‘It’s already tight enough!’ All that came out was, “Mmmpph mmmph mmmpph!”
  Mellissa was rolled over by the nurse who started to stroke her tummy then started to methodically tighten the straps holding her other arm in place;
    “Let me just tighten the straps a little, I am sure we can get your arms a little tighter, I see a bit of slack. Now I just need to tighten the other straps up good, there! Now your arms are out of harm’s way.” When she was finished she pushed Mellissa back up against the wall, took two steps back and admired her handiwork.  

  Mellissa tested her bonds-there had to be some mistake, something not secured correctly-some flaw she could find or exploit! She couldn’t be trapped with her arms twisted around her body like this, she had to get out!
  She became frantic as the nurse stood back with a smug grin on her face and watched. All her struggles did was cause her to grunt into her gag. Sweat started running down her head and her arms hurt where the leather tightly pinioned them in place. Her breasts bounced about but nothing was achieved but to confirm that the nurse knew her job, that the restraints were very secure and Mellissa would never have a career as an escape artist. The nurse mocked her going to the bag for some item;
    “Don’t worry, after a few weeks you will get used to it-all our disruptive patients have to wear the belt.”
   “MMMppph” Mellissa gave her a very evil look, just one small chance and she would make the nurse pay. She had to wonder what the hell she had done last night for them to be treating her like this and how long were they planning to keep her here. A few weeks? No, she couldn’t stand a few more hours being tied up this tight let alone a few weeks! She was still angry and hot-headed, things that would likely get her in more trouble.
  The nurse pulled out a heavy tailored bundle of canvas. Mellissa took one look at it and started to struggle again. This time she used her legs, trying to get a bit of leverage on the padded floor. If only her ankles were not crossed she might be able to do something. She growled into her gag-a mixture of fear and rage;
    “Mmmppph!!” The nurse advanced towards her;
    “This is for your own good.” Mellissa didn’t believe her for a second and continued to struggle, trying despite the restraints to stand up to get away but it was a very small cell to be trapped inside with someone. She fixed eyes with the nurse, giving her a look of pure malevolent defiance, shaking her head and indicating NO towards the nurse, towards the idea of the jacket. She continued to wriggle slowly backwards around the cell;
    “Mmmmpppphhh!” She shouted incoherent insults at the nurse.
    “Don’t shake your head like that at me and don’t you dare give me that look!” The nurse got a bit angry with her. Normally by now patients were smart enough to learn to behave, this girl was going to end up getting herself in a world of trouble. 
  Mellissa felt a sharp pang in her head, some sort of recollection. Mellissa distantly remembered the beginning of the evening there were two of her friends and three boys they were under the delusion that they could out-drink her. She remembered them heading for the most expensive club in town-a single cocktail costing a wallet withering amount!
  The nurse took a deep breath and tried to be a bit calmer and rational to try and persuade the patient to behave before she broke out more authoritarian and diabolical apparatus. She tried to appeal to her patient’s vanity for a start;
    “I have to put this jacket on you, it will make you a bit more compliant-don’t you want to be covered up?” 
  Mellissa went red from the rising embarrassment that the nurse had been staring at her all this time. She was acutely aware that she was naked but she had absolutely no way to cover herself up she tried to pull an arm to cover herself but it was no use it was too tightly wrapped around her body. This only filled her with more rage and helped her make stupid decisions.
  She twisted her body and used all her might to try and shoulder-slam the nurse with her body. She pushed her shoulder against the nurse to try and knock her over. She had no greater plan than that however the nurse easily saw it and stepped to the side to avoid her, a look of acute indignation on her face;
    “How dare you!”
    “Mmmppphhh!” Mellissa grinned at a small victory she might not have actually been able to physically touch the nurse but she had made her lose her composure, of course she would learn the price of this folly in the next few seconds and spend a much longer time regretting it. The nurse disappeared into the bag and removed something that looked like a pair of silver charms on a length of chain. The nurse brought them over. Mellissa stared at them for a second a quizzical look on her face. The nurse smiled an evil smile and held them a little closer. Mellissa’s gaze narrowed they looked a little like a pair of clamps with some rather heavy springs and some rather nasty looking jaws. She gulped into her gag. The nurse looked at the clamps looked at her face then looked at her nipples. Mellissa’s eyes went wide as saucers. She looked at the clamps again then at the nurse then down at her own nipples. Suddenly she felt very exposed very vulnerable. Her nipples were very delicate very sensitive but then everyone that had just seen a pair of clamps like that probably would have the same sensation rush over them!
  She grinned and held them out;
    “Well I have these for naughty girls…” 
  Mellissa could suddenly see what was in her immediate future. She shrieked then tried to move backwards away from the threat;
    “Eekk! Mmmpphh!” Was all that escaped the gag. The nurse took half a step closer holding the clamps out grinning;
    “That got you to back away.” 
  Quickly, Mellissa found the corner of the padded room nowhere to run nowhere to hide, no way to delay the inevitable.
  The nurse was suddenly on her. dragging her out of the corner then pretty much tackling Mellissa to ground. She had her in a sort of bearhug, her head right next to Mellissa‘s chest. Suddenly Mellissa felt the nurses warm wet tongue touched her nipple she seemed to be an expert rolling it around gently caressing and teasing it she moved to the other breast. Suddenly Mellissa felt herself gasping she stopped struggling and started to enjoy the sensation. She closed her eyes and simply started to melt, her body overloaded with the sensations. The nurse teased her;
    “Let me just work on these. Boy you are a slut, your nipples got hard so quick! Let me just clamp these in place-that will teach you to resist.”
  Mellissa was brought out of her pleasant little respite from reality as the cruel surgical steel bit down hard on her sensitive right nipple! It hurt like dull nails were pushing from every side into the most sensitive piece of her exposed flesh. She tried to jump out of her skin, “MMMPPPHHH!!!!” making a noise far louder than anything the nurse expected her to make she tried to pull away but the pain was unbearable and the clamp easily held her. The nurse applied the second clamp to a loud mournful wail from her patient, “MMMMPPPPHHH!!!!” Mellissa could feel her nipples on fire the pain was one of the worst she had ever experienced. The nurse let her go and took a few steps back picking the bundle of canvas back up.
  The nurse’s charge panicked, thrashing about, trying to dislodge the horrible tormenting steel that was locked around her sensitive buds. After a few seconds she slowly started to calm down to think if she could put all her effort in swing one way or the other perhaps she could exert enough force to lose the clamps. A few seconds of frantic movement convinced her that it was a bad idea and she wouldn’t be free. The nurse leaned forward for a second. Mellissa thought she would be merciful and remove them just applying them to teach her a lesson it was of course incorrect. The nurse grinned and pressed two studs on the clamps they got a tiny fraction tighter and there was a click like a lock engaged. She reached out and got a gentle hold on the chain immediately she had Mellissa’s full attention and compliance;
    “Wickedly tight aren’t they? You can’t shake them off so you just have to live with them now.”
    “Mmmmppph mmmmpph mmmmph mmmppphh!” The nurse tortured Mellissa, pulling the clamps this way and that for ten twenty seconds just to demonstrate how she was in control and just how helpless Mellissa was. She ended with a dire warning;
    “Resist any more and you get more…” Mellissa was convinced to give the struggling a break, her poor nipples couldn’t take any more she would bide her time and wait for an opportunity. She changed her appearance, trying to look pathetic, meek and humble with pleasing eyes. She looked at the jacket and shook her head trying to spark some bit of sympathy from the nurse who nodded her head. Mellissa’s shoulder slumped a little as she resigned herself to her fate of being further restrained in an additional prison of canvas over the top of her leather restraints. The nurse opened up the bundle of canvas, it had no arms just a hole for the patients neck and waist it seemed to make up for the lack of conventional sleeves with a wide array of fastening options down the back of the jacket, “Well you don’t get much say in it do you, this jacket is made of a nice thick canvas, over it goes.” With little ceremony the nurse opened the jacket up, shook it out and proceeded to wrap it around Mellissa. She decided against further antagonising the nurse for the moment;
    “Mph.” One little cry escaped her as the canvas brushed up against the clamps, moving them as it settle over her chest.

  The jacket soon enveloped Mellissa’s shoulders and moved down quickly, being pulled into place. The canvas was ruff and coarse her nipple clamps were uncomfortably pressed into her breasts the scratchy material was pushed against her sensitive flesh. The tips of her nipples bulged just above the clamps sensitive and raw rubbed against the fabric. Quickly Mellissa realised that the jacket was going to be very tight. It seemed to be sized specifically for her to be as tight as possible with no hope of escape or any thought to her comfort, it was another way of securing a patient so that they stood no chance. The nurse worked the creases out of the jacket securing a little clip at the top stopping any chance of it falling off.   
  The nurse stroked the canvas almost lovingly. Slowly she laced the back of the garment very loosely from the back of the neck to just below the belt;
    “From your neck to your waist it makes the belt that much more secure. Now just hold still while I roll you over.”
  Mellissa grunted her complaints, “Mmppphh…” as she was rolled over like a sack of potatoes. The thick armless canvas jacket helped to emphasize the comparison. “The bottom of the jacket connects to the belt with these little clips, nice and snug.” 
  The nurse secured the first link from the jacket to the waist clincher. Mellissa could already feel the jacket tighter over her body from one of the clips linked to the bottom of the belt it also had the added disadvantage of pulling the belt and by extension the crotch strap and diaper up making them even more uncomfortable. The second clip on the other side pulled the jacket and belt closer together there was a shift of the canvas against her nipples and she squirmed involuntarily. The nurse was quite heavy handed as the third and fourth clip was engaged the two restraints locked together they seemed to do a good job of erasing her poor twisted arms, the canvas would hide them away. When tightened they would hardly be noticeable. The fifth and the sixth clips were made from a tough stainless steel, no amount of struggling from a patient would break one of them let alone the eight that would eventually secure the belt to the jacket.
    “Mmmppphh!” The nurse caught a bit of Mellissa’s tender skin with the clip from the jacket before linking it to the belt. Mellissa’s reaction was to jerk and twist away from the pain, this meant that the nurse just missed linking up the seventh clip. The nurse was not happy at even this accidental token resistance she lashed out slapping Mellissa on the bottom;
    “Naughty girl! Stop struggling.” Mellissa froze for a bit, cautiously trying not to earn herself any other sort of punishment. The nurse took this opportunity to quickly secure the seventh and eighth clips, this linked the two items and made the belt and crotch strap pull that fraction tighter into her already tightly confined body. The nurse pulled Mellissa up into a sitting position then moved around behind her and started to work on the laces. The jacket had two sections of laces one that covered from just behind the neck to the small of the back and one from the small of the back to the bottom of the garment. There was hardly any gap between the two.
  Wrapping her right hand around the trailing ends of the upper laces and her left hand tightly around the end of the bottom section, the nurse laced it up and the small section laced down so that the laces were both close together and both far out of the patient’s ability to reach them. Currently they just existed as barely enough for the nurse to grasp. She carefully pulled on the upper set of laces and a little slack slowly formed. She carefully pulled on the lower laces until she had a bit of slack. The nurse grinned to herself as she wrapped her right hand around the slack created in the laces and got a firm grip, her left hand wrapping around the slack on the bottom set of laces. 
  She took a deep breath, something that Mellissa would find quite impossible to do in a few minutes. She yanked down hard with her right hand making a gesture almost like punching it quickly pulled the rest of the slack out of the laces, “Mmppph?” making Mellissa gasp into her gag as the jacket began to constrict around her torso. The nurse saw the startled reaction from her patient and quickly pulled up with her left hand pulling the slack from the bottom set of laces. 

  Mellissa began to appreciate how tightly tailored the jacket was. It clung to the curves of her body and slowly contracted about her form. If the nurse kept this up she would soon be crushed!
  The nurse pulled on both sets of laces at the same time, drawing more and more slack from them and making them tighter and tighter. After a minute she had to stop and get a better grip on the laces simply because their length had become far too long to manage;
    “There it laces up a bit at a time.” Melissa’s attendant now alternated between the two sets of laces pulling strongly on the upper set creating a little slack in the lower set, pulling that tight and so on she had developed into a rhythm almost as if she was sawing away at the back of the jacket. She was making good progress and bit by bit, millimetre by millimetre the two halves of the jacket began to slowly approach each other. Mellissa could feel her breathing being restricted it was a little now but if the nurse had her way she was sure that it was going to get much worse. The nurse paused taking her time to gather up the loose laces so that it was all neat and tidy. She grinned, “All in then, I can get it really tight so that even if you somehow managed to get your hands free you wouldn’t be able to get the jacket off if you struggled for a month.” 
  Mellissa didn’t like it. When she was compliant she was punished, when she resisted she was punished the sadistic bitch of a nurse seemed to only be interested in making her life miserable. At least she would put up a bit of defiance, she figured it didn’t matter-what was the worst that the nurse could do on top of her existing restraints?
  Mellissa tried to rapidly pull away from the nurse to get her to lose her grip on the laces so that she would literally be able to have a breather. It didn’t work so well only disrupting the nurse’s efforts to lace the jacket shut and merely delaying the inevitable for a few seconds. The nurse gritted her teeth;
    “You seem a bit too rambunctious missy. I guess you need the laces tightened some more.” Mellissa tried to pull away to shake the nurse off, the tightness on the jacket was getting too much for her-she was starting to panic. This did very little to stop the nurse and only really ended up putting more force against the laces drawing them that bit tighter. It was really starting to cut into her body, her waist the dam canvas was so tight.
  The nurse reached the point where there was no way she could get the garment any tighter with this method, however the jacket had a small but very sturdy clip on the back next to the laces. The nurse got the upper pair clipped into place so that they would not unravel. She got the bottom set in both hands and put her complete effort into tightening just one part of the jacket lifting her patient up from the floor with a few solid tugs. She reversed this process clipping the bottom set of laces in place she grabbed the upper set and pulled down this pulled Mellissa into the padding. Mellissa had to ponder a few seconds trying to work out what was going on. She was being laced up more slowly but the effect was more pronounced and it hurt so much having the breath crushed out of her with each pull and tug from the nurse. 
  She mustered her effort and tried to fight back, tried to shake the evil bitch off her back. Obviously it didn’t work and it didn’t help her. The nurse slapped her on the bottom;
    “Still want to make a fight of it? I guess you want it tighter!” The nurse’s knee pushed into the small of her back-she had more leverage and could pull even harder. Mellissa panicked, trying to fight but the laces were so tight she hardly had the opportunity with the air being literally wrung out of her body.

  The nurse continued to act, pulling the laces, trying to erase the very small gap at the back of the jacket. Mellissa felt crushed like a chain was wrapped around her waist she tried begging into her gag one more time just to in the faint hope that the nurse would have some form of pity;
    “Mmmpppphhh hhhhhhh hhhhh!” The nurse paused for a second;
    “Sorry I can’t hear you very well. You want it tighter? Happy to oblige!” 
  Mellissa was suddenly pushed forwards face down on to the padding. A second later and the nurse was practically sitting on her, leaning back using Mellissa’s body weight and her own to put extra stress on the laces. One pull, the nurse strained and gasped. Another and then finally it was done, getting them to close all the way. 
  The nurse felt an immense sense of victory. It was a rare thing to completely close one of these jackets all the way on the first go, usually you had to take a week or more to properly tighten them. Still Mellissa had started off with a fantastic set of curves there would be no way she could get out of the jacket. The nurse had a few little formalities to finish first. She tied the two sets of laces off together in a big tight square knot that would be very hard to undo then disappeared into her bag. She pulled out a small tube of super glue a pair of pliers and a box cutter knife. She wore a wicked grin on her face. The clip that she had used to temporarily hold the laces in place could be adjusted to swing around and tightly clamp the base of the knot keeping it from moving around. A lot of glue and about ten seconds and the knot was turned into a solid mass. One or two passes from the box cutter knife and the knot was trimmed into a nice little button impossible to undo. Mellissa just lay there in her tight jacket. It was too much, she had no way to get away, it was just far too much for her to take in. After a few moments the dull ache of her arms jaw and nipples resurfaced, she was forced to take short sharp rapid breaths.
  Carefully retracting the knife, the nurse then put the various items back in her bag. She stroked the back of the jacket. There was a big heavy zipper it was attached to two sides of the laces by a strong elastic piece of fabric. The nurse carefully lined it up and the bottom than with one fluid firm pull drew the zip all the way to the top of the jacket closing the flap and neatly covering up the lacing. The nurse started to stroke Melissa‘s bottom;
    “There is a flap with elasticated material over the laces then this high security zip then these straps. they are a bit redundant but they look so good on you.” Slowly, the nurse fastened the eight chunky straps down the back of the garment each one barely added anything to the tightness of the garment but each one would make it far harder to reach the laces or the zips. The end of each strap was folded back in on itself so that there was nothing that Melissa could possible catch on anything to give her even a slim chance of escape. The nurse rolled Melissa off her stomach and helped her sit up against the wall of the cell. She was going to change the cuffs then call it a night with this patient;
    “I am going to take your ankle straps off. Try anything and you will be sorry.” She released the first cuff, it felt good to be able to straighten her legs after so long sitting with them crossed. It was almost an involuntary twitch a reaction. All the fear and anger, all the frustration came to a point. Melissa tried to kick the nurse as hard as she could the moment the second cuff was released, she was for a short time free at least her feet were. What had she been expecting? That she would get a lucky blow and knock the nurse out or disable her some other way. That after that she could get to her feet and get out of her cell run away from whatever institution she was on and finally get someone to release her from these terribly restrictive restraints? The nurse was surprised but reacted fast enough to get out of the way. Her teeth seemed to grate in anger. A fire lit in her eyes-she was going to make Mellissa far more uncomfortable that she thought possible her voice was quiet cold;
    “You just made a mistake, missy!”
  She dived for the bag and pulled a pair of thick heavy ankle cuffs out of its depths. Mellissa took this opportunity to try and get up off the floor. She managed to get a few feet, half walking half leaning against the wall before the nurse rugby tackled her to the ground and rolled her back onto her stomach.
A very thick pair of padded ankle cuffs quickly enveloped her ankles. It was perhaps bad fortune for Mellissa or the experience of the nurse but her struggles practically landed her limbs in the waiting restraint. Unlike the previous cuffs these were not crossed at 90 degrees like the other pair but side by side. It was pathetic how easily she was rendered helpless the nurse mocked her;
    “These new ankle cuffs go on really tight you must really like being tied up, considering how easy it was.” The cuffs were about four inches wide made of thick heavy leather they were joined together in two spots top and bottom so that they remained close together eliminating most independent movement of the ankle joint effectively Mellissa’s feet were welded together. The cuffs had a lot of heavy triple stitching on the leather, a sparse amount of padding and two separate locks per cuff. If a patient did manage to break a lock, however impossible that was they would still be quite securely held in place. 

  Mellissa impotently struggled against the tight cuffs, the nurse held onto her ankles with one hand while she fished in her bag of supplies with the other hand. Within a few seconds she located her prize still keeping a firm grip on Mellissa‘s ankles;
    “I think you’re struggling a bit to much enjoy these toe cuffs.” 
    “Nnnnmmmmppppphhhh” Mellissa tried to object as her toes were tightly locked together in a pair of cuffs made from leather which seemed to be a miniature version of the cuffs around her ankles the nurse had to fiddle a bit with the small strap but soon her big toes were tightly mated.
  With there being no way for her to easily stand or walk, the nurse left Mellissa on the floor while she recovered something folded up in the very bottom of the bag. Mellissa craned her neck round so that she could see what was going on, what more could the crazy nurse possibly do to her? The nurse gripped something at the bottom of the bag. She grinned triumphantly, “As you did struggle so much I have a few special items for really bad little girls.” She slowly, teasingly pulled the item form the bag. Mellissa saw a bundle of very stern looking brown leather being pulled from the depths of the bag she shook her head and screamed begging into her gag;
    “Nnnmmmppphhh pppmmmpppphhhh!” She begged for the nurse to show her a tiny bit of mercy, as what looked like a cross between an ankle-length skirt and a corset slowly came into view.
  Her attendant held the restraint up in one hand for Mellissa to see while she adjusted buckles and straps and laces all neatly lined up, slowly getting it ready for its next occupant. She fixed a look with Mellissa eye to eye;
    “They call this a Leg Sheath.” Mellissa had already guessed where it was going but the thought of having her legs crushed the same way as her torso was being crushed set her off in a blind panic. fighting against her restraints howling into her gag;
    “Mmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhh” 
  She tried desperately to escape her predicament. Despite however much effort she put in, the ankle and toe cuffs remained in place the diaper was cruelly clinched into her body her arms remained twisted around her torso and her gag remained firmly in place eliminating any chance of a coherent word escaping her lips.

  The leather sheath looked like it was designed to fit over a woman who was locked in diapers, it had several sections at the top that would fit loosely over the diaper as it was being applied but could then be laced and clinched up tightly to ensure that the garment stayed in place as tightly as possible. With all her desperate struggling all Mellissa was able to do was roll over onto her back so that she was no longer on her front. The nurse shrugged and held up the waist of the garment, manoeuvring it around so it was the other way up she slowly advanced on her patient;
    “No matter how much you squirm it’s still going on you!” Mellissa tried to inch backwards shuffling her legs but it did little but tire her out even more she was panting due to the tightness of the jacket. She was panicking now. The prospect of being encased in more restraints made her anxiety rise. She was already restrained with so much painful bondage that she just wanted to get away. She thrashed against the jacket, against the ankle cuffs against the leg binder. She kicked out with her legs, it didn’t connect with the nurse but it got close. The nurse paused in surprise for a second she became angry again;
    “You tried to kick me, it’s going on tight!” She caught Mellissa’s ankles and fed her feet into the open end of the binder, starting to pull it up Mellissa’s legs working it from side to side. Mellissa could feel the leather, it was lined with some sort of strong nylon backing that helped it slip up her legs. She watched as the restraint began to engulf her legs, creeping up her calves it was only a matter of time before she was fully encased in another instrument of torture;
    “Mmmmppphhh!” she sobbed her frustration as the nurse worked away. The nurse looked her in the face and grinned;
    “There, up your legs it goes! This battle is already over.” 
  Already the leg sheath was half way up Melissa’s legs at her knees. Every struggle, every jerk of her body seemed to just work the tightly tailored leather skirt up her legs further. As it crept up her thighs Melissa found that the nurse’s progress was slowing the leather was tight already it was a struggle to make it move. Mellissa was resisting by trying to force her legs apart, the nurse grabbed two straps on the right of the sheath and pulled moving it up Mellissa’s legs a fraction of an inch. She grabbed the other two straps on the left of the sheath like a handle and pulled. The garment climbed about half an inch to the right. Slowly, little by little the nurse pulled the sheath up working it left right left right. Slowly Melissa’s muscles gave out and failed her as the sheath took more and more ground clamping her legs tighter and tighter together. The nurse’s hand reached the top of her thigh, “Just a little more and it’s in place. What are you going to do now honey?”
  She pulled hard then the sheath slithered the rest of the way reaching Melissa’s waist trapping her thighs tightly together with the diaper between them. The nurse attached a strap from the left of the sheath to a buckle on the left of the jacket pulling it tight she repeated this process with a strap behind the first and two more located on the other side of the jacket Mellissa lay there panting. The exertion of struggling so much had drained and exhausted her physically and mentally. The nurse patted her on the thigh “These straps attach to your jacket. Now you’re never going to wiggle out of that.” 
  The top of the tight leather sheath was now linked to the jacket with four sturdy straps all pulled and buckled as tight as they would go. The sheath already clasped Mellissa’s legs together so that she had almost no room to wiggle yet she was sure that the nurse was going to make it even more secure.
  The nurse laced up two flaps at the top of the skirt left and right they were about six inches long each and allowed the garment to be made much tighter around the waist clamping down on the diaper, quickly making Mellissa’s life even more restricted, pushing the diaper closer into her body. She grinned at Mellissa;
    “I’m just going to get you rolled over. Let me just get the lacing.” She quickly flipped Mellissa over. There was a section of sturdy laces that ran from just below her bottom to just above her ankles. 
  A few tugs on the laces and it became apparent to Melissa that this was the straitjacket all over again except her legs would be crushed to jelly in its leathery embrace. The leather was a different animal from the canvas. The canvas jacket had made a little noise a few creaks and rustles as it was tightened but the leather creaked and groaned with the pressure that was applied to it as the nurse laced it tighter and tighter. 
  The nurse ran her hand along the length of the sheath. She enjoyed the feel the smell of leather it was so much more satisfying to restrain and capture a patient inside something like this. She could feel Melissa squirm and wriggle under her touch. She patted her on the bottom;
    “I think you need it tighter.” Mellissa tried to squirm against the restraint again all her cries and struggling did was amuse the nurse. The nurse regarded her prey. No matter how she tugged on the laces they didn’t seem to want to get any tighter. She paused adjusted her grip and her footing and got her breath back, “You can still squirm a bit, let me tighten that for you.” 
  She took a deep breath, something her prisoner was no longer able to do and pulled hard on the laces. Mellissa could feel the binder getting tighter and tighter she cried out;
    “Mmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhh!” 
  The nurse finally finished by tying the laces off into a complex knot before going through the same ritual of gluing and cutting them. The nurse finished the job off with a very tight thin strap that went under the arches of both of Mellissa’s feet, cutting into her soles coming from the bottom of the leg binder. It seemed one sadistic little extra, completely redundant but still adding further restriction to Melissa‘s body. 
  She stood back to admire her work-the tight leather binding her prisoner. Mellissa lay there and tried to turn over but everything was so tight she literally couldn’t squirm around enough to turn over onto her back.

  Her attendant carefully pushed on Melissa‘s shoulder with the toe of her shoe until Mellissa flipped over onto her back. The nurse looked down at her;
    “I think if I remove all stimulus it will help calm you down.” Melissa gave the nurse a defeated look. Whatever the nurse was going to do to her she couldn’t stop her or even put up any form of token resistance. She returned to her bag of supplies. She removed a thick rubber item and a small white box she put the rubber item which looked like some sort of bag or hood down and advanced on the patient with the small white box. Melissa couldn’t imagine what further indignation she would suffer but whatever it was, was contained in the small box. The suspense was going to kill her if the item in the box didn’t contribute to that.
  The nurse held the box very close to Melissa‘s face. She slowly opened it then turned it away from her field of vision at the last moment. She removed two small objects, holding one in her right hand, one in her left. Her hands slowly moved either side of Melissa‘s face. Melissa looked left and right finally looking at the grin on the nurse’s face. The nurse moved quick as a snake and suddenly Mellissa‘s head was tightly held in her hands. Something pushed against her right ear then her left. The nurse was at least a little gentle pushing them home working the rubber inside her body, she grinned “I hope you enjoy these ear plugs sorry, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE EAR PLUGS!”

  The nurse slowly walked over to the black bundle of rubber as she held it up, Melissa could clearly identify it as a hood. The nurse knew that she had Melissa‘s full attention. She rotated the bundle of rubber around so that her detainee could get a really good look at it, stalking over to Melissa and stepping over her bound form. She knelt down so that she was on top of Melissa, with her patient looking up into the nurses eyes her body tightly sandwiched between the nurses stocking clad thighs. She grinned;
    “Look at the pretty black rubber hood for the disruptive patient.” She started to lower the hood towards Melissa.
  Melissa begged shaking her head, “Nnnnmmmmmpppphhhh” but the top of the hood touched her hair she shut her eyes. The nurse didn’t pull the hood over her head yet, she was playing with her pretty prisoner. Melissa slowly opened one eye and then the other the hood was slowly withdrawn. The nurse looked at her triumphantly;
    “Don’t try shaking your head at me, you’re going in the Hood, unless?” Melissa was just about willing to do anything to avoid being placed inside that suffocating piece of rubber she asked questioningly;
    “Mmmpppph?” While the nurse could not understand the words, she did understand the sentiment. Slowly the nurse stood up she lifted her tiny skirt to show Mellissa her underwear which was quite obviously wet. The nurse obviously got off on wrapping up disruptive little patients.
  Tentatively Melissa nodded, the nurse slowly slid her panties down her legs and kicked them to one side. She pulled something that looked like a little key out of a pocket on her top. The key fitted into an indentation in the gag. Suddenly there was a hissing noise like air being released and the gag in her mouth seemed to deflate. The nurse put the key into another part of the gag turned and pulled. There was a little click then a pop and the centre of the gag came free suddenly Melissa could use her tongue but her jaw was still firmly held open by the gag. The nurse stroked her hair;
    “I bet you didn’t know the core of this gag deflates and comes away so good when you need to force feed a patient are you ready to eat?”
  
  Melissa remembered more about her evening. She’d had a bottle in her hand but there was something wrong with it, the bottle was empty. She looked around the table to see another bottle-it too was empty. 
  She glanced at her friend who was slumped over the table. She looked left the three guys that had been buying them drinks were not in any fit state to do anything. One of them was passed out on the floor, one of them had gone off to the All You Can Eat Buffet and was probably having his stomach pumped now. The last of them was desperately trying to explain to the manager and two large bouncers how he would be paying for the last round of drinks. Mellissa grabbed her last, slightly giddy friend and the two of them quickly left before they were asked to contribute to the bill.

  Melissa shook her head, she had only had one drunken lesbian romp in college that had ended with her in a similar position locked beneath the powerful thighs of the president of the Womens’ Karate Club. She had spent nearly four hours in that position slowly being trained how to service her lover, her arms wrapped up in a tightly tied black belt far out of the way. 
  She started to lick away, trying to remember everything she had been taught, her face clamped between the nurses powerful milky thighs. The nurse’s hands took a tight grip of her hair;
    “Now do your best and you might escape the hood.”
  Melissa found it hard to breath but she was desperate. She needed to please the nurse as much as she could, she needed to put on a good showing so that she would not be subjected to the claustrophobic rubber nightmare that potentially awaited her. 
  She worked on the nurse’s clitoris, licking and slurping away, drooling-everything she could to please and tantalise her. The nurse seemed to be enjoying herself;
    “Yes now that’s quite good, deeper.”
  The nurse pulled Melissa closer to her and she tried not to fight it just to work away at the area between her legs to make the nurse as happy as she could;
    “Yes, yes-deeper.” Melissa pushed herself working to every crevice of the nurse’s pussy trying to please her even more. The nurse was immensely enjoying herself holding Melissa tight. “Mmmmm, yes oh yes!” The nurse violently orgasmed there and then her legs clamped so tightly over Melissa’s face that she couldn’t breathe at all. She was starting to panic but after about fifteen seconds the nurse relaxed her grip so that she could breathe.
  The nurse adjusted her clothing slowly and getting up she stretched her legs before walking over to the bag. She took out a cloth and wiped her own crotch she picked up her panties and slowly pulled them back on. She used the cloth to wipe Melissa‘s face. She smiled at Melissa then a cruel look slowly crept back onto her face;
    “Too bad. Back in it goes.” She pushed the core of the gag back in position trapping Mellissa’s tongue a few twists with the key and the core of the gag was locked firmly back into place. She attached a bulb to the gag and soon the rubber sleeve around the core had returned to its usual size muffling all protests.
  The nurse returned to the position on top of Mellissa holding up the hood Mellissa realised that the sadistic monster was planning on putting her into the hood no matter what she did. Whatever she was going to do or not do, Mellissa felt that she was unfortunately going to spend a lot of time in this position she had no way to avoid it. 
  The nurse held up the hood allowing Mellissa to see it closely. She pointed to the centre of it;
    “Just one little breathing hole that links the hood to the gag.” The thought of having her breathing restricted further terrified Mellissa to be reduced to sucking air in like a straw she shook her head;    
    “Mmmpphh!”

  The nurse turned the hood slowly inside out. She showed Melissa its cavernous inside. There were two little protrusions and she grinned;
    “These plugs go up your nose.” The nurse held this part of the hood tightly against her nose working the plugs up into her nostrils. Melissa tried to pull away but the nurse’s other hand soon had the rest of the hood and started to fit it slowly and methodically over her face. She giggled, “Let me just slip it on. There you go!” Mellissa had a small fear of tight spaces having managed to lock herself in a cupboard when she was sixteen for nearly a day. 
  She felt that claustrophobia welling up as her lungs let out a massive shriek;     
    “Nnnnnmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhh!” The rubber enveloped her completely, blotting out all light. It tightly clung to her cheeks to her face under her chin. It was terrible, horrible and she couldn’t do a thing about it. 
  The nurse rolled her over onto her front and secured one strap followed by another until four heavy rubber straps closed down the back of the hood ensuring that the tight rubber was firmly in place. At least it was not that hard to breath-the hole was evidently bigger than it had first seemed even though having her nostrils filled with rubber plugs was disconcerting.
  Melissa realised that the nurse had reduced her to little more than a mummy, the only part of her body sticking out was her feet. There was probably something else in the bag for them that would be added to her bindings at a later date. She could felt he nurse’s hands on the hood as she slowly adjusted and moved the rubber, feeling it cradling Melissa’s jaw in her hands. She was trapped between the woman’s thighs with her sitting on her back. 
  The nurse’s tongue slid across the back of the hood. As she licked it she took a deep breath inhaling the scent of the rubber;
    “Now I think it needs to be a smidgen tighter.” She pulled Melissa’s head back as one by one she retightened the buckles at the back turning the hood into an even tighter prison as Melissa sobbed and whimpered into her gag.
  Her hands came under Melissa’s chin as she slowly forced her head back. She grinned; 
    “Stop whimpering, this rubber can be much tighter let me get it clinched in a bit more for you.”   
  Melissa couldn’t bear it. She tried to vocalise a protest;
    “Mmmmpppphhhhh!” Again, all that happened was the rubber was further tightened, outlining every detail of her face, clamping like a vice over her features. She could hear the nurse’s voice, low and mocking;
    “I can’t hear you very well. Are you begging me to tighten it some more? I guess I can oblige.” Melissa shrieked into the gag;
    “Mmmmppppphhhh!” but nothing moved the nurse as the straps were pulled tighter up to the last notch making the hood as hellishly tight as every other restraint that the nurse had applied.

  The nurse cuddled Mellissa, clamping her legs around Melissa’s, holding her around the waist with her left hand, squeezing her breast with her right. Her lips met the small line between the hood and the jacket. She licked the seam;
    “You’re my bondage lover,” she cradled and squeezed Mellissa’s form, “…my toy to play with, to punish or reward.” She tweaked Melissa’s nipple through the fabric of the jacket, “You can never leave me, I will keep you restricted and bound for your own good of course, when I want your talented little tongue will go to work.” She stroked Mellissa along the crown of her head. The nurse unwound from her and slowly stood up. She went over to the bag and returned. She got close, “You can still squirm a bit too much, I am close enough that you can hear me I have a nice posture collar for you.” 
  At the thought of the collar Mellissa tried to roll over, to move away but her body was so tightly bound all she was able to do was squirm from side to side. She reacted, “Mmmmmppphhh” as the black leather collar forced her head back further and further then clamped tightly around her neck three sets of tugs on the collar told her that it probably locked with three straps.
  The nurse spent a little time adjusting the collar. She moved it backwards and forwards, up and down a little getting it to settle in place. Slowly she worked one finger between the collar and Melissa‘s neck and she continued and managed to work two fingers in to the gap. The nurse considered that far too much freedom for her patient so she adjusted two of the straps pulling them tighter;
    “There now honey, isn’t that nice and snug?” Mellissa expressed her lack of enthusiasm;   
    “Mmmmmpppphhhhh.” Into her gag as the nurse tried the same trick again only to be able to slide a finger between the collar and the patient, it was still not snug enough Mellissa still had the tiniest fraction of movement.
  She undid and pulled on the upper most strap;
    “I think I can get it a bit tighter.” The nurse felt a little hint of satisfaction as she tested it again. Nice and snug-she couldn’t get a finger into the gap. Melissa could feel the tightness of the collar it was quite heavily tailored with padding but if felt like her neck was permanently locked in a vice. This had to be it there couldn’t be anything else that this sadistic monster could possibly add to her bondage. At least that was what Mellissa fervently prayed that she would not somehow be able to attach something else to her body to further her torment!

  Melissa was not that surprised when she was proved incorrect. She could feel the nurse get up, the padding creaked. Even through the ear plugs she could hear the sound of something being shaken out of the bag the thud of something hitting the floor. Moments later the nurse’s hand patted her on the bottom. The nurse got close so that she could hear;
    “You’re a special patient and you deserve a new accessory they call this a lockdown Hogtie sack.” The nurse reached out and stroked the material getting any creases out she stroked Melissa “It’s made from the finest leather.” 
  Mellissa didn’t really care what it was made of, it could be silk or string for all she cared it was the fact that the nurse was planning on putting her in another layer of bondage. Her body was already tired and worn out and getting exceedingly hot from being wrapped up in the rubber hood, tight canvas jacket and leather leg binder. She didn’t want to have more layers added to her torment increasing the heat generated from her body. Also being folded over into a tight hogtie was not a favourite but she had to be realistic every attempt she had made to persuade or bargain with the nurse had ended with her getting a new layer or restraint so she might as well try to accept that this was going to happen.

  The hogtie sack was a sadistic piece of art made from sturdy brown leather, it was designed to hold a woman tightly hogtied and could be adjusted from a relatively comfortable position to a tie so sadistically tight it was nothing more than a torturous punishment used to break the most recalcitrant of patients. It was lined with nylon, it had a collar at one end and a tightly tailored form to accommodate a woman’s curves, opening with a series of heavy zips on one side. 
  There were a couple of odd looking straps and a set of laces located on either side of the sack. The nurse bent down making sure that the zips were open;
    “Its laid out on the floor ready for you, you just need to be rolled over to it.” The nurse, using her arms rolled Mellissa over twice so that she was laying on top of the bundle of thick material.
  Melissa couldn’t stop herself from a little struggling, “Mmmmmppphhh!” She resisted, she knew that it was just a token effort and it might get her in more trouble but just for a fraction of a second to have some sort of power over her own destiny however fleeting it was a victory. At least that was what she told herself. The nurse pulled the leather over her back and did up a strap around the collar.
  Melissa tried to wiggle away like a caterpillar it was all she could do and for a change it proved to be surprisingly effective. The nurse was trying to force her into a small space if she didn’t co-operate with being folded up it was actually quite hard for the nurse to force her;
    “Stop struggling!” Shouted the nurse-a decidedly angry edge to her voice. She landed a powerful smack on Melissa’s bottom followed by another. 
    “Nnnnnnnmmmmmmpppphhhhh” Mellissa objected on many levels. The woman could hit hard even with the diaper and the thick leather she could feel the blows one after another. Melissa could only take shallow breaths with the tightness of her bondage she could only resist for so long before she collapsed.

  The nurse found that Melissa‘s resistance melted and she could get on with her job her patient wailed into her gag in distress and frustration, “Mmmmmmmmppppppphhhhh!” Mellissa found her legs tightly folded back inside the sack. Her heels pushed tightly against her bottom. Then the leather was pulled in place. Strangely her feet seemed to slip through a specially tailored hole, what the hell was the point of that to have her feet sticking out of this tight bondage sack? The nurse was back to her usual self the anger melting away;
    “There in you go your legs folded back nice and neat.”
  There were two heavy zippers one that would go from the collar of the garment along the line of the shoulder to the waist and a second that would go from just below the knee to the waist. The sack was fairly loose and the nurse had no real trouble getting both of them pulled in;
    “Let me just close this sack up tight for you.” The nurse pulled both zips in and locked the ends together with a tiny padlock. There was no way that any movement form Melissa would loosen the zips not that she could make much movement. Perhaps if she really exerted herself she could rock from side to side a few inches but no more.
    “Mmmmppph??” Melissa wondered what the hell was going on, the nurse seemed to be doing something with the sides of the sack but Mellissa had no idea? Was she somehow going to secure the hogtie sack down to the floor of the padded room? That would be rather redundant. There was a section of laces on the right hand side of the sack on the left hand side there was a number of eyelets where laces could go. The nurse produced a long nylon lace she slowly and meticulously started to lace the eyelets up starting just below Melissa’s right shoulder and eventually ending just above her folded knees.
  The nurse patted her on the head;
    “There you are zipped in all snug but guess what I have just started.” The nurse checked the laces on the right hand side of the sack, she ran her fingers along them and checked the laces along the left hand side of the sack feeling the texture the leather around her patient. It would soon be so tight that it would act as a second skin. Her fingers ran over Melissa’s toes, “Mmmmmppphhh” Her victim tensed up and the nurse noted that for entertainment to come.
  “Let me get the laces. There you go, nice and snug.” She started to tug on the right hand laces. It was fairly easy to tug on them, pull, create a little slack and pull again. Slowly, teasingly she started to get the leather to tightly mould to Melissa’s bound form. The nurse found it very therapeutic, very relaxing to put a patient into a tight bondage like this. Well it was relaxing for her, the feel of laces getting tighter and tighter the creak of the leather, the smell of a fine woman wrapped in fine leather so tight she couldn’t even squirm.

  Melissa could feel her prison slowly contracting around her it was a most unnerving sensation;     
    “Mmmmpppphhhhh” but there was very little that she could do about it other than lay there and experience the leather contract around her like some form of leathery python. 
  The nurse tied off the laces that she had been working on with a simple knot. She got up and moved around her patient. She sat down, making sure that the laces would not catch in the ends of the zipper. She stroked Melissa along the length of the leather sack;
    “Now for the other side-we need to keep you nice and neat.” The nurse continued her work, getting the leather to become tighter and tighter. The stress form the leather cocoon became more evenly distributed. Where it had been deformed to one side it began to form a uniform shape again. The laces slowly erased the zips making it seem like there was no seam, no place for a patient to enter the tight leather prison. She stroked the leather testing its tightness, the nurse was happy that the garment was neat and uniform tying off the second set of laces. 
  Another foggy memory started to resurface. Mellissa was running, was she running towards something or away from it, she was holding a lighter in her hand. Then the fireworks went off literally. She turned to look at the display as the box of fireworks went off, probably waking up everyone in a very wide area!   
  Why had she done it? She wanted to see fireworks but the shop had been shut so she just helped herself! She looked at her shoes, one was missing. Had she left it in the shop?

  For Melissa the restriction on her breathing had increased. Her whole body was being squeezed in a vice made from tight leather. She had no way to resist the crushing pressure, she just bit down on her gag and hoped that the nurse had no further torments or restraints to apply to her body! What more could she do? What more could she put her through? What more could Melissa endure before her body and her mind broke? 
  The nurse stood back admiring her work-all the effort it had taken to neatly package Melissa. The nurse grinned;
    “I think I can get those laces much tighter.” She bent down and with a few deft movements had the laces undone and began to pull on the left hand set. 
  She worked on one side of Melissa’s body she was sure that she could get at least a little more stress and reduce the gap considerably. It was a much harder fight on the second lacing to get any real movement on the laces but it was soon showing noticeable results as slowly bit by bit the leather sack started to deform to one side. The nurse tied the laces off in a complex knot, tucking them away, it would do for now. She moved to the other side of the sack, easily untying the temporary knot and went to work getting the leather tightened to compensate for her work on the other side. 
  Slowly, she got the laces just as tight. The leather creaked and formed a perfect uniform shape tightly encasing its prisoner. The nurse took a step back, carefully checked the sack. It seemed to be perfectly in place, one or two tweaks and it was up to her high standards. 
  She tied the final lace off in a complex and compact knot then carefully tucked the end of the laces into a little pouch in the side of the sack.

  Of course, for Melissa it was a different story. She felt the crushing pressure on her legs, arms torso and chest as the leather sack slowly contracted, crushing her;
    “Mmmppphh!” she protested into her gag at her ill treatment-not that it mattered one bit to her captor who simply continued to lace her prison more tightly closed. 
  Finally, when it seemed that it would never stop the nurse fidgeted with the laces and stopped tightening the restraints.
  She stroked her chin;
    “Now for the straps, are you crying into your hood?” The woman went to the bag and retrieved a set of five heavy brown leather straps, each had a rather complex and solid buckle. There were loops at strategic places along the hogtie sack-right, left, front and back. The nurse fed the belts into the loop on the right one at a time until all five were ready to go. 
  She rolled Melissa over onto her side, threading each belt through the front loop and the left side loop before rolling her back into place. She threaded the straps though the back loop then buckled them tightly. The straps were arranged so that there was one mid-thigh one below her bottom, one at her waist and one above and one below her breasts. 
  Melissa had thought that it couldn’t get any worse but she cried into her gag-it was horrible! How much redundant bondage was needed to punish one patient? The indignity of being handled like nothing more than a parcel to be wrapped was also getting to her. She was a person not a package to be wrapped up!   
  Was this institute full of dangerous mad women that needed to be restrained this tightly? Had they recruited their nursing staff from the attendees of a bondage convention and had what she had done while drunk been just that bad?
  The nurse tugged on one of the straps. Experimenting, she managed to get one finger after another under the leather until she had the best part of her hand jammed under the strap. She clicked her tongue;   
    “Now we just eliminate all the slack.” She started with the top strap, released it and tugged on it tightly getting it three notches tighter before fastening it. She methodically went through each strap pulling it just that bit tighter. Some, like the waist strap she only got one notch, others she was able to make considerably tighter.

  Of course Melissa could feel every single notch on the straps as they were tightened. She expelled a little breath on complaining, “Mmmppph…” then spent the rest of her efforts on making sure that she could just breath clearly as her chest was further crushed, her waist was squeezed and her legs were crushed by the final tightening of yet another redundant layer of restraint.
  The nurse was not quite finished yet. Melissa involuntarily flexed her toes, it was like an open invitation. The nurse grinned;
    “See this little strap? now your toes are strapped up, your completely immobilised!” 
  Of course she couldn’t see it but she could feel it. There was a very thin leather strap, it attached to a clip on the back of the hood then ran through two D rings on the back of the hogtie sack to the tip of Melissa’s toe cuffs another clip, a few pulls tightening it and she was barely able to twitch the last part of her body.
  The nurse got out her phone. She stood with one shoe on her charge’s bottom and took a selfie with a similar pose to a hunter standing over their latest trophy-the comparison was accurate. She gently ran her fingers up and down the soles of Melissa‘s feet “Mmmppphh?” Mellissa couldn’t help herself and giggled. The only part of her body relatively free from excruciating bondage was her feet and her soles were exposed-a perfect target, easy to reach but impossible for her to defend against any attack.
  Her torturer was having the time of her life, it was so tantalising to have a victim so sensitive, the way that Melissa was howling into her gag at every little touch of her sensitive feet how despite all the considerable layers of bondage she was able to make a visible struggle. The nurse lent in close to Melissa‘s head;
    “See this? You can be tickled so easily.” She continued to run her fingers over the soles of Mellissa’s feet over her toes between them Mellissa was helpless to resist as the tickling continued.
  She manically chewed on her gag;
    “Mmmpph!” Melissa panicked. She hated to be tickled, it invoked something she could not quite understand, but it was all too real. She panicked, she desperately resisted thrashing and struggling against her compact canvas and leather prison, screaming wailing and giggling into her gag but the slow deliberate tickling didn’t stop it just kept going driving her further and further into desperation.
  The nurse stroked a hand along her body, along her leather prison;
    “You can’t squirm away.” Her hands continued to tickle Mellissa’s sensitive soles again and again. She burst out into laughter manically giggling into the gag. The tickling was worse than anything else! She was not sure why but it was getting to her she couldn’t stop herself sobbing and giggling into her tight gag;
    “Mmmmpppph giggle mmmmppph gaggle mmpphh sob!” The nurse would concentrate on her left foot then her right then both of them it was terrible and inescapable. Seeing Melissa’s reaction to her tickling had an effect on the nurse, inspiring her to continue her torment of her helpless prisoner.
  She worked on Melissa‘s arches with her thumbs tickling around them in circles she leaned in close to Melissa‘s hooded head;
    “You must be happy-I can hear you laugh!” 
  Melissa continued to howl into her gag, desperate to do anything to stop the tickling. She was sure that the nurse was enjoying herself extremely. It was pure hell for Melissa, muted desperate cries spilling from her lips intermingled with the manic giggling;
    “Giggle Mmmpph giggle mmpph!” 

  The nurse continued to mercilessly tickle her with mock tones of sympathy. She continued to torment her;
    “What’s that your begging for something through your gag?” 
  Thoughts raced through the patient’s head, ‘God please stop, anything, mercy please!’ All that spilled from her lips were inaudible muffled cries, “Mmmmppphh giggle mmmppph giggle mmmmppphhh! Mmmppphh mmmmmppphh!” The nurse tickled her faster and faster until her fingers were practically a blur dancing over the soles of her feet.
  Melissa could remember another fragment of the night. She didn’t remember how she got there but she was sitting in a crane at a construction site, she had a hard hat on but it was backwards. She was wearing an orange vest but it seemed to be on back to front and her dress was torn and muddy. 
  Somehow she had found the keys to the crane, now she just needed to work out which lever to pull. She yanked something and the crane whirred into life. She screamed like a giddy school girl as the crane went around and around faster and faster. There was a burning smell and some sort of grinding sound then a loud snap and she could smell smoke. Slowly the crane stopped. She looked around-now maybe she could find the keys to one of the bulldozers?
  The nurse started to slow it down giving Melissa a chance to get her breath back before she blacked out from hyperventilation. She leaned in close while continuing to caress her sensitive toes slowly;
    “Let me guess you must want to be tickled some more?” Melissa was certain that the nurse understood her to a degree. She attempted to shake her head to answer no but every bit of movement was denied to her every single syllable was muffled to the point it was incoherent. The nurse grinned wickedly, her fingers dug into the soles of Melissa’s poor feet, “Well if you insist…” She started to move her fingers around Melissa’s big toes, around the perimeter of her feet. It was an unrelenting torment for poor the patient. Her gag contained her protests and grief;
    “Mmmppph, mmpph!” The straps and layers of canvas, rubber and leather easily contained every twitch of her muscles and tug of her sinew.
  Cheerfully, her attendant told Melissa;
    “I have four more hours on my shift!” Melissa couldn’t stand four more minutes of this let alone four more hours, it would literally drive her mad!
  The nurse had to be bluffing, there had to be something else for her to do in this institution rather than for the woman to continue to indulge her sadistic fantasies of dominating and controlling the patients? Still, the nurse seemed to have spent so much time with Melissa already that she had to guess that the nurse was accurate in her statement. There must be a large number of staff or very few patients for this to happen. Slowly, Melissa focussed. There had been a report a few weeks ago-a hospital being reopened. It must still be half empty without other patients to occupy the staff’s time. 
  Melissa disliked the idea, hating a small part of herself but she was wishing for more women to fall into this evil institution’s clutches so that this nurse would simply not have enough time to torment her if she was busy with other patients!
  She tried to convey her thoughts on the matter to the nurse;
    “Mmmmmppphhh, mmmppphh mmmmppphhh?” if the nurse could not exactly understand the words she certainly understood the sentiment and responded with a sarcastic reply while continuing to mercilessly tickle-torment her patient;
    “Don’t worry, I have nothing else to do-okay?”

  Oh god she needed this to stop, she needed this damn mad woman to stop tormenting her poor feet!   
    “Mmmmmmmppphhhh giggle mmmmppphh giggle mmmmpphhh!” The nurse grinned;
    “You want it to go on longer?” Melissa tried to shake her head, NO, to object vocally but the collar was so dam tight and the gag was inflated beyond the point where she could convey any useful meaning. Not that she had any delusion that the nurse would have paid the slightest bit of attention to her if she could communicate she still had to try to make some effort of resistance.
  The nurse looked thoughtful for a second or two as she slowed down the pace of Melissa’s torment, contemplatively running one fingertip around her arches in a figure of eight pattern, “Nmph sob mmmmmpppphhh giggle mmmmppphh giggle mmmmppphh.” She grinned and stopped for a fraction of a second, leaning forward, close so that Mellissa could hear her through the hood putting one hand under her chin;
    “Okay, I will tell all my friends the other nurses just how ticklish you are.” Melissa couldn’t believe it! This was bad enough, the thought of one sadistic nurse playing with her during her free time but the thought of several sadistic bitches having her at their mercy? The tickling began again and Melissa started to squeal, “Mmmpph, mmmpph!”-She part cackled and sobbed.
  The nurse stroked her prey a little more as if she was caressing a lover;
    “I am sure that they can accommodate you.” Melissa was tickled further eliciting a response to the nurse’s comments. She was a puppet and the nurse could easily pull her strings, “Mmmmpph giggle mmmppph mmph giggle.”

  The assault physically and psychologically continued;
    “Do you like being tied up like this?” The nurse casually stroked the side of the tight leather cocoon as she tickled away on poor Melissa’s feet. The tickle torture was sending her mad but she had no way to escape she could only lie there in a tightly wrapped little bundle and endure more and more torment. “Nmmpphh nmmph giggle mmmmmmpppppphhhh giggle!” She didn’t like being tied up like this, she didn’t like being tied up at all however she was sure that her real opinion had zero weight against whatever was going on in the nurse’s head, she was sure that she would remain bound.
  Melissa suddenly remembered the ending of the evening. She seemed to be in a police car. She was in the driver’s seat and was wearing a police officer’s hat, driving it. There were two police officers running behind her to catch up. She looked left and right. Suddenly, there was a fountain in front of her it seemed to grow closer and closer. The airbag hit her in the face and everything was white. The police officer was dragging her out of the car. The woman looked pissed off it looked like someone had hit her in the face with a pie it was smeared all over her she had a taser in her hand and Mellissa remembered nothing else, perhaps she did belong in here after all!

  The nurse continued to work on tormenting her;
    “Are you really sure you want to be kept wrapped up?” She ran her fingers over Melissa’s toes, over the soles of her feet and over the arches-it didn’t stop. Desperately Melissa tried to move her toes out of the way, tried to find some way to contort her feet to reduce or defend against this onslaught but with the combination of the toe cuffs anchored to the back of the hood, the straps around her ankles and the thin tight strap cutting between the arches of her feet, she could only twitch a little she could barely move them at all and by God she wanted to! Anything and she meant literally anything to get away from this insidious torment…
  She tried to answer, no, tried to convey that she would do just about anything to be released from this tight little package, from the constant tickling;
    “Nmmmpphh giggle sob sob mmmmpphh!!” Melissa was at the point if she could still carry out a reasonable conversation she would agree to be bound up like this in the tight unyielding bondage and endure it permanently if only the nurse would stop tickling her! Now she was so desperate for the nurse to stop tickling her!
  The nurse grinned, running her right hand over Melissa‘s bound body while she continued to tickle her with her left hand;
    “OK if you insist.” Melissa started to panic again her muscles spasmed and contracted, her heart pumped, she needed to escape. It was not fair! She could feel her heart beat loud and strong in her head her muscles flexed but she still remained welded to the spot with only her constant tormenter for company “Mmmpph giggle mmppph!!!?”

  The nurse stopped the tickling assault for a few precious moments. She stood up and slowly walked to the door of the cell. She went outside and returned with a clipboard, looking through the patient notes for Melissa it detailed restraints for provisional analysis airway gag waist belt and ankle shackles as well as diaper. She started to use an ink rubber to remove certain bits and pieces from the notes a little later she would update the electronic copy;
    “I will just add to the patient notes that you are to be kept like this, they left that section blank. Let’s see-hood, collar check. Sheath, hogtie-sack check.” She pulled out a blue pen and changed the duration of restraint to indefinite committal added the hood, earplugs, collar, jacket, leg-binder and hogtie-sack as critical security measures to contain a dangerous patient. The nurse walked about, out of the cell and replaced the clipboard outside with the rest of the information.
  Returning, her right hand found Melissa’s feet and continued to tickle. Her left hand gripped her under the chin and she licked the rubber hood sensuously, her body pressed against her helpless patient;  
    “Mmmmppphhhh Giggle giggle mmmppphhhh giggle giggle MMMMMPPPHHH!” The nurse wrapped her long, strong legs around her body and clamped tightly to her all the while tickling away. She caressed her, kissing her on the head;
    “Yes, you’re going to stay nice and tight clinched up like this all the time!”

  Melissa would be driven mad;
    “MMMPPPHHH!!!! Giggle sob sob giggle mmppph whimper!!” 
  The future didn’t look good for Mellissa. She had now become the private plaything of a particularly sadistic nurse. She was sure that her immediate future involved being tickled until she went completely and utterly stark raving mad from the unrelenting sensations! Still, ironically she was in the perfect place. She thought, ‘Welcome to the asylum. If you’re not mad when you get in you soon will be…’