THE JOB INTERVIEW

Susan and Georgina had been friends since college, they had belonged to the same clubs gone to the same bars. They had pursued different careers, Georgina was a six foot blond bombshell. She had left college with a computing degree found that every one had them, a lot of graduates on similar courses and had not found work. She had switched to being a product model for catalogues, it was money not good money but it paid the rent. Susan on the other hand had left College with a degree in chemistry she had began to work for Med Tech, a wholely owned subsidiary of the sunny views corporation. Susan had invited her to her office to be the model for a new product she was developing.

Georgina eye’s followed Susan’s shapely legs across the office, she was bisexual and single. Susan was formal prim, but so very pretty she had developed a haughty atmosphere she was used to taking no guff from anyone. Georgina’s attention was focused on Susan’s shapely rear, she imagined running her hands over the skin tight leather skirt that fitted Susan like a glove. Georgina wasn’t listening to her friends monologue about the take over of a company called Automated Packaging Processes Incorporated, by med tech’s parent company. Georgina was focused on Susan’s black hosiery that seemed to connect the leather and her 4 inch high black patent pumps with little ankle straps. Georgina had not listened to the description of the product she was going to model or how she was meant to demonstrate it.

Nervously Georgina interrupted “could you repeat that again”? "Don't worry about a thing its just three months" Susan replied. Georgina looked at her some words forming that just registered “Are you saying I am going to work solid for three Months?".  Georgina asked, wondering why she was so concerned about it. Susan’s tone hardened. "You'll soon learn not to question me like that.  There will be little, if any contact with anyone else for a while. I must ensure that any competitors lean nothing of our new product line".

Georgina stopped for a second Bashfully, Georgina realised that she had been caught staring at Susan’s breasts, "And what would that be?". Susan answered “let me show you.” Susan went over to a desk and pulled a small box out, from out of the box she removed what looked like a giant babies pacifier, Susan held it up. “This is only a demonstration model” Susan showed it to Georgina, there was a large metal ring around the base of a rubbery pacifier. Looking at it the pacifier would fill Georgina’s whole mouth uncomfortably there was a pinks strap either side of the pacifier. Susan held the pacifier up to Georgina’s lips. Georgina thought it was a joke of some sort the real product to arrive later. The moment the pacifier touched Georgina’s lips she felt a desire to suck it something was stimulating a basic oral compulsion, there was a chemical taste in her mouth. Susan smiled Georgina sucked the gag into her own mouth she manoeuvred the ring between her teeth spreading her jaw wide. Georgina’s hands dropped to her sides she found her body tranquil.

Susan laid one hand on Georgina’s face she moved Georgina’s hair out of the way and buckled the strap from the gag tightly behind Georgina’s neck. Georgina could see out of her own eyes but her body was not obeying her, she was terrified but had no way to express it, Georgina stood there like a manikin sucking on the dummy. Susan explained “The Pacifier is treated with two powerful chemicals of my own design, the first creates an overwhelming oral compulsion to suck on the gag ensuring that the second chemical is also delivered. A powerful psychotropic drug that pacifies someone so that they are completely placid there body and almost all of there mind inactive”. Susan smiled “I am going to demonstrate on you how incredibly effective this drug is. I will use you to help market this drug and then I will keep you as my own personal pet. Georgina screamed inside her own head she had wanted Susan but not in this way.

Susan Began to strip Georgina of her clothes she undid the buttons on Georgina’s jacket one by one. Susan stopped about halfway down she ran her hand over Georgina’s round ass “That sexy ass of yours belongs to me now, its mine to do with as I like”. Susan undid the rest of the buttons from Georgina’s jacket then eased it off of her compliant toy’s shoulders. Susan folded the  jacket neatly and placed it on a table.  Susan pulled the hem of Georgina’s blouse out of her skirt she slowly undid the buttons about a third of the way down Georgina’s front. Susan gave Georgina’s large right breast a squeeze through the fabric, “these enormous tits of yours are mine ,they belong to me you are never going to hide them again , I am going to play with them every day and you have no say in it”. Susan unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and neatly folded it up on top of the jacket.

Susan reached behind Georgina running her fingers over Georgina’s butt, she unbuttoned and unzipped Georgina’s skirt worked it over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Susan bent down and moved Georgina’s feet out of the way, rubbing her hand along Georgina’s legs , “your sexy legs belong to me, so long and strong soon there going to be wrapped up in some nice tight restraints”. Susan picked up Georgina’s skirt folded it up and laid it on top of her blouse. Susan reached behind Georgina and unfastened her bra she took the opportunity to lick a line across the top of Georgina’s massive breasts, Georgina didn’t even flinch. A quiet voice in the back of Georgina’s head whimpered “no no this cant be happening”. Susan pulled off Georgina’s bra, her breasts were really firm they only dropped a 1/2 inch without the bra’s support. Susan stroked Georgina between her thighs then grasped the hem of Georgina’s silk thong underwear and pulled it down. Susan bent down and un strapped Georgina’s 3 ½ inch heels, Georgina placidly stepped out of them when Susan gave her feet a gentle shove. Susan reached up and grasped Georgina’s stocking tops, she pulled them down slowly enjoying the feel of Georgina’s legs.

Susan went to a draw she removed a box, inside the box was a pink circle of reinforced leather and steel. Susan approached Georgina she opened up the contraption, it was a pink waist clincher with 3 buckles at the rear. Susan smiled and gently worked the garment in place “you just have to wear this little number for me now, it is utterly merciless and you cant do a thing about it, I know you are in there somewhere listening to me but believe me all hope is lost”. Susan threaded the top buckle and gave it a good hard pull, the gap between the two halves of the waist clincher was 3 inches. Susan did up the other two straps Georgina began to breath a little faster as her lung capacity was reduced. Susan worked all the straps tight buckle by buckle inch by in until there was only a 1 inch gap between the two halves. Susan took a break she ran her hands over Georgina’s body enjoying how the waist clincher contorted her pets form. Susan gave every strap another pull until they were all completely done up, there was no gap between the two halves of the waist clincher. It was dramatically effective leaving Georgina looking like a Barbie doll with hips and breasts emphasised by her tightly clinched waist. Susan took a step back to admire her work. 

Susan went back to the draw, she removed two lengths of pink ribbon and a bonnet. She turned to Georgina “every night I fantasised about how I would restrain that lovely body of yours, it has to be ever so tightly restrained as my chemical only works for about three hours, but that is more than enough time to package you up my little doll”. Susan put Georgina’s hair in pig tails then tied them in place with the pink ribbons. The bonnet was pink rubber with a frill on the edge, it had a strap that would run under Georgina’s chin. Carefully Susan pulled the bonnet over Georgina’s head, she passed the straps through loops on the side of the pacifier strap, Susan fastened the buckle tested the position of the bonnet then refastened the rubber strap to make sure it was snug.

Susan returned to the set of draws, she removed a large heavy box. Susan slowly carefully removed the contents it was some form of garment, Susan shook it out she held it up against Georgina. It was a straight jacket, a modified poesy dyed pink with little red hearts all over it . The waist was small the jacket had been cut down dramatically to accept Georgina’s clinched waist, the shape would make conventional means of escape most impractical. There were pink frills at the neck and waist, they did not cover any thing there were two crotch straps , Georgina would receive no modesty from this garment. Susan easily worked Georgina’s right arm into the straight jacket she carefully balanced the jacket while working Georgina’s left arm into the snug garment. Susan carefully held the jacket while she moved behind Georgina. Susan gripped the top of the jacket shook it a few times so everything lined up then gave the jacket a good pull to get it firmly over her play things shoulders.

The front of the jacket had been heavily modified, over Georgina’s breasts an oval had been cut out. The material had been replaced with a panel of transparent pink tinted rip stop nylon, it tightly embraced Georgina’s breasts. The rip stop nylon was almost as tough as the canvas and was triple stitched to the jacket it was tight secure and showed every square inch of Georgina’s impressive bust. Susan slowly drew seven straps tightly closed at the rear of the jacket, she started at the top and worked down. Susan got a good sniff of Georgina’s hair, the sent of canvas and rubber was turning her on. Georgina made sure that the jacket was closed as tightly as possible . Each  canvas strap was passed thorough the  buckle then back again and through a loop to keep it neatly out of the way. Susan stopped for a moment she retrieved 7 short pieces of wire and a pair of pliers. She wove the wire through the buckles then twisted it and fed the ends back inside the buckle there was no way that any one could get the buckles open without a pair of wire cutters they were thoroughly sealed.

Susan left Georgina for a second she wheeled over a chair put on a pair of rubber gloves and got a few other items. Susan worked a depilatory cream into Georgina’s pubic hair it began to work fast. In the back of her mind Georgina felt the burning sensation, but could not react. Susan quickly took a sponge and some water she cleaned up Georgina’s crotch leaving it completely hairless, the cream was strong and would kill the roots of the hair it would be six months before she would have to apply the same treatment. The twin crotch straps were made of rubber Susan applied them tightly so that they cut deeply into Georgina’s flesh. At her rear the rubber cut tightly into her butt cheeks tightly pushing them up making her ass look larger giving Georgina a bubble butt. Susan got rid of the gloves she retrieved the pliers and more wire, she fed wire through the buckles and secured them the same way as the back straps. 

Susan moved Georgina’s arms in front of her through a pink centre loop. Susan gave the jacket arms a further tug and carefully threaded them through pink side loops. Susan leaned into Georgina bracing her body against hers, she pulled the straps as tight as she could Georgina shook like a rag doll with the force. With every millimetre of slack removed from the jacket Susan finally sealed the buckle with wire. The jacket was inescapable, it was also impossible to release the buckles that held it closed without cutting tools.

Susan indulged in her fantasies she had meticulously planned every aspect of Georgina’s outfit. She recovered from the desk a pair of Pink rubber stockings and some Four 1/2 inch baby doll heels with locking straps. Susan had put talc on the inside of the stockings, it was easy to work them up over Georgina’s legs she just had to brace herself against the woman and pull. Soon Susan had both pink stocking in place they clung tightly to Georgina’s pretty little toes and calves. There were clips at the top of the stockings Susan attached them to the main body of the straight jacket with two little gold hart shaped padlocks. Susan forced Georgina into the shoes they were tight and high but her victim could not complain. The buckles on the shoes locked with two more heart shaped padlocks. The shoes sculpted Georgina’s legs, her calves and ass were very taunt. Susan could not resist she had to spent a minute fondling Georgina’s ass “That tight little ass is all mine oh what games I am going to play with it”.

Susan went back to the draws she removed a pink adult diaper, a pair of pink rubber pants a strange looking enema plug and a catheter and a mat. Susan laid out the mat, she guided Georgina to the floor laying on her back over the matt. Susan lubricated the butt plug then forced it deep into Georgina’s rear. Susan turned the handle once, “every day I am going to turn this handle, this makes the plugs diameter 4 mm wider, eventually I am going to stretch your muscles past the point where they can recover you are going to spend the rest of your life with a giant plug up your ass or wearing diapers”. Susan fitted the catheter into Georgina’s urethra the catheter only had a short tube, then Susan connected The end of the catheter to the butt plug, “every time you pee yourself you are going to give yourself an enema“. Susan applied some talc to Georgians crotch then tightly fitted the diaper. Susan sealed the fastenings on the diaper, then worked the incredibly tight rubber pants over Georgina’s ankles up her legs then tightly over her crotch. Susan helped Georgina to stand then packed away all the odds and ends. Georgina was gently lead through the deserted building till she came to Susan’s private lab. 

Past a hidden door then past a heavily locked door Susan had her play area set up to receive Georgiana. The room was pink there was a high chair with some solid restraints it was designed to accommodate a woman without arms a force feeding set up was attached to the chair. There was also a changing table also with some solid restraints, as well as the restraints a heavy duty enema machine was built into the table. There was a play pen also adorned with restraints , Georgina could be kept on a short leash. There was a storage box locked shut it contained all sorts of canes paddles discipline hoods and other useful items, all in pink. There was a rocking horse that was pink built on a heavy frame and contained a sex machine, finally there was a cot. Everything was pink and intimidating. Susan pushed Georgina down onto a pink rubber mattress inside the cot. There were a ridicules number or rubber straps built into the mattress. Susan applied a 3 inch thick waist strap then a two inch thick crotch strap that attached to the waist strap. Susan applied 2 inch rubber straps at the top of Georgiana’s thighs at mid thigh. She wrapped 2 inch straps above and below her knees , she added straps over Georgina’s ankle over the toes of her shoes at the beginning of her calf. There was a rubber pillow below Georgina’s head built into the cot. Three inch straps sealed Georgina’s chest down above and below her breasts. A two inch strap was run over Georgina’s neck , there was more rubber straps to be seen than Georgina. Susan completed the restraint with a simple rubber blind fold she put over Georgina’s eyes. Susan bent down and deeply inhaled the sent or rubber and helpless femininity.

Susan gently worked the massive pacifier out of Georgina’s lips still leaving the ring gag embedded between her teeth. Georgina was still under and still mindlessly sucking away at nothing. Susan removed her heels her skirt and her panties she then climbed into the cot. Susan positioned her crotch over Georgina’s head, she was going to use the pacified Georgina as a sex toy. five minutes later Georgina had brought Susan to screaming orgasm Susan would do this every night several times but she had other details to prepare. Susan wheeled a large tank of water over to the cot she attached a tube with a pacifier shaped nozzle on it and forced it thought the ring gag. Susan smiled “This is water mixed with a high ceiling loop diuretic, you are going to be constantly peeing and we know where that is going”. Susan raised the tank off the floor with a leaver then released the clamp over the tube a slow steady stream of water began to reach Georgina’s mouth. Susan walked out leaving a night light on.

Slowly the chemicals began to were off leaving Georgina in her restraints, it reached three hours suddenly Georgina was back in her own body. She was still in the nightmare she was in utter agony her body was cramping she was crushed squashed into the jacket and her insides wanted out, but there was no escape every thing was sealed shut or worse. She could feel everything her former friend had done to her she burned with shame and struggled manically against her restraints. The restraints did not budge an inch. If Georgina had been the finalist of miss universe she still would not have had the body strength to free herself, she was completely trapped. Susan could turn her into a puppet any time she liked or let her wake up and torment her as she was now, Susan cried herself to an exhausted sleep she would be doing that a lot from now on.

	
THE JOB INTERVIEW 2

Debbie was fresh out of college, that is she was freshly booted out of college for getting only 34 % in her assignments and tests when she needed 40% to pass into the next year. Times were tough and with the economy she needed work. She had applied to work for a company called Med Tech, in there Quality assurance department Debbie was under no illusion she knew she would probably be stuck making everyone coffee and doing filing for years to come. Debbie had debts to pay and no way to pay them, The man in charge of the department Eddie had been leering at her. If her body could get her a job Debbie was not above exploiting it. For the second interview Debbie had worn her shortest skirt, it came closer to qualifying as a belt than a skirt. Debbie had worn her highest strappy heels that arched her foot and put practically all her weight on her toes. Debbie had selected a fresh pair of tight shiny pantyhose. She wore a matching frilly red push up bra and thong set. Her top was scandalously un-buttoned showing a lot of cleavage and the frilly edge of her bra, Debbie had a sexy pout on her lips and her hair done up in a tight pony tail, she was dead sure she would get through the second round of the job interviews.

Debbie sat in the waiting room idly looking at the magazines, the secretary gave Debbie a call. Debbie walked into the meeting room that was used for the interviews. Debbie did a double take, it was not Eddie but a woman her name tag said Susan. Debbie suddenly doubted she would get this job she, looked like a wet dream version of  a secretary she was not going to impress a female boss. “What happened to Eddie” Susan answered the question “he was transferred to APPI to oversee there quality assurance department”. Debbie stammered “look I know it looks bad I look like a” she paused for a second “but I need this job” Susan looked her up and down “you don’t look to bad in fact you look just fine to me”. Debbie blushed now instead of having to fend off Eddie’s advances she would be fending off Susan.

Susan looked Debbie straight in the eye, “I know you have no job experience, relevant or otherwise you have been to school then to college. We do not need people with degrees in materials technology or production processes or statistical break down . We already have those types of people. What we do need is hands on people, people willing to get there hands a bit dirty, and if you have no experience that means you are more likely to come up with new uses and new approaches.” Debbie looked a little relieved she had the barest glimmer of hope on her horizon. Susan looked at her thoughtfully “how would you like to participate in a little hands on testing, call it the practical part of this job interview”. Debbie sat there nodding not knowing what she was agreeing to. Susan slid a sheet of paper towards Debbie “just for health and safety purposes please sign this”. Naively Debbie didn’t read the document she just signed it. The piece of paperwork disappeared back into the file on the desk. Susan lead Debbie out of the room and down the corridor.

They moved past a water cooler, there was a room labelled “test room“. Debbie gasped when she got inside the test room. It was a padded room like a cell out of a lunatic asylum. Susan explained “The watch word at the moment for our products in patient proof, we have a scale of 0 to 3 some thing at 0 is easily broken by a patient something at 3 is practically indestructible”. Debbie spoke up “what sort of things would I be testing”. Susan smiled “we test absolutely anything that would come into contact with a patient”. Susan looked proud “my older sister Michelle is a senior nurse at the sunny views asylum she always has a lot of recommendations, she always said give them the bad news first if they can cope then there ok, so you can try out one of the straight jackets we manufacture. If you can handle that then there isn’t much else”. Debbie was very very nervous she did want the job, but to be bundled up in a straight jacket as some sort of company hazing she wasn’t sure. Finally Debbie nodded an affirmative, she held out her hands. Susan looked at Debbie she smiled “good but lose the shoes and the skirt they would just get in the way”. Slowly balancing on the padded floor Debbie bent down and un-strapped her shoes, it felt so good to kick them off and be free of the uncomfortable pointy footwear. Debbie’s skirt quickly followed her shoes into a little pile in the corner.

Susan held up the straight jacket, Debbie walked forwards into the canvas, Susan shook the garment a few times to get it all the way up Debbie‘s arms. Susan held the jacket in place with her right hand. Slowly Susan walked behind Debbie while keeping the garment in place with one hand. Susan buckled the top strap tightly, she moved down the back of the jacket tightly securing every single buckle along the back of the jacket then folding the straps back on themselves to keep them in place. Susan moved Debbie‘s hair out of the way then buckled the high collar on the jacket tightly in place, a small gulp passed Debbie’s lips as she felt the strap contort firmly round her pretty neck. Susan reached between Debbie’s legs, in the process rubbing her hand across Debbie’s nylon encased ass. Aggressively Susan tightened the crotch strap so that it was embracing all of Debbie’s most intimate places. Debbie stood there like a doll as Susan passed her arms through the front and side loops. After Susan threaded the final buckle she got a good grip on the strap then pulled and pulled and pulled some more. When Debbie did not have an inch of slack on her arms, Susan secured the final buckle. Susan meticulously checked every strap, Debbie was not going any where. 

Susan spun Debbie around admiring her tightly straight jacketed form. “So how dose it feel” Susan enquired, “its strange I don’t have a lot of movement in my arms , you take your arms for granted. I mean I can speak, listen, walk , run and jump without arms but I cant open that door”. Susan smiled “are you learning about your job hear”? Debbie though for a moment , she tried to struggle against the jacket pulling her arms up only pulled the crotch strap tighter. Pulling her arms down made the collar uncomfortably tight, pulling left or right because of the side loops made it almost pointless she had no movement. Debbie looked puzzled “I cant do any thing in the jacket its to small to tight and to well built”. Susan smiled “that’s the point you are not hear to escape but to see how the items such as the jacket can be lived in, what effect they have on the woman inside them. I will leave you for 20 minutes to explore this little cell, try to get out if you can though that is impossible, try to see how a longer time in the jacket would effect you”. Susan picked up Debbie’s heels, skirt and walked out slamming the door behind her. 

Debbie looked around her she tried to imagine seeing the same four walls and ceiling for an extended period of time, hours days weeks months or even years, a shiver travelled down the back of her spine. Debbie paced the cell getting a feel of what it would be like if this was the limit of your world, she had about four paces by about 5 it was really small if you thought about it. Debbie sat down in one corner she imagined being bound unable to stand all she could do was sit there looking at the ceiling. Debbie gave the jacket another test, just confirming how securely it had been applied. Debbie gave the jacket a really good test struggling as hard as she could, with all her struggling she got a few inches out of the restraint, but she would have no release unless someone chose to undo the straight jacket. It had been about twenty minutes Debbie let out a sigh of relief as the door was opened and Susan walked in.

Susan was carrying four straps, she had lost her own high heels, she dropped the straps on the floor. Debbie stood up a little shakily and turned round, she eagerly expected release. Susan walked over to her and grasped the arm strap, “my my Debbie you managed to get a little slack in the jacket and the crotch strap I will presently correct that”. Instead of releasing Debbie Susan tightened the arm straps considerably then moved on to the crotch strap. Debbie let out an outraged gasp as the crotch strap was firmly tightened. Debbie blurted out “what do you think your doing the jacket‘s way to tight already, how long are you planning on keeping me in this thing”. Susan turned Debbie round and put her finger to Debbie’s lips, “shush, the point of this little exercise is that you don’t know how long you are going to be in the restraint, do you want to leave the recruitment process now or do you want to continue”. Debbie hung her head, Susan took that as a confirmation to continue.

Susan guided Debbie to the floor letting her lay diagonally across the cell. Susan bent down and recovered the bundle of straps. Susan scooped up Debbie’s ankles and wrapped a strap twice around them. Debbie looked a little nervous as Susan yanked the strap tight, “hey that hurt its to tight” she complained. Susan smiled “it has to be tight regulations say we apply all restraints tightly to stop escape”. Susan moved up Debbie’s legs a second strap was buckled tightly into the flesh below her knees a third strap was buckled tightly above Debbie’s knees. “Hey this is overkill its to tight, I couldn’t move my legs much after the first strap, you don’t have to lash me down as if a storm is going to blow me away”. Susan ignored Debbie’s protests she fitted the fourth and final strap around Debbie’s legs at mid thigh, Susan made certain it was tight then stood back to admire her handy work.

The straps dug in firmly around nylon covered flesh, the white canvas made a pleasant contrast to the silky black nylon hosiery. Susan greatly appreciated the effect it had on Debbie, Debbie had yet to warm to her latest layer of restraint. Susan smiled “please describe how secure the straps are”. Debbie hesitated she tried to move her legs independently she could get no perceivable movement they were firmly pinioned together. Debbie was able to flex her legs and move her knees and hips but she had very little movement left. “Its very secure, I am quite scared is that what your trying to show or are you just trying to show me whose boss?” Susan smiled like an alligator “we are getting there, this is what is described as a level one restraint there are level 2 and level 3 restraints. The places we sell straight jackets and restraints to keep most of there patients in this type of restraint almost 24 hours a day”. Debbie gasped at the mental image of being stuck like this for that period of time. “I will see you in one hours time” Susan left and shut the door.

Debbie was getting very scared, she didn’t know if she could handle much more. The worse part of it was that Debbie didn’t know how long it was going to take, would she be released in an hours time or would Susan just add more restraints. Debbie wondered was there really a job had she just fallen for some sort of complex trick, was a camera crew going to burst into the room and tell her it had all been a joke. Debbie continued to dwell on the possibilities had Susan taken a dislike to her, because she had dressed like a complete slut to get the job, was this some form of pay back. Debbie continued to wonder worst of all was Susan a psycho who had decided to take Debbie as some form of pet or toy. The possibilities and doubt began to rumble about in Susan’s head.

After one hour the door to the cell opened , Debbie breathed a sigh of relief it was definitely over, she was not going to be held in these tight restraints any longer. “please hurry let me go” Debbie enthusiastically squeaked. Debbie’s enthusiasm quickly evaporated, Susan held two bundles of canvas folded over her right arm and a big red ball with straps in her left arm. Debbie tried to move back but the restraints held her in place. Susan smiled like a shark “I have a full set of level 2 restraints, a nice tight transport jacket to go over your tight little straight jacket. I have an ankle length leg binder to properly restrain those legs of yours and last but by no means least a nice big fat head harness ball gag to muffle any whimpering protests from between your sexy lips”. Debbie was in shock as Susan advanced on her, Susan dropped the canvas leg binder next to Debbie’s legs and the transport jacket next to that.  Debbie began to vocalise her final protest to late as the words formed on her lips the ball gag was wedged between them. 

The ball gag was made of shiny red rubber it was 2 ½ inches in diameter and filled Debbie’s mouth completely. The ball fitted snugly between Debbie’s teeth the main strap was wide and cut into the sides of Debbie’s mouth, she found herself drooling uncontrollably. A strap passed under Debbie’s jaw it was thick and wide and when tightly buckled encouraged Debbie to bite down hard on the ball. A strap shaped like a Y climbed over Debbie’s nose over her head and met the main strap behind her head, it seamed to serve no practical purpose it was more physiological hammering home the tightness of the restraints. Two more straps fed from behind Debbie’s jaw to meat behind her neck the whole lot were very tight and complete overkill.

Susan released the top strap over Debbie’s thighs. Then Susan laid the transport jacket over the top of the original jacket. Susan pushed the crotch strap between Debbie’s thighs so that it poked out between them. Then Susan refastened the top strap over Debbie’s thighs it was a little tighter one or two notches. Susan carefully checked out the position of the jacket over Debbie’s form, then rolled Debbie onto her front allowing Susan to get at the back of the jacket to tighten up the straps. The transport jacket had no sleeves it was designed to add security to a prisoner by further restraining there arms in conjunction with other restraints. Susan did up the top strap then she firmly placed her knee in the small of Susan’s back and used it as leverage to draw all the straps as tight as humanly possible. The crotch strap was also tightened this way but it added little to the tightness of the garment as the original crotch strap was still in place and still very tight. Debbie found it hard to breath with Susan’s weight on top of her. Susan only kept Debbie in this position for a little while before rolling her back to her original position she had to look after her employees after all.

Susan laid the canvas hobble skirt over the top of Debbie’s legs it would also cover the bottom of the transport jacket. Susan made sure that the canvas was open and everything was neatly in place over Debbie’s form. Susan again rolled Debbie onto her front, allowing her to get at the fastenings on the canvas leg binder. The cone of tight canvas quickly began to form around its prisoner further restraining Debbie. Susan did up the top straps then moved down slowly watching Debbie’s nylon encased legs disappear in a canvas embrace,  drawing all 18 straps as tight as humanly possible. Debbie found it very hard to move her legs, the layer of canvas was very tight and stiff she could wiggle her  toes and that was it. Susan rolled Debbie back into position then took a few steps back to look at her victim. The canvas covered every part of Debbie’s body except her feet and head. As thick as the tight canvas was it still suggested every curve Debbie possessed. Susan smiled and waved “see you in two hours”, the door slammed and Debbie was alone.

Debbie was getting frantic she panicked and struggled profusely, she could barely move an inch from the spot her bindings were that tight. Debbie didn’t know if she could handle any more. The same thoughts began to move around inside her head only far worse. How long it was going to take, would she be released today tomorrow or next week? Had her wardrobe done this to her, those sexy painful shoes and that non existent skirt, was she paying for some fashion disaster. would Susan’s dislike be that strong, was she a challenge to her?  Debbie still hoped she had fallen for a trick and there was a camera crew in the next room. That it was part of a hidden camera show, that she could watch it later and laugh. Debbie continued to wonder worst of all was Susan a slave trader, did such a thing exist, just a flight of fancy she hoped. Was she going to be sold at auction or would she be taken as a toy pre-ordered for some perverts pleasure. The possibilities churned through Susan’s head getting worse and more elaborate with each minute.

After another two hours Debbie still had a vague hope it was a joke or an elaborate hazing ritual for new staff. Debbie’s hope quickly evaporated moments after the door opened, Susan returned with two bundles of canvas a very small one and a very large one. Debbie watched as Susan dropped the main bundle of canvas, Susan carefully opened up the little bundle of canvas, it was a tight little hood. Debbie panicked and trashed for all she was worth. Susan got nearer to Debbie she held the hood open her arms out. Debbie tried to will the approaching vision away, it had to be a dream a mistake anything but the hood. The last thing Debbie would see for quite some time was the inside of the canvas hood as it was fitted over her face. Susan rolled Debbie onto her side and propped her in place with one knee. Susan tightly pulled the laces shut the canvas, the hood only had two tiny holes for Debbie’s nostrils. Susan tied off the laces and rolled Debbie back into place

Susan laid out the full body binder next to Debbie’s already encased form. The binder would be very tight, it would go from the tips of her toes to just over the collar of the hood. Susan fed Debbie’s toes and feet into the restraint she laid the boy of it over Debbie then carefully turned Debbie over. Susan grasped the shoulders of the binder and pulled them getting it firmly over Debbie’s shoulders. Susan carefully began working at the bottom of the binder tugging the straps tight, it was so thick and tight Debbie would not even be able to wiggle her toes. Susan moved a little higher the leg binder began to disappear and the two halves of the body binder formed a neat V shape. Susan moved up behind Debbie’s knees tightening the straps. The lower portion of Debbie’s legs and feet was completely immobilised all movement was physically impossible. Debbie could only lay there as the binding got tighter and tighter, she felt its merciless grip over her ass her waist it kept on going like a canvas anaconda. Finally Debbie was fully encased in the canvas body binder Susan used the toe of one foot to push Debbie onto her back “congratulations you just made it to a level three restraint, don’t get comfortable that is just to keep you in place”.

Susan began her final monologue like some B grade super villain. “We have a program examining the long term effects of very heavy restraints on the human body. The program is my idea of course, you are volunteer 46. From now on you are not Debbie you are number 46, we need fifty volunteers in total. Number 46 you should have checked that piece of paper you signed, all our volunteers are young physically fit women between the age of 18 and 24. We are studying the  physical and physiological impact of the harshest of restraints. The program is due to last 6 months, but if we get funding it can be extended by a year or two imagine that. I only need 4 more applicants to volunteer and I have some more job interviews tomorrow, once I have fifty volunteers then we get serious. On top of your current restraints number 46 we are going to wrap you in three heavy sheets of canvas, lacing each one tightly closed. Then after that we wrap you in two nice thick rubber sheets, strapping them closed. After that comes a nice heavy leather body binder, then finally we wrap that in a cocoon of heavy chains with about 40 padlocks to keep that in place. Then we see how you are after 6 months, maybe if your lucky it could be 18 months, of course we hook up tubes to feed you and deal with any waste. good night number 46 See you tomorrow”. Susan switched of the light and left the cell. Number 46 lay there with only her nightmares for company.

THE JOB INTERVIEW 3

Number 46 was what they called her, her real name was Debbie but no one called her that anymore she was simply referred to as number 46. It had been hours or days or perhaps longer. She was secured in heavy institutional restraints a straight jacket with a transport jacket over that a leg binder with a body binder on top of it all. She was kept compliant and silent with a big ball gag and a tight hood. Every so often they would remove the hood and the gag they would put a bowl of food and water in front of her. Then they would strap in a ring gag, making her eat her food like an animal. Some times they would wheel a commode into the padded cell release her legs then let her do her business then strap her back up.

The circumstances of her confinement had partially unhinged 46 already. She was desperately trying to convince herself that it was a joke, that her confinement would soon be over or that it was a mistake that would soon be corrected. But she didn’t believe herself, she had herd Susan when she had told her about the medical program to study the effects of long term imprisonment in psychiatric restraints. She knew that she was helpless and only going to become more helpless. But inside her a small spark of hope flickered, that she could convince herself at least spin a convincing lie in her own head to have something to hope for. She should have read what she signed when Susan handed her a form at the job interview. Number 46’s thoughts when off on a tangent she mused in her head that it was a very elaborate set up to pull one prank on one woman but then it would be over so soon.

Number 46’s thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open, number 46 could hear two sets of heels on the corridor outside and two different voices. 46 recognised Susan’s voice and guessed that the second voice was Susan’s sister Michelle. Number 46 was certain definitely certain this time they had arrived to let her go. Number 46 could hear Michelle telling her sister about the garage she had her car serviced a couple of blocks away from the school they both went to when they were girls. The foot falls became muffled as the women walked on the padded surface.

Michelle and Susan stopped talking they got back to work, they rolled 46 onto her front and began to unbuckle and release the straps along the back of the body binder. They undid the straps on the hobble skirt and worked the tight canvas sheath away from number 46’s legs. They unbuckled the straps around her legs releasing her ankles first, a second strap was released below her knees a third strap was released above 46’s knees. Then and final strap around 46’s legs at mid thigh, was released Susan and Michelle paused for a moment and stood back. Number 46 thought that she was finally going to be released but that was not to be her hope was quickly crushed. Susan scooped up her right ankle and Michelle scooped up her left they fitted tight ankle cuffs with a five inch strap hobbling 46’s stride. The two of them then proceeded to pull 46 to her feet she was wobbly not having used her legs much in a few days.

Michelle grabbed the transport handle on the right of the transport jacket Susan grabbed the handle on the left. A hand came down on number 46’s bottom s none to gently. Number 46 began to move forwards. Susan spoke to her sister “ we are working closer with A.P.P.I products now, soon we are going to have some almost completely automated handling systems. You’re going to see all or at least most of the heavy work disappear”. Michelle snickered “sometimes the heavy work’s the most fun I have in a day. But talking of fun I’m working with the entertainment director or is it media liaison director his title changes depending on who you speak to”. Michelle paused for a second “ any way we have a new show going on air soon, to catch a maniac, all my idea of course its half way between a documentary and candid camera. We round up people with strange and unusual stings after there relative’s have signed a committal form on there behalf”. Susan was quiet for a second “I herd rumours of an incident at sunny views, gunshots within the asylum grounds”? Michelle was slow to respond “I cant talk about it but it when all the way to the director of the institute”. Susan was apprehensive the director was a mysterious and terrifying figure little was known about him. “Have I got it right the director is not just the director of the asylum he is the majority share holder of the sunny views corporation”? Michelle was lost in thought “I’m not completely sure, but that makes him one really rich and powerful man”. Susan thought for a second “have you ever met him”? Michelle answered in a hushed tone “I’ve seen him twice but never spoken to him he hardly ever speaks to any of the staff”.

Number 46 struggled to keep up with the two women either side of her they were relentless. over the padding with there high heels they had to slow down, but when they were out in the corridor they picked up the pace. It was a shame number 46 could not match the pace the hobble was two short and her legs were like jelly she was practically carried at some points. It was humiliating and degrading to be treated like a sack of clothes or some sort of animal she was a person not a number. She was her brain froze she thought about it they had maybe her memory was fuzzy, given her an injection some time ago, now she wasn’t quite sure what her name was. If they were moving her why couldn’t they at least remove the hood so she could see where she was going it was ridicules, they hadn’t removed the gag either so she could not complain.

Number 46 almost stubbed her toe on the threshold strip into the main research room, experiment lab. It was a good thing number 46 could not see anything the room was a scary sight. There were 50 modified hospital beds cables hung down from the ceiling machines beeped. The scariest thing was the 45 other test subjects all bundled up. Except for a photo of each test subject at the foot of the hospital bed with there notes it was impossible to determine that a women or even a person was encased within each bed. A large leather cocoon with matching hood covered each volunteer the leather cocoon was the final layer of restraint many more lay underneath it. Heavy chains wrapped round the cocoon and were tightly locked down to the beds. Tubes fed out of the cocoons at the bottom and at the front of the hoods. Number 46 was lead through the room to a preparation area.

Number 46 felt herself being turned 90 degrees and marched forwards, a door was opened she herd the sound. Number 46 felt herself pushed forward she heard the door shut and heard a lock click as it engaged. There was a little fumbling with the knot then the laces were released and the canvas hood was worked away from number 46‘s head. Number 46 blinked for a few seconds then slowly her eyes adjusted, she wished they hadn’t the hood was better, she could see the prep area. There were 2 hospital beds a heavy duty hoist and tables of restraints There looked to be enough material there to restrain a dozen women but number 46 had the sinking feeling that they were all for her every single bit of canvas leather , rubber and chain.

Looking at the room The reality finally sank in that last piece of hope that number 46 had clung on to was now extinguished. There was no way that this was a joke Susan was going to do exactly what she had threatened to do. Number 46 had no illusions they had already done this to 45 other women she was going to be cocooned in restraints and left for months. If there was anything left of her mind her sanity when they unwrapped her she would be pleasantly surprised. Michelle and Susan smiled at her they knew that she had accepted her dreadful fait, the sadistic sisters were savouring the fulfilment of that fate.

Susan set about removing the transport jacket the crotch strap was really tight as a result Susan had to fiddle about with it for a long time to get it lose and release it. The armless transport jacket slowly released its prisoner it came away like a snake shedding skin, number 46 found she had a little movement in her arms as only the straight jacket now bound her torso. The crotch strap on the tight jacket was released then the strap holding number 46’s arms in place soon followed. Her limp arms were guided out from the side loops and the front loop to lay by her sides. The straps down the back of the jacket and the neck strap were released . Number 46 breathed a sign of relief she was able to breath more freely now.

Number 46’s arms started to feel better she tried to unbuckle the gag raising her hands behind her head, Susan shook her hand no. Number 46 tried to resist one last time. Susan and Michelle advanced on her. Number 46 panicked Susan grabbed her right wrist Michelle grabbed her left wrist. Both of number 46‘s arms were pulled behind her back and forced up between her shoulder blades, so high she was forced to stand on tiptoe to try and relieve the pressure on her arms. The sisters held 46 in a tight arm lock, Michelle told her off “now we have to punish you”. The sisters bent number 46 over a bed and delivered a heavy hand spanking to her bottom. Number 46 gasped into her gag as each blow landed. Michelle would strike the left buttock then Susan would strike the right slowly they counted fifty blows.

The sisters let go of number 46 she was not foolish enough to try resisting again. The sisters made short work of the wrinkled clothes under the straight jacket. The pair of tight shiny pantyhose were ripped away. The silky blouse was torn away, a button spinning across the room. The frilly red push up bra was removed number 46’s breasts barely dipped. The matching thong was pulled away. Number 46 was left standing there completely naked apart from the gag she started to cry.

Michelle pushed 46 to one side of the room there was a side room, the door was open it looked like some sort of wash room or bath room. Inside the room white tiles covered every surface there was a large stainless steel locker in one corner Michelle pushed number 46 in. The room looked even worse when number 46 was inside two cuffs hung from the ceiling and there were two matching cuffs anchored to the floor. Number 46’s wrists were suspended above her head and her feet were pulled wide apart she was helpless and naked her body forming a taught x shape. With number 46 strapped in place Michelle put on a rubber apron and long gloves she then proceeded to jet wash number 46 with a hose. Number 46 fort against the tight restraints and the cold hard jet of water she had nowhere to escape to she was left hanging there. Nurse Michelle lathered a sponge up with soap and rubbed down every inch of 46’s tight little body. Michelle quickly gave 46 an enema to make sure she was clean. Michelle got a large container full of industrial strength depilatory cream, she spread it on a sponge then applied it on 46’s crotch all over her legs under arms on her head. Number 46 was left for 5 minutes she felt a strange tingling sensation wherever the cream had been spread. Nurse Michelle turned the hose back on, all of number 46’s hair came away it had been killed off at the root the product was guaranteed for 18 months. Number 46 began to cry some more she was released then lead back into the main processing room. 46 was naked bald even her eye brows and eye lashes were gone. 

Number 46 stood there while Susan and Michelle admired there handiwork so far. Number 46’s embarrassment could not be measured ,she had no frame of reference no experience that could prepare her for this in the smallest way. How could another woman do this to her, how could they enjoy doing this to her? Number 46 could not understand that someone could enjoy inflicting pain both physically and physiologically let alone to a poor helpless fragile creature like herself.

Susan pushed number 46 face down over one of the bed’s Michelle pushed a catheter into the patients urethra. Lubricant was applied to number 46’s rose bud, a large and complex plug was forced up number 46’s ass. She bit down hard on the gag as the plug was pushed home. Michelle turned a dial on the bottom of the plug, inside number 46’s ass the plug expanded like the petals of a flower opening, it split into 5 each section firmly pushing against the sides of number 46‘s bowels. Tears began to flow down number 46’s cheeks , Michelle put a little stainless steel padlock through the base of the plug the dial could not be undone the plug was staying in place. Three hoses dragged along the floor trailing from number 46’s crotch. The horrible ball gag was final removed, but it’s successor wouldn’t be absent long.  

Before number 46 could work some of the stiffness from her jaw Michelle applied the feeding gag. It was a ball gag made of shiny red rubber it was almost 3 inches in diameter it completely filled 46’s mouth the centre of the gag was hollow. The main strap was very wide and painfully cut into the sides of 46’s mouth, she was soon drooling uncontrollably. A strap passed under 46’s jaw it was thick and wide and when tightly buckled encouraged 46 to bite down hard on the ball. A strap shaped like a Y climbed over 46’s nose over her head and met the main strap behind her head. Two more straps fed from behind 46s jaw to meet behind her neck the whole lot was very tight and complete overkill.

Michelle held up the old straight jacket, Susan pushed number 46 forwards into the embrace of canvas, Susan helped pull the sleeves all the way up 46‘s arms. Michelle held the jacket in place , Susan worked behind 46 buckled the top strap tightly. She moved over the jacket  securing every single buckle along the back of the jacket.  Michelle pushed 46‘s hair out of the way then secured the high collar on the jacket. Susan reached between 46’s legs, feeling the plug embedded in her ass. Manically grinning Susan tightened the crotch strap so that it was as tight as possible. Michelle passed 46’s arms through the front and side loops. After Susan threaded the final buckle the sister got a good grip on the strap then pulled and pulled. The sisters meticulously checked and tightened every strap using there combined strength and leverage, then they folded the straps back on themselves to keep them in place.

Susan guided 46 onto the bed letting her lay across it. Michelle scooped up 46’s ankles and wrapped a strap twice around them. Michelle pulled the strap tight, Susan smiled “very soon sis we will have 50 helpless bundles all ready for our experiment”. Michelle moved up 46’s legs a second strap was buckled tightly below her knees a third strap was buckled tightly above her knees. Michelle applied the fourth and final strap loosely around 46’s legs at mid thigh, Susan checked to made sure the straps were tight except fro the top most strap.

Michelle temporarily loosened the top strap over 46’s thighs some more. Susan laid the transport jacket over the top of the original jacket. Michelle pushed the crotch strap between 46’s thighs so that it poked out between them. Then Susan refastened the top strap over 46’s thighs it was a little tighter one or two notches. Susan carefully checked out the position of the jacket over 46’s form. The crotch strap from the transport jacket would go to the left of the plug, when tightened it would pull it in further. Michelle rolled 46 onto her front allowing Susan to get at the back of the jacket to tighten up the straps. The transport jacket had no sleeves it was it was a size or two smaller than the one they had removed originally. Susan did up the top strap then with her sisters help drew all the straps as tight as humanly possible. The crotch strap was also tightened this way jamming the plugs in further. The 4th strap over 46’s legs was fully tightened then 46 was rolled back to her original position. 

Michelle pulled the canvas hobble skirt over 46 ‘s shapely legs it would also cover the bottom of the transport jacket. Susan made sure that the tubes were not restricted or crushed. The canvas was moved neatly in place over 46’s form. Number 46 was again rolled  onto her front, allowing Michelle and Susan to get at the fastenings on the canvas leg binder. The cone of tight canvas quickly began to form around its prisoner further restraining number 46. Susan did up the top straps then moved down slowly while Michelle worked in the opposite direction, Susan wished 46 still had her nylons on but it wouldn’t matter soon. 46’s legs disappear in a canvas grip,  The two sisters made sure all 18 straps were as tight as humanly possible. Number 46 found it almost impossible to move her legs, the layer of canvas was far tighter and stiffer than before. Susan rolled 46 back into position then took a step back to look at her.  As thick as the canvas was it still suggested every curve 46 possessed, but that would soon change. 

The canvas rubbed against every inch of number 46’s body it was tight over her breasts her crotch the rough fabric was even worse against her tender skin where she had had the depilatory and the spanking. She realised that this would be the only sensation she would feel for a long time a shiver travelled down her spine. Number 46 watched as Michelle carefully opened up a familiar little bundle of canvas, it was a tight little hood. 46 again panicked and thrashed for all she was worth. Susan got a good hold of number 46. The last thing 46 saw was the inside of the canvas hood as it was fitted over her face. Michelle and Susan rolled 46 onto her side and held her in place. Michelle tightly pulled the laces shut the new hood seemed to be far tighter it pressed over her face. The canvas hood only had three tiny holes 2 for 46’s nostrils and one of a feeding tube. Michelle tied off the laces and rolled 46 back into place.

Michelle laid out the full body binder next to number 46’s helplessly encased form. This binder would be just like before but tighter it was two sizes smaller, with both sisters pulling on it, it would just about contain number 46‘s tight little body. It would encase number 46 from the tips of her toes to just over the collar of the hood. Susan fed number 46’s toes and feet into the restraint she feed and positioned the bundle of tubes carefully. Then Susan laid the body binder over 46, Michelle helped her carefully turn 46 over. Susan grasped the shoulders of the binder and pulled them getting it firmly over 46’s shoulders. Michelle carefully began working at the bottom of the binder tugging the straps tight, it was so thick and tight number 46 would not even be able to wiggle her toes. Susan worked a little higher. the two halves of the body binder formed a neat V shape. Michele moved up behind 46’s knees tightening the straps. The lower portion of 46’s legs and feet were completely immobilised all movement was physically impossible. 46 could only lay there as the binding got tighter and tighter, she felt its unforgiving grip over her ass her waist it kept on going, a cotton monster swallowing her whole. 46 was fully encased in the canvas body binder Susan and Michele retightened every strap using there combined strength to get it even tighter using the patients helpless body for leverage.

Number 46 was in complete darkness the hood blocked out all light, this one had pads over the eyes the last one let in a little light this one did not. It was terrifying like she was a drift in an endless black void no sensation she felt her body getting father away from her. 
Michelle smiled and produced several rolls of duct silver tape, The sisters moved the hoist over to number 46 they moved her onto it a control was pushed a motor whirred and 46’s body was raised upwards by two board straps. In this position it was very easy to wrap roll after roll of tight silver duct tape all over the patients helpless body all hint of arms was erased, but number 46’s shapely curves could still be seen.

Michelle and Susan laid something out over one of the beds, a minute later 46 was moved with the hoist she was laid down on the opposite bed on a pile of canvas by Michelle. Soon the silver cocoon embracing number 46 would disappear under more canvas. Michelle roughly handled 46 moving her into the centre of the canvas sheet. The sheet had been tailored to a woman’s form it had eyelets along both edges. Susan pulled the canvas sheet over 46 from the right hand side while Michelle pulled the canvas from the left. Number 46 was held down not that she could move as the canvas sheet was tightly pulled round her body from shoulder to toe. Number 46 tried to struggle the canvas was so heavy and tight she tried to get up, but she might as well have been pushing against a steel door. The sisters began to lace the two edged of the sheet together number 46 could feel the sheet get tighter. Number 46’s ability to even wiggle grew less and less with each second she was getting warmer with about 4 layers of restraint. The canvas got tighter around her until finally the sisters pulled the laces shut and tied them off. Number 46 felt the compression all over her body her shapely figure was still displayed by the tight bindings.

Number 46 was rolled over so that she was on her stomach , Susan and Michelle moved over to the other bed and laid out a second tailored sheet of canvas. A few seconds later number 46 was again moved with the hoist. She was laid face down on the opposite bed on a pile of canvas by Susan. Susan pulled number 46 moving her into the centre of the sheet adjusting the hoses so that they poked out in the right place. The sheet had been tailored to a woman’s form but less so than the first sheet. It also had eyelets along both edges these were heavier with more holes so it could be made tighter. Susan and Michelle pulled the canvas over 46 in the opposite direction to the first sheet. 46 could not even attempt to struggle the canvas was far to stiff. The sisters with a practiced ease laced the two edged of the sheet together. Number 46 could feel the sheets crushing tightness, she was getting uncomfortably warm with about 5 layers of restraints over every inch of her body. Finally the sisters pulled the laces shut, number 46 felt the increased compression all over her body her shapely figure was beginning to disappear under the layers of tight bindings.

Susan and Michelle walked back to the pile of restraints Susan picked up a very thick rubber hood. It was made of ½ inch thick rubber and was sculpted to fit over a woman’s face to mould to her bone structure. It had an opening for the feeding tube and a hole for number 46’s nostrils. The hood did not have any straps or laces it had to be stretched over a victims head. Michelle spoke “I love using a rubber hood. it’s the smell if anything and that it cover’s a face like a second skin with no imperfections. With a rubber hood you turn a patient into a manikin , there are small holes for them to breathe through and for us to feed them.” It took the two sisters 2 minutes to stretch the hood over 46’s head then remove all the wrinkles. The smell of rubber began to invade number 46‘s nostrils, she was rolled onto her back again.

Susan and Michelle moved over to the other bed and laid out the final tailored sheet of canvas. A few seconds later 46 was moved across with the hoist she was laid down on the on the pile of canvas by Michelle. Susan pushed number 46 moving her into the centre of the sheet slightly adjusting the angle of the hoses. The sheet was barley shaped to a woman’s form it had very heavy eyelets along both edges. Susan and Michelle pulled the final piece of canvas over 46 in the opposite direction to the 2nd sheet. The sisters grunted with exertion as they laced the two edged of the sheet together. 46 could feel the sheets terrible crushing tightness, she was uncomfortably warm with about 6 layers of restraint. Finally the sisters pulled the laces shut and tied them off. Number 46 shapely figure had almost disappeared under the layers of tight bindings.

Both sisters had to pick up and move the heavy sheet of rubber, they layed it out on the bed and unfold it. Number 46’s body ached from the bindings and the heat, from the twitching of her muscles her mind was getting tired she wanted to sleep. The hoist picked up the canvas bundle and laid it on the bed. The sisters manicured hands checked the tightness of the canvas they could not feel the slightest hint of slackness. The bundle of canvas imprisoning number 46 was pushed onto the centre of the rubber sheet. the sisters carefully stretched the rubber sheet over the bundle until the rubber creaked, the placement of the hoses was checked. The two halves of the sheet were drawn together with 12 thick rubber straps on roller buckles. The other side of the sheet was wrapped over the bundle in the opposite direction. Two sets of hands pulled every single belt tight to keep the rubber sheets in place. Number 46 could feel the sheet of rubber the pressure imposed on her body was again increased, she was very uncomfortable with 7 layers of restraint. Number 46 shapely figure had disappeared under the layers of tight bindings she barely looked human.

The sisters used some form of leaver to slowly turn number 46 over onto her front. Again the next and last sheet of rubber was laid out on the bed opposite. Number 46’s body protested even more loudly. The hoist slowly picked up the rubber bundle and laid it on the bed. The bundle of heavy rubber cocooning number 46 was levered into the centre of the rubber sheet. The sisters stretched the rubber sheet over the bundle in the opposite direction to the first sheet, securing it with many straps. The edges of the sheet were drawn together with 15 thick rubber straps on roller buckles. 46 could barely feel the additional pressure applied to her body, she was extremely uncomfortable practically boiling with the heat that came with confinement in 8 layers of restraint. Number 46 figure had completely disappeared under the layers of tight binding. The sisters levered her body round so once again she was on her back. Susan fitted a snug plastic neck brace around number 46’s throat to remove the slightest bit of movement she had left.

The leather cocoon was so heavy that Michelle and Susan had to use the hoist to move it from the table onto the opposite bed. It took them a wile to unlace it, then they used a number of hooks and straps to pull the two halves open. The thick moulded leather fought them for every inch until it was pried open ready for its victim. Number 46 had herd the creak of leather, a lot of creaking something large was being moved then the hoist was wrapped round her. She was raised then turned slowly she was lowered into a giant leather sheath. The stiff leather was worked over her body she was guided into the contraption from shoulders to the tips of her toes the hoses came out a specially built hole.

The sisters worked on the leather closing it up, a stiff cocoon slowly moved over the rubber and canvas that had already mummified number 46. The canvas and rubber creaked and squealed in protest as the leather form was strapped and laced tighter and tighter over the patient. Michelle and Susan had to use levers and ratchets on the buckles to tightly close the sheath over number 46. The leather erased almost all definition from number 46’s body. Number 46 was boiling hot when the last buckle was secured she was left alone she was getting more and more uncomfortable 9 layers of restraints was complete insanity, literally number 46 thought the lunatics were running the asylum. 

Number 46 could not see the hood but she anticipated it. The hood was black with straps laces and D rings all over it, it was designed to sit on top of the neck brace. Susan pulled the leather Hood over the face of the heavily restrained patient. Number 46 could feel it through the rubber and canvas. Michelle helped her sister by loosened all the laces and adjusting the hood over 46’s rubbery face. The feeding tube hole was lined up with the other hoods. There was absolutely nothing number 46 could do as the padded leather enveloped her head. Number 46 thought of the film aliens this is what it must be like to have a close encounter with a face hugger. The leather restraint had fitted pads for her eyes on top of the others. There was Thick padding over the inside of the hood but especially over 46’s mouth. The hood was completed  with laces straps, and locks all the material was sound proof if she screamed at the top of her lungs nothing could be heard. The hoist again picked her up cradling her bundled form. 

Number 46 panicked she was invaded and violated in every way imaginable, her muscles screamed for release, she was fighting with every fibre of her being against her bonds. Her muscles spasmed and twitched against the bindings but not one single perceivable sign of her resistance could be detected externally. Inside number 46’s head a internal monologue repeated every few seconds “oh god it isn’t happening anything anything at all just let me go why me why me what have I done I don’t deserve this please please.” But her silent cries went unanswered.

Number 46 was left hanging for a few minutes then there was a rattling sound. Slowly Michelle and Susan pushed a wooden form with a long length of chain wrapped round it next to the hoist. Michelle and Susan grunted as they lifted the heavy chain up to the level of the hoist and wrapped it round number 46’s ankles over the sheath then locked the chain with a big heavy padlock. The chain was wrapped round the sheath of leather above the ankle binding and a second padlock secured it in place. Very slowly every inch of the leather cocoon disappeared under heavy chrome chain and padlocks with the vague impression of feet at one end. They finally ran out of chain and padlocks when they reached number 46’s shoulders. The sisters were panting from the effort and the hoist was starting to creak from the weight. Very slowly the sisters wheeled the cocoon of metal leather rubber duct tape and canvas back into the main room. 

Number 46 was gently lowered into a vacant bed, the hoist gave a creak of relief as it finally dropped the mass of leather and steel. The springs of the mattress creaked and then fell silent. A number of chains were wound round the bed and the cocoon ensuring that it stayed in place welded to the bed. A feeding tube was passed through the holes in the hoods through the hollow tube in the gag and down number 46‘s throat. The lower tubes were connected to pumps number 46 would get a nice fresh enema every hour on the hour. Number 46 felt the rush of hot soapy water she was not only being crushed from outside but from the inside. The sisters took a break for a few minutes and began to chat.

Michelle spoke first “you talked about pets at home I keep my pet Ashley in the basement in a little cage. She is the cutest little thing. I have trained her to fold her arms into a reverse prayer position, with a pair of thumbless mittens and lots of straps her arms stay put in that position she really is helpless. She had a tight little collar and a nice rubber hood I keep her gagged with my old socks and panties all the time she is currently silenced with a pair of gym socks and my gym shorts after a particularly heavy work out. She has a tight pair of rubber knickers with vibrating plugs and heelless ballet boots she couldn’t go anywhere if she tried.” Susan countered “an old college roommate of mine Georgina is my personal pet she has her own play room hear in one of the labs. I keep her in her own tight little custom made straight jacket its very tight and frilly and pink and completely escape proof. her waist is tightly clinched she’s my own little doll she has an adorable little pacifier that mutes anything she might try to say. When I’m not playing with her I leave her strapped down in her own little crib.”

The sisters checked that number 46 was well settled in making sure every chain was locked tight that the feeding tube was in place that the waste tubes were delivering properly. They set machines to monitor her breathing and other vital signs. Then when they were happy that everything was in order they moved on to onto number 47. Susan lingered for a second she ran her hand delicately over the hood “see you in 18 months” Susan whispered as she moved off. Number 46’s bottom still ached from the spanking and the large plug locked in her rear. Her arms were locked in a tight hug her waist pulled in her legs clamped together. Her mouth filled with the largest gag imaginable her skin ached from the depilatory cream and now her nose was beginning to itch, she tried to get some sleep it would be a long night.