Lara on the Couch edited by John Drake

 Disclaimer I make no claim to copyright on any character the following is deemed fair use for the purposes of parody and humour.

  Lara reflected on her life, where it had taken her on what paths she had trodden and how regrettably she had ended up here in a small office in a state hospital inside a distant East Asian country. 
  She looked around her limited surroundings. There were books and papers everywhere, piled up on shelves, inside bulging filing cabinets-the entire place looked slow and erratic. There were a few posters and charts on the walls. Lara could read a little of the language but it was all too far away from her at least anything she could look at. It wasn’t like she could get up, go over there and read any of it close up, not that is, in her current predicament. 
  There was an oriental woman behind a worn desk stacked high with paperwork. She must have been in her thirties, quite cute and petite. She wore a pair of dark glasses a long white coat and Lara could see a pair of two inch black heels under it. The woman got up from her desk. She wheeled her chair over to Lara, standing over Miss Croft. Lara was on a couch and in no position to get up off it. The doctor spoke in perfect English;
    “Let me undo that gag. I am not going to hurt you but I want you to behave or there will be dire consequences understand?”

  Lara nodded eagerly to be allowed to speak. Her jaw ached from the rubber bung that that had been secured to her mouth for the last three days. They had kept her tightly bound up to that point.   
  She had been in a set of high security ridged handcuff and leg irons until they had gotten a translator then once they had heard her story she had been bundled into a straitjacket instead and then the vile gag had been applied. 
  She presumed that they didn’t want her spreading her story around. She had only been un-gagged once to speak to her lawyer then the gag went back in. She had not even been allowed to eat un-gagged, the plug attached to the panel gag was hollow so she had no option to object and was simply force fed. 
  Lara nodded then squealed into her gag in pain as the buckle on the strap was caught on her hair and skin as the doctor loosened it.

  The doctor looked down at her;
    “Hold still or this will hurt.” Two straps were undone then the doctor grabbed the edge of the gag and pulled hard with both hands. At first the mass of rubber did not wish to move but after a second it relented with an audible pop the gag was out and Lara found herself drooling uncontrollably all over her straitjacket. She was embarrassed as she tried to speak to thank the doctor only to find she could not get the words out of her mouth. The doctor looked at her reassuringly patting her on the arm, “Now just work your jaw for a few seconds to get everything working again.”
  The doctor had a plastic cup with a little water in it she moved it in front of Lara who took a few sips. The doctor put it to one side sat down on her chair with a large folder in front of her and looked at her patient. She crossed her ankles and stretched to make herself comfortable;
    “Good morning Patient Croft.” She enquired, it was more like a question than a greeting. Lara tried to look as cheerful as possible-she had been trying to think of the best way of explaining her current predicament.
  She swallowed and started;
    “G -gg.. gh goo G - Good m-morning Doctor. Is it... okay if you release some of the restraints? I am strapped to this couch in a straitjacket and these shackles... I have been wearing the shackles and the jacket for three days consecutively since my arrest. Could we agree to dispense with them?” Lara had tried her best most civilised manner-she had no interest in appearing like someone that needed to be kept wrapped up in a straitjacket! It was so tight that she could barely feel her arms and three days of the humiliation of wearing it was starting to get to her a bit, not that she was showing it yet.

  The doctor looked at her like she had just tried to tell a joke that was not very funny;
    “You may call me Doctor May Lee, Miss Croft. Considering the damage you have already done I don’t think that it is best to release or reduce your restraints in any way, certainly until this preliminary interview is concluded.” Lara felt her heart sink. She could be in a lot of trouble if the rest of the interview went the same way... 
  Lara resigned herself to the fact that freedom was somewhere the other side of this interview and not from over-powering the doctor and leaving her in the straitjacket while Lara made her escape out the institution and over the boarder. Lara smiled and continued her pleasant facade;
    “Doctor Lee, I am sure you will agree with me once we have this whole misunderstanding out of the way.”
  The doctor looked far less amused. The tone of her voice changed;
    “Well Miss Croft, I would not call it a misunderstanding. You are in a great deal of trouble. You illegally entered into our country assaulted one of our citizens and threatened them with lethal force. Would you care to explain that?” The doctor was practically accusing her of acting like a common criminal but Lara retained her composure and tried to put her point across as quickly and as favourably she could.

  She took a shallow breath;
    “Well doctor Lee I had to get to that tomb, er archaeological site in a hurry, it was a rather pressing deadline related to a well … how do I put it? The urgency was related to certain astronomical and environmental phenomenon that coincided together.” Lara tried to tell the doctor what had happened without sounding like a mad woman, “That is, it’s an ancient prophesy I uncovered.” 
  The doctor’s eyebrows raised and she started to jot something down. Lara could see this woman did not hold any stock in prophecy’s or the supernatural;
    “I will tell you more about it,” she continued, “...but let me explain, on one of my archaeological expeditions I found a reference to the tomb of the King of an empire that used to exist where this country is now and it indicated various,” she paused again trying to make herself sound more reasonable, “…things would happen if it was not stopped, I had a contact that said they could legally get me into the country and around time-consuming red tape but when I got there Mr Houl-the guide, demanded twice the amount of money we had agreed on. It was money I didn’t have at the time. He tried to assault me, asking me to pay in other ways so I hit him with my fist-only in self defence,” she paused then more quietly continued, “...then I pointed a gun at him and got the information of where the tomb complex was located.”

  The doctor looked down at her paperwork, she skim-read some notes a second time then faced Lara;
    “Well Miss Croft that is certainly an interesting story. Mr Houl says that you hired him as a guide when you indicated where you wanted to go he said it would take him two days to get a permit and that you offered him more money to speed up the process. When he declined you pretended to go away then you returned and hit him over the back of the head with the butt of a shot gun before threatening him until he gave you his documents, passes, permits etc and a map of the local area.”
  Lara argued back trying to keep the emotion out of her voice;
    “He is lying! He would not incriminate himself to the local police by saying he offered to illegally get me into a historical site past a special conservation area.” Lara looked at the doctor. All hope was not gone-the woman was actually paying attention, listening to her and checking her paperwork again. Lara was not totally doomed at least she could see some light, possibly.
  The doctor looked at the pile of papers again;
    “The medical report indicates that he had a blow to the back of the head and people are far more likely to believe him over you considering your subsequent actions.” Lara felt a tremor of anger at the local man, the useless waste of skin! The doctor saw the indignation on her face.
  The prisoner continued to fight, she was not willing to concede one point;
     “I am sure that Mr Houl would not be able to keep that story straight. One of his friends probably hit him over the back of the head so that it looked like he’s the victim here. Most of this regrettable trouble was caused because he lied to me!” Lara tried to make herself sound sincere-it was just a misunderstanding, one misstep after another.

  The doctor looked through some more paperwork and glanced at a report. Her demeanour changed slightly;
    “Let us say I have access to some files on Mr Houl-that, for example charges have not been brought against him in the past but suspicions are still on record and that at least once he has tried something inappropriate with a tourist before. Say I might believe some of what you have said?”  
  Lara twisted and jerked against her restraints, raw emotion creeping into her voice;
    “Please, you have to believe me, please!”
  The doctor did not look favourably on that emotional outburst;
    “Miss Croft, I think I will have to put you on some sort of sedative to curb your violent behaviour, or some form of highly punitive restraints. Should we suspend this interview for three days where you can enjoy a full-body rubber cocoon and hood locked in a tight box?” 
  Lara panicked, trying to be calmer;
    “No! Please don’t, I will behave.” The doctor looked through her notes;
    “Then you travelled to a nature reserve where you killed. Let me get this list...” Lara looked quite nervous as the doctor searched in her files before picking up a piece of paper. The doctor read from a list, “From the emerald nature reserve you killed twenty two wolves, three rare white tigers and a brown bear. You then disturbed the nesting habitat of a pair of breeding crested falcons to scale a vertical cliff.” Lara could feel herself turning red from embarrassment she took a few calming breaths;
    “Doctor Lee, you can blame most of that on Mr Houl. He gave me directions straight through the wolves’ feeding area into that white tigers’ den and on into the cave where that bear was sleeping”. The doctor looked sceptically at Lara then considered it;
    “Miss Croft, I think that you used rather disproportional force to say the least, you are like one of those idiotic American trophy hunters that want to brag about how many animals you kill. The wolves would have scattered after a warning shot. I am amazed that you managed to kill most of the pack before they got away. I will admit the tigers were backed into a corner and you probably had to kill them or you would have died but there were signs in English for the stupid tourists to stay away.” She paused for a second, “As for the poor bear, the park vet indicates that it was dead when you were still putting over a hundred rounds into the poor creature!”
  Lara rose verbally not physically due to her restraints to try and defend her actions;
    “Doctor you have to believe me, those wolves attacked me and the tigers, have you ever heard of them sharing space like that outside a mating season? So what about the bear? I swear it would not die, it was like it was possessed!” Lara shut her mouth tight looking a little panicked. She had said the wrong word and the doctor was looking at her in a strange way.
  The doctor’s tone changed again; “Possessed you say? What do you mean?”

  Lara knew that she would sound like someone that deserved to be in a straitjacket for mentioning this but she tried anyway;
    “The wolves, their eyes were strange,” yeah she thought, glowing red, “...they were directed against me. The tigers, they stood in my way guarding the path to the tomb. After I killed that bear it was still moving-something possessed it!”
  The doctor looked at her incredulously;
    “Possessed, Miss Croft? Really, I suppose the ghost of the king was defending his tomb. I do note as part of your plea-bargain that you have agreed to pay the parks service around three times their annual budget in compensation and the relics that led you to our country-you are planning to donate them to our national museum. Still, this is the 21st century-how can you talk about ‘possession’?” Lara knew she had put her foot in it but the doctor paused, she liked to look for reasonable explanations, ways to explain anything that one of her patients had experienced. Maybe Lara could use that fact?
  The bound woman looked desperate and started back-pedalling nervously;
    “Possessed was a figure of speech, I am sure someone interfered with the wildlife. Maybe they fed them something to make them aggressive or perhaps used some sort of pheromone or shot them with a dart? Those wolves didn’t run away from gunshots and every one of them was shot in a way where they were attacking me. The tigers were ignoring each other and focusing on me. How much do you know about their behaviour? They are solitary animals and the bear, if it was dead the shots into it would have been angled down but if you check with the vet then you will see the shots were angled up-I was only defending myself!” 
  The doctor took a few seconds to look through her paperwork in some detail and her eyebrows rose in surprise;
    “Well Miss Croft your story does make me question your sanity more but perhaps the wildlife was behaving strangely. I am more likely to believe that the ground water was infected with mercury from the industrial works on the boarder of the park. They have been fined several times for letting contaminated waste seep into the water table. I think I will be recommending that you are kept under heavier restraints for the duration of your stay regardless. I don’t think I want you getting your hands on a weapon and according to this you can make almost anything a weapon.”
  Lara continued to plead with the doctor;
    “I am not mad, just unlucky with the wildlife! As you say, they were probably poisoned. Something like that builds up in top of the food-chain predators like those. It makes them unpredictable. If Houl could read a map properly I could have avoided it.”

  The doctor looked at her shaking her head. She looked through a brief report again;
    “Maybe the rest can be excused or explained but you accessed a site of special cultural significance-a sealed tomb of one of our previous rulers, one that we had not precisely located. According to the archaeological society it was from the Iron Age king Jing Song the third.” The woman paused looking through more of the paperwork.

  Lara let herself get too far ahead of herself. She was excited and she was rattled from so many days in restraint;
    “Yes, there was a reference to it in the document I found. It spoke of him rising up from the dead with an army of darkness and consuming the world.” 
  The doctor looked at her with a questioning gaze;
    “So Miss Croft, you think you are saving the world from a curse?”
  Lara was too quick to answer;
    “Yes! I mean no-I wanted to check out the tomb, there was a very specific date for when the King was meant to rise! I was interested from a scientific stand-point of what would happen...” The doctor looked at Lara and the look said that she didn’t believe what she was saying. She scowled;
    “Miss Croft, you broke into the tomb causing untold damage to the historical artefacts inside, damaging our very culture, insulting our nation! You then proceed to desecrate the tomb and destroy the mummified remains of King Jing Song and his four royal bodyguards as well as the remains of over thirty of his loyal soldiers that were according to the translation, hand-picked from the royal house guard to protect his tomb in death.” 
  Lara looked at her, desperately pleading;
    “Doctor, there was-” she was cut off. The doctor was far from finished, “You made-off with several culturally historical items from the tomb-let me see that list...”

  Lara knew it was bad. She looked like some kind of kleptomaniac as the doctor read the list;
    “The emerald-inlayed crown of King Jing Song, his bronze short-sword and gold leaf scabbard and his amulet of office. Fourteen gold rings baring the emblem of the royal house, presumably presents to his bodyguards, a spear inlayed with a large diamond-presumably some sort of ceremonial blade, seven silver necklaces, eighty seven gold coins, one hundred and twelve silver coins and a manuscript from the tomb written on velum!”
  Lara opened her mouth to continue to speak but a look from the doctor and she shut it. The doctor continued, “Then you exited the tomb which you seriously damaged by breaking through three murals into hidden chambers and when the authorities caught up to you, you tried to escape by stealing a jeep. You ran two police officers off the road-thankfully they survived unharmed then you were surrounded and captured.” The doctor took a sip of coffee, “You also have quite a list of firearms violations. The police caught you in possession of two pistols with 132 rounds of ammunition, a pump action shotgun with 47 rounds of ammunition, an Uzi with 92 rounds of ammunition and a large machete. I am unsure what you thought you were doing let alone how you carried this lot.” The doctor looked at her notes, “Apparently your lawyer was able to retroactively get you a licence for this, how-I don’t want to know!” The doctor shook her head.

  Lara took a deep breath and tried to explain everything away;
    “Maybe there was some sort of hallucinogenic compound in the tomb but I swear that when I entered, the mummified remains of his soldiers came to life from their caskets and attacked me! Look at the pictures from the tomb-they broke out of their caskets! I didn’t break into them, the soldiers attacked me in a wave of ten then twenty then the king’s personal guards returned, waking up and attacked me! After I got through them the king rose from his marble tomb. Explain how I lifted a three tone block of marble with anything in that tomb-go on...” There was triumph in Lara’s eyes. The doctor had some photos of the tomb and her eyes widened.
  The doctor looked dumbfounded then started to sift through the file of pictures. Her eyes focused and she started to look confused, “Okay, say that something happened. You found some hallucinogenic mushrooms or something else that caused temporary hallucinations that you could not control yourself. You claim that as mitigating circumstances? I do remember one patient talking about similar symptoms he was exploring the caves and did inhale the spores of several mushrooms but he was not violent, he did come out of the caves wearing only his shorts and they were on his head it took me two weeks to convince him that his frying pan was not trying to eat him! I digress... What did you think you were doing with the royal treasure? Curious, how did you fit that spear into your back pack?”  

  Lara continued to look nervous;
    “Well I had to get his artefacts away from him or else he was going to just come back at least according to the parchment and tablets. I was not sure which artefact it was so I just grabbed everything and I didn’t have time to stop. I am deeply sorry about the officers but my lawyer has arranged for them to be compensated I am even having a new retirement home built for ex police officers as well as several other sizable charity donations to your country perhaps your institution needs some sort of research grant?” Lara could see the doctor considering it she was well aware that Miss Croft was very wealthy. The doctor shook her head however;
    “Miss Croft you have some very expensive lawyers but they can only help you so far, through legal wrangling, donations-well bribes and other methods your lawyers have had all the charges dropped,” Lara heaved a sigh of relief, but the doctor continued, “...all the charges but one. The government has had a letter from the ornithological society...” the doctor fixed her with a stare, “No one interrupts the breeding habitat of the crested falcon! Despite what international pressure you can bring to bear I have decided to have you committed for a six month evaluation.”
  The doctor was very quick, suddenly her paper work was on the side of the desk and her hands were on the panel gag that had previously been welded between Lara’s lips. She had enough time to start to say no as the doctor jammed the gag tightly into her mouth. The doctor pushed with both hands and in the plug went in. Noooommpphh was all Lara could get out as the doctor pulled one of the straps tight ensuring that Lara would not be making any further contributions to the conversation. She pulled a small white case out of the desk and Lara’s eyes went wide as she saw it was a syringe. The doctor made sure that there were no air bubbles in it then it was jammed into Lara’s thigh and the contents were injected into her body. The doctor patted her on the head;
    “Just a little muscle relaxant to make you nice and compliant.” Lara could feel numbness travelling through her body. She had no idea what the doctor was going to do to her but she would find out soon. The doctor stroked the side of her chin;
   “Well Miss Croft I am going to have you committed to a maximum security psychiatric institution for the imminent future. You will be drugged to keep your delusions at bay and you will remain thoroughly physically restrained punitively. After all you are a danger to everyone around you.” She bent forwards and kissed Lara on the outside of the gag, “I feel it helps patients to understand their predicament. When they fully appreciate what is in store for them they accept it.   
  You will be kept in a layered punishment discipline hood no ability to see, hear, smell or taste. You will be experiencing an extra large gag to keep your silly mouth shut. You will wear a posture collar, mittens and a straitjacket. On top of that jacket you will wear a reinforcement jacket. On top of that a chain-subjugation harness. To keep you under control, a discipline plug diaper and a set of shackles with thigh bands, knee locks and ankle shackles with rigid connectors and toe cuffs will be fitted then you will enjoy twenty four hour confinement in a padded room. I hope you enjoy. Of course, if you behave well during therapy I might be willing to let you a little slack but you’re going to have to please me, if you don’t then I can hook you up to some machinery that will keep you entertained.”

  The doctor’s right hand squeezed Lara’s chest through the jacket as her left hand stroked Lara’s thigh. Lara could see it in the doctor’s eyes-she liked to have women restrained and at her mercy regardless of the circumstances. The prisoner could see with clarity that she was little more than a trophy to this doctor, something to be kept bundled up under lock and key-to be taken out once in a while for the doctor to brag about her famous dangerous patient, ‘See how dangerous she is, what we have to do to keep her under control!’
  The door swung open and two Amazonian nurses in tight white tops that sunk to show a generous amount of cleavage entered. They wore short, tight skirts, white stockings and sensible little shoes. Both wore cruel, sinister smiles-they seemed to like their jobs. 
  They arrived with lots of equipment bundled into two big canvas bags that were currently propped on top of each other on a wheel chair. The wheel chair looked formidable with sets of straps and restraints. Lara was sure that her imminent future would not be very much to her liking!   
  They started to open the bags and remove various bits of metal, rubber and canvas much to Lara’s dread.
  The doctor pointed at Lara;
    “Put that mad woman away! Give her the full works, no mercy!” She turned and walked out of the door and the two nurses wore sinister grins as they approached their patient-they both seemed to understand the term ‘the full works’. They checked Lara to make sure that the muscle relaxant was working and she was nice and compliant, running their hands between her legs and twisting her nipples through the jacket, seeing almost no reaction from her. As soon as they were sure that she was no danger the two women started to un-strap her from the couch. Lara had been in the same position for hours attached to the padded wooden table. She took a deep breath-it was good to have a little less restriction on her body even if it was just for a moment.
  The ankle cuffs were gone in a second, unbuckled then the jacket’s sleeves were being released from behind her as she was left in a sitting position on the couch. Her limbs fell down by her sides, useless dead weights of no help to her after her long confinement and the drug. 
  It felt good when the crotch strap was finally released. For what seemed an eternity it had been so painfully tight. Lara blushed, she realised that she was completely naked underneath the garment as it was un-strapped and pulled away. The canvas rubbed against her sensitive nipples-they had not allowed her the basic dignity of underwear and it was unlikely to improve any time soon.
  Lara felt a tingle in her limbs, they had not given her much muscle relaxant and it would wear off very quickly she just had to find a way to extend her time out of restraints, anything. She racked her brains for anything that she could do to delay them. One of the nurses put her hand on Lara’s bottom and gave it a squeeze. Lara looked into her eyes and the nurse bent down and kissed her on the lips while squeezing her breast. Lara tried to return the kiss but the nurse quickly broke off laughing the nurse was not impressed! The second took her turn kissing Lara, squeezing her breasts, both of them seemed to be very dominant lesbians who liked to take advantage of the patients.
  One of them brought out a pair of rubber mittens. They were made from thick, heavy black rubber with laces and a large heavy strap on each mitten. A nurse took her left hand, the other took her right. Lara’s nails were cut right back so that they were very short, they were not planning on removing the mittens any time soon and Lara felt her hands slowly swallowed up. The mittens were heavily padded with some sort of layer of dense foam and they were quite small. It took a lot of effort for the nurses to pull the mittens on her but quickly her hands were immobilized inside them right up to the middle of her arm, below her elbow. The laces were drawn tight until they pinched around her limbs crushing her hands in a powerful grip. They were pulled a bit tighter then knotted. The staff went as far as adding super glue to the knots, no chance of escape! 
  The zip was drawn up to the end of the mitten in the opposite direction to the laces then a strap was pulled tightly over the zip and buckled shut around Lara’s wrists. Getting the high security mittens off would be an amazing feat but Lara was sure she would not be given the opportunity.   
  The two nurses took a minute to run their hands over Lara’s naked body growing bolder in their fondling and squeezing with the mittens in place. They then held out a huge three and three quarter inch ruby red rubber ball-gag. There was a hollow feeding tube emanating from the centre of it. 
  Lara was used to this set up from the previous three days, she would be unlikely to get a say in her diet or meal times! The gag she was currently wearing must have been two and a half inches she didn’t want to try this monstrosity but she would be given zero chances to decline!
  As soon as the old gag was roughly pulled from between her jaws, the new monster was forced behind her teeth, it was agonizing to find her jaw pulled even further apart, her lips wrapped around the massive piece of rubber. 
  The straps around the ball were vulcanised-very thick and heavy. One, buckled behind her head while another was buckled under her chin. A heavy leather Y shaped strap went over her head and connected to the back. They were all pulled tight, forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball.

  Then they brought out a straitjacket. Lara looked at it in dread. It had been heavily modified and would make the one that she had previously worn look rather flimsy by comparison!
  It appeared to be a Posey straitjacket, extra small and had been lined on the inside with some sort of rubbery material. Lara could guess that it would soon glue itself to her sweaty body and it would cause her immense distress simply from the heat! There were more straps than usual down the back of the garment and the waist had been tailored to be very tight. 
  The arms looked like they were designed to be secured behind her body and all in all it looked like an implement of hellish torture but they had even more fiendish items in both bags. They put talcum powder into the jacket then started to work it over Lara’s helpless form. The arms were a tight fit and the mittens barely fitted into the sleeves. Lara felt the rubber against her breasts it was a strange sensation, there seemed to be bumps and lumps. After a few hours of being trapped inside it she was sure that the rubber would help to drive her a bit mad...
  The canvas and rubber creaked as the straps were drawn tight one by one. Eventually Lara thought that there could be no more give in her body as she was forced to take shallower and shallower breaths with each passing minute. However, the nurses kept working on the straps getting them tighter and tighter, occasionally stopping to squeeze her bottom. The jacket soon had a death grip around Lara’s fantastic curves. She made muffled squeals into her gag as her arms were twisted behind her body. The straps were fed through loops then buckled in place tightly in-front of her. 
  They yanked on the arm strap until Lara’s arms practically disappeared behind her back using a sturdy padlock in front of her to guarantee the straps remained in place. She stood no chance of getting this tight jacket off yet they seemed determined to make her predicament even worse. Lara noted that they had not done up the crotch strap she dreaded to think what was going to come next!

  One of the nurses had a pair of rubber gloves and she started to smear a disinfectant around Lara’s crotch taking her time to fondle Lara. Then she pulled out a long thing piece of rubber. Lara’s eye’s filled with puzzlement then dread as she realised that it was a catheter. Her body was too weak she couldn’t resist. The tube was inserted inside her there was a little fiddling a bit of pain it seemed to inflate at the tip, but mostly a strange unsettling feeling, Lara made a sound that was not quite a wail not quite a screech of indignation, Lara felt a single tear roll down her cheek as the nurses brought something else over.
  It looked like a white pair of rubber knickers but nestled inside it was a gigantic ridged plug-part of the garment itself, not just an accessory. One of the nurses pulled the rubber knickers over Lara’s feet and worked them up her legs. Lara was completely helpless to resist as then got closer and closer to their destination. Lara could feel the size of the plug push against her. It was not called a discipline plug for nothing! She was rolled over, thankfully they used a little bit of lubricant before working the plug inside her bottom but it was degrading and huge and quite painful. The catheter was passed through a hole on the side of the rubber underwear the plug had a tube connected to it Lara could see that they were offset to the right side that probably was so that the crotch strap would not interfere with the use of the catheter and the plug they had even fewer reasons to release her.
  The nurses then advanced on her with a big syringe. It must have held half a litre maybe more full of some blue green liquid. Lara tried her best but her muscles were still quite effectively paralysed from the muscle relaxant. The nurses connected the syringe to the catheter and injected about a third of its contents into her bladder. Lara could only guess that it was some sort of soap suddenly she was trying to squirm in her restraints her bladder uncomfortably full. The nurses giggled and clamped the line shut so that there was no possibility of relief. Lara was flipped over and the syringe was connected to the tube from the plug and she was given her first taste of a punishment enema. 
  It was a strange and unpleasant sensation to feel full and helpless, humiliated utterly, unable to do anything about it. The nurses used a second syringe full of the soapy liquid then a third and finally a fourth before clamping the seal from the plug shut.
  Lara was trying to hold it together but with this further indignity a second tear rolled down her cheek. The nurses then threaded and tightened the crotch strap of the jacket putting unpleasant pressure on her crotch and bowels pushing the plug further home. When the crotch strap was so tight that Lara thought they were trying to cut her in half the nurses mercifully stopped pulling, locking the strap in place with a metallic click. Their hands travelled over her bottom and thighs, feeling the tightness of the restraint.

  A few moments later they disappeared into the bag of restraints and removed something that they had referred to as a ‘reinforcement jacket’. It was made of thick brown leather rather than canvas. Lara remembered something called a transport jacket. This looked like one of those except it was made of heavy leather and had laces on both sides. On its left and right it had two very heavy leather crotch straps. 
  The two nurses pulled it over Lara’s head and worked it down over her chest, taking several minutes to apply the tightly tailored garment. It was already very tight without the laces being tightened at the sides. The overall effect as they applied it was like some form of sadistic corset. Lara was very nervous she could anticipate her quality of life very quickly diminishing with each additional restraint. The two crotch straps were buckled painfully tight, digging into the flesh of her thighs and buttocks then the two nurses started to pull the laces tight, working on one side then the other Lara was pulled left and right left and right. 
  The leather grew tighter and tighter like a second skin, showing every curve of her body erasing the outline of her arms and adding an unpleasant pressure to her stomach. She felt herself start to cry not just one or two tears then she found herself begging for mercy into her gag but the cannon ball sized piece of rubber did an excellent job of muffling her begging. The leather just got tighter and tighter no matter what she did, until they tied off the laces. 
  Not finished yet, the nurses used super glue on the knots and zipped two flaps over them making the restraint just that little bit tighter locking the heavy zippers in place with two clicks. 
  The two nurses paused to admire their work, marvelling at how tight Lara’s waist was though they were still able to knead her breasts through the layers of canvas and leather.

  They then brought out a bundle of metal chains that Lara swore she had heard them refer to as a Chain Subjugation Harness. A thick metal chain was quickly pulled tightly across her waist digging in to the leather around her tightly bound body. A network of chains crisscrossed her chest above and below her breasts crossing in the middle of the straining orbs, unpleasantly squeezing them through the layers of canvas and leather. 
  The entire set of chains was ratcheted tightly shut behind her back with some sort of wrench then padlocked shut behind her back, holding each and every piece of the sinister metalwork tightly in place over her body, crushing her over and above any other restraint. 
  Her belly resented the crushing force and she squirmed in pain and agony from the cruel compression. The other restraints acted as little more than padding to stop this chain digging into her body. Lara could feel the metal dig into her arms just below her neck no part of her body was free of the horrible pressure from which she had no way to escape! The chains disappeared between her legs in the gaps between the original canvas and the second layer of leather they were horribly tight. 
  Everything else might as well have been paper. Her torso was confined in a steel cage made from mercilessly tight chains crushing all resistance from the poor woman. One nurse licked her along her cheek she seemed to react to the scent of the bound woman almost like it was intoxicating...

  The nurses removed even more metalwork from one of the bags. A ridged set of ankle-shackles with a foot-long ridged spreader bar between them was clamped tightly around her ankles. They were heavy but even worse they had an integrated set of toe cuffs that were connected to the ankle cuffs. Her feet were pulled inwards and her toes were pulled up then locked painfully in the toe cuffs, contorting her feet into a strange position. 
  She stood practically on the edges of her feet! The idea of trying to run in these was ludicrous, even trying to shuffle was almost impossible! 
  She could feel the tendons in her legs already protesting. A long chain was connected from the shackles to the waist of the subjugation harness behind her back with a big heavy padlock. There was no hint of slack. 
  Tight shackles like some sort of U shaped bolts were then locked around her upper thighs, cutting tightly into them making most movement all but impossible. Her thighs had at most four inches of movement. Even more shackles followed, just below the knee biting tightly into the sensitive flesh behind the join into the muscle and sinew. Everything was locked to the chain and harness so tight that she wouldn’t be able to move unless her captors wanted her to. 
  The nurses seemed to have timed it perfectly-only now were her muscles recovering. Lara could feel every bit of her tight, cruel confinement. It dawned on Lara that after six months of this, hell a few hours of it she would possibly do anything the doctor wanted her to do, say anything, believe anything and the nurses were still nowhere near finished but they did take a few minutes to prod and tease her some more.

  Lara struggled against the restraints now in earnest but with so many layers she really had no chance! The nurses laughed and bundled her into a wheelchair she was strapped in and wheeled out of the office and down a long white corridor. 
  Turning, they entered a long corridor filled with doors, one next to the other. The nurses stopped at one room labelled Ward 12B and cackled as they unlocked the heavy door to show Lara the room inside which seemed to be a larger hallway leading to a good number of tiny doors. She could see one open, a tiny padded room was inside each one. They did not seem to have enough room to stretch, they were more like a cupboards and Lara wondered how many other poor restrained women were here, what more they could possible do to her? She did not have long to wait.
  The nurse kissed her on the forehead then pushed a pair of fat, waxed ear plugs into her ears. They muted most sound. The nurses showed her a tiny, thin rubber hood. Lara tried to resist but they pulled the hood over her head. The tube from the gag went through a small hole in the front of the hood and Lara panicked as rubber nasal tubes were fed up her nose. 
  She tried to breath but she could not, the tube seemed to go on and on. Then sweet air, any air returned soon but all she could smell was rubber. Quickly the nurses adjusted the hood. 
  Lara could just make out a bit of colour though the thin rubber but it was over quickly. The nurses pulled a second hood over the first, this was made of thicker rubber and took quite a bit more effort to apply. Lara’s features had all but disappeared with only a hole for the feeding tube and two nasal holes for her to breathe through. They used some sort of metal hook to pull the thicker tighter rubber hood into place. 
  There was a ring at the back of the hood that the hook fed through then they could pull down forcing the second rubber hood over the first. Finally a big, thick, heavy hood made from leather was pulled over her head as a final layer. 
  The ridged leather was tightly laced at the back then the laces knotted. A cover zipped into place heavy leather reinforcing straps were pulled shut over the hood forming a web of tension tightly over her eyes, mouth and around her neck.
  Lara panicked and bucked all the while, having almost no effect on stopping the nurses doing their job as they applied a cruelly-tight posture collar to her neck removing the last bit of movement.

  A hand landed on her round bottom smacking her hard and Lara squealed in indignation into the gag at her horrific treatment and squirmed against her bonds. It was so humiliating! 
  She tried to fight and resist but she was quickly pulled to the floor. One nurse sat on her and started to paddle her buttocks like a pair of bongo drums while the other nurse started to tickle her feet!
  Due to the locks around her toes, Lara couldn’t even hope to move her sensitive feet out of the way. Soon she was manically giggling and sobbing into her massive gag. Her torment seemed to go on and on for maybe half an hour it was hard to tell. 
  Finally, when the nurses had had their fill they dragged her to her feet and pulled her over to a wall. A door was unlocked then opened revealing a padded space beyond, not that Lara could see it at all!
  She was roughly folded into a ball, knees against her chest and ankles tight against her spanked bottom then she was unceremoniously pushed into the small padded space, ‘room’ was too grand a term, so was cupboard-it was more like a box, a padded cage-a prison for one. 

  One nurse held her in position while the second pushed the door closed. Just as it was about to shut the second nurse pulled away quickly so her hand didn’t catch on the heavy door. 
  It was pushed shut with a slam and several clicks as locking pins engaged into the frame around the thick metal. It was padded on the inside of the door and this padding pushed into Lara’s body from every direction helping to keep her immobile, in place. 
  The tiny room was so small she couldn’t unfold, she couldn’t even move! It was so tight it was like they had tailored a prison exactly to her dimensions! Maybe they had built up the layers of padding so she couldn’t move?
  Lara believed that there might be a little ventilation, they didn’t want to leave her to suffocate that would be too merciful-the nurses didn’t seem that kind. They joked but she didn’t hear them as they indicated that they would be back in eight hours to drug her, force feed her and give Lara a top up on her enema. There would also be copious quantities of spanking, groping and tickling in Lara’s future...