Private Treatment
Ó 2021 by Bob2300 (deviantart.com/bob2300)
Edited by Dannysuling (deviantart.com/dannysuling)

Jane had a whistle on her lips as she stepped out of the shower. Her entire body, from scalp to toes, felt comfortable and relaxed. As her limber feet pressed on the cold tiles she shivered, then took a quick couple of steps, grabbed a big fluffy towel off the heated rail, and began drying herself off. A moment later, she cast the wet towel away and grabbed a second, smaller towel for her hair. She wore a relatively short hairstyle, so it didn’t take her too long to dry it off as well. Still, she wrapped the towel around her head to prevent any stray dripping from reaching her carpet as she stepped off the tiles. Then she left the en suite bathroom that connected straight to her bedroom.

She was immediately startled to find that she had an uninvited guest watching her from across the room!

Jane was a very athletic woman, standing nearly six-foot-three. She had a body well-sculpted by her dedication to both yoga and Pilates—the proud owner of shapely legs, toned abs, and taut round ass-cheeks. Her breasts were firm and round due to a gift of natural genetics. She was quite buxom without the need for any support or intervention. Her nipples were quite large and perky, and exposed to the air they became quite pronounced. Her bobbed hair consisted of short-cropped red tresses, contrasting nicely with her ice-blue eyes.

Right now, those eyes looked across her bedroom in surprise. A woman sat on her bed, grinning as she watched the show Jane was putting on. Immediately Jane panicked, lowering the towel to cover herself up. It was not a very large towel for covering up all her assets, and it just barely managed that task.

The woman sitting on the bed admiring her was dressed in a nurse’s outfit. She wore shoes with a good bit of  solid heel, a skirt that was a bit too short, and a white blouse that was a bit too tight. She was clearly a very shapely woman, about about five-foot-three without any heels. She was not trying to hide the fact that she liked the view presented to her.

Jane reacted angrily to the presence of this intruder, a risky thing to do. “What the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you get into my house!?” Then she paused. An eerie, unpleasant thought suddenly came to her, and she felt nerves in the pit of her stomach. “I passed that psychiatric evaluation, the one that the company made me do … All I did was raise my voice to the client … I wasn't serious about that threat”!

Jane took a step back, and the nurse stepped off the bed and grinned again. “My name is Nurse Melissa—or Mel, if you wish. Your door was not locked, at least not substantially. As to your test results, the papers were critically reviewed at the direction if your companies HR department. We made a tragic mistake overlooking your irregularities. You need to be committed for the public good, and I was sent to fetch you back, properly bundled up.” She patted a bag on the bed that was partially open and full of items that looked heavy and solid.

Jane stood still, dumbstruck for a moment. Then she pulled her self together and practically snarled, “Get the hell out of my house!”

The nurse didn’t look ruffled at all. Instead, she moved with surprising speed. She was suddenly next to Jane. Her foot shot up impossibly fast. Jane had let her get far too close, and now found herself on the floor, the toe of the nurse’s shoe pushed against her temple, her right arm twisted and held in the nurse’s hands. The limb was contorted and turned almost at the breaking point.

Nurse Melissa looked down and cooed, “It will be far worse for you if I have to come back with police and orderlies to enforce this court order. Not that I really seem to need them. Actually, you’re rather…what’s the word, the right word …pathetic. I suspect that you probably like being dominated and humiliated. So, really, I’ll be doing you a favour when I bind you up nice and tight and take away all those annoying little decisions you’d otherwise have to make on your own.”

Jane had been cracked pretty hard by the intruder’s initial kick. Her vision seemed to be blurred as she tried to look up, and she didn’t think she could stand up, let alone put up a fight. Her next words held no weight. “P-please ...please don’t do that. You don’t need to tie me up. I will submit to anything…please don’t.”

Nurse Mel let go of her arm, looking down at the woman on the floor. “Good girl, you know your place.”

After the nurse released her arm, Jane tried to scramble back to her feet. But she misjudged the state of her consciousness and ended up on her hands and knees, the room spinning around her. She again tried to stand, getting to her feet this time, but was swaying about. She felt giddy and dizzy, and almost fell back over again. She looked down at her naked body and blushed. 

Nurse Mel walked closer, taking in every inch of her patient’s well-toned physique, every curve of her smooth body. “I enjoyed the view in the shower, and now I need to prepare you for your ongoing treatments.” The nurse’s hand curved round her staggering patient, giving Jane’s ass a good hard squeeze. Jane flushed red and tried to reach out for the towel on the floor, but the nurse growled at her as her fingers brushed it. “Drop the towel. All prescribed restraints are to be administered with you entirely naked. All therapy is to be administered with the patient naked, and sometimes your nurse as well…for therapeutic reasons of course.”

Jane looked over to the nurse, then to her closet, and begged her for some leniency. “Please let me put some clothes on.”

Nurse Mel didn’t like to be disobeyed. Before Jane even realised what was going on, the nurse had her on the bedroom floor. The taller woman found her head trapped in the crook of her assailant’s folded knee, and the nurse was applying a terrifying amount of pressure, swiftly bringing the patient under her complete control. Jane couldn’t get a breath of air. She was gasping, her hands weakly trying to pry the nurse’s legs apart as she felt herself blacking out. Utterly terrified, all resistance fled out of her. Then, before she could really react, the nurse stood up again, leaving Jane gasping on the floor.

She must have reached for it, as the towel was still clenched in her white knuckles, The nurse gestured at the towel and instructed, “No, now drop the towel!” Her tone was as if Jane was a dog, Nevertheless, Jane dropped it and scurried backwards, her eyes big and round and fearful.

“What are you going to do?”

The nurse gave her an evil, sadistic smile “I’m going to restrain you. Naughty disruptive patients need to be tightly and thoroughly restrained, so that they can’t hurt anyone—including themselves. This is in your own best interest, even if you don’t believe me. Really, I am doing you a favour.” The wicked smile could be seen even at in the corners of the nurse’s lips.

Jane had been floored twice, now, and she felt nervous, dizzy, her breath choking in her throat. It was so hard to breathe. “Please…don’t hurt me”!

The nurse moved over to the bag, ready to delve into its depths. “I assure you that this is for your own good,” she repeated. Of course, Jane didn’t believe her, but considering how woozy her head was she didn’t think that she had a vote that counted. Still, she tried to retain some dignity. She looked at the bag. “Can I please get a hospital gown or something?”

The nurse whirled on the spot, and her voice made Jane shrink in fear. “Categorically—no! Mental patients of your category don’t get any clothes. Just restraints. Besides I like how you look this way.”

Jane blushed again. But she didn’t resist or refuse the nurse’s orders. She nervously anticipated what was to come next. “Are you going to put me in a straitjacket?”

Mel was grinning like a cat playing with a toy as she unzipped the bag further, removing some hi-tech-looking mechanical straps, one by one. “No, I am going to use these, according to your doctor’s orders. You will obey and we will make you better.”

There was a disturbing authoritarian tone to her voice, and Jane found herself lowering her head, avoiding eye contact. “Yes, nurse.”

The nurse seemed to practically growl, “Put your hands behind your back, turn around, palms together.” That threat lingered in her voice, and the thread of fear running down Jane’s spine prickled. She looked down at her feet and did as the nurse instructed. But she didn’t move fast enough. Jane was suddenly and violently pushed face down on the floor and the nurse straddled her back, pinning her arms uncomfortably in place with her body weight.

Jane all but whimpered into the carpet, “Please…you don’t need to be so heavy-handed.”

But her arms were already being bound, and the nurse took sadistic glee in explaining her predicament to her. “Yes, I do. These are Kevlar titanium straps with a rubberised coating. They have a ratchet-clip mechanism on the end. Once the ratchet gets to a certain tension it clips the straps together, then disengages, leaving no way to remove it. It’s very clever, as it also shears off the excess strap material. Neat, isn’t it? The clip and the ends all fuse together, so that we need special tools if we ever choose to remove them.”

Jane felt the panic rising in her stomach as a thick, rubber-lined strap was tightened around her wrists behind her. It was followed by another below her elbows, drawing her arms uncomfortably close together. A third strap looped above the elbows, and then a fourth in the middle of her biceps. Each one gripped her flesh tightly, digging in painfully. She had no chance of freeing herself from any one of them.

Jane was on the verge of crying, her eyes misting up. “Please, it’s paralyzingly tight…please, this hurts….”

Nurse Mel, on the other hand, had absolutely no mercy, as she fastened the straps so that they were all as solid as a rock. The mechanisms worked: the two ends linked together, the excess falling away and hitting the floor when the tension was tight enough— punishingly tight for Jane. The nurse demanded that Jane open her clenched palms. She grinned as the patient complied, then continued to immobilise the young woman’s attractive body by strapping her palms together. This last strap was a lot thinner, but still paralyzingly tight.

As her palms were welded together, Jane was pushed into the carpet. She whimpered pitifully, “Please don’t…no more…my hands…I can barely feel them.”

The nurse pulled back for a moment to watch her prey testing her bonds. Jane tried to wiggle her arms. She tried to get even a small bit of movement out of them, pulling and jerking her limbs futilely, testing her implacable restraints. But, locked in place, they did not separate. Jane was terrified that she would never have any hope of escaping her bonds—especially when she twisted around, looking down to the floor and spying the excess strap material that had sheared itself off and fallen. There were no locks to undo, no buckles to release; the straps being used to bind her were now fused together, loops of crushing punishment around her flesh that she could not abide, yet could not escape from.

The nurse had used her patient’s observation time to prepare. Now she returned to Jane after rummaging in her bag, and displayed several rolls of thick rubbery tape—some broad, some narrow. The nurse sat down on Jane’s back and grabbed her patient’s wrists. “You have no concept yet of being truly uncomfortable, so let me educate you. This is thermo-morph tape. When it is applied it is fairly plastic, but then it merges with itself and hardens and shrinks oh so very tightly. You might notice a bit of a burning sensation as the adhesive sets and bonds with your skin.”

Jane knew instantly that the nurse was going to be sadistically thorough. She felt the sensation of tape being wrapped around her thumbs. “Um…is this...p-please don’t—owww!”

An authoritative hand landed hard on her bottom. Clearly, no amount of begging was going to stop the encroachment and entrenchment of her bondage. She sobbed and stopped herself from commenting further, as the tape was wound around again and again until her thumbs were welded together. She pulled, and realised she had no hope of separating them. Then each finger was individually wrapped to its corresponding finger on her other hand, pairing up each digit. Finally, the nurse switched to the wider rolls, and more tape was wound over everything, reducing her patient’s hands into one solid shrinking mitten. The nurse took a few moments to admire the effect with a critical eye to any needed improvements.

Slowly the edges of the tape seemed to fade, seeming to contract around Jane’s flesh. Then the nurse continued, as more tape was wrapped up her patient’s arms to just under her shoulders. Once…twice…three times! The captive’s arms were now held out at a ninety-degree angle from her body, forcing her face into the carpet. 

Jane was helpless to resist whatever the nurse was going to do to her. She lay there and sobbed into the carpet, her limbs paralysed in crushingly tight tape. She couldn’t resist as the nurse’s free hand briefly cradled her right breast and gave it a good, firm squeeze. Mel was enjoying herself, her patient unable to resist at all as she squeezed and tweaked the exposed nipple. The nurse braced Jane’s bound arms against her shoulder so that she had a second hand free, and a moment later she had a handful of both of Jane’s breasts while straddling her from behind, pinning her to the carpet.

Jane moaned in distress. “Oh!... Please, I will behave…please.” Now she truly began to panic, her breath short and shallow in her approaching hysteria. She had no use of her arms and digits, she was not able to get the straps off her limbs, and now the nurse’s fingers were locked to her breasts like a pair of alligator clamps. There was no chance of escape. She could feel the tape contracting around her arms. It might have been her own imagination, or perhaps the tape worked very fast, or perhaps it was a combination of the two, but the experience had become truly terrifying.

Mel, however, was quite pleased. No matter how much she twisted her patient’s nipples or squeezed her breasts, the woman pathetically struggling below her couldn’t make any impact on freeing herself. Happy that her patient couldn’t get free, she rose, her leaving Jane face-down and sobbing on the carpet, the tears rolling down her face.

Jane felt that her arms might as well have been cast in concrete, and she knew on some level that the situation was only going to get worse and worse. She tried to calm herself, to cease her sobs, to collect her thoughts. Then, still lying face down, she could hear something going on. She tried to twist around, but it was difficult with her arms so tightly bound. Still, in a moment she realised that it was the sound of something else being taken out of the bag,. Jane tried to turn her head around to sneak a peek what was to come next.

There was a sudden slap to the back of her head before she could even get a sideways glance. The nurse moved in a blur, one hand wrapped around her prisoner’s throat ,choking her roughly. The other landed heavily on Jane’s round bottom. Jane had no way to fight back. She couldn’t get a word out or a gasp of air. The nurse’s knuckles went white as she gripped her patient tighter, forcing Jane’s tear-streaked eyes to look forward. Meanwhile, Mel’s other hand had a good leisurely squeeze of Jane’s gorgeous, round rear. The nurse leaned in close to Jane’s ear, sniffed her hair, and ran the edge of her tongue around the lobe.

“Resist, bitch, and I’ll choke you out cold, then tie you up tighter anyway,” she hissed. Jane was allowed to take in a lungful of air. “Now, stay put and wait for your nice little surprise.”

Jane whimpered in response; she didn’t need to say anything more. She heard the clatter of metal and the creak of leather, which made her close her eyes and look down at the carpet. She silently wished that this ordeal would be over, but it looked like it wouldn’t end. A moment later, Jane felt something being yanked up over her taped-up hands and forcefully pulled up her strapped arms. She considered trying fighting back, but she knew she would be dominated just as easily as she had been a moment ago. Jane could feel the immediate tightness of whatever the horrible device was. As the nurse worked the material all the way to her upper arms, its edge was pressed under her armpits. She reflexively struggled a bit as the material forced her arms even closer together. She confessed to herself that, yes, it was still possible for things to somehow get worse! Jane could barely believe it. She begged with a puzzled tone to her voice, “Please…Nurse…it hurts…. W-what is this thing?”

The nurse’s hands stroked up the side of her patient’s bound arms. “It’s called a ratchet ‘armbinder’, made from the same Kevlar thread with titanium weave as the straps,” Mel replied, her words full of sadistic glee. “At this thickness, it could hold down an elephant. It is the standard procedure for high-risk patients.” She began to tighten the industrial steel lacing located down the back of the binder, a number of steel cables linked to a ratchet mechanism. Each ratchet twist made from a pull on the crank equalled a pull of the steel cable wound through the device. The mechanism drew her prisoner’s arms together tighter…and still tighter.

It felt to Jane like the nurse was trying to crush her limbs. She begged, “Please…. This…is cruel…. I can’t… feel my fingers.” She began sobbing again as her arms were mercilessly restricted.

The nurse suddenly grabbed Jane’s hair and, laughing, pulled her head back. “Just you wait,” she taunted.

Jane was crying and begging as the nurse worked the binder even tighter. She could slowly feel the last resistance squeezed out of her arms. “Please…nurse…my elbows…are in…agony….” She could feel them digging into one another, not at all a pleasant sensation. There was a creak from her back and a popping noise from her shoulders, as muscles she didn’t even know that she possessed were painfully twisted. She let out another loud cry. “Please…oh god…please, my shoulders…are on fire”! The nurse seemed to have finished the tightening at that point, and ran her fingers over the binder, enjoying the touch while her patient came to understand how futile it was to resist. Jane tried her best to appeal to a better nature that her tormentor clearly didn’t possess, her words punctuated with sobs. “Oh god…my arms…my arms are completely…numb. It’s like they’re dead weight. Please let me loose...please….”

Her cries for mercy and clemency fell on deaf ears. The nurse soon determined that the binder could be made even tighter, and she pulled the ratchet with both hands until, with a grunt and a very final sounding thud, the device made the adjustment. The nurse then locked the mechanism closed at the top, forcing Jane’s elbows to meet even more tightly and her shoulders to almost dislocate with the strain upon them. Jane could feel the effect on her body. It was making her chest seem far more pronounced, her back arching, her shoulders straining mercilessly as they were pulled back.

The nurse produced a screwdriver, and a moment later a couple of tiny security bolts were secured in place, securing the ratchet handle and tightly locking it to the armbinder. “It certainly is a good thing you’re a very flexible patient,” she complimented Jane, “or this might be too uncomfortable for you to bear…not that I really care, of course.”

Jane lay there on the floor as the nurse pawed and examined her naked helpless body. She strained to free her arms, but they didn’t move. “Please…” she moaned, “…how long…will I have to wear this?”

The nurse bent down and kissed her on the temple. “If you behave, perhaps a few months. Maybe a few years, though, if the doctors are more strict and feel you aren’t behaving. And since your stay with us is quite indefinite, it’s likely you’ll never be leaving. In which case,” she warned, “you might even be buried in it rather than us bother to release it.”

Jane considered the monstrous idea of being trapped in a mental institution for the rest of her life, of being held brutally restrained like this for years to come. “No! No, please—uh! Oww….” A muscle spasm stopped her begging. Jane gritted her teeth against the agonizing cramps in her shoulder muscles, and wished for a millimetre of slack or mercy. Ignoring the obvious discomfort of her patient, Nurse Melissa pulled an attached flap over the cables and zipped it up, completely covering the mechanism. She snapped a padlock onto the zipper at the top of the armbinder, cutting off all access to the cables and the flat handle.

She pulled her heavily bound patient up off the floor, using the armbinder itself as a lever. Trying to prevent the pain from the binder, her patient complied, and Jane stood up, meekly. There was a broken look in the poor bound woman’s eyes, as her full situation sank in. Melissa began whistling nonchalantly, acting out the part of a worker simply doing her job. She continued buckling and padlocking other straps that dangled menacingly from the restraining device. One especially thick strap came out from under Jane’s enclosed hands and wrapped around her waist, cutting into her flesh and framing her narrow waist even further by compressing her stomach muscles. Another set of torturous straps came around from the top of the binder, crossed over her shoulders, and was secured around her chest like a harness. The nurse tightened each buckle until the straps were all pulled deep into Jane’s  flesh. The unyielding pressure was giving the girl palpitations. She could almost feel her ribs being bent and crushed by the pressure from the straps.

The nurse got a good hand grip on one of the straps and gave it a harsh tug. Jane almost fell over with the force as it pulled her off her feet. The nurse looked pleased, “Well, that looks pretty secure, my dear mad girl, but I want the best for my patients, so I’m going to make sure it’s absolutely perfect.”

Jane could feel something hanging down from the end of the binder attached to the waist belt, it hung against her leg and she guessed it would be some sort of crotch strap.  Interestingly, or perhaps forebodingly, her nurse seemed to be disregarding it for now. Mel focused on Jane’s chest, attaching three more supporting straps around her patient’s immobile arms through loops on the outside of the binder. These were also buckled crushingly tight and padlocked in the same locations as the straps under the binder, where the captive couldn’t see them let alone reach them.

Then the sadistic nurse took extra care to pull the wrist strap as tight as she could before re-locking it. The name of the game was clearly ‘complete, cruel overkill’, in order to isolate her patient’s hands as much as possible within the leather single sleeve. The strap around Jane’s wrists was wider and thicker, designed to tightly pin the patients wrists out of the way, while still maintaining a torturous amount of pressure on them if they tried to struggle at all. 

One of Nurse Mel’s hands wandered over her patient’s breasts, casually squeezing and caressing them, while the second moved between her legs, two rubber coated fingers working into her patient’s tight pussy. “There, your arms are all done. How does it feel?” Jane squirmed a bit, testing her bonds. Even without the armbinder the tape and straps would have easily been enough. She had no way to escape the nurse’s sexual molestation, and the relentless pressure on her arms cemented her compliance. She could have tried to break out of the grip, she could have tried to run, but she was helpless beaten.

Jane’s next words were full of panic and defeat. “This thing is agony…. Please let me out…please!”

Mel watched her captive squirm as she twisted her nipples and her fingers aggressively drove deeper into the girl’s quickly moistening sex. Jane could barely do anything to resist as the nurse played with her like a toy. Happy with the results so far, the nurse was almost purring. “We’re not done yet,” she murmured. “Not by a long shot!”

Jane was dragged over closer to the bag of restraints. The nurse removed a stiff leather posture collar from the bag, clinical-white like the rest of the restraints. She quickly encircled Jane’s beautiful neck with the tight-fitting collar, even as the helpless girl attempted to wiggle away, panicking at the idea of that diabolical thing locked around her neck, throttling her into submission. “Please stop! Don’t choke me!” Jane begged, as the nurse buckled the collar in place with five straps at the back. The girl tried to establish some connection with the nurse by using her full name. “Melissa, ple—” But she was cut off by the snap of yet another padlock and a firm tug on the back of the collar.

The newly applied device was much higher in front than in back, forcing the patient to keep her head held straight, looking forward, her chin up, her head tilted back if she wanted to be able to breath properly. Unprepared for this new sensation, Jane felt a renewed sense of panic. She didn’t like the claustrophobic feeling that the collar imposed, pressing against her windpipe. She was terrified of asphyxiating if she let her head sag. The thing was rigid and heavily padded, and felt like someone had wrapped their hands around her neck and was squeezing tightly. Her weeping and sobbing continued.

The nurse stroked her chin. “Poor baby,” she cooed, like a frustrated mother talking to a particularly recalcitrant child. “You’re going to have to get used to wearing it. It’s part of the set, after all.” And then she added yet another strap from the armbinder to the top of the collar! Pulling it aggressively tight, then locking it in place, she ensured there would always be an even more sizeable amount of pressure on her patient’s throat, making her very compliant—a pressure that would increase if she squirmed to get free. She would literally be choking herself into submission. Not that it was likely at this stage that there was any fight left in her restrained patient.

Jane tried to calm herself down, She realized that if she were hyperventilating in the tight collar she would pass out, and the nurse would continue regardless. Nurse Melissa ran two fingers between Jane’s pussy lips and watched her squirm uncomfortably.

“Nurse, please…this could be…dangerous! Please…it’s too tight... Just please…take off…the collar,” Jane pleaded, barely able to get her words out. But she saw only sadistic determination in her nurse’s eyes. The shorter woman wasn’t moved at all to relent, and instead continued with her task, retrieving more supplies. She raised the fingers stained with Jane’s juices to her lips and licked them, while her other hand seized more items.

“You want out, sweetheart? Tough luck. I am afraid you’re already fully committed, and it’s my job to fit all your restraints properly,” she said, with a hint of annoyance. “And  along those lines, I’ve heard enough whining from you. Open your mouth.”

The patient looked with wordless alarm at the thing Mel was now manoeuvring towards her mouth. It was a very large, bright cherry-red, rubber ball-gag, three-and-a-half inches across—perhaps even a little larger! It had a tube sticking out the front of it that was likely meant for force-feeding a patient, and it was attached to an intimidating a harness of thick white rubber straps. Jane knew the nurse meant to shove that gigantic ball deep into her mouth, and recognized that her already uncomfortable arrangements were about to become unbearably worse. She took a panicked moment to wiggle backwards defensively. “Please…not…that gag! I don’t want to be gagged!”

The nurse moved aggressively forwards, and forcefully held out the gag. “Look,” Mel said, “ I have had enough of your talking. This is an integral part of your therapy program, understand? Right?” She reached down and picked something off the floor, Then her hand disappeared into the wicker laundry basket, and Jane realised what it was that Nurse Mel had retrieved: her discarded panties from just before she had a shower. To her consternation, the garment was united with another pair from the basket that were a week old. This was truly ominous.

The nurse grinned, reached between her own legs, and slowly removed her own sopping wet thong! She took all three pairs of undergarments together in one hand, reached for something else in her bag of terrors, then approached Jane with what looked like an odd pair of pliers that seemed more like a sadistic dentist’s wet dream. 

Jane tried to make one final pitch. “Please oh please don’t—Mmmphhh!” The nurse had her parcelled patient pinned to the floor, face up this time, as the pliers forced her jaw open. Suddenly there were two little spring wedges deep in Jane’s mouth, keeping her jaw in place and wide open. They were rubber-coated, and as they latched onto her molars Jane understood that she would not be able to get them out without the correct tools. It was over before Jane fully realised what had happened.

The assortment of panties were then balled up and pushed into her wedged-open mouth. Before she could protest, the ball gag followed, compacting the choking mass inside. Jane struggled to accommodate the huge ball into her mouth, on top of the fabric stuffing. Given its huge size, Mel had to push really hard until it finally popped in place behind Jane’s teeth. No strap or lock was need to keep it fixed in place, as it stretched Jane’s jaws way beyond their comfortable limits, jamming the intimate fabric into every corner of the captive’s mouth, and forcing Jane’s tongue up against the folds of intimate apparel. Combined with the soiled and wet underwear and the spring-loaded dental wedges, the enormous rubber gag humiliated and muted her and almost choked her.

Buckling and locking the gag in place were easy tasks in comparison to the insertion, and when the nurse was finished Jane’s cheeks were stretched enormously wide, her mouth forming a gaping ‘O’. The straps cut tightly into the sides of her cheeks and under her chin, and transitioned to an inverted ‘Y’ over her nose.

Melissa calmly pushed her trussed-up patient down onto the nearby bed. To test the gag, she subjected Jane to another session of groping and molesting, jamming three fingers of one hand into the prisoner’s wet pussy while clamping her hand with vice-like strength over the girl’s two rock-hard nipples. Not much sound emanated from around the gag, although from the look on her face Jane was clearly trying to protest the intrusion.
 
The nurse patted her captive’s head like a dog that had finally learned to obey the most simple command, “That’s better. Much better. Now I can finish helping you in peace.” She turned her patient over so that she was kneeling, legs spread, face down on the mattress. The nurse’s next move proved an effective test of the gag. Jane squealed around the silencing device in indignation as a long plastic catheter became the next thing Mel added to Jane’s predicament. The patient squirmed as much as she could as the fourteen-inch-long rubber tube was unceremoniously slid into her urethra until it found her bladder. Several pumps from the connected inflation bulb and the retention balloon was full, sealing it inside her bladder. A small clamp was added to ensure that no urine would leave her body.

Jane’s face reddened further at the humiliation, the tears flowing copiously now under and around the gag-straps. Next, Mel clicked something together behind her victim’s back. Jane knew things were becoming unbelievably worse, yet she could hardly object—mute, bound, terrified, and barely able to suck in enough air around the gag to remain awake. Mel slid something into place then started to position the last strap.

Suddenly, Jane felt something on the inside of the strap touch her anal opening. Something large and rubbery was nuzzling her asshole, right between her cheeks, boring between her buttocks. A plug—of huge proportions! Jane’s eyes went wide and round, her pupils dilating in shock. She squealed pitifully into the sound-absorbing rubber ball and the layers of panties wedged in place inside her stretched mouth. The gag was very effective at containing her protest as she lost her anal virginity. There was a sudden sharp pain as the device entered, the rubber membrane squeezing past her cheeks and continuing to slide deeply, ever so deeply, inside of her and up her rectal canal. It felt very uncomfortable. The nurse twisted it backwards and forwards, then slid it home without any further delay. Shock and a lack of air kept Jane from squirming, the gag muffling her screams, as the rest of the strap was pulled through and embedded deep in her ass crack. What felt like a large stiff rubber plug of some kind was now pushed deep between Jane’s ass cheeks, welded firmly in place.

Melissa was proud of how quickly she had managed to insert the giant butt plug into Jane’s stretched rectum. The cowering patient hadn’t been expecting it, and the pre-lubrication of the plug had obviously been the right decision. She pulled the crotch-strap under her patient’s body until it was snugly in place, then threaded the end through the front of her patient’s waist belt and pulled it tight. This forced the eight-and-a-half-inch-long and four-inch-wide plug deeper into Jane’s rectum.

A padlock larger than those already used on her other restraints completed this portion of Jane’s bondage. Any movement she made now would simply irritate her anus and rectum, and actually force the plug deeper and higher into her violated rectum. Indeed, after only a few seconds the intruder became quite painful and also extremely uncomfortable! Jane wanted desperately to escape, but Melissa was not interested in ending her activities yet.

Mel was wondering if her patient was squirming from her restraints or for the plug, so she retrieved yet another bundle of leather from the bag. She knew she was getting more excited the more she wrapped and encased her prey. In minutes she had the device pulled completely up Jane’s long, sexy legs. Working exactly like the armbinder, this sheath laced up from her ankles to the top of her thighs, with a cut-out allowing access to her crotch. Two thick straps secured the top of it to the waist-belt and linked to the armbinder at her sides, making it even harder to move, keeping all the restraints taut and linked together. The nurse tightened the steel cable winding through the grommets, then covered everything with a locking zipper-flap. Extra straps were fastened at Jane’s ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, and there were locks at all connecting points.

Jane suffered more unwanted attention as Mel groped her taut ass cheeks—not that she could do anything about it. Moving down to her patient’s feet, Mel pulled yet another strap down from the ankle strap, this one having several harness-like connections. This strap came straight down her feet until it reached her instep. A circular strap at the end then went around her arch, securing her feet together. The strap then continued down until a similar, though smaller, strap encircled her big toes. Finally, the remaining length of strap was pulled over the soles of her feet, threaded through another attachment at the underside of her ankle strap, cinched tight, and finally locked down. The tension on this strap pulled the patient’s bound feet into a severe pointed position, with a pronounced arch and barely any wiggle room. The click of another lock completed Jane’s encasement in the legbinder.

With a little tickling of her patient’s feet, Mel confirmed that it was tight and Jane had very little movement. Taking only a few seconds to admire the sight of her tightly trussed patient, Melissa then continued her relentless task, rising and examining her recumbent patient one more time. Jane squirmed in the momentary silence, glaring at her nurse over her gag in an attempt to convey her immense discomfort. She had been restrained with brutal efficiency. Every movement put pressure on her neck and caused whatever Mel had shoved up her ass to move around inside of her in a disconcertingly unpleasant way. She grunted unintelligibly into her gag, hoping her nurse would release her restraints by some degree.

“Now, now, my little patient Jane, You’re probably wondering about the butt plug that’s attached to your crotch strap and is now most certainly in place.”

Not liking where she seemed to be going with this, Jane groaned and tried to shake her head. The stifling gag effectively cut off most of the sound, while the plug shifted inside her from her sudden movements, causing her even more mounting discomfort. Melissa merely smiled and waited for her to stop fidgeting.

“Don’t bother squirming just yet, patient. I’m not quite through. I do feel you need some encouragement to become a good well-behaved patient. Now, excuse me for just a minute or so while I get your special ‘motivation’ ready.” She kissed her patient on the gag and walked out of the room.

In the two minutes she was gone, all Jane managed to do was wear herself out trying desperately to get free, straining at the impossibly tight bonds. As Nurse Mel returned with whatever it was she was going to use to break the last bits of her will, Jane’s struggles had merely confirmed that her arms remained welded together behind her back, her feet and legs remained immobile, the gag just as secure and muffling as ever.

Lying on her side now, facing the open bedroom door, Jane’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw her nurse, her captor, returning—and what she was dragging behind her! The nurse was wheeling a metal rack. But it wasn’t that which caused Jane instant distress. Rather, it was the two huge, sinisterly coloured enema bags hanging from the hooks at the top of the rack. Both bags looked completely full, one with something that looked like luminous blue dish soap with shards of ice floating in it, and the other with some sort of bubbling toxic waste that had a churning froth at the top. In fact, that bag looked ready to burst open as the plastic strained against its contents, clearly more than it was designed to take. Jane was sure that very soon she would understand that sensation of being stretched to the breaking point, just like the bag, and she was terrified. But she found that, despite her renewed determination to escape and protest, her restraints held her in place and her gag was just as formidable as before at silencing her distressed protests. 

Both bags had tubes coming out from them at the bottom, with some sort of blocky items attached. A closer look made Jane wish she hadn’t inspected them—they was some sort of motors or pumps. The second bag had an additional element like a heating coil that would warm up the mixture before it reached her. The tubes dangled down until they reached a Y-shaped connector that joined them into one stream, the end of which was firmly gripped in Mel’s free hand. As the rack was pushed closer to the bed, Jane was focused on the one bag that was considerably larger, fuller, and more menacing, as the chemicals inside reacted with one another, bubbling and fizzing like some mad scientist’s chemistry project.

After positioning the metal rack on the opposite side of Jane’s bed, the nurse locked its wheels down, then used some sort of vise clamp to connect it to the bed frame. Melissa retrieved another one of the items she had packed in her bag. She hummed softly as she rolled Jane over, despite her prisoner’s terrified and pathetic begging. Then the nurse attached the black rubber inflation bulb to one of two connection points sticking out from the crotch strap tightly embedded between Jane’s gorgeous butt-cheeks. Squeezing the bulb slowly, Melissa began to inflate the plug inside her patient’s rectum. Jane began flailing around as much as her restraints would allow in response to this new and highly unwelcome sensation. The nurse’s free hand squeezed Jane’s right breast as her other hand squeezed the bulb; Mel was really getting into this. A natural sadist, she looked like she was about to orgasm just from the torment she was inflicting on poor Jane.

The most unpleasant sensation began to invade Jane’s ass. The butt plug was expanding, inflating, getting bigger with every pump of Mel’s fist. Bigger...and bigger...and…oohhhhhh.... It didn’t stop, it just stretched her ass-hole further and further open. The agony and humiliation and proved to Jane just how helpless she was, as the plug parted her ass-cheeks wider with every rush of air into it. And deeper inside, the thick intruder probed further and further up Jane’s rectum, reaching for the entrance to her bowel, causing her to squirm involuntarily against its intrusion. Now it was getting really uncomfortable. Oohh...owww.... And now it was frankly truly painful. Her anus and rectum were throbbing agonizingly from the pressure that continued to slowly increase. Jane couldn’t believe just how uncomfortable it was becoming. Her asshole was burning as it was stretched enormously wide. I will behave! she told herself. I will submit! Anything…I’ll do anything to make it stop!

The nurse gave the plug a sustained pump, smiling at hearing an answering very muffled whimper barely perceivable around Jane’s huge ball gag. Yet another pump elicited a slightly louder whimper. The nurse seemed like she could do this all day, as she gave the bulb another hefty squeeze. This time, even the fearsome dimensions of the gag and its packing could not prevent a loud groan from emerging. For managing to voice her distress, Jane was rewarded with another pump. The bound woman beneath Mel was now arching her back as far as she could, while her round ass-cheeks slowly parted wider and wider, the pressure inside of her increasing with every pump, causing her plump ass to jiggle even more. While this was going on, Mel squeezed and twisted her patient’s nipples with her free hand.

There was a moan of effort, but not from the patient! The nurse had to put out some effort to squeeze the bulb again. Her actions had come up against a point of resistance from her patient’s acutely squeezed flesh. Of course, the patient answered with a cry of discomfort and huge effort, as more tears start rolling down her cheeks. She was going crazy. She had to get away from the pain being administered by this sadist. Yet no matter how violently she pulled, her arms remained welded together behind her. No matter how frantically she kicked, her feet remained encapsulated. No matter how desperate her howls of pain, the gag muted her protests to a whimper.

The next pump was accompanied with sudden violent writhing, as Jane’s desperate struggles to escape increased. The pressure was immense, inhuman. Alas, there was another pump, and the tears increased. Jane’s ass was clenching as much as it could around the growing, dominating plug embedded deep inside it, anything to try and lessen the shooting, cramping pain. The nurse merely smiled sweetly and gave the plug one final good hard squeeze. Pump!!

The loud moans turned into muted screams of intense pain.

Mel decided to leave things there. The plug stopped inflating, and Jane was left with her ass throbbing and full of rubber. It felt like someone had greased up a beach ball, then shoved it up her ass, like she had been reamed with a fire hydrant. Only then did she realize that she was panting hard, and she desperately needed to try to control her breathing or she would pass out. The anal plug shifted inside her rectum with every twitch and flinch from her bound body. Every creak of leather-against-skin forced the massive phallus between her cheeks to shift, twist, and somehow move deeper. Within a few moments she was already reduced to a mess of sweat, drool, and tears, and the enema had not even begun yet. The nurse celebrated the attainment of full inflation by playing with both her patient’s breasts and nuzzling her neck.

Jane knew she would do whatever the nurse told her to do…whatever it was. Her red, distraught, tearful face was desperately trying to shake back and forth as much as the collar would allow. She wriggled her bottom in a pointless effort to dislodge or even merely loosen the plug that was stretching her so terribly. In fact, Melissa had ceased after eighteen full squeezes, knowing the invader was at its maximum distortion. Tears were streaming down Jane’s face, as her canal was filled and stretched to truly punishing, agonizing proportions. She barely noticed the cruel twisting and pinching of her nipples, until the nurse returned her attention to the plug.

Clamping off the air-tube, the nurse removed the bulb and tossed it back into the bag, while at the same time retrieving the hose dangling from the nearby rack. She slipped its end onto the second connection point and twisted to the right, and heard a satisfying click as the two pieces locked into place via metal fittings built into each end. Melissa tugged the tube with all of her strength, testing it, ensuring it wouldn’t dislodge no matter how much her patient struggled and squirmed. The pull on the tube reverberated down the plug and punished Jane’s stretched body as it thrust and pulled against her abused, filled insides. Satisfied that all was in place, Mel walked back around to the other side of the bed and faced her sexy victim.

“Okay,” she said, “let me explain your current precarious situation. These two enema bags and their contents are going to serve as your initial education to asylum life. You will have to get used to enema play and punishment. The smaller bag—although I wouldn’t exactly call three quarts small—is full of crushed ice, strong detergent, and cold water. The ice-cold contents of that bag will drain into you, and with that plug sealing your butt, well...I’m sure you get the idea.”

Melissa stopped to watch her patient’s reaction, sliding one of her hands between her own legs and one between the patient’s legs. Jane was frantically squirming now, her painfully distended jaw working at the gag, voicing muffled grunts, the only sound allowed to escape her throat. Yet despite the pain and the fear, the way the nurse was played with her vagina she was still aroused.

Mel waited patiently for her patient to settle down a bit, then continued with Jane’s education.

“The liquid in your bowels will serve as both a treatment and, as your need and desperation increases, a little distraction. Now, consider the second bag as the other half of your treatment. The first enema is going to feel like a walk in the park by comparison, albeit it a very cold walk in the park. The first one will cool you down nicely. The second bag is filled with a heated mineral oil base, several melted down glycerine suppositories, and two bottles of over-the-counter liquid laxative. Another bottle-full is of a veterinary solution normally used on equines, and there’s another bottle of a heavy-duty prescription-only purge, and then there’s another of an industrial-strength enema solution. All of it reacts far more vigorously when heated. In fact, at this temperature it’s only safe to introduce into your body if there is something in place to cool it down to a reasonable level, exactly like those three quarts of icy-cold solution. Of course, what I consider a reasonable temperature and what you might consider reasonable might be very different.” 

Mel was now looking very excited by the prospect of torturing her patient even further.

The nurse held up an empty cardboard carton plastered with warning labels, “In addition, the second bag is full of scalding hot, bowel-busting, sanity-melting concentrated laxatives.” She looked down at Jane, a serious look on her face. “I wouldn’t recommend seven quarts of anything in your bowels, unless the treatment really requires it. But that’s what you’re going to be carrying inside. There will be three ice-water quarts to prepare the way, the foundation for your treatment. After you’ve already received all three, you will get four more quarts of what’s in the second bag.. Unfortunately for you, it’s doctor’s orders. You get the full course in one go, to get you up to speed. You’re going to feel like your guts are trying to turn inside out, poor little you. At first you will feel a little chill, then it will feel like I have shoved an ice berg up your ass and you will being shivering uncontrollably. Then there will be a moment when the second bag hits you and you will achieve a temperature equilibrium. Soon after that you will feel warm, and then it will feel like you’re in a sauna, like there is a boiling kettle right in the centre of your body as all these lovely chemicals react. You’re a very lucky girl.”

Jane broke eye contact, with her captor. She shut her own eyes for a moment and whimpered to herself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” the nurse said, rummaging in her bag once more. “I knew I forgot something.”

Mel pulled out another leather item and, walking back to the bed, she roughly pulled a thick white leather hood over Jane’s head. The inside was padded, with two gel pads for the eye sockets, She lined up the openings in the suffocating headgear so that Jane’s nostrils could accept two long, thick rubber tubes. They slid into her nose, cutting off her sense of smell and inducing more hopeless panic. The short rubber tube from the ball gag was fed through a hole in the hood, so that she could be fed without needing to un-gag her. The valve was one-way, so the patient had no option but to swallow. There was also a rubber pad on the muzzle of the hood to create a tight seal around the jaw, preventing drool from escaping—as it currently was in copious quantities. Once she was hooded, there was nothing Jane could do.

Mel laced up the back of the hood, tugging and pulling until it clung to every curve of her prisoner’s face, the bulge of the gag massive and obvious. She tightly knotted it in place, zipping a cover over the laces. There were several reinforcing straps built into the hood over the eyes, the mouth, and one that ran from under the chin over the temple that forced the jaw down even tighter on the muffling bundle. Each strap was pulled tight, adding to Mel’s enjoyment and Jane’s immense discomfort.

The patient’s world became very tiny. She ground her jaw around the gag, trying to lessen the distraction caused by the pain from her mouth being held open by the huge ball and the taste of her own undergarments mixed with her nurse’s. Unable to compress the ball even a smidgeon, Jane gave up and tried to ignore the ache, preferring to concentrate on the enormity of the enema about to flow into her, and on somehow trying to get free, as delusional and impossible as that prospect was.

She struggled with an animalistic primal desperation, but the multitude of straps served to hold her limbs so tightly together that there wasn’t enough movement to gain any leverage. All Jane had succeeded in doing was working up a sweat. Every part of her body ached: pinioned joints, stretched ligaments, straining muscles. A widely-stretched anus and thickly filled rectal canal. Her arms and stringently pointed feet were cramped from being in unnatural positions. Her jaw continued to feel as though it were dislocated. And, she was suffering from claustrophobia, resulting from the hood covering her face and the collar around her graceful neck.

There was the sound of a motor of some sort whirring away, and Jane knew immediately what it was, but was still unprepared. The frigid water hit her insides like a freight train, like the frost of a blizzard filling her rapidly. Jane reflexively tried to squirm away, but the nurse controlled her with an arm wrapped around her neck, making short work of that plan. She could feel her tummy going numb from the creeping cold, and she felt herself shivering. The cramps started before the bag was even empty, as the icy liquid went to work on her insides. Jane redoubled her efforts to escape as her urge to go to the bathroom became intolerable, as her intestines were stuffed with freezing water. But she couldn’t struggle loose of the nurse’s tight grip. Failing yet again, she tried to expel the plug, not caring what kind of mess she made. Once again, the girl was met with failure, as the over-inflated device held fast and the entire bag finished emptying into her bowel and colon in record time.

She was shivering as her core temperature dropped, and the nurse squeezed her and cuddled her as she felt that hyperthermia was not far away—perhaps an exaggeration, but the liquid was very cold and very unwelcome. The now violent cramping of her intestines made every further thought of escape impossible. She couldn’t gather her thoughts long enough between spasms to try any further pathetic tactics. Jane started thrashing on the bed. She no longer cared about the grip around her neck or the various pains she was suffering from the restraints. The pain inside her body was far worse. All the patient cared about was dislodging the tube. She did not give up, even after she heard the tell-tale click and felt the influx of even more fluid into her already distended belly.

The cold inside her seemed to become less, then was banished as the much warmer solution mixed with it, and for a moment her plight was lessened. Then the pressure and cramping finally took its toll, though, and she settled down as the four-quart bag with its terrifying contents drained into her. She felt the heat both in temperature and the burning chemical irritant as it flowed inside her. There was a horrific reaction taking place inside her body as the two solutions mixed. She felt her muscles spasming to expel the volume of water and chemicals, but the enormous butt plug stopped them from any elimination. Time quickly passed in agonizing waves, as Jane lay there, still fully restrained, delirious from the severe cramping, fullness, and nausea that ran through her, the uncomfortable warmth in her insides as the solution brewed away, percolating and prickling inside her guts.

All that time the nurse was cradling her like an overstuffed body pillow, while Jane screamed into her gag, again and again. Lying there helpless, her unbearable need for release overwhelming everything else, she imagined in wild vivid thoughts what would be done to her next. She realized that the nurse had an incredibly sadistic and dominating personality. Melissa’s hand ran over Jane’s bound body, pulling and prodding the restraints, and pressuring Jane’s bloated round belly framed by the tight straps. Jane tried to communicate her desire to be free, but all that came out was a miniscule, muffled, pitiful sound stifled by the massive layers of the gag.

Melissa worked one finger under the girl’s crotch strap and started to rub backwards and forwards over her patient’s clitoris, and suddenly Jane was squirming for a completely different set of reasons—not that with the tightness of the restraints she could really move much. Melissa’s other hand clamped down on Jane’s nose while her mouth worked over Jane’s sensitive breasts. Jane couldn’t breathe, and she bucked hard and helplessly against her nurse’s body. But just when she thought that she would black out Melissa released her nose, letting her breath again.

Two fingers delicately trapped her prey’s clitoris and slowly massaged that little nubbin of flesh, “You do kinda look really cute like that, so helpless,” taunted the sadistic nurse. She stopped working on Jane’s clit and began concentrating on her tummy, pushing down on Jane’s round swollen belly with both hands, inciting desperate muffled protests from the bound prisoner who tried to wiggle out from under her. Melissa smiled as she played with her captive like a mouse in the grasp of a cat.

The evil nurse grasped both sides of the leather hood and planted a kiss over where Jane’s bound, gagged, stretched lips would be. Her hands ran down Jane’s sides, briefly tickling her. Melissa smiled again as she rubbed Jane’s bound legs. “Seeing you like this is getting me so turned on!” she whispered to the captive girl. “If I wasn’t paid to do this, I would gladly be doing it for free.” Mel kept going, two fingers inside Jane’s hot pussy, then three. She smiled wickedly. “Yes, I can indulge myself. It’s not like you are in any position to object. And I won’t give you any opportunity throughout your treatment, either. Your lips are going to be wrapped around a delicious, suffocating, humiliating ball gag all the time.” Jane screamed again inside the hood. This was hell, and she had met the devil herself!

Eventually Melissa rolled her over and carefully disconnected the enema hose, making sure that there would be no mess. Her patient was securely bound, filled, and plugged for the imminent future, with no prospect of lessoning her torment by a fraction of a degree. She continued to play with Jane as the helpless girl tried to shift her bound body into a more comfortable position—not that such a thing existed in her current bondage. She wriggled around on the bed to get away from her tormentor, hopeless as it was.

“I think,” the nurse mused, “that we should take our relationship to the next level. You’re going to be a very committed little love doll. I will call you ‘Patient Sex Toy’, and you should call me ‘Nurse Dominatrix’!”

Jane did not like the sound of that. But she had no say on the vote, she just had to abide by the results. The dominatrix easily rolled Jane over and began to examine her body.

“Oh where to start!” Melissa wondered aloud. “That hood could be a little tighter…yes. a few tugs on the laces…there! And a few tugs on the straps….” Jane panic was rising as her impossible little private prison became even worse, her head squeezed even more tightly by  the leather hood. Melissa grinned. “I found a few new padlocks, too…. There! Nice and snug.” The dull final click of one padlock after another sounded, and Jane found the pressure of the hood pushing the gag even further into her mouth, to the point where the bundle of fabric deep inside almost began choking her.

Jane’s torments were far from over, however. Melissa apparently had a more tricks up her sleeve. She grabbed the hood once again. “Now,” she announced, “I can connect this strap from the back of the hood to the back of the armbinder just a little better…so nice and tight….” Jane began making the most pathetic sounds, as her head was pulled further back. The nurse stroked her head. “Yes, my lovely. You can barely whimper through that massive gag. You sound so adorable, too. I could keep you just like this forever, and I might! There is a little tube that feeds into the gag through the hood, and I can force-feed you without the bother of unpacking you.”

Jane realised quickly that this was no idle boast, as something was pushed into the hood and her gag shifted as the tube was deployed, touching the back of her throat. How it was navigated through the bundle of undergarments she was not sure but there it was. The thought of having to chew her own panties for months behind the gag was truly humiliating. The nurse’s thong was practically wrapped around her tongue, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Melissa stepped away for a few seconds, coming back with even more goodies to entertain her patient. “I have a few little accessories that I missed in the rush to get you all pumped up. I overlooked your gorgeous breasts the first time around.”

Jane immediately tried to roll away from Melissa to protect her breasts from whatever would be the next incoming torture. But it was absolutely futile, as Melissa easily pulled her back into place on the bed, looping wide rubber straps with little blunt steel teeth on the insides around the base of each of her patient’s prominent breasts. Melissa played with the quickly swelling globes. “These straps go round nice and tight, and these heavy nipple clamps will really add to the look I am going for.” The clamps had a lot of teeth, and Jane soon found herself writhing about as they were screwed tightly shut around the soft but turgid flesh of her erect nipples. Jane had to admit to herself the sensation was not entirely unappealing…until, that is, the nurse grinned and clamped them both even tighter! The tips of Jane’s nipples emerged from the between the clamps, bursting free only to be tormented and stimulated further with Mel’s tongue and fingers.

Melissa moved down, continuing to toy with her packaged prey. “Let’s get the cables on that armbinder just a bit tighter. It looks like you found some slack, after all.” The nurse put all her might into it as she tugged on the laces, much to Jane’s discomfort. “There! Now all that looseness is gone. While I am at it, let’s get all these straps tighter, too.” Jane wished that her arms would be released or at least her binder loosened, not that it was going to happen any time soon. “Your arms are locked beautifully, my lovely girl…so tight it must be sweet agony!” Jane certainly agreed with Melissa, but things quickly became even more disturbing. “Now,” said the nurse, “there is a little gap in your armbinder between your arms, but I have a solution. I have this fast-setting liquid rubber available. I can simply use this gun and inject it into the gaps, and it fills up nice and tight. It sets in a few minutes…and then we’ll be done!” Jane could feel the dribble between her arms, then the heat as the liquid gelled. How would she ever get free?

Melissa continued with her appraisal of her restrained patient, working one finger under the crotch strap…then two…then three. “Well, look at that. I bet I can get this crotch strap two notches tighter!” The pressure of the crotch strap and her patient’s rhythmic squirming brought a smile to Melissa face. “You’re so wet down there, naughty girl…. Ah! There you go! Nice and snug. Patients aren’t allowed to orgasm, you know. I’m just going to have to keep edging you—day after day, week after week, month after month. After a few minutes, you’ll be desperately imagining what it will be like after a year”!

Jane could not believe it, as her bondage seemed to get more and more secure. She couldn’t imagine that there was any way to make the restraints more punitive. yet time and time again Melissa proved her wrong.

Right now the nurse was stroking her legs. “Oh dear, let me get the legbinder tighter.” Soon those straps and laces, too, received a similar treatment, as well as the straps around Jane’s feet, until she felt her muscles twitching involuntarily. Finally Nurse Melissa stood back and once again proudly observed her handiwork. “Well, there you go! You can barely squirm. But you know, let’s do one better.”

Jane told herself that at least the evil nurse was not sealing her lower half inside the binder, and that it would be removed at some point. But then, on the other hand, she realized that Melissa would have something else prepared to inflict on her in the future.

Jane was pretty sure that her predicament couldn’t get any worse, but predictably she was quite incorrect. She was promptly rolled onto her liquid-filled tummy, and the pressure and her duress became unbearable. Melissa grabbed hold of her patient’s bound ankles, and bit by bit Jane’s legs were pulled backward into place behind her ass. It was agony, as all her weight was slowly transferred to her poor tummy. Finally there was the click of yet another padlock. And through the hood Jane heard the nurse gloat, “There you go. Your ankles are now secured to your elbows in a nice, punishingly tight hog-tie.” But she wasn’t done yet. Another strap and few more seconds and it got even tighter. Melissa grinned. “Good, but not perfect. Your toes are now locked to your shoulders with this strap…now it’s perfect!” Jane had to agree. It was a perfectly hellish torture, and she had no escape from it.

Melissa got up from the bed again, leaving Jane to experience how soul-crushingly tight the hog-tie was. It had removed every remaining little bit of movement from her body. She could not shift or twitch in any meaningful way.

A minute later, the nurse returned to continue administering her patient’s medicine, with another addition to the cavalcade of sadistic punishment. “Now,” she announced, feeling her patients tummy, “let’s get you filled up with another little jot of hot soapy water, just to top you off and make you all snug.” She felt around Jane’s tummy as if she was judging just how much Jane could endure, and then push it that one step further. More racking spasms of agony filled the prisoner’s body as her bowels were inflated with more frothing soapy discipline. The nurse ran her hand over to the catheter and gave it a playful tug, which elicited a sharp tug of pain in Jane’s body as she was reminded of its presence “And I must not forget this as well.” And immediately more hot soapy water was invading Jane’s body—but this time it was coursing up through the catheter and into her bladder, and there was absolutely nothing Jane could do about it, as she was even more thoroughly dominated and humiliated. 

The nurse stroked her captive’s body directly above her swollen bladder. “Isn’t it terrible? You desperately want to go to the little girls’ room but of course you can’t. You’re all sealed up nice and tight, practically squirming around with just that little bit of soapy water inside you.” Mel tapped her fingers on Jane’s side. “Would you like to know when I’m going to let you relieve yourself? Perhaps I will connect your catheter to your ass plug, so you’ll simply fill yourself up again from the contents. Or maybe I will just fill you up a little more later. You’re not going to have any idea about when or how you will be allowed to relieve yourself. Isn’t that crushingly cruel?”

Jane was filled with desperation, made only worse by Mel’s taunts. She had an all-consuming need to release her sealed-up bladder. Her entire being was focused on this sensation, until eventually the rest of her tortured body’s distress slowly reasserted itself on her abused psyche.

Having her own body weight pressing down on her tummy was the worst part. Her bowels spasmed uselessly in protest as her torment continued minute after minute, as more warm soapy water began to distend her bladder and make her desperately want to pee. Her tummy was stretched like a beach ball. Meanwhile, the nurse alternated between cuddling and squeezing her. “Darling, your belly is so round, and you can barely twitch in these restraints. So perfectly wonderful!” Of course, things were far from perfect in Jane’s eyes, had she been able to see. But now she was resigned to suffer in silence. The nurse stroked her bottom. “You know, sweetheart, I could easily fill your plug up with liquid rubber and let it set. But I won’t do that…at least not right now. I have other little things in store for you in the future, but I won’t spoil the surprises. You’ll find out when the time is right.”

Melissa rolled Jane onto her back, and the bound girl utterly a heavily muffled sigh of relief. Melissa smiled like a shark and shrugged. She stripped off her nurse’s uniform, leaving her in rubber stockings and suspenders. Then she crawled across the bed, darting around the bound girl’s body until suddenly Jane was being aggressively spooned, their bodies pressed up against one another. What followed was more edging…and more…and more after that. Melissa traced around her captive’s bloated belly, her fingertips following the lines of the straps, exploring the bulging pliant flesh, using pleasure to mute the pain and transfigure it into confused frustration and more exotic but still unwanted discomfort.

“I am sure,” she whispered against her victim’s hood with her fingers still inside the captives body, “that after a few hours of me massaging that round belly of yours, you will be in an appropriately submissive frame of mind.”

Jane was completely terrified. Even now, right now, she would be quite willing to do anything to get out of this predicament. But as the nurse’s hands left her wet, wanton pussy and sunk into her distended, enema-filled tummy and water-filled bladder, she had no option to resist, as every part of her body was so thoroughly bound and controlled. Even if she thrashed around she would only choke herself into meek compliance, which seemed to be exactly what the nurse wanted her to do. To cause her to become an instrument in her own torment, through her own futile struggling against the cruel restraints.

Nurse Melissa spoke again, a dreamy sing-song quality to her voice. “Now, after a while, we can lace you into a nice rubber hog-tie sack. Then I can strap you down to a holding board, as you won’t so much as be able to squirm. Then together we’ll take that long ride back to the asylum. I’ll leave you to guess how I will amuse myself during that time.”

Jane knew that the answer would be at her expense. She would be cuddled and edged and teased until she was going mad, hour after hour of the seemingly endless road trip, with the nurses’ fingertips dancing over her flesh. And then she would be consigned to the security and seclusion of the asylum cell that awaited her. And all she could imagine was a future containing much, much more of the same, held forever at the point where pleasure could mitigate the pain, but never being allowed to cross that dividing line where the pleasure became overwhelming….

The End