Replacement Project
Edited by John Drake

  Halebrook Nursing School, was a collection of old underfunded and overworked buildings, the fabric of the structures was worn thin by time and a lack of budget.   
  Still, they were able to maintain at least the minimum teaching standards-many of their graduates were quite proficient psychiatric nurses. Valerie Stainbeck presided over one such building that looked like three Porta-cabins stapled together and covered in plasterboard by a half drunk contractor. She was in her early 30's a light shade of blond hair kept in a short bob, dressed in a white lab coat over a conservative grey dress that came down to below her knees. Black stockings and sensible black shoes were on her feet with no trace of a heel. She was entrenched behind layers of paperwork in a dull office with faded magnolia paint and sat behind a desk stacked high with miscellaneous papers,
  It was her job, together with teaching a few modules to assess student nurses’ presentations on a number of assignments. This had been very much left up to them to do as a credit exercise. Not that most of them needed it but it was added to the curriculum to encourage the students to show at least some basic level of initiative and some spark of creativity. That would potentially enable them to improvise in an unusual set of circumstances.
  She had not been particularly impressed by the last presentation where the two student nurses had tried to combine modern bandages with some sort of natural remedy. That resulting application allegedly made a patients skin heal fast promoted moisturization but also left you really itchy. In fact, the poor test subject had been scratching at the bandages so much that the enterprising pair of nurses had tied her hands behind her back with more of the same bandages at wrist and elbow to keep her from scratching and fidgeting. The poor little thing that had volunteered had ending up having to be gagged with her own gym socks and more bandages to stop her complaints. She had not given them a very high mark and the two nurses had decided they were going to blame their test subject and punish her accordingly, Ms Stainbeck thought she had heard something about stripping the test subject naked and wrapping her in more of the bandages, It was not her concern.
  The Assessor jostled her paperwork and found the right file. The medical school had a number of nursing students that had to complete various projects to get credit to progress forwards. In this case it was aimed at the middle of the grade curve. Those with the best results were not going to need the extra credit that the exercise provided. Those with the worst results, well they had other ways to motivate them to behave or drop out. If they didn't toe the line well they could pay back their student loan agreement working in the research and development wing and the quality assurance testing department of certain high security institutions. Poor girls, you would think that they would read their loan agreements more carefully.

  For those participating in this exercise, they had to have a research practical and evaluation component. They had to find a topic, usually a central topic and a back up to research then they had to do a practical exercise with whatever they found or concocted from their research. Then they had to perform an evaluation on the results of their practical exercise it was all viewed as equally important but something good in one area could easily compensate for something that was lacking in another.   
  Assessor Stainbeck adjusted her glasses and called for the next duo, pressing a button on her desk that activated the speaker in the waiting room beyond;
    “Nurse Graduates Janice Locke and Pauline Wylie, you can come in.”
  She waited a few minutes and there was the click of heels on linoleum. A single lean blond walked into the room. She was a tall drink of water with a pixie cut and a brilliant smile but the smile was a little too much as if she had her jaw wired in place.   
  The nurse nodded;
    “Good afternoon, Assessor Stainbeck.” 
  The assessor looked curiously at her, noting her name tag;
    “Nursing Student Pauline Wylie? Aren't there meant to be two of you taking this assessment, or has something happened to your compatriot, Miss Locke?”
  The blond smiled and gestured behind her;
    “Oh don't worry, Janice is just back in the waiting room. She is a little bit tied up at the moment. Just struggling with a bit of equipment and a few accessories. Don't you worry-you will see her in a moment.”
  
  Valerie Stainbeck shrugged indifferently. It wasn't the first time that she had a nursing student project where one of the team did the presentation and the other one acted as a glorified mule, whether they were carrying the equipment & slides or just holding up a display board. 
  She guessed that nursing graduate Janice Locke was probably a little shy and left all the talking to Pauline. Of course she mused, that could be wrong, Locke might be the more technically minded of the duo and she could desperately be trying to put their project back together. The Assessor remembered one recent project where five minutes before the assessment there had been a sound like a spring snapping and five minutes later the project had been wheeled in held together with super glue and duct-tape!
  She pulled out her pen adjusted the forms and looked ready to be wowed with the presentation. There was no hint of excitement in her face or posture. Not even a false sense of interest in her voice, she had seen hundreds of these projects over the last few months and she still had about fifty left to go including this one. She spread her hands open inviting Pauline forwards;
    “So what was your project again?” She asked absent-mindedly, even though the file was right in front of her. She was going to see how well the students presented themselves and she couldn't even bring herself to turn the page.
  Pauline grinned her smile a too widely. She looked nervous-the mask fell for a fraction of a second but the Assessor saw it quite clearly. There was hesitation in her voice;
    “W… well Ms Stainbeck. Originally, we were going to do something on the effect of different types of music. The Acoustic Evaluation Proposal-to see if it could influence a subject’s responses but we couldn't get enough volunteers for our test so we ditched that project.” The Assessor’s eyes narrowed. She sighed and drew a line through part of the file, not that she had bothered to read the original proposal in any great detail. The nursing student had a sheet of paper in her hand that she was holding a little too tightly. It had originally been neatly folded up but it was crinkled in her clammy nervous hand. She realised that she was holding it, took a step towards the Assessor’s desk tried to neaten-it-out then handed it over. 
  The Assessor looked at the new proposal document. They should have submitted it much earlier. Pauline Wylie started to speak again with a bit more confidence in her voice. She managed to put her hands behind her back so that her fidgeting was hidden;
     “So, instead well, we decided to do a project based on a review of the history of a particular type of medical treatment. We wanted to study the effects of some of the older correction methods so, we pulled one out of the historical archives in the library.” She trailed off, realising that she had forgotten something and while the Assessor skimmed over the proposal document. Pauline held up one finger. The Assessor nodded and gestured to the doorway.   
  Pauline bolted out of the door and a few seconds later she darted back in, a rather fat folder tucked under her arm. She came to a stop and in her hubris almost dumped the content of the folder over the floor of the Assessor’s office. There was a trite glance from Valerie Stainbeck and Pauline composed herself. She held the file out in her hands almost like a shield to hide behind. Her fingers gripped the overstuffed folder tightly and it gave her the reassurance to start talking again;
    “Between the two of us, we made a fair facsimile of the apparatus that was used in this treatment, though we got a little bit of help from a local leather-working artisan. We used it and documented the results to see if they had any medical or clinical validity. Then put the numbers under the scrutiny of a more modern scientific approach. With a refined and calculated scientific method to the evaluation.”

  Miss Stainbeck read the proposal in more detail and looked back at the thick folder. There was a flicker of interest from the Assessor. It appeared that they had put in at least a decent amount of effort. Though she was curious as to the type of old medical equipment that they had reproduced, she couldn't make out what exactly it was from the vague description of the plans in the research proposal that she was looking at... for all she knew they made a leather suitcase or a resuscitation practice doll. There was less of an irritated edge to her voice and a tiny bit of interest when she asked;  
    “What older methods are you referring to exactly”?
  Pauline pulled out a photo copy of an article from a medical journal from the middle of the file and deposited it on the Assessor’s desk;
    “Well, as this old publication put it, this device was used to calm down a young lady that had errant thoughts. At the time it was a very broad term that included some clinical behaviours and others that we would now consider to be rather mundane. You see, they would put a female patient into err ... what was referred to as a calming garment. It was basically a rawhide restraint they also called it a stiffening jacket, or as some called it a drying contraction jacket by some of the medical professionals that used it back in this time period.”

  Assessor Stainbeck looked confused, as she read the article it was peaking her interest;
    “I am not sure about that term, I don't remember seeing it any mainstream medical journals of the time.” Pauline would have to admit that the device had been used in a few of the more harsh medical wards by some of the more barbaric doctors on the very fringe of what was acceptable. She started to shuffle through the papers for a corroborating source, trying to explain it to the Assessor and let a bit of her enthusiasm for the project creep into her voice;
    “Well, they would put a disruptive little lady who had been rather naughty, who had brought scandal and impropriety to her community and place her in a rawhide straight jacket with a tight fitting hood that was just about her size when wet.”
  As she continued to explain it, the Assessor felt something sadistic stir in her heart and she was intrigued to hear more. She listened intently to a project for the first time all day, in fact all week. Pauline was very passionate as she described the medical procedure, she was very animated and her voice had a certain tantalizing tone entering it;
    “Over the course of a few days it would contract and stiffen as the rawhide leather dried out until it was rigid as a board and completely escape proof. There was not one documented case of a patient ever getting out of one of these stiffening jackets they became as solid as a rock after three days. With rawhide apparently, it can seem quite dry to the touch but there is still water in it and as that goes it will still get tighter and tighter”.
  The Assessor was sitting up in her chair, her full attention on the presentation. The student nurse was now wearing a sadistic even slightly lewd grin as she described the restraint;
    “The entire experience was really akin to a form of torture. The patient was kept blind, gagged and tightly bound. At first you would be able to struggle-not that it would do you any good but as the rawhide dried you would have less and less motion all over your body. Your waist would be crushed, your arms pulled tighter and tighter together, until you had no movement at all. The gag would be forced deeper and deeper into your mouth as the hood contracted. It would force your mouth to clamp down on the stifling gag muting any protest. You would feel the building pressure around you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, like you had been cast in plaster.”
  Valerie Stainbeck was now standing up, leaning forward at her desk-her hands resting on the desk and her thighs clamped tightly together. The student nurse had taken a couple of steps forwards so that there was only three feet between them they had an unbroken eye contact. Pauline grinned;
    “Now we wanted to see if it would actually have any of the positive effects that were claimed from the article. It could easily be that patients subjected to this would simply be so terrified that they would do whatever the doctor told them to do-that they would behave however they were instructed to rather than be put into the stiffening jacket again. Of course, there were a few exceptions of women who went back for a second go, they typically made the jacket smaller and even stricter to help encourage their speedy rehabilitation of course few ever went on to the third stage of correction.”

  The Assessor had started to move around the desk, she did still had a job to do! She raised her eyebrows and wondered if there was any corroborating evidence for the calming jacket, not just the one article from the medical journal;
    “When does this apparatus date from?” The blond smiled, finally finding the corroborating article from her stack of papers. She held up the copied source;
    “It comes from the Victorian era, I believe they used them in bedlam to calm down the society ladies who became a little unhinged,” she purred, “...there were also the occasional women who would not eagerly perform her wifely duties and the like, they used the drying contraction jacket as a way to encourage their performance.”
  Valerie pushed her blonde fringe off her brow, imagining such a jacket used to encourage an unwilling woman to perform with more enthusiasm. Though it was not attending to her wifely duties but something far more cosmopolitan. She wondered when nurse Janice brought in the jacket if she could see what it looked like wrapped around Pauline's young body. Pauline held up a copy of an old black and white photo that was rather fuzzy still you saw a rather terrified girls big round eyes and her rather tightly immobilized body though it was hard from the condition of the photo to see exactly what was restraining her so tightly. The Assessor eyed up the nursing student with the idea of recreating the photo, just for posterity. Pauline proudly held it up;
     “See this case, Miss Stainbeck-a Mrs Mildred Gribble, she was brought into the institution by her husband for nagging, lolly-gagging, gossipping and hot flushes. After a week she was considered completely cured!”
  The Assessor was now standing right next to Pauline looking over her shoulder. One of her hands was on Pauline's waist the other was tugging her own skirt into place. Valerie Stainbeck was getting into this little bit of history! She queried;
    “Do you have any more references, first-hand accounts and the like?” 
 The student nurse grinned as she pulled out another paper;
    “Lady Penelope Smythe suffered from an emotional episode and attempted to divorce her husband. He in return had her rehabilitated in a particularly strict two layer jacket for three months. After that she was released into his care to recuperate at home where he had a couple of maids under strict instruction on what to do with his wife, with her own personally tailored stiffening jacket in case she ever had a relapse...” Assessor Stainbeck eagerly pulled up a couple of grainy photographs and a hand drawn sketch of the incident soaking up all the information. She sighted it was a pity that some of the best parts of the image seemed to have a coffee stain over the top of them. Pauline Wylie found the Assessor pressed to her side, one hand slowly sliding around her waist. She kept going, pulling out more information, “According to the journal of one of the maids, the lady spent most of her time in the jacket...” Valerie squeezed the nurse a little tighter;
     “Her husband was that cruel to her?”
  The Student turned back with a seductive tone in her voice;
    “No, she actually rather liked the sensation of being helplessly bound and mercilessly controlled. She was the one that begged him to extend her stay at the hospital from a week to three months. She was the one that insisted the maids keep her nice and tightly trussed up most of the time!”
  Miss Stainbeck sniffed Pauline's hair;
    “I suppose masochism is a rather unusual side effect of such a procedure. but I guess not the worst that these treatments could do.”
  Pauline pulled out more papers, shuffling them into some sort of coherent order. She bit her lip and she could feel her pulse pounding faster;
    “We found some text on the construction of the jacket and there were diagrams and a cutting pattern.” She held up a folded up piece of brown paper. Pauline could feel the Assessor’s breasts pressed into her back and she could feel the woman's hand moving up higher from her waist, slowly moving up towards her bra. She faltered for a second as Stainbeck’s finger tips ran over her flesh then she rallied her composure and kept going with her strange presentation, “Well, as I was going to say, the hospital that first pioneered this treatment, they created packs with instructions for other medical professionals. We found a copy of one of these. There was a partial cutting pattern the left side of the garment, but you could flip it over and you had the right side of the garment. So, we think that was how it was supplied, probably to save some postage!” She giggled, nervously.
  The blond woman’s hand started to work its way around the bottom of Pauline's right breast, she had small but very firm breasts. She was having trouble concentrating as her own nipples were hardening. The Student was starting to feel rather warm herself especially with the Assessor so closely pressed against her;
    “It… it was created from a thick rawhide leather taken from a cow. We even found a few diagrams that showed how to apply it so it didn't dry skewed, a way of uniformly wetting the leather. All the buckles were brass, no steel to rust.” She stopped for a moment as the assessor squeezed her, “Y ...You see the neck piece isn't actually rawhide-just very thick, strong leather. So, it doesn't cause any breathing trouble by contracting and constricting a patient’s wind pipe when they are inside the device.” 
  
  Pauline found herself panting as the assessor had both her hands wrapped around her body. One at her neck gripping her tightly yet also cradling her, one twisting her erect nipple. She could feel Assessor Stainbeck running her leg up against the nurse's. Pauline could see where this was going if she didn't act soon. She would be earning her extra credit but not in the intended way, not that she wasn't at least a bit curious what the woman intended for her.
  She spun around, breaking the blond woman’s grip and hastily took a step backwards, handing her the folder full of notes to the Assessor, almost using it to push her back. Valerie stopped for a second then put the bundle on the desk. She looked over to a box of surplus restraints and mused how good they would look wrapped around Pauline. 
  The nursing student saw the open box and all the straps as well as some sort of jaw spreader. She looked both frightened and excited, taking a step back and held up her hands. She didn't want to be wrapped up and forced under her desk to keep her superior entertained while the rest of the boring presentations ran their course. 
  The Assessor braced herself to pounce. Pauline edged towards the door;
    “Now let me just get Janice...” She darted out of the room and the door practically rattled on its hinges. Miss Stainbeck was disappointed as her prey escaped, she should have locked the door first. However, that disappointment was rapidly erased by what Pauline brought back with her a few moments later.
  Assessor Stainbeck's attention rapidly switched from Pauline to what she guessed was Janice Locke. Student Nurse Wylie displayed the main component of her presentation in the centre of the office, while slowly twirling her around. She could see the look in the Assessor’s eyes as she sized up a different delightful platter laid out for her. 
  Pauline looked rather relieved not to be the object of her attention as she moved closer to the centre of the room, like a tiger stalking unsuspecting prey. The Nurse explained the other Student Nurse's predicament;
    “You see! She can’t see, hear or really move about very much. The jacket comes with these neat handles on the upper arms. So, you can guide your prisoner, er... I mean ‘patient’ about. It also comes in handy when you strap them down for the night. There is no wandering about, no issues at all! I have had no trouble at all handling Janice!”
  Stainbeck couldn't keep her hands to herself. She looked at Janice. It was hard to believe that there was a living breathing woman under the unbelievably tight leather. She squeezed her and fondled her prey. The rawhide framed and contorted so tightly around her every feature, Janice's tight waist and sumptuous hips. The Assessor ran a hand over her flat stomach, feeling her crushed waist. The way her shoulders were pulled back, her elegant neck. The leather framed every feature of her face indicating the massive unsubtle presence of a gigantic gag beneath. You could almost count the ribs on Janice's chest, you could see her oh so lovely pair of assets. 
  Valerie Stainbeck was enraptured by the beautiful creature on display, the straps from the jacket certainly enhanced her round, inviting rear. She moved around her-a predator circling,,, She soon had her hands wrapped around the package that was nurse Janice Locke, slowly exploring her totalitarian bondage and sadistically pinioned, crushingly, tightly restrained body.

  Miss Stainbeck ran her hand down the side of the jacket, hovering over the waist of the garment, she tugged on it experimentally and it didn't move at all;
    “It looks rather secure...” Pauline nodded;
    “Oh yes. She has been struggling against it for three days and frankly she is now rather pathetic. At first she had a lot of spirit and a bit of movement. That lasted a day. Not that it amounted to much of anything but the jacket got tighter and tighter and she had less and less movement. She found it a bit too much when the jacket really tightened around her chest like a corset. I think she was begging me to release her  through the gag. She couldn't really do very much. She has been meek as anything the last day or two. So, I guess that it really works to calm down an irate patient!”
  The assessor smiled and patted Janice on her bottom. She enquired;
    “Did you happen to capture any documentation of the drying process?” Pauline grinned and pulled out a stack of photos from the file on the desk. Eagerly, the Assessor flicked through them, completely absorbed. Pauline also pulled up her phone, pulling up the video gallery;
    “I did also record some footage as the jacket was drying...” A moment later, Stainbeck had placed the photos on top of the folder and bounded over to Pauline's side-it was a little unnerving how quickly she could move!
  Pauline held up her phone and set the first clip playing;
    “Note, this is the first video not even five minutes after I finished applying the jacket-it’s still fairly loose.” The person inside the jacket was struggling quite a bit on a bed. There was the sound of wet leather rubbing and creaking. Janice was held down with ankle cuffs and a belt across the centre of the bed. The second video had much less struggling, more moaning and begging, with a few far more subdued creaks from the leather. Janice was now hog-tied on the floor with a bit of rope, Pauline smiled, “This was about eight hours later.” 
  The third video showed a lot less movement but there were many more desperate moans and wailing. The prisoner was roped to a chair, sitting down for a time out. When they got to the fourth video it looked like it was completely dry and Janice could barely twitch like she was set in a plaster cast. The other nurse had filmed herself as she applied a number of bits of stimulation and got barely any reaction. She pinched, groped and fondled the bound nursing student, who couldn't do a single thing to resist. Valerie was practically drooling at the lewd recording!
  Miss Stainbeck ran a hand under Janice's chin;
    “Did she volunteer for this? It looks like it’s quite an imposition on her to say the least...” Pauline was hesitant to answer. She looked a little guilty then shrugged, 
   “It was sized for someone a bit smaller than Janice, you see … well we flipped a coin to decide who went into it, I actually lost but then at the last minute. Well I decided to dispute the outcome with a little impromptu wrestling match. Obviously, Janice wasn't expecting that. She lost and I put her in the jacket. Originally, we were going to trial it for two hours. but I thought that wouldn't really accomplish much. After what I had done to her well, I figured that she needed a bit longer to calm down. You see I really wanted to watch the full process of the rawhide drying out.”
  The Assessor didn't seem to be too bothered that Janice had not volunteered but been forced into the situation if anything, that revelation seemed to make her even more incorrigible.
  Valerie started to run her hands down the test subjects legs. Pauline looked relieved, her voice was full of heat and lust; 
     “You have to admit, she looks quite statuesque like this. Her silhouette is just so enticing. You just want to run your hands over her body and she can’t do a thing to stop you!” 
  Pauline joined the Assessor as they played with Janice's body. Valerie was in front of her and Pauline was behind her. The nursing student continued, “She can barely react when I run my hand up her thigh or squeeze her bottom. With her rather large breasts it must be absolute torture with the jacket this tight over the top of them. Though I did use a much thinner bit of rawhide for that section, so I could still feel her breasts through the leather.”

  The Assessor squeezed both of Janice's assets very firmly;
    “This model is certainly well equipped with fun bags and they feel all natural. It would certainly seem to be uncomfortable for her to move about in this jacket. She certainly looks calm now,” Miss Stainbeck planted a kiss over Janice's sealed lips then licked her own. “...pacified if that is the correct word. She doesn't react at all, like a little doll-a play thing who can't resist.” Pauline got on with the presentation, she was sounding like a sales woman at a bondage convention desperate to make a  sale;
    “Oh yes, there is absolutely no chance of her getting out. The Jacket has thigh bands connected to the waist with these side straps, almost like leather garter belts. On top of that the jacket has three crotch straps to make it rather intimate. I assure you that all of them are rather tight, she can barely shuffle. And with the rawhide so rigid there is no way to undo them without a lot of effort. I guess it’s a good job I plugged her and catheterised her holes first. Isn't it lucky that I took care of her needs?  I might have had to take the jacket off and end the experiment too early.”

  The Assessor grinned sadistically and started to tug and pull at the crotch strap and thigh bands with a lascivious look and slowly made Janice shuffle around so that she could inspect her rear. Miss Stainbeck looked thoughtful;
    “Turning her around that plug looks rather large,” she reached down and felt the outline of the base, grinning back at Pauline, “...however did you get it all the way in her?”
  Pauline had a very evil grin on her lips. She showed absolutely no regard for the comfort of the woman under her care and recounted the procedure with sadistic glee;     
    “Well she wasn't very accommodating to begin with but a pot of lubricant and some rigorous twisting got it all the way inside her. You should have heard the amount of noise she was making. Even with the gag she was squealing like a pig! Then I just inflated it from there, a bit more every couple of hours each day. Until I got it to the maximum possible expansion, then I filled it up with rubber putty that has set solid as a rock, I think it would have expanded even more while it set. To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure how I am going to get it out of her ass. I guess we will have to cross that bridge when we eventually get round to it. Its hollow with a tube so I can administer her daily discipline enema with no fuss, not that she can really make much of a fuss at this point!”
  Stainbeck was firmly squeezing the test subject's bottom, tapping the base of the plug;
    “What do you use, just out of curiosity?” Pauline sounded really proud of herself;
    “Well, I started off with five pints of warm water. Then I added a sachet of scouring powder, that gets it nice and foamy. I mixed in some really strong castor oil and a couple of shots of chilli sauce. You know the concentrated variety, it wakes her up in the morning. I have this hand pump that can fill her up in under two minutes. She squirms and wriggles her cute little ass. You can see her tummy spasming against the confines of the jacket. She is so bloated and in utter agony that she wiggles her cute little derrière desperately, straining to expel the plug but she never does. Its sealed in there like a cork. After half an hour of letting the mixture work away over every inch of her bowels, I let it flush away. That normally takes any fight out of her.” 
  The Assessor started to fiddle with the subject’s crotch strap. She was unsuccessfully trying to work one of her fingers between the strap and the naked flesh below it. She tapped her finger nail on it;
    “That middle strap looks rather narrow and tight.” The strap was thick but not very wide. It created a dramatic furrow in the test subject’s flesh. It was ridiculously tight, to the point that a good portion of the strap had disappeared completely enveloped by the bound woman's body. Miss Stainbeck could see that the strap was rather wet and the sides of Janice's crotch were covered with a hint of her helpless arousal from the studs rubbing over her clitoris every time she moved. Even breathing in and out was enough to prompt the unwanted stimulation.
  Pauline looked at her work with pride;
    “Oh yes it is, she can feel it rub against her each time she takes a step. There are a few little bronze studs on the inside. I polished them up before I strapped it in place. She might be moaning in pleasure or pain, I can’t really tell at this point and I don't think that she can either!”
  The Assessor moved her head between the volunteers legs and gave her crotch strap a lick with her tongue there was some movement from Janice and Stainbeck grinned;      
    “You must like that Janice-you must be desperate to cum after being teased for three days whenever you move! Pauline have you let her cum at all?” The nurse looked down and grinned;
    “Not once, she must be getting more desperate with each passing day.”

  Miss Stainbeck wiped her lips with a tissue. She stood up and started examining Janice's encased bosom with a look both predatory and questioning;
    “Is it meant to be that tight over her breasts? It looks really uncomfortable, not that I really care about her comfort, I’m just curious.” Pauline squeezed her subject’s breast to emphasize her description;
    “The blunt studs on the inside are part of the original design, though I may have added quite a few more of them that were strictly necessary in its construction. The cage strap breast harness was part of the original design. It’s a bit barbaric and it’s very painful if you try and struggle. Of course, I think I might have applied it a bit too tight before the rawhide even started to dry and shrink. Her breasts look like two torpedoes in a leather sack. I added the screw top vice nipple clamps that you can clearly see outlined to make it more interesting for her, I haven't heard a complaint yet...”
  The predatory blonde squeezed the leather encased flesh, feeling the clamps and every one of the studs. She could even feel some of the sadistic breast harness that was hidden inside the garment. She let go of the woman briefly and moved over to her desk and the pile of paperwork. She quickly flipped through it and pulled out a schematic. Turning around she looked from Pauline to the garment,;
    “This jacket doesn't look quite like the one in this diagram. It seems skewed a little like her spine is bent backwards. Don't get me wrong I think that it’s an improvement in her posture. Perhaps it makes her spine a little more uncomfortable but it certainly makes the curve of her body more prominent and her assets stand out a good deal more!” Pauline pointed to the diagram;
    “Well, I may have used a bit of a corset pattern and some metal stays in the mix to improve her posture at some strategic locations...”

  The Assessor took a close look at the diagram then walked around Janice looking at her restraints. She looked back at the student nurse who was not currently bundled up,  
    “And the rest?” She gestured to the jacket. Pauline smiled, pleased with her little alterations;
    “I did make a few modifications to enhance the feel of the jacket. The waist is much smaller to start off with, it’s far more punishing.”
  Miss Stainbeck put both her hands around the posture collar encompassing Janice's neck. She smiled;
    “Her neck looks like a giraffe with that collar on, I am amazed that she can breathe!” Pauline held up the design document;
    “As part of the original design there was initially a collar on the jacket, I just made it quite a bit higher and thicker.” Stainbeck waved her hand in front of Janice's face, Pauline nodded;
     “The blindfold on the original design was removable but I decided that it should be fixed in place,” The dominant Assessor tapped the leather over the spot where the blindfold was located, it didn't feel quite right and again Pauline grinned, pleased with herself. “...there is the addition of some gel pads over the eyes that protect her eyeballs from the pressure of the contracting hood.” Miss Stainbeck looked pleased. She immediately tapped the side of the hood where Janice's ears would be and gave Pauline a beaming smile. Pauline nodded, “I added the ear plugs and there are these rubber nasal tubes they go in a good six inches. So she has no sight, taste, hearing or smell. She can’t touch and is cut off from almost all sensation.”
  Valerie spun the bound woman around so the back of the jacket was exposed. She ran her index finger over where Janice's spine would be;
    “How exactly does it secure at the back?” Pauline made a grasping motion:
    “Well, there are straps to get the two sides together tight-eight of them in total then a set of rawhide laces to really get it the rest of the way closed. There is a flap to cover that lot. I stitched the flap closed once I’d laced it up all the way. If you cut the flap open, the laces are glued shut with leather cement and the straps all have padlocks on them, I think in a moment of hubris I might have filled the padlocks up with resin so you can’t open them. There is absolutely no way she could ever get out. The back of the hood is exactly the same with a nice fat force feeding pump gag built into it. I pumped it up until it was practically ready to unhinge her jaw. Then I filled it with rubber cement that set nice and hard”. Pauline squeezed Janice's bulging cheeks for effect, “And it has a marvellous sound absorbing property, she could be screaming at the top of her lungs and we would barely hear her!”

 The Assessor ran her hands down Janice's legs over her feet and ankles, she admired the six inch strap on patent black stilettos with the ankle cuffs that adorned her feet. They were all locked on with little padlocks, on closer examination the padlocks did seem to have the key holes filled in with some clear hardened gunk. She grinned back at Pauline;
    “Did you have to put her in high-heels and ankle-cuffs?” The nurse smiled a wicked smile;
    “No, but you have to agree it looks a lot better like this. Those six inch stilettos really bring out her legs, and the short hobble makes her bottom wiggle in such a nice way.”
  Taking the initiative, the Assessor started to force the test subject to walk around her office just so she could admire her wiggling bottom and obvious discomfort at moving about in the vicious restraints.

  Miss Stainbeck moved back to her desk she was very pleased with this project. She was holding the report, signing it off;
    “Well Pauline, I think I could let you continue your project for another month, what do you say?” She looked lustfully at Janice's bound state;
    “Oh yes, I think it’s a great idea!” Valerie came round her desk and stood next to Janice, shouting in her ear;
    “Do you have any objections?” There was a tiny sound like mmmppphhh!!!! and the Assessor gave a wicked grin, “I guess not, perhaps some edging and denial might help her therapy?” The nurse nodded;
    “Oh yes, of course. Also I have this leather sealing wax that I plan to rub into the rawhide. It’s meant to condition it make it water proof-a lot smoother and only causes it to shrink a little bit more.” The teacher looked over to the door;
    “Your colleague is so lucky to have someone so considerate looking after her.”
  Pauline saw a flicker of something in the Assessor’s eyes. She moved but it was too late, finding the door to the office locked. She didn't remember the Assessor locking it but before she could turn around there was an arm tightly gripping her across the throat, pressing on her wind pipe-she couldn't breathe!
    “Now it’s time for you to be bundled up in a little ‘extra credit’ assignment that I insist that you participate in!” Janice was dragged backwards as her vision was starting to fade. She was hauled over to the box and a ring gag was being forced into her mouth. Stainbeck easily buckled the gag in place with one hand in a practised manoeuvre while still keeping Pauline in a strangle hold. The Assessor whispered into her ear, “If you don't perform well enough I think Janice might have a new companion sharing this experiment!”
  Pauline tried to struggle but she was soon completely bound-up in crushingly tight straps by a true expert. She was forced under the desk and found a very small very intimate cage waiting for her. Her knickers were pulled away and she was impaled on a rather harsh cold steel anal plug then her feet were folded painfully into position and the rest of the cage was closed around her. The Assessor shoved Janice into a cupboard and neatened up the room. Pauline found her head locked between Stainbeck’s thighs and started licking away, having no other option. The Assessor smiled and called in the next presentation group, today would prove to be very entertaining one way or the other.

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