ROOM MATE

   It was Jane's advert on the letting forum that peaked her new room-mate’s attention and after and exchange of messages resulted in Enid coming over to share her rented house. Two people paying the rent was a much easier proposition than just one of them on their own!
  The house was large yet they were quite alone with the property’s high walls and long drive. Jane had explained that her last room mate had dashed off unexpectedly and now she needed someone to make a commitment to her financially so that she could keep on paying the lease.

  Enid was a fitness instructor who covered a few Pilates and Tai-Chi classes at the local gym. She was fit and lithe with well defined muscles and had exceptional stamina and flexibility, she also knew she looked good in tight Lycra gym shorts and a sports bra. The girl was six foot four, very tall but very buxom and curvaceous. She had long red hair she normally kept tied in a pony tail and had sparkling green eyes, high cheek bones and a few hints of freckles. Exceptionally attractive as far as she was concerned.
  Her room mate or house mate had short black hair. She was nowhere near as tall at five foot seven inches. Still with a pair of her highest heels she could just compete. She to had a nice set of curves though not quite to the same dimensions as Enid but close. She lacked the defined muscle of the latest co-signer on the rental agreement.
  Enid knew that Jane worked in some sort of hospital sanatorium or medical centre. She wasn’t really sure what role but it paid the bills, she didn't enquire about the details. All she knew was that Jane worked a shift pattern, where Enid had a certain number of classes a week to cover, her life was all over the place while Jane was far more regimented.
  There was a series of thuds like someone dragging heavy furniture. Then Jane called out from her room one night and Enid went to see what was the problem was. Jane was in sweat pants and a tee shirt, she had a number of large cardboard boxes in her room and a hand cart. She looked exhausted from the effort of hauling them up the stairs;
    “Enid how are you, can you do me a favour? We have a new sort of restraint system for the worst patients at the hospital where I work. You have to be qualified to use it. I need to make sure I can apply it correctly and I have to get certified. I need someone to practice on so that I can get it right”
  Enid was wearing trainers Lycra stockings, tight shorts, panties and a sports bra under a baggy green tee shirt. She was nervous, not knowing Jane that well and though she wanted to help out, she was not too keen on the proposition. In fact, the idea of being restrained even for a few moments, was really quite terrifying. She started to shuffle back;
    “I'm not too bad but I don't know if I can.” She answered hesitantly.
  Jane's voice was as sweet as it could be. She added a little incentive to coerce her housemate into playing along as she took a few predatory steps forward;
    “I’ll pay your half of the utility bills for the first month that you’re here...”
  Enid was not particularly rolling in cash which was why she was sharing a house under these conditions. She was hesitant, but the idea tugged on her mind. It couldn't be that bad; could it
    “I don't know, it seems odd...” The idea of being restrained was not exactly a ideal fantasy that rattled through her head.

  Jane really needed to get Enid's co-operation. She had to get certain things done fr her plans, so she improved her offer;
     “I’ll pay your half of the utilities bill for the first two months and pick up your cleaning schedule!”
    The idea of not having to do any of the chores that she had agreed to for two whole months really made it clinch the deal for Enid. Part of her was just lazy when it came to those sorts of things. She grinned;
    “Okay, how bad can it be? I'm in!”
  Jane looked her up and down as she delved into one of the cardboard boxes;
    “Now, I’m afraid with hospital regulations you need to have a lot less on.” She had a look in her eye's, as if she was not used to being questioned. It made Enid wonder what sort of position her room-mate had in the hospital.
  Enid's eyes went wide as saucers as realisation set in;
    “You mean naked?” She eyed the bundle of canvas straps and rattling buckles in Jane's hands. Nervously, her pulse beat a little faster-it looked rather heavy and quite intimidating. Jane was having a little difficulty just lifting the mass of leather reinforcements, clinking metal and fabric.
She shook it out with a rattle;
    “On yes! Now take everything off.” This was a commanding tone. The Nurse gestured to Enid who slowly started to comply. Enid hesitated then looked in her eyes;
    “Um ok.”
   Her room-mate looked quite determined. The instructor kicked off her trainers, she pulled off the baggy green t shirt then pealed off her Lycra stockings. Doing a little wiggle to get her tight shorts off. Leaving her curvy body dressed in just her red thong panties and a very supportive sports bra. A bra that was a little too small, straining under the weight of her buxom assets.
  Enid slowed down at the last two garments, hesitant to proceed further.
   “That's good, now just your bra and panties...” Jane kept encouraging her. She fumbled with the catch on the sports bra which nearly popped loose once she released the catch at the back, without the bra's support her breasts barely dipped. She snagged the waist band of her thong panties and pulled them down, then stepped out of them using one arm to cradle her breasts in an almost unconscious gesture.
  Enid hesitantly looked over the restraint. It was thick, three of four layers of tough material with every seam and joint reinforced with patches of extra material and stitched two or three times with a really heavy duty wire like thread along each seam. She felt hesitant, as Jane knelt down with the restraint by her ankles;
    “This is meant to be a hospital restraint for who, She-Hulk?” She asked nervously.

  The restraint didn't just have a standard crotch strap, it had a couple of large round sections that hung from the waist. Jane encouraged her “you fit the bill, Just step into the thigh loops”. Enid stepped in and immediately Jane pulled the garment up her legs, until the thigh loops were tightly in place. She held the open garment forwards, presenting it.
  Enid hesitated then put her left hand then nervously her right hand into both of the sleeves. Her hands sunk into them about a foot then it got harder to make progress, “This is tight.” Enid said with a grunt of exertion. She tried to pull her hands out but it was almost impossible-the lining inside of the sleeve seemed to constrict around her limb and she was not sure how you would get out of the garment, which was perhaps the point.
 Jane patted her on the shoulder and moved behind her to pull on the jacket;
    “Just squirm a bit and keep your hands out straight.”
 Enid was nervous, as bit by bit her arms disappeared-swallowed into the jacket. Jane was pulling and she was pushing and it was still a struggle. This garment would be very secure just from getting her arms all the way inside it, without help she would never escape it.
  The inner sheath of the sleeve was tight but there seemed to be some sort of rigid section at the end. Enid was feeling nervous as she was pushing her hands deeper;
    “The sleeves are thick! What are these mittens at the ends?”
    Her room mate reassured her;
    “Something like that, keep wiggling until your fingers hit the end of the sleeve.”
 Enid could feel something hard with the tips of her fingers;
    “There seems to be some sort of collar or loop in the sleeve..” She was regretting this decision to willingly climb into a straight jacket but she only had a little further to go as far as she was naively concerned. She just needed a little encouragement to get all the way in and Jane obliged, with an arm on her shoulder;
    “Just keep pushing.”
  Enid exerted a little bit more force and then her arms seemed to be sucked into the jacket, pushed into the ends with the tightly padded mittens. Something moved and there was a pressure over her wrists. It was like a clamp in the end of the jacket sleeves. She couldn't bend or move her fingers or pull her wrists out of the inbuilt mittens. The entire inner lining of the jacket sleeve which was tight to begin with was now even tighter-like a snare.
    Enid's voice was nervous, questioning;
     “My wrists just clicked into place. There is an internal cuff, I cant pull them out!”
  Jane kept going as Enid realised that she was already quite tightly trapped. Her room-mate patted her on the shoulder;
    “That's the idea, now I just clip this side of the back to the the other and then I have an instant lacing panel.” The jacket featured a set of laces but rather than have them threaded through both sides. A panel clipped onto the edge of one side of the jacket from the other to speed up the process of applying it. Once it was in place it was hard to release without reducing the pressure on the back, something a lone occupant of the jacket could not do.

  Enid felt the jacket tightening quickly, it made her feel even more nervous, even more helpless. She told herself it would be over soon. The nurse fed the laces through with a practised ease, getting the jacket very secure in the process, there was a rhythm like she was plucking at a guitar. Enid nervously twisted back as much as she could, to see the back of the jacket in a mirror;
    “The gap at the back is what-two inches, three?” She was not sure where this was going but it seemed to be going a bit too fast for her. The jacket seemed to have been designed for a thinner, less well-endowed woman, but Jane was determined to make it fit.
  She pushed Enid down onto the bed to get a better angle and to use her own body weight to pull against the straps, “Wait till I tighten it.” Enid started to squirm a bit as the jacket got tighter and tighter around her lithe form. It was like she had lost a wrestling match as the jacket wrestled the air out of her lungs as it constricted. She panted slightly, felt a twinge of fear rising in the pit of her stomach-she was so vulnerable in this position;
    “This goddam thing's like a corset!”
  Jane's hand patted her on the bottom;
    “Isn't it just? That makes it hard to escape when you can hardly struggle, right?” Her hands kept pulling the last bits of slack out of the laces.
  Enid tried to get up but with her body constrained inside the jacket to the point she could not draw a lung full of air, Jane easily pushed her down and kept lacing. She was getting even more nervous about her position;
    “Yeah this thing is tight! You don't have to keep me in it for long to practice, do you?”
  Jane's voice faltered ever so slightly as she answered;
    “Er...no I just need to apply it.”
  She kept fussing with the laces on the back of the jacket pulling and tugging at them again and again. Enid remained bent over the bed as the nurse kept going. It was humiliating, she just wanted it to end now!
    “There the laces are just about right...” It seemed to be over, Enid tried to get up now that the laces were being tied off.
  Hesitantly, she started to rise;
    “Good, not much more to go?” Jane pushed her back down into the mattress;
    “Silly girl we have all these straps!”
  The sound of a canvas strap being passed through a tight buckle then being ratcheted home occurred again and again. Enid was beginning to wonder how many straps ran down the back of the jacket each one seemed to make her nervous heart beat that bit faster, soon she would be hyperventilating with the pressure pressing down on her chest.
  Jane gripped the jacket just above Enid's hips and pushed. There was a creak as two bits of metal met inside the jacket. Nervously Enid jumped;
    “That thing just clicked shut around my waist! What is that? It feels like metal embedded in the jacket!”
  Jane's hand wandered low around her waist;
    “Now that was just one of the internal safety features. A surgical steel torsion compression band. It locks securely just like the sleeve cuffs.” There was a bit of zeal in Jane's words describing her toy, it made her patient uncomfortable.
    “Ok I guess that's good.” Enid nervously replied, the explanation did nothing to make her feel more confident in her fate.
    “Now let's get these straps done up fully, starting with the collar strap.” With two sudden jerks Enid found her head pulled back by a considerable force. One strain at the bottom of her skull and the top of her shoulders. Her head was now held immobile, “Gagh! that things tight, it feels like a neck brace.”
  Jane had pretty much crawled on top of her;
    “The collar is a bit high and it has a partial neck brace integrated into it.” She ran her fingers over Enid's cheek who looked nervous, “Did it just click as well?” The nurse pulled off her baggy top to reveal a tight blue push up bra. She grinned, looking down suggestively. Jane's hands were on Enid's shoulders as she used her weight to press her down, “Oh yes it's locked in place as well. Try to move your head about or lower your chin.” Panic rose in Enid's throat;
    “I can't...”
  The nurse seemed to be wearing a rather sexy costume under her clothes and she seemed to be getting more excited as her temporary patient was fastened even deeper into the restraint.
  Jane held the back of the jacket with one hand and wrenched the straps tight with the other;
    “Its a bit hot in here-I needed some breathing room. Isn't it marvellous? You’re exactly where you should be. Now I just work on these back straps and the jacket gets that bit tighter.” Enid found her body twisted and contorted by the restraint;
    “It's wrenching my arms and shoulders back, but the effect isn't too bad I suppose. I have better posture and the internal lining is quite comfortable, I suppose a patient could spend weeks in one of these?” She was now almost completely strapped into the jacket.
  Jane felt her shoulders through the jacket, almost massaging them;
    “It is designed for long term wear. Now for the lower back straps...”
  The usually flexible Enid found she didn't have much room;
    “This thing really is like a corset. I can't really twist or wiggle like this.” She was held tight in the garments unyielding embrace.

  Finally Jane allowed her to stand up, pulling her off the bed and spinning her around;
    “That's the point. Now for the crotch straps-just stand with your legs a little further apart dear.
Good girl.” Enid realised that there were two crotch straps rather than just one. She felt almost naked even though she was mostly covered with certain notable exceptions becoming apparent;
    “Um, isn't this meant to go between my legs?”
  Jane chided her, slapping her bottom;
    “Silly girl, if the straps were there we would have to unstrap patients to let them do their... business.” Jane proceeded to mercilessly apply the two crotch straps either side of Enid's vagina, tight into the flesh. Enid gasped;
    “Okay, but this thing is really tight-it's cutting into my flesh and really sinking into my ass it's like a double wedgie! These straps are completely redundant with the thigh bands it's ridiculous over kill. It’s so tight against my breasts its like I'm trapped in a juice squeezer!”
  Jane had a firm grip on the back straps;
    “Sweetie, that's the point! Now we’ve got all those straps so nice and tight the laces are all loose, so I have to remove the slack.” Enid let out a few more grunts as the laces were unknotted and tightened again;
    “You’re kidding me, this thing is way too tight already!”
  Jane kept tightening as she argued;
    “I am the medical practitioner. I get to say when it's too tight and as far as I am concerned it's not tight enough, so quit squirming so I can finish and then it will be over!” Enid sighed;
    “Ok I guess ... Is it over now?”
  Jane pulled her back;
    “Not quite yet, honey. Now that the laces are as tight as a violin string-the straps are a bit loose...”
  Enid didn't exactly agree with Jane's definition of loose but she accepted it, moving into place;
    “You are joking? Fine get on with it and hurry up.”

  Jane grabbed each strap and pulled;
    “Just relax while I get it just right.” Enid was feeling a little faint as the last bottom strap on the back of the jacket was yanked tight. There was a little twang of metal and her tummy was tugged in. She gasped;
    “Did the waist belt click shut tighter?”
  The nurse kicked off her baggy trousers to revealing stockings suspenders and a matching blue micro G string;   
    “Its so hot in here! Just a little bit tighter dear. Now hold your breath while I give the laces a little bit of a tug tie them off and zip this flap over them”. Jane finished the straps, folded the ends over and tucked them away.  There was a final tug on the laces then they were knotted and tucked away with a heavy duty zip pulling a neat panel over the entire lot. Enid watched some of this in the mirror it filially looked to be finished. However, her room mate looked like she was getting into it even more.
  The patient was not too thrilled. It would take forever to get her out of the jacket when Jane had finished her practice;
    “Finally! What was that click?” Jane patted the back of the jacket and took a step back, admiring her work;
    “Just the lock on the laces. Now for your arms...” Enid pulled her arms around her front hugging herself;
    “Okay, go ahead and do it.” she proclaimed. Jane kissed her on the cheek, grabbed her arms and pulled them backwards with a lot of force no messing about;
    “Silly girl, arms go behind your back.” She wrenched hard-Enid was pretty much helpless to resist at this point;
    “Oow! I cant reach that far back!” Her arms were pulled further and further past the flexible girl’s limits;
    “Of course you can! You just need a little encouragement. I put them through this loop then the other end. The straps meet up and lock in place.”
  Enid felt like both of her shoulders were on the verge of dislocating themselves, the tension in her arms and back was extreme;
    “Now that's, uh ... well I guess it's secure.” She was nervous, trapped. Her arms were passed behind her back, pulled up high, pulled tight like a wrestling submission hold. Jane's hands reached round her patient’s waist, stroking her;
    “-Which is the point.” Enid twisted and pulled at her arms again. It had happened so quickly. She barely had time to work out what was going on;
    “Gee that's tight. It's like both of my arms are in an arm lock, I can barely squirm.”
  Jane inspected the straps thoroughly, caressing her patient;
    “Yes the loop on the back is quite high up and so are the side loops. Then the ends of the strap meet below your breasts and I can get it good and tight.” the placement of the strap seemed to emphasise her large assets. Especially with the angle of the strap coming from under her armpits. The nurses hand lingered at the edge of Enid's breast skirting its circumference. There was a spark of defiance in Enid;
    “Yeah right, like you can make it any tighter!” That was a big mistake on reflection;
    “Oh I can...” The nurse squeezed her large breasts tightly, proving how helpless she was. Enid's arms didn't move an inch as she tried to pull away. The nurse then proceeded to pull the straps a bit tighter, making her arms even more useless;
     “Ouch! Fuck that hurt. Are you trying to dislocate my arms?”

  Jane's hand wandered up, squeezing her patients breast through the jacket again. She was getting very bold with her patient, now that the larger woman was tightly restrained she had no option to resist;
    “Nonsense, now lets get you nice and trussed up. A little click and the arm straps lock in place. I can make the side loops and the back loop tighter with the tug of a strap.” Soon there wasn’t a bit of slack in any of the side loops that kept Enid's arms mercilessly imprisoned folded up behind her.

  Jane was getting more free with her hands, brushing up against Enid. She tried to ignore it up until that moment;
    “Stop petting me, this thing is getting worse by the minute. I have no hope of getting out of this in a thousand years. At least I could still run away.”
  The door to the room had already been closed and locked. Once the mittens at the ends of the sleeves had been secured her position was inevitable. Jane slapped her on the bottom;
    “Now for a nice little pair of ankle cuffs.”
  Enid looked at them. they were secure, sturdy brown leather with a reinforcement probably metal cable or plate inside. Joined with a short strap attached between them. She looked down;
    “Do you have to?”
  The nurse applied them;
    “Yes I do. These are heavily padded and very secure, but with a fairly short strap to keep patients out of trouble.” Enid began to blush as Jane ran her hand over her thigh. She looked at the cuffs in the mirror, unable to look down with the posture collar, “I guess running away is out of the picture now?” Jane retrieved a bag of little, solid looking padlocks, “Now I take these little locks and secure every strap. They will not get any tighter and they will not slacken off one millimetre.” Jane used the exercise as a pretence to run her hands over Enid's every curve. Enid's eyes went wider as she watched the spectacle in the mirror she seemed a little detached;
    “There seems a lot of them...” Jane patted the jacket;
    “Oh yes. Each strap has two locks, its a little redundant.” Now Jane had completed the exercise she got Enid to stand and took a bunch of humiliating pictures with Enid in a number of poses. Kneeling sitting even folded over, she explained it was for review purposes.  
  Enid looked reproachfully back;
    “You never mentioned pictures but I guess you have to prove you know what your doing. Now you’re finished you can start getting this jacket off me, right?” Jane walked over and looked at another, large box. Enid looked even more nervously at her;
    “Well now, this is just half the restraint system.” Enid shuffled back worried what the other half would be and yet not in any position to object;
    “If this is half I don't think I want to know what the other half is.”
  Jane pulled the box lid open;
    “Let me just pull it out, ta-dah! This is the box.”
  The box looked like it could just about fit a human into it, if you folded them up into the most compact position imaginable. It was half pet crate, half maximum security prison cell and heavily padded on the inside. Enid took another shuffling step back;
    “You’re not putting me in that thing”! Jane grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forwards;   
    “You agreed already, its only going to be for a minute… or so.”
  Enid swallowed deep;
    “Ok I suppose, but it seems really small.” Jane opened the box up with a couple of twists of a key;   
    “Just let me get the box ready for you. Now just kneel down and spread your ankles as wide as they will go.” Enid sighed and obliged, she knelt down and it was not that bad as she shuffled forwards;
    “Its padded, so its not so bad but it already feels claustrophobic. That is the right word to describe this box of yours.”

  The construction of the box was a mixture of steel and aluminium. At the back it looked like a set of stocks. It was easy to align Enid's feet with it, the ankle cuffs seemed to be designed to fit in with it so that they didn't need to be removed very secure;
    “Now I just lock this stock over your ankles. Then these clamps hold your toes in place a couple of locks and you can't get up.” U shaped clamps captured her toes tightly. She hadn't even realised that they were there, until her feet were held defencelessly in place;
    “That's pretty secure, I can barely wiggle my toes.”
  It was far from done but the rest of the box’s surprises happened fairly quickly;
    “Now this padded bar goes against the back of your knees. Spread them as wide as they can go. You just sit down so your kneeling.” It felt odd having the bar pushed up against the back of her knees an odd sensation, at least it was padded;
     “Now what?” The next bar clicked into place.
     “I put this padded bar just in front of your hips. Now bend forward. Lower, so that your head is sticking out the other end and I snap the stock in place.”

  Enid was past the point of no return, the box had various area's that were open to allow access to its prisoner, or should that be patient?
    “This thing is really tight and my boobs are really squeezed. I am completely helpless, I can barely move.” Jane got closer;
    “Let me just get this ratchet clamp through your arms, behind your back...” She used it as an excuse to give Enid's breasts a good hard squeeze. They were tightly pressed into her thighs, accessible through a slot in the side. Jane moved round with a key, “Now I can double lock the stocks round your ankles and neck. There! Try to escape.”
  Enid flexed and strained all her muscles for a few minutes. Nothing moved more than a very tight wiggle room;
    “Let me out” She grinned squeezing her room-mate’s bottom;
    “Try harder.” Enid panted;
    “You have to be kidding. I cant move a single bit!” Jane walked over to a box and got two more items;
    “You can still talk and see. I will have to sort those little omissions out.” There was a massive surge of panic and fear in Enid's voice;
    “What are you doing?” Jane kissed her on the cheek then held a mass of metal leather and rubber up to her mouth;
    “This is a harness ring-gag. Open wider wider, be a good girl.”
  Enid tried to speak;
    “Don't you gggaaaaaaaagggghhhhh mmmmmeeeeeee”. Jane was used to dealing with resisting patients. the ring gag around three inches in diameter it was a large one, rubber-coated so not to cut into her jaw's gums or scratch the enamel on her teeth. It was quickly in place wedging Enid's mouth open well beyond its comfortable limit. She was shocked and now almost unintelligible as the straps were secured tightly behind her head. Jane bent down and gave her a deep kiss. She could not resist with the ring holding her mouth open, she was also far too scared to resist properly if she could. Enid struggled futilely for a bit longer then gave up trying to get free, Jane stroked her between the legs, eliciting a garbled murmur of pleasure and humiliation.
  Jane showed her the second object. A pair of forcep-like pliers held the neck of a extremely thick secure rubber hood open. Jane grinned seeing the fear in Enid's eyes;
    “Now its time then for this nice thick rubber hood. A few weeks inside one of these makes patients very compliant. I have to use a set of special clamps to stretch it wide enough fit it over your head. Careful, these rubber tubes go up your nose then when I release the hood it snaps really tight. Which looks really sexy on you. Now the base of the hood locks into the collar, isn't it so tight?” Enid felt her vision disappeared as the rubber invaded her nostrils and passed over her face. It then clamped shut, tightly stretching over her head;
     “Aggghhhhhh!” She let out an unintelligible squeal of fright as it snapped into place locking firmly.
  Jane kissed her again deep and long and wet. It was better with the hood covering everything else up, more intense as Jane's hands wandered over Enid's restrained body. She picked something up off the floor;
    “What are these, your thong panties? Probably not very tasty!” She stuffed them deep into her victims mouth before she could try and expel them with her tongue. The next piece of the bondage was ready. Jane was pretty much talking to herself as her victim could barely hear her through the thick hood, “Now for the panel gag. It comes with an integrated pump gag.” The rubber bladder was forced into her mouth through the ring gag;
    “Mmmmmppppphhh!” She got off one loud unintelligible protest before the gag was pumped up.
  Jane squeezed the sides of her rubber covered patient’s bulging cheeks;
    “There you go! With the ring gag you cant refuse anything I put in your mouth, I am going to teach you a few things to do with your tongue over the next few days. A few more little pumps and you’re all set.” She reached around and started to massage her patient between the folds of her pelvic mound. There was an incredibly muffled protest at the violation of her most intimate area and she could do absolutely nothing about it as Jane slowly got the girl more and more aroused.

  With Enid squirming away in her tight restraints just on the brink of a different sort of release Jane stopped. She moved over to a table and pulled a unit from under it-a collection of hoses, nozzles, canisters and pipes;
    “I am going to enjoy getting you all revved up, just to leave you to stew in your own juices again and again. Now we can't have you there properly restrained and not properly hooked up. I need to introduce you to EDDIE. That's the Enema Domination Delivery Industrial Engine. After I have finished hooking this little monster up I can leave you to enjoy a couple of full cycles every thirty minutes in and out, hour on hour on hour every hour of every day morning noon and night without rest. Of course, if you do a good job I don't have to turn it up but if you do a bad job licking my pussy, well we will see how much you can take. Now what plug shall I choose, small large extra large? Silly me, lets start with the double doughnut inflation plug XXL, the bitch-breaker model!” Jane used a little KY jelly and Enid's own arousal to get the plug nice and wet. Enid let out another pathetic protest as the well lubricated tip of the butt plug was forced up against her bottom. Nuzzling between her taunt round buttocks into her firm ass, “I guess you don't like that very much, but a bit of lubricant and there is not much you can do about it. It’s quite a big plug to start you with but your a big strong girl. Just relax stop fighting it. Its only four inches wide at the base a half inch at the tip and eight inches of punishing rubber discipline to go!”
  With a lot of force and lubricant the plug popped into its new home and  Enid's cries of distress were equally mute as the merciless plug slid in place. She was violated humiliated and turned on all in one action. Jane reached for the attached pump on the plug;
    “There we go, those two doughnuts inflate and it feels even worse. There's no hope of release for you.” The nurse fiddled with a nozzle and cable, working them into the base of the massive plug then pushing some sort of lock in place, “I just push this cable in a flick of a switch and it starts up automatically. It’s already connected to a water feed and drain under the sink.” She stroked her patient’s rear, “With the concentrated soap reservoir I don't have to change the tank for a week. It's agonisingly slow to start with isn't? its just that little trickle of warm soapy water. You need to be stretched a little first to get used to it. Just two pints of soapy water, but it gets worse and worse, at three pints you will be begging for mercy. At four you will do anything I say. At five you would humiliate yourself in any way. Let’s see how you feel at six pints as the upper limit, I can always turn it up even higher.”
  Enid let out another muffled protest, her bottom was stretched and sore and now there was the creeping sensation of warm water, but if she thought that there was no other way it could get worse, that she couldn't be humiliated and dominated further she was wrong. Jane stroked her again between her legs, “Now we just put this in and connect this catheter up. You didn't think I was going to go and forget this. Your guts should be starting to twist up right now. The pressure is going to build and build.” Her bladder was now being back-filled with a trickle soapy water and again she could do nothing to resist. She let out a pitiable cry of desperation but the nurse would need some sort of recording equipment to hear it.

  Jane stroked her victim’s taunt bottom, then connected another line from a different machine. it looked like a giant syringe filled with apple mush. It connected to the centre of the pump gag, Jane gave the gag one good squeeze just to be sure;
    “Good, now the feeding tube is connected. You’re so lucky! All the nutrients, aphrodisiacs and industrial laxatives a growing girl needs, good girl. Now, my evaluation is in a weeks time, there isn't really any reason to let you go. The enema machine will keep you nice and clean and full front and back, filling you up, emptying you out again and again and again until your ready to pop,” she sighed, “...the feeding machine will give you all the food you need. There are electrodes in the jacket and the side of the box that will give you little shocks to keep your muscles in a good condition. After they are finished with my evaluation, I might let you out, then again it might be put off another week. I can wait. Until then I can just keep you here all snug until then. Look, what's this? The soles of your feet all helpless, lets test how good that gag really is!”
  Bound, tormented, encased and imprisoned Enid let out another mute cry as her tormentor began to tickle away pausing only to torment her aroused slit with further stimulation. Slowly, drop by drop her insides were filled with agonizing quantities of warm soapy water, her desperate body had no escape as she twisted up inside the box it held her firm folded humiliated yet exposed. Her poor sensitive toes were tickled and barely able to wiggle Enid cried into the massive inflated gag and her own panties...