Running Mad

Jennet saw the half page advert in the newspaper it said go crazy for charity. It described a 10 mile run for charity that would involve sponsor ship a corporate donor organising it and matching the private donations. It described how the sponsored run would be in costume to raise the profile of the charitable organisation it also noted that the corporate sponsor would be providing the costumes at the start of the race. Jennet imagined that she would end up running a race in a t shirt with the cooperate logo on it or some other type of advertising.

Jennet found the website online then filled in an application form. It seemed to ask a lot of questions about her health but it explained that everyone had to be physically fit to compete. The website also noted that the person who got the most donations would receive a nice plaque and a choice of sporting tickets or a spar break. The person who won the race would get a trophy and the same choice of sporting tickets or a spar break and everyone that competed would get a certificate. Jennet got an acceptance email back the next day, it told her the location the race would start and the acceptable dress code donation targets etc.

Jennet spent the next two weeks fund raising in her spare time, it was for a good cause after all. She put in a little money herself she got some of her co workers to donate a little cash. The people in her street her neighbours gave her a little more they had known her longer. Jennet met a few of her family and got them to give. Jennet even bumped into an old college friend who was doing quite well now they gave her a most generous donation.

The day before the event Jennet looked at herself in the mirror. She had done a 3 mile jog every day for the last 2 weeks she was sure she could handle the run and the exercise seemed to be having results. Jennet looked in the mirror her stomach looked toned her ass and legs looked very fine she swished her mid length hair over her shoulder and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. Her breasts sprang up and down in the sports bra. Jennet looked in the mirror and growled cat like she was a sexy kitty the extra exercise was helping her confidence. For a second jennet looked across the room at the pizza delivery flyer on her bedside table. Jennet‘s stomach growled shush she scolded herself she was not going to pig out on cheese the night before. 

Jennet had turned up at the event half an hour early, she parked her old car in a public car park paid the meter. The charity race began in a park. There was a big marquee that had been set up. It had a company logo that Jennet was unfamiliar with but then that was the point of sponsor ship. Jennet had tied her hair back in a scrunch she had tight lycra short shorts, a sports bra dainty white socks and a pair of trainers. She met more women who were gathering outside the marquee. There was a fenced off staging area the other side of the tent.

Two women were talking “someone had said charity run and waved a piece of paper under my nose” the other woman said “well this girl at work said it was a charity race with a twist” the second said “did she say what the twist was” the first answered “ actually she didn’t”. Jennet joined the back of the queue ten minutes later someone took her collected donations and gave her a hand written recite. Jennet was led round a side partition and stopped her jaw dropped open. All the competitors were wearing or being put into straight jackets. 

An organiser walked past , Jennet stopped them confused “what exactly is going on hear”? the organiser explained it to her quickly. “You see the basic principle sometimes protestors chain themselves to railings or environmentalists chain themselves to trees to stop them being cut down it makes a powerful statement it raised interest in a charity. Our organisation is not well known and we have to raise awareness fast also it’s a metaphor for breaking free from your bonds running free”.

Jennet stood there nodding she was not paying that much attention she had accepted she would be wearing a straight jacket. This was mostly because the woman in front of her had accepted it the phrase lambs to the slaughter hung in the back of her mind just far enough back for her to ignore it. For a charity event the straight jackets were not costumes they were tight fitting or smaller sized secure ones with crotch straps a front loop side loops and a reasonably high tight collar. They were made of an industrial institution grade canvas and had sunny view‘s surplus stamped on the back. 

One of the organisers a woman beckoned Jennet over “ok honey lets get you fitted out I can only find an extra small for jacket for you” the woman beckoned Jennet over. Jennet was quite hesitant then one of the women behind her started clucking implying Jennet was a chicken. Jennet strode forwards a determined look on her face. Jennet held her hands out in front of her the organiser picked up the canvas jacket and pushed it over jennet’s arms. Jennet had to take a step forward the jacket was surprisingly heavy. The organiser tugged the jacket up jennet’s arms it took a couple of good tugs to get jennet’s arms all the way inside the jacket.

The organiser moved behind Jennet and then moved her ponytail to one side. The organiser arranged the collar or the straight jacket around jennet’s neck it was rather snug. The organiser fed the top most strap through the jacket they pulled on the sides of the jacket getting them closer together. The organiser secured the next two buckles then gave the jacket another tug. Two more straps were secured then a final blackstrap just above Jennets round lycra covered ass. The organiser was by no means finished she tightened the slack created from securing the top most strap. This left a little slack in the next two straps which they quickly removed. This led to the tightening of the next strap and the one below that. The jacket was beginning to get quite tight but the two canvas edges had not met so the organiser continued to tighten the straps.

Jennet was sure there wasn’t one inch of slack in the straps but the organiser tugged and tugged until the top strap had pulled the two piece’s of canvas together. The organiser worked on the next strap closing it tightly. Jennet could feel her shoulders being pulled back and the beginnings of the tightness across her chest. Jennet tried to voice a query but the organiser tugged the straps tighter and tighter soon there was a considerable tightness across Jennets chest. But it didn’t stop there the final few straps were pulled tighter and tighter squeezing her tummy and waist trapping her body in a perfect column of impenetrable canvas.

Jennet could hardly believe how restrictive the jacket was it was hard to bend against the canvas. The organiser fed Jennet’s left arm through the front loop then through the side loop of the jacket. The organiser quickly followed feeding Jennet’s right arm through the front loop then the opposite side loop. The organiser looped the strap through the buckle and pulled Jennet found her limited arm movement rapidly disappearing. The organiser pulled and pulled Jennet found herself hugging herself tightly there was not one bit of slack but the organiser was not happy. Jennet found a knee in the small of her back the organiser braced herself against Jennet and pulled. Finally the organiser found some more slack and the jacket got tighter. Jennet breathed out and the jacket got tighter finally when every possible millimetre of strap had been pulled through the buckle the arm strap was done up. Jennet tried to move her arms they might as well have not existed they were welded immobile to her body. 

The organiser turned Jennet round grabbed hold of the crotch strap and passed it between Jennets legs. The strap was loosely pulled between her legs then fed through the buckle just above the centre of her round lycra covered ass. The strap became very intimate with Jennet, she gasped as it sank home between the globes of her ass. Jennet hopped about from foot to foot trying to get some comfort from the tightness of the wide strap. All her wiggling did was to help drive the strap deeper between her legs. Finally the last strap was secured and Jennet was almost ready. The organiser span jennet round then secured the arm strap and the crotch strap with a small padlocked shutting off any hope of escape.

Jennet was led to a corral area just before the start of the run she looked around. Strangely all the competitors seem to be women there must have been almost two hundred of them. The oldest seemed to be early thirties maybe thirty five the youngest was about eighteen. There was a large mix of people black white Asians Orientals there were red heads blonds all of them would be considered attractive and every single one of them was tightly encased in a thick canvas straight jacket. Some had sweat band some had pigtails all the women wore pretty much the same short tight shorts and trainers. Some of the women chatted to one another a few were trying unsuccessfully to loosen there costumes some just lent against the sides of the starting area waiting to begin the run.

The corral seemed to be completely full the last few women were packed in like sardines then the back gate was shut. Jennet saw someone at the front of the crowd waving a flag then the gates at the front of the starting area were opened and a starting pistol was let off. Jennet watched the first few keen athletes dart of, the straight jackets proving little hindrance to the women’s powerful legs and sure determination. The corral started to empty pretty quickly as the women in front of Jennet moved forwards and those behind jostled and bumped trying to get a good view. Then Jennet was at the front of the crowd then there was space in front of her. Jennet chewed her lip then went hell for leather the quicker she ran the race the sooner they would let her out of the jacket she reasoned.

Initially Jennet was off balance without her arms she found it difficult to get into her stride she found herself teetering to one side or the other. Almost bumping into another competitor then trying to steer out of there way only to come close to doing it again a few seconds later. Slowly minute by minute things got better for a number of reasons. Firstly the women were spreading out the gaps between them grew larger and larger lest chance to hit each other. The women began to tire and slow down running inside there tight canvas prisons they were fighting the restrictive garment every inch they were all soon very hot and sweaty and intimately aware of the over tightened crotch straps. The women were also getting used to running in this way balancing without arms.

Jennet began to get used to the jacket it was restrictive and she was sweaty but she got used to the feeling surprisingly quickly. Jennet got her second wind then decided to pick up the pace slipped and landed into a red head, both of them when down in a tangle of legs. The two women struggled and sat up. The bulk of the other contestants streamed past them. Both women began to argue with each other who was responsible for there collision. The argument got more and more heated both women got to there feet they began to have a shouting match at the top of there voices. Then they realised they were alone every one else had gotten ahead of them.

Jennet and the red head  began to run the red head taking the lead. They saw one race marker then there were several forks in the road. They saw a white flash in the distance another competitor disappearing down a road at right angles to them, then they saw another race marker. Then they ran for about ten minutes without seeing a single other contestant or another marker or an official organiser. The two women looked at each other they were wandering round deserted roads tightly restrained in straight jackets they were hot and sweaty and looked like escapees from a lunatic asylum. The markers for the course had completely disappeared The two women slowed down they realised that they had been running in circles they stood there in silence looking for any sign of civilisation.

Jennet and the red head looked around they scoured the horizon for any sign of anyone. Minutes passed they Couldn’t see any more contestants the roads and trails had seemed to branch they must have been blindly running in the wrong direction for an hour or more how far were they of track how lost were they?
 
Then over the horizon something could be seen it was a van as it got closer Jennet could see it was a  police van. The van got closer and slowed down the driver waved to The red head who walked closer to the van the van stopped. The door to the van opened when the red head was a meter away when a burley police officer jumped out of the van he tackled the red head to the ground spun her round and ratcheted a cuff around her right ankle she screamed in surprise and fear. The police officer forced her to bend her right leg so her ankle was touching her ass. He then looped the empty cuff through the strap holding the jacket sleeves together the officer then forced the red head’s left leg to bend until he could lock her left ankle in the other cuff. Once the red head was cruelly hog tied the officer tightened the ankle cuffs. The red head tried to struggle but she had little room to move the hogtie was merciless. Every time she pulled on her ankles she made the jacket tighter any time she pulled on the jacket the cuffs would bite into her ankles.

Jennet knew the police thought that they were escaped mental patients her pulse leapt. The officer jumped back in the van he returned with a red rubber ball the size of a baseball it had several straps dangling from it. The red head saw the gag and tied to avoid it. The police officer forced her mouth open and shoved the ball gag in hard. The officer moved the red heads hair out of the way and strapped the gag in place. The ball sank deeper and deeper into the red heads jaw her screams were soon muffled into a faint murmur her mouth formed a stretched O. Additional straps went under her chin a harness was pulled over her face and attached to the back of her head. A long strap with a hook on the end was pulled backwards from this and connected to the chain from the ankle cuffs wrenching her head backwards. The red head was so tightly restrained she could barely twitch.

Jennet saw the red head’s fait thought for half a second then turned and ran. The police bundled the helpless red head into the police van then shut the door and drove of after Jennet. After a hundred yards the van drew level with Jennet it passed her and screeched to a halt. The van door shot open a police officer rugby tackled Jennet she was treated exactly the same as the red head. A cold metal cuff locked around her right ankle. Jennet felt her legs bend back her ankle was touching her ass. The police officer held her in that position with his knee. Soon the officer had looped the second cuff through the strap behind the jacket, the officer locked her left ankle in the other cuff. The officer double locked the ankle cuffs. Jennet still hadn’t gotten her breath back when The police officer forced the ball gag in her mouth it tasted horrible. With a few tugs the ball gag was as firmly wedged as a cork in Jennets mouth. The straps cut into the side of her mouth it hurt but she had no way to resist. The strap under her chin and the harness over her face forced her to bite down. The strap was run from the back of her head harness to the ankle cuffs Jennets head was mercilessly pulled back and she was left helpless immobile. Two police officers dumped her in the back of the van next to the red head who was crying non stop. 

The police van seemed to cruise about aimlessly for about 20 minutes then it stopped one of the police officers jumped out. There was swearing then the sound of a body hitting the floor there was a loud scream followed buy more cursed the officer returned to the van and grabbed one of the giant gags. A minute later a little Asian woman was dumped next to Jennet she was tightly restrained in a merciless hogtie the same as the other two women. The gag in her pretty little mouth looked like it would break her jaw she continued to swear into the gag. Five minutes later the van stopped again The offices jumped out there was more screaming and thrashing then a dull thumping sound. Two minutes later one of the officers limped into the van he grabbed a giant ball gag and a thick black hood. There was the sound of muffled screams then three minutes later two police officers dumped a tightly hogtied woman in the back of the van she was an Amazon over six foot in addition to the regular gag a thick black hood had been pulled over her head laced brutally tight. Wisps of long black hair peaked out from under the hood. The officers seemed to have filled there quota or decided that there wasn’t any more room in the van, they drove off back towards base.

The police van pulled up outside some kind of hall it looked quite large. The Asian woman was removed the a minute later the red head was hauled away. Finally Jennet was manhandled out of the van and onto a trolley. A large door was opened by a police officer then the trolley was pushed inside then the officers dumped Jennet onto a padded mat on the floor of a large hall. Every where Jennet could see there were other women each as tightly restrained as she was. Several of them were wearing hoods indicating they had given the police a little trouble. Some women slept some wept not a single one had her restraints slacked one millimetre. Even now a few stragglers were being loaded into the hall Jennet looked about as far as she could there must have been two hundred scared confused women in the hall. Each one gagged in a straight jacket mercilessly hogtied the confused contestants from the race could only lie there.

Jennet was forced to stay there tightly bound laying on the mat. She met the eyes of a few of the other women they were all puzzled confused and terrified. Slowly the time grew longer ten minutes twenty minutes every little ache and itch grew larger and larger.  The time dragged on After a few hours she worried that the police were just going to leave them there like that without a single explanation. It was about 2 and a half hours after she had been dumped on the floor that a senior looking Police man with a microphone stepped into the middle of the hall, he check the microphone then began.

“Good evening ladies my name is Officer Davis Goldman I am truly sorry for your predicament but we have to treat you ladies as dangerous escaped mental patients until we can confirm otherwise. Which means you will continue to be restrained as tightly as possible. Earlier today we had an escape from a low security mental institution. After checking the records it appears that the institutes computers were hacked and a number of high risk inmates had been transferred to the low risk ward. Therefore when there was a break out we had to act accordingly”. The officer stopped talking to let it sink in every single woman had a horrible vision of being hauled back to the asylum having been mistaken for a patient, many of the women started to shout desperately into there gags offering explanations or protests nothing that could be understood from behind thick red rubber.

The officer continued “You see we believe the organiser of this charity run some of you told us about, were part of a gang of crooks. They used this made up charity to flood the area with bodies to slow down our response and to help them get away. They also released several other inmates to help cover there tracks giving the police and other law enforcement officers more targets to handle and the job of sorting through every one to find the dangerous patients. This gang were breaking one of there number out of the local asylum and they had to create a distraction they also took every penny you raised for charity and absconded with it.” Jennet felt such a fool for participating she would be much more careful in the future if they just let her out of the jacket.

The officer continued “I am afraid that is not the worst part, it will take a week to check all your stories after that you will be released. Until then we have to maintain this level of restraint you will remain in your straight jackets your legs will remain hogtied and you will remain gagged. I see some of you already have hoods”. The officer turned to about 2 dozen cops standing next to him lets get the rest of these ladies hooded for a nights sleep.” The majority of the women started struggling they did not want to be hooded but practically had little option. A police officer advanced on Jennet he had a rubber hood in his hand. Jennet tried to pull back but it was hopeless. The strap was released from the head harness then the hood was fitted over her head adjusted then pulled tight, then the strap was replaced. Jennet was in as bad a position as before but now she was blind, slowly Jennet dozed of to sleep in her uncomfortable position it would be a long week.