The Staycation

  Angelina was a cute willowy brunette about five foot seven with shoulder length hair and brown eyes. She was twenty one and had just finished a degree in media studies and had no intention of adding further to her debts. She needed a holiday however especially from some people, and one of her family had come up with a cheap solution... 
  She had been crammed in a plane on a budget ticket between a business man who was trying to run an office from his seat and a man so fat she was surprised the plane didn’t lean in that direction. She blocked out the flight being besieged by waste wrappers on one side and paperwork from a briefcase on the other. 
  Angelina was house-sitting for her cousin who had a place out in Spain, a beach-front property. She had her bikini, her flip-flops and her sun glasses. The beach called to her and she was going to enjoy herself!
  Angelina idly thought back to her boyfriend, what a pervert! He was tall and not bad looking. Not bright but his dad had connections so he didn’t have a bad job. As a result he took her nice places and bought her nice things but there was a downside. 
  There was the time she swore she saw a peep hole in the bath room that he swore was just a DIY accident when he was drilling a hole to hang a picture. That had been about two months ago, she was doing this to forget about him and his other kinks.
  The brunette had found a large float in her cousin’s place. It looked like a small surf board. She was not a good swimmer so she thought that it would help her a lot. Angelina relaxed for a few hours in the sunshine it was okay but there were far too many tourists. 
  She wanted somewhere where there were not many people about. An island sat quite some way from shore it was large and looked quite inviting. Angelina shrugged her shoulders and muttered to herself;
    “A bit of piece and quiet…”
  She started to paddle out, it took her some time-she wasn’t sure how long but then she had nowhere to go and nothing pressing to do. Angelina found as she went around the island there was a faded sign sticking out of a pole stuck into the rock.  

                                 ASILO, MANTERNER FUERA!
                                    (ASYLUM, KEEP OUT!)

  Angelina couldn’t read it. She shrugged her shoulders and kept on swimming. There was a beach, it looked very nice with a tidal pool and some trees. Angelina looked about. It was very private, she could get a very nice relaxing time here. She put her board on top of the beach wedging it in place with a rock- if it floated out, she was stuck!
  She giggled and put her sandals on top of the board, a container on a string with some money and her house keys. She pulled off her bikini top giggled then pulled down her bikini bottoms and added it to the pile. The brunette dived into the tidal pool-she swam she splashed, it was so hot she decided to have a siesta and she found herself dozing off to sleep in a nice shady spot, covered by a crooked old tree.
Angelina thought about something else as she slowly drifted off-her old boyfriend...
  There was the time she had found his stash of S & M magazines. That had been about a month ago . They were full of girls with artificial hair and inflated boobs strapped into stupidly tight restraints. She had peaked at a few just to see what it was about. They seemed to consist of one theme-a girl with ridiculously large breasts wearing a rubber cat suit and ankle breaker heals wanders about. Then she is bundled into a straitjacket or something behind the back called and arm-something then they gag her, hood and hogtie her tightly then wrap her in more straps than necessary. Another girl then spends a few more pages poking and prodding her before wrapping her up in even more tape and straps. 
  Angelina had looked through quite a few. There were a lot with straitjackets, now that was crazy! One had stuck in her mind, a nursery adult sized! A pair of blond petite twins kept in pink leather straitjackets and pink rubber diapers. They had rings in their mouths locked together in a crib. 
  An Amazon brunette with giant breasts and towering heels had arrived and then spanked them both and strapped their ankles to their thighs with pink leather straps. The brunette had force fed them both while they struggled gagged by her large bosom.
  She had spent twenty minutes looking over it. It was creepy, grown women being turned into babies.... 
  Angelina had not taken finding them well and she had given her boyfriend an earful! He had responded by accusing her of invading his privacy. Then he had taken her out to a fancy restaurant promising to get rid of the magazines.

  It might have been twenty minutes or an hour but she woke up, getting out of the water. She looked up to see a mirror image of herself on her board, wearing her clothes and paddling off the island!   
  Angelina stood there for a few minutes then started screaming bloody murder. The woman looked back and waved then she swam further and further off until Angelina could no longer see her.
  The young girl screamed some more-this felt like someone’s idea of a joke! There had to be other people on the island and she was not going to meet them naked. The idea that this was some form of humiliating joke was cemented when she found a pair of plimsolls and a diaper left where her clothes and board were. 
  Angelina put the plimsolls on. They were her size. She looked at the diaper it was at least clean but it was humiliating as she stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist. There was an elasticated waistband the entire thing was so humiliating!
  She started to turn red and crossed her arms in front of her naked breasts. There was the beginning of a path and Angelina started walking up it. With every step she was reminded about the diaper-the thick material between her legs impeding every step.
  The girl walked further and a large sort of house came into sight it looked a bit like a castle that had been renovated over time to become a home. There was a fence and gardens. 
  People in scrubs walked about within the fenced garden they looked oddly vacant. A few people a little more awake but not by much were slowly and methodically carrying out some gardening duties.   
  Angelina looked at them. A woman dressed as a nurse was overseeing them. Angelina swallowed deeply ‘ASILO’ probably meant asylum and she looked like an inmate and she had just accidentally helped an inmate escape one that had her keys and her money…
  She turned around to see a nurse standing there. She was about six foot two, she had two inch heels milk white stockings a short skirt and a tight top capped off with a nurse’s cap, she was buxom and muscular with very dark skin and wide, well defined hips. 
  She looked at Angelina, Angelina swallowed. The nurse acted as if she knew her and she didn’t look pleased, she was holding a straitjacket in one hand-it looked like someone had cut their way out of it!  
  Angelina turned to run. She made it two paces before the nurse had her. Angelina found her wrists held together in the woman’s left hand while her elbows were pulled together by the woman’s right hand. The woman was behind Angelina holding her tightly. Angelina tried to struggle, felt the nurse’s grip get tighter and she looked over her shoulder straight into the woman’s face. She looked into the woman’s eyes there was concern, frustration and relief. Angelina could see that this escaped patient meant something to the Amazon nurse

  The nurse let go of her elbows and hugged Angelina tightly she kissed her on the cheek. The nurse looked calmer she spoke;
    “Adalia usted nos hubiera preocupado lo que te pasó mi amante?” (Adalia you had us worried. What happened to you lover?)
 Angelina stared blankly at the nurse as she was gently marched along the path and into the building.   Its entrance was dark and foreboding, Angelina stopped at the entrance door. There was a push and she was over the threshold. The nurse showed a tone of irritation in her voice;
    “Por que no quieres hablar conmigo mi amante?” (why won't you speak to me?). 
  Angelina opened her mouth and tried to speak only for a croak to come out she was shocked. The nurse pushed her into a lift and dialled a floor. In the privacy of the lift the nurse began to cup Angelina’s breast with an intimate familiarity. The nurse kissed her on the cheek again
  The door opened. Angelina was led across the corridor into a hallway there was a door marked Room 27 and there was a name Adalia written on the door. Angelina realised that this was the escaped patient’s room. 
  The room was completely white-the carpet, the walls and the ceiling. There were a few luxuries-a bed that looked comfortable someone had bothered to get a pink frilly blanket for the bed and there were a couple of comfortable pillows. There was a sink, a mirror, a dressing table and a chair. 
  Someone who was good at sketching had drawn several charcoal views of the island-they were stuck to the walls. Angelina guessed that it was the nurse that held her as there were several sketches of the woman Adalia who looked remarkably like Angelina. There was a bundle of black leather waiting for Angelina on the bed. It was probably a straitjacket. 
  The nurse closed the door then let her go. She started speaking with a stern look on her face;
    “Intenta huir? Estás tratando de romper mi corazón y destruiste una perfectamente buena camisa de fuerza?” (you try to run away? are you trying to break my heart and you destroyed a perfectly good strait jacket).
  Angelina gave her a blank look.
    “Niña traviesa que le pondrá en una chaqueta de castigo!” (Naughty girl, I will put you in a punishment jacket!). The nurse picked up the jacket. Unfortunately for Angelina in times of stress she started to stutter badly. Trying to explain that you had been mistaken for a mental patient if you had a stutter would be bad if the nurse you were speaking to spoke the same language. Trying to explain it to a nurse who didn’t speak a word of English that was hard to impossible!
    “P pp pp lea aase yy yo uu mm must hh haa ve tt t this ww w wrong I iiim aa a a a tt ttourist I iI jj jus st ss swam ov over h hear.”
  The nurse looked less amused;
    “Chica insolente fingiendo no entenderme yo sé que no puedo hablar Inglés que está recibiendo un bozal!” (Insolent girl! Pretending not to understand me. I know you can’t speak English. You're getting a muzzle). The nurse picked up the bundle of black leather.
  Angelina backed away. She didn’t want that particular accessory! She made it a half way around the room before the nurse had her. The nurse held her down on the bed, kissed her on the lips then tickled her some more then the tight black leather was forced over her torso. 
  Over her arms the leather was well worn and quite soft. Angelina was sure that Adalia had spent a lot of time in this thing. With a practiced ease the nurse buckled the first roller buckle at the back of the jacket soon it grew tighter and tighter as each buckle was drawn closed. There were four straps down the back of the jacket and it was soon ridiculously tight then there were two more crotch straps that pulled the bulk of the diaper uncomfortably tightly against her crotch then Angelina’s hands were pulled through the front loop, through the side loops and locked tightly around her torso with a buckle.   
  The nurse fed the straps back through the loops making the jacket neater and making it harder for them to be reached. Then she spun Angelina around and kissed her full on the mouth. Angelina hesitated for a second then gave up resisting and kissed back the nurse seemed happy and patted Angelina on the head.
  She reached into a nightstand and brought out a bundle of black leather. It took Angelina two seconds to realise that the second smaller bundle of black leather was a muzzle with a large internal rubber pear shaped bung. She did not that wedged in her mouth!
    “Pp pp please-” Was all Angelina managed. The nurse pushed her down and straddled her. She kissed Angelina on the forehead;
    “Cálmate querida” (calm down dear) then used one hand to hold her head still while using the other hand to force the plug between Angelina’s begging lips, in the plug sank deeper and deeper until her jaw was wedged completely open and the plug had sunk into its base. The leather wrapped tightly around her face the strap was buckled behind her a Y shaped strap went over her nose and was added to the back of the gag. The nurse checked that all the restraints were tight, put Angelina to bed and tucked her in. There seemed to be some tabs on the sheet that met under the bed so she could not get out of bed. There was a kiss on the cheek then the nurse left closing and locking the door.

  Angelina lay there and tried to think of other things her thoughts crept back to her rat boyfriend. She corrected herself her ex rat boyfriend. He'd tried stuff which she had flat-out refused. He had started with the uniforms, the sexy nurse’s uniform. No way was she wearing it;
    “No you can’t practice your first aid on me! Put away the rolls of bandages. For the last time no! I won’t let you practice your first aid. Forget that stethoscope!” No she did not want to dust his room in a French maids outfit! No again, she did not want to dust his room, period. No she did not want to dress up as a sexy cat burglar and get caught! “Put the handcuffs away, there is no way you are shoving that red rubber ball in my mouth, forget it!” 
Then there was the package he had been so secret about it. A fortnight ago that had happened, now she was here...

  Angelina reviewed her situation. It started to sink in exactly how badly it was for her. These people thought she was a mad woman and not just any mad woman the damn pet of one of the nurses! 
 She had a thought run through her head-trapped in a jacket, a ring gag between her lips, on her knees and stuck between the nurse’s powerful thighs, servicing her. She quivered, no wonder that woman wanted to get away! That dam nurse deserved to be in a straitjacket, not her but she had no way out! She struggled against the jacket but it was tight, the sheet over her was tight and she had no way out of her bed let alone her bedroom. 
  If she could write a note or find someone that spoke English she might be alright-that was if they removed the straitjacket or the gag anytime soon, which considering the other girl’s escape and destruction of asylum property was going to be a long time coming, 
  Angelina started to cry at the idea of the other woman going through her things, taking up her life. She struggled and sobbed futilely, pushing and pulling at her restraints. After hours she was exhausted and went to sleep.

  Angelina was woken up by someone opening the door. She started to struggle against her jacket and pleaded into her gag for release. The light was on, there was someone a little older than the first nurse she looked more stern. Angelina noticed a badge-Jefa de Enfermeras (head nurse).
  She had no idea what it meant but if she was to guess this woman probably had some seniority. The woman undid the sheet holding Angelina down and she tried to roll away from the nurse.
    “Es posible que su mascota pero que corta sin holgura conmigo ya solo escucho a verte” (You may be her pet but it cuts you no slack with me I am just here to check on you).
  The woman reached for Angelina again, she started to squirm away;
    “De pelear o hacemos las restricciones más estrictas” (stop fighting or we make your restraints tighter). 
  Angelina tried to kick out, it was a mistake. 
    “Justo eso es todo!” (right that’s it). 
  She grabbed Angelina and flipped her over, grabbing the topmost strap on the jacket. The Head Nurse pulled and pulled and Angelina felt a tight band of pain over the top of her chest. The next instant the second strap was pulled with a practiced ease in a few moments the jacket was so tight Angelina was gasping for breath. 
  The Head Nurse pulled on the strap holding her arms until it felt that she was trying to detach Angelina’s shoulders both at the same time! With her arms numb and digging into her flesh the Head Nurse buckled the strap in place. 
  Angelina started to panic. The woman turned to the crotch straps on the jacket she pulled and the diaper was forced tighter between Angelina’s legs. It was humiliating and disturbing and starting to get painful despite the padding. The muscles in Angelina’s arms and torso were spasming in pain when the Head Nurse turned her attention to the gag. A few tugs on the strap and the plug sunk deeper into her begging jaws. The top strap was tightened cutting into her flesh. Angelina found a pair of ankle cuffs attached around her ankles holding her feet together. 
  She kicked out one more time not knowing what she was doing, just missing the nurse. It was a bad idea-
    “Para que uno se puede mantener el pañal el resto de la noche!” (for that one you can keep the diaper the rest of the night!). Angelina was pushed down and the cover was pulled over her.

  Angelina cried and cried, screaming into her gag, begging to be let out of the jacket. A few hours later the head nurse arrived but this time there was a doctor in a white coat with her. She indicated Angelina;     
    “Un poco de tiempo en el aislamiento ayudará a comportarse” (A little time in isolation will help her to behave) The head nurse had a bundle of straps and a strip of leather. She looked at the doctor and he nodded;
    “Vendarle los ojos a su amarre del cerdo y tirar de ella en el agujero” (Blindfold her, hogtie her and throw her in the hole). 
  Angelina saw the padded leather as it was wrapped around her face all light all remaining flicker of hope disappeared she could not see what was going on but she could feel the blindfold buckled tight against her skull. then hands grabbed her roughly, she was flipped over. A strap was wrapped around her ankle cuffs . Her legs were bent backwards until her ankles touched her diapered ass. they brought the strap attached to her ankles up to the strap which joined the sleeves of the jacket making it that much tighter. It was pulled tighter and tighter until her ankles were pulled up to her butt hard against the diaper welded in place. 
  They lifted her with a grunt of effort and put her on a trolley securing her down with a strap over her waist. then they took the lift to the basement. Angelina whimpered into her gag as she was hauled around like a mail bag. Lifting up a section of the floor it was revealed to be a metal hatch, Angelina heard the clang and the grinding or the hinges. inside the space It had padding on the bottom, on the sides and on the inside of the lid. There were sections of padding to the right and left of a persons head a mini padded jail cell. ‘The Hole’ was so small that only someone very tightly hog-tied could ever fit inside it.
  She was lowered into the hole. Angelina felt the padding in front of her and her knees were pushed into it. Her head was held in place the sides of her body were resting against the padding-all movement was impossible! Moments later a the lid slammed and was locked pushing the padding into her back. Padding was all around her, enclosing her-it was impossible to struggle.

  Angelina thought back with some irony. With her ex-boyfriend the final straw was when she was searching through the laundry in the airing cupboard to discovered that the bulky packages he'd got delivered a few days ago. It was a straitjacket and some other things the straight jacket had 'For the Naughty Girl in your life!' she had looked further there was a supply of adult nappies a gag shaped like a giant pacifier. Something full of whips and chains called the discipline and submission kit. There was a giant spiky sex toy called the bitch tamer and even a dog leash! 
    “THE BASTARD!” She gasped.
  She had collected her stuff and left him a note telling him where to shove his perverted trash. She wanted nothing to do with THAT sort of thing! Literally a week ago she had found it the last straw to push her into taking a break and now she was here. There was an irony to that, maybe letting him tie her up would have been a better idea. Angelina sobbed in the darkness, left a forgotten woman on a forgotten island...

  She woke up with a start. She was still on the island, still in the pool. Her clothes were still there on the rock. Maybe she had been hasty? Maybe after this little holiday she would look up her boyfriend again she was sure he still had the jacket...