The Observer

The observer through the 2 way mirror would first notice the medical exam table in the centre of the small, poorly-lit room. The dim light would hide details, but a short look would be enough to show that a woman was lying on the table, legs raised and spread in the steel leg stirrups. A tight white sheet of canvas extended from her waist to her neck. The straight waistcoat was clearly visible in spite of the low light.

Closer inspection would reveal that the patient on the table was an attractive woman, with a curvy and yet athletic body lying helplessly on the table. Her raised legs were clamped securely to the steel frame at the ankles. From the shoulders of the jacket attached to heavy D rings were chains hanging from the ceiling, stretching her body tightly upwards there was no hint of the woman’s arms from the front.

As the observer's eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, further details would resolve into view. The woman’s eyes, were covered by strong adhesive pads and her mouth was held open by a large ring gag wedged tightly between her pearly white teeth the straps cutting into her cheeks. Her neck was wrapped in a thick leather collar. From the back you could see the tightly secured canvas crushing the outline of her tightly folded arms. Her fingers were wrapped in tape high up in between her shoulder blades, under the jacket the outline of the bundle of tape could be seen. The jacket was so tight every curve of her body could be seen. A series of laces ran from collar to waist they had been laced tightly shut. A dozen straps ran over the top of the laces they were closed and locked. A series of D rings had been stitched into the canvas at both edges a tight length of chain had been wound through them and padlocked shut the jacket would not open by any force or measure the bound woman could exert. 

Her breathing was shallow, and a bit laboured. Her body tensed from time to time, as she tried to struggle against the jacket and the uncomfortable position on the exam table in an effort to relieve the strain in her shoulders and folded arms, then sagging back down when the effort became too much. Or struggling to move her legs, desperately trying to soothe the ache there. A low moan sometimes escaped her mouth, a sound of desperation laced with resigned despair.

The woman was naked from the waist down no crotch strap to hid her modesty. The observer's eyes could not fail to notice her encased breasts straining against the canvas and her exposed pussy. Beneath the jacket around the base of her breasts had been coarsely wrapped wet leather strips as they dried they became tighter, there was no possibility of them slipping loose. Her breasts were pinned together large engorged beneath the tightly-stretched canvas an angry purplish-red in colour. 

The observer would begin to notice more of the surroundings. Close to the woman's head hung two plastic tubes which she could easily reach with her mouth, if she chose. The far ends vanished into  the ceiling. No visitors were expected apart from the observer. No sound would escape from the room to attract unwanted attention. No distractions. Events would unfold exactly as planned. The woman had been lying on the exam table now for only about an hour. The fiery pain in her breasts  had dropped had numbed to a dull but ever-present ache, not so difficult to tolerate. Even with that, and her sore arms and tiring legs, all in all she was experiencing more boredom than pain.

With a muted click, bright lights came on in the room. The woman herd the sound but could see nothing she moved apprehensively worried at the change. In the light, her physique was revealed in all its glory. Her body was stunningly well-developed.  All over her body, toned muscles bulged against canvas restraint, her tanned skin writhing sinuously as she moved. 

The woman shifted a little in her bonds, then was hit with the first jolt of current. Wires had been wrapped around her big toes and twisted together tightly. The current shot between the two leads, coursing up and down the flesh of her legs. Instantly, her muscles cramped, forcing her to stretch her legs even tighter against the unyielding steel clamps. Her fingers spasmodically clenched inside their tight wrapping while her breath came in heaving gasps and pained screams.

As she desperately writhed in agony, time seemed suspended for the helpless patient. Though the current switched off again after thirty seconds, each of those thirty seconds seemed an eternity to her as she uselessly struggled for even a hint of relief. Stars danced in her head as she thrashed her head from side to side, uttering strained gasps and unintelligible shrieks issued from the ring gag. Finally, the end came. Her leg muscles relaxed slightly, though they would continue to twitch for some time to come. As she relaxed her arm muscles, sensation came flooding back, sending lightning bolts of pain shooting down her arms. 

Her breathing became heavy sobs, and she did not even notice the quiet click of the lights that returned the cell to its former gloom. The patient now fought powerfully against the restraints, desperately thrashing herself about, heedless of the pain in her limbs. The effort was almost comical, since for all her struggles, there was no escape from the canvas prison around her arms and steel clamps around her legs. At last she abandoned the attempt, and once again stood gasping in recovery, all hope completely drained from her. She lay exhausted in the dimness for some time, then, moaning softly to herself. Her breasts were undoubtedly starting to send up serious messages of distress, and the clamps on her ankles were cutting into the nerves of her legs. There was nothing she could do to lessen any of the pain. Time passed slowly, and the immobilized woman had no choice but to endure.

The next change in the monotony came with almost no warning. Her mind had begun to wander, and she found herself starting to doze off. She heard the faintest hint of a hissing noise, then jerked awake as her mouth, exploded in fiery agony. A thin nozzle in front of her face - she had been soaked with some kind of pepper spray. Like before, the patient convulsed in her bonds. She did not notice the brightening of the lights. 

Heedless of the tight restraint, she fought in vain to bring a hand to her face to wipe away the burning liquid. If some how she could unwrap the tape then unfold her arm from the canvas prison but all her struggling did not move one of her fingers one inch. Failing that, she thrashed her head back and forth, trying to gain some relief there. It may have helped a bit, it would be some time before her saliva could fully wash away the vile tasting irritant. She would simply have to endure, coughing, choking. Again, time crawled as she suffered, and her every sob, her every anguished cry was noted by the observer. Eventually, the lights dimmed again. The patient was left once more lying in the dimness, exhaustedly coughing out the final spasms and fearfully awaiting the next episode of her ordeal.

The planner of this event had provided for a number of such diversions for the patient in the coming days, all fully automated. All of it would be observed by the hidden figure. The woman's punishment was expected to last for about two weeks before her release. By the end of that time, she would be reduced to a quivering wreck whose every nerve sent nothing but bursts of fire to her brain then in the mind of the observer she would be cured.

The tubes near her face were connected to tanks of water and liquid nourishment. Of course, the patient could always try to refuse to eat or drink, but the machine was designed to force them if necessary. Cruel mechanisms would overcome any resistance she might try to offer. The various timers would activate in their course. The most frequent would be the electric jolts through the legs, coming randomly several times a day. Within a day or so, her hands would become completely numb and useless folded away as they were.

On day three, yet another electrical current would switch on. This one would run a wire connect with a probe in her ass. Unlike the leg current, this would be low-powered, and it would never shut off. Instead, it would slowly grow in intensity. Other events included an ice drip onto her head, and a periodic whipping on her feet from leather straps attached to a rotating drum. Throughout it all, the woman would be conscious and aware. Sound sleep would be denied her, for the electric shocks would snap her awake one minute before the onset of each event. 

The woman’s treatment was observed and noted by shadowy eyes.