Transport

Story by bob2300 and an anonymous friend

It was not that the prisoner was particularly dangerous, she was not the woman had not gotten a single conviction or caution for any form of violent behaviour and it was not that she had stolen any thing important, she had never stolen a single truly valuable item there were not industry secrets no family heirlooms that had made there was into her possession. she was a pickpocket, so good so quick at dipping a pocket it was rarely noticed if ever unless you carefully checked cctv and she was an opportunistic thief both shoplifting and entering houses, she was quick blink and you miss it. mostly in ways most people could not believe a human could squeeze through she could bend in amazing ways. she had probably only stolen a few small items she didn’t do it for the money but for the thrill she got a perverse pleasure out of stealing peoples knickknacks. she had not stolen from anyone important who would hold a vendetta, unless a store clerk had not been paying attention on a cctv camera she would have never been caught lifting an innocuous pair of earrings. the reason for her special treatment was that she had escaped police custody 37 times in the last two months. Some times from the cells some times from the arresting officer and several times even from the back of patrol cars. The woman was a genius at picking locks her nimble little toes were almost as good at getting a relay complex lock open with a bit of wire as her delicate little hands, she would have been a mechanical genius that earned a fortune in other circumstances. it was quite embarrassing to the police department they took extreme measures after being called the laughing stock by the prosecution department. One reporter was not popular for running a story how the little brat had escaped custody 30 times in 30 days. There was a particular video that went viral of one overweight police officer running after her after she slipped her cuffs the police officer yelling “no not again” as she disappeared into the distance.

she was kept hogtied inside a cage inside a cell. The locks on the hand cuffs and leg cuffs that kept her bound in the hogtie had the key holes filled with super glue.  it was not an ideal solution but it took her a very long time to scrape the stuff out of the locks. She was inside a cage used for police dogs it was also padlocked shut with the lock filled with glue. she was a small woman of  oriental decent American Japanese, she looked very cute very innocent. “no officer you must be mistaken I couldn’t possibly have stolen anything”. the woman was 23 years old very petite , 4 foot 11 there was nothing of her 82 pounds she couldn’t put up a fight when cornered she had meekly accepted being restrained again in ever hasher configurations. They used bolt croppers to get her out of the cage and the hogtie cuffs. They found another hair pin jammed half way into one of the cuffs. Where was she keeping them?.  they moved her for transport. three large female officers handled her one had her in a head lock the other two had her arms pulled up tight behind her back. she was kept naked her hair had started off waist length until they found how many escape tools were hidden in it. So her hair had been cropped short maybe an inch maximum to stop her hiding anything in there, some of the officers had begged for permission to shave her bald but they had been denied. she was given a full cavity search . Lots of Vaseline and a rubber glove thrust deep into her front and back by vengeful officers, just to make sure she had nothing there, they spent a good time toying with her just to be on the safe side. she had small well formed breasts they were perky and round but only small . She had a round tight ass that was begging for a harsh spanking. She had an exceptionally small waist her limbs were athletic and sinuous, she had demonstrated the alarming ability to climb up an almost vertical surface with barely any hand grips she was an expert climber she moved like a spider up a wall given half a chance. 

The police officers made her put her hands into fists around two squishy red rubber balls. then they wrapped her hands in electrical tape to make them useless they used two rolls on each hand just to make sure that she could not use her clever little fingers. her fingers were numb by the time they finished wrapping. then came the tight elbow length mittens they were made of rubber and had to be forced open with a pair of special clamps once they were over her arms the clamps were released and the rubber sprang back tightly gripping her arms as if they had been dipped in the thick rubber up to the elbow, the officers were almost certain that there was no way to pull her hands out of the rubber sheaths without someone else’s assistance. they had a special straight jacket made for her to keep her in line. It was made of thick heavy black leather of considerable weight and severity tight from neck to waist smaller than her petite measurements rubber lined to make it sticky and harder to breathe. the back fastened with little padlocks a dozen in all, there were reinforced eyelets all along the back of the jacket. It took the officers nearly five minutes to force her arms into the sleeves of the tight little prison.

it was as tight as a corset perhaps a lot tighter than someone normal would willingly be able to stand for a corset. to stop her slipping out of it the two sides were drawn together with a ratchet before being padlocked in place, her waist was pinched into an appealing wasp figure that would be impossible to remove without external assistance. the arms had large heavy welded D rings at the ends of the sleeves where the finger tips would be and at the elbows no straps to be loosened up against a convenient object. then they padlocked her elbows together behind her back linking the two d rings together. she was very flexible but her breasts were forced forwards and her bottom out, the jacket was cut to tightly display her breasts pressed against a thinner section of leather. The exact security reason was lost but it made her look perky her assets thrust against a thin skin of leather. and then they linked the ends of the mitten sleeves in front of her with a second high security padlock through the d rings. her arms were quite immobile a makeshift cage over her own torso so tight she could not even move them one millimetre effectively removing any useful contribution her arms could make to any escape attempt.

she was given a warm soapy enema to make her easier, to handle, she groaned as she was filled up.  she was pretty easy to handle when you were paying attention when you were not she was gone. then they plugged her in the ass with a large ribbed plug , causing her to grunt and squealed the plug expanded then locked tightly in place. a special metal plug shaped like a bullet was pushed into her pussy an exceptionally tight fit, she squealed more in pleasure than pain. a touch of a remote control and an electric shock would floor her. she was then given a tight rubber diaper that locked closed then the crotch strap was applied until it literally disappeared into the rubber diaper. then it was padlocked in place the two plugs filled both her holes very tightly. Then they shoved her own panties in her mouth, the pair she had been wearing for nearly a week soaked in chilli sauce, before she could spit them out a large rubber ball was forced into her mouth. It took a considerable effort to pry her jaw open that far. it must have been nearly 3 inches wide made from more flexible rubber it would conform tightly to her oral cavity. then a thick rubber panel gag was locked in place tightly applied over the ball creating a very tight seal stopping her drooling everywhere. Several pieces of Medical tape were used to stick her eyelids shut tight, then a rubber hood was pulled over her head it was tight and had two tubes that went into her nose leaving her with no smell except rubber. then a black leather hood was laced tightly shut over her head putting her head in a vice like grip which would be maintained leaving her a blank featureless doll like a shop manikin that leaving just a breathing hole for her nose  the ends of the rubber tubes hanging out.

then a combination shock posture collar was put around her neck it was on the same remote as the silver plug inside her crotch. her feet got a pair of locking four and a half inch heels so high she had trouble walking in them, her pretty little feet were now nearly useless in terms of escape. her ankles were cuffed together with a four inch bar. a drum tight rubber hobble skirt was pulled tightly over her legs showing off her round little bottom and dramatically restricting her legs. The hobble skirt had four reinforced eyelets. It was padlocked at four placed to the hem of the jacket which had matching points, further limiting her movement. a chain was linked taunt from her ankle cuffs to her elbows then to the back of her hood she had a lot of trouble walking bent back like a bow

a female officer , officer Jane was instructed to escort her, the officer was transferring to the prison that was her final destination. It was a perfect set up literally keeping her on a tight leash, connected to the shock collar. never leaving her side 24 hours a day were her orders. at night they had a special lace up hogtie sleeping sack for the prisoner that would ensure the little thief stayed put. She was only allowed one toilet break and she would be un hooded and force fed once per day using a ring gag. They were going to take her somewhere else and lose her in the prison system until the negative publicity died down.

Jane found it easy getting from the county jail to the train station they simply bundled there petite prisoner into a duffle bag and into the boot of a patrol car. When they opened the boot of the car they were surprised that there prisoner tied to make a hop for it as blind as she was. Jane soon had her back in hand on a leash. It was a late train the last one to run. Jane had a private carriage the prisoner got a spanking on her little tushie . From the train to a hotel was uneventful a coat with a hood was pulled over the prisoner and Jane lead her to a room at the station hotel . There was a comment from the hotel manger two people sharing a single room Jane had to sort it out with the hotel manager.

the prisoner was left for a few minutes while Jane went to speak to the hotel manager. The prisoner made a sound like she was sneezing her body convulsed a small hair pin landed on the floor. She felt where it landed with her right foot. The stood on the hair pin and bent it open. With a bit of shuffling she had the little padlock on her left heel pressed against the wire a few twists and suddenly the lock was gone and her left foot was free. She quickly dropped to the floor. Her toes carefully manipulated the wire and the other shoe and the cuffs were gone in seconds. She rolled onto her front. Her feet went back they found the padlock holding the chain from the back of her neck to the collar, soon she was free of it she started to work on the padlock keeping her elbows together. At that point her body stopped and convulsed with a debilitating series of electric shocks. Jane had returned and she was not amused, she let go of the taser control. she snatched the bent piece of wire out of her prisoners toes. 

“You have just earned yourself another permanent upgrade I think a pair of five inch heels one size too small might give you a bit more to think about until I can find something to permanently distract you“. The padlock on the prisoners elbows was replaced both shoes were tightly locked back in place. The ankle cuffs were replaced and ratcheted extra tight. The chain from hood to elbows was replaced far shorter then from elbows to ankles it was again connected leaving the prisoner in a far worse position. There was no supper for the prisoner the next day one uneventful bus ride first from the station hotel sealed the prisoners fate into the jail.

It was officer Jane who had decided the prisoner not only needed to be restrained, but also kept busy to lessen the chances of escape. After consulting with some of folks from the local insane asylum, the Officer Jane and her friends decided their petite little prisoner was a perfect candidate to try out a new invention. It was designed to be functional and keep the "patient" frequently occupied.

A couple of female officers took great pleasure with installing it on the prisoner, whom they had found out was named Quinn. They took a strange contraption into her cell it looked like a water cooler bolted to a coffee machine it was bolted to the floor in one corner of the cell a pipe was fed into the drain another connected to a drinking water stop cock. Quinn got to retain every little piece of her transport accessories the layered hood the unique jacket the tight rubber hobble skirt she was even less likely to be a problem thanks to the five inch heels a size to small on her little feet she was regretting her last escape attempt she was soon going to regret it even more. Jane walked up to Quinn she tapped her uncomfortable pointy shoes that the prisoner was forced to wear “you try anything else and you will be almost average height after the next pair.”

They unlocked the padlocks that linked the hobble skirt to the jacket and rolled it down. They undid the crotch strap and removed the rubber diaper. then they removed deflating the large butt plug in her tight little ass and then allowed their prisoner to drain her self of the enema she held. She hadn't held much in the way of liquid, they realized. They'd probably want to increase the size her small body was forced to contain, but they would have that option later.

Quinn was forced to bend over her bed with her ass in the air. Next they inserted a special plug into her ass and then inflated it a bit to keep it in place. Later they planned to inflate it until it stretched her tiny ass painfully wide and full, but for now it merely kept her sealed against all leaks. Next with a bit of glee, they used a small key to unlock a portion in the centre of the plug filling Quinn's ass. When they drew back the key, the centre of the plug pulled out at the same time. Inside was a thin but very long tube. They attached power cords to the base of the butt plug and flicked the "drill" option. The butt plug vibrated a bit and then whirred to life. The tube inside was forced out the tip of the butt plug and drilled slowly into Quinn's ass. Nearly four and a half feet of the tubing disappeared, coiling and slithering deeper into her bowels, the flexible material bending and slithering around bends in her guts.

When it was finally drilled as deep as it could go, the female police officers smiled and pulled two ends of tubing from the base of the plug out for easier access. These were threaded into openings in the locking hatch on the base of the plug. They were in fact input and output feed lines, and Quinn was in a wicked surprise. Not satisfied she was primed for filling, the female officer shoved the lock hatch back into place and twisted it to lock it firmly.

The couple of female officers connected the input and output lines to a motorized enema machine. Now a permanent companion of her cell the cables were long enough and strong enough that she could not escape them or try to pull them out of the machine. One final item was added a catheter line into Quinn’s bladder it was such an effort to wrap her up and unwrap her they decided why bother also the machine had that function. They repackaged Quinn up just as tightly as before now she had a bundle of tubes like a tail coming out just above the swell of her ass from the diabolically tight rubber hobble skirt.

"So, what's all this?" asked one of the younger female officers. She was a pretty blonde with big breasts named Brittney. She could be very stern and domineering, but not especially bright. She did not quite understanding what they had just done.

"She has to get cleaned out each day.” Officer Jane answered with a wicked grin. “This automates it, with a twist. The small tube pumps water into her deep in her bowels, which flushes out and cleans her ass out, and everything drains out the larger tube. It's basically just a continuous enema."

The blonde officer grinned wickedly, feeling a touch of arousal as her nipples stiffened underneath her police uniform. Thankfully no one saw it. Snickering, she reached forward and patted Quinn's tightly squeezed and rubber encased waist. "Tee hee hee... I'm gonna enjoy watching her get constantly pumped.”

Jane shared a naughty smile with officer Brittany. “Yeah. You bet THIS will make it difficult for her to concentrate on escaping."

***

At that point, Quinn had felt the plug in her ass being manipulated, as the girl officer was unlocking the centre. She could feel the tube being snaked up her ass, but had no idea what it was for. It kept coiling deeper and deeper into her and it was eerie and slightly unpleasant. Eventually it stopped, feeling to Quinn that it was somewhere on her right side. Her plug was jostled again, and a few moments later, she felt cold water flooding into her from the small tube inside her.

She immediately felt chilly, as the icy water pushed against her insides. She could feel the pressure in her colon increase, as the water stretched her out. After just a minute or two, Quinn  thought she would explode. She couldn't feel any more water entering her, but that was largely because her mind was so focused on the pain.

Quinn was frantically squealing through her gag, and trying to contort her body against her bounds. Suddenly, the pressure vanished, as she felt the water being pulled out from inside her. When she was empty, Quinn panted around her large gag to catch her breath. "Is that really what an enema is like?" she thought to herself. "How could that be medical?"

She had just caught her breath when she felt the tube inside her twitch, and felt the water pouring into her ass again. "Oh fuck, not again," thought Quinn as the icy water returned. She screamed as the cold turned again to pressure and then to pain, driving her out of her mind, frantic with need to void her bowels. The very tight constriction over her middle made the pain far worse and she was chewing on her gag and seething with need to relieve herself. Unfortunately for her, the machine was merciless and continued to diligent fill her then force her to retain the chilling solution. Yet again the drain pulled it all out when Quinn  thought she would break, leaving her nearly weeping with relief.

Quinn wondered how many these was she going to receive, assuming that the police were there, monitoring her suffering and carefully filling her. After all, they must get bored of this quickly she had not seen the machine. Quinn was still wondering when the torture resumed, filling her up to what she was sure was her capacity limit with frigid water, making her retain it for many minutes, then sucking it all out of her.  Quinn was struggling to keep herself together, not wanting to give in but the punitive enemas were very harsh, much worse than the warm soap enema they had given her before. She fought not to break but feared she might, not bothered to make any noise other than the frequent grunt that was forced from her by her cramping guts.  She waited in her tight wrappings, awaiting the next one.

This time however, instead of the icy blast filling her after a few minutes of rest, she instead felt herself fill with warmer water. This warm water did not seem so bad, as it didn't fill her to such a high pressure, though the water did spill itself out deep within her bowels and trickle all the way down to the entrance of her ass. She could feel the water expand her colon, but it never got to the point of making her feel like she was bursting. She could feel the water draining out of her as fast as it was pumped in, continually flushing her. This seemed far better to Quinn. It was after half an hour of this that she came to an unpleasant realization. With the constant churn in her bowels, she'd never be able to get to sleep!

After what felt like hours to Quinn, she had slipped into lulled exhausted daze by the plumbing inside her, when she finally felt the water drain out entirely. "Finally," she thought to herself, "this isn't that comfortable anymore, but at least I'll be able to sleep." She was getting used to the feeling of her colon empty except for the rubber tube when she felt that tube jerk to life once more, again with the icy water. Once again, the prison cell echoed with Quinn's frustrated but heavily gagged screams.

This pattern repeated all night long, even as the attending female officer watched with wrapped fascination. Three icy cold enemas. The first retained for fifteen minutes, the second for twenty, and the finale one for thirty, followed by two hours of the warm flushing. The sun rose outside of Quinn's cell deep within the police custody prisons, not that she could see through her layered hood. The rising of the sun didn't stop the torture either, leaving Quinn to suffer until noon, when the young blonde police officer finally returned and shut it off for the first time in twenty hours. She was allowed to drain.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself, you dumb cunt," Officer Brittany said as she walked passed.
She hummed to herself, carrying a large bag of "fun" goodies for Quinn. They were various things to feed their prisoner and even more things to pump back into her bowels and make her squirm. The blonde officer chatted with the other police officers. "So she never slept?"

The attending officer Stacy shook her heads, which made Brittany grin. “Great! I wonder how she'll be after three days of this treatment! I've never seen someone who's gone that long without sleep.”

“But what if she falls asleep from exhaustion?” Stacy asked.

“I brought these to make sure she doesn't!” showing off her bag of goodies. Castor Oil, bottles of extra fizzy soda pop, bottles of vinegar, ultra spicy and super hot liquid hot-sauce, plus many more. “We'll make sure she stays awake.”

The blonde felt herself getting wet with arousal at the thought of “working hard to keep their prisoner subdued.”

Stacy looked at Brittany a wicked gleam in her eyes “We were talking earlier about automating the process on the other end not only her prolonged entertainment shall we say” they both giggled “but her feeding it’s the one time we have to let her out of the hood, she even tried to grab my keys with her teeth last time, when she thought I was not paying attention, now we leave her eyes taped shut, she is such a pain in the butt”. 

Brittany was practically salivating at the idea of further humiliating and controlling there tightly packaged prisoner “count me in where is the equipment?”

The two officers grinned to each other as they unlocked and went into the cell , Quinn was relived it was about time the dam bitches fed her. Quinn could hear something rattling on casters they were wheeling another piece of equipment into the cell she didn’t like the thought of that one bit. Were they going to alter the machine connected to her ass. Was there some additional diabolical function it would now perform or were they going to be doing something else to her?

It took the two officers a couple of minutes to bolt the second machine down and hook it fully up. Then they approached there prisoner Britney held her tightly while Stacy unpacked her. A stud was released then a heavy zip was undone Stacy worked on the laces at the back of the black leather hood. Quinn was relieved for the brief rest bite from the vice like grip of the leather hood. , then the zip on the rubber hood was undone they pulled it off of her head .Quinn’s hair was matted with sweat the rubber had stuck to her skin. It was a rather wet sound finally the two tubes that were wedged in Quinn’s nostrils were removed and she could finally smell something again even if it was only Britney’s cheep perfume. 

Stacy unbuckled the thick rubber panel gag that was attached on top of the ball gag harness. The pressure on the ball in Quinn’s little mouth reduced. Quinn suddenly shifted in her bonds. The drool that was held behind the gag was released She managed to drool all over officer Britney with a little chuckle that could barely be perceived over the gag. Britney passed Quinn to Stacy. “you bitch your going to pay for that”. Britney screamed as she got a cloth and wiped her uniform. Brittney’s hand landed on Quinn’s rubber covered butt sinking deep into her pert round little bottom with a loud slap and a loud grunt from Quinn. 

Quinn considered that it might have been a mistake to do that. Stacy undid the straps at the back of Quinn’s head the ones holding the Y shaped section of the ball and the strap under her chin. Even with the straps undone she probably had no way of pulling the ball out of her jaw. Stacy grabbed the straps coming from the big red ball in one hand and pushed against Quinn’s forehead with the other . The large rubber ball was slowly forced out of her mouth. It took a considerable effort to pry her jaws open that far. But with a pop the 3 inch wide flexible rubber gag was free of her oral cavity. Quinn moved her jaw for a few seconds. Officer Stacy used a pair of forceps to extract the last piece of packaging from Quinn’s mouth her own chilli soaked panties. Stacy held them up “I am afraid prisoners are not permitted anything but state regulation underwear we will have to punish you for having these”. Both officers laughed. Quinn was still trying to work her jaw to be able to speak to give the officers a piece of her mind. She moved her head trying to dislodge the medical tape that kept her blind. The officers response was to plaster even more sticky Medical tape over her eyelids to keep there prisoner blind with her eyes shut tight.

Britney spoke to Quinn “you cant see it but I am going to describe to you what we are going to do to you to make your life even worse”. Quinn managed to make a sound in her throat nnnoo. Britney giggled “lets start with a large hollow ball-gag so we can force feed you gagged, its 3 and 1/4 inches in diameter a little bigger than your last one its made of medical silicone hooker red, it has a feeding tube inside that sticks out the front two inches. but it also has a clip that locks your tongue inside the gag’s the feeding tube on the bottom so you have to taste whatever vile concoction we decided to pump into you. don’t you feel special that we are going to all this effort for you”. Britney stroked her cheek.

Quinn shook her head “please no” she managed to mumble. Britney pulled Quinn’s head back while Stacy forced the gag between her lips. The gag was huge but very flexible soon it was half way into Quinn’s mouth propping her jaw open. Stacy got a pair of forceps the end was coated in rubber she fished around in Quinn’s mouth for a second. Stacy was amazed to find a hair pin under Quinn’s tongue how long had she hidden that there? Then Stacy grabbed the tip of Quinn’s tong and forced it into the centre of the gag. There was a stainless steel U shaped clamp in the middle of the gag it was lined with rubber. When Stacy was sure that Quinn’s tongue was in the right position she pressed a little depression on the gag, there was a snap. Quinn found the clamp snap shut holding her tong in place it was a strange and unpleasant sensation having the rubber tightly gripping the edge of her tongue, her ability to make any meaning full noise was again removed.

The huge ball gag was now pushed all the way into Quinn’s mouth it was so large her cheeks were distended her lips formed a comical O shape around the gag. Britney continued to hold Quinn firmly as Stacy tightly applied the thick rubber harness connected to the ball around Quinn’s head. The first strap went behind her head drawing the gag in deeper cutting the gag strap into her soft cheeks. The next strap went under her chin and a final Y shaped strap over her nose forcing her to bite down. There were two notches in the gag for her teeth so in could sink in deeper further muffling her cries. 

Britney was amazed at the gag “aren’t you lucky you get to keep that nice little toy for the rest of your stay with us” Quinn shook her head emphatically. Britney continued “Next comes a new version of your panel gag with a hole for the feeding tube. Then we have some ear plugs medical silicone then a new version of the old rubber hood with holes for the feeding tube and those rubber tubes that go up your nose so you cant smell. Then we have your favourite a lace up leather hood this time the laces have been soaked in water so as they dry they will contract further tightening the hood and there is a little hole for the feeding tube.”. the chain was padlocked to the back of the hood drawing her head back.

It was a terrible torment Quinn was given a little tantalising taste of freedom un gagged un hooded she was expecting to be fed like a person but instead they were bundling her back un then they were going to feed her like an animal from now on “the bitches” she thought to herself. The panel was strapped in place forcing the gag further into her mouth or more likely further deforming it to cause her cheeks to bulge. Then the rubber hood was worked over her head again, the feeding pipe fitted through a hole and the horrible rubber tubes invading her nostrils again. Then the black leather hood was laced tightly shut over her head again putting her head in a vice like grip which would only increase in severity as the leather laces shrank. Quinn was left a blank featureless doll  unable to show distress or emotion her compact and attractive body visible in its layered restraints. somehow Brittney found that sight incredibly arousing as she finally released her hold on the prisoner and set about connecting the force feeding machine to the gag via a long hose. 

Britney stood back with Stacy and looked at there handy work “doesn’t she look so cute when she‘s wrapped up like that lets give her a meal and then leave her to squirm”. the two looked at each other Stacy said “what have we got for miss escape artist today” the blond thought “Smoothes and liquid foods will probably have to be it. We add a little Hot sauce to her meal “ the two police officers added an incredibly potent chilli sauce to Quinn‘s feeding machine a few moments later it kicked into life humming pushing the burning liquefied mush into her mouth forcing her to swallow it to muffled inaudible protests.

A thought flickered through Britney’s brain “what’s hot and cold at the same time”. Stacy looked at her “I don’t get it”. Brittney got the bottle of super chilli sauce and emptied it into a slot on the enema machine she pushed a button switching it back on there was a humming then Quinn started to squirm about and protest as her body was filled up with freezing cold water that actually burned. The two police officers giggled together. They locked the door to Quinn’s cell and left her there. It soon dawned on Quinn that they could leave her like that for a very long time days even weeks of confinement gagged bound helpless. “That should keep her out of trouble all day.” “maybe we give her a drink later Purified unsweetened lemon juice (or something equally sour. “. As Quinn struggled the hood slowly contracted, as the soaked laces dried out she was rendered even more helpless.

The next day the asylum that lent Jane the continuous enema flow machine wanted to run some tests on Quinn to see what physiological effects it would have on a normal person, if you could call the slippery little minx a normal person, at no point would her body be released from her restraints but she would be un-gagged to answer questions. They did not want the media to get so much as a view of Quinn, there was a prison inspection and if she was not there all the better. the little pain that she was , would best be kept away from any prison inspector that might cry cruel and unusual punishment. They were going to a hotel near the asylum two officers were going to watch Quinn and keep her out of trouble. They were taking an old van and Quinn’s accessories with them. Of course for therapeutic reasons they had fitted the van with a large water tank so that Quinn could be kept properly stimulated thorough the ride. The doctor would visit the hotel question Quinn then she was going back to her cell she had better be helpful or she would regret it.

Quinn cursed the fact that the machine had wheels its own internal battery supply and a handle even taking her from the van into the hotel room they still had her attached to the monstrosity with the little machine working away busily driving her mad. She was made to sit down on a chair then strapped in place at waist and shoulder. Quinn suddenly moved her heel there was a cry of pain as the pencil thin heal found soft flesh as Jane hopped away. Below her hood Quinn smiled a little smile. They removed her hoods and the medical tape over her eyes a woman in a doctors coat looked at her. She gestured to the office. Quinn’s gag was removed. 

The doctor addressed her “I am Dr Trask, I have control over the machine attached to your butt plug if you behave and answer my questions then things will remain as they are fairly pleasant if you give me any lip or fail to answer any of my questions it will be bad for you”. Quinn looked at the doctor she had a serious look on her face. Quinn was so tired she could not remember the last time she had slept had it been days two three she was not sure also her bondage was so strict her body was almost nodding off.

The doctor started with various general knowledge questions Quinn did badly she was unable to remember things quickly or precisely the doctor kept writing things down it was a lot of things to go through and Quinn was tired. When the doctor finished with the last question from the general knowledge set she pulled out another sheet of paper. “Now I want to see what your mental arithmetic is like. “I’m to tired please no more” Quinn begged. “I think you need a little encouragement” the machine hummed to life Quinn started sobbing “no not more please You cant do this to me”.

The doctor continued “Now you will answer these mental arithmetic questions good yes.” Quinn nodded vigorously she didn’t want another taste of the machine if she could help it. The questions were all multiple choice still Quinn was sure that her mental arithmetic could not have given her a good result if she was fully awake the questions were impossible. At the end of the sheet the doctor shook her head. “You still didn’t do very well you need some additional encouragement” the machine hummed to life Quinn struggled against her bonds “You utter bitch let me go it hurts” Quinn was starting to become far from comfortable.

Quinn was tearing up the doctor picked up another piece of paper. “Your going to answer some questions on this personality test.” Quinn had trouble thinking she was telling the doctor exactly what she thought she wanted to hear on each question but her mind was tired it was hard to read the doctors facial cues. The doctor shook her head. “I was not convinced I think I will have to give you some extra encouragement and then run the test again”. The machine sprang to life for a prolonged period Quinn was already uncomfortable “No please no turn it off” she begged to no effect. A weeping Quinn carried out the test again the doctor looked happier.

The doctor spoke to her holding up another test sheet. “This is a simple survey on your sexuality”. the doctor asked Quinn if she was a lesbian Quinn shook her head. The doctor pushed a button the machine sprang to life “O god it hurts my guts are in knots please stop it hurts so much”. the doctor asked again if she was a lesbian Quinn nodded her agreement. Quinn was given unsubtle hints by the doctor on what she expected Quinn to answer Quinn was forced to say that she was a prolific lesbian when she was mostly heterosexual and had only had one lesbian kiss the doctor asked Quinn if she was attracted to her. Quinn shook her head  the machine sprang to life. Quinn looked at the woman she was early thirties and quite attractive as a woman from that adjusted perspective she found the woman attractive.

Quinn was crying being forced to complement the doctor she knew that this had gone beyond some sort of legitimate medical exercise and now the doctor was playing with her. The doctor continued, “Now I would like to know more about your sexuality specifically why you love bondage”. Quinn shook her head “no I don’t” the machine sprang to life “Please no more no more its inhumane please no I like bondage”. The doctor used threats to force Quinn to admit to enjoying every aspect of her restrictive clothing from the double layered hood to the punishment enema’s to the ridiculous five inch heels that were chorusing her dainty little feet into impossible arches.

The doctor gestured the police officers to step outside she stood up and took her glasses and coat off she wore a skirt that was so short it was non existent. “I think you need to put that mouth of yours to use” . she sat in a chair opposite Quinn and hiked up her skirt to reveal that she was quite wet and wearing no panties. It was a neatly trimmed bush between two silky stockings. The doctor grabbed Quinn’s head and forced her down. Quinn resisted the machine sprang to life “Please the pain the cramps no no nooo aghhh” Quinn was suddenly very enthusiastically licking the woman between her legs for all she was worth. Ten minutes later the doctor orgasmamed loudly.

The doctor stepped out “I am finished now Gag her” the police officers went back inside the hotel room. Quinn had already recovered a key to her bonds somehow wedged it into a crack in a piece of furniture and was trying to manipulate the lock which held her arms together at the elbows. Before Quinn could offer up any defence they had grabbed her and were already starting to gag her “mmppphhhh mmpphh” the feeding gag was soon back in place.

The doctor walked up to Quinn and stroked her bound body “I like the solid rubber pseudo-corset you have squeezed her small body into. I bet it is incredibly form fitting, rather like latex. When Quinn is force fed this could be a bit uncomfortable yes.” the two police officers shook there heads “we don’t have any problem forcing her to eat” they laughed. Jane laughed “we had a special straight jacket made for her to keep her in line. It is made of thick heavy black leather tight from neck to her wasp waist. its smaller than her petite measurements and rubber lined to make it stronger there is a rubber seam that would expand with enough pressure. the back fastens with little padlocks. it is as tight as a corset ,a lot tighter than someone would willingly be able to stand for a corset. Its diabolical and impossible to remove without external assistance.” the doctor looked it up and down “can you email me the link to the maker I think we might be using them in the future for some naughty little patients.” the doctor shook hands with Jane and Britney got her stuff and left.

For another escape attempt Quinn was going to suffer. A little while later Quinn was thoroughly covered nearly from head to toe in leather and rubber and plastic binding. On the floor of the room of the hotel they had wrapped her in cling film Jane was feeling quite annoyed with her just then, after her performance with the doctor and the fact she managed to get Jane in the toe with her heel. Jane asked the hotel to provide her with several heat lamps. She put the tightly gagged and nearly mummified Quinn in the centre of a bunch of heat lamps, all directed on the girl. She began to sweat and suffer. Of course it wasn't long before the temperature inside her suite jumped over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, threatening her with excessive heat. Jane thought about how to avoid endangering her, and she asked Officer Brittany who had come along for ideas. The busty blonde thought for a moment, twirling the end of her blonde pigtail, before she suddenly had a marvellous idea. She scurried off straight away to get the equipment she needed. She left Jane in care of keeping the poor prisoner.

Quinn was being harshly baked from the outside with punishing and merciless heat lamps, being forced to swelter in her tight and constricting leather and rubber prison. Jane attached a thermometer to Quinn's forehead and set it to warn them with an alarm if her body temperate rose to levels dangerous enough for brain damage.

Brittany returned with some special ingredients. Bags of them and a small machine.  As a cruel twist, in order to keep Quinn from experiencing hyperthermia (or over-heating in layman's terms), Brittany hooked up the girl's perpetual enema machine. She then hooked up a custom cold-drink maker to the feed line for the motorized enema machine's input. The cold-drink maker only needed a water input line, which Brittany connected to the nearby sink. The machine create very very cold ice cubes, but meanwhile Brittany poured a huge bag full into the enema-machine's reservoir. The machine itself began blending and crunching them up until they were crushed enough to flow up the input tube. The cold-drink machine meanwhile began dribbling very very cold liquid from its output faucet. The machine would mix human-consumable-safe chemicals and salt together with ice to create something that wouldn't freeze solid but would drop just below the solidifying point of water. It was bitterly cold... and it was about to be injected deep into Quinn's tightly compacted bowels.

Quinn was almost delirious from heat and even though she wasn't wearing her hood, she hadn't paid much attention as she watched Brittany preparing her next item of restraint. She didn't even notice when the enema hose connected to the plug nestled in her tight little ass jerked and hummed softly. She DID notice when suddenly the coldest enema she'd ever heard of began bubbling its way out in the very furthest recesses of her ass. She arched her already strained back and howled at the top of her lungs in surprise and displeasure. Of course her gag muted this to a mere muffled groan. But the beyond icy water just kept on coming, flooding her ass. Immediately her bowels rebelled against the frigid inflow, contracting fiercely and squirming and cramping in no time. Yet her belly could do absolutely nothing other than attempt to force the numbingly cold liquid down the curling course of her bowels in an attempt to evacuate her ass. Of course the large butt plug nestled firmly between her tautly spread cheeks prevented even a drop from escaping.

More and more of the painfully cold liquid was forced into her belly, and she hadn't been allowed to release a drop yet. In truth Jane and Brittany were laughing and smiling as they watched their former escape artist prisoner thrashing on the floor while she baked on the outside and had her belly ballooned on the inside.

Brittany's brilliant idea worked. The stingingly cold liquid kept Quinn's core temperate from rising above dangerous levels, but it did absolutely nothing to lessen the horrible heat discomfort she felt everywhere else. Her organs were safe and cooled, but the rest of her was very uncomfortable and sweating like mad. Eventually Quinn's belly was forced to round outward like she was several months pregnant, the wasp waist of the straight jacket had rubber sections to the seams that would expand with sufficient pressure but it was not comfortable for there occupant, which was a feat in and of itself given how uncomfortably tightly her middle had been wrapped around with her pseudo-corset and other bindings. The pressure on her guts was immense, which only made her continually cramping intestines hurt more. She was grunting continually now and trying to curl herself in a foetal position, which was unfortunately impossible given the rest of her bondage. The strength of the cramps was slowly scooting her around in a circle as her body convulsed between spasms.

Satisfied that Quinn's compressed belly had assumed nearly the early-pregnancy look, Brittany opened the output valve on the girl's butt plug. With teary-eyed relief Quinn's bowels were given the pleasure of emptying. Of course, the outflow was never allowed to exceed the inflow, which the motorized enema machine carefully monitored. For every pint Quinn squeezed from her asshole down the exiting tube, another pint of frigid liquid was pumped deep into her compact and knotting belly.

Jane checked the thermometer. Quinn's brain was safe but she was left to suffer for hours, freezing and baking in agony at the same time. They watched the TV with Quinn at there feet. Soon the heaters would go off the hoods would go back on. The freezing enema would be reduced but not stopped there would still be no sleep for there pretty prisoner tomorrow they would take her back to her cosy prison cell and put the little brat back in her place squirming against the machines mechanical assault.

Hours later, Quinn’s brain was desperate she knew she couldn’t take much more and they would break her, they had removed the bed from her cell and installed a treadmill instead. they had her shoulders attached to chains suspended from a hook on the ceiling she was held in place unable to fall over there was a bar around the tread mill at waist height and the machines were connected to her she was being force fed a horrible broccoli and cod-liver soup every three hours. She was being forced to suffer a punitive continuous flowing enema that had been going for to long. she had to keep walking and the silver plug in her pussy kept slowly humming if she stopped then painful electric shocks were administered deep into her body forcing her to keep walking. With the ankle cuffs the hobble skirt and the tight heels it was truly hell and there was no way to escape it her little bottom wiggled one foot in front of the other the tight hobble skirt holding her legs in place her arms useless elbows together behind her back mittened fingers meeting around her tightly clinched waist.

The horrible layered hood the medical tape over her eyes it was all driving her mad the clamp on her tong the huge gag oppressing and subjugating every part of her anatomy and giving her no option but to keep walking forwards. It was hard to think her head ached a strong headache held her mind, probably a side effect of the sleep deprivation it was making it hard to think. She regretted every single time she had resisted the officers she had no way to beg for forgiveness or mercy or the slightest leniency not that they would be willing to show her any.

Despite the continual enema she had been starting to experience that brief micro sleeps that could not be avoided. The staff had made sure to prevent this from giving her any relief the dam walking machine made sure if she paused for a second or nodded off she was rudely shocked awake and forced to hobble on. She was feeling a general uncomfortableness a feeling of unease a malaise all through her body as it was denied rest. Quinn had felt the fatigue creep up on her growing day by day hour by hour she had put her body through exercise clenching and straining muscles to keep them in condition now she could not maintain that regime. It had been a gradual onset but they had worn her down.

She could feel it , they were going to win to beat her down , it was only a matter of time not today maybe tomorrow or the day after she kept walking. the hose inside her poor guts twitched as more water flowed on endlessly. The physical exercise was causing her muscles to burn her legs were in so much pain she ran marathons easily but walking in these hellish heels in this disorientated and restrained state was the hardest thing she had ever done and it would not end. 

She could feel her mind slowing her wits dulling she had listened to the guards as they talked and had come up with snappy comebacks to there mocking of her condition. of course she was gagged so all she could do was moan back at them but it was harder to think. it was harder to remember it took more effort to remember what she had stolen where it came from how she had gotten away. God she needed sleep and soon it was torture, utter torture she paused for a second electrical agony and she was forced to walk on.

She had been thinking of a way out her mind was having difficulty focusing, she would fake a something and they would have to take her to hospital what were the symptoms she couldn’t remember, memory loss was not one of them! The gag sprang to life and she had to swallow. She was getting clumsy it was hard to get one foot in front of the other she tried to get a rhythm toe heel toe heel but her mind was so foggy.
She almost tripped again.

Quinn could feel her heart pumping she tried to pull her arms free against the jacket but she got no movement , her restrained left hand shook with a hand tremor there were another part of her restrained body involuntarily and futilely fighting against her bonds. She was so angry she wanted to lash out but she had no way to move. She blinked her eyes she was free of the restraints there was a yellow road in front of her she was wearing 5 inch heels little by little she walked forwards towards a green glowing city there was a singing scarecrow to her left and a lion to her right a tin wood cutter in front of her winked, Quinn was sure she was  hallucinating but it was better than reality she thought.

Step by step she slowed down her vision was getting less her clothing more restricted she closed her eyes the hallucination was over and she was back inside the cell inside her restraints. She yawned into her gag it was to much they had to stop this torture at some point surely? Were they planning to keep this up until she went completely bonkers. She tripped she shook her head where was she, she was confused, why was she tied up why was she walking on this treadmill. What if she stopped zap , Quinn was experiencing memory lapses from the sleep deprivation soon they would have her tamed. There was a manic smile under the gag not just yet they had dent had they.