Old Time Villain

  He looked like a right bounder, a total spiv. The sort of cad who would find gainful employment as a tax inspector or a rent collector. The sort that wouldn't get their own hands dirty, but would stand at the back line and issue orders. You could see him as a dentist of ill repute who revealed in causing his patients to squirm in the chair. Then making them faint when he presented them with the bill. His most prominent facial feature was a crooked nose, as if some door had been violently slammed shut upon him catching him right in the face. Whether this was a metaphorical or actual part of his past he would not say. The mark was clearly there for the world to see, both inside and out.

  You could just see the scene from their courting. The dastardly naredowel offering up a bunch of limp looking flowers bound up in cheap paper with a garish ribbon. Yet she looked ecstatic at the prospect of his company. For some reason she seemed to be amenable to his attempts at courting her. When other suitors had run straight into a brick wall, not even having their letters of intent acknowledged. You might wonder if he had some unseen leverage. You could picture him blackmailing her, rather than writing her poetry to coerce her affection.

  There was a squint in his eyes as if he was trying to see something in the distance, hidden over the horizon. As if he was trying to see some opportunity for profit. He had a waxed handle bar moustache, as well as a little goatee beard it made him look the real villain type. This facial fuzz probably hid a weak jaw line and a faltering upper lip as fragile as his nerve.

  While not the shortest man he had not achieved a generous height, his poor posture detracted from that. So, to counterbalance his shortcomings he often wore a top hat to make up for the lack of height. The elevator shoes with their thick soles made him look odd and didn't help his poise or gait. He clomped about the place as if they were filled with led. He tried to look more impressive with an ornate looking opera cape, to make him look larger. A little walking cane in an attempt to appear more impressive, he was embracing fashions his grandfather might have found outmoded.

  Most were convinced that he was just a layabout a neerdowell a rogue a conman. That he had arranged the marriage to the lovely lady to get his hands on her wealth. But despite the numerous warnings, the heiress seemed to be wilfully oblivious to what was right under her nose. He pretended to be of good breeding, at least when she was in ear shot. He had somehow managed to get a foot in the door to begin with, moving around the right social circles. He actually managed or at least seemed to impress her with his fake title a Grand Markey. His dubious peerage of some obscure part of high society had never been investigated. His family tree was more of a twisted briar, than a noble oak.

  Really, he was not a very classy person under the layers of cheap cologne and second hand suits. The horrible greasy food that he dined on seemed to match his hair, a selection of which was perpetually caught in his moustache. But she was apparently too smitten by his greasy charms to notice, he was rotten under superficial acts of gentlemanliness. He was not exactly in a prime specimen of health, he had black lungs coughing up tar from the cheap cigars. That was nothing compared to the black shrivelled heart hidden under layers of patched coats and second hand darned shirts. There was more likely to be grease or black ink in his arteries, rather than noble blood.

  When all their courting came to its finale. When the big day finally loomed and every arrangement was made, things took an unsurprising turn. It was a swift civil ceremony at a tiny venue with a couple of witnesses that he had employed. They went down to the register office signed a lot of papers and came back to her estate. She barely had time to get into her wedding dress then into the hired carriage. Soon after they were married he had already put plans in motion for her future. Things that would move her far away from her family estate, shuttering her away from public view.

  You could quite easily imagine her excitement at seeing a big crowd after their wedding. Imagining that maybe he had decided to make it a grand affair in secret, rather than the tiny private affair he had planned. Only when the carriage got closer to the estate she would notice that its set up like an auction and not a party. There were rows of seating ready for bidding like an auction, not a set up for a dance floor or a meal. She looked both confused and surprised. But there was a special something just for her.

  As they got back to her estate there was a carriage waiting, with white padding on the inside and iron bars on the windows waiting just for her. There were two strong nurses with evil grins. He had her committed on her wedding night, before even consummating there union. He had made all the arrangements to have her taken to an institution. He barely waved good bye and then proceeded to turn round and start embezzling her fortune with gusto. He took a moment to respect his dear wife as she was hauled off. Before he cracked his knuckles and started auctioning off her estate to pay for her treatment. While they were dragging her away in the background.

  She was rather shocked as they dragged her away, still in her wedding gown. She was barely able to fathom what was going on as they cruelly lashed her wrists and elbows together with taunt course hemp ropes. They were very careful with the dress as it was on hire. Though they were very though with her security. Even tying her thumbs together with twine. The clinical staff stuffed a huge mass of gauze in her mouth before she could protest. To keep it in place they wrapped a thick leather muzzle over her face. She was shocked staring into the distance as they bodily picked her up and threw her into the back of the padded van, like a piece of inconvenient luggage.

  No sooner were the doors locked than the carriage set off, as if it was responding to an urgent call or it was on fire. The driver was going hell for leather to make their appointment at the institution with her bouncing about in the back. Before she could come to terms with things the carriage slammed to a halt and she bounced off the padding. She blinked as the doors were thrown open. She was dragged out of the conveyance and shoved into the secure institute. She could barely stand, wishing that she wore a dress that wasn't so tight or heels that were not so high. The heavy steel plated doors slammed shut behind her.

  Before she could even regain a solid footing, she found herself in a cold stone room being stripped naked. She was blushing crimson full of shame and humiliation as her last stitch of clothing was whisked away. There was even a courier waiting to take her dress back to the shop, to get the deposit back. In the next room waiting for her they had a nice big tub of ice cold water that she eyed with dread. She was practically drowned in the tin bath, as they held her under. When she broke the surface shivering and gasping for air they descended on her brushes in hand. They scrubbed her with hard soap and stiff brushes, only to dunk her into the water again.

  This process was repeated again and again, it felt like they were deliberately trying to drown her. She barely made a comment even without the gag in her mouth, simply gasping and coughing up water. They pulled her out with a splash and roughly towel down her naked defenceless body. She was shivering from the cold unable to muster up the courage to voice an objection. The heiress felt her vision fading her steps faltering, as she was led out of the bath house into an adjacent dressing room.

  The grinning nurses showed her a long tapered rubber item, it must have been nearly three and a half feet long half an inch at one end and three at the base. The new patient naively wondered what they were going to do with it as they produced a tin of grease. Her eyes went wild as she realised where exactly it was going, she finally found her voice and started to beg for clemency. The large bar of hard soap was wedged between her lips as a temporary gag. While she was forcefully introduced to her new intimate companion.

  They strapped her in place, bent over a weathered oak bench at wrist and ankle. She was humiliated in the most debasing way imaginable as the nurses made three and a half feet of flexible rubber disappear very slowly. She bit into the foul tasting bar of hard soap and closed her eyes. What followed next was a sturdy pair of tight rubber briefs, to stop her having any accidents. Going from a high waist to mid-thigh. Not that much would get past the plug that they had unceremoniously wedged inside her between her buttocks. It was a terrifying portent of things to come and a humiliating reminder of what her stay truly had in store for her.

  They roughly forced her hands into some wet leather mittens, restraints that went from fingertip to arm pit. The nurses laced them up until they were horribly tight, crushing her fingers and leaving no avenue of escape. She was told that the rawhide would shrink as it dried, so she would not see her hands again for a very long time. She was soon put into the asylums standard inmate uniform. The poor lady was bound up in an old fashioned straight jacket dress. A garment that would ensure her total immobility and modesty. It began at the bottom with a long tight skirt that squeezed her legs together. Going down past her ankles touching the floor, leaving only the tips of her big toes peeking out as her legs were forced hobbled together.

  It came with long thick inflexible sturdy canvas sleeves that completely enveloped her arms. It was topped with a tight highly reinforced collar. There were reinforcing straps on the sleeves at wrist and below the elbow to make it even more punitive. They dug into her flesh when tightened and made her arms numb. Then there were the heavy duty double rows of laces on the back of the jacket that would insure an unforgiving constricting pressure over her entire torso. That seemed to wring the air out of her lungs. There were tight loops of material riveted on for her arms on the front and on the sides of the garment to remove all wiggle room.

  They tight laced her very harshly into the garment! She had absolutely no idea how she would possibly cope with this lot, she doubted that it would be well. The noble lady could barely breathe as her arms were immobilised. Thrust through the front loop, then side loops, her arms were pulled together very tight left totally immobile. She was terrified by the compression applied from her ankles to her throat.

  She was barely able to stand up confined like this, she could sway a little from side to side. She was terrified at the prospect of what awaited her. The orderly picked her up and practically threw her on a hand cart. Before she could roll off she was strapped down to it, keeping her in place like a sack of laundry stacked up. She was wheeled out of the dressing room along a bleak corridor up to a grand looking oak door. There was a knock on the door, she was wheeled into the study of a half drunk doctor. He looked at the papers in front of her scratched his head and took another slug from the bottle in-front of him.

  Behind the thick glasses there was barely a spark of attention. He was fat balding wearing a waistcoat with an open white coat over the top. The new patient eyed him up and down. She was not sure if the man could actually get off his chair under his own power. This was to be some formal interview, he gestured with his pen. An orderly pulled the bar of soap lodged in her jaw. He slurred his words advising her that he was her doctor. She couldn’t understand his name only that it started with an SH and she was now patient 1834 something something.  Before she tried to ask a question before she could really get much out he prescribed her a gauze gag. To have her silenced her mouth stuffed and cleaved etc.

  The patient tried to argue but the nurses proceeded with gagging her immediately. It started off with a ball of gauze about 5 inches round that was compressed into her mouth. Then a wrap of bandages from front to back compressing the packing into her mouth and splitting her jaw open. Then a slightly larger bundle of packing forced over the top of the first. Followed by a second sadistic wrap to anchor it in place then bandages over her jaw then round her head. It commenced including a bandage wrap over her hair, then a tight leather panel gag over the lot to really cement the padding in place, her jaw ached immensely following this procedure.

  The patient thought that her current predicament was bad. But the doctor had prescribed her with another little accessory to help her calm down. She was brought to another dressing room, this one had a fearsome tube of leather. The nurses rolled her off the cart and proceeded to lace a formidable brown leather corset over her straight jacket dress. It went from her neck to waist. The remorseless compression erasing her arms after two passes, they might as well not have existed. She was starting to cry from the pressure, from the tight lacing it was merciless and sadistic. They worked down the back of the garment again and again until the two sides met. So that it looked like she had no arms whatsoever. Then the laces were knotted off.

  The lady was taken to her room, she had to admit that it was a very nice room. It was tastefully furnished as befitting a high born lady. It was decorated with very nice furniture and paintings. There was a view but you couldn’t really appreciate it. There were two tiny cots positioned below the windows instead of beds. One of the tiny cots was already occupied by another patient. 

  She had a room mate who was dressed exactly like her. Their eyes met and there was a flicker of recognition between them. The new patient remembered some time ago sitting at her writing desk. The memory seemed palpable transporting her back to her first nervous attempt writing to her friend. The one who was in fact her secret lover, the one who unfortunately got herself committed. It was after she was found with inappropriate materials, things that her maid had reported to her governess.

  The new patient had been writing to the institution for some time, on behalf of her dear friend who was something more. The poor young lady who had been put away in these walls, who was now opposite her constricted in merciless punitive restraints. Her letters had never had more than an official response. They had never let her friend even dictate so much as a thank you or acknowledgement in response. To this day she had wondered if they had even been seen by the patient.

  When it first happened and her lover disappeared she was beside herself with desperation. She was tempted to attend the hospital to see what had become of her, to go up to the front gate and start knocking. She was also rather worried about sharing her fate, being mistaken for one of the patients. You heard about it all the time, people being lost in the system for months and years forgotten by the world. She had reasoned that she would need to find someone with a connection to the institution, a person who would be able to act on her behalf.

  The heiress had arranged with much bribery and frustrated waiting the supervised visits. Each of them sitting either side of a barred visiting room. It was divided down the middle by two sets of bars, designed so that there was enough distance to speak. But not enough distance for one person to reach the other. As an added precaution there was a warden watching them like a hawk, who would overhear anything that was said. She was even keeping a transcript of the appointment. Her friend had remained bound as tightly as she was now. The only concession being the removal of the harsh gag. Of course, she was gagged afterwards and led away. As soon as the allotted time was over they would proceed to gag the patient without warning, even when she was midway through a sentence.

  When she actually got to see her lover, the poor woman had a hard time speaking bound up like she was. Her mind was muddled and dizzy, her speech fractured and rambling. The heiress had sought out a contact who had arranged a couple of supervised visits. Then the villain had earnestly promised her that he could reunite them, that was all that she really cared about. She visited her lover at the asylum as a regular visitor at first. Until she tried to get the opportunity to stay past visiting hours as long as they could be together, but alas it was rejected. She managed to get a copy of the patient records. There was no therapy, no rehabilitation. They considered her lover as too depraved to be redeemed. There was only perpetual punishment and confinement in her future, a bitter fate for the once vivacious young woman.

  The heiress had made a deal with the conman, their romance was in truth a scam. She had thought with her bargain that she would get to see her true love again, on her terms through the villain's connections. However, it appeared to be just a cruel trick. It looked like she would get what she wanted after a fashion, to spend all her time with her love to see her again every day. But the reality was not like there deal, she would be left unsupervised with her true love. They would be unsupervised together, but in their current state of dress that would avail them little. 

  She would admit after watching her lover struggling so much, she had developed a morbid curiosity about how it felt like to be bound up so tight. She honestly now rather regretted this impulse. It was meant only to be for show, at least that was what the cad had said. They were not actually meant to bind her up like this. Another thing that he had lied to her about, which she was left with no possible recourse bound and gagged so tightly.

  When their visits were supervised and they were kept either side of the bars, she had longed with all she had to be in the same room without that divide between them. The idea of them being so close and yet so far apart felt a cruel sadistic irony. As if a writer had penned it so that they were laying down thematic verse, reflecting their longing want and frustration. She had convinced herself that she wanted to be put in the asylum. Because she was actually a lesbian and her lover was committed to the asylum. She believed that she needed to be with her true love. So, she thought that maybe that it was the only way that they could be together.

  There was a cot with a lot of big solid looking leather straps waiting for her. She was picked up and pushed into it hitting the padding hard. The cot was far too small for her to lie down so she soon ended up bent into a bow and strapped down. The straps were run to a wheel, a handle attached to the mechanism was under the cot. A turn of the crank and everything was made tighter. The nurse told her to get a good night’s sleep, tightening her room mates bonds in a similar way until she was in horrific distress. The nurse smiled then pulled a thin kid-skin hood over her room mates head. The sadist took a bit of glee lacing it shut with wet rawhide laces that would slowly dry contracting with crushing force. The nurse moved close, then did the same to her. She locked a panel over the top of the cot, effectively trapping the heiress inside.

  She was left with the thought that this is what she had asked for. This was what she had wanted and at the same time this was not what she had expected! She was put opposite her lover hog-tied in a little cage gagged. They were only a few inches apart from each other, so that they could see each other. But they couldn't touch each other, or communicate apart from distressed glances. Their bodies were bent into merciless tight arched hogties. It was utterly impossible to escape from or find any relief from the immense pressure the position put upon them.

  The nurse who had been doing the tying stroked her face. Telling the heiress that they had met before outside the institution. She introduced herself as the Principal nurse, indicating that she was actually the sister of the villain who married the heiress. Her sister in law was now her governess and warden. She stroked her charge through her bonds groping her breast. Telling the heiress and the other inmate that they were both going to staying horny and frustrated for the months and years to come. That they would be so close to each other, but unable to do anything about it. She would be the only one who would ever have any pleasure from this situation.

  In a startling moment of recognition, the heiress realised that she had been introduced to this woman before at her engagement party. Not only that she had been present on her supervised visits as the attendant watching like a hawk. Now that she thought about it there was something else in her eyes when she had been supervising her before. A sadistic predatory lust that now the poor woman had no way to escape. Her brother had offered his bride up as his sisters plaything.

  The cads sister explained in a smug tone that she actually rather fancied her new prisoner. When she started attending the visits at the asylum she was rather taken with her. She will look after her sister in law while her brother is gadding about. He gets her money she gets her body. The two lesbian lovers will be left being trapped frustratingly close to each other. Trapped at the mercy of their warden. The rogue delivered the letter of their bargain but not the spirit. The heiress should have been more careful with what she wished for. Now the lovers were nothing but playthings for their captor and warden.

The End!