Live in Nurses

Part 1

  To set the scene. Our story begins one lazy Saturday morning, in a conservative middle class area. It felt as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary could possibly happen in such a place. Which ironically is why such a thing could easily happen under everyone's noses. When everything looked normal, then something truly absurd could easily happen behind closed doors. Each house is isolated to a degree. Fully detached on its own little plot of land. Each piece of property was an island unto itself, as much as that they looked the same. Every single Bastion has a fair degree of privacy purchased at the going market rate. Which was eye-watering on first consideration, and on every subsequent one afterwards. The preface to each property a fairly long drive with quite high hedges. The sort that kept growing up and up until they formed a veritable garden maze.

  The boundaries between one neighbour and another are set with lines drawn in horticulture. Shrubbery defending the borders the property lines. Such large lush hedges would hide many things from prying eyes and dampen many sounds. Not that the existing double glazing or even triple glazing on each property wouldn’t have a good chance at doing that anyway. It is quite early in the morning, the roads were deathly quiet. The pavements were utterly deserted. Yet there is evidence of some professionals who were alert, ready for their duty at this early hour. Possibly held up by a coffee or two. There is one house where the driveway has perhaps a few weeds inching out of the cracks. Where perhaps the hedge is more in need of a trim. Where the owner is perhaps a little too busy to organise such things. For the moment their mind and energy are focused on other more important tasks.

  There was a little two seater white van just waiting. One of the stubby ones with a fairly modest cargo capacity. It came with Clipstone Medical Services printed in plain black uniform letters on the side of the vehicle. It was parked on a corner waiting for something. The windows were darkly tinted, you couldn’t see in if you happened to be curious. You had to wonder if anyone was actually inside. Or, if it had been left there overnight. If you could see through the windows. Then you would see that there was a driver and passenger seated in the little van. Just waiting for the right moment to enact their assigned orders. They were watching a particular house whose garden needed a bit of a trim. Inside was the target of their interest, from a purely professional perspective.

  Specifically they were going to see a health inspector who was in her late twenties. There would be an unexpected house call imminently. The health inspector, Miss Holiday was 28 years old. She was a fairly tall woman at five foot ten. She had a fairly well endowed bust-line, and a nice set of long athletic legs. There was an extra inch or so on her waist. Something that she could exercise away, if she wasn't so dam busy. She considered it more of her to love, rather than a problem that needed to be addressed yet. Her bottom was quite big and round. But still very attractive very spankable and shapely. She had a cute nose and a mocha complexion. She wore her hair styled in corn tails.

  Vanessa checked herself out in the mirror. She blinked yawned and thought about breakfast. It would be some time before she had to go off to her job. Still if she maintained a professional look out of hours, then it helped to keep things together in hours. She had a rather important job, well in her unbiased opinion. In the course of her professional duty, she had been investigating a big pharmaceutical company for the last three months. Technically, the investigation was not over. But Vanessa's preliminary findings were ready for delivery. She could see that they had been cutting corners in all sorts of ways. They were not just lazy and negligent. They were falsifying test data. Rather than bothering to test meaningful samples. The company was both falsifying the positive benefits sample size and test longevity. She had really dug her nose into their records. Scraping away at layers of false information.

  Their own staff didn’t like it, they had been moving around staff that even mustered a hint of objection. Making an example of them professionally and financially. The company had a fairly long reach. Several prominent politicians were big shareholders in this company. She knew that the person who had been investigating it before her had been bribed. They had been gifted a considerable amount to look the other way. Then they had been moved sideways in the regulatory agency. She had spent more effort going through false reports from her unethical predecessors, than from the pharmaceutical company!

  She was now the third person running this investigation. It was suspicious to say the least. The person who first worked this line of reasoning there investigation had faltered. Suddenly they had a nice cushy middle management job, in compliance at an associated company. With a heavy investment in the drugs company that they were meant to be investigating. They suddenly found that when they were mid investigation, that they didn't have anything else to see. All the evidence gathered mysteriously disappeared. Her predecessors had abandoned the case as frivolous. After months of hard work they did a complete U turn. Suddenly they resigned from their post and moved from government to big business. Some sort of illicit deal had been struck, to preserve corporate interests. Miss Holiday had some back bone and was not going to bend to those corporate interests. They were going to be fined and delisted. There would be jail time and so on for their backers. It would include her former colleagues who had enabled them, she was going to make it so.

  Bribes, Vanessa had more integrity than that. She was not corrupt like the others. Which was why she had been assigned this case. She had documented at least three times where they had tried to overtly bribe her. The first time with cash. Then with stock in their company and a very high end car. The last time they had even offered her a position inside there company in the future. With the same company stock options. With cash as a recruitment bonus and a company car. They just needed her to suppress her report for six months, maybe 18 at the most. That would allow them to release there not so miraculous wonder drug. Having brought it to market, before any reports of substantial side effects could kick in. Or any considerable defects could be properly recorded.

  Further Vanessa correctly assumed that they were going to sell off, what appeared to be a profitable business. Onto someone with more money than sense. To recuperate the development costs plus a tidy profit. They had to act before she could show the major flaws in their research, and by implication the major flaws in their drug program. Showing by extension the absolute irredeemable moral decay of the people in charge of the company and associated group. As well as those backing them in government and covering up for them.

  If the health inspector read the books correctly, the pharmacy company was up to their ears in debt. They had been borrowing heavily to develop a drug whose effectiveness rapidly tailed off. They needed to market it soon. Rather than go back and fix the flaws with it. Or they would lose a lot of money, eventually going bankrupt. They really thought that they were too big to fail. To well connected to go down, before they could snatch a win and cash out. They didn't want her to deliver a report that would delay them. Something that would cause their entire business to be picked apart. It would show that it was rather hollow when put under the light of scrutiny.

  To affect her silence they had tried a plethora of things. She had been adamant that she would not be bribed. So another path had been sought to keep her out of the way. Unbeknownst to Vanessa she was signed up for a particular six month long service against her will. Or should that be a particular irregular medical plan without her knowledge? That particular unique service started with a special custom delivery, tailored just for her.

  Vanessa barely registered the porch door loudly slam. She had an unexpected package dropped off on her doorstep at 5 am. How did they know she was an early bird? Her doorbell rang and she went out to see what was in the mail. She checked her phone. But there was nothing, no text, no notice. Vanessa was wearing a pink tinted dressing gown, she had white slippers with a pink trim. She came with a derringer in her pocket and a cup of coffee in hand. The side of the mug proclaimed ‘it’s always time for a spreadsheet’. She put her free hand on the derringer and looked through the view hole on the door. There was a silver package sitting on her doorstep. It was completely square six inches on each side. It had a small note and a red bow on it.

  It didn't look ominous and there was no one about. She shrugged her shoulders feeling silly for the loaded gun in her pocket. Vanessa guessed it would be some other little bribe, from the not so anonymous company stalking her. She released the grip on her gun and put her coffee down on a table by the door. She released the bolt on the door, pulled back on the handle and looked more closely at the package. It was positioned in the centre of the matt. Exactly as if it was perfectly aligned to precisely that position with a centre line and ruler. In fact when she looked down someone had swept her matt and moved it into the centre of the porch. Was the post person suffering from some obsessive compulsive disorder?

  She scratched her head and tapped the reassuring weight of the derringer. She had a panic app on her phone ready to request assistance. Ready as she could be she opened the door wider. She looked about as she bent down and reached forwards. The box seemed to be far more complex than it first appeared. It gave off a little bleep and then the top of the parcel popped up, like it was on a spring loaded hinge. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in surprise. There was a louder beep and before she could get back, there was a blue misty spray emanating from the box. Before she realised what had happened. Before she could clamp her lips shut, she got a face full of blue green gas. She felt her head spinning. Her fingers brushed the handle of the derringer. They flexed and failed to press the alarm on her phone, in the last split second she still had the use of them. On the way down she could read the note. It said enjoy your holiday! She collapsed into a sprawled sitting position. The edges of her vision started to falter. Her mind was sluggish, she barely understood what was going on as she felt herself topple back. She lay there stunned. She had a good view of the ceiling and the top of her porch.

  Vanessa desperately tried to move her body, to reach for the derringer. Or to shout a command phrase to her phone. But she could barely twitch from her tippy toes up to her nose. She could make less noise than a mouse. It felt like some sort of anaesthetic gas. At least it didn't explode. It didn't seem like something that would kill her. She had just been rendered completely helpless. Which in itself was completely terrifying. The pharmacy company had stopped playing about. They were not going to be impeded in bringing their drug to market!

  She could almost feel herself sob. They were going to get away with it. She was going to suffer horribly for all the pain that she had caused them. For all the inconvenience that her stubbornness had raised. The drug would look good to begin with. But in the majority of cases, it was only a temporary reprieve from symptoms. It would give hope, then tragically take it away. Critically after the pharmaceutical company had lined their pockets. It needed half a decade more work. Maybe even a full decade of development, before it could actually deliver on its over exaggerated promise.

  For a second she thought that she was going to be saved, or at the very least assisted. She saw a nurse on her doorstep looking down at her. But this nurse gave her a knowing smile, that made Vanessa try to move all the harder. The first nurse patted her down, she plucked the derringer from her pocket and emptied the ammunition from it into her hand. Vanessa’s mobile phone was picked up and switched off. She cursed herself for not setting some sort of delayed copy of her report up, to be sent off if she was taken out of the picture. There was a second nurse behind the first, who was picking up the little box and carefully shutting it. They checked the patients breathing and pulse. She looked them over as best she could. They wore white 3 inch strap on heels white stockings and suspenders that where a little low. They had skirts that were too tight and short. With their caps and blouses they looked like they belonged in a different time.

  Vanessa looked up at the two oriental nurses. After they arrived on her doorstep they stood looking down at her. As if she was a stray dog that had been caught and collared.

    “Good Morning, Miss Holiday we have been sent by Clipstone Medical Services. Our names are Nurse Min and Nurse Jow we are your live in nurses. We have been contracted to take care of you for the next six to 18 months. Our contract is quite flexible, and so might you after the right training”. Vanessa couldn't believe it, they were going to keep her imprisoned in her own home. Trapped under the pretext of some sort of half-baked medical intervention. Desperately she tried to move, but she couldn't. It only proved that the anaesthetic gas had left her thoroughly incapacitated. She was at the mercy of these dubious medical practitioners. She also didn't particularly like the idea of whatever training this nurse was talking about. Her tone and inflection had a suggestive sexual quality to it that she found unnerving.

  The tone for the rest of their time together was quickly set. The first nurse Min, quickly had her hand down between Vanessa's legs. Much to Vanessa's humiliation she felt her body heat up, as the nurses fingers stroked her body. The nurse swiftly removed her patient's panties. She examined them balled them up and stuffed them into her charge's mouth. Her slack jaw offered no resistance but there was a grimace in her eyes. The second nurse Jow, was pulling off Vanessa’s socks. She tickled her toes to make her giggle into the panty gag. The health inspector regretted wearing the big thick bed socks, as they were shoved in to her mouth as well. Her eyes opened up big and round full of fear. Min dangled a big fat red rubber ball gag in front of her eyes. She could now well imagine that the training she was going to receive from the nurses, was definitely of a sexual nature! Though it also might include some stress positions, to make her a bit more limber for their entertainment.

  The nurse licked her lips as she pushed the 2 and a half inch globe, deep into the mass of padding with both thumbs. As soon as it was seated behind her victims teeth she buckled it tight to cement the undergarment and woolly socks in place. At this point Vanessa was trying to scream her head off. Her vocal cords were as paralysed as the rest of her body. The two nurses worked together, she was rolled on her front. Her arms were secured behind her, at her wrists and above her elbows. Her ankles were secured, all tied in place with thick plastic zip ties. Which were to say the least solid and snug. Her bottom was patted and her breasts squeezed, making her blush and pant before she was rolled back over.

  Jow held up a mask showing Vanessa the thick padded lining. Min had a brown bottle opened and poured something over the mask. Vanessa didn't want to know what was on it. The thick cloth mask soaked in some sort of anaesthetic chemical, was strapped tightly over her jaw. Covering her nose and mouth, she was forced to inhale. There was a scent like the fumes from an oven cleaner, she started to feel very drowsy. It was as if her head was being stuffed with cotton wool. They dragged her to the side of the corridor, Jow slapped her on the thigh and Min bend down to kiss her on the forehead. Vanessa could see that the next 6 to18 months of her life would involve a mixture of being gagged drugged and tightly bound or bound gagged and drugged. Her body for some inexplicable reason was warming up to the idea, with a series of hot flushes. She had never had these types of fantasies before. At least not about a woman, let alone two. She had only gotten a few toys and informative texts in her night-stand. She blushed realising that they were going to find those as well. They were going to get away with it and she would be trapped in her own home. To her hazy mind the passage of time was a little disjointed. She could see the doors to her house fly open, a van was suddenly parked in her driveway.

  One of the nurses picked up her coffee cup and rolled her eyes. Taking it out to the kitchen and pouring the cold coffee down the sink. Then they were bringing lots of cases with them into her home, they were practically moving in. Some of them seemed to be personal effects, some were supplies and some rattled full of buckles and chains. She had to watch all this parked on the side of her hallway. As lots of silver boxes containing who knows what was being brought into her home. She counted at least ten, but her perception was rather wonky at this point. It could have been 20 or 30 and she would have had trouble counting them. She couldn't even imagine what was in them. An educated guess was nothing that would make her life any more comfortable. They would certainly contain a wide array of things that would keep her firmly bound and under control like a good well behaved patient. Again inexplicably she felt herself getting aroused and blushing. She started to picture what they could contain to train her. She imagined a selection of whips and paddles. A whimpering could almost penetrate the gag.

  She tried to struggle, she had to get away. Her muscles were completely unresponsive like limp noodles. The nurses secured their vehicle, locked the front door to her house and turned their full attention to Vanessa. She had no neighbours that would be popping in. No friends that would call her. No family that had any interest in seeing her, being a workaholic had its downsides. She wondered if there was someone in the government agency she worked for who had helped arrange this, to keep her out of the way for a little bit. She would think on who it could be, who had betrayed her? Her mind was slow, or had they just pulled info from the department's database?

  Jow stroked her patients legs, running her hands up and down them. Vanessa didn't know whether she should be more or less worried from this attention. The nurse opened up a metal case releasing a pair of heavy duty clasps, they rattled as they hit the metal frame. Reaching inside she was pulling out a series of sturdy aluminium rods. Her new patient was a little apprehensive with a myriad of potential uses flashing through her head. Was she going to beaten on the ass with one of those poles? She felt another hot flush coming on, at the thought of being thoroughly spanked. Were the poles going to be inserted inside of her. Or perhaps used in some way to restrain her. To make her position more uncomfortable?

  Looking at them they were almost like a set of tent poles, Vanessa watched wondering what the hell was being made as the nurse clicked them together? Then there was a rolled up bundle of fabric. The health inspector wondered if the fabric would be wrapped around her as some type of restraint. She involuntarily moaned into her gag. Her mind was brought to the pair of fuzzy handcuffs that she owned. They were not a proper restraint, they had release catches. They would open if you pulled too hard this was completely different. The nurse linked the fabric sheet between the two poles creating a stretcher. The panicking patient relaxed somewhat at seeing something apparently mundane produced from all those rods.

  The two nurses placed the stretcher down next to Vanessa, none to gently they easily rolled her over onto it. She wanted to at the very least scream at them for casually treating her as baggage. But the gag and the drugs prevented that. The most that she could muster was trying to focus on them. If she concentrated really hard she was sure that she was glowering at them. They slid her into the centre of the stretcher then used straps on the middle of the stretcher to secure her in place. They were applied at shoulder waist and ankle to hold her in position. Vanessa dimly perceived a number of catches on either side of the stretcher. Where they could potentially roll it around her body, turning it into a more secure temporary restraint. With Min at the top and Jow at the bottom they used the stretcher to take her upstairs to her own bedroom. They carried her slowly and carefully being mindful not to bang her body or scuff the decoration on the staircase. They were at least considerate to the condition of their patient and her home.