Live in Nurses
Part 2
She could just about see that her bedroom door was open. Wedged in place with one of her slippers. Things had already been shifted about. Her night stand was open, she could feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment. They had her small collection of toys out resting on a shelf. The massager, the small dildo and the slightly larger dildo. The fuzzy cuffs her sleeping blindfold the cheap fake leather paddle and the slim butt-plug that she had not yet had the courage to use. Her small library of reference material was also in plain sight. She screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment. The titles came to her mind, Slave girls of Skoll, The Spanking Games, Intern in Rubber.
She hated the idea of other people rummaging through her things. Treating her stuff with such casual disregard with such impunity. The nurses gently put her on the floor next to her bed. Min stretched her arms then patted Vanessa on the stomach.
“At the very least we are going to keep you on a diet for the next 6 months. At the absolute minimum it will make you easier to transport about”. Vanessa tried to growl at her through the gag. That was really mean! Did they have any idea how much time she spent sifting through reports? It wasn't like she could take a bundle of accounts folders to the gym to review. Still this would prove to be the one diet that she could guarantee that she would be sticking to. That was on account of the strict regimen that would shortly follow.
The two nurses began the slow methodical process of converting Vanessa's bedroom into her prison cell. They quickly cleared everything away from her bed. So that there was nothing in the way, allowing them to have full access to the frame and mattress. They didn't casually throw her stuff about. They were organized in removing everything almost cataloguing it. They made sure that they could get access to both sides of the bed. Something that they were no doubt going to strap her to. The nurses were very fast and efficient, they didn't bat an eye as her room was folded up. They piled all her stuff into her cupboards and into the far end of the room. They would inventory and stack it up more neatly later. Making a better job of organising her house than Vanessa ever would if left to her own devices. Min picked up one of her hosts erotic books and gave her a knowing look.
“At least we have some similar tastes. Though I have much better toys … that we are going to get to play with together”. She giggled and put the book down on the shelf. She waved the paddle about in her hand. She looked on it as an incredibly inferior tool, something that she would not usually stoop so low as to use.
The nurses went to get a couple of the big silver boxes. Bring them up to properly prepare the room. Working to turn it into something more akin to a hospital room from a low budget horror movie. One of them went off, to the drive. To make sure that the van was secured neatly in place. They added a security lock to the wheel and a pair of wedges to stop it rolling away or being stolen. Min put a tarpaulin over the van, so that it was kept immaculate for their stay at Vanessa's home. Not that Vanessa would know what they were attending to. Min went back inside and joined her partner in crime. They were ready to begin some of the more fun aspects of their job. At least fun if you were as sadistic lesbian. Someone who got off on tying up other women. Together they opened up one of the heavier boxes. They pulled out a rolled up lump of sinister white material. The prisoner became nervous for a moment, growing wet and aroused. Imagining herself stuffed tightly inside one of those boxes held in a tiny dark lightless prison.
Vanessa watched from her position on the floor, as they pulled a rubber sheet over her bed. It was thick and stretchy. They crouched down and disappeared under the bed. Linking a number of tabs underneath, so that the rubber sheet would stay in place taunt on top of the bedding. All sorts of horribly erotic scenarios ran through Vanessa's head. She watched as the pillows on her bed were wrapped in a rubber pillowcase. No matter how much she cried sweated or did anything else she wouldn't leave a trace on the bedding. Jow smiled down at her,
“Don’t worry, whatever your imagining what we are going to do to you will be far far worse. And far better than anything you have ever imagined. Your orgasms are far more intense when you’re so tightly bound that you can’t move, you just let go of everything”. Vanessa desperately willed her body to make some movement. If only she could crawl away and dial the police. Or scream her head off, so that the neighbours could hear her distress.
The nurses slowly unpacked and assembled a network of thick wide straps into a lattice that best resembled a cargo net. Forming the numerous straps together laid over the bed. Vanessa watched taking note, they were composed from a number of materials. They looked like they were mostly heavy nylon with some cable at the edges for reinforcement with leather fixings. They were woven into a series of webbing that went over the top and around the entire frame of the bed. It was like her bed had been wrapped in a web of brown padded leather and nylon. They moved under the bed and ratcheted it tight. They worked until the bed frame was creaking under the pressure. The health inspector was panicked aroused but still mostly immobile. The anaesthetic drug was abating by the smallest of degrees. She could wiggle her toes and the tips of her fingers, that would not help her at all.
Min and Jow seem to be preparing to tie Vanessa down in a far more rigorous and permanent manner. More than just the zip ties that had her limbs held for the moment. Vanessa knew that it was going to be complete overkill. Every part of her body would be mercilessly bound. Even if she was not drugged, she probably wasn't getting out of the zip ties without some scissors to hand. Let alone whatever this would be, when they finally finished assembling it. Vanessa could tell that this was not even the full restraint. It was just the foundation layer of her restraints, something to tie her to the bed. They were going to tie her up and it was inevitable. She could hardly resist and for some reason that inflamed her traitorous libido. When she was wrapped up in whatever oppressive restraint system they had in store for her. Then they would secure her down to her own bed, as if she was cargo on a truck bed. Bound to go from one end of the country to the other.
The nurses grinned and approached her with a pair of medics shears. She was stripped completely naked. Her clothing shredded, the nurses removed her bra dressing gown and one slipper that had survived in place so far. They bagged the shredded fabric up and put it in a bin bag. They put on long rubber gloves. They had a kit with wax strips and a razor ready from one of the big boxes. Vanessa tried to make some noise as the tie on her ankles was snipped and her legs were spread about as wide as they would go. One nurse sat on her right leg the other on her left, kneeling down holding her legs open. She was splayed so she was pretty much doing the splits. The health inspector closed her eyes, as they shaved everything off below stairs between her legs. It was much to her humiliation and rage. They applied some sort of clinical cream, a depilatory to keep it that way. Killing off the hair follicles and making her much easier to look after in the long run. Of course it stung quite a lot and made her blubber into her gag. She was more aroused when they had finished than when they had started.
They unwrapped something large and white made from a thick heavy fabric. It was pulled from the bottom of a case. Vanessa was whimpering into her gag as she saw what fate awaited her. She was rolled over for a moment her limbs briefly freed with a couple of snips. She wanted to twist her arms away but they were limp as anything from the drug. Without any bit of noticeable fuss or resistance, she was swiftly put in a very comfortable but very secure canvas jacket. The restraint was designed for long term wear. It came with a lot of padding built into the jacket. The soft breathable lining would make it less uncomfortable for long term wear. The health inspector felt her heart sink as her arousal rose. They would probably keep her tied up in this jacket as long as they wanted her out of the picture. She had a chilling feeling that she would be wearing this garment non-stop for the next 18 months. She tried to desperately compel her body to make some sort of token resistance. But she just lay there limply, her nerves and muscles unresponsive.
They worked it up over her body as if they were dressing a manikin. The two of them didn't need to speak, they were working perfectly in rhythm. Vanessa was rolled onto her front, they worked on the back and strapped everything securely in place. It was now impossible for her to escape her fate. Vanessa felt like a package being wrapped for shipping. It was getting worse every moment as the pair of nurses pulled all the straps even tighter. They worked from the bottom to top three times methodically and mercilessly using her body weight and their combined leverage against her. They worked until the jacket was really solid, a knotted mass of canvas straps and leather crushing her body.
She was certain that she would never get out of the jacket on her own. She could feel the dual crotch-strap either side of her wet crotch. It was all far too tight squeezing her flesh. She tried to whimper into her gag as the nurses neatly folded all the straps back on themselves. The ends went back through the loops, they carefully padlocked the buckles at the back closed. Every little click of a padlock made a little tear roll down her cheek. Even without the drugs and all the time in the world she would never get out of this on her own.
Vanessa's arms were swiftly wrapped around her waist. Her limbs were fed through a tight figure 8 front loop and narrow side loops, to give her no wiggle room whatsoever. The ends of the sleeves were strapped up tight, linked together at the back of the jacket. The evil nurses braced themselves and pulled her arms tighter and tighter until the jacket itself was creaking and straining in the process. Then Vanessa’s immobilised arms were locked firmly in place. Held so tight that there was no wriggle room. There was no way even if she wasn't drugged, that she would get out of this thing. Though she was sure that the nurses would be very thorough and keep her nice and helplessly drugged. On-top of the strangely arousing immaculately tight jacket.
Jow causally put a hand on Min's bottom,
“You know this reminds me of our little side gig, to pay our way through nursing school”. Her partner in crime grinned,
“Yes those ladies would watch us dance together at the club. Then they would invite us to have a privates session. You remember that Dom who didn't want to be on the bottom, after we overpowered her and tied her down”. “Yes it was funny, after everything we did to her. She came crawling back the next day begging for another session”. Something which was of course going to be the case with Vanessa's treatment program as well. The nurses retrieved lots of extra straps, they tightly wound them over and through the jacket. There were numerous loops stitched through the jacket for the straps. Then more padlocks appeared out of seemingly thin air. Making the straight jacket much heavier and tighter. Pinning her arms to her sides and encompassing her breasts. Framing them with a lot of heavy straps. Jow pulled back a pair of flaps and her perky breasts popped free of the jacket. Her engorged nipples pointing up at the ceiling.
The nurses brought the stretcher back into play, Vanessa was lifted up then rolled out onto the bed. She lay there as the stretcher was broken down and packed away. To her great humiliation her lovely long legs were spread embarrassingly wide. Her knees were pulled up high, touching the edges of the bed. They were almost to her shoulder level. Their hands ran up and down her body squeezing and caressing her from her labia to her nipples. She was left completely exposed. Her breasts pussy all of it was excited aroused and exposed. They set about strapping her in place in this lewd and demeaning position. This must be more of the training that they had mentioned before. She told herself that she really hated it, at least she was a little convinced that she did.
She had to wonder how far this could go? At least they weren't crossing her ankles behind her head yet, bending her into a human pretzel. She was sure that they were going to give her the training to make that possible. She would be bent and folded stretched and teased of that she was certain. The straps they used anchored her down at her ankles toes. Above and below her knees round her thighs and waist. Vanessa attempted to struggle against them, to close her legs but it wasn't happening. The drugs reduced her movements to a few twitches. More straps were applied over her forearms her shoulders neck and her head. They were there above and below her breasts, she was utterly helpless. If they turned the bed on its side, she would not fall of and barely shift in position like this.
The nurses kept talking between themselves barely paying any attention to their prisoner,
“I can’t believe that it was only 4 years ago, we went straight out of nursing school ready into a job. We had that Teacher Miss Tavistock to thank. She recommended that we join the Paine institute, very helpful that was”.
“Yes we were put on the night shift, it was just keep them quiet and keep them secure”. The second nurse grinned.
“It was lovely sedate the bitches and tie them down as tight as you like. It was so much fun seeing all those trust fund brats crack as we laced the isolation hoods shut”. There focus came back to Vanessa
“Then out of the blue Clipstone medical services offered us this position, we haven't had a regret since then. One happy customer after another and not one complaint from a patient. Well that is after the right amount of time to properly train them. They are all eventually grateful for the care and attention that they are receiving”.
She could blink and if not for the drugs maybe she could wiggle her toes a little bit bound in this bondage. She considered the tightness of the sleeves around her fingers. The fabric was thick and heavily padded, the profile of the sleeves was sharply tapered. It would be almost impossible to move them. They were stuck as if buried in wet mud. The nurses pulled out radial half circle restraints. They tied all her toes to some sort of contraption that held them out pointed at the corners of the bed. Each digit was separated so she couldn't even wiggle them. They were used to dealing with the most difficult of patients for very long periods of time. Keeping them out of trouble using the harshest methods that they could. She would not have much luck at all at ever turning the tables on her captors and they knew it. It was also exciting her for some inexplicable reason. Also with rising dread she suspected that the nurses had worked out that she was very ticklish. With their probing fingers or they were just taking a lucky guess.
The nurses approached her with smiles on their faces. They had lots of lubricant and long rubber gloves. They gave her a little show as they pulled them on. Vanessa was panicking moaning where she could see what was going on. The show was to get the maximum effect the maximum level of dread and panic from there victim. Though it also seemed to make her more horny. The nurses spread lubricant over her bottom and showed her as they slowly lubed up the oversized object that they intended to use on her. As they inserted the plug they gently rubbed her labia. She grimaced and moaned in pleasure as her bottom was liberally plugged with an incredibly intrusive rubber object. She could feel her sphincter trapped between two rubber collars at the bottom of the plug. Then the seal was rather enthusiastically inflated, until she was really humiliated. Her flesh was held trapped between to large rubber rings. Inflated at the base of the plug a rather redundant double doughnut rubber seal to keep everything clean.
Vanessa got to whimper and moan a bit. One nurse was rubbing her nipples the other was rubbing her clitoris. They slowly moved up to her head. Her mouth was un-gagged, but then a spring steel dental spreader was used to open her mouth. It came with a clamp harness that went over her head before she could even talk. They explain that,
“You will be held like this in one way or another for the next 6 to 18 months. Always bound always gagged always helpless. We will keep you drugged and restrained. But we will also keep you entertained, in one way or another to make the time pass more quickly for both parties. There will be some training to improve your oral skills. Some stretching exercises, to keep you limber and accommodating”. They started to kiss and massage her body. Vanessa whimpered and made a half-hearted attempt to struggle, as a padded blindfold was pulled over her head. A pair of high end ear plugs were pushed into place to isolate her from the world.
Then before she really knew what was going on, Vanessa was being licked skilfully between her legs. A moment later one of the nurses was kneeling on the bed and she was being smothered. A pair of thighs clamped around her head. Forcing her to lick one of the nurses between her legs in return. Vanessa was not a lesbian! But on the other hand … she didn't really have much of an option. She was reacting at first as if she was trying to eat broccoli ice cream, in a word she was unenthusiastic. The result of this was one of her ear plugs was pulled out.
“Vanessa dear if you don't pleasure us much more enthusiastically, then it will be enema time. We will keep increasing the punishing volume until you somehow find a bit more enthusiasm. Just something to think on, we can talk about technique later”. She whimpered as the ear plug was pushed back in.
Suddenly the health inspectors tongue was a blur and she was remarkably very attentive to her captors demands. Two orgasms later per nurses, they stopped before Vanessa had been able to orgasm once. They were teasing while she was more focused. They gagged her with a fabric ball made up from several of her panties and a few socks. The spreader harness was removed and then the ball gag from before was used. Then she got a rubber panel gag over the lot to keep her wanton moaning down. She felt the mask soaked with the same chemical slid into place over the already stifling mass. Then to further frustrate her, Min slid a vibrator home. One of her own stock set to just tease her patient. She then set about giving her feet a bit of tickling, proving that the gag was very good.
One hellish session of orgasm denial and tickling later the prisoner whimpered into her gag. They methodically went over her restraints from top to bottom. They were pulling everything tight twice. Even though she had provided some entertainment. In the end it was not enough, she got a thoroughly applied soapy enema any way. This stretched her guts and made her bindings rather unpleasant. She felt that she was really pulling against her restraints like this, pumped full of soapy punishment. The Nurses threw some padded cushions on top of her then snuggle up to her. Min pulled out the plug and whispered in her ear,
“We didn’t use any aphrodisiacs, you seem to be a natural submissive. With six months or more to help you who knows. You might be begging us to take you with us when our contract is finally over. We have so many more toys to show you. Things that we have collected over the years. Some items liberated from medical school and repurposed. A few bits from the striped tigress club our old side gig. Some of the maximum security items from the Paine institute. As well as a generous number of items provided by Clipstone medical services … to keep their staff entertained”. They popped the muffling plug back in and slowly went to sleep, Vanessa was left with a lot to think about.
Vanessa was left awake, she was really having trouble with the enema, it was really soapy churning in her guts. But the drugs they gave her kept her drowsy, held in limbo unable to rest her body unable to sleep. As the nurses slept they seem to grope and squeeze her body between them, they were nuzzling her. She could just think enough to realise that it was going to be a very long 6 – 18 months. By the end of that time she would be quite good at entertaining them orally and quite used to punitively tight medical bondage. Intimately familiar with jaw breaking gags and she would be really fed up with the god dam straight jacket, that even now seemed to be getting tighter. And if they did as they had threatened to do and keep her on a diet. Well when she did lose a bit of weight well they would tighten the jacket up a little more to compensate!
It looks like Vanessa will be missing her report deadline. And then some.