“Patient 1347, stop where you are!”

Alan Reeves, darted a quick look behind him and spat something poisonous that was only muffled by his gag. That bitch of a nurse was gaining on him. His eyes darted wildly around as he tried to figure a way out of this mess. His options were rather limited, as he was still secured in a standard Mercy Asylum straightjacket, collar, and gag harness. His legs were free, but only because he had managed to kick Nurse Callahan in the shins as she was replacing his restraints. Something that he was quite certain she was going to hold against him.

“Stop!” Her authoritative bellow made him pause, if only for a moment. Alan had to struggle against the weeks and weeks of training, or programming, that told him to stop. This. Instant. He hadn’t the faintest idea how long it had actually been since he had been forcibly committed to this hellhole, but the fact that he was even now hesitating over his escape attempt filled him with dread if he should be recaptured.

Making his decision, Alan hung a left at the intersection, springing away down the hallway in an odd hop skipping sort of run. He didn’t dare move into a full tilt sprint, not with his arms pinioned to his torso and unable to aid in balance or deflection. His breath came in sharp puffing gasps as he hurtled towards what he desperately hoped was freedom.

Then a door began to crack open in front of him, and another nurse appeared. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting him to be moving so fast, nor be so close, because her squeak of surprise and attempted lunge did nothing to slow Alan as he flew by her. The problem of course, was now Callahan had a friend.

“Nurse Roberts, I need your help.” Callahan had rounded the corner, a crop now swishing back and forth in front of her. “Patient 1347 is attempting an escape and I’ll want an official witness in my dealings with him. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I didn’t give him fair warning of what was going to happen.”

The other nurse nodded, and absently pulled a length of rope from her satchel, and spooled some of it out. Alan swore into his gag, turned on his heel, and bolted.

Left, down a corridor. Right, down another corridor. Then left. Then another left. Then right. Each time going in a direction that he thought seemed like it was leading towards an exit. The two nurses remained hot on his heels the whole while, preventing him from ever pausing to think. Ever pausing to reason out his direction of travel. He could only run, and curse, and struggle in his still existing bondage. He just had to make it to reception. To a public space. Surely there would be at least one sane person who could sound the alarm about this hellhole!?

Alan rounded a corner, and felt a piece of himself wither. He was facing a large wall at the end of a shortened corridor. He spun around, hoping he might double back, but Nurse Callahan strode around the corner with a satisfied smirk on her face. Cornered. Shit.

“Had enough 1347? Ready to behave?”

Alan snarled at her. The hell he would!

“Make a note of that, if you please Nurse Roberts,” Callahan’s smirk widened, “Patient has been cautioned and intends to remain uncooperative.”

“So noted,” Nurse Roberts smiled pleasantly.

That was all the warning Alan had as Nurse Callahan lunged forward, covering the distance between the two of them in moments. He had time to attempt a partial dodge, time to shriek in surprise as her hands closed on him, and then she had him in her grasp.

He fought as best he could, but at the end of the day was already far too restrained to offer effective resistance to Nurse Callahan. Within a minute he was on the ground, with his ankles reefed into a strict hogtie, as Callahan shook out a thick rubber isolation hood. Another minute more and the hood had been laced and locked into place, with the hogtie thereafter removed. Alan was hauled to his feet, moaning in frustration and anger, and heard Callahan give a satisfied chuckle.

“Oh 1347, you never cease to amaze me with your idiocy. You could have quite a pleasant experience here you know, if you would simply end these pathetic escape attempts.” She spanked his rubber encased butt hard several time, and then clicked a lead to his collar. Alan grunted angrily and tried to pull backwards, but only earned himself a further extended period of spanking that eventually had him whimpering by the end of it.

“Well slave, you’ve just earned a 24 hour isolation period for yourself.” Callahan observed archly as she tugged on the leash again. This time Alan stumbled after her, mind awash in arousal, pain, and fear.

“When you’re done in here, I’ll expect a foot massage as a thank you for the wonderful care you’re receiving. Aren’t you happy we are treating you and preparing you for a wonderful new life of service?”

Alan moaned into his gag, a sense of helpless dread now hardening in his chest, smothering the last of the hope he had had as he tried to escape. How much longer could he keep this up…?