Driving back past a local hospital, Shan and Stacey found out that it had a restaurant open to the public, as well as a unit with staff who specialised in caring for people like the ‘residents’ of Samoto.

Shan and Stacey, both in Abayas and Niqabs, went in for a drink, Shan using her notepad to explain what they wanted.

The got a few looks, sitting there veiled in their robes, but nothing uncomfortable, and were able to easily watch the other hospital staff.

Shortly, one of the women from the specialist unit came in. She was wearing her brightly coloured uniform, and humming to herself as she jigged along.

"Morning, Cindy," called one of the women behind the counter.

"Hi yourself," Cindy called back.

Shan and Sarah carried on watching. As time went on, it became more apparent that Cindy was the woman that they needed...

They watched for a while longer and, when Cindy left, followed her.

From her bag, Shan pulled out a transparent helmet. Walking up behind Cindy, Stacey suddenly pinned her arms behind her.

"Hey!", cried Cindy, trying to pull free. "What the fuck are you doing...?"

Shan slammed the helmet over Cindy's head, and locked it shut. The built-in gag silenced Cindy, and the pads blocked her ears, making it almost impossible to hear anything. To her amazement, Stacey fitted her with a pair of handcuffs, and both women then fitted her with a thick white rubber cape.

It was the sound of the poppers being fastened shut, and her helmet being clipped into the back of the cape's deep pixie hood that made Cindy realise how much trouble she was in. She squirmed and pulled against her bonds, her cries for help completely muffled by the gag in her helmet.

Shan flipped up the cover on what looked like a mobile phone and pressed some buttons. What she was actually doing was programming Cindy’s helmet…

Cindy twitched and jerked as the collar in the helmet worked on her nerves directly. The pain was horrific, and she screamed into her gag. At the same time, Stacey headed off to organise the transport.

Cindy slumped to the floor, twitching and moaning as the collar ‘re-wrote’ her mind. Gradually, her moaning quietened, and she pulled herself back to her feet the best she could, standing in front of Shan with defiance still burning in her eyes.

Shan reached inside Cindy’s hood and stroked her cheek. She then went to undo Cindy’s collar.

Cindy pulled away from her, showing her conditioning had ‘taken’. She was so conflicted inside. Of course she wanted Shan to remove her helmet but, at the same time, her conditioning prevented anyone from removing her bondage.

Shan tried again, with the same result.

Smiling quietly, Shan walked to the door, to leave the hospital. Cindy’s conditioning kicked in again, and she followed.

Outside, Stacey was ready with the bus…

Back at the school, Cindy was sedated. In the medical bay, she was fitted with a one-piece white catsuit, that only left her eyes showing, after being silenced and having her mouth sealed shut.

Next, Shan and Sarah fitted her with an Asian face hood, wig and glasses.

She was dressed in a Satin blouse, white polo neck and a blue skirt suit, as well as latex gloves. All the fasteners were locked shut, and Cindy was also fitted with a set of chains and shackles.

Lastly, Shan put on Cindy a thick white cape, which buttoned up down the front.

They then sat Cindy in a chair and waited for her to wake up....

Cindy awoke slowly and tried to stretch. She moaned, shook her head to try and clear it, then tried to speak. Her gloved hands brushed against the inside of the cape she was wearing, and she felt the chains and cuffs that she was wearing. The shock of feeling the chains woke her up, and she pounded against the inside of the cape.

Shan and Stacey ‘escorted’ the struggling Cindy upstairs, to the staff quarters, where they chained her ankles to a bed.

Shan came and sat with Cindy. Cindy glared at Shan, breathing deeply through the nostrils in her hood.

Shan smiled back.

“Welcome to the school, where you are now a permanent resident”, she said. “There are quite a few girls here that will have need of your services, as well as a few women. A great deal of them have, shall we say, psychological problems, mainly due to being hooded 24/7.”

Shan gently ran her fingers along Cindy’s gag, over her sealed lips.

“I guess you might have some small experience with that, yourself…”

Shan stood up and went to leave the room.

“Get settled in, then I’ll get Tammy to take you on a tour…”

Shan went out, switching the light off and locking the door, leaving Cindy sobbing on the bed…

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Next day, Tammy came into Cindy’s room.

Cindy, by then, had cried herself to sleep on the bed. The chains round her ankles were long enough to allow her to lie down, and she had managed to get herself semi-comfortable, still confined in her catsuit, clothing and cape.

Cindy awoke and sat up with a start.

For a moment, she forgot where she was, then she felt the restraint of the chains and cape and started sobbing again…

Tammy eventually calmed Cindy down and helped by removing her cape. Even so, the sight of her latex-covered hands in chains still upset her…

Tammy unchained Cindy from the bed, and the two of them shuffled slowly round the school. Shan wasn’t allowing Cindy to be unchained yet, so progress was slow but, eventually, Tammy showed Cindy all of the school.

Shan came up to Cindy and leant against her on the landing.

“Slight change of plans, I’m afraid”, said Shan, with a smile. “No one needs psychiatric help at the moment, and we’ve got a lot of rooms that need ‘straightening out’.”

Shan started rummaging in her bag and suddenly gave Cindy an injection. Cindy collapsed in a heap.

Shan spent her time unchaining and undressing the paralysed Cindy.

Cindy was then fastened into a full-length hobble maids dress, made from thick latex, complete with a matching apron.

Shan then pulled out a latex mask, which only had eye holes and nostril holes. She wiped the single tear off Cindy’s cheek and watched Cindy’s eyes go wide with fear. Smiling, she gently cradled Cindy’s head, and fastened on the mask…

Later in the day, a sobbing woman was seen, slowly shuffling round the corridors of the school. She kept stumbling, mainly due to her tight dress, and cried as she carried on cleaning. She always kept herself in shadow, and the pupils never saw her mask…