This is a ‘recreation’ of a story concept I first drafted about twenty years ago (it was first saved on 3.5” floppy disks…!) but the original files were lost, so please bear with me as I try to rewrite it here… 

Vicky was taking a break from her work as a nurse in between shifts, walking round the park by the hospital where she worked. She was tired, as she had been extra busy in A&E, and she yawned as she walked. At the early hour, the park was usually empty, so it was quite peaceful and relaxing.

“Someone, please help me, my boyfriend has collapsed!”, came the cry.

Vicky didn’t even think, she just raced over and bent over the body on the ground. There was a sting in her leg, and everything went black…

The boy quickly got up from the ground and joined his ‘partner’.

“She won’t be out for long”, he said. “Let’s get her ready.”

The pair quickly undressed her and soon, she was flopped unconscious on the bench wearing only knickers and a bra. They then started pulling items out of a bag…

First was a clear penis gag. Then a head harness, with an unusual fitting on the top, and a wide locking collar. Then they brought out a domed helmet…

The helmet screwed on to the fitting on the head harness and bedded itself into a slot in the collar. A padlock was then fitted through a hole in the fitting and closed, locking the helmet on. Vicky could now only breathe with difficulty through the small holes at the top of the helmet.

A set of weighty boots replaced her functional plimsolls, joined together by a two-foot chain. The girl also giggled as she tucked a vibrator into Vicky’s pussy, and a butt plug into her rear.

The pair then dressed Vicky in a latex version of her uniform; it had a plastic ‘sheet’ fitted just above her knees, stopping her from getting at the vibrator and butt plug, all the fasteners were locking, and the collar of the dress had been modified to fit over the metal collar round her neck. A loop in the collar fitted through the neckline on the dress, which was reinforced in metal, and another padlock was fitted there.  Vicky was now locked into the dress, as there was a strap between her legs as well stopping her from lifting it over her head.

Vicky was now starting to wake up; she moaned faintly as she was fitted with a set of mittens, joined by a short chain. There was the click of padlocks again.

Putting a business card in Vicky’s pocket, and fastening a name tag onto her new dress, the pair disappeared into the dark, and left her…

Vicky groaned and shook her head. She’d just gone over to help, then she’s woken up here, on the bench. What the hell…

The sound of her breathing echoing in the helmet woke her up with a start. What…!

Vicky then raised her hands to check about the helmet and saw the mittens and chains for the first time. She screamed and the sound echoed in the helmet.

She’d gone to help someone, and they’d done this to her! Why?

Vicky didn’t realise that she’d been targeted. She’d been ‘noticed’ taking an ‘unhealthy interest’ in plastic clothing in her job, as well as her tendency for practical jokes. She had unwittingly played right into their hands…

She staggered to her feet and started heading to work, to get help, immediately tripping as the chain between her ankles went taut. She landed on the ground in a heap, grunting and moaning into her gag.

Struggling because of the chains, she pulled herself to her feet, and slowly shuffled back to the hospital, crying. A small vent in her collar drained out her tears, to stop the helmet filling, but it was still steaming up with her efforts to move.

She eventually got back into reception at the hospital and parked herself up against the desk. She tried to ask the receptionist to get her friend, Sally, who was on duty, but could only get out a mumble because of the helmet and gag.

“Hen night go wrong, did it?”, asked the receptionist, giggling.

Then, just by sheer chance, Sally walked through reception, between wards.

“Oh god, not again…”, she moaned. “Vicky, you can’t keep doing this…!”

Sally steered Vicky to her office. It was upstairs; she suddenly noticed how much effort it was taking Vicky to move…

At the same time, the vibrator in Vicky’s pussy triggered. It was all too much for her, and she collapsed in a heap on the landing. At the same time, Sally saw the padlocks on the gear that she was wearing…

“Shit, you’re locked in there!”, she gasped, suddenly realising how serious the situation was. “Hang on, I’ll get help…”

She darted off and came back with one of the paramedics.

The pair carefully helped Vicky up the stairs and into Sally’s office. They then spent the next few minutes fruitlessly trying to get Vicky out from her bondage.

A hacksaw was found, and the padlock holding on the helmet was cut, enabling the helmet to be unscrewed. The other locks and fittings, as well as the dress, however, were irremovable. Vicky was trapped in her outfit, completely unable to do anything for herself…