Kerry was certain of one thing. The straitjacket worked.
She tugged on her arms, but no matter how much she pulled against them, the slim sleeves barely budged. The only movement she could muster was to uselessly flap her elbows up and down. Her arms were anchored in place by the end of each sleeve drawn tightly around and fastened behind her back, pressing her hands flat against her sides. Her forearms were locked together in front against her belly, encircled by a loop at the center of the jacket just below her breasts. The loop itself had it's own buckle pulled and locked tight. Her duck-covered arms were further threaded through two additional heavy loops, one on each side. The front of the jacket covering her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. Kerry's frantic struggling had left her exhausted. She could feel the occasional bead of sweat run down her forehead and across her face, losing the sensation of touch as it trickled into her damp hair.
As she lay there, she thought back to how she had gotten to this point in her life, tightly strapped into a straitjacket on the floor of a padded cell.
Kerry was getting ready to leave for her aerobics class when Dr. Benjamin called. He ran a local private insane asylum, and he wanted to speak with her about offering a job there as his administrative assistant. She had heard about the opening from her friend Rebecca who worked there as a nurse. The Doctor explained that he was leaving soon for a lengthy business trip and that he wanted to speak with her before he left. If he wasn't able to see her then, he would have to postpone her hiring until he returned, at least three weeks later. He didn't want to wait that long, and frankly she couldn't. Being new to the area, she desperately needed a job. The emergency funds in her bank account were growing thin, and she knew that without work she might not make her next month's bills. She agreed to meet with him that day.
The Doctor explained that it would be an informal interview and that she should just come as she was. Kerry decided to stop by the hospital first, and then go straight to the gym afterwards. She left for the hospital in her workout clothes, wearing a long-sleeved, gleaming silver spandex leotard with a high neck collar and gloss black dance tights with some sneakers and white ankle socks.
Before long, Kerry had arrived at the asylum to meet with Dr. Benjamin. The outside of the building looked innocuous enough to her. It looked like any other building she could see from looking around the area. Dr. Benjamin had converted this particular space into a private sanitarium where he kept both a small, exclusive group of staff and patients according to Rebecca. He catered mostly to rich families in the adjacent county and was able to keep treatments which might embarrass their family's reputations and social standings under wraps.
Kerry entered and was directed to Dr. Benjamin's office by signs in the hallways. As she rounded a corner, she saw the Doctor through his open office door standing behind a great oak desk, busily rifling through some papers. Looking up and seeing Kerry, he motioned her into the office while he stepped around the desk to greet her.
"Hello Kerry, how are you?" the Doctor asked as he extended his hand.
"Fine, Doctor. Thank you." She said as she clasped his hand. She noticed his eyes roam, looking at her body from her toes to her eyes.
"Catch you on the way home from the gym?" he didn't wait for an answer and motioned to a chair next to her. "Take a seat." He closed the heavy door to his office and returned to the desk in front of her.
"Thanks," Kerry replied. "I was on my way out to the gym, actually."
"I see. Well, don't worry. This shouldn't take long and you can be on your way soon enough. Let me start by telling you a little bit about what we do here." Over the next several minutes, the Doctor explained that he would indeed like to hire her, and ran down the basics of the organization and duties that will be expected of her. After a brief exchange, there was a knock behind her and Kerry turned to see Rebecca crack the door to the office and poke her head around. She smiled hello at Kerry, then turned her attention to Dr. Benjamin.
"It's in room E, Doctor." she said.
"Excellent," he replied. "Thank you, Rebecca. Hey, you're just in time, I've just hired your friend Kerry here." The doctor gestured towards the seated girl in front of him.
"Great! Congratulations, Kerry!" Rebecca smiled as she entered the room. "Hey!" she said laughing and looking Kerry up and down, "I wish I could've dressed like that for my interview!"
"Oh!" Kerry gulped a bit self-consciously. "I was on my way to the gym and-"
"It's fine, Kerry." the Doctor assured.
Rebecca laughed. "I was just giving you a hard time. I'm sure he doesn't care," she said. "In fact," Rebecca leaned towards her friend and playfully made a show of placing her open hand to the side of her face nearest the Doctor, as if saying something to Kerry that she didn't want him to hear, "I'm sure he doesn't mind how you're dressed at all."
The implications were obvious enough. Kerry was an incredibly beautiful woman, 5'8" with an athletic but femine figure. Her workout gear clung to and highlighted every soft curve of her form, particulary her plump and proud 36C breasts. They appeared, in both form and function, as if a roadcrew of meticulous sculptors had fashioned a sensuous and shapley speedbump across her chest. They certainly did a sure job of stopping every set of eyes that looked them over.
She had pale, flawless skin and a thick mane of wavy, black hair that extended just beyond her shoulders. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but that did nothing to diminish her radiance. In fact she rarely wore much makeup in her day to day life, if any at all, and her unblemished skin luminesced even in the harsh light of the Doctor's office. She had a round, classicly symmetrical face with large green eyes, and smooth, full lips. Any woman as good looking as Kerry was, wearing an outfit as flattering as she was right now, would collect stares, not unlike the ones she noticed from the Doctor from time to time.
"Yeah, that's enough out of you, nurse." he retorted. "You've got yours coming soon enough."
"Oh no! That isn't fair," Rebecca pouted. "I've been in the last two!"
"Last two what?" asked Kerry.
"Ask Kerry!" Rebecca stated excitedly, briefly clapping her hands together in front of her. "I'll bet she'll do it, and look at her, she's all ready to go!"
Dr. Benjamin turned his attention to Kerry. "Oh, well, I'm not--"
"What is it?" Kerry interrupted. "You can ask."
"Alright then. I wonder if I, well the hospital really, could ask a favor of you. Do you have some time to help us out with something, starting right now?"
Kerry was caught off guard by the unexpected request. She certainly wasn't planning on doing anything resembling work today, except for working out. However, the feeling of being "The New Girl" and not wanting to disappoint so soon in her tenure at the asylum quieted any objections she might have had. After a moment's thought, she quickly agreed. "Sure." she said eagerly. "What do you need me to do?"
"We have a new restraint that we need to do some practical testing with. It's a new piece of equipment for us and we like to be sure a product is comfortable and safe. My clientele are well-moneyed and will sue at the drop of a hat, regardless of the services I provide them, so it's critical I make sure the equipment we use here is the best we can get in all areas. The only way we can do that is to actually use the restraint on someone and have them test it. We can't rightly perform these kinds of tests on the patients..."
"So that leaves us, the staff." Kerry finished.
"Right." said Rebecca. "And since I've already been wrapped up in the last couple," she cast a playfully sarcastic, sidelong glance at the Doctor then back again to Kerry, "You can have all the fun this time!"
"Fun, huh?" Kerry laughed. "Sure, I'll do it." she said.
"Excellent. Follow me, please." Doctor said approvingly. He then rose from his chair and escorted Kerry out of his office and into the hallway. They stopped by the main desk and he had Kerry sign the visitor log book since she was not yet properly badged as an employee. Kerry signed on the last free line on the page, then together the three disappeared deep into the hospital.
Now it was many hours later. Her sneakers lay on the floor next to the door right outside of her cell with one sock tucked neatly in each. In the cell itself, Kerry sat propped up against a padded wall and wriggled uselessly in a straitjacket that seemed for certain like it was two sizes too small for her. She tried to slide her sheathed arms up and then down the sides of her body, but each time she was foiled by the device clamping them. She looked down at the portable prison she was pressed in to. The collar of the jacket fit snugly around her neck. She could feel the course material on the underside of her chin and jaw occasionally when she struggled or looked down at herself. There were at least five or six more sets of buckles and straps sealing the back of the jacket and she thought each one certainly must have been pulled as tightly as could be. Her legs, still clad in their satiny black tights, slid smoothly across the soft floor of the padded cell. They shone in the bright light glaring down from the ceiling from the tops of her hips to the tips of her toes. Her body didn't seem like it belonged to her anymore as she vainly fought the straitjacket's relentless embrace.
Again, Kerry's thoughts drifted back several hours to when she first placed her stockinged feet on the soft but firm floor of the cell. A crumpled white bundle lay just a few feet away. Kerry glanced around the tiny cell as the Doctor and Rebecca moved past her into the room. It couldn't have been much bigger than 10 feet by 10 feet square, and the walls were about as high. Discolorations stained the puffy, dimpled squares from about her height downward, and the floor was marked with similar discolorations. She decided not to think about what might have been the cause of some of the uglier looking stains even as it made her understand just how serious the cell was. The stark realization that it had held violent madmen and women before her, and that it would again after she was gone, sent a chill down her spine. How many others laid helplessly in this cell as she was about to be, wishing for nothing but to be free of it's cruel seclusion? Kerry was awakened from her disquieting daydream by the jangling of metal against metal next to her. She turned to see the Doctor picking the mysterious item up off the floor, buckles and straps spilling everywhere as it unfurled.
"Ok," he said, "This is the restraint we'd like to you wear. It's a straitjacket." He held the garment out to Kerry. She looked at it for a moment dangling in his hands, then reached for it.
Taking the jacket from him, she immediately noticed the weight. Kerry was surprised at it's heft.
"Wow, this is heavier than it looks like it would be."
"Well, not only is the cotton duck the main body of the jacket is made of a heavy material, but that webbing they use for the reinforcements, straps and buckles really adds to the total weight. Not to mention of course all the metal hardware."
She twirled the straitjacket around in her hands as he spoke, slowly examining the front, then the back. She was surprised to see that for what appeared to be such a small looking thing, there were loops, straps, and buckles seemingly everywhere. She could hardly make heads or tails of it.
"Alright, let's get you strapped in." the Doctor said as he reached out to take the jacket back from her. Anxiety began to nest in Kerry's belly, and she instinctively wanted to slow things down somehow, perhaps even back out, but she was swept along by her eagerness to please. He prepared the jacket for application, spreading apart the back opening and handing one side of it over to Rebecca. "Here," he said moving towards Kerry, "Put your arms out in front of you, that's right, like that." Kerry raised her arms in front of her like a compliant zombie. "Now place your hands into the sleeve openings, and we'll snug it up."
Kerry did as she was told and moved towards the waiting restraint spread apart in front of her, plunging her arms into the sleeves. The fit was not constraining initially, but she began to get a real understanding of the coarseness and weight of the straitjacket. The sensation only increased as Rebecca and the Doctor slid the jacket up past her elbows. The soft, smooth spandex material of her leotard allowed the rough cotton to glide up her arms with just a few tugs. Rebecca and the Doctor worked the back of the jacket up and over each shoulder and pulled each of the back panels together so they could fasten the straps along her spine. She could feel the high collar encircling her neck, and the torso of the jacket from her shoulders, to her breasts, to her belly, all started pressing more and more to her body. Her fingertips found the ends of the sleeves just as they pulled the straitjacket all the way on. So far she noted that the straitjacket was fitting her fairly snugly. She spread her fingers apart to test the confines of the sleeve ends and was only able to manage a small bit of movement. The knot in her stomach grew.
She could feel hands at work behind her as Rebecca and the Doctor began to seal her into the straitjacket. The area across her upper chest and shoulders constricted and tightened as she heard the clanging chime of metal against metal, quickly followed by a distinctive vrip noise, a sound she intuited must have been produced by the ribbing of the chunky straps rubbing past the metal on it's opposite buckle while being pulled tightly home. Rapidly the jacket tightened noticably on a progressively lower section of her body and then was anchored, accompanied each time by that unique noise. Vrip. Vrip. Vrip.
'How many straps had they fastened so far?' she thought incredulously after hearing the sound once again as they worked behind her. Kerry looked down at the front of her body and saw only off-white cotton pulled over her breasts, horizontal reinforcing straps sewn across the front following the contours of their rounded shape. Other than the area around her underarms, she could hardly see any wrinkles in the material covering her torso at all, it was pulled so taut around her. She quickly raised her chin again as she felt the material around her throat tighten as the collar strap was affixed. It was not tight enough to choke her, but it was tight enough raise her anxiety levels even further. No matter how she twisted, adjusted, or craned her neck, she could feel the rough cotton in contact with her flesh around its entire circumference. The sensation unnerved her. She barely noticed the Doctor had stepped around and now stood in front of her.
"Alright, Kerry. Let's have that right arm" he said as he reached towards her. As she complied and offered her right arm to the Doctor, she felt Rebecca's open hand come to rest on her firm right ass cheek, which startled her. The Doctor brought her right arm across her body and fed the end of the sleeve through a loop of webbing under her left armpit, hewn closely to the side of the jacket. Kerry twisted her upper body around a bit to try and see what Rebecca was up to. She saw her friend bending down, her hand on Kerry's bottom, reaching through her legs for something. Kerry turned back around and noted the strap dangling off the bottom of the front of the straitjacket between her legs. Almost as soon as she wondered what it was for, she realized the answer. "Now your left" the Doctor said as he grabbed her other arm and fed it through a loop on her right side. Just then Rebecca's forearm brushed Kerry's crotch while reaching to grab the strap of the straitjacket and sent the briefest of shockwaves through Kerry's body.
Surprised by the sensation she just felt, she wondered if either the Doctor or Rebecca had noticed if it played across her face or body at all. It appeared they hadn't noticed anything as they continued to dutifully bind her. The Doctor seemed satisfied with Kerry's crossed arms and moved around her to her back as Rebecca finally grabbed the strap between Kerry's legs and pulled it through. Kerry was glad to have them both back behind her. As she felt the crotch strap of the straitjacket tighten, she shut her eyes tight in an attempt to quell the feeling inside of her as it was tugged home. Thank goodness they couldn't see her face at that moment. Vrip.
Next she felt her arms being drawn together behind her, forcing her into a severe self-hug. She gasped a bit as her arms were yanked on and fell backwards into the Doctor's chest as he and Rebecca worked to remove the slack out of the sleeves surrounding her. Rebecca moved to Kerry's side and wrapped her own arms around the bound beauty, placing her body against Kerry's left arm. Kerry was only puzzled for a second, for Rebecca then gave a severe hug of her own to her friend and drew the elbows of the nearly straitjacketed woman that much closer together. The Doctor made sure every additional millimeter of strap gained by this technique was dragged through the friction buckle the instant it was available. Kerry's arms were pulled together tighter than she thought possible and then locked into place. Vrip. Despite the now mounting discomfort of the cruelly tightened straitjacket, Kerry was beginning to like that sound.
Once again the Doctor moved around to her front and grabbed the last free straps, one above and below her folded arms, and threaded them through one another. Kerry looked into his face, but he was intently focused on his task. She glanced down just as the strap was wreched down, welding her arms together to her stomach. As the Doctor finished cinching the arm strap on the straitjacket, he told Kerry to go ahead and get her workout here. He encouraged her to go all out in a real effort to escape. To try to rip the jacket apart, test it like a true person who did not want to be bound. She did. Free now to struggle, Kerry tugged wickedly. She found it tough to keep up sustained exertion in the small jacket. The material was so tight around her torso, and her arms were crossed so cruelly that Kerry ran out of breath easily. She could do great, short bursts of energetic struggling before needing to stop for a moment. Swinging and frantically tugging against the straps back and forth, again and again. Kerry began to appreciate the fact she was in the heavily padded cell, or the "tight room", as had Rebecca called it when they first entered.
As Kerry gained faith in the soft squares of the cell to cushion the thrashing and unexpected falls that came with not being able to use one's arms for balance, she renewed her struggles against the straps of the straitjacket with ferocity and abandon. No matter how Kerry bucked or writhed, she could hardly find any slack in it. As she pulled at the arms, her ribs began to ache slightly from the compression around her. If she pulled her arms up at all it would drive the wide strap between her legs into her crotch. Not an entirely unpleasant sensation as she was doing it, oddly enough, but ultimately not conducive to freeing herself.
During one especially wild gyration, she took a hard tumble to the stained padding beneath her. Taking a moment to be sure she was ok, she decided since she was down there she would rest a moment. Kerry lay breathless on her back on the cell floor, her legs sprawled out. Drawing deep breaths kept her ever mindful of the restriction around her mid section. Not only were her arms pulled very tight, probably too tightly, around her body, the entire straitjacket itself was tight. From the high collar encircling her neck to the reinforced webbed cotton banding around her waist, and everywhere in between. Dr. Benjamin told her it was a properly sized straitjacket for her, but with each moment that passed she was becoming more and more certain that he had to be mistaken.
"How am I doing?" Kerry asked wryly as she tried to regain her breath.
Dr. Benjamin looked at his watch for a moment. "You've been in for...about 17 minutes." He told her he would like to have a 2 hour test, at the very least. Her time in the straitjacket was only just beginning.
"So," Kerry said continuing to rest, "has anyone ever escaped from a straitjacket here?"
"No, but we had a patient hurt herself recently while straitjacketed. It turns out that the jacket was actually too loose. With a violent patient, even a little slack can enable them to hurt themselves. It turned out that our "humane" straitjacket actually did our patient more harm than good in this case."
"So that's why this straitjacket is so tight!"
"Is it?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yes! Incredibly!" she quickly replied.
"Well that's something we were looking for. I can see you're having difficulty moving" he said.
Kerry laughed. "That's an understatement."
"I'll say," Rebecca chimed in as she smiled down at her bound friend. "That thing is fitting you like a tight little glove, isn't it sweetheart. I bet if I looked hard enough I could see your heart beating through that thing." Kerry chuckled. "Of course, I know what that's all about, don't I Doctor Benjamin?" she intoned sarcastically as she turned toward the Doctor, then turned back down towards Kerry. "Seems anytime there's a restraint to be tested around here and yours truly is the guinea pig, he breaks out the extra small version of it. Of course, now he's got a new little piggie in you!" she sang playfully as she kneeled down next to the gorgeous lady so tightly tied.
"Hey!" Kerry objected jokingly, "I'm nobody's piggie! Though I do feel like a bit of a sausage wrapped up in this thing."
Rebecca laughed as she reached down and grabbed the strap around Kerry's arms, curious to see if it the barbaric restraint was as tight as it looked. She tried to jiggle it as much as she could. It barely budged. "Whoa. You weren't kidding. This thing's serious." Rebecca said as she stood back up.
"Well it doesn't allow you to get any kind of leverage or momentum which could cause you to injure yourself. One will just struggle themselves exhausted."
"Yeah, I can attest to that." Kerry agreed. She slowly began to arch her back and lean over to the side, exhaling a satisfied sigh as she did. Even though the floor of the cell was padded, she noticed the buckles along the spine of the straitjacket would dig into her back if she lay flat for too long. She slowly rotated her body back to the other side. She looked down her side and saw the rough textured, off-white material coating her torso. With each movement Kerry could feel the duck pressing against her body in a seemingly new area.
Back in the present, Kerry thought about the Doctor and her friend, and how they had abruptly left her alone so long ago. They were watching her struggle locked inside the jacket when the Doctor's beeper went off. He glanced at it, looked at Rebecca and mentioned some code and they both bolted out of the room, with Rebecca hurriedly saying they'd be right back on her way out. She remembered the door oh so slowly swinging closed just after Rebecca exited the room. It seemed something had started the door closing as they left and the door hinges were such that if left untouched, it would continue on it's own. As she watched and listened to it creakily inch closed, it dawned on her that if the door shut, she wouldn't be able to open it. She did not like the prospect of being shut away in that room alone until they returned. With some effort, Kerry rolled first over onto her side, then struggled slowly to her feet, as it was difficult to maintain balance without the use of her arms. After a couple of aborted attempts, she finally managed to stand up. She made one step towards the door calling after her friend, "Hey, Rebecca...".
It's probable nobody heard her at all. In just the few short seconds it took for Kerry to get to her feet, the door had continued on it's merry way and finally, leisurely shut on her mid-word, her voice falling flat against the padding covering the inside. For a moment there was silence, and then only the chirp of friction and the slapping sound of the long free ends of the straps tightly sealing her devious restraint whenever she fought against it.
The minutes had worn on from then, turning inexorably into one, and then several more, hours. Kerry decided to believe that it was only a matter of time before the door to her cell swung open and she was released. There simply was no other alternative. Still, she decided to try and think about other things rather than fixate on the wait for this eventual salvation. Things like how she might use her new position there at the hospital to explore the sensations this tight straitjacket was giving her. Maybe she'd try to sneak one out, take one of the straitjackets home with her and experiment with it. How would she get into it, though? The only person she knew in this area of the country was Rebecca, and she didn't know if it would be a good idea to reveal these feelings to somebody else when she could barely understand them herself. On the other hand, if she did tell Rebecca, maybe they could come down here to the maximum security ward again. The thought of being alone with Rebecca while she strapped her into a straitjacket really began to appeal to her and it wasn't long before she noticed that as she was daydreaming the details, she began swaying and grinding her hips ever so slightly against the tight crotch strap. The leotard and tights she was wearing provided little friction against the rough material and every movement was causing the strap to grind and slide into her as she struggled. She was finding it more and more difficult for her to dispute the fact that this feature of the jacket was pleasing her in a way she could never have imagined. The thought of her feeling any erotic pleasure whatsoever from being bound so tightly was shocking to Kerry and only augmented the swirling cocktail of feelings within.
An instinct compelled her to renew her struggling again, but the more that she writhed and pulled and realized that there was no possible escape from her belted cage, the more anxious and aroused she became. And yet she continued to fight. Slowly it began to dawn on her that the struggling she was currently doing, in addition to that of the last couple of hours, was less and less a gambit to slip her restraint, and more of a demonstration to herself of her own predicament. This sudden realization, that she was not struggling to free herself, but instead to prove to herself just how completely helpless she was, hit her like a freight train. Even as she was meekly trying to deny it in her head, trying to come up with alternative explanations for what she felt and why she felt it, deep inside of her the idea stirred a dull ache in her belly like a carnival ride.
But she was doing something wholly non-sexual at the time! At least, that's what Kerry wanted to think. It was a notion that was becoming more and more difficult for her to believe with every sharp tug against the jacket sending a shockwave of pleasure firing through her. Kerry stopped struggling and flopped back on floor of the padded cell. She had to stop moving the way she was, or "bad" things were going to happen. They could be back any moment and she blanched at the idea that one of them might walk in on her writhing her way to an orgasm. She looked up at the small camera she'd spotted in the corner of the ceiling earlier as she was laying about in the cell. She presumed it didn't work, wasn't turned on, or wasn't being monitored. How could it? Surely if any of those scenarios were the case, she would have been rescued from this crushing restraint hours ago.
She shut her eyes tight and within her head, her body got the best of her. Lightly, she tried to lift her arms folded in front of her, pulling on the loop of straps sewn to the front of the jacket, which in turn pressed the crotch strap between her legs more urgently against her. As she did this she began to rock her hips up and down. Even with her straitjacket applied as tightly as it was, she was able to generate some movement and slippage of the crotch strap against herself.
'I should stop' Kerry thought to herself again, even as her pace and procedures quickened and expanded. Kerry was hurtling headlong to the point of no return and all thought began to fog over as her headspace began to drift toward the oblivion of ecstacy. Her sleeved arms began to explore the limits of how they could more quickly help her achieve her goal. She soon fell into a rythm, forcing her arms downward against the jacket as her hips rose, then pulling them back up again as her hips fell. The sensual sliding of one stockinged leg up against the other, trying to introduce new points of pressure between her legs by attempting to press her thighs against the crotch strap as each leg took it's turn gliding up into place for moment, then back down again. Committed to finishing what she began, her breathing began to quicken. The surprising moments of pleasure that she was feeling, in ways she had never experienced before, had Kerry gasping sudden, involuntary moans of ecstacy. She knew that she was alone in her padded cell and nobody would hear the odd squeals she was making, but she half-wondered if she wouldn't be making the same noises even if she was lying on a stage, bound before a theater full of people. Her body and mind were taking her to a place where she had never been before in her life, and in the moment, she didn't care what the fare for the trip might be.
What a sight she must have been, she thought. Her head tilted back, as if mimicing a CPR dummy, with bales of sweaty, stringy hair matted all about her head with long, wild strands clinging to her damp forehead and cheeks. Her lips pursed into a determined pucker as she rapidly drew shallow breaths through gritted teeth. The only parts of her upper body in contact with the soft padded floor of the cell was her head and upper back. Her fine ass hovered nearly a foot off the ground as each of her stockinged feet were anchored more than shoulder-width apart below her waist, acting in concert with her back in a sort of human tripod, boosting her entire pelvic region into the air. Her hips as free as possible to sway and roam, searching for whatever position or angle might further heighten the increasingly dramatic sensations between her legs. Her stockinged heels were barely touching the padding of the floor now, and if they did at all, it was only because her toes had sunken so far into the soft support of the cell floor, driven in by supporting the weight and movements of the entire lower half of her body. The arches of her feet began to ache, but at the moment her cresting arousal was all the aspirin she needed to ignore any discomforts. If she were a ballerina, or if it were otherwise possible, she would just be propped up on the tips of her toes and the top of her head. She could barely contain the tingling rush surging through her and her taught, writhing body was a moving testament to a climax raging inside her for release. Her arms continued to rotate, push-pull, up and down on the jacket as her hip area circled and gyrated, rubbing the crotch strap against her in as many directions and tensions she could manage.
All at once she came. Kerry felt the final rub of the crotchstrap against herself, the one that hit the "ignite" button on the reserve of fuel she had spent seemingly forever building. The orgasm shattered her body, her back involuntarily arching even more than she had already managed, and all the muscles in her belly, thighs, hips, ass, and pussy tensed and shuddered in waves. This only served to drive the crotchstrap deeper into her which heightened the pressure on her clitoris and sent the next immediate wave of her orgasm to the next level. The sweet release from the tension of her building orgasm coursing throughout her body was foiled by the concrete restriction of her straitjacket. It seemed to constrain her even more tightly now as she moved through her climax. For all the energy Kerry had built up, and the incredible release of that energy in this moment as she convulsed with ecstacy, the straitjacket remained completely unimpressed with her. In fact, it seemed even more determined to squeeze its helpless victim, the restriction so cruelly tight that Kerry wondered whether she might have exploded into a thousand pieces if she'd had a similar orgasm and her body wasn't encased in such a totally immutable restraint.
Too quickly for Kerry, the intensity of her pounding climax faded and she began to wind down from her improbable heights of ecstacy. Her perfect ass lowered slowly in the lethargy of the afterglow, then dropped completely, thudding softly into the welcoming cell floor beneath her. She slid her stockinged legs straight out in front of her on the padding and just lay there taking deep breaths, trying to clear the cobwebs of the unfamiliar frame of mind she had just spent so long in. At the same time, she could feel that particular frame of mind slipping away from her like the physical sensations from her orgasm. She wanted to try and savor the odd serenity of the moment and parse what exactly had just happened to her. Once again now, flat on her back in her cell she could feel the reality of her situation beginning to creep back in on her. She could feel each individual buckle of the straitjacket against her back aligned along her spine as she lay there, too exhausted or too disinterested to change her position to alleviate the minor discomfort they produced. Indeed, she was quickly becoming used to the minor discomforts of her imprisonment, so much so that they she was unconsciously re-arranging a new benchmark for "normal" within her.
It had been a long time, too long, and Kerry was certainly convinced by now that there was no way she, or anyone else would be able to escape the barbaric contraption she was folded into. Hopefully Dr. Benjamin will feel the same way and she could be unbound soon. She would worry about how she felt at times during her restraint later, right now her only thoughts began to focus on getting herself free. Kerry began to worry. She had literally been strapped up for hours, and it was beginning to appear that the Doctor and Rebecca had completely forgotten about her. There was nothing she could do about it.
She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side, now almost completely relaxed from the furor she was gripped with earlier. The coarse sensation of her neck rubbing against the collar that encircled her throat as she turned was the last thing Kerry remembered before her exhaustion got the best of her and she drifted off to sleep.
