"Time to take care of your needs", Rebecca chirped as she entered the cell.
Kerry was practically numb from sensation. How long had she been stitched to this table? Hours? Days? She was in a waking coma.
"Hey." Rebecca called out to get Kerry's attention. "HEY!" Kerry slowly slid her eyes toward the shapely nurse. "Your head's not going to mush already now, is it?" she mocked. "I'm going to release you from the table and take the muzzle off. Your straitjacket, however, stays on. Got it? If you have any ideas about fucking with me, don't. You have no shot. We're being monitored on the closed-circuit, and I have a panic button with me. The goon squad would be here to pretzel you into a new and painful position so fast your head will spin."
Kerry slowly moved her eyes away from the nurse again and stared straight ahead at nothing. One by one the straps that cinched her muzzled head to the cot were unhooked, then the straps running across her chest and waist.
"Lean forward" Rebecca instructed coolly. Kerry complied and bent forward at the waist, raising her torso off the table and tilted her head downward. The nurse tore through the tangle of hair at the back of her head and began to unbuckle the straps on the devious device sealing her mouth shut. After what seemed like an eternity, and after some tugging at the expense of many strands of hair, the leather muzzle was finally pulled away from her face. The ache in her cheeks and jaw returned as sensation began to reawaken within her. Beaten as she was, she did not immediately speak. What could one say in such a circumstance? 'Let me go' would certainly carry no weight, and 'Fuck you, you fucking cunt' would only invite retribution, which she could not endure. She felt her best course of action was to remain silent.
As the last of the cuffs binding her legs were undone and her stocking feet rested again on the soft floor of the cell, Kerry wobbled momentarily. After hours of immobility her legs felt like jelly and might give out any moment. Rebecca grabbed one of the loops on the side of the straitjacket like a handle and grabbed a handful of Kerry's hair with the other. Kerry did her best to mute her shriek of pain, drawing a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Rebecca did not pull, but rather just used her hair to steer Kerry around with total compliance.
"Walk" Rebecca commanded sharply. "Down here, to your right." she said as she forced Kerry's head in the direction she wanted. She walked Kerry out of her cell, and down the long, gleaming hallway.
They entered a small room, empty but for a table and chairs. There was a doorway to what appeared to be a bathroom on the opposite side of the room. On the table was a tray of food and a cup of water. Rebecca let go of Kerry's hair.
"I'm going to release you from your straitjacket now." Rebecca whispered. Kerry could feel the familiar crotchstrap being fidgeted with until it loosened completely and swung freely like a pendulum between her legs, dangling in front of her. Little by little, the material squeezing her entire torso in its vice-like grip began to slacken. When her arms were undone, she found she barely had the strength to pull them apart and back through the loops they'd been passed through. When she did manage to finally drag them all the way through, they dropped immediately and hung at her sides. In this moment Kerry understood just how punishing her ordeal in the straitjacket had been. Even if she had the courage and the will, she would have been too weak to overpower Rebecca as she was being released.
It wasn't long before the heavy garment slid from her body and crumpled to the floor at her feet with the ringing of steel buckles. She was finally free.
Kerry closed her eyes in relief but for a moment before she received another order from Rebecca.
"Strip off your leotard and tights, Kerry."
"What?" She'd heard the demand alright, but was still startled by it. She began to comply even as Rebecca was repeating herself.
"You heard me. Do it, or I'll call the boys and they'll rip them off for you. I'd be doing them a favor of course, but I don't think you'd like it very much. They'd love to put their hands all over a body like yours. Trust me." Kerry got the inkling Rebecca was speaking from experience.
Kerry fought to use her weakened arms to remove the shiny sliver leotard and push the shimmering black tights over her hips and down her gorgeous legs, stepping out and away from her small pile of clothing when she was finished. Instinctively she used one arm to cover her nipples, mashing her ample breasts against her, and used the other hand to cover her pussy.
Rebecca reached down and grabbed the clothes and the straitjacket off the floor. "Eat" was all she said, nodding at the table in front of them as she turned to leave the room. She exited the room closing the door behind her. Kerry could hear the click of a lock being engaged.
She glanced quickly around the room and saw the ever-present closed circuit camera peering down at her. She knew she was being watched. She looked down at her arms. There was bruising on the front of her shoulder and on the top of her elbow where the combination of the straitjacket's cruel application and her struggling caused the small creases in the folds of the jacket at these high stress points to pinch her skin mercilessly. She ached more throughout her body than the bruises hurt her, but they looked alarming. She couldn't help but continue to notice them out of the corner of her eye whenever she moved. Even now unbound, it was a harsh and constant reminder of her predicament.
Over the next several minutes she ate and used the bathroom, all the while nervous about what lay in store for her next. Kerry tried to relax as best she could, and appreciate this moment of freedom after being so barbarically restrained for so long.
Her respite was not long. Without warning, the door to the small room flew open, startling the naked woman. Filling the doorway were the same dour orderlies that had visited her cell before and strapped her down to the medical cot. As they filed into the room and took up positions in a semi-circle in front of her, Kerry noticed that one of them was carrying a greasy looking brown bundle. It appeared to be made of leather and accessorized with multiple metal buckles. It was certainly a restraint of some sort, Kerry guessed. Probably another straitjacket.
For a moment the orderlies and Kerry silently squared off against each other at opposite sides of the small room, staring at one another intently, each knowing what was about to happen. Even though she felt incredibly vulnerable being naked in the face of these hulking men, she did her best to project fearlessness. They snapped into action as a unit and closed in on her, grabbing hold of her wrists and arms as she vainly tried to fight them off and pull away. Kerry pleaded even as they started to force her luscious body into the parcel of brown leather.
"No! Please! Don't do this! I'm not crazy, I've been tricked! Stop! Don't put me in that thing, please! You're making a mistake!" Kerry cried and wailed but the orderlies ignored her and inch by inch, her arms were thrust into the open garment, deep into the waiting sleeves. "No! I don't want to be straitjacketed again!". The fit of the jacket itself seemed tighter than the canvas straitjacket she was bound in before. Even though that model was cinched cruelly making it tight in the end, it did not hug every contour and curve of her body before it was secured as this leather one did. As the jacket was forced onto her, up and over her shoulders, her hands slid to the end of the sleeves and found themselves deposited into nearly perfect hand-sized mitts, complete with a small bump out to accommodate her thumbs. Each fingertip traced the outline of the sleeve-end itself, with a hefty, grommeted strap and its partner buckle firmly stitched to the end of each.
As the straitjacket was yanked around her torso and fastened behind her, she realized it was practically identical in style to the leotard she was wearing earlier, save of course the hardware and the closed sleeve ends. The cut of the jacket at her waist rode high on each hip, nicely accentuating her sensual curves. The bottom front part of the jacket tapered ever-thinner as it moved down and nestled between her legs. It ultimately terminated in a thinner strap-like end that was forced up between her bare ass cheeks and pulled and buckled tightly with a firm tug.
The straitjacket had a high neck, sort of a built-in collar, and as she tried to fight the grip the men had on her, she could feel the last of the buckles on her new restraint being cinched home all the way to its top.
She looked down at herself and could see her breasts pressing fully into the upper portion of the jacket, filling out the well-tailored leather. There were barely visible black zippers, aligned vertically, sewn over each breast. She could hear the tell-tale creaking of the distressed leather as she uselessly tried to fight being sealed within it. It seemed thicker and heavier than the canvas straitjacket, and yet it still fit her shapely body much more snugly, like some kind of designer bodysuit.
When the last buckle on the rear of the jacket was pulled tight, the orderlies released Kerry with a shove, leaving her arms unfastened. Naked but for the tight straitjacket she was now strapped into, she puzzled as to why they stopped there. They quickly fled the room and as the last man exited, Dr. Benjamin entered and gently closed the door behind him. She stared at him, breathing heavy from the exertion of trying to fend off her assailants. Somehow, the floor beneath her bare feet seemed colder than she had noticed earlier.
"What's going on?" she asked angrily. "Why did they..." her voice trailed off.
"Why did they, what?" he replied calmly as he turned around and moved to the chairs around the table. "Why did they stop straitjacketing you? If you like, I can go after them and tell them you want them to finish the job." He feigned towards the door.
"No!" she quickly answered.
"Not that it matters." he said as he slid one chair, and then another, off to the side of the room. "You're already as good as straitjacketed."
She paused for a moment. "But my arms are still free..." she stated unconvincingly. She glanced down at them, each trapped in a slender tube of oily looking, beat up leather. Barely a crease or wrinkle marred the contours of the leather that coated her incredible figure. From what she could see, the straitjacket had seen more than its fair share of use. All the struggling and straining, and what little stretching or abrasions that might have happened as a result, gave the leather a deep character. The smell of it filled her nostrils. She placed the palm of one of her uselessly gloved hands against the opposite forearm and ran it up and down. The leather glided smoothly over itself.
"That so?" he had finished moving the chairs off to the side of the room, and now was doing the same with the table. "I'll tell you what. I'll give you five full minutes. If you can get yourself out of that straitjacket, I'll let you go free. Completely. You have my word."
She looked at him incredulously. Instinctively she realized he would not make this offer if there was a chance she actually could escape, but her mind buzzed with the possibilities regardless. "And..." she offered, dreading the response, "if I can't?"
"Well you see," a wicked smile spread across his face. "I like to take it the final few yards, as it were. I will be forcing your arms together behind you, fully and finally straitjacketing your crazy little hardbody for myself, and of course, I will be thoroughly enjoying every second of it. You on the other hand, probably not so much."
She gulped imperceptibly and began to sweat. "You're a goddamn psycho."
"Uh-huh," he agreed dismissively. "You have five minutes, starting....now." he said matter of factly as he fell into a chair and crossed his legs to watch her.
Immediately, Kerry took one of her tightly mittened hands and sent it behind her neck, trying desperately to grab at one of the straps holding the jacket together behind her. She had almost no sense of touch using her hand through the thick leather. She instantly sensed the clumsiness, and understood how the Doctor could be so confident in his challenge. After what seemed like an eternity, she managed to grasp the end of the strap encircling her throat and tried to pull on it. She only succeeded in beginning to choke herself the harder she pulled. She lost the tenuous grip she had on the strap end with a gasp.
She decided to try a different tack. Kerry tried to focus on how the buckles on the straitjacket could possibly be fastened, and how she could undo them without seeing them. Quickly settling on a plan of attack, she fumbled behind her neck again and after a few seconds found the end of the collar strap once more. She pushed on it in an effort to force it back through the strap keeper it was probably fed through, but the straps were made of the same material as the jacket, only doubled up. There wasn't the stiffness or rigidity necessary to help the straps back through the gates when she pushed on it. Instead when she attempted to push the strap back through, it only creased and folded in her leather covered hand, popping inward and outward as she reset and tried the technique again and again.
Feeling she was having no success, she stopped and did her best to look back over her left shoulder and see if she could get a glance the buckles enclosing the straitjacket behind her. Frustratingly, no matter how much she twisted at the waist while trying to arch her back, she could only catch glimpses of the bottom rear of the straitjacket where the crotch strap was anchored. She could see the strap threaded under both sides of the steel buckle, the free end passed again through another smaller strip of leather sewn to the buckle side of the jacket to help keep the loose ends in place. If the rest of the straps were done in the same manner, she would have a bear of a time trying to pass them back through and unbuckle them, particularly without being able to see or feel them very well.
Since the crotch strap and its buckle was about the only fastener on the restraint she could get even a passing look at, she decided to try and start her escape there. Unfortunately, as soon as she tried to reach back for the buckle, she either ruined the angle she was looking from and lost sight of the buckle, or obscured it completely from her view by covering it with her leather-clad arm.
The Doctor sat and watched her desperately wriggling form with the focus and intensity of a predator eyeing unsuspecting prey. Now that Kerry had decided to focus on the crotchstrap, her body was in a constant arch, shoulders thrust back, head constantly craning over one shoulder for a look, then the other. Breasts bulging at the front of the jacket, nearly bursting the formidable seams. She did her best to keep her ass sticking out proudly behind her for an optimal vantage point. Her body danced and swayed from one side to the other as she frantically attempted to get a handhold of the strap splitting her full, round ass. Mixed in with sounds of the antiqued-looking brown leather, creaking with even the slightest movement, were the sounds of Kerry moaning and grunting with exertion. In certain moments, her efforts would turn to exasperation and there was a whining and crying undercurrent to her vocalizations, but she would quickly regain her composure. She was intent on the task set before her; loosen and remove this accursed fucking straitjacket.
Preoccupied as she was, she had no idea how fantastic she looked. How well the expertly made straitjacket hugged and accentuated every ample curve of her body. How fantastic her bare legs and ass looked as they worked overtime to support her while she writhed about. Doctor Benjamin could hardly believe so beautiful a woman was now totally and completely his helpless plaything, a fact Kerry didn't currently seem to be aware of.
Finally Kerry's hand found purchase on the crotchstrap, exactly where it needed to, on the slim bump of leather arcing over the center of the buckle. With trepidation, Kerry pulled slowly on it, careful not to lose the grip she'd fought so long and hard to get. A sense of excitement washed over her and she could feel the strap pulling out and away from her lower back, to the point where the metal pin in the buckle slipped out of its grommet cradle. Creating the slack in the strap necessary to do this meant that Kerry was forcefully driving the crotchstrap further up into her ass and she squealed at the discomfort. Once she presumed the fastener on the buckle was clear of the hole, she pulled the strap to the side as best she could so that the pin wouldn't just slide back into the next available hole and began to give up the slack on the now excruciatingly taut crotchstrap. Instantly she could feel the entire bottom of the straitjacket loosen.
With a triumphant gasp, the last of the crotchstrap passed through the buckle and swung freely back through her legs. She hurriedly tried to grab the bottom of the straitjacket at the sides, high on each hip, in an effort to pull it up over her head. She could manage to wriggle it upwards perhaps an inch or two before the bundling leather would double up on itself and completely halt her progress. With no luck, she tried grasping the front panel of the of the jacket, and noticed a nearly invisible vertical gash in the leather, over where her pussy was. It was a sealed zipper, like those over her breasts. There was little doubt what it was for, and it would have unnerved her if she had the time to worry about such things. She tugged upward on the whole of the piece, but again found it futile as the rest of the straitjacket clung to the contours of her body far too tightly to just be peeled off over her head like a shirt. She knew she'd have to loosen more of the buckles, maybe even all of them, in order to strip it off.
She tried again to look back over her shoulder and see if she could spy the lowest buckle on the jacket, but could not see anything well enough to help her. Blindly, she reached around and attempted to get hold of another strap. Unfortunately, she understood at this point she had probably used up most of the allotted five minutes for her escape attempt, and she whimpered with defeat as she continued to struggle.
She snapped her head towards the Doctor. There he remained sitting in his chair, staring luridly at her with a cockeyed grin on his face. His eyes were everywhere else on her body except her eyes, and when he finally met her gaze and noticed she was looking at him, he slowly and deliberately tapped his watch face with his index finger.
"Give up, yet?" he teased with delight.
"No!" she shouted.
"Well, look," he began "I certainly admire your fight. And frankly sitting here watching you writhing in that straitjacket, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not sure you understand how amazing you look in that thing."
"Fuck you, you fucking pervert!" she spat as she continued to futilely paw at the myriad buckles and straps behind her.
"Yeah, I believe it's time to end this charade." The Doctor rose to his feet and moved towards Kerry. She yelped with fear at his advance.
"No! Stay back! Stay the fuck away from me! NO!" she screamed as he grabbed her. For several moments she struggled in his grip as he tried to control her movements. At first it was a stalemate, but he had strength, and apparently experience on his side. Before long he had encircled her entire upper body with his right arm, crushing her in a tight bearhug to his chest so that she could not use her arms against him, and with his left he was forcing the crotchstrap back through her legs.
"I have to admit..." he said through gritted teeth as he exerted himself. "I was surprised you got it even this far. Only one girl has ever done better than you did in the same amount of time. You're as resourceful as you are beautiful. But don't feel badly, she didn't come close to escaping either. She ended up helplessly straitjacketed too, just like you're about to be."
"Nooo!" she cried out as the could feel the crotchstrap tightening and hear the strap end being fed through the waiting buckle.
"Oh yes!" he hissed as he finally fed the strap through and tugged it home with abandon. "Gotta get that strap fed back through that hot little ass of yours!" Once again, the crotchstrap punished Kerry and she could feel the straitjacket tighten up on her. "Now for those arms!"
"No, let me go! Don't! Leave me alone! HELP!" No matter how Kerry pleaded or begged, the Doctor would not stop. Now that the crotchstrap was properly fastened again, he grabbed each of her wrists firmly and this time guided her arms past one another behind her back instead of in front. As she struggled against him she pressed her body into his for leverage. She could feel his rock hard erection through his pants against her bare ass cheeks. He grinded against her as she fought. Over what seemed like the next several minutes, he took the time to shepherd each of the sleeve ends through a loop on the side of the straitjacket, pinning her arms to her sides and preventing her from moving them much up or down. When done he leaned into her, his face practically right next to hers, with his chin over her shoulder. He passed the strap end of one sleeve through the buckle on the other and pulled some of it through.
"LET ME GO!" Kerry sobbed and screamed. His work almost complete, he moved to her front. He looked at her red face, tears welling up in her eyes. From her shoulders, her arms seemed to completely disappear somewhere behind her. The only thing you could see from the front other than her magnificent breasts were the palm-side of each tightly gloved hand peeking around her waist, meeting together in front at the two strap ends, a foot or more away from her body. The Doctor took his time with the final cinching.
"How tight do you think we can make this?" he asked rhetorically. He placed on hand on her shoulder and pulled on the free strap end with the other, working it up and down repeatedly as he pulled. The leather groaned and strained as each movement tugged her fingertips ever more slightly together towards each other in front. She could feel her arms being pulled mercilessly tight. He rapidly pulled the strap end to the side and removed all the slack, pinning the strap across her belly. He set the buckle pin in a waiting hole, then with some effort, worked his fingertips in between the strap and her abdomen.
"Whaddaya think? A little tighter?" he asked mockingly.
"No, please, God no!" she begged. Again he pulled on the strap, moving it up and down as he did, pulling her arms so taut her elbows were practically touching as they crossed one another behind her back. Her fingertips were just inches away from each other in front. Satisfied, he grabbed the strap end again and tugged, removing the slack a second time and fastening the buckle even tighter.
"Oh my..." he said, drinking her newly bound form in. Quickly he moved around her to her backside again and hugged her body to his, one arm across her upper chest, the other wrapped around her waist and hands. He nuzzled his face into her hair. Again he pressed her body into his and she could feel his erection against her ass.
"Please....please" she pleaded through sobs. "It's so tight...my arms..."
"Mmmm..." he moaned, ignoring her. "This is one of my favorite straitjackets. I had it custom made, years ago." He allowed his hands to drift across the supple leather of the jacket straining to confine her, kneading her firm breasts through the sensual material. Already her body heat was transferring to the jacket, making the leather pleasingly warm to his touch. "I'm not sure any woman has worn it as well as you do...as you will." His fingers wandered until they found the top of the zipper over each breast and slowly pulled each one down. Her flesh, compressed as it was by the tight leather, practically exploded through the growing gash until both of her breasts had proudly popped free of their encasement.
"No" she squealed ineffectually. "Get your fucking hands off me, you goddamn freak!"
"My turn to say 'no'." he mocked as he felt the soft, hot skin of her breasts. He lightly and rapidly brushed his fingers over one of her nipples, coaxing it to hardened life. He then grabbed it between his thumb and index finger and slowly and firmly increased the pressure until Kerry screamed from the pain. "So much to do with you yet," he said releasing her nipple.
"Come now." he said and spun her body around to face him. He leaned down and forward a bit and put his shoulder to her belly as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. In one motion, he hoisted her up over his shoulder. There was nothing she could do, she was a helpless leather bundle. His hands wandered up the backs of her thighs and onto her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading like he was doing some kind of vigorous finger and hand workout. "There's much more in store for you back in your cell, my dear."
He strode out of the room with the wriggling, straitjacketed woman slung over his shoulder.
