Kerry recognized the hallway they were traveling down. They did indeed seem to heading back to the grim, grimy padded cell she was locked in before. He had referred to it as "her" cell just moments before. The characterization of that awful place as somehow belonging to her offended and agitated her. It was just another detail, another brick in the wall being constructed that defined her wretched captivity in this hellish asylum. Her own padded cell. Her mind reeled.
The Doctor stopped and opened the door to her cell. She had been trying her best to do all she could to impede him, but in her current position, that simply amounted to some ineffectual kicking of her feet into his belly. His arm firmly encircled her legs just behind her knees, clasping her upper legs to his chest and keeping her slung over his shoulder. She wasn't able to generate much force with her kicks, but at the moment it was all she could do.
"Just bringing back your playmate for you, my dear." Kerry heard the Doctor say as he stepped forward into the cell. She couldn't see who he was speaking to as she was still facing out into the hallway, but she was certain she knew who it was. The woman who had betrayed her into the arms of a madman. Rebecca.
"Get the hobbles ready, she's already been kicking at me the whole way down here, and I'm sure she'd love to get a shot at kicking you. Isn't that right, hot-stuff?" he asked Kerry as he swatted her hard on the backside.
"Ow! Fuck you, jerkoff." she spat. She heard and recognized Rebecca's giggling. 'What are you laughing at you heartless piece of sh--HEY! NO!" Kerry felt Rebecca's hand on her ankle and at the same time the Doctor using his free arm to pin her lower legs to his body. Kerry tried to struggle as best she could, but it wasn't long before she felt and heard two thick leather cuffs being fastened around each of her ankles.
"GAHH!" Kerry screamed. "You're both fucking sickos!"
Her ankles now securely bound, the Doctor leaned forward a bit and allowed Kerry to fall off his shoulder and onto the floor of the padded cell. The force of her falling backwards and landing directly on her heavily tensioned elbows caused a shock of intense pain. She shrieked and bounced off the padded floor almost as soon and she touched it, flopping onto her side so she wasn't laying on her crossed arms behind her. She groaned and grimaced, trying as best she could to endure the slowly fleeing pain of being dropped so callously.
"She's all yours." he said as he left the cell, slamming the heavy cell door closed behind him.
Kerry tested the new bonds around her ankles. They were the same kind of cuffs that they used to bind her to the table earlier, except now they had a short, several inch leather strap connected between them. Naturally, they gripped her ankles tightly and budged not an inch. Capable to the extreme, as all the restraints in this damn hospital were, she gathered. As the Doctor had indicated, she was very effectively hobbled.
Now that she could see her, Kerry looked over at Rebecca. The slim brunette had a maniacal, toothy smile on her gleaming red lips. Her straight, shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore opaque gleaming white, high-gloss sheer-to-waist tights underneath a black, long-sleeved g-string pvc bodysuit. She did not have Kerry's athletic musculature nor her ample breasts, but she had a lithe, curvaceous figure all her own. She was obviously loving the site of Kerry in her beat-up leather straitjacket. Kerry couldn't stand the glee on her face and lashed out.
"What the fuck are you smiling at? You think this is funny, you twisted little bitch? How the fuck could you do this to me? To anyone for that matter! You and this psychopathic, so-called Doctor, you're the ones that need to locked away in straitjackets!" Her rage boiled within her and practically forced her to angrily writhe against her straitjacket for release. Her uncovered breasts wobbled with her movements, and the leather restraint simply creaked "no way, hon" to her in response. "LET! ME! OUT!" she cried to the ceiling of her cell at the top of her lungs, defeated.
Rebecca's smile retreated into a smirk. "Oh sweetheart. I understand you're in the anger stage now. You just go ahead and get all of that right out of your system."
"Out of my system? Listen...If I ever get the chance, I'm going to wring your fucking pretty little neck, you lousy bitch!" The last word accompanied by a strong tug at her bound sleeves.
"Right." Rebecca replied blithely. "You mean whenever the Doctor doesn't have you tied up in something or strapped down to something? Let's just say I won't be taking your threat very seriously. I'd worry about your own 'pretty little neck' if I were you, babe. Besides, I didn't come here to fight with you." Rebecca scrambled across the floor of the cell behind Kerry and put her chest to Kerry's back. She could feel the straitjacketed woman's cocooned arms against her belly.
"Hey, get away from me," Kerry protested. "No, get your hands--"
"Shhh, shhh, sweetheart." she interrupted Kerry in a soft whisper, her chin draping over Kerry's shoulder. "It doesn't have to be all cruel and nasty while you're here." From behind her, she wrapped her arms around Kerry and pulled her closer. "You're going to have some very, very rough days in this hospital in the days and weeks ahead of you. Let me be the one to help you through them. I'll be the very, very good cop to mean Dr. Benjamin's bad cop, hm?" Her light, sensual touch across the warm leather and her hushed tone began to sooth Kerry. Though still angry, Kerry knew that there was nothing she could do about her situation right now.
"Please, can't you release me, or at the very least loosen this thing a bit?" Kerry said in a calmer voice to the beautiful woman caressing her. "I don't want to be fucking straitjacketed anymore." She said, wriggling in her straitjacket, her anger rising again by the end of her sentence. Rebecca's grip firmed a bit and she pressed her body more closely to Kerry's in order to still her.
"Don't you?" Rebecca asked. "I think we both know that's not really true."
Kerry blushed. She knew what was happening to her, being in a straitjacket, the restraints, all of it against her will, aroused her on some level, but she didn't yet understand it and certainly didn't want to accept it.
"Ok, look, I know what I did...the other day. I don't know why I did it, but I did it. But that doesn't mean--"
"What did you do?" Rebecca interrupted as she tried to explain.
"C'mon," Kerry said. "You know, you saw..."
"What did you do?" Rebecca asked again softly.
"No." Kerry said flatly.
"What. Did. You. Do." Rebecca repeated calmly, yet sternly.
Kerry thought she understood the game Rebecca was trying to play, but decided to play along anyway to see where it led her.
"I had an orgasm." she said, feeling her cheeks warming again with a blush.
"How?" Rebecca asked again, running her hands over Kerry's gorgeous breasts, tracing invisible filigree lines on her flawless skin with a shining, deep red fingernail. Kerry's stress and anger began to dissolve into lust and arousal.
"I..." Kerry's voice caught in her own throat with a quiver. The answer she was about to give, she knew, was blank check. An open invitation for Rebecca and for her own libido to run amok for a while. "I masturbated myself to orgasm while I was strapped into a straitjacket."
"It was a tight little straitjacket wasn't, it?"
"Yes," Kerry answered compliantly "I was strapped into a tight little straitjacket."
"And you liked it, didn't you." cooed Rebecca.
"Yes."
"Yes, what."
"Yes...mistress?" Kerry ventured cautiously. Rebecca burst into a hearty laugh at her response.
"No, I'm not your mistress, sweetheart. I want to hear you say the words. I want to hear you say the things you feel, that you don't want to admit, out loud. So once again, yes what?"
"Yes," Kerry could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth, and the manner she was speaking them. If she were thinking straight, she might have thought herself mad. "I liked being strapped into my tight little straitjacket."
Rebecca nuzzled her cheek against Kerry's and slowly, lightly, rubbed it up and down. Kerry moaned slightly, each touch by Rebecca completing a circuit that was melting any reservations she might have about letting herself go. Her breathing, like her pulse, was quickening.
"Well that makes two of us. I like seeing you strapped into a tight little straitjacket too, honey." One of Rebecca's hands moved off Kerry's breasts and began a slow march down the taut leather over her stomach. "I particularly like you in this old brown leather straitjacket, it fits your body so, so well. You look so sexy, trapped inside it. What do you think, Kerry?"
"It's...so tight. So, so tight."
"What's so tight sweetheart, hm?" Rebecca feigned ignorance to entice Kerry down a path and speak the words she wanted to hear.
"My straitjacket, the brown leather straitjacket I'm tied up in, it's too tight."
"It's supposed to be tight. Don't you like it tight?"
Even half-drugged with arousal Kerry acknowledged that even though she might like being bound in a straitjacket, between the tightness and the arms behind position, it was really putting a stress on her body.
"No, not like this." she stated.
"Beg me to loosen it for you." Rebecca suggested.
"Would you?" Kerry asked, surprised. "Loosen it?"
"Beg me." she reiterated.
"Loosen it, please?"
"Uh-uh," Rebecca shot her down, "Beg me."
Kerry swallowed her pride. "Please, please loosen the straps on my little brown leather straitjacket Rebecca. Please? They're pulled so tight, my shoulders, my back, my arms, they ache so much. I can't take much more, please loosen the straps on my leather straitjacket. Please."
Rebecca grabbed Kerry's hair with her right hand and pulled her head back and turned it a bit, so she could see Rebecca's face. They stared intently into each others eyes for a moment, then a sneering smile played across Rebecca's face.
"No." she said playfully but forcefully as she moved her face towards Kerry's. Kerry was a powder keg, and Rebecca's teasing denial was just more fuel. Anticipating Rebecca's movement, she closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly. It wasn't long before they were met by the warm, moist lips of the beautiful nurse who cradled her. Kerry gasped unexpectedly with pleasure as their mouths explored each other with a long sensual kiss.
"Mmmm..." Rebecca moaned as their lips parted and they looked back into each other's eyes. "I've been wanting to taste those lips for a long, long time."
"Worth the wait?" Kerry inquired before she even realized what she was saying. Rebecca didn't answer, except for one corner of her mouth curling upwards into a sly grin.
"I have something for you." Rebecca said. One of her hands stopped exploring and left Kerry's body, disappearing out of sight behind the both of them.
"What?" Kerry asked.
"Hush." instructed Rebecca. "You'll see." She began to collect Kerry's hair up in her hands. She then put a scrunchie around it to form a ponytail high on the back of Kerry's head. Mindful of her activities, the helplessly bound woman's anxiety level began to rise again in anticipation of what might happen to her next.
"What are you doinMMPHH!" Rebecca's hand forcefully slapped a wide piece of tape over Kerry's mouth, sealing it closed mid-sentence. Once again, Kerry's restrained body leapt into action and tried to release her from Rebecca's embrace. It was useless, and both of them knew it.
"That's right, sweetheart. Struggle for me. I want to feel you fighting against your straitjacket, your cuffs, and your hood."
'Hood?' Kerry thought to herself quizzically. Almost as soon as she completed her thought, she understood what Rebecca was on about. The room around her went black as Rebecca quickly and easily slipped a leather hood over Kerry's head. Two grommet holes for breathing slipped into place under her nostrils as her gorgeous face was pressed into the well-tailored leather, the exact same leather that her straitjacket was made out of. Kerry shrieked with fear and denial. She tried to shake and twist her head to buck her captor like a bronco, but Rebecca now had a firm grip on the rear of the hood and her efforts were fruitless.
The hood began to tighten markedly as laces on the rear were drawn taut, cinching the device around her head. Kerry's ponytail spilled out the top through a special hole. It wasn't long before the laces were pulled down to the bottom, behind her neck, and the last of any slack was yanked through and then tied off. Where once she only caught whiffs of the leather she was bound in, now the pungent odor was much stronger and it was all she could smell. Her breathing through the small eyelets under each nostril was restricted and made a bit of whistling, wheezing noise as she drew in great, deliberate breaths of air. The hood had padding over the eyes, mouth, and ear areas, robbing her of her senses. She couldn't even open her eyes inside the hood, the padding pressed so urgently against her eyelids. Not that it would have mattered anyway, she still would have only seen utter blackness, but at least she would have some manner of control. Her eyelids being forced closed seemed a manner of restriction beyond the pale.
The lashing of the hood complete, she once again felt Rebecca's hands, this time gliding along the surfaces of her leather-covered head. She felt a soft warmth against her cheek and heard Rebecca's voice. Kerry guessed she was probably nuzzling her, cheek to cheek as she had earlier. Even though Rebecca was sitting right next to her, their bodies practically entwined, her voice sounded like it was coming from miles away.
As Rebecca's hands caressed the leather encasing Kerry, she emitted a hyperbolic gasp. "Oh my goodness, dear. If only you could see how you look right now. You're so yummy, words fail." Kerry mumbled a barely audible curse or two at her warden. "That's nice," Rebecca said, mocking Kerry's inability to speak. "And if you liked that, wait until you get a load of this. Or rather, wait until I load this into you."
Kerry did not like the sound of the words Rebecca chose. Suddenly, Rebecca released Kerry and stood up. No longer leaning as she was into Rebecca, and completely wrapped, she swiftly lost her balance and clumsily fell backwards with a squeal. This stumble did not cause the kind of pain she experienced earlier when the Doctor dropped her on the floor like a sack of bird seed, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. Kerry remarked how disoriented she was with her head enveloped by the greasy brown hood. Were she not in its tight grip, she can't imagine she would have fallen over like that. She made a mental note of this revelation and worried about the attendant consequences.
Rebecca snatched the short hobble strap between the ankle cuffs, and before Kerry knew what was going on, Rebecca had guided it down to the cell floor and over to a spot where it was somehow locked in place to the floor with a metallic snap. Instantly Kerry tried to move her legs and found that she was now anchored in place. No matter how she pulled or tugged with her shapely legs, the cuffs and strap held her fast. Kerry writhed around uselessly on the soft padded floor, mewling to anybody that might hear her, tugging ineffectually on her ankle cuffs.
After a moment, she heard what she thought sounded like her cell door opening. It was difficult to discern through the sound-deadening padding and thick leather covering her ears. It wasn't long before Rebecca was back by her side again, Kerry could feel her weight on the padding on the floor around her. She reached down and grabbed Kerry under her arms, attempting to lift her up.
"Up!" Rebecca commanded as she strained to lift the tied woman, but Kerry had other ideas. She let her body go limp, presenting nothing but unwieldly dead weight for the nurse to try and lift. Rebecca wasn't having any of it. Seeing that she wasn't going to get any voluntary help from the straitjacketed woman, Rebecca instead decided to use a different tactic. She reached down and roughly grabbed Kerry's exposed nipples, pinched in the fingers of each hand. Kerry's hooded head flung backwards as an urgent, muffled shriek of agony sounded out. Rebecca continued to steadily pull up on Kerry's nipples, her body dutifully following right behind. "That's what I thought." said Rebecca triumphantly. "I'm not sure when, but you're going to learn eventually that you're better off doing what you're told, when you're told to do it, rather making someone force you. Unless, of course, that's your thing. You are kind of a kinky one."
Kerry wobbled as quickly as she could to her feet to alleviate the merciless pain Rebecca was inflicting upon her. As she finally reached her feet, she was forcefully leaned forward. Her upper thighs hit what felt like the side of a table or bed, probably something like she was strapped down to earlier, and then bent forward over it. She heard a clicking sound and felt something tethered to the front of her neck from a d-ring attached to the front of part of the hood wrapped around her throat holding her down. She could not stand back up again from the position she was now in, bent over at the waist with her ankles and neck locked in place.
Kerry cried out into her padded hood as Rebecca's open palm struck one of her bare ass cheeks hard. Bound as she was, she could not protect herself at all. She was completely vulnerable.
"Such a beautiful, beautiful ass. Looks a little cold. Let me warm it up for you, sweety." Rebecca remarked, delivering a forceful slap against Kerry's plump bottom ever few seconds, switching from one cheek to the other, slowly rubbing her warm flesh in a circle after each blow landed. Her skin became a darker shade of red with every swat of Rebecca's hand as she helplessly endured the repeated spankings.
"That's enough prep for now." Rebecca curiously said. Kerry felt Rebecca's hands on the buckle fastening the crotch strap of her straitjacket. Kerry's imagination ran wild as the crotch strap was unfastened and left to drop. A charge ran through Kerry as Rebecca ran her fingers across Kerry's pussy a couple of times. "'Don't want to be straitjacketed' my ass. You're nice and wet aren't you?". Kerry did not offer an answer and received another hard slap across her backside, causing her to yelp with pain. "Aren't you?" Rebecca said again forcefully.
"Mmmhmm" Kerry nodded as best she could with her neck lashed down to the bed.
Rebecca left her side for several moments. Kerry could not hear what her tormentor was up to, and it was just as well. Rebecca was carefully lubing two substantial radio-controlled vibrators for insertion into the tightly straitjacketed beauty bent over next to her.
Rebecca took one of the phallus-shaped vibrators over to Kerry and stood behind the clueless girl with a cock-eyed smirk on her face. She took great delight in knowing that Kerry's world was going to be rocked in just a few short seconds, and the tightly hooded damsel had no idea. Once again she reached down and between Kerry's legs, lightly stroking her pussy lips with her fingers. A quivering moan escaped from Kerry with Rebecca's touch.
"You like that?" Rebecca asked.
"Mmhmm." Kerry answered.
"Good, let's hope you like this as well." Rebecca used her fingertips to spread Kerry's labia apart and began to force the vibrator into Kerry's vagina. Her bound body jolted to life. She screeched into her hood and bucked and writhed, but to no avail. She couldn't prevent Rebecca from slowly inserting the large phallus all the way to its end, excess lube being squeezed up and off and dripping down the sides of her pussy.
"One more." Rebecca stated over the hysterical woman's protests and struggling. Instantly, Kerry intuited what the 'one more' was, and began to go completely berserk. She had never let any of her boyfriends get into any anal play with her, and she was not keen to start now, but the decision was unfortunately out of her hands. No matter how she struggled she could not lift or budge her feet from the spot they were clipped to, and the strap at her neck did a fine job taking away her leverage and keeping her entire torso laid across the wheeled bed. She began to sob as she felt the cold, wet end of the second vibrator make contact with her anus.
"Just relax, darling" Rebecca sung joyfully. "It will all be over soon. Actually, it won't, that's more an unfortunate figure of speech for you as this point, but...you know." Rebecca found the going more difficult, but still made steady progress on the insertion. "So snug. I should've known." Rebecca said to out loud to herself. "You've never had anything up there in your life, have you sweetheart?" Rebecca took the time during this statement to deliver another substantial swat to Kerry's ass.
Again, Rebecca forced the vibrator home, excess lube spilling out from where the phallus met the anus. Rebecca used her fingertip to trace around the contour of the vibrator collecting some of the excess lube and used it on her own fingers as she rubbed and explored the area between Kerry's legs, traveling around the two stump ends of the vibrators sticking out of each orifice. She drew her damp hand out from between Kerry's legs and used the soft flesh of her ass cheeks to wipe the lube off her fingers and hand as best she could. When complete, she gave another thwack across Kerry's bottom, her bum jiggling briefly with the blow. Kerry seemed unaware of anything but the rubber cock jammed into her rectum. She was wiggling her hips in a vain attempt to dislodge it while screaming and crying for it to be removed.
Rebecca reached down and grabbed the crotch strap of the straitjacket again. "What's this?" she asked insincerely. "Oh, I believe this goes...here!". Another round of shrieks and spirited struggling commenced while Rebecca re-fastened the crotch strap of Kerry's leather straitjacket, sealing the rubber vibrators in, driving them even further inside of her.
The naughty nurse looked longingly over her captive. She enjoyed watching Kerry slowly lose her mind underneath her thin veneer of waxy leather. Her every movement from her head to her toes cast her torment into stark relief. She dipped and swerved, swayed and swiveled, but there was no possible position she could work herself into that alleviated the near unrelenting pressure and sensation she was receiving from the twin shafts lodged within. Her head shook as much as it could, as if in denial, lamenting through sobs her incredible predicament.
"You like your new toys, baby? Rebecca asked sweetly. She received what she expected. No response. Kerry was far too preoccupied with her own problems. Rebecca continued regardless. "You haven't even seen the very best part, yet."
Rebecca circled the wheeled bed that Kerry was currently bent across and unhooked the strap attached to the neck of her hood. Once free Kerry immediately bolted upright at the torso, then almost as quickly bent back over again as she once again tried in vain to find some deliverance from her rubbery intruders. Rebecca smirked to herself once more as a new, unsavory idea occurred to her. She put an open palm to the warm, soft leather covering Kerry's face and pushed forcefully, giving a nice hard shove at the end. Kerry's torso immediately slid backwards off the bed she'd been resting on and, her feet still clasped to the floor, caused her to uncontrollably tumble backwards with a hard thud onto the cell floor. The thick padding covering her mouth barely stifled the scream of pain from the poor woman as she once again fell onto her tightly bound arms with nearly all of her body weight.
"Oops! Did I forget to unhook your ankle strap from the floor? I'm sorry, dear." Rebecca said to her pathetic prisoner as she reached down and released the strap from its clip. She put on what looked like a wireless phone headset. "Here," she said as she reached into her pocket and flipped a switch on a small electronic box. "let me help you feel a little better."
Almost immediately the demeanor of the straitjacketed woman before her changed. Her cries became a more persistent moan, her back arched almost unnaturally, and the telltale, deep, low frequency hum of a vibrator working inside her came to life. Only when Rebecca spoke, however.
"You like that bit?" Rebecca teased, the vibrator coming to life with every word and fading away almost as quickly. "The Doctor had these made. It translates the sound picked up by my little microphone here and turns it into impulses that power your vibrator. And of course, I have one, and our good Doctor has the other."
Kerry was now pre-occupied by a completely different sensation than before. She couldn't make out much of what Rebecca was gloating about, but got the idea, as whenever she heard Rebecca's garbled voice, the vibrator in her vagina would get busy. When Rebecca was not speaking things were literally and figuratively quiet. Thankfully for the moment, things also appeared quiet with the vibrator swelling her anus.
"I wonder just how good the microphones on these things are." Rebecca asked to nobody in particular as she grabbed the rail of the bed and began to wheel it across the cell floor towards the door, the vibrator's low hum skipping in the background from sound to sound. "I think I'll go on my lunch hour. Yeah, and eat in the car with the radio turned up. Like, really loud. You think it will matter what kind of music I listen to?" And on and on, as she rolled the cart and herself out into the hallway, leaving the livewire of a writhing woman inescapably restrained with a leather straitjacket and hood, laying helplessly in the cell behind her.
