The door to Kerry's cell burst open with a loud crash. It had been hours since Rebecca had dropped the bombshell of her captivity and left her alone. One becomes accustomed to the silence of the cell in the same way one might get used to a dark room. Just as in those conditions even a dim light can blind the eyes, the clatter of her cell door flying open caused Kerry to nearly leap out of her skin. Immediately wheeled the into the cell after the door swung wide was a steel framed medical cot. Crossing the lower half of the cot she could see three generous canvas belts stretched taut across the width of the table. Anchored to these canvas belts were sets of leather cuffs, a dark brown outer layer stitched convincingly to a padded insert that was a lighter tan color. Each set of cuffs was a bit longer than the one directly below it. Kerry immediately intuited these were to strap somebody's ankles and legs down. Along the top half of the cot were more assorted thick, brown leather straps dangling unfastened from its sides. As the far end of the cot cleared the doorway of the cell and was wheeled off to the side a bit, barely fitting between the stark padded walls, three large, rough looking men wearing hospital scrubs entered and moved quickly towards Kerry who was now cowering again in the far corner. She tried to shout the men back, but they disregarded her wordless mewling. Her big, round eyes widened in horror as they hurried at her, and she could spy portions of Dr. Benjamin standing in the cell doorway between the jumble of orderly arms and legs.
"Careful gentlemen," the Doctor warned. "This one is a real fighter."
One of the orderlies closed in and reached a hand towards one of her legs. Kerry moved away as well as she could with the padded walls at her back and struck out with one of her free legs in a futile attempt to ward off the orderly reaching for her. Almost immediately she realized it was a mistake as a meaty hand darted out and locked around her ankle, followed instantly by the other waiting hand grasping further up her muscular calf with an equally vice-like grip. These men were experienced in dealing with unruly individuals, particularly straitjacketed ones, where one need only worry about free legs and feet. The first orderly had feigned grabbing her legs in order to induce a move similar to the one she just made. He played the bait, and when she struck out at him, the other two orderlies descended and clamped down on her legs and ankles before she could regroup. She tried to pull and tug her legs away from them with all her might, but regardless of how strong and athletic she was, their grip was too firm, and she could only move her legs a small amount in a given direction before the men holding her compensated and stilled them once again.
"That's right, pin her legs, and get her strapped to that bed," the Doctor instructed as the orderlies closed in around her undulating body on the cell floor, "Quickly." One orderly each had a grip of one of her shapely legs. A hand clamped around her slender ankle, and the other clutching the soft flesh above her calf, just below the knee. The third orderly grabbed her jacketed torso by the arms. Kerry fought as hard as she could, but was helpless to shed the men holding her.
On a count, they lifted her entire body off the soft floor and into the air as they walked her towards the medical cot. She began to fight harder as she realized she would be absurdly restrained in mere moments. The straitjacket and muzzle had been quite enough up until now she thought, thank you very much. But the prospect of being further rendered helpless by not only having her legs strapped, but her whole body anchored in one place, to an immobile object, was horrifying to her. The orderlies chatted each other through the last stages of Kerry's transport over to the table. Once they were in position directly above it, they lowered her down. Instantly the Dr. took the place of the orderly nearest her head, and used his body weight to keep her shoulders and torso pinned down to the cot as the orderlies began to securely bind her legs. The Doctor gazed into Kerry's frightened eyes and for a moment she believed she could see him suppressing a smile.
With little effort, strong hands guided her right ankle into the open, unbuckled cuff and held it there while it was cinched tightly down. Kerry tried to make their job as difficult as possible, but restrained and outnumbered as she was, it seemed her efforts to resist them were barely registering. Kerry felt the hands of the orderlies leave her right leg, but it was no matter. Now that her ankle was firmly strapped down to the cot, releasing her leg was of no consequence. She could no longer move it. Her left ankle was strapped down the same way, and over the next several seconds in rapid succession, cuffs were further tightly fastened around each leg just below her knees, and one around each of her thighs. The thick padded leather of the cuffs creaked menacingly with every movement.
Once Kerry's legs were taken care of, they moved quickly up the table to her torso. She watched as straps were quickly drawn from the sides of the cot, threaded through one another and fastened roughly across her waist and chest. There was also the sound of straps being fussed with near her head, followed swiftly by a strong hand on her forehead roughly pressing her head down against the table. She quickly heard and felt some kind of *click* on each side of her head. She tried to lift and move her head only to find out that she couldn't. They had somehow attached straps to her muzzle and fastened that to the cot as well. She was completely immobile. In less than two minutes, she went from the relative freedom of only being straitjacketed, but free to roam in her cell, to complete and total immobilization. She tried in vain to test parts of her restraints. Her bonds only replied with the creaking and cracking of thick leather.
"Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all." the Doctor said while looking longingly down at Kerry. They wordlessly left the room as quickly as they had come. Kerry's anxiety level began rise as the sound of the orderly's footsteps disappeared into the distance, far down the hall from her cell. For some reason, she had felt a certain kind of protection for the brief time the orderlies were there, as if their mere presence staid whatever debauchery Dr. Benjamin might have in mind for her. Now it was just she alone with the Doctor again, in the most compromising of positions. She presumed the very same thoughts were crossing the Doctor's mind as she helplessly watched him look Kerry's body up and down, slowly and deliberately, talking in every curve and line of her near flawless dimensions.
Her black-stockinged feet pointed away from her steel bed, towards the padded wall just inches away, toes wiggling uselessly in their nylon cocoon with every attempt at struggling. Thick, dark brown leather cuffs twined tightly around her shapely legs, her muscles contracting and flexing almost invisibly beneath the opaque black of her tights, suggesting perhaps that restraints any lesser than the ones she was currently cinched in to might not be robust enough to confine them. The black coating of her legs shimmered with ribbons of light, flowing with and accentuating the graceful curves of her shape as she made repeated attempts to test the cuffs holding her down. Her ass was pressed flat as could be against the bed, and its ample, firm flesh bulbed out where it met the table. The waist strap was pressing her pelvis down into the cot, but the natural, dancer-like arch of her spine kept nearly all of the jacket and area at the small of her back up off the table, only to make contact with the bed again further up her back as the strap across her chest pinned her ruthlessly to the uncomfortable cart. Her hair fell everywhere, around her face and neck, and great streams of it hanging off the end of the table. Still more of it rested on the two straps that had been clipped to rings near her ears on each side of the muzzle gag, preventing her from looking very far from side to side, and making it impossible to lift her head at all. If well-shaped, well-tied female bodies were a meal, then at this moment Kerry was nothing less than a full seven course gourmet dinner, from toes to top.
"Well, well, well..." Dr. Benjamin sung to himself sinisterly as he explored her body. He placed a hand on her thigh just above the cuff that held it down to the table. Upon his touch, Kerry recoiled as best she could but was held fast by the straps. There was only the clang of the metal frame of the cot experiencing a small amount of stress and the cracking sound the cuffs encircling her leg made from her sudden attempt at movement. "You are sooo..." he droned on as he lightly ran his hand up the inner part of her thigh, stroking the soft, shiny material covering her legs on the way to her crotch, "...beautiful like this." As his hand moved and explored her inner thigh, she cursed him unintelligibly and demanded to be left alone through the thick, padded panel still covering half of her face. Her legs fought as valiantly as possible against the cuffs restraining them, but barely moved. The Doctor enjoyed feeling the effort of Kerry's leg muscles rippling and straining as his hands wandered. Gliding his fingertips gingerly across the texture of the tights covering her gorgeous legs was almost more than he could bear.
"Oh Kerry," the Doctor said as his hand moved down her leg, toward her foot. "I can't remember the last time I had a young lady as pretty as you in this position." His hand slid down and around her ankle, over the top of her foot, and then under her arch, kneading it between this thumb and palm. "Look," he said, even though he was fully aware her head was strapped down to the table and unable to move, "even your feet are gorgeous. Look at those arches. So wonderful! I don't even really consider myself a foot guy, per se, you know? But yours..." He trailed off as she felt the Doctor move his hand from one foot over to the other. He wrapped his hand around her foot and heel a bit, just below her ankle. "And how do you like your new bed, eh?" he asked while pulling up on her foot just to demonstrate how well it was fastened down. "Wow, that hardly even budged, did it? And there are two more sets of those padded cuffs just for your pretty little legs, though really, I think the ankle cuffs would have held you just fine. What do you think? Overkill?" As he asked this, his hand began to slide up her leg, gliding playfully over the intimidating leather cuffs locked around her, then back to the surface of her smooth, nylon covered leg again. She began to stir in protest once more as his hand reached her other inner thigh, and this time planted squarely into her crotch area. She muffled some attempts at denial as he caressed and felt the area around her upper, inner thigh and the crotch strap cutting so mercilessly between her legs.
"Oh stop." he said. "I mean, you're very convincing, and ordinarily I'd just take your attempts at rebuffing me at face value," he said, continuing to manhandle her crotch. He leaned in close to her face. "But we know better, don't we?" With that, he stopped fondling her and stepped away for a moment, outside of the cell. She could hear him just a few feet away from the head of her bed, "behind" her, but with her head harnessed and lashed down as it was, she was unable to follow what it was he was doing. After a few brief moments she heard what sounded like the rolling of an additional cart outside the cell in the hallway. She listened as the harsh sound of plastic wheels on hard flooring was replaced by the whisper of those same wheels rolling across cloth-covered padding. Out of the corner of her right eye, something entered the room. It was the Doctor, pushing a tv cart, like one might see in a classroom. Kerry's blood ran cold. Soon, the Doctor and the cart had moved further into her cell and past her, out of her range of view. After a few moments, the Doctor was once again by Kerry's bedside, smiling down at her arrogantly. He grabbed the side of her cot and began to reposition it.
He moved her bed about 90 degrees from the previous position. Now her stockinged feet pointed at the far wall, where the Doctor had set up and left the television cart. Kerry could hear the Doctor fumbling with a mechanism on the side of her bed. After a sharp clicking sound that seemed to shake the whole cot, Kerry was stunned to find she was moving. The cot appeared to have a pivot at the center, and rapidly her feet plunged towards the floor as her upper body rose and came forward. When Kerry's toes dangled just above the soft padding of the cell floor, she heard another loud click, and the Doctor moved away from the side of her bed to stand in front of her. Kerry was now propped up at about a 45 degree angle. Despite this, her body still didn't budge from underneath its straps. The cuffs around her legs, the straps across her upper body, and the tethers for her mask all seemed to share the increased load of her body weight in this inclined position equally. Though her head was still strapped down to the table, the angle now allowed her to see forward with no restrictions.
Almost instantly, Kerry began to wish the table she was strapped to wasn't so functional. Still smiling, the Doctor moved away from her bed and towards the tv cart several feet before her, reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out an unmarked disk. Kerry's eyes flitted to the upper corner of the cell near her and fixed on the tiny camera peeking down. Kerry began to feel a bit ill and writhed with anticipatory dread. The easy sound of the dvd player tray sliding open to accept a disk pulled her attention back down to the Doctor, and he quickly seated the disk in the tray and bumped it home. A breath caught in Kerry's throat as the tray slid closed. Once finished, the Doctor picked up the remote next to the dvd player and turned back towards Kerry, continuing to torment her.
"Aw, I thought this was going to be surprise!" he said, feigning disappointment. "But I can see it in your eyes. You know what we're about to watch, don't you?" Kerry's heart raced as the Doctor sidled up to the side of her leaning bed. Her eyes darted to him for a moment, then away, time and again, seemingly on the edge of panic. Her panic finally crested when the menu screen of the dvd loaded. Across the screen three small squares appeared, and within each of them loaded a short video clip of Kerry that ran for a few seconds and looped. The first contained Kerry, the Doctor, and Rebecca, and Kerry had not yet been buckled into the straitjacket. The remaining two featured the tightly jacketed Kerry, in different parts of the cell, struggling. Doctor Benjamin is observing her in the second loop, but she appears to be alone in the third. Below those clips are further menu arrows. It was exactly as Kerry had feared, and even beyond. They had been watching and recording her every moment in the cell. Kerry wildly began to struggle and cry out, but she couldn't move. She would have torn her body apart to get away at that moment if she could have. The idea of being confronted with what she had done to herself earlier, in this place, by this man, under these circumstances, all but made her physically sick from shame and embarrassment. At best, her renewed fighting only managed to shake her cot a little bit, which sounded back with some clanking metal and the familiar creak of the stiff leather that held her down.
"Shhhh....shhhh....." the Doctor cajoled, placing his free right hand on her damp forehead and wiping her wild strands of hair away and off to the side. While still gazing at her muzzled face, he theatrically raised his left hand and pushed a button. Instantly the television came to life with a picture of an empty cell and a non-descript, white bundle lying on the floor in the center. Only a moment later, the door to the cell opened and the three principals entered.
"Do you want to watch the whole thing?" he teased. She didn't acknowledge him, but instead continued to stare at the screen in horror through water-logged eyes. "Yeah, you're right," he said raising his left arm again, "get right to the good stuff." The picture on the screen began to jump as the Doctor advanced through the video record of her captivity via chapter markers. One second Kerry is on her feet looking around in the near corner, the next, she's on her knees in the far corner facing away from the camera, looking down at her jacket and swiveling her torso left and right vigorously at the hips, still again in another second, she is lying down near the center of the cell. "Ah, here we go," he trumpeted. As the video progressed, tv-Kerry began to writhe and moan in her straitjacket, moving herself towards the shattering climax that at this point, may as well happened in another lifetime.
"You know, I'm almost tempted to un-gag you, just to get some commentary on what's going through your mind here," he stated matter of factly as tv-Kerry became more and more engaged in her activity. "But somehow I don't think you'd have much to say on this right now even if I did. Bad luck for you, I suppose."
Kerry barely heard the Doctor's words, she was so conflicted. Watching herself, and being bound as she was now, stirred the same feelings that begat her initial orgasmic exploration, but at the same time, her circumstances tainted every thought that might have otherwise been intriguing or arousing. She didn't have that luxury. All her mettle was currently marshaled for enduring the monstrous peril she now found herself in. What does it matter what she felt in a given moment in the past if she believed she'd never be free in the future to experience it again?
She was snapped out of her reverie by the feeling again of his hand diving between her legs. This time, a sharp, involuntary inhalation and shuddering of her body accompanied his touch. This both shocked Kerry and delighted the Doctor. Kerry worried about this betrayal by her body. How could it find pleasure in this? Was she mad already?
"My, oh my," he said, continuing to massage Kerry's crotch, "you honestly just can't help yourself, can you?" Something was wrong, and Kerry knew it. The Doctor was right, and despite what her head was saying about the current situation, her body seemed to disagree completely. She felt the rub of the Doctor's hand deepen and her breathing quickened in tandem. She shut her eyes tight in a bid to control herself from within, but the stimuli was just too much. When she did part her eyes, she only saw vivid video of herself, tightly bundled in a straitjacket, writhing her way to ecstacy. Seeing herself in this state, being outside herself, watching herself grind away, as the sounds of her own breathing and moaning from the tv filled the cell, excited her. The Doctor's persistent rubbing excited her. And in this moment, the taboo of being aroused by all these things while helplessly bound in the clutches of a madman, excited her further still. The Doctor leaned in close to her, and placed his lips inches away from her ear.
"You like being straitjacketed, don't you?" he whispered. Kerry could not deny it. As he spoke the words, they seemed to fit exactly into a place inside of her that Kerry didn't want to know existed, and they elicited a deep breath accompanied by an almost involuntary moan of approval, much to Kerry's chagrin. She did not want the Doctor to know he was getting to her, but even as her mind wanted to fight, her body had long ago given up. There was much that Kerry objected to about her current condition, but her restraints were not one of them. The involuntary application and persistence of them, that was another story entirely. Regardless, her pleasure receptors seemed accommodating enough to disregard this criteria, at least for the moment. "You like being a helpless little bundle? All strapped up in your straitjacket with no way to get out?" Each phrase fired another salvo of sensations through her that she desperately tried to mask. "That's fine, because that's exactly how you're going to spend all your time here with me, Kerry. Inescapably bound, and locked away. No one will ever save you from me. No one will every free you unless I order them to. Your beautiful, beautiful body belongs completely and utterly to me now, and I will keep you barbarically restrained every moment you are here so that you never, ever forget it."
Kerry tried to barricade his voice from her head, but swimming as it was, she was unable. He continued to whisper directly into her ear. He threatened, no--promised--all manner of restraint and seclusion at his hands. He violated her verbally, and yet the words and phrases continued to send charges of electricity through her and shivers down her spine in spite of her better judgment. His warm breath against her ear, droning on and on about the totality of her bondage while in his captivity, seemed to slide right past the part of her brain that should be frightened by the threats and instead nestled in the part that found them darkly arousing.
As it had earlier, the building wave within her finally crested and broke, crashing through her entire body. The involuntary muscle contractions from her orgasm tugged at her restraints as she shuddered, quaking the table slightly for its duration. Thankfully, the Doctor had taken notice of her "finishing" and ceased his ceaseless rubbing and whispering of coarse nothings in her ear. The tension melted away from her body, if only for a moment. After a great exhale breezed through her nose, her muscles relaxed as best they could under the circumstances and she sagged in her bed harness. With her eyes still shut tight from the moment of climax, Kerry could hear the Doctor's footsteps moving away from her side and passing in front of her. She opened her eyes and saw the Doctor walking towards the door of her cell, flinging the remote for the dvd player harmlessly off the wall, it landing on the floor next to the cart. He stopped, one hand resting on the cell door, and turned back towards her, gazing directly into Kerry's eyes. For a moment, all that could be heard were the sounds of Kerry working her way to orgasm on television, and her winding down from an orgasm in real-time, practically hyperventilating through her nostrils. Doctor Benjamin then shook his head languidly at Kerry and said almost under his breath, "This is going to be something else..." and began to shut the door.
Rapidly coming back to her senses, she realized he was about to be leave with her still strapped down to the medical table. The best should could anticipate was when he was finished with her she would at least be unstrapped from the bed. She tried to call after him and draw his attention to her still bound body with whatever meager resources she could muster. The best she could come up with was rocking slightly side to side in her bindings to shift the cot and let the steel of the frame speak for her, but it was not to be. Even as she cried out as best she could through her punishing muzzle and over the racket of the medical table, the Doctor continued walking out closing the door behind him. Kerry's cell door slammed home with a thud once more, this time leaving her tied tighter than ever. She was not alone this time, however. Ahead of her, she still writhing around on video, was she, still approaching her then climax. Funny that Kerry looked upon the mercilessly straitjacketed woman there on television before her, floundering uselessly on the floor, and wished she was in that state again rather than the ludicrous suite of bindings she was ensared by now. She looked at herself on screen and knew, at that moment, she thought the jacket she was strapped in to was as intense as it could get. In the brief time since then, she has had the stakes raised on her twice, each in a manner more shocking than the last. A sobering thought occurred to Kerry as she continued to watch herself lay about in her straitjacket. If I thought it was as bad as it could get then, and yet it still got worse twice over...
Kerry tried to look down at herself, but her muzzle prevented much head movement. Glancing down with just her eyes, she could basically only see unfocused, double versions of the tan leather straps running up the side of her nose to a point somewhere between her eyes, the top of her nose, and and the top perimeter of the padded panel sweeping across her face from cheek to cheek. She could see nothing else of her body, with the exception of her hair, which was everywhere. But she didn't have to actually see the rest of her restraints to feel them and know exactly where they were, ever vigilant in their task to still her. The cuffs and the straps, in addition to the muzzle, on top of the straitjacket...completely immbolized from head to toe, lashed to a rigid, steel framed cot with a flimsy cushion, her jaw and head aching from the relentless constriction of the panel drawn across her half her face...her mind reeled. If it was still possible get worse than this, and at this point Kerry had every reason to believe that it could, she knew she was going to be in deep, deep trouble.
