Anything for a Scoop – Part 2
When she had first pulled out the uniform she had been given by Monique, Delia had thought she had been played. It looked more like something someone would wear to a Halloween party, or maybe something a stripper would wear. Thigh-high white stockings and a garter belt, a low-cut white blouse that would reveal a good bit of cleavage, and a skirt that would only reach the tops of the stockings if she were lucky. Then there were the shoes; they had in fact been heels, five-inch platform heels, with wide ankle straps and open toes. She’d almost called Monique at that point, but when she saw the notepad with the young woman’s handwriting upon it with a bunch of question marks and a checklist of uniform requirements specifically mentioning the heels, hosiery, and low-cut top, she had stopped herself. That was definitely not standard, but…maybe it was some kind of hazing thing for the new nurses? At any rate, it was something she’d be mentioning in her report.
Having reviewed Monique’s notes several times, and the notes she had made during her interview with the nurse, then getting herself ready with a change to her hair and makeup colors, Delia set out toward the institute in the late afternoon, taking the bus to the gates and badging in through the employee access doors. There were several other young nurses arriving at the same time, and she nodded to them, getting nods or a quick ‘Hello’ in return, and she followed her mental map into the locker room.
The first steps of the infiltration had gone smoothly, nobody batting an eye or calling her out. Nobody seemed to be particularly interested in chatting beyond the casual greetings; all of them seemed really focused on reviewing their notes from the previous day as they headed to the locker room. All of them were nervous too, but for less deceptive reasons, Delia was sure.
To a mix of relief and amazement, as she slowly placed her street clothes in Monique’s locker, Delia noted that the other nurses were suiting up in the same kinds of uniforms she had been given. They seemed to be a little unsettled by it, which was normal, Delia supposed, but were going through with it. She got suited up too, and had a bit of trouble getting the blouse and skirt on; they seemed just a bit on the small side and took a little extra effort to button up and slide over her hips. The shoes were even a bit tight, pinching her feet. She and Monique had been the same size, right? A quick look around told her that she wasn’t the only one having those problems, though. Curious indeed…
As several other nurses piled into the locker room, Delia finally got her uniform on, tugging at the skirt fitfully to bring it lower on her legs, seeing a few of the others doing the same, though none of them managed to get them to a respectable position on their thighs. Finally giving up, Delia followed them out of the room, their three-inch platforms clunking on the tiles as they walked. It was a little awkward for her, having only worn such heels a few times in her life, but she was nothing if not agile. One had to be quick and light on their feet in the journalism field more often than one expected, at least with her methods.
The growing crowd of young nurses entered into an auditorium-like classroom, filtering into small clusters toward the front of the room, nearer to the raised stage where a lectern and several whiteboards were positioned. Delia didn’t have to wait long, maybe five minutes, before about thirty nurses were gathered, and then another nurse entered, closing the doors behind her, and walked down the aisle toward the stage.
This one stood out from the others, and not just because of her uniform, which was very similar to the ones the new nurses wore, though she seemed to wear it easier, and perhaps it was hugging her body less tightly but just as revealingly. Maybe her’s was actually fit for her, or custom-tailored? The uniform itself was a sky blue color, with red highlights along the hems, and she carried herself with vastly more confidence than the newer nurses. She wore a pair of glasses and had her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. As she took her place at the lectern, she looked over the assembled nurses, then tapped her tablet to power up the screen and began a roll call.
The first name on the list, ‘Ausar, Ankara’, was absent, Delia noted, and she saw the nurse tap the screen, making a note of it. She continued down the list for another three names, and then the doors to the room opened, and another new nurse stumbled in, her platinum blonde hair swirling about as she turned and tried to shut the door gently, though it was too late. She had been noticed by the nurse at the front in the sky blue uniform. It was impossible not to have been noticed.
“Nurse Ausar, that is your second occurrence,” the nurse at the front said. “I would very strongly recommend that you get yourself out of bed five minutes earlier tomorrow.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the young woman sheepishly, cheeks reddening as she made her way into the gathered crowd.
Once the roll call had finished, the nurse in charge, Iris Hicks, Delia noted, finally getting a good look at her ID pinned to the front of her uniform, stepped around the lectern and tapped at the tablet again. “Now that we’re all here,” she started, eyeing the late nurse with a harsher look over the frames of her glasses for a moment, “let us not waste any more time. You all understand that the Edgewater Institute is a mental health facility that is transitioning into the new frontier of dealing with super-powered individuals who need assistance with their mental stability. As such, you are expected to be able to assist in restraining these patients, and their non-superpowered counterparts, of course, should the need arise. At this facility, the need to do this is quite often, at a much greater rate than at a normal hospital given the nature of the patients we treat. So, it is in the best interest that all of you are familiar with the intricacies of properly restraining a resistant patient without hurting them, and being aware of exactly what they are experiencing. Depending on the patient, they may react in sometimes violent ways, and with the super-powered patients, this can have devastating results.”
Nurse Hicks paused at this point, looking over everyone and watching their reactions. “This is why if you ever see one of the nurses in black uniforms running, you are to immediately remove yourselves from their path. They have been specially trained to deal with such patients, and have additional abilities of their own to assist in such matters. Now, as for your assignments, you will be broken up into several groups as follows…”
Nurse Hicks began reading off names, indicating that the first group would be the very aptly named ‘Group 1’. The nurse who had arrived late was part of that group. Delia was assigned to the third group, of which there were six in total, each with five members. Once the group members had gathered up, Nurse Hicks led them out of the auditorium and down several halls into one of the treatment wards, stopping in front of a group of rooms that matched their group numbers. In front of each room was another nurse, these wearing pink uniforms. Delia noted the route they took and several doors to other wards that interested her, though she wasn’t entirely sure which area held Dollface just yet. Delia also noticed something rather peculiar about the other nursing staff they passed; she had yet to see a male member, or any that were even plain looking or the least bit unattractive. Apparently Jennifer Tempest’s standards were quite high in other areas besides how skilled one was as a nurse or doctor.
With all of them gathered in the wide hall, Nurse Hicks finally continued. “Now, the goal of this exercise is to explore patient restraint methods. Each group has a senior nurse assigned who will be guiding you in this process. This exercise will be repeated multiple times during your initial training period, and each of you will be expected to eventually take on the role of patient. For tonight, however, we will begin with Nurses Ausar, Clark, Halloway, Morgan, Rowe, and Stewart.”
It took Delia a second to realize that her name had been selected, having momentarily lapsed in remembering that she was playing Monique for the night. Wait, what?
“As an added incentive to enhance your resistance,” Nurse Hicks continued, “if you successfully manage to escape the restraints your fellow nurses place you in, you will be granted a reprieve from your next occurrence, or you will have one removed.” She eyed the platinum blond nurse when she said that bit. She looked at the clock on the wall. “You have fifteen minutes to restrain your patients, and they, in turn, will then have until your lunch break to escape. Begin…now!”
“Hey, wait a second, that’s-” Delia started. She didn’t have time for something like this! She didn’t get further with her complaints, however, as the other members of her group swarmed around her, reaching for her. No matter where she moved, grasping hands waited. The hallway was suddenly filled with shouted commands and a flurry of activity. Delia herself felt her arms seized in the surprisingly strong grasp of her fellow nurses, another coming up from behind and putting her arm around Delia’s neck in a chokehold, cutting off any further protests. The remaining nurse waited, seemingly having predicted Delia’s next move, and snatched Delia’s legs when she tried to kick herself free. With her weight being held by the quartet of nurses, Delia had little choice but to follow their lead as they dragged her into the waiting room.
Choking at the firm hold around her neck, Delia saw the supervising nurse waiting inside on the opposite side of the room in front of the closed blinds covering the window. She was tall, easily over six feet, maybe six and a half with her heels, with long flame-orange hair and feline ears and tail, light brown fur, standing with arms crossed and a frown on her face. Though she wore the same skimpy uniform as the other nurses, this one was pink in color, and though this nurse certainly had curvy hips and very shapely, even muscular legs, she was an A-cup at best. As the nurses hauled Delia toward the bed, she shook her head and waved her hands, showing her toned arms. “No, no, don’t put the patient on the bed just yet; you have to secure their arms first,” she said, smirking, pale blue eyes getting a hungry look in them. “You, keep that chokehold tight; the two of you, keep hold of her arms and use the bed for leverage, keep her legs secure with your own. You, grab that straitjacket and get it ready.”
Delia grunted and fought, but even as her legs were released, the other two nurses soon had their own legs entwined with hers, making sure she couldn’t put up much of a fight as they pushed her against the bed. The nurse holding her neck pressed herself against Delia’s back, and Delia was certain she felt the woman’s nipples pressing through their uniforms. Watching the feline-featured nurse through watering eyes as she gasped for air, Delia noted the name on her uniform, Sei Sei. The pink-clad nurse nodded. “Good work, girls. I like that hold, too; you practiced that a lot?”
“Martial arts classes,” said the nurse that currently held the chokehold, grunting as she adjusted the grip. “It’s getting dangerous out there, so I started self-defense classes a few months back.”
“Keep it up, that’ll be really handy working here. Okay, now, ease back, and feed her arms through the sleeves carefully,” Sei Sei ordered, taking a few steps forward, hips swaying in a very feline way as she walked.
Though her vision was blurred, Delia allowed the nurses to guide her arms up as she was backed away from the bed. The fourth nurse held the straitjacket up to her, white canvas with brown leather straps dangling from it. She couldn’t be put into that thing! She had to escape, had to sneak around and find out what she had come here for! Delia eased her struggles as the nurse with the jacket approached. If she let them think she had given up, maybe she could…
As her arms were being guided toward the waiting sleeves and Delia readied herself to move, Sei Sei spoke up again. “Careful, girls, she’s trying to bait you into slacking your grip so that she can make a run for it!”
Delia choked as the grip around her neck tightened again, and she saw stars, felt the other two holding her arms reaffirm their grip on her arms. Delia turned her eyes toward Sei Sei, noted the wide, predatory grin on her face, reminding her very much of a cat playing with a mouse. That bitch!
With little choice and less air, Delia allowed the nurses to feed her arms into the straitjacket without further resistance. A pair of cuffs were sewn into the canvas near the ends of the sleeves, and these were quickly buckled into place around Delia’s wrists, and the jacket brought up over her arms. The nurse eased the chokehold, allowing Delia to breathe again, but still held firm as the others quickly tugged the straps tight, first around her neck, then down the back of the jacket. The jacket grew snug, hugging Delia’s curves as the straps were drawn together.
Gritting her teeth, Delia held her body as rigidly as she could manage, maintaining her air of resistance, though she knew that for the moment, she was stuck, she was planning ahead. As her arms were crossed and fed through the strap at the front of the jacket, she maintained that tension, forcing her arms as far as she could manage. As the strap was drawn together behind her back and buckled, she knew she had a little bit of extra room to play with, perhaps just enough to slip free later.
Sei Sei walked around the bed, looking over the straps, then leaned closer to Delia, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “You’re doing well, girls, but this one knows a few tricks. Spent some time in straitjackets before, babe?”
Delia gaped at Sei Sei, feeling her cheeks heat. How had she known?!
“See girls,” Sei Sei continued, running a very sharp-looking fingernail down Delia’s left arm, “she’s putting as much tension on her arms as she can get away with. While it’s not obvious to newbies like you, this is going to give her just enough slack once we’re not looking so that she can potentially struggle free of the jacket; even with those wrist cuffs, she could manage to wiggle loose eventually. This is an excellent learning experience! Thank you for being such a great patient, Nurse Stewart! Now, pull those straps tighter, and push against her arms; no slack, girls! Tighter is always better!”
Delia grunted and muttered a garbled curse at Sei Sei, who just laughed as the nurses did as ordered, drawing the strap on her arms another notch or two tighter, even drawing the ones at her back a bit tighter as well.
“Now that’s looking a lot more secure,” Sei Sei said, at last, nodding her approval. “Get those crotch straps secured, and then we’ll do something a little different to finish up. Put her on the bed, face down, but make sure to hold onto her legs when you do so that she doesn’t kick you. I get the feeling this one could still be trouble.”
Delia eyed Sei Sei with annoyance as the nurse in charge of the straps reached between Delia’s legs from behind, tugging at one strap, then the other, drawing each as tight as possible. This caused Delia’s skimpy skirt to ride up her hips, revealing her underwear, and served to press against either side of her pussy, causing her cheeks to grow even hotter. It could have been worse; it could have been one of the jackets with a single strap between her legs.
The nurse holding her neck finally released her grip, and Delia greedily gulped in much-needed deep breaths, feeling just how tight the jacket was as she did. Leather straps creaking, she grunted and squirmed against the other nurses as she was placed upon the bed, head toward the foot of the bed, one nurse pushing her back down and holding onto her hair, the others holding her legs.
“Okay, grab those straps there, and bend her legs; I want her ankles against her thighs,” Sei Sei said. Following orders perfectly, the nurses soon had a pair of thick leather straps secured around Delia’s legs, keeping them bent tightly at the knee; she could feel the points of her heels rubbing against her exposed ass when she squirmed.
“Good job; now, we’ll need to make sure the patient can’t cause any harm to herself by biting her tongue. That means a gag is in order,” Sei Sei said, lips curling into that predatory grin again. Something about her just seemed off to Delia as she looked up at the flame-haired nurse. She was really getting into this a lot more than she should be.
“Oh, I know just the one!” said one of the others, the one who had originally retrieved the straitjacket.
Delia heard some more leather rustling, more metal jingling, and groaned. “Is that really necessary?” she asked, grunting as she tried to find a comfortable position on the bed.
“Absolutely,” Sei Sei replied, nodding matter of factly. “This is intended to be an exercise that emulates an actual patient experience. Granted, you could have struggled a lot more to have made it really interesting, but you did give us a few surprises anyway. Ah, good choice!”
Trying to follow Sei Sei’s gaze, Delia instead yelped as her hair was jerked, forcing her head back. With her mouth open, one of the nurses quickly fit a rubber bar between Delia’s teeth. It was perhaps an inch, maybe an inch and a half, wide, and once it was pushed between her teeth as far as they could manage, a strap was quickly buckled into place around the back of Delia’s head, tugged a few times to make sure it was tight as possible before it was buckled into place. Another strap was brought over the top of her head and secured, and a third was brought under her chin, making sure the bit wasn’t going anywhere.
Sei Sei walked, well, to Delia’s eyes, perhaps stalked was a better term, around the bed, checking the bindings from all angles, tail swaying back and forth as she went. Delia felt the supervisory nurse’s eyes upon her, grunted and groaned as she struggled in her restraints, and felt her cheeks suddenly burning as she realized just how exposed her backside was, “Yes, that’s looking good, girls. Are you confident in your restraints? Think that the patient is good and secure enough for us to leave?”
“Uh, just one more thing, maybe? Like, I’d read somewhere that patients under severe restraint were sometimes blindfolded too? Like to help them relax and stuff?” That had been one of the nurses who had been holding Delia’s arms and legs.
Delia groaned, uttering a curse around the bit in her teeth, already feeling drool spilling down her chin.
“Mmmm, yes, I think that’s an excellent idea! Would you care to do the honors?” Sei Sei stalked back in front of the bed, licking her lips as the other nurse dug around in one of the nearby containers.
Wiggling and tugging at the jacket, Delia eyed Sei Sei with a glare as the other nurse approached the bed. Delia’s glare turned to surprise a moment later when she noticed something she had missed about Sei Sei earlier. There was a bulge beneath the nurse’s pink skirt, not entirely obvious if you weren’t looking or didn’t happen to be at crotch level, but it was definitely there. But it seemed off somehow, like it was more rigid, like maybe…a cock cage?! A padded leather blindfold was lowered before Delia’s eyes then, making her squeal and jerk in surprise, the thick padding pressing against her eyes. The strap was drawn tight around the back of her head, and then there was no light reaching her eyes. But Delia’s discovery still played over in her head. Was Sei Sei a guy? If that was the case, then he was a very feminine guy, sounded like it and everything. But why was he wearing a cock cage? Was it to keep him from doing something with the female nurses?
Delia grunted, feeling the bed railing being raised into position to either side of her. She recalled some of the other nurses she had seen in passing, remembered how they too had been lacking in the breast department. Were they guys too? Were they wearing cock cages as well? But if so, why were they wearing female nurses’ uniforms? In the grand scheme of things, that was hardly a line of questioning she needed to follow, but it was just another in a long list of oddities about the Edgewater Institute that she would at least note.
“Okay girls, let’s get you on to your next set of duties and see if your patient can escape or not!” Sei Sei said cheerfully. “You handled that very well for first-timers; really impressive!” The door to the room closed a few moments after the clatter of high heels had exited, though Delia had the distinct feeling that Sei Sei’s gaze had lingered upon her. There was something else about his…hers…theirs?…she shook her head; it wasn’t important right now…looking upon her that made her shiver. There was something dangerous about Sei Sei, something in the way they had been looking at Delia throughout the exercise…she shivered but didn’t know if it was a sudden fear or strange arousal or both. The feline nurse had certainly been hot…
As the conversations and clatter of heels on tile faded outside the room, Delia pushed thoughts of Sei Sei out of her mind. She had more important things to worry about than her suddenly confused libido. Namely, she had to find a way to escape and get some time to snoop around the facility!
Almost forgot to post this today, lol. I’ve been avoiding a lot of screen time the last couple days due to eye strain and focusing on building some Gunpla.
We have quite a bit going on this chapter: Delia getting in over her head almost immediately, a couple of cameo appearances from this setting’s iteration of Sei Sei, and from a returning face from P5 (Ankara). Things are starting to heat up to say the least! Stay tuned for the next part to see just how Delia is going to get herself out this situation!
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Kinktober Keywords
Cornered/Nurse
Psycho/Crying
Escape/Alien
Stealth/Armbinder
Asylum/Straitjacket
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