Show Some Restraint
Voices…voices in the dark. Far away, down a tunnel? In another room? A ringing sound nearly drowned them out. “Just a few more minutes…”
The voices wouldn’t stop. “Why are you not letting me sleep? Just shut up already!”
And they were getting closer, louder.
“…other places for working out baser aggressions, at least a dozen that I’m aware of in Sentinel City. It was the staff’s mistake; you did the right thing, so don’t feel bad about profiting at their expense in this case.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. Buy Maria something nice on your next date.”
“Well…I suppose- Oh! She’s coming out of it!”
Cat groaned, and her eyes fluttered open, vision blurry in the bright light. The moment she tried to move, she regretted it. Pain radiated from her ribs, shooting through her body as she squirmed about; breathing hurt, everything hurt. She groaned again, tried to clutch at her ribs, but found that she couldn’t move her arms.
“Don’t try to move, Miss Ramos. Breathe slowly, breathe shallowly. You have multiple broken ribs, and likely a concussion. Trust me when I say that those are the least of your problems right now.”
“Uhhh…who…?” Cat croaked, eyes having trouble focusing on the shadowy form that had stepped up beside her. That voice…she recognized it. Not Anita, but someone else. Who…? So familiar… Then it clicked. That blue-haired woman who had stopped the fight! Cat rolled her eyes toward the form, finding that she couldn’t move her head. What was going on?!
“Jennifer Tempest, director of the facility you so brazenly trespassed within for your little dick-measuring contest with Nurse Winters.”
“Ohhh…crap,” Cat groaned, blinking, wincing before she opened her eyes again. Jennifer’s features started to come into focus at last as Cat’s eyes adjusted. As the blue-haired woman’s features became clearer, Cat sucked in her breath, groaning as she felt her ribs shifting inside her. She couldn’t pull her eyes off of Jennifer’s perfect features, her eyes that burned with an intensity unlike anything Cat had ever seen before. She couldn’t see the rest of her face, hidden behind some kind of respirator, but she knew it was beautiful. Cat’s eyes drifted downward, seeing Jennifer’s curves in that tight latex outfit, the swell of her sizable breasts, and felt a surprising heat growing between her legs, and realized that her nipples were getting hard even through the constant pain in her body.
She remembered to breathe again, gasping, then wincing as her ribs reminded her they were broken.
“Did I not tell you to breathe shallowly, Miss Ramos? It seems you and Nurse Winters share some less than appealing traits,” Jennifer said with a disapproving shake of her head.
“W-what are you…can’t move…hurts…” Cat mumbled, shifting again, feeling a resistance on her limbs. Was she…strapped down? Was that really a bad thing, though? She was close to Jennifer! She was right there, so close…that perfect body, so perfect…
“Relax, Miss Ramos. You’re in excellent hands here. This is a medical facility, after all, and I shall not allow you to go unaided. I also shall not allow you to go unpunished for your illegal fight on MY property, which YOU were trespassing upon. My staff does not have permission to bring unauthorized persons into my facility.”
“I…I can’t move…” Cat mumbled, resisting her body’s insistence on taking a deep breath as she stared hungrily at Jennifer, not exactly put out by that fact, if it meant she could stay close to Jennifer. How could one woman be that hot? Why was she getting so turned on? If she could just…if Jennifer would just…touch her…
“You are being detained, Miss Ramos,” Jennifer said, her voice positively melodic, even when it was filled with venom. “I have yet to contact the police given your medical condition, but you can rest assured that I will be speaking to them over this incident. Until then I will see to it that you are treated well and your maladies are treated.”
Cat groaned again. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…didn’t think…” It almost hurt to have disappointed Jennifer so.
“Actions have consequences, Miss Ramos,” Jennifer said, backing away. She snapped her fingers. “Healslut! You are needed.”
Recalling that strange name, Cat turned her eyes, however reluctantly, away from Jennifer and watched the strangely dressed nurse totter forward on those impossible heels, golden shackles and chastity gear clattering softly. She was dressed as she had been before, though the leash dangled in front of her as she approached Jennifer, stopping beside her with practiced ease. Cat watched, eyes wide, as Jennifer unbuckled the gag from the hooded figure’s head and removed it, gasping when she saw the size of the phallic shape attached to it.
Jennifer took a firm hold of Healslut’s collar and pulled her along, and the nurse in the latex hood obediently followed, working her mouth, a bit of drool lingering and dribbling down her chin onto her chest. Cat felt the table she was on shake, then felt herself moving forward into a more upright position. Her eyes followed Jennifer as she led Healslut in front of Cat, and hauled on the leash.
Somehow the nurse called Healslut got to her knees without falling, making it look almost easy. Jennifer guided her forward with the leash, and in a moment Cat felt a warm breath over her surprisingly hot, wet pussy. “Don’t resist, Miss Ramos; you’ll enjoy this, I assure you, or Healslut will be disciplined quite harshly. Begin!” she ordered, pulling Healslut between Cat’s legs.
What was going on? Nothing made sense! But, if Jennifer wanted it so, who was Cat to argue? “What are…ohhhh!” Cat gasped as warm lips pressed down against her pussy, starting with a kiss before Healslut’s tongue quickly followed, flicking out to tease Cat’s clit before moving on to her lower lips.
Cat arched her back reflexively, wincing in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as Healslut’s tongue worked expertly on her pussy, sliding inside slowly, probing, finding all the right spots, making Cat moan and squirm. Then she nibbled softly on Cat’s lower lips before her tongue returned to Cat’s clit, circling it, building up the fire at an incredible rate.
Cat was suddenly aware of a glow coming from below, a brilliant, pure white light that grew more intense as Cat grew ever closer to climax. Her pain began to fade away as the glow intensified, and she turned her eyes downward, moaning and writhing with the intensity of the pleasure Healslut’s tongue gave. The woman between Cat’s legs…she was glowing! White, pure light radiated from her, made her golden chastity gear appear even more majestic!
Somewhere in Cat’s confused mind, a name clicked. Solaria! She could heal with a touch, and she radiated light when she prayed for healing! Could this be…? No, surely not, right? Solaria couldn’t be here, couldn’t be dressed like that! Could she? That didn’t make sense at all!
Before that train of thought could get any further away from the station, it was derailed, Healslut’s tongue bringing Cat back to the moment as her aches continued to fade, the pain in her chest from broken ribs evaporating like fog in sunlight. Her whole body tensed, though try as she might, she still couldn’t move. She could feel the restraints now, some heavy straps on her limbs, what might have been a full on neck brace around her neck, keeping her head immobile.
But at that moment, she didn’t care. She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling from Healslut to another figure that had come within sight, the nurse with the pink leopard-print panels on her uniform, intent on examining the restraints that held Cat. Then her eyes went to Jennifer, who stood behind Healslut, watching the performance with a smug smile upon her lips.
Jennifer turned her brown eyes from Healslut to Cat, and Cat felt a rush of desire within, moaned heatedly, panting like the slutty girl she was in that moment, trying unsuccessfully to reach for Jennifer. “Enjoying that, are you, Miss Ramos?”
The light grew more intense. Cat’s body ached for release, Healslut’s energy pouring through her. She’d never peaked so fast! Cat’s whole body shook as she let out a heated cry, rocking against the restraints as Healslut’s light momentarily blinded her. So close! Healslut was amazing! The power surging through her was so intense, so warm, so pure!
So close! She could feel it, Healslut’s tongue was flicking at her clit again, then pressed deeper inside, touched around that special spot! Almost there! Cat moaned again, felt the orgasm coming…almost…!
And then the light faded, its blinding radiance dimming and vanishing, just as Healslut’s mouth left Cat’s pussy and she settled back on her knees, panting and licking at her lips.
“What?! No, wait, more, I need more! I’m so close, just a few more seconds!” Cat panted, struggling against the restraints as her eyes looked down to Healslut. She couldn’t just stop! “Hey, come on, please, please don’t stop!”
“That is quite enough, Healslut. You’ve healed the patient as required,” Jennifer said, taking up Healslut’s leash and guiding her to her ballet-booted feet. She brought Healslut to another nurse waiting off to the side and passed over the leash. “Take Healslut into Nurse Winters’ room and wait for me; we won’t be much longer.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the nurse, tugging at the leash.
“M-may Healslut have something to drink, Mistress?” asked the severely restrained nurse. “I-is it time for lunch yet?” She sounded extremely tired. “Wait…no…this is…overtime?”
Jennifer swatted Healslut’s backside with her hand, causing the nurse to stagger and yelp. “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, Healslut. Nurse Gibson, make sure that you reapply Healslut’s gag before she is escorted from the room. I had been willing to grant her a reprieve, but it seems she doesn’t want one.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said the other nurse as Healslut whimpered.
Then Jennifer’s eyes were back on Cat, and all thoughts of Healslut’s predicament vanished from Cat’s mind as her breath caught. She could feel the fire burning inside, hot and still ready to explode, but she was held too firmly by the restraints to get her hands anywhere near her pussy. But still she wanted to cum so bad! Immediately she thought of Jennifer, of having her hands finish what Healslut had started, or perhaps even her mouth. Cat groaned and squirmed. “Please…please let me cum!” she begged.
“Oh, I think not, Miss Ramos,” Jennifer said coolly as she returned to Cat’s side. The leopard-printed nurse worked a control on the side of the table, bringing Cat into a horizontal position again. Jennifer leaned over, filling Cat’s vision, and Cat whimpered desperately for her. “Don’t expect that burning desire to fade any time soon. Specialist Leopard will now secure you for your detention period, and I can assure you that you won’t be experiencing any orgasms while within my facility. Until you are picked up by law enforcement, I intend to make your stay quite unpleasant. Do you realize how much of a disruption that fight caused to my operation? No, I suppose you don’t. Be a good girl now and don’t resist.”
Cat suddenly felt a stirring within her, recognized it as Pink Pussy. Her other self wanted to fight, to break free, and make a quick escape…but somehow, Cat didn’t see it that way. She felt an overwhelming desire to lay exactly where she was, to obey the Director’s command not to resist. She didn’t want to disappoint that amazing woman anymore, after all. She’d already done enough of that with her silly fight with Anita, and she just couldn’t bear to cause Jennifer more trouble.
So, Cat nodded slowly, shifting her legs, noting the heat between them. “Y-yes, ma’am,” Cat said, something between a whimper and whisper.
Jennifer’s eyes continued looking over Cat a few moments more, considering the response, before she turned to Specialist Leopard and nodded. “You may proceed.”
“Yes, ma’am!” said Specialist Leopard, quite a bit more excitedly than Cat would have expected. The other woman leaned over Cat, her face mostly hidden behind her gas mask, though her green eyes were sparkling with her eagerness. “Now, I need to start with the plumbing connections, and once they’re settled into place, we can get you into your relaxation sack.”
Cat wasn’t sure what a ‘relaxation sack’ was, but she didn’t want to risk making Jennifer more displeased with her by asking, so she merely nodded, or at least tried to, considering she couldn’t move her head much at all. “Oh…okay…” she muttered instead.
A moment later, Cat felt Leopard’s warm, latex-covered hands upon her thighs. Her breath caught as Leopard’s fingers slid over Cat’s hot, moist lower lips, spreading them. Cat moaned softly, arching her back, limbs pulling against her restraints. Something cool and slick pressed against her pussy and easily pushed inside, shifting as it was adjusted, then grew larger as if it had been inflated. Cat moaned a bit louder, panting, very nearly begging for that climax again, but a stern look from Jennifer silenced her.
Leopard’s work wasn’t done, however, because Cat soon felt something else pressing against her anus, its lubed, rounded head starting in easily enough. She didn’t resist, instead closed her eyes and let it happen, felt it grow larger the more deeply it was inserted. Another heated, lustful moan escaped her as the largest part finally slipped past her opening and the thick plug settled into place.
“There, that wasn’t bad at all,” Leopard said. “In fact, I think you enjoyed that quite a bit.”
“She did; I sense this one is something of a slut,” Jennifer said, sounding as if she disapproved, but the slight curl of her lips hinted otherwise. “Perhaps we’ll look at correcting that behavior later on.”
Jennifer wasn’t wrong, exactly. Cat had certainly had her moments, and once she transformed out of her Pink Pussy persona, she was always horny and ready for some kind of sexy time, whether that was with Laura, her toys she had stashed in the apartment, or with a random hookup.
Leopard chuckled, but hurried to the next step, securing a belt quite snug around Cat’s waist, the belt having a vertical strap which came between her legs. Though Cat couldn’t see what was being done, she felt and heard things clicking into place, shifting the plugs within her as they were attached to the strap, then felt both plugs move just a bit deeper inside of her as the strap was secured to the waist belt, a solid click coming from the locking device. She felt herself blushing as her thoughts drifted back to that month she’d spent with Laura after she had been freed from Dollface’s control and hadn’t been permitted to go out as Pink Pussy, instead remaining in a chastity belt and a sex-shop quality mockery of her heroic persona for much of the time. That brought another thought to mind, too.
“Laura’s going to be so pissed with me when she finds out about this…she’ll keep me in that belt even longer this time…” And yet, the thought of her companion taking that kind of strict control again made Cat squirm, wiggling her hips to test and see just how much pleasure she could get from the belt she now wore. Her nipples ached for attention, and the plugs, though unmoving inside of her, were a constant, teasing pressure.
Leopard worked quickly as Cat squirmed about, proving herself quite adept at dealing with the minor struggles Cat gave her, more out of a need to try and touch off that orgasm she had been denied rather than any serious attempt at escape. First Leopard undid the restraints that held Cat’s legs to the table, working warm rubber upward from Cat’s feet to her thighs; Cat could see the black, shiny latex, watching with fascination as it seemed to flow up her muscular legs.
Leopard moved to Cat’s arms next, unstrapping them from the table before applying shoulder-length latex gloves with just as much ease. Cat’s fingers slipped inside the finger slots easily, but she noted that her fingers were all pressed together. While Leopard worked on her other hand, Cat raised her now free arm and looked at her shiny appendage, seeing that the glove had turned her hand into more of a paddle shape, completely smooth. She could make an awkward fist, but there was no way she was going to do much with it.
Cat looked at Jennifer, opened her mouth to speak, but Jennifer gave her a curt shake of the head, so Cat didn’t say anything, leaving her questions unasked. Cat turned her eyes back to Leopard, who was rolling a cart over. The specialist picked up a large mass of shiny black latex, unrolled it and positioned it at the bottom of the table Cat lay upon, spreading it out so that parts of it dangled over the edges. “If you would, I need to pull this up underneath you, so raise your legs…yes, that’s good…now arch your back…now raise your hands…great!”
Doing as she was told, Cat wiggled herself over the warm rubber, causing it to squeak as it was spread out beneath her, feeling several bumps and what felt like more straps brushing against her as the large sheet of latex was brought upward toward her neck. Leopard made some quick connections to something on Cat’s belt, nudging the plugs enough to make Cat moan hungrily again, then guided Cat’s feet into the pocket at the bottom of the sheet, forcing Cat’s legs together. Several straps were secured along Cat’s legs, at ankles, above and below her knees, and around her thighs.
Then Cat felt more latex closing over the straps, like her legs were contained within individual pockets attached to the larger device. Leopard was then at Cat’s midsection, tugging a few straps from beneath Cat before she laid a larger latex sheet over Cat’s midsection. As straps were worked into position, Cat realized it wasn’t really a sheet, more like a molded form, conforming to the tops of her hips and general shape, ending beneath her breasts. As the straps were pulled more firmly and secured, she had the idea that it was very much like a corset, though attached to the sheet she lay upon.
Next came some smaller straps around Cat’s chest, fitting tightly around her breasts like a cupless bra, though additional straps were worked into place, pressing down upon her breasts and covering her nipples with some kind of metallic caps held in place by the web of rubber straps. Starting to feel a little nervous, Cat breathed more quickly, feeling the straps resisting her, pressing in on her from all sides. Yet, at the same time, she felt her arousal spiking, and squirmed in the device, her hands reaching up to feel at her breasts, sensation dulled by the latex. Then one hand drifted lower, feeling the thick, corset-like piece around her middle, then her hand moved between her legs, probing at the belt.
“Ah ah, no time for touching,” Leopard said, gently taking hold of Cat’s left arm, guiding it to Cat’s side. Cat felt her hand being pushed into some kind of pocket, then more straps were secured at her wrist, above and below her elbow, then around her bicep, before the outer sheath was sealed up, hiding the straps and her arm within. Moments later, her right arm was similarly secured, leaving her pretty much completely helpless.
“Now this will be a little more intense,” Leopard said. Cat’s eyes followed her as the specialist moved back toward Cat’s feet. Cat felt a slight tugging near her toes, then felt the latex sealing further. Her legs were squeezed even more firmly together as the latex pulled together and sealed itself around Cat’s form. “As you can see, it’s sealing itself,” Leopard said, addressing Jennifer this time. “This makes it a lot easier to secure patients, especially those who may be resisting. Plus the unique nature of my seal means that until the release is triggered, it is basically one solid piece, meaning it won’t be easy to escape from at all. I’m sure we’ll be getting a very good test of this with Nurse Winters shortly.”
“Oh, I guarantee it,” Jennifer replied, watching the sealing process. Her eyes followed the latex as it slowly pulled itself tighter around Cat, the seal moving over the corset, then her chest, her arms pressing firmly against her sides as it tugged at her shoulders and sealed over the collar. “And it has meshed itself to the collar as well.”
“Full isolation hoods can be affixed before this of course,” Leopard said, “but given your special treatment here, those aren’t going to be used this time.”
Jennifer nodded, watching as Cat squirmed and wiggled around inside the sack. The fact that the blue-haired director’s attention was fully upon the helpless woman made Cat feel even warmer than the latex had already made her, and she was keenly aware of how the plugs moved inside her, and how those metal cups teased her nipples. Cat breathed quickly, short panting gasps, biting at her lip. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t move her hands from her sides. She needed to cum so bad!
“Secure the transport harness so that we can take care of our other troublemaker,” Jennifer said. “I’ll take care of her headgear.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Leopard said, ever cheerful. Cat’s eyes darted to follow her, watching as she retrieved some heavy looking straps, patterned in yellow and black stripes, like caution tape.
Cat’s attention came back to Jennifer again, her eyes going to the device that was held in her hands. Cat gasped, seeing that it was a mask not unlike the one Jennifer and Leopard both wore, but with a very obvious addition to the inside, namely a very large phallic gag.
“Something tells me you will be able to handle this without too much trouble,” Jennifer said, raising the gag towards Cat’s face. “You’re not going to resist now, are you?”
Swallowing, Cat licked her lips, then gave the tiniest of shakes of her head. “N-no…” she said. Pink Pussy stirred inside her again, the image of a dog’s muzzle coming to mind, but Cat pushed it away, wanting desperately to please Jennifer. So, she obediently opened her mouth wide.
“Good girl,” Jennifer said, pressing the tip of the phallic gag into Cat’s mouth. As the long rubber shaft entered her mouth, Cat felt Leopard wrapping those straps around her feet and ankles, then her upper legs, working upward swiftly. Cat felt tiny holes in the phallic gag as it moved over her tongue, and though it was large, she had had more than her fair share of practice with deepthroating, so she had no trouble taking it fully inside. As the mask’s inner seals settled over her nose and mouth, the gag touched the back of her throat, her teeth settling into a slot perfectly positioned to make sure it was staying put. Cat’s already restricted breathing became a bit more difficult as she took her first breath through the mask’s valves and filters. Despite the restriction of the collar, Jennifer easily secured the straps of the mask around Cat’s head.
Cat moaned around the large gag, already feeling her jaw protest, but feeling pleased at herself for having taken it fully without issue. That had pleased Jennifer,right?
Soon after, Leopard had finished securing the heavy-duty latex straps around Cat’s sacked body, forming an outer harness that further compressed her already restricted form. “There we go, all ready for her to be taken to her room!”
Jennifer gave one last look at Cat, then nodded at Leopard. “Excellent work as always. I am very interested to see how well this works with someone Winters’ size. Shall we find out?” Jennifer looked over Cat one more time, then turned, sweeping her arm over Cat’s bound form. “Nurse Miasma, escort our patient to her room.”
Miasma? That was a strange name. Then Cat realized Jennifer was talking to someone else. Had there been another nurse here all along?! Her eyes suddenly darted around the room, but from her position, she couldn’t see anyone else. She thought Nurse Gibson and Healslut had been the only other ones here. What was with those names? Was it Jennifer’s way of addressing special nurses, maybe?
“Yes, ma’am,” said a strangely modulated voice, electronic and something not entirely male or female in tone, which was followed by some very heavy footsteps thumping against the floor in a deliberate stride. A tall figure loomed into view at last, Cat’s eyes widening as she sucked in her breath through the mask. This nurse had to be taller than Anita by at least a foot, if not two! Though she wasn’t built like a dump truck like Cat’s hated rival, and was dressed in something that resembled a sexier, latex version of a diving suit with very obvious feminine curves, Cat could tell by the way she carried herself that she wasn’t to be trifled with. Cold, dark lenses of her gas mask stared down at Cat.
“You’ll be in excellent hands, Miss Ramos,” Jennifer said, looking positively tiny next to Miasma, but so much more radiantly beautiful. She turned, walking away with Leopard following behind her. “Be on your best behavior; I will see you again soon.”
Gulping, Cat managed a squeak of a reply and another very faint nod, her eyes reluctantly leaving Jennifer when she had moved out of sight, focusing on Miasma. The extremely tall nurse reached for Cat, taking hold of the harness just above Cat’s chest and lifted her into a sitting position with no apparent difficulty. Then, the giant took hold of the rear of the harness and just as easily lifted Cat off the table, holding her out in front of her and dangling her like a kitten as she started out of the room. There was no question about it: she was much stronger than even Anita was! How many superpowered nurses did Jennifer have?!
Cat barely even squirmed as the harness and sack held her in Miasma’s grip, the tall woman’s footsteps thumping as though she weighed some immense amount. What was she? As they exited the room and entered into another hall, the walls a rather ominous shade of black highlighted with red and yellow, Cat could feel Pink Pussy urging her to act, to draw out her power and transform, to escape. And yet, as much as Cat agreed it was probably a good idea, she remained placid in Miasma’s grip, wiggling as they bounced along, the tall woman’s pace steady.
Cat glanced side to side, noting several securely sealed doors, large red panels indicating they were locked, others showing dark, as if unoccupied. She got the feeling the security in this place was top notch; there were heavy duty reinforcements on the doors and walls, large sections that were likely pressure doors of some kind, and multiple camera domes and who knows what else.
There also seemed to be some kind of mist hanging around the floor and in the air, Cat noted. Faint, but definitely there, and it seemed to be getting fed through vents lining the hall. Maybe that’s why they were so big on the gas masks? What was it? Cat got the impression that it was ‘trouble’ whatever else it may have been, but at the moment, she didn’t really care. She was being a good girl for Jennifer, and probing too deeply about all the security just seemed to go against that…
Turning a corner, Cat watched as a section of the wall, no, one of the large pressure doors, slid aside with a surprisingly quiet rumble, allowing them through. Cat noted the cells here seemed to be smaller, the doors placed closer together. Stopping in front of one seemingly at random, Miasma reached out and activated the panel with her free hand. The display was green, and Cat caught a glimpse of the word ‘Unoccupied’ as the door locks disengaged and it slid aside, revealing what could have been a standard sized jail cell. Instead of the bare concrete walls and uncomfortable cot, however, Cat only saw shiny black padding everywhere, lit by a single overhead light.
Miasma brought Cat inside, but instead of depositing her on the floor, she approached a pair of yellow and black striped straps dangling from the ceiling. Cat felt something being manipulated on her shoulders, then heard metallic clicks as something locked into place at the top of each one. The pressure of Miasma’s grip on Cat’s back lessened, and in the next moment she felt it taken up by the harness at her shoulders. The large woman’s glassy, gas-masked gaze met Cat’s for a moment as she stepped around the dangling captive, then she crouched out of sight. Another pair of metallic clicks sounded, and Cat felt a tug on the harness straps around her ankles, anchoring her in place. There was another softer rustle, then Cat felt a slight movement on the plugs inside her, heard something click in place, then something else, further down, near her feet.
Cat watched placidly as Miasma rose again, then thumped out of the room, her heavy steps only partially softened by the padding. Cat couldn’t follow her movements fully, as she was facing one side of the room. She did notice, however, that there was another pair of straps dangling from the ceiling right in front of her. The door slid shut, the bolts sliding into place a moment later with a hiss, leaving her alone.
For a time, Cat just dangled there, feeling a rather peaceful serenity within her. She very nearly fell asleep in fact, but at another stirring of Pink Pussy, Cat was suddenly wide awake, eyes darting around the cell. Her teeth bit into the thick gag that filled her mouth, and she jerked and grunted as she tested the device she’d been secured within. “What the hell, Cat?! What were you thinking back there? Just doing whatever that lady asked, being a docile little kitten?! Now you’ve gone and gotten yourself into a real nasty spot.”
Grunting, Cat strained to move in the sack, feeling as though it was actively resisting her attempts at freeing herself, growing tighter or seeming to shift against her motions. She shook and wiggled, but couldn’t even manage much in the way of a swinging motion thanks to the four straps that held her suspended in place. Did she dare transform and let Pink Pussy loose? Her transformation would tear any clothing she wore to shreds, and had done the same to some ropes and handcuffs she’d been bound with before, during one of her and Laura’s little tests, so likely she would be able to escape the sack.
“But…what was that gas out there? Why isn’t it in here? That means something…some kind of knockout gas maybe. And what was it that had made me so docile before? I’m never that agreeable, not even with Laura! Most of the time… But they’re watching me, I’m sure. There were plenty of cameras in the halls, and they know where I am. If I transform, then they’ll know who I am too, and I can’t exactly risk that.”
Cat continued to jerk at the sack, grunting with effort as she shook and fought, but gained not the slightest bit of freedom. She had to give it to the Director and that Leopard chick; they certainly had some of the most impressive restraints Cat had ever seen, though some of the stuff on the inside, like those plugs, and the gag, were very questionable. “There’s more going on with Jennifer Tempest and this place…it’s more than a containment space for superpowered criminals. There’s more to it for sure…” Cat certainly wasn’t talking about their regular functions as a hospital and mental health facility, either.
Every instinct she had was screaming that something else was going on here. What was Jennifer Tempest up to? “Tempest…yeah, Laura’s mentioned them before I think. Maybe not Jennifer, but others in that family. Shady bunch, I think…mafia, maybe? They were slippery, appeared legit, but so many rumors of criminal dealings, yet no evidence. Something is definitely not right here.”
Continuing her struggles to escape for several more minutes, Cat finally gave it up with a huff around the phallic gag, her hair dampened with sweat, to say nothing of her body inside the rubber sack. Thinking of herself momentarily as a holiday turkey inside one of those plastic baking bags, Cat’s eyes darted to the door at the sound of the locks disengaging again.
With another hiss, an airtight seal, she realized, Cat’s eyes narrowed, a growl forming in the back of her throat at the sight of Anita’s wild red hair. For a moment she thought the lumbering oaf was there to taunt her, but the dull, glazed look in her eyes above her gas mask said she wasn’t spoiling for a fight. In fact, Cat realized a moment later, she likely couldn’t fight at that moment, because she seemed to be wearing a larger version of the very same restraints Cat was now adorned with.
Even with her bulk, Anita was just as securely contained as Cat. Her head was held upright by a heavy collar, curved like a rigid cervical collar, in fact, but in black and seemingly made of the same latex as everything else was. Details of the collar were hidden beneath the smoothness of the ‘relaxation sack’, which in turn was covered by the black and yellow straps of the outer harness, which had a series of vertical straps holding together all of the horizontal straps. The ‘relaxation sack’ itself was nigh featureless, smooth black latex, not even with a visible seam down the front, every one of Anita’s muscular curves highlighted. Her arms seemed to have been completely melded into her, blending so smoothly it took Cat a moment to place where exactly her hands were. The only obvious signs that something lay beneath the sack besides Anita’s body were the outlines of the corset-like waist restraint, and the two rounded forms of the caps over her nipples, along with some kind of metallic ring near her crotch.
“So…that’s what I’m stuck in…” Cat thought sourly. Then her eyes widened when she realized that someone was actually carrying Anita. Though the red-head’s sizeable form blocked most of the doorway, it took Cat only a moment to realize that it was Miasma who held Anita, in one outstretched hand, just like she had Cat. And Anita wasn’t fighting her! Anita was just dangling there, not even trying to struggle…just like Cat had earlier. Cat sucked in her breath, noted the hazy gas flowing around in the hallway beyond the door. That had to be it! It was pacifying anyone who breathed it! But she and Anita wore masks…maybe not with a filter that could work against the gas? But what were the masks for? They certainly weren’t needed just to hold the gags in place.
The inhumanly tall nurse had to use her free hand to guide Anita through the doorway, but in a moment she had lifted Anita into place, directly in front of Cat, much too close, actually, and was securing the straps to the harness at Anita’s shoulders. “Holy shit! Who is this? How is she this strong?! She’s not even struggling with that ox-headed cunt!”
Cat growled, narrowing her eyes. Anita was practically touching her! She was just about to voice her displeasure at having to be so close to the brute when her eyes caught movement and a flash of white latex at the doorway. By the time her eyes had come to rest upon Jennifer Tempest, Cat’s voice caught in her gagged throat, and she was once again filled with an overwhelming desire for the blue-haired woman. Cat breathed faster, squirmed and squeezed her thighs around the plugs that filled her, caught herself moaning softly with desire.
Jennifer stepped into the small cell, arms crossed, a disapproving frown firmly upon her lips. Cat heard Anita moan too, glanced back, saw that Anita’s eyes were likewise on Jennifer. “Now that the two of you are together, I will explain exactly what is going to happen. I have initiated a seventy-two-hour observation period for both of you to evaluate your condition, beginning at the time myself and Nurse Miasma leave the cell. Obviously you have unresolved issues that will likely need proper psychiatric treatment afterward, but I absolutely will not tolerate such blatant disregard for rules within my facility. The goal here is to see if you two are capable at all of learning to at least tolerate one another without flying off the handle and trying to kill one another.”
Though Cat’s attention was almost entirely on the blue-haired goddess in front of her, she didn’t miss the fact that Miasma had pulled something from the ceiling and worked at attaching hoses to the front of Cat and Anita’s masks, where the end of the gags were.
“I would suggest you be on your absolute best behavior, though I certainly do not have time to make sure of that myself,” Jennifer said, her voice firm. “You will find that any attempts to struggle or escape your punishment will in turn ramp up the punishment factor. I also suggest you try to be as calm and relaxed as possible.” She raised a finger, pointing it at Anita. “Nurse Winters, you will resume your duties at the end of the observation period. I expect that you will be the absolute model of good behavior, otherwise you will be punished again, as was discussed earlier.”
Cat actually saw Anita shudder and thought she might have even heard the woman whimper. That made Cat suddenly feel very cold. What had Jennifer promised to do to her that had gotten that kind of reaction out of Anita?!
“And you, Miss Ramos…following this holding period, you will be turned over to the authorities to be handled properly given your actions within my facility.” Jennifer’s finger went to her chin, tapping thoughtfully. “I suppose the question should be which authority, though. The SCPD…or a certain detective with them that you may be a bit more…familiar with? What would she think about your behavior, hmm?”
“Oh crap…she wouldn’t tell Laura…would she? What would she tell her? How does she even know about that? My phone or did she go through my things? Does she have a mind reader here? How does she know?” Cat gulped, felt a deep pang of guilt and worry building rapidly within her. But Laura had to know something was up, if not now, then soon, when Cat didn’t come back tonight and didn’t call her. “Crap crap crap…I’m in so much trouble!” She barely noticed that Miasma had secured a few extra straps to her and Anita’s harnesses, connecting them together, drawing them close enough that they were touching now, breasts firmly pressing against each other, the little cups over their nipples rubbing together.
“Decisions, decisions; it is so very difficult being the director of this facility at times,” Jennifer said, sighing. “Whatever the case, I won’t be seeing either of you, barring a medical emergency, for three days, at which time we shall see if you’ve learned anything at all. Until then, do try to enjoy each other’s company. I’m afraid I have a very important meeting to get to now.”
Cat whimpered, her mind still wondering exactly what Laura would think about what she’d done. Miasma connected a hose to the side of Cat’s respirator mask, then connected the other end somewhere out of sight, though Cat was certain it was somewhere between her and Anita. What? Why was there anything…?
A similar hose was connected to Anita’s mask and brought downward between them, and Cat felt it connect over her crotch, to a ring that probably matched the one she had seen on Anita’s sack. As Miasma stomped out of the small cell, Cat caught one last look at Jennifer, whose eyes revealed a look that said she was quite pleased with how the two women were being restrained, and tapped at the door panel, causing it to slide shut, locking ominously a moment later.
That was when Cat breathed again, and got her first clue as to what exactly the hose was for. Anger and outrage immediately flooded through her as she glared at Anita, who seemed to be coming out of her own stupor, and was glaring just as hard back at Cat. “That bitch!” She wasn’t entirely sure if she meant Anita or Jennifer, or both.
Breathing in again, Cat snarled. Even over the rubber scent that had inundated her from the moment she had woken up on the table, she could smell Anita’s sweaty odor filtering through the mask. It didn’t take much squirming about to feel the hoses between them, and the location of that connection left no question at all about what Jennifer had done. Anita grunted, her head wiggling against the collar, and Cat followed suit, but try as she might, there was no dislodging the hoses.
Each woman would have to breathe the others’ sweat and crotch musk for the duration of their confinement. Both had already worked up quite a sweat from the fight, and from the smell of it, Healslut had performed her work on Anita just the same as she had on Cat. Both of them were suddenly glaring daggers at one another in the scant inches of space between them as they recognized exactly how unpleasant the next three days were shaping up to be.
Anita roared into her gag, her much larger form shaking and squirming for everything she was worth as she strained against her bondage. Cat started off with a string of gagged curses as she realized that was only going to make things worse for her if the big idiot worked up a fresh sweat that would only be enhanced by the latex sack. The latex squeaked as their bodies rubbed against each other, their breasts pressing more firmly together, the nipple caps pressing into Cat’s sensitive nipples.
Over Anita’s animalistic cries, Cat could just make out a single beep. Then Cat screamed in surprise and pain, her body jerking as multiple jolts of electricity shot through her, starting at her feet and working her way up almost randomly, ending with a very painful zap to her nipples. She thrashed about, tried to rock herself forward and back, anything to get away from Anita, but the straps held them together quite firmly. There was another beep, and Anita squealed, her body jerking as if she too had been shocked.
“Serves her right, fucking cunt!” Cat thought as her own shocks subsided, and though she wanted to do almost anything else, she couldn’t help but pant for the unpleasantly Anita-flavored air coming through her mask.
Then Cat jerked again, just after another beep, more shocks playing over her body, hitting her sides, then the soles of her feet, even between her thighs this time. A couple weren’t as intense as before, but then again, a couple were even more powerful. As she squealed in pain and thrashed about in the sack, Anita did the same as another series of shocks assaulted her.
As the shocks faded, the two of them huffed for more unpleasant air, glaring at one another. Cat tried to yell at Anita then, berating her for getting them into this mess, but it came out in a garbled mess thanks to the massive cock filling her mouth. Anita got the gist of it though, because she jerked about like a worm on a hook as she responded with her own incoherent verbal assault. Cat could almost understand what she had said, though, and rebutted once again, jerking forward and trying to headbutt Anita, but the collar remained firmly rigid, and she only managed to rock them back and forth. Anita got another round of shocks though, and for a moment Cat was pleased.
Until Anita’s thrashing triggered another round of electrical jolts on Cat, anyway, which had her howling as the strongest jolts yet lit up her stomach, nipples, and her insides around the plugs. Anita muttered what sounded like another curse aimed at Cat, and both of them again tried to lunge at one another, to break free of something that held them just for the chance to hurt the other.
That’s when a different beep came from wherever they were coming from, a slightly different tone, and twice in quick succession. Cat immediately felt the corset clamping down around her midsection at the same moment that the collar grew tighter around her neck, the hiss of air filling her ears as it inflated. Anita’s eyes had a shocked look, and Cat could see that she too was under the same punishment, could just make out the collar expanding around the red-head’s meaty neck.
Cat’s mouth opened around the phallic gag, her own eyes bulging as she struggled to breathe. Their struggles ceased for the moment, each of them hanging with only the mildest of squirming as neither could breathe. The two beeps came again a few seconds later, and Cat greedily sucked in as much air as she could through her nose and around the gag, not caring for the moment that it smelled like Anita after a day at the gym mixed with a tire factory.
For a few moments the two stared at each other, then their eyes instinctively turned in opposite directions, much preferring to stare at the blank, padded walls. Cat’s breathing slowed, and became almost normal. She squirmed, but nothing severe, and felt Anita doing the same, apparently trying to find some way to be comfortable inside the sack just as Cat was.
Without warning, the plugs filling Cat began to vibrate, as did the caps on her nipples. Cat tensed, moaning softly as the vibrations became very strong, very fast. Her eyes rolled closed, that horny feeling left by Healslut reasserting itself with remarkable suddenness. Anita moaned too, the faintest sense of vibrations from her own plugs coming through their sacks.
The vibrations ramped up, the scent of Anita’s arousal growing more powerful inside Cat’s mask. She worked her thighs around the plugs, felt her own juices flowing quite freely down her thighs. Momentarily forgetting that she was tightly restrained within the sack, Cat began to buck her hips, trying to get the plugs just a little deeper, to rub just a little harder against that one spot…
Anita squealed, jerking violently as her vibrations were immediately replaced by another series of electrical jolts.
A moment later, Cat cried out, the plugs ceasing their pleasure, replacing it with strong zaps that had her squirming and thrashing. As the shocks subsided, her angry glare found a matching one from Anita again. Cat bit down upon the thick rubber in her mouth, sure that she couldn’t do much to hurt it, and proceeded to berate Anita for being such an annoyance at causing their pleasure to end so abruptly.
Anita probably couldn’t understand Cat, but she had certainly got the gist of it, bellowing into her gag and rocking them both back and forth as she tried everything she could to overcome the restraint of the sack to get at Cat.
Cat squealed, more zaps peppering her body, making her squirm for all she was worth to escape them. Anita’s rant came to an end with a choked grunt as she too was electrocuted by the evil sacks. The anger in them hadn’t subsided, though, and in the next moment, between their attempts to once again strangle one another, each was shocked again.
It was only after the collars and corsets engaged, choking their air from them, that Cat came to a realization. Three warning shocks to calm down and be still, then the air restrictions began. But…each time the shocks were triggered on one of them, it had been because the other had struggled too much. “Son of a bitch…damn that woman!” Cat thought, her ire directed squarely at Jennifer Tempest.
With her lungs burning, their collars and corsets released their grip, and Cat once again sucked in the unpleasant air. Their calm states soon triggered the vibrators in the plugs again. Each of them were soon squirming, the air coming through the masks hotter and muskier than ever.
Then Anita tried to make herself climax, wiggling around in her sack.
Cat squealed as she was shocked again, right on her tingling nipples and through the plugs, then all over her feet like a couple dozen little pinpricks. She immediately shook and fought for all she was worth, glaring at Anita, smiling around her phallic gag as the bigger woman was shocked in turn. It was only a few seconds before she too was shocked.
This was going to be an absolutely maddening three days.
Well, this part certainly was much easier to write than the fight scene that composed part one, lol. Definitely had a good time with it, and hope you do as well!
You might have noticed a certain character in Part 1 that makes a bigger appearance here. This poor, overworked student, known here as Healslut, belongs to ClockALock over on DeviantArt! You’ve seen her before, making her first appearance in The Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy, where she used her real name, Ankara. Since that time, she’s become something of a more prolific superheroine, known as Solaria, although she has an uncanny tendency to wind up kidnapped in various predicaments, one of which led to her obtaining her rather flashy jewelry, and her unusual advanced education in the art of medicine courtesy of Jennifer Tempest. You can see some images of Solaria done by PlasmaDragon over on DA:
Reference 1 (Solaria regalia)
Reference 2 (“naked”)
For Science!
Don’t have much else to add right now, so I’ll just say “Stay tuned for part 3 next week!”
Until next time, Urban out!
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