Author's note: Medical fiction and bondage here. No gore but read at your own risk!
Chapter 1
Trying to calm myself, I knocked rapidly on the door.
"Enter," was the curt remark. Inside, I found two individuals, a grey-haired man, maybe in his fifties or sixties and a plumb lady with the name "Roberts" stencilled on her left breast.
"Doctor...Carter Jamieson?" The grey-haired man read out from his open folder.
"That's me. Doctor...?"
"Henderson. George Henderson." He gestured to the single seat in front of him. "I'll be quick. First in your class in medicine. Recommended by lecturer to pursue any medical specialisation. Worked in young offender's home, police behavioural department...you haven't any medical experience, have you?"
"No but..."
"And you specifically and only wrote down 'mental health' as opposed to other medical issues. Why?"
"I've always an interest in cure the mental well-being of individuals. I believe any state of mind can be rectified and..."
"Ok, we're in a hurry today. Nurse, give Rd. Jamieson the file so he can read as we walk." Before I could even open the folder, they shot up and exited back into the hallway. Scurrying to catch up, I open the file. It was a long 'essay' reporting about an 18-year-old female named Catherine Granger. She had a history of anger tantrums and cases of violence, the latest destroying university property, injuring two tutors and four lecturers, causing them to suspend her and her scholarship.
"Here we are," the nurse announced, swiping a card to reveal a rather small room with a large black screen in front and another door.
"Wait here until you are called," the doctor said, as the nurse buzzed the two of them through the door. As it banged shut, I felt a wave of helpless surround me. Calming myself again, I look around and saw a switch near the screen. Curiosity building up, I flicked it and the screen rolled up to reveal a two-way mirror. There, the senior doctor and the nurse stood around a young girl, most definitely the subject Catherine, who was dressed in a dark blue spaghetti top, black bra straps visible, and in tight shiny black jeans. The three of them were definitely engaged in conversation but there seemed to be no audio speakers around. Having no ability to lip read, I could only guess they were arguing about the girl's anger problems. Suddenly, the girl shot up and definitely shouted at the two medical staff. She ran towards the locked door, slamming violently against it. She spun around and was about to strike Dr Henderson when Nurse Roberts grabbed her and to my shock, the doctor stabbed her arm! The teenager suddenly collapsed down on the ground.
"Hey, let me in!" I cried, pressing against the locked doorknob. It finally opened.
"I said for you to wait Jaimeson," Henderson said irritably. "But since we let you in, help Miss Granger out of her clothes."
"Out of...her CLOTHES?!" I cried.
"Hey, you want to pipe down? She's a violent girl and had to be sedated. We are preparing her for the jacket." I turn to see the nurse already yanking off the girl's top to reveal her full bra. "Go on help her."
"Is this right...legal? I thought we talk thoroughly with patients first, then help them into jackets clothed."
"She's really violent and was going to assault me. Now, help Nurse Johnson; the drug won't keep her unconscious for long."
I hesitated then bent down. The nurse had already unbuttoned her jeans to reveal pink bikini knickers underneath. The nurse turned her around with some of my help and unhooked her bra. That off, she peeled off the lower underwear and turned the girl back flat down. Immediately, despite my medical education, I felt a sharp erection.
"Check her for contraband and items," was the order. I started to question it, but the nurse proceeded as instructed checking her hair, ear lobes, nostrils, parting her lips, then searching, or rather quite fondling her breasts, poking her fingers up her anus and parting her vaginal lips.
"Clean," she said, snapping off her gloves. Out of nowhere, the nurse produced a thick white straitjacket and something else which appeared to be a pair or slightly thicker 'granny knickers'. Those went up to cover her vulva. Then, with more prodding from Henderson, I helped the nurse slip the 'sleeping' girl's arms into the straitjackets sleeves. Instead of the single or double straps for the front there were three and at the back there were four instead of three. The nurse sealed the back straps first and there were buckled instead of Velcro. She then, with some of my help, folded Catherine's arms horizontally, threading them through two loops before sealing the front bonds. Finally, the 'crotch strap' locked her into place. Testing the 'gown' for any loose parts, the nurse declared the unconscious patient ready.
"Ok thanks, nurse. I have to move on somewhere. Dr Jamieson, perhaps you and the nurse like to help our patient to the vehicle?"
That vehicle turned out to be a white rather unmarked van and boy was the girl heavy to drag up into the back. "One last thing, ankle cuffs," the nurse said.
"We've done her like a prisoner to Guantanamo Bay," I protested.
"Hey Doc, ever had a patient kick you in the balls?" The cuff went on and suddenly, the girl stirred. "Wh.." She mumbled.
"Oh yeah, this as well," and to further shock, the nurse presented a panel gag--I've seen BDSM parties before--which was expertly locked around the girl's head, turning her conscious cries into whimpered sounds.
"Let's roll," the nurse said in a wall intercom.
The drive took around twenty minutes and the vehicle's noise masked any conversation. Actually, there was none since the nurse stared away from me and the girl across from me was tightly gagged. I could definitely see her protest through the gag and shift around in her bonds and was quite sympathetic towards her. Moreover, I was quite shocked over the series of events from the interview to the striping to the straitjacket and now to this ride. The vehicle jerked to a stop and the nurse swung the doors open. Without any bidding, I unbuckled the straitjacketed girl and we both helped her down through the security card-locked doors. The reception area was nearby and the nurse trotted over, signing away at the counter.
"Hey doctor, I can take it from here. You may need to get your administrative stuff cleared, get the security cards and what not. I think Doc Henderson said to report at 0830 tomorrow? There are bunks. Night." With that, she pulled the poor, still quite groggy girl out of sight.
Still bewildered, I took several deep breaths before turning to the duty nurse and getting the necessary items ready. "Through those doors, take two rights pass through locked doors and there's the doctor's sleeping quarters," she said. "Oh, Doc said you might want to read this,” I was given a thick folder titled, "Henderson Mental Hospital: Policies, and Solutions."
To Be Continued
A new doctor (MMF/F)
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Note: All science fiction here. Don't try this at home or in the hospital.
Chapter 2
The next day:
I stayed up almost all night reading the 'thesis' that explained the founding of this hospital and the solutions to curing the various forms of mental illness. I was further shocked reading it and was ready to query Dr. Henderson about it. Instead, he brought me over to yet another room with a one-way mirror. Inside was Catherine Granger, still tightly bound in her straitjacket, gagged and cuffed at her ankles.
"Doctor," I began, but he just held up his hand. With his other, he adjusted a knob on the wall. Suddenly, I saw the girl start to shiver. A few minutes later, he twisted the dials the other way and I saw the girl start to sweat profusely.
"Temperature gauge," He said, not looking at me. "By varying the temperature in that room, it will affect her psychological thoughts and perhaps her mood."
"I read that all in manual. Does it really..."
"It's in a doctoral thesis..." he started, not looking at me and continuing to change the temperature levels and 'torturing' the poor patient for the next twenty minutes until Nurse Roberts entered from a secluded side room. Catherine immediately tried to move away but a stern command from the nurse--we couldn't hear her words but I could sort of lip read--stopped the poor girl from shifting further. The nurse bent down and removed her panel gag then with some command began to spoon feed her--I couldn't tell what.
"I can't believe she was gagged all night," I commented.
"She was tape gagged with medical tape that's hypoallergenic. All our mouth guards are hypoallergenic and cleanses their oral cavities. They hardly need to brush their teeth. Shall we get a move on?"
I actually started to feel an attachment towards Catherine so was reluctant to leave her. I followed the senior doctor through another set of corridors that revealed some more 'cells'. As he randomly opened each one, I saw females, well mostly females, straitjacketed and gagged. Some of them were in underwear while some of them had something thick around their waists.
"Don't look so surprised Jamieson," Dr. Henderson said again without looking at me. "All patients are gagged to ensure the lowest possible noise so as not to instigate altercations or assaults and to present uniforminty amongst all. Some patients labelled medium-level and above are made to wear incontinence briefs," clearly he didn't want to use the word nappies or diapers, "as their retraints have to be on 24/7. The nurses will allow some to use the toilet at fix hours of the ay but otherwise, the briefs get used."
Still bewildered, I found myself looking at an open area--we were on an upper level. More patients still in straitjackets, nappied and leg restraints were walking--more like shuffling about, with various nurses near them and guards at the corner. "These patients get some movement outside their rooms," Henderson stated. "Some leg movement helps. And allows them to have some social activity." As I looked closer, some patients were seated in tables of two or threes, never largely than that. Some device was place over the foreheads, something like a head band.
"That's our latest invention, the neural recognition. The thoughts of each individual patient is transmitted to a tablet on the tablet or hand-held." I indeed could se tablets next to each female patient and the nurses themselves also had smaller tablets. "Instead of try to waste their voice through the gags, patients will communicate to each other via thesse devices. The nurses and us doctors can also read converse with them--we type back what we wish to say--while each patient is gagged and straitjacketed."
TBC
Chapter 2
The next day:
I stayed up almost all night reading the 'thesis' that explained the founding of this hospital and the solutions to curing the various forms of mental illness. I was further shocked reading it and was ready to query Dr. Henderson about it. Instead, he brought me over to yet another room with a one-way mirror. Inside was Catherine Granger, still tightly bound in her straitjacket, gagged and cuffed at her ankles.
"Doctor," I began, but he just held up his hand. With his other, he adjusted a knob on the wall. Suddenly, I saw the girl start to shiver. A few minutes later, he twisted the dials the other way and I saw the girl start to sweat profusely.
"Temperature gauge," He said, not looking at me. "By varying the temperature in that room, it will affect her psychological thoughts and perhaps her mood."
"I read that all in manual. Does it really..."
"It's in a doctoral thesis..." he started, not looking at me and continuing to change the temperature levels and 'torturing' the poor patient for the next twenty minutes until Nurse Roberts entered from a secluded side room. Catherine immediately tried to move away but a stern command from the nurse--we couldn't hear her words but I could sort of lip read--stopped the poor girl from shifting further. The nurse bent down and removed her panel gag then with some command began to spoon feed her--I couldn't tell what.
"I can't believe she was gagged all night," I commented.
"She was tape gagged with medical tape that's hypoallergenic. All our mouth guards are hypoallergenic and cleanses their oral cavities. They hardly need to brush their teeth. Shall we get a move on?"
I actually started to feel an attachment towards Catherine so was reluctant to leave her. I followed the senior doctor through another set of corridors that revealed some more 'cells'. As he randomly opened each one, I saw females, well mostly females, straitjacketed and gagged. Some of them were in underwear while some of them had something thick around their waists.
"Don't look so surprised Jamieson," Dr. Henderson said again without looking at me. "All patients are gagged to ensure the lowest possible noise so as not to instigate altercations or assaults and to present uniforminty amongst all. Some patients labelled medium-level and above are made to wear incontinence briefs," clearly he didn't want to use the word nappies or diapers, "as their retraints have to be on 24/7. The nurses will allow some to use the toilet at fix hours of the ay but otherwise, the briefs get used."
Still bewildered, I found myself looking at an open area--we were on an upper level. More patients still in straitjackets, nappied and leg restraints were walking--more like shuffling about, with various nurses near them and guards at the corner. "These patients get some movement outside their rooms," Henderson stated. "Some leg movement helps. And allows them to have some social activity." As I looked closer, some patients were seated in tables of two or threes, never largely than that. Some device was place over the foreheads, something like a head band.
"That's our latest invention, the neural recognition. The thoughts of each individual patient is transmitted to a tablet on the tablet or hand-held." I indeed could se tablets next to each female patient and the nurses themselves also had smaller tablets. "Instead of try to waste their voice through the gags, patients will communicate to each other via thesse devices. The nurses and us doctors can also read converse with them--we type back what we wish to say--while each patient is gagged and straitjacketed."
TBC