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Patient Name: Cucumber Age: 22 Risk Level: Low Patient Overview: It is very common for people to contact the Sternway Institute when an individual they are close to is experiencing mental distress. We have received reports that the patient, a young woman, is suffering from a severe mental breakdown and has seemingly forgotten her identity, refusing to acknowledge her real name. As such, we have sent out a team of orderlies to bring her to the Institute in order to diagnose and treat whatever issues are plaguing her. Other than her distinctively cat-like ears and tail, the patient’s appearance is no different to that of a human. Thus, with the assumption she has average human strength for a woman her age, we have decided that the standard Sternway Institute Full-Body Straitjacket is all that’s necessary to restrain her, at least at this early point in her treatment. ----- Sitting at her computer, a young catgirl was browsing the internet, angrily scrolling through photos on a
  The girl on the screen didn't seem to be smiling. There were outward signs that spoke of distress. It wasn't accurate. It was clear to everyone else pictured as well as to the viewer that this carefully choreographed imagery was anything but distressing... even if the sounds emanating from the same screen were a far cry from laughter.

  She was wearing an exotic outfit that mingled Orientalist fantasies of harem women with bright colors and clean lines. The dancer's soft, supple skin was being carefully pinched and compressed by ropes and straps that bit with a beautiful, bodacious tightness. Careful work had gone into creating the ela
Inside of an old museum, was a brand new exhibit which was focused on Egyptian Queen Hut Tut Sut, a queen that wasn't very popular due to the fact she loved latex. In the blazing heat of Egypt latex was the last thing anyone wanted to wear and it was her obsession with the stuff that brought down her rule in the end.

As the museum owner, a middle aged woman with strawberry blonde hair wearing a dark orange suit and dark tights walked up to the coffin that held the mummified form of Queen Hut Tut Sut, she was pleased her place was getting something new.

She was also interested to see if the Queen was wrapped up in latex bandages, usually the
A story starring Liz, an OC of JacketFreak , being encased (... duh), and discovering that she should be careful what she wished for, even if she's a masochistic lover of bondage. I only hope that I did her character justice Will Liz ever get out? Will Elena come save her? Was Elena actually the one behind her encasment? Who knows. I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. English is not my first language.
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Liz awoke to find herself sitting in a chair, stripped naked. The room she found herself in did not have much furniture. There was only a desk in front of her, another chair beyond that, and to her right, a table. The walls were all painted white, and she couldn’t tell where the door was, or even if the room had any doors.
Having been sedated only minutes before, she could hardly remember why she was here. She could remember parts of what happened, but not too much. She had been with Elena, in her own personal cell behind her mistress’s office. The police had busted in, waving their guns around. Then they took her. That was all she could remember for now.
It must have been for a crime so big, that it could not be ignored by them. Elena was the most powerful gang leader in the city, and when police would come to arrest her, it would often end up worse for them than it did for her. She looked down to examine her naked body. They had given her a sedative after they had strapped her into the back of the police van, and they must have taken her clothes when she was unconscious. She was disappointed. She would have liked to experience the thrill of being strapped tight in the back with her straightjacket.
Her skin was paler than the last time she remembered seeing it, before she became a slave. Seeing herself naked, seeing herself unbound, it felt wrong. She belonged to Elena, and she belonged in a tight straightjacket, all bound up for her mistress to tease and torture.
Just then, a doorway opened in one of the walls, and three women, one wearing a business suit, and the other two clad in tight-fitting latex suits and carrying large packages wrapped in plastic, walked in. Liz always hated the material. She loved the feeling of powerlessness that came from bondage, but she couldn’t stand the feel of latex. The woman in the business suit sat across from her, and the other two stood at her sides. One of them had blond hair, and the other was a brunette.
“Elizabeth Jong,” the businesswoman spoke with a cold voice. “You have been found guilty of the first-degree murder of a federal judge.”
Her words caused Liz to remember. The police had come to arrest one of Elena’s bikers for the murder of a judge. That had caused too much noise for even corrupt officers to ignore, especially with people outside the city more powerful than them wanting an arrest. It was enough that they had raided the gang's headquarters with a SWAT them.
Elena had offered Liz up as the culprit, and the police had arrested her. She had felt the sunlight on her skin for the first time in years, and she had hated it. However, there was no way Liz could have done it. She had been tied up as Elena’s slave for several years now.
“You have been sentenced a lifetime of bondage and isolation,” the businesswoman stated. “You will serve out your sentence at the JF Institute, our current location, starting now.”
Liz couldn’t believe it. She was at the JF Institute. She knew that Elena would sometimes send nosey reporters there to disappear. And she was being sentenced to permanent bondage, to imprisonment for the rest of her life. The words almost made her drool. This was more than she could have ever hoped for. She imagined what it would be like, how good it would feel, to be trapped, locked away deep within one of the facilities dark rooms, struggling against her bonds with no chance of escape. The JF Institute was also an insane asylum, so no doubt they used her favourite item of bondage, the straightjacket.
This was too perfect. She couldn’t wait for her punishment.
“Really?” she asked, squirming in her seat. “Right now?”
“Yes,” the businesswoman stated. “These two nurses will begin preparations for you to live out your sentence.”
The businesswoman stood up and left, leaving her alone with the two latex nurses. One of them, the blonde, walked over to her, and put her hands on Liz’s shoulders from behind. Liz shuddered at the latex’s touch.
“I just want you to know that there’s no getting out of this. We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the nurse told her, as she slid a hand down Liz’s side and stroked the side of her breast.
“W-What does that mean?” Liz replied, getting way too excited for her permanent imprisonment.
“It means that either you cooperate with us, and we’ll let you be in control of your body while we put all this stuff on, or you don’t, and we’ll take that away from you, shove you inside this stuff, and tighten the straps so much that you’ll beg us for mercy.”
Liz considered taking the second option then and there. This was a dream come true for her.
The nurse lifted one of the packages up off the desk, and showed it to Liz. Liz could see a card on the front with her name, her mugshot from that one time she was arrested, and a list of several of her measurements.
“All of these items had been made exactly to your measurements, Ms. Jong,” the nurse explained. “All these restraints will fit you exactly.”
As Liz stared at the package, she began drooling. It was all made-to-measure. It would all fit her perfectly, being tight and snug in all the right places, and no doubt showing off her generous bust. It was heaven.
The nurse put the package back down, ripped off the plastic seal, and opened the package. She took out the first item of Liz’s bondage and held it in the air for her to see.
In an instant, Liz’s dream turned into a nightmare, her heaven into hell.
The red catsuit covered her hands and her feet, and it looked like it would run up all the way to her neck.
Liz backed away from the latex catsuit, knocking over both her chair and the nurse behind her in the process, and ran away from the nurse holding her doom. She quickly reached the wall and pressed her back against it.
“No! No!” she screamed. “Stay away! Get away!”
The fallen nurse picked herself off the ground and gave her a glare that made Liz trembled and whimper.
“I guess it’s the hard way, then,” she said.
The two nurses approached her from different directions, in case she tried to run away. Liz couldn’t take her eyes off the slowly approaching latex catsuit. She wanted to trapped the hard way, but she didn’t want to be trapped inside that.
The other nurse lunged at her and managed to restrain her arms. The nurse carrying the catsuit laid it down carefully on the fallen chair, and rushed over to her colleague. Liz tried to resist, struggling with all her might, but the grip of two strong women was too much for the weak bondage slave to handle.
She felt something prick her neck, and suddenly, she lost all feeling of her body below her neck. She could still move her eyes, still talk, and still breathe thankfully, but her arms and legs were no longer under her control. Nor could she move her head.
“The drug you were just injected with cuts off communications between your brain and any motor muscles below your neck. Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. The muscles that keep you alive are not effected. But it will make you be a nice cooperative girl while we tie you up.” The nurse then added, “You will be nice for the time being, but that does not mean we will be.”
The nurse took the needle out and lowered her to floor. Liz tried her hardest to move, to somehow shake off the effects of the drug, but her efforts were fruitless.
The nurse she had knocked over grabbed the latex catsuit from where it lay, and approached Liz with an evil glint in her eye.
“No! You can’t do this to me!” Liz yelled.
Ignoring her pleas, the nurse pulled the zipper at the front of the catsuit all the way down to let Liz get a good look at the inside. At the place she would be spending the rest of her life in.
Slowly, the nurses slipped the catsuit onto her. She first felt the cool, sickening touch of the latex on her feet. Then, it rose to her legs, then thighs, then her crotch and stomach, then her bust, and finally her shoulders from the back. After that, they slipped her hands inside the catsuit’s mittens. They surprising weren’t bondage mittens. Had she been able to control her hands, she could have moved all five of her fingers separately within them.
She would have liked that control now.
Tears began streaming down her face as she felt them zip the catsuit up, sealing her inside this eternally tormenting prison.
“Aww, don’t cry,” the nurse cooed. “We have only j
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