Escape Impossible

In a very nondescript building in a general hospital beneath stark florescent lights, a nurse tracked over lime green linoleum floors past the cream walls. she shouldered the door and entered into a prep room meeting her collogue, she put down a bundle of supplies. Nurse Audrey turned to her colleague and pursed her lips; “is this really the best use of the hospitals resources”?

Her partner, Nurse Bethany relied; “Oh its important to the Director, so its important to us”. She was laying out the material for there latest, procedure might be to strong a word for it. Her words held a note of frustration but it was only a hint she kept her tone professional as the director might be in ear shot.

Nurse Audrey broke the bundle open and started to sort out the things that would soon be needing: “I get the vague idea its been going on for months, but when did all this start”? This affair had not wasted a great deal of her time, she was more inquisitive than anything else, eager for something to relive the monotony of the institution.

  The other nurse sighed and explained; “well there was that charity dinner at the posh hotel, the Director Mrs Grant had a straight jacket from our stores. For an act by an escapologist Sandra the Sensual Serpent, or something like that. She was doing a little display piece, the director had a little bet on the side, Sandra easily slithered out the old jacket and won the bet”.

Audrey curled an errant strand of blonde hair over her ear and asked; “That wasn't all was it”? She had hoped that there was a better story than two people getting into an argument at an office function, that there would be some deep and sordid history from there childhoods or a old lover or something else straight from the pages of a bargain basement pulp novel.

 Bethany snorted; “Oh god no, Sandra made a lot of comments that if that was the best that the Director had she was amazed that the patients were not just walking out the door”. Bethany's frustration was touched with a hint of amusement at the absurdity of the situation rather than the joke that the magician had made at her bosses expense.

The junior nurse was all ears perhaps there was something more entertaining with the rest of the story: “So what did the director do about that”?

The senior nurse let the details drop one by one: “Doubled the bet and challenged her to get out of one of our secure rooms”.

The other nurse squinted a half remembered conversation coming to the forefront of her mind;: “Yes now I remember that one, she wiggled out a straight jacket with a crotch strap and arm loops. She was strapped down to a bed with a seven point restraint system and still managed to get away. Supposedly undoing her cuffs with a pin or something, with her toes no less”. There was a good measure of respect for the escapologist in her voice she was impressed.

  Bethany continued her recollection watching her compatriots reaction as she got the last few items ready: “Well it got very personal after that, the director spent a fortune on a custom made straight jacket that was more locks and reinforcement than canvas, said she would teach the escapologist her place, she was boosting that she would be going nowhere”. She remembered the almost manic look in the directors eyes, she looked like she was the one that needed a straight jacket, even more so with what followed.

Audrey adjusted her clothes and looked over the assembled supplies, She was chocked full of curiosity to get the full context on what they would soon be doing.: “Assuming what we are going to be doing soon, it didn't work right? 

The Brunette agreed: “No she got out, it took her longer though. The director had one of the old padded cells renovated. Got two of the amazonian orderlies to help wrap Sandra up in that straight jacket leg binder bag combination. They made a new bet doubled it or quadrupled the amount. The director didn't want another humiliation so she guaranteed Sandra would be incognito unseen confidential. and she would have as much time as she could want to get out of the jacket. I am guessing that Sandra was not so confident hence why the confidentiality. The director was certain after three hours in there she would give up. We didn't find the stanley knife blade in her hand until she had cut her way out of the jacket. A bit of cheating if you ask me, but she still got out of the jacket so she technically won the bet and the director had one very expensive shredded mass of fabric on the bottom of the padded cell for all her efforts”. She almost shook her head at the idea of the inane wager some people didn't learn they just kept going double or nothing until they had nothing.

The junior nurse looked at the door then up at the camera's in the corners of the room, she didn't think that they had sound on them: “The director still didn't call it quits did she”? Asked Audrey

She remembered how the director had looked so red so ready to burst almost shaking with anger it was a surprise that she had not taken a swing at the arrogant entertainer: “no challenged her again, doubled the money, it must have been a lot by then”.

  The blonde frowned, showing a lack of information checking the clock on the wall: “So what could be worse than the custom built straight jacket”?

Nurse Bethany answered: “Well the director folded both her arms over so her fingers were touching her elbows. She then wrapped them up both limbs in bandages and cast them in plaster, fingers to elbows. Even if she had a razor blade or something else she wouldn't be getting out of that so easily. The director was giggling when they pushed Sandra into that padded cell, she was sure that she had done it this time and won her bet”. Yet the nurse remembered the supremely confident look on the woman's face as the door shut leaving her in the padded room.

“Obviously,” Audrey offered, “... it didn't go down like that?”

the taller of the pair Bethany adjusted stretching: “The plasters tough, in a padded cell there is nothing to work it against. What we think happened was that she got the edge of a cast between the padding in the corner and the wall. Then pulled a section of padding off exposed one of the steel supports. She hammered her cast against it for hours got her arms free. There were redundant cables behind the padding, she pulled a bit of old copper wiring out. Sandra used it to pick the lock and she was out, the Director looked like she would hit the roof”. 

The petite blond grinned she had some inkling of what was planed with all the supplies she had brought from stores, she just wanted a few extra hints: “So what brilliant strategy has the Director come up with”?

The more mature of the pair innocently stated a few facts: “Sandra the Sensual Serpent is also a contortionist, very flexible she is going to regret that after some time. At least that was what the director said, wait and see I won't spoil the surprise, but you can probably get the general idea from some of our supplies”.

There came a theatrical feminine voice full of confidence and sneering superiority outside the room.“Nock nock, is the wardrobe ready for my command performance”. The two nurses noted the time and nodded sharing a look.

Bethany stood up to her full height looking as tall and stern as she could: “Come in Sandra, are you ready for your little treatment today, everything agreed with the director”? Sandra breezed in dressed casually disregarding the two nurses with a look down her elegant nose.

The entertainer grinned this was entertainment for her, and quite profitable based on the bets she had one so far. She casually through the papers down on the table next to a large number of supplies laid out ready for her next challenge “see I signed the papers, do your worst. I can get out of anything that delusional quack can come up with”.

Nurse Bethany's mood improved as she picked up the papers and checked that they had been properly signed, this might actually be more interesting that the last couple of episodes: “Sandra you know the procedure, we are at least going to try and make sure that there are no surprises that you can get into the padded cell. The challenge starts once you are in the full confinement you are past the point where you can back out now”.

Sandra was as arrogant as ever, her last warning her last chance to back out of the entire thing was passing: “Ok all the legality's over with, you can try and contain my brilliance”.

The senior nurse deposited the papers in a filing cabinet draw and locked it she gently griped the entertainer by the shoulders and steered her into the centre of the room, right were the cameras had the best view of her: “As per the agreement I will take that as a verbal confirmation to proceed. Nurse Audrey, please hand me the elbow length rubber gloves and the lube”.

Sandra felt a weight in her throat a jot of nerves. Perhaps she should have been more cautious she noted the camera's she looked at the rather heavy door to the room with the wired glass on the window: “Wait a bloody minute, perhaps I shouldn't have skim read those papers”.

The junior nurse theatrically looked in a box her voice full of mischief, “Certainly Nurse Bethany, oh we seem to be all out of lubricant”!

The senior nurse set about searching her after donning the gloves: “Now Sandra top first please take it off. I don't know where you got a spare cell key from but your not using it. Jogging bottoms, I guess that's some sort of small tool in the pocket. Now trainers, thanks I can't tell what it is but this one is heavier, so your not keeping them. I can only assume something's hidden in the heel or soul of the shoe”.

The escapologist felt more and more nervous as she lost more and more of the tricks of the trade, she really should have checked the papers, her voice had a hint of doubt in it now, “Do we really need to go over the rest”?

Nurse Bethany was enjoying this more than she though she would, this might be over early and she could get on with the rest of her duties: “Do you want to forfeit, you agreed the terms with the director, you signed them”? 

Sandra gritted her teeth squeezing out the answer, “Yes I did, this is still ridiculous, pointless even”.

The authoritative nurse pressed on, keeping a professional voice and manner, even if her hands were a little to close for the magicians comfort: “Now hand over the bra, good I wonder how this got in there. Now for the other half, come on we have things to do and soon you wont be doing anything for quite some time”. She put the various devices into a tray for the magician to collect later, it might be quite a bit of time before she recovered them if everything went to plan.

Sandra had been rattled by her circumstances the humiliation of stripping off was not part of what she had signed up for, she had not really read the agreement in her haste so she was still not really suer what she had sighed up for she still put a bit of a bratty tone to her voice to make up for the rapidly growing fear, “fine happy, I'm naked as the day I was born”. 

The brunet got a little to close for comfort: “I will be soon, I just have to check you over. Put your feet there and your palms on the table. You have short hair, this hair clip wouldn't also be a lock pick set would it? This stud earring has an edge to it, so you cant keep it. How did you manage to hide one of there up your nose, don't look at me like that, open your mouth, spit it into the tray there and the other one”.

The entertainer was starting to get panicky stripped of even her more subtle tools she would have to work on this with almost nothing, she was looking at the door“ok I had a few tools, are we ready to go”.

The patient tried to back away the taller nurse had a firm grip on her arm before she could get very far. “Nurse Audrey help me hold her, we are not finished yet, now hold still”.

The sensual serpent was getting really nervous with almost panicky edge to her voice as she was firmly held face down on the table “ok ok, now be gentle”.

The nurse was not gentle: “Hold her tighter, ok I don't know how you thought we wouldn't notice that. Now just relax for a moment. Such a shame we didn't have any lubricant there we go, oh yes. I will also take the toe ring, I can see the little point on it I remember from last time”. The performers eyes were as wide as dinner plates from the nurses intrusive investigation into her more intimate regions, the second nurse still held her wrists firmly twisted behind her back.

Sandra had an accusatory edge to her voice, despite her rather vulnerable predicament: “Shoot, you could have been gentle, ok I can beat your director and you on my own, without any tools I did it the last time”. They had to give her that, but it was the only thing she would get out of them.

The senior nurse almost barked a command to Sandra as the blond released her: “Hold out your arms, this is a torso stockinett, a foundation layer to protect your skin. It goes over your body before we apply the cast, this one had a long collar that we need to roll down and a long waist almost like a short skirt, don't worry the finished article will be a lot smaller and tighter”. Sandra squirmed a bit then she was wearing something that seemed like a thin tight jumper with sealed arms and a neck that was way to long.

The performer felt a bit of confidence returning it did not seem so bad: “If you think that this is going to hold me your delusional”.

The nurse pointed to the many other packets of supplies her tone was dismissive: “As I said this is only the first layer to keep your skin in a good condition. But you would be surprised how tough this blend of ripstop nylon can be, now this is a roll of under cast synthetic non allergic padding. We are doubling it over so that your cast is going to be suitable for long term wear and you will be wearing it for a long time. Note nurse Audrey how the padding adherers to its self and the extra layers around her hands to render the fingers more isolated”.

Sandra tried to move her fingers the movement was rather limited with just the first wrap of that material, she was still confident: “The last one broke easily enough and wrapping me in a few extra layers of cotton wool will not make it any tougher”.

The woman wrapping her was getting into a practised rhythm: “Your overconfidence is amusing, this is additional padding for your comfort. I am adding a few fleece lined adhesive pads to cover any area's where we don't want too much pressure on your body, hold out your hands. I am just putting them on both sides of the wrist bone and around the wrist then on the elbow to make it a bit more forgiving after we truss you up”. She quickly stuck the extra padding in place to prevent any damage to the package they were wrapping up snugly.

The escape artist was still arrogant though it was more hollow than before, “This is still not going to hold me, maybe six hours to crack it at the most”. She tentatively looked back at how many layers of wrapping she would have to crack, she was guessing if she kept mouthing off they would add more perhaps she should stop now.

The tall brunets movements were fast and merciless pulling the magician into a uncomfortable pose: “Nurse Audrey give me a hand, Sandra arms behind your back palms together”.

Sandra was surprised and alarmed as she started to clue in on the full extent of what they were doing as her arms were jerked behind her, her joints protested but she was held firm, “What the heck are you doing, I didn't agree to this”! 

Bethany felt a bit more than just another job to do this was going to be entertaining as she laid it out to her patient: “Yes you did, you didn't read the agreement thoroughly, I already have you in an arm lock stop struggling, or we start adding accessories that you will not like”. 

The escapologist felt a twinge of fear and stopped pulling against them, fear crept into her voice the arrogance was gone, “Let me go, agh stop twisting my arm, are you trying to break my god-dam arms”!

The Nurse worked quickly with rolls of fabric, “Now to package you up. You can't get lose from those bandages that I have tied, yoking your wrists into the small of your back. Have some more padding a few more layers of bandage. These stretchy bandages wrapped around both your wrists they will keep your arms pulled up high behind your back, nice and far out of the way”. The entertainer could already feel her shoulders pulled back this was not good considering where it looked like the nurses were heading.

Sandra pulled on her arms and they barely moved, her anger flared up again in fear she lashed out with her words, she certainly couldn't with her arms “This is unfair, let me out of this you unprofessional sadist”.

The brunette soldiered on: “Not a chance you signed up for it. Sandra no need to cry, now I am sure I can get your wrists a little higher, good girl you really are very flexible. Now to get those fingers wrapped up and forced flat against your shoulders. Then we can get your elbows together, now for a second wrap of padding to hold them all in place”. The anger evaporated her arms were held so tight twisted out of the way behind her back she could not free them.

The sensuous serpent was reduced to begging: “Oh it hurts please stop, please stop”!

The blond had a hint of hesitation: “That looks rather sadistic are you sure that she can take long term confinement with her arms folded away in that position”? She was not as experienced as her colleague.

The senior nurse pushed on her charge had stopped struggling: “Oh yes, now to make things just that little bit worse, help me wrap these pressure bandages around her waist to clinch it in. The tighter we make it the harder it is for her to get out of the rest of the layers. The second layer really pulls her waist in, Now for a bit of humiliation, you see how I have avoided wrapping over her breasts. I'm going to run this compression bandage above and below them, then in-between and around them”.

The diminutive blond grinned seeing the patient going red as the wrap got tighter, as she got used to her confines the bravado started to return as quickly as her cheeks reddened: “She looks like a pair of balloons about to pop”.

The escapologist glowered having trouble sucking her breath in making her breasts bounce with the short sharp pants of breath, “Make your jokes, when I get out of this your going to pay”!

Nurse Bethany recovered a bucket from a cupboard and poured a solution into it looking back at the uncomfortable package, “Oh yes just another little distraction for her”.

She educated the junior, while the package fumed impotently: “Now you see Nurse Audrey the second reason why I need the long gloves. After washing them. This extra tough wrap is dunked in the hardening solution. Its the first layer of the casting we are going to use six of these massive rolls. Now Sandra don't fight us or it will be worse for you. Once we soak the wrap in solution we start at the neck and move down, over the shoulders over the arms. You will note Nurse Audrey, I again pull the casting material over her chest to make sure her assets are on full display”.

Sandra squirmed and jiggled uncomfortably, “Agh! that's even tighter, leave my tits alone its not funny”. She was sure that she could still crack this cast and she was sure that it would be a pain in the neck to do it.

The Nurse brought even more supplies over: “Ignoring the interruptions Nurse Audrey, you will note I am leaving a grommet in the layer of casting material at the back. I am adding these fixed D rings embedded in the cast with these horizontal and vertical nylon webbing added to the layers of the cast to help dissipate the pull on them. Occasionally they are used to add supports to a cast, we are using a lot of this webbing, it makes the cast a little tougher. These layers stick down with the adhesive. There the rings are secure at her shoulders waist and neck, other subsequent layers will cover them and set. Usually I wrap the roll a half length down with each pass. Now I need the second layer of material to finish, you note how the compression bandage pulled her waist in”.

The junior nurse was just holding her smirk back: “Yes it makes her look like a bit of a bimbo, with her tits and ass thrust out”. 

The magician didn't like the direction it was going she had her suspicions about the additions: “What are you doing what's with all the metal rings attached to the cast, I don't like this”.

The senior nurse continued like it was a training film: “With her arms in place like that, her shoulders pulled back of course she looks like a caricature. Now I tuck the edges top and bottom of the torso stockinett up and down exposing her waist and neck. We do it to seal that rim in place, I am going to wrap a second layer of material. Another roll over the torso, starting in the opposite direction. starting from bottom to top creating a solid edge and making the cast even more sturdy with a lattice work of wrappings sandwiching the nylon straps between them”.

Sandra was starting to find the weight and the build up of heat to be an issue: “That's enough material, this thing must weigh thirty pounds already its hot in hear”.

The brunette ignored her begging chatter: “Stop complaining, Now we wrap the third and final layer. Sandra breath out, all the way out this is going to be as tight as possible. Nurse Audrey you have to be very hands on, adjusting pushing in the material while it sets. So that it is nice and tightly moulded around our guest, with no gaps or weaknesses. Watch Sandra carefully for any tricks, she still might have something up her sleeve”. Sandra most definitely didn't have something up her sleeve or even sleeves at this point.

She was desperate begging, “Please, let me out of this, let me out now”.

They were almost finished almost ready, only a few bits to go: “Nurse Audrey go get the director, the cast needs to sit for about five minutes to set properly, then I can apply this hardener to the outside. This is going to be about twice as tough as the plaster cast now and when it fully sets in half an hours time its going to be eight times as strong. Sandra the padded room has been rebuilt, your not going to find an edge to work on. Its circular now no corners. this padding is much thicker and every bit is far more secure. There are a few extra bits added to make you more compliant during your long stay, I wont ruin the surprise”. 

The escapologists voice sounded hollow she couldn't muster a convincing tone even if the words were still defiant, “gloat all you want, I will get out you sadist”.

The brunette turned to see her boss enter as she made the last few preperations: “Good to see you director how are you”.

The Director looked like the proverbial cat that got the cream:  “I was enjoying the views from the security camera's immensely, I thought that I would watch the last bit of this myself, perhaps get a bit hands on, your applying the hardener it gets the cast to a nice flawless glossy black doesn't it look good”.

Sandra didn't know when to stop: “When I get out of this and win our bet, you wont have anything left, mark my words”.

The tall nurse advanced on her: “This is a cork gun filled with fast setting rubberoid. Its going to fill all the gaps between your arms and your shoulders. Then its going to set, its very flexible but its also very tough, so its going to make it even harder for you to free your arms”. The junior nurse held her so she didn't get any ideas.

The escapologist tried to twist around to see what was going on, her voice was laced with fear and trepidation: “get away from me with that, no. What's going on it feels odd”?

The senior Nurse tapped her cast: “Well it dose expand a little bit as it sets, so your restraints are just that little bit tighter mores secure, Nurse Audrey get the final accessories for our little patient”.

Sandra could feel the compression it was unnerving “A bit tighter, you joke, what's in that box get it away from me”.

The blond had a large ominous black box, they could have used a cardboard one but this just looked scary like it should be filled with some nefarious instrument of doom: “This box yes?”

Bethany directed her forwards: “Now the director wanted to oversee this herself.

The escapologist was perplexed and cautious: “ok, what the hell are those”?

The Director grinned: “These are a pair of heelless ankle ballet boots, the toes end in a D ring. They prevent you from walking using your toes to grasp anything. With the D rings on the toes I could as an example put you in a lotus position. Then leave you in the middle of the padded cell and you would be stuck there unable to do anything”.

Sandra tried to back away, panic playing across her voice: “There's no need to be hasty, cant you take a joke”?

The black hired woman advanced: “Now you agreed to this don't resist. The nurses are just going to help me lace and strap your feet in those ballet boots. You cant pull your feet out of the en-point position, they are also filling the gaps with more rubberoid. Just to reduce your chances of doing anything meaningful down to absolute zero”.

The escapologist was even more worried by this development:  “Ok you have done enough, just throw me in the padded cell”.

The Director morphometrically almost had a dislocated jaw from how wide her grin was: “Don't be silly, you brought this on yourself. Now open your mouth like a good little girl for this ring gag. You have such a big fat mouth, but its still quite a struggle to get it sitting behind your teeth, relax your jaw just let it go. Now I just have to push and push a little more to get it in. There much better you cant answer back. Its coated with rubber so it wont cut into your jaw, the straps are rubber there nice and tight locked behind your head and under your chin it won't budge”.

Sandra was terrified and helpless she was certain she had bitten off more than she could chew and there was no way out, she dreaded what was to come next: “Garbled whimper”.

Mrs Grant continued like a monologuing villain: “Now you see this its a special rubber hood, I had made for you. Its a little tight so its going to take all three of us and quite a bit of stretching to get you into it. If I turn it inside out you can see on the inside this flange meets up with the ring gag and clips into place. Your tongue will be trapped under this flexible rubber tube, you will be even less communicative. Also you can't taste anything but rubber, even when we force feed you, but considering what we will be force feeding you that's more of a positive. These two tubes go up you nose and all you can do is smell rubber. These plugs go in your ears and you will be almost completely deaf. The inside is padded over your eye-sockets a little redundant, but it will make the hood more comfortable to wear in the long term. This collar will link with your cast and allow me to seal it on with a cementing compound”. The magician panicked at the thought of being encased like that cut off from the rest of the world.

Nurse Bethany inched the rubber closer: “now don't struggle Sandra, it wont do you any good. there just a little more adjustment and its in place”.

The Director was certain she would win her bet after maybe a couple of months then maybe she would let her new patient out: “I promised you complete discretion, no one can know you are hear apart from the three of us. You cant identify any one that meets you, and no one can identify you, even if they wanted to that cementing compound has set fast now. Our little wager keeps running, once your in your accommodation it starts, no option to back out while we packaged you up. Not that you can hear us but until you get out of that restraint or you verbally concede defeat. And it has to be a clear verbal agreement that you want to be released, your staying like that”. 

Sandra was in a world of rubber and darkness she was drowning in tight rubber invading every part of her senses, she was supremely disorientated: “mmmpphh”?

Nurse Audrey helped hold the patient upright: “Now we take her to the refurbished cell right?”

the Director moved carefully: “Yes give me a hand, look she has already started to drool out of the rubber hood. Give me the inflatable plug, no the extra large one. There we go I can just pump it up a little and a little more, there you are nice and tightly sealed. We are doing her a favour, just a few more pumps and she cant embarrass herself like that, well at this point we might as well pump it up to its maximum”. The nurses slowly watched the rubber around the patients cheeks bulge as if she was trying to accommodate a particularly large softball.

The nurse was surprised at the effect as they started to move there patient: “my word it looks like she is trying to swallow a beach ball. Now you see Nurse Audrey, this cell is covered in rubber padding easily washable. If I lower three cables they attach to the patients cast jacket on the d rings at the shoulders suspending her. Then these ones come from the four sides of the cell and link to her waist then we link these to cables from the floor onto her boots. A little tightening of the cables to remove all slack and there she is nice an safe suspended in the middle of this nice quiet padded room. Pass me those items we don't want her to make a mess, now lets leave the magician to her impossible escape”. They very thoroughly sealed up the last few points on the escapologist with more intrusive rubber to complete the job pumping every bit up to the limit.

Sandra was left in the dark filled with rubber stretched compressed and very unlikely to make a grand escape left to quietly mumble to herself in indignation at her treatment: “mmmmmmmmmmmpphhhhnoooommmmmmooooommmpphh”!!!!!?