The project - Jacket

For the design course at the university, The time of the final year design project was at hand. The Professor in charge Jane Jackson selected the groups at random. The five students picked for group one were Anna a petite blond, Christie a buxom brunet, Karen a tall red head, Esmay a shy mousy brown geek and Tammy a raven haired and rather Gothic character who hated her given name and went by tam. The 5 twenty year olds were glad they weren’t in a mixed group there was nothing more irritating than being hit on when they had work to do, at least that was Anna‘s opinion of the situation.

Janet began to go through a random selection of items to be designed , prototype and demonstrated by the groups. Some items were a little mundane others were not. The assignment handed to group one was a strange one, design a high security institutional straightjacket suitable for long term use.

The students looked at there assignment Anna blushed. - “well lets start a brainstorming session any idea’s?”

Christine began - “I saw an escape artist once she got out of a straight jack. It was easy the jacket was too lose. If we could add a high collar or some sort of corset effect it would be almost impossible to get out of the jacket”.

Karen expanded on this idea “why not both a collar and a corset, then we can add extra straps to make it more secure”.

Anna added “we need to cover up the laces so they cant be undone, also we need the straps to be secured , there no point in adding restraints if they are easy to undo”.

Tammy piped in, “for security lets use a new sort of ratchet strap. I’ve seen them in a design magazine. If any force is applied to the mechanism in any direction, it will result in a pull one way, it gets tighter in one direction only. If we made a straight jacket with these ratchet straps the more a patient struggles the tighter it would get”.

Esmay refined the idea, “for the main body of the jacket we could make it with several redundant layers of fastenings. Laces then a zip over them then the straps. With a little work we could use the same principle on the lacing, or a fibre that contracted when worked”.

Karen made a point “if we do this too a patient what’s to stop them screaming there head off”?

Anna thought “I‘ve seen an article in one magazine, they made this sound absorbing rubber its really flexible you can compress a very large ball of it down to fit in any crack, if we made a gag ball out of it and then added a strip over the top like a muzzle nothing a person said could be herd not even a mumble”.

Christie spoke reluctantly “are we going to add a strap down below you know a crotch strap”?

Anna chimed in “we are designing this jacket to be as secure as possible, we wont go with a single crotch strap, instead lets go with two one either side. They need to be locked tight, if you have to un-strap a patient to let them do there business it makes it less secure”.

Esmay looked at her “you mean even when they go to the loo they are strapped in?” Anna nodded. Esmay continued, “If that is the case the jacket needs a modesty panel, to cover every thing up, it could be strapped and un-strapped but a woman should have that much cover at least“.

Tammy had a sour look on her face “if your going to go into that area you might as well plan for a road trip. We could provide a pad like a dipper for the jacket it would strap on front and back and stop any spills. Better yet why not add a nice big butt plug as part of the pad you could shove it up her ass then inflate it and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything from that end”. Tammy’s attempt at sarcasm had backfired they had already added her suggestion to the design.

Anna spoke jokingly “we can add a flap at the front of the jacket, so that the patient can have there breathing and heart beat checked. without having to remove the jacket”.

Christie spoke up “that’s perverse a fondle flap”.

Tammy responded “something like that is needed, but it would weaken the design. A few extra straps in that area would strengthen it up”.

Karen made a point “you always see escape artists with there hands in front of them. It would make a jacket far more secure if you could put the persons arms behind there back, they have far less motion with there arms there”. Every one nodded.

Anna built on the principle, “If we pull the arms back as far as possible till the elbows are practically meeting. We can add a strap round the elbows to make it more secure also side loops and then lets really make them tight.”

Christie thought up something else “in all the films you see escape artists pull there hands out of the ends of the sleeves. If we add straps at the wrist and elbow it would make it really hard to pull your arm out of the sleeve”.

Anna with a little sadistic hint of enjoyment added to the idea “lets go one better, we can lace the sleeves tight from elbow to finger tip. As well as that we add the straps. Also we could turn the end of the sleeves into a padded mitten even if the jacket is not done up the persons hands are useless once inside”.

Karen thought for a second “we need to be able to feed someone in the jacket it has to be for long term use that’s correct isn’t it”.

Christine added to this idea “if we produced a hood with a hole for the mouth and nostrils we could just gag and un-gag the patient as needed”.

Anna scoffed “And theoretically what will stop the patient, taking a bite out of you when you come to feed her”?

Tammy answered. “We build a ring gag into the hood, a really large one. Then the patient has no option to resist. The muzzle is taken off, the gag ball is taken out. Then they are fed, the gag ball is replaced and so is the muzzle. The patient can’t do a single thing about it at any point”.

Anna chirped in “ok if we are going to do a hood we can put pads over the eye sockets and that sound absorbing material over the ears the woman in the jacket wont know what’s going to be done to her until its to late, she cant anticipate anything”.

Karen made a new point “none of you have thought about the feet and legs. We cant have a patient running away or kicking the staff”.

Christine had a solution, “First we add an ankle cuff, then we strap the ankle to the waist of the jacket or as close to it as possible. The patient will be forced into a kneeling position, where she cant kick cant resist. It would be easy to move her onto her back from there. She couldn’t resist even if you decided to change her butt plug to an extra large one, or tickle her feet or whatever.”.

Anna thought for a second. “we also add a toe cuff. We lock it round the big toe then pull it backwards. The strap is secured to the jacket further back. This would force the patient to spread there legs open they are accessible for any treatment or exam you need to give them. The patient’s feet would be in an endpoint position with far less movement then for over kill we add a tightly laced sheath from ankle to knee on each leg.”.

Esmay piped in “one of the geeks I know through the d n d club. Is working on a research program. Its for a new fabric, it’s a mix of Kevlar titanium fibre and synthetic spider silk. The fabric has to be cut with a welding laser. Its cutting edge, we could get some big bonus points for using high tech material. However the off cuts would be fairly small pieces so its best if we make it for the smallest member of the group”. every one looked at Anna she blushed red a quick show of hands confirmed she had been democratically volunteered to model there creation.

The five of them worked hard on there creation. Bit by bit there creation came together, the jacket ended up in a light green colour. It was almost a pastel colour, it was deceptively heavy when you picked it up. Anna was more than a little worried after she had made so many suggestions for making the jacket even more strict. She had agreed to model it but there were conditions. They wouldn‘t lace it up fully or gag her or put her arms behind her or add the leg restraints or the plug. The group assured her it had only been made for show.

When the day came for the presentation Anna gingerly prepared for the jacket. She was nervous about the whole affair now that she was moments away from being incarcerated in the jacket.

Anna striped , taking of her jacket top, her shirt and shoes. Anna removed her panty hose then her bra and knickers. The jacket was not something you could put on yourself by design. The other 4 women helped her into the jacket. 

They held the jacket out in front of her and Anna walked into it. The inside of the jacket had been covered with talcum powder to make it more comfortable against her skin. When Anna put her hands into the sleeves of the jacket. She quickly found the stiff mittens at the ends of the sleeves. Anna had to push and wiggle to get her hands into them. Once her fingers touched the tips Anna found she had almost no movement. she could barely wiggle the tips of her fingers. Her colleagues quickly tightened a set of laces running from wrist to elbow. The sleeves of the jacket became uncomfortably tight. Then zips were done up, covered over the laces. Finally thick straps were tightly buckled around her wrists and below her elbows Anna wasn’t getting out of the jacket any time soon.

Anna felt a web of straps over her chest as the jacket was put on her. The reinforcing harness that went over her chest, where the examination panel was located. Anna felt the fabric it was different softer over her chest her nipples it chafed less. Her colleagues pulled the jacket round Anna, she took the full weight, it was far heavier than she thought it would be.

Very quickly Her colleagues laced her into the garment. It was far smaller than she had thought. Anna had tried a corset on once, this was far worse. The jacket forced her to tilt her head back and arch her spine putting her body into an s curve. The jacket clinched in her waist, to create a hourglass figure. Anna’s ass was pushed out and her breasts pushed forwards. With every pull on the laces her breasts were forced deeper between the harness of straps. Anna’s shoulders were wrenched back and hurt a little, the effect made her breasts look bigger. There was still a gap at the back of the garment. Anna was sure that Her colleagues had agree to stop at this point but they didn’t. Four pairs of hands tugging on the laces soon had the gap closing, soon her colleagues had it closed. Anna found her head spinning ,she was panting for breath. Finally the laces were closed and tied off. Then a large heavy zipper was pulled down over the laces, from the high back of the posture collar to just above Anna’s round ass. Her colleagues didn’t slow down four pairs of hands set to work on the straps. The straps were not just for show they added considerably to the tightness of the jacket. Anna tried to voice her complaint about the tightness of the jacket but didn’t get the opportunity.

The hood was pulled over her head. Anna was really scared her colleagues  had promised not to do that to her. Unseen hands pushed the ring gag into her mouth it was coated with rubber so it wouldn’t cut into her jaw. The ring was very large Anna opened her jaw to its maximum , scared to resist. But the ring wouldn’t fit. Two sets of hands pushed and pulled till finally the ring gag was in place. It was a real jaw breaker Anna thought that even if she had her hands free she wouldn’t be able to pull the Ring out. The hood was pulled tight, there were holes for her nostrils but nothing else. There were pads for her eye sockets and patches of the sound absorbing rubber over her ears. There were laces on the back of the hood. It quickly became skin tight, a zip went over the laces. One of her colleagues picked up Anna’s silky knickers and then pushed them threw the ring. Anna tried to push them out with her tong, once she realised what they were. However she wasn’t going to have any luck. Two of her colleagues held her arms a third held her head. A fourth picked up the largest gag ball that they could make and forced it through the ring gag. Even with the size of the ring it took her colleague  a minute to push the flexible rubber ball into its new home. A thick muzzle went over the front of the hood it went from under her chin to just below her lips. It was secured very tightly by four straps. Pushing the gag ball further into place. Anna’s cheeks bulged every crevice of her mouth was full. Her four colleagues took turns spanking her across her naked ass she couldn’t even make a whimper, despite there best efforts. 

Her colleagues then went back to work on the straps on the back of the jacket. Every single one was mercilessly tightened. Then they applied the duel crotch strap. The two straps started at Anna’s hips framed where her thighs met her crotch and then reappeared behind her framing her well spanked ass.  Her colleagues weren’t quite happy with this, they tugged and pulled until both straps were so tight that Anna’s flesh bulged on either side of the straps giving her a sexy bubble butt. 

Next her colleagues worked on her arms, Anna felt her hands pulled behind her back then crossed, she realised her position was about to get far worse. The two straps on the end of the sleeves were fed through side loops on the jacket then buckled in front of her below her breasts. Her colleagues worked in two teams, two of them pulled on the strap in front while the other two pushed Anna’s elbows closer and closer together. Anna was flexible she had done gymnastics for a long time but this was really severe. Soon the four of them couldn’t get any more movement in Anna’s arms they wrapped a strap round her arms just above her elbows and pulled it tight. Then they tightened the side loops trapping her wrists in them. The strap securing her arms together in front of Anna was closed shut. finally with nothing else on the main body or the hood of the jacket to tighten or clinch her colleagues moved further down.

Anna was gently pushed down and bent over a table.  A rubber gloved hand began to apply lube to her ass. Anna had thought her colleagues were joking about using the inflating plug and dipper pad but they were not. Soon the tip of the plug was resting against Anna’s well spanked ass. Two of her colleagues held her down while the other two pushed the plug home. It was large and fat, however with plenty of lube and plenty of force it soon began to disappear between Anna’s quivering butt cheeks. Now  Anna tried to struggle to resist but the jacket did its job well, she had no option but to cooperate. Well past Anna’s comfortable limit the plug continued to slide home. Finally it was a relief to Anna when the base of the plug touched her ass. Then Anna realised it was an inflatable plug. A lot of inflating later and the pump was disconnected from the plug. It would be a lot of effort to get the plug out. The corners of the dipper pad were sealed around Anna’s crotch, pushing the plug further in, she had the modesty flap put in place then secured shut. 

Next her colleagues forced Anna to her knees. Thick cuffs were secured round her ankles. Straps were fed from the waist of the jacket to her ankles then they were tightened. Soon Anna found her ankles welded to her ass, Anna was stuck on her knees. The position of the cuffs forced her legs slightly apart. The toe cuffs were added and her feet were bent back into an en point position. The anchor points on the belt forced her to draw her thighs open. Anna was trapped in a knelling position her legs spread into a v shape. The bindings on Anna’s ankles and toes were pulled tighter forcing her to spread her knees wider. Sheaths were fitted over Anna’s doubled over legs they were laced tight then zips pulled closed over the laces. Finally thick straps were applied below the knee and at the thigh they were tightened until the flesh bulged either side, she wasn’t going anywhere.

It dawned on Anna just how helpless she was. She couldn’t see or hear, she couldn’t move her head more that a fraction of an inch. Anna’s arms were helplessly welded behind her back she was losing sensation in them soon it would be as if they didn’t even exist. The horrible plug filled her up and made her stomach cramp combined with the pressure from the corset she had no relief from the sensation. What really worried Anna even more than the tight restraint was on some level she was actually enjoying it being so thoroughly bound. Anna concentrated on one sensation the gag in her mouth she could taste rubber and silk and herself her panties were pressed to her tongue with no way to remove them. Her legs were immobile she couldn’t get even a half inch movement out of her legs maybe an inch of play but nothing more she was like a manikin a display model for the groups presentation. 

Anna was left alone for a few minutes. Then she felt a hand on her chest, the zipper was undone. A woman’s hand reached down and pealed back the fabric. The hand caressed her breast then grabbed hold of a central strap and slowly pulled. The web of straps around Anna’s breasts began to get tighter. It constricted like a collar around the base of each breasts. There was nothing Anna could do to stop the assault she didn’t know how to react, she was starting to enjoy the sensation. When her breasts were bulging like two ripe melons her colleague stopped tightening the strap. The hands began to massage her nipples till they were hard. Then as Anna was beginning to become aroused, two nipple clamps were applied to her tender buds. She found her growing arousal squashed she couldn’t do a thing about the clamps. The woman gave the web of straps another tug tightening it a fraction more then repackaged Anna’s poor breasts.

One of her colleagues brought out a box of small square titanium padlocks. The buckles on the straps on the back of the hood and the zip over the laces were locked shut. The straps down the back of the jacket were locked shut. The crotch straps were locked shut. The wrist and elbow straps were locked shut the elbow strap and the side straps were locked shut. Finally the straps on the ankles and toes and on the leg binders were locked shut. It took Anna some time to work out what was going on but it wasn’t as if she could do anything about it. 

Her colleagues moved Anna onto some kind of trolley she was wheeled into a large hall where all of the final year design projects were being displayed. Anna was handled like a mannequin. She was transferred from the Trolley onto a display table. A metal pole was built into the table. Anna was lined up against the metal pole straps went round her neck and her waist to hold her secure for the purposes of the presentation. She was now acutely aware that the entire design class was now looking at her completely oblivious to the details of her enforced predicament. The professor Jane Jackson looked Anna over closely she poked and prodded every part of the jacket testing it to see how secure it was. There was the presentation unbeknown to Anna They got a lot of credit for there effort and would get very good grades. At the end of the presentations The whole design class wondered about looking at each others work , some people did more than look. Anna was not sure if she would be released at the end of the day there was talk of making it into an exhibition, Anna wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be released yet. 

The project -  Part 2 

Christie knew she was in hell, her body was contorted into such an uncomfortable position her arms pulled tightly behind her. A hi tech indestructible material encased almost every inch of her body in a merciless paralysing grip. Christie’s muscles spasmed she had no release, no hope. Her eyes were blind folded her ears muffled her mouth gagged. The gag would not be removed any time soon, she was force fed by an automated machine through a small hole in the gag. she would be forced to swallow or choke, her stomach twisting in knots as this happened. Her breasts were tormented by there confinement. A giant plug filled her asshole, it delivered high volume enemas. A tight mechanical strap over her waist would tighten squeezing the water out of her, she had no hope of escape. She had not slept in days she had no measure of time trapped next to three of her friends and there teacher. Each one trapped in an equally tight and uncomfortable position restraints tightly moulding to there every curve. Christie thought back to how she ended up in this position.

Christie had been visiting her friend Anna. At least at that time Christie thought of Anna as a friend. She had played a few jokes on Anna sure but it was all harmless. She had kept in touch with Anna after she had left college. Christie had tried to keep in touch with every one even her professor Jane Jackson, but then she had stopped writing. Christie had slowly lost contact with more and more friends. A month after Jane fell silent Karen disappeared of the map not returning her calls or emails. Two weeks after that Esmay had stopped keeping in touch not even giving Christie a text message good bye. Then three weeks after that Tammy who lived locally to Christie had stopped meeting her. Christie had enjoyed the prospect of talking to Anna when she was invited to see her, maybe reliving some of there times together. Her visit would be part social part business she hoped to sell some office supplies to Anna. As Anna worked at a company called at med tech and was apparently in charge of such things for her department.

The front lobby of the building was recently redone, it had a mahogany reception desk plush chairs fancy looking lights. Christie looked around the place this company had some money to spend. A small polite little man sat behind the security desk. He beckoned for Christie to take a seat while he buzzed Anna. Christie was a buxom brunet she had dressed in a tight crisp white shirt that was tailored to cling to he ample chest. Her hair was done up in a stylish knot held in place with a clip. She wore a charcoal gray business jacket black stockings with 3 and a half inch strap on heels and a tight short charcoal gray skirt that clung to her legs. Anna arrived in the lift and Christie sat up shifting her case, as a sales woman she had brought a sample case of office materials and furniture brochure with her. Anna was a petite blond she had a decent figure which was under a tight white lab coat white stockings and 2 ½ inch heels peaked out beneath the lab coat. The two of them hugged and exchanged pleasantries. Anna indicated the visitors book and requested Christie sign it. Without thinking Christie signed the book. Anna pointed to the elevator and told Christie Which floor. As soon as Christie turned her back Anna picked up the visitors book. She removed a page from under the page that Christie had signed. The woman had just been tricked to putting her signature to something.

Christie arrived at the floor with Anna’s department, everything was done out in magnolia the ceiling tiles the carpet the walls even the seats and tables. Anna arrived a few seconds later she showed Christie to her office, it was a corner office. There were tables full of paper work and boxes with folders on every surface covered with numbers that Christie had no hope of understanding. Anna when to her desk picked up her phone and said requested an assistant. Half a minute later a woman walked in with a drinks tray. Anna picked up a cup of tea while she offered Christie a cup of coffee. Christie drank the coffee it tasted a little odd a little too bitter she felt a little faint. Anna asked her about her job what it was like her company where they were based and her career what her five year plan was she tried to answer Anna‘s questions as best she could.

Anna turned to Christie “you have told me so much about your life and your career I think its easier to express my accomplishments a different way let me show you one of my latest projects.” Anna lead Christie out of her office and down a corridor down a side corridor they came to a security door. Anna swiped her access card against the reader and the door opened. Both women stepped inside and the door closed. Anna beckoned Christie forwards “I have my own materials lab” Anna showed Christie a door . Inside were strange machines some looked like heavy machinery one even looked like a loom . Christie noticed something inside the materials lab. Draped over a table was a new jacket built like the design from there final year project. Christie walked over to the jacket and looked at it. It was far more strict than the one that they had build so long ago wonder woman couldn‘t escape it. Anna locked at Christie “I even found a use for this old design let me show you.” Anna beckoned to a side room, a security door opened and Christie looked inside.

There were Five stands set up in a line four of them were occupied the one on the far right was not. Christie guessed the occupants of the 4 high security straight jackets attached to the stands were Jane Jackson , Karen , Esmay and Tammy.  The occupants of the stands had various tubes connected to them, to see to all there needs. One stand stood vacant a small name plate indicated that this one was for Christie, she gulped deeply. 3 assistants walk into the room, Anna smiled she showed Christie the release form she signed. Christie went week at the knees her 5 year plan according to the release was going to be five years in the testing lab with the option of extending it another 5 years At Anna‘s discretion. Anna smiled “this is for the month the five of you kept me in the original jacket, and for everything you made me do it wasn’t funny”.

Christie felt dizzy she realised the drink was spiked. Christie put up little resistance as she was striped, the assistants pulling of her jacket top, her shirt and shoes. Anna removed her panty hose then her bra and knickers. The jacket was not something you could put on yourself by design. The other 4 women would be required to force Christie into the jacket. Her anxiety was building she was moments away from being incarcerated in the new jacket. The other 4 women moved forwards smiling as they helped her into the jackets malevolent embrace.

The inside of the jacket had been covered with a powder to make it more interesting against her skin. A concentrated mix of itching powder would ensure each inch of Christie’s skin would burn. When Christie put her hands into the sleeves of the jacket. She quickly found the mittens at the ends of the sleeves had been made far stiffer. There was a sheath for each finger built into them. Christie had to push and wiggle to get her hands into them, after receiving a little encouragement to co operate. Once her fingers touched the tips of the mittens Anna inserted an Allan key into a slot on each mitten and tightened it. Christie felt like each of her digits was locked in place by a contraption like pair of thumbscrews. A scream of protest and fear escaped Christie’s lips. Anna and her assistants quickly tightened the first set of laces running from wrist to elbow. The sleeves of the jacket became uncomfortably tight. Then zips were done up, they covered over the first set of laces. Slowly a second set of laces running from wrist to elbow over the first was tightened these painfully crushed Christie’s arms. The sleeves of the jacket became agonisingly tight. Then zips were done up, covering the 2nd set of laces. Thick heavy reinforced straps were tightly buckled around Christie’s wrists and below her elbows the bindings were so tight they practically squeezed her arms to jelly.

Christie felt a complex web of thick straps over her chest, the straps had studs on the inside, which pushed into her delicate flesh as the jacket was pulled tighter. Christie felt the fabric it was coarse rough like sand paper over her chest especially her nipples it chafed a lot. The four women pulled the jacket round Christie, she took the full weight of the jacket it was far heavier than she original there was a lot of boning. Very quickly with a practiced ease they laced her into the garment. It was far tighter than the original the tightness of the material around her felt like it would bend or break bones. Christie had heard of a wasp waist corset before she was now going to experience its full effect. The jacket forced her to tilt her head back until it felt it would snap. The built in posture collar was thick and unyielding her neck felt like it was in a vice. Christie was made to arch her spine dramatically putting her body into an extreme s curve position. The jacket clinched in her waist, to create a sexy wasp waist an impossibly small one. Christie’s ass was pushed out and her breasts pushed forwards. With every pull on the laces her breasts were forced deeper between the uncomfortable harness of straps. 

Christie’s shoulders were wrenched back and it was agony. There was still a small gap at the back of the jacket, but soon Anna and her colleagues had it closed. Christie found her head spinning , her lungs burning she was panting for breath. Finally the laces were closed and tied off in a knot, then the knot was sealed with super glue. A large heavy zipper was pulled down from the back of the extreme posture collar to just above Christie’s round bubble ass, over the laces erasing any sign that they existed. Four pairs of hands set to work on the steel straps at the back of the garment. The straps were not just for show they added considerably to the tightness of the jacket and were tightened by ratchets. Christie tried to voice a scream of pain, to try to resist in any way even verbally but she could barely get enough air to breath let alone protest.

Before she could react the hood was pulled over her head, Christie was dropped into darkness. Unseen hands pushed a ring gag into her mouth, they needed to use a large jaw spreader to get her mouth open that far. The ring was very very large and very uncomfortable. It felt like her jaw was being dislocated.  Christie knew that even if she had her hands free she wouldn’t be able to pull the Ring out. The hood was pulled home, there were holes for her nostrils. They had pugs on them that fitted in her nostrils. But the nasal plugs were narrow further limiting her breathing. There were moulded pads for her eye sockets keeping her in darkness. There were patches of sound absorbing rubber over her ears they were larger than on the first hood and aggressively assaulted her face. There were laces on the back of the hood. It quickly became beyond skin tight trying to crush her poor skull, a zip went over the laces. 

Two of Anna’s colleagues held Christie up as a third held her head. Anna used a large pair of grips to force the largest gag ball that they could make through the ring gag. The inside of the ball was filled with concentrated hot sauce that would slowly leach out. Even with the size of the ring gag it took them 1 minutes to push the flexible rubber ball home and line up the feeding hole precisely. A thick muzzle went over the front of the hood it went from under Christie’s chin to just below her lips. It’s surface was only broken by a small feeding hole. It was secured very tightly by six straps. Pushing the gag ball further into place. Christie’s cheeks bulged every crevice of her mouth was full. Anna and her 3 colleagues took turns with a tazer and a cane on Christie’s naked ass She couldn’t even make a single whimper, despite there best efforts. 

Anna and her colleagues then went back to work on the straps on the back of the jacket. Every single one was mercilessly tightened with a wrench. Then they applied the duel reinforced crotch strap. The two straps started fairly wide then narrowed at Christie’s hips framing where her thighs met her crotch and then reappeared behind her framing her well canned ass.  Anna wasn’t quite happy with this, She tugged and pulled until both straps were so tight that Christie’s flesh bulged on either side of the straps giving her a ridiculous sexy bubble butt. 

Christie felt her hands pulled behind her back then twisted sharply pulled upwards. The two mittens first left then right were pushed through straps at the back of the posture collar witch were the tightly secured. Ensuring that Christie could not move her arms one bit. Straps were connected just above Christie’s elbows. Anna and her colleagues worked in two teams, two of them pulled on the straps above Christie’s elbows while the other two pushed Christie’s elbows closer and closer together. Christie was reasonably flexible but this severity was beyond anything she had previously experienced. Soon the four of them couldn’t get any more movement in Christie’s arms. They wrapped a steel strap round her arms just above her elbows and ratcheted it tight, Christie’s elbows were welded together. Two more reinforcing straps were wound round Christie’s torso through loops in the sleeves ensuring her arms remained in the inescapable agonizing reverse prayer position the straps as taught as a steel cable and just as strong. Christie was pushed face down over some sort of table and held in place.  

Christie tried to struggle to resist but her muscles were useless after the drugged coffee and the bone crushing restraints. Two rubber covered hands began to simultaneously massage Christie’s rear passage with lots of lubricant preparing it for the plug. The plug felt like a fire hydrant Christie soon recalculated it made Christie think of a sky scraper - pushed home past quivering butt cheeks. The plug was at least twice as thick as the original and slightly longer, it had large inflatable channels every inch. The plug had several special features that Christie would soon be experiencing. Christie guessed what was coming, she wasn’t going to like it one bit and she had no way of stopping it. 

Christie felt the tip of the plug in her ass, it was a behemoth. The plug was pushed, Christie felt the tip of the plug drill deeper into her ass. Inch by inch the plug disappeared, inch by inch Christie was stretched. Christie felt the channels tickling her as the plug was twisted from side to side, she felt shame as it stimulated her. The plug only a quarter of the way in was enormous, from Christie’s perspective Anna seemed to be trying to set some sort of record. Then after much twisting finally they had the plug all the way home. Anna put a lever in the base of the plug. She worked the leaver quickly backwards and forwards, a gear mechanism inside the plug deployed about two dozen blunt rubber spikes into the side of Christie’s rectum. It was incredibly uncomfortable and completely unavoidable. The plug was locked in place. One of Anna’s colleagues attached a pump to the plug. Anna worked the foot pump soon the body of the plug was a lot larger and Christie was far worse off. The corners of the dipper pad were sealed around Christie’s crotch, pushing the plug further in, the pump was disconnected. 

Christie was pushed to her knees. Very Thick cuffs were secured round her ankles, they were designed to stop her bending her feet from an enpoint position. Straps were fed from the waist of the jacket to her ankles then they were tightened. Her ankles were welded to her ass. Toe cuffs were added to Christie’s big toes then to every other toe. Christie feet were bent back into an agonising beyond en point position, a sexy impossible arch. The anchor points on the belt forced Christie to draw her thighs open spread into a v shape. The bindings on Christie’s ankles and toes were tighter on the new jacket she was almost trying to do the splits her knees were so wide. Tight Sheaths were fitted over Christie’s doubled over legs they were laced shut then zips were pulled closed over the laces. They were smaller that the first set of sheathes and brutally paralysingly tight. Finally thick straps were applied below the knee midpoint on the leg and at the thigh they were tightened until the flesh bulged impossibly either side, Christie wasn’t going anywhere.

Christie felt a hand on her chest, the zipper was undone. A woman’s hand reached down and pealed back the fabric. The hand pinched her breast then grabbed hold of a central strap and roughly pulled. The web of straps around Christie’s breasts began to get tighter. The strap constricted like a collar around the base of each breasts. There was nothing Christie could do to stop the assault her breasts bulged like two ripe melons imprisoned in the web of rough straps. Two screw thread nipple clamps were applied to her tender buds and mercilessly tightened, then they repackaged Christie’s poor bulging breasts. A box of small titanium padlocks was opened. The buckles on the straps on the back of the hood and the zip over the laces were locked shut. The straps down the back of the jacket were locked shut. The crotch straps were locked shut. The wrist and elbow straps were locked shut the elbow strap and the side straps were locked shut. Finally the straps on the ankles and toes and on the leg binders were locked shut. 

They strapped Christie  to a vertical rigid stand to hold her in place. Anna and her colleagues set about securing Christie even more firmly in place.  The tightness of the leg bindings was  tested as rotating tickling brushes were positioned over each toe and the soles of Christie’s feet they were clamped in place. The plug buried inside her was connected to an automated enema machine it had large reservoirs including caster oil , coffee,  and ginger paste. It was connected to the butt plug it would fill Christie up with endless cycles of hot soapy water and other little surprises. A heavy constrictor belt was placed over the jacket Round Christie’s wasp waist it would be employed to help empty her out after an enema cycle. A force feeding tube was attached to her gag the  tube in the gag could feed her with a mixture of protean, Castor Oil,  Then clean her mouth out with soapy water and repeat. Christie was catheterised, poor Christie guessed she was a permanent addition to Anna‘s collection for her continued experimentation and amusement, she should have been far nicer to Anna at college.