Committed – Chapter Eleven
With her wrists secured and the heavy braces preventing Suzy from kicking the nurses soon had the bra in place and locked. Suzy took a deep breath. The bra was tight around her rib cage, almost too tight to breath. Even in the few seconds she had been wearing it she could feel the rubber warming.
While they had her in the right position, the nurses pulled a plain white T-shirt over Suzy’s head and tucked it into the waist band of her skirt.
“I almost forgot these,” said Nurse Gilbert as she picked up two heavily padded from bed. Tossing one to Nurse Ross, each took one of Suzy’s hands and slipped it into the restraint mitten making sure that each finger found its proper slot before closing and locking the wrist strap.
Noting that the bag was almost empty, Nurse Ross picked up a syringe that she had placed on the night table and pushing the needle through a fitting at the base of the bag, injected its contents into the remaining fluid. It took only a mouthful or two before Suzy detected the change of taste.
“I want you to know that you are swallowing the medication that is going to make you keep wetting your diapers all day. This is such a wonderful device. You must drink anything I put in it. You just have to keep drinking. I am sure that we will have other nice things for you during the day. If you continue to be good, I’ll remove the mouth piece for you in a little while. Now, the rules of the day are as follows, as you will find out in a moment, there is very little that you cam do for yourself.” As Nurse Ross was speaking, Nurse Gilbert had released the waist belt and replaced it with one that had clips over each hip. Taking Suzy’s captive hands, she attached each to the clip on the waist belt immobilizing them at each side of her waist.
Nurse Ross continued, “You are going to have to depend totally on the staff for everything and I mean everything. Without arms or hands for example, with the leg braces in place you can not get up by yourself or sit down if standing. Once you are off your feet you will find that you will be confined to that spot as surely as if you were chained to it. Because you have to depend upon our willingness to assist you I recommend that when you get the use of your tongue back, that you be a nice sweet little girl. If you are not, nobody will do anything to help you. You are going to have to make them want to assist. Now I am going to disconnect the feeding tube and we will help you to your feet.” As they were getting the stiff legged Suzy to her feet, she was told that the room would be off limits without a nurse present and that she would have to stay in the common areas of the ward.
Once on her feet Suzy found that the diapers forced her to keep her legs wide spread and to walk, since the braces allowed her knees to bend only a few degrees, she had to swing her whole leg from the hip.
When she first tried this it proved to be extremely difficult as she was being denied the use of her arms for balance. There was another insult that made itself known as soon as she tried to move. The thing that Dr. Andrews had put inside her seemed to vibrate and try to move up further with every step. If she closed her eyes she could imagine it was a male organ, thrusting toward her womb. But there was none of the other sensations. She didn’t feel full, distended like she did when she was having sex. And the cage they had put over her vulva prevented anything from rubbing her clitoris. The egg-shaped thing just made her hungry for more stimulation and very painfully aware that there was none to be had. She was going to be kept in an excited frustrated state until somebody took pity on her and removed it. As Suzy shuffled to the door of the room, she felt pee escape her into the diaper again. Was this the result of the medication from last night or the start of the dose she had just been given? It was going to be a long day. And, she thought, I had to ask for this! It was, perhaps, only 40 steps down the hall from Suzy’s room to the common room but for the poor girl, strapped and confined and deliberately made uncomfortable, it seemed like a mile.
She kept close to the wall in case she lost her balance. She was very aware that she didn’t have the use of her hands to protect her if she fell and she was scared of hurting herself.
Suzy knew the two nurses had stepped into the hall to watch her painful journey but she didn’t care. She just wanted to be away from them so the couldn’t do anything else to her.
Each step required a major effort, rotate the hips lift the leg made heavy by the metal brace, swing it forward, shift the weight to it and then repeat with the other side. She pulled at her bound hands constantly, frustrated by the fact she couldn’t use them to help herself.
She was panting into the gag, cursing it for not letting her breathe normally. Saliva drooled down her chin and onto her shirt but she didn’t care she had greater discomforts to keep her attention focused.
The device lodged in her vagina seemed to have a mind of its own.
Every time she moved her hips it seemed to try to dig its way deeper inside her. Unfortunately all it managed to do was titillate her a little and pull the cage over her vulva tighter. That seemed to remind her of all the things she couldn’t feel, like the fullness of having a penis or vibrator in her and the fact that nothing was touching her clitoris. She bit down on the gag in maddened rage.
Much as she wanted to ignore the stimulation she just couldn’t. It turned heron just a little and made her ever so hungry for more.
Her physical exertions caused her rubber pants and bra to trap her body heat. She could already feel sweat forming in the thick cups that covered her nipples and if her diapers weren’t getting doused with pee every few seconds she was sure she would feel perspiration there too. What she dreaded the most was the itching that was sure to develop before anyone would let her out of the cruel rubber bra. The only cool place on her body was the soles of her feet who welcomed the cold tiles of the corridor.
Finally she reached the door of the common room. She was exhausted and despite the air conditioning her face was streaming with sweat and it joined the drool on her shirt, leaving big dark patches that turned the fabric almost transparent and showed the rubber bra on duty underneath.
There was an empty chair near the door and after four steps that drained her energy she got herself into position and flopped into it.
For a few seconds she let her head fall back, closed her eyes and listened to her labored breathing through the gag. She hated what they had done to her. It was not like in her fantasy. Her diapers were already soaked and she knew it was too soon for a change.
Something brushed her foot.
She opened her eyes to see Jodi in a wheelchair. A restraint vest held her snugly in place and one glance at the woman’s stained and bulging crotch told Suzy that Jodi was being punished for something.
“Looks like they got you good!” Jodi said softly. Then she looked down at her swollen hips, “Me too.” Before Jodi could say anything else, Nurse Ross appeared beside her.
“That was quite the show, my girl. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.” She bent down and began to release the mouth piece and its shield.
“Since you’ll be asking for something to drink quite often today, I think it’s best that we take this out.” Just before the nurse pulled the gag out of Suzy’s mouth she gave the girl a stern look.
“You’ll have your voice back, Suzy. Just remember to use it, not abuse it.” Suzy nodded and an instant later her mouth was empty. Suddenly she was aware of a the worst thirst she had ever known.
“Thank you, nurse.” she said in a soft, hoarse voice.
“Could I please have something to drink?” Nurse Ross smiled and put her hands on her hips.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. Why do you want it?” Suzy thought of more that a few sharp replies but instead she just said, “because I need to wet my diapers.” The nurse took a long time to answer. She knew that Suzy’s thirst would grow into a torment.
“I suppose I will, this time,” she said slowly, “but next time I may ask a favor in return.” Before Suzy could ask what she meant by a ‘favor’ the nurse was gone.
“Be careful of owing Nurse Ross favors,” Jodi whispered, “she tends to want to collect them when you least want to cooperate.” The nurse came back with an IV stand from which hung a pregnant bag of clear fluid and a long clear tube. Suzy sighed, there must be at least 4 quarts of fluid there. The nurse made her open her mouth so she could insert the end of the tube. Then she turned a valve just under the bag and suddenly Suzy’s mouth was flooding with water that had a chemical taste.
Seeing the look of panic on Suzy’s face, Jodi advised, “bite down on the tube to stop the flow.”
“That’s right, dear.” Nurse Ross said condescendingly.
“And do keep your legs closed. Everyone can see right up your skirt.” Suzy stared down as the nurse padded down the hallway. She was right, the skirt parted when she sat, exposing her bulging rubber pants and showing the wet diaper underneath. She could even study the arrangement of leather cuffs and straps that held the leg braces in place. She tried to close her legs, it was just too embarrassing to wear a skirt and have your legs open, but she could only manage to move her legs an inch or two.
Seeing her distress, Jodi reached over and helped her. They did manage to get her legs a little closer together but now the pressure of her thighs against the rubber bulge of her diaper was almost intolerable. Suzy grunted her discomfort.
“I know,” Jodi said quietly, “but if you don’t try they’ll use that as an excuse to continue your punishment.” It seemed to take a long time but finally the bag was empty. Suzy felt bloated and the pressure from her tummy was painful. She had to stand up.
A nurse was passing by.
“Please,” Suzy pleaded, “could you help me up?” The nurse stopped and looked down at her.
“Up and down. Up and down.
I’m tired of it. Give me one good reason why I should help you.”
“Because I’m asking nicely and I’m very sorry to disturb you.” The nurse bent down and hauled Suzy to her feet.
“Ok, this time, but I don’t want to have to help you again before lunch. You are to stay on your feet. If I find you sitting down again I’ll lock your braces so you’ll not be able to get up all afternoon.” Suzy stood on shaky legs and used Jodi’s chair as a support. Standing made her tummy feel better but suddenly her bladder screamed out its need for release. Resigned to her fate Suzy tried, but the more she thought about relieving herself while standing up the more she felt her muscles tighten. When she had been a little girl she had often wet her panties while standing and her mother had spanked her for it.
Now, despite the thick diapers, the restraints and the nurse’s warning she just couldn’t bring herself to release her water.
Worse yet, the more she teetered and was forced to use her hips to steady herself, the more the strange thing in her vagina moved around, tantalizing her with just enough stimulation to get her interest but never enough to bring satisfaction.
The End of Committed – Chapter Eleven.
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