Sectioning Sarah, leaving Louise · Part 2 (2/2)
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is IS the room where the strait-jacket was” she said, “Just the one it was, in here… ” and she opened the locker.
There it was and she paused, looking strangely at it. “But I’m sure it was in the room where you found me downstairs. This is bizarre” Louise picked it up, seeing the straps hanging there, just the way she’d seen them before. “Want to try it?” she asked and I stared. “Don’t look at me like that,” she chuckled, “I bet you do… but I promise to let you go, yes?” and I nodded. She smiled and held it out so I could slip my arms into the sleeves. Once in the rest went over my head and pulled down to my backside. She tugged the straps tight and I shuddered briefly as ‘that’ feeling came again. Louise jumped a bit and I guessed something was obviously bothering her.
“What?” I said quickly, hoping that what I’d done would not see the return of our ghostly captors. She paused, with the bottom strap about to pull it under my ass. “No, this isn’t the time Sarah,” she said undoing the bindings, allowing me out. “Thanks,” I replied and we shared a kiss. “But I know how you felt inside there. I saw you with them. Like I suppose you saw me on the bed, all tied down and everything”
Louise said she had, but there was something in her voice that amused me. “Did the sight of me helpless turn you on?” I asked and there was a long incriminating pause as she turned her head away.
“Yes, it did. I got… well… a bit damp” and I said nothing else but took her hand. She obviously didn’t know she’d been on the bed too. But maybe asleep and not known about the bindings and she’d been freed before waking up. All she’d seen of them were the straps hanging underneath.
Leaving that room we went down to mine and I said this was where I’d been ‘caught’ I fully expected, like the mystery of the jacket to see the bed in there, with no marks on the floor or anything else, as if nobody had been through the doorway.
There it was, just as I thought as we entered. Louise looked at me… and me to her. “Your turn Lou, go on!” I grinned and saw her flushing SO red. The hairs on my neck crawled for a minute as she peered at the myriad of leather straps, lifting one, feeling the weight. She smiled while removing her clothes. “What I did was shift those bits aside,” I said, doing that, allowing Miss Jackson to hop on. She wriggled her ass to the middle then lay back. “Then what?”
“I’ll demonstrate for you”
She flinched when the straps were laid over her ankles, more as I rested the knees, thighs and her stomach. “Keep going honey. I want to feel exactly what you went through” she whispered as I put the chest ones on top of her now definitely excited torso. “Everything?” I questioned and she nodded. I gave her a kiss and promised to do that. Then told her what I’d done next.
“I started touching myself, imagining the delicious feelings of being… helplessly strapped down” I murmured, watching the hand slip inside herself. She closed both her eyes and smiled, those nimble fingers of hers beginning to massage a very excited clit. I ran a nail up and down her thigh, managing not to jump as I then ‘heard’ the voice… that certainly was not hers.
“Start with her ankles Sarah… the way we did yours”
I shuddered and slowly, making sure Louise’ eyes were still closed, gently touched the left strap. “Oh yes… it feels good… I want to be… strapped down like you were. Do it please Sarah” she sighed as I carefully pulled the tab through the buckle, leaving enough slack so the limited movement would make her believe they were still loose. Doing the same for the other as the girl began to tremble, her fingers really moving now. Louise never noticed as knees and thighs were secured and as her orgasm approached I had the stomach and chest done as well.
My fingers went roaming over her, mouth going onto a nipple, the tongue flicking it harder and she began to strain against the ‘imaginary’ straps. Her arms and legs thrashing as Louise erupted into paradise as I kept working her hot body. Screams began echoing round the room, “Never let me go!” she begged and I smiled as the girl repeated this before fading away. I jumped, feeling hands landing on my shoulders, patting me in a ‘well done’ kind of way once she’d passed out. There was no gag but I did her wrists and elbows loosely but left the head strap then waited for the inevitable explosion… of terror?
It took her thirty minutes to come round and I’d made use of those too. Listening to the voices’ instructions on what to do next. In the room adjacent to hers I found what had appeared from nowhere. A nurse uniform, just like theirs’ and a perfect fit, if a little on the skimpy side. I even had a name badge with ‘Trainee’ as my rank, pinned to the front. No shoes so I used my heels, looking in the old mirror to check myself, that delightful fringe poking out from under the little hat. A dewy-eyed nurse always got the male patients turned on. I guessed Louise, who went both ways might feel the same. I returned to the room, got her cleaned with a damp towel and moments later her eyes opened, squinting at the sight.
“Ah hello Miss Jackson,” I said formally, “So good that you came,” I said and she stared for a moment. “Nice frock! Women in uniform… oh wow. Does it every time for me. Where the heck did that… ” she began with a grin then looked up at me, her smile fading as she tried flexing her limbs. “Sarah, why have you… ” Her fingers fluttered as she began tugging at the bonds. Head moving as she looked down over her body, realising that she REALLY was secured.
“It’s all right… Louise, you’re safe now honey. You asked me to strap you down, you wanted to feel how I’d felt” I said softly, ignoring her spluttering while beginning to tighten the bindings a bit, slipping the loose ends into the loops and making it neat. “All safe and sound. You’re going to be fine my dear” I said rubbing her torso, her eyes widening as it struck home what I was implying.
“Sarah Boradin, you cow, LET ME GO THIS MINUTE!” she bellowed in reply and I managed not to jump as her voice assaulted my hearing. I saw the gag materialise on a hook under the bed… but cruelly I wanted her to be able to react to what I told her. A cloth slid into my left hand and I wiped Louise’ fevered brow.
“Hush now my dear, no need to get stressed, I’ll free you in a moment. But I guess you need to hear the explanation of what has occurred… and what is next to happen… to you in this place.”
“Next thing is I’m gonna thrash your arse girlie!” she stormed as I began fingering the head strap. “Be nice to me please Miss Jackson or this goes on. You listen carefully” I replied, the look on my face making her freeze.
I never thought I could see a pair of eyes go that wide as I told Louise that it was all James Goodman’s doing. The way he too had been ‘captured’ by the ghosts here. But somehow he’d managed to convince them he could bring new… interesting people to the asylum to satisfy their needs. “WHAT!” she squealed, now realising the reason for his three months absence from University. It’d been a surprise to find him back from nowhere with this party all planned. “You mean this thing is all down to him?” and I nodded.
“Yes Louise. It is. The party happened, but there was a water leak after the storm and it ended quickly. Everyone… except those who got… taken left. Now… only you and I remain, Louise,” I shrugged, knowing I had to admit my part. “I was so enthralled at what the nurses could do… it was me who got the others freed. That was the deal, why I said I knew we were the last two when we were downstairs. All they’ll remember is, well you know what a bad bender’s like.” And she nodded, struggling pathetically with the straps as I mopped her brow again. “Please Sarah, please free me love” she wept as I leaned closer.
“No Louise, I cannot. If I do, then I lose the chance to go into room 1” I said and she glared daggers. But I saw there, deep in her eyes that look… “Admit it Lou, you ARE turned on at what’s happening, aren’t you? Bound to the bed by these straps. Helpless and under my control, it’s what you desired, why you asked me, having got on the bed of your own free will,”
The flushing face gave her away and I smiled as she turned to look at the wall, hoping I hadn’t seen this. I leaned down, brought her head back straight and our lips kissed.
“You’re a very naughty girl Lou” I whispered, “Don’t trying hiding it from me” and for the first time she seemed to settle, wriggling as I stroked her breasts, hands sliding over her stomach and the girl sighed, the tears gone now. Also she’d stopped asking to be freed.
“Yeah, sorry love. I did say that I suppose… and it did feel… hmmm. I looked like you were then, didn’t I?” she grinned at last before the snogging interrupted her.
Perhaps she thought this was the end and I was about to release her after all. Though she didn’t see my other hand bringing the gag from the hook. Her eyes were closed as we tongued the other then she leaned back, just enough for what I needed. Seconds later all I heard was the frantic mmmpphing from behind the gag as I secured it. Her nose, like mine flaring as the strap now forced her head down and Louise cried and wailed but to no avail as she realised what I’d done. I smiled, “You do now Lou! Strapped down everywhere… and gagged, just like I was.”
“You told me never to let you go Louise,” I said next, looking down at her twitching fingers… “You did get your Doctorate didn’t you?” was the question that startled her and she mmph’d in reply, trying to nod her head. I’d been at her graduation ceremony so why had I asked that? Leaning closer with a smile I whispered in her ear.
“Nurses obey Doctor’s orders! So I’m not going to free you. Ever again.”
I began working her struggling body, touching her breasts so gently as she begged for freedom again, seeing her face changing from the hurtful betrayal just now, into that of lust as the tension mounted. When I’d started stroking those moist outer lips, she tried bucking up to get the fingers where she needed them to be. “That’s right Louise Jackson, fight, fight your dreams girl!” I whispered, as her screaming faded to moans of ecstasy as I increased the rate of in and out. She really was thrashing about now, her body switching to automatic and any moment… I stopped and Louise squealed in frustration, then groaned as I started on her again.
The ghosts appearing, all standing along the wall, each of them smiling as the new girl played with the inmate. It didn’t take long for her to come again, and again, AND AGAIN as I toyed with Louise. Her emotions betraying her, me knowing this would surely secure my passage to room 1. Another clean-up session followed and I was told to take her back to her cell.
“Good girl, now its time… to return you… downstairs to your room” I said once she’d recovered. Louise looked exhausted, devastated, defeated even as I took the brake off and she knew… Miss Jackson knew she was never going to leave this place, as the bed squeaked its way to the lift.
Louise cried all the way down the corridor, her fading voice begging me to stop this. But no way could I, even if I’d wanted to. Her fate like mine was in other ‘peoples’ or more like ghosts’ hands. I wondered if I got through room 1, would I become a spirit like the others? Well guess I have plenty of time to find out!
The loudest wail of all came as Lou saw me smiling… as I put her nameplate back in door 3’s slot, waving mine as I went to 1, then stopped. It wasn’t my job to do that so I returned and placed it into no 5. Wheeling her into the cell I saw the blue covered bed had vanished and stared down at my friend as I set the brakes. Reaching down I stroked her forehead one last time, seeing her eyes brimming tears… but possibly, was that something else appearing again… pleasure, lust, wanting? The two sides of what she was, were fighting for control… and I knew which would win.
A towel appeared and I wiped away the tears, promising that the nurses would look after her. To keep the flames of her desires burning brightly for all time. She began shuddering as I told Louise how proud of her I am. That I’d always think of her and what she meant to me. Her face gave it away as I began to roll my fingers over her nipples, a lovely soft moaning from behind the gag. The edges of her eyes crinkling as she suddenly SMILED, the decision made and I knew she’d be all right after all.
Quickly I undid the head binding then the gag, arms and chest too, and was partway through doing the lower one when she placed both hands on top of mine and said stop it. Her grin obvious and I asked Lou if she wanted to be freed and we’d find our way out. The girl, the good friend I’d shared so much joy and tears with over the years…
Said no, she wanted to stay after all!
“I mean it, I’ve found my true purpose now. The Doctorate was worth nothing. Soon I’ll be locked in my cell, strapped to this bed, permanently gagged but I know it’ll be fine honey, bringing pleasure to ‘them’. It’s all I want to do Sarah, please make me happy. And thank you… for everything.” She reached up with both hands, cradling my face and bringing it closer and stared deeply into my eyes. “I forgive you for what’s happened, OK? Now… please do me up again. Tighter than you’ve ever done before” she whispered letting go. I burst into tears at this, so did Lou as I undid the waist strap so she could sit up. We embraced, kissing that passionately I didn’t know who would run out of air first!
We talked for a while, reminiscing about things we’d done and had wanted to do. Just vanilla things that would no longer be her problem as we held hands. Lou thanked me again then said it was nearly time. “Do like that uniform pet, give me a twirl love” I obeyed then stepped closer and stood alongside. I managed not to jump as her hand reached over and slid under my hem, rising up and fingers inserted within me. Going deeper then moving around and I almost creamed myself.
“The sooner you’re properly strapped down the better Miss Jackson” I breathed into her ear as she brought me off. Thankfully I barely stayed upright though it was hard, gripping the bed as I saw stars. She smiled as I bent down and cleaned myself, then held her hand, putting those moist fingers into her mouth and ordered her to do the same. Louise grinned and said I was so kind.
Having done that her body went back and she wriggled to make herself comfortable. She reached down and brought the waist bindings and placed them into position, then again for the chest. “Seriously honey… strap them tight, then the gag” she whispered. I nodded, leaned over her and we shared another mind-blowing kiss before we both knew I had to leave before losing it completely. “Last words my dearest friend…
Sarah… I’ll always love you” she said, a gentle smile on her face.
Our hands clasped, she squeezed mine then let go as I replaced the gag and did the other straps, really pressing them into her skin. She tried to move but there was no give and her head went back, ready for the last one. Louise sighing happily as she began to hum her favourite tune. Finally I bent down and kissed her forehead and got winked at in return. No change-of-mind glance at me, the anger at the betrayal by her friend was gone. Just the look of undying love I’d treasure for all time.
As I stood there a blindfold and earplugs appeared by her head. Picking them up I showed the items to Louise, who winked and nodded again. “Goodbye, my dearest Lou, sweet dreams” I said, applied the mask once she’d stopped grinning, eased the plugs into both ears and got a squeak and a thumbs up. I fastened the head strap then kissed her nose and stepped away.
Turning for the last time and walking to the door. Seeing the faint sign of a nurse materialising to take my place, her eager fingers sliding into my friend and Miss Jackson’s moaning increased as the ghost got to work. I stood watching before the sound of a bell tolling, reached my ears. It was Big Ben, as the longer deeper bongs came after the initial tune had ended. One, two, three I counted slowly, like you always do on New Year’s Eve hoping for an ‘extra one for luck’.
“Oops, like Cinderella I must leave,” I said quietly and the ghostly nurse nodded.
Four, Five…
It was more like Cinder‘cell’a as I hurried out of the door chuckling at my wit.
Seven, Eight… do I run for the lift and escape…?
I stopped just outside ‘my’ door as ten boomed…
Moments later, right as twelve struck I heard the heavy thunks as it locked itself and I smiled… thankful I’d stepped inside and closed the door behind me, knowing I could never have abandoned Louise like that.
Now safe in my cell I stripped naked and folded the uniform up. Hoping I’d done the right thing by bringing Lou back, grabbing the just arriving drink from the cupboard and knocking it back. My bed was ready, the straps neatly as before, and I hopped on. Placing the leather bindings over my legs, waist and chest… then waiting for… Shuddering as I felt them move moments later, that delicious sensation as each one secured me tightly again till only my head was free. “Thank you so much, I’m ready now.” I murmured and the lights dimmed briefly in reply and it made me smile.
I prayed next for the gag and by magic it floated over, into my open mouth and the straps buckled themselves so tight. Laying my head straight I smiled as the last one came over me and I was finished.
My heart pounded as the nurses appeared. “Well done Sarah, we’re so proud of you,” one said as my bed began to move. The door unlocked and swung open. We rolled out of the cell and… yes, turned left as it closed behind us. That shiny nameplate of mine lifted itself out of the slot and moved with us as we passed Louise’ cell. The faintest of squeals emanating and I smiled at the nearest ghost as she looked down, getting a lovely grin in return and a stroke of my breasts.
The nameplate stopped and I shuddered as it positioned itself above the slot for 1. Then gently lowered until it rested where I wanted it to be. The door swung open and we went inside. My eyes widening as I saw… the machines I’d hoped might be in this building. The pulses began to race, thoughts only of lust, and all the nurses glowed with me.
Professor Guttman appeared and looking decidedly solid, his arms opened wide in greeting. “Miss Boradin, at last you’re here with us. My dearest Sarah… ” he said triumphantly with James’ smile on his manly face.
“Welcome to Room1”
Sectioning Sarah, leaving Louise · Part 2 (2/2)
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