I took a deep breath. The first week of the job was always the most stressful. But it was something, at least. All I had to do was process people. Nothing more, nothing less. I tie them up and lock them way in a cell. Easy work, right? Well other than the occasional brute, it was. Other than that, the crazies were usually the same.
Grabbing a white drawstring bag from the table, I headed down the narrow halls of the institution. The scent of old haunting air filled my nostrils. It was going to be hard to get used to something like this. I started counting the doors. My fingers tapped against the fabric of the bag as it jingled a d swung in my hand. Cell 140 soon appeared over one of the thick metal doors, my stop. This was my next patient, the newest person that was going to be locked away. Well, time to get to work. There was no use dilly-dallying.
I didn't bother opening the window hatchet. If they weren't banging their head against the door, I shouldn't be worried. Instead, I tugged on the lever switch, waited for the metallic click, and walked right inside. But, I froze abruptly, stunned at the new prisoner. Working at a mental hospital, you get accustomed to the usual deranged and warped appearances.
Some look like dangerous cavemen that found themselves trapped in our timeline. Others are filled with an unsatisfied rage, filled with hatred and vendettas. A sense of hostility is the first sign with these meetings. But not her. No, she was much different. And at first glance, she spoke in a new language, temptation.
Crimson red long red hair, milky smooth skin, radiant emerald eyes gazed right at me, and all I could do was blink at her naked form. She was a slender ravishing deviant with a generous pair of assets bouncing with her. Pink lips formed a playful smile as she stood at the middle of the white padded cell. Her body was out there on display, letting me see proudly without a speck of shame. This couldn't be my new patient. Was she? She didn't look the part.
"Well?" She spoke, her voice buttery warm and peppered with lustful spices. "Aren't you going to tie me up?"
Quickly, I snapped out of her spell and opened up the bag, dumping out its contents on the soft cushioned floor. Just focus on the job. I first went to the canvas bundle and unfolded it to reveal the straitjacket to her. There was no resistance from her, not even a drop of aggressiveness. She merely raised her arms out for me, calmly sauntering forth. She was compliant as well.
That was strange. I opened up the jacket and slid her arms through the sleeves, tugging on the top back straps to fit her torso in. Her fingers pressed the sewn shut ends of them. She continued to examine the canvas prison as I moved behind her, closing the jacket.
Once I pulled the jacket further, I fastened each belt, yanking hard to get rid of the slack. Each buckle shrieked with a soft "vrip!" closing the garment around her upper body, trapping slowly inside. Five straps were secured before I stopped at the bottom. The redhead patient spread her legs shoulder length, showing me the next one between them, the crotch strap.
This was an invitation. It had to be. The way she swayed her hips and playfully moved back to me, she was just asking for me to take it. As she looked back at me, her tongue darted out teasingly. Just focus on the job. Focus on the job. I reached between them and guided the strap through. A lewd moan poured out her throat when I pulled up and tightly fastened it. Vrip!
"So why are you here?" I asked reluctantly. The question came out as a curiosity if anything. I don't even know if I had the right to ask. But her reply came from her arm moving to my groin. She caressed the area, feeling the now excited member from inside her jacket sleeve. Damn, she was a promiscuous one.
"Let's just say I've been a bit too naughty," She cooed over her shoulder. “And I desperately need something to keep me tame, immediately." I caught her smirk. Erotic thoughts swelled in my mind among other things. And before she could tug on my libido even further, I grabbed her arm. The action made her spin around to face me, her lips still curled up. "Aww." She pouted like a child. “Why don't you relax a bit?"
"Let me see your arms, now," I ordered. I exhaled sharply, keeping my composure. She's just another patient that needs to be processed. Don't get distracted. Don't get sidetracked.
Her smile never left her face as she complied with my demand. I threaded both arms through the front loop and pulled hard. Grabbing the straps attached to them, I guided each sleeve to the side loops, forcing her to give herself the tightest hug she ever gave herself. When I spun her around again, she leaned back and craned her head towards my ear.
"You know, I don't need my arms to be a bad girl."
Focus on the job.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I would."
Focus on the job.
"You can even shut me up afterwards. It'll be our little secret."
Focus on… well, she was right. I could get away with it if I wanted to. There weren't any cameras in this cell from what I recalled. And it's not like anyone would question a psycho if she was having sex or not. They would just pass it off as a delusion. I yanked with all my might before I buckled the arm straps, finishing her cage. Then she turned back, staring at me with deep hungry eyes. She tugged at her arms, pulling at them up and down, twisting about in the straitjacket, ensuring I did my job well.
