The Preventative Program
No! No!" I screamed as the car turned into the car park. I did not want this, not at all…
"This is exactly why you need to go through this tour Cathy.”
“But I’m not insane! Dad!”
“Your mother’s right, Catherine. It will help correct you and make you a lady,” Dad replied as he parked the car. I resisted and mom had to unbuckle me from my seat and drag me out of the car into the grey-colored building. I continued my verbal protest as my parents signed forms at the receptionist counter and I was guided in through a set of double doors, finding myself - minus my parents - in a large waiting room.
three other girls, one brunette, one red-head and one Asian. The brunette was
in skin-tight slacks and a tube top, the redhead in jeans with holes and a
T-shirt with rock stars stenciled on it and the Asian
girl like me, in a skirt and blouse. We
eyed each other up, not sure what was going on…
"Good afternoon to all," came a voice from the side. We all turned to see a nurse with the nametag 'Marie' and an army of additional nurses behind her. "Welcome to Woodcock's Mental Institution Treatment Preventive Program. You all are here because your families believe you have some psychological issues, which while they are not at the stage for treatment, are giving cause for concern. Instead, what you'll see here..."
"Is a place for loonies," the brunette interrupted, stepping back.
"I'm not in the mood for interruptions," the Nurse shot back. "As I said, in this Preventive Program you have a quick 'tour' of the whole Institution to see how female mental patients are treated. You get a whirl-wind experience of what it is like to be a patient here and the treatment patients undergo. By the end of the tour, you hopefully will see that it is better to correct your attitude and..."
"This is shit. I'm outta here," the brunette interrupted again but as she turned around, one of the nurses pulled out a syringe and jammed it into her neck. She immediate shivered and collapsed down, unconscious as we all watched.
".... That it is better to correct your attitude and lifestyle than to be condemned here for long-term treatment." We all were more shocked by the treatment of the girl than the last words. The brunette was carried out by a few nurses, but before we could say anything a snap of the head nurse’s fingers drew our attention back.
"First, we're going to put this straitjacket on you," She held up a mass of thick canvas, straps and buckles that magically appeared in her arms. It was modeled on the Posey straitjacket model. I've seen one before on TV.
"Wha..." the Asian girl, named Yan Ling, started to say, then remembering what just happened, closed her mouth.
"This is for everyone's safety, including yourself as patients or guests, and the staff. All patients are placed in straitjackets 24/7 to prevent physical assaults and any escape. Next, we will put this leg restraint around your ankles, so you can't kick people and run away." She held up two thick brown leather cuffs with locking straps, attached by two leather straps which looped through metal slots on the cuffs.
"And finally, since silence is required for all patients to prevent verbal assault and unnecessary conversation, we need to put this muzzle on each of you." She held up a sealed plastic bag, inside was a large panel device with a protruding, threaded knob and an assortment of leather straps attached. "This will fill your mouth without causing unnecessary strain. It is also hypoallergenic so it can be worn for hours without changing."
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," the redhead exclaimed in horror. "This is too much. What if we get any complications?"
"We all are trained nurses and all of you are listed as healthy according to your medical records. No patient has suffered any 'complications' while in a straitjacket and gag here for the past twenty years. And with that, I think questions will be answered later during the tour." She motioned to the junior nurses and at least four of them surrounded each of us.
"Let's get started. First, I have to tell you straitjackets can't be worn in your states. Jeans, pants, skirts, whatever bottoms off. Now!" Shocked by the army-like order and what we would be going through, we all complied, and I dropped my skirt to reveal my skimpy blue panties. We were ordered to place them in one big plastic bag.
"Everyone, hold your arms and hands out straight, keeping your fingers together." The nurses next to me guided my hands to the proper position. At the same time, they used their legs, forcing my feet to spread out. "I'm going to slide the straitjacket over your arms, and the orderlies will hold it closed as I fasten the straps.” Nurse Marie announced, stepping close to me. “Keep looking forward and do not move your arms or legs. Am I clear?"
I nodded, now really frightened. As Nurse Marie advanced with the straitjacket, the other nurses removed their grip around my hands and grabbed my elbows. The nurse slid the jacket sleeves over my forearms, and the other nurses quickly grabbed the jacket and quickly pulled it back over my upper arms and shoulders. They held the jacket firmly with both hands and began fastening all the back straps. She pulled the top two straps through the buckles to keep my arms inside the sleeves, and then started from the bottom of the jacket, pulling each strap snugly as she wanted the straitjacket to fit my torso properly.
Once the nurse
was satisfied with her work, she began re-tightening each strap causing the
strong material conform to my body shape. After readjusting the bottom strap,
she crouched down and reached through my legs to a wide strap dangling from the
bottom of the jacket. I had just noticed this strap and was wondering about its
use when the nurse yanked it back between my legs and fastened it to a buckle
sticking out between the two bottom back straps. I had been given wedgies before in school and for fun but this one was worse
Nurse Marie walked back around in front of me. "Cathy, please lower and bend your right arm at the elbow." They know my name, but that was hardly comforting. I did so and the nurse pulled the right sleeve through the wide loop below my breasts and fed it through another, thinner loop on the side, and one orderly grabbed the sleeve as it came to my back. She did the same for her left arm, adjusting the arms crossed in front of me. Nurse Marie went around my back again and fastened the two sleeve straps. When they were done, my forearms seem to disappear behind the wide front loop. The nurse then took each strap on the jacket, stuck it through the belt loop on the corresponding buckle strap, and threaded it back though the buckle, to make them even more difficult to loosen.
“Cathy, please try to move around to see if we need any more adjustments,” the nurse ordered. I first tried to raise and lower her arms but couldn't get more than an inch in either direction before running into the loops on the front and sides. I then tried moving my arms apart, but the orderlies' skill and strength in removing slack made that equally futile. I bent backwards and forwards, but the tightly fastened thick canvas made it impossible to curl her spine, so I could only bend at her hips. But this action had a big drawback, as the wide crotch strap rubbed against my clit giving me a quick arousal. "I can't move at all! This is insane!" I protested.
The nurses ignored my protests as one bent down and attached the leg restraints. Ow! Nurse Marie then retrieved the bag and tore it open, revealing the muzzle.
"I'm going to place the muzzle on you now. Open your mouth as wide as you can." As I bit down on the foam tube, it completely surrounded by my lips. The foam expanded back into its original, onerous dimensions and compressed my tongue completely. Two straps coming from the front of the mouth panel were fastened behind my neck to keep the gag--I preferred the term gag--firmly in place.
All around me, the other two girls were bound, cuffed and gagged similarly, looking at each other as we wondered what was going to happen next.
done? Good. Now, single file, Cathy first, Claire second, Ling, third." We
were arranged so by the nurses and guided through another set of double doors
leading into a narrow corridor. We all shuffled along, oh our footwear was
removed as well. As we did so, the crotch strap dug deeper and deeper against
my clitoris, giving me another set of arousals.
We entered another open area and from a side appeared the brunette, guided by a trio of nurses. She was similarly restrained and gagged like us, but there was a thick blindfold over her eyes and her underwear was rather thick. "Put her behind the rest and really watch over her," Nurse Marie instructed.
"As you can see," she began in a tour guide-like voice, "the nursing staff are all female. As for doctors, some are male but there has never been a case of sexual assault against any patient or staff since this institution was founded." Yeah, yeah, I thought. She could be bluffing. We walked on and passed some nurses and patients some patients escorted by one nurse, others by two. All were straitjacketed and gagged like us but the straitjackets were of different colors. Two of them were tape gagged instead of the panel gags we had on. The redhead Claire asked a question through her gag.
"The different colored straitjackets indicate the level of patients. White are low-risk. Beige or brown are medium-risk. Black is high-risk but high-risk prisoners aren't allowed to move around. As for the tape gags, well, if the doctor deems the patient has improved, they get tape gags instead. But for your case, you'll all get the panel gag." Wonderful. Such special treatment, I thought. We entered another open area where they were several tables and chairs, fixed to the ground. Girls, similar to us, were seated there, with nurses standing nearby and what looked like guards with batons at the sides.
"This is the social area for low to medium-level patients," Nurse Marie whispered. "Sometimes, not every girl is isolated and we give them time to mingle together to get them a field of how society is." I peered closer and noticed each girl had some hairband-like device placed on their head and tablets attached to the tables.
"Obviously, they can't talk properly. So those bands transfer thoughts from their heads into words on the tablet screens." Fascinating, I thought but shuddered, realizing I could have been one of these girls. "Whtmmmthdmmm?" The Asian girl asked.
"Oh, you see those? Your friend Freyja here is also wearing them. Diapers. A good majority of patients who stay for the long haul are placed in diapers." I then looked at the brunette again and yes, she had a diaper taped over her. But wait, there was also something else. "Diapered patients also are made to wear plastic panties to prevent any leaks. You'll find out more later. Move along."
We were brought to another narrow corridor and all the nurses held fingers to their lips. "This is the high-risk row of cells. High-risk patients are those that suffer from extreme mental disorders and sometimes face extremely lengthy treatment, or can't be cured. High-risk patients are kept in their rooms with no interaction with others and minimal movement daily. Do no utter a sound, even through your gags." We moved slowly along until Nurse Marie halted us and swapped an ID card against a card reader twice. We were brought inside an empty cell with a narrow pad at one corner.
"This," she whispered, "is what it looks like inside. The patient is strapped to a mattress fixed on the ground. She doesn't get to move up until it is feeding time and gets only one hour of controlled exercise each day. She's diapered full time. You," she gestured to the redhead. "Come and demonstrate." The petrified girl was laid down and the nurses strapped her in. "This is how high-risk patients remain for years. Do you want this treatment?" We all shuddered.
Another step away, we were brought into an even smaller cell. The was no mattress and the walls were painted black.
"This is the suicide watch cell," Nurse Marie said. "We have two and are planning to have more. Basically, any girl who exhibits suicide-like tendencies is brought here. She's strip naked, attached to cuffs," she pulled down one to show us, "and kept standing or even cuffed to the wall. We keep them naked and there's only this," she pointed to a small hole, "for body relief." All of us emitted scared muffled tones. "No, we won't demonstrate." Phew.
Next up was the medium-risk cells. The doors were thick and no windows were visible, but one slot was pulled open and we all took turns to peek in. Some girls were sitting in corners, slouching. Others were moving wildly about while some were kicking and banging their heads against the wall. "You can see why they are medium risks. Some of them don't get the luxury of interacting as shown just now. It all depends on your behavior," she particular looked at the blindfolded and diapered brunette.
Finally, it was the low-risk cells. Like the medium-risk, they had thick doors, small eye slots and padded walls. Girls inside were straitjacketed, some gagged, some tape gagged some not gagged or leg-bound at all. "Much better behavior," the nurse explained, "but still we don't give them any prizes. You'll all experience this later this evening." What?!
We were brought to what looked like an exercise hall. Some patients were walking or running around while others were given specific leg exercises. "You all can try this. Even her," she gestured to the blindfolded troublemaker and her blindfold was removed. So, for the next hour, we were made to run several rounds around the track. It was really difficult with my arms bound against my boobs. By the end, I was so sweaty under the thick straitjacket and the blouse I wore. Shit, I want a change now!
But that would have to wait. It was already time for dinner as we were sat separately at a table. "All patients are spoon-fed by nurses. As time goes on, if they improve, they may get to use their hands to feed." A mixed African American and Spanish nurse removed my gag fed me some thick gravy-filled dish and quite tasteless juice.
"Ok ladies. We'll give you time to use the loo. One by one. Of course, except you," she pointed at the diapered girl. I was the first in, and boy, it was great to be free of the jacket and rub my sore arms. Still it was a rushed call and soon enough we were restrained again.
"We want to show you the other parts but apparently they are quite occupied. So, to your rooms you go." We were all brought up back to the low-risk set of cells and each of us were deposited into a room. As described, it was padded, white all over, with one mattress on the floor and nothing else. Not even a toilet bowl. The nurses there left me, leg restraints undone but said I would be watched by a CCTV hanging from the wall. How little privacy we get, I thought. Left alone, I tried to walk about but with my hands strapped in front, I lost my balance and fell so many times I gave up.
As I laid on
the ground, I started cry. I never cried much before. I would always let my
emotions out by shooting or throwing stuff until physically stopped by my
parents or the police. Oh my gosh, would I really be condemned to this place?
Am I a lunatic? Have I lost my mind?
I don't what time it was later when I heard the cell door open. Nurse Marie and the same nurse who spoon-fed me came in. "Time to sleep Cathy," the head nurse announced. Ok, why not let my crawl to the mattress? Then I saw what was in the junior nurse hand.
"Mmmmwht?" I cried through the gag.
"It is compulsory. We have limited staff on duty at night and we don't get patients or guest out for the toilet. Hence the briefs." Briefs my foot, those are diapers. Used by kids! I tried to protest further but remembered how the other girl was treated. The crotch strap was undone and my panties were pulled off. Some icky cream was smeared over my private part then the diaper taped on and plastic panties added. The straitjacket was re-secured and instead of the thick, a tape gag was replaced.
"It's only for the night. But have a good sleep." How to have one? I'm straitjacketed, gagged and now diapered.
The next day
Again, I had no idea what time it was when the nurse woke me up. My gag was exchanged back for that thick panel gag and out I came, legs bound again. Strange, none of the others were nearby. I was brought to what looked like a shower area. Yeah, finally a shower, I thought.
"I'll be helping you. No resistance please." But how on earth could I resist bound and gagged? She undid the jacket, tore away the plastic panties and the diaper which to my horror was urine-stained, and took off the rest of my clothing. Made to stand and still gagged, I squealed as water then soap and again water was squirted all over me. Then I was brought to a nearby table.
"Dimmmprs?" I cried again.
"Nurse Marie's orders. Don't resist." Within minutes I was diapered again, plastic panties on and then bra back on. "I think this is too thick for you, no?" She held up my blouse. So just the straitjacket was tightly strapped back on. Brought back to the food hall, all the other girls were already there. Freyja was there as well, her blindfold removed. We all ungagged again were spoon fed some oatmeal and then lined up again in the same order and brought to an area with were a door marked 'NEURO EXAMINATION ROOM'.
"This where they hook wires to the heads of patients, lock the patient's head in a metallic football-like helmet and keep you tightly restrained to a chair for hours. They analyze your brain cells, neurons or whatever. One reason why you wear diapers," She padded my backside. Bitch, I thought silently. Moving on, we moved to a narrow catwalk. Below was a chamber shaped like a tomb but at the side where men dressed in lab suits busy monitoring computers. Wires from these computers were fed into the tubes. Wait a minute, I've seen this in....
"Yes, for those of you who have watched the television, this is a sensory deprivation tank, just like in the TV series Fringe. Patients are made to wear skin-tight body suits and floated in a tank with high percentage of salt. They are drugged so that they are forced to sleep while again their thoughts are processed. It helps the doctors to gain a true background of patients." Yikes, I thought. I hate floating in any water, and definitely don't want my thoughts to be known to another person.
The third chamber was also a tank of water where a girl naked with only cloth around her breasts and crotch was laid in. This time, a IV drip was added besides the wires. "That contains a special mixture of drugs to change one's disturbed thoughts slowly over time," Nurse Marie said. "Sometimes, it takes several days of lying there before the patient improves." We again all shuddered at the sight.
I thought we had seen enough but no, we were brought back again to the area where patients interacted with each other. I was sat down opposite another blonde-haired girl, with patient number stenciled over her jacket. Tablets were placed down in front of us and the hairband-like devices were placed over our heads.
Hi? I saw on the screen. Ignore the number on my jacket. My name is Abi, don't say Abigail. Yours?
I thought in my head and mumbled through my gag. Cathy, I answered.
"No noise through your gag. Only via your thoughts," came the orders.
Abi: I've been here for two years. You're with this program eh?
Cathy: My...my parents brought me here. They wanted to change my attitude. I didn't expect it to be like this! I flexed my arms as much as I could.
Abi: It sucks. After a while, I try to ignore it but it still sucks. What did you do? Scream the house down?
Cathy: Just get angry almost everytime. Broke some furniture. Ran into the police several times.
Abi: I was angry and shouted every day since twelve. They say something is wrong with part of my brain. I don't believe but I've stopped my anger lately.
Cathy: What do they do you? Drugs?
Abi: Oh, some mind exercises. Scenarios. But at first some serum. It really was torture.
Cathy: I saw the cells and patients and how the nurses treat us. That's torture.
Abi: Then you really shouldn't be here as one of us. I'm hoping to get out soon but it's never a time you want here.
I looked at here and sucked the ball between my lips hard. Thanks, I hope you do soon. It's really moving to hear your story Abi.
We chatted a few more minutes until Nurse Jodie said time was up. Oh my gosh, I wish I could hug her, I thought, as she was escorted away. We all were made to walk around the exercise arena again before being brought in for lunch which was soup. "We've actually move quite fast," the head nurse declared. "We'll let you people rest here for a while, but don't try anything stupid." How could we? We're all bound gagged and diapered.
"Itmmmhurribmm," The redhead Claire started through her gag.
"Agmmmree," the Chinese girl said.
"Uhmm," I nodded trying to find a comfy way to sit. But with a diaper, plastic panties on and crotch strap digging in, it was quite impossible.
"Wemtreammlikellonnies," Freyja commented, her eyes indicated hatred.
"Wemmmbeoutmmmoon," Claire argued.
"Bullmmmhit," Freyja responded.
"Beposmmmtive," Yan Ling added.
"Fummmm," Freyja swore loudly. How the hell could her voice be raised through this gag, I wondered.
"Watch it," one of the nurses nearby warned.
"Fummu," Freyja cursed her and miraculously managed to stand up. The two nurses on duty tensed and advanced towards her. With all her strength, Freyja lunged towards them, head-butting one of them. An alarm blared and other nurses, including Nurse Marie barged in. The rebellious girl was sedated and carried out once more.
"Ok, rest of you, out. You have to spend your time in your cells." We all gave muffled protests but it was useless. Back in my cell and legs bound again, I sat against the hard mattress and cried once more. Just let this whole thing end. I want to be a good daughter, a good girl....
I must have drifted off again as the door clicked open. How long was I asleep? I don't usually take afternoon naps. "Hey, time to move Cathy," the junior nurse stated. I mumbled a reply but instead of lifting me up, she bent down and undid my crotch strap.
"You wet yourself. Besides, where we're going you won't want to wear a diaper." Oh shit, I really wet the diaper again! The nurse took it off, wiped my crotch with wipes then helped me into some plain white boxer-like briefs. I was then brought up and escorted yet through another maze of corridors until I was brought into an office. It was just a normal medical office with charts on one wall and medical certificates on another.
"Thanks, Jeanna, I'll buzz when I require you." I turned to see a man, around 6 foot tall with a thick moustache. He locked the door, pressed a couple of buttons and lights at the side came on. Only then did he reach over to undo my gag and passed me a sip of water.
"Barnes. Catherine Granger right? Sorry we can't shake hands." Yes, I bet you are sorry.
"Hi. Uh, what's this? Is this going to be a medical examination?”
"Ho, oh no, no. I would be meeting you in a different circumstance." Now, what would that be?
"So, what is this?"
"It's more of a 'getting-to-know-how-you're-doing'."
"Well, besides being restrained, gagged and well embarrassed, I'm ok." I didn't want to describe how it was being diapered.
"How do you feel now having seen our institute?"
"I...it was really scary Doctor. I don't know if you were meant to scare us, but boy, it’s a horror movie out there."
"And how is it now to you. Do you wish to vent your anger?"
"No, actually last night, I think - no, I want to make a fresh start to my attitude."
"Very nice," was his only reply. It is a doctor thing?
"Can I ask what's happening now and later? Are the other girls also being questioned like this?"
"Yes, they are."
"Oh. What about that girl uh Freyja."
"She's going to spend a little more time with us, but you shouldn't worry about her. You'll get to stay here a couple more hours and then you'll be home."
"Oh, thank you." I suddenly teared up. He reached over and wiped my tears. How kind. I never experience such kindness before.
"Can I ask another question?" He nodded. "What's going to happen to that girl Abi?"
"Oh yes, you and her. Abi's making some improvement but slow. That was quiet and unexpected bonding you two had. I can't give a date when she's out, also for security reasons I can't give details. But she's fine."
"It's good to know. Any chance of visiting?"
"We don't allow that I’m afraid - only family members. But you may see her again; I just can't say when. Anything else?"
"Well," I flexed the straitjacket again. "I guess you can't..."
"Rules are rules. I've seen girls plead and we tried once or twice but it wasn't helpful. But since you've been well behaved," he reached under his desk and tore open a cloth. "Mouth open please." I reluctantly did so and to my surprise, the cloth felt quite comfortable inside my mouth. But he also tore two pieces of tape, sealing the cloth in.
"I trust you won't emit much sound; naturally it's not as strong as this," he held up my old gag and tossed it in a nearby bid. The nurse came back in to collect me. "Best of luck Cathy," he said and I gave a nod and muted reply of thanks.
I found myself back in the original waiting area with Claire and Yan Ling. Clearly, they were either treating Freyja or she was restricted somewhere. All three of us were out of diapers and plastic panties and in the issued boy shorts. Ling and I were taped gagged while Claire was still in the panel gag--did they not think she was well behaved? Our meet up and muffled greetings were cut shot as they produced a portable DVD and with earphones on, were shown a clip further describing the history of the institute. It was rather boring and I nearly feel asleep until Nurse Marine snapped her fingers. Our original clothes were brought out and yay! Off came the straitjackets and the leg restraints. I gleefully done my sexy panties and skirt and less than an hour later, they removed my gag and I rushed into the waiting arms of my parents, swearing to both never to lose my temper or shout at them again.
Few months later
I rang the doorbell. "Hey Cathy, thanks for doing this," The elderly woman said.
"It's ok, Mrs. Winston, have a good trip."
She smiled and I promised to email or skype her later. I head upstairs and didn't have to knock since the door was partly opened. Inside was Abi, the girl I met during the 'Preventive Program' I went through. Abi was in a white straitjacket, gagged with a panel gag and ankles cuffed with leather restraints. As expected, she was also wearing plastic panties and diapered.
"Abi? Hi, it's me." In agreement with the Institute, Abi could be released to her single mom for a few days each week. Since her single mom had a job in the next state, I also volunteered to watch over Abi until her mother got back home. Because Abi was still legally under the Institute, she had to trussed up like any patient.
"Cammty," she cried and I hugged my new best friend.