Nurse Betty fitted a wide cotton belt across Jessica's waste. She snugged it tightly down her blouse and secured the leather strap at her back. Her hands would not be able to reach them, as they would be locked in the front. Nurse Betty produced some white canvas wrist straps. They were past through the metal slit ring and pulled tight around Jessica's delicate wrist. Her fingers dangled there. After both of her hands were captured in the white crisp canvas, Jessica struggled a bit, as if testing the institutional devices which she knew to be inescapable and totally enslaving. She was led under the arm helplessly to room 2C down the hall. Nurse Betty could have opted for a wheelchair, but it was not a far or risky journey. The huge ring of keys danced as the Nurse skillfully pulled out the right one; she opened the ward door and led Jessica in. Jessica had a quick glance. This isn't a soft room but a rather normal room. There's a small bed and a sink. On the bed lay looped around it's frame simple leather restraints. Betty had Jessica lay down and she proceeded to her ankles. Quickly, she trapped her thin long legs into the cold unwelcoming restraint and Jessica wiggled up and down just in case there was some slack she could take advantage off. The padding was thick and white, absorbing any free space. IT was tight and snug. Nurse Betty continued by applying the breast strap. It's a canvas strap that secured across Jessica's figurative breast, by her side. Another strap above that held her chest down. They had heavy padding and pushed down firmly on her distinctly feminine figure. Jessica struggled; she tugged her white canvas wrist straps as she tried to reach up to protect her breasts. But the belt was secure and fixed her hands where they belonged. She groaned in frustration as she continued to wiggle hopelessly. Nurse Betty pulled a blanket over her and it was consequently strapped to the side of the bed frame as well. She walked out and locked the door. Jessica was in discomfort, she wanted to sit up, but not only did the double breast straps prohibit her torso movement, do did the heavy canvas blanket. She tried to wiggle her wrists out of the straps but were no use, they hugged her skin closely, almost integrating into her wrist. She sighed. Next morning she woke up as the door clicked open. Nurse Sarah came in and removed the blanket. “Poor thing" she remarked. “Will you promise me that you'll behave if I remove these restrains?" She asked. Jessica nodded firmly. One by one the restraints came off, all but the restraint belt. Nurse Sarah helped Jessica to stand and walked her down the hallway. Sarah walked into Dr. James's room and after a quick conversation, came out with the keys to her locking cuffs. Soon Jessica was free. She caressed how own wrists and quietly said: "thanks Sarah."
"You do understand we still have to strap you into bed at night, that applies for 4 more days until Dr. James reviews your progress. “Jessica nodded with a weak smile. Jessica spent her day in the TV room with the other patients. Most have already being here for more than 3 months. Few who stay longer than a year ever get out. Two girls aged 14 and 19 sat to her left. They both wore the standard issue jumpsuits. A boy sat in a wheel chair behind her; he was not allowed to talk to the girls as she once freaked out a girl who was almost cured. Just in front of Jessica sat Natalie. She was in the same jump suit but a simple strap run above her hips and pulled tight behind the wheelchair. She was put in the chair for wondering to off limit areas. Nurse Sarah appeared and signaled Natalie to come to her. Natalie looked scared as she shook her head. She must have got into more trouble. Sarah was annoyed; she walked hastily to Natalie's chair and pushed her to the changing room. "Sarah, I didn't do anything, I swear. It wasn't me!" She cried. Jessica felt a lump in her throat. She was her best friend. In the changing room, Sarah released Natalie and had her lay on the bed. Natalie was scared as Jessica removed her jumpsuit. "I told you not to touch that boy. Now you have him agitated." Sarah didn't sound pleased. “It wasn't me-!""Then who was it? “There was silence. Sarah bent over to the room next door and asked: “Have those new type II suits arrived yet?" "Yeah, they are in the top locker," An unfamiliar voice replied. Natalie was beginning to tremble, both from the coldness and fear. There was nothing she could do to defend herself. Jessica took out the crisp white suit and had Natalie step in. "Don't touch that boy again, this is not really necessary but we don't want another incident. “Natalie was relieved that it wasn't a straitjacket. She stepped in and her arms found their way through the tight canvas sleeves. Jessica made her lie face down as she began to lace up the back. Natalie realized that she would not be able to remove the suit at night any more. The new type II is a totally involuntary suit. Two straps were pulled tight, one at her waste level and the other below her breasts. The top part was laced together using institutional laces. Jessica tugged hard at the lace and crosshatched them firmly over her back. Natalie groaned as she fixed it firmly below her collar. A Velcro binding was pulled over so the patient could not reach the laces. The collar was quiet narrow but elastic. It reached half way above her neck. Natalie was finding the opening to her sleeves when Jessica was applying the restraints but could find none. She was beginning to worry as she feared mittens. "There are no opening Natalie, these have built in mittens. “She was right; her hands helplessly struggled under the double-layered canvas for the hand part. She could not retreat as there was no extra shoulder room, all laced together at the back. "You tricked me!" Natalie cried. “You brought this to your self, behave as you are told in the future. “Natalie breathed rapidly as she used each hand to tug at the sides of the sleeves, the canvas rubbed against each other and the room was filled with the sound of feminine struggle and the friction of fresh canvas.  "Sit back in your chair." Jessica said as she forced the agitated girl in to the chair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please let me out, PLEASE!" She was crying. “I can't Natalie, I really can’t. “PLEASE!" She screamed as she tugged to find her fingers and tears rolled down her adorable cheeks. Jessica ignored her plea, instead wheeling her out.   

Chapter2:
    Natalie was put in her room and Sarah left. She was still very agitated as she tried to find her fingers. The unforgiving canvas covered her hand perfectly and the innocent girl could do nothing to remove it. She found the back to be laced extremely tight, there was absolutely no room for her arm to move backward in the sleeve. The 1 piece out fit came from toe to neck, with the laces hidden behind the Velcro pull-over, the suit effectively renders her hands useless and gives her no option of escape. Soon her hands were getting sweaty and beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. She eventually collapsed into her bed as the drugs she forced to take with her food began to take effect. Back in the hall, Jessica was called into Dr. James' room. "I know you don't like straitjackets Jessica and we can't just leave you in wrist restraints so we are going to try something new on you." "I've being good these weeks Doctor, I really don't see the need." She replied. "Whether or not you see the need or not is not important, the restraint order was for 4 weeks and we have to stick to it, understand? “She nodded reluctantly. “Nurse, please come in" Sarah walked in with a unique looking package. She laid it on the table and had Jessica lay on the patient table. "We call these arm inhibitors Jessica, they just go under your jumpsuits and nullify your arm muscles to an extent. “Jessica looked uncertain as Sarah removed her left sleeve and wrapped her arm in a white, moist sheet."Um...when can I be freed from these?" Jessica asked. “Well, the point is you won't be, they stay there all the time. “The moist wrapping instantly mantled on her slender fore arm and a smaller segment was wrapped around her lower arm. Sarah was done with both in less than 2 minutes and resealed her jumpsuit. Jessica began to relax, nothing much happened and they didn't produce any pain. "That's all Jessica, thank you for your patience." Dr. James smiled. Sarah walked Jessica back to her ward and locked her back in her small enclosure. Jessica went to the mirror to tidy her hair but suddenly realized she could not raise her arm. She could move it a few inches high but any higher seemed impossible. Fear swept over her as she shook her shoulders. The words "arm inhibitors" echoed in her mind. Her cheeks began to shake as she realized the uselessness of her arms. They had restrained her without using a single strap. She could not move her arm and that make her effectively a doll. The frustration filled her as she kicked over the desk. "You bastards! You could have told me!" She screamed. Through the soundproof glass panel, Sarah observed her actions and jotted down a few notes on her notepad. When Jessica turned to face her, she just smiled back and walked away. Soon Jessica began rampaging the door as she kicked as hard as she can. She banged her head against the wire-meshed glass but it was no use. Sarah took notice and make a gesture that if she continued, there would be consequences, Jessica was in tears and disappeared from view. While Jessica gave up moving her arms and settled in the corner of her room, a car entered the Penitentiary's East gate and parked near the front office. A couple, a father in his 40s and a woman in her younger 20s stepped out and opened the back door. Inside was a 17 year old, her hands were tied behind her back and she was cursing the Women with every word she could think of. The couple led her under the arms and forced her into the building. "So it's just aggressive behavior?" Dr. Lex asked. “No, much more than that, she has drug abuse problems, sexual agitation and general abusive behavior. She doesn't sleep at the right time and hardly ever eat." The father added. “You’ll have to sign this form over here, it will give us the right to detain her and treat her disease in any manner we deem necessary for a trial period of 30days. It gives you withdrawal right for the first 5 days, after that, your daughter would be in our total care until we decide when it's fit for her to re-enter society.  The man horridly signed and soon the administration was settled. “You can't do this to me you bastard! It's your entire fault you bitch! You two fuckers can go to hell you hear! YOU CAN"T DO THIS TO ME! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU YOU MOTHER FUCKER, YOU KILLED MY REAL MOM YOU SLUT HEAD!" To say the girl was beyond control would be such a useless understatement. She literally spat across the room at the fleeing pair. A nurse came in half way and held her down. Her hands had red marks where burned by the ropes and there were marks on her legs that suggested beating. "So Lisa, what can we do for you here?" Dr. Lex sat back and said. “My name is not Lisa jerk head." "O really? What is it then?" He smiled. “It’s Asuka Langley," my real mother works for the NSA, she'll have you dead in 2 minutes!" "Ok Asuka, I'll just run through the basics of what's going to happen while you are here. We will be making sure you return to a sane state and we'll do our best to keep things nice for you, but it's up to you to get out of here." "I am sane you sadistic bastard." "Nurse, put her in C-block for the night, if her condition calms, then consider training her in B." Sarah nodded and took Asuka away.  In the change room, Nurse Sarah and Asuka met up with 2 other orderlies to help to settle her for the night. Asuka was unbound from the raw ropes and given a hot shower. When she came out, she was given a cup of orange juice, which she drank in one go. Sarah smiled and had her lay down on the examination table. Asuka was smart. Smart as she is violent, she knew there was no point of resist from now on as the odds were against her. She just played along. The drugs in the orange juice quickly entered her bloodstream and her muscles began to relax. In her blurred vision, she saw Sarah carry over a medium sized white package. She felt her hands forced into a crisp hard canvas and felt a vest being fitted to her slim figure. As she looked back, she saw one of the orderlies securing straps which tightened the vest ever closer to her chest. Her breasts seem to be pushed back as the top strap was pulled tight. She moaned as she felt her crouch tighten heard the clicking of buckles at her butt level. Asuka was turned over and her hands were put to her sides. A broad leather strap with ample padding was secured above her elbows. Each orderly worked on one arm and soon two clicks confirmed that her elbows were now fixed to the sides of her jacket. Asuka looked down and tried to move her arms. She could reach the elbow straps but the same hand could only reach the opposite one, making it impossible to open the restraint cuffs. Nurse Sarah soon fixed a wrist restraint around her delicate hand. It was pulled tight and the fitting was just perfect. The wrist cuff was also attacked to the jacket, a few inches below the elbow cuffs. Sarah adjusted the strap connecting the wrist cuff to the vest and gave it about 4 inches of slack. The idea was that the subject may have partial movement but not enough to hurt others or themselves. Asuka tugged hard against the restraints, but managed little, the upper arm restraints prevented much of her movement and the little movement were only offered by the modest slack on her wrist restraints. "We will be keeping you in restraints until you convince us that you are not going to hurt yourself or others." Asuka grinned. Suddenly she sent a flying kick at the Nurse. It caught her in the stomach, and the nurse groaned in agony. The two orderlies quickly took hold of her arms and pressed her back. "Are you alright?" "Yeah…I'm ok." Sarah slowly got up, still shielding her stomach. “I can't understand why a girl like you would do that." Sarah said as she went to the lower cabinet. She took out what appeared a pair of empty lets. Soon, Asuka realized they were leg braces. Sarah took the cold steel rack and fitted them around Asuka's slim long legs. The clicking buckles secured above and below her kneecap and a generous leather strap was secured around her delicate ankle. The final strap, a white canvas bind was secured with the Velcro counterpart below her crotch. Asuka hated the look of metal braces on her legs. She struggled to reach down but the two orderlies held her back firmly. She tried to wiggle through the jacket but could not even gain any slack. The jacket wrapped her perfectly like a extra skin, the extra room catered in the breast area was filled by her medium figure and the two straps arranged above and the breasts effectively secured the jacket without any slack. Soon the second leg brace was attached and secured. Sarah adjusted the lever so it's in walk mode and tested the straps to make sure they were tight and secure. "Lets go Asuka." Asuka was helped on her feet and she took her fist tentative step. The weight of the braces was substantial and she was beginning to become really scared of her future. She hobbled another step and found the institutional frame severely limited her ability to bend her knees. She was in total restraint, the little luxury of movement can be withdrawn anytime by the removal of any slack for the wrist to jacket strap and locking down the leg brace to either stand or sit mode. After what seemed for hours, they finally arrived in her room. It was a small enclosure at the end of Sector C for acute patients. The door has a plate coldly rendered as "Subject 8." She was led inside and made lie on the floor. The room measured 15feet x 15 feet. Its small size was emphasized more by the bread shaped wall, filled with soft material. The floor was a huge integrated mattress and the door had thick padding as well. The only real discrepancy in the perfectly symmetrical and empty room was what appeared to be a thick wide belt at the end opposite to the door. "Now Asuka, this will be your room for your first week of stay, if you behave well, I promise we'll move you to one of the more friendly rooms in Sector B. Please don't try to hurt yourself or others like you just did with me, I forgive you the first time ok?" Asuka was genially moved by nurse Sarah's kindness. She nodded with a small and uncertain smile. "If you try to hurt yourself, we will have to restrain you in that belt over there. "As she said, she removed the leg braces but replaced them with standard leather anklets. The strap was set about 1 feet wide and the rest snapped tight over her ankles. Good night Asuka." The three Nurses left the room and locked the thick door behind them. The shutter for observation was snapped closed and the room suddenly dimmed to near total darkness. Only a weak fluorescent glow came from one corner of the ceiling.