Confidence and a good bluff was all you needed for what you hoped would be the big break, jump you from lowly intern to fact finding reporter and those two skills came naturally to you, the confidence to walk up to the security gate of The Wayward Young Adults Sanatorium. The bluff was that you had an appointment to be shown around by the warden, who better after all to be on a first name basis with and who better to let slip on little nuggets of information for you to put into your upcoming article. The guard however was having none of it until finally your blagging and bluster kept you in the little guardhouse for long enough that the phone rang, he answered it and begrudgingly let you in.
Directed to the reception the woman behind the desk pointed you to the warden's office where you waited outside sitting down in one of the chairs waiting what felt like a long time but in reality was barely twenty minutes. Checking you watch impatiently you were caught off guard by the office door opening and the Warden suddenly appearing, she was smartly dressed and you felt out of place in your cheap suit but the fact you had made it this far improved your confidence.
She offered and outreached hand which you shook. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware we had an appointment."
Shaking your head you pulled out the fake confidence again and laughed apologetically. "I'm sorry, the new intern promised she had it sorted."
Waving your apology away with her free hand she laughed in response. "Oh I know a little about those types but let's not damper the evening, you're here now."
"Yes, thank you for being so accommodating."
Dropping the handshake finally you put your hands in your pockets to retrieve a pen and paper, after all intern or not you had to look the part. "I hope you don't mind, I'm a bit old school."
Nodding her head approvingly she started to walk you down deeper into the facility. "Not at all, in fact it's for the best. Some of our patients suffer from tech addictions so showing an outside using something analogue will help."
As she reached the main door her hand went up to the lanyard around her neck which she swiped unlocking the electronic doors and as you passed through the threshold the nagging feeling in your gut told you to go back, maybe it was the sterile smell hospitals all suffered from, the chloride taste of bleach barely concealed by spritz of lemon. Perhaps instead it was the silence, maybe it was cliche to expect a sanatorium to suffer screaming patients or nurses and orderly struggling to calm patients but none of that was true, aside from the sounds of her heels and your loafers, a pin could drop and it would stand out to you.
Perhaps your instinct was wrong however as each ward seemed full of well-rounded individuals, nurses made their rounds unimpeded by their charges while the orderlies doted on patients who all responded well and the odd doctor you saw was friendly and approachable, perhaps watching too many shows of evil doctors committing patients against their will had rotted your brain.
By the end of the tour your pad was scarcely touched as nothing stood out, nothing reportable, no tabloid journalism or hard-hitting facts, it was just well-behaved males and that was when you realised, you had yet to see a female patient so you paused and asked the warden. "I presume the women have their own wing?"
She nodded. "Yes, we can go there but the fastest way is through the isolation ward." Her voice was neutral as if the word isolation didn't sound threatening but your ears perked up nonetheless.
"Isolation ward? Are they threatening?" Your journalist senses were tingling.
"Some but most are just new arrivals, we find it best to not introduce newcomers into the population right away..." She paused, her expression darkened a little, eyes narrowing as if deep in thought. "There is a safer route but it's longer, so what do you say wanna see the psychos?"
It sounded like a dare, a challenge and after coming this far you didn't want to back down.
She added during the pause where you weighed up the offer. "Though I must give my medical opinion that psychos is an inappropriate and unscientific term."
Latching onto that and her earlier statement that it was primarily for new arrivals so you nodded. "Let's do it, a reporter shouldn't be afraid to investigate."
Her little laugh of agreement did little to settle your nerves but it was too late to back out now so she gestured for you to follow and swiped her card on another set of doors but these required a second level of security, a pin code which she typed out of view and the doors clicked open sliding to reveal yet another non-descript white hallway but all the doors required a card to enter. It took a moment for you to build up the nerve to start walking but she waited patiently, hand outstretched invitingly.
"Come on pet, no time like the present." Shaking off the tease in her words you nodded and crossed a second threshold but this one didn't build your confidence instead it put your senses into overdrive, the hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention, maybe it was the cameras or the warden but you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
She swiped her lanyard on one of the patients rooms and stepped inside holding the door open for you and you realised these things always comes in threes, another door another threshold but this time your senses were overwhelmed, the stench of rubber filled your nostrils, sharp squeaking plucked against your hearing and the darkness forced your eyes to compensate until she flicked the light and you realized what it was.
Something or someone fully encased in latex, from head to toe, their eyes blinded and arms held in a tight hug by a latex straitjacket.
"Who?" The question fell out without intending to and you suddenly felt like you had to leave but before you could step back the door shut leaving the three of you alone in the room and while you weren't restricted the sensation of being the one in danger was overwhelming.
"A patient." The wardens stated matter-of-factly. "A mean little brat who assaulted his stepmother so we've had to restrain him so he learns violence isn't the answer."
Walking over to him she lifted him up he was sat on the edge of the bed and undid the blindfold which revealed ocean blue eyes which blinked rapidly as they accommodated to the light. Leaning against him she sat down beside him getting comfortable almost as if to show he was harmless.
She looked up to you with a smile. "See he-" Her words were cut off by her phone alarming and she pulled it out with a frown. "Sorry a nurse needs a hand with a patient next door."
Before you could ask to leave with her she stepped past you in wide strides rushing to help, you put it down to her work ethic but as the lock clicked into place and your eyes returned to the blue ones staring back at you the feeling of dread and being trapped all rushed back.
"So..." You went to ask something but their eyes narrowed and looked down adding a groan you understood, that ask questions to a gagged person. "Want it off?"
A yes or no question seemed easy and their eyes softened as they nodded in approval. Slowly you approached and moved to unbuckle the gag but before you could get a good grip their arms shot out from behind them and gripped you neck stopping the scream you spawned in its tracks, his body pinned you to the floor as his grip remained firm even through the jackets sleeves, his eyes glare at you with a piercing anger. The darkness crept into the corners of your vision as your muscles needed oxygen which you couldn't provide, struggling against them as much as you could was a losing battle with the advantage they had being on top of you, your eyes widened in horror when the strength started to leave your body.
Your arms dropped limply to your side and at the last moment the pressure around your neck relented causing a rough cough to erupt from your throat, air rushed into your lungs and you massaged your neck, somebody had saved you and as you moved to sit up a sliding noise had you turning your pained neck around back to the bed. The latex covered body had slid a shelf from out underneath the bed and before you could realise your mistake that somebody hadn't intervened your arms were wrenched behind your back with a black belt in hand you were quickly bound at the wrists by them.
"Please!" You pleaded but they didn't react, with some struggle they were able to loosen the jacked which fell in a pile around them, then came the unzipping of the catsuit which they struggled out of their body dripped with sweat from the material and exertion of the one-sided fight, unbuckling the gag you gulped loudly at seeing the size of the thing that was attached to it, long and thick the rubber must have been uncomfortable down their throat and the heavy breathing that fell from their lips made it clear that air was just as hard to come by as it was just now for you.
It wasn't until they unzipped the hood though that you really feared for yourself, same blonde hair similar length and if you were put side by side you could be mistaken for brothers. Their eyes dropping to you caused you to renew your struggles but they kicked your side hard stunning you and they rolled you over so you were lying on your chest. Carefully they pulled your jacket off soon followed by the shirt and tie while only for a second did they unbuckle the makeshift cuffs to pull your clothes off, not enough time to take advantage of. Rolling you over again you came face to face with a half-dressed not quite mirrored version of yourself. They knelt down and unbuckled your trousers pulling down them as well as the underwear, they even took your socks and shoes without hesitation, once they had everything on they looked back at you and grabbed the catsuit.
"Get in." The first words they spoken and their voice was deeper than yours but not too different, shaking your head you tried to get away but any shuffling was undone when they grabbed your ankles and dragged you back. "We haven't got time." They stated and you almost shouted "WE?" but it died in your throat when the latex made contact with your feet, it was wet from sweat and lube eliciting a whine in reaction to the grossness to you. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
That was the thing, you didn't want to. But it wasn't your choice and after some manoeuvring, some pulling and tugging they had both legs on and covered you waist. This was your chance, the cuffs would have to come off when they would have to work in the sleeves but instead of freeing you they stood up and went back to the tray underneath the bed, walking back they had a handful of belts in one hand and dropping down in front of you they bound your ankles then knees before adding some around your thighs for safety, buckling your wrists with a final one to the leg of the bed you were in no place to fight when they undid only one wrist.
An impatient whistle and threatening gesture sealed the deal and you relented, free arm up as an offering they quickly pulled the catsuit up and slid the arm in before quickly cuffing that one to the bed and freeing the other you let them put the catsuit on you fully, zipping it up the compression hit you hardest, well-fitting but not a one to one match of your figure. Standing as you were they pushed you and with the belts around your legs you fell like a ton of bricks but the floor was padded, back on your chest you renewed your struggle but they pinned their knee on your back and brought the straitjacket up in front of you. "Sit up on your knees."
Not waiting for your answer they hauled you up onto them and roughly pulled each arm into the enclosed sleeves before pulling it up onto you, the straps went around easily and as the hood went over your head you tried to plead again.
"Sorry my man." He did actually sound apologetic but his tone dropped when he added. "But it's you or me."
Opening your mouth to respond the gag was shoved roughly inside, any noise was muffled and gargled against the rubber invader and he rubbed your rubber head like petting an animal, he knelt down in front of you and looked you in the eyes. "Sorry but I have to look after number one, I'm sure you understand."
Darkness soon enveloped your eyes as the blindfold was buckled into place and just as you were adapting to the lack of light you heard the door click open renewing your struggling you tried to moan or whine to gain attention but any question about your new bonds or being on the floor were quickly dealt with by your imposter.
"He fell on the floor so I thought it safe to buckle him."
"Understandable, sorry for the delay in coming back but the patient was a handful... I'm sorry it's getting late do you have everything you need? We can schedule a visit to the female wing at a later date."
It was the warden's voice and the idea of your double leaving as you caused you to pull all you could against the latex but the rubber held firm as her voice called out. "Nurse I need a hand getting him back on the bed."
"Oh no I can do it." He volunteered helpfully.
"Oh aren't you sweet. You get the legs and I'll get the head."
It was a weird sensation being manhandled lack this and the sensation of falling had you screaming through the gag.
"I'm sorry, he must be due his medicine, normally he's more docile than this."
As your head hit the soft pillow and body sunk into the mattress the words you feared rang out.
"No problem, is it okay if I see myself out?"
"Of course, the nurse in the hallway can card you through."
The door clicked closed and you tried everything to get free, rolling around and pulling until your muscles screamed in agony so you screamed with your lungs.
"I thought we made such good progress."
Yelping at the voice you thought you were alone. The bed sunk a little as somebody sat on the edge of it, the voice sounded like the wardens.
"Maybe we should go back to square one?"
Leaning over you her hand rested against your head and you heard her breathing against the latex that covered your ear.
"He won't get far you know but this makes it clear. You're not well suited to be a nosy journalist it seems? So, let's get that mistaken idea gone and we can go back to having our fun yeah? Don't worry, my stepson has recently moved out with his girlfriend so I'm looking for a new sissy maid, up for the opportunity?"
You gargled in agreement and nodded your head, anything to get out of here.
She hummed approvingly. "Good but a few goes through the treatments first to smooth out any issues."
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