A new doctor (MMF/F)
Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 8:02 am
Author's note: Medical fiction and bondage here. No gore but read at your own risk!
Chapter 1
Trying to calm myself, I knocked rapidly on the door.
"Enter," was the curt remark. Inside, I found two individuals, a grey-haired man, maybe in his fifties or sixties and a plumb lady with the name "Roberts" stencilled on her left breast.
"Doctor...Carter Jamieson?" The grey-haired man read out from his open folder.
"That's me. Doctor...?"
"Henderson. George Henderson." He gestured to the single seat in front of him. "I'll be quick. First in your class in medicine. Recommended by lecturer to pursue any medical specialisation. Worked in young offender's home, police behavioural department...you haven't any medical experience, have you?"
"No but..."
"And you specifically and only wrote down 'mental health' as opposed to other medical issues. Why?"
"I've always an interest in cure the mental well-being of individuals. I believe any state of mind can be rectified and..."
"Ok, we're in a hurry today. Nurse, give Rd. Jamieson the file so he can read as we walk." Before I could even open the folder, they shot up and exited back into the hallway. Scurrying to catch up, I open the file. It was a long 'essay' reporting about an 18-year-old female named Catherine Granger. She had a history of anger tantrums and cases of violence, the latest destroying university property, injuring two tutors and four lecturers, causing them to suspend her and her scholarship.
"Here we are," the nurse announced, swiping a card to reveal a rather small room with a large black screen in front and another door.
"Wait here until you are called," the doctor said, as the nurse buzzed the two of them through the door. As it banged shut, I felt a wave of helpless surround me. Calming myself again, I look around and saw a switch near the screen. Curiosity building up, I flicked it and the screen rolled up to reveal a two-way mirror. There, the senior doctor and the nurse stood around a young girl, most definitely the subject Catherine, who was dressed in a dark blue spaghetti top, black bra straps visible, and in tight shiny black jeans. The three of them were definitely engaged in conversation but there seemed to be no audio speakers around. Having no ability to lip read, I could only guess they were arguing about the girl's anger problems. Suddenly, the girl shot up and definitely shouted at the two medical staff. She ran towards the locked door, slamming violently against it. She spun around and was about to strike Dr Henderson when Nurse Roberts grabbed her and to my shock, the doctor stabbed her arm! The teenager suddenly collapsed down on the ground.
"Hey, let me in!" I cried, pressing against the locked doorknob. It finally opened.
"I said for you to wait Jaimeson," Henderson said irritably. "But since we let you in, help Miss Granger out of her clothes."
"Out of...her CLOTHES?!" I cried.
"Hey, you want to pipe down? She's a violent girl and had to be sedated. We are preparing her for the jacket." I turn to see the nurse already yanking off the girl's top to reveal her full bra. "Go on help her."
"Is this right...legal? I thought we talk thoroughly with patients first, then help them into jackets clothed."
"She's really violent and was going to assault me. Now, help Nurse Johnson; the drug won't keep her unconscious for long."
I hesitated then bent down. The nurse had already unbuttoned her jeans to reveal pink bikini knickers underneath. The nurse turned her around with some of my help and unhooked her bra. That off, she peeled off the lower underwear and turned the girl back flat down. Immediately, despite my medical education, I felt a sharp erection.
"Check her for contraband and items," was the order. I started to question it, but the nurse proceeded as instructed checking her hair, ear lobes, nostrils, parting her lips, then searching, or rather quite fondling her breasts, poking her fingers up her anus and parting her vaginal lips.
"Clean," she said, snapping off her gloves. Out of nowhere, the nurse produced a thick white straitjacket and something else which appeared to be a pair or slightly thicker 'granny knickers'. Those went up to cover her vulva. Then, with more prodding from Henderson, I helped the nurse slip the 'sleeping' girl's arms into the straitjackets sleeves. Instead of the single or double straps for the front there were three and at the back there were four instead of three. The nurse sealed the back straps first and there were buckled instead of Velcro. She then, with some of my help, folded Catherine's arms horizontally, threading them through two loops before sealing the front bonds. Finally, the 'crotch strap' locked her into place. Testing the 'gown' for any loose parts, the nurse declared the unconscious patient ready.
"Ok thanks, nurse. I have to move on somewhere. Dr Jamieson, perhaps you and the nurse like to help our patient to the vehicle?"
That vehicle turned out to be a white rather unmarked van and boy was the girl heavy to drag up into the back. "One last thing, ankle cuffs," the nurse said.
"We've done her like a prisoner to Guantanamo Bay," I protested.
"Hey Doc, ever had a patient kick you in the balls?" The cuff went on and suddenly, the girl stirred. "Wh.." She mumbled.
"Oh yeah, this as well," and to further shock, the nurse presented a panel gag--I've seen BDSM parties before--which was expertly locked around the girl's head, turning her conscious cries into whimpered sounds.
"Let's roll," the nurse said in a wall intercom.
The drive took around twenty minutes and the vehicle's noise masked any conversation. Actually, there was none since the nurse stared away from me and the girl across from me was tightly gagged. I could definitely see her protest through the gag and shift around in her bonds and was quite sympathetic towards her. Moreover, I was quite shocked over the series of events from the interview to the striping to the straitjacket and now to this ride. The vehicle jerked to a stop and the nurse swung the doors open. Without any bidding, I unbuckled the straitjacketed girl and we both helped her down through the security card-locked doors. The reception area was nearby and the nurse trotted over, signing away at the counter.
"Hey doctor, I can take it from here. You may need to get your administrative stuff cleared, get the security cards and what not. I think Doc Henderson said to report at 0830 tomorrow? There are bunks. Night." With that, she pulled the poor, still quite groggy girl out of sight.
Still bewildered, I took several deep breaths before turning to the duty nurse and getting the necessary items ready. "Through those doors, take two rights pass through locked doors and there's the doctor's sleeping quarters," she said. "Oh, Doc said you might want to read this,†I was given a thick folder titled, "Henderson Mental Hospital: Policies, and Solutions."
To Be Continued
Chapter 1
Trying to calm myself, I knocked rapidly on the door.
"Enter," was the curt remark. Inside, I found two individuals, a grey-haired man, maybe in his fifties or sixties and a plumb lady with the name "Roberts" stencilled on her left breast.
"Doctor...Carter Jamieson?" The grey-haired man read out from his open folder.
"That's me. Doctor...?"
"Henderson. George Henderson." He gestured to the single seat in front of him. "I'll be quick. First in your class in medicine. Recommended by lecturer to pursue any medical specialisation. Worked in young offender's home, police behavioural department...you haven't any medical experience, have you?"
"No but..."
"And you specifically and only wrote down 'mental health' as opposed to other medical issues. Why?"
"I've always an interest in cure the mental well-being of individuals. I believe any state of mind can be rectified and..."
"Ok, we're in a hurry today. Nurse, give Rd. Jamieson the file so he can read as we walk." Before I could even open the folder, they shot up and exited back into the hallway. Scurrying to catch up, I open the file. It was a long 'essay' reporting about an 18-year-old female named Catherine Granger. She had a history of anger tantrums and cases of violence, the latest destroying university property, injuring two tutors and four lecturers, causing them to suspend her and her scholarship.
"Here we are," the nurse announced, swiping a card to reveal a rather small room with a large black screen in front and another door.
"Wait here until you are called," the doctor said, as the nurse buzzed the two of them through the door. As it banged shut, I felt a wave of helpless surround me. Calming myself again, I look around and saw a switch near the screen. Curiosity building up, I flicked it and the screen rolled up to reveal a two-way mirror. There, the senior doctor and the nurse stood around a young girl, most definitely the subject Catherine, who was dressed in a dark blue spaghetti top, black bra straps visible, and in tight shiny black jeans. The three of them were definitely engaged in conversation but there seemed to be no audio speakers around. Having no ability to lip read, I could only guess they were arguing about the girl's anger problems. Suddenly, the girl shot up and definitely shouted at the two medical staff. She ran towards the locked door, slamming violently against it. She spun around and was about to strike Dr Henderson when Nurse Roberts grabbed her and to my shock, the doctor stabbed her arm! The teenager suddenly collapsed down on the ground.
"Hey, let me in!" I cried, pressing against the locked doorknob. It finally opened.
"I said for you to wait Jaimeson," Henderson said irritably. "But since we let you in, help Miss Granger out of her clothes."
"Out of...her CLOTHES?!" I cried.
"Hey, you want to pipe down? She's a violent girl and had to be sedated. We are preparing her for the jacket." I turn to see the nurse already yanking off the girl's top to reveal her full bra. "Go on help her."
"Is this right...legal? I thought we talk thoroughly with patients first, then help them into jackets clothed."
"She's really violent and was going to assault me. Now, help Nurse Johnson; the drug won't keep her unconscious for long."
I hesitated then bent down. The nurse had already unbuttoned her jeans to reveal pink bikini knickers underneath. The nurse turned her around with some of my help and unhooked her bra. That off, she peeled off the lower underwear and turned the girl back flat down. Immediately, despite my medical education, I felt a sharp erection.
"Check her for contraband and items," was the order. I started to question it, but the nurse proceeded as instructed checking her hair, ear lobes, nostrils, parting her lips, then searching, or rather quite fondling her breasts, poking her fingers up her anus and parting her vaginal lips.
"Clean," she said, snapping off her gloves. Out of nowhere, the nurse produced a thick white straitjacket and something else which appeared to be a pair or slightly thicker 'granny knickers'. Those went up to cover her vulva. Then, with more prodding from Henderson, I helped the nurse slip the 'sleeping' girl's arms into the straitjackets sleeves. Instead of the single or double straps for the front there were three and at the back there were four instead of three. The nurse sealed the back straps first and there were buckled instead of Velcro. She then, with some of my help, folded Catherine's arms horizontally, threading them through two loops before sealing the front bonds. Finally, the 'crotch strap' locked her into place. Testing the 'gown' for any loose parts, the nurse declared the unconscious patient ready.
"Ok thanks, nurse. I have to move on somewhere. Dr Jamieson, perhaps you and the nurse like to help our patient to the vehicle?"
That vehicle turned out to be a white rather unmarked van and boy was the girl heavy to drag up into the back. "One last thing, ankle cuffs," the nurse said.
"We've done her like a prisoner to Guantanamo Bay," I protested.
"Hey Doc, ever had a patient kick you in the balls?" The cuff went on and suddenly, the girl stirred. "Wh.." She mumbled.
"Oh yeah, this as well," and to further shock, the nurse presented a panel gag--I've seen BDSM parties before--which was expertly locked around the girl's head, turning her conscious cries into whimpered sounds.
"Let's roll," the nurse said in a wall intercom.
The drive took around twenty minutes and the vehicle's noise masked any conversation. Actually, there was none since the nurse stared away from me and the girl across from me was tightly gagged. I could definitely see her protest through the gag and shift around in her bonds and was quite sympathetic towards her. Moreover, I was quite shocked over the series of events from the interview to the striping to the straitjacket and now to this ride. The vehicle jerked to a stop and the nurse swung the doors open. Without any bidding, I unbuckled the straitjacketed girl and we both helped her down through the security card-locked doors. The reception area was nearby and the nurse trotted over, signing away at the counter.
"Hey doctor, I can take it from here. You may need to get your administrative stuff cleared, get the security cards and what not. I think Doc Henderson said to report at 0830 tomorrow? There are bunks. Night." With that, she pulled the poor, still quite groggy girl out of sight.
Still bewildered, I took several deep breaths before turning to the duty nurse and getting the necessary items ready. "Through those doors, take two rights pass through locked doors and there's the doctor's sleeping quarters," she said. "Oh, Doc said you might want to read this,†I was given a thick folder titled, "Henderson Mental Hospital: Policies, and Solutions."
To Be Continued