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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 6:50:32 GMT -6
She didn't indicate when to stop, so Mick tightened the belt as far as it would go. "Is she really alright?" He asked John, who just shrugged. Sighing, Mick moved on to tightening the padded collar - flipping it up, then pulling it tight with an elastic string looped through the collar, with a plastic stopper to pull it taut fastened right against it. Then each of the chest straps - he pulled them as tight as they would go, then clicked their latches into place. Then lastly was the flap that went between her legs, keeping her from wriggling out from underneath - he pulled it up, and the strap for that extended through some special loops on the chest latches that clicked down into place, before connecting it to a latch just underneath her chin, pulling the collar straps tight through the latch too.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 7:12:58 GMT -6
The buckling and tightening continued on the back of Miraya’s jacket until they were done. As one of the giants behind her tightened the thick collar around her neck, she gulped loudly with her eyes shooting out for a few seconds at the sensation, showing her big goofy smile to them. She didn't move a single inch in the jacket, not knowing she couldn't escape like she wanted to. The beauty was complete at their beck and call under their hypnotic device as she stood in attention, ready to be taken to be taken back to the asylum by the two tall, muscular orderlies.
Miraya's waist was covered entirely - including her rear and between the legs - as one of the orderlies slid the straps through the loops, buckling them tightly like a regular belt upfront. The straitjacket and the hypnotic app on the smartphone made her feel slightly more heavier, knees bending down. She had no point in fighting at all. The jungle girl’s mind was so hazy, her heart was hammering against her chest as she stared at the psychedelic spirals with a bigger, goofier smile.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 7:45:42 GMT -6
"Just two left - apparently they all need to go as tight as they can." Mick shrugged, checking Miraya's face skeptically to make sure she could still breathe. "Right, the understrap..." A couple of straps with a t-junction each were hanging loose from below her crotch, so Mick pulled them up as tight as they would go, lifting Miraya a couple of centimeters off the ground by accident, and, holding them up, clasped the two t-junctions together and pulled them as far in as they would go, almost giving Miraya her hourglass figure back for a moment. Then he put the last strap all the way around below her shoulders, squeezing the thick sleeves in so her arms crossed under the tightening strap the forearms were already under.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 8:01:39 GMT -6
Even hypnotized and bound, there was still a chance for Miraya to be known as a jungle girl again. But once that final strap was locked into place, she would officially be a patient for the second. The jungle girl breathed heavily with a big smile, sticking her tongue out like a dog as her chest heaving the best as it could against the restraint of the bulky jacket. Her knees was getting weak again, making her bend down forward. When a sudden yank happened in between her legs, she gasped loudly with her eyes shooting out again and a cute, soft moan. Her trapped body stand up more straightly despite how heavy the jacket was.
The orderly kept yanking the strap tightly to dig deeper while the wild girl was grunting, then pulled again one last tug and connects it to the buckle with a single click.
“S-s-s-soft.....pretty colors.”
The wild girl’s mind was so hazy and blissful, she couldn't move her upper body. She grunted and gasped cutely as the giants kept buckling and strap her down for the thick sleeves, feeling her arms pressing and tugging around her as close as they could be in order to prevent her from doing any movement physically whatsoever. She even felt some belts and straps around the her, that slid through the loops to pull her arms even more deeper. She smiled widely again as they continued to strap up tightly, wobbling her head about in her daze. She wondered how much the giants needed to do again, already feeling her limit as they kept going until they were finally done.
“I’ll...b-b-b-be...a.....g-g-good little girl.” She mumbled softly loving the colors on the screen.
Once again, Miraya - the wild, the sexy and the untamable jungle girl - had fully imprisoned in a thick, heavy, tight leather straitjacket from her waist and between the legs to her neck. Her knees bend down on the front again, smiling blissfully with a goofy face. With her hypnotized by the app on the smartphone and trapped in a self-hugging cocoon, she wasn't going anywhere expect where the orderlies were sending her back to - the asylum.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 8:11:14 GMT -6
"Alright, let's get her back down to the road and call the rest of the guys, we've got her. Remember where you parked the van?" Mick asked, already setting off down the hill. "John?" Mick turned back - John was looking at the entranced Miraya as he kept holding the phone to her face. "I - it would be so easy, just to have a quick little kiss..." He leaned in before Mick slapped him across the back of the head. "No funny stuff with the patients. You know that. Now, come on." He reprimanded him - there was a special pocket for putting monitoring devices and such on the jacket, so he put the phone in there as it continued to remind Miraya of what a good girl she was. He tied a leash around one of the straps and started walking, gently guiding the girl down the hill with them as they returned to the van.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 8:51:14 GMT -6
Miraya was still standing helplessly despite how thick and heavy her straitjacket and the hypnotic app were, feeling nothing but comfort and bliss. The trapped jungle girl remained her of the snakes she met that hypnotized and held her tightly in their coils. She didn’t heard anything when the phone was slipped in her jacket, but she had heard a click on one of the straps upfront.
“I’ll follow your commands like a good little girl, master.” She droned hypnotically with a seductive tone that sounded sexy enough for any giant male orderly. She walked slowly like a zombie, taking one small step to another. On her visions, the psychedelic spirals changed into forms such as shapes of stars, hearts, and flowers, which made her giggled cutely because they looked adorable as her.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 9:06:25 GMT -6
John felt a tingle go up his spine as he heard her tone of voice as she responded to the voice commands, and looked over his shoulder at her regretfully. "C'mon, Mick man... Gimme a break..." John whined, but Mick just shook his head. "John, listen - first of all, she's under the influence of that app right now, so not only would it be misuse of hospital property, it'd probably be illegal. And you'll get fired if you're crazy enough to try while she's being treated. If you're that desperate, wait till she's cured then maybe you can ask her out, ok?" Mick snapped at him. "I don't have a chance without using that app..." John muttered to himself. They kept leading Miraya down the hill, till they reached their van - a dark blue vehicle with the same crazy-face logo as the asylum building. "Call the others and let them know we got patient 00." Mick said, swinging the doors on the back wide to reveal a white padded cell inside. The app switched a new voice command as they opened: "Go to sleep now... Good girl! Bedtime... Good little girl!" And continued on like that. He tugged Miraya over, lifting her up without much effort and tossing her in, taking the phone back out of her pocket and then locking her in, all whilst John talked on the walkie-talkie. "Patient 00?" He asked curiously. "Yeah, she's a special case. Dunno much about it but she's been pushed up in priority."
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 9:51:33 GMT -6
Miraya continued to walked down slowly, enjoying with ever small step of it without be dragged roughly like a dog. To her, it felt like the giants were letting her to spend some time for a nice, soft walk in bliss with limitations like it was some sort of game, and strangely loved it. The psychedelic spirals changed into vertical rainbow colors to make her feel like she was walking on the road. Once the orderlies stopped, the spirals returned and heard another voice command, having no idea she was lifted by the giant. She was ordered to fell into a deep, dreamless, peaceful sleep.
“Yesssss......” She hissed softy with a cute cub-like yawn, shutting her eyes slowly. “Night night time.”
She squirmed cutely and weakly to comfort herself that best she could with her limitations - too blissful, tired, and restrained to put her best effort as slept soundly in peace like a baby. Though she was tossed in the van roughly the hardest she ever had, landing softly into the thick, soft floor. She felt more like if she was floating for a quick second than a thrill. She lied there on her padded floor, dreaming about nothing but the colors she saw recently with a big, goofy, cute smile.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 10:06:42 GMT -6
The muscle-covered orderlies hopped into the front of the van and started driving back down the path toward the asylum. A few hours into the drive other vans that had been searching through the jungle searching for Miraya turned in onto the same path, till a fleet of the dark blue vans were roaring down the path, startling and scaring away the wildlife the jungle girl loved to play with. There was a little barred window looking into the cell from the driver's section, and John spent a lot of the journey staring through at her, but Mick kept reprimanding him and threatening to tell the directors, so eventually John stopped, sulking. And at last they reached the tall gates of the asylum - but didn't stop at the courtyard for the front gate. The doors of the garage raised, and they drove in to a designated parking spot where staff was already present with tazers, iron collars on poles and injections, in case she struggled too much - it was standard procedure for a higher priority patient, not based on her previous behaviour specifically. John left straightaway, not part of the extraction since he was less experienced, and Mick opened the doors on Miraya's cell after putting on some protective gear. Biting could wound people surprisingly badly in these situations.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 10:52:38 GMT -6
Miraya didn’t even felt the bumps along the jungle floor on her way back to the asylum during her hypnotic nap, as it sped off to her return destination, awaiting to her soft, padded prison like the back of the van she was in but little bigger. Miraya slept the nap hours away, lying on her back in a soft cell. She occasionally twitched and snored cutely like a baby. With a small window in the back of the van that faced the front of it and the jungle girl sleeping, she couldn't tell if was still daytime or not. Her ears began to twitch as she heard a small bumping sound, moaning softly as she try shifted hear head the best she could and fluttering opened her eyes.
“What.....happened?”
Miraya attempted to stretch her arms but couldn't move them at all. She tried to shake her head, sitting up as she looked around what she saw. The wild beauty looked down, knowing she was once again restrained in a bulky red leather straitjacket with only her head and bare legs sticking out. Under the thick garment, Miraya was still wearing her loincloth and in her chest, she could she her patient number.
“Great.” She said with a grumpy face, standing herself back up by the upper right corner of the cell with her eyes half shut. Just great. They told me a lie and I've been hunted again.”
Rather than going wild by struggling and hitting herself against the soft walls, she decided it would be best to stay calm the best as she could no matter how much she hated, taking deep breaths much as she could. She took a few steps around the cell to paste and reduce her stress, knowing the van already stopped.
As she heard the doors shut upfront of the van, she took a few steps to stand on the middle in front the back doors. The orderlies slowly opened as they entered the cell, blocking Miraya's way for a brief talk.
“Okay, you hunters won a game of prey and predator and I lost for the second time.” She sighed stressfully.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 11:17:47 GMT -6
"Well, it was technically a note from the doctor. Anyway, it's good that you're keeping calm - keep that up and you'll be out in no time, I'm sure." Mick consoled her, and clamped his neckring around her, nodded to the other orderly who did likewise, and they walked her out the back of the van, kept at a distance but forced to walk by the poles now clamped around her. As they led her to her cell, staff cleared corridors and walkways for them to pass. They didn't take the elevator, climbing up every staircase to the very top floor. "Sorry to do this to you, kid." Mick whispered to her before opening up a large metal door - the two orderlies undid their neck-rings, then chucked her inside. There was a viewscreen on the ceiling, where they knew she couldn't reach, and a doctor was already visible there. "Hello there, patient 0. Please state your name for the record. If you behave very well I might pull some strings and get your cell walls painted like a jungle." He explained in a flat voice. The padded room was barren save for a prison-style cot, though the mattress looked quite soft, and a padded toilet and washbasin in the corner - making sure she didn't need to leave the room more than strictly necessary decreased chance of escape. It was a little large than her previous cells, if she wanted she could run a lap inside. The reasoning was that given the patient's mental condition and strong aversion to confined captivity, a minimum of room might be needed to ensure her physical health stayed intact.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 12:44:17 GMT -6
While Miraya wasn’t too easy with the thick neckring, she playfully struggled in her straitjacket rather than violently to make herself feel good again, noticing how the orderlies find it cute. Once it was tightly on as a transport collar, she breathed more deeply and felt it was somewhat suffocating her. The jungle girl showed no resistance and screaming in profanity like the last while walking out of the van and by the poles with her restraints on. The little beauty was still squirming cutely for a bit of movement and playfulness. When the orderlies escorted her out of the corridors and walkways and into stairways, she accepted their apology took every step slowly to follow their commands. “It’s okay, you know I go up and climb a lot at home.”
The staircase was the least colorful-looking part inside of the asylum; the stairway was mostly in light gray with blue numbers painted on each floor.
Miraya tilted her head in curiosity, wondering what kind of treatment she was to receive other than the previous ones like tickling and spanking. Still, the beauty’s thought allowed her to compose herself and she started walking along again with Mick and John. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at the door as they proceeded to the stairway. She kept following them to the top floor, playfully struggling in her heavy, tight jacket without breaking a sweat, as they went higher on the staircases. Her feet tapped against each step until they reached the door on the top floor, the number painted above in blue. Once the door was opened up she proceeded on into the plain white walkways with metal doors. The jungle girl felt very shy about it, not going overboard with her struggles because it reminded her the ruins used as a prison her wolf mother told her about.
The jungle girl calmly kept with the orderlies in their grips, thinking about out her everyday life in the wild rather than her current situation to stay calm. Once they stopped to a certain door, she breathed deeply, waiting for one of them to opened it until they were. Her transport collar was finally off of her encased neck and breathed more normally, being tossed back into her padded cell by the giants and landed onto the soft floor. She looked up at screen on the ceiling to say a few things, standing herself back up.
“My name is Miraya the Jungle Girl and I’m nineteen-years-old.”
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 12:54:34 GMT -6
"Very good. Now for your health and safety do not damage anything in your room, and do not cause harm to yourself, otherwise we will be forced to use the hypnosis program through this viewscreen. Your first treatment will be in 2 hours. Enjoy your stay at the asylum, and get well soon." And with that the program blinked off. To keep her going, a tray of food was pushed through a reinforced slot onto a table built into the wall next to the door. There was some fruit salad, and an open can of coconut cola with a straw in for a drink. Very faint ambient music played, and a video of a cloudy blue sky went onto the viewscreen to try and make the patient feel more at home with her environment.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on Jun 4, 2020 14:06:31 GMT -6
Once the screen on the ceiling changed into a video, Miraya playfully paste around her padded prison and playfully struggled in her thick, heavy straitjacket for her enjoyment without hitting herself against the soft walls and breaking anything. She needed to get used of staying in the asylum the best as she could unlike her first hospital stay or she would end up taking more harsher treatments or worse. She lightly jumped around the cell, including on the bed, which made her feel more happier like if she was at her home despite her limitations. When she instantly saw her tray of meal slid into her room onto the padded table, she stopped doing her light jumps and walked towards her food and drink. The jungle girl placed head down, facing the fruit salad and ate it in a animalistic way like a creature at the zoo with some juice covered on her face, since the staff did not provide her with a plastic fork or spoon. She tried the coconut-flavored soda for the first time. Not only she loved it but was also an unfamiliar taste she never had before at the Jungle.
After the jungle girl was done with her meal, she walked towards her bed to lay down, placing the back of her head on the thick, soft pillow. Miraya continued to struggle in her thick, heavy straitjacket but more energetic, making funny faces with her tongue out and moved around her widened eyes wildly. Maybe it was okay for her show some of her inner animals for the fun of it without breaking any rules. The beauty never wanted to feel like a prisoner.
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Post by June on Jun 4, 2020 14:21:23 GMT -6
The monitoring staff watched through their screens in the next room. "Want a coffee?" One asked. "Sure. Black, thanks." "If she does anything cute again put it on record for me, ok?" "You got it bud." The one left, and the other continued watching her carefully. He hoped soon the doctor would approve removing the straitjacket, after all she seemed to have a little difficulty with it. But it was also quite... Well it was adorable the way she struggled in it. The two had broken the rules a little and gotten tapes to record some of the footage on. As she made funny faces he laughed, slapping his knee - it'd caught him by surprise, which made the humor all that more effective.
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