Diplomatic Immunity, Part One

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

Preparation and Restraint

Delilah

They’d obviously put something into the soft drinks, surprisingly supplied with my last meal. About two hours after, I became very thirsty and drank another bottle of the sweet concoction, then, feeling dizzy and very lackadaisical, I lay on the narrow cot and just stared up at the bare, concrete ceiling. I retained the ability to think clearly and recognize what was going on around me, but my limbs seemed to have turned to lead and responded only feebly to my attempts to move them rapidly or forcefully.

What was this for? Why had they drugged me? I’d been extremely obedient and contrite, and they knew I couldn’t escape this room ... and there I lost concentration. The door opened some time later.

“Good afternoon, Miss Mahjalis.”

It was the doctor who’d been to examine me about ... what? A week ago? Ten days ago? I’d lost complete track of time.

“Go-go-good A-a-af-af-af ...” I tried to speak.

“Please don’t try to talk,” he said soothingly, coming over to my side and taking my pulse then looking into my eyes. For some reason, uncalled-for tears began to well from their corners and trail down my cheeks. “Now, just relax while we prepare you, then I’ll help you onto the stretcher. We’ll be taking you to the hospital in a few moments.”

“B-b-but I-ah ... no-not si-sick,” I burbled at him in misery and dull consternation.

“The Ambassador and your father require that you be taken there, my dear, so just relax, Okay?”

What could I do? The two escorts quickly pulled off my chador, and I lay there on the thin mattress, completely naked before them. I heard the pop of a suitcase’s locks being opened, and then a moment later, they began to fit wide, padded leather, surgical restraint cuffs around my wrists, upper arms, and ankles. I was too out of things to hear the small clicks when they were locked snugly tight, then a wide belt was passed around my waist and some sort of harness was arranged from its front, up over my shoulders, and secured behind my back. It was uncomfortably tight, and I blushed fiercely, feeling the band that passed up between my large breasts, separating and making them stand out vulnerably, joggling with each breath I took. Although no hands touched me in an intimate way, my n*****s swelled out into flinty buds from the sensations of the things being fastened to my limbs and body, then the next set of the padded bands was cinched around each of my thighs, just above my knees. The doctor raised my head and slipped a wide, cervical collar around my neck then attached a set of narrower straps to it: under my chin, at the sides, and at the back. The collar was integrated to the waist cinch and shoulder harness with wide straps descending from its base at the front and back, these first locking onto the wide strap between my breasts at the front, and a thing between my shoulder blades at the back. From these anchoring points they descended to the waist cinch and were fastened into fittings on it then tightened so that, a moment or two later, I discovered that the arrangement prevented me from arching my body.

“Please open your mouth for the teeth guards and breathing tube, Miss Mahjalis,” the doctor asked politely.

“Aaauuhh .. I-I-I ... Aaauuugghhh ...”

The teeth guards were slipped into my opened mouth with ease, positioned top and bottom, and then a short, flattened oval tube of some sort was placed between them and pushed far back into my mouth until there came a small set of clicks. I could still move my tongue freely; but it wasn’t the least bit comfortable! I stared up at the doctor in misery, but he just smiled then reached down to my braced, tubed neck and brought up the straps from under my chin. These threaded through loops on the front, lip covering panel of the breathing tube, came up over my cheeks, and were connected to the others rising from the sides and back of the collar. I waved my leaden hands, trying to raise them to my face, for I had discovered that I couldn’t spit out the strange, uncomfortable contraption.

“Aaaauuuggghhh! Uuuuhhhh!” I moaned, feeling my arms drop to the coverlet beside me. Of course I tried to object to being fitted with these things but could manage only vague movements of my limbs and incomprehensible, partial words.

“There, there,” he soothed. “Just relax, Miss Mahjalis.”

A moment later, I was assisted onto a stretcher that seemed to have magically appeared in the room, and I sat for a moment with my eyes closed, suddenly dizzy. He helped me to lay down then rolled me onto my left side, and I felt some movement behind, between my shoulders and at my waist. I was slowly rotated onto my back to lie staring up at the ceiling once more, then a second later, I heard the distinctive, metallic, jingling noise of a buckle. Suddenly, at either side of my waist and chest, wide, thick straps pulled my body tightly onto the stretcher’s surface! Again the distinctive noise came, and I felt my arms at the wrists, and also above the elbows, similarly drawn against the thin mattress, held away from my body and unable to touch it, no matter how hard I tried. My legs were the next to be immobilized when a heavy strap was threaded through heavy steel loops on each cuff and buckled to a wider one that crossed the stretcher, and then my ankles were pulled apart when more straps were connected to their cuffs and drawn tight so that I lay with legs spread apart, unable to bring them together.

“Just a couple more things to do, and you’ll be ready to go, Miss Mahjalis,” he said calmly, bending down beside my head.

He gently pressed a pair of thick, wide, rubber things into my nostrils, sealing them completely and forcing me to breathe through my mouth, and then he raised a green rubber mask to cover my chin, mouth, and nose. When he pressed it closer to my face, I felt a small click when the mask connected itself to a fitting on the thing between my teeth. I gasped fearfully when this was done, fearing I would be unable to breathe properly; however my air flow was uninterrupted, and he ensured that the mask remained clamped tightly into my sensitive facial skin by fastening everything to the snaring straps that already webbed my head!

“Just relax, Miss Mahjalis. This arrangement ensures that you breathe properly and will make it much easier for you to be anaesthetised.”

“Anaesthetised!!!???” I asked myself fuzzily. “Whatever for?”

“Now, you’ve probably found that your eyes have become very sensitive to light in the last hours, my dear, and so to prevent any damage to your sight, I’m going to fit you with a panel that will help us protect it. Please close your eyes now and keep them that way for a moment, OK?”

I did as he asked, already drowsy, and then I felt shaped pads placed lightly over them. Each had a wide, very sticky, surrounding margin, and after they’d been pressed gently into place and their rims smoothed down, I discovered that I couldn’t open them! I was utterly blind and a whimper of fear hissed into the breathing tube. He patted my hand as the panel was fastened to the head harness. I felt my thick black hair brushed away from each of my ears and a soft plug of some sort was pushed deeply into each so that all sound was eliminated! Next, I felt a vibration on the mask when an air hose from a ventilator was attached, and a second later, I found that I was being made to breathe to a disconcerting and unstoppable mechanical cadence! There was a faintly sensed set of clicks, one on each side of my cervical collar and at the top of my head, then the snaring straps were tightened smoothly and my head sank deeply into a pillow. I couldn’t even twitch, so tightly had I been fastened to the stretcher!

God! A sudden wail of fear hissed between my spread teeth, and I struggled against the restraints as much as my drugged state permitted, trying to squirm free of the cuffs, straps, waist belt, shoulder harness, and head straps, managing to sit up slightly.

“She has too much upper body mobility,” I heard very faintly. There were two clicks at the tops of my shoulders, and a second later they there both were pulled down, hard. “A little gas, if you please, to quieten her down.”

A funny taste entered my mouth from the tube, and I couldn’t avoid inhaling it! My limbs seemed to deaden almost instantly, and I began to drift into unconsciousness. Covering sheets were drawn up and tucked in loosely on the sides of the stretcher, fully concealing the network of tightly cinched straps that fastened me to it.

“Excellent! That went surprisingly well, gentlemen. Now, let’s get her into the ambulance.”

I vaguely felt the smooth movement of the stretcher being pushed along the hall and into the elevator, but I had no way of stopping what was happening. Blinded, virtually deafened, securely fastened, and effectively gagged by the things fastened into my mouth, this was my first experience of being restrained. I was held utterly helpless; capable of being sedated instantly with a blast of anaesthetic gas ... and I didn’t like it a bit! Since that day, I have never escaped wearing restraints of some kind, but this arrangement, despite its seeming severity, was only child’s play when compared to what I was soon to live with. Unseen tears of despair and misery pooled in my eyes, and I continued to struggle weakly while I was wheeled to the ambulance, but my attempts counted for nothing at all, and a moment later, I’d been loaded into the back of the vehicle. It started up then drove silently from the embassy grounds.

My time had come.

Iman Dalhar

To date, the affair concerning Delilah Mahjalis had gone exceedingly smoothly, I reflected, looking down from the window and watching the ambulance quietly depart with its cargo. Actually, I’d been quite surprised and pleased with the results of the negotiations with Doctor Jannason. Initially, he’d been a little concerned with what Delilah’s father wanted, then for whatever reason, he’d convinced himself that his oath was not being transgressed and matters had proceeded quickly from that point. Now, she was beginning her voyage of repentance and punishment for her foolishness.

She was, I mused, intelligent and strong-minded, even though a young woman of only eighteen years. It would indeed be very hard for her to accept what was soon to happen to her body and life, but perhaps she would eventually grow used to the fate that had befallen her. I hoped that she would learn to adapt to her situation and new life situation, given time. There were other arrangements to be made on behalf of her father, and I instructed my secretary to make the appropriate airline reservations, then I again read the latest communication from him. It gave further, detailed instructions as to how she was to be treated upon her return to the embassy and the scheduled inspections I was to make while she was at the hospital. As usual, the directions supplied were concise and all-enveloping, leaving no room for any kind of error or diversion. He obviously had wealth to burn, and in this case, was going to employ it where he thought it would do the most good.

Delilah had deeply enraged her father, offending his sense of propriety and how she should act as a female. I shook my head with sympathy for what she was going to have to endure, for she, I was certain, was soon to become a very, very sorry young woman indeed.

Dr Jannason

We arrived at the hospital without incident and were quickly installed within the suite that had been reserved. The administration had been alerted that the special diplomatic patient requiring discretion had arrived, and so there was no fuss made of her arrival. Delilah was soon placed in her bed, but before removing her from the stretcher, I administered an additional shot of sedative to keep her unconscious for another thirty minutes. Only when she’d sunk fully into the arms of Morpheus was she transferred to the sturdy bed, and her restraints were quickly attached to its waiting loops, rails, and straps. I loosened her leg bonds and fitted her with a urinary catheter as well as an anal one; these being held in place by a wide, thick, formed rubber strap through her crotch and connected at the front and back of her waist belt. A quick inspection of her body harness and head restraints followed and her breathing arrangements remained unchanged, but I took the precaution of integrating them to the hospital’s oxygen supply. Only then was a feeding tube worked carefully down her throat, and lastly, a series of small, self-adhesive electrodes were attached to her body; connected to the function monitors on the shelf above the head of the bed.

She, as most immobilized patients do, instinctually fought against her restraints, but they were escape-proof, given both the manner of their fastening and the fact that all required keys for their locks. Delilah would be unable to open any, even if permitted enough freedom to touch them. Unfortunately for her, there would be few chances of that being granted during her stay in the hospital, for she would always be kept under strict surveillance and supervision. God alone knew, I reflected, what awaited her after she was returned to her home and the remaining pieces of her new equipage was fitted.

It would provide little in the way of comfort for her; but nevertheless, I placed a call button in the delicate, slightly curled, long, artist’s fingers of her right hand then checked that all of the monitoring pads remained firmly glued onto her body and pulled a light coverlet over her. The last thing I did was to draw the shades and turn out the lights before leaving her, fastened securely to her bed in the guarded room. While I walked down the hall to the offices that were a part of the suite, I thought more about the young woman who was now virtually imprisoned in the room. She was indeed very beautiful: some one hundred and sixty cm tall and weighing fifty-five kg. Her breasts were quite well developed, and she seemed to have reached physical maturity more quickly than her North American peers. Too, Delilah had an extremely narrow waist, set off by wide, flaring hips below that would now, once the procedures she was to undergo were completed, be denied the chance of bearing children. Given the nature and design of the appliances she’d soon have mounted on and within her body, it would not be possible. Her face was one of classic beauty; completely stunning with wide violet eyes and smooth features, so I could easily understand why any man would fall desperately in love and want to possess her utterly. She currently had waist length, jet black, glistening hair, but this, unfortunately, would soon become a thing of the past. As a part of her punishment, Delilah was to have every hair on her body, even her eyelashes, forever epilated by means of the newest laser treatment. I’d arranged for this also, but nevertheless, she would still be a very beautiful woman.

There was much more work to complete for the next day’s procedures, and I wanted all to be in readiness for them. Upon entering the office, I found that a number of sealed boxes had been deposited on my desk. I closed the door then sat and began opening them to inspect the contents. Each small container was home to a weighty piece of gleaming metal, with the larger ones containing the various sets of wide steel bands for her limbs. The last and largest contained the tools needed to lock them permanently in place and I knew that even now, the remainder of the things she’d soon wear were en route from the engineering firm to my regular office.

I replaced the various pieces of surgical metalwork in their containers, these later to be taken to the operating theatre and sterilized, then got into the unending paperwork that even a private patient such as Delilah required. At some point in the next day or so, she would be required to sign the consent forms, permitting the unspecified operations to take place. The Ambassador would be here to explain the situation, as well as to act as an official witness to her signatures, and I was quite sure she would not present us with any problems in this area. It was late in the evening when I finally finished, and, being unmarried with few encumbrances, I returned to Delilah’s room. Before leaving my office, I rang the kitchen and requested that a liquefied, bagged meal be sent up. One of Delilah’s escorts sat alertly in a chair outside the locked door, and when I approached, he wordlessly unlocked it to let me in.

The room remained in semi-darkness with only her lightly covered form on the bed visible in silhouette against the lighter shade; it illuminated by an outside street light with her air and feeding hoses looping down to the semi-reclined and tightly masked face. I walked over to stand beside her then turned on the bedside light at its lowest level. The monitors above indicated that she’d been unconscious since her arrival, but that she was now slowly coming awake. Delilah still wore the blinding eye panel and deafening earplugs and would continue to do so for most of her stay. They would only be completely removed upon her return to the embassy.

I extracted an earplug for a moment then reached down and clasped her strapped-down right hand. She, of course, remained completely and securely fastened to the bed with the thick, leather bands holding her legs and feet separated from each other and her hands and arms away from her body. I looked at the gently rising and falling sheet covering the hummocks of her breasts then up to her head. She tried to roll it from side to side against the tension of its harness of securing straps, but only a small motion was permitted. Then, knowing now that she was no longer alone from the sensation of me holding her hand, she writhed frantically within the confines of her tight, surgical restraint network, obviously trying to sit up, while faint wails of distress pulsed into the hose connected to her mask. She calmed a little after five minutes of fruitless struggling, then, desperately holding onto my hand with all her strength, tried to speak around the teeth guards, the air hose covering her tongue, and the tube down her throat.

“‘Elp! “Elp! ‘Elp ‘eeee!”

“Please try to relax, Miss Mahjalis,” I soothed in a low voice, squeezing her hand gently. “You’re in the hospital now, and everything is proceeding according to plan. You need not worry about your safety. The day after tomorrow, your operations will begin, and then you’ll be returned to the embassy, and soon after that, you’ll be sent home to your family.”

“... Ooohhh. “Oooooo!! ‘llleeeeaaassseee!! N-n-no!” she managed to articulate around the intrusive air and feeding tube, and then she began to sob and jerk hysterically at her bonds again.

I felt sorry for her, but my contract was iron clad, and so for the next moments, I continued to sit and hold her hand loosely while she tried to accommodate herself to her situation. The anaesthetic gas component had been removed from her air supply, and by now, the soporific that had been in her soft drinks was completely gone. She was fully aware of what had happened to her and had regained the strength that had been sapped by the drugs. However, her reacquired strength was of no value. She could not escape her restraints, and for additional long moments, she twisted and writhed in desperate futility against them until, at last, she lay in exhaustion under the coverlet, small sobs shaking her strap-snared shoulders.

It was at that point that the door opened and the tray with her food bag was brought in by the stony faced escort. I hung it on the stand beside the head then plugged the end of the hose from the bottom of the bag into the Y fitting on her facemask.

“You must be fed now, Miss Mahjalis. This arrangement works the same way as does the water tube, and you will not have to worry about choking, for the food will go directly into your stomach,” I explained while her head attempted to twist from side to side.

I released the clip and the warm semi-liquid paste began to slide into her mouth through the gagging tube and down her throat. She bucked against her straps in rebellion for a moment then subsided again and just let it happen. When the food bag had been completely emptied, I gave her a long drink then held her pinioned hand again. Continual trembles shook her fingers, and I squeezed gently while she tried once more to talk around the tubes. Her attempted words were incomprehensible, but it was patently obvious she desperately wanted to be released from her confinement. This, of course, was perfectly natural but impossible for many reasons. Finally, she stopped trying to speak and long shuddering sobs shook her quivering body.

“Miss Mahjalis, a nurse will check on you constantly, and if you feel the need for some sort of comfort, just press the call button. I’ll put it back in your fingers in a moment. Now, before I go, I must replace your earplug for they are specifically required by your father. They’re designed to eliminate most sound but will feed in what is known as white noise, so that your mind will not be adversely affected. According to his instructions, you are to remain silenced, deafened, and effectively blinded for the next while.

“In the meantime, I should tell you that I will be your attending physician even after you are returned to your father and for a considerable time after that. I feel sorry for you, young lady; but I know what has brought you to this unhappy time and place in your life. I have been commissioned to ensure that you will be fitted with ... ah ... certain appliances that your father feels are necessary to ensure you behave properly from now on and are controlled as he feels you should be.

“In this area, Miss Mahjalis, I shall do my very best to ensure that the things you will soon wear are fitted to you as painlessly as possible and that they are as comfortable to live with as I can make them, given their ... ah ... rather punitive nature and intent.

“I’ll be back to check on you during the day tomorrow. Twenty-four hours from now, you will be given a mild sedative. At six the following morning, a full, general anaesthetic will be administered in preparation for the procedures you are to undergo. It is now time for me to leave, and so I will bid you a good night.”

I gently reinserted the earplug, even though she struggled valiantly against her bonds, then I tucked in the sheet and lowered the bed to only a slightly raised, prone position. With a last glance, I turned out the light and left the room. My instructions had been followed, I thought grimly to myself, in that she had now been given enough information to terrify her quite thoroughly about what was soon to come, and she was utterly helpless to avoid or escape it. She would remain securely fastened in her bed, with wondering horrified thoughts whirling in her mind, for the next day and a half. I didn’t think she’d sleep much, helpless and vulnerable in her cocoon of darkness and silence.