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Subject: Judith's Wet Pack Pt.2, by MrSpraycan


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	This item is of fictional nature. All persons and places in it are
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	*Copyright* is claimed, subject to the amendments below (c)1997 by
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	[I was inspired to write this by reading a guide to "Hospital
Restraints" filed in Jan 1997 to various newsgroups by
<lemut@premier.co.uk.> Used with permission.]

This is MrSpraycan Story No. 46.


JUDITH'S WET PACK, Pt.2

	There are several more nurses here now. Fresh faces, in white
trouser outfits, masks. A more purposeful crowd than the reception
committee. They take folded sheets from the soak tub and refold them to
match their purpose. Each sheet goes through rollers to expel any trapped
air. The idea of preparing the sheets in this way, and applying the pack
with Judith submerged is to see all air is excluded from the pack: Air acts
as an insulator. Applying the pack in the tank is easier because Judith is
relatively buoyant. They carefully wrap the sheets around each limb as
tightly and smoothly as possible. Cloth tapes tightly tie each sheet in
place prior to bandaging. Bandaging the thickest part of the limb first
tends to force the flesh to the thinner parts and make the limb more
uniform in thickness . Each turn of the bandage overlaps the preceding one.
Pressure is applied as evenly as possible to reduce the probability of
pressure sores. A lot of bandages are used, too. It seems extravagant, but
no amount of wriggling can loosen this binding.
	It may seem like a lot of work but, face it, Judith isn't going to
be unpacked for a while. To aid the wrapping operation, they rotate the
frame and Judith like a spit. A great improvement over manhandling the
enormous combined weight of Judith and her wet pack on a table. They
include her hands and feet in the wrapping process, removing and replacing
the cuffs one at a time. To help speed the process several hydro attendants
work at the same time on different body areas. The supervising  nurse
ensures that all the bindings are tight enough and that the pressure is
uniform. When binding the head, they use pads over the eyes to minimize any
gaps in the packing.
	After a couple of sheets have been wrapped around the torso,  a
short corset compresses the waist and controls respiration. She's getting
the harshest treatment they carry out here, known as a Code Eight. In the
case of a male, Judith knows, they'd be folding the man's penis back toward
the buttocks and holding it in position with pack sheets applied in the
style of a diaper. They'd hold the sheets in place with a tightly strapped
canvas waist belt and attached crotch straps designed to prevent erection.
	For her, it's different: she feels then fitting her anus and vagina
with short stubs of plastic tube, over an inch in diameter, to hold these
orifices wide open. Then tightly stuffing her vagina with several oversized
tampons, and corking her with a plastic bung with a catheter borehole
through it. Then taking a springy plastic clip to keep her labia spread
open. Spreading and taping the loose skin of her outer labia to her thighs.
Another special clip holds her clitoris, pinchng it till it's numb. Various
extra electrodes are attached to her nipples, armpits, labia, anus.  Once
her limbs, trunk, crotch, neck and head are satisfactorily wrapped, then
the next stage begins.
 They hoist the support-frame from the bottom of the tank so that Judith is
supported by it. They remove the ankle cuffs and place sheets between her
legs to fill any gaps. Securely, they wrap additional sheets around the
legs and the trunk and fasten them in place with bandages. At this stage
stronger bandages are used, made out of cotton sheeting. As the thickness
increase, it is no longer necessary to bandage after every sheet. They
splint her legs and body. The splint is a canvas corset-like device, with
stainless steel stays. It laces up the back and extends from the ankles to
beneath the armpits with adjustable shoulder straps. Fittings are provided
for a head-harness and shoulder brace to be attached. They lace up the
splint as tightly as possible, using heavy-duty buttonhook devices and
temporary straps.
	Once properly applied, Judith is held in absolute rigidity. Her
feet are going to be held en pointe, but for now, the splint is anchored by
a strap across the soles of the feet. They release the wrist cuffs and
remove the original frame altogether, leaving a waterlogged Judith bobbing,
nearly all of her underwater.
	They put each arm into a splint. Each splint has a mitt for the
hand. They tightly lace each arm splint from wrist to armpit.  They strap
the arms securely to the side of the body using the special canvas straps
built into the side of the body splint, passing the straps through the
loops in the arm splints. Then, extra-large sheets wrap her entire body,
from the crown of the head to the tips of the toes, as a single unit.  As
with any other wrapping operation, they pass each sheet at least 3 complete
times around Judith to ensure that it cannot be unwrapped. After the last
sheets are added they again bandage Judith from head to toe. The sheets are
100% cotton, they absorb and retain the maximum amount of water and provide
the minimum insulation.
	Now, Judith is bound with canvas cinch straps and slid into a heavy
canvas security-bag.  Remember, Judith is still immersed in the tank. The
staff fiddles around to make sure there is no air trapped in the bag. They
tightly lace and strap the security bag and then perform a final heavy
bandaging to prevent any possibility of air entering the bag when Judith is
raised out of the tank. Judith is then securely refastened to the support
frame with a number of canvas straps. Her feet are forced into an
exaggerated en pointe position using a ballet strap.
	Judith and her frame are hoisted out of the tank, and the excess
body-heated water drains off. As the water drains out of the pack no air
can pass back through the pack-sheets to fill the voids previously filled
by the water. Judith not only feels the oppressive weight of the wet
sheets, but also feels the pack draw tighter as the  sheets 'shrink' to
fill gaps previously filled with water. It is rather similar to being
vacuum packed, Fraunhoffer has told Pia. The canvas straps used to secure
Judith to the frame are retightened as any excess water drains from the
pack.
	Now they lift the hoisted frame and Judith clear of the tank.
Slowly, it's moved to the cold tank. It's right alongside, but this one has
just beem filled with water at freezing point, and will be kept that way by
a continuous stream of ice from a dispenser, and a recycle through a
refrigeration loop. In winter, it just gets fed from melt water off the
roof, but now they need a little help. There's ice on the surface, which
breaks as they gradually lower Judith into the tank.
	So all the warm water is removed from the pack, they hoist her out
and allow the pack to drain again, before re-immersing. This is done
several times in quick succession.  As the freezing water gradually passes
through the pack they hear Judith desperately trying to inhale more air
through the breathing tubes. The seeping cold water is making her oxygen
requirement shoot up.
	She's making a pitiful moaning sound, but Fraunhoffer shrugs off
Pia's worried glance.
	"We could give her a little shot of anaesthetic in the neck and
stop that noise you know, numb her vocal cords," a nurse suggests cruelly.
	"No, let her sing." Judith is trying to inhale all the air she can
as her metabolism increases to combat the cold. Seeing this, and aiming to
make her suffer, Fraunhoffer has a nurse fiddle with the air tubes, attach
a clamp squeezing them partly shut. As her air supply is reduced, it forces
her to stop wasting effort on making a sound, and reduces her breathing to
an asthmatic wheeze.
	"She'll think she's asphyxiating," he says.
	"She likes that," Pia contributes, knowing it's true. She'd watched
her girlfriend slowly strangle on a rope only weeks earlier, and seen how
intensely it excited her.
	After the initial immersion, Judith is left to soak in the tank.
	"Now the auto-immersion cycle starts," Fraunhoffer explains. "We
use a timer to determine when Judith will be hoisted out of the tank or
immersed. It's automatic. The timer has a random setting so she cannot
anticipate the next hoisting or immersion."
	"That's mean," Pia says with a little smile.
	"The period between immersions may be long enough for Judith to
become uncomfortably hot," he adds. "But, maybe not. The various sensors
will tell us everything we need to know. We can make sure she doesn't die,
but I think she'll come close a few times."
	Pia is pleased, becasue Judith will be too. They can make her
suffer more this way.  Judith will be left without any contact with the
outside world. How long? Maybe for as much as a week. They've left it bague
with the hospital so no one will be asking questions.
	The hell endured by Judith is hard to imagine. Itching,  cramps and
fear of immersion are her only companions. The timer switch also activates
the white-noise speakers in the hydro room, which effectively masks any
outside noise that Judith might otherwise hear. Since the white noise is
very loud, the staff wear hearing protectors while in the room. Judith is
protected by the ear plugs and layers of pack.

	The next day. Fraunhoffer is talking to a group of Asian students,
Pia is there too. He's shown a video, explained the wrapping process. He
says: "A wet-sheet-pack is clearly a fearsome method of discipline. Our
patient, Judith, has been transformed into an absolutely helpless and rigid
mummy, without even the slightest hope of escape.  Even her fingers, toes,
jaw and eyelids are immobilized. Even shivering is reduced to a minimal
level. I'm sure she has been reduced to a state of blind panic, but is of
course not able to communicate that panic to anyone or get any form of
comfort."
	"Why?" a young girl student asks, wide-eyed.
	"Because she longs to endure the extremes of human sensation. This
woman has been crucified, for fun. Flogged unconscious. She loves pain!"
	"Oh." The girl is stunned, but licks her lips, and looks around to
see if anyone can tell that this excites her. They don't, but Fraunhoffer
does. He makes a mental note to get her name.
	"Eventually all she'll feel here is the agony, and her thoughts.
This is the torture than breaks the strongest, and produces religious
visions, acid trip nightmares, and even normality in loonies."
	The students chuckle uneasily. Many know that their governments
want them to learn this technique.

	Judith is alone! Judith is being crushed and needs to move to
relieve the screaming cramps in her limbs and body. Judith cannot possibly
lie still any longer - but will! Judith has no idea when she will be
released or how much time has passed. Judith knows beyond doubt that she
has entered a living hell - if this can be called living. Judith is not
catheterized , so the question of urination soon arises, since they are
keeping her fluids in balance.
	 She's thinking, "Can I hold back until I am released?"
	"How long will I have to wait - just a few minutes, more?"
  Eventually Judith succumbs to the urge and is forced to urinate.

	"See all the yellow in the water? Check the monitor. Yeah, she's
pissing. Okay, I guess we need to turn up the recycle," an operator says,
looking up from an X-Men comic book.

	Later the issue will becomes defecation. They gave her some
glycerine suppositories. Oh, Judith will eventually be forced to succumb to
this, too, though she'll merely be leaking after all the enemas, the
earlier low-solids regime, and the saline and liquid drips. In addition to
the shame of fouling herself -- she'll have visions of lying in her own
waste, even if she isn't --  she'll be concerned about what "treatment" may
be meted out to her if she messes the tank so horribly. Something to worry
about.

	"I have some ideas for after, don't you, Pia? She'll be so ready
for sensation, I think she'll yell with joy, come like a madwoman, if we
flog her. Don't you?" Fraunhoffer says, munching on a bagel.
	"How much longer?" Pia asks.
	"Up to you."
	"Well, it could be days, you know. She'd want that."
	"Um. But I'm new to this and I want to avoid the possibility of
desquamation -- her skin falling off -- or serious mental imbalance. Watch
those dials. See how she's REMing? And watch the heart rate, see how it's
been zooming up and down. The temperature, skin, deep body? She'll have
some vivid memories of things that never even happened, her dreams will be
so real."
	"You sound like you've overcome your dislike of this technique,
doctor." Pia observes. "In fact, you're almost enthusiastic."
	"Well, under certain circumstances it might have its uses, yes . . ."
	"Such as?"
	"Oh, training a submissive women for her master. Or a guy for his
mistress. With the right subliminal messages masked in the white noise in
the tank, kind of post hypnotic stuff. Yes, this could have potential . . ."
	"Wasn't there a lot of trouble the last time German doctors liked
playing games with cold and helpless people?"
	"Ahem, yes, so I'm not going to make a big thing of it. I don't
think I'll publish this."
	"Ah, don't panic. You're safe with me, doc, I'm as unethical as
you, and just as self-centered as her, so don't worry."
	"But if either of you have any patients you'd like to refer. People
who call you about the film? Well hey, a dollar is a dollar . . ."
	"We have an added treat, these leads to the electrodes. We can give
her a nasty shock, and enliven those dreams some more," Pia reminds him.
	"Yes, it's getting to be that time. Nipples or pussy first, my dear?"

	"When is this going to end?"
	"I must have been here for hours!"
	"Is it night or is it day?"
	"Have I been in here for 6 hours or 24 hours or 2 days or a week?"
	" Nobody told me how long this treatment would last - they implied
it would only be a couple of hours, but I know it s been longer than that!"
	"Are they ever going to release me?"
	"The cramps keep getting worse and my muscles feel as if they are
being torn apart."
	"Are my arms turning blue?"
	"If only I could die."
	"Oh god, please let me out."
	But Judith is not released -- the treatment continues. Life remains
a living hell of alternating heat, cold, immersion, fear of drowning,
claustrophobia, suffocation,  cramps and unimaginable boredom. Nothing to
do but lie there, nothing to hear, smell, control or feel except the cycles
of immense cold. And every now and then, piercing pain in her sex or
breasts. Hell, on earth. There is no way to know when the next immersion
will come, or if it will come, and no way to judge the passing of time.

	Judith dreams on, her visions and fantasies becoming more bizarre
with each minute. It's late on the third day, but she doesn't know that.
	In the control room, Pia dumps her takeout Vietnamese food in a
wastebasket, hoists her skirt, begins to gently stroke herself, reading a
novel as she samples the wetness of her panties. Fraunhoffer is down on the
floor of the room, fiddling wit leads, administering shocks, his erect
prick in his hand. They wave to each other. He'll be up soon, and in the
mood for Pia.
	And Judith? She dreams.

ends

This story is based on extracts from a guide to "Hospital Restraints" filed
in Jan 1997 by <lemut@premier.co.uk.> Used with permission.

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