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Capture Protocol II

By Zrathie

Jaime opened his eyes. He was looking up at the ceiling of a room back inside the automated mental hospital. Memories of the previous night came back to him. He had escaped his room by going down a laundry chute in the ward. He had made it outside only to be tagged with aphrodisiac paintballs and hunted down by an inflatable living-latex deer. He was becoming more aware of his body now that the sedative was beginning to wear off. He couldn't remember past reaching the front gate that's where they must have nabbed him.

He was lying on his back bound in five-point restraints. He was strapped to a rubber-sheathed bare mattress on a hospital bed, but unlike last night the straps felt much beefer and the buckles were padlocked. At least the ones he could see. His upper-arms and wrists, upper-legs and ankles each have their own strap. He even had one over his middle. Jamie's tail lashed to and fro, the only limb that had freedom. Thankfully he wasn't nude. His body was clothed in a tight white compression catsuit. It was form-fitting and made with an elastic fabric. Jamie attempted to struggle, but he was trapped.

He was in a hospital room with a window with vertical blinds drawn over it. It had a bedside table, sink and waste bin, a chair and a tray table on casters put near a wall. There was a door that led into a small ensuite with a toilet, washbasin and shower and a large double door that led out into the ward. Jamie couldn't be sure he was in the same part of the large building, but the patient rooms seemed to have a similar layout.

The next thing he was aware of was the muzzle he was wearing. The tight black latex muzzle was wrapped around his long vulpine snout and strapped to the back to his head. The muzzle was keeping a gag stuffed in his maw. A transparent plastic tube led up to a box-shaped device with a screen mounted on an IV pole. There was another pipe leading from the box to wall socket above his bed that was labelled water. A cord was plugged into the pole-mounted machine. Jamie followed the cable from the device to a small corded remote. The remote had been placed near his right hand paw, but his struggles must have shifted it a short way down lower. He reached for it. The tips of his black rubbery pads brushed over a button. He pressed it, hoping it was the call nurse button.

A screen on the side of the machine turned on, and it displayed a drinking glass. Then water flowed down the pipe towards Jamie's muzzle. In a panic, Jamie pressed the button over and over, hoping to stop the flow. To his horror, he had queued up eleven of the drink actions on the screen. They displayed in the top right of the screen as a drink icon, the multiplication symbol and the numerals eleven next to it. Just then, the water flowed into his mouth. It wasn't as bad as he feared. He could keep up with the flow, and the machine would cut it off just before it was getting uncomfortable to swallow.

He could breathe through his nose, and his panic subsided. A new worry came when Jamie realised he had been drinking for about two minutes and was still on his first drink request. The machine finally changed to ten requests when Jamie felt he had drunk at least a cup of water.

By the third dose, Jamie was now concerned about his bladder. He had woken up with the typical need to piss, but this forced feeding of water only made the fox shudder. There was a toilet only a few metres away, but it may as well have been on the moon for how he was bound.

By the sixth dose, Jamie was getting desperate. As he gulped down the fluid, his bladder cried for release. The stream of water was urging his urethra to unwind and let all his urine discharge. Water sloshed over Jamie's tongue as he fought for authority over his bladder continence. It was getting too hard to ignore his acute need to urinate. Just as he thought he would lose control, the water flow stopped. He was only up to dose seven.

His gag came to life again. More water was forced into Jamie's muzzle. Why did he have to spam that button? Drinking kept his focus on his full bladder, not allowing his mind to wander. Jamie's urinary sphincter began to spasm at the start of dose eight. The sloshing water in his mouth was making him succumb.

A squirt of piss left his urethra before he could stop it. Jamie quickly clamped down despite his burning urethra stemming the flow. It was just a leak. He felt this leak had only made the tip of his sheath wet but not enough to leave a mark on his pristine white uniform. He was drinking much slower, but the machine would only pause for a few moments. Another tiny squirt slipped past his dam wall as the device changed to dose nine.

Jamie kept control of his strained bladder until the beginning of dose eleven, the final drink. Piss rocketed out from his urethra for two whole seconds. The water sloshing over his flexible tongue was tempting him to release more. Jamie stopped the leak as the last of the water flowed into his gag. He had done it. He breathed through his nose and took several seconds to calm his body.

Despite his leak, Jamie was back in control of his bodily functions. His bladder soon returned to a full but manageable level. The forced drinking was the real torture he had a much better time of it now it had finished. Suddenly the door to his room slammed open, and a coyote nurse bot walked in pushing a gurney.

The coyote nurse robots Jamie had seen were based on bipedal coyotes. They stood at an average height and had a rubber-like skin that was bright glossy white. They all had an androgynous body type. They had a tail and arms and legs, five fingers on their hand paws and four toes on their toe paws. They had a lanky frame with thin arms and legs and smallish torsos. They were nude but completely sexless laking any approximations to genitals, just a smooth crotch between their thighs. In Jamie's mind, it made sense since he assumed the nurse bots could be placed in a large autoclave for sterilisation or bleached with cleaning chemicals.

The bipedal machine looked at Jamie with solid green eyes. The head shape was what gave away what species their designer had based them on. They were capable of expressions with eyelids and muzzle conforming to crude displays of pre-programmed emotion. Jamie could feel the wetness of the small leak near the crotch of his bodystocking. What would the coyote bot make of his minor leak?

The bot walked over and began to remove the tubing from his muzzle gag. The robot started to unstrap Jamie muzzle. He slowly peeled back, turning it inside out in the process. The machine stopped when it was rolled past his nose. Slowly the gag filling Jamie's muzzle was teased out. The robot placed it on the bedside table. Jamie gasped and gulped a few times until his maw was used to being empty again.

"I really need to piss!" cried Jamie.

"Take a leak now. I'm about to bath you, so it doesn't matter if you wet your patient uniform," said the machine with a strange speech placing the wrong inflexion on seemingly random words as it spoke.

"I want to use the toilet behind you," said Jamie slowly as if talking to a text-to-speech program. He even flicked his eyes in the direction of the ensuite.

"Request denied," said the robot.

"I ca..." began Jamie.

With reflexes only an automaton could make, the robot reached out and pressed down on Jamie's upper crotch with a firm force. It began rubbing the area above Jamie's bladder in circles.

"This isn't a negotiation. You are going to urinate now before your bath," said the machine.

Jamie had already begun to piss himself just from the shock of the robot's sudden probing. He could only gasp as he could feel the warm wetness spread across his crotch. His piss pooled under him and around the base of his bush-like foxtail. Jamie's arms tugged at his straps, wanting desperately to cover his exposed crotch. His wiggling only made his large wet patch even bigger. His enforced bedwetting was a shock for Jamie. He kept expecting the machine to act like a real creature. To show some emotion of disgust or something, anything but the latex robot nurse looked down at his wet accident with indifference.

It stopped pressing on him and walked over to the room's sink and washed its hand paws with a mechanical efficiently. It began to unbuckle Jamie from the bed and lifted him up and placed him back down on the gurney. He was bucked in but with less heavy-duty restraints. Jamie felt his accident drip over the floor as he was strapped down again. Instead of taking him to the ensuite, the robot nurse was strapping him in for a ride. Jamie began to protest that he was being transported away from a perfectly fine washroom.

Jamie's cries and even his growls and snarls were ignored. What really bothered the fox was just how turned on he was. As the fox was wheeled through the empty corridors, his full erection pressed into his piss soaked catsuit. This inflexible machine was pushing his buttons and hard. Toilet denial and forced pants wetting were things Jamie would do with his lovers. Even his current clothing was similar to some of the outfits he had at home for full bladder play. He owned an aerobics leotard and a pair of tights that he would wear for when he wanted a wet conclusion to a morning workout. It wasn't until they had reached their destination when Jamie got a hold of himself.

This room was sparse with white tiles coating the walls and floor. It was dominated by a large machine that reminded Jamie of a sandwich press. It had two large halves, the bottom resting on the floor with thick metal legs and the top hanging open like a venus fly trap. It was suspended in the air on two heavy-duty mechanical arms. The bottom was a bed of sorts; it had grooves where a creature would lie. The bedding was made of black rubber nodules. Thin rubber stalks each with a rounded tip, and there must have been thousands of them.

Jamie's coyote bot nurse was beginning to undo Jamie's binds. The top half of the machine had the same setup. It was then Jamie noticed the two u-shaped grooves cut out of both the top and bottom half of both sections of the strange device. The bottom one had a headrest attached to it under the notch. Jamie assumed he was going into this machine. The coyote guided Jamie to his foot paws and unzipped the piss-soaked body stocking. Jamie stepped out of it. He was glad to be free of it as his piss had begun to cool, making him shiver. He could try and fight the machines, but the coyote bots were powerful; it had only taken one to overpower him yesterday. Jamie let the robot lift him up and place him on the bed of nodules.

As soon as the coyote bot let go of the bed came alive, the rubbery nodules wrapped around his wrists and forearms and thighs and ankles simultaneously. Jamie's reflexive reaction to pull away came much too late; he could only stretch his binds, not break them. A loud, whirring noise sounded as the top half of the machine lowered. Jamie's head was still free, so he didn't panic as the two halves met. Rubber crept around his throat and formed a seal that didn't obstruct his breathing. Jamie placed his head on the headrest. There was no point in fighting this contraption.

The coyote nurse pressed a button on a monitor that was mounted on the wall. It flashed to life and Jamie could clearly read the screen if he tilted his head in its direction. The nurse bot walked away and left the room. With the door closing behind it, Jamie thought about what he was going to do now. He was a fox sandwich in-between clutching and gripping latex tendril bread. This fancy machine wasn't too bad, at least yet.

The rubber nodules began to shift inside the machine. Jamie could feel them brush and wiggle through his fur. He was glad he wasn't ticklish. Then, an unseen pipe began to hiss. Soon, water started to flow in between the two halves of the machine. The water was warm and at a comfortable temperature. This must be an automated bath? Jamie began to relax as his body started to be swallowed up by the lovely water. The rubber nodules raked slowly across his whole body. They made the water slosh around like the agitator inside a washing machine.

Jamie could hear the water sloshing across his body, it was muffled, but his keen vulpine hearing picked up the sound. The relaxing treatment continued for about half an hour by Jamie's estimates. Jamie's bladder was starting to annoy him again, and this treatment only made it worse. With the water flowing around him and the soft watery sounds adding to his need, Jamie decided to take a leak inside the machine. He let loose a full stream adding to the water sloshing around inside the device. He felt relief flow over his body.

Moments after Jamie had finished pissing, the machine beeped, and the water surrounding Jamie began to drain. It was as if the device had detected his sneaky piss and was flushing out the pool just for him. The water was emptied out, and Jamie could feel a new load filling up inside around him. This was like a fox washing machine, drain and rinse. The soft, gentle movements of the blunt nodules began their slow rubbing once the water had been topped up.

The display flashed and changed to a new setting. It was doing a scan of Jamie's bowels. It came up with a message saying it was unable to determine the last time Jamie had voided himself. It also said it had detected a moderate amount of faecal matter inside Jamie's body. A dialogue flashed up there was an option asking if the machine should do something called "Bowel Movement Encouragement." Ominously the option labelled "yes" was selected. The screen changed to a progress bar with numbers from one up to one-hundred. The title of the screen was marked "Bowel Movement Encouragement." Above the progress bar was written "Inducement Strength." The numeric value of the progress bar was also displayed to the right of it. The value was twenty.

Jamie felt something stir in his belly, suddenly he was feeling the need to have a bowel movement. Jamie could feel just what the machine had done, he could feel within his lower abdomen a need to defecate as if his bowels had bulked up on fibre all of a sudden. While Jamie had already needed the toilet, it had just been the usual morning fullness. It was nothing like it was now. Jamie gulped; he was nowhere near a bathroom. His need to go wasn't too strong, so Jamie chose to ignore the machine's encouragement. He laid there wondering when the nurse bot would let him out of this contraption again. They had let him use the toilet unsupervised before his escape attempt.

"Hey, Hello. Can I please use the toilet!" Jamie yelled out into the empty room.

Jamie was beginning to get anxious now that some time had passed and the machine was still gently trying to make him take a bathroom break.

The door opened, and the coyote bot nurse returned. Jamie didn't know if it was the same one as before they all looked and spoke alike. The robot walked over next to Jamie and crouched down, so it was eye level to him.

"Thank god. I need to go to the bathroom. Can you get me out of this thing?" asked Jamie.

"Your advanced patient bathing machine is capable of handling both your toileting and bathing needs," said the robot.

"I'm capable of using the toilet myself," protested Jamie.

"I'll come back in twenty minutes. I'll take you to use the facilities if you still need them. I'm still doing your paperwork regarding last night's incident," said the coyote bot.

Jamie wasn't in the position to argue. The comment regarding paperwork did seem like nonsense, given the nurse was a robot with a computer for a brain. He knew from yesterday it was like arguing to a brick wall with these things. He kept his trap shut as the coyote bot walked out of the room. The way the machine took flawlessly even steps unnerved Jamie quit a bit. Jamie was left alone for what felt like several minutes. He wasn't worried about holding it; he was sure he would last that long. It was a bother but not something impossible.

The display beeped, bringing Jamie's attention back to it. The title of the graph had changed to "Auto-induced Patient Defecation." He must have missed when the coyote bot had switched to this option. Perhaps it was done remotely. The slider went up an increment. The counter read twenty-one, twenty-two and then twenty-three. Oh no! The robot nurse wasn't going to make him take a dump, was it? The feeling in his bowels answered his own question. His need to go was slowly increasing, matching the incrementing value on the screen. He could feel what the machine was doing, and it wasn't long until it reached the point where he would have typically made a trip to the bathroom. He couldn't though, he was stuck in this contraption that was forcing his bowels to churn.

"I have to hold it," thought Jamie.

The machine continued to add on to his need. By twenty-nine, he could feel the tiny henpecks of abdominal cramps. Thirty-five, Thirty-six. Jamie could swear he could feel each incrementing value affecting his colon. At the forty-two point mark, Jamie began to pant, feeling the need becoming quite bad, like nothing he had experienced before. Jamie clenched his tail hole tightly, straining to keep himself continent. A big cramp rolled up his spine, and it was getting harder and harder to resist the urge.

"Gotta hold it," said Jamie aloud.

While Jamie's determination provided some comfort, his mind was still focused on the powerful cramps and their growing strength. It didn't help that his body movement was restricted and he couldn't reposition himself. The rubbing rubber nodules still kept his limbs locked in their position. The closeness of the rubber tendrils also kept him trapped.

"G-gotta hold it," Jamie repeated, this time sounding much less confident.

He knew looking at the display wouldn't make his task any more manageable, but he kept watching the slider creep upwards. As the numbers entered the seventies, Jamie could feel it was getting to the point of no return. He started gasping as he felt his anal sphincter spasm. Jamie bore down with all his might. He could feel drool leak from his panting muzzle.

"G-gotta ho- ah!" Jamie couldn't finish his mantra as it was interrupted by a powerful spasm coming from his guts.

As the value reached seventy-seven, Jamie's body gave out, and he felt an unstoppable log of faeces leave his straining anus and slide out into the machine. Despite him feeling the sensation that he had explosive diarrhoea, his bowel movement was normal. Jamie huffed and gasped as he was forced to empty his bowels involuntarily. The process of voiding must have lasted only a minute or two but time passed slowly for Jamie.

The water inside the contraption churned and began to drain under his rear end. He had been defecating on his trapped tail! Jamie felt disgusted and dry-wretched just thinking about the mess he was making. The machine was on to it before he had even finished. Jamie felt water spray over his rear end like a bidet. The nodules got to work too scrubbing his fur and cleaning up the mess he had just made. The device was giving his rear an excellent clean. It was a comfort he was getting clean, but Jamie was starting to wonder what would happen next.

Again the water drained completely. A mechanical pump could be heard, and Jamie was being coated in a gel substance. He couldn't tell what it was, only feeling the different viscosity gave away it wasn't more water. The rubber nodules began to work the stuff into his fur. They were doing their work all over his body, including his sheath and tail hole. The buds scrubbed him much harder than they had been. The monitor beside him beeped into life. Jamie turned to see a readout of his pulse rate and an electrocardiogram of his heart rhythm. The machine beeped in time to his pulse rate.

The door opened, and the coyote bot nurse returned for the second time. Again, the robot walked over next to Jamie and crouched down, so it was eye level.

"Do you still need the toilet?" asked the nurse bot.

Jamie didn't answer. Was this robot sassing him?

"You make it hard on yourself with your non-compliance. You've been a very naughty patient, 237827," said the coyote bot.

"Please, call me Jamie," said the fox. Jamie could feel his face grow flush.

"Jamie, we have upgraded your security rating because you have displayed a desire to self-harm,"

"What do you mean? This is a mistake I'm not even meant to be here," said Jamie.

"Last night you recklessly endangering your life by purposely throwing yourself down a laundry chute,"

The robot's answer shut Jamie up. The machine's logic was sound; he could have landed on the floor and cracked his head open. He had had relative freedom, but now he didn't know of these machines would let him out of restraints at all.