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Escape Attempt

By Zrathie

The bound deer crept down the bare concrete rooms of the under-construction part of the asylum. Little did the patient know his escape attempt had already been detected.

A white-furred snow wolf nurse watched the buck through a camera feed as they crept behind pallets of bricks. Phillip's keen lupine eyes stared at the screen, his eyes darting to the next monitor as the deer stumbled in the semi-darkness. The deer looked like a typical whitetail deer, with the only physical deformity being a scar on his left cheek.

Phillip had been watching the deer since they had left their private bedroom a few minutes ago. The buck had crept into the darkened hallway and snuck down the corridor. He eventually pressed the elevator call button balancing on one of his hooves and using the other to press the button.

He went into the patient records. According to the system's records, the patient was Vincent Hunniford, who had arrived this morning. The wolf looked over a summary of Vincent's consent contract. It mentioned that the deer was a bit of an escape artist regarding bondage. The wolf soon gleaned enough information to best mess with the wayward deer.

The wolf tapped a few keys, brought up the deer patient's vital signs, and then entered a new screen relating to the buck's inner health. The deer was wearing a fancy piece of intelligent clothing, a bio-suit. It was a living latex construct with an AI. It monitored the deer's vital signs as well as other stats.

The bio-suit reported that the patient had been to the toilet once for urination. The nurse knew how to read between the lines of the raw stats the bio-suit sent back. The amount that the buck had pissed, plus the duration, told Phillip the deer had held out until he found an unlocked toilet. The bio-suit estimated the deer was beginning to need to wee again. He could use this.

Phillip backed out of the screens and typed in a command to bring up the medication dialogue box. The bio-suit could administer medications, and a small stockpile of various meds was stored inside the suit, ready for dispersal. There was an option for a sedative, but that would be too easy. If he just wanted to stop the deer, he could have had the bio-suit take over the patient's motor control.

Since the deer misbehaved, the wolf nurse wanted to do something more punitive. Vincent had selected a maybe for wetting and watersports in their consent contract. Now, he would force their bladder issue. He clicked a few options; one was a setting for voice announcements, and the other was for a dose of bladder irritant. The deer's bio-suit delivered the medication via dermal absorption.

A massive bear paw touched the backrest of his chair, reminding him of the two bear orderlies in the room.

"I've just given him a bladder irritant. He should be feeling it soon," said the wolf.

One of the giant muscled bears standing behind his chair nodded. He was wearing a white uniform that barely concealed his musculature.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about thirty minutes. Please assist them to a restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," came a vocal announcement.

Vincent jumped at the sudden sound. The bio-suit had spoken to him in a private speech-to-skull mind link, but this was coming from a small speaker from a plastic tag clipped to one of the buckles of his canvas straitjacket. It was a very public message.

Vincent had previously needed to pee, but their need was getting much more potent over the last few minutes. There was no way of taking off his clothing. He was encased in a canvas straitjacket over a living latex bio-suit. He knew he could use a toilet; the bio-suit AI recognised if he was standing in front of one.

"Vincent, I've scheduled you a mandatory piss," said the bio-suit.

"What!?" thought Vincent.

At least this time, the suit was talking on their private link.

"Not taking regular pee breaks can lead to health problems, so I've given you a dose of medication to help flush your bladder," said bio-suit.

From what Vincent knew of Tulip Gardens, they had ways to force him to piss. He would just have to hold it and escape first. The deer walked onto some scaffolds and saw a ladder to get him down to the ground floor. That was if he had use of his arms. He didn't trust his hooves on the thing. He would have to find a different way down.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about twenty-five minutes. Please assist them to the restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," announced the tag.

The feeling in his bladder grew worse as the minutes passed. Eventually, his bladder began to cramp up. It wasn't a natural feeling. Instead, whatever the bio-suit had done had multiplied their normal biological urge to pee. It was a bloated feeling of a fulling bladder that only continued to swell.

Vincent had found a bare concrete stairway. He made his way down. It was frustratingly slow-going due to how dark it was and how the buck had to make sure to have a step under his hooves in the twilight. Finally, he reached a landing and noticed light shining from the gap under a door.

Vincent's shoulder butted the door. The push bar opened the door that led back into the main building. The deer trotted down the hallway, stopping to squirm out a desperation wave. He was nearly there. He recognised this place was near the main entrance.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about twenty minutes. Please assist them to the restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," announced the tag.

Vincent cringed as the bio-suit did a running commentary on his bladder continence. He was sure whoever was out in the hallway would hear the tag. Pangs of urgency began to grip Vincent's crotch. The fluid inside his lower abdomen only continued to distend his poor bladder. It had formed a slight bulge in the skin-tight bio-suit. He fought back against the discomfit.

The wolf grinned. His canines glistened under the glow of the monitors in the security office. The wolf turned in his chair to face the bears.

"You should pounce now that he's desperate; I'll catch up," he said.

The wolf waited until the bears left, and the door was closed. He slid down his pants and underwear. The wolf's erection bobbed free. He quickly began stroking his glistening cock. Forcing the deer into this predicament was pushing his buttons hard. He should have enough time to nip his arousal in the bud without the orderlies breathing down his neck.

Meanwhile, Vincent peeked from behind a corner, looking into the reception area. There was an island reception desk that was unattended, and the fact that there were only a few dim lights on gave the buck confidence he was alone. Vincent trotted closer to the main doors to the kinky wing of Tulip Gardens. On the way, he had to stop and cross his legs. The rubber suit creaked as he brushed his thighs together.

The deer had a sheen of sweat across his brow. He moved towards the doors. He looked up at the auto doors sensor, and the light turned red. An indication it had picked up his movement. The doors remained closed. It was a bit of wishful thinking that he could just walk out the front door.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about fifteen minutes. Please assist them to the restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," announced the tag.

He was so preoccupied with the suit's vocalisations that he didn't notice the bear orderlies stalking him. But, unfortunately, it was too late, and the bears pounced, quickly overpowering the smaller creature.

Back in the security room, the wolf let out a grunt. The orderlies were too good at what they did. He would have to work on his problem later and take care of the deer's punishment first. He dressed and began moving down to the room the naughty patient would be taken.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about ten minutes. Please assist them to the restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," announced the tag.

"Hey, you got me, guys. I need to pee badly. Can I visit the toilet before you take me back?" said Vincent.

The bears ignored the bio suit's announcements and Vincent's pleas as they half-dragged/half-carried him to the reception treatment room instead of any bathroom. He would have been free if it weren't for the locked front doors. They were soon joined by the wolf nurse, who also turned out not to be his savour.

"Spread his legs." said the wolf nurse.

The reception area treatment room had been prepared for resistive patients a set of floor shackles had been installed in one corner of the room. The two hulking bear orderlies pulled his shaking hooves apart before cuffing his ankles in separate cuffs. Phillip saw Vincent's bladder pulsating with each urgent desperation wave. The subtle abdominal twitches signalled just how desperate to pee the deer was. With this spread eagle position, he didn't have much time left. He had to clamp down with his kegel muscles as the only means to stay dry.

Phillip walked over to the struggling deer and wiped one of his fingers across the sweaty forehead of the buck.

"You're bursting for a leak. Why not just use your suit?" purred the wolf.

"Warning: Patient Vincent has an expected loss of bladder continence in about five minutes. Please assist them to the restroom; otherwise, bio-suit toileting protocols will take effect," announced the tag.

Vincent couldn't take it anymore and began pissing himself. It wasn't as bad as he had anticipated. The bio-suit sectioned off the piss in rubber bubbles. His pee was not in contact with his fur or skin. Instead, the encased bubbles moved towards a processing section on his back. He was spared the sensation of piss flowing down the legs of the outfit. It was a much cleaner process than the diaper-wearing patients he had seen.

It took a minute for the deer's wetting to be over. The poor buck seemed relieved more than anything. Then, the bears quickly unshackled Vincent and led him away. Phillip wondered what the subsequent punishment for the deer would be.

After a few moments, the wolf dropped his pants and underwear and began to stroke his meat again. His paw pads were soon slick with the copious amounts of pre that Phillip's knot was producing. The wolf looked across the empty room and saw a medical bio-suit hanging up on the wall. He was immensely tempted to slip it on; the bio-suits were sexy, and it would be nice to wear one for a bit, even to pump a lupine load into it. He stripped out of the rest of the nurse's scrubs and folded them neatly on the table.

He took the medical bio-suit off its coathanger. The garment was in a bulky one-size-fits-all mode with a slit down the back of the one-piece uniform. The wolf dressed. His legs slid down into the legs of the outfit, with his foot paws eventually popping out the leg holes. Next, he leaned forward so his head could fit inside the neck hole. Lastly, he pushed his arms down the sleeves.

The suit began calibrating and shrinking to fit the wolf's body. The back entry slit began to merge closed until it was a seamless piece of rubber. The suit grew so tight that the lupine erection was clearly outlined in the tight lustrous rubber. Even his bushy wolf tail had been encased by the bio-suit, looking more like an otter's rudder under the rigid rubber.

He inhaled sharply as the rubber squeezed his erection. The wolf looked down at it. His prick looked like it had been dipped into white paint.

"Connecting to the patient database: Error loading new patient profile. Restoring the previous wearer's profile," announced the bio-suit.

Phillip felt a prang of anxiousness. Did the suit think he was a patient?

"Profile restored, restraining patient," announced the bio-suit.

In a snap, the wolf was made to stand in a relaxed posture. Before his arms were made to hug his body. The suit didn't stop there. It merged with itself, so the sleeves were attached to the suit's chest. As if it had always been one piece. Rubber crept over his exposed hand paws encasing them in rubber mitts, seamlessly attached to the suit and, in turn, to the suit's flanks. It was as if he was wearing a rubber straitjacket, only if it was a seamless piece of rubber.

"Hey, stop, cancel! I'm Phillip; employee number 576834!" yelled Phillip.

"Connecting to employee database. Unable to connect to employee database. I'm unable to authenticate at this time. Please get in touch with your system admin," said the bio-suit.

Phillip thought to call out again but didn't. He didn't want his colleagues to find him wrapped up in a bio-suit that he shouldn't have been wearing. Indeed, Phillip was in a tight self-hug.

"Begining bladder incontinence therapy. We'll begin with forced feeding of water. That should get the ball rolling." said the suit.

Next, the bio-suit moved the wolf to the drinking fountain in the room. Phillip knew this drinking fountain was a bit of a trap for new patients. It hid a living rubber artificial construct that would muzzle a patient if it deemed they didn't drink enough.

The bio-suit was in complete control of his body, forcing his muzzle down towards the drinking fountain. His own hand paw was being used like a puppet and made to turn on the water flow. Phillip began drinking. The bio-suit held him there for several minutes as he drank the water. The wolf tried not to panic over the bio-suit's actions. However, he sputtered when the suit began to grip and tease his cock. His sex had slowly been trying to retreat into his sheath. The living rubber squeezed and pressed into his sex organ, bringing it back to full firmness.

The bio-suit turned off the drinking fountain and drew the wolf to stand. Phillip was relieved to have finally been released from the forced water drinking. But, unfortunately, he still wasn't free from the bio-suits control, and the suit marched him out of the room. Phillip couldn't help but bush, knowing his shrink-wrapped erection was on display as he moved past the empty reception area.

The bear orderlies were nowhere to be seen as Phillip walked by the bio-suit towards the elevators. Phillip was the one who was meant to be watching the cameras, so there wasn't anyone monitoring him as the bio-suit manoeuvred him to the elevators. The bio-suit used one of the wolf's hands paws to press the call button and then select the floor. Soon Phillip found himself on the upper floor and walking towards the isolation cells.

The wolf began to panic, not that his body was allowed to show distress. He then decided to call out.

His maw opened, and all the sound he could produce was a raspy huff or a yawn. The bio-suit had silenced him! He had no idea the device was capable of doing that. He could whip his head around frantically but not do much else as the bio-suit drove him towards one of the cells.

"Your voice has been temporally muted in this noise-sensitive area," said the bio-suit.

The cell door opened automatically. It was a heavy bondage cell. A heavy stainless steel sarcophagus lay closed. There was a control panel on the top of the bondage device. The small screen displayed the name of the patient inside. It read: "Vincent Hunniford."

Phillip tapped the open command on the small screen. His body was still helpless, and the wolf grew more worried that the bio-suit had sent him to release the very patient he had been humiliated and teased. It took a minute for the system to remove the hidden bondage mechanisms before the heavy stainless steel lid's two halves began to open.

Inside, the deer was wearing his bio-suit from before, minus the canvas straitjacket. His lips curled into a smirk upon seeing the helpless wolf.

"I can't believe it worked. It was a gamble thinking anyone would put on that hacked bio-suit, or it would even still be there," said the deer.

The wolf was still muted and just looked at the freed buck.

"I was hoping it would be another patient, but this makes it so much better," said the deer.

The bed of the sarcophagus was covered by black living rubber goo lining the inside. Vincent stood up and got out of the device. Phillip was taking the place of the buck in the bondage bed. Phillip tried to scream again, but he could only huff and pant. The bio-suit made him lie down on the pool of living rubber. The goo felt like a water bed. He didn't sink into the mass more than an inch or two. Ultimately, the bio-suit positioned him inside the extreme bondage sarcophagus.

Electric motors began to sound as the two halves of the lid began to rise beside the bound wolf. Then, once the cover's two sides were vertical, they lowered down over the helplessly bound wolf. To his horror, Phillip could only watch as Vincent looked down at him and the room's light faded as the lid doors closed over his form.

The bed of rubber goo suddenly shifted, and his body sank into the mire. He closed his eyes and mouth, but the goo pressed into his nostrils and teased open his maw. Air rushed into his nose through the solidifying tubes lining his nasal passage, and his exhaled breath was vented out from a hollow section in the rubber gagging his mouth. He couldn't tell if the bio-suit had allowed him movement again or if the bondage was restrictive enough because he could only manage the faintest of wiggles encased in a bath of living rubber goo.

Worse, he still had a full, almost painfully hard erection. Phillip tried to think of anything to make his wolf cock go soft, but every time he did, the bio-suit would begin rubbing and teasing him back to peek firmness but not anymore. Its actions would stop before he could start to get any pleasure from them. Trapped in the darkness and a total sensory-deprivation environment, he had no idea how much time had passed.

He must have drifted off to sleep because he had woken up with a desperately full bladder. The bio-suit had also kept his penis hard; his wolf cock was still throbbing with need. He knew there was no point in holding, so he began to piss. It was a slow trickle despite how badly he needed to go. His forced erection only allowed the slightest flow from his painfully full bladder.

Phillip hoped that "Vincent's" punishment would be over soon and he would be found and rescued.