Urban Explorers

Aubrey stared at the figure that had just appeared behind Carl. It was a woman, clad in of nurse's uniform that was made from the same white latex that Aubrey was restrained with. She was middle-aged and shapely, blonde with blue eyes that were devoid of any emotion. As soon as Carl was down, the nurse knelt and produced a syringe, injecting something into his arm.

Aubrey completely freaked out at that moment. This was not funny anymore, it was pure horror! She tried to scream into the gag, but produced just gargled noises. She threw herself around on the gynaecological chair she had been strapped into, but again found it impossible to escape the restraints. Inside the straightjacket, she was already bathed in sweat.

"Oh shuush, you poor girl", the nurse purred. She had an astonishingly warm, comforting voice. But as she left Carl lying on the ground and came towards Aubrey,  there was nothing comforting about her face. Her smile never reached those cold, blue eyes.

The nurse put one hand on Aubreys sweaty forehead. She looked into those dark, widened eyes with palpable delight. "You must be confused. I know. You expected this place to be deserted, didn't you?"

Walking around the groaning, pleading Aubrey, she activated one device after the other. The computers and machines came back to life with chirping noises, like joyful little creatures that were eager to play after a long sleep. Aubrey craned her neck to see what she was doing, her fear growing with every moment.

The nurse explained: "The security cameras all still work, and I immediately saw you when you approached the compound. I ended the contract with that security firm because I wanted to be left alone for a while. Being the Mistress of all this, it's new for me. It's overwhelming. So when you disturbed me, my first reaction was anger."

She raised what looked like an oxygen mask, placing it on the lower half of Aubreys face. It did not seem to bother her that Aubrey protested loudly, again rocking the chair she was strapped into. She turned a valve and Aubrey could taste the gas. She did everything to hold her breath, but that, of course, was futile: Eventually she was forced to inhale and fill her lungs with it. Almost immediately, her thoughts became blurry, subdued. She felt numb. Crosseyed, only weakly protesting, she babbled nonsense into the gag.

"Excellent, your pupils are already widening. And you have such a cute, cross-eyed look on your face." The nurse chuckled, amused. "I know how you feel. I, too, was a patient here. That was such a long time ago. Actually, it was the best time of my life. Dr. Fenton was a master of his art, a genius. He took me in - a shy, stupid hitchhiking punk - and turned me into something different. He gave me fulfillment."

She smiled brightly and took small electric pads from one of the nearby tables. She placed them against Aubreys thighs and the soles of her bare feet, the sides of her neck and finally her temples. Humming, they began to warm up.

"Then, they brought me to a different psychiatric institution... a real psychiatric institution I mean. I hated it there. I wanted to go back to Dr. Fenton, but he was sent to prison, obviously. This place was first searched and then closed down. There were all those mean reports about the Dr., written by people who just did not understand what he had achieved."

The blonde woman looked around wistfully and activated the machine. Aubrey jerked up in the chair, feeling the current that now ran through her body. To her surprise it was not painful, even though the feeling was deeply unsettling. Her thoughts were being scrambled as the electric signals were fed through her frontal lobes, her nerves were shaken. She bit down on the gag, gargling and groaning. She rocked in the restraints again, gave up after a moment. The signal became painful as soon as the tried to fight.

"I know, it does not feel good at first", the nurse said sympathetic. She stroked Aubreys hooded head. "You have too much... yourself still inside that pretty skull of yours. But you will get better. I promise." The woman smiled and took a pair of plugs from another tray. They were composed half of rubber and half of metal, they were large and connected to strands of cabels. Without a second of hesitation the woman reached between Aubreys legs and touched, tested, stroked her pussy. She smiled as she found it wet and soft.

"Ah, see? You are already relaxing. Very good, you cute new patient."

Aubrey could not believe it. She did not understand what was happening to her body. Not just because it was hard to think straight, but also because this was just impossible: Why was she so aroused, why did her body react to the horror she was experiencing in this way?

"You want to know what is going on here, I know." The nurse kept stroking while she talked. "Essentially, Dr. Fenton had one last surprise for me in store: I had always been his favorite, and when I was finally released from the institution, I was approached by Dr. Fentons notary. I was to inherit a small fortune, and some additional assets, and Fenton Manor. Who would have thought that? Finally, I had a chance for a fresh start. I changed my name to avoid publicity and then I moved here. Into my old home. My new home, the place where I belong."

The woman slowly pushed the plug into Aubreys pussy, which turned out to be surprisingly easy, due to her wetness. The thing was big and wide, anatomically shaped, cool at first but warming up quickly. Aubrey jerked and protested when the anal plug, too, was inserted. There was just nothing she could do to prevent it.

"I was so glad when I found that the mansion had been well preserved and that most things were still were they belonged", the nurse giggled. Then, as if it meant nothing, she added: "I was especially happy when I found the secret pasage to the cell block beneath the east wing. It seems police found only half of Dr. Trentons facility when they desecrated my home, all those years ago."

Aubrey understand, despite her despair and fear and the confusing effect of the electricity that ran through her temples. Carl and her had been thrilled to find everything in the basement undisturbed, pristine even. But no wonder that it was all still there... they had parked their car in fronmt of the east wing, even though the news had been all about a secret area beneath the west wing of the mansion! What they had found had not been discovered by police, all these years ago.

The nurse looked down at Aubrey, feaking out in the chair again, struggling and fighting the straps that held her with all her power. She started humming a joyful tune just as she turned up the valve, letting Aubrey breathe a stronger dose of the gas. The electricity hummed in a slightly shriller frequency as she increased the voltage. Finally, she took a medical blindfold and approached Aubrey with it. She stroked her head and made calming noises, until Aubreys wide, dark eyes finally had disappeared beneath the blindfold.

Then she went to work in all seriousness. She applied all the measures and skills that Dr. Fenton had taught her about, all those years ago. One thing the nurse was certain of: She was going to honour him and make him proud.