Out of sight, out of mind (Private for Miranda)

[Matt_Bradock]

The ambulance drove down on the bumpy road to the St. Dymphna Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The institution was intentionally built far away from any settlements, in the Oregon woodland, surrounded by a 10 feet tall fence with barbed wire on top, and cameras on every 3rd fence post. The front, seen to the public, was stone foundation with wrought iron bars, and a beautiful 2-winged double gate to make sure incoming visitors and vehicles are let in and out without both gates simultaneously opening.
The two wings of the mental asylum served two purposes.
The right wing was essentially a hideout for mobsters, who plead insanity, and were sent to this mental institute. It was more like a spa-hotel than a hospital, with all the comfort facilities available and really lax security, sexy nurses serving expensive drinks to the "patients".
The left wing, on the other hand, was a high security mental asylum, for the people the mob wanted gone, but not dead.
Running the whole business, was a certain Dr. Matthew Braddock, he himself a prominent member of one of the renowned Families.
All was fine and dandy, until one day that pesky reporter showed up and started asking really uncomfortable questions. The mob had to do something about it.
And since she really wanted to pry about his hospital, they decided to show her.
A good hitman framed her for murder, while another member drugged her and took her to the murder scene.
A mob-sponsored defense lawyer plead insanity, and now, she was inside that ambulance, wearing nothing but her panties, a canvas straitjacket, and a transport straitjacket over that, completely immobilizing her upper body. Leather ankle cuffs fastened onto her ankles, with a short strap connecting them.
A panel gag with a ball on the inside made sure she will be silent, but just to make sure she can't remember the way here, she was also sedated before departure. The dosage was specifically measured so she would wake up and fully realise her predicament by the time they arrived to the gates.
Dr. Braddock wanted to see her desperation when he checked her in.

[Miranda]

Miranda was ready to make a name for herself, the athletic brunette 5'5" woman was straight out of college she wanted to better her community by exposing the underbelly of her city. She shortly caught onto something big, something pointing towards some local mob families. What exactly it was? She couldn't really remember to well, at the moment reflecting on these events, she was currently in a forced deep sleep.
One early morning Miranda was on a jog and next thing she knew, she woke up at a murder scene! She had some suspicions that she was drugged during her jog with having no memory of after said jog but her conveniently appointed lawyer denied her of any lab readings, any neighbors in the area that could act as any witnesses, but fortunately gave her some 'good' advice for someone in her awful position position.
Miranda pleaded insanity
She was quickly taken out of the court room, she had a white blouse on along with her black leather skirt that stopped slightly above the knee, some black heels and her hair was done up in a French braid. It's sad to think that once she wore this very same outfit to her graduation and now to where ever she was going, or so she thought.
Whoever was transporting her lectured her the dangers of concealed good on her person, and ordered her to strip down to just her black cotton panties. Miranda refused saying that they can pat her down and they'll find absolutely no contraband or weaponry on herself and how this was completely wrong of them to order her to do such a thing. Somewhere during her refusal she felt a pinch and was knocked out shortly after.
Miranda laid there unconscious in the back of a ambulance, groaning every so often, and subconsciously tugging on her jacket thinking its some sort of blanket. Wherever she was going, she had no idea what awaited her.

[Matt_Bradock]

It was standard procedure to remove any item of clothing, that can be used to cause self-harm or harm others. Even her shoes and nylons were taken away, she was barefoot when she was put in her new outfit. 3 straps, one around her waist, one around her thighs and one above her ankles, held her to a padded gurney secured in the back of the ambulance. The sedative was slowly wearing off, as whoever administered it, calculated the precise dosage to have her wake up for the last half hour of the ride - so she could be fully aware of her situation by the time they arrive to the gates.
But, just to be sure, one of the orderlies escorting her, built like a club bouncer rather than a healthcare worker, but wearing the white uniform of one, grabbed both her shoulders to shake her awake. He would have very much loved to grab other parts of her too, but the boss made it exactly clear that no one touches her any more than necessary until she's already at the institution. The driver was also on his payroll, and he was well aware he was being watched.
And, to be frank, the Doc could be terrifying. Even to a bear in human form like him.
He actually felt sorry for the girl. Nothing he could to to her, even helpless like this, would compare remotely to what Dr. Braddock was about to.
He was good at breaking bodies. The Doc? He was a master of breaking minds.
He grunted, and shook her shoulders again.
- Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, you're about to arrive to your new home. - of curse, she couldn't see much, laying on her back, but the inside of the ambulance, and the occasional peek at the windows. A rural area. Nowhere near the city she was used to.

[Miranda]

Miranda very slowly opening and closing her eyes in some sort of sleepy haze and was jolted awake by a hand shaking her shoulder. Miranda tried sitting up but couldn't! Instead she looked down at her predicament and a blush crept across her slight freckled cheeks and nose when she noticed what's on her chest and the fact her skirt has been removed too. She watched a lot of movies and tv shows to realize what exactly she was in underneath the transport jacket. Miranda began to slightly struggle against her straitjacket, as much as her arms would allow her to. After a short bit she gave up and tiled her head upward to get a good look at her drivers. "mmm- MMMPPPHH?!!" Miranda as if to casually ask what's going with her just realizing what's attached to her face and occupying her mouth. Miranda tried forcing the ball out of her mouth with her tongue but it was too secure for her to move it even an inch. Miranda sighed though her nose and looked out the ambulance windows. Miranda always liked rural areas, and despite the situation, it was the only calming thing she could focus on.

[Matt_Bradock]

Unfortunately, she soon couldn't only see the rural areas, but the 20 foot tall fence of St. Dymphna Asylum. Black wrought iron bars reaching up to the top where each was sharpened into something like a pike sticking out of the stone fence foundation. There were stone fence posts every 20 feet, and out of each, a camera was sticking out, one watching the inside, one watching the outside of the fence.
Then, the double gate and the check-in area. It was so much akin to a prison, Miranda could have little doubt she was not going to get out of here any time soon.
- So, is that the chick the Doc wants to take care of personally? - the gate guard said, peeking in, and the orderly nodded.
- Yes, and you should give him a call. I was told he'd wants to receive her personally. - the guard nodded back and waved them to proceed, and the ambulance turned onto the driveway to the entrance of the left wing.
The doors of the vehicle opened, and there were 2 nurses, wearing standard white nurse uniforms, nothing out of the ordinary - save for the fact both of them pretty much had the build of an MMA fighter. And there was a wheelchair, full of straps. The orderly then started working on the straps tying Miranda to the gurney.
- You can be cooperative, or you can get a jab to turn you into a vegetable for the remainder of the day. Your call. - he warned her.

[Miranda]

Miranda watched as the orderly unstrapped her from the gurney. She tried letting out a audible yes but just came out as another muffled 'mmph'. She then started nodding a bunch, hoping that the orderly understood her and that she didn't want to be put back to sleep. Despite her legs being exposed, Miranda could feel sweat forming all over her body and head, she couldn't figure out if it was her nerves, her torso being wrapped in two heavy jackets and face having a panel gag, or a combination of nerves and heavy equipment on her. Regardless she layed still and watched as the straps come loose one by one, knowing that a new set was just awaiting her in the wheelchair.

[Matt_Bradock]

- Good girl. - the orderly responded, and once all the straps tying Miranda down were undone, he helped the girl up, and eased the straitjacketed reporter to her feet. The strap connecting her ankle cuffs only allowed small steps, but the man was surprisingly professional about it as he helped the barefoot girl stap off the ambulance, and handed her over to the nurses. Maybe he did have actual training.
- You have her now. - he announced to the two women, who each grabbed a shoulder and unceremoniously pushed Miranda into the wheelchair, where they quickly strapped her in with a 5-point harness, thigh and ankle straps. Then one of them started pushing the chair towards the entrance. The automatic door opened, revealing a reception hall, and a man in his mid-40s, wearing suit pants, a white shirt, and a white lab coat with his hands in his pockets waiting.
Dr. Matthew Braddock had black hair and a short trimmed goatee, ice cold blue eyes staring at Miranda with a smirk of superiority.
- Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen. I'd say curiosity killed the cat, but fortunately for you, you're still alive. Getting people murdered ain't my style. I'm a doctor, after all... - he walked closer, and pat her head like a parent schooling his child.
- Since you tried so hard to get in my business, you'll get a very close look. But, kiddo, unfortunately for you, I'll also teach you that little girls need to know their place and not stick their noses into the grownups' business. - he turned to the nurses.
- Take her to the I-ward, give her a bath, then pad her up and get her dressed in her new uniform. - he chuckled, saying the last words as the wheelchair started mocing again, taking Miranda to the elevator.

[Miranda]

Miranda was cautious with her steps, in the mess of straps she didn't realize her ankles were cuffed to one another! As someone who likes to run, having to take such small steps was brutal for her. And as quickly she was able to walk, she was then put into a different bondage just as confusing as the one she woke up in. Miranda groaned, grunted, and did sharp exhales of air as each strap were tightened all around her. She was amazed, in a weird way, this hospital was going great lengths to keep her contained. All she wanted to know was where exactly she was? This man handling seemed familiar as if she read about it somewhere...
Miranda jolted back to reality as she was being wheeled into the hospital, she shifted slightly here and there so she could get comfortable in her new seat but couldn't find the right spot, not that she could move much anyways. She then noticed she was approaching a man, she studied him but couldn't put her finger on why he looked so familiar, or at least knowing his description from somewhere? Miranda left a puzzling look after is comment about curiosity, but everything came flashing back to her once he mentioned his business and her meddling! This is that hospital she caught wind about and was investigating! Miranda screamed into her gag and thrashed her legs and jacket about, hoping to break free as they wheeled her towards the elevator. Whatever they have planned for her couldn't be great, since they chose to leave her alive after all.

[Matt_Bradock]

Naturally, they chose to leave her alive. A dead reporter would draw too much attention. An insane conspiracy theorist reporter locked in an asylum, would bring a lot less, and make any of her claims and evidence much easier to discredit.
It was a logical decision. Plus, Matthew got to toy with her a bit this way.
Truth to be told, he was a bit disappointed how well she took it, but once Miranda started screaming into he gag and thrashing 8m the double straitjacket, he chuckled.
That was more like it.
The elevators required a keycard to operate. Just like the locked door leading to the I-ward, made out of reinforced steel and bulletproof glass. Ignoring her futile struggles, the nurses wheeled her to a bathroom that had doorless tiled stalls with metal rings screwed into the walls and onto the floor in the middle.. One started fastening a spreader bar between her ankle cuffs, replacing the strap, while the other fetched a pair of leather cuffs and chains.
- She's uncooperative, she gets the hose. - she said to her colleague, whom nodded in agreement, and once the spreader bar was fixed in place, they undid the rest of these traps on the wheelchair and dragged Miranda from it to one of the stalls, padlocking the ring in the middle of the spreader bar to the ring on the floor.
Once that was done, they started stripping her naked, first taking the transport jacket off, then the straitjacket underneath, and finally unceremoniously ripping her panties off and securing the two wrist cuffs around her wrists, before chaining her to the rings on the walls, naked in the shower stall, still gagged.
One grabbed a hose, and the other went to open the tap.
A merciless gush of ice cold water hit Miranda, as they started hosing her down.

[Miranda]

Miranda continued her thrashing as she rode her wheelchair through the elevator and I-ward. Arriving at the bathroom only made her want to tear her jacket off! Under normal circumstances Miranda is calm but noticing the nurse attaching a bar on her ankles and another one producing cuffs, she knew she wasn't going to be in control of her forced shower. She was grunting into her gag as she attempted to claw her way through the straitjacket but suddenly realize she was being dragged to the stall! And suddenly her two jackets were removed just like that! Rather than making a daring escape right here and then, she decided to cover up her B-cups. Despite changing in front of other girls when doing sports, she was still shy about her body. Next they ripped off her panties! Fully exposed now her one arm covered her breasts and the other's hand tried covering her lower region. However in her desperate attempt to cover herself made it that much easier to lock the cuffs onto her! There she stood attached to the wall, rolling her eyes eternally and groaning when she could've made it harder for them to bound her up. Then the hose happened and Miranda squealed into her gag and jerked around, making her single braid swing about! She's used to taking showers so hot to the point of the water being lava! She desperately tried moving her body out of the way from the cold water. As she got used to being pelted with the water she started yanking on her cuffs!