March 14, 2014
April 19, 2013
Stopping only to change back into my street clothes and grab my rucksack from my closet I cycled across town to Moriarty High.
Unlike us their students were in school today, mainly because various ASBOs* prevented most of them from actually taking part in tonight’s festivities. Somehow I had to sneak in, get the document and make my escape without anyone noticing me.
As I approached the school I saw the answer, as luck would have it a group of year 10or 11 girls were in the playing fields adjacent to the school-playing hockey. It must be their sports lesson. I watched them for a few minutes, they were all dressed in canary yellow T-shirts, burgundy pleated sports skirts, white knee socks and black trainers There were thin girls, fat girls, small girls and tall girls, at least three of them looked to be roughly the same height and size as me.
Of course the best way to get around the school unnoticed would be by blending in and to do that I needed a uniform. Keeping close to the walls in the hope I wouldn’t be seen I made my way to the girl’s changing room and slipped inside. There was a short passageway through to the changing room itself, the only way in or out.
Perfect, at least 30 uniforms hung on pegs or – in most cases – lay strewn on the floor. I began trying on blouses looking for one that fitted. I finally found one and hastily began to change, stuffing my own clothes into the rucksack.
Maybe it was just an in-built prejudice but I didn’t like the uniform. The beige, almost transparent blouse was a bit garish, Then there was the black skirt which in the case of whoever I was borrowing this particular uniform from was little bigger than some of my belts. (Gosh, that makes me sound like mum – it’s true though the skirt was tiny.) I fought tights, hoping they were clean and pulled them on. Shoes and just as I was finishing off the Windsor knot in my borrowed red & blue Moriarty school tie I heard voices and froze. Someone was outside.
“Do you want me to come in with you Vicki? That ankle looks pretty bad.”
“No, you get back out on the field. I’ll be fine from here. I think it’s just a sprain. I’m just going to sit in the changing rooms and rest it for a bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Course I’m sure. Tell you what, if it’s no better by the end of practice you can help me to the nurses office okay?”
“Okay” I heard footsteps in the doorway. Now I was in trouble – I was cornered and in a few seconds this Vicki would see me and raise the alarm. I’d be lucky to get out of there alive.
“Hey Vicki” I heaved a sigh of relief as her friend called out to her again, but I knew I only had a moment’s respite.
“Yeah?” Vicki had paused, taken a couple of steps back towards the door even.
“Do you want me to get Suzie back for you?”
“Yeah, break the bitch’s kneecaps – both of them.”
I realised that I had two advantages; one was that Vicki was apparently injured while I was (reasonably) fit; the other was one of surprise. The other was that while I knew she was coming, she didn’t know I was waiting for her.
I desperately looked round for something to disguise myself with; a pair ofdark blue tights lay on a bench to one side. I gave them a quick sniff; they smelt of sweat but weren’t too bad. Trying my best not to breathe in I pulled one leg over my head. Everything took on a slightly fuzzy blue hue but a quick glance in a nearby wall mirror confirmed that my face was sufficiently disguised. Not that I expected this girl to recognise me but if I managed to pull off what I intended I didn’t want my description being circulated among the year 10 girls. There were at least two girls here who knew me by sight and I didn’t want either of them recognising my description.
Quickly grabbing a handful of neckties from the hooks around me I crossed the room and pressed my back to the wall, hiding myself as best as I could. The doorway was to my right and my best hope was that the girl would walk in and head straight for the benches without looking round. It was a mad crazy gamble but it was better than getting my face smashed to a pulp.
The inner door swung open and the girl limped in using her hockey stick as a crutch. As I’d hoped she didn’t bother looking round just made her way carefully to the bench closest to the door. I took a moment to assess her before pouncing; she was about 170cm, skinny with a long neck and bleached blonde hair tied in bunches. She was dressed as all the other girls had been in a yellow T-shirt, short pleated burgundy sports skirt and white knee socks. There were no trainers on her feet and I guessed she’d taken them off, perhaps to make her bad ankle more comfortable.
Reaching the bench Vicki set down her hockey stick and made to sit down. This was it, now or never, while her back was to me. There was no time for stealth, I just had to leap on her and get this over with.
With a hearty cry of – of something or other I’ve no idea now, I just remember running out screaming – I ran towards the unsuspecting girl and pinned her face down on the bench. She struggled and lashed out but with her nose pressed against the wooden bench she couldn’t do much.
Now came the tricky part, I had to secure my captive, something I hadn’t done before. Well, once but that was a friend of Dippy’s and it was hardly a fair fight, she was barely half my size. Oh, and I had plenty of experience of being tied up but when it comes to tying up other people, well I wasn’t really sure how to begin. For the moment I had her tightly pined to the bench but I knew I had to move to start tying her and that was where I risked her getting loose, perhaps even gaining the upper hand. If that happened I was a goner.
Still, I couldn’t sit on her indefinitely; I had to do something. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Vicki’s discarded hockey stick.The benches in this room were placed back to back in 3 columns like supermarket aisles and along the back of the benches separating them was a wire mesh, like chicken wire. I grabbed the hockey stick with my free hand and experimentally placed it along side the wire; excellent, the holes in the wire were just large enough to fit the handle through.
Resting the hockey stick against the back of Vicki’s neck I pushed it through the net until the head was pressing against the side of her neck. There now she was pinned down. I could relax a little and ease up. First though I fumbled for her arms. Grabbing her bony wrists I pulled them together behind her back and began to tie them together with one of the neckties I’d picked up. All the time I could hear her cursing me and threatening to get even but her words were muffled by the wooden bench kissing her mouth. Just to be extra careful I tied her wrists again with a second neck tie just above the first. I didn’t want to risk her getting loose.
The tights over my head were getting uncomfortably sweaty, I had to take them off but I couldn’t risk Vicki seeing my face. Luckily there was a towel hanging from one of the hooks over my head, I grabbed it and folded it as neatly as I could before wrapping it around her eyes and tying it at the back of her head.
Satisfied she couldn’t see me I pulled the blue nylon mask off of my head. My face felt moist and clammy and my hair was sticking up in clumps, I was going to have to freshen myself up before I left. First things first though. Very carefully I removed the hockey stick from the back of Vicki’s neck and taking her by the shoulders helped her to sit up. With her hands tied behind her back there was little she could do to protest.
“Why you little bi-mmph” she started to say before I managed to wad the smelly blue tights in her mouth. I used another necktie to secure the gag in place. Great another hosiery gag.
“Can you walk?” I asked softly trying to keep my voice low and disguise my accent at the same time. She shook her head meekly, I was a little surprised, from what I knew of Moriarty girls they didn’t normally give in this easily.
“Well you’d better try” I demanded standing up and pulling her with me. I’d spied a janitor’s closet set into one wall and I figured that would be the best place to stash her so she wouldn’t be found straight away. I began to walk forcing Vicki to walk with me.
After a couple of steps she faltered, screaming with pain through her gag and her legs started to buckle. Instinctively I tried to help her and that was my big mistake. I struggled to get a hold of her by the shoulders but Vicki suddenly and unexpectedly lashed out. She head butted me on the chin and pulled away, apparently intending to make a run for it. I staggered back letting go and she started to run, only to collapse with a (heavily muffled) yelp, this time of genuine pain.
I had no time to feel sympathy for the girl though. Reeling and shaking my head to clear it I leapt on top of her again, this time sitting on her stomach. Grabbing her kicking legs and reaching for more ties from my small collection I tied them together above and below the knee. Despite her escape attempt I felt sorry enough for her not to tie her ankles, the last thing I wanted to do was aggravate a genuine injury.
When I was done I stood up again, I watched the captive Vicky for a moment, she lay on her back, Blindfolded, gagged and bound, giving little feeble kicks with her good foot at where she imagined I might be. It felt strangely empowering to be on the other end for once.
I checked my watch. It was 2.20, time was running out. Grabbing Vicki by the collar of her T-shirt I dragged the struggling, mmpphing girl towards the closet, she was heavy and she put up a struggle but for once I had the advantage of not being the one tied up.
Reaching the closet I opened the door and rolled her inside before closing it again. I listened carefully at the door, she was still shouting and cursing at me through her gag but it was barely audible. Good, with 30 odd girls in here all shouting and screaming there was little chance they’d hear her cries for help from in there.
I fished a comb from my rucksack, wetted it and combed back my hair. Then I wetted my face to make myself more presentable.
I had to get to the library but I had no idea where that was, leaving the changing rooms as casually as I could manage – not easy when your heart’s beating at 10 times the normal rate – I headed across the courtyard into the main school building.
I looked round and she had already turned her back to me. I noticed that her cardigan was rather big for her and hung slightly off her shoulders. Before I knew what I was doing I had grabbed her cardigan by the collar and pulled it down about her elbows, the cardigan had buttons up the front, about half of which were fastened and my action succeeded in trapping her arms against her sides.
I honestly expected her to start screaming at this point and calling for help but she was surprisingly calm and detached.
“Vicki” she said and I had to remind myself she was talking to me “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go at once. This isn’t funny.”
She struggled a bit testing her restraints and fumbled for the buttons on her cardigan. Not daring to speak in case my voice betrayed me I grabbed her hands and held them together in front of her, Miss Harris had surprisingly slender wrists and while I don’t have big hands I found I could just about hold both her wrists in my left hand while I used my right one to undo the belt that was loosely tied around the waist of her cardigan.
Taking one end of the belt I wound it around her wrists three times knotting it securely, I still had more than half the belt left. I forced Miss Harris to sit on a chair and pulling her bound wrists forward I wound the free end around both her ankles. When I was finished she was stooped forwards in the chair, unable to lift her wrists any higher than her knees.
All the time she was talking to me (to Vicki, even now I find it hard to credit myself with what happened in the library), reasoning with me, calmly demanding to be untied.
In the end I couldn’t listen to her any more, I spied a white lace handkerchief poking out of the corner of her cardigan pocket and I grabbed it, wadded it up into a ball and stuffed it in her mouth, cutting her off mid speech.
The woman continued to talk although her speech was less coherent now. I could see her tongue was already working at the gag trying to push it free, before she could do so I whipped off my Moriarty High neck tie and wound it round and round her mouth before knotting it between her teeth. Finally she fell silent; her big brown eyes looked up at me with a mix of trepidation and anger as she tried to maintain her authority status despite the circumstances.
I smiled at her apologetically “I-I’m truly sorry about this,” I managed to say, then I grabbed my rucksack and ran for the exit.
“Hang on in there” I whispered. “I’ve got the ransom. You’ll be free in no time.”
Giving the boot what I hoped would come across as a reassuring pat I took my torch and the documents and entered the stone shelter. Inside it was surprising well lit. Lanterns hung from the walls illuminating the open barn-like space. In the centre of the barn was a wooden chair and sat in that chair was Kelly Macintosh. Her hands were tied around the back of the chair and criss-crossing white ropes covered her chest and legs; from shoulders to ankles there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t covered in rope and her mouth was sealed with black tape.
Her head hung forward against her chest and at first I wondered if she might be unconscious, but then she groaned slightly and her eyelids flickered open. Her eyes widened when she saw me and I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
From behind me came a slow handclap.
“So the legendary Charlotte Angel saves the day again” A familiar female voice purred.
Slowly I turned round. In the doorway stood the Cat, exactly as I remembered from Halloween Night, she was dressed in the same black leather jump-suit and pixie boots, her face and hair were hidden under a pink motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor. Who is this girl? I asked myself. And how does she know so much about me?
“You bought the item I requested?” It was more a statement than a question.
“Of course” I waved the document by way of proof “Now let Kelly go and you can have it”
“I’m sorry. You seem to have forgotten I call the shots here” she replied coldly. She clicked her fingers and a man in a black motorcycle helmet appeared from the shadows snatching the documents from my hand. He took them to the masked woman and she perused them briefly.
Apparently satisfied she nodded and handed the papers back to her henchman.
“Okay let’s go” she said and snapped her fingers again. There was the roar of engines starting up and two motorbikes appeared in the open doorway. Breaking into a run the Cat and her associate hopped onto the back of the bikes and the drivers sped off.
By the time I got to the door of the barn they were gone.
Behind me Kelly let out a low moan through her gag and I hurried back to where she was tied in the centre of the barn.
Removing the tape from her mouth, a pairs of knickers fell out. I turned my attention to the ropes that held her in the chair, whoever had tied her had done a good job, I’d never seen so much rope used on one person and there were knots everywhere. I fished in my rucksack for a penknife and as I did so I asked Kelly to tell me what had happened.
Friday December 5th 2003 was a night I’m not likely to forget in a hurry. With three weeks to go before Christmas Crooksville was hosting it’s annual ‘Dickensian’ evening – a mix of late night shopping and charity fund raising. I’d been looking forward to it, even though I was going to be working in Mr Keats’s bookstore all night. Then my elder sister Verity had volunteered me to be ‘kidnapped’ by the local Pixies. The Pixies are a bit like the Brownies, they are a group for 7-12 year old girls where they can socially interact with each other and earn merits for different skills. I hope they don’t give merits for knot tying I thought grimly as I walked round the market place waiting for the girls to find me.
I felt a bit self-conscious especially as I was dressed as a Victorian street urchin. I was wearing a black jacket with tails, white crinkled shirt, grey checked trousers and black brogues, with a grey cap and grey wool scarf. I also had on a pair of white pop socks under my shoes, just because they were comfortable (hey my underwear was anachronistic too, no one said I had to be 100% Victorian).
” Excuse me are you Charlotte Angel” asked a voice. I looked round and saw two girls in the bright pink uniforms of the Pixies, it consists of a high collar jacket, T-shirt and below the knee pencil skirt in an old fashioned style that I think must date back to the 1940s at least. I wouldn’t be seen dead in an outfit like that I thought. The girl who had spoken was of Asian descent with shoulder length hair tied in plaits behind her ears. She wore a pair of black trainers with her uniform and had a coil of white rope slung over one shoulder. The second girl was white with close cut blonde hair and wore pink calf boots.
I nodded and smiled at them “Please, call me Charlie”
The blonde girl grabbed my arm “Come with us” she said without returning my smile.
The two girls led me through the square and down a side road. The shoppers bustled about us, most ignored us but a few people stopped to watch, a couple even cheered the girls on. I saw my friends, Roxy and Laura, stop to stare and gave them a friendly wave.
“Stop that” Snapped the Asian girl “No one is going to rescue you.”
“Wh- What are you going to do with me?” I played along fighting back a fit of the giggles.
“We’re going to take you to our hideout and hold you for ransom” the blonde girl said.
The girls stopped in a side road “Put your hands in front of you” said the Asian girl. I did so and she wound the rope around them knotting it securely.
“Ow, does it have to be that tight?” I asked lamely.
“Silence Prisoner” she said harshly “Or you will be gagged”.
Her blonde accomplice produced a pink wool scarf and I crouched down so she could tie it round my eyes. As she did so she whispered in my ear. “You’re lucky it’s Anna. Our pack leader’s much worse. She’s got merits for knot tying”
Oh, goody I thought what have I let myself in for? I am so going to have words with Verity when this is over.
Blindfolded and unable to see I was led by my bound wrists for what felt like 20 minutes. The longer we walked the less noise I could hear and it was obvious we were getting further and further from the town centre. The concrete beneath my brogues gave way to grass and I suspected given the general direction we’d been walking in, that we must be in the park. Finally I heard a door creak open and I was led in to a wooden building.
“Okay sit down.” said a voice, I think it was Anna’s but I’m not sure. Obediently I let myself be guided to a wooden chair and sat down. Immediately I felt more rope being wound around my waist securing me to the chair. At the same time someone was at my feet tying my legs together at the ankle.
“Right Lucy, pass me the camera”
I heard the click and whirl of a Polaroid camera thought about smiling for the picture but decided it might be better for the cause if I at least tried to look scared instead. Another photo was taken and a third.
“Okay Lucy I’m going to start collecting the ransom. You stay and guard the prisoner till Pack Leader gets here”
I heard the door to the clubhouse, or barn – wherever it was I was being held – swing open and close again. Anna had gone, I wondered idly how much I was worth to the citizens of Crooksville, I wasn’t exactly in Kelly Macintosh’s league but I was a bit of a local celebrity, albeit a reluctant one. In the 4 months that I’d been here I’d witnessed and even thwarted several crimes, and got my picture in the Oxford Mail twice. Having said that I was still a relative outsider.
After a few minutes I could bear the silence no longer. “Hello” I said, “Lucy is it?”
“I’m not supposed to speak to you” She said, “Pack leader wouldn’t like it”
“I won’t tell if you don’t”
“She’ll find out. She always does. She scares me”
“What’s to be scared of? What can she do to you?”
“She’ll punish me, like she did before”
I began to feel slightly uneasy, was this girl being bullied?
Before I could press her any further the door creaked open again
“What’s going on here Anna? Why isn’t the prisoner gagged?” I guessed this was the pack leader, there was something familiar about her voice, why did I recognise it? I didn’t know any young girls in this village, did I?
“S-Sorry Pack Leader. We didn’t think we needed to, she came quietly”
“Never mind, go and stand guard outside, I’m expecting a visitor, Don’t let anyone through without the password, right?”
“Y-yes, pack leader” There was an uncomfortable silence that I could sense even through the blindfold “Er – pack leader?”
“What is the password?”
“What it’s always been – ‘Pixies Forever’”
I heard Lucy open the door and go outside. The Pack Leader turned her attention to me.
“Hello Auntie Lotte” she chirped and for a moment my blood ran cold. It was Amber Matthews, my kid sister’s best friend. She was a horror and a brat; I hadn’t seen her since the previous Friday when I’d been baby sitting her and Dippy. They’d tricked me and tied me up but with a little help from my boyfriend Mark I’d managed to turn the tables on them. Amber had been pretty angry with me for getting the better of her and had sworn her revenge. Had I realised she was a Pixie I doubt I would have agreed to this kidnap stunt.
“Hello Amber” I replied keeping my voice steady “I would say it’s nice to see you but I can’t see anything just at the moment”
Ignoring my attempt at humour Amber continued “You humiliated me last week, in 6 years no one has ever managed to tie me up like that, Never”
“What can I say, maybe I know more about ropes than yo-ow” I let out an involuntary yelp of pain as Amber tightened the ropes that held me in the chair “What are you doing? I’m not planing to escape”
“Better safe than sorry”
I bit back a fit of the giggles as it dawned on me that Amber was almost inevitably wearing the same prim pink uniform as the girls who had ‘kidnapped’ me. Somehow it didn’t seem to fit with her tough tomboy image.
“Why don’t you take the blindfold off Amber?” I asked “I’d love to see you in your Pixie uniform. Tell me Amber are you a pretty little Pixie? I’ll bet you are. Why I’d bet anything you look cute as a button, all in pink”
“Shut up” She snapped “Don’t diss the uniform, no one disses the Pixie uniform. You say another word and I’ll make you regret it”
“Oooh, I’m scared Amber” A favourite tune of dad’s came to mind, Pretty in Pink, I think it was by the Psychedelic Furs but they were a bit before my time. I hummed a few bars of it for Amber’s benefit and I swear I could feel her blush.
“You won’t be laughing when your visitor gets here” Amber scolded, although I thought I heard a slight waver in her voice. I guess I got to her but it was a hollow victory, she’d gotten to me as well.
“Visitor? What visitor?” I asked. Despite myself I felt a little scared, just how vindictive was Amber? Tied to a chair and blindfolded I was completely at her mercy; she could let anyone in to get at me. I thought back to earlier that day and the Moriarty student I’d left bound and gagged in the girl’s changing rooms. Could she have worked out who I was? Would she be out for revenge? She wasn’t my only enemy either though most of them were in borstal or prison.
“Let’s just say an anonymous party offered us a considerable donation in exchange for some time alone with you.”
“And was that a donation to the charity or to you personally”
“Both” Well at least she was honest about it.
I heard the door open again, the newcomer didn’t speak but Amber did.
“You got here then. Have you got my money?” I heard a rustle of notes and wondered how much Amber was getting. “Spot on, well she’s all yours. I’ll be outside, just shout when you’re done.”
The door creaked shut and a silence fell on the room. I had no idea who was in the hut with me. Part of me was terrified.
Finally after what felt like an age the person spoke “Charlotte Angel we meet again” a feminine voice purred. The cat, my arch enemy. Of course it had to be her.
“So we do” I replied doing my best to hide the fear in my voice “And to what do I owe this honour?”
“Oh I think you know, Charlotte. Do you honestly think I’d let you get away with keeping copies of that document? I told you to steal it for me not for you”
“Copies? What copies?” It was a weak bluff but worth a try I thought.
The Cat laughed “Nice try but didn’t your parents ever tell you never kid a kidder? I’ve played poker with professional gamblers, I can spot a weak bluff like yours a mile off. And besides that I know how you think Charlie – you don’t mind if I call you Charlie do you? -I know you wouldn’t let a clue as important as this slip through your fingers, not if you had the choice. Well, sorry Charlie I can’t take that risk, as soon as you left the house for our rendezvous this afternoon I had someone go into your house and relieve your sister of the copies.”
“Serendipity!” I screamed “What have you done to her you- you..” My voice trailed off as I fought back tears.
“Oh, don’t worry she’s fine.” the Cat purred “although you might want to check your wardrobe when you get home tonight. From what I hear it’s a bit cramped in there”
I pulled angrily at the ropes that held me to the chair but it was hopeless, I was too well tied.
“Relax Charlie, you’ll hurt yourself”
“Don’t call me Charlie,” I said through gritted teeth “Only my friends call me Charlie. You call me Charlotte. Got that Delores!”
The Cat froze, even through my blindfold I could sense her eyeing me up and down. Then she started clapping her hands together slowly.
“So you finally worked it out did you?” She said at length. “What gave me away?”
I had her full attention now, I thought about it carefully before answering “It’s been bothering me all day, Why would the Cat kidnap Kelly Macintosh just to get at me? It would have been far easier to snatch Serendipity or Leona, any one of my friends. Taking Kelly required a lot of planning what with getting her driver out of the way first. There had to be more to it. You specifically targeted Kelly because you wanted to get back at her as well as at me. She stole your boyfriend so you thought you’d punish her for it.
“You know I might not have made the connection even then, but you slashed her dress. That’s when I knew for certain it wasn’t a random kidnap and that Kelly had been deliberately targeted. I realised then I’d seen you driving the limo earlier, you slipped up. You’re hair was peaking out from under the cap. Red hair. All the clues were there – I just needed to piece them together.”
“Well I can’t say I’m impressed Charlie. To be honest I thought you would have got it weeks ago, maybe you’re not as smart as I thought you were”
“I still reckon I’m smart enough to bring you to justice” I retorted
She laughed coldly “I doubt it, I’ve been committing crimes a lot longer than you’ve been solving them and believe me knowing who I am and proving it are two entirely different things.”
She was right of course, no matter what I thought I knew I had no evidence. I hadn’t even realised I knew who the Cat was until a moment before I said her name out loud but suddenly 5 weeks of investigation had paid off. The stupid thing was the answer had been right under my nose all the time, at the same time I’d had my first run in with the Cat, Delores DeMontford had suddenly started stalking me. I’d been treating these as two separate mysteries; who was the Cat and why was Delores so interested in me when in reality each question answered the other.
“I’ll find a way to prove it” I told her feeling defiant “and when I do your feet won’t touch the ground, you’ll be sitting your GCSEs in a young offenders institute.”
“Ooh, fighting talk. Now I’m scared” There was a silence then she spoke again. “Still it wouldn’t hurt to teach you a lesson, just like I did Miss Big-Time Celebrity.
“You know” she added “that Pixie girl, – What’s her name? Amber? – She shows a lot of spunk, reminds me of myself at that age. Maybe I should take her under my wing. Show her the ropes so to speak. What do you reckon Charlie? Good idea? No, you’re right. I should test her first, give her a little challenge, If she comes through I may make her my protege. I’ll go talk to her now. Thanks Charlie, it’s been a blast talking to you. Now don’t go anywhere”
“Where am I gonna go?” I retorted “Ipswich”
The Cat laughed coldly. “That’s what I love about you Charlie. You have such a good sense of humour”
I heard the door open and close and realised I was alone in the hut. I pulled at the ropes that held me to the chair wishing I’d never agreed to be kidnapped, even if it was in a good cause. It was hopeless, I was securely fastened and with my arms tied down I couldn’t even reach up and remove the blindfold.
I don’t know how long I sat in that chair; no one came in to check on me. My stomach rumbled loudly and I realised I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. It had been a strange and hectic day.
Finally the door opened and I heard at least three voices chattering excitedly.
“The ransoms been collected now” said a voice I think was Lucy’s
“Was I worth much?” I asked
“Two hundred and Twenty Seven Pounds fifty-four pence. A new record. The most we ever got before was £93.06 and that was for the mayor”
I nodded impressed, then I asked myself how much of that was from Delores and I felt a little sick
“I take it you girls are letting me going now then,” I asked, not unreasonably I thought.
There was a pause before a voice I recognised as Amber’s replied “Not exactly. We’ve been offered another £25.00 if we… Well you’ll find out.”
I didn’t like the sound of that; I opened my mouth to protest but one of the girls forced a cloth into my mouth ( I think it was!) and a moment later a strip of tape held it in place.
The door to the hut creaked open yet again and I heard Amber’s voice “Okay lady, she’s all yours.”
My heart leapt into my mouth as stiletto heeled footsteps entered the hut. At the same time I could hear the girls leaving, they sounded slightly nervous. This was not good.
A surprisingly smooth hand brushed my face, inspecting my gag and blindfold to see they were secure.
“So this is the girl the boss wants humiliated?” It was a question more than a statement
“That’s her” I was surprised to realise Amber was still in the room. Was this the test the Cat had intended for her? “Her name’s Charlotte and she thinks she’s some great detective. It’s pathetic really. I mean look at her, does she look like Nancy Drew to you?”
“Don’t know” the older woman replied “I was more into the Famous Five myself. Come on let’s get her ready to move”
I heard a noise like plastic snapping and a sickly sweet aroma pervaded my senses.
“The boss invented them” I heard the woman explain to Amber “Chloroform phials, you crack them open, hold them under the nose and Hey Presto.”
“So, she’s unconscious?”
No I thought, I can hear every word you say.
“Not exactly. As I understand it she’ll still be able to hear us for a while. The drug paralyses at first, sleep comes a little later. It will knock the fight out of her though so it’s safe to untie her.”
Sure enough I felt the ropes fall away from my arms, legs and finally my wrists but I felt as limp as a rag doll. I just slumped in the chair.
“Right” said the woman “I’ll hold her up while you undress her.”
Undress me? No way. I have to fight this. It was no use my muscles remained frustratingly uncooperative. I felt my jacket pulled from my shoulders, then my shirt and skirt. If I was paralysed, I would have shivered and turned bright red being exposed
“Now, quickly, tape this over her crotch. She’ll be wetting her herself because of the drug.”
Tape this? My eyesight was fuzzy as I heard the sound of adhesive but due to the lost of my sense of touch I couldn’t tell what they were doing.
What was probably hours later, I heard a voice cry out, “Miss, are you ok? Oh my gosh, you’re bound!” Seconds later, I felt hands work around my wrists and the rope I found myself bound in was free. The stranger’s hands like wise remove the rest of my leg and knee bounds and then carefully pulled away the tape. Out of my mouth came a pair of knickers–yucks!
“Here, miss, take my coat. You must be cold, al’ naked,” I looked down and gave a yelp: My bra was missing and I was wearing…oh my gosh! A nappy! I turned a beetroot red.
“Miss, let me call the coppers,” he said, yamking out his mobile.
Suddenly, the events of the past few hours flooded back to me. “No, no, there no time! Do you have a car? Can you quickly drop me at…” I gave him my address.
Fishing my front door key from a mat (luckily mum kept such a key) I let myself into the house. “Serendipity!” I called out her name again “Serendipity!”
No reply. I cast my mind back to my conversation with Delores earlier. ‘Best check your wardrobe’ She’d said. I took the stairs two at a time and threw open my bedroom door.
“Serendipity are you in here?” I shouted
A soft thud from inside the wardrobe was my only response.
Hastily I made my way to the far side of the room and turned the key, opening the wardrobe door. A small pink and blue bundle fell out at my feet.
It was Serendipity! her clothes were removed and she was wearing her blue knickers and training bra. Her wrists had been handcuffed behind her back and she was tape gagged.I eased the gag from her mouth an another pair of knickers fell out.
“Dippy can you tell me what happened?”
“I-I’m not sure. It all happened so fast. Amber came round and I was showing her the information I’d gotten for you. Then she had to go to this Dickensian thing. Next thing I know there’s this big woman in a ski mask stood over me, don’t know how she got in. She makes me hand over the disc and the copies of that document you bought back earlier. Then she does something to the computer, drags me up here and ties me up, stuffs me in the closet. Oh, Lotte, I’ve never been so scared. Wait, why are you naked and wearing a nappy?”
February 11, 2013
Name: Jennifer Thompson
Age: Around 17
Diaper worn: Possibly pampers, goodnites pull ups, Depends (not sure which type), Tranquillity ATN (latest)
Using diapers for: Bedwetting, occasional/often day usage
Comments: Mother must always tape on her diaper at night at home without fail every night every week all year. Only once could she do it her herself as she was on a sleepover. In the morning, she lounges in her soaked diaper until she wants to remove it. More often than not, she waits or has to wait for her mother to untape her diaper in the morning. If that happens, she is not allowed to untape the diaper at all herself or touch it.
Jennifer is also “punished” by making to wear tape on diapers at home if she has wet her panties. At school, she is allowed to wear goodnites for modesty sake, although they have risen up her clothes and her boyfriend and possibly others have seen it. This is called the “Three Day Rule”. Once at home, her mother removes her pull ups and puts her back in proper diapers (ATNs) and makes her wear them but changes her regularly for hygiene’s sake. Sometimes she gets to wear the whole ATN since it’s not used. During hot or summer months however, her mother changes her ATN several hours to prevent infection. This “Three Day Rule” may be extended for a week or a few months, especially if Jennifer is sick and her mother thinks she needs to drink a lot and sleep more in the day. Her latest long “Three Day Rule” involved Jennifer using the ATNs in the day intentionally, sicne she said there’s no point in wearing a diaper and not using it. In previous times however, her mother would punish her more if she wet the day diapers or pull ups.
Her mother as placed her in ATNs for long car trips. She has been humiliated by being changed standing up in a ladies room, albeit in a stall but with other ladies noticing. She has also been changed on the ground while hiking. For some strange reason, Jennifer accepts this lifestyle.
Update: Mother diapers her almost 247 now. Only time she can wear panties is to school with a pull up underneath.
Pictures of her:
March 15, 2012
“BANG! BANG BANG!” I was suddenly aware that there was a loud noise. Eyes still closed, I stretched out my arms and was about to open my eyes when I heard another knock and then footsteps. “Wake up, Miss Seager, Wake up!”
“I’m…up,” I said in a super sleepy voice. “Wait a minute,” as I noticed am tall dark-haired man standing over my bed. He was dressed in normal blue jeans and wearing a white polo T-shirt.
“Who are you?” I said, slouching up in my queen-sized bed.
“Officer Michael Parkins,” his badge was hanging around his neck. “You missed your court trial yesterday, Miss Seager. And now you are under arrest.”
“What?! ioh..oh my gosh,” I cried, fully awake. I was suppose to defend myself against some miscalculation of funds–long story. “I’m so sorry!”
“You can explain that to others. Now, please turn around, hands behind your back,” the office ordered.
“Wait. Can I at least get dressed and call my….”
“You studied law Miss. New regulations say we can arrest people immediately on the spot, wherever they are, what ever they are doing. Now, turn around unless you want more charges slapped on you.”
I resigned and did so, a cold steel dug into my wrists. He brought me up and patted me down roughly. I was dressed in a pink thong and pink short baby doll, thus I flinched and turned red as he did so. “Kneel Miss,” I was going to ask why but I remembered the new rules, all suspects were also to be chained around the ankles. Thus he did so.
“I’ll let you put on your bed slippers and drap a bath towl around you, but that’s all,” he remarked. Minutes, later, I was seated behind in his patrol car on the way to the station.
At the station, I was led to a metal bench and my chains were locked to more chains, keeping me seated. After fifteen minutes, another policeman came in and told me I was to be processed. “There are no female on duty today and we must perform further body searches on you. We will not be rough if you cooperate.”
“I will, I just want this done an over with,” I said, resigning to my fate. I was brought into another room and my handcuffs, and robe were removed. Immediately following suit, my night clothes were removed and an intrusive search began, with gloved hands probing and my cavities. Finally, they finished.
Re-cuffing my hands, albeit in front, one of them instructed, “You get your chance to use the toilet for number two, and that will be the last time for a while.”
“Cause you’ll be in chains and also nappied afterwards.”
March 13, 2012
The kidnapping of Esther Heed is a heart gripping story of how a kidnapped millionaire’s girls lives through the whole sequence and finally gets locked into the Stockholm Syndrone to escape with her captors. Starring world renown and award-winning actress Emma Weston, it initially drew flak due to the scenes of nudity and bondage through out, not forgetting the constant swearing and almost rape scene. Emma and Scriptwriter Carl Thompson are here to explain the movie.
Me: So given my short summary Emma and Carl, is there anything you’ll like to add or clarify?
Emma: Why thank you this interview. You said “bondage”. I would say handcuffs, leg irons would be considered as “bondage equipment”. Yes, my character Esther is gagged almost every minute with a panel gag. I suppose that’s one such tool but the running idea was extreme silence and effective restraining–or silence rather. It’s nothing to do with domination sadomasochism stuff.
Carl: Thank you. Yes as Emma remarked, they are restraints which appear to be bondage stuff, but aren’t. If you want to dig so closely, yes we bought the gag and leg irons online from such groups, but not as a representation of them.
Me: Let’s go back to the background of the show. You’re well known for a famous movie series and one that’s has such a young audience. Why this?
Emma: (laughing) Yes, it sounds derogatory and paints a terrible image of me, considering I’m only sixteen right? But I’ve always wanted to break away from the “safe” type of movies or shows and try something new. This was a budget movie, a short one but it also was one with an element that I wanted. So even with opposition from my manage, my publicist, my parents and much discussion, i took it. I don’t want to be the normal female actress forever.
Carl: We thought it would take an older actress but Emma’s name came up immediately literally; she in fact called us one we place the script to all acting studios. I was like, are you sure you’re her? But yes, Emma did some “formal auditioning” and she got it easily. I’ve never worked with such an amazing actresses.
Emma: Thanks Carl.
Me: You really had no qualms about being stripped, locked and then diapered?
Emma: Well, that’s the first thing everyone chats about and some try to criticise. Simply, it passed all censors and even young teens can watch it. No, after my discussion, I didn’t see it as anything. It’s acting.
Me: It wasn’t say a body suit or anything? You’re vulva was really shaved in that scene?
Emma: Yes, you can’t shave a body suit can you? That took one take, but the preceding practices, it was all just a mock up. But that really did happen physically. My co-actors Dan and Sam really did shave me down there. As were the cutting often my jeans and my knickers, that also took one take. The cutting of my bra, well, that took four takes due to the camera angle.
Carl: Yes, that scene only. Emma’s the “one take Weston” girl. But that “cutting of the bra” scene, the lighting wasn’t great at first so we haha wasted lots of bras.
Me: And you were then diapered…
Emma: It’s what you never see in movies about kidnapped people right? How do they pee or shit? As this movie involved the victim being restrained 24/7, how do you let the person exercise bodily functions? That’s the beauty of the script and why I wanted this.
Me: So what was it like peeing and then defecating in the diaper?
Emma: (laughing again) Remember the “number two” was only done once in the show. But the peeing parts. Yes, I really did pee, it wasn’t any props at all. I did wet the diapers/nappies. Again, not something you expected me as an actresses to take.
Me: Can I ask how was it again?
Emma: You mean how the peeing occurred? That was a big stuff. Before the shooting began, I in fact wanted to see what being diapered was about. So without being changed into diapers, I wore one myself for about a week. For almost a day, i just couldn’t make myself pee into the diaper, no matter how much I drank. Only at night did I get up, stand up and pee. The rest of the week, I really practised peeping, but lying down as it was in most scenes of the movie. Then when it came to the shooting, it came almost naturally.
Carl: I too was wondering about that first, but when it came to the shooting and given what Emma did before hand, it was so bad, to put it simply. In fact, she stayed in the diaper between shots–since we took takes almost every hour and day. Of course, we had to use new diapers for different scenes.
Emma: Haha, yeah. I stayed in the diapers.
Me: And defecating…
Emma: Ok, that wasn’t really planned at first. I thought it was too gruesome and icky, which it was. But yes, it was during one take where I was really cuffed, gagged and diapered and didn’t clear myself of my breakfast when I signalled almost frantically to get them release me. So I brought up the idea with Carl and that scene happened. Yes, I did mess in the diaper. No, as the movie went, the kidnappers did not clean me up–the camera stopped, they released me and I cleaned up myself. But that was shown like for a minute or so. As you saw in the other parts after that, my character Ester gets to use a bucket instead. Yes, my butt was wiped.
Me: Oh wow. it must have been tricky, being handcuffed behind your back, shitting…
Carl: Emma again managed it really well.
Me: And how about the restraints then? Esther was shown from start to end cuffed. Even during meal times and bath times…
Emma: Like the diaper, that took a short while to get used to. The very first day, I told them to handcuff me, hands behind and let me move about. Break or lunch time, I got the crew to feed me. Then with diapers on, there was no excuse to ask to pee. As for the gag, same stuff. There however, was one trick that happened. After one scene, it was lunch time but instead of releasing me, they left me cuffed to the bed, gagged and in a rather half soaked diaper for half and hour!
Carl: We did joke around then. But all safety was assured.
Me: And the shower scene?
Emma: Yes, again no body suit. I know I’m a 36C girl. Ok, whatever, even though I’m a teen. Yes, basically, chained, albeit hands in front, gagged but showering. Took two takes though.
Carl: Not really a hard scene again. Emma did great.
Me: There were’n’t many diaper changing scenes though….
Carl: It wasn’t scripted to be. Again, that’s just to show how a kidnapped victim has to live and go about daily functions. Now the peeing happened alot as shown in the movie. As well as shitting. That happened. Again, this isn’t considered in other kidnap movies. Or books.
Me: Being restrained that long, even off takes must have caused marks on your skin…
Emma: It did but with some cream and by not moving around too much, it’s ok. It wasn’t placed on too tight. Not even the beginning when the scene showed Ester struggling.
Me: Were’nt you at all shocked being almost fully stripped and then in the later so-called assault/rape scene?
Emma: First question: No as I really wanted this role, I was prepared for it. I wasn’t fully stripped, I knew I was just going to be diapered and that’s all. Second, question, it was NOT a rape scene. Dan appeared naked but was clothes below the belt. My shirt was cut open yes, but my breasts were not full exposed unlike the shower scene. No attempted sexual action at all. My diaper was taped on.
Me: Ok cool. But how do you see yourself then Emma, especially with all this?
Emma: As I said, I made my decision. I don’t think I’ll be hated for it at all.
PS: All of this is fake but You can easily guess which actress I’m imagining.
December 2, 2011
The new rules:
1) All females age 13 and above until about age 60 will be subjected to it. Even foreigners and tourists.
2) This excludes handicapped, mentally ill or those with other medical conditions. Officers will access, case by case.
3) Injured females will not be excluded by special form of restraints and slightly different treatment.
4) Foreigners or tourists will not be exempt from the rule unless their country sign preferential deals with the government. Signs and pamphlets will be distributed at all ports of entry to warn tourists and others of the new rule.
5) The rules are final; any female who tries to resist the measures will face rougher handling. Protests by any females against this will still arrested.
1) Upon any arrest of a female for any crime, she will be handcuffed (always wrists behind her back) and ankles chained with legirons.
2) A panel gag will be applied to the girl. If she is 13 or 14 years old, a tape gag of two strips of thick duct tape plus a breathable cloth as stuffing with be used instead.
3) All such females, whether one such suspect or many, will not be transported in a normal police car but instead in a police van. Each girl will be secured inside cages and at least one male police officer per female in the van.
4) At the station, the suspect’s fingerprints will be taken with her hands handcuffed in front but then re-handcuffed behind her. Her gag will be temporarily removed but warned not to make a a sound as mug shots are taken.
5) Next, the subject can either be handcuffed to the waiting bench. She will not be allowed to use the toilet unless it is absolutely necessary. If she has to during this time, she will still be restrained. The toilet cubicle will have no door and the male officer (rarely female) will assist her in cleaning up. If not, she is escorted to the examination room where up to four male officers will be present. All bindings and gag will be removed and the girl will be instructed to strip off all clothing, items: jewellery, hairpins, earrings, rings anything on her body. She will be asked to do this twice, and if she refuses, the officers will handle the stripping and may turn rough depending how much the girl cooperates.
6) Once fully naked, a full body cavity will be performed by only one senior male officer, never by a female unless in extreme circumstances. He will check all areas skin and cavities: nasal passage, ears, mouth, anus, vulva/vagina and double check that there’s nothing else on her body. A scanner will be used if necessary to double check.
7) Once checked, she will be escorted to a side where a doctor will examine the subject to see if she can withstand further restraining and incarceration. If he disapproves, she will be held in this room under observation until she can be fit to be restrained or need further assistance. If he says yes, the girl will be locked, still naked, on to a medical examination table. If her vulva is too hairy, it will be shaved, even against her will, albeit gently. A Tena Slip Maxi Diaper/Nappy will be taped on and secured with locking knickers. She will then be dress in a translucent gown that may or may not hide her breasts, depending the cup size.
8 ) The officers will take over, restraining her and gagging her as before. She will be led to a cell. Each cell for each female will obviously not contain a toilet. It will have a ring on the wall where the girl’s restraints will be cuffed to for at least one hour before she is released to moved, still gagged and restrained in the cell. There will be a small bed with medical restraints on. She will be restrained for 24/7 will a CCTV monitoring her in the cell. Before dinner, she will be allowed to use the toilet to defecate, but with on hand handcuffed to a ring on the wall. Similarly after dinner, each girl will be allowed to use the toilet for defecation as well an hour before lights out.
9) During meal time, she will be escorted to a canteen area but still will not released. Officers will feed her and of course the food will be according to her dietary and religious requirements. Not a word, other and the sound of chewing and swallowing or she will be denied the rest of the meal.
10) At lights out, she will be released from the chains and locked flat down to the bed with the medical restraints. Depending on the results of her medical examination, her gag will still be a muzzle gag throughout the night, or changed to a duct tape gag or she will not be gagged sleeping but warned to be silent.
11) Every arrested female incarcerated will be allowed only to shower once a day and that is before breakfast in the morning. She will be escorted to an open area where guards will assist her in removing her nappy, clothing and restraints but placing on handcuffs with longer chains. Her ankles will be handcuffed to chains linked to the wall. Given eight minutes, she will be subjected to a shower with average temperature, which will turn on and off with barely enough time to shower. Only liquid soap will be provided.
12) Escorting to court. The girl will appear still gagged, shackled and in the prescribed outfit in front of the judge. If her lawyer needs to converse with her, her or she needs to apply for a permit for the gag to be removed. Only when the girl is called upon to speak to the judge, will her gag be removed.
13) Prisoner transportation. Occasionally, the court may be held in a city further away or she may be extradited overseas. For such cases, the female shall remain in the same restraints, with the addition of a hood. This hood is to be tightly but not fully wrapped around her head to block out light and disorientate her but not to suffocate. It shall be used when bring her out of her cell and into the transportation van. Only inside the van should her hood be removed. On rare occasions such as extremely hostile or uncooperative female, the hood will remain on forever. In transporting the female prisoner, at least two male marshals should be sited in the back, even if she is locked in a cage. The suggested number should be four. If there’s more than one, this number should be multiplied accordingly. The guards should not unnecessarily stop but if needed, at least two guards (therefore four is better) should remain with the female or females at all times while the others rest or gather food. On no occasions (under medical or emergency) should the female be fed even if it is a long journey.
Van Transportation: As mentioned, it should be either a cage van or just a normal one. Prisoner should be strapped in in a seat belt like strap to hold her and if medical exam allows, chains to be linked to be van. The van should not speed so as not to cause excessive physical harm. Routes will be randomly selected and there should always be a back up van and additional unmarked support vehicle.
Water Transportation: On certain circumstances, females may be transported by a special prison ship. Again, they should be locked down, whether chair or benh, though the latter will be more uncomfortable. Aas it is a ship, the vehicle’s velocity may not be
14) On certain occasions, such as acts or lesser nature, the female may be allowed to be transported via public transport. This may also be so to humiliate the girl. She may either be dressed in prison or civilian outfits but again, a nappy must be worn and no bra or metallic items should be on her to aid escapes. In such a case, one marshal is an appropriate number to escort her but two or evne more if she is uncooperative. In terms of such prisoner
1) Visitors: Will have to apply for a permit to visit girls incarcerated for more that a few days. If the visitor in female, she will be handcuffed and leg-ironed but not gagged or diapered.
1) If the girl is found not guilty or is released, she will be provided with he own clothes back only after being escorted home, handcuffed and diapered. if her clothes were damaged as a result of the officers’ doing, she will be reimbursed.
All these rules are final and all must obey these rules.
August 12, 2011
By Claire Harrison
Sixteen year old Katherine (“Kate”) Tevenson has been arrested for underage drinking and threatening the peace of the neighbourhood. As you might expect, she is in a jail cell. What you may not expect is that she is far from free to move literally.
Her clothes–a pink spaghetti strapped top, black cardigan, purple mini-skirt, black bra and blue knickers as well as translucent tights as been stripped off her. Her heels, earrings, hairpins, scrungie, navel ring, watch, bracelet and necklace as well as any other objects on her body have also been removed. She is instead clad in a translucent white dress that reached down to barely cover her crotch area and is sleveeless. Her bra has been taken way and the build-in pads are not sufficient enough to hold her C cup breasts. Instead of knickers, she is forced to wear a thick Tena Slip Maxi Adult Diaper.
Kate is further handcuffed with her hands behind her back in double lock chain-less handcuffs. Two straps are secured above and below her boobs, holding her arms to her sides. The handcuffs are attached to a belly chain. To that chain runs another long chain that links to the short chain legirons around her ankles. She’s not given anything to wear on her feet. Finally, she is gagged with a tube in her mouth and a leather pad connected to the tube. Straps secure the gag around her neck.
This may sound torturous and ridiculous but given the recent violence throughout the country started by young female gangs and youths joining it, the government has reacted swiftly, declaring that all females from the age of thirteen upwards be secured in the manner that Kate is, regardless of the crime. This, as the country’s Home Secretary declared, “is a means to deter ano such violence or criminal act from any female in the country. All rights to girls from that age are waived. Only handicapped and elderly woman are excluded”.
Kate is unable to even move as she is connected to another chain on the wall. The guard re-appears and it’s lights out. Kate is first check for any devices in her hands, toes or hair. Her diaper is check if wet–usually the females can signal to the guards if they wish to use it to defecate as it is deemed too messy to change a messy diaper. Satisfied, Kate is then locked to the bed using thick medical restraints across her torso, arms and legs. She is blindfolded for extra measure.
It’s 6 a.m. and Kate is awoken by the guard again. He assists her out of men and removes all her clothes but still keeps here handcuffed, legironed and gagged. Embarrassed, she is led to a shower where he attaches her to a chain and cuffs her hands to the front. After the coldest bath ever, she is back in in the cell. He flips open a small opening in her gag and attaches a funnel. Another extreme measure is to feed the gagged prisoners a liquid while gagged. It is designed so that the girl won’t choke but is still unable to emit much sound.
After feeding and drinking is over, Kate is hauled her feet; her trial is going to commence soon. By 830 she is escorted with two guards to a stand where her restrained, gagged and diapered state is in full view. Her mom and dad are in the audience. Again, because of the riots, her mom is handcuffed and gagged–but not changed to he same clothes as Kate. The Judge notes that her case is straight forward and just fines Kate. After much paper, work, she is finally released from the chains, gag and diaper.
Other girls who face prison terms are less fortunate; they spend the whole term restrained, gagged and diapered 24/7. During each arrest, girls are handcuffed and panel gagged. At the station, policemen give them a thorough strip search and cavity search and all females must obey or force will be used against them. Diapering is mandatory even when the girl is having her menses and only waived under certain circumstances.
June 19, 2011
I had just arrived from overseas and was kicked into the middle of my University’s Fresher’s week. I’m about 152 cm tall, slim, medium sized breasts and long black shiny hair that flows down to my breasts. Still, I’m very Tom Boy-ish and wear jeans practically everyday; skirts only if I have to.
I finally moved into hall after lots of administrative trouble with tons of stuff so much that I even had to ship stuff over in two big parcels. I immediately go to meet my new flat mates—Elsa, Jane, Vicky and Annabel all who were much taller than me. Elsa immediately clicked with me as she was an avid chess player and interested in photography. “I play touch rugby and was a cheerleader too,” she said, as I let her try the titbits I brought from overseas.
Fresher’s week is an understatement—the orientation for first years lasted two weeks at least. In the first, after settled my courses, I plunged into the crowd and like thousands of others, was loaded with tons of leaflets and goodies. I head straight for the chess club booth and Elsa and I signed up. Then I followed my new friend around as she tried out for the sports teams and it was there I met another lot of new faces. In the second week, it was down to orientation with the groups, but somehow the chess society did not have one. “Come along to my rugby initiation then,” Elsa said “you get to meet both the girls and boy’s team.”
Their orientation was held in a house about two miles away and really early. Elsa was in direct contrast to me in clothing—she wore a purple mini skirt with pink tights and a black cardigan over a blue spaghetti strap top and black bra while I was in jeans and long sleeved shirt ( I was still adjusting to the weather). “We’ve got to improve you dress sense dear” my friend remarked as we walked to the place. The party was the usual student’s kind—lots of drinks, small snacks and loud music which I didn’t particularly favour but didn’t complain. Again, I shook hands and hugged a whole new bunch of people and was lingering around when suddenly someone shouted, “Initiation!”
With that the light suddenly went out and I was grabbed from behind, a hand around my mouth and an arm around my torso. “MMmmmgh!” I scream when a voiced hissed into my ear “it’s the game, darling”. I ‘m not you darling, I thought but hear other muffled screams too. I was dragged out of the living room and felt my feet hit another person until I was forced down on the ground. The hand was removed from my mouth for one second when a cloth like material was forced into my jaw, muffling my shouting again. I continued to struggle as my arms were yanked behind me and cords were wrapped around my wrists. No! I thought but decided not to struggle further as I may injure myself. So my hands were bound and my ankles were given the same treatment, then I was yanked up and carried over the guy’s shoulder. At the same time, I continued to hear more kicking sounds and muffled yells. I felt the guys hand grope my bum and thought you sicko, I ‘m going to get you for this. Later, you would see that I changed my mind.
The lights went back on as I was laid back on my bum. “Hi, I’m Joe,” and I finally got a look at the person assaulting me. A quick look around and I saw eight other guys with girls tied up in the room. “You’re my captive for two days.” Captive? I’m not in the rugby team, I screamed as tried to push the cloth out of my mouth. He saw that and shaking his head, he adjusted it in again and producing another strip of cloth, he sealed it it. I was now effectively bound and gagged.
“Alright, there’s only on bed so one at a time; Joe you go first!” With that, Joe lifted me up and he helped me as I hobbled to the bed. I was laid down and suddenly he hovered over me. No, don’t you touch me, I thought but instead his shadow moved away and I heard cracking noises. His hand reappeared with ice cubes in them and I shirked as he lifted my shirt and stuck cubes between my bra and my breasts. I shuddered and moved wildly across the bed, but he held me firm there. Then he lowered his head and licked my face many times.
I was brought back to the corner as I watched other girls, including Elsa receive the same form of “torture”. Finally, someone shouted, “Bed time! Get comfy with your bonds girls, tomorrow’s another day.” Already tired from the dancing and alcohol, I managed to fall asleep despite my bonds and gag.
I woke up and realised I was still trussed up. Instead of Joe however, a female face peered over me. She reached down and I gave no resistance as my gag and bonds were removed. “Th…” I began but she covered my mouth and said, “The game ain’t over sweetie.” I was helped up and given water that I thankfully accepted but urgently need to use the bathroom. I tried to indicate that but she said suddenly, “strip.” Strip? I thought, “Strip dear, unless you want me to do it for you. We’re playing dressing games now.” I gave an argument but finally gave in and slowly removed my jeans and shirt. “Bra and panties too,” I was told and was buck naked soon. There were only two of us in the room and I was turned such that my back was to her. Shivering, I waited until I felt something being wrapped around my crotch and waist. Even not turn around I knew it was a diaper and said it out loud. “That’s right dear, you’re being diapered for a while with a Tena Slip. Hold still.” I found no reason not so and the diaper was firmly attached to me. “You expect me to use it?” I said, still turn my back to her. “Duh. Joe will explain later honey.” Next, a large tank top was placed over me and I saw it was a cheerleader’s shirt, one size too large for me. “My bra?” I said “Nope dear. Wear what you get”. The final item was the skirt which barely covered the diaper. “Have a nice time” was the girl’s final remark and Joe came in.
“You look so cute,” he said and I blushed, feeling terribly naked. “I’m not even in the rugby team,” I gave my protest, “let me go. This is silly.” “Nope,” he replied, “it’s our form of game. Elsa told me about you and your dress style. You look much better in this.” “I don’t,” I said, stamping my bare feet but suddenly realized I couldn’t go anywhere. The girl had taken my clothes and underwear and there was no way I could walk back in a diaper and bra-less. “I guess I have to be tied up now?”
Naturally was Joe’s answer and I was made to lie on the bed. Instead of rope, I was handcuffed to all ends of the bed in spear eagle style. “Open wide,” Joe said and something was bunched up in his hand. It was a silky material that was sealed in place with duct tape. “My sister’s knickers’—don’t worry, their clean”, he said making me shriek further. Giving me a kiss, he department and Elsa was marched in with the same girl. I tried to tilt my head and watched as Elsa was diapered and dress like me. Meanwhile, my bladder emptied itself onto the diaper and it felt strange peeing like that but funnily enough, sensual.
Joe came back again as Elsa was brought out. For the next two hours, I laid there bound, gagged and diapered as Joe introduced himself further, stroking my cheeks, arms and thighs. In another place, I might have screamed and screamed and report him as a molester but I begain to enjoy it. Apparently, the girls were bound in this house while the new rugby boys were given another form of initiation next door. The diaper girl was actually the head of the cheerleading team and I would finally be released tomorrow, after a sort of “fashion parade”, where every girl would be displayed bound, gagged and diapered. “Oh, I’m hungry and I bet you are. Want something?” I gave a grunt in reply as I only had a slice of pizza and some chips last night. Joe return with some ham sandwiches and unlocked me. My hands still stiff, he cuffed them behind my back while he removed the gag. “Thanks,” I said as he fed me
“So what’s next?” I said, “finishing my last bite. “Oh we’ll order lunch for all and then You’ll be re tied in a hog tie and then to a chair. You know what’s a hog tie don’t you?” I didn’t actually and said the “assault” last night was really frightening but quite fun. We then found that we had more similar interests in astronomy and chemistry when finally Joe said, “Let’s get you moving.”
That meant being cuffed wrists and ankles and gagged, this time with a piece of cloth and tape. Joe lead me out to the main room where the other girls were all tied up—I was the only one cuffed. “I bought handcuffs specially for this,” Joe whispered in my ear. Lunch came soon and again I filled the diapers with my urine and realized I was blushing. “Looks like your girl’s the fastest in wetting, Joe” another guy remarked. He must have see the yellow stain on my diaper since I was forced to sit with my legs open.
The hog tying was not as bad as I thought, maybe because Joe made it not too tight. But after 30 minutes, it began to hurt my arms. While I lay there, Joe again was stroking me and feeling my long hair. He’s actually a great guy, I thought, despite all this “fun”. As I was released from my hog tie, I felt Joe rubbing my wrists and arms with some ointment before passing it to the rest. He does have some magical touch I thought.
We were allowed to use the bathroom for besides peeing before we were separated and tied to the chair. I noticed that my diaper was about half full and as Joe strapped me to the chair, I told him. “Melissa will let you change later”, he said his face really close to mine. Suddenly, our lips met and we had a long kiss before he pressed tape—two pieces this time—across my lips.
Later, the cheerleading captain did come in and gave me a new diaper, remarking I was the only one to get a change. I blushed as I slid it on myself and straighten my hair. Joe came back and I submitted to another lot of bounds—this time with tape around my wrists. Then we talked and talked about our interests again before we decided on the fashion show. Joe would cuff my wrists and ankles but wrap rope above and below my breasts, while my gag would be a tight stuff gag. So it did happen the next day and somehow I was voted the sexist captive amongst the group. As I slid back into my shirt, Joe came by and pressed a skirt into my arms. “Wear this instead of your jeans.” And so I did and that marked the end of a wild Fresher’s week, where I found my boyfriend.
June 6, 2011
Diapers as Rehab
By Claire Harrison
For 18 year-old Leanne Perkins, stepping out of a non-decript centre marked the most important change in her life. All it meant was carrying a black bulky bag and wearing something unusual underneath her clothes. In stead of normal girl”s knickers, Leanne had a Tena Slip Maxi Adult Diaper taped in place. it was secured further with locking knickers to prevent her from touching or removing them. The bulky bag contained her supply of Tena diapers for the duration of her rehab.
Yes this is “rehab” not a cold room, coummunity service or juvenile delinquent centre but simply know as “Nappy Rehab Centre”. Founded by a group of new pyschologists, its aim is to nurture lost and rebellious youngsters back by removing thier most common need–that of using the loo. Girls (most girls since the crime statistics show it is the female sex) bring their whole lower underwear collection to the centre. They declare that’s all they knickers they have and their supply is locked away. In exchange, they are made to wear adult diapers.
“We stock the common Brand Tena Slip or even Cuddlzs though the former is more in supply,” remarked Dr. Wilson Gough, the head or f the centre. “Basically, we assist the girls first, shaving their vulva and cleaning it before taping on. The catch is, they have to have it on 24/7, for the duration of their contract which can vary from a week to a year or more. Thus, they are further secured with locking panties which only their parents or guardians will the sets of keys to unlock them and change them when needed. The girl [or boy in rare cases] is thus trapped to using the nappy for both urination and defecation. If the punishment is light, we will instruct the parent ot let the child use it only to pee.”
“Patients” are further injected with various serums that cause thme to be incontinent–only urinary. This further creeates a deterrent and makes the girls conscious of what’s going on between their legs. “It does sound terrible but that’s the price of their punishment,” remarks Dr. Liang, the centre’s deputy. “With the girl constantly needing to have her nappy changed, she tus can’t venture out as normal without having to return home to get a fresh change. This actually bonds child and parent/guardian together and ensures discipline.”
How successful is it? Since the inception of the plan two year ago, female gangs, girls taking drugs and school drops outs have remarkably decreases so muchthat the police need to assign less patrols. many parents who were involved in it with their child praised it, although some still are apprehensive about it with one or two refusing to send their girl for such rehab.
Two weeks into her six month rehab, I meet up with Leanne who was a fromer gang member who assaulted young children, took a range of drugs and got arrested several times. Today, she has finished her preperation course in secretarial work, hoping to get a short jbo experience before going back to re-do her A-Levels. She’s dressed in a purple spaghatti top with bra black straps and a short mini skirt. Her gang tatoos are clearly visible on her back and her wrists show the marks of multiple handcuffing.
“It was like being an alien once diapered,” she began, pulling down her top to cover the edge of her diaper sticking out of her skirt. “The first time I peed into it was like being re-born again as a child. Thne slowly as the incontinence drug set in, i broke down and started to cry. It was worse whne my dad changed me. Mom left us and I’ve never had dad touch me like that is all my life,” she stammered the last few bits as I handed her a tissue.
“Then came shitting in it. Oh gosh, I was out shopping and it just haad to go. There were families with young kids around and I thought the whole worldwas laughing at me. Dad was workng late that day so i had to return home and sit in my soggy and shit-filled diaper,” she continued.
“But after a week, I felt it was needed. I use to smoke and take drugs a lot. Now with diapers secured to me, i find is as a weird form or substitute and therapy. Oops, I’m peeing now,” She stopped to lift up her skirt to show the Tena Slip swelling and the yellow indicator fading.
At the halfway point, both parent and child have to return to the centre were their progress will be discussed. if complications arose, the girl would still be locked in her nappy, filling it with urine and feces for the remainder of the time. If she has progressed, she may be freed from the locking device, allowed to change her own diaper and use it only for peeing.
“It really works,” Dr. Gough says to me as I leave Leanne. “Why not give it a try yourself? Say for a month or so?”
The next day, I drag my whole case of coloured knickers over to the the centre. I am strapped down to a medical table and endured five minutes of coarse shaving and a blast of icy-cold feeling from some gel, my vulva is free from any hair. A Tena Slip Maxi diaper is taped on. My blood is sampled and after a while, Gough returns and jabs my arm with a huge IV tube. Fifteen minutes later, I feel a little nauseous but clearly am super incontinent as I flood the nappy, which is secured with the dread locking knickers.
I return home and begin my time of “rehab”.