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Extreme Lock-Up

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.

Fresher’s Week


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—Sian, Catherine, Lauren and Jemimah all who were much taller than me. Jemimah 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 Jemimah 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,” Jemimah 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. Jemimah 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 Jemimah 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. Jemimah 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 Jemimah was marched in with the same girl. I tried to tilt my head and watched as Jemimah 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 Jemimah 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.

Diapers as Rehab


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”.

TV Series Episode 2: Getting Female air force pilots into diapers


Episode 2: Getting Female air force pilots into diapers

(NB: This is a fictional story and references to real life articles and people are just to indicate how the story was inspired. No harm or malice intended)

Scene: Planes flying by.

Claire (voice over): The Tsunami, new subsonic bombers of the air force are the latest lethal weapons of the country. A stealth aircraft with both air-to-air and air-to ground weapons, it is the key first strike weapon to be used in any conflict. The inaugural squadron is 645 squadron, where only the maintenance people and the wing commander is male. All the rest of the pilots are female, since the new recruitment drive by the female Defence Minister.

Scene: planes swoop down and perform impressive manoeuvres

Claire (voice over): Due to their slow speed, pilots can spend between eight to twelve hours up in the aircraft and natural nature calls at least once in flight. Previously, it was simple by allocating pilots what were called “piddle packs”, but those suited the male anatomy fine. With females at the stick, the air force was given the Advanced Mission Extender Device by the Americans, but this was mostly defective and caused medical problems on the vulva. I’m here at 645 Squadron to figure out how to prevent a mess in the most advanced aircraft.

Wing Commander Joshua Dalton: We’re very thankful for Claire’s offer of help. My female pilots are Top Guns and excel in every area of their work but when it comes to flying long hours across the globe, they loose concentration when they have to fiddle around and pee.

scene: Claire is at the gate of 645 Squadron, dressed in blue tights, blouse and skirt. The male air force policeman not only runs her her through a metal detctor, but brings her in for a strip search (not shown)

Claire talking to Flying Officer Sandra Lee and Flight Lieutenant Laura Speirs

Claire: So you two are the newest and youngest female pilots to the Squadron?

Lee: Yes we are. Just out of university and flight school.

Speirs: I was an assistant intelligence officer before transferring to become a pilot. It’s becoming more and more of a trend to join. And not really because of the new policy. Ever since I’ve read about pilots Juliette Fleming and Nikki Thomas (see This article )

My mate was doing her washing the other day and she just hit the floor as a rocket landed worryingly close to the laundry. She was most indignant and told me, ‘If I’m going to get blown up, I’d be really p***** off if it was when I was washing my knickers?.

Lee: For me, it was about Flt Lt. Helen Seymour (see this article) as well as the early female ground breakers like Flight Lieutenant Julie Ann Gibson, Jo Salter, Kirsty Moore and Squadron Leader Elle Hillard (see this link). Also the first female to perform QRA, Flight Lieutenant Helen Gardiner see this and now Flying Officer Emma Atkinson this link.

Claire: Wow, cool. Well I guess let’s cut the talk and get into the plane.

Scene: Claire is helped into the Flight suit and other gear by Lee, whom she will be flying with. Her blue knickers are visible with a catheter like device attached to her crotch area.

Claire (as Lee is straightening her suit): This device I’m told catching the urine from the pilot’s urethra and deposits it in a bag that turns it into gel and is disposed off only when the plane returns to base.

scene: All dressed up, Lee, Speirs and Claire walk to the flight line. Unlike a normal fighter jet, there is no afterburner or moving down the runway. Instead, the plane moves vertically up so fast that its just a blur.

scene: They burst through the clouds and Lee performs some fancy aerobatics.

Lee: How are you Claire?

Claire: Trying to find my legs. Everything’s so tight.

Lee: That’s how it will be.

scene: Hours later, the sky is pretty dark.

Claire: Sandra, I hate to say this, but I think my bladder’s bursting.

Lee: Go ahead and adjust your suit so that you can pee.

scene: Claie doe so but a slight mistake causes her to spill her urine all orver her suit.

Lee (after hearing Claire’s exclamation): Yes that happens. Even worse if your the one at the stick. And we have another six hours to go…

Claire (grumbles).

scene: Finally, the plan is back on the ground and Claire joins the fighter pilot ladies for a shower and a hot tub.

Claire (to a group of pilots): So how many of you had accidents like I did while flying?

Almost all the pilots raise their hands

Squadron Leader Leanne Dale, Deputy Squadron leader: It happens even if you adjust the device correctly. And for long overseas missions, you just can’t take your hands off the stick and touch it down there.

Flight Lieutenant Nicola Stevens: Yes, once I just tried to squirm and nearly crashed into my wingman–or wingwomen.

Claire: Well, you can’t let’s nature’s call spoilt such an important duty.

Dale: Do you have a solution then?

The next day:

Claire returns with a duffel bag. After going through the strip search, she meets up with pilots Dale, Lee and Speirs.

Claire: Hi ladies. This(bring out an adult diaper) will solve your problems.

Dale (eyes popping out):Diaper? A Nappy?

Lee: You’re kidding!

Speirs: Actually, I think it may work.

Claire: Well, at least there’s one optimist. Simply put, instead of fussy around with your tube and device or what not, wear this adult nappy for your flights. it’s highly absorbent and can stand quite a bit of peeing. You don’t have to and you should fill it completely in flight but other wise it should solve your worries. Just pee in it.

Dale and the other do a bit of conferring and a test flight is done, with Claire helping them adjust their diaper tapes. They head off for a flight and many hours later they are back, all four of them are out of diapers.

Dale: Ok, who wants to start.

Lee (squirming): it went well but after two rounds of peeing and coming back, i found that i had rash on my groin.

Speirs: It’s not as breathable as i thought it was. Eight hours in a cockpit and diaper gets you a burning crotch and butt.

Dale (turning to Claire): I’ll be more practical. If we use nappies, what’s the cost going to be for a Squadron of around twelve for the long term? Will it be more than the current devices? Second, pilots will eventually face trouble in war. Yes, there’s some guides of women as prisoners of war, but definitely none when they are captured with diapers on. How will that go down? And I know my hubby is pretty liberal, but not all these girls would want to let their partners or boyfriends know they spend their work in nappies?

Claire nods and goes back to her lab. Working with a team of scientists, she experiments and then returns to the base.

Claire (to the quartet):He’s a smaller, more breathable adjustable kind of diapers which looks more like your average knickers than a diaper. It’s like a diaper as the tabs can be adjusted. But its undies-like as you can hardly tell there’s any abosrbent padding. It will last as long as the previous diaper and as for rashes (turning to Lee), I suggest you shave yoru vulva and use this cream provided.

Dale (thoughtfully): We’ll give it a go. Suit up girls!

Scene: All the planes land back safely.

Dale: It’s pretty good but I’m stilll wondering about how it would be when we eject and get captured.

Lee: Ma’am, if i may, it’s not pretty good, it’s excellent. I can’t even tell that I dumped my whole bladder just only!

Speirs: Yes, it’s great!

Dale (turning to Claire): It’s seems like you solved a great problem

End credits.

(NB: here are the specific devices some female fighter pilots may use: http://www.omnimedicalsys.com/uploads/IFP-15-1.pdf and http://www.omnimedicalsys.com/uploads/FG-1%20&%20FG-2.pdf)

TV Series Episode 1: Getting high security female prisoners into diapers


This is a fictional TV Programme inspired by Heston Blumenthal and Gordon Ramsay trying to improve food. In this case, the female presenter Claire Welham is trying to improve lifestyles by getting females in diapers.

Episode 1: Getting high security female prisoners into diapers

scene: Pictures of a high security prison in some secluded spot is shown. Female prisoners in black long overall like uniforms shuffle through the corridors.

Claire (voice over): This is one of the several high security prisons in the country. For security reasons, we aren’t allowed to reveal its name or location. This one is dedicated specifically to a female inmates serving long sentences or those charge with serious crimes and need to be confined for a long period of time.

scene:Picture of females handcuffed behind their back. Their legs are chained and their mouths gagged with panel gags. All the chains are linked together to limit movement.

Claire (voice over): Apparently, each inmate is secured in chains and gags 24 hours a day unless it is meal time or a medical emergency. or when  they are given toilet breaks.  It is this fact that ech inmate is given several toilet breaks that attempts to break out or attack guards happen. I’m thus here to see whether my novel solution will work.

Commandant Richard Greys, head of the prison: We’ve heard of Claire Welham’s experience before and are willing to accept new ideas. So long as they aren’t too radical and too swift in terms of changing.

Scene: Claire walks up to the prison gates and is met by Greys and two guards who are armed.

Claire: Nice to meet you Commandant.

Greys (not accepting her shake): Well , you’ve come here to experience life as a high security inmate, Claire. Guards Toye and Pritchard will give you a full introduction.

Claire’s hands are immediately locked in double-locking handcuffs and the two guards half drag her off.

Screen blanks

Returning: We see Claire again this time  out of her blouse, skirt and tights and into a prison uniform.

Claire: Well what happened in between was that I was actually given a full stripa search but placed in this uniform. For matters of censorship, we won’t show you what happened but yes it did acutally happen. Now, the two guards will place me in the required fetters.

Guard Toye, speaking as he and the other guard lock her in: Claire is now being placed in electronically locked handcuffs. Each ring has a special code that only one guard holds so it is impossible to pick the lock like a conventional handcuff and if you try to over power a guard, he will most likely not have the cuff code that matches your lock.

Guard Pritchard: The same goes for her leg irons and her gag which is double locked behind her  head. All th chains are linked  to a waist belt which again has a lock.

With Claire unable to speak, she is led to her cell and allowed to move around.

Four hours later…

It’s dinner time. Claire is dragged out of her cell and marched  along with hundreds of other inmates similarly dressed and chained. Only when their chains are locked into the ground are their gags removed and they are spoon-fed by the guards. Without even cleaning their mouths, theri gags are replaced.

Toye: This is how tight security is.

The inmates however, are not marched back to their cells but directed to an open area with seatless toilet bowls. Groups of ten are then uncuffed and forced to urinate and defecate. Some inmates scuffle but are brought under control.

Toye: This is where the trouble starts. We get such rebellions once they are free from their chains; it just can’t be stopped. We thus arm ourselves with tasers and other non-lethal weapons.

Pritchard: Yeah this is the only activity and we train for it. it’s really frustrating.

Once it is over, the girls are brought back to their cells. At 11 pm, guards re-enter and strap each girl down to a hard bed with medical restraints. The gag is replaced with tape to prevent choking or swallowing and then the girls are blindfold.

Toye: Each cell has two CCTVs constantly taped and watch the inmates every move. If we detect any attempt to escape, however unlikely, we enter with a quick response team (scene is shown) and taser the inmate. She then is placed in solitary confinement for a few hours or days, depending on the level of punishment decided.

Pritchard: Only during the toilet break is there a an attempted prison break. Otherwise, the tight measures keep the girls in check.

Day Two:

5 Am: Claire is rudely awaken by the guards. She is dragged out and with the others, marched again to the toilet area where this time there is no scuffle. However, it is washing time and each girl is stripped by the guards but stilled cuffed. Naked, they are dosed with icy cold water and squirted with soap and mechanically scrubbed. After they are dressed, it is  breakfast, then brought back to their cell.

Toye: Toilet breaks are around four times a day, once just before lights out. We hardly get inmates with accidents. When we do, its so yucky so much that they clean themselves up.

Days later…

Claire is finally released from the experience and back in her normal clothes, she tracks down the Commandant. For the fun of the episode, she is handcuffed behind her back.

Claire: I can see how tight the security really is up to the points of the toilet breaks. it’s only then the inmates can escape.

Commandant: Yes, we know. What are your solutions?

Claire, (motioning to the package next to her): Get the girls in nappies–diapers.

Commandant (eyes open): Diapers? You are joking me.

Claire: Think about it. Since they are suppose to be under restraints  the whole day and only out of them when at toilet break, putting them in adult diapers will cut down that activity. The only time they’ll be out is when they change their diaper–which could be in a day or so depending on whether they fill their nappy or not. You can make them do both in the nappy or if you don’t want a mess, allow them only say two toilet breaks a day for shitting. The rest of the time, they pee in the diaper and are locked away.

Commandant: We’ll  do and experiment on a random sample of inmates, you included.

Claire: Me again?

Commandant: Yes you since it is your idea. Try it for one week and I’ll monitor the effects.

The test commences. Claire, along with none other inmates of the same wing, are in the usual chains and gag, while wearing  diapers instead of their knickers. The first day seems ok and they are subjected to only two toilet breaks. However, on day two during the toilet break, an attempt to escape by one of the diapered inmates still occurs. Day three, one of the other inmates suffers diaper rashes. The following days, most of the diapered inmates are in rash despite diaper changes.

Back in the commandant’s office…

Commandant: That didn’t go to well. I’ll excuse the escape attempt, diapered or not, that couldn’t have been stop. The problem is the diaper rash. And then, whether or not to let them shit in their diapers or just pee. But most of all, look how man diapers were changed. If we roll it out on the big scale, we can’t maintain it for long due to the cost.

Claire (still handcuffed for fun): Yes, I’ll get back to you on that.

Claire, exiting the prison and out of handcuffs, goes off with her pack of diapers. in a high tech lab, she is assisted by a team of scientists working out how to make a low -cost, high  absorbent and still high breathable diaper.

Weeks later…

Claire:  I’m back and I hope to roll out my plan on a big scale. This (she points to a diaper) new nappy will reduce toilet breaks to a bare minimum of two a day only for shitting and that action will be closely monitored by guards, who will disallow any more toilet breaks if that occurs. However, this diaper can stay on the females body for up to two and a half days before changing. The tapes will never lose its adhesiveness. it is breathable but we recommend imamates get their vulvas shaved to prevent rash and cost are reduced by reducing the number of tasers needed.

School girl’s punishment


This is a fictional story. Any reference to any real world events is purely coincidental. I have no qualms with the institutions in real life.

The principals of SBGS, MYGH and THIJ were summoned to the Department of Teaching one scorching afternoon.

“Ladies”, he began, “all your girls have faired terribly in terms of behaviour during and outside school hours. This must stop. I know you have light and simple punishment practices. This must change. I am giving you three a week to implement tough punishment practices and I want to see the them personally. If not, you will find yourself and each of your institutions literally gone. Remember, there’s no more Rights of the Child or Human Rights so you are free to perform anything you like. now get moving”.

Stunned by the demand, the three ladies retreated and each mulled over exactly how to meet the dateline. The week was over and the administrator first visited SBGS. “So, what is your plan?” he enquired. In response, the principal guided him to a room that had the strong odour of baby power. There, a student was strapped to an operating table and gagged with several strips of duct tape. In the place of her light blue sleeveless uniform was a translucent top that reached only to her waist. The student’s vulva was exposed and he watched as it was shaved with a blunt razor. After many muffled cries and impeded struggling, a thick disposable diaper lying under the girl was taped securely over her private part. She was slowly released but not before she was forced into some plastic underwear. “Sir, these are locking panties to prevent the student from removing the diaper. She will be kept in them as long as we determine and have to urinate in them. If need be, she too will defecate in them until the diaper is fully used. Only then will we changed it. The student is to wear only that shirt and the diaper for the whole day and that will be her standard uniform for as many days as we determine necessary. After school, she will not return home until we are satisfied and even then her parents must affirm that she is still kept in diapers when at home.”

“Very well”, the administrator said, taking down notes. He then moved to MYGH and was brought to the flagpole. There a female student was clad only in panties with her arms crossed around her breasts to cover them. The girl wasn’t gagged but as he watched, student walking past nearby picked up a something and threw it at her. Soon, the girl was covered with thick slim and grit. “Previously, girls were only told to remove bras and stay bra-less for the day. Now, they are forced to strip to their panties and chained at the legs to the flagpole. Students will inevitably pass by this area and each student must pick up the sponge filled with mud and other dirty liquids to throw at the punished girl. How long the girl stays there is up to us and the process may be repeated the following few days.”

“Alright,” he remarked and finally moved to THIJ. There he found a student strapped faced down with her naked buttocks exposed and her knees barely touching the ground. The whole auditorium was packed as the discipline master ran forward with a swish-crack as the extremely thin cane struck her skin and the girl yelled out “one”. “This is the first time female students are allowed to be caned. The minimum is ten strokes, skin is washes so that the scars are embedded but the pain will remain for a few hours. Afterwards the girl is forced to stand semi naked with her scarred butt for all to see”.

“Hmm”, the administrator thought. He then ordered all three principals back to his office. “You,” he bgan with the SBGS head, “You idea is ingenious and embarrassing to the girl. But it fails to fully humiliate the girl as she can choose to still control her own bladder and bowels”. “You,” he jabbed at the MYGH head, “You idea really humiliates the student, but she is only partially restrained.” “And you”, the said to the final head, “You may cause physical and psychological pain but unlike the previous two, you don’t really humiliate the student.”

“Nevertheless ladies, you have succeeded. For the future, all three of you must combine your methods. That means diaper the student; get others to throw mud at them and cane them hard. This way, girls will behave”.

Prison Hospital


Of Detentions and Hospitals:

By Claire Harrison

Usually sick leave for me means resting at home without bothering about any articles. This time round however, I had to submit this article, even when on sick leave.

It all started with a burning pain in my abdomen which came at irregular periods. My boss was naturally concerned and gave me a week’s leave and I rushed to see my GP. He declared it an appendix problem and was about to refer me to surgery when he noticed my usual hospital was full. “Oh, there’s this new place which I’m not sure about. Solihal’s Medical Centre. But it’s for the inmates of Duke Prison. Or I can transfer you to the next city’s hospital.” Without any thought, I chose the former, not wanting to bear with this pain any longer.

Solihal Medical Centre’s appearance at first sight was much like the exterior of a prison, barb wire fences and sentries patrolling. The guard even questioned my presence until he saw me clutching my side. Inside were uniformed officers clearly wardens rather than medical staff and it took me a while to find the reception, if you could call it a reception. It looked more like a security check point, with shielded glass and all. The male officer grunted at me as if I was a visitor and somehow I dropped my reporter’s pass when passing him my appointment card. “Press huh? Well you could find it a nice story.”

The wait was not long but the spasms continued to torture my side. Finally, two male nurses escorted me into what was labelled “preparation room”. Inside, I was greeted by an elderly male nurse who despite my protests helped me out of my skirt and blouse and into a paper gown. Suddenly, he yanked my arms behind me and snapped on handcuffs. Shocked, I was told that this was the regulation for the prison hospital.

If cuffs were needed, then so were medical restraints which greeted me as I entered the operating room. “Even when you are under anaesthetic, this is required,” explain Dr. Barnes, the chief doctor. That was all I heard as the mask slipped me into unconsciousness.

I awoke, slightly groggy and tried to move but still found myself restrained. I was on thin cotton mattress and found an IV tube strapped to my right arm. My bra was clearly missing and wires were taped above my breasts and to the sides of my head. Heart rate monitors and other devices made up my surrounds. My queries were soon answered as Dr. Barnes and a female nurse appeared. “Since I guess you are reporting, we added the monitors for you to get the feel of this hospital,” he began. I was to rest for five days to let the operation settle. Furthermore, I wasn’t to move much and in any case I couldn’t, not with the restraints in place. “Another standard for all patients is that of diapers,” he continued. “We can of course use canisters but that may increase the chance of escape by prisoners. The nurse will fix you up soon. Also, to prevent the planning of escapes, you’ll be gagged but enough to allow you to breathe.”

I asked him about safety, given this amount of physical restrictions. Nothing too dangerous, he replied, pointing out an emergency button and an over heard CCTV camera. “In fact, your additional monitors are linked to the central database which alerts us of any difficulties. Now, I’ll leave you with Nurse John.”

With that, I felt my knickers yanked away and the roughness of razors scratching my crotch. Nurse John was in fact a trained police sergeant as well as a nurse, with years of field work before transferring here. In addition to the ultra thick diaper, he added locking plastic underwear although this was only used for unruly inmates. “You’ll have to do most of your business here, because of your condition and second it is normal for us to come to let you use the toilet so often.” Finally, the gag was applied, a ball of cotton in my mouth followed by a strip of medical tape. Funnily enough, the wad hydrated my mouth and the tape was firm but not too sticky.

The rest of the day was spent lying down although TV with special programmes was allowed for a few hours. Sound was only permitted via retractable headphones. Evening came but I was to be without food for one day, creating hunger pans. Nurse John came by in the evening to check on my diaper and change the wad in my mouth, but other than that, I could not take a look at my surroundings. “We’ll see how wet you get tomorrow, he replied, before drawing the curtain and leaving me in darkness.

The next day, or what I considered day,  a male nurse appeared, explaining it was bath time. I was transfer on a cold metal gurney and still strapped she led me to a spacious area, much like the changing room in swimming pools, except that there were was the pungent smell of sterilising liquid. I was detached from the gurney but still kept in restraints, with my hands secured to chains dangling from the ceiling. My gown was cut off and I was roughly bathed by the staff.

It appeared that security was so tight that even patients/inmates had their teeth brushed by the staff. Back on the bed, I received the sting of alcohol swaps on my anus and crotch before the soft padding of a new diaper was attached. Nurse John allowed me to glance as my head permitted and I saw similarly figures at both sides of me, strapped down but silent. “The one on your left is convicted of second degree murder while the other eluded the police for years. They are not only strapped down but drugged so you should be thankful.” Those words were however little comforting words as he left me.

Around noon, a trolley was rolled in and finally I was given food, albeit, mushy porridge. Just like bathing, I wasn’t released from the restraints and queried the nurse about such measures. “Initially, we had a high amount of escape and attempted escapes because prisoners weren’t held down and some faked conditions. It may be extreme, but since two years ago, there haven’t been escapes since. We accept prisoners even from high security prisons.”

My face express doubts and he volunteered to show me around, with permission from the doctor. Half an hour later, I was restrained to a wheelchair with the IV tube still leading into my arm. As we exited the room, I caught more glimpses of my “roommates” who were sound asleep. “We’ve drugged them as we think they may get rowdy. Anyway, they need the rest to recover”.

I was wheeled back to the administration area where I witnessed the presence of armed guards and other rooms shielded with thick glass and automatic locking doors. CCTV cameras lined the ceiling everywhere so much that you would have thought this place was a nuclear silo or stored precious items. They showed me the operating theatre again, where there were a naked male and female, strapped down and gagged with leather gags. “This is an extreme case since both are known escape artists. Since their conditions aren’t that serious, we’ve restrained them as such. No one would dare escape naked.”

More “restrictions” were revealed as I was moved to another set of rooms. I wrote “moved” as I was blindfolded before reaching them for even tighter security reasons. Instead of just beds there were large cages with the patients/inmates wrapped in multiple straps, blindfolded and gagged. “These are those from the high security prison. The cages are electrified and depending on their condition they are drugged for nearly most of the day and allowed as little movement as possible.” Ouch, I thought, those poor souls are having it a million times worse that I had.

Exiting from a different direction, I noticed a line of people dressed in dark clothing, chained and hooded. “They are the prisoners who are cleared of problems. Again, all inmates are subjected to strict restraints until they are back in their original cells. It’s drastic but works.” To prove the point, I was shown the statistics of the prison before I was returned to my bed. Strapped down again, they surprised me with a blindfold. “Just to give you the feeling of what some patients are going through.”

So for the remaining days I remained gagged, restrained and blindfolded, with all my excretion done on a diaper. Finally, the doctor cleared me to return home. Just as my straps were removed, Nurse John was motioned aside and the Doctor reappeared. “How would you like to experience how prisoners are transported back to prison?” I paused and stilled gagged with tape, I nodded. As I tried to find my bearing after lying down for so long, my wrists were locked behind me with plastic cuffs and the doctor personally lead me to a side room.

With the snip of scissors, my gown was removed and being bra-less, I turned a beet root red, standing there semi naked. He held me firmly as he dressed me in a tight prisoner’s gown. “It’s tight to give you the “restrictive feeling,” he remarked. Handcuffs and leg irons were applied and my gag was replaced with a leather gag. A hood completed everything and I was guided out, my chains were attached to what I assumed was another inmate.

The rest was basically a ten minute march to the prison next door where I was given a strip search. The reason was to check for anything that prisoners may have stolen—one of the other crazy measures I thought. Thus ended my stay in a prison hospital.

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