June 14, 2012 Leave a comment
May 18, 2012 1 Comment
NB: This does not refer to any real actresses in reality.
Ariana, one of the leading actresses in children’s television, is no in her usual wardrobe, nor is she dressed up for the screen. Instead, she is sitting on a cold wooden bench, her hands handcuffed behind her and her legs secured in leg irons. What has happened.
“Yes, I’m arrested,” Ariana explains, trying to twist her head so that her red hair won’t block her eye. “No, I didn’t commit any crime. This is for show to inform young teens of the consequences of committing any crime. “The state now has a standard set of procedures in arresting and processing young criminals and I’m part of an initiative to show you what will happen.” Indeed, there are several cameras rolling. Suddenly, two policemen approach. Ariana is unsecured from the restrains holding her down and is lead to a table. There her hands are shifted to the front. “Fingerprinting, ” she explains. “Afterwards, mug shots of her were taken, three of them: front, left side and right side.
Ariana, still restrained, was next brought to a nearby room. “This is new,” she explains are her cuffs and restrains are removed. “Everyone, regardless of crime, gets to be be strip searched. It can be done by either male or female officers.” Due to regulations, Ariana’s strip search happens but is not shown. We next see her in an orange jumpsuit, hands shackled behind her, legs cuffed and a chain around her waist and another connecting the two together. Ariana further explains, “I’m no longer wearing my bra and panties. Instead, prisoners have to be locked up 24/7. That means toilet breaks are out except for number 2. Hence, I’m made to wear an adult diaper.” It was quite visible underneath.
Ariana is next gagged with a panel gag. We learn it is necessary to prevent spitting and verbal assaults.
So do you want to be arrested?
March 15, 2012 Leave a comment
“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 diapered afterwards”
February 10, 2012 Leave a comment
It was nearing the end of my year in prison and boy was I waiting to get out. Even though I was only sixteen years old, I was placed in an prison and not a girl’s home, wrongly accused of shoplifting–my friends had tricked me. With no strong lawyer and parents who were divorced and constantly quarrelling, I had no help at all. So I was forced to waste one year of my life behind bars.
Footsteps approached and I shot up from the stone hard mattress with excitement, eager to get out of this hell-hole. Something was immediately amiss as four, not two guards were present. One of them carried a set of manacles–both leg irons and handcuffs. “Are these really necessary, officers?” I asked as my wrists were wrenched together and the usual cold metal stinging my wrists. “Orders, Waldron,” one replied. “You’re taking a ride.”
“Ride?” I queried but was shut of by a forceful yank that dragged me out of my cell and the glare of the guards. My feet restricted for the first time in days, I shifted uncomfortably while wondering what they meant by “ride”. Why wasn’t I going to be released? After a walk down the corridor, they stopped me in front of a part of the prison I was not familiar with and pushed me inside. There, I faced another quartet of men, this time in white medical coats and two of them where holding what I knew as electroshock weapons. What was really going on?
“Prisoner Waldron, it’s going to be simple. Cooperate and we won’t have to use these,” one of them stated, his hand pointing to the weapon attached to waist.
“Wait, what on earth is going on? I’m supposed to be released toda…ah!!” I felt as if I was fried internally and then collapsed, blacking out.
My vision seem to clear but I realised I was not on the floor but on a table of some sort. My vision cleared a minute and I was into a shock–I was stark naked. My large 34C breasts were poking out and clearly my knickers were removed. “Ah, awake. Don’t worry, Waldron, I’m sure you’re used to being naked, having been in prison for a while.” What the “voice”–another of the the four “medical people–said was quite true; during bath times I was buck naked in front of all the male guards. But those were guards and people I knew…
The voice stopped and I saw them lift up my waist, sliding something that made a plastic-like noise. “This is an adult nappy, Waldron,” another voice came. “Where you’re going, you won’t have access to a toilet, especially for urinating. It’s a good nappy, Tena Slip Maxi.” Nappy? Are they going to turn me into a baby?
The incontinence brief was securely taped across my crotch and I heard a buckle-like sound. “We’re securing it in place so you won’t touch it.” Ok, ok, but that still doesn’t explain what is going on? Why wasn’t I released normally? Suddenly, I felt myself lifted up; they have released me from the the table. Apparently, I was strapped down. The next move is helping–well making me wear a tight leotard/swimsuit-like uniform. It is skin colour and although there’s no cups for my boobs, it is so tight that they are held up.
“Ok, all done,” they said and disappeared. The guardscame in, and re-attached my iron fetters. “Open wide,” the leader instructed. “What fo…arghhh…mmmmpph!!!!” A tube was jammed into my mouth. It was attached to some leather plate which in turn had straps on them. These straps were pulled against my jaw and secured behind my head. Ouch! I was beign gagged.
“Stay still,” and with that a thick hood was wrapped around my head, effectively blinding my eyesight. “Ok, easy steps, move,” I was grasped on both arms. After another long tour, I knew we were outside as I was helped up some steps into want I guessed was a prison van. They buckled and strapped me down to the side. After a long drive, the vehicle screeched to a halt. They brought me into to what smelt like a newly furnished building. “Ok, Kate,” a new voice boomed, this time using my first name, “welcome to restricted freedom. You’re wondering if you are free. You are, provided we use you for a whiel for some tests.”
December 31, 2011 Leave a comment
Letters to the Editor:
Treatment of my daughter:
I know the tough measures for the detaining of females include young teenagers but my fourteen year old was visibly shaken after she was arrested for vandalism which in my view wasn’t very much–just a small spot on a wall. After being locked and diapered for almost half a day, she is now still quite shaken from the whole experience and refuses to go out, even to school now. I see the need to address crime, but has the police and government considered the pyschological effects?
Mrs Tammy Benson
Re: Mrs. T. Benson’s article: Overreaction
Police’s official response:
I refer to the letter by Mrs. Tammy Benson complaining about her daughter’s reaction to being arrested under the new rules. While she may be suffering from side effects, there is no need to demand for the authorities to consider effects. Her girl would have clearly understood the rules since they have been broadcasted on the web, media, schools and signs all over the country. As much as one should feel sympathetic, all her daughter should do it seek medical help.
Mr. Cavan Bennett
We refer to first Mrs Tammy Benson’s letter and Mr. Cavan Bennett’s reply. The rules are quite evident that all girls will be restrained and gagged but any medical conditions will be noted. Mrs. Benson’s daughter was proposed to be examined by the police doctor but she herself refused. It is thus her fault if she suffers psychologically from it but we would very much be open to assisting her recovery.
Inspector Mark Harrison
Commissioner Brodie Carson
Chief of Police
Approval of the new laws
As a parent of a very rebellious sixteen year old, I applaud the government’s new move in fully restraining females, gagging them and diapering them 24/7 while arrested. I have tried so many methods to discipline my child but none worked. Once she was arrested for underage smoking and drinking and subjected to the new rules, she has really turned over a new leaf. I urge the government to ignore opposing views and continue with this.
December 2, 2011 Leave a comment
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.
November 11, 2011 Leave a comment
Arrested Salesgirl appeal rejected, sparking mass protest
The Saturday Telegraph
By: Harold Hague
A 20 year old salesgirl lost her appeal case and is reprimanded for a further 3 months in custody. Charlotte Waldron, 21, was literally yanked out of her bed six months ago for failing to stop at a red light a miss paying her fine. “It was around 6 a.m in the morning when a squad of constables burst through my door. I was wrapped up in my duvet and wearing only my translucent light knickers and nothing else on. Despite asking to get dressed, they instead grabbed me and wrapped my blanket over my breasts, handcuffing my hands, ankles and gagging me with the infamous panel gag. After a bumpy ride, they paraded me through a street before bringing me into the police station, embarrassing me in front of the early morning public. Inside, they chained me to a bench and didn’t even re-tie the blanket for me when it fell and exposed part of my right boob. I was given the dreaded strip search and despite being almost stark naked, they still took time touching my intimate parts. I won’t say I was glad to be covered in that revealing prisoner outfit either.”
Waldron’s claim is that she was removed of her dignity and very basic rights by not letting her dress and being intrusive in the body search. The police defended their actions, saying it was within bounds to arrest one who failed to pay her fine and the cavity search was no different from those conducted on other females. “We follow the law to the letter and Miss Waldron has not case. She in fact is the guilty party from the start,” Assistant Commissioner Tom Wyatt stated. “She should remember the new law which is posted everywhere”. Immediately after her six week jail term and fine, Charlotte sued the police but the judge ultimately dismissed her case and re-imposed another sentence on her.
This led to mass protest by first her female friends and relatives, all who ended up treated to the “strip, lock and diaper” process. Just before sentence, the judge allowed me to conduct this interview. Charlotte was in the usual restraints, her large D cup boobs clearly sagging. Most of the interview was ranting about her mistreatment so there was not much to describe. Checking statistics, the police did indeed see a reduction in crimes committed by females but it would only be a matter of time before more Charlotte cases popped up.
October 29, 2011 Leave a comment
“Miss Charlotte Kelly?” I heard a voice say.
“Yes?” although it came up more like a yes…since I was quite tipsy having a couple glasses of champagne, cocktails and tequilas. I turned in my six inch heels to face a pair of policemen. Uh?
“Your under arrest for writing unsubstantiated rumours that could cause another economic collapse in this country,” came the reply which sounded more like a mechanical voice than a human. I was about to protest as another grabbed my arms and yanked them behind my back. i was in a evening dress that reached only several inches below my waist and and the back exposed most of my skin.
“Ow!” I yelled as I felt cold tight steel linking my hands together.
“This will keep you quiet,” another said and my jaw was pried open and a thick leathery-plasticky tube was pushed into my mouth. it was linked to some kind of pad and strapped cut against my make up-fillled cheeks. This “thing” was locked behind my nicely permed and bundled up hair. It took me a few seconds to realise that it was a panel gag, worn my fetish people. Why this? Then, I remembered the “no rights for women” police law, which allowed police to strictly cuff and gag females of almost all ages and keep them so. Darn it!
“Move,” I was told. I nearly tripped as I was half dragged with on-lookers starring at me as I was dragged out of the main hall. Outside, the chilly night air bit against my bare skin and I was dragged towards a back police van. I nearly sprained my ankles as I was literally pushed up the steep steps. Inside, I was pushed towards a mini cell and my cuffed hands were locked against a set of rings and cuffs on the metal wall. My ankles were also treated to manacles that were pretty short enough to make me think they were handcuffs. Finally, a hood was draped over my head and the cell was locked.
The van jerked immediately, yanking me against the wall and causing me to yelp out through the gag. “Shut up and stay that way or we’ll taser you,” came threat. What the heck? I thought. How could I obey that given the way they secured me to the seat/mini cell. I could only bear the pain of the fetters which obviously was exacerbated by the speed of the fast moving van.
All of a sudden, the vehicle screeched to a hat. Gosh, how far did we travel? The cell clanged open and the men swiftly released me from the seat restraints. Again, the cold stung me as I was dragged into a dark building where I could barely make out the sign “Police Station”. I was dragged to a desk and for the first time, they adjusted my cuffed hands to the front. “Don’t think we’re letting it easy girl, we need to get your fingerprints.” My cuffed hands were pressed against an electronic scanner–wow, they’re hight tech now–and within in seconds my prints were entered into their database. With my hands behind my back again. I was marched to a wall with height marking on it and immediately guessed what was next. “We’re going to remove you gag but any noise and you’ll be sorry,” snarled the smae mechanical voice. “Remove” was the wrong word, the leather panel gag was yanked out so hard it almost cu my lips and mouth. The mug shots took almost the same time as the finger printing–one facing front and oen at the side.
“Ok, Charlie,” how did they know my nickname was Charlie. “We can do this the easy or hard way. Either you strip for us or we’ll take of you nice dress for you.”
“No…” was what I could muster. Actually, I meant no this was all wrong–the sudden arrest and treatment, despite knowing that this was the new legislation in place. However, two me immediately grabbed me. One held me firmly while the other yanked the thin straps of my evening dress down. Immediately, my breasts and my pink bikini knickers. I was wearing those translucent/invisible bra forms around my boobs instead of a strapless bra and my sweat from all this suddenly “kidnapping” had made both cups loose.
“Ah such sexy knickers and well, what a method of holding up your 34 Bs,” he said while the officer reached and yanked away the stick on bra. I screamed and turned bright red as my full boobs were exposed but was only given a smack and the same warning to keep quiet.
“I have my rights!” I yelled, ignoring him.
“So do we,” snarled the officer who took off my bra. My knickers were pull down half way and instead of fully removing it, he produced a knife and cut them off.
“Hey, you damaged my clothes! The rules said that ow…..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My body was fried. “If you don’t shut up, we’ll shock you and perform a painful body search. Now, last change cooperate or else.”
The search was probably the most excruciating time of all my life. They removed everything from my body: hairpins, earrings, rings, bracelet, necklace, tummy ring, watch and everything. They tocuhed every cavity: ear, nose, mouth, frisked my breasts, my hair and poked around my vagina and anus. Finally, they stopped and dragged me over to a table wear something whitish was on it. I was strapped down using medical restraints and knew that I was being locked in an adult diaper–a Tena Slip Maxi to be exact. I always wondered why they chose such a maximum protection diaper since it would never be fully used–at least use a Tena Slip Plus which doesn’t have such big a capacity.
After being diapered and with locking panties on–unnecessary in my view since girls would be restrained almost 24–They draped a short but translucent gown to cover my exposed boobs. I was then back in the cuffs and leg irons and panel gag. They prodded me down a dark corridor and my cell was revealed to me. Since it was late at night–I judged the time to be 11-ish or so–I was restrained to be hard prison bed with medical straps again. “Good night, Charlie,” was the last I heard.
Lethargy over came me so despite the most uncomfortable sleep position, I feel immediately asleep.
The clanging of the cell door awoke me from my slumber and suddenly I felt the urge to pee. Then I remembered I was and that I was restrained and diapered. As the officer approached the bed, I had no choice but to empty the contents of last night’s drinks on to the nappy. “Ah, good morning Charlie, so the diapers do come in handy after all eh?”
I blushed again as the dampness between my legs grew and grew. Without any more comment, he undid the straps holding me down and lifted me up. The rattling of chains was heard and I submitted myself to the cuffs and legirons and belt (Note: I still had the panel gag on through the night and luckily, I didn’t choke on it).
Outside, the usual lot of guards were there and I was escorted down the dark corridor again to a dazzling bright area which was for showering. I definitely yearned for this especially given the events the night before. However, the guards/policemen instead re-cuffed my hands to the front with handcuffs with a longer chain. The gown was cut away and my diapers were removed. Deciding that making noise wasn’t a good option, I motioned towards my gag for them to remove it.
“You don’t need your mouth to shower. Now you have 6 minutes. Get on with it and we’ll shut off the the water exactly then.”
I turned to face the shower, noticing only one tube for shower gel–clearly having a bar of soap was too dangerous. As I moved into the shower “pit”, a blast of cold water hit me and I couldn’t help but yelp through my gag. After half a minute, I fumbled using my cuffed hands to gather some soap and with difficulty, I tried to wash myself, especially my crotch area and anus. The latter of course was extremely difficult given the way my hands were arranged. Before I knew it, the water was off. The guards were back, handing me a towel and again I had the difficult task of drying myself, handcuffed.
They made me wear the same diaper–well it wasn’t fully soaked–and a new gown. Then the “leader” from the night before appeared and told me that i was going to be brought to court early. My case would not have a lawyer it seemed, as it was a serious crime that was evident. What nonsense, but of course couldn’t object. “Breakfast will come later,” I was told, making my heart sink further.
Apparently, the courthouse was some distance away so again, the van was needed. This time however, another apparatus was placed on me–that of a dark hood. It was clearly unnecessary as I brought out of the building and back into the “mini-cell” of the van. This time, the ride was smoother but the seat restraints were still cutting into my flesh.
I was soon in a court room with no audience and made to stand, chained, gagged and wearing a diaper to face a prosecutor would read out my charge and a judge. Some court proceeding it was. The verdict was swift: Given my age, I was not given a jail term but was to be humiliated by being chained at the city centre. My labtop, computer and internet connect would be removed for a year and I would be monitored if I was near any PC.
I was nearly sun burnt and my crotch was steaming and sticky with all the urine packed against it when they released me from the pole. I was locked back in the van and after a bumpy ride, I was at my flat. My neighbours didn’t seem to notice the clanking of the chains I was led into my apartment. Standing up, the single policeman uncuffed me and my hands, senseless from the restraining, almost literally dropped to the floor. The rest of the chains were unlocked and so was my gag. Finally, I was stripped of the dreaded diaper and gown. Nude, he handed me a bill–expenses for the diaper and a further fine for my crime.
August 12, 2011 Leave a comment
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.
August 8, 2011 Leave a comment
“Pull! Pull! Pull!” I constantly kept of tugging at the handcuffs that locked my wrists behind my back, ignoring the pain that had tripled over the last few hours. There was no way I was going to stay cuffed, bound and gagged with my ankles stocks as stuffing to prevent more noise from emitting. I had been trussed up in the bathroom for hours, so tight that I couldn’t move and as a result, couldn’t prevent myself from wetting myself.
SNAP! The chains linking the cuffs finally broken free. Success! It was simpler from then on, wriggling to remove the ropes around my breasts and then working at the knots around my ankles and knees. Finally, again ignoring my damp panties, I stood unsteadily up, and move to work on the door. It snapped open, and I cautiously moved out.
I was shocked to see my sister, gagged and bound on a chair, still in her swimming costuming. Blood was flowing down from what looked like a shot to her arm. “Oh Leanne!” I cried rushing forward.
“You lose the game,” The dark figure emerging from the side room said.
“Evil man! I’ve enough of your games!” I cried.
“Haha!” he snapped of his mask, My brother then walked over to my sister and used a cloth to rub of the tomato sauce and freed her.
(So yes, this was a real act I played and no one got hurt at all. Unfortunately, I did get damp clothes as a result).