“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.