November 23, 2015 Leave a comment
The cell door clanged open. It had opened many times before but this time was much different. This time was a lucky break of freedom–going home for a few days after my good behaviour record. I was really silly enough to be drunk and thus hitting a father and his daughter, maiming both for life. With a lousy lawyer, I was incarnated in a mix gender prison. Prison life was, well I don’t want to talk about it. That’s why I’ve been looking forward to this moment.
“Blampied,” the first guard said, calling my last name. “Assume the position.” I turned around, knelt on my knees and immediately felt the cold steel secure my wrists and ankles. They brought me up and out of my dingy cell I went, along the narrow dimly-lit corridor. As I passed the other prison cells, cellmate mates jeered rather that cheered at me, undoubtedly jealous at my own window of freedom. Screw them, I thought. They were never nice to me, at shower time, meal time or during recreation. I want this period of freedom…
After many twists and turns, I entered a brightly lit room. My chains were removed and I immediately rushed towards the clothes I originally wore when I entered the prison. Just before I could to touch my clothes, the head warden said, “Stop there. Strip.”
“You heard me prisoner. Take of your jump suit, and your lower underwear.” I never had received such an order from the wardens before, so I hesitated. “You heard me!” He bellowed and red in the face I unbuttoned the jump suit, tossed it down then gingerly lowered the prison-issued panties halfway. He gestured for me to complete the lowering then to lie on the bench nearby.
“What’s going on?” I asked, not moving.
“Just lie there,” he ordered.
“What….hey!” I felt the second warden hold me down. “Tell me what’s going on!”
“You’re about to be put in diapers,” the first guard said and next I felt some icky cream spread around my crotch. “Hey!”
“Do you want to get your break home! By law, all prisoners transported home will not be allowed to use toilets on the way. They will be handcuffed. Therefore, they will be placed in diapers for the duration of the travel,” he announced in a monotonous tone.
“But this…this is outrageous! It is a violation of my rights!” I struggled but it was useless. They turned me around and slip the diaper underneath me. Soon enough, it was taped on.
“Get dressed,” the first warden said and slightly waddling due to the thick of this adult diaper, I slide on my strapless dress, with my prison-issued bra straps explicitly showing. Before I knew, it, the cuffs and leg irons were back on.
I was then led out.
I’ve worn pantyhose of various denier in the past and of course sanitary pads during my period. But this adult diaper was the thickest thing I’ve ever had around my waist. it naturally made me waddle like a duck and with the added leg irons, I could hardly walk properly. I guess I was thankful than instead of my normal heeds I still was in prison-issued flat shoes, but even then the darn nappy hindered proper movement. Damnit, this is ridiculous. Why couldn’t they let me use the the toilet? Do I really have to pee and shit in this diaper?
My thoughts were interrupted as I was brought into another rope. Here, my writing hand was released and I had to sign half a dozen forms declaring my good faith and that any unwarranted action on my part would result in serious disciplinary consequences. “Uh, sir, can as about the dia..”
“Keep quiet,” the warden in front of me said.
“Shut up. Stand up,” I was ordered. Instead of answering my query a belly chain was added, securing my handcuffs to my back and another chain was linked to my leg irons, further inhibiting my walking. Gee, I’m not a mad woman or a dangerous criminal. Why all these fetters.
“Sit there,” he barked and my chains were attached to the bench. Okay, I’ve done everything you guys ask now why the need for a diaper? Just then two new wardens, one male one female entered. S Richardson and B Hanks, I read their name tags. Without any words, they released me and escorted me out of the prison.
Both guards escorted, no dragged me out into the open. It was summertime when was first imprisoned, but now it was late autumn and the chilly weather sting my bare arms and legs. The diaper probably helped to cover some warmth over my crotch, but I still didn’t want it on me in the first place. The male Marshal opened the back seat of a car and I was roughly pushed inside. She reached over and I was buckled in, my cuffed hands jammed behind me. “Don’t try any escape tricks hunny,” she commented and move to the other side. How could I? I’ve been more secure than any pet tiger. With the female Marshal in the back seat next to me, the car started.
“Uh, Wardens,” I began.
“Be quiet,” the male one said, checking the traffic before changing lanes.
“He said button it or we’ll shut you you up,” the female warden added and I felt silent. I can just understand the fetters, I thought but why must I be humiliated and made to wear an adult diaper? Why? Couldn’t they trust me me with peeing normally? And how about shitting? Do I have to poop in these? As I keep thinking these thoughts, I closed my eyes–I didn’t particularly sleep well last night given the weak comforts of the prison bed. So despite the chains, the weak heater and well the damn diaper, I fell asleep. I guess it was nearly two hours later when I woke up, feeling and hearing the vehicle bump. Due to the frosted side windows, I had little clue where we where. As I shifted myself, I suddenly felt the call of nature–it must be the cordial I had for breakfast. “Uh..,” I turned to look at female Warden next to me.
“What,” was here only reply, staring ahead.
“I need to pee,” I explained.
“Go ahead,” she still didn’t look at me.
“Look lady, you know what you have on, Now be quiet.” But, but, can’t you even stop for to let me use the toilet? I don’t want to pee in this diaper!!! I cried silently. Squeezing my thighs together, I hoped I could hold it for a while longer but no, I was extremely horrified as I felt the warm urine against my crotch and the diaper soaking it up. In all my growing up years since I was toilet trained, I’ve never once wet myself. Now, I’ve just pee-ed like a baby in what babies wear.
“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. Then my bladder emptied itself again against the the diaper. “Oh my!”
“Pipe down,” the female warden finally turned to look at me. Then to my surprised, she parted my dress and exposed the diaper. “Hmm, that’s quite a bit. It can probably hold another one or two.” Then her hands shifted my bum. “Good,” was all she said. What was…oh she’s probably checking if I leaked onto the seat. But damnit, I can’t believe I just peed on myself.
To Be Continued.
The damp diaper continued to press against my vulva as the vehicle chugged on. By now, My arms and part of my legs were aching from the chains but I was more concern about the urine-soaked “device” against my crotch. When will they change me or will they let me soak it to the full before changing? With this dampness will there be any vaginal or vulvovaginal infections? Damnit, why couldn’t they just let me pee normally like a grown up?
I ran these thoughts over and over again through my head when suddenly, I felt the vehicle turn sharply and then reverse and stop. The drivers’ screen came down and the male Warden Richardson announced, “wer’re stopping for lunch. Now, ou’ll be in public but keep locked. Under no circumstance will you interact with any member of the public or you’ll won’t enjoy your lunch. Got it?” I nodded at these threatening words. He got out first, they I was brought out and finally the female guard. Before I could move a step, they pinned a card on me with the words “Prisoner in transport, do not talk.” How nice.
As they led me towards the small highway stop, the damp diaper again pressed against my bum and crotch. It wasn’t just the thought of inefections that ran through my mind, I also somehow felt like a little kid all over again. Just then, some people passed by and pointed at me. “Nothing to look, just a prisoner,” the Marshals called out. But they effect was there: I was a helpless lady, chained and wearing diapers…
The inside of the outlet was full and that made matters even worse as people stared at me, pointed and made all sorts of comments. Even at a distance, I could here comments such as “woman in chains”, “hey look there’s a convict”, “ooh cute lady all cuffed, must be dangerous”. As we moved to find a table, I heard a little girl’s voice, “Mommy, why is that girl in chains?” “She’s a prisoner, dear.” “Oooh…why is her bum so big? Is she wearing a diaper underneath?” I couldn’t catch the mother’s response but was feeling even more humiliated. Just get me home, please just get me home….
I didn’t get to pick my own food and instead found a small burger in front of me and a cup of cold water. Both of them started eating and I had to prod them to get my hands loose. “The cuffs go in front…” the female Marshal remarked. “But…” “Eat up and be quiet,” she ordered. Ten minutes later, I finished the greasy burger when I felt my bowels signal. Oh damnit, i thought. “I need to go to the toilet,: I whispered and they both rolled their eyes.
“No, no, I mean for…number two,” I didn’t want to use the ‘S’ word.
“Lady, you know what you have on,” the male Warden replied.
“But…please, do you want me to…to poop in this?”
“We’re not let you loose.”
“Please, please let me use the loo. It well smell otherwise. Do you want that?” I was begging now, not so much for wanting the toilet but because my bowel signal was stronger.
“Get her there. But watch over her,” the male Warden ordered. Thankfully, I was led to the disabled toilet. I expected her to removed my chains but no, she reached under my dress and untaped the diaper! “Get and you have five minutes. And you better not be playing any tricks.” I held my cuffed hands. “I said get in.” What the heck, I have to wipe my ass with handcuffs?! Well, at least it’s a toilet, I thought, sitting down. As I did my business, I took a look at my crotch. Suprisingly, there wasn’t any rash or red marks and it wasn’t really that damp. Many the adult diapers are that good.
“Finally,” the warden muttered as I got out. “Now, hold still,” she ordered.
“Putting on a new diaper, silly.”
“Uh, look Warden, ma’am, can we skip that? I think it’s really silly keeping me diapered. I don’t mind…”
“I said shut the hell up.”
“Lady, one last time, shut the heck up.”
“SHUT UP!” She pushed me against the wall of the toilet stall and I yelled, my spit unintentionally falling on her neck. “You bitch,” she snarled, and just unfolded the diaper and roughly taped it up. Then she she pushed me face against the wall, switching my cuffs to the back. Shoving rather than escorting me, I was back next to the car and she brought out something. “No, please, I’m sorry….” I wailed but she clilpped on the spit shield before I was locked back in the seat.
Shackled, a spit shield over my face and diapered, I could only sit back and endure the pain and humiliation as vehicle chugged on. This damn diaper, I don’t need it. Sure I just peed in it earlier but they could have at least stopped to let use a loo. Why were they so afraid that I would escape if I used the loo?
The vehicle continued to move and despite my uncomfortable and embarrassing state, I fell asleep. What seemed like maybe two hour later, I awoke, first to the vehicle slowly stopping and second, to a dampness between my legs. Oh my gosh! I peed again! In my sleep! Just as I was about to shift and try to say something, I heard the female warden next to me growl.
“Looks likes there’s a huge traffic jam in the highway in front of us. We’ll never make it to your place in time today. So we’re going to stay overnight at motel. Now, I’m going to remove the shield you be quiet and don’t give me any trouble, got it? If not it stay on forever.” I nodded and was grateful that the dread device was gone. A few minutes later, I was brought out to a chilly location with the sign “Hank’s Motel” visible. Held in an arm lock, I was was brought into the reception area where the burly receptionist naturally raised his eye brows. “One room with two beds,” the male warden requested. “And no, it’s nothing to gape over, prison business.” My skin shining red with embarrassment, they brought me up the stairs. Well, thankfully no guest were present along the stairs or corridor.
The room was a basic room with beds, a table and a TV. “Listen up,” they told me. “We’ll take turns to shower. You’ll be the last.” Great, warden’s privilege. The male warden was first while I remained cuffed and standing. When it was the female’s time, he allowed me to sit. Finally, after ages, the female warden clad a bath robe, brought me in. “Kneel and don’t try anything stupid while I remove your restraints. Remembering the results of my scuffle earlier, I didn’t but as my hands were free, I instinctively moved them to unzip my dress. “On your head,” she growled, and instead she removed my dress, bra and untapped the diaper. “Oooh, so you did still use the new diaper,” she commented, making me turn even redder.
“Hands in front,” she commanded and to my surprise, she cuffed me again.
“Shut the hell up. We’re not in prison any more. You have ten minutes to show, max. Now!” Naked and cuffed, I tried my best at showering, scrubbing especially down there. The shower was really inviting and of course better than prison showers but I must have exceeded the time limit as the female warden came in. I was brought out and expected to be uncuffed but no, she ordered me to stand still and wiped me dry before roughly tucking the towel around me. Back in the room, the male warden was missing but before I could ask that question, she laid me or rather pushed me down on the bed, undoing my cuffs and ordering me to put them on top of my head again.
“You’re diapering me,” I started.
“Duh. Now behave and don’t move unnecessarily. It will be quick. Any problems and I’ll get my colleague to do it instead.” Swallowing hard, she double wiped my pussy dry before smearing icky cold cream all over, including my anal region. Then, she rolled me over and slide a new diaper under. Before I knew it, it was taped on. “Here,” she handed me the same old prison bra and a prisoner jumpsuit. “You’re lucky we don’t keep you in your dress all the time. Hurry up and change before my colleague comes back.” I did so and the cuffs locked my hands behind me again.