Extreme Lock-up 5: The Student


Judge K. Sanders turned the page of her folder. “Next person: Charlotte Seager.”

The door clanged and two guards brought in a girl in school uniform. As per the regulations, she was handcuffed behind her back, with the cuffs attached to a waist chain and another chain leading down to leg irons around her nylon-clad ankle. She was hooded but under the hood a panel gag surrounded her jaw.

“Remove her hood,” the Judge ordered. They did so, revealing a brunette. Her face was all full of perspiration being under the hood and like all females arrested, her bra was removed, exposing her rather large breasts.

“What’s the charge?”

“Shoplifting and resisting arrest,” the Prosecutor announced.

“How does she plead? Guards, temporarily remove her gag.” They did so and saliva drooled down her chin. “Than..k you, your honour. Not guilty. Please…”

“Silence!” The Judge roared and banged his gravel. “Re-gag her!” Turning to the lawyers, he asked for opening statements.

“Your Honour, I represent the defendant. I ask for a motion of dismissal. My client did not commit the crime; it was staged and she was made to look like the perpetrator of this act.”

“Your Honour, this is….I object to this. The evidence I submitted produces explicit proof that she committed the crime.”

“The defendant,” the Judge corrected.

“I apologise your Honour, the defendant.”

“Your Honour….” the Defence started.

“Hold on…Both of you are taking sides. You defence counsellor, are simply making a statement. You  prosecutor, are starting a trial.  I want proper motions and counters next time.” Just then the clock hands moved. “We will re-convene tomorrow at 9 o’clock.”

“Your Honour,” The defence started.

“Make it quick.”

“May I plead on behalf of my client to have her under my custody? She will still be restrained and gagged. I also wish to have her, uh nappies removed. She may have resisted but this is too much for an underaged…”

“Defence, all girls will be treated equally. Denied. As for what is is made to wear, she will be in a chastity belt instead.” Charlotte wailed through her gag. “Silence!”

“As the jail is far from this courtroom, she will be remanded in the holding cells with a belt but when in this court, in nappies. Court is adjoured.”

Charlotte gave a struggle but the guards escorted her away. She was strapped down to a table, her soggy nappy removed and with only light cleaning, a chastity belt was locked around her. She was then cuffed to a chair in a holding cell.

TBC

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The click-clock of heels was followed by the dragging sound of chains. The next sound heard was the unlocking of the door and Miss Lauren Staples was guided into the room. In the middle sat Charlotte chained to a chair and mouth still gagged. Lauren was ushered to another chair were her cuffed hands were switched from back to front and the ball gag she was wearing was removed. A small table was then placed in between them and only then was Charlotte’s panel gag remove. The chief guard warned them about the time limit and then left them alone.

“How are you, Charlotte?” Lauren began, wiping off the saliva from her mouth.

“How…do you think I am! I’m shackled and gagged 24/7, have me nappied and now in  a chastity belt! It sucks! This sucks! Get me out of here!”

“Sssh, Sssdh, I know it is dear. But I encourage you to keep your volume down dear, people can here you,” Lauren wanted to reach out to touch the teenager but remembered there was a CCTV.

“I’m not suppose to be here. Can you get me out of this?”

“I’m your lawyer. Look let’s go through your cases from the beginning again.” Over the next fifty minutes Lauren heard Charlotte’s account of the incident again. Just as Charlotte insist again on her innocence, the door clang again and the guards announced that time was up. Charlotte was re-gagged and so was Lauren. The latter’s hand were locked back behind her and she was escorted out through several doors before returning to the check-in or rather check-out desk. With one hand bound she signed several forms before her bra was returned to her. She quickly change back into it and only then were the rest of her chains and ball gag removed.

That was quite an experience, she thought as she caught a taxi back to her office. More the parts about being restrained when entering the police station and then courtroom rather than the whole case itself. The girl is toast, she thought and she typed out the remainder of her argument on her computer. By half past six, she was too tired to write anymore and headed home. Just as she unlocked her door, a hand reached out and covered her lips. “Guess who?” the voice growled.

“Mmmm…” she struggled and easily got free but the person held her hands behind her. “Tom. stop it damnit! Later ok? I had a tiring day and I need a good shower and rest.” He released his girlfriend but hour later as she slipped her nightie over her satin knickers, he tackled her, drew her arms behind her back and started to wind duct tape around her wrists. “Tom…” she whined.

“Hush, you have no right to argue,” he said then moved to tape her ankles. “Tom, I’ve a court case tomo…mmmmphh!” she ried as he stuffed a clean black pair of knickers in mouth and sealed it with a strip of tape. “Don’t worry, it’s a nice way to get you to sleep soundly and quietly. You’ll be free in the morning.” But alas, at hlaf past eight, she was still bound and gagged with no boyfriend in sight. Only after repeated muffled cris did he appear and cut her free. “Damn you, I’m going to be late and the judge will have my head for breakfast!” Lauren two of her tights before she was ready and made it to the courthouse half an hour before hand. “Try to change your record in arrival time, Miss Staples?” The courthouse guard

“Very funny, Guard,” she said, then surprised, the guard grabbed her hand. “I’m due in court today.”

“We’ll only released you ten minutes before the trial starts; you know the rules. We will allow to have your bra on.”

“But I have to write,” she protested.

“Ok, fine, hands in front,” he said said and cuffed her in front and then snapped leg irons around her ankles. He lifted up a ball gag and she shook head. “Open wide ma’am.”

“But i have to…mmmpph,” the ball was stuck between her teeth and strapped in place. “I trust that you won’t remove it until I do. Go ahead.” Glaring at him, she entered the office assigned for her and re-read through the arguments she formed, or rather the lack of it. This girl is toast, she thought. Well, the less time I have to spend it cuffed and gagged here, the better. After a few minutes, she got up to the ladies, finding it a little difficult to unzip her skirt and lower her tights. The handcuffs even scratch her crotch as she wiped it but then remembered how much worse it was for her client. Just as she exited the toilet, the same guard came up to her and announced that Seager’s parents were here.

“Mmmmph, remmmmph?” she lifted her cuffed hands asking for her gag to be removed.

 

The Isle of discipline Part 1


“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have landed on the Isle of Rein. Please stay still while plane comes to a full complete stop.” As in the case with many flights, passengers ignored that request and began unbuckling their seatbelts and reaching for their carry-on luggage. I would have join them, had my hands not been locked behind my back in handcuffs and my ankles secured with leg . Another hindrance was the burly man sitting next to me, Max. Ok, I have to explain my current state. It started off a week ago when I was called into the inner sanctum of my big boss. He laid it down directly to me: he was pretty displeased with my performance after 3 months on the job. “I’ll out it straight to you. You may have excellent academic results, but so far you suck at all practical work. There are hundred of other applicants I would like to give this job too….” I waited for the inevitable words “you’re fired.”

“But…I will give a condition. If you agree to take the next six weeks off, unpaid, and head to a location that I set up for failing or poor performing employees. you may hang on to your job.”

“Head to a location?” I asked.

“The information in here,” he handed me an envelope. “Pack lightly. I’ll be receiving updates on your progress.”

Well, the information stated that I would be “arrested” and transported by some fake police officer to some Island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It also contained a contract simply stating that I was to obey any and everyone whom I came in contact with, no questions asked whatsoever. So despite the growing heat, all I did was stay still, the binding torturing my hands and arms. It was probably like forty sweltering minutes later that my seatbelt was unbuckled and I was helped or rather dragged out my seat. Walking quite painfully in the fetters, my small luggage was retreieved by the “policeman” Max and then I was directed towards a darkened vehicle with no markings. Once inside, the strapped me down to a wooden surface and a black hood was wrapped around my head. That, plus the rattling of the vehicle, provided a good level of discomfort but I was strictly ordered not to utter a word.

I guessed it was about thirty minutes later when I was guided out of the van into a much cooler environment. Still in the chains and hood, I was told to stand and then heard Max’s footsteps retreat and another set footsteps approach. “Stay still,” a new voice said. “I’m going to remove your chains. No talking, not if you understand?” I nodded, really wanting the cuffs to be off and gosh it was nice when it was then did come off. That, however, was only a moment of comfort as he told me to place my hands above my head. I next felt the hood partial removed then the sharp order “open your mouth.”

I had only just opened it when something tube-like was shoved into my quite dry mouth and I felt straps tight around my cheeks–I was being gagged with some kinky gag! the hood came back down, his hands placing my hands to be side. “Now,” he softened his voice. “Take off all your clothes.”

“Mmmmp,” I muttered a slight disbelief through the gag.

“Don’t hesitate, do as you are told.” Turning quite red ( I knew it despite being blinded), I reached up to my blouse and began unbuttoning it. As it was removed, I felt a rush of heat around me, despite the cool air conditioning. With my bra exposed, my skirt was next and soon my lingerie was exposed. I stopped for a few seconds but the “hurry up” pushed me to undo my bra and finally with my knickers lowered, I was exposed for whoever was it behind me.

“Ok,” the voice continued, and I felt a hand reach out to my bare skin. I was moved across the room until my legs struck a table, or at least I thought it was just a table. The person lifted me so I was liad onto the rather cold metallic surface, then ow! I felt straps around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the table. Was this going to be torture? A whirling sound came, increasing the probability of that. Instead, with the words, “don’t shift” I felt a tingling against my exposed crotch–he was shaving my pubic hair!!! Despite his warning, I cried through my gag as the shaving lasted. Even as the blades stopped, I whimpered, humiliated that the hair was gone. Next, something cooling turned burning was rubbed against the bare skin. But my wailing was ignored with the person’s hands even rubbing it against my anus. After an unknown time, I thought that was it but no, my torso was lifted up and something cotton and plastic like was slide underneath. The sound of velcro tapes was heard and then…Oh My Gosh! a nappy was being taped on me!

My bindings were removed and I was helped out. Shifting slowly, I found the nappy’s thickness really hindering my movement. But before I could test walking around with it, he told me to lift up my legs, one at a time. Something plastic-like, a shorts or something was brought against the nappy. Then, a metallic click was heard. That wasn’t it as some cotton clothing was draped over me. Finally, my hands were brought together again behind and were bound together with what I suspected were plastic handcuffs. It was only then my hood was removed and I saw the face of the person conducting all this.

To be continued

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Victoria Justice handcuffed legironed


Victoria Justice handcuffed legironed

Thanks Sasha!

Ariana gets arrested and locked up for a reason


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?

Never be late…


“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.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’ll be in chains and also nappied afterwards.”

The End.

Fake interview about a fake movie


The kidnapping of Esther Heed is a heart gripping story of how a kidnapped millionaire’s girls  lives through the whole sequence and finally gets locked into the Stockholm Syndrone to escape with her captors.  Starring world renown and award-winning actress Emma Weston, it initially drew flak  due to the scenes of nudity and bondage through out, not forgetting the constant swearing and almost rape scene. Emma and Scriptwriter Carl Thompson are here to explain the movie.

Me: So given my short summary Emma and Carl, is there anything you’ll like to add or clarify?

Emma: Why thank you this interview. You said “bondage”. I would say handcuffs, leg irons would be considered as “bondage equipment”. Yes, my character Esther is gagged almost every minute with a panel gag. I suppose that’s one such tool but the running idea was extreme silence and  effective restraining–or silence rather. It’s nothing  to do with domination sadomasochism stuff.

Carl: Thank you. Yes as Emma remarked, they are restraints which appear to be bondage stuff, but aren’t. If you want to dig so closely, yes we bought the gag and leg irons online from such groups, but not as a representation of them.

Me: Let’s go back to the background of the show. You’re well known for a famous movie series and one that’s has such a young audience. Why this?

Emma: (laughing) Yes, it sounds derogatory and paints a terrible image of me, considering I’m only sixteen right? But I’ve always wanted to break away from the “safe” type of movies or shows and try something new. This was a budget movie, a short one  but it also was one with an element that I wanted. So even with opposition from  my manage, my publicist, my parents and much discussion, i took it. I don’t want to be the normal female actress forever.

Carl: We thought it would take an older actress but Emma’s name came up immediately literally; she in fact called us  one we place the script to all acting studios. I was like, are you sure you’re her? But yes, Emma did some “formal auditioning” and she got it easily. I’ve never worked with such an amazing  actresses.

Emma: Thanks Carl.

Me: You really had no qualms about being stripped, locked and then diapered?

Emma: Well, that’s the first thing everyone chats about and some try to criticise. Simply, it passed all censors and even young teens can  watch it. No, after my discussion, I didn’t see it as anything. It’s acting.

Me: It wasn’t say a body suit or anything? You’re vulva was really shaved in that scene?

Emma: Yes, you can’t shave a body suit can you? That took  one take, but the preceding practices, it was all just a mock up. But that really did happen physically. My co-actors Dan and Sam really did shave me down there. As were the cutting often my jeans and my knickers, that also took one take. The cutting of my bra, well, that took four takes due to the camera angle.

Carl: Yes, that scene only. Emma’s the “one take Weston” girl. But that “cutting of the bra” scene, the lighting wasn’t great at first so we haha wasted lots of bras.

Me: And you were then diapered…

Emma: It’s what you never see in movies about kidnapped people right? How do they pee or shit? As this movie  involved the victim being restrained 24/7, how do you let the person exercise bodily functions? That’s the beauty of the script and why I wanted this.

Carl: Yes.

Me: So what was it like peeing and then defecating in the diaper?

Emma: (laughing again) Remember the “number two” was only done once in the show. But the peeing parts. Yes, I really did pee, it wasn’t any props at all. I did wet the diapers/nappies. Again, not something you expected me as an actresses to take.

Me: Can I ask how was it again?

Emma: You mean how the peeing occurred? That was a big stuff. Before the shooting began, I in fact wanted to see what being  diapered was about. So without being changed into diapers, I wore one  myself for about a week. For almost a day, i just couldn’t make myself pee into the diaper, no matter  how much I drank. Only at night did I get up, stand up and pee. The rest of the week, I really practised peeping, but lying  down as it was in most scenes of the movie. Then when it came to the shooting, it came almost naturally.

Carl: I too was wondering about that first, but when it came to the shooting and given what Emma did before hand, it was so bad, to put it simply. In fact, she stayed in the diaper between shots–since we took takes almost every hour and  day. Of course, we had to use new diapers for different scenes.

Emma: Haha, yeah. I stayed in the diapers.

Me: And defecating…

Emma: Ok, that wasn’t really planned at first. I thought it was too gruesome and icky, which it was. But yes, it was during one take where I was  really cuffed, gagged and diapered and didn’t clear myself of my breakfast when I signalled almost frantically to get them release me. So I brought up the idea with Carl and that scene happened. Yes, I did  mess in the diaper. No, as the movie went, the kidnappers did not clean me up–the camera stopped, they released me and I cleaned up myself. But that was shown like for a minute or so. As  you saw in the other parts after that, my character Ester gets to use a bucket instead. Yes, my butt was wiped.

Me: Oh wow. it must have been tricky, being handcuffed  behind your back, shitting…

Carl: Emma again managed it really well.

Me: And how about the restraints then? Esther was shown from start to end cuffed. Even during meal times and bath times…

Emma: Like the diaper, that took a short while to get used to. The  very first day, I told them to handcuff me, hands behind and let me move about. Break or lunch  time, I got the crew to feed me. Then with diapers on, there was no excuse  to ask to pee. As for the gag, same stuff. There however, was one trick that happened. After one scene, it was lunch time but instead of releasing me, they left me cuffed to the bed, gagged and in a rather half soaked diaper for half and hour!

Carl: We did joke around  then. But all safety was assured.

Me: And  the shower scene?

Emma: Yes, again no body suit. I know I’m a 36C girl. Ok, whatever, even though I’m a teen. Yes, basically, chained, albeit hands in front, gagged but showering. Took two takes though.

Carl: Not really a hard scene again. Emma did great.

Me: There were’n’t many diaper changing scenes though….

Carl: It wasn’t scripted to be. Again, that’s just to show how a kidnapped victim has to live and go about daily functions. Now the peeing happened alot as shown in the movie. As well as shitting. That happened. Again, this isn’t considered in other kidnap movies. Or books.

Me: Being restrained that long, even off takes must have caused marks on your skin…

Emma: It did but with some cream and by not moving around too much, it’s ok. It wasn’t placed on too tight. Not even the beginning when the scene showed Ester struggling.

Me: Were’nt you at all shocked being almost fully stripped and then in the later so-called assault/rape scene?

Emma: First question: No as I really wanted this role, I was prepared for it. I wasn’t fully stripped, I knew I was just going to be diapered and that’s all. Second, question, it was NOT a rape scene. Dan appeared naked but was clothes below the belt. My shirt was cut open yes, but my breasts were not full exposed unlike  the shower scene. No attempted sexual action at all. My diaper was taped on.

Carl: Yup.

Me: Ok cool. But how do you see yourself then Emma, especially with all this?

Emma: As I said, I made my decision. I don’t think I’ll be hated for it at all.

PS: All of this is fake but You can easily guess which actress I’m imagining.

Extreme Lock-up 4:Letters to the Editor


Letters to the Editor:

Treatment of my daughter:

Dear Sir,

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:

Dear Sir,

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

Dear Sir,

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

for

Commissioner Brodie Carson

Chief of Police

Approval of the new laws

Dear Sir,

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.

Thomas Mann

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