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December 31, 2011
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
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 ball 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, this time with a panel gag. 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 order her gag to 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
a) 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.
b) 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.
October 29, 2011
“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.
December 26, 2010
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.