Tropical Detention


It was a steaming hot airport and not exactly helped as the crowds of passengers that seemed to increase by the minute. Finally, after a sweltering fifty minute wait, I depositing my backpack on the conveyor belt and walked through the metal detector. There was no buzz but immediately, the officer in front of me signalled for me to stand at the side.

“Yes officer?” I wasn’t familiar with he fanciful rank so I didn’t know what to call him.

“Open,” he pointed to my bag.

“Why?” I immediately said but he just repeated himself in his heavy accent.

I finally complied though naturally I was bewildered. Just as I opened it, another officer,  this then with more fanciful embroidery on his epaulette, immediately reached in and yanked out something. It was that rather intricately designed doll that I bought at the local market. I thought it was a great gift for my little sister.

“Hey, that’s my…” suddenly the senior officer, twisted the doll’s head and it snapped open. He tilted the body of the doll and out came a huge load of powder. I heard all of the  airport security men suddenly mutter something in their local dialect.

“You under….” I didn’t catch the last word from the senior man as the guy who motioned to me touched my arm. “Hey! Cut that…ow!” I felt cold, thick metallic steel around me wrists—I was handcuffed behind my back. “This is wrong! I  demand….ow!” I cried again as I felt the same metal just above my ankles–they had put leg irons around me legs. “This is uncalled for! I demand an explanation!”

“Open mouth,” the senior man said.

“Why? Look I want to know what’s going on. I just bought the doll in an open market..”

“Open mouth,” he said again in his heavy accent. I started to protest once more when suddenly something rubbery was jammed into my open mouth. I naturally tried to get it out but that was so impossible with my handcuffed arms. “Mmmmph!” I cried as straps cut across my cheeks and I felt the device secured behind my ponytail. A ball gag! I knew what it was from watching lots of adult movies despite my young age. What the hell, they had ball-gagged me?

***

With another undecipherable command, I felt myself literally whisked off the ground and half-carried, half dag through the airport into a dark, windowless van. Inside were several tough looking guards, or rather goons. two of them “attached” me to a rather torn hard seat–first the strapped me bound figure with four point restraints and second, they yanked my legs apart, jerking the leg irons and double securing my feet to the side of the bench or chair. “Mmmph!” I cried through the gag, more due to the conscious fact that opened my dress and revealed my panties to all these guys. “Mmmph!” I cried again as the vehicle spluttered to life and zoomed off so fast that I was jerked back and forth.

Before I could even bring my thoughts together, the vehicle stopped. The door opened to reveal a dark garage. I was roughly brought out and prodded like an animal towards a narrow corridor. Ten minutes or painful prodding and walking, my eyes fluttered as I entered a brightly lit room. In front of me was another male officer–wasn’t there a single female officer in this island? Before I knew it, he spun me around and raised my bound wrists, pressing my thumb against some soft object. It took me a few seconds to figure out that I was being fingerprinted? The fingerprinting took I don’t know, several painful minutes due to my fetters and muscles being stretch. My arms were finally released but that was not the end of it as my heels were unceremoniously removed and I was pushed against a wall. Wait, it was a wall with some scribblings on it. SNAP! SNAP! They were taking mug shots at me!!! And the didn’t even remove the ball gag!

What happened next was the most humiliating part of my life. They brought me into a side room where two men, this time dressed in plain clothes were waiting. They both had rubber gloves on and I immediately yelped through my gag knowing what this was. But alas, I was help tightly still by one of them while the other, who reeked of a foul breath, intensively rummaged through my hair, removing my hairclips, and scrunngie in the process. Next, he targeted my ears, uncliping my favourite pair of earrings! Despite my mmmmphing and limited struggling, his gloved hands ran all over my face. Momentarily, the red ball was yanked off–thankfully without any of my teeth and I scream the loudest. Before I knew it, his fingers were deep inside my oral cavity, causing me to momentarily gag. I couldn’t scream further as the ball was secured once more between my teeth. Then, an even more humiliating part as both of them drew my dress down to my fettered ankles, exposing my dark blue bra and my black bikini-like panties. “Mmmmmpph!!” I cried.

But it was to no avail as the lead guy unclipped my bra, exposing my 36C boobs. I yelp continuously, but that didn’t stop him from lifting both breasts several times, running his hands around them. Jeez, like there was anything incriminating on my boobs! As he did so I felt a tingling sensation, one I have felt since I kissed my ex-boyfriend. Oh my gosh, I was feeling aroused by his touches! With my armpit grouped, he left my boobs exposed and then yanked down my underwear. I always hated medical check ups but this forced cavity search was no where near anything I experience. I could only continue to yelp as the fingers entered my anus and then vaginal cavity.

TBC

***

They helped or rather roughly dressed me back  in my clothes minus my bra!! Then with the manacles and gag on once more on, I was again dragged to another room with just a wooden desk and chair. I was roughly restrained to the chair, hands still behind my back, rope below and above my bra-less breasts and legs tied to each leg of the chair so much that my crotch was exposed for all to see. Finally they left and a bright light shown down on me. It not only continued to disorientate me but made me perspire even more.

Before I could even think straight, a burly man dressed in a pink short sleeved shirt and and formal trousers entered, along with a shorter guy in dark shirt and jeans. The taller guy rattled off in the local dialect and then I heard the shorter guy translate. The stuff inside the doll were extremely powerful drugs and I was to be jailed for ten years under their laws. “Mmmmpphh!!!” I cried repeatedly through my gag, wanting to defend myself. I’m entitled to rights aren’t I?

The taller flunky left, slamming the door behind him. The shorter one circled me for a while, almost akin to a hawk circling his prey. Finally he reached down and yanked my ball gag out, letting the saliva-coated ball drop down to my deck.

“Thank…you,” I groaned, my throat dried out from the gagging. “Please, let me see someone from my embassy! I did nothing wrong! I know nothing about those drugs!!”

“Silence!” He yelled at me. “Your country has no diplomatic relations here and in fact, you as a student should know both our countries hate each other. Our laws are strict and final. Now, my senior will ensure you go to jail for a long time. I can, however, get you a special pass for a shorter period of say at least two weeks and then you can go home.”

“Two weeks?!! I did nothing wrong!! And I’m treated like some animal! I want to get out of here!”

“The only way out of here is via me girl, or via my boss who will treat you even worse. Now,” he unfolded a document from his pocket and produced a pen. My left hand was uncuffed–how did he know I was left handed–and drew my hand up to the document.

“Sign,” he said.

“I don’t get this; it’s not in English,” I protested.

“You have no choice, lady. Sign Or I’ll leave you to spend your life in our prisons.”

“But…”

“Ok,” he recuffed me and started to get out. He lifted the gag up and pried open my mouth. “Wait, wait,” I cried, “I’ll do it.”

“Good,” he muttered then with a shaking hand, I scribbled my scrawly signature.

“Wait here,” he said and before I could protest, I was bound and re-gagged. As the guy disappeared I pondered. Could he really give me a lesser sentence? Why was his English so fluent?

TBC

It was less than five minutes later that he returned with something in his hand. He came over and I was freed from the restraints to the chair, although my wrists and legs were still shackled and mouth still gagged. I then saw what was in his hand–it was a dark blak skit mask with no holes. “Mmmmpph,” I cried in protest.

“This is necessary during the transportation of all prisoners,” the man/officer/whatever he was said. “Either this, or I leave you with others.” Still with uncertainty, I let him drape the hood over me. “You can still breathe normally,” he said, although I didn’t feel so. Before I knew it, I was led out again, and soon enough into the scorching sunshine. Blindfolded, I could only guess I was in some large car or mini an I was laid, cuffed hands down and surprisingly strapped to the seat. If the ride from the airport to the station was painful, this was ten times, no hundred times worse, especially when the vehicle travelled over potholes.

Finally, after 1 and a half, no 2 hours, the car stopped and I was released from my vertical position. Even from the dark hood, I could guess with certainty that I was in some sort of underground location. Through several flights of stairs, which further strained my ankles, I was guided through several clanging doors before I was stopped. With the sound of a locked keypad, I was brought in to another room and then forced to the ground. Click,click click, my bonds were linked to some rings or chains attached to the wall or ground then my legs bend and parted. “Stay,” was his command but I immediately shifted my legs. “No, open your legs as before and keep them there. There’s video feed in this room; I’ll be watching.” With that I heard him leave and the door lock. What the hell did I get myself into? I sobbed. I was suppose to be on a flight home. Instead, I’m treated like an animal and locked up in some unknown dungeon with some guy I don’t know and him or some others looking at my knickers. I want to go home, please someone let me go home…

The door opened again and I tensed as someone (the man?) approached me. “I’m going to remove your hood and gag, not a word, got it?” It was the same old gun. I heaved a sigh of relief as the hood came off, then the ball gag was unstrapped. Despite the warning, I coughed and saliva ran down my jaw and neck. “Drink,” was his next order, and a straw was passed to my lips. It was a refreshing drink indeed given the heat and all the torture I had gone through. “Ok, enough, I don’t want to fill your bladder,” he said. “Open your mouth,” Noo…I cried silently, but it was still forced open and I tasted another rubbery device, this time a tube. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I was now gagged with a panel gag; yeah I’ve seen them but not wore them before. Ball gags, panel gags, hoods, chains. Where did this small dictatorship get all this from?

Left chained and gagged (not blindfolded but that wasn’t much comfort) and legs open, I was left alone again. The room I was in was bare with nothing but the rings and chains I was attached to in. Where was I going to sleep, or relieve myself? What the hell is this place? Despite the camera–yes there was a camera above in the ceiling–I still shifted around but I was firmly locked to the ground. Damnit, this is really worse than any jail. This is like Guantanamo…

I drifted a bit to sleep–the whole ordeal was really tiring. Once again, the door was unlocked, waking me up. “Toilet time,” he announced, bending down to unlock the chain that locked me to the wall and ground. I in fact felt a bit of urge to, so this was a thankful move. But it also meant that I was to be blindfolded again, this time with a simple dark piece of cloth. The toilet was a simple sit down toilet, and thankfully not a squatting one. He helped me down then re-locked my hands to the front.

“Mmmph,” I groaned through me gag. Couldn’t I relieve myself in private?

“Hurry up, you don’t have all day, no I’m not leaving.” Great, a guy watching me pee. With much difficulty, I lowered my black knickers with my bound hands and relieved myself. It was just as difficult wiping myself. Just as I was pulling them up, he remarked, “This is your only toilet break for now. Better do both; if you dirty the cell, you clean it.”

What?! Well, I didn’t have any filled stomach so I shook my head. “Ok,” once more my wrists were cuffed behind me and with the toilet flushed, I was brought back once more to my cell.

TBC.

I dozed off again until the cell door clanged open. In his hand was a tray of something mushy. Dinner time? Gosh I was immediately hungry since I was arrested close to lunchtime. But strangely, he placed the tray down and advanced towards me. “Mm? Mmmmpph!” I cried seeing the blindfold in his hands. “Yes, you’re getting blindfolded while you eat, Miss Charlotte Hawkins,” the man said and once again I was blindfolded. With my sense of sight cut off again, my noise picked up rather pungent smells and I easily judged that the dinner, whatever the heck it was, wasn’t going to pleasant. He unbuckled my gag and with the command to open my mouth, I was spoon fed.

“Ha…bleah,” I coughed, spitting out some of the dry, revolting substance.

“Oh please, behave yourself, girlie,” he changed his tone. “You would get even worse food it you were in the real prison.” Wait, how real can a prison get, especially since I’m shackled like this all the time.

“But…”

“Shut the hell up and take your food. Unless you want to go hungry.” So I endured fifteen minutes of being spoon fed the revolting stuff, sometimes still chocking, causing some of the food to dribble down my chin to my boobs. Finally, it was over and he wiped my face and body clean. “You have five minutes of your mouth free before your gag goes back on, enjoy it.” I did savour those five minutes, before the dreaded gag was placed back on, blindfold off, and I was left alone.

I spent the next few hours thinking again about my predicament. Chained, gagged, bra removed, forcibly strip and cavity search, charged with some unjustifiable crime, and now placed in the hands of a don’t-know-who, and locked in don’t-know-where. Hmmpph, I grunted silently. In any other circumstance, this could be the scene for a RA movie of torture. I always liked such movies, but never expected to experience it in real life….Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I knew this signal–I was getting a stomach ache! I shifted as best as I could but the pain continued to increase. “Mmmmpph, mmmppph,” I cried through the gag and looked directly at the CCTV. Please, get me out to the toilet!!!!

The minutes tickled by, but the door remained shut. Please, please please, respond, I thought silently, and then wailed more though my gag. Please, I don’t want to and poop through my knickers and dirty the floor and then have to clean it and…suddenly the  door clanged open and there he was! “Mmmmph!! Mmmppph!!!” I cried in relief as he advanced towards me. “Shut the hell up,” he whined as he blindfolded me and released me from the chains. Once again without any sight, I was guided out of the cell, my gut now increasing its signal each step of the way. Finally, I was positioned on the shape of the toilet seat. I felt my knickers being yanked down and I didn’t protest. Just as it went down, I couldn’t hold it further and released myself.

“Mmm…” I groaned as the diarrhoea came out. I was still blindfolded and my hands were still locked behind my back. “Mmmmpph?” I queried, wondering if they could be locked in front. “No, girl, you hurry with you smelly poop. I don’t have all evening. It stinks.” Of course it does, I thought, smelling it. Around ten minutes later, I had released everything. “Mmmm…” I grunted as I felt him wipe my anus and front. “Get used to it,” he commented. With my undies up and toilet flushed, I was dragged back again. But instead of having the blindfold removed, he positioned me to lie on the ground and used a new chain to lock me in place. “Mmmpph?” I queried. “Sleep time,” he said. “No, you’re not getting a mattress tonight; You’re on the floor. No, don’t you protest, or I’ll treat you worse like normal prisoners. Now, hold still.” Suddenly I felt a prick on my left arm. “Mmmm..” I cried, what the hell was that? “It will help control your diarrhoea; you’re not allowed out of your cell at night.” But before I could speak back in gag speech, I drifted to sleep.

The next morning…

I was awaken by the opening of the door again. Still blindfolded, I could only mummur a sleepy gag talk as I was released. “Shower time,” was his only comment and I was a bit elated, not having changed or cleaned at all for almost 24 hours. Out of the cell I went and soon enough, my bare feet detected different titles. “I’m going to remove your wrist restraints, don’t you try to do anything silly, got it?” I nodded, thinking what on earth could I do with my feet bound, mouth gagged and eyes blindfolded? Click, click, finally, the tight cuffs came off. And great, he removed my blindfold as well, and yes it was a shower area, with only one stall, no curtains or door. “Ok, Charlotte, strip.”

“Mmmph?”

“You want to shower with your clothes on? Strip!”

Turning red once more, I dropped my dress to the ground and lowered my black knickers but before I could get signal him to remove my leg-irons, he reached and snipped them off. “MMMpph!” I cried.

“You’ll see why later. Now, hands in front,” he re-cuffed then, with a different chain. “Ten minutes. The shower will turn off exactly then.” I stepped into the empty stall and received and immediate burst of cold water, screaming through my gag. “Shower silently!” he cried and with a bit of soap squirted on my cuffed hands, I managed  a bit of showering, even washing my hair. Soon enough the shower water stopped. He pulled me out and dried me thoroughly with a towel. Guided out, I soon found myself near a basin. He ran the water and washed my face for me, although with the gag on, not every part was cleaned. “You’ll get your teeth brushed later,” he commented. I then expected him to let me dress again, but instead, my hands were recuffed behind me to a waist chain, then he held blindfold the up.

TBC

“Oh wait,” I heard him mutter, then felt myself guided out. Push down, I felt the feeling of a toilet seat again. “Do you business”. I was then conscious that I was naked, chained and gagged in front of this guy. “Mmmph, camm i hmmm sommm tmmwww,” I asked for some clothing.

“No bloody way. Piss and shit. You won’t get another chance.” Still groaning, I did so, really turning red with this humiliation. Finally I was escorted, still naked, back to my cell. “Stand here, and don’t move,” he ordered. “Mmmpph?” I queried.

“You dumb or what. Don’t move from this spot.” With that, I heard him leave. Oh please, I wailed silently, just do what the heck you want to do to me. Just end this misery…a few minutes later I heard him return and I heaved a short sigh of relief. Once more I was down on the ground, legs bent and pried wide open and he secured my wrists, ankles and even waist to the ground. Finally, He pulled out the gag and let it hang around my neck.

‘Thank..you. Could you please..”

“I said shut the hell up. Or you won’t get any breakfast.” His English and swearing was too good; did he study in my country? “Open wide,” I tasted a rather salty and gooey substance. At least this was a little more appetising than the dinner the night before. After that came a bit of sweet water–‘tea’ he called it. “Ok, that’s enough. Brushing teeth time.” I expected my hands to be released but no, he instead started brushing my teeth with bland tasting toothpaste, part of which dropped down to my breasts.

TBC

With a blindfold still on, he told me to move my jaw around in chewing actions. I did so for a minute or so before he called stop and pried my mouth open. Once more, I was gagged and groaned softly. “Ok, I’m going to release your leg bonds. Don’t you dare try anything stupid.” I nodded, hoping this would mean that I would be clothed. Within seconds, my legs were freed. “Roll slightly over to your left,” he ordered. This wasn’t easy with with my hands locked to the floor but I did so. I then felt a rubbery material being slid up my legs. This can;t be my knickers or any underwear, I thought. What is it? Could it be some kinky stuff?

I then felt him move and then something clad my big 36C boobs. But wait, I felt the clothing being tied to my neck and behind my beck. Damnit, it’s a halter bikini. Finally, he told me he was undoing my my wrists bonds. Finally free of any chains, I was ordered to stand up and with some difficulty, I did so, still unable to see. It was only then he removed the tight blindfold. Looking down, I was clad in one of my black thin string bikinis. Looking at the colour, it definitely matched the panel gag I had.

“Rub your wrists, ankles and arms.” I didn’t move immediately. “Go on, you don’t have this chance for a long while,” he added. I did so but like five minutes later he told me to stop and bend down on the floor. Nooo….I thought as I flet my ankles cuffed once more. “Hands in front,” I heard then thought I was going to be given a more relaxed position. “You’re no long on holiday, Charlie,” he changed his tone, then out of no where, he produced a series of cleaning equipment. “You are to clean this whole area, floor and walls, as far as you can reach and you have two hours starting from now!”

TBC

Left alone, I nearly the cleaning equipment and smelt a not-so-sweetly odour. Great, I would be stuck smelling this odour once I’m complete. There was a thin, plastic set of gloves which were snap on so they could fit around my cuffed hands. Soaking the sponge and squeezing it, I began to wipe the floor. It wasn’t a very big sponge and soon enough my muscles began to ache being on all fours the pain was worse around my kneecaps. I stopped around half way but suddenly his voice yelled, “no stopping, move it!” Over the next few hours, I tackled every square inch of the floor and the parts of the wall I could reach until I collapsed on the floor in utter exhaustion.

“Aw poor little girl from the West can’t even endure some some area cleaning,” I heard the captor comment as he re-entered. I was too lethargic too comment and did not resist as he picked me up. It was then I noticed he had brought two chairs inside. I was placed down on one and again gave no resistance as my ankle cuffs were removed and then my ankles cuffed to the sides of the chair. Rope, no, long plastic ties bound my torso to the chair, stretch below my boobs. My two arms were also bound to the sides of the metal chair. Finally, another lot of plastic ties secured my cuffed wrists to some bars at the back of my chair. It was only then he removed my panel gag.

TBC

So there I was chained and strapped to a chair with my gag just removed again. “Thank you…ow!” I cried as he pinched my right breast. “Did I tell you you could talk?”

I felt silent then watch him bring out another plate of food. This time the food didn’t smell so bad and neither did it taste that terrible as the previous meals, though it lacked some salt. He even gave me a few sips of water. With a signal to be quiet, I didn’t expect him to reached over and uncuff my handcuffs. Within the minutes, my bonds were free and her even removed the saliva-soaked gag from my neck.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

“Now, stretch your arms and massage your legs again,” he ordered. I did so and was only told stop twenty minutes later. “Turn around, hands behind you.”

Oh shit, chains time again, I thought then felt some different material drawing my wrists together.

TBC

***

“Ow! What are you doing?” I cried as the material–definitely rope–bit into my wrists.

“Shut up, unless you want to to be gagged first,” he growled but I continue to groan as he tightened the bonds. He next pushed my arms together and I felt rope passing below my big boobs. Some time later, an extensive artork of rope was formed all around my breasts. I would later learnt that this had a term: breast bondage. “It’s so tight,” I complained, ignoring his order to stay silent.

“Shut up,” he whined and then ordered me to kneel. Rope was bound around my ankles and then standing up again, my knees. I thought that was all but no, he tied a length around my tummy, just above my bikini bottom. What is… the rope passed between my legs, touching my crotch and my anal region. It was then tightened against the loop around me. What was this? Some kind of G-string?

I then began to feel strange sensations against my vulva, something I have feel since kissing a boy at school. “Hey, did you…mmmmpph!” Something cotton-like was pushed into my mouth and a piece of tape, no three pieces sealed it in. “Have fun with you own undies inside. Told you they would be handy.” With that, he pushed me to the ground, gathered up the remaining items and left me alone.

TBC

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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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.

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

Extreme Lock-up: The Rules


The new rules:

Basics:

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.

The details:

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.

Extreme Lock-up 3: News Story


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.

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