The forfeit…


Based on recent events in the UK…

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“Come on Jem you lost bet, now wear them,” my boyfriend Tom said, pointing at the package.

“Noo, that’s embarrassing, that degrading,” I said trying to shift away but he hand held on strongly to mine.

“Tom…” I cried then his other hand began tickling my sensitive sides. “Stop it stop it!”

“Labour lost, Now wear it as you promised.”

Red in the face I slowly lifted the package and proceeded to head to the bedroom. “No, no, here.” He demanded.

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“Come on, we’ve seen each other naked before, change here,” he said, now tearing open the package and taking out one of the items.

Gingerly taking it, I lowered first my shorts, then next, red in the face, my pink knickers too, exposing my pretty hairless vulva. I unfolded the cloth-backed item then stop. “Err…I’m not sure…”

“Let me help then,” he took the darn item from me.

“Tom…” I pleaded, increasingly not liking this forfeit.

“Roll over,” he commanded, as if I was a dog. I regrettably did so and the plastickly item was place flat under my bum. I expected him to tape it up but instead heard him unscrew some jar. “What…the heck is that?” I stammered, seeing the cream on his fingers.

“Anti-fungal cream, it’s to help prevent you from getting rash,” he said then before I could say more, I felt a warm icky sensation against my private part. Despite my oohs and aahs, he spread the cream all over my external genitalia. “Tom…” I pleaded

“Part your legs more.” Thne the dread part happened, He pulled the back sides over and tightly taped the adult nappy against me. Me, a twenty year old student, was now wearing something only babies and incontinent people would wear.

I tried to stand up but he kep me down. “What…” I heard the sound of more plastic and he lifted my legs. Something like a large plastic bag was slide down my legs and surrounded the nappy. Click, click, I heard then he helped me up.

“What the hell is that?” I looked down at the plastic cover, then figured out it was some sort of underwear. “Locking panties,” he used the American term. “It helps hold back any leaks and prevents you from untaping the nappy.”

“Helps me from unta…?!!!” I did complete my sentence. ” I was trapped.

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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The Patient


The clinic was new to the town and it was certainly welcomed since the old clinic shut down. The single doctor and nurse were strangers to the town’s population but since it was the only medical facility around, they had to visit it for any illness. It was summer time and the town’s star pupil, Charlotte Seager, started coughing a lot. “You better take leave and visit the clinic,”, her head teacher commented.

 

“I’m…*coughh*, ah *cough*…fine,” she stammered. Charlotte or Charlie loved school and did want to miss her maths and history lessons.

 

“You’re certainly not. He’s a day pass, go and if need to, rest at home tomorrow,” the teacher replied. Half-grumbling, half coughing, she packed her bags and exited the school grounds. The sun outside was brightly shining and that was exactly helping the sick 16 year old. Thankfully, Charlie had changed to socks instead of nylon tights. But as she walked to the bus stop, the heat of the day grew and made he cougher even more. The bus ride was no comfort since there was a lack of fans or air-conditioning and it was a rather rickety bus. Finally, after another few more minutes in the heat, she was inside the clinic.

 

“Do you have an appointment dear?” The bespectacled grey haired nurse behind the counter asked.

 

“*Cough*…no,” Charlie replied.

 

“Oh do fill this form up. And there’s a water fountain over there. You look like you’ll need it.” After scribbling her particulars, the teenager thankfully drained three cups of water down, which did sooth her throat. Sitting down, she noticed that there were several patients in front of her. It’s one of those logn waits she thought, and picked up a magazine.

 

After a few minutes, Charlie felt that her bladder was signalling. “Uhm, nurse, is there a ladies in this building?”

 

“Outside, turn left but I believe it’s under repair today. Some leaky pipe.”

 

The signal from her bladder grew so Charlotte exited anyway, and indeed found the door to the unisex loo locked. “Open, damnit!” she cried as her bladder’s pressure grew. Returning to the waiting area, she asked, “Nurse, is there any other toilet here or nearby?”

 

“No, sorry. I thought you have a sore throat?”

 

“Yeah,” Charlotte replied hoarsely then coughed. “But I really have to…” She didn’t want to say the word, especially not with the other patients around.

 

“I’m sorry, I do think Dr. Shaw won’t be much longer. Just sit down.”

 

Shaking her head Charlotte did and crossed her legs and squeezed her eyes. Damn it, hold bladder hold. But why would she suddenly need to pee? It wasn’t that much longer. After what seemed like eternity, the other patients were cleared and the nurse called her named. Charlotte literally ran into the room to find a rather young doctor.

 

“Good afternoon, Charlotte?” he read off his folder. “I’m Dr. Charles Shaw. Please take a seat.”

 

She did so, again crossing her legs tightly with the increasing pressure from her bladder. “Your throat is given you problems I believe,” he continued. “Could you open wide?”

 

She did so and squeezed her eyes shut as he flashed a light and prodded around. Oh please, please, someone stop this torture! Give me a toilet now!

 

“Hmmm, that is really a nasty throat. I’ll have to prescribe a heavy dose of anti-bio..” Just as he was talking, Charlotte couldn’t bear it any more and shot up from the chair. “Doctor, I need to….” Suddenly her bladder emptied itself, a larger shot immediately staining her translucent blue knickers and spilling onto the ground.

 

“OH MY GOSH!” she exclaimed with her hoarse voice. “Oh m..,,” she was lost for words.

 

Doctor Shaw clam walk over and said, “It’s ok dear, why don’t you head over to the bed over there?” Her face red with embarrassment, Charlotte proceeded to but her bladder gave way again, with another dribble. “What…what’s happening to me?”

 

“Nurse Jane? Could you close reception and bring the mop?” The Doctor called. Turning to his patient, he asked, “have you had any bladder infections recently?”

 

“No…I,” she coughed and felt another short drop of urine. This is a nightmare. “I don’t know what’s happening to me?!”

 

“Well, female bladder problems aren’t uncommon with teenagers,” he commented, and that didn’t ease her worry. Just then the nurse came and saw the mess of the floor. She immediately began to mop but Charlie could only turn redder with embarrassment.

 

“Doctor, I really…” suddenly she peed again, this time onto the bed. “What’s happening to me?!!! Why….”

 

“Relax, Charlotte,” Dr. Shaw said, motioning her to roll over and placed a thick towel underneath. “Could you remove your skirt and underwear for me?”

 

Already bright red, Charlotte did so and instinctively cover her private part. The doctor walked ovr to a cabinet and extracted several items. “I can’t tell exactly what’s happening Charlotte, “ he said, “but I can give you something to stop it temporarily.” A minute later, he was by her side, holding a filled syringe in his arms.

 

“What…what’s that?”

 

“It’s an antidiuretic,” he replied, and she racked her brains, remembering reading  the term in one of her advanced biology textbooks. “It will moderate your urine production for a while.” Oh. “Now, Can you place your hands by your side? Won’t hurt.” Contrary to his description, the injection did. Then he used another syringe to extract a sample of her blood.

 

“Now,” he continued, “that’s temporary and I took your blood for further testing. Meanwhile, I suggest you should be given protection.”

 

“Protection?” Charlie queried, shifted in the bed.

 

“Well, the drug will wear off after a few minutes and it is not recommended to give another dose, especially for someone your age. So you need to wear continence underwear to catch further leaking.” It was then she saw what he had extracted out of the cabinet.

 

“A NAPPY?!”

 

“If you want to call it that,” he continued in his calm voice. “Now, could you spread…”

 

“No, no way I’m going to wear that….” she croaked, starting to move off the bed. “I’m…”

 

“You certainly won’t be going home with that stained knickers and skirt young lady,” he pointed,

 

“This is so silly. Let me….”

 

“I say you have about eight or so minutes before you start wetting again. Now back on the bed.”

 

Charlotte’s head was spinning and suddenly she felt a bit dizzy. “Back on the bed,” she heard him say again. For some reason, she didn’t want to but somehow she found herself flat again. “Nurse, please hold her still,” he said then she heard a whirling sound.

 

“What….”

 

“I need to shave you,” he said, “if not the urine and briefs will create rash.”

 

“Noo…” she croaked but the elderly nurse held her down and she felt the metallic blades again her area. After a few minutes, she was released, only to be rolled over to have a mat replace the towel and then something slide underneath. “Ow…Ow…OW!!!” she cried, as she felt a creamy cold substance between her legs.

 

“It’s to again guard again rash,” the doctor commented, glancing at his watch. “Two minutes.” She then realised what else was against her bum. But with the nurse holding her, adhesive sounds followed and the 16 year old was now taped with an adult nappy around her.

 

“Oh my…shit!” she felt a growing warmness between her legs and moved up to see pee staining the nappy. “I can’t believe it….”

 

“I told you the drug was temporary,” he commented, removing his medical gloves and then stowing the rest of the materials back. “You can get dressed now.. Not your underwear of course.”

 

“But how can…”

 

“Put your skirt on, Charlotte,” this came from the nurse. She gingerly did so and found it did fit over the thick nappy. “But…I can’t go out like this!”

 

“You certainly can’t go out with urine flowing down your legs either,” he said, “look, the brief can’t be seen at all.” He was right it couldn’t unless someone stared at it.

 

“But…”

 

“I think we’re done here, Charlotte. Nurse Jane will give you the antibiotics. Since you are a school going child, there’s no need to pay for the pills or the briefs.”

 

“But…”

 

He scribbled something and passed it to her. “Here’s a note which brand of adult briefs or nappies you would want to get. Tena Slip Maxi would be a great choice. They are thin and absorbent. At least buy one packet and come back to me in say about a week’s time. The blood test results should be done by then.” Just as on cue, another burst of urine stained her nappy and she squirmed.

 

“Wait, do get back on the bed.” She didn’t want to, but eventually gave in and he lifted her skirt. “Hmm, it’s it rather soggy. Nurse, can you get another out? And the cream and wipes.” The tearing sounds of adhesive were heard again and the nappy was yanked away. “Sorry, hospital-grade briefs.” he commented, though she did not get him. The stinging happened again as he wiped her vulva and spread cream on it again. Another nappy was slid underneath and secured in place.

 

“But…” she said again getting up. “I can’t walk properly.”

 

“Nonsense, it’s your mind dear,” the nurse replied. “And when you get the Tena Slips, they are thiner.”

 

“But…what will my family and friends say?”

 

He scribbled another note. “I don’t think it’s a medical case to excuse you fully from school. But this will excuse you from your Physical Exercise. As I said earlier, it’s not uncommon for teens to be incontinent.”

 

“But…”

 

“We’re closing now. Don’t forget your bag and shoes. And the anitbiotics. Also, buy some wipes and DESTIN cream along with the nappies. If you show the store people the note I gave you, you’ll get it cheaper. See you next week.”

 

With that, the girl who once wore normal underwear half walked, half waddled out of the new clinic. Once she was gone, he turn to the nurse and gave her a hug. “Thanks mum.” he said. “That was a great move, lacing the water.”

 

“And that was a great act son,” she replied, kissing him. “She fell for it.”

 

“Yes. Next week when she returns, she’ll be all ours.”

 

THE END

 

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Comments welcomed. Will probably post a sequel.

 

Jazz Jennings: I don’t like you


There I said it. No boy would want to screw you.

http://www.stormfront.org/forum/t931724/

http://thekansascitian.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/youre-special-god-made-you-special.html

http://locomotivebreath1901.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/this-6-yo-girl-has-penis.html

So you call yourself a teenage “girl”?

Here are the female things you don’t have/can’t do:

You can’t:

1) Have an orgasm/sexual arousal now that you are taking hormonal blockers to negate puberty and play with nature.

2) Menstruate and experience what real biological girls around have to suffer/experience/endure. Oh , you may wear a sanitary pad but for what? Waste of money and you deny a real girl pads she could be using.

3) Play with yourself and have 1). Look down, you don’t like what genitalia (wow you know that word at two years old) you have. So sad. Other girls around you can, even though that may be wrong

You can’t:

1) Have the smell of a real vulva (not vagina, that is the canal unless your two year old self taught you wrongly) and risk having female-related infections. How lucky compared to real girls.

2) Because of 2) above, you can’t have sex, pre-marital sex although that is wrong. So unlucky.

 

 

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

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.

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