Postby freyjaceleste862 » Tue Aug 25, 2015 8:53 pm
This is the continuation from jsherwood, me freyjaceleste862. I lost the password to the former account so don't ban me.
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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 the blindfold up.
TBC
love cooking, panty/knicker gags, nappies, handicapped.