Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:46 pm

My name is Ryan. I have been interested in handcuffs and tugs sense I was about 6. When I saw a kid get arrested and handcuffed for shoplifting, the kid was crying and struggling. But all I could think is I would like to be handcuffed like that. My father is a CEO with a major company. He has an apartment in the city and comes home on weekends. He pretty much buys me anything I want.

So when I was 8 I asked for a playhouse that was like a police station with a locking jail cell and real handcuffs. So on my birthday they started to build a playhouse it is made of red brick and has a cell with a metal bar door and a deadbolt lock. It also has a slide and steeple but the cell is pretty real. It has a plywood bed I want him to put a real jail toilet in it but no luck so far. Since then I have gotten leg cuffs, waist chains and leather restraints. I did get my brother to cuff me and lock me in my cell for an hour once. It was pretty fun.

When I was 13 I got caught buying marijuana at school. My father got a lawyer and got me out of trouble. So he thought everything was all right. So a few weeks went by and then summer started. But everything was not all right with the drug charge. I was told that I had to go to court to settle the charge. Drug charges carry a heavy sentence with them. The judge sentenced me to six months to a year in a special school for juvenile delinquents. Then early the next morning I
heard my bedroom door slam open and there were 2 men shouting, “GET DRESSED!” They had flashlights that where real bright, and they shined them in my eyes.

So I put on jeans and my socks and shoes. I started to grab a shirt, and they handed me a bright yellow shirt. It had the words ``JUVENILE TRANSPORT SERVICES ’‘, printed on it. They shouted, “Hands behind your back.” They strapped a leather transport belt around my waist and padlocked it at the front. They slapped a pair of rigid handcuffs on me. A black box was put over the cuffs and padlocked to the d ring at the back of the belt totally restraining my hands to the point where I could not move my hands more than an inch in any direction. The cuffs where loose so I started to pull my wrists out. One of the guys noticed and made the cuffs tight. Then the guy with the cuffs said, “Put your ankles close together.” He bent down and cuffed my ankles. He grabbed my arm and he was really pinching as he dragged me out to the van.

I was tripping over the chains, and he just dragged my feet. They took me out to their van. It was shiny, black, and had a hasp that hinged over the middle of the door so it could be padlocked shut from the outside. They opened the door and put me in a seat. They took a padlock and locked each ankle cuff to a hook on the floor. So my ankles were about an inch apart, and I could not move at all.

They also put a belt above my knees. It looked like a seat belt but the clasp thing locked and had a handcuff key hole. Then they locked a chain to the hook on the back of my transport belt and pulled it through the crack at the back of the seat between the back and bottom cushions on the seat. They pulled the chain tight which pulled the handcuffs down into the crack of the seat and it hurt. I said, “Please loosen it up a little.” They just pulled it harder and locked the other end of the chain to the hook on the floor. Then they put the seatbelt on real tight. My dad was standing by the van and I said please tell them to loosen the chain.

He said, “I’m sorry this is for real. You did the crime so now you must pay for the crime that you have committed. I hope that you will learn something from this.” Little did I know that the worst experience of my life was about to happen, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby kidnapplz » Mon Aug 16, 2010 2:37 pm

great story
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Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Mon Aug 16, 2010 6:10 pm

They shut the door on the van and I heard them padlock the outside of the door. All the windows were painted black so I could not see out, and there was a solid metal wall between the front and back. The wall had a small barred window about a foot square. All the windows had heavy metal bars. The inside of the doors had metal diamond plate where there would usually be a door panel and it was also painted shiny black.

All the places where there would be padded panels had metal armor even the ceiling. The a/c was on real cold and I was shivering. When the doors shut it was pitch dark inside. I tried to shift in the seat but I was strapped in too tight. My hands where handcuffed tight behind my back. I had never sat with my hands cuffed behind my back. It was very uncomfortable. My legs started to burn with pain real fast. One of the guys opened the small window to check on me. I asked the guys to loosen my cuffs. He replied and said, “We are required to get you to your destination. That means we will keep you handcuffed the whole time.” I asked, “How long is that?” They said, “You don’t need to know but it will be more then a couple days.” My first thought was, “How did I ever get myself into this type of situation?”
They started the van and there was a loud thud. They said, “That’s a heavy duty central locking system. Even if you could get out of the cuffs you’ll never get out of this van.”

Then they slid a metal plate over the window so I could not see out. I could not tell if it was day or night. The one good thing is that lights turned one with the engine. We drove for what seemed like hours upon end. I had to go to the restroom. One of the guys slid the window open to check on me and I started to beg them to stop. They said they would stop in an hour, and if I did not shut up they would gag me with a ball gag and duct tape. So I was forced to shut up. It really hurt holding my pee for that long. Finally they pulled into a road side park. The guy in the passenger seat got out and opened my door. He took the cuffs off my ankles. He put a pair of leg cuffs on that had a real short chain. He put his hand on my shoulder, and the two of them led me to the bathroom. It took a while to get there with my legs chained together like that. People looked at me like I was some kind of criminal. I guess I was since I committed a crime. When I got to the stall they finally took off the handcuffs. I went in and they told me to hurry. I came out, and they handcuffed me in front. When we got to the van they gave me a sandwich to eat. I had to eat handcuffed. I begged and pleaded for them to take the handcuffs off that I would not escape.

They said, “We have kids go into with drawl and kick and scream. We have to keep you handcuffed for our protection.” So I ate and made the best of the situation. Then they handcuffed me behind my back and chained me into the seat. We drove until it got dark, and then they pulled into a motel. The passenger guy went in and got a room. We drove to the room, but I had to walk about 30 feet. A family was going into a room and they looked horrified to see me all chained up like that. When we got into the room one of the guys unlocked my handcuffs from my waist.

He told me to sit in a wooden chair. He grabbed my arms before I sat all the way down. He guided my arms over the top of the chair. The back of the chair was open and he locked my hands back to my waist with the plastic box over the cuffs where they would not hinge .Then he took off a leg cuff and ran the chain through the hook on the back of my transport belt. I said, “That hurts do you have to hang my ankles like that?” The guy said, “Shut up!” I moved my ankles trying to relieve the pressure. When the guy saw me move my ankles, he bent down and padlocked the 2 leg cuffs together and said, “Don’t move!”
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was the police. They said a women called complaining that a boy was handcuffed in this room. The transport guy gave them a paper and told them he had permission to transport me. The cop asked to see me. He said, “Are you ok?” I said, “Yes but my ankles hurt tell them they can’t hang them like that.”

The cop said, “I’m sorry you’re a minor and he has a paper that states he can transport you out of state. Because you’re a minor he can restrain you any way he likes if your parents sign those papers. In other words I can’t make them do anything.” The cop and the bounty guys went outside and they where talking. They made me sit like that for a few hours and I was getting tired of being handcuffed. Around 9:00 a pizza was delivered, and I was cuffed in front. I ate and then they unchained me and sent me into the bathroom to take a shower. The bathroom didn’t have any windows so escape was not a possibility at this point. One of the guys knocked on the door and gave me some thin sweat pants and long sleeve sweat shirt. They were bright orange and they also said ``JUVENILE TRANSPORT SERVICES’‘. I put on the sweats and came out of the bathroom.

One of the guys was waiting at the door. He took my arms put them behind my back and cuffed them. Then he put the belt on me and locked my wrists to my waist. They had a cot delivered while I was in the bathroom. It had a strap at the foot of the cot and it had leather cuffs attached to it. He told me to lie on my back, and he put the cuffs on my ankles and locked them. I said, “Do I have to be cuffed in bed?” He said, “We can’t take any chances that you may escape.” I said, “It hurts laying on my wrists. Can I lie on my stomach?” To my amazement he unstrapped my ankles and let me turn over. Then he restrapped my ankles pretty tight. But at least the cuffs where padded. Then he took another strap and strapped my elbows together.

I said, “What’s that for?” He said , “Extra security. You should have had it on all day but I forgot. If you try that little trick where you get your hands in front this will stop you.” I said, “But there locked to my waist.” He said, “Its policy.” So I had my ankles strapped to the bed and my hands cuffed behind my back. I laid there most of the night. Finally near morning I was so exhausted that I passed out. It felt like 30 minutes before they woke me up. They packed their stuff and we went outside. They chained me up in my seat and we left the hotel. Another day of dread was about to go by, and the dread to come with it of what was awaiting me when I got to the jail. The worst experience of the ride was still yet to come.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby NiceAndTight » Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:15 pm

love it!!! PLeassseeeeeeeeeeeeeee keep going!!!
Tie me all you want, just don't leave me with a cliff hanger

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Tue Aug 17, 2010 6:22 pm

I was reading back through my post and noticed a few missed commas and such. Should the story continue? Does everyone like it?

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:41 pm

All right we'll do. Will post soon.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Wed Aug 18, 2010 3:53 pm

After riding for a couple of hours, I asked if they could take off the cuffs for just a little while and they remarked with a very sharp no. This did not suit me at all because my wrist and shoulders were getting very red from being kept cuffed all the time. I started making a lot of noise I would have kicked out with my legs but I could not move due to the legcuffs being locked to the floor.

The guy in the passenger seat said, Your in no position to tangle with me kid.” I just kept whining. So he told the driver to pull over. The officer got out of the van and opened the door to the back seat. He promptly strapped a large ball gag into my mouth. He then taped my mouth shut by wrapping a role of duct tape around my ahead about five times pushing the ball gag deeper within my mouth. I was unable to even utter a sound except for a soft mmmmph.

The passenger guy then uncuffed my hands from behind my back and cuffed them in front. He kept the black box over the cuffs still where they would not hinge. Then he took a short piece of chain and put it around the cuffs and hung my wrists from a hook on the ceiling. He said, “If you behave I will put your hands back behind your back in a few hours.” The hinged cuffs do not hang very well, and my wrists started to burn and ache with very bad searing pain.

I could feel the blood running out of my arms. We drove for hours and hours. The gag was starting to hurt my mouth as I gagged very tightly. Finally we pulled into a roadside park. The guy pulled the tape and ball gag off my mouth real fast and it stung bad. Then he took my hands down from the hook. My wrists were all red. He said, “See that will teach you not to complain about how you are handcuffed.”

Then he cuffed my hands behind my back but real tight and strapped my elbows. I said, “Owe that’s way too tight.” He said, “And it will be until you learn to be quiet.” He put the short chain ankle cuffs on me, and we went to the restroom. When we got back he fed me a sandwich. I was real hungry, but I did not dare ask for another. I finished up my drink, and I started feeling drowsy. The passenger guy got out and opened the side doors. He stepped in and chained me into my seat. I woke up hours later.

We were at a motel. This was an old fashioned kind of hotel. Each room was like a little house. We stepped in and the guy dragged me over to a pole. It was a metal pole. It looked like there had been a porch there before, and they built the room bigger. He uncuffed one wrist pushed my back against the pole and cuffed me to it. I was still wearing the short chain leg cuffs and he undid one ankle. He recuffed it with the chain behind the pole. I was able to sit but my ankles where under me and my feet where behind the pole.

He said, “Get comfortable you’ll be there until morning. We stop here all the time because of that pole.” And he laughed. The driver went and bought hamburgers and brought them to us. My hands where cuffed in front and my ankles where left cuffed to the pole. I asked, “Can I where chained cuffs to eat?” And he just laughed. My burger was cold but at least it was a double meat. So I was full. They uncuffed me and let me have another shower. When I got out I was cuffed to the pole with my hands behind my back around the pole.

I tried to sleep but could not. At around midnight the guy cuffed my hands from the pole to behind locked to the belt. Then he uncuffed one ankle and cuffed the other end to the pole. My ankle hurt so bad I did not sleep at all. In the morning I ate then the guy handcuffed my hands behind the pole again. He then put the ballgag back into my mouth be he decided to not use the duct tape on my mouth. The ball gag was strapped tightly around the back of my head Both of them left the motel room and came back about 2 hours later.

When they got back he uncuffed my hands from behind the pole and cuffed them behind my back. He also took the gag out of my mouth. Then he uncuffed one ankle and recuffed it. Like I could get away if he uncuffed my ankle and hands at the same time rite? So he grabbed me very rough and dragged me to the van. He was always pushing and pulling on me all rough like he was mad at me or something.

So he took me to the van locked me all up and off we went. I was wondering if this was the last day or if there would be more. The guy told me that I was going to an island facility. The name of the facility is Alcatraz Prison for Juvenile Defenders. The only way to get to the island was by plane. It had a reputation for being a very rough and a maximum security prison. If there was a hell on earth, I was headed straight for it.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:43 pm

So we drove for what seemed like 8 hours. They had the window between the front and back seat shut so I had no idea how long it was between now and the previous stop. Suddenly the van came to a hard stop. The mean passenger guy opened the door, and it was evening. I looked, and there was a plane. It was like an old freight plane that was converted into a transport plane for prisoners. They pulled me out the seat and grabbed my bag. I said, “Where am I going?” He said, “Well you’re leaving the mainland and flying to Alcatraz. Where you are going you have no rights.

They probably will take right off the plane put you in a cell.” He was chuckling as he said it. The transport guy said, “They will feed you garbage and you will be so hungry you will eat it.” They escorted me on to the plane. They told the guards I was an escape risk. They handed them my bag and the keys. I was again gagged with a ball gag and some duct tape was wrapped around my head a few times. My hands were still cuffed behind my back with black box and locked to my waist. I was escorted onto the plane by two guards. I was put into a seat that had leather straps attached to it. The guards took one of the straps and locked to the small ring on the back of the belt to make sure that I stayed strapped into the seat.

Other leather straps followed. There were to straps that were put around my shoulders forcing my upper torso back against the upper part of the seat. There was another strap that was put around my knees and another one was put around my ankles. I literally was not able to move a muscle. There were several other people on the plane that were receiving the same treatment as I had just gotten. After the guards were finished with me, they closed a small gate that separated the place where the guards and the passengers sat. The plane engines started up and within a few seconds, was flying through the sky. It did not take long before all of the restraints became almost unbearable.

I was unable to shift around in the seat in order to be able to get relief. The guards announced that the flight would last about three hours. When the plane landed, a van came and picked us up. The guards unstrapped everyone from their seats and all of the prisoners were escorted to the van. I was kept gagged and handcuffed, but I was not chained to the seat. The van ride to the prison was a short one. The jail came into view. It was a large multistoried facility was that was totally surrounded by water and twenty foot high fences.

The van came to a stop inside the prison. We were taken off the bus and marched into the prison. I was made to stand in a line along with the other prisoners. A man came out and said, “My name is Mister Sir. I am the warden of this facility. Anything you say to me or a guard will start and end with sir. You will be kept in your cell for 23 hours a day except for an hour of work and PT time. You will be kept in cuffs as long as you are outside of your cell. The rules are simple. If you obey them, then your stay here will be more bearable. If you disobey the rules then you will be chained up and gagged in solitary confinement for six weeks. For the more severe punishment you will be subject to torture that you would not want to imagine.”

I was then uncuffed and ungagged with the exception of leg irons. I was handed an orange prison jumpsuit along with bed sheets and other toiletry items. We were marched up several flights of stairs where we were then stopped in front of a cell that was no bigger and a 10x10 room. Each prisoner was going to have their own cell. The guard unlocked the cell door, I was shoved inside. The guard then closed and locked the cell door behind me. Despite what the warden had said, my leg irons for some reason were kept locked on me.

It was late by the time we were locked into our cells, so I would not be let out my cell until min morning. I could only think of what was to come in the next several months. Would I be chained up and tortured? Would I be kept locked in my cell all the time? I would have plenty of time to contemplate my fate. As the old saying goes, “The only plentiful thing that I have in jail is time.”

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby tedbangor » Sat Aug 21, 2010 6:44 am

Great stuff. Please continue.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Aug 25, 2010 12:13 pm

Is this story copied? Because Juvinile transport Service has been in a story before, or it is extremely similar to an old story here

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:17 pm

Yes it is very similar to that story but only up to a certain point. I changed a lot of the story and also took it into a differant direction. If someone sees fit, like a moderator, to delete the story then do so, but you will not find the story Juvenile Transport on this site anywhere. If me doing this has violated some sort of agreement or something then I am in the wrong. The only thing I sought to do was to enhance, add to , and make it a good story to read. If there is no problem with this story then I will continue.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Aug 25, 2010 6:39 pm

The only issue is perhaps giving the original author credit. It was a great original story and you are making it better! Don't delete it though

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby snobound » Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:15 am

Scottstud94 wrote:Is this story copied? Because Juvinile transport Service has been in a story before, or it is extremely similar to an old story here


I had some serious deja vu while reading this story, but can't place the original soruce.
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Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Wed Sep 01, 2010 4:46 pm

I will post the continuation of this story soon.

*THIS IS MY DISCLAIMER STATEMENT*

I will admit that this should have been posted before I started the story. But yes the story is taken from one that was posted on here some time ago but since now has been gone from the site. The story was edited from its original form for grammar, content, and other things. The last several parts of the story are ones that I made up and are original to me and only me. If anyone still has a problem with this story then I will delete it myself. But in the spirit of this site I say lets continue and so I shall as soon as I can.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Sep 01, 2010 6:33 pm

NO! PLEASE CONTINUE!

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:17 pm

I was contemplating my time in jail when suddenly it hit me. It was said by the warden that we would be punished if we were not in our prison uniforms, which consisted of a one piece orange jumpsuit. With the leg irons double locked onto my legs it was impossible for me to be able to change out of the clothes that I was in to the proper attire for the prison.

I figured it must have been a dirty trick by one of the guards just so that they could watch some of the “fresh meat” be subjected to torture and punishment. I spent a restless night because there was not much padding on the bed between me and the medal slab that it was attached to. My cell door opened up to reveal a very angry looking guard. The guard says to me, “WHY ARE YOU NOT IN YOUR PRISON OUTFIT YET ?!! YOU ARE GOING TO BE TAKEN TO THE WARDEN AND HE WILL HE DECIDE YOUR PUNISHMENT!”

I said to the guard, “Sir I have been in leg irons all night long. How could I have possibly changed into my uniform when my leg chains prevented it.?” The only thing that this earned was a pair of handcuffs was immediately attached to my wrist behind my back. A large rubber looking object which looked like it was cut out to go into someone’s mouth to where it would hold their tongue in place, was immediately stuffed into my mouth which was followed by a ball gag that was strapped tightly into the back of my head.

I heard a lock snap in place locking the gag onto my mouth. I was then marched down to the warden’s office where I was to sit in a chair that had a small ring with a chain attached sticking up from the back of it. I was sat in the chair where the chain from the ring was wrapped around the cuffs and locked into place. This prevented me from being able to get the cuffs in front and escape from the jail.

The chair was bolted to the floor. The guard then told me that the warden would be in to see me momentarily. I was made to wait for over an hour while I was dreading what would be my punishment. Mr. Sir finally walked into the room where he did not look happy to see me. Mr. Sir replied, “Son were my rules not clear yesterday?” He waited for a moment as if he were waiting for a reply. All I could do is a soft mmmmmmphhhhhhh because of the gag that was in my mouth.

The warden said, “Because of insubordination you will now be subject to torture and solitary confinement for the next two months for your failure to obey the rules of this institution. Tears started to well up in the corner of my eyes as I know that I was a victim of a cruel joke by one of the guards. Mr Sir said to the guard, “TAKE HIM TO THE TORTURE AND ISOLATION UNIT!!! INSOLENCE AND DISOBEDIANCE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN MY JAIL!!!!”

I was unlocked from the chair and quickly marched over to the unit. I was tripping over the leg irons the whole way. I was stopped in front of a cell door that was quickly opened. I was then uncuffed and told to change into the prison jumpsuit by the guard. My gag was not taken off. I quickly changed into the uniform when the door to the cell opened again.

I was quickly handcuffed and leg ironed, and my hands were also locked to my waist behind my back by way of a transport belt. This isolation cell was even smaller than my other cell. It only had a small bed which had four rings attached to each corner of the bed and also a toilet. The cell was only a 6x8 foot cell. It had no windows or lights only metal plated walls.

The guard said, “ You are going to spend the next two days in here then your torture shall begin on the rack. The big door then clanged shut leaving me in the dark still restrained with cuffs and gagged. All I could do is try not to cry and face the punishment which was to come. I wanted to think that all of this was just a dream and that I would wake up back in my own bed. But alas it was not. The rack sounded terrifying all though I did not yet know what it was.

Next part to come in a few days.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:21 pm

If anyone has any suggestions as what kind of torture Ryan should have to endure. I am open to suggestions.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby xtc » Tue Oct 05, 2010 1:49 pm

I'd be really glad to read any future episodes.
A) It's enjoyable
B) You beat me to publishing certain ideas. I need to know what to do to avoid repeating your ideas.
C) If you don't intend to continue, perhaps I can post my story.

But preferably, keep writing, Brother
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Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Tue Oct 05, 2010 6:57 pm

I will continue as soon as I can. Work has had me very busy lately. And xtc whatever story you wish to post whether in incorporates some of my story ideas, I dont care. I have always enjoyed reading anything that you come up with.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Thu Oct 07, 2010 5:39 pm

Here is the next part of the story as promised.

There I was in my small cell handcuffed and gagged tightly. I was awaiting my punishment. The door had a small window in it that had bars going across it. I could see the guard occasionally patrol the hall way checking on the other prisoners that were on the same cell block that I was.

Several hours passed and the feat was starting to set in pretty bad. I knew that the torture would be bad as this prison had a reputation for being rough on discipline. Night turned into morning. The door to my cell opened up and in came the guard along with a tray of food. The guard uncuffed and ungagged me. I was told to sit on the bed where the guard locked my ankle shackles to the bed.

I was told by the guard that I had 20 minutes to eat. I quickly ate and finished just as the guard came back into the cell. My leg irons were unlocked from one of the rings on the bed. I was then told to standup where my hands were promptly cuffed behind my back and locked to my waste. I was escorted out of the cell to another small room.

The room contained a table that look similar to an ancient medieval rack. There were cuffs attached to all of the corners of the table. I was uncuffed and made to lay face down on the table. I was cuffed spread eagle to each corner of the table. The door to the room opened and the warden, Mr. Sir, walked in. The guard then turned a handle on the rack causing my arms and legs to stretch to the point where there was no slack.

It was uncomfortable to not unbearable. I saw the guard exit the room and come back in with what looked like a leather strap. Mr Sir said, “ For your first punishment you shall have to endure 12 lashes.” And then he took the strap back over his head and lashed once then twice. Tears started to weal up in the corners of my eyes as I cried in pain. Several more lashes came.

The whip was hitting me anywhere from my lower back to my upper legs. He finally finished with the lashes. My entire backside was red and burning. The warden the said that I was to stay handcuffed to the rack for the next several hours so that I could “think” about my situation and what I was going to do to avoid in the future. Several hours passed and the guard came back into the room and uncuffed me from the rack.

As soon as I was uncuffed from the rack I was taken to see the prison doctor where he proceeded to put some cream on the affected areas that were burning. The cream seemed to reignite some of the burning that had already subsided. After the doctor finished, the guard told me to put my hands out where a straight jacket made from a thick canvas like material was put on me.

The guard buckled all of the various straps to tighten the straight jacket. My arms where crossed going across my chest where they were strapped and buckled behind my back. The guard then took a long chain and wrapped it around my upper torso. The chain was wrapped around me about six times. It made it impossible for me to even struggle against the restraint of the jacket.

Leg irons were then applied to my legs. The chain was 3 inches shorter than regular shackles which caused me to be only able to take small steps. After the leg irons were applied to my ankles, I was gagged with a very large muzzle gag that had multiple straps that went around my head making it where I could not move my jaw at all and forced me to have to breath from my nose.

I was then escorted back to my cell where my leg irons were locked to a short chain that was attached to the wall. I could go no further than a few feet from the wall. The guard closed the door to the cell and the light in the cell turned off. I was in total darkness. The guard said that my next punishment would be to sit in the dark, chained to the wall.

Several hours passed and my arms were starting to burn from being made to be across my chest. I could only wait in the darkness in my restraints as I awaited dinner time and the next punishment that it would bring.

Re: Paying a High Price for a Small Crime

Postby bigsome » Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:30 pm

This is the last installment of the story before of the story. I have some other ideas for stories. I hope that it will not take as long to post those as it did this story. Please post your comments. Enjoy.

I awaited in the dark for several hours. Finally the lights turned on in the cell. The door opened and the guard brought dinner in. I was unchained and the straight jacket was taken off along with the gag. I was allowed a few minutes to eat before the guard entered the cell again. I was put into transport chains with my hands cuffed behind my back. No gag was applied.

The guard said to me, “You are being taken back to the general population where you will be back on the regular prison schedule in the morning. “ I was quite surprised considering what Mr. Sir had told me earlier in the prison stay. I was escorted back to the cell block and put back into a cell that was slightly larger than the one that I had originally stayed in when I arrived in the prison.

This was because I had discovered that I now had a cellmate who would only say that his name was X-Ray. I suspected that X-ray had a secret past or did not want people to know about his past. X-ray seemed to be a pretty easy going person, so we made friends fast. He had been in prison for trying to sale drugs and he received about the same prison sentence that I had. In the morning time we were let out of our cells to go to be able to eat breakfast. All of the prisoners were made to stand in a line and we were handcuffed together with a chain going down both lines of the prisoners.

The prisoners were then made to march down the hallways until we reached the mess hall where we were sat the table and unhancuffed. The feet of each prisoner was then shackled to the chair that they were sitting in. Each prisoner was to eat in silence or face being gagged for the remainder of the day without being allowed to eat. This process repeated with each meal until after the evening meal when I made to go to a job that involved having to do prison laundry. X-ray also had the same job that I did, but I was not allowed to talk during the job which was to last for several hours.

I attempted to try and talk to X-ray, but the guard caught me. I was then muzzled. This gag had a ball that inserted into my mouth and was kept there a vast array of straps that came to a point at the back of my head. The gag was locked on with a padlock, and the guard told me that I would be forced to wear the gag until the morning time. At the end of the job, we were handcuffed and escorted back to the cells. In the morning the guard removed my gag with a warning that more consequences would be taken if I went out of line again.

This routine continued on for several months right up until a few days that I was to be released back to my parents. X-ray proposed that we try an escape attempt. I backed out because of my impending release date. X-ray said, “ Suite yourself but I am going free from this hellhole.” What I did not know is that X-ray was going to try and escape from the prison once the guards transported the laundry to the waiting ship and the dock outside. That evening X-ray snuck his way into the laundry cart. What he did not count on was that the guards did a count of the prisoners to find out if any of them were missing. The guards did an immediate check of all of the laundry counts and found X-ray in the bottom of one the carts.

He was immediately taken from one of the handcuffed behind his back. His hands were immediately locked to his waist and his feet were shackled. He was also gagged with a gag. An extra feature was added to his restraint. A long chain was taken and wrapped from his shoulders all the way down to his waist and locked to the transport belt. He was taken away never to be heard from.

My release from the prison was a day that I awaited since I came to the prison. I had definitely learned a lesson that doing drugs was definitely the thing to avoid. On the day of the release I was given street clothes and put into a temporary cell and told to change clothes and I complied. After I was released from the cell and shackled with my hands behind my back for the ride home.

I was flown from the prison in the plane which landed from the place where it took off from. The transport guys were waiting on me to take me back home. I was shackled up and chained to the seat for the ride home. The ride was pretty uneventful. I arrived home with a new lease on life to never repeat my past crimes. I never found out what happened to X-Ray. I could think that he was still in that prison with that evil warden serving an extended prison sentence for trying to escape.

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