Alternative Sentence Ch 01 Arrivals

The small truck came to a stop, and Sophie was escorted out it's doors in handcuffs. She reminisced briefly about everything which had brought her to her current predicament. Upon being apprehended by the authorities after a failed attempt at stealing a car, she had discovered, much to her surprise and dismay, that a rather detailed record of her activities had been kept. Whilst nothing on the list was worse than petty theft and vandalism, the sheer scale of the criminal acts linked to her (courtesy of her rather distinctive appearance) would have locked her in a penitentiary for an amount of time just a few years short of her current age. When she was proposed a much shorter stay (six years, potentially reduced to five with good behavior) in the care of a private company, she had jumped at the option with little thought.

Whilst the truck which had taken her to the facility was a regular police transport, she had noticed that the men who were currently leading her to the three storey building in front of her were not policemen, but rather civilians dressed in a black uniform with helmets covering her face. This detail worried her slightly, as she remembered that she had been given no detail as to what the alternative sentence entailed, just that it would have lasted a fraction of the alternative.

She was led into a well lit, nondescript corridor, then through a door, another similar corridor, and finally though a door which led to a room. The room was about four meters by four in size and about three meters in height. It contained on one side a couple of white drawers of different height and, somewhat unsettlingly, in the middle was what appeared to be a semi-reclined padded chair. She was led to said chair and the guard on her left opened the left side of her handcuffs and snapped it to the armrest. The guard on her right got slightly closer to her and said through the his helmet: "Stay here. Someone will be here to process you shortly. And..." he added in a slightly more threatening tone "don't get any strange ideas while you're alone or with the staff, we will be right behind the door". That said, the guards walked away and closed the door.

Sophie was left alone with her thoughts for a few minutes before she heard footsteps and finally the sound of an electronic lock opening coming from a door on the side of the room opposite to the one from the which the guard had exited. A woman wearing what appeared to be a doctor's uniform entered the room and grabbed a clipboard off the top of one of the drawers near the door.

"Sophie Smith. Repeat offender for mostly minor crimes. And from what I'm reading, emphasis on the "repeat". No wonder you chose the alternative sentence... enough chitchat, I'm going to take off your handcuffs and it is in your best interest to do as I say, do you understand?"

Sophie timidly answered "yes" and the woman took a key out of her coat and freed Sophie's right hand.

The woman continued "Now, please take off all of your clothes and any objects you might still have on your person and deposit them on that shelf" She complied, taking of her trousers and her shirt and sweater, and did her best to fold them up before placing them on the shelf the woman had pointed to.

"Underwear and bra too, miss. And no talking allowed", she added, seeing that Sophie was about to object. She resentfully took off the rest of her clothing and nervously came back to the woman

"Now, please sit on the chair and place your arms on the armrests" she did as she was told, and the woman restrained her arms to the chair with a couple of straps and did the same to her legs.

"Now, for the benefit of the staff, and for other reasons too, it's protocol to stop... "clients" from talking. Hence... this" the woman showed her what to Sophie looked like a child's pacifier with two straps at its side. She wasn't given much time to gaze upon the device, however, as the woman grabbed her chin, opened her mouth and inserted into it what was, indeed, the bulb of a pacifier. Then the woman went to the back of the seat and somehow fastened the straps behind her head.

Sophie tried object but found that the bulb in her mouth did not allow her any sort of coherent speech.

"With that out of the way, we can now proceed to fit you with the rest of what will be your "uniform" here. Starting from the perhaps most intimate part." The woman reached under the chair and flipped a switch. The chair reclined backwards, but also raised the part of it to the which her ankles were tied and spread them out to the sides, exposing Sophie's nether regions which she was earlier keeping hidden by bending her knees inwards. Meanwhile, the woman had dragged a small plastic chair from a dark corner of the room and had seated herself between Sophie's legs, and was also now had a small metal box in her lap.

Sophie found it difficult to look at what the woman was doing due to her horizontal position, but shivered upon feeling felt the woman rapidly inserting two of her fingers between her lower lips and quickly removing them.

She then saw the woman once again taking something from the box and placing it in front of her crotch.

"Do me a favor and raise your buttocks, please."

Too shocked by the whole situation to resist, Sophie complied, and was met a few seconds later by the sensation of cold metal around her hips and on her crotch and undercarriage, followed by a sound of a lock clicking.

"We call these your "good girl belts". They stop inmates from stimulating themselves without permission, but you'll still be punished for trying. I advise you don't meddle with yours, as with anything else which will be part of your "uniform". And here comes the final object of the lower half of the ensemble. Keep your waist raised."

Sophie saw the woman reach a third time into the box and this time heard a crinkling sound. Something was slid under her, accompanied by an odd sweet smell she was sure she had heard before but could not quite place.

"You can lower yourself now"

It was hard for Sophie to feel what had been placed under her, especially with what she had now figured out to be a chastity belt in the way, but when she saw a flap of the object under her be raised over her crotch and fastened around her waist, she realized she was being put in a diaper (which hardly shocked her, at this point).

The woman once again flipped the switch under the chair and Sophie quickly found herself once again in a seating position, from the which she could finally take a good look at what had been done to her: she had been fitted with a pink diaper with a star pattern onto it.

"I'm sorry but we're not done. We still need to fit on you a couple more items."

That said, the woman got up and grabbed a small bag of items from one of the drawers in the room. The first one was a pair of simple mittens (with no fingers), which the woman fitted onto Sophie's hands and locked with a buckle. She found that she could still spread out her fingers in them but realized grabbing any sort of object with them would have been nigh-impossible. The second item produced from the bag were a pair of small pink boots which the woman buckled onto her naked feet. They were slightly tight and Sophie immediately felt a slight tingling sensation in her soles.

"Now, I'm going untie your wrists. For your good, don't try anything clever, ok?"

The woman freed one of Sophie's wrists but, before freeing the other one, produced a short pink strap from her pocket and attacked it's two ends to the mittens on her hands. She then unstrapped both of Sophie's ankles and told her to stand up.

Sophie didn't need to hear that twice, but after jolting to her feet, she shrieked (or attempted to shriek from behind her pacifier-gag) from the stinging pain she felt in the soles of her feet, before falling to her knees. She realized that her pink booties obviously had spikes of some sort pointing upwards from inside her sole, which would hurt her if she tried to stand up. The woman in front of her of her looked unsurprised.

"Now that you're geared up, I can introduce you to your... reformation responsible. Please move to that door.

After another failed attempt at standing up, Sophie crawled to the door the woman was pointing at. In those few seconds, she tried to process the sheer absurdity of the fact that she had been put in a chastity cage, a diaper and various unusual restraints by what was supposed to be an alternative re-abilitation program. She couldn't ponder for long however, as the door she was crawling towards suddenly slid open and another woman, wearing a sleeveless black shirt and baggy khaki pants, appeared.

"Welcome! My name is Isabella and I'm going to be your caretaker for the duration of your permanence here."

To be continued