Alternative Sentence Ch 03 Rebecca

Hello everyone! This is my 3rd story in my series, and it shifts the focus away from Sophie and to Rebecca. It makes heavy reference to my second story. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and do make me know your opinions in the comments. As always, all characters are over 18 years of age.

Rebecca had been a street thug for as long as she could remember. She and her friends had done it all, from carjackings to pickpocketing to assaulting people just for the thrill of it. She had managed to get to the top of her gang and stay there by her strength and violence alone. Until, a faithful day, they attempted to break into an apartment. They had broken the lock and had gotten in, only to be surprised by the homeowner holding a pistol. One of her subordinates had brought a switchblade with him and had stabbed the man in the lungs. The man had fired into the group and had hit Rebecca's thigh. The rest of them had fled the scene. When the first responders arrived on the scene, they found the man had bled to death, but that Rebecca had merely fainted from the blood loss.

Whilst recuperating from her injuries handcuffed to a bed in a nearby hospital, she had been identified and had been charged with many of her previous misdeeds. Although cleared of the accuse of murdering the man, her many attempts at assaulting her doctors did not help her case(s). Her (state appointed) lawyer advised she take the alternative sentence and so she did.

When all you have is a hammer, every problem you encounter looks like a nail, and this saying applies to Rebecca in more ways than one. Will her time at the Facility change her outlook on life? Or will it simply give new fuel to burn for her rage against everything which stands in her way?

Her arrival to the Facility had been much like Sophie's. However, upon being asked to take off her intimate clothing, she assaulted her attendant. She was later subdued and mildly drugged by security to make her more compliant and had re-gained possess of her full mental faculties only a few minutes before the "lesson" in the which the rules of the place were explained to her. She found herself heavily bound and was quite shocked to notice she had a pink diaper around her waist, not to mention learning of the presence of the Good Girl Belt she had been equipped with underneath. Soon the shock was replaced with a simmering rage, which was most definitely not quenched by the warm milk she was forced to drink before falling asleep after squirming in her restraints for a good half an hour.

She was awoken by the lights of the room turning on, and took a second to remember why she couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked to her sides and saw a white wall to her left and the adult-sized cribs the other women were bound to and noticed (Not without a certain annoyance) that she was the only one with her legs also bound to the corners of the bed and not just her arms. She rejected the idea that this could somehow be a consequence of her behaviour and decided that it was a complete coincidence. The next thing she noticed was that her bladder was SCREAMING to be emptied, but she had decided she'd rather have her bladder explode rather than be humiliated the way Sophie had been the day before.

When Isabella finally came to her crib, she lowered one side of it and said "I heard you are a feisty one. Let's try and behave for today, shall we? Let's go get you some breakfast"

Rebecca wanted nothing more than to bash the caretaker's head in, but did not want more restrains placed onto her, so she stayed still as her mittened hands and feet were detached from the straps and she was strapped into the same stroller of the day before. Upon the caretaker mentioning breakfast, she immediately hoped she'd be able to get her hands onto some form of cutlery which she could sharpen into a shiv as soon as she was left alone, but her hopes were soon dashed by what she saw as she entered the room where she was being brought: there was a rectangular table, surrounded by adult-sized highchairs, and her three "Cellmates" were on top of them. Isabella unstrapped her from the stroller and put her hands under her armpits to allow her to get into the red highchair in front of her without putting too much weight onto her spiked booties. Rebecca complied but was gritting her teeth behind her pacifier from the rage at the humiliation which was being forced onto her.

She sat onto the highchair, and was immediately tied wrists and ankles to it, and the tray was moved in front of her. It was then that she noticed that the other girls were being fed what appeared to be baby food from jars in spoons. She decided she was going to be having none of that. Noticing her angered look, a caretaker (Isabella had gone to untie Sophie and bring her somewhere else) told her "You'll get grown up food back if you behave well in the coming weeks. Now prepare to open up, the airplane is coming!" The caretaker got closer to the buttons to open the middle of her pacifier and transform It into a ring gag and Rebecca knew immediately what she had to do. As soon as the caretaker got close enough, she slammed her head into theirs. The caretaker fell backwards from pain and from the surprise at what had happened. Somewhat stunned by the pain in her own head, Rebecca felt a prick in the back of her neck, and everything went dark.

She awoke an unknown amount of time later. She was lying stomach down in a white room, lit with cold neon lights. She realized that her hands were bound together in front of her and her ankles and knees were both restrained to the corners of the soft surface she was on. A voice behind her went "So, you managed to earn yourself a punishment on your first day. That's almost impressive. Unfortunately for you, that means you get sent here. And my job is to "dissuade" you from doing so again. I'm Gabrielle, welcome to your first trip to the Punishment Room" Rebecca struggled to look over her shoulder and saw a woman, wearing a sweater and black pants. She had an expression halfway between the angry and amused.

Rebecca tried to answer in tone beyond her gag, but then suddenly became aware of a cold dampness between her legs. She realized her bladder must have given way whilst she was asleep but was relieved her accident would not be made public. Still, the humiliation from the realization shut her up.

Gabrielle continued "So, normally we would simply punish disobedience with a spanking or a similar act and not take decisive action unless such unproper behaviour was repeated many times. You have apparently managed to convince us that that would be a simple delaying of the inevitable, however, so you've been downgraded to "Punishment" tier, with all the "Perks" which come with it. Let's see if this will make you a little bit more compliant."

The woman moved behind Rebecca and touched the object her ankles were anchored to. The object moved forwards, forcing Rebecca to bend her knees under her until they were nearly touching her stomach and to stick her ass upwards. She started once again grinding her teeth in anger at being forced into such a humiliating position. She felt the tape of her diaper being undone and felt the cold of having her wet chastity-belt clad bottom exposed to the air. She then heard the woman walking away, opening a drawer and walking back behind her, but Rebecca couldn't see what she was doing or weather she was holding something. "This object is quite a feat of engineering. It contains multiple functions to ensure your obedience and compliance with the rules. Hopefully it will allow you to start behaving. Now take a deep breath"

Rebecca emitted a questioning grunt from behind her pacifier, being confused at the statement. It was then that she felt a wet object touch her lower cheeks, and she felt it moving towards her asshole. She realized the woman wanted to insert the object into her a moment too late and attempted to oppose herself to the intrusion with all her strength, but her position and the lubricant on the object made it a futile battle. That did not stop her from swearing at the woman from behind that gag in any way imaginable, even if the smooth texture of the object and the massive amount of lubricant it was coated with made the intrusion not excessively painful.

"This plug is the mark of the Punishment tier you have been demoted to. It has a few different functions which we are going to be testing out shortly, meanwhile, let's get your diaper back on; we wouldn't want our baby girl to make a mess, would we? I'm tempted to put you back into your wet diaper from earlier, but considering how you will from now on only be allowed two changes per day, I'll give you a new one as a show of good faith. Now let's get you out of that changing table."

A few minutes later, Rebecca was sitting on Gabrielle's lap. Her mittened hands were tied behind her back and her ankles had been tied to a collar around her neck. She realized that, bound in such a way, she could neither kick nor attempt to hit someone with her head, and was now completely inoffensive. "Now, I'm going to try feeding you with a bottle. Unlike yesternight, however, you won't be forced. You are going to ask me for it, and you are going to drink it by your own volition.

Gabrielle unstrapped Rebecca's pacifier gag and she immediately screamed "You're one crazy bitch if you believe that..." a yip of pain interrupted her scream. It only lasted a few instants, but it was enough to silence her. She was initially puzzled as to where the shock came from, as the collar she had been fitted with appeared to be ordinary cloth, but then realized she had been shocked by her butt plug. She looked at Gabrielle angrily for a few seconds. Another shock came, much weaker this time, but still painful enough to get her to utter "Can I please drink from the bottle, miss Gabrielle". The bottle was shoved into her mouth and she drank the warm white liquid it contained until it was empty. The pacifier was tied once again around her head and Gabrielle said "To show you what happens when you DO obey what is told you, here is a little reward" Immediately, the plug in Rebecca's nether began to rumble. She would have tried, restrained or not, to lash out against the woman, except... she kind of liked the stimulation. But it wasn't enough to get her off! She wanted more! She looked pleadingly, and for once without anger, towards Gabrielle's face, only a short distance from hers, but she limited herself to smiling and turning off the plug a few seconds later. "You liked that? Well, your first scheduled orgasm is in a month, but if you behave SUPER well, you might get it in one or two weeks. Will you try?"

Still angry from the denied stimulation, Rebecca found it in her heart (And perhaps even in her still aching ass) to nod. "Very well, there's still one last thing we have to do for your punishment. I'll get your stroller, stay still" Gabrielle asked, like if Rebecca had a choice.

Rebecca was brought to a room with a rubbered floor. There were drawings on the walls and the floor was covered in the sort of toys one might find in a doctor's waiting room. Sophie and Mary were sitting one in front of each other, still dressed how they had been the day before, whilst Emily was playing with one of the games with more enthusiasm than one might have expected. A proper nutjob, that girl, Rebecca thought. She seemed to almost enjoy the amount of humiliating acts they were forced to.

She was unstrapped from her stroller and immediately fell on her knees to avoid the painful sting of her spiked booties. Gabrielle told her "So, follow me to that corner" and started walking to one of the far corners of the room. Rebecca stared in confusion at her, before attempting to follow her on her knees. She realized that the way they were tied together did not allow her to move, at least not at a useful speed. She couldn't untie her hands from behind her back, so she was forced to move her hands to the back of her neck and to awkwardly move on her knees and elbows. She made her way to the corner where Gabrielle was waiting for her and got back to a kneeling stance in front of her. The woman said "You will be staying here, facing the corner, until dinner. Then you'll eat your food without fussing, I'll change your diaper, and put you in your crib early whilst the other girls get to watch some TV. Understood?" Rebecca nodded annoyedly, and faced the corner as Gabrielle left, not before leaving the remote control to her device to Isabella, which was observing them from a desk in a corner.

A few minutes passed, and Rebecca, already bored to death, tried looking at the other girls in the room for any sort of amusement. However, a few seconds later, she felt a shock from her plug. Her scream was chocked by the pacifier, but it was enough to convince her to put her nose back in the corner.

An unknown amount of time later, possibly hours, possibly fifteen minutes, she felt a strange whir coming from the plug. It was neither the electroshock nor the vibrator function, so she was puzzled. Until she felt an odd warmth in the seat of her diaper. She thought se had somehow wet herself without realizing, but a few seconds later, a stench hit her nostrils, and she realized the plug must have had a hollow opening and had just made her soil herself. And she would still need to wait hours before she could get a change, and the disgusted grunts coming from behind her told her her accident had not gone unnoticed by the other girls. A solitary tear of humiliation appeared at the corner of her eye. Not too long ago, she had been the leader of her very own gang, whilst now she would have begged, had she been allowed to, for a diaper change. It was not long before the desperation transformed into anger. She would get revenge at those who had left her in that sorry state, no matter the punishment. But for now, she was just a girl doing corner time with a dirty diaper.

So, this was my third story. I... I don't know how I feel about many things about it. I think I might have gone overboard with a few themes. I feel like it's too long and too short at the same time... idk. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. The next story is likely going to be in the same exact timeframe but from the point of view of Emily, which, through her more perceptive and less bloodthirsty eyes, will give a few more details on the Facility where these stories take place.