Alternative Sentence Ch 07 Redemption

So, it's my first story in a while. Hopefully during the summertime i can go back to writing a bit more often. Be warned of some light scat. As always, feedback is appreciated and all characters are over the age of 18.

As she saw Mary and Sophie get up from the changing table, Sophie's legs still trembling from her last punishment and a purplish bruise starting to show under the other girl's chin, she couldn't help but feel pity for them. She didn't know if they acted so meekly for fear of further punishment or if they were just so desperate for release they acted like little girls in the hopes the next activation of their vibrators would finally take them over the edge, but she wouldn't let any amount of carrot-and-stick treatment ever drag her down to that same level...Just as she was thinking that, the device situated deep inside of her nethers sprung suddenly to life. Unlike the cyclical turning on and off the plug executed regularly, as if whatever substance was inserted inside the milk they were fed wasn't enough to keep her perpetually horny, these vibrations were strong enough to let her dare hope they would be enough to grant her release. The stimulation had just kept getting stronger and stronger by the second. She dropped from her kneeling position to lying on her stomach, attempting to rotate her thighs so as to push the plug as deep as was possible. But it still wasn't enough. She had never received an anal orgasm, so she didn't know what it was supposed to feel like; she just knew whatever she was receiving wasn't enough. She pushed her mittens with all her might against the front of her diaper, but she could barely feel it. Growing more and more desperate by the second, she bent her shoulders inwards, following the contour of her belt until she felt the point where it split in two over her anus, and pushed inwards, attempting to bury the plug against more sensible parts of her flesh. It briefly worked, bringing her closer to what she imagined was the edge, until a single pulse of blinding white pain made her whole lower half go numb, replacing the pleasure with a painful tingling. Whilst her pacifier had been able to silence her moans, it was unable to stifle the yip of pain her electric punishment elicited. As she felt the third of the functions of the plug activating with a whirr, ensuring that the humiliating picture was complete, she couldn't help but shed a tear of remorse for not imagining the plug might have had an anti-tampering sensor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Isabella walk up to her.

"Well, I've already brought in the spanking bench for today, so why not take advantage of it twice? We can change that stinky nappy afterwards." She placed two fingers under her collar and dragged her towards the familiar piece of furniture.A dozen days went by.

If you asked Emily how much time had passed since their arrival at the facility, she would have answered 20 days. If you asked Rebecca, she would have answered with some variation of "too long!" with a variable but not absent amount of profanity. And how to blame her? Her days consisted of constant anal edging, unpredictable messing, and electric shocks whenever she attempted to resist or even insult her caretakers, not to mention her diaper changes being limited to 2 per day.

She awoke once more to the lights of the nursery turning on. A cold, mushy feeling in the seat of her diaper made her aware that her hollow plug had chosen to activate itself sometime that night. Which meant she would have to endure breakfast whilst the rest of the onesie-wearing group glared at her whilst wrinkling their noses. And she would also have to piss herself during breakfast, unless she wanted to spend the rest of the day wet. In other words, it was shaping up to be a bad day amongst bad days. Isabella normally came to unbuckle her from her crib last, maybe in an effort to humiliate her further or simply because her crib was the furthest from the entrance to the room. This time, however, she was already pushing Rebecca's red stroller (Rebecca blushed slightly at the realization she had come to consider it "her" stroller). She stared down at the chagrinned girl and bent her head down to the point that their cheeks were almost touching,

"I know this isn't how we normally run things around here, but would you like to get a change in private before breakfast instead of in the playroom? And maybe have a little chat."Rebecca's face had been, up to this point, contorted in embarrassment at her situation and anger towards those who had forced that embarrassment upon her. That unusually kind offer left her surprised. She opened her eyes before nodding vigorously at the proposal.Normally, what would follow would be the usual round of bondage she had gotten used to (mittens tied together and bound to the back of her collar and a spreader holding her legs apart). This time, however, Isabella merely hooked one of her mittens to the other before loading her into the stroller. She then pushed the stroller into the hallway, leading a stinky and confused girl to a door she had never seen before.The electronic lock to the room clicked open on contact with Isabella's thumb, revealing a dark room.

Rebecca was wheeled in, did a u turn, and was pushed towards the wall. As the light came on, all she could see was the white wall in front of her, as the pram blocked her peripheral vision.

"I know that you have had a few problems with discipline, but I also imagine you're not a fan of your current condition. So, we'll give you a free change, which doesn't count towards your two daily, and then I'll make you a proposal. But there's a slight catch..." Rebecca heard footsteps behind her, a slight rustling of fabric, and then something obscured her vision completely. She tried to remove the blindfold from her eyes, but a steel grasp clasped her wrists before she could raise them above her neck.A different, slightly deeper but still female voice continued:

"Obedience stems from trust in the fact we know what's better for you better than yourself. Today, we are going to be building some of that trust. But take even a peek from that blinker, and we're switching from the proverbial carrot to the proverbial stick. Are we understood?"

Gabrielle let go of Rebecca's hands. She dropped them back over her lap. She then felt two distinct clicking sounds: one of them was the now familiar coming apart of the three belts securing her to her pram. The second one was more puzzling. It sounded as if it was very close to her ear...A jerking pull on her collar forced her briefly to her feet before she threw herself onto her knees in order to avoid the spikes in her tight booties from hurting her. A slightly gentler tug to her right prompted her to turn, but without being able to see her surroundings, she stayed stone still. The next pull was not as gentle and was accompanied by a shock from her plug. Not requiring further convincing, she crawled blindly towards the source of the pulling. She was now entirely sure she was being led by a leash, hopefully towards a changing mat.

"STOP,"

Gabrielle's voice paralyzed her immediately, although not immediately enough to keep her from lightly bumping her head into something. A few seconds later, a pair of hands grabbed her stomach and her diaper from above, lifting her like a baby onto what she figured was a changing table. She was then, still completely blind, rotated on her back, secured with a belt over her belly to the fixture, and had her legs placed upon what she figured were stirrups. She then felt her dirty diaper being undone.

"Is there something you need to do before we remove this?"

A hand started pushing in circular motions above her chastity belt, right above her bladder. The need to pee, which she had set aside for the last couple of minutes, now manifested itself stronger than ever. In that moment, Rebecca's brain presented her with two options:A) Attempt to blindly kick the owner of the hand in the face with her booties. Not guaranteed to work and likely to incur punishment B) Do her best to resist the ministrations of whichever of the two women was attempting to get her to pee into the open, messy diaper, which was still placed under her. Humiliating.

A month ago, Rebecca would always have chosen the first option. However, three weeks of spankings and orgasm denial had, if not softened her, at least placed her rebelliousness into a more pragmatic framework. She went for option B, hoping the hand would relent.

It did not, and, within a minute, a few drops of pee dripped from her urethra. The hand then stopped going in circles and just kept pressing deeply upon the same point, transforming the dripping into a full-on stream, splattering onto the diaper and splashing onto Rebecca's thighs. She was embarrassed as it was her first time peeing onto an open diaper, but by this point she had developed a tolerance for shame, which stopped her from developing but the lightest blush.

"We are going to have to work on that, but I felt that forcing you to wet yourself of your own volition may have been a bit too much at the same time. Now lift your butt so we can give you a good cleaning."Rebecca did as she was told, and the diaper was slid out from under her. She then felt two wet wipes cleaning her upper thighs, working their way up against the chastity belt as they cleaned up any filth that persisted between her ass cheeks. Finally, one of the hands started circling the inside of her hollow butt plug, pushing it slightly deeper and eliciting a slight moan from Rebecca's pleasure-starved body.As the pressure stopped, Gabrielle spoke:

"Now, for our proposal. We believe that if we show you a bit of trust, you'll learn to trust us back. We are going to perform a procedure you will likely find very humiliating. We will take off all of your restraints except the blindfold, and you will help us perform it. If it all goes down without a hitch, you'll be removed from the "punishment" level and have a second chance. Otherwise, we'll just tie you up like every other day, and you'll have other chances to prove your obedience. And if you take the offer but do something naughty with your freedom... well, there's no reason to think about that; just don't consider it an option. So, what will it be?" From behind her head, a click caused the four straps of her gag to go slack, and someone pulled away her pacifier. For the first time in weeks, she was allowed to speak. She went through her options. She could have taken the opportunity to insult her captors. Her still slightly aching backside presented a sensible counterpoint. She could have refused the offer and gone back to what she had been living for the past three weeks... or she could seize the opportunity and reclaim her default status... three changes per day, an orgasm every three days, and no spreader bars or having to crawl on her elbows sounded like luxuries after what she had to go through.

"I'll do it."

"Ok, baby girl, take a deep breath and push!"Before she could ask what to push, a whirring sound was emitted from her nethers, and she understood it was the locking mechanism of the plug deflating. Wanting to be free of it as quickly as possible, she pushed as hard as she could with her bowels, and soon it was completely out with a "plop!"

It was weird for her to be suddenly free of the accursed device. She felt almost... empty. At the same time, it was pleasant finally giving her anus a break from the constant stretching it had endured over the month.

"Now, let's get rid of those mittens. If you have any strange ideas, I would suggest desisting from them now."The small locks on Rebecca's mittens clicked open, and one of the two women present in the room took off. She was also unbuckled from the changing table."I want you to turn on your stomach.

"She lifted her legs from the stirrups and turned her still bare posterior towards the ceiling. She rested her head on her arms.

"Raise your tush and spread your legs."

She complied

"Now, I want you to use your hands to spread your buttocks as wide as you can and hold still." The position was hardly more compromising than any other she had been placed in over the last weeks. But the combination of having to assume and hold it spontaneously and being blindfolded made it a real test of her self-control. She thought about it for a second. She could have removed the blindfold. Assault the two women in the room (never mind Gabrielle's notable physical prowess), and find a way to hack off the spiked booties. Then... eeeekk! Something cold and wet made contact with her pucker and started pushing its way in. Without a gag to silence her, she couldn't hold back a yip of surprise. At least it stopped her from moaning in satisfaction at the vanishing of the feeling of emptiness that had enveloped her lower half. This new object was, however, significantly wider than the plug she had come to be familiar with and caused her more than a modicum of pain and discomfort. A few seconds later, she perceived a slightly warm liquid pouring in from the plug. In that moment, she understood the nature of the procedure she was undergoing. She was being given an enema! And she was helping them! How dare they... "This will take about half an hour, sweety. Sit still, and you might get a nice reward at the end."After what felt like forever, thanks to the rather uncomfortable position that forced her to hold the weight of the upper half of her body on her chin, the large object was removed.

"Hold that position; we're going to reunite you with your old companion," and with that, her old hollow plug was quickly returned to its place.

"Whilst we wait for your insides to get nice and clean, how about we have a bit of fun? You can lie down, by the way." Rebecca rolled on her back. She was demoralized by what had just happened but at least slightly relieved by the thought she would finally be able to get out of her restraints. And could already imagine what the "reward" and "fun" already mentioned were going to consist of... As expected, the plug started vibrating at an infuriatingly slow pace. As the minutes went by, it grew ever so slowly stronger. She had to use every gram of her self-control not to attempt to sneak the fingers she had finally regained the use of into her chastity belt, scratching and rubbing herself just the right way... NO, this is what they want, so they have an excuse to punish and humiliate you! Stay still and keep your hands above your shoulders. You can do this...

Over the course of half an hour, the plug went from slow to medium speed to vibrating very fast. Rebecca was drooling, her head flat against the surface of the changing table, her entire mind straining not to rub herself. "Do you want to make your stinkies in a diaper or in a training potty?"Her arousal-clouded mind tried to figure out which would be less humiliating. Sure, a diaper would allow her a small amount of cover, but she would have had her mess pushed up against her. A training potty would be less discrete, but at least she could maintain some semblance of hygiene.

"The second option," she answered. She was scooped off from the changing table and placed on the ground. A tug on her collar compelled her to move. She had barely crawled a step when she realized that the waddling gait forced on her by her booties did nothing but expose more of her sensitive insides to the vibrator, now strong enough to be heard clearly from quite a distance. She steeled herself through the stimulation, regardless of the dripping coming from the lower edge of her belt. After 3 or 4 meters, the tension on the leash went slack. At the same time, she touched something plastic and light. With her now free hands, she grabbed what she figured out to be the mentioned training potty.She pulled it to her, sat on it, and realized just how huge it was. It was obviously not a training potty for babies but rather for fully grown adults and therefore likely custom-made for such a circumstance.

In an instant of lucidity, she realized that moment had been planned out and organized specifically to place her in that position. To have her drooling and blindfolded, sitting on an oversized training potty, arousal dripping from her nethers, waiting for her plug to open. To put her in that specific, humiliating... oh god... The act of placing herself upon the plastic object had caused her to shift the position of her thighs so that the vibrations stimulated her in an even more overpowering manner. Another wave of pleasure, stronger than the ones beforehand, wiped away the thoughts she had slowly been forming. At that moment, either Gabrielle or Isabella decided to finally activate the opening inside of Rebecca's plug.Rebecca had been mentally preparing for when that moment would have arrived. What she was not, however, expecting was feeling a hand place two fingers under her blindfold and peel it off. In that moment, she saw the room she was in for the first time. Three colored chairs were facing her, and on those chairs were her three "playmates," giggling audibly from behind their pacifiers. Staring at her and her predicament.

They had evidently been present the whole time and had likely seen her get changed, spread her ass for the enema, get her plug re-inserted, and drool on the changing table as the vibrator slowly ramped up. The shame, the embarrassment, the powerlessness to stop what else they were about to see, and the arousal were just too much for her.

She thrust her hips forward, smacking her chastity belt against the front of the training potty (which she had just realized was made of completely clear plastic), and finally reached the orgasm she had been building up to for more than three weeks. Her chin shot upwards with a high-pitched scream as her body went tense with two kinds of relief. For whole minutes she sat there, dangling her head and babbling unintelligible syllables, completely oblivious to the stinky mess she had left under her.

Later, Isabella picked her up between her arms, brought her to the changing table, and finally removed her plug for good, replacing it with the standard bullet vibrator she had been initially issued her first day. Then was the turn of the mittens, the diaper, and the pacifier gag, which she immediately started sucking upon. By the time she was back in her stroller, she was sleeping like a little angel.

So, i'm not entirely sure what to think of this story. I will be moving away from scat-adjacent themes for the next few chapters, but i'm not entirely sure where to go from now on. i have a couple ideas:

1) i have already written the first stages of a story which has another worker of the facility as its protagonist. This would be more of a worldbuilding story than a normal one.

2) Emily goes for a walk.

3) As an experiment, a boy is added to the facility but treated as one of the girls.

I'm probably going to write n.2 either way but i'm curious as to whether there is any interest for n.1 and 3