convicted pt 1

Author: polioman
Title: convicted
Date: 08 August 2008

I am working as a convict laborer following my conviction and sentencing for ‘unlawful’ behavior. I work as a street cleaner and today I am cleaning up the cattle market which is always a dirty and smelly job with the cow dung and other filth. I am wearing, as I have done since my conviction 4 months ago, my convict uniform which is a ‘boot suit (a pair of rubber chest waders) and a rubber coat. I also wear leg chains and a helmet. Under the boot suit I have to wear a diaper. I am dirty and smelly and as it is a warm day I am sweating in my rubbers.
At home I had been part of the bondage scene and at times had enjoyed the experience of both leather and rubber bondage, but this had been consensual, not compulsory as was my present uniform and for hours not years. How did I come to find myself a convict laborer? A friend and I had decided to go transcontinental back-packing, both being in our early 20s. We had left home about 7 months ago and after 3 months and a good many countries we crossed the border into a country we knew had an authoritarian regime. So far everything had gone well and we had enjoyed the various countries with their different cultures and varied scenery. We had stayed in youth hostels, camped and generally had a good time and met many people. We made for the youth hostel, which was near the college. Most of the other people in the hostel were students and they explained there was going to be a demonstration against the government that evening. Without really think we joined in and shouted slogans and waved banners with the students. It did not take long for the police to come and break up the demo. Most of the students fled but some 20, including me, were caught. The police fitted us with handcuffs and leg chains as the caught us and dragged us to a large van. We were taken inside one by one. When it came to my turn I was dragged into the interior of the van. Inside two officers removed my handcuffs but replaced them with rigid leather mittens which were locked round my wrists and were joined by about 6” of chain. They fitted me with a heavy leather head-harness and muzzle. There was a ‘tongue’ in the muzzle which went into my mouth. The harness was locked on to me. They then pulled down my jeans and pants and fitted a disposable diaper on me before pulling up my pants and jeans. He told me I was prepared and I was led down a passage along the centre of the van . There were doors on each side. The officer opened one and pushed me. It was a tiny cell, so small I could only stand up. The door closed and it was almost dark. Some light came from a grill above the door and there was also a grill in the outside wall. I was very frightened as I stood there. It was hot and I was sweating. The muzzle smelt of stale food and was uncomfortable as I could not close my mouth. I heard further doors being opened and closed, as presumably other arrestees where brought into the van. I rather lost track of time, but after a while the van moved. Again I have no idea how far we went, but it did not seem far. After a while I heard doors being opened and closed and in due course my cage door opened and I was told to come out. I hobbled down the passage and out of the van and into what was probably a police station. I was nice to get some cool fresh air. I was put in a small cell and told to lie down and sleep for the rest of the night. Again it was warm and stuffy. It was not easy to sleep though I suppose I dosed at times. During the demo we had been drinking beer and during the night I badly needed to piss. With my hands in the mittens I could not take down my jeans so eventually I had to piss into the diaper, which of course is why it had been put on. It was very degrading to piss like a child and feel the damp diaper round my bum. I must have slept because I was awakened by an officer who told me to sit on the bed. He took off my muzzle, having told me not to speak and he them feed me a meal of a sort of tasteless porridge, as I could not use a spoon because of the mittens. I was also given a large bottle of water before the muzzle was replaced. Though I was to learn justice was swift and at times brutal, there was a lot of waiting about for it. I have no idea how long I remained in the cell that morning, but I did have to piss again in my diaper. Eventually and office came and led me out of the cell and up into a small office. Here my muzzle was removed. A civilian explained I would shortly be going into court. He had reviewed my case and had seen the CCTV evidence and he had little doubt I would be found guilty. The choice was mine, but he recommended that I plead guilty and he would argue that as I had pleaded guilty and was a foreigner I should be treated leniently. It was a frightening situation, facing a court in a foreign land. A few minutes later I was led into the court. There was no jury, only a judge on a raised platform. I had the charge read to me, unlawful behavior, being involved in an illegal demonstration and riotous behavior. I had to confirm my name and age and then was asked to plead. I pleaded guilty. The judge then observed they needed to hear nothing further from me and that my muzzle be replaced. The civilian duly said I was a foreigner and had pleaded and appealed for a lenient sentence. After a few minutes silence the judge rose to pass sentence. I was sentenced to 20 years convict labour, grade 3 and ordered to be taken down. 20 years as a convict. My knees felt weak and I felt afraid. I would have held the side of the dock if I had been able to use my hands. I felt my stomach churn and suddenly my bowels moved and I was unable to stop the flow of shit into my diaper and I was aware of the smell of excreta. The guard led me down from the court room and I was very conscious of the messed diaper as I walked. The guard was obviously aware I had just soiled myself and told me I was not the first that day to have done so and I would get used to it. I was not sure what this last remark meant, though I would soon find out. I was taken outside and put in a similar van to the one used the previous evening. I stood in the cell feeling terrified about the future. I kept hearing more convicts arriving and eventually the van moved off. We did not travel very far and when we got out it was into a roofed courtyard. There were about 20 of us, all wearing different clothes in which we had been arrested, but with muzzles, mittens and legs chains on and judging by the bulk in the pants of most of the others, wearing diapers. We were told to stand in three lines and then an officer addressed us.
“You are now all convict labourers. Here at the headquarters of the Convict Labour Service you will each be registered, assessed, be fitted with you Convict Labour uniform and given your initial induction before being sent out to your assigned work stations. The induction & processing department is the door to my left. Your will line up there, leading off from the front row and await you turn”
I was third in the front row line and duly lined up behind two others. Of course we could not communicate because of our muzzles. We were told to stand still and face straight ahead. Shortly afterwards the first convict was called in quickly followed by the second and I now stood facing the solid black painted door. After a while the door opened and an officer ordered me to follow him. I went in through the door. Inside was a small lobby with doors to left and right. I was taken through the left hand door into a sort of office. The officer sat behind a desk and looked at a file. He read out my name and age and I had to confirm them, by nodding as I was still muzzled. He also read out my sentence and again I nodded confirmation. He told me that the first part of the process was to get me into my convict uniform and then the induction would follow. He told me to go through the door into the next room. I obeyed and hobbled through the door. It was a sort of shower room and a rubber clad person removed my muzzle, mittens and leg chains and told me to get undressed which I did till I was stood there in just my diaper. He pulled the fastening tapes and the diaper fell off onto the floor. I had to pick it up and put it in the trash bin. I was then sat on a plastic chair and he ran clippers over my head, removing all my hair. I was then stood in the shower area and washed down. I was then told to shut my eyes and keep them and my mouth closed. He smeared cream all over me. I felt a stinging sensation and after a while, though probably only a couple of minutes, I was rinsed down. When I opened my eyes I realised it had been a dilapatory cream and I was now completely hairless. I was dried off by standing in a warm airstream and then sent into the next room carrying my mittens and muzzle. It was highly embarrassing being totally naked and hairless. An officer in the next room stood me on a metal plate in the floor, with my legs apart and my arms held outstretched. He pressed a button on a control panel and a laser gun on a flexible arm moved all around me. It was measuring me for my uniform. When it had finished he told me to pick up the mittens and muzzle and go through the next door. There another officer put on my mittens and muzzle and a clean diaper and I was then put in a small cell. He said my uniform would take a couple of hours to prepare. I had rather lost track of time but guessed it was now late afternoon. I sat in the cell, naked and afraid and wondering what my uniform would be like. Time passed slowly but I had not soiled the diaper when I was collected from the cell and taken along a corridor and into a larger room with mirrors on two walls. There was a large wheeled skip at one side. The officer explained I would now be fitted with my convict uniform. He took off the mittens, muzzle and diaper. The first item was a heavy black rubber hood, formed to fit my head. It went down over my shoulders and opened at the rear and was fastened with a rear zipper. It was stiff and heavy. There were openings for my eyes and mouth and a couple of nose holes. The officer checked the fit and asked if it was comfortable. I replied it fitted all right. The next item was a diaper, much heavier than the one I had worn earlier and there was a padding of newspaper in it. Once that was on I had a pair of black rubber pants, elasticated at the legs and waist and finally a harness with shoulder straps to hold the diaper in place and prevent removal. I looked very odd with the diaper and harness and the massive rubber hood. He then pulled or rather heaved from the skip, a pair of rubber chest waders. They were yellow with black boots and knee caps. I later learnt they weighed 10kg. They almost stood up by themselves. Getting into them was not very easy. I sat down and put my legs into the top and then into the respective leg openings. The officer pulled them up as I stood up and my feet went into the boots. The top of the waders, or boot-suit as it was called came up almost to my arm pits. There were shoulder straps to hold them in place, which he fastened and locked. Next was a pair of black industrial elbow length gloves. I then had a heavy rubber waist length coat, with long sleeves. It was black with yellow cuffs. He then fitted a set of double leg chains. The manacles were about 6” long with two D-rings on the inside, top and bottom with two lengths of heavy chain joining them. I wondered what else there could be when he said there was one final item. A full face helmet put on over my hood. It was also heavy. The officer told me I was now in my grade 3 convict labour uniform and I should go into the next room. It was difficult walking in the very stiff ‘boot-suit and my leg chains clanked as I walked through the door fully clad in rubber and already starting to sweat in the uniform. I wondered what lay ahead?