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I'd saved up enough to go on holiday alone. I never got time alone so this holiday was a dream come true. It was a tropical island in South America. The flight there was great as I was able to travel first class. I'd spent 3 weeks shopping, sunbathing and sightseeing and all too soon it was coming to an end. One thing that intrigued me were the female chain gangs. They wore black and white striped dresses and iron cuffs on their ankles, wrists and necks. They were chained together by their collars. They also had ball gags in their mouths. They were sweeping a pavement and the guard was watching with a whip in his hand. I imagined what it would be like to be in that position. I packed my bags and got a taxi to the airport. The driver was pleasant and offered me some food to take on the plane. Not thinking how naïve I was being I said thank you and put the sweets in my bag. I checked in then later put my hand luggage bag on the x-ray machine. My heart stopped when it didn't come out the other side. The woman at the scanner motioned over two security guards who without a word took my bag and me to a back room. I was put in a chair and handcuffed to it. I was sweating and hyperventilating absolutely terrified. One of the men took out the sweets the taxi driver gave me. 'Stupid idiot!' I thought to myself. It was just a white ppaper bag which I hadn't even looked in.

"Do you know what this is?" the guard said holding up a small white brick.

"I-I-It's not mine," I stuttered.

"I asked do you know what it is not whose it is!" he yelled slamming his hand on the table.

I shuddered and said, "I don't know."

"Well if this is what I think it is you'll be going away for a long time."

He then poked a needle into the brick and put it in a test tube. The liquid turned orange confirming that it was cocaine. I felt sick.

"You are under arrest for drug smuggling."

I was shocked as my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was taken out to a van and put in the back. I was very frightened and sobbed. I'd never dreamed I'd ever go to prison. It was dark when we arrived at the police station. I was taken to the front desk and my cuffs were removed.

The man at the desk then said: "strip."

I hesitated.

"I said strip unless you want these men to do it for you!"

I removed my shoes then my tracksuit jacket and t shirt then my jeans and I was in my underwear. I stopped my face turning red.

The man at the desk rolled his eyes and nodded and the security guard took out a knife and cut off my bra and panties. I cried.

"Now squat and bend over, hands on your ankles."

I wanted this humiliation to end as quickly as possible.

"Ok I think she's clean," the security guard said.

I was then told to lie on the ground which I did. I thought I was going to be raped and I was terrified.

"Lift your ass," a security guard said.

I did and he put an adult nappy on me.

"This will be changed every morning. Get up."

I stood up and was told to put on a black and white striped dress. It stunk of stale sweat and had stains on it. I hesitated a little.

"Get dressed right now!" the guard yelled holding up a whip.

I obeyed. After this, heavy black iron shackles were locked on my wrists, ankles and neck. The collar had a chain on it acting as a leash.

"Ok, you will be kept here for a week until you go to court. You will be assigned a lawyer. And before you ask there is no British embassy here. While you are here you will work. During this time you will be gagged. You will also be barefoot at all times. Guards take her to her cell."

I was still in shock and only moved when I felt my leash tugging. I was locked in a windowless cell with a bright light which I guessed was always on. The entire cell was painted white. The door was all bars giving me no privacy. The only furniture was a thin hard mattress. I lay down crying and eventually fell asleep. I was woken the next day when the door opened. My nappy was changed. I actually enjoyed wearing it. It was a fetish I'd always kept secret. A tray containing a small bowl of porridge, a banana and a glass of milk was put on the floor.

"Eat. You don't want to have to be force-fed."

I hated porridge but I managed to eat it. I ate the banana and drank the milk. A ball gag was then put on me and I was taken outside with other prisoners men and women and chained in a coffle. The men wore striped trousers and a sweater. I imagined being in a chain gang and now that it was really happening I was a little scared. I was in the middle of the coffle a woman in front of me and a man behind me who occasionally touched my ass when he could reach. I had never thought I was attractive being tall and well-built. I sort of enjoyed this attention and turned and winked. The gag prevented me from smiling. The man also winked. He had light brown hair and blue eyes.

"Eyes front prisoner!" the guard yelled at me.

I immediately turned to face forward. Other people looked at us like we were the scum of the earth.

"Why do they let these filthy animals out in public?" a well-dressed woman said.

I felt like the lowliest of animals now. I'd never had high self-esteem. But there was a reason we 'filthy animals' were in public. We were handed pickaxes and told to break up the road so pipes could be put in. I scared of hitting my feet and hit the ground being careful and precise. I then felt the sting of a whip on my back.

"Faster bitch!" the guard yelled.

I worked harder my dress soaked in sweat and my mouth drooling. The man from earlier started groping my breasts. I just tried to ignore him and kept working to avoid another beating until my frustration overcame me and I stabbed him in the foot with my pickaxe. He screamed and fell and I was about to strike him again when the guard grabbed me and pinned me to the ground. He re-cuffed my wrist shackles behind my back then used standard police handcuffs to bring my wrists closer. Several people were watching. The man was still screaming and the guard wrapped a piece of cloth around his wound.

"You may take a break," the guard said to the man. "Everyone one else back to work, show's over! As for you," the guard said to me. "There will be hell to pay!"

He then pulled out a phone and I heard "can you come and supervise the prisoners? One of them assaulted someone and needs to be punished. And tell the warden we need more than one guard supervising the chain gangs... Ok thank you see you in a bit."

I was visibly shaking in fear and sweating, heart pounding. The man I attacked glared at me. About 15 minutes later another guard showed up.

"Ah there you are," the first guard said.

"I'll watch the bitches now. I spoke to the warden who agreed there should be two of us. Which bitch is the troublemaker?"

"The one with her hands behind her back."

"She looks bigger and taller than the otherwise small, skinny ones. Better keep a close eye on her."

"Don't worry, in six days time when she goes to court she will be broken."

I was really scared when the guard unlocked me from the coffle and led me to the town square where I was locked in a pillory. I forgot I was still in the 21st century. Several people gathered to watch. The guard ripped my dress exposing my back and part of my nappy. He ripped it off. I saw some people laugh and I turned bright red. That feeling quickly vanished when I felt the first blow of the whip sting my back. I screamed. The whip didn't break my skin but still left marks. Everybody cheered and I lost count as blow after blow landed on my back and legs. I was crying and biting down on my gag. Then it was finally over. The guard grabbed my face.

"That's how we deal with vicious animals!" he said and spit on my face. "Hope you enjoyed the show ladies and gentlemen. You may use her for the rest of the day."

He walked away and my eyes widened. I was a virgin. The well-dressed men left me alone not wanting to touch a 'filthy animal.' I then saw a man walk up to me who had scruffy, dirty clothes on.

"Who needs a house when I can have a free fuck?" he said so I guessed he was obviously homeless. I tried to brace myself as the man took down his trousers and plunged his dick into my pussy. I screamed as I felt my hymen breaking. I cried. I imagined losing my virginity to a loving partner and here I was being raped in public by a homeless man. His hand then massaged my clit. I was determined not to enjoy it but I moaned with pleasure and my pussy was now wet. Just as I was about to climax he pulled out and laughed.

"What a slut," he said and left.

There was now a queue of men waiting to use me. I gasped as there looked to be at least another twenty. The next man to my horror plunged his cock into my ass. I did not enjoy it at all and screamed and cried. He exploded inside me and I felt his cum drip from my ass. The rape continued all day some men rough and brutal others not letting me climax. When the last man finished with me I slumped in the pillory exhausted. I was later chained to the coffle my hands cuffed at my back again and taken back to the police station. I was taken to a different section away from everyone else and put in a concrete cell with only a mattress. The guard put another nappy on me. He removed my gag and I flexed my aching jaw.

"You will stay here until you go to court. Your nappy will be changed on your court day," he said and slammed the steel door. He then opened the slot in the door which was also a tray to put food on.

"Put your hands here," he said.

He removed my handcuffs and relocked my other wrist shackles in front of me and then left. I went and sat on my mattress.

"Stupid bitch! I should have just let that man grope me. Now I will probably be imprisoned for life!" I thought to myself.

I buried my head in my hands and sobbed for a long time until I fell asleep. I was woken the next day when the slot on the door opened and a bowl of porridge was put on the tray. I took it.

"Place the empty bowl back on there," the guard said.

I was hungry and ate it. It was cold and tasteless and I had to eat it with my hands. I only got one bowl a day and the rest of the time I slept when I could. My mind was numb. I just didn't care about anything anymore. The last day of my solitary confinement came and the guard changed my very full dipaper. My hands were put behind my back again. Another man was there but I didn't care.

"I am your assigned lawyer," he said. "There is not much I can do for you. You are shown to be a violent drug dealer. The taxi driver said you knew they were drugs."

"I didn't know they were drugs," I said.

"The brick was in a white paper bag. You must have known! And that along with your recent assault will like you get you a life sentence. If you plead guilty you may have an easier time."

"Ok I'll plead guilty," I said.

"Fine then," the lawyer said and walked away.

I was then led by my leash, my leg irons rattling noisily to a fairly small courtroom and put in a cage. The only people in the room were my two guard escorts and the judge.

"You have been charged with drug smuggling and assault. How do you plead?"

"Guilty," I said miserably.

"You are sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour in a maximum security prison. Case closed."

I cried as I was unlocked from the cage, put into a van and driven to the prison. I couldn't see the outside as the back of the van had no windows. I was taken out and saw that I was surrounded by twenty feet high stone walls and guards in towers holding guns. I could see other women working. Some were gardening and others were breaking rocks with sledgehammers. There were several guards holding whips. I also noticed a coffle of women getting on a bus. I knew I'd never work in public again. I was taken inside to a man at a desk. He spoke.

"Violent drug smuggler? Well try anything here and you will regret it. First, forget your old name. Your name is now #748. You will be kept in a nappy at all times. Now let's put you to work. You will do hard labour inside the walls at all times because you are a danger to the public."

He nodded to the guards who removed my handcuffs. I was then told to stand against a wall. I did and was given a sign to hold with my number and sentence and my picture was taken. My heavy wrist shackles were put back on me.

"Open up," a guard said.

I did and a ball gag was put on me. I was taken outside and told to pull weeds out. This was easy and I actually enjoyed it. Another woman next to me seemed to dislike me for some reason as she kept lightly hitting me and pulling my hair when the guards weren't looking. I eventually lost it and strangled her using my wrist chain. I wanted to kill her. I had nothing to lose now. All the bad feelings I'd had bottled up rose to the surface. I was screaming, filled with rage. Her face turned purple and by the time the guards managed to pull me away she had stopped breathing. I killed her and I smiled. The other women stood there shocked.

"Ok bitches show's over get back to work!"

I was dragged to a pole and made to face it and my hands were secured above my head. I knew what was coming. The guards left me and later the warden came out. He was carrying a bullwhip.

"Normally for killing another inmate you would be killed immediately but since it is your first day I will be lenient. You will receive ten lashes and then you will be put in solitary confinement for a month during which time you will be naked and only have one nappy change a week."

He ripped my dress off to expose my bare body and brought the whip down on my back. I screamed as it ripped my skin. This was worse than the previous whipping which only left minor marks. Nine more followed and I fell to the ground after my wrists were released. They were cuffed behind my back and I was dragged to a tiny cell only four feet long and two feet wide. The front was all thick bars the door being on the wall on one side. There was another door opposite the bars for the guards to get in and out. My hands remained behind my back and my gag was removed and the guards then left locking the door. It was very quiet. I lay on my side and sobbed at my situation. My sobs echoed around the tiny room. Eventually, I stopped and just sat lost in my thoughts. I still had no regrets about killing the woman. There were plenty of other people I wished were dead. I eventually fell asleep. I was woken the next morning then the door opened. A guard was holding a bowl of porridge. He put the spoon through the bars and into my mouth. I was so hungry I didn't care that it was cold and lumpy. Then after it was finished he left without a word and it was quiet again. I lost track of time as the light in the cell was always on so I never slept for long periods. I knew a week had passed when my nappy was changed. After the longest month of my life, I was let out. I wasn't given my clothes back. I then found out I was going to be used as a pony girl. A heavy yoke was locked on me. I was given shiny high heeled boots and a sort of leather body harness. I still had the heavy leg irons on. A butt plug with a horse's tail was inserted thankfully lubricated. I also wore a bit gag. I was harnessed to a cart all day giving rides to people. I still slept in my tiny cell at first still wearing the yoke until a week later the guards took it off to see if I would try anything. I didn't. I was now well and truly broken.