THE CORRECTION OF JOY Sharon woke up feeling extremely refreshed. It was the best night she had in a long time, probably because she knew that things were better now; things were under control. She flung back the bedclothes and picked up her dressing gown before padding down the cold linoleum hallway to Joy's room. For once she knew what she would find; she knew that things were under control. The girl's door was only partly open; she pushed it the rest of the way and took in the sight of her friend. She was lying face up on the modified hospital bed, held down by wrists and ankle straps that held her legs about two feet apart and kept her wrists fastened at her waist. A large rubber feeding gag was strapped into her mouth and its straps crossed over her cheeks, disappearing around the back of her head with a lock secured it in place. She wore a T-shirt that ended at her waist, where it met the top of her semi- translucent plastic panties that bulged as they tried to cover the bulk of her extra-thick nappies. Sharon hadn't expected to find Joy asleep. She knew that the laxatives she had put into the girl's dinner and the fact that she had been restrained all night would allow her only a light nap. As her friend turned to look at her, Sharon saw again, the subservience, the respect for her authority and her willingness to do anything to be able to regain a little of her comfort. Sharon paused for a moment to study the leather straps affixed to the two bands of canvass that ran across the bed. The worn leather seemed to be telling a story of all the other people it had held. This was thanks to Susan's intervention only a few weeks ago. Yes, she decided, she had a lot to thank Susan for. Turning her attention to her friend, she went over to the bed and studied the translucent plastic pants where they passed between Joy's legs. Sure enough, dark yellow stains and darker patches where the cloth clung to the damp cloth told Sharon in no uncertain terms that Joy had wet quite heavily during the night. She wrinkled her nose when it detected another odour and immediately realised that the laxatives she had administered with yesterday evening's liquid dinner had also taken effect. She looked at the cool dark eyes that peeked at her over the rim of the rubber pacifier. Those eyes had once held such hatred; been so defiant. Now they looked at her with pleading, with begging for mercy. "I take it you are quite wet," she said to her friend. Joy nodded. "And if my nose tells me correctly the laxatives I put in your formula last night have also taken effect." Again, the girl nodded. Sharon thought for a moment about how next to proceed. She could clean the girl up but the experience wouldn't make her breakfast any more pleasant. On the other hand, getting it over with would mean she could get Joy started on the jobs earlier. "Come along" she said to her friend as she began to release the wrist cuffs, "we'll get you cleaned up and into fresh nappies. Then you can start in on the washing and the other things I have for you to do." It only took a moment to release the leather cuffs that held Joy down. Sharon wasn't afraid of any violence or resistance. Susan had explained to her that Joy had been conditioned not to resist. Sharon had been doubtful but after only a few days of Joy being home, so co-operative, so willing to please, even if it meant suffering discomfort, indignity, even restraints, Sharon was now convinced that Susan had done a tremendous job. Joy and Sharon walked down the hall, the friend awkwardly because the of thick heavy bulk between her legs and the discomfort of the wet messy nappy. In the bathroom, Joy obediently took her place in the tub and held her wrists up toward the pair of rubber cuffs that dangled from a chrome chain attached to the ceiling. Sharon clicked them around the girl's wrists and then began to work on the plastic pants, pulling them down her thighs until they were bunched around her feet so the girl could step clear of them. The outer cloth nappy was next. As Sharon worked on the pins she congratulated herself on using an Attends as a liner. By piercing holes in its plastic hell, the adult disposable nappy contained most of the mess and yet allowed the cloth nappies to absorb most of Joy's urine. Expertly, she released the pins that held the cloth nappies, let them drop to the floor of the tub and then moved them back out of the way. By now the smell from Joy's messing was getting strong. Sharon decided to work quickly. She tore one side of the tapes that held the disposable nappy together with one hand while she worked at the other side. In a practised motion she took the weight of the nappy in her hand as the tapes gave way and used the back of it to wipe Joy between the buttocks and then rolled it all into a ball before depositing it in the special bin beside the bath. Now there only remained the task of cleaning her friend. She started the water and pulled the shower curtain partly closed, before taking the hand- held shower nozzle and directing its spray at Joy's loins. Joy's skin was red and sore from the enforced nappy wearing that Susan insisted on as part of the treatment at the Institute. Although Sharon had initially been concerned about the nappy rash, the fact that it was healing convinced her to continue with Susan's recommended course of treatment. Nonetheless, Joy flinched and moaned into her rubber gag as the needle point spray blasted the faeces and urine away from her skin. She did a little dance of discomfort as she tried to evade the jet of water that seemed to find every nook and crevice of her nappy area. Sharon wondered what would happen if she took the gag out. Would Joy complain or would her training hold true? She didn't know and didn't really care anymore. The gag would stay in until she decided otherwise. For now she would let it stay in to maintain control. She liked having her friend do what she was told when she was told and without an argument. Sharon washed Joy's hair for her and even added some cream rinse. The girl had to go to a birthday party later that day and her hair might as well look pretty. Before releasing her friend's wrists, Sharon dried the girl with a large towel then they went down the hall to her room where the girl had to stand naked and watch her prepare two more of the extra thick cloth nappies and another Attends as a liner. With her hands free, Joy could have tackled her, perhaps overcoming her and leaving her locked in the room. She could have bolted for the front door. Joy was beyond doing any of those things. She had learned well that resistance was futile. So she just stood there and watched her captor spread out the big thick cloth nappies, unfold the Attends and set the baby powder ready beside them and open a jar of Vaseline. She watched her spread out the extra large pair of translucent plastic panties. She didn't even flinch when the humiliating nappy shirt was laid out on the bed next to the rest of her over-size baby clothes. Although she was 25 she no longer felt like a mature young woman, she felt like an obedient child. When everything was ready, Sharon pointed to the nappies. Joy gulped and padded over to the bed. She lay down in the middle of the pads, placing her hips exactly where they should be. Her nurse came between her legs and started spreading Vaseline all over her nappy area. Then came the powder. Joy looked away. Although the Vaseline and powder smelled good and felt fine, she had come to loathe watching someone put her into nappies. So as she stared at the wall she only felt the strange bunching of the Attends and heard the rattle of its plastic hell as Sharon pulled it into place between her legs and taped it snugly. Before proceeding with the cloth nappies, Sharon used a knife to pierce the outer hell of the Attends between Joy's legs and over her bottom. Then she used two strips of 2" wide sealing tape to reinforce the tapes of the Attends nappy. With the Attends now firmly in place, Sharon reached between her friend's legs and pulled the front of the cloth nappy up between them, twisting it once to concentrate the material. She used four pins, one over each hip and one at each side of the waist. By the time she was finished, the nappy was tight enough to be a girdle, compressing Joy's abdominal area, putting pressure on her bladder, and even influencing her bowel movements. Joy gasped as the nappy was pulled tight for the last pin to be placed. She hated how tight the nappies were before she had wet enough to let the cotton stretch a little. Every breath reminded her of how tight her nappies were and how thick was the padding between her legs. If she had any spark of resistance it would have been ignited by these first few moments in a fresh nappy. But of course, there was more humiliation to come. The plastic panties had to go on. They made the nappy so hot and their tight elastic at the legs and waist always chaffed and burned. She wondered if being made to wear nappies would be so bad if it wasn't for the plastic panties. She knew better than to ask, even if her mouth had been free; Susan had taught her not to ask to be free of nappies - they were too important a part of her therapy. From long practice, Joy got up from the bed, picked up the plastic panties and stepped into them. She pulled them up her legs and began to work them over the bulge of her nappies. When she had them in place, Sharon walked around her, making sure that none of the nappies escaped the efficient seal of the plastic panties. Having satisfied herself that Joy's nappies were secure, Sharon picked up the nappy shirt and handed it to her friend, noting the look of distaste that flashed across her eyes. Joy pulled it over her head and down the trunk of her body, covering her overly large bosom. She would have like to have had the comfort of one of her support bras but that hadn't been permitted since her nappy therapy started. Him breasts would be sore for another day. The nappy shirt ended at her hips. It's crotch piece dangled down between her legs. Her nurse went behind her, reached through her legs and pulled it into position, fastening it to the row of buttons at the rear of Joy's waist. Of all the things that Susan had introduced into the household, Sharon especially loved the nappy shirts. Rows of lace flounced across Joy's padded behind, making her look adorably cute, the very image of an extra big toddler. She came around to the front of her friend and looked at her eyes, now quiet and respectful from the training she had received. There was no trace of the rebellious teenager she had been only a few years before. "What are you waiting for?" Sharon asked, "you know what comes next." Being gagged, Joy's only reply was a flutter of eyelids before she went to the closet and took out a pair of white mary jane shoes. Her nurse handed her a pair of white anklets with lace around the tops and after she sat on the bed to put these on she fitted the shoes to her feet and began to fasten the small strap that crossed over the arch of each foot to be secured by tiny locks. Then she laid back and lifted her right foot so her nurse could apply the tiny padlock that made sure Joy would not be able to remove the shoes. Her left foot received the same attention a few seconds later. She watched her nurse take a pair of steel leg cuffs, joined by 12" of chrome chain, from her dresser drawer. Sharon passed the cuffs around her friend's ankles and locked them as well. With this appliance in place, Joy would be restricted to short, mincing steps that befitted the image of a proper, feminine young lady and also caused that much more discomfort from the thick nappies bunched between her legs. Knowing it would take her friend some time to negotiate the stairs, Sharon breezed out of the room, saying "I'll see you at breakfast." In the kitchen she took a large jug of the special formula that Susan had prescribed and poured it into a special, over-sized baby bottle fitted with a device that connected with the fitting on Joy's rubber gag. A few minutes in the microwave and it was at the proper temperature. She put it in front of Joy's chair and then went to fix her own breakfast. A few minutes later she heard the regular tapping of Joy's heels on the hard wood floor. She looked up to see her friend enter the kitchen, moving with enforced tiny steps. Already she could tell that Joy was suffering from the height of the heels and the thick padding between her legs but she felt no sympathy for her. As Joy sat down she made a brief motion toward her gag and gave a little whimper. Sharon looked up from her own breakfast and stared at her friend, letting her eyes carry her response. "You know better than to ask," she said, "I didn't like the tone of your voice last Thursday night and I warned you what would happen if it didn't change. Well, now you've spent a night with the gag in place and decided you don't like it. I suggest we leave it in place until it's time for you to get ready for the party this afternoon. Maybe it will help you to learn to hold your tongue." Joy's eyes betrayed her disappointment as she fitted the bottle to the front of her special feeding gag. As the fluid filled the rubber bulb that occupied most of her mouth she instinctively moved her tongue to compress it, swallowed, and began the regular sucking rhythm that would eventually drain the 24 ounce bottle. Her own meal finished, Sharon sat back in her chair, sipped her coffee and studied her friend. She was still amazed at what a contrast this vision was to the scene only a few weeks ago when there had been fighting, bickering and accusations back and forth between nurse and friend. She began to dwell on her memories of how all of this had come about. Sharon and Susan had been friends for a long time. They grew up together in the same neighbourhood, married within months of each other, started their families at the same time. Unfortunately, Sharon's husband had died a year ago, leaving her with a hard to manage 25 year old friend whom she suspected was sleeping with her boyfriend and who otherwise displayed every indication of being the most selfish, devious and misbehaving woman she had ever heard or read about. The strain of Joy's behaviour on top of Jack's death had almost been too much for her to take. She didn't know where to turn and was convinced that her family was falling apart. As she had always done, Susan had arrived on the scene just in time to bring relief. Invited to lunch she had driven down to the private clinic just outside of town where Susan was the Medical Officer in Charge. Until she got through the doors she had been obsessed with her own problems and feeling very sorry for herself. But once she had picked up her visitor's pass and began to stroll through the corridors she quickly found something else to occupy her attention. She really had no idea what Susan or this place did. Susan hadn't talked about it very much. She also realised that although the institution had been in operation for years she hadn't really given much thought as to what went on behind it's locked gates and barred windows. Now she was getting an eyeful. Him first surprises when she saw a nurse pushing a stretcher. On it leather wrist and ankle cuffs strapped a young girl down. She was heavily diapered and wore the same kind of gag that Joy now had in place. The girl thrashed against her bonds and screamed into her gag, either in terror or anger, Sharon could not tell but she stopped and stared, amazed at how the nurse seem to take all this in stride. She rounded a corner and stopped in her tracks when she came across another young girl who was sitting in a very strange wheel chair. Its tray had been pushed tight against her torso, pinning her arms beneath, rendering her helpless. She wore a different type of gag, a more conventional type designed to silence the patient. Him feet were strapped into the chair's footrests. She writhed and pulled at her bonds, squirmed and struggled, obviously in great distress. In the few seconds that Sharon was staring, a nurse came by, looked at the girl, wagged her finger at her, and said, "Don't worry, sweetie, there's at least another hour to go before we'll change you." Then she strolled off as the girls' cries increased in intensity. Following the directions she had been given at the desk, she went down the corridor and then turned left down another. Here, solid doors, with wire mesh windows, lined the hall. Being so close together, Sharon guessed the rooms they guarded must be very small indeed. From time to time she heard whimpers, cries and muffled sounds. Him imagination raced when she wondered what could be going on inside. Finally she came to Susan's office. The contrast was stark and immediate. Where all the other doors had been dull grey metal this one was polished oak. Susan's name and title were mounted on a brass plaque. As soon as she opened the door she felt a blast of air conditioning that reminded her of how hot and stuffy the rest of the building was. The room was thickly carpeted and finished in classic style with dark wood panelling and brass accents. Sharon couldn't believe it was part of the same building. A pretty young receptionist in a starched navy blue uniform rose from her desk and crossed the room to greet her. Sharon thought this unusual, as was the fact that this woman wore high-heeled white patent shoes instead of the regulation nursing shoes she expected. Obviously the visitor's desk had called ahead because the receptionist knew Sharon's name. After greeting her, the woman invited Sharon to take a seat. Susan was taking a long distance call and would not be available for a few minutes. She relaxed into one of the over-stuffed leather chairs and picked up a magazine. At first she couldn't believe what she was reading. Then she flipped the cover over and realised it was a catalogue of restraint items. A sticker on the cover advised her that the institute was prepared to order any of these items for their clients and that all Sharon need do was mention it to the receptionist. Susan emerged from the inner office, tall, slim, wearing the high heels that were her trademark, exuding the elegance of her breeding and filling a cream coloured silk dress beautifully. Sharon's mind began to swim. All the years she had known this woman she would never have guessed her to be involved in anything like this place. While stammering pleasantries, she let Susan lead her into the inner office where she again found a comfortable chair in the conversation corner. Susan began by asking what was bothering Sharon. Although Susan was referring to family troubles, Sharon launched into her confusion over what she had seen in the hallways. Susan blushed a little, relaxed into her chair and began to explain. "No. I suppose I haven't talked about it very much. It doesn't wash very well with a lot of people, but what we do here is very necessary. We are what you might call a rehabilitation centre. We take brats and turn them into the kind of citizens they are expected to be. We cure drug and alcohol problems, discipline problems, attitude problems and personal hygiene and grooming problems. Our patients come to us from many walks of life and from many parts of the country. When they leave they all have one thing in common - they are very polite, well-behaved young people and their parents or partners are universally satisfied with the changes we instil." "Normally I wouldn't have brought you here. Some people get very concerned when they seen what you saw. But I felt what was happening with Joy was important enough to come out of the closet with you." "I don't get it," Sharon said, "are you suggesting that we bring Joy here?" "Exactly. This is just what she needs - a firm hand. Since I know her so well you can be assured that I'll take a personal interest in her course of treatment." Sharon began to ask some questions and Susan filled her in, explaining, in general terms, that it would take about three weeks of treatment for Sharon to see some results in her friend. When the question of money came up Susan brushed it off with a wave of her hand, pointing out that Sharon had been helpful and supportive of her over the years and she was just returning the favour. When it came down to the mechanics of getting the recalcitrant Joy into the Institute, Susan came to the rescue with a suggestion. "She hates her job at the company, doesn't she?" Sharon nodded. "Then you tell her I have an administrative job here that pays twice as much but she has to come and see me." Sharon pointed out that Joy might get suspicious if she saw what Sharon had seen. Susan pointed to a door at the rear of her office. "Don't worry," she said, "that's what that private entrance is for." The two women finished their plans and then left in Susan's car for lunch. During the meal Sharon realised she already felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her, although she was still a little nervous about what they had planned, given the sights she had seen. That night Sharon did everything she could to avoid a fight with her friend, and managed for once not to object when Joy did all the things that bothered her. She did manage to raise the subject of work and because of the prevailing peaceful atmosphere, Joy did agree to visit Susan. The next morning Joy borrowed the car and drove to the institution. According to the plan, Sharon gave her 30 minutes head start and then called a taxi. Joy would not be driving home. In fact, Joy would not be driving anywhere for quite a long time. Susan greeted Joy at the private entrance and escorted her into the office. She spent a good deal of time asking Joy questions about her activities. When finally Joy brought up the subject of the job, Susan made some general statements and then suggested that they have coffee before discussing the details. When Jennifer, Susan's secretary, brought in the coffee, it was very simple to make sure that Joy got the cup that had been laced with a powerful tranquilliser that, while keeping her awake, would make it impossible for her to use her limbs or walk. Susan watched the girl drink the laced coffee and then made passing conversation while she waited for the drug to take effect. At first Joy thought she was dizzy because she had skipped breakfast. But as the feeling deepened she guessed that something was going on. Soon her body felt like lead but by then she was powerless to defend herself. When she tried to accuse Susan she discovered that her vocal cords had been paralysed. She could only make muffled groans and whimpers. When she tried to rise, her arms and legs refused to move. Suddenly she felt a warm wetness blossom beneath her and she looked down with horror to discover that she had wet herself. Susan smiled and said, "Maybe the dose was a little strong. Don't worry, the nurses will find you some nice thick nappies to help you until the drug wears off." She rose, ignoring Joy's surprised face, and went to the door to the reception area. She opened the door and advised Jennifer that Joy was now ready for admission. A few seconds later, two large female nurses arrived with a wheel chair. They bundled Joy's limp body into the chair and pushed her out of the office. In her drugged haze, Joy watched the ceiling lights pass over head. It reminded her of being in a car at night. She wanted to fight, to resist, but her body had been taken away from her. They took her to a special room equipped for the washing and preparation of uncooperative patients. As soon as she saw the tiled walls, the stainless steel obstetrical examining table, the steel bath tub and the many straps and restraints used to hold people who didn't want to be held, she felt her adrenaline rise. She couldn't let them do this to her. Enraged, she felt some of her strength returning and she was smart enough not to betray this development to the nurses. One of them pulled her out of the wheel chair and held her while the other stripped off her clothes. As they were about to hoist her onto the obstetrical table Joy decided to try to make a break for it. Turning quickly she poked one nurse in the eye and landed a punch on the left breast of the other before bolting for the door. Joy was sure she had dealt them debilitating blows but in fact the drugs had sapped her strength. It didn't take long for the nurses to recover. Just as she discovered that the door was locked the two nurses came up behind her. One put a hammer lock on her while the other pressed a chloroform pad over her nose and mouth. She blacked out in a second. Joy didn't yet realise that she had just made her first major mistake by angering the people who controlled her comfort. After strapping her to the obstetrical table the nurses shaved her vulva and attached white plastic wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar to match. The cuffs featured rings and the collar had a locking clasp to accommodate the wrist cuffs. Joy began to come out of the chloroform. She sensed she had been strapped down. When she opened her eyes she saw the two women glaring down at her. Fear coursed through her body. She knew she was about to pay for her escape attempt. "You stupid little bitch!" one of them said softly. "You hurt us so now we are going to hurt you." Joy watched her take what looked like a vibrator from one of the instrument trays. It was long and shaped like a penis. With her legs held wide apart she didn't need to guess where it was going. The nurse lubricated the tip and then stepped between Joy's legs. The girl closed her eyes, praying that somehow it wouldn't happen, that something would stop the woman. But nothing did. A few seconds later she felt the bullet-head of the device pressed against her rosebud and as she gasped in pain it was forcibly shoved up her rectum. Although it was uncomfortable, Joy was surprised that it did not hurt more than it did. The sensation was almost bearable. Still she was violated and this enraged her. She wanted that damn thing out of her body. Then the nurse started to adjust something at the base of the intruder. Joy felt it expand in diameter, dilating her. Suddenly she divined the true purpose of the instrument and began to fight her bonds in desperation. At first she screamed at them in anger, demanding that the violator be removed. But as the shaft got larger and the pain intensified, she changed to pleas for mercy. She promised anything if they would stop. Between sobs she threw herself on their mercy time and again. When the other nurse tired of the noise she pressed a rubber feeding gag into Joy's mouth and fastened the retaining straps around her head. Joy's pleas were silenced but her agony continued. The first nurse adjusted the device one more time and through her tears, Joy sensed that she had stepped away. "How do you like us now?" she asked sarcastically, "That should teach you to give us a hard time." Joy didn't care. Him whole world was focused on her tortured behind and the pain of the dilator in her rear passage. They released her from the table but she didn't care. The intruder held her attention. She was barely conscious of them as they prepared a triple thick set of cloth nappies for her and then made her lie down on the table again to have them fitted. Every movement, each little motion, made Joy's hell that much worse. Part of her was vaguely aware that they were putting nappies on her but it seemed so unimportant compared to what was happening in her behind. A pair of heavy rubber pants was fitted over the nappies and then she watched them fit soft felt pumps on her feet. The pumps had straps that served to lock them on the foot. They were uncomfortable but she didn't care about them as much as she cared about the violator in her bottom. She barely noticed when one nurse joined her legs together with an 18" length of chain. She groaned into the rubber gag in her mouth when they dragged her off the table onto her feet. She mewed her pain into the gag when standing forced her bottom cheeks to clench the intruder. Then, muttering something about giving her some exercise they dragged her from the room, her feet barely touching the floor. Still stunned by the drugs and obsessed with the hard round shaft in her bottom she was barely aware of her surroundings as they took her through the corridors. As her mind cleared she wondered why she was in nappies and what purpose the high heels could possibly serve. All that she knew for sure was that she was in great pain and was totally in their control. There was no fight left in her - for now. The nurses took her to the "corral" a circular room fitted with a large wheel, similar to the capstan on a ship. Thirty spokes issued out from the hub of the wheel, each at waist level and each fitted with secure fittings to hold a patient in place. Each spoke also had a clear plastic tube attached, the end of which had a fitting that matched the hole in the feeding gags. When Joy and her escort arrived at the corral there were 23 girls attached to the wheel. Each one of them was wearing thick nappies, was hobbled and the plastic tube had been attached to their feeding gags, delivering a steady stream of medicated water into their parched mouths. They pushed the wheel and groaned their misery into the rubber gags. If one faltered or didn't push hard enough one of the attending nurses brought her short thin cane down across the backs of her thighs or across her naked breasts. At Joy's arrival the wheel was brought to a halt. Joy was taken to a vacant spoke and her wrist cuffs were attached to the bar. One of the nurses fitted the plastic tube to her gag and immediately a stream of sweet-tasting water filled her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow and as she did she noticed the girl in front of her. She was young and blonde, her long hair trailing down her bare back. Him semi-transparent plastic panties betrayed her wetness, though from wetting or from perspiration, Joy couldn't tell. The room was unbearably hot and smelled strongly of female sweat. The girl leaned on the bar, obviously grateful for the rest. When she had been attached and the nurses had stepped away a command was given and the wheel began to turn again. As she took her first step, Joy knew she was about to experience true torture. The intruder in her behind sent waves of pain through her body. She bit down on the gag to stop herself from crying but it was not enough. Soon her cheeks were stained with tears as she tried to cope with the feeling of being torn apart in her most intimate place. In the background of her mind she realised that most of the girls were crying. From time to time there would be the sharp crack of a cane landing on tender young thighs, a muffled gasp and then a new voice in the chorus of sobs. On and on, round and round, the wheel turned and the girls suffered. Joy could not believe that she had deserved this. She prayed that the next minute, the next second would be the end, that they would stop the wheel, release her and let her go home. But when a nurse judged she wasn't pushing hard enough and gave her two strokes of the cane across her thighs she began to realise that she was a prisoner. In her office Susan was discussing Joy's course of treatment. "Before I get into the details we need to do a little paperwork," she said lightly. "Paperwork?" Sharon asked suspiciously. "Oh, it's nothing, really," her friend said, "it's just that the regulatory authorities are concerned that we might treat a patient against her will. If you, as her guardian will sign these forms we won't have to concern ourselves with legalities again." Sharon signed the papers but she was becoming very concerned. Too much was happening too fast. She pushed the forms back across the desk and said she would like to see her friend. "That's easily arranged," Susan said as she pressed a button on her desk. Across the room a painting slid to one side, revealing a television screen. Susan pressed two more buttons and an image of the corral came on the screen. It didn't take either woman long to pick Joy out of the crowd. "Oh, my God!" Sharon gasped. "Don't be alarmed! Just think about the last big fight you had with her. This is the corral, a place where the girls get some much needed exercise. By the way, you can expect to see your friend about 20 pounds lighter by the time we release her. Weight loss is part of the plan and she certainly needs it." Just then a nurse gave Joy two more strokes with her cane. Even though there was no sound it was easy to see the girl's head arch back in pain. In response to Sharon's reaction, Susan picked up the phone and dialled the corral. She spoke in soft tones for a few seconds and then hung up the receiver. Sharon looked at her expectedly. "Oh, don't feel so sorry for her. She is just getting what she deserves." Sharon began to protest but Susan cut her off. "It may interest you to know that your friend has already assaulted two nurses and tried to escape. She is getting her just reward, I assure you." "But these methods, they seem so harsh!" Susan got up from her desk, strolled over to the conversation area and sat down. Her skirt rode high enough to show a garter clasp and the top of a stocking. Sharon's eyes were drawn to the sight out of curiosity. "Don't judge the recipe before you taste the broth", Susan said idly as she re-fastened her garter tab. "You'll like what you get back. I promise." She noticed Sharon staring at her garter. "I'll bet you wear tights, don't you?" Sharon nodded dumbly, "Well, there will soon be stockings in your house again. Our graduates are trained to wear nothing else." "But why?" Sharon asked, immediately feeling stupid for playing into Susan's hands. "Because tights slide down when the girl is wearing plastic panties. Really, a suspender belt and stockings are the only solution." She gave Sharon a sly look, enjoying the puzzled look on her friend's face. Before Sharon could reply Susan cut in again. "I've said too much already. I wouldn't want to ruin your surprise." She rose and opened the private door. "Call me in a couple of days. I'll let you know how she is coming along." Sharon was stunned. She got up and left, dazzled by what she had seen and heard. Joy had long passed the point where she thought she could go no further. All that made her feet keep moving was the threat of another stroke of the cane on her bruised thighs and breasts. The intruder's presence was duller now. She had almost become accustomed to the pain. What troubled her the most was the fact that she seemed to dribble pee without control. Her nappies grew heavier by the moment and she was terrified at the thought that she was actually dependent on them to contain her water. Round and round went the wheel. The smell of stale female sweat and foul urine hung in the air. The room was unbearably hot and if it were not for the steady stream of water flowing into her mouth Joy suspected she would have long since suffered heat prostration. Suddenly a whistle blew and the wheel stopped. Several girls slumped over their spokes, too exhausted to care if they were caned or not. Assuming that a new girl was being added, Joy just leaned against the rail, felt more pee escape into her nappy and enjoyed the rest while she could. Suddenly she realised that the girls were being released. Sure enough, she watched as the girl in front of her was released from the bar. Her right hand was then locked to the left hand of the girl in front of her and then it was Joy's turn. As soon as her cuffs were free her right hand was locked to the left hand of the girl in front of her and her left hand was pulled behind her to be attached to the right hand of the girl behind her. Thus, the girls formed a human chain. When all the girls had been thus tethered they were led out of the room and into the dark cool corridor. Just the change in temperature made Joy feel better. The hall echoed with the occasional command from a guard or the crack of a cane meeting young female flesh. Finally the line came to a halt and Joy sensed that something was being done to each girl at the head of the line. Slowly the line moved forward and the closer Joy got the more muffled whimpers and groans she heard. Whatever was happening to the girls ahead of her they didn't like it and she doubted she would find it any more pleasant. Finally it was her turn. She suddenly realised it wasn't a room that the girl in front of her disappeared into but a special hole in the wall. The nurses released her cuff from the girl behind her and then joined both her wrists before hooking them to a chain belt that ran along the ceiling. Suspended by her wrists, the girl was dragged off, moaning her pain into the rubber gag. Before she knew what was happening Joy's wrist cuffs had been joined together and suddenly she was being hoisted into the air. It was painful to take her weight on her wrists and shoulders but she had already suffered worse. The chain carried her through a curtain to another room. Here a pair of nurses went down the line, stripping the girls of their shoes, ankle chains, waterproof panties and nappies. When it came to be Joy's turn they let her soaked nappies fall to the floor with a thud and then yanked the intruder out of her rear so quickly that she didn't have time to scream from the pain. She passed through another curtain, a plastic one, and found herself in a room where two nurses in rain suits used high-pressure hoses to spray her with soap and then clear water. The needle-like spray hurt her tender skin but Joy was still celebrating the departure of the intruder and so wasn't in the mood to complain. She passed though a pair of car-wash style dryers and then another curtain. Suddenly there was a long narrow bench in front of her. She faced it lengthways and so was in perfect position to be placed on the thick nappies that had been spread along its length. The belt lowered and she touched down on the waiting pads. They felt warm and dry after her ordeal. A nurse on either side pulled the nappies into position and pinned them using a staple gun. Then the belt hoisted her again and she passed through another curtain into a room where nurses fitted heavy rubber pants that had locking waist and thigh bands. Joy watched in fascination as the cool rubber garment was drawn up her legs and into position over her thick nappies before she was carried on to the next station. Here a poncho-like garment was fitted over her head. It had two panels that ran down either side of her torso to be joined by straps that ran along her ribs. As her straps were being tightened enough to compress her breasts painfully, Joy saw the nurses working on the girl ahead of her. There was a long narrow piece of material hanging down from the front panel. The nurse slipped a clear plastic sleeve over this band and then pulled it up between the patient's legs, fastening it to the buckles attached to the rear panel. Joy could see how the band was pulled very tight. She didn't look forward to receiving the same treatment. The chain jerked forward and soon Joy was being fitted with her own restraint vest. She dreaded the crotch piece and when the nurse cinched it tight Joy knew her worst fears had been realised. Even with no weight on her feet the band seemed to be cruelly tight, pressing the thick padding of her nappies up between her legs, against her most sensitive places. At the next station the chain lowered her to the floor. Her wrists were released from the suspension cuffs but only to be fastened fore and aft to the girl in front of her and the girl behind her, as before. For the next few minutes there was nothing to do but wait for the rest of the girls to be processed through the cleaning station and attached to the new human chain. Finally she heard a nurse give a sharp command and 24 pairs of bare feet took a step forward. The sounds in the corridors where softer now. The rubber soles of the nurses' shoes were almost silent and the bare feet of the girls made only a gentle slapping sound. Although her nappies were very thick and very tight, the absence of the anal intruder helped restore her spirits a little. She began to wonder where they were going, but soon the smell of a cafeteria told her all she needed to know. But what a cafeteria! Joy gawked in amazement at the rows of adult-sized high chairs, each fitted with its own tray and many leather straps and cuffs to hold the occupant secure. As the line of girls moved into the room the nurses detached the girl at the head of the line, pushed her roughly into the first empty chair and held her right arm up and her left arm in her lap as the tray was rotated over the back of the chair and locked into position, trapping in its embrace each girl's left arm. Ankles were quickly captured inside the cuffs provided and then each girl's rubber gag was released and left to dangle around her neck. It was the closest thing to freedom and comfort that Joy had felt since they had taken her from Susan's office. As she waited for all the girls to be accommodated she realised how tired and sore she was and how defeated she felt. As Joy waited for her meal, Sharon was just finishing hers, having read the materials Susan had given her while she ate. It all seemed so absurd. Susan wanted to make Joy wear nappies! nappies! Damn it, she had suffered a whole year getting the girl toilet trained and now she was going to need cloth nappies, disposable nappies and plastic panties all over again. She considered picking up the phone and ordering Susan to stop Joy's treatment right now. It was just too bizarre, too unbelievable. Then she considered her deep respect for her friend and the confidence with which she had predicted an improvement in Joy's behaviour. After thinking about all the worry and concern the girl had caused over the past few months, Sharon decided to let Susan have a free hand. Nobody got hurt by being made to wear nappies - maybe it would do the girl some good. She put the plates in the dishwasher and walked distractedly up the stairs toward her friend's room. Standing in the door with the list of supplies Susan had promised to send, she tried to picture how the room would look with the hospital bed installed. It would fit, she decided, but at least one bookcase would have to go. She went to the bookcase to measure it but immediately she caught a glimpse of something stuffed behind it. It was a brown paper bag and when Sharon looked inside she saw two used home pregnancy kits and a written pregnancy report citing negative results. At first she was enraged but that soon gave way to curiosity. If Joy was sexually active what other trouble had she got herself into? She cased the room and in fifteen minutes had found two secret caches of alcohol and a small plastic bag of hashish. Furious with rage and wracked with worry she dispensed with her reservations about Susan's course of treatment. She needed to take control of her friend and Susan was going to provide the means to do it. Joy didn't need to be told that talking was forbidden. The looming silence of the dining room was broken only by the sound of plastic spoons scraping tasteless mush from plastic plates. She wasn't hungry but she ate what they gave her because she knew that she would be hungry sooner or later and she didn't think this place provided room service. When just about everyone was finished two of the girls were released from their chairs so they could collect the plates and spoons. Then the girls were released one-by-one, linked together and then marched out into the corridors again. As she shuffled along Joy's belly felt swollen. Him dinner was sitting in her tummy like a pile of wet newspaper. She was strangely thirsty and suddenly very tired. She wasn't surprised when she noticed they were being led into a dormitory. As each girl was detached from the human chain two nurses led her to a simple cot whose mattress was covered only by a white plastic mattress cover. The stains on the white vinyl and the residual smell in the air made Joy feel sick but she dared not open her mouth unless she wanted it stuffed full of feeding gag again. Each girl was made to lie face down on the mattress. Then the nurses attached straps to her restraint poncho, holding her firmly in one place. Her legs were spread and her ankle cuffs attached to two more straps, forcing them wide apart to prevent masturbation. Finally, her hands were pulled up toward the head of the bed and tied there with more straps. Just before the nurses stepped away they shoved the girl's feeding gag back into place and fastened it snugly. A few minutes later it was Joy's turn. She gave no resistance as the nurses led her toward a cot. She didn't even whimper when they threw her down onto the mattress and began to strap her down. But when the rubber gag was introduced to her mouth she could not stifle a whimper of dismay and disappointment. "Is this the new one?" she heard one nurse ask the other. "It's her all right. Have you read her chart? The boss has a special interest in her." "Special treatment?" "Yeah, but not the kind she's going to like." As she spoke these last words the nurse ran her hand over the taunt rubber panty that covered Joy's bottom. It was more of an appreciative caress and it drove the girl mad with fear and curiosity. Had she attracted their attention with her whimper or had Susan already decided her fate? Joy tested her bonds a little while the nurses worked on the next bed and while her mind came to dwell on her partners's friend. Tricked! The bitch had tricked her and it was a pretty sure bet that her partner had been in on the deal! The more she thought of how sore, uncomfortable and miserable she was the more she wanted revenge on the two women who had put her in such circumstances. But revenge took energy and Joy was very low on that. She felt very sleepy despite her full tummy and parched throat. Suddenly there was a nurse beside her bed, fitting a tube to her gag. She kept silent but heard another girl whimper loudly, then another, then a chorus of muffled protests. "Oh, shut up!" yelled a nurse. "You're getting off easy tonight, ladies, only two litres each, so keep it down or there'll be extra time at the corral for the lot of you!" Soon Joy's mouth was full of sweet-tasting water. It was hard to swallow while facing down and she kept coughing but she had no choice, the rubber bulb in her mouth kept filling with water. She wasn't thirsty any more she was almost drowning. As soon as it had begun the flow of water stopped. The room became very quiet except for the occasional creak of a mattress, crackle of rubber or muffled whimper. Joy drifted into a drugged sleep. Somewhere in the middle of the night, in the darkness of that strange room, Joy awoke when someone began to release the buckles that held her crotch band so tight. She grunted into the rubber plug in her mouth and tried to turn her head to look but another set of hands came out of the darkness to latch onto her feeding gag harness, holding her head so she could see only the mattress. Suddenly Joy felt a woman's hand penetrate the waist of her rubber pants just above her tailbone. She felt herself grow rigid at this violation but she was strapped down, helpless to prevent the intrusion. Inch by inch, the hand made its way down the cleft of her buttocks, brushing the nappies now damp from perspiration, until it found her rosebud. After a little fumbling she felt the nimble fingers push something inside her. Then again and again. Now trembling with fear, Joy's mind's eye followed the hand's exit from her nappy. The hands holding her head harness disappeared as quickly as they had arrived. She could barely make out the almost silent steps as the visitors disappeared into the darkened ward. Joy trembled in fear. They had done something to her but what? She searched every nerve ending, every sensation for a clue but all she discovered was that she had wet herself since drifting off to sleep. It distressed her greatly even though the rational side of her mind guessed that the girls were put into nappies for a reason - to use them. She began to drift off to sleep again. At first the burning deep inside her bottom seemed so mild as to be ignored. But its flames kept increasing in intensity. It woke Joy from a deep sleep in time to scream her first wail of distress into the unyielding rubber gag that seemed to stifle her very being. The first spasm warned her of what was to come. As if tied in the path of a hurricane she had no choice but to weather it best she could. Spasm after spasm passed through her body, forcing her to pull at her restraints and moan as loudly as she could. Soon she felt that her only reason for living was to expel that fiery storm into her nappy, to have it out of her body. Sweat dripped down her cheeks from the spasms and she was tortured by being held immobile.