Once again I was on my way to the Horizon school fitted in a straight jacket and riding in the back of a van. Three men had come to retrieve me from my home. My Uncle could no longer take my behavior. I was led to the floor above the one I had been on before. And when we entered the ward I was taken once again to a shower room.

The men striped me and this time placed me over a padded bar with my hands attached to the wall in front of me so that my body was bent at the waist. There they scrubbed my skin with the special soap that would take away all my pubic and under arm hair. My legs were wide apart and attached to restraints in the floor. They worked methodically on me to get me clean.

When the water stopped flowing over my body I heard the snap of gloves being put on. I remembered the last search they had done to me. I felt fingers at my vaginal opening and they were plunged deep into me.

"Oh you ..you bastard." I screamed as his fingers searched my innards. He pulled his hand out and I then felt something hard at my back hole. He pushed it into me and then another.

"God what are you doing?" I screamed as I felt something start to burn my hole back there.

"Just soap to clean you out." He said in a smug way.

I was soon feeling the effects of the soap and it burned and made me want to go. I tried to hold it but couldn't and I pleaded for them to let me go to the bathroom. Soon I just couldn't hold in any longer and I relaxed and my body gave up it's contents. The junk splattered on the floor behind me where the men was washing it away down the drain.

"Oh god this is so gross." I said as I grunted more and soon the urge was gone. The men squirted more water on me and washed my butt again. I watched behind me as one of the men stood by my side and took each of my ass cheeks in his hands and spread them wide. It hurt a little and I stood on my toes to try and get away from the spreading.

"Oh...what are you doing?" I cried as my hole was now open for some type of invasion.

"Just plugging your little bottom up." One of the men said. I put my head down and felt a finger at my hole and it slid in easily. The man worked his finger in my hole for some time.

"Get it out....damn it." I yelled. The finger was pulled out of me just to be replaced by something bigger and colder. This was pushed in and my hole widened and stretched around it.

"Oweeee...damn it you're hurting me." I screamed. The thing was going deep and then my hole clamped around it. It felt heavy and made me want to bear down . One of the guards released my hands just to put them behind my back and hold them there while my legs were released. One of the guards held me as the other one dried me off. He then brought over a leather belt and placed it around my waist.

"You're not leaving that thing in my butt...no way." I tried to struggle but the man raised my arms up behind my back to apply pain to my shoulders. The man strapped the leather and then pulled something between my butt cheeks that went over the thing in my butt. He came around my front and pulled the leather between my legs and two straps went into the crevice of my thighs. He pulled it up tight.

"Oweeee...god...you son of a b…" Is all I got out and he attached the two strips to the waist belt. The men then let my hands go and I felt the thing that was attached to me. It held the round thing in my butt tight.

"God, get this off of me." I yelled but they just stood back looking at there work. One man came over and told me to raise my arms. As I did he placed a cotton smock over me. It went just down to my waist and no further. I stood there with no hair to hide my private parts as they led me out of the shower room. It was hard to walk with that thing stuck up my hole and I'm sure this is what they wanted. I would never be able to run or even walk fast enough to get away from them.

I was led down the hall to the main room. The set up of this floor was somewhat the same as the last but smaller. I was taken through some doors where the other girls slept. I was placed in bed but this time they took my arms and fastened them to restraints at the head of the bed. I fought the restraints at first but soon found out they would hold me tight. I slept fitfully through the night thinking that I had done it now. I had pushed my limit and I needed to get out of here as soon as I could. I will be good...and go home for my excellent behavior.

In the morning the guards let us go from our beds. There were only six girls in all including me. The other girls were led out and down to the shower room and I was taken to a small room and sat down at a table. There was nothing else in the room except another chair across from me, and a door behind it. I squirmed on the chair because of the plug that was still embedded in my bottom. Soon the door opened and the lady that I had met before walked in and sat down.

"Cindy I'm sorry to see you back here so soon...this is quite a disappointment." She said looking at me.

"Let me lay down some ground rules for you...this is your second trip so you have been placed on this floor...you have lost some of the privileges that you have had before and will stay here twice as long."

My mouth fell open. "Six months....I have to stay here for six months…" I said and tears came to my eyes.

"Well you were the one that went back to your old ways....If you would have learned something the last time you were here you wouldn't be looking at such a long stint. Your uncle is willing to send you back again as well if this doesn't teach you a lesson.....Now on this floor we do not tolerate any foul language...you will be punished daily for your misbehaviors....If you choose to act like a naughty girl you will be treated as such. You will stay on this floor, you have lost the privilege to eat in the dinning hall...At no time will you talk back or be disrespectful....We expect you to act like the young lady that you are. Now do you have any questions ?"

I was mad...no furious at my uncle and this lady I looked at her with wild eyes and said in a very snotty voice.

"And if I go to solitary what do I get, a lolly pop?"

She huffed and sat back in her chair. "That is one thing that I hope you don't want to find out.....Our methods up here are more strict....you best behave..or you will be a sorry little girl." She got up and went out the door across from me.

One of the guards came back and got me and I could hear the girls down the hall in the shower room. I was taken to the main room where there were tables and chairs. On the far wall were some funny looking tables like pews in a church but higher. There were straps hanging off the tables and there were six in all lined up beside each other. On the wall at the head of the tables were mirrors. I could see my reflection in one of them sitting at the table.

One by one the girls came out and sat at the tables awaiting there breakfast. One came and sat down by me. Her hair still wet but she was dressed in the smock as I was.

"Hi I'm Trista." She said and I told her who I was. We talked about where we were from and stuff like that.

". So what's with the dildo ?" I asked looking down at myself.

"It's a control thing." She said as she tried to fluff her wet hair.

"Well how do they think were suppose to go to the bathroom ?"

"You don't...They give us soap sticks every morning in the shower to clean us out....I can't stand them." She said bending over and shaking her hair.

Breakfast was served and the six of us sat at three tables and ate. After that was therapy. We were to talk about our behavior and how we could change it. Two guards stood by at all times. One had a clip board in his hand. While the therapist was talking I leaned over and whispered to Trista.

"What's with the guards ?"

"Shuuush...don't talk.

"Oh this is so fucking stupid. I said a little louder.

The therapist stopped talking and everyone's eyes were on me.

"Cindy would you like to share with us...you seem to not be able to wait your turn.

"Ah...no nothing to say at this time. And I smiled.

"No,I think you should share with us since you disturbed the group.

"I told you I have nothing to fucking say."

The group mumbled a bit and Trista leaned over to me and whispered.

"Hey watch your mouth."

"I don't have to watch my mouth...I can say what ever I want this is a free fucking country and no bastard is going to tell me what I can or cannot say."

Everyone was silent and they were all looking at me. I looked around to the guards standing by and could see one was now writing on the clip board. My face flushed just a bit. I didn't like them staring at me in that way.

"Well go on let's get this god damn session out of the way." I said. They all looked at me for a little longer and then the therapist started to talk again. The subject now turned to using foul language and how it was inappropriate for girls to talk that way.

I slumped down in the chair and acted like I didn't pay attention. When therapy was over the girls played cards or watched TV, I went over and sat on the cold window sill and looked out the grated window. I could see the lawned grounds with no trees and in the distance the fence that surrounded the building. I looked over when I heard one of the girls call another one a bitch. She said that the girl was cheating at cards. The guards watched intently. God I hate it here....Why did I have to act like an ass....I had a good home with someone that loved me and he had no resort but to send me to this place. I thought to myself.

That evening after dinner we were all lined up in our chairs facing the funny padded tables. Three guards were there along with the one with the clip board. I leaned over to the girl beside me and whispered.

"What's going on?"

"We're to get punished for the days misbehaviors."

Just then the guard with the clip board stepped in front of us. He raised the clip board to read it.

"Only four of you are in need of punishment tonight." he said with a smile.

"Christen...You have three behavior infractions and two language infractions."

One of the girls got up and with the guards help she got up and kneeled on one of the pews. One of the guards then brought something to her mouth. It looked like something that football players used to protect there teeth. She mumbled something as the thing was placed in her mouth and I could see in the mirror that it made her cheeks bulge. The guards then bent her over so that her body was now flat to the tables top and her bottom stuck out for us to see the plug in her bottom. They then strapped her body down to the table with wide leather straps. Her legs were then spread and restraints were placed around each ankle that were attached to the floor below her.

One of the guards made her lift her head and he placed something below her chin and then pushed her head down into a small pocket and strapped her head to it. She was now facing the mirror in front of her and I could see her nostrils flair with her panting. The thing in her mouth was bulging out her cheeks and something was oozing from her lips. Tears were streaming down her face as the man with the clip board then read another name.

"Charlet...You have five behavior infractions and no language infractions." He said.

"But I didn't do anything...really…" She said as the guards came to her and helped her out of the chair. She was placed on the table in the same fashion but she didn't get the thing in her mouth.

"So what's with the mouth bit ?" I whispered to the girl next to me.

"That's for bad language....that thing is caked with soap....depending on how many infractions determines the amount of soap that they put on it. When you get your spanking you bite down on it and the soap gushes into your mouth."

I leaned back and sat in my chair....Oh god I was going to get soap in my mouth...that's why every one looked at me so funny. I thought. One more name was called then mine.

"Cindy you have seven behavior infractions and five language infractions." I looked at him shocked. I had gotten more than any of them and I started to plant my feet and sit back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest. The guards came over and I pushed my chair back away from them. I looked around frantically for someplace to run. But there was no where to go. The guards took my upper arms and they overpowered my strength. I was soon kneeling on the pew and two of the guards held me as one brought that mouth piece to my face. I could smell the soap that it was caked in.

"NO...." I said as the thing came closer.

"Don't fight it Cindy or they will give you more Swats." I heard one of the girls yell and then some laughter.

I refused to open my mouth and my hair was pulled and I opened up to yell and the thing was plunged into my mouth. The taste of soap was now all over inside and I tried to keep my tongue away from the thing that went between my bite and bulged out my cheeks. I was then bent over and my head placed in the chin hold. My arms were brought up so that they held onto the tables end and the guards strapped my body tight to the tables top. My legs were parted against my will and the restraints placed on each ankle. I tried to move them and I could but just a inch or so. I looked at myself in the mirror and my saliva had started to flow and it dribbled out of my mouth around the nasty tasting soap.

I then heard a loud CRACK and my body jumped and tears came to my eyes as I knew that someone was getting a spanking. I could hear a loud moan with each crack and it stopped after six. The Crack then resumed and I heard the girl cry out. She must have been the one that didn't get the soap. She cried and screamed with each swat then it stopped. The next girl only had two infraction and she received four swats to her bare bottom. I could see in the mirror the guards standing behind her.

I had seven infractions and I knew that they were going to give me fourteen swats. The guards came up behind me and I could see the large wooden paddle with the holes in it. One guard stood on one side of me with the clip board as the other raised the paddle high up above his head. I squinted as it came down and landed on my soft flesh. Pain shot through me and I bit down hard on the mouth piece. The soap gushed between my teeth and onto my tongue.

SMACK.....SMACK...SMACK...My bottom stung and hurt and I struggled against the restraints and tried to scream but the mouth piece made my screams into loud moans. The soap was now all over my mouth and I was crying as the paddle continued to swat my butt. The thing that was in my hole would shoot pain into me as the paddle would hit it each time making it seem like it was digging deeper into me. I took all fourteen swats and I couldn't see myself in the mirror anymore from the tears that were springing from my eyes.

I continued to mumble into the mouth piece as I laid there and all was quite. I could hear the other girls talking behind us and some were still crying. The soap in my mouth was real gushy and some of it slid down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. God it was gross, and when are they going to let me up. I thought.

I saw the guards walking back and fourth in and out of my view of the mirror. I would mumble to let me go. The guard would look at his watch and then walk on.

"Christen's times up." I heard a man say and I laid there. Oh god they made us stay here for so long before letting us go. I tried to think about how much time went by that I had been placed here compared to her. After a long while another girl was set loose. When my turn came one of the guards came up behind me and looked at me in the mirror. Our eyes meet and I pleaded with him to let me go.

"Cindy you will have to wait another half hour to be released....this will teach you that we don't put up with your non-cooperation." Tears sprang to my eyes again and I tried to struggle against my restraints to get off the table. I sobbed as I laid there waiting for them to release me. The soap still drained down my throat and my bottom continued to sting a bit from the spanking. A half hour seemed long when you were the brunt of the girls looks. They congregated behind me to stare and say things about my butt.

"Boy she sure is red...she's going to have a hard time sitting for hours." They would laugh and snicker. My face flushed and I continued to cry. After way to long the guards shushed away the others and started to release my restraints. They took the thing out of my mouth that now hardly had any soap on it at all. My cheeks still bulged with the remaining soap in my mouth. Trista told me to fallow her as I stood there not knowing what to do next.

I rubbed my bottom as I followed her and the girls laughed at me. Trista took me to the restroom off of our sleeping quarters. I turned on the water and started to bring it to my mouth.

"NOOO...don't do that....take your finger and get as much of the soap out before rinsing." She said.

I took my finger and went between my teeth and cheeks pulling globs of the soap out and letting it fall into the basin. I looked at it in discussed as I continued to rid my mouth of the nasty tasting stuff.

"God I'll never get this shit out of my mouth." I said to her leaning over the sink.

"Shush." She said.

When I thought I got most of it. I swished with water and lather bubbled out of my mouth. I kept trying to get the soap out but there was so much that was between my teeth. soon my smock was wet and I it took a long time for me to rinse my mouth until the lather wouldn't form. I could still taste the soap and fingered that it would never go away.

We walked out back to the main room and the girls didn't say anymore to me. I stood at the window, it was to painful to sit. I could see the other girls red bottoms that got spanked. One stood playing cards instead of sitting down. They looked like this was life as normal. Trista came up to me and we talked for a while.

"See that girl over there....Kimberly?"

I nodded. " She is the worst one here....one mean little girl...you need to stay away from her...she will get you a ticket to solitary.....She's been there three times since I came. See her plug?....See how big it is?...Well each time you go to solitary they make you wear a bigger plug when you get out. Soon her butt will be so stretched she won't ever be able to poop right."

I huffed. "So what does happen in that room?" I asked.

"I have no idea...but they go in and stay and then come out...they usually never go back....girls that go, never talk about it. I'm sure there not suppose to. Kimberly is the only one that I know of that has gone back,ever, and I have been here the longest now, five months."

The next morning we were all led to the shower room and all placed bent over on the padded bar. We were now all lined up for the men to wash us with the special soap. They then released our hands so that we could wash our hair with our legs still spread and attached to the floor.

"Ok girls....poopy time." One of the men said and the girls grunted and bent back over the bar to have there hands reconnected to the wall. The men came behind us and shoved a piece of soap into your holes and then sat back and watched as six girls squirmed under the stinging pain to release there contents. The room filled with a foul odor and I could hear and feel the water rush behind me to clean up the mess I had made. Our plugs were reinserted and we were dried off and released to go to the main room.

About three weeks into my stay Kimberly came and sat with us while we had some down time, meaning we weren't in therapy or anything. There were four of us in all sitting at the table. The two others were playing checkers. Kimberly tried to get into the conversation but for the most part we tried to ignore her. We all knew she was bad news.

"I know what happens to you if you come back a third time to this school." Kimberly said.

"Oh ya and how do you know that?" Trista asked.

"Head lady took me up there to show me what I was in for if I kept up my bad behavior." Kim said.

"So what do they do to you?" I asked, she had our full attention.

"Well they make you where the plugs like down here but they are inflatable, they also put a tube in your pee hole so that you can't go pee on your own. They also putt things on your tits with chains and you walk around naked."

We all just stared at her and she looked up at us and smiled enjoying the attention.

"For punishment they fill your tummy with a large enema and you have to hold it for a long time while you lay on a table with your legs spread in stirrups for every one to see your pussy that is filled with a cream that makes you itch."

I grunted...and shook my head.

"What you don't believe me?"

"No...I don't, your just saying that...I don't think you know anything." I said to her.

"Are you calling me a liar...you bitch?"

"Yes I am...you're a god damn liar." I looked at her.

I could see out of the corner of my eye that the guard with the clip board was writing down our infractions.

"Cindy ...calm down." Trista said.

"NO I'm not going to calm down...This bitch struts around here and tells lies and try's to be so high and mighty."

"Well you little…" Kimberly said right before she reached up and grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled it. We both fell to the floor and were in a cat fight. The guards were on us at once and soon had us apart. They were taking each of us down the hall.

"Damn it let me go...I didn't start it." I fought the guards grip on my body but he held me tight and was throwing me around like a rag doll down the hall. Leading me closer and closer to the room. I could see two guards on Kimberly leading her out of the ward through the end door.

"NOOOOO…" I screamed as one of the guards opened the door to the solitary room. I tried to kick out and I planted one of my feet on the door frame.

"Damn it...it wasn't my fault." I screamed as tears came to my eyes. The two guards finally got me into the room and the door closed with a loud thud behind us. The room was fairly small with a big upright padded table that had straps hanging all over it. It had holes in it. one at the top two to each side and a big one in the middle. I struggled with the guards as they led me fighting to the table.

"Nooo....please I didn't do anything." I cried as I planted my feet to the floor and they slid on the tile. The guards took each of my arms and placed them to the small holes on each side up by the top. They then pushed my body up against the padding shoving my arms through the holes. My face was looking through the hole at the top. A long mirror showed my arms and face sticking through the holes.

A large strap came across my back and held me to the table. I saw that my belly was at the big hole down below me. I felt something going up the side of me and tugging at my smock.

"Oh what are you doing?" I protested. I then felt the smock being pulled from me and out from under me. My belly now was in my view.

"Damn it what....stop…"

Another strap was hanging in my view it was connected in the middle of the tables bottom and two straps hung down. One of the guards came in front of me and took the straps and brought them over my arms and hugged the table, his face next to mine. The guard behind me took the straps and pulled them tight. This made my arms be restrained tight to the tables bottom. The strap was then brought over my back and tightened.

"Oh...Oh god…" I said as this made my face stick farther into the hole that was made for it. A strap was then placed behind my head and when it was pulled tight my face was now sticking out the other side of the tables bottom. My arms hung secured to the tables bottom as the men parted my legs wide and started to strap them down as well. One strap over my thigh one above my knee and one below it. One was placed around the back of my ankles.

I screamed for them to stop, and told them it wasn't my fault. I cried and pleaded as I was secured. looking at myself in the mirror. I could see my belly heave with my sobs. Right next to the mirror was a door that I could barley see. It opened and that woman came in and stood in front of me.

"Let me out of here....I didn't do anything, it was all Kim's fault."

"Well Cindy the way we see it here at the Horizon school it takes two to fight....now we don't think fighting is a lady like thing to do, so we punish those who engage in it."

I started to talk in a cry. "But...but it wasn't my fault...she started it."

"I think a few days in solitary should make you understand that you must take responsibility for your actions." She said moving away from my view.

"Start her off with four and increase it daily by a half." She said . She then came back into my view.

"Here comes your lolly pop Cindy." She said before she opened the door and went out.

"Fuck you ....you bitch." I yelled before the door closed. The table then started to move. It was moving down so that I was soon facing the floor. My toes hung over the tables bottom. I moaned as the table moved wondering what they were going to do to me. I was sure I was going to get the calming enema. When the table was horizontal. My legs started to move down so that my body was bending at the waist. It pulled on my arms that were tight in the holes.

"Oh god." I started to sob as my legs were now vertical to my body like on the spanking table but not kneeling. I tried to move but my body was tight to the table and my bottom was now spread open for what the men had in store for me. I whimpered and sobbed as I heard the men move behind me.

Something touched the plug in my butt and it was taken out. I then felt cool stuff being squirted onto my hole back there and a gloved finger then pushed into me twisting and turning.

"UGHHH...oh god....don't." I cried as the man lubed my hole. His fingers then pulled down on me hard and I screamed out as he stretched me open. I felt something go in above his finger and his finger pull out at the same time. My hole was now filled with some type of tube. I heard some hissing sounds and a fullness up inside me.

"Ohhhh...what is that....ohhheee." I said as the fullness continued and I felt my hole stretch from inside.

"Oweeee....it hurts." I cried. and the hissing stopped. then started again as I felt something inflate between my butt cheeks. This pulled on the thing inside me and I felt like I was going to rip.

"Oweee.....stop please...no more." I said to the floor as I looked down.

"She looks like she has balls hanging from her." I heard one man say and they laughed. I sobbed as I laid there. Oh god what did I do....I thought.

"Here comes your soapy." One of the men said and I felt a gush of hot water enter me through the thing in my bottom. The flow was fast and soon my tummy cramped and I cried out that I couldn't take anymore but the water continued to flow. Tears dripped from my face to the floor as my belly twisted and turned. I grunted to push the irritating water out but the thing in me wouldn't let me. It almost hurt to bear down. It didn't take long before the water stopped and The table started to move. My legs moved up so that I was flat again and I could feel my belly bulging through the hole. When my legs now locked in place the table started to rise so that I could see myself in the mirror again.

"Oohhhbbbuuulllmmm." I sobbed as I saw my belly was now protruding out from the bottom of the table as my body raised to a vertical position. I was now standing looking at myself in the mirror.

"Do you need to empty your bladder Cindy?" One of the men said behind me.

"Go...tooo hellll." I said.

"Ok then well see you in about six hours."

"No wait.....don't leave me, don't leave we like this." I cried. But I heard the loud clank of the door behind me.

"AHHHHHHH....NO....COMEEEE...BAKEEEEE…" I screamed and screamed for them to come back and take me out of here. My belly hurt and wanted release and it cramped real bad. I tried to calm down just to be hit with another cramp and I would start to cry then sob then yell for someone to let me go"

I would get my composer back and look at myself standing there with my belly hanging out and my tear stained face. "Oh god....oh god....PLEASE SOME ONE COME PLEASE." But I was alone. I was sure that the people couldn't hear my cries as I couldn't here them. I stood there for hours sobbing and crying and would doze then wake up to cry some more.

So this is my fate for the next few days is to be left alone with a belly full of soapy water in solitary. I hated to left alone. The last time it was the worst part of the punishment. The spankings and soothing enemas had only been part of it. It was the solitude that got to me. Being left alone with just my own thoughts and voice. I would fall into a fitful sleep then jump awake to either my own groans or the cramping in my belly. I would start to sob again wondering how long I had been standing here.

After hours or days went by I didn't know witch. I heard the door open then close. I jerked awake to hear some movement in the room.

"Hey....please release me....get me out of here." I cried and my tears started to run again. I could hear someone working behind me but didn't say anything.

"Damn it talk to me....please....let me out."

A man came into my view carrying a big bag filled with white fluid. I watched him as he hung the bag way over his head on a hook beside the mirror on the door frame. The bag looked as if it held a gallon . When he turned to me he had a tube in his hand. I pleaded with my eyes.

"Please...oh please ...let me out."

"Here suck on this." He shoved the tube into my mouth then taped it across my face so that now I couldn't talk. I saw him unclasp the tubing and some of the milky white stuff started to drain into my mouth. I sucked on it because I was so thirsty. It would continue to drain even when I didn't suck on it. I felt the thing in my bottom being manipulated and soon my belly started to feel better and deflate. I tried to talk but couldn't with the stuff dripping into my mouth. It tasted like a milk shake but when I felt I had had enough it still continued to drain into me.

My tummy felt better and I could see in the mirror that it was growing smaller There going to let me out of here as soon as my belly drains. I thought but that was not to be. I shifted my eyes to look at the bag and it was only a quarter gone. My stomach started to feel full with the heavy liquid that I was drinking and I mumbled that I was done. I was panting through my nose when something was placed between my legs and between my pubic area and the table.

"You can urinate now." The man said. I mumbled something but soon let my pee go and I could hear it flow into some type of container. When I was done the thing was taken from me. Just then the table started to move and I was soon horizontal again with my body being bent at the waist. The stuff still flowed into my mouth and it was hard to swallow in this position.

"Here comes your soapy." I heard the man say and my eyes grew wide and I tried to fight against the restraints as hot water gushed back into my gut again. I was soon full with new soapy hot water and the table was again moved into a standing position. Tears streamed down my eyes as I saw my belly was just as full as before. I heard the door open then close with a loud THUD and I was again alone. This time I could see the tube running to my mouth and it was taped shut.

I cried and tried to scream but I just stood there all alone taking my punishment. After a while the stuff stopped draining into my mouth and I tried to spit out the tube but couldn't. The weight of all the fluid I drank along with the enema I held made my tummy bulge from the table even more. I laid there in silence for a long time enduring the painful cramps that racked my body. I would fall asleep then awaken then fall back to sleep. My bladder started to feel real full and this added to my discomfort. Trying to hold my pee while my body wanted release of it's contents.

The next time the man came in he didn't take the tube from my mouth but just hung another huge bag. This time the fluid inside was pink and when it started to drain into my mouth it tasted like strawberry. I was placed bent over again and this time the man told me that I would have to hold four and a half quarts of soapy. The fluid started to flow into me and I tried to cry out. He let me go pee when he had filled my bottom and left the room. The extra amount of fluid made my belly bulge even more from the table and it cramped me even more. It was hard to sleep and I was soon grunting and would wake myself up.

The men would come in release the enema and give me the fluid to drink and fill me up again and leave me with my pain. I found myself humming just to make some noise. I counted the days, I figured that if the men came in every six hours then I should be on day three. The door opened behind me and this time the man took the tube out of my mouth. I felt my belly was being drained as relief came to my worn out body.

"Are you going to let me go?" I asked the man. He didn't answer back. After a few minutes of me pleading for him to take me off the table. The door by the mirror opened and the woman came in and stood in front of me.

"Cindy I hope you have learned your lesson over the last few days?" She said to me looking into my eyes.

"Oh yes...I'm sorry." I said.

"Good....And do you take responsibility for your part in the fight?"

Tears came to my eyes and I don't know why I said what I said but I did.

"But I didn't start it...It was Kimberly." I cried.

"I see." The lady said as she left my view.

"Please let me go....I didn't do anything to deserve this."

"Give her six quarts for the next two days and maybe she will learn." The woman said before she left the room.

"NOOOOOO.....PLEASE.....NOOOOO..." I screamed as the table started to move. This time when the table was raised back up My belly was so huge and tight. I could feel my skin stretch out as the massive fluid hung within me. I was then left alone once again. The next two days were horrible. I would cry almost constantly as my body cramped and hurt. The man would feed massive amounts of fluid through the tube in my mouth and fill my belly with the hot soapy water. After the two days were up the men came in and once again bent me over. This time the thing in my hole was taken out just to be replaced with a bigger longer plug. I knew that I would now have to wear the bigger plug until I left the school.

I was then led to the shower room where my body was scrubbed, The water felt good on my sore body. I was then led out to the main room where everyone was in therapy. I sat silently as the others talked. Kimberly wasn't there and it was rumored that she had been taken upstairs. Good I thought maybe she has tubes and itching cream in her.

After my fourth month at the school I went back to solitary for flinging a chair at one of the grated windows. I spent four days with the soapy in me. When I was let go I had a big plug in my butt and It hurt just to take a step. A few days after my release out of solitary the therapist took me off the ward.

"Cindy...what your about to see is confidential and must not be told to any of the other girls on the floor....I want you to know that next time you misbehave you won't be going to solitary but will be taken up to the third floor."

We got off the elevator and entered through a door. We walked down a hall into the main room just like ours. There were three women in the room and they were completely naked. They had big butt plugs like mine or bigger and walked around funny. There butts were red from a recent spanking and they had a funny tube hanging from between there legs. Chains where attached to each of there nipples and to something between there legs. The therapist and I stood and watched the girls getting ready to sit down to eat. One of them was Kim and she glared at me. I could see against the far wall was tables like the one in our solitary room. With the holes for the girls faces, arms, and bellies. That's where they get there daily punishments I thought.

"They have lost the privilege to have control of there own body. The guards have control as to when they relieve their bodily functions." The therapist said. When the girls were sitting the therapist took me back down the hall and then opened a door on the right. I stopped as I thought that it was a solitary room.

"Come on I want you to see something."

It was a short hall that ended and turned into another hall. When I turned the corner the therapist stood by a window. I slowly looked into the window and gasped. There in a strange looking chair sat a young girl. Her legs were in wide plastic stirrups and parted way out. Her body was partly sitting so she could see herself in the mirror that we looked through. Her body was covered with sweat and you could hear her moan and grunt through a small speaker on the wall.

Her privates were wide open to us and I could see the tube that hung from her pee hole and one big tube that hung from her anus. It had a big balloon that covered her hole. Something big and metal was protruding from her vagina. The worst part of it to see though was her very distended belly. She almost looked like she was pregnant with twins or triplets. Her breast had something clamped to them with a chain that connected the two. In the middle of that chain was another that was pulled very tight over the girls belly and connected to her little nub between her vaginal lips. Her clit was stretched up to the bottom of her protruding belly and her tits were pulled down to the top.

We looked at her for a long time and I would see her body jerked and her eyes would pop open and tears would escape them. She had something in her mouth with tubing that went to an empty bag that hung over her head. I would turn my head not to see her but the therapist would make me look.

"Watch and learn Cindy....You see the punishments don't get any better...you will learn to be a decent young lady...no matter what it takes."

We stood there for a long time watching the young girl endure her punishment. The door behind her opened and two guards walked through. One of them carried a big bag that held milky white fluid. The girls eyes were opened and she was looking around in fear. She couldn't move her head due to a strap that held it tight to the table. The other guard held two huge rubber bags that he placed on a pole and they bulged with fluid.

The table that the girl was on lowered so that her feet now faced us and she was laying back with her head flat. I could see her little toes move over the top of the plastic stirrup that held her feet. One guard sat between the girls legs blocking our view of her. He was now working between her legs doing something. The other guard had placed the feeding bag over the girls head and the clear tubing was now filled with the white stuff draining into her mouth. He was now standing beside the other guard.

The one between her legs lifted a large clear plastic container that was now filled with very yellow urine. He handed the container to the other guard. There was so much urine in that thing. I couldn't believe that someone could hold that much. The only thing I could hear were small cries from the girl and the men working. They seemed to be waiting for something and I was sure they were draining the girls enema. After a long while the one guard reached up and took the tubing from the huge bags. Both bags were connected together with a Y and the end I'm sure was connected to the girls tube that had the balloon. The table started to move slightly back more so now the girls head was way below her bottom. Her feet were now facing the ceiling.

It didn't take long for the two bags to deflate there contents into the girls body. I saw the one guard had a long silver thing to the other and he handed him back one that was caked with something white. The table was lifted back up so that now I could see the girls tear stained face over the guards head that was still between her. He then got up and they both left out of the door behind her. I watched her and I could see her belly move with the cramps. She looked at herself in the mirror for a little while then closed her eyes. I could see the metal thing in her vagina move a bit.

"How much soapy is she holding?"

"That's just not soap....she has also been given glycerin as well....this worsen the cramps....She's up to about seven and a half quarts."

"What's that metal thing?"

"That's a vaginal plug that is has itching cream on it...She will struggle with it for the next few hours until the effects were off....Right now she wants that burning itch out of her....can you see?"

I just grunted a reply. The girls nostrils flared and I could hear her moans and groans. She looked like she was in true misery. We stood and watched for a few minutes more and then the therapist led me off that floor back down stairs.

"I hope you have learned that things can get much worse if you don't start to comply with our rules."

I just nodded my head.

For the rest of my stay I was a model student. The last thing I wanted to do is go to the third floor. The vision of that girl would sometimes wake me at night. When my uncle came to get me I told him how sorry I was to be such a pill. From then on I was a good niece for him and I even graduated from school. The last thing I wanted to do was go back to the horizon school. I knew if I did, I would go to the third floor.