Chapter 3
When the female agent had given a number of slaps directly on your nipples, a
male voice said "The police are here." The whipping stopped and the female
ordered the ties undone and when they had finished that, the males pulled you
upright on the table. The female agent gave you your blouse and skirt, but not
your bra or panties. "Here put these on while they escort you to jail."
"Don't I get to have my bra or panties back?" You inquired between continuing
sniffles.
"In jail they'll take your clothing anyway, so you won't need them, and I kind
of like the panties and the bra myself!" She said looking right into your eyes.
When you had dressed they grabbed your hands and cuffed them behind you again,
then led you around the partition to the waiting police officers.
One of the male agents pushed you toward two huge burly officers. You stumbled
forward without shoes, asking "May I have my shoes and socks back?"
The female officer replied, "Sure we have them right here." She passed the shoes
with socks stuffed inside to the officer and he took them, looking at you and
said, "We have to hurry, so walk barefoot while I carry your shoes."
You had no choice but to follow the first officer while the second followed you.
They took you through many hallways and one thing you noticed was the lack of
people. The place was deserted. They made you walk downstairs and finally a door
opened and you went into the dark night. The lack of lighting surprised you and
they shoved you into the back of a large pure white suburban like vehicle.
One office got in next to you and the other went around front and got into the
driver seat.
The vehicle took off. Then afer going through some sort of airport security
gate, they turned onto a highway, and picked up speed.
The officer next to you broke the silence by asking, "Did you really think you
could get away with smuggling drugs into this country?" He looked at you from
your head to for knees.
You stated that there must have been some sort of mistake and it will get worked
out. "I have never used any drugs and am the vice president of a large business
that will have great attorneys to prove it." Your tone was very bitter and you
shunned the officer.
He asked, "What is your age Lady?" Then he turned in his seat to face you.
You torted back, "My age is none of your concern, and I intend to file a report
about my treatment under those agents back at the airport!"
He looked at you and said, "Lady, get one thing straight, I ask questions and
expect answers, not some snobbish comments from some big titted drug dealer!"
Then his hand settled on your thigh just below your skirt. "I don't intend to
ask you a second time for the answer to my question." His fingers gripped your
thigh and squeezed making you nervous at what this meant.
"My age is 38, why do you need to know that?" You timidly answered.
"Don't move, and I remind you that you would be wise to answer questions." He
said as he looked into your eyes.
The policeman began moving his hand up farther on your thigh until it was under
your skirt and then you felt it touch your pubes. This made you try closing your
legs but he spoke right away, "Keep your legs wide apart, and I won't hurt you."
"If your try to close them you'll be hurt."
The entire ride you felt his hand massaging your labia, but not penetrating
them. Every bump seemed to exacerbate the feeling of total control.
When the vehicle pulled up to a large wire gate between to concrete walls, the
driver opened his window and the uniformed person waved the vehicle through.
Once inside the vehicle stopped and the officer next to you got out. He came
around to your door and opened it motioning you to step out. The cool night air
went up under your skirt and you felt it between your legs, and wisping into the
blouse.
They made you walk ahead of them, across cold concrete to a set of stairs, and
up those into a building. Once you stepped inside you saw a very bright room
with three desks occupying half the space, a counter separated you from those
desks. A man behind the counter seemed to expect you, and motioned around the
counter to a hard dark wooden chair on the end of a desk.
When you had seated yourself one of the officers came and sat at that desk. They
went through the mundane questions of your identity, all the time, between ten
and twelve officers passed in and out of the office and looked at you. After
filling out multiple forms the officer stood and told you to do the same.
He took you by the elbow and walked you toward a door. The door was a solid
white one with a small window about head height. The policeman pressed a button
next to the door and it opened. You were pushed inside that door into a short
hallway, and it appeared to be an intermediate space between two rooms, and as
if by some predetermined signal another door opened and the officer pushed you
alone through that also. The door closed behind you. This space was about ten
feet long, the floor covered by grating like a drain. There are bars on one side
keeping you from being able to touch one whole wall. The bars run horizontal and
vertical, ceiling to floor. The wall beyond the bars is mirrored and you are
almost sure that it is a two-way type as your reflection is dulled. The wall
nearest you is made of metal.
From a loudspeaker a voice says, "Extend your wrists through a slot in the wall
and your hands will be uncuffed."
You see a slot open up not far from you and you walk up to it and back against
the slot, pushing your wrists through it. You immediately feel hands grasp yours
and the handcuffs fall freely away. The slot closes and you step away from it.
The voice in the loudspeaker says, "Remove all clothing, and place it in the box
and shut the box!"
You balk at having to disrobe again but having been treated this badly before it
is something you halfway expected. You slide the blouse off and skirt and place
them in the box which opened like a drawer. Then pushed the drawer closed.
The loudspeaker squawked again, "You will be showering, so scrub yourself
everywhere very good." "When we think you have scrubbed under your arms,
breasts, crotch to our satisfaction we will turn off the water." "A heat lamp
will come on help to dry you." "Then use your hands to rub your body until you
are dry."
Almost immediately water began to drop from the ceiling and you received an
instant shower, and the water was frigid. It made you want to scream, and when
it got into your hair, your head went numb, as did your whole body! You shivered
and scrubbed yourself hard to accomplish two things. It would bring warmth and
comply with their orders. There was no escape from the water and you hated to
have to touch your breasts and pubic area when you knew you were being watched.
Your hair matted itself against your face, and you felt so open at having to
bend over to scrub your legs. When you had scrubbed everywhere you though the
water would turn off but it kept coming and you had to continue to scrub just to
stay warm.
When the water did stop, down from the very high ceiling came two large round
lamps. They were very warm and probably could cook you if left on too long. You
felt the warmth they gave off and remembered to rub yourself until dry. Your
situation was pretty controlled, if you didn't comply who knew what they would
do to you and yet to have to touch yourself all over in front of that mirror was
very demeaning. Still you took the opportunity to warm yourself up and shook
your hair out to dry it. Drying took a long time and made you wonder how many
people were watching.
The lamps went off and the door opened, the loudspeaker came on and a voice
said, "Advance through the door, walk to one of the open cells and close the
door behind you."
You noticed that it never mentioned clothing. You walked forward through the
door and saw what they referred to as cells, cages more or less. The cells they
spoke of were on one side and had heavy thick bars from floor to ceiling on the
front and between each cell. There were some occupied by women as naked as you.
The left side of the area had doors with tiny windows about chest height. You
walked until you got to a cage that had the door open, and went inside, closing
it behind you. Inside was a bunk bed with only metal surfaces on top and bottom,
no mattress. In the corner was a commode and next to it was a sink. Unlike jails
you had heard of this one was immaculate. The other women were about your same
age except for one who seemed to be more a teen than a woman. More observation
of the entire area showed cameras in front of every cage looking in at you.
You spoke to the slender blond woman in the next cage, "What happens here, have
you been here long?"
The only response she gave you was to turn over on her mattress. You looked
beyond her to another woman older than you and inquired of her the same question
but she brought her finger up to her lips and gave the silence signal. You
understood and laid down on the hard metal surface and tried to figure out what
could happen next.
While you were thinking, the door opened and in walked a uniform official with a
mattress rolled up under his arm. He yelled, "Up, everybody." Which caused every
woman in the place to come to the front of their cage and stand tall and
straight. You stood like them and noticed when he got to your cage, he opened up
a portion of the bars in front and pushed the roll through. He also put some
papers in the floor inside your cage and said simply, "Better read the rules."
Being naked in front of him was intimidating but the other women stood stock
still and you figured they knew best. He extended his hand through the bars and
touched you on the breast, feeling it, testing it and then the other. Then he
turned and left.
When he exited the other women returned to their bunks and laid down. You
unrolled your mattress and laid it out flat, then took the paperwork and read
it. The papers were titled, House Rules and Regulations. In other words they
were many pages of rules of the jail. You scanned through them and here is a
sampling of what they said.
