Chapter 6
Your heart pounded when a large man and woman both smiled and raised their
hands.
They replied, "We are," Getting up and walked over to you right away.
The woman took your elbow and made you walk in front of her back into the room.
The heavy man followed. When they had closed the door, the woman and man sat on
the sofa and watched you stand there in front of them. The heavy woman said her
name was Mrs. Jones and her husband was Mrs. Jones said, "Since you are probably
guilty of drugs and trafficking, you need to try and convince us why you should
be found innocent." "You can try and convince us, by doing exactly what we say,
do you understand?"
You nodded, thinking every member of this group was probably going to be saying
the same.
"You can see that we are not in the best of shape, but we like to watch exercise
shows on television however they always wear clothing, and you are perfectly
naked, and we want to see if you can impress us." "You only have to do every
exercise we want and we'll vote to set you free." "However if you can't, then
maybe prison will get you in shape."
You stood still in front of them and waited for whatever it is they wanted. The
woman was very large and flabby, wearing a white blouse with bib denim overalls.
She had fiery red hair, probably dyed, but it could have been a wig too. Her
husband was basically as fat as she and he wore grey slacks and a tan shirt that
almost had buttons popping off at his tummy.
The woman smiled and said, "Mr. Jones has a key for handcuffs, he can unlock
them and make it easier for you to perform exercises." "But you have to promise
us that you'll not try and escape, because the only way out of here is through
the meeting room, and if you try they'll catch you there." "Then we'll tell
them, you need to be charged with escape which is five years!"
Mr. Jones motioned for you to walk close to him and he put his heavy thick hands
on your hips and turned you around with your back to him. He uncuffed your
wrists and pushed you forward away from him.
You felt free once more as you rubbed your wrists and turned to face them. When
you turned you felt naked, and brought one hand up to cover your breasts, and
one hand down to your pubic area. This happened before you realized it and your
eyes darted between the two to see what reaction it would bring.
The fat Mrs. Jones said, "I want you to stretch before you do exercises." "You
can do anything you want for the next five minutes but then we get into the
heavy workout, so stretch well."
You were suddenly faced with how to stretch before a workout. Something you
rarely ever did. How to do so with some modesty while they watched, every move
of every part of your body.
After five minutes the fat Mrs. Jones said, "Ok I want you to jog in place now."
You lifted your feet and slowly ran in place.
"You had better lift those knees higher and swing your arms more!" Mrs. Jones
warned.
The higher you lifted your feet the more your loose breasts flopped up and down.
You almost got off balance from them and you were sure that the fat man enjoyed
watching them.
Minutes went past and Mrs. Jones said, "Lay on your back feet close to us
because we want to watch you do more exercises."
You laid down and then she motioned for you to lift your legs up off the carpet
and widen your feet while they stayed up. Then you could bring them together and
drop them down. This was a perfect way to display your shaven pussy to Mr.
Jones. They made you do many of those until your legs ached badly and you were
glad when she said you could stop.
Next she said you had to do pushups. "You have to do the real thing for twenty
or so and then you can go on your knees." She offered.
Mr. Jones kneeled on the floor, leaned and put his hand on the floor and said,
"You have to put your breast in my hand, wait for me to squeeze and let go, then
you can go up again."
Your first ten pushups were not bad except that he grabbed your heavy flesh when
you laid the breast in his hand and he squeezed hard. A couple times he grabbed
only your nipple and pinched making you squeal. The closer you got to twenty,
the more your back hurt and legs began to fail. Your breasts were both getting
sore from his treatment too. When you finally got to twenty Mrs. Jones said you
could kneel and lean forward to do the rest.
After your pushups Mrs. Jones wanted you to do things as windmill, squats, leg
lifting and of course more running in place. When you were sufficiently sweaty
and breathing hard, they told you that they were done. Mr. Jones told you it was
time for handcuffs again. For an instant you thought of running but there was no
way you wanted to add five years to your possible time, which might even be
dropped if Mr. Morgan came through.
Both of them got up and walked out of the room, pushing you ahead.
When you got back into the trial area another man said it was his turn, he took
you behind the closed door. He was pretty matter of fact. He wanted you to put
your head on the top of the desk, making you bend over at the hips. This
position made your breasts hang down and he played with them for a long time. He
fingered your already sore nipples. This wasn't all he wanted, he also went
around behind you and pulled your pussy lips. He kicked your legs wide and you
practically dropped it into his hands. He penetrated you with multiple fingers,
ensuring you were very wet.
He had not said a word except those when you initially walked into the room. You
wondered what else he would do, preparing for a penetration of some other sort.
But that never came. Instead he picked up your head by the hair and made you
walk around the room while he fondled your breasts. He lifted them by the
nipples and cupping them from underneath, making you feel like they were balls
to juggle.
When he tired of making you walk around, he went toward the door and pushed you
through it.
Back in the room you notice there were others! Your secretary, the President,
and four other people from your company. You tried to cover up immediately but
your body was fully exposed with your hand cuffed behind you.
You could tell they were just as shocked as you.
"Please, tell them this is a mistake," You blurted at the president.
The man who sat at the head of the table told everyone to sit down and shut up,
except you. "We will have order here, and the trial can continue." "For the
benefit of the ones who have just arrived I will repeat her charges." "She has
been charged with transporting illegal drugs into our country." "Evidence of
these drugs was found on her person and within her body person." "That means an
additional charge of illegal drug use." "Is there anyone who wishes to say
anything on her behalf?"
Your president stood and said, "I have never known her to use drugs, and can't
believe that she would carry any on an airplane."
The man at the head of the table said, "Is there anyone else?"
Each one of your employees said things in your defense and even asked why you
were made to be naked while on trial. When the last had said something, the man
at the head of the table said,
"You must leave while we think about the charges and render our verdict."
Everyone filed out of the room except you. You still had to stand naked and on
display.
The man then looked at you and said, "We will all vote on your guilt or
innocence."
Around the table each person spoke their verdict, You were stunned as everyone
except Mr. Morgan, said "Guilty!"
"The man at the head of the table said, there is something you probably don't
know about our prison system." "Prisons are expensive to operate and you are
expected to assist in your keep while here in our country." "We all know that
you have an extremely large financial worth." "You might want to consider
transferring some money here to an account we can set up for you." "Your friends
might also assist in putting money in accounts here." "Why don't you talk to
them about that, or give them power of attorney to handle your assets in
America so that you will survive here?"
Then he turned to the officer and instructed him to allow everyone back inside
so they could hear your sentence.
As the members of your company filed inside, and were seated along the walls,
the man looked directly into your eyes and sneered.
"Members of the panel, we must now address the accused and declare their
innocence or guilt one more time to all those present." "Then we will take turns
stating the sentence." "Look at your manuals for current sentence
recommendations." The senior panel member declared.
You eyes darted from his to your company president, he stared blankly at you.
Your eyes went from his to every member of your company, and each had a
different look in their eyes.
