Chapter 7
The senior member turned and looked to his right and asked, "What decisions have
you reached?"
The man spoke while making direct eye contact with you, "I find the charges
well-supported she is guilty."
The senior member went from each member of the panel and they all agreed on your
guilt as they had done before. Each time they said guilty your heart stopped and
silence filled the room.
Then when every member had spoken their verdict the senior member said to the
audience, "We have found this woman guilty of possession and intent to
distribute illegal drugs." "For these crimes you will be sentenced immediately."
"Members of the panel, you must now decide the sentence for this person." "Give
me the number of months she must serve." The senior men said as he turned to his
right and looked at the first member of the panel again.
"I think fifteen years." He remarked. There was a gasp in the group from your
office.
The next member said, "Twenty two years."
Around the table everyone spoke and you were dumbstruck at the time they thought
you should serve. Your heart pounded and you stomped a foot. Tears welled up in
your eyes and your knees became weak.
"I take all the figures given and average out to nineteen years!" The senior
panel member said. "The prisoner will be taken, out and her sentence will begin
immediately!" "For those who are here in support of her defense, we offer you a
last chance to visit with her before she is brought back to prison."
One other panel member spoke next saying, "Visitation is an optional thing and
we find it necessary to charge the visitors to see prisoners." "After the
prisoner is taken out, we will explain."
The official took your arm and walked you into the meeting room one more time.
You were weeping openly by now. You stumbled forward as tears blurred your
vision.
When the official closed the door he took out a blindfold and began wrapping it
around your eyes. He explained that you could not see anything until you had
paid for it because sight was considered one of the privileges. "Ask someone to
get money for you and you'll be able to buy some sight!" He remarked.
You felt his hands maul your breasts as soon as your eyes were covered and you
couldn't do much to get away from him. You backed into something and he held you
there while one hand pinched a nipple another rubbed your pussy.
Your senses picked up now that your eyes were covered and you heard the door
open. Those hands stopped touching you and you listened carefully for who might
enter the room. You tried to tell if it was one person or two, man or woman,
there was movement but no other clues. Nobody spoke.
Then a rough hand grabbed your elbow and forced you forward until you were
jerked to a stop and a hand definitely male pushed you down on your knees on the
carpet. Those hands left you and you felt another set grabs you from in front by
your ears. Your head was pulled forward and your breasts rubbed something, it
felt like the sofa edge. Then you smelled something familiar, a woman. At the
time the scent hit your nostrils you felt flesh and hairs touch your face. You
smelled a pussy!
You felt a whip strike your back and you got the message, service! Using your
tongue, you began to lick away at those hairy lips, parting them and tasting the
awful nectar of urine between them. You didn't balk because the whipping had
stopped and knowing your position if you hesitated that would bring pain to your
back. Hands crept under you, sliding between the sofa and your heavy breasts.
Those hands grabbed your flesh and squeezed so hard that you had to wince and it
affected your licking. Apparently that was what those hands expected because
they did it again. Almost immediately the hips in front of you began bucking and
shuddering.
You realized this woman was having an orgasm. You tasted her juices as she
continued to writhe under your face.
When she stopped bucking her hands picked up your breasts and you knelt upright.
She released her grip on them and you felt her step around you and moments later
the door opened and closed. As she stepped away, you listened for anyone else in
the room and detected breathing over to one side of the room. Who was this last
person you wondered? The door opened and heavy footsteps came in.
Your ears followed the feet as they came closer and closer to you. You could
tell they stepped around you as this person also took their seat on the sofa.
Then you heard your President speak.
He said, "You can't imagine how terrible we all feel at you getting sentenced to
this place, is there anything we can do to help you."
You voice wavered, "Um, yes there is, I need to get some money transferred here
from the accounts I have back home." "They tell me that I will need to have
money to survive, and I can't think of whom to trust with that task." "Will you
help me?"
He replied, "Sure, and I was going to say the same thing." "The man out there
just suggested we take up a collection of money to pay for your prison stay."
"Just let us know how we can get money for you sent here." "We'll need your
signature to get money from your accounts."
Before you realized it, you had told him that you would sign anything to get
money sent here.
He held you hand and said that they had given him a paper on a clipboard. This
paper was one that authorized him to transfer money from as many as three
accounts to this country. He needed your signature and then he could get as many
as three account numbers.
You trusted him only so far and said that you had two accounts in a bank in the
city and as he held your hand you signed the papers.
After signing he said that your secretary would be in next, she was in tears,
and felt very bad that you had gotten into this trouble. His heavy steps left
and you felt sadness and afraid when he opened and closed the door.
The next person was definitely your secretary as you could tell by her walk and
her perfume. Both were so very familiar. She came over and sat down next to you,
while you were on your knees. She was crying and you felt her arms hug your
shoulders. Amy spoke to you, telling you how embarrassing it was to have you
treated like this, and she would try and get you out of prison. You admitted
that things were probably going to be very bad for you and asked her if you
could trust her with some information. She noted to you that there were three
other people in the room.
You told her that you had given the president the accounts in one bank but if
that wasn't enough could she check out another for you? Amy said she could get
at all your records in your desk and safe. Also you wanted to remind her that
there were places in your house that had things she should go through, and come
back when she had that information.
She then said they were motioning that her turn was over and she had to go.
When she left, others came in and spoke to you. You shed many tears wetting the
blindfold and had to kneel while you knew they could easily see your nakedness.
When the last person on your company list had entered and departed you felt
someone behind you reach down and cup your heavy breasts lifting you to your
feet. They dropped their hands down around your hips and from each side they
pulled a pussy-lip apart until your felt the coolness between them. You felt
breath in front of you, whomever it was lowered their head, until they were
right in your crotch area. You felt hands on your ankles, tightening shackles
around each ankle. Then one ankle was lifted and your foot was set down far
apart from the other. You felt more jiggling below you but didn't move. Then
surprising you, more fingers handle your lips down there and something bit down
on one side, then the other, the hands separating your lips left you right then.
You jumped but the ankle shackles held you feet apart and you almost lost your
balance. They had put something on your lips and it was still there pulling
down. Hands returned from whomever was behind you and gripped your breasts
again, moving right to your nipples. Fingers pinched them and pulled them away
from you.
A voice across the room spoke out, "Do not struggle, these ornaments will be
part of your clothing until we get some money for your stay."
More of those sharp biting things were placed on your nipples causing you to
yelp out, but your struggles only shook the things hanging from your lips.
The hands left you and you stood naked exposed, and blindfolded with whatever
these things were hanging from the tender-most parts of your body.
"You will now begin your prison stay," The voice said.
"Among the first things you must endure is the orientation processing, which
begins now."
