1. Sentenced!
(Deena on Display)
The stentorian voice of the judge rang out across the small courtroom.
"Deena Audrey Wilson! You have been found guilty as charged on one count
of driving while under the influence of alcohol, and another of reckless
endangerment. You are to be released on bail into your parents custody, pending
the sentencing hearing on Friday. The court is adjourned."
It wasn't a grand court drama, nobody was in the public gallery, there
weren't any members of the press; but for Deena and her parents it felt like
their world had just collapsed.
Deena sat between her lawyer and custody attendant, sniffing back the
tears, while her guard fumbled with a bunch of keys to remove the shackles from
her wrists and ankles. Her talented, but ultimately unsuccessful lawyer, touched
her shoulder sympathetically. Once free of her chains she ran sobbing in the
arms of her parents. She knew she had just two days of freedom before returning
to the courtroom and an almost-certain prison sentence.
The republic of Great Britain in the year 2015 had changed radically
from the increasingly distant days of the 20th century. The changes to British
society were dramatic and far reaching, and well beyond the scope of Deena's
little story. Prime Minister Blunkett's policy of 'joined-up government' had
introduced many imaginative solutions to the country's problems, particularly in
area of law and order. Deena Wilson, having just been convicted, would soon
experience the full effect of her country's new laws.
-oOo-
The following morning Mr Adams, Deena's government appointed lawyer,
visited her at home. They were a typical middle class family in a typical middle
class neighbourhood. The Wilsons and Mr Adams sat in the lounge with Deena and
her loving parents. Mrs Wilson poured the tea into fine china cups, while Mr
Adams talked to their daughter and only child.
"Frankly, Deena, our options are very limited," he explained,
grim-faced. "There is no appeal process in a case like yours. All we can do is
plead with the court on the sentencing. You are looking at three months in
prison. And don't forget that three months means exactly that... there's no
probation after six weeks any more. But there are alternatives that I'd like to
discuss with you...
"One avenue we should explore is the Community Service Program. It's not
a soft option nowadays. You won't be serving old ladies a cup of tea, or helping
in a children's playground for a couple of weeks, but I've found out about
another scheme which you may qualify for. It sounds like it might suit a young
woman like you."
Deena and her parents sat listening intently, desperate to know how
Deena could avoid a term in prison. Mr Adams lifted his cup and saucer and took
a sip of tea before continuing his explanation.
"Last night a teacher friend of mine told me about a new government
initiative. It's designed to attract many more students into the technical and
medical professions since the restrictions on immigrants took effect. One of
those schemes is to make maths, engineering and science classes...more
appealing." He almost said 'sexier' but thought better of it. "With your
youthful looks I think you may have a chance at the model assistant role in the
'Human Biology Alive' lecture program."
He looked over at the shy 21 year old sitting attentively on the sofa.
She was pretty girl, with lovely blue eyes and straight dark hair cut just above
the shoulders, fixed casually into a short ponytail. Today she wore denim
dungarees and baggy tee-shirt, which looked cute but didn't flatter her figure.
He remembered her in court wearing a blouse and skirt, and knew she had a nice
body and shapely breasts.
"Okay. What more do you know about it?" she asked her lawyer, sitting up
straight, eager to find out more about this possible lifeline. She shook her
head saying "I don't want to go to prison!"
Mr Adams flicked through some papers "I took down some notes as I spoke
to my friend on the phone and typed them up for you. It's not a full explanation
but it will give you the general idea." He handed a sheet of paper to Deena and
another to her anxious parents.
They read the page carefully:
MODEL, HUMAN BIOLOGY
- The model will accompany a lecturer and a nurse presenting lectures in
schools and colleges.
- The model will be naked while the lecturer uses her body to illustrate
aspects of human anatomy.
- Medical equipment such as heart rate and blood pressure monitors,
endoscopes will be demonstrated.
- The model will participate in question and answer sessions with the
students as required.
- The lectures will be held in another county, a long distance from the
family and friends of the model. This saves unnecessary embarrassment and
publicity.
- The model will remain in the custody of the lecturer and nurse during
the weekday period. Overnight stays in hotels will be required.
- The model will be returned to the custody of her parents at weekends -
delivered home on Friday evenings and collected for the new week on Sunday
evenings.
Deena nodded her head, mumbling aloud as she always did when reading.
She read through the notes twice. Naked? She remembered when her art class had a
nude woman sitting as a model. It didn't seem so bad, and was surely better than
prison. Perhaps educational too! She left school at eighteen and had a boring
office job up until the court case. The idea that she would be involved in
higher education also had the approval of her loving parents.
"I'll do it!" Deena said decisively.
"I'll have to find out more about it, and can't promise anything yet.
You're not a virgin are you?" her lawyer asked.
Deena paused, mortified to be asked such a question in front of her
parents. "No, of course not!" she replied, looking him directly in the eyes,
thus avoiding the gaze of her parents.
Her father spoke. "Very well Mr Adams, if this is the best deal you can
get for our daughter, then please try." He conjured with the thought that his
'little girl' would be displaying her naked body just for a bunch of students.
He hadn't seen his daughter naked since she was thirteen. She was always a
pretty girl, now indeed a woman, but he had never entertained sexual thoughts
towards his daughter. Now, his daughter's impending fate stirred some
uncomfortable feelings within him.
Mr Adams packed away the papers in his briefcase and closed it firmly.
"Then we are agreed. I meet with the sentencing committee tomorrow. I think they
will require a naked photograph to prove your suitability for the job. Do you
have such a photograph?"
Deena shook her head, almost apologetically.
Her father spoke up. "I have a digital camera. We can take some
photographs this afternoon and email them to you. Would that be okay?"
"Yes of course. A few good digital pictures would help our case no end.
I can quickly distribute them to the relevant parties. Make sure they are
well-lit and take a few extras from different angles. You'll find my email
address on my letterhead."
When Mr Adams departed, Deena and her parents sat quietly contemplating
what they had to do.
Mr Wilson coughed nervously as he rose from the sofa. "I'll go and set
up the equipment in the spare bedroom."
-oOo-
Later that evening Mr Adams noticed a large file waiting in his
computer's in-box. It was the photo's from Mr Wilson as expected.
His gallery software displayed the Deena's naked body in a variety of
poses. There were about thirty images to choose from.
The first few images were not good, they showed a shy young woman
standing awkwardly, too aware of her nakedness. The later ones in the set were
much better. She was smiling, as if someone had said something funny. Her poses
were natural, not contrived for the camera. Mr Adams considered himself a
connoisseur of such images having collected a great many of them. These pictures
were excellent, and Deena was beautiful in her nakedness, even though the they
were not deliberately sexual. He selected three images that best represented her
'assets'.
The first one showed Deena standing in a full frontal image. Da Vinci
himself couldn't improve on the sweet purity of her pose. The second showed her
on hands and knees with a playful smile Mr Adams had never seen before. He'd
only ever seen her during the miserable times of the court case. The third was
his favourite: A close-up of her upper-thighs and pussy, in the background her
breasts and face showed just slightly out of focus. Quite artistic by Mr Wilson,
he thought. A click of the mouse saved a copy to his Favorites folder.
Those images fresh in his mind, he finished the write-up of his
pleading. With the aid of his eloquent words and Deena's images, he felt
confident that he could present a strong case for her participation in the Human
Biology Alive programme. Two days later they were back in the courtroom.
-oOo-
The familiar booming voice of the judge brought the court to attention.
"Deena Audrey Wilson! On Tuesday 13th October 2015, within this courtroom, you
were found guilty of driving under the influence of alcohol, and reckless
endangerment. After considering the pleas of your lawyer, the sentencing
committee has reached a decision." He paused and looked about the room. Court
judges enjoy holding centre stage.
"You are sentenced to three months..." he paused again, pretending look
for the next words on the document. "Three months community service in the
Offenders Re-education Program. You will start with the Human Biology Alive!
lecture team on Monday.
It was hardly a champagne-popping moment, nonetheless Deena and her
parents were overjoyed. Mr Adams received a grateful kiss on the cheek from
Deena and another from her mother. Mr Wilson vigorously shook his hand.
Before they removed Deena's chains she had to be fitted with a metal
collar: an 'Offenders Tracking Collar'. It was an inch wide and made of a strong
super-smooth alloy and looked quite attractive with its shiny platinum finish.
The court security manager fastened it around Deena's neck. It closed with a
precision engineered click, then it beeped softly as it transmitted its
location. Two more beeps a few seconds later confirmed the collar had been
registered with IOTS, the International Offender Tracking System.
"This is your O.T. collar." The security manager explained. "You'll wear
it until the end of your sentence. It is water resistant and won't irritate your
skin. It has a built-in transmitter so any attempt to abscond is futile. You
will be tracked down and punished."
-oOo-
On Sunday afternoon at four o'clock the doorbell rung. Deena was waiting
with her suitcase packed. Her mother answered the door and Deena could hear the
muffled conversation from the entrance hall.
"Mrs. Wilson?"
"Yes."
"Is Deena here?"
"Yes. Come in. We've been expecting you. She's all packed and ready.
Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No thank you, Mrs Wilson. We really have to make a move as soon as
possible."
Her mother brought two people into the living room. The man was tall,
dark haired and quite good-looking. That was Deena's first impression. He was in
his thirties, well-groomed, the epitome of casual/smart dress. The woman was
younger, and dressed in an immaculate nurse's uniform. Mr Wilson's interest had
certainly been piqued by the Nurse's prim and proper uniform with its tight
waistband and short skirt. Mr and Mrs Wilson were greatly reassured that Deena
was in the hands of such a fine looking couple!
"Hello Deena, I'm Jenny and this is Dr Mike Britten," the nurse said,
gesturing towards the handsome man who was shaking hands with each member of the
family. "Welcome to our team, Deena. I'm sure we're going to get on splendidly.
Are you ready to go?"
Deena nodded.
"Great!", Jenny said cheerily. "Let's get you chained up and we'll be
off then."
To Deena's dismay she found herself in the same regulation chains that
she endured during her court case. Hands and feet chained and looped through a
chain that passed around her belly. She accepted the bonds without complaint,
having become quite used to them on the court appearances.
"You don't have to keep my daughter in chains do you?", the emotional
Mrs Wilson asked. "Deena wouldn't run away, she just wants to serve her
sentence."
"I'm sure your are right, Mrs Wilson, but it's the law." Jenny explained
sympathetically.
Mrs Wilson nodded in resignation. The law is the law!
Deena's mum and dad kissed their little darling goodbye on the doorstep
before she was led away to a smart new van. In their quiet suburban street they
could sense the neighbours' curtains twitching.
"See you on Friday!", they called out to each other with an optimistic
cheeriness overlaying their tear-filled eyes.
Deena sat in the middle of the van's three seats, between her new
keepers. She was pleased to be considered 'part of the team'.
"Where are we going?" she asked both of them.
"Northumberland." Jenny replied, as Mike let the sat-nav guide them out
of Deena's residential estate. "It's a very nice part of the country. Have you
ever been there?"
"No, never." Deena replied.
"That's good." Nurse Jenny said quietly, almost to herself. They settled
back in the seats for the long drive.
-oOo-
Most of the journey north was done in the motorway network's new
'auto-cruise' lanes. Auto-pilot equipped vehicles like the Doctor's van could be
driven for hundreds of miles without the need to touch the steering wheel or
pedals. Heading north on a Sunday evening the auto-cruise lane was averaging a
respectable and safe 85 mph. Dr Britten loved gadgets and technology as Deena
would soon discover.
During their long drive Jenny had talked passionately about her career
as a nurse. 'The best job in the world' she described it on more than one
occasion. Dressing as a nurse, particular in 2015 when short skirts were back in
fashion, was clearly part of its appeal for her. If ever someone could help sell
the attractions of a career in the medical profession it was the enthusiastic
Nurse Jenny. Deena envied the nurse; she was attractive, self-confident and had
a job she loved. 'I'm just a criminal', Deena thought in one of her more
self-pitying moments.
Three hours of auto-cruising later, they stopped to refuel and have
supper. Deena was dismayed to learn that they didn't intend to unchain her. "It
simply wasn't permitted", Jenny said.
They took a 'table for three' in the Big Chef diner which was still busy
at that time of night. All eyes were soon on Deena as they walked between the
tables to an empty booth - one diner appeared to have frozen with a forkful of
fries suspended halfway between her plate and her mouth. Deena was desperate to
explain to somebody that she wasn't a dangerous criminal.
"Oh, don't mind them! You'll get used to people staring at you." Jenny
reassured her. Once Deena was safely in the booth flanked by her two colleagues,
Jenny unlocked her handcuffs.
They ordered similar meals from the grill menu. Mike had a bottle of
beer, Jenny a cola, as she was driving the last stage. As an offender, Deena
wasn't permitted to drink alcohol.
After the meal, Jenny reattached the handcuffs to Deena's wrists and
they escorted her out of the restaurant. The sound of people whispering as she
walked by would become very familiar over the next month.
It was after eleven o'clock when they arrived exhausted at their hotel.
"Two rooms in the name of Mike Britten, booked by HBA." Mike said to the
receptionist while Jenny and Deena stood in the background.
The receptionist checked them in and then looked up at the handsome Dr
Britten. "Would you like a morning call?"
"Yes please. Seven o'clock sharp for both rooms."
"And would you like your prisoner chained up in our secure cell?", the
receptionist asked in the same helpful tone of voice.
Dr Britten smiled kindly at Deena before replying. "No thank you, she's
only a category C offender. I'm sure she'll be no trouble in the bedroom."
He turned around with two keys in his hand and was already yawning.
"Time for bed ladies. I'll meet you for breakfast at seven thirty. Goodnight."
Deena hadn't really thought about the sleeping arrangements, but sharing
a twin bedded room with Jenny had to be preferable to being chained up in a
hotel cell. Jenny freed Deena from her chains when they both used the bathroom,
but when she emerged from the bathroom, Jenny immediately started to re-fix the
chains over her nightgown.
"Is this really necessary?" Deena asked, becoming truly fed-up with the
prisoner treatment.
"It's the law." Jenny explained curtly, as the cuff's rachets clicked
around Deena's wrists. The law is the law! But at least the handcuffs weren't
attached to her waist-chain this time.
Jenny made use of the hospitality tray. They both sat up in their
respective single beds enjoying a cup of tea and a biscuit while watching the
latest episode of Friends on TV. When it came to 'lights-out' Jenny attached
Deena's handcuffs to her collar with a padlock. Deena was disappointed, but it
wasn't uncomfortable. She didn't even bother to ask Jenny why.
In the middle of the night, Deena's hands were pulling down on the
collar so her fingers could touch her pussy. She couldn't reach, and realised
miserably, the reason why she had been fixed up like that.
-oOo-
Nurse Jenny was out of bed as soon as the seven o'clock alarm call
sounded. She let Deena snooze for ten minutes while she showered. Then while
Deena showered, Jenny got dressed.
Jenny was soon looking immaculate in her pale blue nurse's dress,
complete with its white bib-fronted apron. The hemline of the dress barely
covered the tops of her white stockings and that was clearly the way Jenny liked
it! (In the year 2015 short skirts were firmly back in fashion). The nurse's
trim waistline and flared hips were emphasised by a wide elasticated belt in
contrasting black. She was pinning a perky white cap in her immaculate hair when
Deena emerged from the bathroom.
Deena saw that Jenny had already laid out clothing for her. It was a
flimsy white dress, made of a light silky fabric. Jenny helped her put the dress
on. It was loose and flowing, like something a greek goddess might wear, and
quite breezy too without a bra and panties! It was low cut between the breasts
and high cut at the thighs, in fact it was barely held together at all. She
looked very pretty Jenny told her, and sexy too, even when she was secured again
in her familiar chains!
"There you are. It's a little loose, but 'one size fits all' with that
dress!"
Jenny buckled Deena's feet into a nice pair of heeled sandals while her
chained-up charge sat on the bed. "You know Deena, I really think we are going
to become the best of friends." Jenny told her. Deena agreed, or certainly hoped
it would be so. They were both laughing as they went down to the hotel
restaurant for breakfast.
Deena sat quietly with a refreshing glass of spring water while Mike and
Jenny tucked into a full English breakfast with toast and coffee. They told her
she wasn't permitted to eat until lunchtime. That bacon sure smelled good! Poor
Deena felt herself salivating. She hated to miss breakfast.
A pair of middle aged businessmen were sitting at a nearby table. They
looked at Deena only briefly, giving the impression that they'd seen it all
before. In fact they were more interested in Jenny and her nurse's uniform. It
was a sight they thought they'd never see again in their lifetime!
-oOo-
It was just a short drive to the university campus. At eight fifteen in
the morning the whole place still seemed asleep. They were met by a girl of
Deena's age. She had short spiky bright red hair and a nose-ring.
"Hi, I'm Nikki. The classroom assistant for your lectures. Anything you
want, all you've gotta do is ask me!" She shook hands with each of them, paying
little attention to Deena's chained hands.
After the introductions were made Nikki helped to unload the equipment
from the van. At first Deena wondered why they had arrived there so early, but
as they started setting up the equipment she understood. It would take a couple
of hours to get everything ready. She felt reassured that there weren't any
torture implements on display, but nor did she have any idea what any of the
equipment was used for.
"Deena, honey, can you get down on your hands and knees on the mat?" Dr
Britten called out to her as he continued to wire up the equipment.
She did as she was told and assumed the requested position on the 6' x
4' rubber mat. There was just enough slack in her chains for her to take up a
'doggie' position. It afforded her a perfect view of the large flat video screen
on the wall. She felt Jenny lifting the hem on her dress onto her back and
watched the screen absent-mindedly while Dr Britten continued to fiddle with his
equipment.
An image came into focus on the screen but Deena couldn't make out what
it was: Something fleshy and rather gross, she thought. It was only when she
felt a finger probing within her vulva that she realised with horror what the
image on the screen was. Her labia magnified to three foot high on the screen,
every hair, dimple and fold of skin could be clearly seen. She could also see
Jenny's finger moving sensitively across her flesh.
Jenny gave her a running commentary as Deena continued to look at
herself on the screen. "There's your clitoris, hiding under that skin. That's
showing nice and clear. Here is the urethra...oh, that's a great shot. I'll just
pull the labia back a little so we get a view of your vagina.... Now Deena, I
want you to close your eyes and think of a boy you fancy...."
Jenny sensitively probed and teased a little until she could feel a
distinct dampness on her fingers.
"Perfect! That's a good response. It showed up very well on the screen,"
Dr Britten called out from behind the video mixing console. "Mark out Deena's
position then she can have a sit down for a few minutes. Jenny made some chalk
marks on the mat around Deena's hands and knees, she would need to return to
those positions to ensure the cameras were lined up.
Nurse Jenny helped Deena to her feet. The model was almost speechless as
she got to her feet. "Your...your...your going to show me to all those people in
that position?"
"Of course! It's a human biology lecture." Dr Britten was beginning to
wonder if the role hadn't been properly explained to Deena. "The students are
coming here to learn about the human body and for the morning lecture we need
you positioned like that. Don't worry Deena, you have a very nice body. There's
nothing to be ashamed of!"
Dr Britten truly didn't see what Deena was worried about. "I'm sorry
that we won't have a chance to try out the procedures before the lecture. We'll
just have to improvise a little. Try to relax and do exactly as Jenny tells you,
and don't forget to smile."
Deena noticed Jenny place some large liquid pouches in an autoclave.
"Jenny what are they for?" she asked the nurse.
"I'm warming them to the correct temperature. I'll be giving them to you
later."
Deena was becoming more and more ill at ease. "Giving them to me? I
don't understand."
"It's nothing to worry about. It's just to get you cleaned out!" Jenny
exchanged a conspiratorial wink with Nikki and Dr Britten.
Jenny laid out some more delicate equipment, while Deena contemplated
the long probing instruments with increasing unease, deciding that she'd rather
not ask what the other things were used for. No-one told her it would be like
this, but it was too late to back out now.
Students were beginning to trickle into the lecture theatre.
End of Chapter 1
