Part II
The next day Ansley sat outside the courtroom beside her lawyer, waiting
for her turn to be called to plea. She still wore her jail dress, the panties
that came with it, and the jail-issue flip-flops. She was also shackled, her
wrists and ankles attached together with a length of chain between, linked by a
belly chain. All prisoners were kept in this fashion outside of the jail, she
had been told. She heard her name called by a bailiff and they were led into
the court.
The judge stared at her. She suddenly felt so vulnerable, knowing what
she had to say, and not knowing what would happen afterwards.
"Ansley Johnson, you stand charged with one count of felony
prostitution. How plead you?"
"Guilty, your honor."
"You have agreed to the terms of the plea bargain?"
"Yes, your honor, I have."
"Fine, then I sentence you to 9 months under the terms of the program
which you have agreed to be part of. Guard, remove her and hold her until she
can be transported tomorrow to her place of sentence."
Ansley was led from the room and back to the jail by the guards. She
wasn't taken back to the general area. Instead, she was led to the solitary
confinement area. These cells were austere, consisting only of a metal cot with
no mattress, and a toilet/sink basin. They stopped outside one cell. The
larger female guard barked unlocked her chains. "Okay, slut, off with the
clothes!"
Ansley was shocked. "What did you call me? I won't do that!"
The guard struck Ansley hard, with an open palm, across the face.
"You'll listen to orders from now on, bitch. Now, get out of the fucking dress.
This is how you're to be treated from now on--however your superiors feel like."
Ansley took off the sandals and dress.
"The panties, too."
Ansley complied. She felt so naked--well, she was naked. She tried to
cover her pussy and her breasts with her hands. Then the guard grabbed her
roughly and cuffed her hands behind her back. She was led into the cell, and a
heavy steel collar was placed around her neck. The collar was attached to the
wall and allowed her only movement from the toilet to the cot. Her ankles were
then hobbled with short chains.
The guard spoke again: "I think this cunt needs to learn how to control
her mouth. Better gag her. Actually, first..." The younger guard smiled and
both women unbelted their uniform shorts. Neither wore anything underneath.
"Okay bitch, time to put that loud mouth of yours to use. Janine, you go
first." The younger woman came over and crouched down over Ansley's face. She
grabbed Ansley by the hair and shoved her face into her crotch. "Start licking,
whore." Ansley had little choice and did. After she had made both guards come,
the older guard shoved a plug gag into her mouth and locked it on behind her
head. "See ya tomorrow, cunt."
