2 comments/ 24649 views/ 2 favorites Reba in Prison Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: The following story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is neither intended nor should be inferred. They are gathered from all over the world. They arrive in chains and prison clothing. All are females, eighteen to twenty-four years of age. They are the femmes fatales from civilized countries where the death penalty isn't used or they are removed from the prisons of their native lands by reason of necessity. In any case they are all pronounced "dead" in their native lands. Some are trained assassins; some are notorious; and, some are escape artistes. In any case, they are gathered up in a small Siberian town in the permafrost of the Arctic Tundra until twelve are present; then they are transported to a secret underground prison. A helicopter lands and a highly trained special forces unit deplanes. They don't take it for granted that the heliport is secured; the women being held here are dangerous. Nothing is to be taken for granted in their regard. Once the area is secured, the troops enter the holding cell to take custody of the girls. One by one they are called out from the barred cell and their cuffs---ankle and wrist---are carefully checked. One by one they are escorted by soldiers with weapons loaded and safety off. Since the permanent party here at the detention facility is all male, it is relatively simple to determine the gender of the prisoners. Before loading into the helicopter, each girl is patted down and breasts and pudenda carefully examined. A latex glove is used to check mouth, vagina, and rectum, in that order. Once they have secured the prisoners, the special forces team boards the helicopter. The next stop is an underground prison. Only a heliport and a nondescript warehouse are above ground. As the helicopter lifts off, flares are fired. This cargo of young female felons cannot be allowed to fall into unauthorized hands, dead or alive. Their crimes defy imagination. They will be incarcerated in the Internet Cybersex Prison (IzPriz) until their twenty-fifth birthday, at which time they will be turned over to another women's prison. By virtue of their use, they can be exploited on the Internet game grids and porno sites as non-consensual players. The special forces team takes nothing for granted with these girls. They are not permitted to use the toilet during the flight. During this flight the girls must "shift for themselves." One girl complains that she is having her period and requests a Kotex(tm). The troops are deaf to each and every request. Some of these girls may be "exotics" with implanted poison devices. The Siberian special forces cadre take nothing for granted and assume nothing. The helicopter lands on the IzPriz heliport. Special forces personnel secure a perimeter. From inside the warehouse the female warden, Lorna, emerges flanked by burly security guards carrying automatic weapons. The commander of the special forces unit walks forward and greets Lorna. Convinced that everything is under control, the girls are brought out one at a time. Two special forces soldiers turn each girl over to a Matron and two burly uniformed guards. When the last is turned over, the Special Forces commander gives Warden Lorna the set of keys to the cuffs and shackles. Then they depart, bounding over-watch as they leave the prison. Inside the warehouse there is a flurry of activity. The twelve new girls are lined up. There are burly uniformed male guards, matrons, and an assortment of inmate girls. The inmate girls have shaved heads and are naked except for a steel collar and a bulky steel chastity belt, padlocked from behind. The air is warm and there is a mixed odor of various chemicals and human scents. The first girl is brought forward to a processing station. Still handcuffed and shackled, her shoes are first removed. Shoes with laces are tied together; other foot ware are placed in paper bags and stapled shut. The shoes are tossed into a bin for resale. Several inmate girls cut the clothing from the new girl; it is placed in a large bin. These soiled rags are to be burned, for hygienic reasons. Inmate girls rinse off the new girl. Then ring cutters are used to remove any rings or studs from piercing. Care is taken to cut only the connecting filament and not the ring or stud body. It might contain poison or worse! Still cuffed and shackled, the first new girl is advanced to the next processing booth. The second new girl is advanced to the first processing station. Warden Lorna is waiting at the second processing point. There are extra guards present as Lorna removes the cuffs and shackles from the new girl. These cuffs and shackles are from countries all over the world. Once removed they are tossed into a box for resale later. The girl is now brought to a computer station where her fingerprints, iris eye scan, and retinal eye scan are done. Here her identity is confirmed. Naked, she is placed on a rotating disk to be photographed. Her arms are held in a "T" position and her palms are downwards. This is an "avatar" zero or starting pose. Detailed notes are taken and entered into the computer on scars, piercings, birthmarks, and tattoos. Now with identity confirmed, the new girl must be collared. The third processing station is a flat bed. The girl lies on her side while a slab of insulating material is placed on her neck. A stainless steel collar is placed around her neck. Instructions for her not to touch the collar are given via the computer both in her native language and in English. The collar has a sliding ring and sleeve. The ends dove tail together and the collar is snapped in place. An electric arc spot welds the collar. Now it is one piece of steel with a ring. To the back, on the opposing side of the collar is a barcode. This will allow scanning from behind her. It has a number and a short "Screen Name" for the girl. The number and screen name are etched into the right side of the collar. The left side of the collar is color-coded. The color code is explained: "The color on the side of the collar is your sanitary day. The days are: white for Sunday, blue for Monday, green for Tuesday, yellow for Wednesday, red for Thursday, brown for Friday, and black for Saturday. You must memorize your prison number, name, and color. You are never to use your former name or past history. And speak only in the third person. Understood?" "Yes," the girl replied, "a girl understands." Having said that, she is forwarded to the fourth station and the second girl takes her place. The arc weld is allowed to cool and the insulation is removed. At the fourth station the first girl, now named Kara, has her hair shaved from her head and pubic bush. Her armpit and leg hair is left to grow. Girl inmates in this prison have their heads and bushes shaved every week on their "sanitary day." Inmate girls use clippers to shave Kara bald, head and pussy. They then trim her fingernails and toenails short. Sometimes a girl will come on board with fingernail or toenail polish. If so, it is removed here with Witch Hazel. Kara's face is scrubbed with a damp rough rag. Again she is posed on a revolving disk in the T-pose for photographing. Only the female matrons are allowed head hair. This makes for easy identification as well as the humiliation and degradation of the inmates. Up to now, Kara has experienced only inmate girls. At the fifth station she will encounter her first matron. At the fifth station two inmate girls soap and rinse Kara and lead her to a gynecological examination chair. She is strapped into place. A matron approaches Kara. She lubricates a speculum and inserts it deeply into Kara's vagina. Kara opens her mouth to speak but decides not to. The speculum is opened widely, exposing the insides of Kara's vagina. The matron rotates, twists, and pulls the speculum. Kara trembles and shakes in pain. Then a thin probe is inserted into her uterus, forcing the cervix to part. Kara moans in pain at this invasion. The speculum is collapsed and removed, lubricated again and inserted into Kara's rectum. Kara's comely rosette is tiny, tight, taut, and tender. The matron shoves the speculum in with a single push. Kara has never been invaded this way before. Again the matron rotates and twists the speculum, examining Kara for hemorrhoids or polyps. Then the speculum is collapsed and removed. The processing is complete. Kara is unstrapped from the gynecological chair; her hands are cuffed behind her back. A leash is attached to her collar and she is led to a cage to wait while the other girls are processed. The fourth girl processed is menstruating. When her clothes are cut off, her bloody pussy is revealed. The inmate girls wipe her down and a matron with a nurse uniform approaches. She is bringing a bright blue pussy plug with an attached black tube and inflation bulb. She inserts the plug in the girl and inflates it, trapping her menstrual fluid. The girl is clearly uncomfortable. "When did your period start?" The matron asks the girl. "Yesterday, Mam," the girl replies. "Today is Tuesday, the color of the day is green," the matron explains. "You will wear this plug until Saturday." The matron unscrews the black inflation tube and screws on a cap. There is a tiny hole in the cap. The matron threads a wire though the cap and valve stem. A black plastic tag is attached. Then the wire is twisted and a lead sinker, like the seal on a gas meter, is locked into place with pliers. Due to the diversity of languages, the days of the week are color coded as well as each action or duty of the inmate girls. The seventh girl in line is a blonde, 5'6", 35B-25-35, with baby blue eyes, a swimmer's build, 120 lbs, and a high IQ, 3.6 standard deviations above the mean. She is gorgeous to behold. Warden Lorna cannot resist the temptation; she reaches out to fondle the girl's breast. The girl pulls back and spits in Lorna's face. There is a moment of silence. Lorna says nothing, but takes note of the girl's name: Reba. This girl may be singled out for special treatment in the near future. The twelfth girl had an IUD in her uterus. This was noticed by the matron at the gynecological chair. She had the womb probe grasp the toroid IUD and extract it. The girls screamed in pain and agony to no avail. The device was removed. At last the girls are finished in take processing. All are wearing only collars except for the two girls having their periods. Their vulvas are parted by inflatable blue pussy plugs and color-coded tags, one tag brown and one tag black. Matrons and guards assemble and take their wards. Lorna assigns herself to be Reba's matron. They depart to their respective cells. Lorna takes Reba's leash and leads her. The two masculine guards follow behind. They approach a numbered cell; the door is ajar. The four enter the cell. There is nothing but gray concrete, three and one-half meter cubed. Overhead is a Plexiglas(tm) barrier with cameras and lights. On the floor opposite the door is a one foot diameter drain hole. Folded neatly in the center of the cell is a large, brown wool blanket. On the adjacent walls are small air vents. This will be Reba's home until she reaches twenty-five, should she live that long. "Tomorrow we begin training for the new girls," Lorna explains. "When you hear the matron at the door, put your hands behind your back and put them in the sliding panel. The matron or one of the guards will cuff you. Refusal to present yourself quickly enough will result in punishment. You will be examined, of course, with a body cavity search. Every day you will have a body cavity search. Learn to enjoy it." Lorna smiles. She can imagine a day when Reba begs to be fondled by Lorna. Reba's cuffs are removed and the trio depart. Only then did Reba realize her burning thirst, hunger, and the pain in her pussy and asshole from the examination on the gynecological chair. She wraps herself in the blanket and tries to rest or sleep. The way that Lorna had tried to fondle her made her furious. Then she realizes that she may have missed an opportunity. The night seems to last forever. Several times she goes over to the drain hole and urinates. At long last she drifts into a deep sleep. Reba springs up at the sliding of the door window. She hurries to present her hands behind her back. Lorna cuffs Reba, locking the cuffs painfully tight. This has only happened to Reba once before; and, when she told the guard, the cuffs where relaxed. Reba decides that asking Lorna might not be a good idea. Three entered Reba's cell: Lorna and two uniformed male guards. The first guard shoves three fingers into Reba's mouth---she gags. "Nothing," he reports. The second male guard unfolds an aluminum bench and bends Reba over it, exposing her privates and rosette. Lorna shoves the speculum, without lubricant, deep into Reba. She rotates the thumb screw spreading Reba a maximum. Twisting, pulling, and turning the device Lorna commanded Reba to climax. "Cum for me and it will be removed," Warden Lorna states. Reba is not in the least aroused. She decides to wait it out for Lorna to become bored. But this isn't happening. Reba tries to imagine her last experience with a man. It has been a while; Reba has spent the last two years in jail awaiting trial. "Let me help. Do you want your breasts and clit fondled?" Lorna asks. "Yes, Mistress," Reba begs. "That speculum is too painful." Lorna and the guards laugh. It seems that Reba has lost her opportunity. Lorna works Reba for five more minutes. When she is convinced that Reba can't cum, she pulls the speculum out and allows the second guard to do his rectal exam of the girl. He puts on latex gloves and reaches for the Vaseline Petroleum Jelly(tm) but Reba halts him. "No lubricant for this girl," she orders, "ever." "Yes, Mam," the guard replies and shoves two fingers into Reba's asshole. She jerks and twitches in pain. "Nothing in there," he mentions. "Good," Lorna responds. "Let's take her to the game grid." The guards look confused. "Isn't the new girl needing training?" They ask. "Not this one," Warden Lorna commands. "Take her directly to the preparation room. I want her on the game grid today. And in the BDSM arena too." "Yes, Mam," the guards reply as they lead the handcuffed girl away on a leash. 2 Oct 2011 Taunus Trumbo