The Arrival (Closed For Aussie Wolf)

[RennyStyle]

A loud, rusty creak filled the depot room as the ancient metal door slid open, letting pure sunlight and air into the harsh cement and tile chamber. Inside, guards stood in a perimeter, armed with automatics, while a trio of guards stood in the center.

"Alright, on the line, now!"

A line of women shambled into the depot. One was a beautiful dark-haired woman in a formal red dress, she looked exquisitely rich and refined, and carried herself like she was bulletproof. She had been an expensive call girl until she literally fucked with the wrong person.

The second woman was a punk with spiked black hair, tattoos and clad in leather. She had spent the whole bus ride over mouthing off, snarling at the guards, and eyeballing the other women. She earned every second of her sentence, and the prosecution hadn't even known a fraction of her true crimes.

The third woman, Tricia Wells was a scrawny blonde woman dressed for the courthouse: a smart blazer, pastel color blouse, pencil skirt and high heels. Everything about her said she didn't belong there. She had said it herself several times in the bus before she got a slap for making so much noise.

But all the women wore one thing in common: manacles. Their wrists were chained in front of them, tethered to matching stainless steel cuffs keeping their ankles connected. And another length of chain kept them all connected.

They approached a yellow line painted on the cement floor. The metal door creaked shut behind them, as a blue collar type approached a wooden fold-out table and placed clear plastic bins on it.

Tricia clutched her hands nervously.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Ofiicer Wells was bored. Another intake of prisoners and once again he was put in charge. How many times did this make this year, ten, twenty? So much for the rotation system. Sure they had to have a senior officer present but why did his name always have to come up.

Beside him was the obligatory female officer, this time Butterworth, a no nonsense by the book woman who was going nowhere fast in this prison, and the hulking man mountain Blair. He liked to use him to intimidate the prisoners right off. Problem was the guy was bucking for a promotion over to D wing and he had heard it was about to be granted. Sure they could use him over there but damnit he needed him here as well. Oh well time to get on with it.

"Right, some of you know the drill and some of you are nice and fresh but if you all shut up we will get through this nice and quickly. First the rules. You Will obey any order given to you by one of my guards. Punishment for disobeying an order is at the discretion of the guard but can range from the taking away of privileges to a stint in solitary." He glared at them and saw a few knowing smirks but continued on.

"Two, there will be no talking unless you are asked to speak. Once you are inside you can talk, until then we don't care about your problems."

"Three, Do not interact with each other. Any scuffles, fights, Hell even if you touch another prisoner and we will slap you down hard. I will have none of it in my intake."

He stared them down, then gestured to the yellow line. "You see the line. Follow the line inside and always stay on that side of it. The first one to cross it will be shot," he said gesturing to the guards surrounding the area. "Once inside stay on your side. You will be taken, searched, have all your valuables placed in one of these boxes and then dressed in a comfy orange jumpsuit generously provided by the state. Then it is off to meet your new cellmates."

He nodded and Blair and Butterworth picked up a container each and held them out. "Right prisoners move and collect your bin on the way passed."

Blair handed a bin to every second prisoner while at the same time giving them all his steely glare. He was good at it and even the seasoned ones lost there bravado at the sight of it. Of course he was also checking them out as he did so and he noticed one or two of them as they filed passed. One in particular stood out though. A blonde dressed in a snazzy outfit that had obviously thought she would be getting off. Maybe he ought to give her a bit of a 'welcome to prison' frisk down. He almost smiled as he thought of that then once he had handed the last bin out he and Butterworth made there way inside behind the prisoners.

 

[RennyStyle]

The leather-clad criminal snatched her bin right out of the blue collar's hands and confidently followed the yellow line on the floor, forcing the other girls behind her to keep up. She grinned as she passed the guards, almost daring them to take her on. To her, this was no less dangerous than her life on the outside.

Tricia Wells took her bin in her hands and tried to follow. She couldn't keep her eyes off the bold yellow line and her heart sank, thinking about what would happen if she crossed it, or was pushed over the edge by accident. Or on purpose.

The prostitute took her bin gracefully, trying to appear unfazed at the events that were happening. She knew this would be a head game, and that it was a game she could win. Her ass bobbed appealingly left and right, making her dress sway in front of the guards following her. A guard in front of her noticed her nipples pressing against the exquisite fabric of her dress. She didn't care.

The line of women passed the main concrete wall and through a portal into a darker area, lit only by second story windows covered in bars and metal mesh. Behind them, a door of white iron bars slid shut and clicked shut loudly, locking them in.

The chamber the women found themselves in was tiled, a line of shower faucets lined one of the walls and gutters were spaced evenly throughout. Fans hanging from the ceiling slowly turned, and Tricia noticed several security cameras placed in strategic positions, pointed down at them.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair watched the women as he followed them in. He took careful note of their body language and behavior, kept a look at what they looked at and who they looked at. The spiky haired woman clad in leather was definitely one he was going to have to keep his eyes on. She had the look and bearing of someone that had been in prison before and would thrive in here. already she was picking out who to threaten and who to stay away from and in this bunch that was no one. She appeared to be the top dog. Once she was inside though she would quickly find her place.

There were several others that had a similar look to her, although they kept their heads down and seemed resigned to their fate. Obviously they had also been inside before, but they were not looking forward to the experience again or were psyching themselves up and getting back into the mindset you needed to survive as a prisoner.

There were a lot of newcomers and he could smell the fear coming off them.None of them really knew what to expect of course but everyone had heard stories of what prison life was like. That along with their new surroundings always scared them silly. They tended to huddle into themselves and look around them with scared quick glances. He observed them all and then glanced at the two who intrigued him the most.

The blonde he had noticed earlier was wincing visibly as she looked all around her. Scared didn't begin to describe her, she was so out of her depth she needed SCUBA gear to get to the surface.He wondered what she had done to get sent here as she didn't really seem like the criminal type.

The other was the girl in red. She seemed to be taking everything in her stride but he was pretty sure that she had never seen the inside of a prison before. He based that on a few of the things she did and reacted to but he could be wrong. The problem was she was so comfortable he knew there was something going on with her but he just couldn't put his finger on it and he hated a mystery. A mystery in a prison could get you killed, so he was going to have to sort this out and fast.

He took his place along with Butterworth and Wells and faced the women. If they thought what had already happened to them had been bad, wait until they found out what was going to happen to them now.

 

[RennyStyle]

"Halt and face front!" The girls stopped at their new line and turned, facing the guards.

The criminal chuckled to herself, not bothering to straighten our her posture, but kept her eyes locked on the man in charge, telegraphing that he had no effect on her.

One of the minor guards in the room, a scrawny young man barely out of high school, had noticed the prostitute walk in and his eyes had been glued to her since. She noticed and gave him a smoldering look. The new guy was instantly hard, it was impossible not to be. His first processing was not going to be easy for him.

The criminal leaned forward to get a better look at the eye-fucking going on down there. This would be a lot more fun with someone inside who was DTF, and a guard that easy to wrap around the finger can't be bad, either.

"Yeah, get him." She whispered to the pro, not caring if the guards could hear her or not.

Tricia tried to shush her.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

"Right," began Wells in a bored tone. "Welcome to your new home. Lovely isn't it," he grinned. "For the next however long you have been sentenced to, you will be living here within these walls and be under the watchful eye of myself and every other guard stationed here. Many of you may have noticed the cameras around the place. They are for your protection. This prison has one of the lowest incident rates of prisoner on prisoner crime's in the country. We frown on any form of it and will come down hard on it. A basic fight will cost you time in solitary and maybe time added to your sentence, if a weapon is involved that added time is assured. You don't want to fight within these walls ladies or you will be staying here a long time."

He made sure they had properly taken in his message before he continued.

"Well first things first. You have to be searched, then deloused, then showered, then dressed in prison uniforms. Officer Blair, Butterworth, and I will be conducting those searches. One thing to get used to in here ladies, the male guards have the right to touch you, There is none of that Political bullshit in here. Step out of line and you will be slapped down by whoever is closest, that includes that hulking piece of man mountain over there," he said pointing at Blair.

He watched as the women processed this piece of news and smiled as even the leather clad one blanched a little. "Right let's start with.." he began when another guard walked through the gate and up to him whispering in his ear. "Ah fuck," he muttered. The only good thing about this detail was the searches and seeing the new inmates naked and now that was being denied him. His face grew red but an order from the Warden couldn't be ignored. "Blair I have to go and see the Warden. Your in charge. Get these women inducted fast." If he couldn't have fun then neither could they. He stormed off with the guard and the gate clanged shut behind him.

Blair stared at where Wells had left then turned to Butterworth and smiled. "Right," he growled looking them over. "Grace," he barked at the young guard. The newbie jumped and looked at him almost guiltily. "Unlock that one on the far end," he said pointing to one of the timid newcomers. "We will start with her and show you how it is done."

Grace almost fumbled the keys as he first unlocked the chain the connected the long chain to the others then marched her to the designated spot then unlocked her feet then wrists draping the restraints over his arms.

Blair and Butterworth stood in front and behind the woman. "Arms up prisoner," Blair commanded and then began to expertly pat her down explaining all the time to the other two guards and pitching his voice loud enough so that the prisoners could hear as well.

"You start with their hands, you never know who is stupid enough to try something as basic as that. Always rub your hands firmly along the skin, people have been known to try to smuggle small items lodged underneath it. Now down the arms and especially in the arm pits a favorite place to hide stuff. In the hair and behind the ears. Along the neck," he continued as he moved around to the front. "Open your mouth," he ordered and the trembling woman complied as he ran his finger around first inside then along her gums. "Search the whole mouth, especially the cheeks. If you feel they are about to bite clip them about the head and grab their tongue and pull. Let them bite that instead." He grinned as he saw a couple of the older women wince. It was an old trick for them to bite but he had learned how to handle it.

Next he proceeded down her chest rubbing her breasts and lifting them up to check underneath. It was hard to feel through the material of the long, plain back dress she was wearing but he was used to doing this and knew what to look for. Besides they would be getting checked a little later as well. He spent a little longer than was necessary but not to long it was noticeable. "Check again for blades hidden here as females think you won't and underneath as well. Remember to lift them up, big breasted women make good use of their over hang. This one however doesn't have much. Nicely rounded and perky." he watched her blush and a look of pleasure lit her face before she remembered where she was and what was being done to her. He then continued down her body front and back and then her legs then back up. He grabbed her waistband and and circled his finger inside it and then looked her in the eye. "So far she is clean but there are two areas left to check," he said smiling slightly.

He removed two gloves from his belt, a blue and a white one. "Remember rookie, white for the front and blue for the rear, although after awhile it will be obvious. Never change them, we don't want these women to get an infection." He moved the woman's panties aside and stuck one of his large fingers inside of her and twirled it around. "Don't be afraid to stick it right in. A lot will hide stuff deep inside because most only stick their finger in up to the first knuckle.get it right in there." He pulled it out Then turned her around and after applying a little bit of lube again slid her panties aside and stuck his finger inside her ass this time using the blue clad one. Again he inserted it deep and twirled it around before pulling it out with an audible pop.

"Right this one is clear. Grace you take her to the delousing stage and powder her down. Then chain her to the bench and get your butt back here. Butterworth get the next prisoner and conduct the search, let's get this done fast and efficient people."

Blair watched as she walked off. He was already counting off prisoners so he would get the two he wanted. He was also planning it so that they would all be present for the search of the leather clad one, just in case.

 

[RennyStyle]

The prostitute smirked. She was paid to be felt up like that. Rosario, the criminal, chuckled. Nothing she couldn't handle. These boys in black were going to have their hands full.

Tricia watched as the searched woman was led away, realizing that it was only the woman's dress that kept her from being exposed in front of everyone in the room. She hoped that these searches would be conducted in private, or at least not in front of the other inmates. She wanted to ask, but didn't want to paint herself as a target for Rosario, or risk getting the attention of that mountain of a man Officer Blair. She read his nametag and used it to pray against the chance of getting stuck with him. She didn't like the idea of those fingers on her.

The young and inexperienced Mr Grace approached the searched woman. "Hands behind your head." The woman obeyed, and Mr Grace frog-marched her towards the back, trying to hurry, but kept glancing back over his shoulder at the prostitute in red, hoping that Blair or Butterworth didn't see the obvious look of affection on his face. The pro, Yasmine, saw him and gave him a little underhanded goodbye wave to trip him up.

"Five bucks bashful there doesn't fuck her." Rosario whispered to Tricia. "Tries, but fails. Cum splattered all over his trousers. You want in on this?"

"Leave me alone." Tricia tried to whisper back.

Butterworth unlocked the shackles to another inmate, Sharon, and dragged her by the arm to the other side of the wall. Unlike the demonstration girl, Sharon had chosen to dress in a tank top, skinny jeans, and boots.

"Strip, get all that shit off." Butterworth ordered Sharon, "then plant your hands on the wall with your legs spread."

Sharon glared at Butterworth and peeled her tank top off, then her black bra, dropping them carelessly into her plastic bin. Tricia got an eyeful as Sharon bared her breasts to the line of inmates.

So much for private searches. Tricia thought to herself.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair had gone easy on the first girl, but he guessed Butterworth's way was probably the sensible approach. It made it easier to search the prisoner and to see if they were carrying anything. The thing was he had a thing for slowly breaking down a prisoners will, and allowing them to remain dressed while he searched them was part of that.

He loved running his hands over a fully clad woman, knowing she couldn't do a thing about it. It was actually more humiliating than if he had them strip, because that made it so impersonal. With them being dressed it was like they could be anywhere and he was frisking them. Also because he was hiding their assets from their fellow prisoners it often caused some jealousy to develop. Of course that was quickly thrown out the window after the next stage.

Walking over to the line he unlocked the next prisoner and pulled her over. It was an older lady, but she still had a good looking body. He had pegged her as having been in before but one to keep her head down. She was dressed in a simple white shirt and grey pants. "Your not going to give me any trouble are you Darling," he asked as he undid her ankle cuffs and stood up. She shook her head no and he smiled. "I thought not. You've been through this before so you behave and we will get it done quickly."

He undid her cuffs and then held her arms up while he checked her hands and then down her arms. She stood still as he quickly checked her over then motioned for her to remove her pants. He then used his gloves to check her again and then motioned for Grace to come collect her.

It was looking good. Butterworth was still going with hers as he suspected. After all that prisoner was good looking and he suspected Butterworth had either Bisexual leanings or was out rightly fully Lesbian. He didn't work with her much except on these sort's of assignments. He knew why he was here, and he knew they needed a female guard as per regulations, but her name seemed to come up an awful lot and she often left with a smile on her face.

Blair didn't give a shit though. If that was what she was into, who cared as long as it didn't interfere with his plans. He went and got the next prisoner inline, the Red dressed puzzle maker. Now was his chance to find out what it was about her that was giving him such a headache.

"Okay red right this way," he told her as he pulled her towards the inspection zone. "So what do we have here. They let you into the court in a dress like this?" he chuckled as he ran his hand down her side admiring the expensive material. "Lady this dress costs more than I make in probably a month." He smiled as he took off her ankle chains and then her wrists. Pitching his voice so only she could hear he muttered, "I would swear you have never been in jail before but you are acting to casually for my liking. This tells me two things. One, your familiar with the law and cops, and two your comfortable in this type of setting. Of course that leads me to a few conclusions. Either you are a cop, used to be a cop, or the one I am actually leaning towards your a pro."

He saw her eyes widen at that and he held her arms up as he started to go through his routine again. "My question is this. Hookers, no matter how expensive, do not end up here. They get processed and pay a fine or maybe do 30 days in county, not hard time. So what are you doing here Missy. Who did you kill, or..." Blairs hands stopped for a second as he was searching her armpits then he quickly moved on and over her breasts. "Aww shit you fucked someone you shouldn't or saw something you shouldn't have right?"

His hands roamed her body and even as he processed what he was deducing he was still appreciating what he was feeling. This was no twenty dollar hooker he was frisking. She must have cost a pretty penny, maybe in the thousands a night and he was getting to feel her up for free.

"Fine. I tell you what. If your ever in trouble get word to me. I will find out where you are getting put and I will keep an eye out for you if things get bad. Of course I am going to need a little something in return, but that is nothing new to you is it?" he smiled.

He lifted up her dress and checked her just as thoroughly as the others, although it was a little easier to get his finger in her ass. Smiling he nodded at her and yelled for Grace and handed her off. Well it seemed like he might have made one new friend. Now he just had to go through these others until he got to the blonde.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia watched the next girl in line get taken by Butterworth. So much for prayer, Blair's hands were going to be all over her very soon.

Mr. Grace took Red by the arm and led her to the next room. Inside, the other new inmates stood naked, facing a tile wall with their fingers interlocked behind their heads.

Without being prompted, Grace began to explain. "What's going to happen is that you're going to strip for me, put your clothes in the bin, then stand in line with the others. We'll hose you all down, then you'll shower together, and be sent to your wings."

He took a seat.

"Slowly. Undress slowly. Do you understand?"

Red nodded. She bent over to take off her high heeled shoes, and placed them in the plastic bin. She then reached over to her dress straps, lightly pulling them down off her shoulders, seductively. She was used to stripping for clients, and this Mr. Grace was no different in her mind.

Grace crossed his legs, putting some pressure on his hard cock as he watched his live striptease.

Red turned and dragged the zipper of her dress down slowly, leading Grace's eyes down. The dress fell to the floor, revealing a red lace thong underneath. She pulled it down and stepped out of it, then collected it neatly in her hands and placed it in the bin. She folded her dress and put it in as well, then closed the lid.

She looked up at Grace with practiced fuck me eyes.

"Put it on the shelf and join the other women." Grace struggled to say.

Red nodded and obeyed, while Grace wished he had the time and courage to whip his cock out and take care of this torment.

Red put her things away, then stepped to the wall and posed with the other women.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair smiled. It had taken awhile, but finally he had worked his way down to the pretty blonde number. As he approached her she looked like a little rabbit caught in a car's headlights. She stood frozen in fear, trembling while staring at him. He smiled as he slowly crouched down and undid her chain. Then looking at the leather clad woman he smiled as he attached the chain to the pipe at the end of the hall, effectively chaining her up twice.

"Stay right there pretty birdy, I will be back for you in a second," He told her blowing her a kiss as he led Blondie away.

He got her to the inspection point then decided to have some fun. He led her to the wall where Butterworth had been doing all her searches and smiled at her. "Sorry honey, that suit is just too much. You are going to have to take the whole thing off. Just take everything off and place it all in your bin."

He smiled as he stood close behind her and waited.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia unbuttoned her jacket in a huff and let is slide off, folding it up and plopping it into the bin at her feet. She followed with the remaining buttons on her blouse, it was already open a little, undid her cuff buttons, and removed that as well, leaving her in her demi-cut bra and necklace.

She unzipped her skirt but had to shimmy it down her long legs. She stepped out and put it in the bin with the same amount of care.

She stood in her heels, bra, and lace panties.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair smiled and gave a low whistle at the sight of the woman's body. It wasn't just her face that was beautiful but the rest of her matched. Her breasts were perfect for her and she had a trim waist that led down to her long bloody legs. The way she was positioned gave him the perfect view of her trim tight ass and he couldn't wait to get his hands on it. First things first though.

He grabbed her hands hand moved them above her head and started to search them, then ran his hands down her arms. Where as he had done this quickly with the other girls, he took it a tad slower with her and a little more sensual. Just enough that it might be noticed, but not enough that it would really draw attention.

He did the same when he searched her armpits then her breasts, through her bra, then he shook his head. "This bra is too thick, it is going to have to go. Take it off prisoner and put it in the bin."

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia held back a shudder as his hands moved over her skin, caressing her coldly. She had seen how he treated the other women, and now those hands, those fingertips, were on her and she couldn't do anything about it. She was so aware that his order, which he had almost whispered to her, was as loud as a loudspeaker.

She shuddered for real as she reached back and found the hook of her bra with her fingers and unsnapped it, gently opening it and carefully slid the straps down her shoulders. Thankfully no one was facing her as she exposed herself, her bare breasts settling as she carefully dropped her bra into the bin. She had better get it back, she doubted these men would understand how hard finding the right bra can be.

In nothing but her panties, Tricia reached back and put her hands back behind her head, waiting for the search to resume, and dreading what was about to come.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair smiled as he moved up behind her and pushed his crotch into her ass, letting her feel his hardness as he reached around her and caressed her breasts, running his hands all around them, before tweaking her nipples and rolling them in his fingers. Quickly before anyone noticed he then moved his right hand under her right breast and lifted it up and searched underneath it with his left, then did the same with her left.

Moving down her body he made sure to check every inch of her body, helping her out of her shoes and placing them in the box casually, even though he knew how expensive they were. he then checked the soles of her feet, checking to see if she was ticklish at the same time, then his hands moved up again.

He came to her panties and he ran his fingers over them, finding a small moist patch before he shoved a small amount into her and twisting his finger inside of her. He moved up her slit and rubbed her clit before moving back down.

"It's no good, these are too tight. Strip em off. You my as well be naked for the next step anyway and it will make my job easier,' he commanded.

 

[RennyStyle]

Right, Tricia thought to herself, pissed at the sensation of your finger trying to push inside her, because the most important thing for me right now is to make your life easier.

She continued facing forward, trying not to visibly react to his handling, and placed her thumbs in her waistband. She stepped forward to get off of Blair's blatant erection and slid her panties down her long legs, bending over at the waist.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

As soon as she bent over Blair stepped forward. He had already slipped his gloves on and he placed his blue clad one on the middle of her back holding her down as he slid not one but two fingers deep inside her pussy. He moved them around and even slid them in and out of her a few times, rubbing them along her upper wall and twisting them around inside her.

Then he pulled them out and changed hands. Smiling he placed his finger at her anal entrance. "Just try to relax and this will go easier." Not really caring though he twisted his finger up into her and steadily buried it up her ass. Once it was fully buried in her he moved it in and out, twisting it around and around.

"Hmm not sure about this. It feels like there is something in here," he smiled. "Going to have to inspect it more." He put another finger beside the first and slowly inserted it as well, stretching her out even more as he twisted them both inside of her. "Nope, just a false alarm," he said withdrawing them with an audible pop as her ass gaped a bit before shrinking back down. "Still I have to be thorough. Pick up your bin prisoner and follow officer Grace."

He watched her walk off and smiled. Oh he would be looking her up once she was processed. Maybe he could get something on her and make her one of his prison bitches. She looked to be just his type. Turning he looked at the last prisoner and grimaced. He just knew she was going to be trouble and although he had ways of dealing with troublesome prisoners he wished she would just behave. It was just easier on everyone.

Walking over he signaled Butterworth to join him. "So are you going to make this easy or hard," he asked her.

 

[RennyStyle]

The fingers inside caught Tricia completely by surprise. Before she could protest, they were deep inside her, stimulating her. She clenched her eyes shut, wincing, trying to make a sound but only breathed in sharply. When his fingers retracted, she was about to speak when she felt them enter the tighter entrance.

"Fuck! Fuck!" She called out instinctively but it was nothing more than anguished squeaks. Her whole body contorted in reaction to those fat fingers rooting around inside her. She'd never felt anything like this. Painful, but also stimulating in a way she hadn't expected, but never wanted to experience again.

She was relieved when he was finally done with her. She couldn't believe what she had just been put through, what had been done to her. She couldn't picture it in her head. oR maybe her sanity wouldn't let her.

She collected her bin and hustled to the next room.

"So," she heard Blair behind her address the criminal, "are you going to make this easy or hard?"

"I don't know." The criminal answered. "Aren't you already hard?"



When Tricia turned the corner to the next room, she found the other inmates in a line facing the wall, and Mr. Grace hunched over himself, fly open and cock in hand, furiously masturbating.

"Oh my god!" Tricia reacted without thinking.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Grace turned away in shame. "Look, just put your bin on the shelfe and get in line with the others! Now! Move!"

Tricia quickly did as she was told, shoving the bin into place and jogging to the wall to find a place next to Red. The two ladies shared a glance as Grace tried to finish himself off.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair looked at the punk styled woman and sighed. So she was going to be like this. Well they had ways of greeting inmates like this.

She was still chained up by one hand to the pipe so he just walked over and grabbed her other hand exerting pressure on it to the point where another tight squeeze would probably cause bones to break. He then signaled Butterworth to release the other hand and they led her to a small eyelet set in the floor where both cuffs were put in place effectively putting her in a permanent bending over position.

"Now see what happens when you are rude," Blair told her calmly as he began to search her arms. He then came to her leather top and clucked his tongue. "Oh dear this will have to go but you are chained up and have indicated you are not going to co operate. How are we going to get it off Officer Butterworth?" he smirked.

She smirked back and held up a knife she had been secretely carrying for any prisoners that tried this sort of thing.

"Oh excellent suggestion," he smiled. "Would you do the honors."

As she placed the knife onto the jacket Blair looked into the prisoners face grabbing her chin and jerking it up. "This is what playing Miss Bitch get's you."

 

[RennyStyle]

A mix of curiosity and boredom made Tricia want to turn around, or to say something. She wasn't used to being pointlessly naked this long. Normally she would be in the bath, or making love, or sunbathing on vacation. Right now she had been standing in this position for five minutes, hearing nothing but Mr. Grace trying to bring himself to climax while staring at her naked body.

Tricia glanced sideways, the other inmates were getting restless too. Except for Red. A professional, she was probably used to this sort of thing.

Tricia couldn't believe she was looking forward to going into a cell. Anything to stop this endless waiting.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair and Butterworth walked a pissed but more subdued Punk into the shower area. She was now naked and carried the remains of her precious outfit in her tray. They had cut it off her piece by piece slowly, taking great delight in her anger and frustration, but she had finally quit struggling when they had started on her pants.

They directed her to stand up against the wall like the others and Blair shook his head at Grace. "For fucks sake man. Put it back in your pants and get the hose."

Grace slunk off, tucking himself in and grabbed a large red hose attached to the wall and brought it back handing it to Blair. Smiling he grabbed it with both hands and turned to face the ladies.

"We have a policy here that no prisoner is allowed in with any lice, fleas, bedbugs or any other type of insect or bug that can infect the beds or cells we are putting them into. We used to have you wash with a special soap or douse you with a powder, but we found many prisoners were able to avoid those measures. However with this new system it takes all the guess work out of it."

Turning on the hose a thick pinkish liquid sprayed out at high pressure and hit the first prisoner on her back. He coated her from top to toe and moved on down the line while Butterworth examined her then had her spin around. Blair smiled as he proceeded all the way down the line, telling some of the women to spread their legs further apart or raise their arms higher.

Once he had made it to the end he shut it off and walked back to the head of the line again. "I suggest you keep your eyes closed until officer Butterworth gives you the all clear ladies. This stuff burns like chilli pepper and won't wash out for hours. As you can see it sticks to you and needs a special soap to wash off. Keep your arms raised though and your legs wide apart and when you are done you will be taken to the showers."

He held up the hose and watched as the first prisoner screwed her eyes tightly shut. Then he opened it up and played it over her body. As he had said it was easy to tell what parts he had missed. The spray hit her and stuck, coating it in a layer of pink gel. He just had to look for skin and cover it. He made sure to get every inch of her, then move on to the next woman.

Butterworth had a small bucket and sponge just in case he had missed any parts, and a small rag to clean their eyes. Once checked and cleaned she pointed them towards the showers and the lukewarm water awaiting them. There was special soap waiting for them as well as shampoo that would rinse the gunk from their bodies and hair.

By the time Blair got to Red and Blondie he was aroused and he took his time running the stuff slowly down their bodies, paying special attention to their breasts and private areas. He had already made up his mind that he would be paying special attention to the blonde and maybe the red head as well. It always paid to keep your options open.

Smiling he moved on and finished off with the punk, moving forward a little so she was hit with a little extra force. Finally he shut off the hose and handed it back to Grace and watched as the rookie went to roll it back up. He would have to keep an eye on the guy. He was getting too excited and if Blair decided to do anything he might have to send him away before he did.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia clenched as she felt that strange, cold pink fluid splash against her body, clinging to her skin and slowly trickling down her curves. The thick stuff came on cold, but she soon found her skin tingling, but not quite burning. She stood there, temporarily blind and deaf, and felt the pink stuff slip down her stomach and drip off her crotch, onto her feet and the floor.

Butterworth let her stand there, looking like like a bubblegum gimp as she watched Blair forcefully hose down the punk. Tricia could almost hear the punk curse and spit as she slowly became Tricia's twin.

Blair said something disparaging to the punk, but Tricia couldn't make it out. All she could focus on was her brightly colored dehumanization.

Butterworth reached out and wiped the stuff off of Tricia's eyes, letting her see again. She saw Grace collect the hose, then saw the punk. She thought they must have looked like victims of the world's biggest explosive gum ball. And while Tricia had not seen the punk undress, like this she was able to see the woman's beautiful curves. She found herself staring when Butterworth wiped off the punk's eyes.

"What the fuck are you staring at, queenie?" The punk asked Tricia.

Tricia looked away.

"What the fuck with this cotton candy shit, piggie?" The punk called out to Blair.

"Shower, ladies." Butterworth ordered.

"Keep your eyes on yourself in there," the punk whispered to Tricia, "of I'll claw them out. Don't think that I can't."

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair walked up between the two of them and shoved them apart with his baton. "Break it up you two. I won't have any fights on my watch. Now move it into the shower room."

The women were herded into the next room where a series of shower heads poked out from a tiled wall. They were all locked in place eight feet up and pointed out at a 125 degree angle from the wall. A round button was placed about four feet up from the floor directly below it.

As each woman chose a shower head to stand below, or was nudged towards one, Blair took up a stance in the middle of the room. "You ladies may notice that there are no taps for you to turn on. This is a safety feature. The button activates the shower and a heat controlled stream will be dispensed out of the head. Do not attempt to adjust the flow as this can not be done. Do not attempt to adjust the angle as this can not be done. The shower heads are solid and do not move, nor can they be removed."

As he got into his speech, Blair began to stride back and forth across the room making sure he looked each woman in the eye as he did so. It was almost as if he was the drill sergeant and they were the bunch of raw recruits.

"Each one of you will wash all of this pink gunk off yourselves swiftly and thoroughly. Anyone we catch taking their time will be given a prod along with one of these," he said holding up his baton, 'And you may not like where we stick it. Although then again, maybe some of you will," he said grinning at Red, "However I can assure you if we need to remind you twice you definitely will not."

He stared them all down then continued on. "There will be no talking, no hijinks and definitely no fighting. Punishment will be swift and severe. Myself, Butterworth and Grace are here to make sure all rules are carried out. If we feel you are not doing as you are told then you can and will be reprimanded. Ladies as you may have come to realize, there is no privacy here. You are being guarded by males 24/7 and they will lay hands on you. If you have a problem with this please, take it up with someone who gives a shit. You gave up your rights the moment you did your crime."

Smiling he nodded to Grace who turned a handle that was near the door. "Right your showers are now on. Push your buttons and get scrubbing. Believe me, the water won't be hot but it's not cold either. We will be able to see you at all times and if we don't like what we see, then maybe we might just get someone else to wash you. Officer Grace has been just itching to get his hands on somebody," he chuckled as the young man blushed and even Butterworth cracked a smile. "Or maybe I will just get one of your new inmates to do it for you. Hell they may even take a liking to it and you can meet up once you are safely inside."

He saw hands fly to the buttons and the water started to flow as the pink gel sluiced off them and down the drain. Smiling he began to walk keeping a firm watch on what was going on.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia made sure to side step the punk and find a spout near Red and Sharon, the more demure prisoners that she felt safer around. She stood and listened to Blair's spiel.

"...there is no privacy here. You are being guarded by males 24/7 and they will lay hands on you. If you have a problem with this please, take it up with someone who gives a shit. You gave up your rights the moment you did your crime." Blair spat out to the girls.

What about those of us who are innocent? Tricia wanted to ask. She hadn't done anything wrong, just railroaded by the system and flushed into a cold, faceless system.

When he was done, Tricia's hand hit her button and the warm water began to rain down on her. What she would have given for her old massage head, or even a hand unit to get the hard-to-reach places. She closed her eyes and let it pour over her.

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The punk started scrubbing, realizing it was going to take some work to get this shit off of her. She wanted to be out of here, she knew there would be members of her gang on the inside.

Without speaking, Red turned her back on Sharon, letting out an unspoken request for the other inmate to do her back. The asian woman began scrubbing, carefully running her hands over Red's lush curves.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Blair watched the prisoners as Butterworth and Grace did the same from their sides. He walked back and forth and for the most part, they all seemed to be doing their best to wash away the foam. Then he caught sight of the Blonde. She was standing under the water and just allowing it to run over her like she was having a casual shower at home.

Stalking up behind her he leaned in and then practically yelled in her ear while smacking her across the ass with his baton. "You are not at home now you stupid bitch. When I tell you to wash, you wash. Maybe my instructions were to hard for you. Perhaps you need someone to show you how it is done."

Smiling he looked around and saw how vigorously the Punk was scrubbing herself. Yes she would do. "Right you," he said pointing to her, "Get over here and show Miss slow here exactly how to clean herself."

He stepped back as he saw a gleam appear in the gang woman's eyes as she moved across and began to vigorously scrub the blondes body, paying particular attention to her breasts. Smiling he went back to stalking up and down, the others actually picking up the pace on their washing now.

 

[RennyStyle]

Tricia let out a yell when that baton smacked her in the ass. "Fuck!" What the fuck was that? Shit. She exhaled. "I was just-- I needed a second, that's all." Her hands clutched her sore, red ass and she pressed her head against the wall. "Fuck!" The water continued pouring down on her, rolling down her back.

She could barely get any time to protest before the punk began approaching her. Tricia wanted to slip away, but the punk was able to grab onto her easily. The punk's hand firmly grasped Tricia's side as the other hand began forcefully rubbing up and down Tricia's back. She tried to squirm away, to escape those fingers, but she couldn't.

"I gotcha now." The punk whispered.

"Let go of me."

"I can make that sore ass feel better. Much better. Unless you like pain, I can give you that, too."