Officer Burridge let Mrs. Shelby out of the cell and she disappeared without wasting time for parting pleasantries while he came back to the table. The old guard unlocked the padlock attaching Melissa’s hands to the table.
“There, young lady. You should get some sleep now. It’s 8pm now and your day may start as early as 5am tomorrow.”
“Thank you” – said Melissa.
The guard frowned – “Remember that Mrs. Shelby told you that you can speak only as long as she’s here. Now stand here, raise your head and keep it straight.”
Melissa sighed in frustration and anger, wanted to protest, but managed to contain her emotions. She dropped her handcuffed hands in front of her, and held her face up. She already figured what was coming as the guard raised his hand. What followed was a fairly hard slap on her cheek – opposite from the one punished before.
“All done” – said the guard gently – “always make sure that you follow orders very closely so I won’t have to do things like this. I don’t really enjoy punishing pretty girls, but there are some people around here who do. Alright now, have a good night!”
Melissa, wiser this time, only nodded her head in response to the guard’s words. The doors of the cell soon slammed shut and once again she was alone. She decided to take the guard’s advice and try to get some sleep. There was a thin blanket on top of the cot in which she promptly wrapped herself. For a little while, Melissa shifted around nervously and had thoughts racing through her mind once again, but soon the toll of the day’s events proved enough to let her plunge into a deep sleep.
End of Chapter 4
Chapter 5 – The burden of gravity
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was just coming over the horizon and casting its marvelous golden ambiance onto the ground below. In the midst of the illuminated surface lay a gray brick compound surrounded by a tall, barbed wire fence. There were few windows in the whole structure whose purpose was certainly far removed from providing any aesthetic beauty. One would need to morph into a small bird to be able to find any openings in the imposing building. Suppose that such shape shifting were possible – a person could find their way through a tiny ventilation opening between the bricks near the ceiling, venture down empty and sterile hallways, sneak through the elevator leading underground, and emerge on a corridor rhythmically called “Cell block C”.
If this bird had any human male-like instincts, he would be well advised to stop in front of a door engraved with a locally relevant symbol of C-37. Inside, a beautiful young girl was serenely enjoying the final moments of a well deserved sleep. Sometime during the night, she has thrown off a thin cotton blanket serving to provide her as the only means of covering her naked body. She wasn’t aware of it – the only thing that mattered was a delightful relaxation afforded by being disconnected from the troubles of reality – even if just temporarily. Her hands, though unaccustomed to being confined within tight iron bracelets, were resting leisurely near her face. Melissa was sleeping peacefully despite the circumstances and her face was showing an angelic expression indicative of a clear conscience. At least in her mind, not unlike any common criminal, this prisoner believed to be innocent of any crimes and a victim of scheming or wrong doing by others.
Presently, a sense of remembrance was starting to peek through the hazy veil of her dreams. One by one, the oft traumatic events of the previous day began to flow into Melissa’s mind. It only took a short while before she had full command of her normal, waking-hour perceptive abilities. Soon, she determined that her sleep disturbance was caused by a muffled cacophony of noises coming from outside her cell. There were sounds of shuffling steps, rustling of chains hitting against each other and dragging against the floor, shouted commands and banging at the doors. A short while later one pair of footsteps grew louder than the others and there was a loud knock on the door of Melissa’s cell. A little slot opened at eye-level and a male guard peeked through it making a quick scan.
“Get up, and order your bed! – invoked the guard. “Then stand on the yellow line with your back to the door. Keep you hands behind your head.”
Melissa startled at the authoritative tone of the guard’s voice. She still wasn’t used to being issued commands and it was grating on her to find that everybody around her suddenly seemed to have dominion over her person. Nonetheless, just a few seconds later, she got up gracefully from her little cot. She felt pretty good considering the circumstances and a natural instinct compelled to outstretch her handcuffed hands high above her head and arch her back almost parallel to the floor. A set of quiet yet satisfying cracking sounds in her back told her that her body appreciated the gesture. The guard, still peeking through the door slot, felt a sudden onrush of saliva in his mouth, accompanied with a tinge of electricity running along his back and a warm pleasant feeling in his loins – all at the sight of this chained young beauty. Being a professional that he was though, he soon managed to contain his urges and retain a pose of quiet confidence and stoic demeanor… at least for now.
Melissa did the best job she could to straighten up the thin blanket over the top of the cot and turned her eyes to the floor. There indeed was a short yellow line painted parallel to the door, about three steps away from the cell’s sealed gateway. The girl turned her back to the door and positioned her bare feet on the designated line. Then she hesitated a bit, raised her arms half way up, let them drop, and then finally raised them above and behind her head while knotting her fingers.
Shortly there was a characteristic sound of the heavy cell doors sliding open, followed by a higher pitched noise triggered by the inner bars being unlocked. Melissa could hear the guard step inside and position himself behind her. Her emotions built up quickly in anticipation and presently she was almost shivering from the mixture of fear, anxiousness and embarrassment. The guard got down on one knee within arms reach of Melissa’s lovely legs. A raindrop-like sound of chains hitting the hard cement floor reverberated through the cell.
“Spread your legs a foot apart.” – said the guard. Melissa complied and soon she felt a cold touch of iron around her left ankle and a ratcheting sound to accompany it. The same process repeated on her right ankle and a shiny pair of leg irons was now snuggly affixed around her lower extremities. The guard padlocked a chain between her leg chains and ran it up to and around her waist. It took a further two padlocks to adjust the waist chain to the circumference of Melissa’s slim waist and connect the slack to her handcuffs. All the while, the guard moved close behind Melissa’s body and unabashedly placed his hardening, trouser-covered manhood between the girl’s butt cheeks. He promptly, though regrettably backed off after completing the chaining process.
“Before I lead you out, I will do a body search. You will be searched this way on most days though it’s up to the attending officer whether to carry it out.”
The guard proceeded to first do a general pat down, which seemed ridiculous to Melissa since she wasn’t wearing any clothes, but the guard went about his business very methodically running his hands down her sides, back, stomach, and legs. He took a little time with Melissa’s awesome breasts taking each one fully in his hand and trying to lift it up – trying because the girl’s bosom, despite its ample size, seemed to defy gravity. No sagging could be reported even by the harshest critic. The same held true about Melissa’s finely crafted and toned behind, which presented a mouthwatering curvature. After the pat down, the guard took a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket.
“Open your mouth… wide.”
Melissa hesitated a bit, but complied and parted her lips. The guard unceremoniously cupped her chin with one hand, pulling down on it to further bare the girl’s teeth and placed the thumb of his other hand against the upper lip. He looked intently down Melissa’s gaping mouth moving his fingers to expose the crevices between her gums and cheeks first on the left and then on the right side. The effect of this intrusive procedure left Melissa feeling that she was treated like a horse at a market getting assessed by a prospective buyer. Certainly not a usual circumstance for a beautiful and pampered girl who just yesterday morning woke up in the comfort of her luxurious apartment and had breakfast brought to her bed by a hired Mexican maid. The guard continued his meticulous work by lifting Melissa’s tongue and looking under it. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of the girl’s mouth and pushed up on her jaw. Melissa breather a sigh of relief, but the worst was yet to come.
Without much of a warning, the guard lifted Melissa’s hands as far as the slack of the chain would allow, which was at breast level, knelt down and proceeded to part her delicate pussy lips. He brought his face close to Melissa’s vagina and started peering inside with the help of a small flashlight. Apparently, even that wasn’t quite enough to convince him that this girl wasn’t hiding contraband in her tight and almost virgin pussy for he shoved his gloved fingers inside the sweet canal and probed around. After a few seconds, the guard pulled his hand out and gave Melissa’s pussy a quick little rub as if to soothe it. He got up and walked behind the chained prisoner before hunching down once again.
“Bend forward and stay that way.” – came the guard’s order.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was coming and Melissa, being a smart girl that she was, could only muster another sigh – this time of frustration. Nonetheless she bent down obediently and even felt a slight tinge of excitement peeking through or maybe being fueled by her humiliation. The guard expertly parted her butt cheeks and looked intently at the girl’s anal cavity. Next came the intrusive finger probe though thankfully the guard showed some restraint and only pushed his finger, slowly and gently, maybe an inch inside Melissa’s exposed ass. The guard finally stood up and took off his gloves placing them in a little plastic bag, which he then put away in his pocket.
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