The girls were locked naked in individual cells. Each cell was six and a half feet deep and six feet wide. The ceiling towered ten feet over head with a single caged light fixture. The bed was a stainless steel tray that ran from the front to the back of the cell and was two feet wide. A stainless steel sink/commode combination was tucked in a back corner.
The cell door was steel with a peephole that opened only from outside the cells. The only sound was that of the air handler fan that seemed to be pumping rank warm moist air in from the sewer system. Their only communication came over a cheap speaker high overhead.
One at a time the women would be ordered to stand with their hands against the wall farthest from the door and to keep their eyes fixed on the wall. First was Messaline. She heard the heavy steel door open then boots on the concrete floor. A rather skimpy outfit was tossed on the bed and the guards ordered her to put it on. They watched with lust as she dressed as she made it as much and art getting dressed as many women do getting undressed. In her new attire and spiked heels that felt a size too small she was led handcuffed through dark corridors painted industrial green until the door opened to a brightly lit court room. At the bench sat the notorious Judge Nicolas ‘Nick’ Tree, known as “Hang ‘em High Tree” and great uncle of the hanging tree.
He gaveled the court to order and in a surprising soothing voice he said “Sheriff is there really any need for this pretty young thing to be inconvenienced with handcuffs? Get those things off of her. Now, Messaline… You are Messaline?”
“Yes… Yes, your honor.”
“And so polite for a youngster, that’s quite refreshing. Messaline, it says here you’re charged as an accomplice in a shoplifting and grand theft larceny plan. “
“But I didn’t…”
“Young lady, please, this is just a preliminary hearing. This isn’t your trial. The point of this is to determine if you should be held for further questioning, released on bail, or, hell, if you really want to you can plead guilty.”
“But I’m not guilty!”
“Then by all means, young lady, I suggest you don’t plead ‘Guilty’!” Judge Tree declared. He sighed and said “Unfortunately there is enough evidence that I am afraid I must have you held without bail for further questioning. Now if you would take those clothes off.”
“WHAT???” Messaline demanded.
“Young lady, I will not tell you again. Strip those clothes off or it will be done for you. I’d hate for your co-conspirators to be presented to this court in torn clothing.
Not believing what was transpiring, Messaline began to take the clothes off…
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The cell door was steel with a peephole that opened only from outside the cells. The only sound was that of the air handler fan that seemed to be pumping rank warm moist air in from the sewer system. Their only communication came over a cheap speaker high overhead.
One at a time the women would be ordered to stand with their hands against the wall farthest from the door and to keep their eyes fixed on the wall. First was Messaline. She heard the heavy steel door open then boots on the concrete floor. A rather skimpy outfit was tossed on the bed and the guards ordered her to put it on. They watched with lust as she dressed as she made it as much and art getting dressed as many women do getting undressed. In her new attire and spiked heels that felt a size too small she was led handcuffed through dark corridors painted industrial green until the door opened to a brightly lit court room. At the bench sat the notorious Judge Nicolas ‘Nick’ Tree, known as “Hang ‘em High Tree” and great uncle of the hanging tree.
He gaveled the court to order and in a surprising soothing voice he said “Sheriff is there really any need for this pretty young thing to be inconvenienced with handcuffs? Get those things off of her. Now, Messaline… You are Messaline?”
“Yes… Yes, your honor.”
“And so polite for a youngster, that’s quite refreshing. Messaline, it says here you’re charged as an accomplice in a shoplifting and grand theft larceny plan. “
“But I didn’t…”
“Young lady, please, this is just a preliminary hearing. This isn’t your trial. The point of this is to determine if you should be held for further questioning, released on bail, or, hell, if you really want to you can plead guilty.”
“But I’m not guilty!”
“Then by all means, young lady, I suggest you don’t plead ‘Guilty’!” Judge Tree declared. He sighed and said “Unfortunately there is enough evidence that I am afraid I must have you held without bail for further questioning. Now if you would take those clothes off.”
“WHAT???” Messaline demanded.
“Young lady, I will not tell you again. Strip those clothes off or it will be done for you. I’d hate for your co-conspirators to be presented to this court in torn clothing.
Not believing what was transpiring, Messaline began to take the clothes off…
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