Message-ID: <12711eli$9807051830@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: felix.dartmouth@archw.com (Felix Dartmouth) Subject: Bondage Text: PLK 11C (Roxanne in Detention) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: felix.dartmouth@archw.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <35a0f5ff.266784375@library.airnews.net> PLK 11 C (c) 1997 Felix Dartmouth All rights reserved Archives BBS WWW Site http://www.archw.com/ felix.dartmouth@archw.com She stood nude on the stone cold floor. The guard took her handcuffs in one hand, and Roxanne in the other, and lead her over to a bar several feet away. "Bend over the bar," she said. Roxanne did so, and she heard the guard put on a pair of latex gloves. Wincing and flushing with humiliation, she felt the finger inserted into her anus. She was wide-eyed as to how far the guard probed within her, and how long she remained inside her. Her vagina was given similar treatment. The handcuffs were next placed on her behind her back, and she stood nude and bound. "OK, let's get your mugshots done, then your fingerprints." Inexplicably, the woman took a length of rope, and tied it around Roxanne's waist with a knot at her bellybutton, then ran it through her crotch, and tied it up to the chain link between her handclasps. "Why is it necessary to do this for mugshots?" asked Roxanne, definitely steamed at being taken so advantage of. She tested the play that she had with the rope through her crotch, and found that she had quite a bit. In fact, she could lift her 'cuffed wrists to the center of her back. "Just additional security measures," explained the guard kindly. "But don't worry, the photo will just be of your head and shoulders. Now let's get those elbows tightly trussed, too." She spun the helpless Roxanne around, and quickly circled Roxanne's slim upper arms with cord, and after several circles, pulled them together, knotted the ends, and ran the rope between the elbows, to form a firm cinch. Being tied this way was nothing new to Roxanne, of course, but she had never been tied that way nude and she looked down and was embarrassed to see that her breasts jutted out at attention, with the tips firmly erect. The woman then took the crotch cord, and tightened it carefully, making sure that it bisected Roxanne's most sensitive area. Roxanne became quite moist with the treatment, as much as she protested this fact to herself. "Allright, now, we'll get your hair combed for your photo. Just because this is a mugshot, doesn't mean that you don't have to look your best." Roxanne was lead over to a mirror where she regarded herself bound, standing up with an arched back to ease the pressure on the vagina, with a cord circled about her waist disappearing in the brown fur of her pubic hair. Her golden brown hair was slightly mussed, but not nearly so much as it could have been considering that her hands had been bound the entire evening, and that she had been arrested. The woman guard rather expertly combed her hair, and it did look a good deal better. "How about some makeup to keep your nose from shining?" the woman said cheerfully. "Well, there was some with my things," said Roxanne, although she did not feel that she owned property the way that she was treated. "Maybe if you could untie my wrists and elbows . . " The woman ignored her request, but looked into her purse and found a small makeup kit. She took foundation, and patted it onto Roxanne's nose. Roxanne stood at attention, and did not understand why this mugshot had to be quite such an artistic event, but saw no real reason to argue. She was then lead over to the backdrop, and noticed that the camera was further away than she really thought it should be for just a head- and-shoulders shot. "Allright, smile," said the guard cheerfully. Roxanne did so, and a flash went off. "Now, stand up very straight, and turn a quarter turn to the left. Roxanne did so, and she was photographed at various angles, including directly to the back, principally to show off her bondage. "How are you going to fingerprint me with these handcuffs on?" asked Roxanne. "Simple," replied the woman guard, "we take the 'cuffs off, but leave your elbows bound. That way we can get you fingerprinted, and handcuffed back up sooner than you think." "Very efficient of you," said Roxanne rolling her eyes. Taking her by the hair, the guard pulled her over to the fingerprint table, and undid her handcuffs. The table was low, and most prisoners were fingerprinted sitting down, but Roxanne, standing, was able to be fingerprinted by bending over and placing her fingers on the pad with the guard's firm assistance. Her wrists were allowed to dangle uncuffed, but still stringently bound at the elbows. "Now," asked the guard, "typically we don't allow prisoners to wear their own clothes when held in administrative detention for security reasons because weapons and other contraband can be concealed in the clothing. So, we have a special transparent garb for you that you will have to wear." She pulled out a small pouch that appeared to contain a plastic raincoat, and upon opening it, Roxanne saw that it did indeed contain a plastic raincoat. "You can't keep me in that, that's almost like being in the nude!" Roxanne cried, horrified. "Not at all, dear. You see that there are darkened portions here over your breasts and pubic hair, and there are even slacks. Actually, it's all court approved for administrative detention of female prisoners. It may be a little hot in the plastic, but you'll be showered off before you're turned over to your friends. But, if you don't want to put it on, we can put you into your gown and cuffs and put you on the bus with the men to the county facility until Wednesday." "Wednesday!", cried Roxanne. "I am supposed to see the judge on Monday! I have classes to attend!" "Well, Miss Hoity Toity, didn't they tell you? The judge went fishing, and won't be back until Wednesday morning. In fact, he usually sees the men first, and the women are kept chained up in a coffle at the back of the courtroom until they are seen in alphabetical order, and with your name, Oxford, you might even be held up till Friday, or through next weekend. Now, let's get you untied and into this plastic outfit, unless you prefer the jail." "Go ahead, I'll do whatever you say. Get me dressed up." sighed Roxanne resignedly. With difficulty, the guard began to untie the tight knots about Roxanne's elbows, then because they were too tight, she decided to use a knife. Roxanne breathed in sharply as the knife severed her elbow bindings, and she felt the rush of fresh blood course back into her arms and hands. She was allowed to stand for a moment and message her elbows, but then she was helped into the plastic garment. There were plastic strips along the back that were pulled tightly and fastened, and about the neck, a special collar that wrapped about her throat several times before being taped. The "blouse" fit perfectly about her torso, and was in fact even like a bra in that it not only hugged her breasts, but it hugged each of them individually. The sleeves were a bit looser than the rest of the costume, and came to cuffs of tape, which the guard taped tightly about her wrists. As the guard promised, the area around her breasts were darker, although flesh colored, were opaque, so her nipples were not visible except as hard bumps under the thin plastic. Roxanne still had not been handcuffed, so she experimented with her range of movement in the plastic. It really was quite comfortable, although it already was becoming warm, despite the cool airconditioning inside the jail. The pants were next. Roxanne placed her hand on the shoulder of the guard, and the pants were drawn up to her waist, over her plastic blouse, and taped tightly about the thinnest portion of her midriff. There was an elastic band though the crotch which was quite strong, and bisected Roxanne's sex. The legs were harem type, and again tapes were provided which were fastened tightly (of course) about Roxanne's ankles. Opaque flesh colored plastic about the waist prevented Roxanne's dark pubic hair from showing through. 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