by Alan Raison
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HARD LESSONS
High Heath Academy II
By
Alan Raison
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Chapter One
Janice Howard trembled slightly as she watched the Judge take his place, sitting in his chair deliberately placed higher than her in the dock. Now she would find out if the enormous gamble she had taken would pay off.
“Julie Gibson, you have been found guilty of carrying an unauthorised knife in a public place.” The judge paused and put a grim expression on his face before continuing. “This sort of behaviour is no longer acceptable to a civilised society and will always be punished to the full extent of the law. Five years’ incarceration, no parole.”
Janice’s stomach lurched as the judge pronounced sentence. At least they still thought of her as ‘Julie Gibson’, a lot of work had gone into setting up a false identity, now she needed to see if the real gamble she was taking would come off, or if she would be spending five years in a women’s prison.
“However Miss Gibson, as this is your first offence and you pleaded guilty I can offer you some leniency.” He smiled down at her in what Janice supposed he thought was a paternal way, as far as she was concerned he was just another tool of a repressive and unjust system that she had been fighting against for the last four years.
She was brought back to the proceedings by the judge’s deep voice continuing his judgement. “I will commute the sentence to only one year if you attend a correctional institution. Where, hopefully, you will learn to be a good and productive citizen.” Another drone, Janice thought, as she steadfastly maintained her worried innocent look.
“You will have one hour to consider which sentence you wish to serve. Officers take her down.” He banged his gavel on the desk in front of him and stood up to leave. Janice felt a pull on her arm as one of the dock guards pulled her towards the steps leading down into the cells.
Keeping a firm grip on her he led her to a small cell, pushed her inside and slammed the door. Janice sat down on the bed and gave out a big sigh. Her emotions were conflicted, hers and Marcus’s plan had worked, but the little girl inside of her was scared at what she had let herself in for.
Marcus was her boss and lover, she had met him just after she had left school and they had become lovers almost immediately. She was just eighteen and he was thirty, but she was madly in love with him and he told her all about the personal rights that had disappeared over the last thirty years.
Together they started an underground newspaper called, ‘The Truth’. They published rumours and half truths about the government and what they referred to as their ‘lackeys’; civil servants, judges and the police. A few years ago rumours about the so called, ‘Correctional Institutes’ had surfaced, physical and sexual abuse, girls being trained as sex slaves for members of the government, or being sold abroad.
These rumours were fed when they tracked down a former inmate at the High Heath Academy. Janice was disappointed that she wouldn’t say a lot about her time there but she was left with the impression that a lot more went on that the public should know about. So Marcus came up with a plan to expose them.
Their plan had worked; all she had to say now was that she wanted to go to a correctional institute, she would serve her year there and when she was released she would write about it and expose this ‘religious’ government for the sexual perverts they were.
She gave another deep sigh and leaned back on the hard bed. Marcus would be so proud of her; they would be national heroes and would be able to come out into the open, together they would bring down this government and live happily ever after.
She jumped as the door was swung open and her solicitor entered followed by a large female guard. He was red faced and puffing as he looked down on her. Janice hated the way he looked at her, but they had had to go with a court appointed attorney as she - ‘Julie Gibson’ - was an unemployed thief and prostitute.
He sat his overweight bulk down on the bed and reached out and put a hand on her knee. “Well Julie, have you decided what you want to do? It’s a good deal you know, not everybody gets a chance at a correctional institute. Keep your nose clean, do as you’re told and you’ll be free in a year.”
Janice slid further up the bed and lowered her eyes. “Thank you Mr. Chase for getting this offer. I’ll go to the correctional institute.”
“Splendid, splendid. Just sign these forms and I’ll make the arrangements.” He slid some papers towards her and offered her his pen; Janice quickly signed them and passed them back. His presence unnerved her and she wanted to get this over.
“Wonderful, Officer Morales here will take over now.” He gestured up at the silent, unsmiling woman guard who threw a bag at her. Janice delved inside and pulled out a simple, white smock, it was sleeveless and quite short, lucky if it reached her knees. She looked at the guard for instructions.
“Strip those clothes off and put that on,” she growled.
Janice looked across at Chase still sitting on the bed, his hands folded across his large stomach, smiling slightly. What he saw was a pretty, young girl dressed in her Sunday best for her appearance in court. A bright, knee length sleeveless, summer dress that buttoned up the front, the buttons were straining a little to contain, what Chase felt sure were a fine pair of tits. When the light was right he could see the ghost of her bra and panties as the material was thin.
She was bare legged and wearing a pair of black, heeled shoes, finally her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, held in place by a cute pink scrunchie.
The guard spoke again. “Come on Gibson, get changed I want to get home.”
“Not in front of him!” Janice said in a shocked voice.
“Yes Gibson, in front of him. There must always be two personnel with a prisoner at all times, Mr. Chase has kindly offered his time to act as second so my colleagues can carry out more important duties than baby sit a whore like you. Now strip!”
Janice stood up, disgusted at what she was being told to do. No way was she going to give this man a strip show. “I will not take my clothes off in front of this man. I have rights you know.”
The female guard stepped forward and slapped Janice’s face hard, knocking her to the floor. “You have no rights Gibson, they were removed the moment you pleaded guilty, and you won’t get them back until you’ve paid your debt to society. Strip!”
Janice scooted backwards until she came up against the hard wall, shaking her head mutely, shocked by the slap. Officer Morales sighed, reached down and grabbed her pony tail pulling hard to put her back on her feet. She then took both her arms and forced them behind her back, bending her backwards, manoeuvring to stand in front of Chase, who now had a large smile on his face.
“Mr. Chase, if you could assist me,” she said
“Always a pleasure, Selma,” he replied as his
fingers went to the buttons on Janice’s dress. As soon as they were all undone the guard released one arm and pulled the dress off it and then repeated the procedure with the other arm until the pretty dress was pooled about Janice’s ankles. She then forced her over the bed until she was face down and she felt Chase’s clammy hands release her bra clip and it fell off revealing, as Chase told his drinking buddies later that night, a great pair of tits.
Janice began to make moaning sound and plead for them to stop, but she was ignored. She was flipped over and Morales pressed down on her chest pinning her to the bed as Chase peeled her panties down and off her legs, he then pulled off her shoes and threw them in a corner.
Morales pulled her upright again and Chase stood back and looked her up and down. “Very nice, see I told you she was going to be a true blonde.”
Janice looked at him through tear filled eyes and lashed out with her foot at him. But Chase had done this many times and easily avoided her kick, he just stepped in closer where she couldn’t get a kick in a slapped her thigh as hard as he could, then he lifted both hands and began to squeeze her breasts, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs, they both hardened immediately.
“Wow! They came up fast, you enjoying this Gibson? Getting wet down there are we?” He dropped one hand to her pussy and began to probe it with his finger.
This was too much, only Marcus had ever handled that part of her, so she began to struggle against Morales and shout and scream loudly. Chase bent down and retrieved her panties, rolling them into a ball he forced them into her mouth and so far down her throat she had to breathe through her nose.
Laughing he stepped back and the guard threw her onto the bed; her hands automatically went to her mouth to pull out the panties when the woman grabbed her wrist.
“I like it better when sluts like you are quiet, so pull out those panties and I will slap you into next week, understand.” Her hand went down to one of Janice’s nipples, grabbed it in a vice like grip and twisted it viciously. The now stunned and shocked girl squealed loudly behind her gag and nodded frantically.
“Good girl,” Morales threw the smock at her, “now stand up and put this on.” Sobbing loudly Janice stood up and slipped the smock over her head, under the interested gaze of Chase and the guard.
The unsmiling woman guard spun her around, handcuffed her and pushed backwards on to the bed. Reaching into her mouth she pulled out the sodden panties and threw them onto the floor. “Disgusting, now keep your mouth shut or you’ll be wearing a permanent gag.”
She picked up Janice’s clothes and stuffed them unceremoniously into the bag and opened the door. Chase looked her up and down again, lust evident in his eyes. “Well Gibson, no thank you for the deal I got you?” He turned to the guard. “You do your best for these sluts and you get no thanks at all.”
Janice gave out a large sob and pushed as far back up the bed as she could get and watched as they left. The noise of the metal door slamming and the lock turning made her fold into a foetal position and tears flow unchecked down her cheeks.
She had no idea how long she lay there crying. The thoughts running through her head were asking her what she had got herself into. But slowly, as the shock of what had happened receded, her resolve returned.
She knew what she was doing was right, how she had suffered at the hands of Chase and the guard was for the greater good, now Marcus would be proud of her. She knew that convicted criminals had their civil rights removed but had never thought how it could affect them. Now she understood there were no appeals or rights, and they were left in the hands of minor officials who were almost bound to abuse their position.
A knot of worry tightened in her stomach. What else could they do to her? Rape, sell her to some Arab to be used as a chattel? No, she was stronger than they were; she had right on her side. Once she was at the institute she would observe and find some way to report back to Marcus, they would win; she was sure of it.
She lay on the bed, her hands pinned behind her, for what seemed like hours. She needed the toilet and managed to get herself upright and sat down just as the door opened again. This time it was a male guard who entered, a tall thin man with thinning hair and a prominent Adam’s apple, he smiled as he saw where she was. “Hope that’s only a piss girl, I’m not wiping your arse.”
This was too much, Janice lost it. “Get out, get out you pervert!” she screamed.
The man moved quickly forward and took hold of her hair and pulled her up so her feet were barely touching the floor. Pain shot through the roots of her hair making her squeal.
“First, I tell you what to do and you do it, understand?” He pulled her higher and Janice gave out another squeal. “I’ll take that as a yes, next you always address any of the staff around here as Sir or Ma’m.” Another pull and Janice managed to squeak out a ‘yes’. Another tug, “Yes Sir!”
He lifted her up so her feet left the floor and she was left there hanging by her hair. “Again Girl!” he barked.
“Yes Sir! Yes Sir!” She felt like the top of her head was on fire as she shouted out her answer.
Abruptly he let go, dropping her to the floor, where she writhed around unable to get her hands to her head. When he reached down for her she shied away not wanting any more pain, but he grabbed her arm and lifted her roughly to her feet. Spinning her round he removed the handcuffs and pulled her to the centre of the room.
Janice put her freed hands on the top of her head; with tears flowing down her face again she massaged her crown, not realising that her short smock had risen up displaying everything until the guard gave a gap toothed grin and said, “Nice”.
She dropped her arms and balled her hands into fists. More humiliation, more anger to push down deep inside of her. The guard sat down on the bed and fixed a steady stare at the young girl in front of him.
Nice bit of meat, he thought. Not underweight like so many of the junkies and prostitutes that came through here. A good body and a true blonde, I wonder what her tits are like? Well I’ll find out soon enough.
Janice stared back at him and opened her mouth to speak.
“Speak without permission and you’ll get more of the same girl.” He said, his nuts tightening as her bottom lip quivered, her head fell forward and she stared at the floor. He wondered if he could get her to blow him after the doctor had finished. Something different about this one though, most of the girls who came through here were used to using their bodies to get what they wanted, and he was quite willing to oblige them to give them an easier time. He didn’t think she was as experienced as that though.
The door opened again and Janice looked up to see a much older man enter wearing a white doctor’s coat. Before him he pushed a small trolley with various tools and instruments on it. With no preamble he said. “Hands on head, open your mouth.”
Janice saw the guard shift slightly on the bed and was shocked how quickly her hands went to the top of her head.
The doctor stood in front of her and began to speak. “Medical examination of Prisoner 230987, Gibson, Julie, age 20, height five feet ten inches, weight,” he place a small grid on the floor and pulled her over to stand on it, “ Nine stone four pounds satisfactory for her height. Remove your clothes please.”
Janice glanced over at the guard, he smiled and shifted slightly on the bed, with horror she noticed the tell tale bulge in his trousers, but after a slight hesitation she lifted the smock over her head and dropped it on the floor, he gave anotherself satisfied smirk.
The doctor put on a pair of examination gloves, bent her forward and began to probe a finger up her back passage; Janice gasped at the invasion, but worse was to come. He pulled her over to the bed and made her lie down face up, putting her arms behind her head and, less than ten feet from the guard, began to give her a through gynaecological examination. Tears of embarrassment and frustration coursed down her f
ace as she was probed and intimately examined in front of the smirking guard.
Finally the doctor told her to stand up and took some blood then made her pee into a container, the guard actually laughed at her struggles to produce some urine under the gaze of two strangers and so soon after using the toilet. Then he had her stand with hands on head and took digital pictures of her from every angle. Finally he told her to get dressed and she stood in the middle of her cell her head down, unable to look at the guard. The doctor ended his reports and told Janice to turn around and lift the back of her smock up. Once she had done that she felt the prick of a needle in to her buttocks, startled she turned around to protest.
The doctor gave her a humourless smile. “Just something to calm you down and help you sleep.” Reloading his trolley he exited followed by the still smirking guard. Janice fell onto the bed and began to cry again, finally dropping into a light sleep.
She was woken by a small flap being opened at the bottom of the door and a tray with food and drink on it being pushed through. She lifted it onto the bed and looked at it. The drink was a half bottle of water and the food seemed to be some sort of gruel, after a moment’s hesitation she ate and, no sooner had she done so than the lights in the cell dimmed to less than half and Janice laid back on the bed.
She felt too tense to sleep and her hand drifted down to her pussy and she began to gently probe at her clitoris, getting faster and faster until she lifted her body off of the mattress with a hissing sound as she came heavily, the orgasm causing a tremor through her whole body.
When she opened her eyes and sighed after what was an unusually intense orgasm she saw in the corner a dull red light and realised that the cell had a CCTV camera in each corner, she had thought that the doctor had been speaking into a portable recorder but now she realised that her full examination had been filmed from every angle, and so had her masturbation.
Would this humiliation never end? Janice curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep. Her dreams were full of men grabbing and groping her, she was pleading with them, saying she was innocent but they just kept laughing at her and trying to touch her. She woke with a start and covered in sweat to find the cell dark except for the four blinking red lights where the cameras were, she took advantage of the dark to use the toilet again and spent the rest of the night dozing lightly.