Prisoner 5702693

Dear readers, this story was written for a specific person. And I hope she enjoys it.  That said, I also hope you enjoy it. It is short and caters to a specific fantasy.  – DataSado Please note this is part one. There will be a part two soon.

                Prisoner 5702693

The negotiations had gone on for a few weeks and then there was the prep time.  Now nearly six month later it was going to happen. She was met at the bus drop at an intersection in the middle of nowhere. When the bus left there was only her and a plain while windowless van. The man stepped out and walked up to her. “You the prisoner?”

Under any other circumstances that would be a very strange question indeed. And the irony was not lost on her. “Yes Sir.” She responded.

“Are you prepared to continue?”

Losing her voice, she simply nodded.

“Face the van and put your hand on the side above your head.”

She did as she was instructed.  The man stood behind her and kicked her legs further apart. Next, he did a full police pat down. Then he pulled her right wrist behind her and cuffed it.  Then he pulled her other wrist behind her and attached it to her right wrist leaving her safely cuffed. Taking her by her left upper arm he led her around to the back of the van and helped her inside.

Once the door closed, she was thrown in darkness.  The long trip seemed to last forever but in actually, was little more than a couple of hours. When the door opened it was already dark outside. She was let out of the van into an enclosed garage and led through a door and downstairs to what appeared to be a holding area.

The room was all white and the walls were made from concreate fill cinder blocks. There was the door she came in and a heavy steel door on the opposite wall.  In the room was a simple table and two government issue chairs.  The prisoner was seating in one of the chairs. Her hands were uncuffed from behind her back and recuffed together and attached to a chain on the table.  Once she was safely secured to the table the man left.

She sat in the room waiting for the better part of an hour before the man returned. “I have the results of your court case. You have been sentenced to forty years imprisonment in this private facility. Furthermore, your sentence requires that you be afforded very few privileges. With that in mind you need to understand your rules here and the consequences for disobedience. First and foremost, you will remain silent unless you are asked a direct question. Second, you will be subject to random inspection for contraband. Third, you will not be allowed into general population at any point in your sentence. Your diet will be strictly enforced and there are to be no deviations. You will remain in your own cell 24/7 with breaks for exercise once per week for 15 minutes. Finally, based on your crime and additional punishment was decried by your Judge. You are to be tattooed in the first few days here. Nod if you understand so far.”

Holy crap! She thought. What if it gets to be too much? But the option for a safe word or emergency exit was nixed by her. In fact, she made it a point to make her jailer agree that once started there should be no opportunity for her to change her mind regardless of how she felt or what she said. Getting him to agree to this took weeks. He finally consented and spoke the words that might come to haunt her now. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“PRISONER!  Do you understand?” The man said harshly. She nodded meekly now shaken out of her reverie.

“Good.  I have one more rule for you. This is a place of punishment. Therefore, you will not pleasure yourself. Since every prisoner than comes here eventually does thinking he or she can ‘get away with it,’ we have resorted to mandatory chastity belts. You will be fitted, and it will remain secured on you for the duration of your sentence.” He let out a wicked smile. “When you break a rule, you will receive additional punishments. Said punishments may include loss of the few privileges you have, additional time added to your sentence, removal from your luxury cell and time in an isolation cell, and finally corporal punishment.”

When she discussed the terms of her imprisonment, they talked about punishments and diets. He told her he would place her on a diet that would meet all of her nutritional needs but not be enjoyable. She nervously asked if he meant dog food. He laughed and said no but he would leave it as a surprise. Saying only, it was designed specifically for human ingestion. Then there was the concept of corporal punishment. She said she wanted a punishment for breaking rules that she absolutely would not want to experience more than once in her lifetime. He suggested caning her ass. She went white at the suggestion. But then decided that was exactly what she might need.

He again asked if she understood. She again nodded feeling a bit nauseous. “He then slid a paper to her and a pen and told her to sign. The document read that she agreed to a privately funded prison system and understood that the term of sentence was not less than 40 years. That she agreed to accept the prisons rules and understood that punishments would be forthcoming if she broke a rule. Finally, it released the prison of any liability during her stay. She signed the document and understood that it probably was a legal document and would hold up in court.

He took the document and the pen and left the room again. He left her alone for another hour. Not that it mattered to her, she was not going anywhere for a very long time now. When he came back, he moved her to the next room. There she was told to remove all of her clothing and jewelry and place all of it in a clear plastic bin. Taking the bin, he wrapped a tamper seal around the edge and then wrote her prisoner number (5702693) on the front of the bin.

Next, he had her stand legs apart and hands behind her head. He began a very slow, very detailed inspection of her body. He ran his fingers through her hair then moved down her body. He took the time to inspect each breast. Not quite taking a cheap feel but actually inspecting them to be sure they were real. His hand touched every part of her body inspecting her quite thoroughly. Then he made her lean over the table. He went to the cabinet and put on exam gloves and took out a tube of lubricant.

“This type of inspection will be done randomly during your stay here. Do not fight it or you will be restrained, and the inspection will be much worse. Not hold still while I inspect your vagina and anus for contraband.”

Fuck!

He squirted a liberal amount of lube on his hand then began to rub lightly against her vagina. Then without warning he entered her. He had long fingers but still forced his way deep into her until she felt him at the entrance to her uterus. She was sure he was spending much longer than was necessary for an inspection. Finally, as she was starting to actually enjoy it, he pulled out and moved to her ass. He got another dab of lubricant and began applying pressure to her anus. She felt one then two fingers enter her. It was just past uncomfortable and moving into the painful side before he removed his fingers.  

He removed the gloves and dropped them into a waste basket beside the table. Going back over to the cabinet he removed a chastity belt. He adeptly attached the belt to her and when he was done, she was very sure she had already had her last play time.  Next, he went to the cabinet and retrieved an orange and green diagonally striped jumpsuit. She was surprised to see her prison number already stenciled on the front and back of the ugly jumpsuit.  Handing her the jump suit he said “Stand in front of door S.”

She stood up a bit shakily and stood before the door with a big letter S printed on it.  When the door opened, he told her to go in. The door closed behind her. This room was obviously a shower room.  The left side of the room was done in a grey and white checkered tile with three shower heads spaced a few feet apart. The opposite side held a bench and a single small while towel. The wall opposite the shower had a large mirror. Presumably it was a one-way mirror. A disembodied voice told her to place the jumpsuit on the bench and get in the water. “You will have seven minutes to shower. After that the water will cut off. Don’t waste time waiting for the water to warm up, the is no hot water here.”

She set the jumper down and the water started. It wasn’t just cold; it was extremely cold to the point of painfully cold. She quickly got herself wet trying not to just get out of the ice-cold water. She took the block of soap and lathered up. Quickly she rinsed back off as the soap felt like it was burning her skin. Without warning the water stopped. She had managed to finish just in time.

She took the small towel, really it was just a hand tower to her, and began to dry herself as best she could. “You may put on the jumper. You will wear this at all times. You will not modify it in anyway nor will you attempt to alter how it is worn.” The jumper fit loosely but covered everything. It had a Velcro fastener that ran the length along the front. The sleeves fell just above her elbows at an awkward length. No doubt intentional. “If you disobey these instructions you will be kept naked. That is of course your choice. Stand before door B.”

She moved to the door with a large “B” stenciled on it and waited. After a minute the door slide open. She was now in a hallway with four solid steel doors labeled 3,4,5 and 6. “Stand before door 5.” She moved down the line until she was before door 5. The door slid open and revealed a sparce prison cell. It like the rest of the facility was painted over cinderblocks. The color of choice int this room was a pale pink. In the corner was a prison style toilet/sink. Against the wall was a built-in steel rack with a 3” think mattress on it. A sheet and blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed. “Enter your cell.”

She did as she was told, and the door slid closed behind her with a very solid clang sound. She looked around the cell and noted the one-way mirror above the door the most likely had a camera hiding behind the glass. “Lights out in five minutes.”

The first few days were hard. She found herself crying in her pillow a lot as the realization was finally dawning on her. She really was a real prisoner. The first day was the easiest of the few. She was enjoying the feeling of being locked away. But when the voice announced lights out. She realized that she had not eaten.

“Hey! When do I get fed?”

“Prisoner number 5702693 has spoken with permission. This prisoner will be punished for a 48 hour period beginning at revelry.”

Oh crap!

When the lights came on, she heard the voice tell her to stand before the door.  She did as told. The door opened and she was directed into a new room. “Sit and place your arm on the arm rests.”

She again did as commanded. The man entered the room and then strapped her arms to the arm rests. She noted that he had a stun gun on a belt at his side. She decided that it might be better to do as told from now on. He went to a cupboard and retrieved a large panel gag. The gag had a large ball attached to it. He fitted it on her head and pulled each of the straps tight. Then she heard the sound of locks clicking shut.

“You will wear this for the next 48 hours. I will allow you three breaks for water at 12 hour intervals. Do not abuse this. The next time you speak without permission you will wear this device for a full month.” He then undid the restraints and sent her back to her cell.

When the gag finally came off, she was offered her first meal in captivity. The hard-plastic tray held only one item, some kind of white substance. It was thicker than pudding but not as thick as cheese. It was the most bland thing she had ever tasted and the texture was just off. She ate because instinctively she knew that to balk at her meal might subject her to further punishments she would rather skip on.  After that meals came twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the late afternoon. Although telling time here was all but impossible without a frame or reference. There was light or darkness.

On day seven she was removed from her cell and taken to yet another room. It housed a single treadmill. She was told to remove her jumper and step on the treadmill. The belt started up and gradually gained speed until she was at a decent run. It kept up for ten long minutes before it slowed back down. 5702693 was exhausted and ready to take a break. Instead she was led back to the shower room and forced to take another ice-cold shower. Finally, she was taken back to her cell and left alone again.

On day 12 she stood up and screamed and threw her pillow at a wall. “The prisoner will place both hands on the wall and wait.”

She realized that she was being monitored. She vaguely wondered if he had help or he was alone in monitoring her. Still, she did as she was told not wanting to make this worse than it already was going to be. After a few minutes more she was again directed to the room where the gag had been placed on her. This time she was directed to remover her jumper. Then she was directed to a new door. Whe this door open she stepped into a very small cramped space.  It was a 3x3 by 4foot tall room. The door closed behind her with the sound the only a very heavy metal door can make.

“Prisoner 5702693. You will remain in this isolation room for 21 days.” The room had padded wall but the same concrete floor as the rest of the facility. There was not a toilet in the room. The lights in the room went out and she was plunged into complete darkness.

Food and water came in the form of a tray provided twice daily through a slot in the door. The tray and slot were designed to make it impossible to remove the tray from the inside of the small cell.

5702693 Blinked and squinted when the harsh lights came on. “Stand by the door.” The voice said. She was returned to her own cell. “If you behave for an additional 30 days your jumper will be returned and your exercise privileges will also be returned.  She sat on the unmade bed. This was going to be a very long and hard 40 years.