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 face 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.

The next morning Janice woke up to find another guard just standing over her grinning broadly. Her smock had risen up during the night exposing the whole of her lower body, she quickly pulled it down.

The guard, a bulky man with short hair and very dark skin, laughed. “No good hiding that girl, I saw all I wanted to on the cameras last night. Thanks for the show; it can get pretty boring on nights.”

Janice flushed red and then was mortified as the guard made the hissing sound she made when she orgasmed. He laughed again and pulled her to her feet; taking her arms he placed the handcuffs on her again, this time in front of her. He lifted each foot and placed a thin slipper on each foot, pushing her from the cell he said, “Right, time for breakfast.”

He pushed and led her down to a small cafeteria and sat her at a table where two other girls, both wearing the smocks, sat with their hands handcuffed in front of them. Janice went to speak and received a cuff round the head from the guard with the words, “No talking.”

All she could do was study the other two. The one sat opposite her was a painfully thin white girl with lank, mousy brown hair and dark circles under her eyes. Janice was to find out later that her name was Catherine Pope and she had arrived four days ago from the rehab centre where she had spent the last month going cold turkey get her off her heroin addiction.

Sitting next to her was a girl of maybe Chinese extraction; her name would turn out to be Mya Chang, she had small delicate features and dark short hair. She had spent less time at the rehab centre as the doctors there only had to deal with various sexually transmitted diseases.

An insipid looking porridge was placed in front of them and the other two wasted no time in eating, washing it down with water. Janice began to eat hers more slowly; it tasted as bland as it looked. Once Catherine had finished she held up her bowl and looked at the black guard, he sauntered over and stood close to her crotch level with her head.

“You want some more, girl?” he asked.

“Yes please Sir,” she answered, dropping her eyes to the floor.

“Then you know what to do then, don’t you?” The man smiled as Catherine’s hands went to his zip and pulled out his flaccid penis which she began to kiss and lick and as it became harder she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck on it to Janice’s horror and amazement.

Marcus had once asked her to do this to him but she had thought it was disgusting and refused. Now she was watching the girl in front of her doing it for extra food. She watched fascinated as the guard grunted and shot his load down her throat. She glanced at the Chinese girl too see that see was also holding her bowl up, another guard came over and the same thing happened again.

Both the bowls were refilled and the two girls quickly disposed of their contents. The black guard looked at Janice.

“So, want some extras, girl?”

Janice replied in a shaky voice. “No,” earning her another cuff round the head until she added, “Sir.”

The other guard zipped himself up and ruffled her hair like she was his favourite little sister. “Well when you get hungry enough we’re ready to help out.”

The breakfast things were taken away and the guard motioned the girls to get up and follow him, he led them to a communal shower area where he removed their handcuffs and told them to shower. Janice’s heart fell as she saw the other two girls immediately strip off their smocks and enter a shower booth. Janice hesitated and found out what the thin metal batons, that each guard carried on his belt, were for.

The dark guard unhooked his and touched it to Janice’s thigh, delivering a sharp electric shock. Janice fell to the hard, cold tiles moaning and holding her leg, her eyes blurred with tears.

Hearing the commotion another two guards came in, one of them the large woman from earlier. She looked down at Janice. “You’re proving somewhat difficult for a thief and a whore.” She reached down and with practiced ease grabbed the collar of the smock and pulled it off in one movement. Then she put the handcuffs back on and dragged her over to a central shower head above which was a large hook hanging down from the ceiling.

Hooking her cuffs onto the chain the guard stepped back and turned on the water, glancing round she found the other two girls had finished. “You two, wash her.”

As the other two picked up a bar of soap each and came towards her Janice began to moan and plead. “Please, don’t do this. I can wash myself.”

The black guard gave a large, tooth filled grin.

“Too late now Blondie, you’ve really managed to entertain us since you got here.” He moved forward, just outside the spray of water and began to direct the other two with their washing. Janice began to sway back and fro under the two girls’ soapy hands and began to plead even louder. This amused the watching guards even more and they began to make comments on how she moved and call out lewd suggestions.

When they had finished the guard turned off the water and picked up a towel, then he proceeded to dry Janice’s body, rubbing hard at her tits and pussy. She began to wriggle and sway, trying vainly to get away, but it was a waste of time. Her complaints grew louder and louder until the woman guard reached into a cupboard and pulled out an orange ball gag.

While the man pinched her nose the woman pushed the gag into Janice’s mouth and clipped it tight around her head. The male guard went back to work, he took one leg and pulled it out at right angles as far as it would go, then rubbed the towel slowly up her leg until he was roughly rubbing her pussy. Then he did the same to the other leg, again rubbing at the distraught girl’s pussy.

The audience could hear Janice’s breath whistling through her nose as she became more and more agitated. She desperately tried to swing herself away from the guard’s attention but he just pushed deeper with the towel until it was brushing her already engorged clitoris. She screwed her eyes up and tried to fight the sensations she was feeling but it was no use, her forced orgasm broke and she wailed loudly behind the gag.

There was an ironic round of applause from the watching guards, and one of them said. “Well at least we know she has some passion.”

The black guard lifted her off of the hook and put her on the wet floor. “You two,” he waved a hand at the other to prisoners, “dry her off properly and get her dressed.” They came forward and helped the sobbing Janice to her feet and took her to where their smocks hung and began to gently dry her properly.

The guard removed her cuffs and gag and they dried and combed her hair as best they could. Janice said nothing, still shocked by her treatment and coming down from her orgasmic high. Once they were dressed and lined up in front of him the guard replaced their cuffs and motioned Janice to step forward.

She moved out of the line slowly and reluctantly, wondering what this beast of a man was going to do to her now. He held up the gag. “Open your mouth Gibson; you’ll wear this until I decide you don’t have to anymore.”

Tears appeared at the corners of her eyes again, she was beginning to realise what she had done. She had put herself into a position where she had no control over what happened to her, she was beginning to understand the other two’s placid obedience. She did as she was told and he secured the gag in place.

He then led them out of the shower area and into a small ante room that had chairs lined up along the wall like a doctor’s waiting room, like all the doors so far it automatically locked behind them. He waved them into seats and went through another door returning moments later, taking the thin, tired looking girl by the arm he escorted her into the other room leaving Janice and the Chinese girl alone for the first time.

Janice felt a hand rubbing her leg and looked up to see the girl smiling at her. She leaned in close and whispered. “My name is Mya.”

Janice tried to smile back as best she could behind her gag. Mya patted her leg again. “It’s been a rough day, the answer is let the guards have their fun. Pick one and fuck him; all men are led by their pricks. Life will be a lot easier if you give them what they want, but I wouldn’t go with the dyke though I’d bet she can be a bit rough. Unless you lean that way of course?”

Janice shook her head, slightly shocked at the casual way Mya was suggesting that she ‘pick’ a guard and have sex with him just to get an easier life, and as for a lesbian relationship, well she had been educated at a top girls’ school and knew that some of the girls there had close relationships, but had never been drawn that way.

Mya saw Janice’s eyes widen and laughed quietly.

“Don’t look so shocked Blondie.”

Janice’s eyes narrowed slightly, it seemed that she had picked up a nickname.

“According to Lance, he’s the tall thin guard, we’re only here for a few days and then we get shipped out to a place called ‘High Heath Academy’. Sounds posh but I bet it’s just more of the same.”

Janice’s spirits rose slightly, she was getting closer to her goal. Once she had the information she needed and told Marcus then he could tell the world and she would happily give evidence against these guards and that fat fool of a solicitor.

She spent the next twenty minutes imagining how wonderful her revenge was going to be. She was jolted out of her dreams by the door opening and Catherine Pope being led back into the room. The guard took Mya by the arm and led her away.

Catherine sat down next to her looking slightly dazed and said little. Twenty minutes later Mya was returned and it was Janice’s turn. She was led into the next room, in the centre of which there was a large chair like a dentist’s chair except that there were straps for the arms and legs attached to it, most ominous of all was the obvious head restraint.

In front of the chair was a table with a computer terminal on it and some other equipment that Janice didn’t recognise. Sitting behind the table were two men dressed in white lab coats and behind them was the doctor from yesterday.

Janice’s panic began to rise as the guard pulled her towards the chair, but he was too strong for her and within moments he had her strapped by her arms and legs into the seat. He reached behind her head and removed the gag, taking her jaw in one large hand he said; “Behave Blondie, this won’t hurt and you’ll feel a lot better afterwards.”

One of the techs looked up from his screen. “There’s nothing about her alias being ‘Blondie’ here.”

The guard reached down and lifted the front of her smock, with her legs strapped wide he displayed her pussy for the others to see.

The Tech laughed. “Ah! A true blonde, we haven’t seen one of those for a while! Nice.”

Now the gag was off Janice was about to protest again at her treatment when she felt a needle go into her upper arm. The doctor patted her arm and said; “Just relax young lady, this won’t take long.”

Janice wanted to say ‘what won’t take long’, but her head became fuzzy and she had to close her eyes or she felt she was going to throw up. The next thing she knew she was being led into her cell. The guard and the doctor were there but her head was still light and the bright fluorescents hurt her eyes.

“What happened?” she mumbled.

“Don’t you worry about that,” the guard said, pushing her onto the bed and handcuffing her to the top rail.

The doctor held out a small pill on the palm of his hand, gripping her jaw he forced open her mouth and put the pill on her tongue. Pouring half a bottle of water into her mouth he tipped her head back and made her swallow saying; “Get a good night’s sleep; you’ve got another busy day tomorrow.”

While Janice slept an emergency conference was taking place because, although she or the other girls would never remember it, they had been hypnotised and once under had been happy to tell all they knew about drugs, drug dealers, or crimes they had committed.

Catherine and Mya had informed on every drug dealer and pimp they had ever used. The removal of citizen’s rights from convicted criminals and the development of new drugs had meant that the cleanup of minor crimes had soared.

However the first standard question to Janice had been, ‘What is your full name?’ and her answer had opened a whole new can of worms. She had answered that her name was Janice Howard and not Julie Gibson and had gone on to reveal the plan put in place by her and her lover Marcus Powell. By the time the session was over they had Powell’s address, the address of the people who had built a new identity for her, where the underground paper, ‘The Truth’, was printed and the names of a lot of minor radicals as well.

After a short discussion with the Minister of Justice they completed the session as normal by inserting a deeply buried command of calm and peace which would surface when a girl felt at a dangerously low point.

When the institute programs had started some five years previously there were numerous attempts at self harm and some full mental breakdowns. Hypnotism techniques were now so advanced that no matter how unstable a girl was she would go through her sentence unaware of how she had been changed and accept authority more readily.

The Minister had come to the court cells to listen to the relevant recordings himself and told the staff there that Howard was to be treated the same as any other prisoner and would be referred to as Julie Gibson on any official paperwork. He would notify the Headmaster at High Heath and the Homeland Security Police would deal with Powell and his associates.

So when Janice was woken by the thin guard Mya called Lance, all she knew was that she had had a solid night’s sleep and felt refreshed. Later she realised that she had obeyed his instruction to use the toilet in front of him a little too readily.

She wondered at how much calmer she felt and figured that she knew she was right in what she was doing and that helped her think clearer. The guard knew what had really happened and tested Janice’s new temperament by having her stand in the middle of the cell with her hands on her head.

He walked slowly around her, sliding his hands up beneath her smock and gently caressing her backside allowing one finger to occasionally probe her anus. As usual the programming worked, while she wriggled as he touched her, she made no attempt to move away. The programming tended to diminish over time, but at the moment Janice was in a very co-operative mood.

However, the rules were clear, if a girl was prepared to do certain things to get extra favours then a blind eye was turned, but pushing someone into things could get you the sack, and there was no way Lance was going to run that risk.

He gave a shrug and said. “Hands in front,” putting the handcuffs on he took the gag out of his pocket and held it in front of Janice’s face.

“Do we need this today Gibson? Or are we going to do as we are told?”

Janice didn’t want to wear the gag again so she shook her head and said. “I will do as I’m told Sir.”

The guard put the gag away and patted her on the head. “Good slut, let’s get you some breakfast.”

He led her to the canteen where Catherine and Mya were already eating their insipid porridge. Mya looked up at Lance and said. “Please Sir, could I have a cup of coffee?”

He smiled and moved closer.

“Sure.”

Mya’s hands went to his zip and pulled out an already semi hard prick and began to work on it with her lips. He took her head in his hands and began to move it back and forth, fucking her mouth. Janice saw his hands grip harder as he came down her throat. Mya licked him clean and after tucking him away, zipped him up and leaned back expectantly. He fetched a mug of coffee which she took in her hands and sighed.

The smile Mya gave Janice gave her the impression that she thought that she had done well. Janice mentally shook her head, she would like a cup of coffee herself but no way was she going to lower herself to performing sex acts on a man who had spent the last day abusing her. Just add it to the catalogue of crimes committed that they would pay for later.

When they had finished the guard took them into the shower room where the black guard from yesterday waited for them. Janice’s heart sank at the sight of the grinning, bulky guard. This wasn’t going to be good.

“Hey Lance, I’ll take it from here,” he announced. Lance just shrugged, turned and left. He had had his fun that morning, it was always best if you shared the fun about.

“No probs, Jacko. I’ll get some breakfast and pick them up in half an hour.”

One by one he removed their cuffs and told them to get stripped. Janice didn’t argue, she didn’t want a repeat of yesterday; however she was going to be disappointed.

Once they had hung up their smocks he had Mya and Catherine stand under the central shower head and turned the water on, handing Janice a bar of evil smelling soap he said; “As Chang and Pope were so good as to wash you yesterday I think you should return the compliment, don’t you?”

Janice looked pleadingly at him but found no pity in his eyes at all. In fact his expression went harder as he freed the shock baton from his belt.

“I asked you a question, Blondie. Don’t you think you should return the service they gave you?”

Janice’s eyes dropped to the floor, she knew what she had to say. “Yes Sir.”

He placed a large hand on her bottom, gave it a light slap and pushed her towards the other two. “Then get going.”

Janice walked into the falling, lukewarm water and began to get up a lather on her hands. The guard directed the two girls to put their hands on their heads and told Janice to start at the feet of Pope and work her way up; he kept walking round the display in front of him, slapping the shock baton on the palm of his hand as he did so.

When Janice reached the top of Catherine’s second leg he said; “Give that pussy a good clean Gibson,” when she hesitated he quickly stabbed the end of the baton onto her thigh making her jump and squeal.

As Janice began to lightly rub Catherine’s pussy with her lather covered hand the guard feinted another attack with the baton.

“You can rub harder than that Gibson.” Afraid of more punishment Janice began to rub harder, unable to stop her fingers penetrating Catherine, she heard little, ‘Oh, oh’ sounds coming from the mouth of the girl under her care.

Repelled and fascinated at the same time Janice began to probe deeper and faster until Catherine gave out a little squeal and sank to her knees on the hard tiles. She stood back with a series of odd thoughts running through her head. She felt a sense of empowerment; she had caused Catherine to orgasm in front of the guard and Mya. At the same time she felt embarrassed that she had caused Catherine to orgasm in front of Mya and the guard.

She felt the side of the baton lightly touch her backside and looking through her wet hair she saw the guard standing there, a self satisfied smile on his face as if he knew what she was thinking. “Well Gibson, you seem to have a talent for this.”

Janice flushed red.

“Your other friend is waiting for the same treatment. Get on with it.”

“Please,” Janice said, “this isn’t right.”

The business end of the baton immediately touched her buttock and she squealed loudly.

“I didn’t ask you what is right, you should have thought of that before you broke the law. Get on with your orders or get more of the same.” He lifted the end of the baton and with a large sob Janice began to work on Mya’s left leg.

Once she worked her way to the top of the Chinese girl’s second leg again her fingers began to probe around, burying her fingers up to the second joint in the warm moisture of her cunt until Mya fell to her knees, her whole body quivering with the force of her orgasm.

The water was switched off and the guard moved in and took Catherine by the arm. His excitement was obvious by the bulge in his trousers, as he pulled the thin girl to her feet he said; “You two sluts dry off, I need to have a chat with Pope.”

He took her behind a row of lockers and Janice and Mya heard him say, “bend over that bench and open your legs.” As they rubbed themselves down with thin scratchy towels they heard Catherine begin to moan and the guard grunt and it became obvious what he was doing to her.

Janice pulled the smock over her head and flushed red as she looked at Mya. “I’m sorry about that Mya. I didn’t want to do it.”

To her surprise Mya smiled, leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips. “It was great, best orgasm I’ve had since I’ve been here. That Lance is just about useless in bed, bang, bang, bang and he’s all finished.”

Tears began to flow down her cheeks as her actions of the last hour caught up with her. Mya pulled her in close and kissed her again. “You did what you were told to do, that’s what you do in here. Don’t sweat it; I’ve had far less pleasant things done to me out there.”

From behind the Lockers they heard Catherine squeal with pleasure and a male grunting noise and then the pair emerged, a glazed look on the girl’s face and sweat on the guard’s told their own story. He pushed Catherine towards a shower and told her to get washed, and sat down heavily on a bench.

Mya and Janice dried their hair and helped Catherine with hers before lining up, hands held out in front of them waiting for their cuffs to be put back on again. As the guard was putting them on, Lance came back.

“All done Jacko?”

“Fucking ace, man! I think I need a lie down.”

The thin guard laughed. “Fucking right, we could hear someone squealing in the canteen.”

He ushered the girls out and into a smaller room where there were various pieces of gym equipment. He pointed to a treadmill, a rowing machine and a static cycle.

“Okay, fitness test, pick your machine, ten minutes each and let’s see how you are afterwards.”

He sat down on a chair and leaned back to watch the girls work. It was obvious that Janice was by far the fittest; Mya and Catherine were puffing after a couple of minutes. After ten minutes Catherine was flat on her back on the floor and Mya was holding her side, gasping for breath. Janice was sweating but breathing easily.

He noted their recovery times and then had them run on the spot. Catherine and Mya had to be encouraged with the help of his shock baton, after that session even Janice was breathing hard, bent over with her hands on her knees. He gave them water to drink and ten minutes to recover before putting them back to work lifting weights.

Catherine’s physique gave her no strength at all, Mya and Janice were not much better, but he did amuse himself by standing at the bottom of the bench and as their legs had to straddle the bench every time they lifted the weights everything was put on view. Mya and Catherine were far too tired to notice but it was further humiliation for Janice as she could do nothing to stop him ogling her.

“Well, Chang and Pope you are well unfit, but the Academy has a top notch fitness program. After a year you’ll come back glowing with health and strong as horses. Blondie, you must be one of the fittest girls we’ve had through here.” The three girls just sat on the floor panting. “Well, this is where you get up and say, ‘Thank you Sir’.” The three girls struggled to their feet and responded as ordered.

He led them back to the showers where they washed again and although he rarely took her eyes off of their bodies, they were allowed to wash themselves.

Lunch consisted of a fruit and salad, and of course water. Then they were taken back to their cells for the afternoon.

Janice was exhausted after the fitness test and slept for most of the afternoon before being awakened by the woman guard and taken to the canteen for a bland dinner. Back in her cell the lights went down and she tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come.

She was beginning to have doubts again about what she was doing. It had only been two days and already she had been humiliated hourly, forced to orgasm in front of an audience, seen Mya and Catherine give their bodies to the guards, just for coffee or food. There was still a whole year to go!

A new plan was needed, she decided. She already had enough to bring down this government, she would escape, find Marcus and they would tell all that she had suffered. Again her thoughts fell to how she would be fêted as a heroine once the public rose up and stopped this travesty of justice.

Her cell went dark and she turned her face to the wall, her hand slid down to her pussy and she began to probe at her clitoris with eager fingers. Within a minute she was gasping and rocking her body on the bed, her release came and she fell into a satisfied sleep.

In the control room the guard, Jacko, smiled. The prisoners all thought that as the lights were out then they couldn’t been seen by the cameras, but these cameras recorded in extremely low light and copies of the films made here would fetch a good price on the black market for porn. Janice’s performances would be in a thousand homes by next weekend.

After breakfast they were taken to the shower and their smocks were taken away. They were herded back to their cells naked, wearing only handcuffs. There they were given standard prison issue orange jumpsuits and then taken to an exit at the back of the building where ankle chains were added and a link put in between the hands and the feet. This meant that they could only shuffle slowly as they were led across the yard and helped into a van. They were sat down in individual cells and feet and hands were chained to the seats, then a gag was placed in their mouths and a bag pulled over their heads.

Janice realised that the whole thing was so over the top it was designed to humiliate them further, but an hour into the journey she found out that the restraints had another purpose.

There were two guards in the back of the van who obviously had become bored.

“Want to have a look then?” She heard one say.

She heard the sound of two zips being pulled and another voice saying.

“What you got then, these ain’t bad, must be the Chink bird.”

“I’ve seen bigger pimples than these, long nipples though.”

Janice felt a hand on the zipper of her overall and cold air hit her body as it was pulled down to the groin. She shifted uneasily in her seat but thanks to the chains she could hardly move at all.

“Now,” one of the men said, “these are proper tits.”

A hand went to her nipples and began flicking and pulling painfully at them. Then another hand went to her pussy and a finger slipped in. “Hey, this is the one they called Blondie, don’t see many true blondes.”

“Nice,” came the reply.

Janice tried to yell at them to stop, but her voice was garbled from behind her gag. The invading finger went in as far as possible and then began to masturbate her, going faster and faster as she began to rock in her seat. As her crisis hit, the finger was withdrawn and she could feel the eyes of the two men on her as she gasped her orgasm in front of two complete strangers. Tears of humiliation coursed down her cheeks under the bag that cut off the light.

“She comes well, let’s see how the other two do.”

As an extra humiliation one of the guards pulled her breasts from the front of the overall and left them out , then patted her on the head, like a pet dog, and said, “Don’t worry Blondie; we’ll be back shortly.”

She heard them working on Catherine and Mya and then for an hour they played with their charges, remarking on how wet they got or how they tossed their heads about when they made them come time after time. By the time they reached their destination all three girls were exhausted and covered in sweat.

Janice couldn’t see how High Heath Academy could be worse than the last three days. She desperately needed to get away and tell Marcus what was going on in these government institutions.