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Subject: Bondage Text: PLK 11C (Roxanne in Detention)
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PLK 11 C
(c) 1997 Felix Dartmouth
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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.
(c) 1997 Felix Dartmouth
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