It's The Future
But Not As You Know It!
By Ed Kilpatrick
Part Eight – A strange new world:
I awoke on Sunday morning beside Erin. We were both naked and we kissed passionate for it seemed like hours.
"Erin," I asked? "Doesn't it not feel weird for you to be kissing a woman? You're clearly normal because you liked me back in the 21st century?
"Sam you'll soon learn that for years if we girls wanted sex, we had to have it with each other. Yes, most if not all of us fantasize about having a man but when there is no men around, you learn to make do!"
Erin then explained that she wanted to take me into Oxford today and return the day of shopping that I have given her two years prior. We ate breakfast and using the remote control to give me the same size body as Erin, she offered me some 23rd century cloths to wear. It was clear that fashion really hadn't changed too much and I was glad to see that weird and wonderful colour of stretchy Lycra tights were as popular today as they were in the early 21st century. Once I'd slipped on a really soft pair of pants and a bra, Erin handed me a black catsuit. She explained that it was now normal underwear and I pulled the layer of Lycra over my body, leaving only my hands and head poking through after Erin had pulled up the rear zip. I did the same with her bright blue catsuit and I have to say, I was enjoying the 23rd century already! Next Erin handed me a red wool sweaterdress, which I was able to easily slip over my newly slippery Lycra covered body. Erin pulled on a Black matching sweater dress and we then used matching wide leather belts (mine black and Erin's blue) to set off our contrasting outfits. We then pulled on leather knee high leather boots, mine red to match my dress and Erin's were black to match her dress. We were then ready to head out after breakfast.
It was cold outside so after we both slipped into leather jacket each and wrapped long scarves around our necks, we headed out to Erin's silver Mercedes Benz. The first thing I noticed when we left the house was that Erin's Mercedes Benz had no wheels. The other thing I noticed was it was left-hand-drive, which Erin explained took over 100 years to bring this standard across Europe. I was then thinking that Margaret Thatcher would turn in her grave if she knew we were part of a federated Europe and driving on the wrong side of the road, so to speak! I got into the front right seat, where the steering wheel should have been! Erin got into the left and the first thing she did as son as her key was in the ignition was set the Sat Nav. Next Erin pushed the START button and the whir of the internal fusion reactor started up and the car eased into the air by only two or three feet.
"This is weird Erin," I commented.
"You should have expected flying cars by now Sam," explained Erin! "Flying cars were trialled a number of years ago but the technology was problematic and difficult to manage in three dimensional space so having the car hover three feet off the ground meant no more road works once the road was built and computer technology linked to the Sat Nav will guide us directly to where we want to go."
With that Erin steered the Mercedes hover car out of her drive, my drive and right towards where the M40 used to be. Within only a minute or two the in car navigation system turned on the autopilot and Erin sat back and let her Mercedes join the hundreds of other hover cars in an automated, computerised cruise control, which ensured correct distances was held and also allowed for much higher speeds to be met. We were soon coming off the M40 and heading into a very, very different Oxford city centre. A lot of the old buildings had been preserved but I wasn't expecting to experience what I was seeing as we pulled into a city centre car park.
The entire city was covered in wall-to-wall females! Erin was right, there were hardly any men but once out of the car and walking down the pedestrian precinct, I saw my first mistress with her slave! The poor guy was covered from head to toe in a bright green Burqua. He was struggling to walk so I guess his ankles were chained and round his neck was a wide stainless steel collar that would have kept the Burqua in place and also meant his mistress could buckle a chain lead to her slave. The chain was connected to a handcuff that kept her salve attached to her:
"That is so fucking weird," I whispered to Erin.
"You'll never get used to it," whispered Erin in response. "Underneath the Burqua, I guarantee that guy's torso is squeezed into a leather corset dress and his feet will be in incredibly high heeled leather boots. He'll also be gagged with either a leather pad held in place by locked strap or his mistresses pants stuffed in his mouth and either held in by tape of a scarf cleave gag."
"His mistress looks really happy Erin and everyone is looking at her," I said.
"Yes Sam," said Erin in response. "It is a real big deal if you have a male slave! Only the very top 5% richest girls have a slave and they contuse to richer, milking them for sperm that other woman spend thousands of euros for in official government pregnancy centres."
I explained to Erin that I'd love to be her slave sometime and she just laughed saying that I could get my wish if I agreed to attend a party with her on Saturday night. This seemed an excellent idea to me but Erin warned me that it would be a difficult and painful experience being a guy in 23rd century England!
We continued shopping for cloths and even had some time for lunch. I couldn't get over how many beautiful women there were in and around Oxford! The world was certainly a different place! Very little pollution also made it a very pleasant experience and I continued to spend the afternoon with Erin. At around three I announced to Erin that I needed to take a piss. We went to the latest public toilet that was certainly 23rd century but gaining access to take a piss while wearing the thick Lycra catsuit wasn't easy. After about fifteen minutes of stripping and then re dressing I was ready to finish my day. On the way back to Erin house, I asked her how things at the prison had changed in 200 years. Erin explained that my facility had been rebuilt twice in the past 200 years and more recently it had an upgrade to cope with the latest technology. I wanted to see how things had changed in controlling dangerous females minds in 200 years and Erin agreed this would be a great idea tomorrow (Monday). That evening we simply spent the evening, eating and drinking wine before heading off to bed around eleven
On Monday morning Erin suggested that I be her new consultant at the recently updated Oxfordshire woman's prison, which I was really looking forward to. I wanted to try on some of the new cloths we'd bought yesterday. I'd also nearly forgotten that I'd been transformed into Samantha for nearly three days now and I was enjoying the time in female clothing and the varieties of soft and cool gear girls get to wear. To day Erin suggested I wear some of the more formal office wear she'd bought for me yesterday. I was therefore keen to pull on the white satin bra and pants, followed by navy blue Lycra tights. 200 years has brought new developments in Lycra and today you were able to purchase tights in four levels of opaque. I loved completely opaque tights so I got to enjoy the soft warm feeling they cause as my legs rubbed together. It always made me horny and this morning was no diffident. It was still February so I slipped on a really soft bark blue jumper with built in bodice. This style of tight jumper had been in and out of fashion back in the late 20th century but the latest synthetic wool material was better in the 23rd century and the my new thick wool jumper hugged my great female figure. A simple short black skirt with thick leather belt followed and finally a pair of low heeled shoes finished my attire for today and my first visit to the new Oxfordshire woman's prison. Erin entered the bedroom dressed in very similar cloths and we hugged and kissed before heading downstairs for breakfast.
The journey to the Oxfordshire prison was one I'd taken many times before, 200 years ago. The countryside had changed very little except the new motorways were packed with the latest hover cars carrying countless female drivers and passengers to their place of work. We pulled up to the gatehouse at the prison and Erin waved her pass, allowing us into the car park area. Once we'd arrived at the staff reception area Erin was met by Jennifer Owens, who had been governor now for only six weeks as the new facility came online. Erin introduced me to Jennifer as a consultant, specialising in short term punishment methods to ensure inmates accepted the rules. We shook hands and headed for Jennifer's office to remove our coats and scarves before heading onto the prison floor to look at 23rd century incarceration.
"Ah Samantha," hailed Jennifer as we crossed the prison yard towards the prisoner reception area. "Here is the first prison van of the morning arriving from the Oxford court house. There'll we several girls inside who have been either remanded in custody, awaiting trial or prisoners that broke the law at the weekend and are being transferred here for there mandatory 5-day sentence."
"Mandatory 5-day sentence, what's that," I asked?
"Well Samantha," explained Erin! If you break the law during the weekend, say a drunken disorderly offence, you get a fine of £200. As soon as you're arrested, you're taken to the police station, charged and using your credit card, you'll be free in around four to five hours. If you either refuse to pay the fine or it's your second offence, you get an automatic sentence of five days. This mandatory time limit doubles for each time you're arrested for minor offences that do not harm anyone else."
It was that easy to get put in prison in the 23rd century but it worked! Most first offenders never got picked up for a second time and the 5% that did, nine in every ten females locked up for five days, never reoffended again! These results were amazing and certainly worth considering back in my 21st century law enforcement world.
Jennifer invited me into the van to see who they'd just brought in.
"Good morning governor Owens," were the first words of the prison escort officer when we stepped up into the van.
We were told that they only had one prisoner, a girl called Susan who was arrested on Saturday night in central Oxford for being drunk and abusive to other pedestrians on her way home. Susan's file clearly showed that she'd been arrested for a drunken offence three months earlier and now she would spend the next five days behind bars. The hover van certainly was modern. This was a six pod van and lining both sides of the central corridor were six Perspex locked pods. In the first pod on the left was a tall, very attractive girl with long auburn hair tied up in a pony tail and still wearing the same bright red party dress, which she was wearing when she was arrested at 11:54 on Saturday night. The other thing striking about Susan was the way her breasts were pushed forward in the tight party dress but I'd guessed this was due to her wrists being clearly cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were also cuffed but the legirons were not legirons at all but plastic looking bracelets that were attached by a short steel looking cable. The escort officer used her remote control to unlock the pod door and Susan stood up to as soon as the pod floor bolt had unlocked also and Susan stood up to exit the cell.
"It's okay, we'll take her from here," explained Jennifer as she led Susan down the steps and out of the prison hover van.
It was then I noticed Susan's wrists were not locked in handcuffs but similar looking bracelets from the pair that were locked around her ankles. These wrist briskets were locked together behind her back so without a chain link between Susan's cuffs, her wrists were pined behind her back very tightly! I followed Susan who was now held tightly from both arms by Jennifer and Erin as they matched her into the prisoner reception area. We arrived at a processing desk and Susan's charge and automatic detention order was read out to her. She would be held at the Oxfordshire female prison until eleven AM on Saturday morning. Susan cried as they put her in a waiting pod where females would be processed and taken through to the prison itself.
"Erin," I asked? "What are those cuffs that Susan is wearing?"
"Samantha, those are the latest prison cuffs we use these days," explained Erin. "When we process Susan in a few minutes, she'll have a wrists bracelet locked on each wrist for her entire stay here. If her sentence was for a year or ten years, she'd have the same bracelets locked on her wrists for the entire stay. They are linked back to the control room so a guard knows exactly where Susan was at any point in time. They have a tazor setting, which meant the prison officers can control Susan but the neatest thing about these cuffs is the remote controlled bolt that allows the cuffs to be locked together at any time!"
These cuffs amazed me and Erin promised to show me more when they processed Susan, which was only minutes away.
A prison guard extracted Susan from the locked pod and Jennifer, Erin and I followed as she was matched into a shower area. It was only when the door behind us all was locked did the guard called out the serial number of Susan's leg cuffs and wrist cuffs did they open and Susan was now free to strip and shower. While Susan was showering for the first time since Friday or Saturday, Jennifer and the guard fetched a prison uniform and a fresh set of prison bracelets. Jennifer suggested the guard went for her tea break and we would handle Susan for now. As soon as the guard was gone Jennifer instructed Susan to exit the shower and stand in front of us with her hands on her head. Susan was embarrassed to be standing in front of three complete strangers but this was prison and there was no option for poor Susan.
"Miss, why am I here, I was only drunk," wept Susan.
"Jennifer then replied in a strong, voice," Susan you've been automatically convicted of being drunk and disorderly in a public place on Saturday night. This is your second offence and you'll now spend five days in prison for your misdemeanour. Your employer will be informed but under the new law set back in 2215, they cannot fire you for this offence but the time you spend in jail will be taken from your annual vacation allocation!"
Erin went on to say, "Susan, please put on this prison uniform and we'll get you down to your cell where we'll then be able to serve you breakfast."
The prison uniform was a simple affair! Susan was handed one uniform to wear and one in a bag as a change for the week. If she was to serve a much long sentence then she'd have three uniforms in total! Susan then stepped into the rather unflattering pair of yellow cotton panties and then slipped into the yellow coloured cotton bra. Next came the yellow coloured dress that had short sleeves and came to several inches above Susan's knees.
Erin then explained the prison cuffs to Susan: "Susan I'm now going to put these bracelets onto each of your wrists. These will remain locked on for the duration of your five days with us! You'll be required to have your wrists cuffed behind your back when you're not in your cell. These are the rules and you WILL place your wrists behind your back at any time a prison officer asks you to! Failure to do so will mean you get tazor'd and your wrist will be locked behind your back while you're unconscious. They will then remain locked behind your back for 24 hours, is that clear?"
Susan nodded in reply as Jennifer slid each plastic bracelet over Susan's hands and then used a remote control to tighten the cuff around Susan's wrist with the large red pack on the outside of Susan's wrists. Erin then showed me the bolt that locked and unlocked using the remote control. To test them, Erin asked Susan to place her hands behind her back and the bolts locked, pinning Susan's arms behind her back. Finally Jennifer appears with a black fleece looking object:
"Susan, there are other items of clothing you should know about," explained Jennifer.
"This is a prison issue hood," Jennifer went on to explain. "Before you leave your cell, you'll be instructed to put it on and pull the draw strings tight before placing your wrists behind your back to be locked!"
Susan nodded again to show she understood as the tears streamed down her face. Jennifer then approached and slipped the thin fleece looking hood over Susan's head and pulled the draw strings tight around her neck.
"The last piece of clothing you could get to wear Susan is prison issue tights." Explained Erin! "You obviously can't see then right now but they're thick black Lycra with yellow writing down each leg, clearing saying Oxfordshire Female prison. These are very badly sought after in this woman's prison and if you behave while you're here, you could earn a pair by Wednesday, is that clear?"
Susan's black covered head nodded again and a weepy "Yes Maam," came from this terrified young prisoner whose only crime was to have a little too much to drink on a Saturday night. I picked up Susan's spare set of cloths and after slipping rubber sandals onto Susan's feet we called for the door to the shower room to open and we led Susan towards the cell block. It was a long walk through many electrically operated bars and doors until we finally entered C-WING, section for short stay prisoners. Each wing had twenty cells or pods, ten on each side and Susan was led to C-125. Once inside, Jennifer called for cell C-125 to be closed and the Perspex door slid closed, with a CLUNK as it locked. Erin then handed me the PDA control:
"As you can see Samantha, the WiFi as picked up six prisoners nearby," explained Erin. "If you tap on Susan XXXX in cell C-125, you can bring up her profile and unlock her wrists."
It was amazing because as soon as I tap the unlock cuff feature, Susan's cuffs bleeped and the bolt popped open and Susan was able to free her own hands. Jennifer then explained that she could remove her hood and with some difficultly picking the knot in the draw string Susan's head was now free from the hood. Susan folded and popped the hood into the pouch in front of her prison dress as instructed by Jennifer and she went over to sit on her bunk.
"How long will Susan spend in her cell each day Erin," I asked?
"Because she is a short term prisoner," explained Erin, "she will spend 23 hours a day in there with one-hour outside in the fresh air but hooded and cuffed, which is amusing to watch!"
I thought Erin and her new prison was a little extreme but my perverted side certainly saw the interesting side to what was my empire 200 years before.
"I think you're being a tad tough," I explained to Erin and Jennifer.
"Rubbish Sam," replied Erin. You've no idea what tough means in here until you've spent a day restrained to the wall and desperate to take a piss and every time a guard walks past your pod, you're oblivious in the pitch black of the prison hoods."
Jennifer looked at Erin and explained that maybe as their latest consultant I should experience a day in the prison and maybe I'd come up with some new ideas while I rotted in a pod for 23 hours.
"No fucking way," was my only response as I stared at Erin, pleading her not to accept Jennifer's suggestion!
Erin looked at Jennifer and said that I might actually look good in a yellow prison uniform with my hands cuffed and my head covered by a black fleece hood. Jennifer laughed and radioed for some assistance. Wtihin only a few minutes three female prison officers had responded to her calls:
"Ladies, this is Samantha Tyler, our latest consultant sent to us by Erin to she how we can improve our little facility. I'd like you to place Miss Tyler in a free pod, fetch a prison uniform and we'll keep her here a day or two to get a first hand experience of our facility?"
With that, the three guards had surrounded me and I was being man-handled or should I say woman-handled towards an open pod before pushing me inside and having the door electronically side closed and lock with a CLUNK! I stood facing out towards Erin who was smiling at me from outside the Perspex door:
"Sam, just submit and enjoy yourself! I'm sure you'll come up with some great ideas after a day or two in here," explained Erin in a sarcastic voice as she waited for the guards to return with my uniform.
It must have been only five or maybe ten minutes before one of the three guards that popped me into the pod returned with a yellow uniform. Erin opened the cuff hatch and passed me through the uniform and demanded that I put it on so in front of these strangers, I had to undress, pass my cloths through the cuff hatch to Erin and then I stepped into the more utilitarian yellow cotton bra and pants. Thank goodness they had brought me a pair of prison issue tights, which were shiny black and very opaque with the yellow writing, clearly shooing them as prison property. I pulled them on and then slid the yellow, short sleeved prison dress over my head. It came to only a few inches above my knees but I think it looked quite good in the contrast of the shinny prison tights. Next Erin demanded that I passed each hand separately through the cuff hatch so they could place the plastic bracelets around my wrists. They seemed bulky at first but they were light but very tight. Finally, Erin passed me a fleece hood through the hatch and instructed me to pull it over my head and pull the drawstring tight. That complete and after I was in complete darkness did they instruct me to place my hands behind my back so the remote cuffing could take place, joining my bracelets tightly together. Through the darkness I felt the pod door slide open and then Erin holding me tight and whispering into my right ear, hidden behind the fleece hood:
"I still love you Sam but enjoy yourself and I be back tomorrow."
She helped me to the bunk and I sat down before hearing the pod door slide closed and locked once again. Surely they were not going to leave me in here hooded and cuffed but that is exactly what they did do! I therefore had no option but to sit on my pod bunk and contemplate in complete darkness, what I'd actually gotten myself in for? To be honest, I was horny as hell and loving every second of my forced incarceration.
I must have sat in that pod, in complete darkness for hours until I finally heard a voice from outside the pod call for my cuffs to be released, which then enabled me to unpick the drawstring and remove my hood. I looked up from the bunk to see Jennifer standing there with a tray of food:
"Here you go Samantha, here's your dinner. I'll be back in thirty minutes to take the tray away and give you your evening stroll!"
I stood up, walked over to the pod door and retrieved the tray through the cuff hatch and thanked Jennifer. The food was actually okay and in fact a lot better than prisoners would have received 200 years ago in my prison. Thirty minutes came far too qukcly and Jennifer returned ordering me to put the hood back on and place my hands behind my back for automatic cuffing. I was then led out of the pod and into the fresh air.
"Samantha," explained Jennifer. "I'll remove your hood and let you see what it happening out here. Please do not say and word as I don't want to the other prisoners to know who you are or why you're receiving deferent treatment."
With that, Jennifer loosened the drawstring and I could see and breathe normally again. The fleece hood was thick and while breathing was easy, it was much nicer to be rid of the thing and breathing fresh air again. The sight that awaited me was simply amazing. I was ion the exercise yard with around 100 female prisoners, all wearing yellow prison issue dresses but only about half wearing the prison issue tights. It was cold but with all their heads covered by the black fleece hoods and their hands all cuffed behind their backs, it was a sight to behold watching around 100 female prisoners walking around the parameter of the exercise yard. Jennifer explained that there was a groove in the ground that allowed the inmates to all follow the same path around the yard. With that she slipped the hood over my head, tightened the drawstring around my neck and allowed me to take my position in the procession of hooded and handcuffed female inmates. It wasn't nice walking around blind, hoping not to bump into someone of some thing. Soon the guards were calling us to stop and one by one (I think), we were led inside and back to our pods for the night. Only when the door closed and locked, did my handcuffs release automatically and I could remove the hood once again. It was then time for me to change out of my yellow dress and tights and climb into bed for a nights sleep, which was slow in coming due to the noise and CLUNKING of pod doors through the night.
It was weird to think that I was spending my first night ever in prison but I knew that I should be released tomorrow as there was no way Erin would keep me away from her during our first two weeks in nearly two years. Again, I'd spent many a night locked in my own basement cells and pod but I'd never spent a night in one of my own prisons. Tuesday morning came soon enough and breakfast was served around eight AM before the morning activity of females being hooded and cuffed before being led away to their day jobs. No such luck for me as I was left to sweat in my pod all day, with not a lot to do but watch the going's on outside my locked pod door. The other inmates arrived back around mid afternoon and so did Jennifer to explain the afternoon activates:
"Samantha, you'll not yet be aware of our afternoon ritual here in the prison. Your bracelet cuffs need charged for two hours every day and all inmates at the same time go through the same process every day."
I looked at Jennifer from behind the Perspex door of my pod while she explained to me the charging cable and wall mounted cuffs. Each day at four PM a bell would ring throughout the prison and each inmate was expected to pull on the inertia real charging cables and plug them into each cuff before pulling on their fleece hood and tightening the drawstring. I was then told to back up to the wall, place my wrists in the empty and open wall mounted cuffs that would automatically close at 16:10. Under Jennifer's directions, I plugged the charging cables into both my bracelets and then slipped on the fleece hood, not forgetting to tighten the drawstring before positioning myself with my back to the cell (pod) wall and placing my wrists into the open cuffs. It was then I heard the bell ring and Jennifer explained that I was ready and wait there and do nothing until the cuffs locked automatically at 16:10.
"So Jennifer," I asked? "What happens if any female is not in the cuffs at 16:10?"
"Very simple Samantha," explained Jennifer. "A swat team will be sent into the pod and the inmate will be forced into the wall mounted cuffs. Instead of being there two hours as is normal, she'll still be 24 hours later and only then will she be released!"
I think I'll just follow the rules this afternoon and accept my two-hour bondage session, which did start automatically when the wrist cuffs automatically closed around both hands, pinning me against the wall of my pod. It was there I stood for the next two hours or so I think until I heard the pod door open.
"Stand still Samantha while we prepare you," came a voice I didn't recognise!
"Prepare me for what," I demanded but was ignored as I felt my tights being pulled down, followed by my pants.
I had no idea what was happening to me but I felt whoever was in my cell, pulling up heavier pants, followed by something plastic, before my tights were pull back into place.
"Now Samantha," came the unfamiliar voice again. "I'm going unplug your cuffs from the charging unit and then release you from the wall cuffs in a second and as soon as you're hands are free, I want you to put your hands behind your back so we can cuff your wrists?"
"Not until you tell me what is happening," I demanded!
"Have it your way Samantha," was her last words before my hood was lifted so I could see a tall muscular prison officer with four other officers in swat uniforms behind her."
I regretted my rants because this mean looking female officer pushed a rubber bit into my mouth and then pealed back a tape, leaving a plastic gag stuck to my mouth and the rubber bit inside, which had a hole in it for breathing through.
"That should keep you quiet," were next words before she explained that this was the latest prison gagging system. The plastic gag had a soluiton that was released when she peeled back the outer layer and this left the gag stuck to my mouth. Even if my hands were free, I couldn't remove the gag myself until the release soluiton was put in place, allowing the gag to peel off my mouth.
There was no way I was going to get to test the gag because two other officers held my arms as the wall mounted cuffs opened and then pulled me to the cell (pod) floor, forcing my arms behind my back and into the bracelet locking system. That completed, I was forced face down onto the ground and my ankles were put into tight cuffs before being attached to my wrists, leaving me stuck in a 23rd century hogtie. The senior officer removed the hood explaining she wanted me to see this as the four officer swat team lifted me out of the cell and placed me into a tiny cage. The top of the cage closed and locked, leaving me no way to escape even if I wasn't cuffed into a very uncomfortable hogtie.
"My name is Officer Channing and I'm the evening governor here Samantha. I hate consultants and every time you come here, you make all our lives miserable. I'm about to make your life miserable and for a very long time. Tomorrow you'll be going to court on some jumped up, made up charges but until then, and maybe tomorrow, you're going in the hole."
I tried to scream into the gag but practically no sound came out as my cage, with me locked inside was lifted onto a trolley and I was wheeled out of the remand cell block. After about ten minutes and numerous electronic bars being opened and closed, I arrived in a small block which resembled a hospital morgue with a wall full of small pods, six across, by three high. Officer Channing used her hand held remote control to open the wall pod three up and two in from the right. The trolley was then winched up until my cage could be slid into the wall pod. This sort of reminded me of the Japanese hotel pods back in the 20th and 21st century. They charged you $50 a night for a pod but tonight I was spending my evening locked in one and also in an incredibly tight hogtie. I then realised that I was wearing a diaper so it was clear, I was expected to be in here for some considerable time. As soon as my cage was inside the pod, the door closed automatically and I was left in complete darkness as this pod door was not Perspex. It was going to be a very long night as I was beginning to get very sore, lying on my stomach with my hands and feet closely attached with absolutely no relief. I tried very hard not to piss into my diaper but at some point through the night, I had no option and that just made my night even worse.
I must have got some sleep because I was finally disturbed by the pod door opening and another officer unknown to me sliding me out of the cage and onto another trolley, which brought me down to the floor. This one officer then wheeled out of the punishment block and into a locker room:
"Okay Samantha, I'm officer Carter and I've got the job to prepare you for court this morning. I will soon release you from the cage and you can take a shower. You'll get to wear your own cloths and you will be cuffed again before being taken to court but I must warn you, one wrong move and you'll get zapped," were her words as she held up her remote control in front of my face!
Officer Carter then unlocked my cage before finally releasing my hog tie. My handcuffs were even released but this was so I could get myself out of the cage. I had to strip in front of Officer Carter who held her remote control in front of me the whole time before I could remove the diaper and dump in into the trash can. The shower was wonderful and it felt great putting on the suit I'd worn to the prison yesterday with Erin. I have to say that I was very nervous because at no point had Officer Carter removed my gag and I tried to mumph as best I could the fact that I wasn't really a prisoner but she reminded me that one more sound and I'd be zapped so I quickly pulled on my soft silky underwear, followed by my tights and then the tight jumper, short skirt and knee high boots that I'd arrived in yesterday. My hands were locked once more behind my back and Officer Carter then placed my ankles in similar cuffs but this time with about two feet of cable between then, allowing for some movement. She then wrapped my long winter scarf around my neck, pulling it up over my face, explaining that it looked better, covering the prison gag. I was then led out to a waiting Mercedes prison van that had been demonstrated to me yesterday. I was directed into the last pod on he left and as soon as I'd sat down, the ankle cable was locked into the floor mounted locking system and a fleece hood was pulled down over my head. The last thing I heard was the pod door being closed and the CLUNK of the automatic locking system.
The journey to the court house was only about half-an-hour and I found it difficult to sit on the bench with my hands cuffed behind my back and my ankles finally locked to the floor. I was starting to panic because I'd no idea what awaited me at the court house and the jumped up charges that Officer Channing had talked about last night. I wanted to see Erin and find out what was happening but there was no way to contact her in this position!
The prison van finally came to a halt and within five minutes I was led out and into the fresh air. At no time was my hood removed so I'd no idea where I was or where they were taking me. I did know that I'd been handed over to someone else's custody but they talked very quietly and I didn't recognise the voices. Again I was led down some steps and the familiar sound of a pod door being opened and finally I was placed inside and the door closed and locked without any words being spoken. I simply had to sit on the pod bunk and await my fate. It was hot in the pod and having the winter scarf wrapped around my face made my wait even more uncomfortable. I had assumed that I was waiting in the court cells but to be honest I'd no idea where I was that Wednesday morning in 2217. All I knew was I was restrained and in the hands of my captures or the 23rd century authorities. What was going to happen to me and was I going to spend the next how long in prison, stuck here as a female in the 23rd century. I was really a guy but no one knew in this crazy world run by females.
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