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Chapter 1: Entering Prison
🕑 Added 2022-10-07 18:09:41 +0000 UTC The wooden sailboat pressed ahead with the wind, the waves were beating rhythmically against the hull, and the old wooden planks were moaning. Annie Carrie was already going crazy at the endless repetitions of these sounds, but she was a prisoner now. Her feelings meant nothing; nobody cared. Unlike the other criminals chained belowdecks, Annie had her own personal space ...but this was not a good thing. Ventilation was poor in the stifling hold. The air was thick with the musty smells of fish and vomit, and her world was a heavy cage made of rough-forged pig iron, studded cruelly with barbs turned inwards. Her movements, already limited, were even more restricted by these threats to her skin. Her hands were roughly bound behind her with heavy chains, and the large black iron locks were tugging against her wrists as the ship swayed. Thick iron shackles were riveted around her ankles. Fastened together with heavy chains, they prevented any hope of escape. She could only choose to kneel or squat, but it was an awful and uncomfortable choice. Either the soles of her dirty feet were pressing harshly into the bars of cage's floor, or the same was being done to her knees. The left shoulder of her crude and torn prison uniform had long since worn out, leaving half of her breast exposed, her pink areola and tender red nipple peeking over the torn fabric and trembling in the strange air. The ragged clothes barely covered her naval, and completely left her butt and privates exposed. It seems that for the sake of hygiene, her pubic hair had been shaved and cleaned before boarding the ship. Two wet lips hung down from her honey slit, her cherry red clitoris quite visible and unobscured. Her face was a patchwork of small, faded scars, and from among them the golden pupils of her eyes stared lifelessly at the wall of her confines. Her long, blonde hair laid scattered across the wooden yoke that locked her neck in place, her unwashed hair smelling foul and greasy after her long voyage. Her family had made her a scapegoat for their own benefit, forcing her to confess in court to crimes she did not commit. She had hoped that her sentence would be deemed awful enough, that she would be allowed to retain at least some shred of her dignity, but this was stripped away entirely. She had been locked into her gibbet immediately upon being handed her sentence by the magistrate. When she was carried aboard the prisoner ship, the crew not only tore her already-threadbare prisoner's clothing on the barbs of the cage, they also hauled the cage up on deck and told her to piss, right there, in full view of the crowd gathered on the docks. She had not been provided with any opportunity to relieve herself privately during or after her long trial. Under the hot sun and amidst the jeers of the onlookers, she tried her best to hold out, straining against nature for as long as she could. Finally, inevitably, she had failed, and a stream of golden fluid flowed out from between her legs, splashing through the cage and onto the deck below. As she swayed gently against the bars with the movement of waves, her face streaked from crying, Annie despaired for her future. The ship full of criminals drifted ever onward, into an unknown hell. Finally, the ship docked, with a thump that was felt more than heard. With a clatter and shout, the other convict women were unchained one at a time from their communal moorings belowdecks, under heavy guard. Immediately, each woman was handcuffed, and then shackled in turn to the next, until their miserable company was ready to drag their heavy leg shackles off the ship in rows. Annie was not released from her cage, but was carried off the ship like cattle, hefted by a work team of heavily burdened female prisoners. She was hauled into the facility ahead and finally set down in the medical examination room of the prison. Two prison guards, one with a document in her hand to check the identity of the offender, and the other gripping a disciplinary whip, stood in front of the cage. Annie was doused unceremoniously with cold water, but her head still drooped low from hunger and lack of rest. The first guard spoke. "Annie Carrie, the fourth daughter of the Carrie family. That's you, right?" "Yes." Her lips were dry and cracked, her throat had not been moistened by water for a long time, and her voice was hoarse and breathless as she replied. "You committed the crime of intentional homicide, having killed the captain of the Royal Guard." "I was wrongly accused! Please believe me~" Annie cried out. "How dare you be dishonest when you're here!" The second prison guard raised her whip and cracked it across Annie's exposed skin, interrupting Annie's protestations. Annie hung dazed in her cage, barely holding on to consciousness, and barely responding to the torture. Two prison guards looked at each other, then took out the key to open the cage and Annie's neck yoke. They hauled her out and stood her up straight against the wall, then began to measure her and take photographic records for her file. Annie was nineteen years old, the only unmarried woman of her family. Her hobby had been adventure: travel, and the field study of natural history. She had traveled the world by boat, visited many places and gathered a noteworthy volume of knowledge and experience. The exercise of her travels had left her physically fit, well beyond most of the pampered noble sons her age. But apparently this knowledge, experience and physical ability were of no value to her family. Her only worth was in marriage to another noble family, strengthening alliances and acting as a pawn for courtly maneuvers. Eventually, she must have been deemed a liability, and this was her family's method of disposing of her. After confirming her identity and collecting her statistics, the two guards laid Annie down on an inspection frame that resembled a maternity bed. Her legs were lifted onto the supports, her knees bent and strapped firmly in place, then her ankles fixed as well. Once secured, the guards wound a black leather strap around Annie's belly, and slowly tightened it, pressing on her firmly. Seeing her body being restrained like this, and anticipating the purpose of the inspection frame, Annie tried to endure silently, but didn't last long. Suddenly, reflexively, she began to violently shake and tug at her restraints, her fists clenched and her teeth gritted in a useless struggle as she rattled the frame. "No! I didn't commit a crime! I ...... I did not DO anything! ......" She didn't know how many times a day the prison guards heard these exact protestations, but it clearly had no impact on them at all. Like a cold machine, the pair continued their task. The first guard turned away and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, while the other pressed on Annie's inner thighs, pulling them apart to peel away the two fleshy walls outside the pussy, leaving the red fleshy lips completely exposed, the vagina slightly open, warm air flowing from inside her. It was the first time her pussy had been touched, and the first experience was not gentle. The prison guard reached out with both fingers and penetrated skillfully. Annie instinctively shuddered with spasms, but the movement only caused additional pain as the belt across her stomach sank into her skin, and tears squeezed out of her already dry eyes. Her firm, buxom breasts were trembling from her chaotic breathing, and the full, engorged nipples made pink streaks in the air. The strap across her belly was then loosened slightly, easing some of the pain. However, the pressure was slowly replaced as the guard's fingers probed deeper and deeper in. They pushed against the nerve-rich wall of her pussy, the force of which pressed a fleshy bulge up from her sweaty belly, wet with the pain and aching with pressure. The nerves in her pussy were dense and sensitive, transmitting strange and dangerous tactile signals to her brain. Annie was trembling out of fear and despair. Her eyes were as lifeless and blank as a corpse, unthinkingly watching her body being manipulated at will. "There is no foreign body in the vagina." The prison guard made this declaration, but she did not pull her hand out. Her five fingers pressed together and she rose halfway, pressed harder, and actually invaded deeper into Anne's privates. Anne did not even have the opportunity to beg for mercy. Her fingernails dug into her own flesh, her white teeth clenched, her toes scrunched until her soles were a field of red folds, and her eyes rolled up as she threatened to lose consciousness. Poof! The sound of something hard slipping into a soft cavity sounds a little funny, and the pain Annie felt lessened slightly - after all, the wrist is a little thinner than the hand. But the psychological and spiritual destruction had already broken her down completely. Almost twenty years of human identity ended completely. She now knew she was a slave, possibly even livestock. Knowledge and faith were no longer necessary; self-respect and ideals were things she no longer had nor even deserved. She would remain in this dark, dark place, forever imprisoned and tormented until her eventual death ...... The two guards followed up with other examinations, but Anne did not react any further despite the additional discomfort. She reacted as though she were a puppet at their mercy. The examination complete, the two female guards left briefly and returned. One carried a a belt and a sack, the other had chains draped over one arm, and dragged a small cage behind her. For the sake of secrecy, every Level 2 or higher prisoner had all their senses blocked after the test, and were then taken deeper into the prison, unable to see the path, further removing any hope of escape. She could only lay there and look at the dim electric lights overhead, and listen to the gradual tightening of the straps. Finally, a thick, hard and heavy gag was sealed over her mouth, and the lock clicked shut. She would not be allowed to speak a word - after all, livestock has no need to speak... A thick cloth hood was put over her head and tightened. The material was rough and porous, allowing her to breathe - unless the sack got wet, in which case the poor ventilation would definitely cause her to suffocate. It did the job of sealing her vision entirely, making it so she had no hope of seeing and remembering the terrain on her way down. It also held her hair inside the fabric, in a loose bundle. She could hear and feel thick, heavy shackles encircle her wrists, waist and ankles, and felt a thunk as each was locked in place. Annie was laid on the ground, her body completely fixed by the locks and heavy chain. Her whole person was lying on the floor like a piece of meat, her arms uncomfortably pinned behind her back, every last possible avenue of escape carefully eliminated. This heavy restraint procedure complete, the prison guards brought up a bucket of ice water and doused the prisoner. The bone-chilling cold made her jolt, suddenly kicking and struggling - the bag on her head immediately closed in and sealed off her breath, the suffocation making her roll around on the ground struggling desperately, but the neck of her sack was fixed on with locking leather straps. Even if her hands were free, she wouldn't have been able to scrabble the wet hood off, and since they weren't anyway, all she could do was buck and kick while feeling a threat of passing out close in on her. The last thing to do was to install Annie into her cage. Even calling this tiny and heartless thing a "cage" didn't do it justice. A female prisoner would be folded almost in half, kneeling so that her thighs and bust squeezed tightly together. The criminal didn't so much "enter" the cage as were "compressed" into it, and then the barred hatch closed so that their tightly bundled bodies could barely twitch. The structure of the cage itself enforced the prisoner's stern kneeling position. The front of the cage contained an integral iron shackle that locked the neck, holding it firmly in place, only allowing the head to tilt slightly up and down. The middle of the opening formed two sides of a trapezoid, forcing the buttocks into the air, and the enclosing door included curved bars that fit together around the ankles. Once sealed, a pair of large feet were exposed just outside of the cage, almost immobile, twitching helplessly in the open air against the steel bonds, while her rear would be exposed just inside the confines of the cage. Annie was thus held in an extremely humiliating position on her knees, her bare anus and pussy presented for inspection, a pair of dirty feet sticking out and occasionally twitching and shaking from the discomfort. After "sealing" the female prisoner, the prison guards roughly hoisted the cage into a cart. She was then bumped and rattled down the uneven flagstone hall into the prison correctional area. The term "correctional area" makes it sound like a place to educate prisoners, but in reality it is a brutal, dark area: isolated and cramped. Female prisoners were slotted into stone alcoves in the wall, their cages pushed in like a rack into a dark oven. The sack prevented Annie from seeing the line of dirty bare feet, sticking out of cages just like hers, extending down the hallway wall in both directions from her own slot. This area was created to kill any thought of rebellion in the prisoners. They were kept tightly bundled like swaddled newborns, before they eventually graduated into the rest of the prison facility. Each female prisoner was held here for ten days, unable to do anything, hear anything, see anything, or even to know if or when she would be released. They were denied the luxury of making a sound, of eating or drinking normally - taking nutrients through the anus - and enduring the random punishments that could come at any time, their asses whipped and the soles of their exposed feet tormented. As she felt her cage vibrate and felt the air stifle as she was pushed into the crevice, Annie wasn't even given the luxury of knowing what was to come. Since the prison's inception, the threat alone of returning to this place was all that was needed to keep the women in line. No female inmate had ever attempted to resist, after suffering through the "Correctional Area".
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enakgind
I'm happy to be able to read parts of the novel!
