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Subject: Campus Parking Ticket Roundup - part 12
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Campus Parking Ticket Roundup - Part 12
Characters:
+++Jim Cranston - Assistant Chief of Police
+++Donna Cranston - his wife, now being held in custody in medical
restraints
Ron Johnson - Chief of Police
+++Regina Strong - Police Sergeant
Billy Marks - Rookie Officer
Candy - arrested wearing a white blouse and leather slacks, on the bus
to Women's Prison
Justine Rogers- arrested and bailed out by her parents.
Tony, Justine's Boyfriend
Mr. Rogers - Justine's Dad
Mrs. Rogers - Justine's Mom
Text file by Felix Dartmouth
© 2005, all rights reserved
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felix.dartmouth@archw.com
date first published on archw.com - Jan 10, 2000
Donna was taken into a small room to prepare herself for her hearing
before the magistrate. Although she was not allowed contact with her
husband, Jim, Regina had seen to it that her dress, in which she had
been arrested had been sent out to be cleaned, and that her bra and
panties had been laundered. There was a small makeup kit, a hair
curler, and a blow drier so that the female prisoners could improve
their appearance as much as possible before hearings, visitations, and
transport.
The young female marshal who had escorted her removed her handcuffs
from behind her back, then removed her leg-irons. The harness-gag
which had been strapped and locked tightly abound her head was
unlocked and unbuckled and the large red ball was pulled from behind
her teeth. It was tossed on the table next to her. Donna stretched
and groaned. This was her first release from all bondage for days.
She worked her jaw and rubbed her wrists. Although in her cell she
was restrained to her bed in humane restraints, her wrists and ankles
still became chafed.
Donna was dressed in a filmy polyester see-through orange jumpsuit
with three-quarter sleeves and pants legs that came down to her
calves. The jumpsuit was designed to give easy access to the ankles
and the wrists and to make concealing any type of weapon or contraband
almost impossible.
"Make yourself pretty," said the marshal. "It might help." Donna
smiled at her. Young law officer, maybe a year or so younger than
Donna herself, exited the light green painted metal door. A blot was
slid shut, and keys rattled in the lock.
The room was small, but well lit. There were two chairs, a table, a
mirror, a sink, and a basin. Donna's clothes were hung on a hangar.
Donna wondered if she should just relax, and enjoy her freedom, but
decided that her time must be limited. She took off her jumpsuit, and
was nude.
Since she had been soaped down and hosed off that morning she was
clean, at least as clean as she could be in jail. She donned her
panties, and bra. She noted that instead of pantyhose, she was given
garter and stockings to wear, with a seam down the back. She put them
on, then she strapped on her high heels.
Donna did her makeup carefully, and then used the curling irons to
give some body to her hair. She was surprised that an electric
curling iron would be given to a prisoner.
She hoped that Jim would be at her hearing. She didn't see why he
couldn't be with her in a public courtroom.
After putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, she put on
her dress, and buttoned it up. She looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked very much like the beautiful young woman who had gone off
to work in the English department days ago, before her arrest. Very
much like the young woman who had never know the cramping bite of
handcuffs locked behind her back, or the hobbling pain of leg-irons
restricting her steps. Very much like the young woman whose beautiful
lips were virgin to the foul taste of a rubber and leather ball-gag,
tightly buckled at the nape of her neck, holding a hated ball deeply
strapped between her white teeth.
She sat down to wait, but remained in the locked room. She supposed
that there was no reason to come fetch her, and that she could not
exactly go anywhere. She thought about what Regina had said in the
police car as she was taken from the state women's lockup back to the
local jail for her hearing.
She wondered if Jim, being alone since she was incarcerated, would
yield to temptation and dally with Regina. She wondered if Jim would
be tempted by bondage.
She had a hard time believing, though, that Regina would be so foolish
as to sleep with one of her superiors while that superior's wife was
in jail. It just didn't seem like a smart career move.
The keys rattled outdoors, breaking up Donna's analysis. "Think of
the devil," she said. It was Regina.
"Today's a big one for you, love," said Regina. "Your hearing is
coming up. You look nice."
"Thank you." She didn't think it would be good to say anything about
Jim, or ask if he would be there.
Regina picked up the handcuffs.
"Is it really necessary for me to go to court handcuffed?" asked
Donna.
"No one appears before the judge unless they are properly restrained.
It's just the regulations. This will be very short. You can enter
your plea, and the judge will pronounce a disposition to your case. If
you are bound over for trial, you will be bussed back to the State
Lockup and you can consult with an attorney. In the unlikely event
that your case is dismissed, you will be freed forthwith."
Donna's face flushed at the prospect that she could be taken back to
the State Lockup.
She held out a wrist. Her dress had sheer black sleeves with a white
cuff at the end. Regina took her wrists, and pushed back the sleeve,
then, looking Donna in the eye, tightened the handcuff about her
wrists between the hand and the wrist bone, and double locked it.
She pulled the wrist to the side, twisting Donna around, and repeated
the procedure on her other wrist, locking the other wrist to its
sister behind her back. Regina had a white bow just above the waist
of her dress, but this feminine feature was almost hidden by her
wrists in their handcuffs.
The leg-irons were next. They were locked about the ankle-straps that
held on her high-heels, and for extra restraint, Regina locked a
three-foot chain between the link between the handcuffs and Donna's
leg irons. Donna took a few experimental steps. She practically had
to go swayback to take more than a six inch step, because the ankle
irons pulled down on her handcuffs as they straightened out.
"Isn't this a bit much for court? I am certainly not going to try and
make a run for it in front of a judge! That would be an immediate
ticket to prison!"
"I have news for you, hon, you already have a ticket to prison. I'm
just locking you up nice and tight so you can go straight from the
courthouse to the prison bus. I've sworn out an affidavit about your
behavior during incarceration. Seems you are a bit of a violent
inmate, and a security risk."
"No!" Donna shook her chains. Regina grabbed her by the hair, and
pulled her around. She took a ball-gag from her purse, and held it to
Donna's lips.
Could these be the last words she will speak before being taken off to
prison? The ball was thrust behind her white teeth and held there by
Regina as Donna gnawed on the foamy rubber ball.
The straps were pulled behind her head and buckled loosely as Regina
arranged Donna's tresses on the outside of the gag strap.
She pulled the strap tightly into the buckle and tightened it to where
it was pulled well behind the back of Donna's teeth, and tightly
bisected her cheeks, making the bulge above the black leather. Donna
could only groan in misery.
Regina stood in front of Donna, and put her arms around her. She
kissed her lips, and put her tongue inside her mouth, between Donna's
teeth and gums as Donna tried to recoil in horror.
"You're off to prison, hon," whispered Regina to her, placing her hand
on Donna's breast, and rolling her nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. Donna struggled by to no avail.
"Yep, while you are spending 23 hours a day in solitary, and 1 hour a
day walking alone in chains in an outdoor cage, Jim and I will be
loving it up. How does that sound to you."
Donna was weeping. Could this be true?
"You know, every night, I spend the night in your bed, tightly tied,
just like Jim ties you. He makes me shudder with desire every night."
Donna started. This was sounding pretty shaky to her!
Regina continued. "I kneel before him in my dress uniform, my wrists
in my own handcuffs behind my back, and he sits in a chair. He
unbuckles his uniform slacks, and places his hand behind my head. My
mouth kisses his manhood, and he forces me down on him, deeply into my
throat."
Donna was involuntarily drooling, and Regina was panting.
"He commands me to be still, but his penis is well up on the back of
my mouth, and my tongue twitches. You know what I mean, don't you?"
Donna calmed down. Surely this was bullshit. Jim and never tied her,
and she never performed oral sex for him while bound kneeling between
his legs.
Regina quickly broke the mood. "Well, you look nice - all prim and
proper in your pretty little dress and your chains and gag. You'll
make quite an impression on the judge. Come on, let's go."
Regina was shaking from Regina's psychotic display and wondering when
she could report this to Jim. In fact, she almost wished to be
quickly sentenced to a proper prison so that she could have visitation
with her husband and inform him of the nutcase that he has working in
his department.
She was marched by Regina right past Jim's office. The door was open,
but Jim was not in there. She was taken out back where there was
another girl in chains waiting to be taken the few blocks to the
courthouse.
She was a pretty brunette. She was wearing a really slutty looking
outfit. She had on hot pants, hose, high heels, and a "peasant" style
rayon blouse with sheer sleeves. She had a very thick black belt very
tightly buckled around her waist. Her hands were handcuffed behind
her back, and similarly to Donna, a chain depended from the link
between her wrist cuffs down to her leg irons.
However, she wore a very severe looking harness-gag around her head
that reminded Donna of something that you would put on a horse. Tight
straps rose from the ball to a ring between her eyes, then straps
around her head, and under her chin kept the whole arrangement tightly
strapped into place. Small locks were fastened on all the buckles.
Donna wondered how long it would take to get her undone to make any
statements in court.
Regina handed her over to the officer driving. "Watch this one. She's
real trouble," she said, referring to Donna.
Donna was helped into the back seat. The deputy guided her head in,
so that she did not bump it on the roof of the car.
The other girl was also helped in, and seatbelted.
After the car pulled out for its short drive to the courthouse, the
driver turned and said, "Aren't you Donna Cranston, the chief's wife?"
Donna rolled her eyes in humiliation and nodded.
"He's real worried about you. The whole office is pulling for you."
The driver didn't say anything more. After a few blocks they pulled
into the back of the courthouse where the prisoners were brought in
and taken out.
Donna knew that after a trail, if the defendant were found not-guilty,
she was free to leave, but if she were guilty, they were handcuffed
and taken through a door to the right of the judge's bench to be
locked in small holding cages until the end of the day, when they were
all taken to various facilities of incarceration.
Donna and her trip-mate were taken into the courtroom and seated on a
bench. There were several other girls ahead of them. All were
restrained carefully.
One girl was freed due to a flaw in the indictment, but the next was
sentenced to 1 year in the State Prison for having fines in excess of
$5,000.
She was wearing a virginal white dress with heels. The dress almost
reminded Donna of a wedding gown. It was tea length, which a sheer
bodice and sleeves. She was handcuffed as her sentence was
pronounced.
She broke down in tears and was taken struggling in her irons through
the door to the right of the judge's bench, where she would be caged
until her transport to the Women's facility.
The girl that was freed sat down with her boyfriend in the court
gallery in her cuffs and irons. There was no one who stepped forward
to release her from her restraints.
The young woman in the tasteless (Donna thought) outfit stood before
the judge in her bondage and locked harness gag. The judge was a
rather stern middle-aged woman.
"Please remove the gag from this young lady so she can enter her
plea," She asked the bailiff.
"Sorry, judge," he said sheepishly. "The harness is locked on, and we
were not provided with keys."
The judge rolled her eyes. "How many times have I asked them to
provide keys for the restraints when they send these girls down here!
Send this one back, and attach a note that she has to be able to
plead."
The girl was taken to the door in the back to be locked up. She would
have to spend another weekend in jail as a result of this snafu.
Donna now stood before the judge. Her gag was unstrapped and fastened
about her neck. This was the moment of truth.
"Donna Carnston?" asked the judge.
"Donna Cranston, ma'am," corrected Donna.
"How do you spell that last name?" asked the judge.
Donna spelled the name, letter by letter.
"The indictment contains a technical flaw. Case dismissed!" The
gavel fell.
Just like that, Donna was freed. Her heart leapt. The bailiff
uncuffed her wrists, then her ankles. He took the ball-gag from her
throat.
Donna did not know what to do, but she realized that she could leave.
Another girl, in flowered dress, high heels, handcuffed and ironed,
with a ball-gag around her throat was brought before the judge. She
was quickly found guilty, and sentenced to a month in prison.
Donna walked out the back of the courthouse, a free woman.
"Donna!" she turned when she heard her name called. It was Jim!
She ran to him, and hugged him in a warm embrace. He gave her a deep,
warm kiss.
"Let's go home," he said.
End of the campus parking ticket roundup, part 12
Felix Dartmouth
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