The Assignment Pt. 01

"Open your mouth," commanded the guard.

Anne opened her mouth. The guard used a small penlight to look into her mouth. The guard then used it to look into Anne's ears and her nose. The guard then untied Anne's bun. Anne's long brown hair came tumbling down from her head. It reached as far down as the top of her butt. The guard searching her moved strands of hair apart. She did this for about a minute. Then Anne was made to turn around. The guard ordered Anne to lift her foot up for the guard to see. Anne reluctantly complied. The guard then lifted Anne's right breast followed by her left breast. Anne's nipples were also poked and twisted. Anne cried out in pain, but she was ignored.

"Get up on to the table and lie on your back with your knees raised and your legs spread," ordered the guard.

Anne meekly complied, she moved towards the table. She climbed onto the table and got on her back. She raised her knees and moved her feet apart.

"Wider!" said the guard.

Anne did as she was told. The guard smeared a gel on the finger of her glove. Then the guard placed her finger into Anne's vagina. Anne winced, the finger felt cold in her pussy. The guard probed around her pussy for a while. Finally the guard withdrew her finger.

"Get down from the table, stand at the edge of the table and bend over with your legs spread wide apart," the guard commanded.

Anne got down from the table, she bent over the table. As she looked back, she was well aware that the guards, especially the leering male one was getting a very good view of her bare butt and her pussy. A tear streamed down her eye, but she was determined not to cry out aloud, not in front of these people. The guard grabbed her butt cheeks and moved them apart. With one hand on her left cheek, the guard placed a finger in her anus. This time Anne cried out in pain, quite loudly.

"Silence bitch!" yelled the guard as she pulled her finger out of Anne's butt.

Anne was then taken into the next room. This room was painted in a dark gray color. The stone floor felt rough on Anne's bare feet. A small sink was in the corner of the room, on the other side there was a table and close to it was a stool. Anne was led to the sink. The guard gave her some wet wipes.

"Remove your make up."

Anne wanted to cry, they were taking everything from her, her freedom, her clothes now even her make up. She didn't want to provoke the guards though and she did what she was told. She wiped her face first, then she wiped off her eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Then she wiped off her lip gloss. Once she was done the guard gave her nail polish remover and some cotton balls. Anne was ordered to remove her nail polish. She applied the remover on the cotton balls and wiped away her pink polish on her hands. She then wiped her black nail polish on her toenails off.

Anne was then led out of the room again. She walked naked down a long corridor, some guards who were going about their business caught a glimpse of Anne, as she was being escorted by the guard. A few took glances at Anne, but most ignored her. They reached a room at the end of the corridor. The guard opened it. Like in the room, where Anne's pussy and anus were searched, this room had an examination table. Anne was marched towards it. As she moved closer to the table, she felt the texture beneath her bare feet change. Unlike the cool, smooth linoleum of the floor, her feet were now touching something coarser. She looked down and she saw hair all over the floor near the table. She looked up and saw a pair of scissors and an electric shaver on the table.

"No, no please, not my hair, please not that, I'll do anything," pleaded Anne.

"Be quiet bitch!" barked a guard. The male guard decided to actually be involved in her processing as he grabbed her by the legs. Two other guards grabbed her arms and they lifted her on to the table. She was put on her back, with the guards holding her by the arms and legs. Their grips were strong and painful to Anne. One of the guards grabbed the electric shaver. She set to work. Anne sobbed quietly as the guard began shaving her pubic area. Her brown pubes were now giving away to pink skin. The guard quickly completed her work, it had only taken a few minutes to get her pussy bald.

"Sit on the edge of the desk, now."

Anne slid her butt towards the edge of the desk. The guard picked up the scissors. Anne felt the guard grab some of her hair. She felt the scissors cutting through her hair. As her hair fell to her legs and on the floor, Anne burst into tears. She thought about how much time and care she gave to her hair. She thought about how much money she spent on her hair. All for a cruel joke played by that evil bitch Gladys. Her hair had been trimmed so that it was only just more than chin length. The guard looked around and then trimmed a little so that her hair was exactly chin length.

When that was done Anne was dragged out of that room. She complied meekly, without any resistance. Anne was ushered into a shower. A guard turned on the water. It was icy cold. Anne shivered and her nipples hardened. She saw the water wash away small locks of her hair that were had been sitting on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. The guards tossed a piece of soap.

"Wash out your hair." came the order. Anne did as she was told, the soap began to lather, the smell was nauseating and Anne gagged. The guards laughed. "Now wash your feet," the guard instructed. Anne washed the bottoms of her feet for a minute. Then she was ordered to wash out her bottom and pussy. The soap stung her newly shaved pussy. Then the guard turned the water off. Anne was tossed a small towel and ordered to dry herself. After she had dried herself, she was led out of the shower room and into a storeroom.

A guard threw a green prison dress at her. It smelt old and rotten. She was ordered to put it on and she did. One of the guards also picked up two thin blankets, a cup, bowl and a toothbrush. A guard then shackled her feet and then her hands. Another guard then linked her hand shackles with her leg shackles. They left the storeroom.

"Wait, wait, don't I get any shoes, what about underwear?" asked Anne.

The guards laughed. The male guard answered her. "You think the prison authority people can afford to give every tramp a pair of shoes and panties, girl."

"You can't expect me to not wear shoes when I'm living here." said Anne defiantly.

"We do and you will stay barefoot while you are here, ask one more time about shoes or underwear or anything, I will strap your dainty little bottom myself, bitch," snapped the tall female guard.

Anne stayed silent as they marched her towards her cell. Although it was dark she could still see inmates in the cells, some were asleep and some were looking at her. Anne was uncomfortable and she looked at the floor. Then the guards stopped at a cell. Anne's hand and leg shackles were unfastened and the guard thrust the blankets, cup, bowl and toothbrush at Anne. The guard then unlocked a cell door. Another woman was inside it. Though it was dark, Anne could see that she was wearing a similar prison dress and that her hair was also cut like Anne's. Anne was ushered into the cell. As Anne was about to enter the cell one of the guards kicked her in the butt. Anne stumbled and fell, her cup and bowl went flying and the blankets spilled out of her hands, she didn't see where the toothbrush went. The guards burst into laughter as they closed the cell door. Anne gathered up her blankets. The woman in the cell, picked up her cup, bowl and toothbrush and gave it to her.

"Thanks," muttered Anne.

"You're welcome, what is your name?" asked the woman.

"Anne"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jessica but you can call me Jess or Jessie," she said as they shook hands.