The Arrival:
A long, white sheriff's van, with the initials I.F.D. stenciled on the door pulled into the razor wired compound at the rear of the International Federation of Dominants court house. Two prison guards slid the gate closed behind the van, before walking purposefully over to the driver's side window. The taller of the two guards, a buxom blonde woman glanced through the caged window as she did so, and gave a small, satisfied smirk. She adjusted her tight fitting blue shirt, ran her fingers though her braided blond hair, and smoothed her tight black leather skirt. She did not know why, but five years later, the woman in the van still made her fidgety.
As she came near, the driver rolled down his window to talk to her. She admired Ken as he did so, he was young, well built, and good looking. He was not tall, but his sandy brown hair was cut short-- just the way she liked it. "Hi," she greeted him coyly, "I see that the bitch has arrived for the verdict."
"Yeah, she still seems pretty confident. This morning she threatened to haul me before the tribunal for inappropriate conduct when she gets acquitted. It seems that our van's lack of air conditioning not working might constitute grounds for abuse of a dominant."
Amanda pulled her sunglasses halfway down her nose, and looked at him incredulously. "She thinks that they'll acquit her? They've convicted every other person charged in the case."
Even as she said the words; however, Amanda knew that the mistress might well avoid sharing the fate of her denizens. Every single one of them had declined the opportunity to testify against her, even though it might earn them a lighter sentence. Further, the tribunal had been more than fair in her rulings too-- the result of a very improper private meeting in quarters, if the rumors circulating the courthouse were true.
Ken simply shrugged. Then a throaty voice with a British accent broke in from behind the grill separating the driver from the prisoners, "Get us the hell out of here. This van is an oven."
Pushing her sunglasses back up, Amanda casually strolled to the other side of the van, making a show of swining her baton in a wide circle as she did so. She motioned to her partner Alexis, a statuesque woman with long, black hair, to open the metal door leading into the courthouse. The woman made a show of swaying her hips when walking over and bending over far more than necessary as she unlocked the door, wiggling her perfect ass invitingly. Amanda silently cursed her, knowing that the show was very intentional. Alexis knew how hot that would make her, and that she would have to sweat all day before she was able to act on the impulse. She looked forward to her new assignment as warden of the I.F.D. Supermax. She would be able to have her delicious partner any time that she wanted; in fact, she could have any of the guards or inmates whenever she wanted. The thought put a wide grin on her face.
Ken joined her, and she playfully grabbed his butt cheek as he did so. The male guard had been an exclusive playmate of Amanda's for several months, and she was looking forward to working with him at Stanfield Prison, the new I.F.D. correctional facility, three hundred miles off the coast of California. Amanda beckoned her partner to return as she slid the door open. Alexis walked over quickly, drawing her baton as she did so, she knew that this crew was dangerous.
As soon as the other two guards arrived to back her up, Amanda slid the door open. "O.K., all of you sluts get out of the van," she commanded.
The first woman to emerge from the van was Rebecca, formerly mistress Rebecca. She was a tall, proud, beautiful woman whose flaxen hair tumbled carelessly about her shoulders. Her large, firm breasts struggled for freedom against the tight, striped, latex prison dress that she wore. As she tried to step down from the van she stumbled, as a result of the shackles on her ankles. Her useless hands were securely handcuffed and attached to a belly chain, preventing her from righting herself. Fortunately for Rebecca, Ken was quick to catch her; far from gratitude the woman let out a surprised gasp as he did so, then glared at him and jerked away.
Amanda pointed to the yellow line beside the door. "Over there, and wait. If you cause any trouble I'll shove this up your ass," she hefted her nightstick to add emphasis, "and wipe that nasty look off of your face before I have to do it for you."
As Alexis guided the woman toward the indicated spot the next prisoner, mistress Artemis, emerged. She was short; had shoulder length black hair; and nice, firm tits. She too was garbed in a prison dress, which appeared to be at least a couple of sizes too small. Ken reached up, took her by the cuffs, and guided her down. She seemed to have been cowed by her months in captivity, passively allowing herself to be led. He pointed to the wall, and she passively shuffled into place.
Following Sandy was mistress Dominique, a lush figured, large breasted woman whose whole being seemed to ooze sexuality. Dominique had a broad, pretty face with shoulder length blonde hair. She was shackled like the other two, but was wearing a short leather skirt, a broad black belt, a tight white blouse under a short leather jacket which accentuated her big tits, and thigh high boots that were laced up the sides; she was still wearing her civies, as she had not yet been convicted. Dominique was a switch, spending time as both a domme and a sub, and as such was well acquainted with negotiating her passage while shackled; rather than fighting with the restraints, she surrendered to them-- moving with grace and ease. Thus she pulled her hands away when Ken reached up to help her down, shooting him a vicious look as she did so. Disregarding her protestation, Ken grabbed her forcefully and guided her the her place behind Sandy. Dominique shrugged her arm in a vain attempt to shake his hand off, but he gripped her harder and half dragged her into place.
Amanda chuckled to herself, but quickly returned her attention to the van as Ken walked back. Mistress Gabrielle was the next woman out. Like Dominique she had not yet been convicted and was wearing her regular clothing. Close fitting leather pants highlighted a tight, well muscled ass, and her large breasts hardly bounced at all beneath her tight shirt, despite her rather obvious lack of a bra. She was six foot two in her heels, which made her the tallest person in the yard. Amanda took a moment to admire the tall bitch; Gabrielle's body was magnificent. Although Amanda knew that the woman was nearly forty, she had trouble believing it. Her skin flawless skin was stretched over a very well muscled frame, and her blond hair framed a gorgeous, angular face. Amanda directed the woman toward the yellow line by quickly swatting her buttocks with her baton. Her action elicited an outraged expression, "You'll pay for that when I'm acquitted."
Amanda met her challenging glare with one of her own. After a lingering moment, Gabrielle backed down and turned around, waiting to be guided to her place in line. It seemed that she had learned her place after three months in custody. As Ken grabbed her muscular arm and shoved her toward the line, she nevertheless made a mental note to give both her and Dominique special attention, if they were convicted today.
Mistress Sylvie was the next out. She was a gorgeous woman with curly hair that was a deep, rich brown. Sylvie's tanned skin told Amanda that she had managed to spend more than her share of time in the exercise yard of the I.F.D. jail over her past three months in custody. Like the first two women, she was attired in a small, tight prison dress, which accentuated her sexy curves. Her chains jingled and her body jiggled as she half jumped and half fell out of the prison van. She stumbled, as Rebecca had, but she fell right into Ken's chest. He grabbed her, and attempted to help her to regain her balance, but she nestled into his chest, her eyes taking him in hungrily as she did so. Both hands found their way to the guard's crotch and latched on tightly. Ken adjusted her small, black framed glasses with one hand, and squeezed her buttocks with the other, which elicited a quiet, happy squeal. Amanda chuckled as she looked on, noticing the woman's firm grip of her partner's cock with her shackled hands. "No fraternizing with the inmates," Amanda ordered, although her smile betrayed the lie.
Ken looked properly abashed at that, but Sylvie wore a wicked grin. "You really should search me officer, I could have stolen anything when I bumped you," she said in her sultry voice. Ken pushed her away by the shoulders, and she gave him one last quick squeeze as he did so.
As he led her away, Amanda had a sudden yearning, "You and Alexis take these whores inside. I need some time to speak to Jacqui alone."
As the other two gaurds led the inmates inside, Amanda returned her gaze to the van. After long seconds Mistress Jacqueline herself hopped out of the van. She was encased in leather from head to toe, starting with a police style hat, which sat upon shoulder length, flame red hair. Long, black gloves covered her arms from her fingertips to her elbows, and her black leather dress that was cut so low in the bodice, and so high in the skirt that her large tits practically hung out of it and the bottom of her perfectly shaped ass cheeks just peeked out from underneath. As she drank in the thigh high leather boots, Amanda could feel a familiar wetness in her crotch. The woman's scent kindled Amanda's desire even further, she smelled of flowers on a spring day. The other prisoners were all very sexy, but Mistress Jacqueline was sex incarnate. Her carriage was so dignified that Amanda did not even see her shackled hands and feet.
"Hi Jacqui," Amanda began, as she took off her sunglasses and placed them in her breast pocket.
The woman glared at her. "Don't speak to me, bitch. You betrayed me," her voice was musical-- very proper and British, but at the same time dirty, low, and wildly arousing.
"You were the one that betrayed us. You cheated the Federation out of millions, you're lucky that we were merciful, and didn't decide to turn you over to the police. Then you would be doing federal time."
Jacqui held up her chained hands, "I do not honestly see a great deal of difference. You had so much potential, you could have made millions. Within a couple of years you would have owned the entire compound."
