The Prud Law

Todd was waiting for me by the stairs when I got home at 8 pm. To say it's been long day is an understatement. I'd left for an early morning meeting at 7:30. I'd worked through both lunch and dinner, having to resign myself finishing my grading before leaving for the day. By the time I'd packed my computer into my bag I was exhausted. The only good thing about leaving work at 7:15 in the evening is that the West Town train is practically a ghost town.

"Hey lover, come give daddy some sugar," Todd says lewdly from the first step.

"Sweetheart you know that'd I love to hop in the sack with you the second I walk through the door after an eleven your day," I reply with dry sarcasm. "But, I'm tied and sore from being bent over my desk all evening looking at freaking papers, all I want right now is a hot bath and a soft bed. I have to be back at school at 7:30 tomorrow."

"Oh, I'll give you a grade baby," he continues, obviously not taking in a word I've said.

Honestly? What the heck had gotten into him tonight. He not normally peniscenteric. I push past him and start heading up the stairs to put myself in my much needed bath.

"Fine. Ignore my needs. Go take your precious bath so that you can be ready for your precious work in the morning," he snarks at my back.

I'm just finishing rinsing off when I hear the doorbell ring. Who the heck is ringing our doorbell at this time of night?

After drying off I pull on my robe and head down the stairs to find out what is going on. I'm stopped midway down by the sight of two police officers talking with Todd. What the hell?

"Margot Pacer?"an officer addresses me.

"Yes?"

"You are indeed Margot Pacer, wife of Todd Pacer?" he continues to question as I reach the three men.

"Yes? May I ask what this this about?"

The officer doesn't answer. Instead he grabs my shoulders from behind and shoves me up against the nearest wall.

As he rips my robe from me the second officer responds. "Margot Pacer you are being charged with breaking penal code 12.907.2. Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law."

"Todd," I cry. "What have you done?"

"You should have just bent yourself over my desk and gotten graded," he jeers.

"Mr. Pacer this will work out better for you if you let us handle her. This entire exchange is being recorded for documentation," says the second officer as the first officer cuffs my wrists to their opposite elbow.

"Oh, yeah," Todd says sheepishly.

The officer that is handeling me, roughly turns me around to face my accuser and I watch dumbly was the second officer hands him a card.

"If there is any more information you would like on record, this is the name and phone number of your assigned attorney. He'll be sure all your concerns are registered in the court documents."

Todd doesn't even look at me as my naked form is shoved past him and out into the chilly night air where all my nosey neighbors wait to see what is happening.

*****

The police bring me, not at the county jail, but to a special detention center. The place has a sterile feel to it. I am manhandled into a small brightly lit room with smooth, white walls, floors and ceiling. I feel like I'm inside a plastic light box. I have a urinal to do my business in, a sink with cold water, a plastic chair and table combo melded into the floor and a hard plastic slab that serves as my bed. On it is a sleeveless, sheer white Babydoll dress. Once the cell door is shut I pull on my tiny slip of cloth thankful for some covering. There is no toothbrush or paste so I settle for doing the best I can by simply rinsing out my mouth. I'm hoping I get my one phone call but I doubt it.

Penial code 12.907.2 is what everyone refers to as the Prud Law. It was enacted about a 6 years ago. It basically allows any man in a relationship with a woman to turn her in to the authorities if she refuses him "his right to take bodily pleasure from" his significant other. There are no official numbers available as to how many woman have been arrested for breaking the Prud Law. The government keeps strict controls on that sort of information but if I'd have to guess it's well into the tens of thousands by now. At 19 I was educated on the law while I was in college. Now every girl is taught her place in society from the time she is very little.

Even though it's been a painfully long day, the hard bed and bright light makes it difficult to fall asleep but I eventually do.

The following morning brings new horrors that are only a shadow of things to come. I am ripped from my slumber by a rather large guard pounding loudly on my door until I finally answer.

"I'm up. I'm up." I call out pulling myself upright on my oh so comfy cot.

"Go the corner next to your urinal and press your nose to the wall. Do not move from the corner until I tell you to."

I stand, muscles screaming in protest and do as I'm told. There is something in this man's voice that says I'd better do as asked or I'm going to regret it.

I hear the door behind me hiss open followed by the sound of hard plastic hitting hard plastic.

"You morning meal is here. You'll have 10 mines to eat it. When you are done you will return to the corner. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, but umm, where am I supposed to... You know...relieve my bowels?"

The guard let's out a malicious laugh. "You shit the same place you piss. When you hear the door close you may go to the table and eat."

Breakfast is a tasteless bowl of grits. I gag it down as best I can then return to the corner. When door hisses open again the clicking of the guards shoes stop at the table, then approach me. He grabs my hair and yanks me backwards. My hands fly up to his wrists struggling to keep him from ripping my locks out at the roots. When he's dragged me to the table he tossed me on ground like ragdoll.

"You are going open your mouth and keep open until I pull my cock out of it. Now get on your knees Prud."

It used to be that we'd call girls who slept around whores. Then we elected a president by popular vote who, by the time his four year term was up, had completely eliminated the idea of "for the people by the people". Our democracy had been dismantled and now our government is run by a bunch of boot licking men who do our Supreme Leader's bidding. The first thing the SL did was clean up the streets by legalizing prostitution. He took all the whores, put them up in high end low rent apartments and subsidized their income. Suddenly it was cool to be a whore. So much so, that now, if you want to legally sell your body for money you have to apply for a permit through the federal government. By the time penial code 12.907.2 was past the newest derogatory name for a woman was not cunt or pussy, but Prud. Society had fully embraced the ideal that woman who were not openly sexual and willing to bow to the desires of a man were "less than."

I push myself up and holding back the tears open my mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The officer pulls himself out then reaches over to the table and picks up the small paper cup that holds several unidentifiable pills. He pours the pills into my mouth than slams his cock into the back of my throat. I gag and try to escape his assult but his fingers are woven through my hair and quickly changes from jamming himself into my mouth to shoving my head back and forth on his member. I have to close my eyes as the shaking of my noggin starts making me dizzy. As soon as he has cum he pulls out. Pinching my nose shut he quickly covers my mouth.

"Swallow it!"

I stop fighting and work the pills and his cum down my throat. He lets me go and I sink to the floor in a kneeling position.

"I can feed your pills like this every meal until your court date or you can simply swallow them with the accompanying glass of water. Your choice. Now, back to your corner."

When he finally leaves I turn around and find that he has taken my cup of water with him. I was hoping to sip it until lunch came. I go over to the sink and try to turn on the water but he has turned the valve off. The only water I have access to is in the urinal and although I don't relish the thought of the taste of this guy in my mouth all day, I'm not that desperate.

I sit on my hard plastic bed all day and stare at a large red clock clicking down the minutes. When I had crawled over to the cot and pulled my abused self up I noticed it for the first time. The clock read 74:07. When the next knock comes the clock reads 64:37. It's been nine hours of sitting here waiting for what is presumably my dinner. I am famished.

As the guard leaves he says, "I was told to remind you to finish everything." As he emphasize the word "everything," I realize this is a completely different guard than this morning. They must work in shifts.

Dinner is exactly the same as breakfast. Yay, three more days of tasteless food. I swallow the cup of water in a single gulp then decide to test a theory. I eat my grits trying to pretend that they taste like maple and brown sugar oatmeal, and leave the cup of pills behind. I'm not keen on taking pills I know nothing about. I try the sink before returning to my corner. Still nothing.

When the guard enters I hear him walk to the table and retrieve the tray then the clicking of hard soled shoes head away from me. Excellent, it's only the bruiser that plans on shoving my pills down my throat via his ego.

"You are not released. Keep your face in that corner until you are told you can do otherwise." The door clicks shut behind him.

I wait for what seems an eternity in my corner until the door opens again. Heavy heels click across the room and fingers tangle themselves in my hair before yanking. When I'm finally released I'm looking up at my morning guard. Best laid plans. I should have know better. I raise up on my knees ready to receive my force fed pills.

The guard grabs my jaw and pinches so hard I have no choice but to open my mouth.

"So, you made your decision then. Well, it seems my hands are full. Reach up and unbuckle my belt then pull out your new friend," he jeers.

With shaking hands I do as I'm told and as soon as I have member out of his pants, he pours the pills in my mouth and proceeds to face fuck me. When he's finished and satisfied that I have swallowed his cum, he pinches my jaw open again and runs a finger around the inside of my mouth.

"Need to be sure that an ill behaved Prud like you isn't cheeking her pills," he says pulling his finger out of my mouth and wiping it on my cheek. He lets me go and I drop to the ground. "I'll see you in the morning. I know my cock is looking forward to it." He says and walks out the door.

Because I was stupid enough to try his limits, his penis will become my new best friend over the next three days. I'm given water with my meals but my pills don't show up until after I'm done eating. No matter who brings me my meal the bruiser always shows up with his little paper cup and rock hard member ready to ram my pills down my throat and leave me with the taste of him in my mouth until my next meal.