Tatarina had returned from the coast with mixed feelings. Although she had enjoyed the break from the city, the presence of the fat officer had spoilt the holiday. She hated to think back on the humiliating things she had been made to do, however the sea, sun, and beautiful scenery had in part rejuvenated her, allowing her to return to her job with good spirits.
Many months had gone by since her stay at the correction centre, and although parts of that stay were burned indelibly into her mind she had tried to forget as much as possible. As you will remember after the war females from her country were regularly used by the police and correctional officers for sex. As having no rights they had to comply, if they refused they were "re-educated" into being compliant. It was called social re-education, but it often meant sexual slavery. Her re-education had been particularly sexual, due to her being very attractive.
One evening as she opened the door after returning from work, she was stunned to find a letter on her front mat with the dreaded stamp of the Centre for Corrective Services on the front. She hastily took off her coat, hanging it up as her heart started beating faster, what could they want now. Hadn't she proved her compliance!
Walking into the kitchen she slit the envelope with a sharp knife and unfolded the contents.
"No. 69
The Dept of Rural Development has requested the assistance of all Government departments, due to a bumper year in several agricultural areas. Many of our noble citizens, from all types of government offices, have been drafted to help collect the bumper crops from all over the country.
This department has been asked to assist, and of course we have complied.
You are therefore ordered to be ready on Monday 15th, for collection by coach at your residence at 6am. You will be returned after one week. All food and accommodation is arranged.
Your employees have been informed of this community service, and have agreed to keep you employed on your return.
No excuses will be tolerated.
For security reasons, as you will be travelling outside the town, be ready, wearing your numbered Centre of Corrective Services uniform, no other clothing will be necessary, this will be provided at your destination; you will not need to bring anything else.
Signed Josef Nestor
Dept of Corrective Services"
Oh no, she felt tears rising in her eyes, as she thought of having to wear that dreaded uniform yet again. When she had left the Correction Centre, she was going to leave it behind but they had told her laughingly to keep her uniform safe, as she might be back again. Adding with a snicker, if she didn't have it, she would not have anything to put on! She had hoped that day would never come, and yet here she was being made to wear it again!
The week slid by as the café was fairly busy, with the usual locals frequenting it. The fat officer had not been back, but she was always on the look out for him, although she was at a loss as to what to do if he did return. She just hoped her luck would hold out.
The idea of working on a farm was not too bad, and it would be a break from making coffee and pratas.
She supposed they would be picking apples or grapes or something like that, as all the inmates from the house of correction were women, they would hardly be doing heavy work. Having to wear her uniform was a bit worrying, she could hardly pick crops wearing the skimpy items, still they did say clothes would be provided.
Finally the morning arrived and she got up early from a sleepless night, showering before donning her nylon dressing gown and preparing a light breakfast. The butterflies in her stomach would not let her eat any more.
At a quarter to six she open up the bottom drawer of her dresser and took out her numbered loincloth, the short T-shirt, and her sandals, which were at the back in a bag. After dropping her dressing gown on the bed, she slipped the loin cloth up her legs, and then pulled the T-shirt over her head. Standing in front of the mirror, her number 69, printed on the top and loin cloth, accused her of crimes she knew she had not committed; she was just guilty of innocence and modesty. And these clothes did nothing to help that, with the bottom of her breasts exposed almost to her nipples, the loin cloth merely curtained her sex, leaving her buttocks were uncovered. Finally she placed the dreaded numbered collar around her neck, slipped on her shoes, and was ready.
Christ, she suddenly realized, how was she going to get out to the coach, without the neighbors seeing her.
She thought of wearing a coat, but knew from experience, when they said just her uniform, unless she wanted to be punished, that's what they meant! She certainly didn't want to start the day with a punishment hanging over her through disobedience, and possibly being made to stand in the road naked for however long they decided to punish her.
She stared out of the window into the gray street; at least it was early, just before dawn, so there wouldn't be many people around. She looked left and right, anxious to have this part over. Behind her she heard the clock ticking, as it moved towards the appointed hour.
In the distance, she could just make out a coach coming down the street, as it past the dim streetlights. Hoping it was the one she was waiting for, she quickly ran down the hallway and out into the street, closing the door behind her, as it drove up outside. Her breasts swayed, as she walked briskly to where it had come to a halt at the side of the road. She turned to make sure none of her neighbors saw her predicament, there didn't seem to be anyone, thank goodness.
Inside she could just see someone standing and coming to the front of the bus.
Hurry up, she said to herself, as she stood waiting, anxiously looking, around, up and down the street, getting more and more nervous.
Finally the doors opened and the driver leered down as she started to walk up the stairs.
A guard stood at the top with a clipboard.
"69? Yep that makes the set."
"Find an aisle seat."
Several male guards at the front of the coach looked at her as she walked down the aisle, their eyes sliding up and down her body. Several other girls sat, all in their numbered uniforms. They glanced up at her as she walked by, though there were no smiles, on their sad faces. Every one of them had suffered the same fate as Tatarina. She found an empty seat and slid in, the vinyl cold on her naked buttocks.
A guard had followed her down the bus, and waited until she was sat down. Grasping a lease that was attached to the hanger strap he clipped it to her collar, adding to her humiliation. As he walked back towards the front she could hear the men talking.
"We just need some fuel Gregor, and then we can get going."
"Right, the GovT is open at this time."
"OK let's go."
The bus pulled away, and Tatarina was left wondering where they were going. At least the inside lights were off, leaving them in the relative dark of the coach. She quickly scanned the bus; there were about twenty girls all in separate seats.
After driving for a few minutes, the bus pulled into a service station, and the driver got out. They were the only customer at this early hour. The neon lights from the service station were bright, in the dusk of the morning, and lit the inside of the coach with an eerie glow. As the driver filled the fuel tank, one of the guards stood up, and walked down the bus, unleashing every girl. He returned to the front of the bus, Tatarina wondered, what was he doing? He turned to face them.
"In order to prevent any thought of slipping off the bus, everyone strip!"
What here, naked on the bus, Tatarina was horrified; she had been naked in many situations, but never in public in the city like this. Noting the reluctance of some of the girls, the guard spoke again.
"Quickly, or you will be sorry!"
In a rush, the girls slid out of their loincloths, and pulled their T-shirts off over their heads.
