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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The figure of a man stood motionlessly in the doorway. Clad in monochrome, black boots, black trousers, white shirt, black tie. Functional. "Follow" he said simply. He stood to one side and they realised that it was another one of those choices that wasn't a choice at all. 'Hobson's choices' weren't they called? Cheryl wasn't sure where she had heard that before. But she figured that there would be many of this kind of 'choice' in here.... They both rose and did as he asked. The second door slid open too and as they followed the first Prison Officer they noticed a second who had opened the door for all three. "Ooh, door button presser" Steve said cheerily, "I always wanted to be a door button presser when I were little, that's a well good job. Do yer need many o them GCSEs fer it?" The stony silence in reply from either of their captors to that was telling, till one of them said simply "Move" and pointed down the hallway. They did as asked and Steve whispered conspiratorially to her "That might have been a bit too naughty of me. It does yer good if yer be very nice to them at all times. But I never know what's good fer me." They reached a door at the end of the hallway, this one much more of a typical prison door in her mind to Cheryl, heavy looking and no button by it's side. One of her captors jammed a thick key of his firmly into the lock and turned it...And that door swung open....
A larger room greeted them. Tiled floor again, flourescent-tube lit. And in it stood three more figures... There was a man in a dark suit with an official looking badge pinned to it's breast, fairly tall, standing perfectly straight. With the light overhead it was impossible to make out his face. And a woman beside him, black business-like skirt, white blouse, black tie, dressed in the woman's equivalent of the men who had brought them to this room, except Cheryl noticed that she too had a badge of rank pinned to her blouse. The third figure...was another woman. And she was naked. Cheryl looked at her and her gaze diverted meekly. There was a wholly submissive air about her, she stood slightly bowed, her face bearing a look of acceptance. Acceptance and....something else, something that showed that for her at least being in this room wasn't entirely unpleasant...
The lady in the uniform of an Officer spoke brusquely to the woman without a stitch on; "We're done. Now dress." Without a moment's hesitation her captive slunk away slowly, grabbing something orange from the rack beside her as she did so. Dismissal completed, the woman in authority turned to them. "You" she told Cheryl. "Strip." Cheryl paused. "But...I can't while..." she indicated around her at the men present. The woman she addressed merely smirked a little, and that was the only emotion to cross her face. "I gave you an order woman," she said, "If you know what's good for you, you'll obey. Naked. Now." Cheryl hesitated once again and looked across at Steve. His expression was neutral and he didn't speak at all. He knew the score here alright.
Suddenly Cheryl felt her thick dark hair being grabbed and she half-turned to see the man with the hidden face had extended his right arm and held it firmly in his grip, twisting slightly to hold her head firmly by this method. "One" he said firmly, "You are to address this lady as 'Deputy Governess' at all times. You will use her title whenever you answer a question she puts to you. Two, you are to be obedient to her in everything you do; Your words, your behaviour, your actions. Any delay in recognising her authority is a delay in recognising my authority. And that is something that neither of us, or any of our Officers at the SM Correctional Facility take very kindly to at all. Do I make myself clear?" Cheryl paused. "Yes..." she managed. "Yes, Governor" he corrected her and only when she repeated this mantra did he release her hair.
Cheryl saw that there was another expression on the Deputy Governess' face now under the surface, something besides firm authority, satisfaction of being complied with and an efficient business- like manner...and as the woman proceeded to slip her hand into a disposable rubber glove before pulling it ever so tight, Cheryl thought that she had a vague idea, just the merest inkling of what that expression might be... Enjoyment.
She looked coldly at Cheryl. "Well?!" she snapped abruptly.
Slowly Cheryl raised her cuffed hands to her neckline...and began to strip.....
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As with the last immersive event done and as it's only 3-4 weeks away, thought I'd include a bit of the fascinating backstory created behind it... Bearing this in mind it is a slow-burner, so if anyone is after perusing this forum for "inspiration" whilst they've stole 10 minutes from their lunch-break to sneak off to the bogs and deal with some demons in private this may not be the best tale to take care of the necessaries to? Just a disclaimer!
Anyway to begin...
The solid steel door slammed shut hard behind her and Cheryl Peach was left to finally have the time to reflect upon the events of the recent past that had led her to be seated here, in this armoured prisoner transport vehicle, on her way to serve her sentence.
True, the time she had been remanded in custody had seemed like an age each overnight between trial days, for when one is in a confined area with nothing to do time tends to stretch... 'That's why they call the time I'm about to start inside a stretch' she thought ruefully. But all that time she had also thought, in fact no, BELIEVED, that this whole circus was going to come to an end once this farce of a trial was over and dismiss it as merely an unpleasant experience in her life, yet one that could be suffered for what she believed in.
The time not spent in custody had seemed by contrast to have been an almost surreally fast blur by comparison. She had been charged with gross vandalism and willful property damage and there was no questioning her guilt; she had after all been caught as red-handed as a strawberry picker with acute sunburn, the local constabulary showing up to see her standing proudly upon the lawn of the Animal Testing Facility, a couple of the Chimpanzees she had set free ambling quickly and excitedly around behind her in the facility's car park, the other animals having long scarpered, away from the blazing justice she had inflicted upon it.
But the police officers hadn't just caught her at the scene of the crime, the clear absence of any beast within painting a clear picture of her breaking and entering, oh no. They approached her seeing the entire West side of the long single-story structure in flame, property and equipment damage running into the hundreds of thousands which would pretty soon be millions if the local fire brigade didn't put in an appearance sharpish? And just to present as clearly open and shut a case that a serving police officer could possibly be presented with they reached her to find her standing legs akimbo, her diminutive frame drawn up proudly to it's full almost 5 feet tall, the burning building against the ink-black sky illuminating a look of triumph on her face and yet another homemade molotov cocktail and a lighter held in her eager little mitts...
