Another Night

[Lee Boudine]

She was alone in the windowless box on the back of the police pick up truck.
"This cann't be happening; not to me. " Ashley thought. The truck hit a big pot hole and the handcuffed girl fought to maintain her balance on the wooden bench. "Ouch ! " the jaring ride was painfull. Ashley was afraid: she had heard stories of girls arrested................but it couldn't happen to me....
........or could it ?

The ride seemed interminable.........................

[Stephanie]

Denial

Ashley sat without the benefit of a seatbelt on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Her sweaty body encased in her soaked, small uniform bounced everytime the van went over a bump. With her hands tightly cuffed, she couldn't steady herself. She imagined that she must look like a mess as her soaked ponytail bounced with each bump. Still, it couldn't be that big a deal. She would be home this afternoon or tomorrow. She just knew it. After a long drive, the van arrived at its destination. Ashley looked to the door impatiently. Best to get this over with.

Anger

"No way!" Diana yelled, stepping back out of range of the prod and assuming a more combative stance. "There's not even any fucking music."

Depression

Elizabeth was starting to despair as nothing ever seemed to happen to her besides glances from the matron. She stood up and started pacing the room, waiting with both impatience and despondence.

[Lee Boudine]

A fifty year old woman had been locked in the cell next to Elizabeth for 48 hours. When the door was opened, the room smelled of stale urine and human waste. In one corner was a puddle and a brown mass of feces. The woman huddled in another corner sobbing; her body trembling uncontrolably. She didn't noticed the two matrons as they entered.

"SOW ! DIRTY, FILTHY SOW........you've soiled your self and left a mess. Now we'll have to clean you up. GET UP !" The matron shouted; then kicked the woman who only wrapped herself into a ball, her arms about her body and legs. She lay on the floor as the matron kicked her twice more.

"NOO; NO MORE .......Please no moooore." She begged; then began crying hystericly.

The matrons pulled her to her feet and dragged the naked woman to the shower room before taking her for further interrogation.

Now the cell had been cleaned and was ready for Elizabeth who was to be it's next occupant. Interrogation had almost broken Elizabeth's spirit and the time she was to be locked in this specially fitted room would drive her into the depths of clinical depression.

The cell was small; about 8 feet by 10 feet. The ceiling had been lowered to just 5 feet so the occupant was unable to stand upright. It was bare with white tile walls and ceiling. The floor too was white, but it was covered by a plastic matt with pointed cones about 1/3 of an inch high just an inch apart from wall to wall. The room had a hi-fidelity sound system mounted in the ceiling and was temperature controlled to be adjusted from freezing to 180 degrees f. It was brightly illuminated by six 500 watt flod lights.

Elizabeth sat in her cell straining to control her bladder and depressed: feeling overwhelmed and hopeless after her ordeal. The matrons would soon move Elizabeth to this cell....................

[Lee Boudine]

and Lee will take that trip with Hanah; the fifty year old prisoner taken from the special cell next to Elizabeth while Stephanie develops the story line we shall continue with Elizabetth, Diana, and Ashley.

At that point Hanah will be left to her fate as I follow Stephanie's lead.

Hanah is an older, physically fit, mature woman. She recognized her body maturing and participates in aerobics regularly to maintain a degree of firm ness. Her breasts are softer, but do not sag. Her waist is larger and her belly a little rounder as are her hips. Her buttocks are firm and her thighs have maintained their youthful shape: almost. Though fifty, Hanah looks ten years younger.

[Lee Boudine]

and Lee will take that trip with Hanah; the fifty year old prisoner taken from the special cell next to Elizabeth while Stephanie develops the story line we shall continue with Elizabetth, Diana, and Ashley.

At that point Hanah will be left to her fate as I follow Stephanie's lead.

Hanah is an older, physically fit, mature woman. She recognized her body maturing and participates in aerobics regularly to maintain a degree of firm ness. Her breasts are softer, but do not sag. Her waist is larger and her belly a little rounder as are her hips. Her buttocks are firm and her thighs have maintained their youthful shape: almost. Though fifty, Hanah looks ten years younger.

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Now to commence:

The matrons had rinsed Hanah off in the shower after her 48 hour ordeal in the conditioning room. This was my private interrogation room: the room to which Hanah had been brought after her arrest.

When she first arrived, Hanah could not accept what was happening to her. She was a socially prominent wife of a very successful industrialist who had helped financed the failed conservative coup to overthrow the Marxist military dictatorship of our small Central American country. It was beyond imagination of a convent educated woman; sheltered all her life by a good marriage to the rich son of a patrone family all her married life; that at fifty years old she would be arrested and interrogated.

She was brought to me: in this same room: a week ago. She had been arrested at 11;00 PM, with her husband, as they entered their estancia outside the city. Together they were transported to security police headquarters and there seperated. Hanah was elegantly dressed as she was escorted to my interview room.

It must have been a shock after the excitement of the evening at the opera, to find herself in a stark room of bare whitewashed walls almost devoid of furnishings. There was a massive wooden arm chair in the center of the room under a flood light fixture hanging from the ceiling. The chair faced the only other furnishings: a padded executive swivle desk chair with two light stands beside it focused on the wooden chair. I was seated in the office chair waiting.

Actually, as Hanah entered the otherwise dark room, she faced the glare of the lights which blinded her. She could see nothing but the ugly, ominous, chair and the blinding halo of light. The guards seated her on the big chair and left.

I watched Hanah and she waited aprehensively.

[Stephanie]

Denial

Ashley waited for the guards to open the door. The fit young woman flexed her arms a little, trying to work out a way to deal with this situation. She couldn't think of one no matter how hard she tried. She lowered her head, her ponytail resting around her smooth neck. She looked down at her shining, sweaty thighs, tense beneath the little soccer shorts. If only they'd open the door and get things over with.

Anger

Diana stumbled back from the baton. Stefana laughed a little as the naked woman fell onto her beck, landing on those well-muscled ass cheeks. She turned to the men watching and smiled before lightly slapping Diana on each cheek with the baton. The floored feminist struggled to regain her feet, heels pressing against the ground, but without her feet free, she found it impossible.

[Lee Boudine]

For Ashley the frustration of waiting for them to come for her was the first step in overcoming her denial. Time and the subject's own imagination was working on Ashley. Of course the men who had seen her in her scanty soccer uniform were all anxious to see more............but they knew that she'd soon be nude.

As she roled on the floor trying to avoid the tip of the cattle prod, Diana's anger was increasing.

And Elizabeth trying desperatly to hold her urine still had hope of bargaing for better treatment.

I left the scene to enjoy Hanah's company in private. Her mature body and embarassment from displaying her unclothed body turns me on. She is sexier than many younger women......................BUT, this is a diversion from the role play I have so enjoyed. I hope that my player will return: in the meantime I shall continue my fantasy about Hanah in the SEXUAL FANTASY thread, in Forums..............