Her House Arrest (GrumpT & kellyintrouble)

[kellyintrouble]

My arms and shoulders ache, hands trapped in unyielding steel cuffs locked to a chain hanging from the ceiling. I have no idea how long I have been standing here. It feels like an eternity. The events since the protest all seem to blur together in a never-ending series of grabbing and shoving and pushing and waiting and crying. Closing my eyes and trying to hold back another round of tears, I bite down hard on the ball trapped between my teeth, the plastic taste of it filling my mouth. It wasn't fair. None of this should be happening. It had just been a peaceful protest. I hadn't hit that officer. I'd just been shoved into him.

Overcome with frustration, I twist in my bonds. I pull at the cuffs, only serving to make my sore wrists feel worse. The rubber soles of my sneakers squeak against the plain tile floor as I struggle desperately. And then I slump down once more. My chest heaves as I pant through flared nostrils. I feel drool glide down over my chin to spatter on the floor below.

I push myself back up when the door to the small room suddenly opens. The light from the hallway seems blinding and I turn my head to the side to shield it with one upraised arm. Eyes closed, I hear rather than see the officers approach, accompanied by an ominous rattle of chain.

"Detainee Kelly Delaney," a nasal, almost bored voice reaches my ears. "You are summoned to the Chambers of the Honorable Carl Justins for arraignment, trial, and sentencing."

I groan into the gag with relief, blinking rapidly as my eyes slowly adjust. Two officers are in close, one looking down on me while the other squats by my side. I can smell the slightly sweet cologne of one of them. Their close proximity, looming over me, makes me feel like I am shrinking.

"Officers Jones and Anderson will prepare you for transport," the nasal voice continues, and I look past the officer in front of me to see a slender man in a suit and tie holding a tablet. "Any resistance will add to your sentence. Do you understand?"

I nod quickly, trying to assure him with my eyes that he will have no trouble from me.

"Proceed, officers."

The touch of cold steel to my bare stomach makes me gasp around the gag. I look down to watch the standing officer wrap a chain around my waist, exposed flesh between the hem of my short t-shirt and the waistband of my shorts. I grunt softly as he pulls it tightly into my flesh and then locks it in place. Down below, I feel something press against my bare left ankle, just above the bone, and then the sound of ratcheting metal fills the little room as he closes the cuff securely in place.

My shoulders throb and ache anew when the standing officer reaches up to detach the cuffs on my wrists from the chain hanging down from the ceiling and I can finally lower them. He gives me no opportunity to stretch them out, however, as he brings them down to the front of my waist chain and locks them in place there. Another cuff closes on my other ankle, linking them now with a short chain.

"Detainee Kelly Delaney is judged properly prepared for transport," the clerk lazily taps the tablet. "Officers Jones and Anderson, please conduct her to Judge Justins Chambers."

Each grab one of my arms and they begin to propel me out of the room. Conducting me to the judge's chambers, as it turns out, is just me desperately trying to keep my feet between them while they almost drag me through the halls. I'm panting when they finally stop in front of door with a plaque that bears the judge's name.

"Detainee Kelly Delaney, I will now remove your gag," the clerk says from behind me. "When I do so, you are still not permitted to speak. During your trial, you will be given one opportunity to say your peace. You will not speak other than during that one time. If you do, it will be added to your sentence. Do you understand?"

I nod quickly. He unbuckles the straps behind my head and then plucks the wet ball from between my lips. I swallow hard, slowly working my jaw as it threatens to cramp. Then he knocks twice on the door.

"Enter," a voice says from within.

The clerk opens the door and then steps aside. The officers guide me within. This time, they move at my pace as I step into the courtroom with the small steps required by the chain between my ankles.

"Detainee Kelly Delaney presented to this august court, your honor," the clerk says as he enters the room behind me and closes the door.

The judge, an elderly gentleman, sits up high on a platform, most of him hidden behind a desk. Two men in suits sit at tables before him, one on the left and one on the right. A tall pole with a strap dangling from the top of it stands between the tables. As they lead me down the aisle toward the judge, I am shocked by the number of people who fill the rows of seats. I blush as their eyes all turn to me while I shuffle down the aisle in my chains. Still dressed in the same clothes from the night before, having slept on the floor, I know that I must look like an absolute disaster. The man at the left table stands.

"Your honor, the state brings charges of disorderly conduct, assaulting an officer, and disrupting the peace," he says, turning to smile out at the audience, who murmur in response, almost appreciatively.

When we reach the front of the room, I expect them to bring me to the empty chair at the right table. Instead, they bring me to the pole.

"Defense?" the judge asks.

The man at the right table doesn't stand. He raises his hand lazily before he speaks, but doesn't take his eyes off the computer screen in front of him. Kelly realizes in shock that he is playing a game.

"Your honor, the defense denies the charges, and demands testimony to prove them."

The policemen lead me just in front of the pole and then pull me back against it. One of them lifts me slightly, forcing me up onto my toes. The other wraps the strap around my throat and buckles it firmly in place. When they suddenly release me, I choke on the strap for a moment before shoving myself up on the tips of my toes to be able to breathe.

"Your honor, the state presents the sworn testimony of Officer Meadows, offered into this court as Exhibit A, as proof that Detainee was present at an unlawful rally and that she struck him," the man on the left says.

"Any objection," the judge asks.

"None," the game-player says vacantly.

"Does the detainee waive her right to speak on her behalf?" the judge ass.

"She does, your honor," what I can only assume was her lawyer says.

"Does the state have a sentencing reco-" the judge begins.

"I do not waive my right to speak!" I blurt out, interrupting the judge.

A hush goes over the courtroom. I can practically feel their eyes on me. Even the game-player looks away from his screen to stare at me.

"Your honor, the defense has already waived her right on the record," the man for the state sighs.

Struggling to stay up on my toes, I look up at the judge. He looks down on me warmly. I can see kindness in his eyes.

"Now, now, if the girl wants to speak, this court will hear her," the judge says. "So then, what do you want to say for yourself?"

"I didn't assault him. It was just a peaceful protest. Someone shoved me and I bumped into the policeman. That was it," I say quickly, voice quavering as tears begin to well in my eyes. "And then they arrested me. They shoved me in a van, and made me sleep chained up on the floor all night. But it's all just a mistake. It shouldn't be happening. None of this should be."

A sob wracks through me as I finish, my voice trailing off.

"Does the state have a sentence recommendation?" the judge asks.

"The state recommends a sum of $50,000, your honor," the man straightens his lapels as he speaks. "If paid, the detainee would be sentenced to 2 years of house arrest with appropriate monitoring. If unpaid, the detainee will be sent to a prison work camp until her labor paid for that same sum. That is estimated to be four years at the current rates."

My mind reels. I don't have access to that kind of money. I don't even know anyone who does. Four years in a prison work camp? I look up at the judge, pleading with wide eyes.

"So sentenced," the judge says with a crack of his gavel. "The detainee will be held in the transfer stalls for 24 hours. If the sum is not paid by that time, she will be sent to a camp."

 

[GrumpT]

During the entire hearing inside the court. A physically fit gentlemen sits near the front of the court room. He quietly was listening to the sentences being offered to the very young woman. He was very interested in taking her into house arrest! Since he had been inside this judges court before. He and the Judge had spoken about the flexibility they each could have in cases like this one.

Before the Judge would hand out his sentence. The Judge asked, "Is there anyone else in this courtroom who has anything to offer to the sentence of the young female defendant? If so, please stand and raise you right hand!"

Upon hearing the Judges statement. Rex quietly stood up and raised his right hand. As Rex expected, he was the only person to stand up inside the courtroom at that time. Since Rex had met with the Judge a couple hours before the hearing. The Judge had had already come to an agreement with Rex on taking the female defendant into his Facility For House Arrest.

So when the Judge was ready to give Rex the opportunity to speak. He said, "Yes sir. Please state your first name and speak your piece."

At that moment, Rex spoke. "Thank you Judge. I would like to offer the court the amount of $75,000.00 for the defendant to serve three years of house arrest at the facility that I operate."

The Judge listened to the man make his offer and then asked, "Are you able to pay that $75,000.00 immediately, sir?"

Rex replied immediately, "Yes Judge, I can pay it immediately."

The Judge then made it official, "The defendant will serve very strict House Arrest for the price of $75,000.00 handed to the States Attorney immediately after this hearing." The Judge pounded his gavel on once!

The Judge then stated, "Court is adjourned!" The Judge then rose and left the court room.

While the courtroom emptied. Rex walked over to the table where the state's Attorney was now seated. Rex then imediately wrote out the check to the state and handed it to the attorney.

Rex then was allowed to place steel cuffs attached to each other by a short steel chain on her ankles. He wristes were hand cuffed behind her back and another ball gag was once again shoved inside her mouth.

The two Sheriffs Deputies eached grabe one of her arms and slowly walked or dragged her to the SUV thet Rex was driving.
She was shoved into the passenger side of the back seat, buckled in, and the door was closed.

 

[kellyintrouble]

"Is there anyone else in this courtroom who has anything to offer to the sentence of the young female defendant? If so, please stand and raise you right hand!"

I look up at the judge in disbelief. More to add? I was shoved into a cop and he's just sentenced me to either pay money I don't and won't ever have or spend four years in a work camp. What more could there possibly be to add?

"Yes sir," the judge says, addressing someone behind me in the audience. "Please state your first name and speak your piece."

I try to turn enough to see who the judge is addressing, but the tight belt around my throat won't allow it. I only succeed in choking myself a little, chain between my ankles rattling against the metal pole behind me as I struggle to get my balance again.

"Thank you Judge. I would like to offer the court the amount of $75,000.00 for the defendant to serve three years of house arrest at the facility that I operate."

It's a man's voice, and he sounds mature and confident. I shift nervously, balanced on my toes. Wasn't it supposed to be $50,000 for two years. He was paying extra to extend my house arrest? And what was the facility that he was talking about?

"Are you able to pay that $75,000.00 immediately, sir?" the judge asks.

My mind races. I find myself desperately hoping that another voice will speak up and someone else will take the shorter offer. But three years is better than four, and house arrest is better than a work camp. Anything is better than that. We've all seen what the people who come back from those are like.

"Yes Judge, I can pay it immediately," the stranger responds.

I feel a shimmer of hope begin to blossom through my misery. I won't have to wait here for another 24 hours. I'm going to house arrest instead of a work camp. There is a chance that I might be able to piece some semblance of a life back together after all.

"The defendant will serve very strict House Arrest for the price of $75,000.00 handed to the States Attorney immediately after this hearing," the judge announces, striking the gavel. "Court is adjourned!"

My eyes narrow a little when the judge calls it 'very strict' house arrest, but I push the thought aside. There are no good outcomes here, but this is better than I had hoped for only a few moments before. I see a man approach the attorney to my left. He's tall and athletically built with salt and pepper hair. Watching his confident walk, he looks like the man who spoke up for me sounded. When I see him writing a check, my thought is confirmed.

The two officers return to my sides. To my surprise, they each pull out a key. One sets to work unlocking the chain from around my waist and the cuffs on my wrists. The other squats down to unlock and remove the ones from my ankles. They then step back from me, making space in front of me.

It feels so good to have my hands free again that I don't even care my neck is still strapped to the pole. I wince as I stretch my arms out, muscles protesting the movement. Then I bring my hands together in front of me to gently rub at my sore wrists.

The bearded man who paid for my release steps in front of me. Even up on my toes, he towers over me. I look up into his bearded face, offering a weak smile.

"Let the record reflect that all state property has been removed from the detainee," the clerk comes back to stand with the officers. "The house arrest facility operator can now take lawful custody and apply such transport restraints as he deems necessary with this court's blessing."

Without saying anything, the man squats down in front of me. Looking down awkwardly, I watch in disbelief as he produces a new pair of shiny steel cuffs and closes them around my ankles. As he begins to rise, I can feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. I pray that he will stop there. He doesn't need any more. He's just transporting me. I am so tired of all of this.

My heart sinks when he moves behind me. His hands on my arms draw them behind my back. I want so badly to resist, but there is no point in that. I want to plead with him to stop, but I am too scared to speak in this place. The ratcheting of metal fills my ears as handcuffs are once again closed around my wrists, this time trapping them behind my back.

The return of a gag to my mouth is a no less unwelcome surprise. I had hoped to be able to speak to him after we left the courthouse. So many burning questions raged across my mind. But that conversation would have to wait until we got to the house now, or at least until he decided to remove the gag. He pulls back hard on the gag and I groan as the thick rubber ball is forced back behind my teeth. The leather straps press against the corners of my mouth as he buckles it in place.

When he is finished, the officers remove the strap from my neck. Without giving me time to recover, they each grab one arm and immediately begin marching me once more. With the even shorter chain between my ankles, I am almost entirely dragged out of the courtroom, and then outside into the parking lot. Following my custodian, they drag me to a big black SUV. He opens the back door and one of the officers picks me up and puts me in the back seat on the passenger side.

My nostrils flare over the gag when the officer reaches across me to buckle my seatbelt. It's such a small thing, surrounded by everything else, but it makes me feel that much smaller and helpless that he needs to do it for me. Then the door closed and I am left sitting there alone.

I squirm a little on my seat, trying to find a way to move my arms behind me so that the cuffs won't be so uncomfortable. My mind is a fountain of questions. How far away is the house? Why did he pay my bond? Why did he pay extra? What did these next three years entail.

Closing my eyes and getting as comfortable as I can manage, I take a deep breath. I will just have to wait and find out.

IMAGE (NSFW): Kelly in the Back of the SUV

 

[GrumpT]

Once his new young petite attractive young woman is buckled into the passenger side of the backseat. Rex proceeds around to the driver's door and gets himself into the driver's seat. He takes a look in the mirror and looks at his new prisoner. Though he says nothing out loud. He can't help but think to himself the fun he and his staff will have teaching and training their new prisoner!

When he had met with the Judge just before court. The state's attorney was present as well As he had to approve her being in house arrest. He had insisted it be the toughest house arrest possible. Thus it was to include many forms of torture and making her suffer. In return, the state would allow the much lower cost of $75,000.00. This would enable the staff to be paid the amount required to treat this young female prisoner as the state felt was necessary!

After arriving at the house arrest facility which took over an hour to get there. He parked in front of the main entrance. He then walked around to the right side back seat passenger door. He then opened the door, reached in to grab her face, and turned her to face him!

Then in a much more stern tone of voice. He spoke, "If you think that this will be easy on you! You are either very stupid or just very wrong!" Rex pauses a moment. "The state wants you to suffer!" A wicked grin crossed his lips. "The only ones having fun here, will be my staff and I!"

He then placed a leather with sharp short studs inside of it touching her neck. A short leather leash hung from the collar. It had a small remote near the handle of the leash. He then pressed one of the buttons on the remote.

'ZZZZZZZZZZ' As an electrical shock struck her neck!

"I hope you understand that shock can be made much stronger!" He then lifted her shackled ankles up and placed them on the concrete outside the vehicle. "Stand up and let's go!" He barked as he slowly walked her into the building and then into his office. Where she was told, "Sit down!"

 

[kellyintrouble]

The drive seems to take forever. I keep waiting for him to turn and talk to me. Even though I'm gagged, it just seems natural that he would want to introduce himself. He just spent what feels, to me, like a small fortune for the responsibility of housing me for the next three years. You would think he would be going on about what I should expect, and what sort of life I'm going to have for the next three years.

The thought of it feels so unreal. I'm going to be under house arrest with this stranger for three years. I wonder what my room will be like. It'll probably be something small and simple, but I'm okay with that. At least the food will probably be better than the boarding school food I've been eating. And what about school? I guess there will probably be some sort of online school for me. And what about clothes? I suddenly realize I don't have anything with me but what I've been wearing since the arrest. Will I have to wait to change until my stuff is sent over? Is there a uniform or something I'll be wearing?

With all these questions swirling around in my mind, he remains silent as he drives the truck. The silence feels so uncomfortable. Shouldn't it feel that way to him?

The silence is not the only uncomfortable thing in the truck. It feels like every muscle in my upper body aches. My legs aren't too bad. Though the short chain keeps my feet close together, there is at least enough space in front of me that I can stretch them out and change their position from time to time. The seat belt is tight across my lap and presses hard into my chest. The pressure forces my arms out the side next to me, twisted at an awkward angle with no other way to change their position. My arms and shoulders alternate between aching throbs and feeling numb.

As the drive continues, another problem begins to present itself. My bladder begins to ache with the need to relieve myself. It continues to grow in intensity as we drive until every bump in the road feels like a needle prick inside me. I press my bare thighs together tightly, fighting to hold back the need.

When the car finally pulls into a parking lot and then slows to a halt in front of a building, I am overcome with relief. Finally, this awful journey can come to an end. I am quivering with anticipation when he leaves and then walks around to my door. As it opens, I look up at him, sucking in air around the ball in my mouth as I feel drool slip down over my chin to land on my shirt.

"Uhhnnfff..." I groan into the gag when he suddenly grabs my face, fingers digging into my cheeks as he turns me to face him.

"If you think that this will be easy on you! You are either very stupid or just very wrong!" he snarls at me.

My stomach suddenly feels hollow. It feels as though I'm falling away from him, even though his grip does not allow me to move at all.

"The state wants you to suffer!" His wicked grin sends a chill down my spine. "The only ones having fun here, will be my staff and I!"

His words hammer into me. What does he mean? The state wants me to suffer? It's just supposed to be house arrest. My eyes go wide as he wraps firm leather tightly around my throat. I wince, groaning into the gag as I feel something sharp inside the collar pressing against the tender flesh of my throat. That can't be right. Was there something trapped inside the collar? He buckles it so tightly in place that the wicked press of the little spikes brings tears to my eyes.

And then, suddenly, a wicked electric shock flashes into me through those vile little metal prongs. I jerk against the seatbelt, back arching the tiny amount the restraint will allow. My shackled feet kick out with a rattle of chain as I bite down hard on the ball in my mouth. The shock passes quickly, leaving me shaking. My bare flesh glistens with a sheen of sweat.

"I hope you understand that shock can be made much stronger!" he threatens.

I could only nod, mewling pathetically around the gag. He reaches over me to open the buckle. I tense at the touch of his hands to my bare legs as he turns me and then places me down standing on the concrete next to the vehicle. Exhausted, I lean against the SUV as he lets me go, body aching from the long ordeal as I sniff hard, fighting to hold back tears.

"Stand up and let's go!" he barks and then turned to walk toward the building.

I only realize there is a leash attached to my collar when the sudden tug on it yanks me away from the vehicle to follow him. I'm grateful that he walks slowly, though I still have to take quick, mincing little steps up on my toes with the chain between my ankles. My eyes dart around quickly, desperately hoping that no one can see me like this. He's leading me on a leash, like I'm some kind of animal. My cheeks blush crimson as I follow him up and into the building.

When we finally reach his office and he orders me to sit, I waste no time following the command. Sinking onto the hard surface of the chair, I lean forward, turning my chest from side to side as I try to stretch my aching arms as best I can.

 

[GrumpT]

"My name is Rex. I'm in charge here. Before I remove the gag from your mouth. It's important for you to know that you can only speak when we, the staff or members of the state's court ask you a question! If you speak without permission. You will be punished! Do you understand me?"

After pausing for a moment. He continued, "I will now take the gag out of your babyish mouth! You're drooling just like a little baby! Grow up! That's disgusting!" He barked as her undid the strap that was keeping the gag in place.

He then started his questioning of her. "What is your first name and last name?" He paused for the answer. "How old are you?" Once again he paused and waited for her answer. "Where were you living, before you were arrested?" As he again paused for her answer. "Who were you living with?" He then paused again. Thus noting her ability to follow the rules he had mentioned prior to starting this session.

 

[kellyintrouble]

I squirm a little on the seat, pressing my thighs together as the yearning need to release in my bladder grows stronger and stronger. I look up at the fit, older man as he comes to stand over me.

"My name is Rex. I'm in charge here. Before I remove the gag from your mouth. It's important for you to know that you can only speak when we, the staff or members of the state's court ask you a question! If you speak without permission. You will be punished! Do you understand me?"

"Mmmm.... Hmmmm..." I murmur into the gag, nodding emphatically.

"I will now take the gag out of your babyish mouth! You're drooling just like a little baby! Grow up! That's disgusting!"

A pink blush rises on my cheeks as he chides me for the drool that I simply cannot stop from slipping out around the gag. I incline my head forward as he reaches down to unbuckle the straps behind my head. I wince as the efforts tugs at my hair. I groan as he pulls the ball free, forcing my jaw to open uncomfortably wide for a moment before it pops out past my teeth. A streamer of drool stretches from my chin out to the ball where he holds it for a moment, then snaps and swings down to plaster my chin and drip onto my already wet t-shirt. I slowly work my jaw open and closed as it threatens to cramp.

"What is your first name and last name?" He asks.

"Kelly Delaney," I answer quickly.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I say, breathing quickly. I don't want to interrupt him, but the need to pee is getting stronger and stronger.

"Where were you living, before you were arrested?"

"In the city," I answer, hopeful to get by without more details.

"Who were you living with?"

"I was living in the dorms at St. Augustus boarding school," I say. "It's kind of like an orphanage, for people like me who don't have any family but need to finish school. It's like a charity thing."

"But, please, I really have to go to the bathroom," I blurt out. "Like, really bad. I'm not trying to cause any trouble, really, but can I please go? I'll answer all your questions after. I promise."

 

[GrumpT]

Having heard this question before and always having it be a line of shit! Rex opens a door to what most teens think is a closet. "Fine! stand up and walk into the bathroom and do what you need to do!" He growls.

As he watches her take tiny steps into the small bathroom. "I'm not removing your cuffs! So if you truly need to go? I will pull your shorts down for you."

He then pulls her shorts and panties down to around her ankles. "Well take care of your need to pee!"

He then stands there and watches her decide what she is going to do.Leaving the door wide open and watching the teenage girl realize that she'll get no privacy or sympathy from him!

 

[kellyintrouble]

I start a little when he abruptly stands up after I ask the question, suddenly fearful that he is going to come at me. My body untenses when he, instead, moves toward a door on the other side of the room. He opens the door, giving me a peek at the tiny room beyond. At first, it just looks like a closet, but then I can see the toilet within.

"Fine! stand up and walk into the bathroom and do what you need to do!" he says, obviously annoyed.

As I look at him, glowering at me, my concern grows more and more. I try to puzzle out why he is so angry with me. I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. I'm not some terrible person deserving of his scorn. I want so desperately to talk to him and make him understand who I really am. But the wicked press of those little spikes inside my collar is a reminder of what he can do to me when I displease him. I got away with asking to use the bathroom. I don't dare to press my luck by speaking more.

I take slow, careful steps across the room to the little bathroom, terrified that I will lose my balance. I keep my eyes lowered to the floor. He glares at me the entire time. I can practically feel the heat of his gaze on me. When I am finally past him and into the bathroom, I stop with my back to him still, holding out my cuffed wrists toward him a little.

"I'm not removing your cuffs! So if you truly need to go? I will pull your shorts down for you."

I cry out in surprise as my shorts and panties are suddenly yanked down around my ankles, exposing my bare bottom to the man. For a long moment, I just stand there, unable to believe that he just did that. That can't be legal, can it? She's under house arrest. That can't give him the right to strip her clothes off, can it? There have to be some sorts of rules, don't there?

"Well take care of your need to pee!" he demands.

For the moment, the desperate need to do just that is stronger than my feeling of outrage. Turning around with my ankles cuffed, and now with the shorts and panties tangled around my ankles, is a monumental chore. I trip a little, falling against the wall. So close to the toilet, I strain to hold in the torrent that wants to release from my body. My cheeks blush red as I feel a tiny little trickle slip free to slip along the inside of my thigh just before I finally sit.

When I plop down on the toilet, the stream jets from my body to fire with a little echoey sound into the water below. I look up, feeling relief that quickly turns to burning shame when I see Rex staring at me coldly. For a moment, the stream stops, cut off out of habit on some self-conscious level. I still really need to go, and the stopping leaves a little burning feeling. I force my eyes away from his stare, squeezing them shut and just willing the peeing to resume. I moan with relief when I can finally make it come again.

When I am finished, I reach over with my bound hands to rip off a piece of toilet paper. RIsing back onto my feet, and turning to stand with my back to him, I arch my back, trying to reach down and between my legs from behind to awkwardly and clumsily wipe at my inner thigh and labia. I drop the paper in the toilet and flush it.

When I try to squat down to get to my shorts and panties, however, I realize how impossible that is. With the cuffs and their short chain on my ankles, there just isn't any way to reach them while keeping my feet. Blushing with shame, I turn back to face Rex, still not saying anything, but waiting for him to pull them back up.

 

[GrumpT]

Rex keeps a straight face as he stands and watches her embarrassment. As she had to have a complete stranger, an older man pull down her shorts and panties. He knew the look on her face was along the line of, he can't do this to me! Actually, he knew that he was within his rights to keep her cuffed and pull her shorts and panties down for her. He made no attempts to sexually play with her. At this time. So he was doing his job.

After watching her pee with a bit of a struggle. She had to wipe her most private female part after she had finished. Rex simply watched, admiring her cute ass. She then attempted to bend over and pull her shorts and panties back up. Of course, that too was impossible. Once again she had to turn herself back around to face him. She was blushing as she waited silently for Rex to pull them up for her. He did however take time to notice her bush of redhair surrounding her pussy! This confirmed that she was a true redhead! After waiting a few minutes. He finally stepped forward and pulled her panties up to where they needed to be. He then pulled her shorts up to their rightful place as well.

"Walk back to your chair and be seated!" He ordered her in his strict firm voice. As he then stood back and watched her slowly make her way back to the chair.

Once she was seated back in her chair. He asked, "Before I continue with the rules her at the House Arrest. Do you have any questions at this point?"

 

[kellyintrouble]

I stand there in silence, for what feels like forever, waiting for him to pull my clothes back up into place. My blush grows a deeper shade of red when I see the way his eyes wander down over my body to take in the sight of my bare flesh. I quickly turn my face away, not able to handle the way he looks at me. The longer I am around him now, the more I begin to wonder whether four years in a work camp might have been a better option.

Though it is just what I've been waiting for him to do, my breathing still quickens when he walks over close to me. I feel so small and weak as he looms over me, only amplified by the bonds on my wrists and ankles. My small breasts rise and fall quickly behind my tight t-shirt when his hands are one my legs, drawing the panties back up them and settling them in place on my hips. For a moment, I worry that he won't also pull up the shorts, but then he does. I let out a little whimper as he zips and then buttons them closed again.

"Walk back to your chair and be seated!" he barks.

Eyes downcast, I slowly make my way back over to the chair. How long has it been since I was able to take a full step, I wonder? I can't believe that I never appreciated the simple beauty of being able to do what I want and move how I pleased. I finally reach the seat after my slow shuffle and then turn to sit, facing him.

"Before I continue with the rules her at the House Arrest. Do you have any questions at this point?" he asks.

My mind races. Do I have any questions? I have so many. At the forefront of my mind, I want to know why he seems so angry with me. I consider asking it, but then stop myself. What about if he's not mad at me? What about if this is just how he acts? If he's not mad at me, he might get mad at me if I ask him about it. I think of so many questions that I want answers to, but in the end, they all really come back to the rules. More than anything, I want to know what I can expect here and what my life would be like.

"No, sir," I say softly. "I mean, I have questions, but they're all basically about this place and the rules. Please, just tell me about the rules so we can, like, get me out of these cuffs and stuff."

 

[GrumpT]

Rex stood there, looking at her, as he waited for her to ask her questions. Though she said she was interested in hearing the rules. He knew that she wouldn't like them but that was why she had gotten sent here. The state wanted her to face a tough punishment. Though it seemed that she already suspected that outcome.

So Rex didn't waste anytime getting to it. "I understand, but you won't like the answer." He said in a stern tone.

After a short pause, he began. "This is not you typical House Arrest. It's not meant to be. The state wants you to face the roughest way possible of learning your lesson. Thus it's doubtful that anyone here will be nice to you. In fact, I and almost promise you it will be the worst part of your life! You will be tortured, tormented, and basically treated horribly!"

He pauses for a moment before he continued. "At this point, no one here likes you or hates you! Thant includes me but you are to be treated horribly and feel like you are hated!" If he wanted to help her deaal with it. This would be the time to do it but that would defeat the purpose of her being here!"Do you have any other questions for me to answer?"

There were some details he could give her but if she didn't ask the right question. Then she would simply learn about it the hard way.

 

[kellyintrouble]

I listen in numb silence as he speaks. The state wants me to be treated horribly. It wants me to feel miserable. The whole purpose of this place was to teach me rough lessons and torture me. I am supposed to be tormented?
I can't hold back the tears as he lays out these horrible truths to me. My shoulders shake with my sobs as tears fall from my red eyes. There is no denying it. Everything about the way he has treated me backs up exactly what he is claiming.

"Do you have any other questions for me to answer?" he asks.

"Yes," I nod, sniffing back my tears. "I just want to know more about what it's going to be like."

"Can I please have something else to wear? I've been in these clothes for almost two days now."

"Can I take a shower? I really need one."

"Can I have something to eat? Some water?"

"Will I go to school here? I'm so close to graduating."

"Will you please take off these cuffs? I'm not going to try to run away. There is nowhere for me to run."

The last question is a struggle to ask. It feels like I shouldn't have to ask it. It just seems so obvious that you would have done it by now. I keep expecting you to, but for some unknown reason you haven't.

 

[GrumpT]

Rex asked her if she had questions and she did. They were all reasonable questions that she deserved answers to and she'd get answers. They would come one at a time. Just as she would receive those answers one at a time.

Rex then looked the young teenage girl in the eye. "The answer to most of your questions is, yes. Will you receive them all in the order that you asked them?" He paused a moment, "Probably not but you'll just have to take it in stride. At lease you know the majority of what you have asked for is coming your way."

After another pause, he continued, "What's going to happen here? Please don't expect it to be fun. It's not! That is the only answer that I can give you at this time." With past inmates, he had given more specific answers. Which seemingly encouraged the inmates to attempt getting their way! That was counter productive and made all of the employees here have to work harder and get injured by inmates easier.

"Your question about the school? You're not able to attend any type of school or receive any sort of education at this time. That you will have to earn!" There was nothing more for him to give or include in that answer. It would be based on her behavior. Which is completely up to her!

"Please stand. Since dinner is being served right now. I will take you there so you can get a meal, while it's available. Once it's placed in front of you at the table. I will then remove your hand cuffs. So you can eat in a somewhat normal manner."

Though he held the handle of the leash as he slowly walked her through the security doors. Neither his fingers or thumbs were placed on the electrical shock button. Security simply added her to the inmate count and let Rex and the new inmate
continue trough to the inmate dinning room.

Once in the dinning room. Rex placed her at a table. "Today, you don't get a choice. Wo I suggest you eat what you receive and deal with it." Rex then gave a signal to the kitchen supervisor that a new inmate needed her dinner.

"Please raise your hands." When she does as he has asked. He then removes the hand cuffs from her wrists and then wait for her dinner to be brought to her.

 

[kellyintrouble]

I moan in relief at the answer to my questions. Having just been forced to pee in front of him, I had been beginning to think that the whole time here might be like it had been so far. It is good to know that a change of clothes, a shower, and some food. Just as importantly, the cuffs will be coming off.

"What's going to happen here?" he repeats my question. "Please don't expect it to be fun. It's not! That is the only answer that I can give you at this time."

"I understand, sir," I say quickly, trying to hide my disappointment at not being given more information.

While I am grateful to know that my basic needs will be cared for, there was no doubt in my mind that nothing here was going to be fun. Just the way I have been treated so far has made that abundantly clear.

"Your question about the school? You're not able to attend any type of school or receive any sort of education at this time," he says and my heart sinks. "That you will have to earn!"

I nod quickly, feeling a little burst of hope. I can earn school, at least. Maybe I can find a way to get my life back on track.

"Thank you," I say with a weak smile. "I will do my best to earn it."

"Please stand," he says. "Since dinner is being served right now. I will take you there so you can get a meal, while it's available. Once it's placed in front of you at the table. I will then remove your hand cuffs. So you can eat in a somewhat normal manner."

I quickly rise up onto my feet, my stomach rumbling at the sudden promise of food. Led along by the leash, I follow him out of the room and down a hallway. A blush rises on my cheeks once more as we approach a security door. I lower my eyes as the guards there look me up and down. While I have grown a little used to having Rex see me bound and leashed, the thought of two more people witnessing it fills me with shame.

They don't hate me, I remember Rex telling me, but they definitely don't like me. I feel like some sort of animal as Rex leads me into the dining room.

As we enter, it's obvious that the dinner service is just coming to an end. I don't see any other inmates like me, though I think I might have caught a glimpse of one leaving on the other side of the room as we entered.

"Today, you don't get a choice," Rex said as he gestured to the kitchen staff. "So I suggest you eat what you receive and deal with it."

I nod in response, then sit down on a plain chair at the table he brings me to.

"Please raise your hands," he says.

Bending forward at the waist, I hold my hands up behind my back. I hear the rasping of metal and then feel the cuffs on my sore wrists swing open. Tears well in my eyes at the pain as I slowly bring my arms back in front of me for the first time in hours. I wipe away the tears with my palms and then gently rub my wrists.

After a few moments, a tray is set down on the table in front of me. I had not been expecting much, but the meager little offering set down in front of me is even less. One compartment is filled with what looks like wet, runny oatmeal. A single slice of bread sits in the space next to it. The other two spaces on the tray are empty. I look around the table, but don't see any silverware.

I almost ask for something to eat with, but then remember his warning about talking. Instead, I just lean over the plate and try to use the bread to sop up the porridge. I make a mess of it as I eat the utterly bland little meal. My cheeks blush red with my shame, feeling like every eye is on me as I shovel the stuff into my mouth with my fingers. But I do manage to clean the last bits of it off my plate with the remnants of the bread and then I lick my fingers clean.

 

[GrumpT]

Since Rex had done everything he could do with the new inmate. While she ate the slop the kitchen had given he. He texted the female officer who would take the inmate from here.

A fit woman in her early forties walked up to Res. "How is it going, Rex?" She asked him, while noticing the new inmate finishing her food. Taking notice of the cute young redhead.

"Hey Lonnie, I have gotten her fed and started the paper work. She needs a shower, clean close, a bed to sleep in, and whatever else you decide to do with her." He hands Lonnie the leash as he speaks.He then quietly walks away and disappears down the long hallway.

Lonnie places her open hand on the redheads shoulder. "I' Lonnie, you're mine the rest of the evening. What's you name Chick? Stand up so you can get cleaned up." Lonnie says in her tough fit officer's voice.

"You can talk while we walk. Let's go!" As they start walking further down the hall. Lonnie notices the hand cuffs were no longer around her wrists.

Lonnie squats down and removes the metal bracelets that were keeping her ankles lock together.
"You must have been a good girl for Rex. He took your cuffs off your wrists and left them off. He doesn't usually do that for a newbie." She informed her sternly. But didn't mention that the rules said the cuffs stay off after they eat unless the misbehave.

"Turning to the right. It's shower time." Lonnie squats down and removes the metal bracelets that were keeping her ankles lock together. As the hall door slams closed and locks automatically. "Get naked girl! I'm getting your soap, shampoo, a wash clothe, and a towel." As Lonnie is getting the shower items. She barks, "Move it! Or it will cost you later!" Then hands her a plastic bag. put your dirty clothes in this bag."

 

[kellyintrouble]

I take in a shuddering breath when the powerfully built blonde woman puts a hand on my shoulder after Rex walks away. He has been a constant threat, and someone I fear, but it is still strange to have him gone.

"I'm Lonnie, you're mine the rest of the evening," the woman says. "What's you name Chick? Stand up so you can get cleaned up."

"I'm Kelly," I say, turning my head and looking up into the woman's eyes.

"You can talk while we walk. Let's go!" she says.

I rise to my feet and carefully move away from the chair. It's a weird feeling to have my hands free in this place, and at first I don't know what to do with them. I weave my fingers together in front of me. I follow along behind her as she leads me with the leash. The thought of getting cleaned up seems almost too good to be true. I can't wait to get out of the sweaty, dirty clothes that it feels like I've been wearing forever.

"You must have been a good girl for Rex," she says. "He took your cuffs off your wrists and left them off. He doesn't usually do that for a newbie."

There is something about the way she says it that makes me blush.

"Oh, I guess," I answer. "I don't want to cause any trouble."

"Turn to the right. It's shower time." she says.

We enter the bathroom, a very sterile and simple affair. I almost cry with relief when Lonnie squats down to remove the cuffs from my ankles.

"Get naked girl!" she orders. "I'm getting your soap, shampoo, a wash clothe, and a towel."

My heart begins to race in my chest as she walks away. She wants me to just strip in front of her? My mind flashes back to the way Rex so casually pulled my shorts down.

"Move it! Or it will cost you later!" Lonnie barks as she gathers up some things.

Jumping a little, my trembling hands move to them hem of my t-shirt. Closing my eyes, I pull it up over my head. I have to run it down the length of the leash before I can get it free. Lonnie comes back to stand in front of me, holding out a bag. My cheeks flush red as she stands over me.

"Put your dirty clothes in this bag."

I drop the shirt into the bag, then reach down to pull off my sneakers. I put them in the bag, too. The smooth tile floor is cool beneath my bare feet. It takes a couple tries to unbutton my shorts with fumbling fingers, but then I shove them down and deposit them in the bag.

My chest starts to heave as I reach back behind me for the clasp of my bra. Standing there in my underwear, I know that I feel so small and powerless next to this woman. I know that I am going to have to take them off, but it's almost like I can't force myself to do it. Swallowing hard, I feel the press of those wicked little spikes inside the collar against my throat. It's a reminder of how easy it would be for her to hurt me if I disobey.

Closing my eyes, I unclasp the bra and slip it down my arms, depositing it in the bag. The air feels cool on my bare chest, and my nipples get hard at their sudden exposure. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and then push them down my legs, stepping out and putting them in the bag, too. I blush fiercely as I stand there naked except for the collar.

 

[GrumpT]

Lonnie didn't stare or comment about the young redhead's body. But the closer Kelly got to being naked. The more the fit officer noticed the young teen's body. Especially the stiffening nipples! Once Kelly was completely naked and her dirty disgusting smelling clothes were put into the plastic bag.

Lonnie spoke firmly, "Kelly. Look behind you and you'll see the shower stall. There are three buttons. When you push the white one, the shower will start. Pushing the red button will make the water hotter while pushing the blue button will make the water colder. Adjust it quickly! You've got fifteen minutes before the water turns off automatically! Understood?" After a short pause, Lonnie orders. Lonnie removes the collar and leash from Kelly' neck. "Get it done, Kelly!"

Lonnie hands Kelly the soap, shampoo, and wash clothe. While Lonnie herself hangs the towel up near the shower stall. She then steps back and observes the young teen girl. Though she says nothing nor does she make a sound. Thoughts of what she could do with the girl in a little while. As she considers her ideas. He body shares it's excitement with Lonnie! Who continues to hide it from the hot young redhead!

"You've got five minutes left!" The lady officer warn the teenage girl. As she took notice of her red haired bush between her thighs!

A few minutes later, "One minute left, Kelly!" Lonnie stated sternly as Kelly was trying to hurry.

"Five, four, three, two, one. You're done!" Lonnie counted down loudly for Kelly to hear. As the water immediately turned off.

 

[kellyintrouble]

"Kelly. Look behind you and you'll see the shower stall. There are three buttons. When you push the white one, the shower will start. Pushing the red button will make the water hotter while pushing the blue button will make the water colder. Adjust it quickly! You've got fifteen minutes before the water turns off automatically! Understood?"

"Yes, I understand," I answer quickly.

I moan with relief when Lonnie unlocks the collar and removes it from my throat. It feels so good to have those two little spines removed that I almost forget that I am standing naked in front of a stranger.

"Get it done, Kelly!" the guard orders.

Taking the supplies from her, I quickly move into the shower stall. I set them down and then press the button to start the shower

"Ahh!" I cry out as the rush of cold water rains down on me.

The chilled water rips the air from my lungs, and goosebumps rise up all over my bare flesh. I quickly hit the red button a few times, trembling as I pick up the soap and washcloth. Slowly the water temperature begins to warm. I lather up the cloth and start to wash myself. When it gets warm enough, I feel better than I have felt in days. I wash myself thoroughly, finally shedding the grime and sweat I have been accumulating since my arrest. I lose myself in the sweet sensation of the water as I let it flow down over my head.

When I turn slowly, I am reminded of where I am by the sight of the intimidating guard staring coldly at me. I quickly turn away, a hot blush on my cheeks. Turning my attention to my hair, I untie and then release the long braid. Running my fingers through my long tresses, I work shampoo into it. It's a long process, and as I'm doing it, I feel the temperature of the shower continuing to rise until it is scalding my skin. I quickly tap the cold button.

"You've got five minutes left!" Lonnie warns.

Gratefully, the shower temperature starts to come back down. I scratch at my scalp, working the shampoo into every bit of my hair. Then I plunge my head under the water and begin to brush it all out. I bend forward, head facing the ground and letting my long hair fall down around my face and toward the floor. Thankfully, the braid protected my hair from most of the snarls I would have had, though I still find a few that need to be worked out.

"One minute left, Kelly!" she announces, and I pick up the pace, trying to make sure I get all of the shampoo out and the water is running clear.

I hiss, grumbling to myself as the water temperature continues to drop, becoming downright cold again. But I don't take the time to change it again in my hurry to finish with my hair.

"Five, four, three, two, one. You're done!"

I stand up straight when the water cuts off, shivering visibly from the cold. Breathing a little hard, I reach up to run my fingers through my hair and then push the wet mass of it back over my shoulders.

 

[GrumpT]

Lonnie watches with great interest in the young redheads body! Yes, she thinks to herself, I'm going to have some fun with this young little girl! As she has taken time during the girls shower to notice he young sixteen year old's body!

Lonnie then steps forward with a hair brush in her hand. "Here you go. You can use this to brush the knots out of your hair. Use the mirror on the wall that's across from the shower head!" She orders her young prisoner.

Once Kelly has finally finished brushing her hair. She strongly instructs Kelly!

"Come out of the Shower area, turn right, and follow the short tile hallway through the unlocked steel black door. It will lead you into a small locker room." Lonnie pauses a couple of moments as she waits for The teen to walk through the steel door.

Once Kelly enters the locker room. Lonnie tells her, "Proceed to the open locker. You'll find the clothes you need to put on!"

Of course, once Kelly arrives at the open locker. She will look inside the locker and find that there are no clothes at all waiting for her inside the locker! Lonnie stands just inside the black door and waits for the young redhead's reaction.

 

[kellyintrouble]

I take the brush from Lonnie and then move to the mirror to brush it out thoroughly. It takes some time after the neglect of the last few days, but I eventually get it all sorted. My hair is mostly dry, the curls and waves coming back after the brushing. Through it all, I can practically feel the guard's eyes on my naked body, but I try to force down those thoughts.

"Come out of the Shower area, turn right, and follow the short tile hallway through the unlocked steel black door," Lonnie orders. "It will lead you into a small locker room."

Setting down the brush, I nod and then head out into the hallway. I pad quietly down it on bare feet, hands clutched in front of me until I reach out to open the black door. I pass into the locker room beyond.

It feels good to be clean and fed. It feels good not to be in cuffs and chains. I know that I should be grateful to be in such a better place than I so recently was. But the way the fit guard just orders me around still grates on me. It isn't fair. None of this is fair. How am I supposed to handle three years like this?

"Proceed to the open locker. You'll find the clothes you need to put on!" Lonnie explains.

I push my frustration aside. At least I will have some clothes to wear now. I have to focus on the good. I can't let the oppression of this place wear me down.

I move quickly to the open locker, but then frown when I see it is empty. I turn back to face Lonnie.

"Oh, it's empty," I say with a shrug. "Maybe someone put the stuff in the wrong locker?"

I start to reach for the handle of the locker next to the open one.

 

[GrumpT]

A surprised look came across Lonnies face! "Really?" She asked in a surprised tone of voice. But it was an act for the hot young red head. Actually, this was one of Lonnie's favorite to welcome new inmates here on house arrest! Lonnie would play the surprised guard as the inmate would have to explain what she saw as she went into the next room.

"Well Kelly, please come back to the end or that row of lockers. Where you entered them at, take a right turn, and walk about fifteen feet to another steel black door!" Lonnie stood quietly at her monitor. Which would show her when the sixteen year old girl had entered the room that was part of the dungeon.

"So what do you see exactly, Kelly?" Pausing for a moment. "Be very specific, Kelly!" She instructed her firmly.

 

[kellyintrouble]

I follow the woman's instructions, making my way back out and then down the other corridor. I open the door, as instructed, and then look around at the room with wide eyes.

"So what do you see exactly, Kelly?" the guard tells me. "Be very specific, Kelly!"

The change from the rest of the complex is striking. Gone are the clean, utilitarian walls. Gone is the almost clinical feel of the place. It takes me some time to find my voice at last.

"It's, like, all stone and brick," I say, finally finding my voice. "And it's old and crumbly and dirty. There's a window up high, but it has bars on it."

Stepping into the room, I can feel the uneven brick floor beneath my bare feet. Moving to the rough wooden table, I run my fingers along its surface.

"The furniture, just a big table and a bench, is old and beat up," I say. "It's just awful in here. It looks like someplace out of a movie or something."