"For the aforementioned crimes, and a
pattern of violence, I
hereby sentence you to serve the remainder of your childhood,
three years and seven month, in the nearest juvenile
detention
facility. Do you understand, Miss Crawford?"
"Yeah, Judge," Sarah said with an air of
unconcern. She was
scared shitless, but she wouldn't let it show, not in front
of
that asshole.
"I suggest you be more respectful," Mrs.
Uleo, her worthless
lawyer whispered urgently.
"Why, the asshole already screwed me, why
kiss his ass now?"
"If you continue with this attitude, I'm
afraid I can no
longer represent you, young lady.
"Wow, no shit? Do me that favor, will
you? You lazy piece
of shit. If I had a real lawyer I wouldn't be going to
detention
now, would I. No wonder your ass is free. Go ahead, run,"
Sarah
called as her lawyer packed her things and ran for the door.
"Worthless piece of shit," Sarah growled,
loud enough for the
entire room to hear her. "I'll look your ass up when I get
out,
bitch!"
"That will be enough, young lady," the
judge roared, banging
his gavel.
"Fuck you, chubby."
She was rushed out of the room with the
laughter of the
audience still in her ears. With a slight grin on her face
she
was led outside into a white van. That was her last day in
the
"real world".
Detention was a dormitory and a school.
She realized that
must be why they called it reform school. She also suddenly
realized that nearly everybody in the school was badder than
her
on her worst day. She was a lightweight compared to the
women
inside. Some were almost 21, but they looked 45. They were
covered with self-inflicted tatoo's, torn and dirty clothing,
and
unwashed bodies that were rank even from several feet away.
As
she was led into the mass confusion of the processing room,
she
looked around at the noise in stark terror.
"Strip," a chinless guard with no hair
ordered, holding a
baton in her hands.
"No way," Sarah said, proud of her
haughty demeanor. She was
struck in the back of the knees, then the baton was thrust
into
the center of her lower back. She screamed in pain and went
down
to her knees.
"Hey, you can't do that," Sarah said with
tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, right," the matron said and drew
back her baton again.
"No, I'll do it," Sarah said, tearing her clothing off.
"Fold them," the matron ordered, staring
at Sarah's nakedness
in unconcern.
Sarah folded her clothes and put
everything into a box, then
marked it with her name. She was given a gray skirt and
white
blouse, black shoes and white sox. The underwear was
something
from the dark ages. When she was finally dressed, she looked
up
expectantly. In the next hour she received her physical, her
bedding and bath items, and led to her bed, which turned out
to
be one of many in a large bay. It was the worst day of her life.
She cried for over an hour before she finally fell asleep.
"I'm serious, Laurie said
enthusiastically. "If you want
easy time on the inside, you need to become one of Carter's toys.
She's a good person."
"I'm not into that lesbian shit," Sarah
said as she bounced
on the bed, eating a twinkie. Laurie had become her best
friend
over the past few months. Laurie could get her hands on
anything
and went out of her way to make Sarah feel special.
"Neither was I," Laurie said, holding one
of Sarah's hands,
"but if you want to make it inside, you need a friend. Joan
is
my special friend, she get's me stuff, anything I want on the
outside."
"And what exactly do I have to do?"
"Make love to her once in a while.
Sometimes it's only once
a month, sometimes more. I have really grown to like it.
With
no guys around it's the next best thing, don't you think?"
"Maybe," Sarah said as she took another
bite of her twinkie,
"this shit is seriously good," she held the last of the
twinkie
aloft, then slid it into her mouth in a sword swallowing act.
Laurie laughed and slapped her hand.
Sarah wiped her mouth on the back of her
hand and gave Laurie
a serious look.
"So what exactly do you do with her, do
you like lick her
pussy?"
"Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes she does me.
She says I taste
like candy."
"Would you do me sometimes?" Sarah asked
seriously.
"Maybe, if you join Dr. Carter. Will
you?" Laurie asked with
a tense expression.
"Yeah, why not," Sarah said, trying not
to show her
nervousness. "Can you tell her for me?"
"Sure, I'll tell her right now," Laurie
cried, jumping down
to the floor and running out of the bay. Sarah smiled as she
watched the skinny little girl disappear.
Laurie returned in moments and led Sarah
to the doctor's
office. She entered and turned to find Laurie gone. Even
more
nervous now she watched the doctor working on the far side of
the
room.
"Go ahead and sit down, I'll be with you
in a minute," the
doctor said, then turned and approached Sarah where she sat
next
to her desk. To Sarah's complete surprise the doctor handed
her
a drink. It was a screwdriver, of all things, and it was
absolutely fabulous.
"Welcome to my little harem," the doctor
said with a nice
smile. "Please, ask me anything."
"Uh, who do I have to screw," Sarah
finally asked, doing a
poor impersonation of some movie she once saw.
"Me," the doctor said simply, with a
smile.
"Miss..."
"Call me Joan," the doctor
interrupted.
"Joan, I've never done anything like this
before. I don't
know what to do."
"That's what makes you so unique, and
enjoyable. Don't
worry, I'll talk you through it. Do you know which you would
prefer for your first time?"
"Huh?"
"Would you like to make love to me, or
would you like me to
make love to you?"
"I think," Sarah stopped and swallowed
nervously, "I think
I'd like to try you while you talk me through it, if you
don't
mind."
"Hell no, I don't mind at all. In fact
you are the first. I
knew you were different. First, let's take off our clothes."
"Sure," Sarah said, shaking like a fool.
Sarah felt totally
naked and vulnerable, with her clothes off, but she was
fascinated by the site of Joan nude. She could never
remember
being so close to a naked woman before, it was fascinating.
Sarah didn't know what to do. She slid
out of the chair and
went down to her knees in front of her doctor's chair.
Slowly,
looking at Joan for approval, she leaned down and sniffed the
air
between Joan's legs, but not too close. It smelled good, like
a
woman. Sarah licked her dry lips and tried to get ahold of
her nerves.
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