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Dear readers, this story was written for a specific person.\nAnd I hope she enjoys it. That said, I\nalso hope you enjoy it. It is short and caters to a specific fantasy. – DataSado Please note this is part one. There will be a part two soon.

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Prisoner\n5702693

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The negotiations had gone on for a few weeks and then there\nwas the prep time. Now nearly six month\nlater it was going to happen. She was met at the bus drop at an intersection in\nthe middle of nowhere. When the bus left there was only her and a plain while\nwindowless van. The man stepped out and walked up to her. “You the prisoner?”

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Under any other circumstances that would be a very strange\nquestion indeed. And the irony was not lost on her. “Yes Sir.” She responded.

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“Are you prepared to continue?”

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Losing her voice, she simply nodded.

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“Face the van and put your hand on the side above your head.”

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She did as she was instructed. The man stood behind her and kicked her legs\nfurther apart. Next, he did a full police pat down. Then he pulled her right\nwrist behind her and cuffed it. Then he\npulled her other wrist behind her and attached it to her right wrist leaving\nher safely cuffed. Taking her by her left upper arm he led her around to the\nback of the van and helped her inside.

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Once the door closed, she was thrown in darkness. The long trip seemed to last forever but in\nactually, was little more than a couple of hours. When the door opened it was\nalready dark outside. She was let out of the van into an enclosed garage and\nled through a door and downstairs to what appeared to be a holding area.

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The room was all white and the walls were made from concreate\nfill cinder blocks. There was the door she came in and a heavy steel door on\nthe opposite wall. In the room was a\nsimple table and two government issue chairs. \nThe prisoner was seating in one of the chairs. Her hands were uncuffed\nfrom behind her back and recuffed together and attached to a chain on the table. Once she was safely secured to the table the\nman left.

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She sat in the room waiting for the better part of an hour\nbefore the man returned. “I have the results of your court case. You have been\nsentenced to forty years imprisonment in this private facility. Furthermore,\nyour sentence requires that you be afforded very few privileges. With that in\nmind you need to understand your rules here and the consequences for disobedience.\nFirst and foremost, you will remain silent unless you are asked a direct\nquestion. Second, you will be subject to random inspection for contraband. Third,\nyou will not be allowed into general population at any point in your sentence.\nYour diet will be strictly enforced and there are to be no deviations. You will\nremain in your own cell 24/7 with breaks for exercise once per week for 15\nminutes. Finally, based on your crime and additional punishment was decried by\nyour Judge. You are to be tattooed in the first few days here. Nod if you\nunderstand so far.”

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Holy crap! She thought. What if it gets to be too much? But\nthe option for a safe word or emergency exit was nixed by her. In fact, she\nmade it a point to make her jailer agree that once started there should be no\nopportunity for her to change her mind regardless of how she felt or what she\nsaid. Getting him to agree to this took weeks. He finally consented and spoke\nthe words that might come to haunt her now. “Be careful what you wish for.”

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“PRISONER! Do you\nunderstand?” The man said harshly. She nodded meekly now shaken out of her\nreverie.

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“Good. I have one\nmore rule for you. This is a place of punishment. Therefore, you will not\npleasure yourself. Since every prisoner than comes here eventually does\nthinking he or she can ‘get away with it,’ we have resorted to mandatory\nchastity belts. You will be fitted, and it will remain secured on you for the\nduration of your sentence.” He let out a wicked smile. “When you break a rule,\nyou will receive additional punishments. Said punishments may include loss of\nthe few privileges you have, additional time added to your sentence, removal from\nyour luxury cell and time in an isolation cell, and finally corporal\npunishment.”

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When she discussed the terms of her imprisonment, they\ntalked about punishments and diets. He told her he would place her on a diet\nthat would meet all of her nutritional needs but not be enjoyable. She nervously\nasked if he meant dog food. He laughed and said no but he would leave it as a\nsurprise. Saying only, it was designed specifically for human ingestion. Then\nthere was the concept of corporal punishment. She said she wanted a punishment\nfor breaking rules that she absolutely would not want to experience more than\nonce in her lifetime. He suggested caning her ass. She went white at the suggestion.\nBut then decided that was exactly what she might need.

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He again asked if she understood. She again nodded feeling a\nbit nauseous. “He then slid a paper to her and a pen and told her to sign. The\ndocument read that she agreed to a privately funded prison system and\nunderstood that the term of sentence was not less than 40 years. That she agreed\nto accept the prisons rules and understood that punishments would be\nforthcoming if she broke a rule. Finally, it released the prison of any liability\nduring her stay. She signed the document and understood that it probably was a\nlegal document and would hold up in court.

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He took the document and the pen and left the room again. He\nleft her alone for another hour. Not that it mattered to her, she was not going\nanywhere for a very long time now. When he came back, he moved her to the next\nroom. There she was told to remove all of her clothing and jewelry and place\nall of it in a clear plastic bin. Taking the bin, he wrapped a tamper seal\naround the edge and then wrote her prisoner number (5702693) on the front of\nthe bin.

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Next, he had her stand legs apart and hands behind her head.\nHe began a very slow, very detailed inspection of her body. He ran his fingers\nthrough her hair then moved down her body. He took the time to inspect each\nbreast. Not quite taking a cheap feel but actually inspecting them to be sure\nthey were real. His hand touched every part of her body inspecting her quite thoroughly.\nThen he made her lean over the table. He went to the cabinet and put on exam\ngloves and took out a tube of lubricant.

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“This type of inspection will be done randomly during your\nstay here. Do not fight it or you will be restrained, and the inspection will\nbe much worse. Not hold still while I inspect your vagina and anus for\ncontraband.”

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Fuck!

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He squirted a liberal amount of lube on his hand then began\nto rub lightly against her vagina. Then without warning he entered her. He had\nlong fingers but still forced his way deep into her until she felt him at the\nentrance to her uterus. She was sure he was spending much longer than was\nnecessary for an inspection. Finally, as she was starting to actually enjoy it,\nhe pulled out and moved to her ass. He got another dab of lubricant and began\napplying pressure to her anus. She felt one then two fingers enter her. It was\njust past uncomfortable and moving into the painful side before he removed his\nfingers.

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He removed the gloves and dropped them into a waste basket\nbeside the table. Going back over to the cabinet he removed a chastity belt. He\nadeptly attached the belt to her and when he was done, she was very sure she\nhad already had her last play time. Next,\nhe went to the cabinet and retrieved an orange and green diagonally striped\njumpsuit. She was surprised to see her prison number already stenciled on the\nfront and back of the ugly jumpsuit. Handing\nher the jump suit he said “Stand in front of door S.”

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She stood up a bit shakily and stood before the door with a\nbig letter S printed on it. When the\ndoor opened, he told her to go in. The door closed behind her. This room was\nobviously a shower room. The left side\nof the room was done in a grey and white checkered tile with three shower heads\nspaced a few feet apart. The opposite side held a bench and a single small\nwhile towel. The wall opposite the shower had a large mirror. Presumably it was\na one-way mirror. A disembodied voice told her to place the jumpsuit on the\nbench and get in the water. “You will have seven minutes to shower. After that\nthe water will cut off. Don’t waste time waiting for the water to warm up, the\nis no hot water here.”

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She set the jumper down and the water started. It wasn’t\njust cold; it was extremely cold to the point of painfully cold. She quickly\ngot herself wet trying not to just get out of the ice-cold water. She took the\nblock of soap and lathered up. Quickly she rinsed back off as the soap felt\nlike it was burning her skin. Without warning the water stopped. She had\nmanaged to finish just in time.

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She took the small towel, really it was just a hand tower to\nher, and began to dry herself as best she could. “You may put on the jumper.\nYou will wear this at all times. You will not modify it in anyway nor will you\nattempt to alter how it is worn.” The jumper fit loosely but covered\neverything. It had a Velcro fastener that ran the length along the front. The\nsleeves fell just above her elbows at an awkward length. No doubt intentional. “If\nyou disobey these instructions you will be kept naked. That is of course your\nchoice. Stand before door B.”

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She moved to the door with a large “B” stenciled on it and\nwaited. After a minute the door slide open. She was now in a hallway with four\nsolid steel doors labeled 3,4,5 and 6. “Stand before door 5.” She moved down\nthe line until she was before door 5. The door slid open and revealed a sparce prison\ncell. It like the rest of the facility was painted over cinderblocks. The color\nof choice int this room was a pale pink. In the corner was a prison style toilet/sink.\nAgainst the wall was a built-in steel rack with a 3” think mattress on it. A\nsheet and blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed. “Enter your cell.”

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She did as she was told, and the door slid closed behind her\nwith a very solid clang sound. She looked around the cell and noted the one-way\nmirror above the door the most likely had a camera hiding behind the glass. “Lights\nout in five minutes.”

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The first few days were hard. She found herself crying in\nher pillow a lot as the realization was finally dawning on her. She really was\na real prisoner. The first day was the easiest of the few. She was enjoying the\nfeeling of being locked away. But when the voice announced lights out. She realized\nthat she had not eaten.

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“Hey! When do I get fed?”

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“Prisoner number 5702693 has spoken with permission. This prisoner\nwill be punished for a 48 hour period beginning at revelry.”

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Oh crap!

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When the lights came on, she heard the voice tell her to stand\nbefore the door. She did as told. The\ndoor opened and she was directed into a new room. “Sit and place your arm on\nthe arm rests.”

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She again did as commanded. The man entered the room and\nthen strapped her arms to the arm rests. She noted that he had a stun gun on a\nbelt at his side. She decided that it might be better to do as told from now\non. He went to a cupboard and retrieved a large panel gag. The gag had a large\nball attached to it. He fitted it on her head and pulled each of the straps\ntight. Then she heard the sound of locks clicking shut.

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“You will wear this for the next 48 hours. I will allow you\nthree breaks for water at 12 hour intervals. Do not abuse this. The next time\nyou speak without permission you will wear this device for a full month.” He\nthen undid the restraints and sent her back to her cell.

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When the gag finally came off, she was offered her first meal\nin captivity. The hard-plastic tray held only one item, some kind of white substance.\nIt was thicker than pudding but not as thick as cheese. It was the most bland\nthing she had ever tasted and the texture was just off. She ate because instinctively\nshe knew that to balk at her meal might subject her to further punishments she\nwould rather skip on. After that meals\ncame twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the late afternoon. Although\ntelling time here was all but impossible without a frame or reference. There was\nlight or darkness.

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On day seven she was removed from her cell and taken to yet\nanother room. It housed a single treadmill. She was told to remove her jumper\nand step on the treadmill. The belt started up and gradually gained speed until\nshe was at a decent run. It kept up for ten long minutes before it slowed back\ndown. 5702693 was exhausted and ready to take a break. Instead she was led back\nto the shower room and forced to take another ice-cold shower. Finally, she was\ntaken back to her cell and left alone again.

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On day 12 she stood up and screamed and threw her pillow at\na wall. “The prisoner will place both hands on the wall and wait.”

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She realized that she was being monitored. She vaguely\nwondered if he had help or he was alone in monitoring her. Still, she did as\nshe was told not wanting to make this worse than it already was going to be.\nAfter a few minutes more she was again directed to the room where the gag had\nbeen placed on her. This time she was directed to remover her jumper. Then she\nwas directed to a new door. Whe this door open she stepped into a very small\ncramped space. It was a 3x3 by 4foot tall\nroom. The door closed behind her with the sound the only a very heavy metal\ndoor can make.

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“Prisoner 5702693. You will remain in this isolation room\nfor 21 days.” The room had padded wall but the same concrete floor as the rest\nof the facility. There was not a toilet in the room. The lights in the room\nwent out and she was plunged into complete darkness.

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Food and water came in the form of a tray provided twice\ndaily through a slot in the door. The tray and slot were designed to make it\nimpossible to remove the tray from the inside of the small cell.

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5702693 Blinked and squinted when the harsh lights came on. “Stand\nby the door.” The voice said. She was returned to her own cell. “If you behave\nfor an additional 30 days your jumper will be returned and your exercise privileges\nwill also be returned. She sat on the\nunmade bed. This was going to be a very long and hard 40 years.

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