This is the second chapter. You will need to have read chapter 1 of 'Fraudulent Judicial Punishment' to appreciate what is happening.
Lauren tried to get to her feet but found that her hands cuffed to her belly chain made that task much more difficult than normal. She felt her tummy muscles push tight against the restraint chain as she tried to sit up. Eventually she worked out that she had to roll over and kneel up by which time the other prisoners were already standing with the guard at the door. She felt a new wave of embarrassment wash over her having had so much trouble mastering the ability to stand while chained.
The guard stepped into the cell and behind Lauren "Come on then ladies. Out the cell and turn left, head down the corridor and stop at the gate". Each girl shuffled forward and out of the cell at the extent of their leg chains and their passage was accompanied by the rattle of the chains. As Lauren started to move in line behind the other two the guard squeezed her left breast and held her, whispering in her ear "You'd best remember the rules at the prison, they will punish you for looking the wrong way. Enjoy bitch". Lauren fought to hold back her tears and ignore the dull ache in her breast as she followed her colleagues out into the corridor.
The thin girl was at the front with Charlotte second in line. Lauren could see how the metal bra device was digging into her back and could only imagine the pressure that the poor girl's breasts were under and the pain she must be in. She could see how the crotch chain disappeared down the girls crack and the skin pushed out around the chain. Lauren imagined what her arse must look like and she pushed her tummy against the chain again which pulled the crotch chain up closer to cliterous and she felt that thrill again. The chain was tightly up between her lips and every step she took was a delicious rubbing sensation that, in any other circumstance would have been highly erotic.
The thin girl reached the barred gate and the girls all came to a stop. A new guard, a tall female with a stern look on her face waited on the other side and took a look at her new charges. "Any trouble with this lot Rob?" she asked the guard behind Lauren.
"Nothing a little shock or two hasn't resolved"
The new guard slipped a key in the lock and opened the gate. She reached for a clip board "Name?" she said to the thin girl.
The thin girl with the collar looked down at the ground and replied "Janine Jennings Ma'am". The guard looked down at her board and made a tick mark. She reached out and grabbed the girl's handcuffs and pulled her through the gate. "Stand on the red spot on the floor Jennings".
"Next. Name?"
"Err. Charlotte " the guard reached forward and hit the breast device eliciting a scream from Charlotte.
"You address me as 'Miss or Ma'am. Try again."
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt my boobs miss. My name is Charlotte Trow"
The guard marked her clipboard and nodded Charlotte through the gate. "That makes you Rebecca Cooke then?" the guard glanced at Lauren and pinned her through the gate by her elbow.
She slammed the gate shut and opened the other door revealing a garage where a can was parked. "Come on ladies. We don't have all day"
As they all stepped into the garage, a man got out of the van and openly looked the girls up and down before opening the call doors of the van.
Inside the van was separated into single solid cells with only enough room to stand. Janine was pushed up the step first and put into the end cell. When the door was closed there was a small horizontal space at the top where her face could be seen.
Charlotte was into the next cell, and then Lauren was gripped by the elbows and half pushed half lifted up the step and into the back of the van and into the cell.
When the door closed behind her, it was immediately obvious to her that this was absolutely not going to be a comfortable journey.
The female guard spoke "Right ladies, you well find a handle at waist height, I would suggest you hold onto it tightly. We will be about 20 minutes or so. I'm going to be sat here in the back with you and I don't expect any trouble."
The floor of the cell was ridged which made it a little uncomfortable to stand on in bare feet. There was indeed a handle that resembled a very small bike handlebars that Lauren was able to grip while her hands were cuffed.
She could feel her back pressed up against the wall of the cell and there wasn't much space between each shoulder and the side walls. She wondered how the bigger Charlotte was getting on in her cell especially with her metal torture bra device.
The back door of the van slammed shut without warning making her jump. The van moved on it's suspension as the man could be heard climbing into the drivers seat and the engine rumbled to a start.
When the engine started Lauren could hear a fan start somewhere under the floor and warm air began to blow up into the cell. The van lurched forward pushing her back into the rear wall and they were on their way.
The ridges in the floor were such that Lauren had to keep moving her feet to relive the pressure on her soles but it was bearable, perhaps akin to stepping on gravel in bare feet.
As time went on, the warm air kept pumping into the cell and it was beginning to get uncomfortably warm and Lauren could feel a sheen of sweat begin to form on her skin.
"Please miss" Lauren heard Charlotte call "Can you please turn the heating down?"
"No" came the single word, rather unhelpful response.
Lauren reflected that the guard's response was typical of the system. A petty discomfort, but it was really making the journey that more unpleasant than it already was.
Her hands were beginning to ache from holding onto the handle to keep from being thrown around as the van made it's way through the traffic.
Her feet were still constantly moving on the ridged floor in a hopeless attempt to find relief.
There was now beads of sweat appearing and running down her body. She could feel the dampness under the chain cinched into her belly.
The van came to a stop and Lauren could hear muffled voices at the front of the van before they lurched into motion again but only for a few seconds before pausing and moving forward again.
"Here we are. I hope you're all ready to repay society for your crimes" called the female guard accompanying them in the back of the van. "When the doors open, you're going to be taken out of the van and you will meet me colleague and wait for further instruction."
