The characters in this story are over the age of 18.
This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I'll start uploading the rest. If you don't like it, let me know why and I'll try and re-work it so it's more acceptable.
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The bus pulled up at the prison at 11am sharp. Charlotte's eyes stared out of the window as she wondered how her life lead her up to this moment. She had been a good person. A decent person. She didn't deserve to pay for her boyfriends crime.
Her boyfriend, Matthew, had been arrested at the same time as her. Unknown to her, he was manufacturing and distributing drugs to people all over the city. He used his job at their local fast food restaurant to his advantage. Any customer who came up and ordered a 'sugar special' was told a price to represent the time at which they should collect their 'order'. $9.30 meant 9:30pm. $12.00 meant midnight. You get the picture. Charlotte had no idea about any of this, and unbeknown to her, when the cops came to their door, she was thought of as an accomplice. The two were sent to two different prisons; an all male prison, and an all female prison. With Matthew getting 25 years, and Charlotte only getting 5.
There were several other women on the bus. Most of them looked like they belong. Tough, tattooed, tattered clothes, while the remaining few looked as innocent as Charlotte; nice clothes, straightened hair, a professional posture.
A small strand of Charlotte's short, slightly wavy red hair fell into her face as she looked down in shame and fear. This whole experience would change her life. Only, not in the way that she had thought. Because she was facing down, Charlotte didn't immediately notice when the bus drove through the prison gates and into the closed fenced in area.
When the noise of the inmates became too loud to ignore, Charlotte looked up and out of the window. She couldn't believe her eyes. Every single woman she saw, besides women in the bus, was totally and completely naked. No shirt on their torsos. No pants on their legs. No shoes on their feet. Not even a single prisoner number. 100% nude.
The guards on the other hand were only very slightly more dressed, wearing only guard hats, black boots, and belts around their waist, holstering a gun on the right side, mace on the left, and a baton on the back. But other than those, they were naked as well.
The bus doors opened, and one by one, all the women on the bus stood and headed for the exit. As Charlotte got closer and closer to the outside, she could make out what the inmates were saying in the roar of the crowd.
"YOU'RE GONNA BE MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"HOPE YOUR CUNT IS SHAVED!"
"I LOOOOOOVE THOSE TITTIES ON YOU GIRL HAHAHA!"
"GIMME THAT ASS MOMMY!!"
A guard came up to the women and ordered them to head towards the gates. Charlotte couldn't help but look around at the hoard of nude women all touching themselves, and each other, while yelling about how they were going to fuck them. A lot of them had their pussies on display as they fiercely rubbed them. Some bent over and spread their ass cheeks to show the new girls. Some only turned and shook their asses. Some where squeezing and playing with their tits. While some were kissing and touching and licking each other, to show the newbies what they would be in for once they walked through those big wooden doors.
Charlotte couldn't help but blush.
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The women were escorted into the prison, through the corridors, and past other prisoners until they ended up in one of the cell-blocks. They all stood in a row, side to side and faced the two guards in front of them. Silence filled the air, and was only broken by the sound of high heels growing louder and louder, until the women wearing them revealed herself. She stood between the guards and faced the women. Wearing black heels, a tight white skirt that stopped just above her knees, a white suit jacket with nothing underneath, made clear by the fact that it hung open, revealing her naked torso yet hiding her nipples, and black rectangular glasses. The white suit matched her somewhat tanned skin. Not too pale, yet not too dark either. Her hair was a neat black bob-cut, and her style was finished off by her blood red lipstick.
She was the warden.
"Hello ladies!", the warden said, loudly and firmly. "I am Nicole Dane, or as you will now refer to me as, Warden Dane. I run this prison, and my word is law. As you may have noticed, there is no uniform in this facility." She began to slowly pace back and forth in front of the new inmates. "In too many prison around the world, violence occurs when prisoners hide weapons in their clothes to use when it it more convenient for them. Not here. In here, there is no place where a prisoner can hide such a weapon without it being immediately noticeable. So, with that being said..." she stopped back where she started, in between the two guards and in front of the women. "...take your clothes off."
All women were startled by this. They had to strip right now? They assumed there would be a but more privacy, if even for a little while.