D.O.C. Women’s Labor Division Pt. 04

D. O. C. Women's Labor Division pt 04

"All right, stand back up and turn around," the Officers said as she finished up the cavity search on the first row.

"Turn around. Position 2, now!

The dozen inmates turned around away from the Officer. They spread their legs wide, squatted down, opening themselves. Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri attracted the attention of the three officers.

"Three new fish. So young, so innocent looking. What did you girls do to get in here? You don't belong here, do you?" One of the officers asked, slyly.

"No ma'am, we do not," replied by at the end of the line, her body, and an humiliating naked squat.

"That was a rhetorical question, college girl. I should say former college girl. This is your new school now, all three of you. to me, you're just convicts. You're going to be in here for a long, long, long time..... start coughing inmates," the officer said...

The row of women began coughing, looking forward at the far wall with the showerheads. Some of the girls were used to this, but some never could accept this part of their lives. Every morning, having to show their bodies to these uncaring officers. Probed and examined, sometimes teasingly, sometimes clinically as if they didn't matter. For the three new inmates, there would be showing their intimate parts of their body to more than just officers... so many fellow inmates, for the first time.

"OK, stand up and move to Position 4. Keep those legs wide, open up those cheeks, hold those ankles tight."

The officer started at the opposite end of tbe line. They each had four pairs of latex gloves. They would go through a lot of gloves every day in the name of security. But for these women, it was shame....

The first three women in line were silent as the officers slipped two fingers into their waiting vaginas. One of the women did flinch as the fingers left her sex and entered her asshole but the officers paid no mind. They were eager to get to the end of the line and feel the three new girls.

The next three women were probed without incident, nothing but heavy breathing and a lot of wetness from one, another woman who was about a dozen years older than the three new girls.

She was a lifer, Hispanic, beautiful at age 30, and absolutely missing her husband. Sometimes during these morning strip searches she would fantasize about him being inside of her, in her pussy, in her ass, she didn't care. She would give anything for him to fuck her. she was a twice a day girl. This was hell for her. She tried to drive any pleasure she could out of these searches, but silently and discretely so not to get unwanted attention from the guards.

The officer fingering her noticed she was wet, but she just smiled as she looked into the eyes of the beautiful brown-skinned bent over inmate in front of her, and then plunged her fingers into her asshole. She kept the search quick to leave the lonely inmate wanting more.

The three officers went to the next trio of inmates, admiring their cute little assholes, and tight little slits. They changed gloves and did a quick clinical searched both holes on each woman eliciting just a couple soft moans and grunts.

Finally the three guards made their way to Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri. The officers knelt down and admired the view. They slowly change their gloves and snapped them, then they started rubbing the girls ass cheeks, right next to their assholes and pussies without touching them. They rubbed up and down, around the hole, tracing the outline of their formerly private parts. Kelsey opened her eyes and saw the shiny shoes and the dark uniform of the Officer behind her. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as she felt gloved fingers plunge into her pussy and tried not to make a sound. Crystal and Bri were penetrated, a loud whine, escaping each of their mouths.

The three girls had not yet learned to control their arousal and calm their bodies down during this procedure, and all three were girls wet from the officers who were two fingers deep in each of them, fingering them more than searching them.

"Oh wow, the new ones can't get enough of this! It's your first day doing labor, girls, calm down," one of the officers laughed.

The officers pulled out of their pussies and easily slid two fingers in each of their assholes with their slick gloved fingers, despite the new inmates involuntary attempt to clench their assholes. The three officers looked at each other and then slowly pulled their fingers out of the girls. They took a step back and admired the 12 set of ass cheeks; a dozen girls holding their ankles, spreading her legs wide, many with wet pussies. The inmates remained bent over as the officers slowly walked behind them and took another long look at their pussies and assholes, some of which were puckering, some of the women's legs shaking from holding the position too long.

The first row of women were looking straight ahead at the asses of the second row as they scrambled into position, legs wide hands behind their necks. The officers ordered all of the women to put their jumpsuits back on. The inmates hurridly slipped on their jumpsuits and their slip on shoes. The officers then ordered all inmates to "face, right and move in tight!"

The inmates in each line shuffled, closing the gaps of space between them, smelling the hair of tbe woman in front of them, their tits pressed into their back hips and pussy mounds pressed into the ass in front, feeling the girl behind them, move in.

The doors of the search room were unlocked and buzzed open, and the women were ordered to march, one row then the other. The women moved in an awkward fashion, trying not to keep any space between them. There was no reason for this, no security, just because the officers can.

The women were marched past several other female officers who paid them no mind. They just watched them as they marched through another set of doors to the outside; the bus to the field awaiting them. It was early and the sky was still dark.

The girls stood in close awaiting the order to board. The bus door was opened and the three officers who just cavity searched these women yelled at them and ordered them to get on the bus. Two officers were inside the bus with a shotgun at port arms.

The inmates filed in back to front, Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri sitting near the front seats. The door was closed, and the two female officers stared at the inmates with a stern look on their faces.

"Keep your asses in the seats! No talking! Hands to your sides! Face forward!" an officer yelled.

The driver then turned the key; the bus moved forward, on its way to the field. The three new girls didn't know what to expect. All the women on the bus stared straight ahead, a look of dejection on each of their faces.

The bus ride to the labor field was about 30 minutes. It wasn't very scenic, but at least it wasn't chain-link fences and dreary walls, not that the inmates were allowed to really look out the window.

The bus arrived at the field, and the women were hearded off into the two lines at close intervals. The sun had finally risen. Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri were the last off the bus and last to their line. Out of the corner of their eyes they saw a couple dozen shovels in a pile, a concrete pad with an overhang, a cleaning area with several hoses, and farm-like fields as far as I could see, all bordered by a forest. They really were in the middle of nowhere, as they had traveled on a back road to get here. Soon the two officers and the driver from the bus and the three officers from this morning's cavity search, who followed in a prison van, stood in front of the two rows of inmates.

The lead Officer from this morning spoke.

"Inmates, listen. We will be digging trenches and clearing weeds. By 'we' I mean you. Just think, many of you will be here long enough to see some of those saplings way out in the far field grow to their full potential. It's the circle of life. So you have that to look forward to.... New fish.... Just follow these experienced inmates. Lunch in six hours."

Several inmates moved towards the shovels, and the rest followed. The same women walked into the field, and began digging dirt out of a trench along the road. All the inmates followed, soon all two dozen women were digging in the earth.

Kelsey was digging next to a pretty red head with curly hair, in her late 20s. She noticed her prisoner number was 136. The officers were off in the distance, observing the inmates, but they could get away with low volume conversation.

"Is this a normal day?" Kelsey asked 136.

"Unfortunately, yes. Every morning, those damn lesbian guards take pleasure in stripping us naked and fingering us. That happens a lot around here. We don't always dig the dirt though. We may move tbe dirt, pick up rocks, pull weeds, clear brush, anything they want. They find something for us to do. It really sucks. I've been here for a year and a half. I have at least 8 1/2 to go."

"We each got 35-to-life," Kelsey said as she almost started to cry.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything about my time. Some girls got it bad. I got it bad, but not as bad as others. I'm Jill."

"I'm Kelsey, that's Crystal and Bri.... What happens after lunch, Jill?"

"Well, we eat our shitty box lunch. They give us about 20 minutes, under that overhang there. Then we work for another few hours until it's time to be rinsed off. It's basically constant work while we're out here."

"Rinsed off?" Kelsey asked.

"Uh yeah. You'll see" Jill said, her voice, trailing off.

The women dug the trench, clearing out the relatively small area There were a couple miles of trenches on the property. There was endless work here for years. It was sweaty labor, something these cheerleaders were not used to. All the women were sweating in their jumpsuits in the sun, while the officers sat under a canopy, most playing on their phones or talking among each other, keeping a glancing eye at the inmates.

Suddenly, one of the guards blew a whistle.

"Lunch!"

The inmates set their shovels in a neat row, the new girls following suit. The inmates formed up into the same two rows as earlier, each woman besides the first smelling the sweaty women in front of them, feeling their damp jumpsuit press against their skin.

The inmates were close marched under the overhsng. There they were given a box lunch and told to eat silently. The 20 minutes flew by, they refuse was gathered and the inmates lined up tits to back, pussy to to ass.

The women were marched back and told to resume work. Most picked up their shoves. Four inmates, experienced in the women's labor division, gathered wheelbarrows to haul the dirt away. This minimal task took a few hours as there was quite a bit of dirt, and the distance to the dirt pile was rather far.

"My hands hurt, and I'm so tired," cried Bri. " I need to use the bathroom."

"Me too. I have to pee" said Crystal.

" I need to go too, said Kelsey. "Jill, what do we do?"

"I'll go with you. I should've mentioned it earlier. I'll summon an Officer."

"Oh thank you," the girls whispered in unison.

Jill set her shovel down and walked the few dozen yards towards the officers. She raise her hands in the air as she walked. When she got about 20 yards away she stopped. She kept her has raised and her legs spread, a security procedure, the officers made the inmates do when making this request in the field.

"Officers, inmate 136 requests relief, ma'am. Inmates 195, 196, and 197 also request relief ma'am," Jill said loudly.

"Hell, let's let the new girl take the new girls," an officer laughed, the others joining in. "Hey new girl, you have potty duty," she laughed.

The young officer rolled her eyes and laughed along while getting up from her chair. She wasn't much older than the new girls, which bothered a lot of young inmates, like a peer was ruining them. She enjoyed humiliating the women older than her too, ordering them around, and humiliating them, a girl, with no life experience, telling these women, some of them former professionals, what to do.

"136, turn around, go back, and let 195, 196, 197 know the procedure," the young Officer said. "Hurry up."

136 jogged back to the three inmates. She told them the full procedure.

" OK, I guess you need to learn this now. You see that building over there? That's where we have to go. We have to march with our hands up. When we get there, we each have to strip, naked and lineup close. She will take us one at a time into the stall door. There's just a hole in the ground. We have to squat over the hole and do our business while she watches us. Some of the officers, but it's do it in private. But this one is pretty mean."

"Wait," Crystal said. " What if we have to, you know..."

"You just have to get used to it. This place is hell, I know. It quicker you get used to it. The better," said jill, trying to reassure them.

Jill continued. "Put your legs on the side of the hole squat down. Hands out forward and look forward. Do your business and go. When you are done, you keep your hands up and walk over to the wall. We're one of the drains are and put your hands in the wall leg. Spread over the drain and wait for the rest of us to finish. Remember, keep your hands up at all times."

The three girls lined up behind Jill. They put their hands up in tbe air and begin marching towards the large restroom complex about 80 yards away, the young Officer on their right. When they got to the entrance, the Officer told them to stand behind the yellow line on the floor. The line was several feet away from four drains and showerheads on the wall in front of them. To their right was a small partition where they would have to relieve themselves.

"OK, strip out... shoes, and jumpsuits behind you. Get naked and in to Position 1," she said firmly.

The women removed their jumpsuits and shoes, and assumed the position, legs spread wide, hands behind their neck, hands clasped. The new girls caught a glimpse of Jill, her slightly freckled white skin, shoulder, length, curly, red hair, perky tits, bare pussy a cute, tight little ass.

The young Officer entered the partition.

136, move!"

Jill put her hands back up, turned to her right and, with her eyes downcast in shame, she walked into the partition. She moved her feet on either side of the hole in the ground, bout her hands out in front of her, squatting halfway down facing the Officer.

The three girls outside of the partition remain in their position, but they caught a glance. They could see Jill's upper body, down to her tits; they could see her feet over the hole. When she squatted down, they could almost see her ass cheeks.

Jill took a breath and said "Inmate requests 1."

The Officer nodded and Jill began to pee, the sound echoing in the building. She closed her eyes.

"Keep those eyes open, 136."

Jill opened her eyes, staring through the Officer as she finished. Jill raised her hands up moved out of the partition, and went to the far drain, placing her feet astride wide and leaning forward, putting her hands against the wall, exposing her asshole and pussy to the three new girls. Jill hung her head in shame as her hair fell down on her chest. She sighed loudly, thinking of the many years remaining on her sentence.

"Next inmate!" the officer yelled.

Kelsey moved, trying to remember what Jill told her. She straddled the hole, looked forward at the Officer, who was staring at her.

"I don't have all fucking day. Put your hands out in front of you squat down halfway and go. If you need to take a shit you let me know. You say 'inmate requests 1 to piss, 2 to shit, or 1 and 2 for both, you got it?"

"Yes ma'am," Kelsey said nervously. Inmate requests 1 and...... 1 and 2."

"Good, go! Hands out in front squat, halfway down and go!" she firmly told Kelsey.

Kelsey was mortified. No one had ever seen her do anything like this. I had always been done in a place of privacy like a normal person. Here she felt like an animal. As she began to pee, her lip quivered. Soon the feeling took over. She felt the pressure on her hole and she did her business in front of the Officer. Never had she felt so degraded.

"That wasn't so hard, was it 195? This place isn't so bad," the Officer said with a sarcastic smile. "To the wall."

Kelsey quickly walked out of the partition, keeping her eyes on the floor. She knew everyone in the room heard her. She put her hands on the wall, spread her feet over the drain and began to cry.

"Next!" the officer yelled.

Crystal moved into the stall, got into position, made her requests with both numbers and tried to block everything out of her mind. She stared at the buttons on the officers shirt, not looking at any eye, but finding something to focus as she did the most private thing in front of a total stranger, someone who would be controlling her, possibly for the rest of her life. Crystal finished and took her position on the wall like Jill and Kelsey, her face blank.

Bri followed the other girl's lead. She took her hands her position over the hole.

"Inmate requests 1 and 2," she said softly.

" I didn't hear you 197!"

"Inmate requests 1 and 2!" said Bri, a tear running down each cheek.

"Very well, go, make it quick!" said the Officer.

Bri squatted halfway down and heard the sound of her stream hitting the mess in the hole below. When she finished peeing she stood over the hole, unable to move. Bri felt the tears fall onto her breast as she looked at the Officer with her eyes wide open, almost asking for help.

"Let's go, college girl. Push! It's not that hard!"

Bri took a moment, she bore down and finally went, breaking down as she did.

"Are you done? Get your ass to the wall!"

Bri was a crying mess when she took her position on the wall. All four inmates stared, straight ahead, hands level with their head on the wall spacing forward, staring at the tiles, their legs spread wide, their asses sticking out, holes exposed to the Officer.

The office Officer reached for the coiled hose in the corner. She picked up the spray gun, turn the water on and walked behind the inmates, squeezing the trigger spraying the ground momentarily.

"Keep those legs open and look forward," she said as she directed the spray towards Jill's anus and vagina. She sprayed Jill down for about a minute, up and down along her slit. Jill stood there, defiantly, trying to ignore the chill of the water and pressure on her sensitive pussy

The Officer then moved on to Kelsey and sprayed the jet of water directly on to her asshole. Kelsey instinctively tried to grip the wall but she could only slide her fingers on the tile. She closed her eyes as she felt the water directly on her asshole, like it was trying to get inside her. She then felt a slight sting in a slight arousal as water rushed up and down her pussy lips.

The Officer then sprayed Crystal, who let out a loud gasp as the water jetted on the the ring of her tight little asshole. She tried to clinch her cheeks together but her legs were too wide apart. She felt the Officer quickly moving the spray up and down along her slit, almost playing with her.

Finally, Bri had her turn. She continued crying silently as she could as the spray hit her most private hole. The Officer lingered on there for a while, knowing how embarrassed the poor girl was. She then aimed a jet of water to Bri's pussy, moving up and down her exposed lips as she did with Crystal before.

Seemingly having had enough fun, the young Officer then told the inmates to get dressed. There would be no towels given. The four inmates put their sweaty jumpsuits back on, their crotch and their legs wet.. Without a word, the Officer marched them back to their work detail, hands up the whole way. She had only observed inmates relieve themselves in front of her a couple times before. Something about making the brand new inmates do it made her pussy warm.

Jill wasn't quite numb to this procedure, but she had to accept it. The three new girls were in absolute shock. They could barely assist with the work being done when they got back to their positions along the trench as the humiliation was so deep. Never had they done something so personal in front of someone so callous.

One of the officers blew a whistle. The inmates stopped working and one by one laid there shovels in a neat pile, the three girls following their example. The inmates lined up into two rows as before, a dozen apiece. They were marched at close interval to the concrete pad a short distance away. There were several hoses on the pad, but the officers only used three of them.

The inmates were lined up each row next to each other, 24 bodies in one straight line. They took their positions behind the yellow line on the pad. Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri didn't know what to expect.

An officer yelled "Inmates strip. Leave your shoes near your left foot and throw your jumpsuits over the line. They will be collected and you will receive a new one."

The inmates quickly followed instructions. Soon there were two dozen naked women behind the line, hands behind their heads, legs wide, the side of their foot touching the inmate's foot next to them. The soft teasing of touch that the guards love to impose. The officers started the cleaning process by calling the first three inmates on the far end of the line forward.

"Position 5, down, move!" they were ordered.

The three inmates moved into position without a word. They each straddled a drain near their assigned Officer, hands flat on the floor, knees on the floor thighs spread wide, exposing their pussy and asshole to the Officer washing their body and to the inmates behind them. Their heads bowed towards the ground, their hair hanging over their faces; these three brunettes.

The officers then sprayed them down getting their back, legs, and ass wet. Three other officers moved in, latex gloves on their hands.

These officers squirted gel soap into their hands, lathered it, and rubbed the skin of the inmate waiting on all fours in front of them, from their backs down to their ass cheeks, behind their legs along their hamstrings feet and calves. They then soaked up the inmates' anuses and vaginas, sliding a finger in and out of their pussies and their assholes, ostensibly to ensure they were clean, but also getting there kicks out of it as well.. The inmate was sprayed off by the Officer with the hose.

"Position 5, up, move!"

The three inmates moved from the hands and knees positioned onto their backs, their ass cheeks on the ground above the drain. They each reached down and gripped their legs from the back just above the knees, their fingers wrapping all the way around tothe inside of their thighs. They then pulled their knees to their chest and pulled their knees out wide, holding the vulgar position. Their heads were off the ground, their chins were raised towards the air, their gaze to the sky.

The three inmates were holding their legs wide open, exposing their puckering holes and slits to the waiting inmates in line. The officers sprayed them down getting them wet, spring from their face to their tits down to their feet and then onto their holes. The officers with the soap moved in and covered each girl, roughly cleaning her face, her neck tits and abdomen, and the front of their legs down to their feet. The officers then rubbed up and down each girl's pussy, soaping the inside, curling their fingers up to quickly tease their G spot and pulled out. Then they rubbed their thumbs on the rings of the inmates' assholes and then plunged their middle fingers in quickly getting soap inside. The inmates were then sprayed down rinsing off the soap; extra attention was paid between their legs. The three inmates stoically braved this procedure. At least they were clean, they thought.

Kelsey, Crystal and Bri watched the next six groups of inmates present themselves for cleaning, like livestock at an auction.

Jill was in the last group before Kelsey, Crystal, and Bri. Kelsey stood with her hands behind her head and her legs spread wide, her left foot pressed against Crystal's right. She was minutes away from being completely humiliated, again again, but she couldn't take her eyes off of Jill. Kelsey stared at her tight, white little ass and her beautiful asshole on top of that gorgeous pink slit, and a cute little space right in between. She felt the twinge in her pussy as the water was sprayed at Jill's body and then the soap lathered over her. Kelsey watched Jill's involuntary movements as the Officer soaped her pussy and slid her finger into Jill's pussy and asshole. She watched that finger go in and out, wishing it was her fingers. She'd never wanted a woman, but the loneliness and stress of this prison put her mind in a trap.

Kelsey felt herself getting wet as Jill was ordered to turn over on her back. Kelsey stared transfixed as Jill pulled her legs open, revealing her soft, beautiful lips above her tight pink asshole, which was puckering from the cold water and exposure. Jill turned her head slightly and locked eyes with Kelsey. The Officer began soaping Jill's front, running her hand over jill's hard nipples around her tits and down her torso to her hips. She soaped up the inside and front of Jill's thighs, down to her feet and rubbed the soap into Jill's tight little pussy. Jill moaned as she looked into Kelsey's eyes. Jill's then glanced down at the officers gloved hand fingering her. The Officer knew Jill was close and she kept teasing the inmate.

"136, do you want a sexual misconduct on your file again?" the Officer rhetorically asked, her fingers sliding up and down Jill, flicking her clit and plunging back in.

" No ma'am.... ughhh. No ma'am, I apologize," Jill uttered, a whimpering hum in her voice.

The Officer stroked her pussy a couple more times; Jill was on the edge, her anus pulsating, her hands gripping her legs as tight as she could, holding herself open, humiliated at the invasion, but wanting and needing the release. Before 136 could climax, the Officer slid her finger quickly out of Jill's pussy and rudely shoved it right into her asshole, the soap helping it slide in.

Jill grunted, frustrated, as the Officer slid her finger in and out of her asshole several times. Jill could come this way, but it would take longer, and the orgasm was no longer possible at this point. Jill closed her eyes and grated her teeth as the Officer teased her tight anus, feeling Jill grip her fingers, then she pulled out and ordered Jill back in line, the three inmates on the ground joining the others in line dripping off.

Kelsey wished she could have mounted Jill on the ground. She would press her naked body up against Jill's naked body naked in front of everybody if she could, but now it was simply her turn to be washed like a dog in front of the officers and inmates.

195, 196 and 197 approached their assigned spots and dropped to the ground, knees out wide their hands flat on the ground, heads down. They felt the water hit their parts then the officers sliding soap on them, rubbing their bodies. As with the other inmates, the new girls were, of course turned on. The Officer soaping Kelsey knew she was likely close to orgasm in a similar manner to Jill. Kelsey nearly came while she was on her knees face down. She had liked doggy style with her boyfriend. She loved to feel his stiff cock slide into her from behind. She knew her boyfriend was looking at her asshole as he fucked her and she loved it. Sometimes he would tease it with light touch then firm pressure; sometimes he would slip a finger in. Kelsey loved feeling full with a cock in her pussy and a finger or two in her ass from her boyfriend behind her. She loved feeling that finger go inside her asshole; the pressure, anticipation, the taboo nature of her desire. She loved it all. She was pretty quick to cum from that position. But now, the only thing filling her was the fingers of an Officer who loved to tease. The Officer pulled out of her pussy and slid them into her asshole. Kelsey wanted it. She wanted to cum from this, she breathed heavy and gripped the Officer's fingers with her tight asshole. In her desire she pushed back on the Officer's fingers. Kelsey hoped the Officer didn't notice. But the officer definitely noticed, and she kept her fingers in her asshole as she swatted Kelsey's left ass cheek.

"No, no, no 195. Not today.! You're not gonna fuck yourself on my fingers today!" she yelled.

The officers on the inmate cleaning detail laughed at Kelsey's expense. The three officers pulled out of the three inmates and ordered them back in line. While on the ground, Kelsey was too much in her own mind to have heard Crystal and Bri moan with pleasure and grunt with humiliation as they were played with next to her. None the three girls were able to get off, in fact, none of the inmates did.

And that was the way the guards liked it. They wanted to keep their charges horny. It made them wet to be in charge of all these women, make them expose their most private parts at any time, touch them in those parts, and deny them the deep human need to get off. Ordering a beautiful former college cheerleader spread her ass... making a former young board room girlboss executive bend over and hold her ankles, watching her asshole pucker.... making a former high school teacher pull herself open on her back, spreading her legs and opening her world to their gaze and touch.... They loved their rights over these women. It was erotic power.....

After the inmates were in line, naked and in Position 1, they were ordered to dress in the new jumpsuits that had been placed behind them, the numbers on the jumpsuits corresponding to the inmates' numbers. The last six inmates were pretty wet when they dressed, but the officers didn't care. They just wanted to feed them and lock them in their cages.

The inmates quickly dressed and were ordered to lineup close interval again. Kelsey moved forward and pushed her pussy up against Jill's ass as much as she could. She felt Crystal do the same to her, followed by Bri. Are there girls in line did the same, need to feel something that they could at least control a little bit. The state could cage their bodies, but it could not cage their young passions.

As they were marched to the bus, Kelsey really pushed into Jill and Jill pushed right back into her. Jill then took her right hand and, without the officers, noticing, slid it behind her ass and grazed Kelsey's pussy with her middle finger. She slid it up and down a few times and then put her hand back to her side so she wouldn't be caught. Kelsey could feel that soft touch and she breathed heavy. Oh God how she wanted touch that didn't involve an officer's rubber gloves. How she wanted to lay with Jill, taking turns with their face between each other's legs. But she could do nothing but stand in line and grind her mound in between Jill's flexing cheeks. The residual water was not the only thing that made the orange jumpsuits damp between their legs.

Inmates were loaded on the bus in the same order as before. They were told to look forward. There would be no talking. It was the routine. A routine most of these women could never truly get used to or truly fully accept in their hearts....

But the officers didn't care about that. These were convicts sent here to be punished. It was not their problem if a woman was guilty or innocent. It was nearly time for shift change, just a half hour ride away.

It was a regular Wednesday for them. They would go home to their boyfriends or their girlfriends and get off. Maybe have a drink relax and go to bed. But it was another day of denial, and humiliation for the women wearing orange. The bus roared down the road. Two dozen young minds, wondering what could've been with their lives, staring blankly to the seat in front of them. It was time for another cavity search, then a tasteless dinner, and then rest for Thursday's day of labor.