After a tormented night spent naked on the stone floor, with my wrists handcuffed behind me and my mouth painfully gagged, i am happy to hear the jingle of keys from the corridor. Two male guards come in, removing my handcuffs and gag and taking me in a bathroom, washing my body, combing my hair, drying me up with a rough towel, and pinching my breasts a lot and fingering my pussy amidst big laughs. Then they bring some clothes. They are not mine. The skirt hardly covers anything of my thighs, the top leaves my breasts fairly uncovered, an unguarded move displaying my nipples. I don't get any lingerie. Neither shoes.
"We didn't find your sandals", one guard says, looking as one who prepares to sell them at an acceptable price. "But you won't miss them. In our country many people are walking around barefoot."
So my sensitive soles are suffering while i am taken to my trial. I have to stand. My "lawyer" claims only a mitigated punishment for me, considering my young age. He also tells that i may be tired and demands a chair for me. First i don't understand it, but i do when a low footstool is given to me. My skirt goes up and my crotch is displayed. I want to stand up but the guards press me down. Seeing that my position is hopeless, i plead guilty when i am asked, thinking that self-humiliation is my best policy. I am sentenced to ten years for drug smuggling and prostitution. That is, for using a light recreational drug and wearing a short skirt.
I am taken back to the prison. "The clothes aren't yours, slut", the guards say, stripping me naked and putting the handcuffs on again. I get lunch in a bowl, without releasing my hands. It is placed on the floor and one of the guards pisses in it, doing so with my water, too. It is disgusting but i am extremely hungry an thirsty, having had nothing to eat or drink yesterday. I go down on my knees and try to learn how to eat with my mouth only, lapping up water (and urine) with my tongue. I struggle with a strong prompting to vomit.
"Did you like your meal, slut?", the guard asks me, removing the empty vessels.
"Yes, Sir", i replay humbly. "Thank You, Sir. It was delicious."