Message-ID: <40028asstr$1040623825@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@lani.pathlink.com> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews4 From: Felix Dartmouth <felix.dartmouth@archw.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1sac0vk46tqt0nihss4t0n884hp60ljj0j@4ax.com> Reply-To: felix.dartmouth@archw.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2002 15:17:26 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} GagOrder (bd text) Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 01:10:25 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40028> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Gag Order Janine sat nervously outside the DA's office. She had never seen her attorney, but had spoken to her on the phone once. She had been instructed to arrive at the offices at 9:00 and wait outside on the bench. It was 9:30 now, and her attorney had not shown up. The stakes were up and her heart was in her throat. The night in jail had been no fun, and appearing at the arraignment in handcuffs and leg irons was no picnic, either. She was comfortable with her side of the case, but she knew that assaulting a police officer was a serious charge. She had been specifically singled out by the cop, and she did not think that he could prove that she was speeding. Just because she slapped his hand away when he put his hand under her dress, he had spun her around, and handcuffed her. The whole thing had happened in rush hour traffic on the freeway feeder, so practically the whole city got a view of her in red heels, and a pretty business dress leaning over the hood of her Taurus with her wrists handcuffed behind her back. The cop made her stay that way for about 15 minutes while he waited for the female officer to arrive. That was the beginning of the worst night of her life. It included a ride downtown in handcuffs and leg irons, a strip search at the jail, and a night with some of the city's least desirable citizens in a cold stone holding cell. Her boyfriend did not sound exactly pleased that she had been arrested, but said that he would get her out the next morning. For the arraignment, she was handcuffed, and leg ironed, and chained by the waist to her cellmates, then marched for what seemed like a mile in the underground tunnels to the courthouse. The charges were read, and her boyfriend was there to bail her out. She went home and took a long, hot shower. She and her boyfriend did not talk much, but he said that she should get a good attorney, and he recommended Jan Davis, a local criminal attorney. In her phone conversation with the Jan Davis, she agreed to the attorney's retainer, and told her side of the story. "I know the judge," said her attorney confidently. "The charges are real serious, but I think that we can get you off with 1 year's probation, and maybe even deferred ajudication." "What is deferred ajudication?" asked Janine. "That's what we'll go for, as a plea-bargain. That means that if you stay out of the system for a certain number of years, the charge is just wiped from your record." "Do you think we can do that?" asked Janine. "That would be what I'm really after." "We'll have to talk to the DA, and see what we can work out." Well, there they were about to go into the DA's office. Ms. Davis had been specific that Janine was to wear a white ironed shirt, a black skirt, and black heels, and that her hair be carefully curled, and falling down around her shoulders. "The DA's a sucker for a pretty lady, and the conservative look will serve you well with him." Janine had gone a bit further and wore a white shirt with sheer sleeves, and a lace neckline, for an extra touch of feminine vulnerability. The conversation in the DA's office was not going well for Janine. The DA started out with 3 year's jail time, which drew an astonished gasp of breath from Janine. Ms. Davis began arguing for deferred ajudication, citing her client's complete lack of a criminal record. The DA then reiterated the serious nature of the charges, that an assault on a police officer was an assault on society itself, and that if they went to trial, he would go for the maximum sentence, which was 10 years in the state prison for women. Janine spoke up. "I can't believe this. This whole thing is just a misunderstanding. That police officer brutalized and humiliated me! I was never any threat to him." The DA seemed very angry that she had spoken up. "Jan, please restrain your client. You and I can have this discussion, but she is not to speak." Janine felt like she had been slapped in the face, having been so dismissed when her interests were at stake. "Now wait a minute! This whole deal is a set-up. That cop stuck his hand up my dress and all I did was slap it away! I did not assault him at all." Janine's attorney quickly put her hand on her arm. "As your attorney I advise you not to say anything else at this time." "Well, this is ridiculous. I am a law abiding citizen with a good job and am being mistreated!" A smile curled on the lips of the District Attorney. He spoke to Jan Davis. "Ms. Davis since you cannot control your client, the only way that I will continue these negotiations is if she is properly restrained." Jan rolled her eyes. She knew what was coming, but her client had walked right into his trap. The DA opened his drawer, and pulled out a set of shackles and a rubber ball with a leather strap running though it. "You will have to put those on, Janine," Ms. Davis said quietly. "I will not!" she shouted. "Ms. Davis, if you client cannot be suitably restrained, then this plea negotiation is at an end," stated the DA, and he picked up the shackles as if to put them back into his drawer. "No wait!" said Ms. Davis. She turned to Janine. "According to the law in this state, a policeman has the right to make a reasonable search. Any type of interference with that search is construed as assault. If you go into court, and tell the story you just told here, you are admitting guilt." Janine blanched, and swallowed hard. Her attorney was, in effect, telling her that the key to her own freedom was to don the metal links in front of her and to take the ball-gag and leather strap about her face. To drive the point home, her attorney said, "It really is to your advantage to continue the plea negotiation process." The DA heard her arguments to her client, and allowed the chains to fall back on his desk with a rattle. "Please proceed, Ms. Davis," he instructed. "I will have to place you in these shackles, now, Janine," she said. "Please stand up." Shaking, Janine stood. Her arms were folded under her breasts. Her sheer sleeves betrayed the nervous twitching of her forearms. Her short skirt fell a full four inches above her knees, and revealed muscular thighs. Her four-inch heels were no problem for her. She was used to wearing them, and knew she looked great in them. "Behind your back, please Janine," her attorney instructed. Janine did not want to let her arms move from the crossed position under her breasts. Her attorney touched her elbow through the sheer material of her blouse, and she placed her wrists behind her. Quickly, she was handcuffed behind her back, and the cuffs were double-locked. Next, the leg-irons were applied over the straps of her high-heel pumps, and a thin chain was taken from her wrist-cuffs down to her leg-irons, suspending the chain between the two shackles just above the floor. Janine turned to examine her bondage, and as she did so, the rubber ball appeared at her lips. Although loathing the taste of the rubber and the humiliation of the gag, she opened. At first, it seemed that the ball might be too big, but it popped behind her teeth decisively. The straps were taken under her curled brown hair, and buckled. She groaned and gnawed at her gag, and quickly found that she needed to just relax her jaw and allow her lips to form a natural ring about the rubber plug in her mouth. The DA supplied a small padlock, which, when applied, assured that it could not be removed without the key. "Allright," he said. "Now that the prisoner is secured, we can continue our negotiations, say at the Hyatt?" "Certainly," said Ms. Davis. She turned and winked at the terrified Janine, and whispered to her. "Don't worry." The DA picked up the phone. "Please send in a woman officer. I have a prisoner that needs to be detained here for the next several hours. Thank you." A woman guard entered, and took Janine's arm. The DA took out another set of restraints and a ball-gag, and put them into his briefcase. He took the arm of Jan Davis, and she leaned against him. Janine was ushered roughly from the room, stumbling awkwardly in her heels and irons. She spend the better part of the afternoon in a small holding cell in her shackles and ball-gag. After what had been over four hours, then woman how had taken her to the cell came and released her, telling her that she was free to go, and that she would be contacted by her attorney. When her attorney called, she informed Janine that the best she could do was 12 weeks of weekend jail time, beginning at 3:30 Friday afternoon and ending at 9:00 PM Sunday night. This was in deference to her job. It was stipulated that the Marshall was to pick her up at her place of employment place her in handcuffs and leg irons and take her to the City Jail where she would transported by prison bus to the State lockup, 2 hours away. There was to be no visitation or phone use during the weekend stays, and she would be kept in maximum security lockdown, which was no more that 2 hours per day out of her cell, and then only in wrist, waist and ankle shackles. She said that the DA wanted 1 year of state prison time, and that she though that the 12 weekends was a real deal. She had to throw in the maximum security status as a bone for him to come off the 1 year. Janine was strongly advised to accept the offer, because she could end up with 5 years if they went to trial. In tears, Janine accepted the offer. Tomorrow was Friday, and she would begin her sentence. 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