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Subject: {ASSM} GagOrder (bd text)
Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 01:10:25 -0500
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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. 

Text by Felix Dartmouth
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felix.dartmouth@arch.com


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