old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
My first attempt at a complete story. It comes in short parts, cat willing. Hope it's OK.
1.
"Is your hymen still intact?"
Not a question I expected from the Magistrate on a careless driving charge.
"N......N.....No, your honour"
"Good, then Judith Ann Roberts, having pleaded guilty, I sentence you to 48 hours public humiliation and pain, to be carried out as allowed under the Enhanced Alternative Punishment Act 2021, as soon as a device of punishment becomes available".
The two black-uniformed court guards took my arms, swiveled me round, and propelled me down the steps immediately behind the dock into the basement of the court where the holding cells were. The matronly woman guard gave me a strong plastic box with a sensor pad on the lid "Put all your clothes, jewelry, hair things in there, shut the lid, press down firmly with your right thumb on the sensor. Your possessions will be safe, your thumb needed to unlock it. Failure to co-operate and obey is an offence under the Prisoner Enhanced Discipline Act 2019, liable to result in an extended sentence of penal servitude."
The guards left, the door hissing shut with a very solid-sounding clunk heralding the profound silence. I looked around my new home. A narrow shelf-like bed, made of some tough, vaguely soft plastic. A metal toilet with metal lid. I lift the lid, no water inside. Instructions on the wall. 'After using toilet, close lid, place hand over sensor, toilet will flush. Lid remains locked until all water pumped away'. What do they think I'm going to do with the water in the toilet, wash in it, drink it? The truth about my status starts to emerge, they control everything.
'Penal servitude' she said, modern day slavery, your sentence determined not by time but by effort, all those back-breaking jobs no-one now wants to do, a modern day chain gang without the chains, controlled by shock collars and implanted chips.
I kick my shoes off and put them in the box. She said co-operate. My lawyer said co-operate. They want me naked. I expect they'll give me a uniform.
(tbc)
1.
"Is your hymen still intact?"
Not a question I expected from the Magistrate on a careless driving charge.
"N......N.....No, your honour"
"Good, then Judith Ann Roberts, having pleaded guilty, I sentence you to 48 hours public humiliation and pain, to be carried out as allowed under the Enhanced Alternative Punishment Act 2021, as soon as a device of punishment becomes available".
The two black-uniformed court guards took my arms, swiveled me round, and propelled me down the steps immediately behind the dock into the basement of the court where the holding cells were. The matronly woman guard gave me a strong plastic box with a sensor pad on the lid "Put all your clothes, jewelry, hair things in there, shut the lid, press down firmly with your right thumb on the sensor. Your possessions will be safe, your thumb needed to unlock it. Failure to co-operate and obey is an offence under the Prisoner Enhanced Discipline Act 2019, liable to result in an extended sentence of penal servitude."
The guards left, the door hissing shut with a very solid-sounding clunk heralding the profound silence. I looked around my new home. A narrow shelf-like bed, made of some tough, vaguely soft plastic. A metal toilet with metal lid. I lift the lid, no water inside. Instructions on the wall. 'After using toilet, close lid, place hand over sensor, toilet will flush. Lid remains locked until all water pumped away'. What do they think I'm going to do with the water in the toilet, wash in it, drink it? The truth about my status starts to emerge, they control everything.
'Penal servitude' she said, modern day slavery, your sentence determined not by time but by effort, all those back-breaking jobs no-one now wants to do, a modern day chain gang without the chains, controlled by shock collars and implanted chips.
I kick my shoes off and put them in the box. She said co-operate. My lawyer said co-operate. They want me naked. I expect they'll give me a uniform.
(tbc)