Imprisoned by Science (Equintaur Tf Forced Futa Tf)
Story by Yeania Aeon
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Written by myself and Syntaxerror37
Imprisoned by ScienceBy Yeania Aeon and syntaxerror37Art by Nosch
The prison bus made its way down a long empty road. They had turned off the highway thirty minutes ago. This ânew prototype prisonâ was built isolated away from the rest of civilization. Not that it really mattered for Ash Jackson. The prison might as well be on the moon; she wouldnât be leaving itâs walls while she still had a pulse.
Ash sighed. She thought she would get away with snuffing out the life of her good for nothing husband. She would have lived nicely off of his life insurance money, far more than Ash would have gotten in a divorce. She still had her looks, Blond hair, bright hazel eyes, enough curves to show off while keeping a slim figure. No doubt she could have found a new man after a bit of morning for show. She was so close to pulling it off.
Ash had started spreading rumors that Karl was involved with some shady characters and she was scared of violence coming their way. She had used her great-grandfatherâs unregistered war trophy gun, and disposed of it in the river. Ash burned her blood stained clothes with the trash in the burn barrel. It was a perfect plan and would have worked, if it wasnât for the damned neighbors new surveillance cameras.
Facing the death sentence, Ash plead guilty. Her lawyer told her it would be a long sentence but it was better than lethal injection. He seemed just as surprised as she was when the sentence was handed down; Life sentence with no chance for parole. Ash was given a choice where to spend the rest of her life. She could return to the state correctional facility she was already being held in, or could volunteer to go to a new prison, some kind of experimental prototype. Given what she had already experienced in her current âhomeâ Ash agreed without even bothering to consult her lawyer.
The bus turned onto a freshly paved side road. She saw the large sign reading, âWoodford Correctional Facilityâ, and sighed. Ash noticed that the road to the prison was flanked by a large horse farm. It looked quite modern in its appearance, just like the prison complex up ahead on the road. The farm had to work with the prison in some fashion, given as the inmates in their bright orange jumpsuits could be seen at the farm.
The bus approached the gates and soon was through the double set of heavy doors. Inside the walls the prison looked a bit off. Ash was aware it was recently constructed but it felt off, not like a place that would house inmates of her caliber. From what she had learned on her three hour trip to Woodford was that a couple people on the bus were in for murder, one was even on death row. It was also strange to her that she was the only woman, but a guard explained the facility was co-ed as part of the experiment. But it felt wrong, and it wasnât just because there were male inmates. And there was a faint smell that she just couldnât place.
The bus stopped in the main yard and the guards unloaded the prisoners. Ash was sent to room seven in the administration hall to be checked in along with the other four inmates. She was surprised when they ordered them to strip down to their underwear. The men were just as put off, but the stern voice of the guard convinced them it wasn't a joke. Ash tossed her tan coveralls into a basket along with her shoes and socks. They did provide them with slippers so at least they were not barefoot on the concrete floor. Standing there almost naked made her feel smaller than she was. Besides, even if she was a completely average 168 centimeters, surrounded by the other male inmates she felt absolutely tiny.
"Because you have all been transferred, you need to sign off on the movement of your personal effects." The guard said as he pushed a clipboard at Ash, "ladies first."
One of the men chuckled as she took the clipboard and attached pen. She looked at the small print of the form, but she wasn't in much of a mood to read the legalese. Besides, not like she was ever getting her stuff back.
"I don't have all day, Jackson!" The guard barked at her
"Ok, ok! sheesh, no need to pop a vein."
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