Prison Transfer

As they drive along a stretch of rural road, Joe brought the van to a stop on the roadside. "Lou, why don't you take care of her now - maybe it'll stop her fussin' for a while!"

Lou came around the van and opened the rear entrance door. He was holding the large cup she had emptied. "Come here," he commanded her. "Stay inside the door, and squat - spread your knees as far as you can. And you'd better be neat, or we'll just forget all about it." With that, he placed the cup under her pubic slit, holding it just a couple of inches from her body. "You can let out as much as the cup will hold, but keep it tidy - I don't want any mess!"

"With you holding it?" she asked quizzically. "You can't hold it, can you?" he answered. She had to agree. She tried to relax her clenched pelvic muscles to release her bladder. To her dismay, they wouldn't work. She couldn't let go. She tried pushing, relaxing, nothing happened. Lou got tired of waiting. "Thought you were yelling you had to go so bad. Looks like you don't need to go at all. Well, either do it, or give up." Marcie was sweating profusely. The pain in her bladder was severe, but she couldn't relax enough. Maybe it was because Lou was looking directly at her genitals, and occasionally taking in the rest of her exposed nakedness. Maybe it was because the internal pressure was so great it took time to relax. Marcie continued to plead. "Please - just give me a minute. It's so full, and I've been holding so long, it's hard to relax enough to let it start - please, just a little patience with me!" In a moment she was rewarded. Lou commented, somewhat wryly, "Well, look at that! She really does have some pee in her! I was beginning to think you were just faking it!" At first a few drops left her, falling into the cup. Quickly this became a thin stream, then a strong one. Marcie relaxed a bit, feeling a touch of blessed relief. It was short-lived.

"OK, that's it. Stop it - now! That's all you get for now!" She clenched hard to stop the flow, finding it even more painful to stop than it had been to hold. Somehow she managed.

Lou withdrew a cup brimming with foamy yellow urine. He inspected it briefly, then dumped it on the ground. He again locked the door, and returned to the front seat of the van. They started up.

Marcie was only slightly relieved. She was still very uncomfortable with the distention of her bladder, but it was not quite as bad as before. She wished there had been some way to wipe herself, as she could feel the wetness of urine clinging to her genitals and pubic hair, but she was glad for any form of relief. She was afraid to complain, for fear that they would deny her another opportunity.

After a few minutes, she dared to ask, "Will you give me another chance to use the cup? I really still need to go badly! Please?"

Joe replied. "Marcie, we gave you a good chance. We threw out that cup - you smelled it up too bad for us to keep it inside. But you be a good girl, and in an hour or so we'll see if we can find a place to take you for a doggy walk."

Marcie knew argument was fruitless. She sat, squirming a bit, trying to hold on. She figured that the cup she had let out was probably a pint, and she was trying to imagine how much had been in her. The relief had been far from complete, and she had been compelled to drink a pint of soda to get it. Her bladder was still uncomfortably distended, and the aching pain was beginning to come back.

She closed her eyes, fidgeting with her bound hands, anything to distract herself from her internal distress. Nothing really worked. Oh, how she just wanted to get it over!

Suddenly she felt the van come to a stop. Her eyes opened. They were on a narrow, unpaved side road that appeared to have branched off the highway. There was nothing around but trees and bushes. Lou turned to her, "Ready for a doggy walk?" he inquired.

Eager for relief, but a bit suspicious, Marcie answered softly, "You bet! Can I get out?"

"Right here, and right now - but you only get a few minutes, so you better take care of your problem now - it's the last chance you'll get on this trip!"

The two guards opened the back door. She was instructed to turn around, presenting her back to them. They reached for her hands. Marcie hoped they were going to take off the handcuffs. She quickly found she was wrong. One of the men had a length of rope, which he quickly tied to her cuffed hands. Once this was secure, she was allowed to step down from the van.

Gingerly, she stood on the rocky road in her bare feet. The rocks were sharp, and they hurt when she put her weight on them. The two men positioned themselves on each side of her, one holding each arm. Joe fastened the opposite end of the rope to his belt, thus insuring that she could move only a few feet from them.

They walked her around to the front of the van, then a few feet down the road. "Think you can pee here?" Lou asked her. She nodded, adding an emphatic "Yes! Anywhere will do!" She started to squat. Lou pulled her up.

"You stay standing. I want no funny stuff. Just spread your legs and let go while we hold you. If you can't do it that way, you go back in the van! OK - now do it!"

She tried to obey. She spread her legs, standing erect. Joe moved away from her by the length of the rope, standing where he could watch her from the front. "Do you have to watch me?" she asked. "Do you just want to go back in the van?" Joe replied.

She found it a bit easier to release this time. She felt herself blushing as her urine started to pour from her, Joe watching with interest from in front of her, Lou bending over to watch as her held her arm from the side.

Oh, the wonderful feeling of relief, she thought. Here she was, standing nude on an isolated road, cuffed and linked a rope, urinating while standing up with two men watching. She couldn't imagine such a situation before. It was horribly humiliating, but maybe just a little arousing.

The stream poured and poured. Joe seemed irritated. "Hurry it up, or we'll just make you shut it off and go back in the van" he addressed her, rather roughly. She pushed, trying to make the strong stream even stronger. It seemed it was going as hard as she could make it, falling between and just a bit in front of her legs. A big puddle was accumulating. Her feet were standing in it, and she felt the warm water all over them. She was spraying all over her legs, and could feel the wetness on her thighs. The stream seemed like it would never stop, but her bladder ache had ceased. Gradually the stream slowed and then stopped. Joe said one word, "Through?" She nodded.

They led her back to the van, admonishing her to wipe her wet feet on the grass at the edge of the road. She climbed in, feeling a bit relaxed for the first time since the ride began. They untied her rope leash, and she sat on the bench again. The van started up.

Now that her bladder problem was relieved, her attention focused on her nudity. While the men gave her occasional glances, she was more concerned with those outside who continue to glance and then stare when they realized a naked woman was inside. While she had little escape, as she could only change her position to escape the gazes, she felt the stares as though they were physical intrusions, and was always glad when the van moved away from them. At times there were cars which tried to keep pace with the van, so as to keep its passenger in view, but they were never able to do so for long. She was thankful that the van had no rear window, for that would have encouraged pursuers.

At length they reached their destination, the new Women's Correctional Unit; and they stopped at the gate. Immediately two guards approached the van, looking inside. An exclamation escaped them, as they saw Marcie. "Look at this! Our new inmate, and she's bare naked! When did they start bringing them in like this?"

An exchange between the guards bringing her and the ones at the gate ensued. The van proceeded through two gates and into a courtyard area. Word of Marcie's condition had evidently preceded her arrival, as a fair sized group of guards and staff had assembled in the courtyard. The rear door was opened, and Marcie was led out. She was made to stand outside, waiting, while paperwork was shuffled among the guards and prison officials. The others standing by, a mix of men and women, had their eyes fixed firmly on the naked prisoner standing before them. It was indeed a show to which they had not been previously treated.

Marcie was made to stand and wait for over half an hour, before being ushered into a room inside. She was sure the process had been prolonged to assure that everyone present got a good view of her. Inside, she was made to stand before a desk while further details were handled. No one offered her any form of cover.

At long last, a guard took her into another room and spoke to her. "I'm supposed to strip search you, but in this case it looks like that would be superfluous. Let's get you some clothes". She took Marcie into another area, where she was handed a prison uniform.

Her ordeal was over, for now. She reflected on her experience. At least, she was probably the first arrival who didn't have to be strip searched!