Chapter 3

Melissa lay awake in her bed all day; she had been raped by the warden and then by her cellmates. She sobbed a little, but mostly felt sick.

The golden haired beauty was paralysed by fear of what would happen next. The remainder of the day was uneventful; she ate her dinner by herself, again feeling stares from all across the main room. Noone would speak to her; she actually couldn't wait for the next day so she could go to work.

Melissa was lying still for hours that night, simply unable to sleep. Finally, her body shut down and she napped for a couple hours. The next morning, she arose and showered and dressed for work. No harassment from cellmates or guards so far.

She was wearing her jeans and blue button top for work and she finally left for her shift that afternoon.

As she walked passed Sandy at the main desk, the guard smiled at her, but said nothing. This was almost as scary as when they threatened her, Melissa thought.

She went to work, and mentally escaped using her job to forget about her hellish living situation. At the end of her shift, she noticed she was running a little early and she decided to stop at her apartment to pick up a couple books.

Melissa quickly did this and resumed her commute back to WR facility. On the highway, a police car drove up behind her and flipped its' lights on.

"Oh shit!" she thought as she pulled over.

The uniformed officer approached her car.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could I see your license, registration and proof of insurance?"

Melissa got the necessary documents and handed them to the patrolman.

He walked back to his car to run her information. Minutes later, he returned.

"Miss Melissa, the computer says that you are currently in the work release program?"

She nods. "Yes, I'm on my way back from work right now."

"Well, that's what I figured, but one thing seems a bit off. You work down in Parkland, and it's a straight shot on Route 12 to the WR center. However, you are miles from Route 12. How come?"

Melissa stammered, but figured she better be honest. "Um, I... I stopped at my house to pick up these books."

The officer shook his head. "You DO understand that you are only to go from the facility to work and straight back, NO STOPS are permitted."

The brunette was frightened. "I know, I'm sorry... I just wanted to get-"

"Those books, you already said that" as the policeman finished her sentence. He looked into the car and looked over Melissa.

"Well, we have a problem here. I was only going to give you a citation for speeding, however, if I were to do that the fact of where you were driving would come up. I think I am going to have to report you to the facility and the court will likely revoke your work release sentence and send you to jail." He lifts up his hat and looks at her right in the eye. "Unless... we could work something out??"

"Work something out? What do you mean?" asked the brown haired girl.

The officer smiled and opened her car door.

"Step out of the car, ma'am. And walk with me back to my cruiser."

Melissa had a pit forming in her stomach as she walked over to the police car. He opened the back door and motioned for her to get into the back seat. She complied.

"You should get on your knees, then get to work and we can forget all about this little stop, okay honey?" He says to her as he unzips his fly and pulls his hard dick out for Melissa to suck.

She is startled and hesitates, the patrolman is unhappy with this and snaps at her.

"Look, these are your choices, either get to work and you can go back to work release, or I write you up and you'll go to jail."

Slowly Melissa goes onto her knees on the back seat and opened her deep red lips and inserted his member into her mouth. She caressed his dick with her tongue and moved back and forth quickly in an attempt to get this over with.

Minutes later, he shot his load into her and she swallowed it up, with only a little drizzling down her chin.

"Ahhhhh! Okay, miss you can return to your vehicle, and have a nice day!" The satisfied policeman says as Melissa exits the back seat and strides to her car.

She spits a few times to try to get the taste out of her mouth, with little success.

Entering her car and turning the key, she sees the clock and is stunned by the time; she is already 5 minutes late and at least 10 minutes away from the facility!!

She is now terrified of what will happen to her as she drives to her "home" for four months.

Finally, she arrives at the center and walks to the entrance. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door. She tries to walk by the desk to sign in, but her tardiness does not go unnoticed.

"Well, well it's about time Melissa." Sandy says to her. "You are over 15 minutes late, why were you not on time?"

Melissa paused a minute and got an idea, that was quickly shot down.

"And we contacted your work and were told you actually got off early tonight, so don't bother using work as an excuse. So, I ask again, why are you tardy in returning?"

The golden haired girl sighs and says that she was pulled over on the way for speeding.

"Oh, well that actually is a reasonable excuse." Says Sandy "Show me the ticket and I'll document the lateness as excused."

Melissa got a lump in her throat. "I... uh... I didn't get a ticket. He just gave me a warning."

Sandy looks at her pessimistically. "Well, I at least need the name of the officer who stopped you."

Stammering now, "I didn't get his name, I was just driving on Route 55 and-"

The guard's eyes widened "Route 55, you say? On your card here it says you are to go directly to work via Route 12. Route 55 is miles off your route. You wouldn't be making an illicit stop at your home now would you?"

Melissa's face reddened and she nodded her head.

Sandy's face grew serious. "Go sign in while I write this up this infraction." She says sternly.

The brunette slowly walked to the main counter and signed in at the desk. She was in trouble, and she knew it. She looked at Sandy and saw the guard speaking on the phone. She then waved for Melissa to return to the front.

"Well, missy I spoke with the warden and he has decided to deal with this infraction tomorrow, so go to bed now, and meet the warden and I here at 9am."

Melissa nodded and went to her pod to sleep, if that was possible. She was very nervous as she lay in her bed, wondering what would happen in the morning.

The next day, she woke up, and put on her jean shorts and a white top and went to the front desk at 9am. The warden and Sandy were waiting for her and the motioned her to the back room. A chill ran up her spine as she had been to that room twice and was raped both times. As she stood in front of the warden's desk, Sandy stood beside her and stroked her golden brown hair.

The warden spoke to her and said that she would spend the day in the women's wing of the county jail. She would be returned to work release that night. This was a break, he explained, as she could have been remanded to county jail for the rest of her sentence. She nodded and thanked him for giving her a break. Melissa was told to go back to detention until they called for her to be transported to county jail.

As she walked out of the room, she felt as if she heard snickering behind her. The brown haired inmate went to her pod and started reading a book. It wasn't long before a guard appeared in the doorway and called her name.

She rose from her bed and went with the guard to head to jail. Stopping by the desk, Sandy went over the rules again.

"You will be taken into custody at the county jail, they will take you to the women's wing. You will remain there until 7pm when a guard will escort you out and you will return to this facility. This is a big break, and there will not be any more, do you understand?"

Melissa nodded as she left with the guard and got into the transport van.

Now, the set-up at county jail is as follows: the first floor is the booking area, the holding cell, the interrogation rooms, and the entrance to court. The second floor is for misdemeanor male inmates for non-violent acts such as unpaid traffic offenses. The third floor was the women's wing, and was subdivided inside into felons and misdemeanors. The fourth floor was for the violent felons.