A commission for Schneeba

The prison bus jostled as it drove down the poorly unkempt road towards Dolcett County Jail. Professor Charlotte Meyers readjusted her glasses back to the bridge of her nose. Her entire sophomore university feminist theory class was dressed in prison issue orange jumpsuits and restraints behind her. The judge had sentenced them all to be ‘repurposed’, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Beside her, Roslyn, her TA was fidgeting nervously. She’d been apprehensive about breaking the new laws, teaching lessons that didn’t reflect the new mandated curriculum. Charlotte had assured her that nobody outside the class would ever know. Still, she’d been complicit in spreading immoral propaganda to her class alongside Charlotte.


At the time, she’d thought that it was so important to resist by raising a new generation of women who knew that they were worth more than the price of their meat by the pound, that they had rights beyond just being next Sunday's meatgirl roast. The new mandated lecture plan taught that a woman’s role was to be a subservient and obedient sex slave for her husband until he became bored with her, or her lottery number came up. That just rubbed Charlotte up the wrong way.

Charlotte had found that she couldn’t bring herself to adjust to the new worldview, and insisted on continuing her lectures as she’d always done previously, espousing the reasonable view that men and women were equal. It hadn’t helped when the all male SWAT team had burst into her classroom and arrested Charlotte and her entire class. How they had known that she was breaking the law was a mystery to her, but this cruel new justice had been served astoundingly quickly. Less than an hour after they’d been arrested, they’d been packed into a courtroom, where a judge had barely time to read the charges and listened to a recording of Charlotte’s lecture, before he immediately declared them all guilty, and the bailiff bundled them all onto a waiting prison bus. It had all been a whirlwind, but now there was an ominous silence that hung over her class as they were carried to their fate.

She looked back over the students she had made criminals.
First she saw Megan… a bit of a socialite brat. She was an influencer online, and was always the center of gossip. Then there was Katie, Megan’s inseparable friend… kind of a shy homeschooled kid that did well in class, but not with people. Charlotte never really understood why the two of them stuck together, they were like oil and water. There was Peggy; her father was a bigwig on the county board… always got everything she wanted - even straight Distinctions in all her university courses. (Which she definitely did not deserve, girl was dumb as a rock)
And Sandra; mother of three who entered as a mature age student Charlotte had had to push the board hard to even get her accepted into the university. It was just great seeing a woman choose to further herself after raising three children. Julia was a bit of an odd duck, who really wanted the credits to get a cushy government job, and needed to pass the new feminist theory unit for her politics course. She didn’t really trust her all that much… She was just a bit too in lockstep with Dolcett’s new rhetoric for Charlotte’s tastes. Finally there was Roxy. The Punk girl was a real go-getter on a scholarship. Bit of an anarchist streak in that one. Charlotte had to admire her for it. She wished she had half the fire in her to stand up for what she believed in so strongly.

Charlotte looked over at her young TA, Roslyn. She was a smart young woman that had held such potential… not that any of that had been a reason for hiring her. If she’d be honest with herself, Charlotte would have had to admit that she was no better than her lecherous male co-workers, and had originally hired Roslyn because she had pert round titties that subtly showed through her white blouse during her interview, legs for days, and gave a cute little butt wiggle as she’d left the room.
She hadn’t quite worked up the courage then to ask her out for afterwork drinks, and now probably never would.

Roslyn looked over at Charlotte with soulful eyes.
“We’re gonna be alright aren’t we?” She asked mournfully.
Charlotte thought carefully before answering. She couldn’t bring herself to lie, but she didn’t want to make Roslyn feel any worse that she already did. So she softened what she said.
“I don’t know Ros… things aren’t like they used to be anymore. The whole world’s gone mad.”
“Fuck… I heard rumors… bad rumors… prison guards brainwashing inmates to be whores… jailhouse barbeques… gang stuffings that kind of thing. I don’t want to be someone’s prison bitch.” Roslyn worried.
Charlotte blushed a little at the thought.
“I’ll… protect you…” Charlotte stated, unsure of how she’d actually guarantee that promise. Roslyn was silent in response, but her small warm hand crept into Charlotte’s own and she felt a hot flush in her cheeks.

The prison bus arrived at the Dolcett City Correctional Facility, and passed through imposing razor wire gilded fences to stop on a bare concrete car park in front of a brutalist piece of architecture surrounded by concrete and reinforced glass watchtowers.
“PRISONERS! Line up and disembark the bus in an orderly fashion.” Barked an officer armed with a military issue pump action shotgun.
“Any funny business from you feminist manifesto spewing trash, and I’ll smear the ground with the contents of your empty brains.” He racked the slide to make his point clear.
Charlotte meekly obeyed. She was smart enough to know that they were just itching for a chance to turn her into a gorey example to keep the others in line. She disembarked the bus slowly blinking as she stepped out into the bright sunlight.

There was a nearby wall marked with instructions in bold person high text.
PLACE YOUR HANDS FIRMLY AGAINST THE WALL AND SPREAD YOUR LEGS
A part of her recoiled from such indecent instructions., but she didn’t let it show on her face. There’d be a time for rebellion… this was not it.
Sure enough, the guards insisted at gunpoint that they obey the printed instruction.
“ Inmates, spread 'em… time to see what your momma’s gave you.”
Charlotte obeyed, pushing her palms against the wall, and gritting her teeth. Her legs spread wide as her shoulders, like a blushing bride on her wedding night. None of them were wearing underwear, as they hadn’t been assigned any, and The ill-fitting prison garb was too tight and her inseam rode up in between her pussy lips in a way that was awkwardly arousing. When they saw their professor doing what she was told meekly, the rest of her class fell into line and did the same.

Guards walked up quietly behind them and began to assess their bodies with their hands. Charlotte felt his hands cupping her bottocks through the thin orange material in a way that felt very inappropriate. Beside her, Roslyn made a very unladylike moan as her guard groped her pussy through her pants. Charlotte felt her own pants involuntarily moisten in response. Her own guard chuckled as he misidentified his own ministrations as the source of her sudden wetness. Seemingly emboldened, he gripped her uniform and tore it cleanly off her body in one movement, leaving Charlotte as naked as the day she was born. The uniforms must’ve been designed with this in mind, because it happened effortlessly.

One by one, Charlotte and all the girls in her class were treated like cattle… poked and prodded... inspected by men who behaved more like horse traders than members of law enforcement. They checked eyes, and teeth, squeezed breasts and limbs as if searching for imperfections. The university professor felt humiliated as she was forced back against the wall and her leg lifted high so he could properly assess her pussy. She tried to distract herself from the feeling of vile male fingers spreading her labia apart, by staring over at Roslyn’s perfect body getting appraised. It glistened with sweat. Her tongue pulled out made her look like she was performing cunnilingus to the air. Charlotte instantly imagined that face eating her out, probably as a way of mentally blocking out the guard’s fingers as they probed up inside her sopping vagina.
Entranced by her fantasy, Charlotte shuddered and clamped down on his fingers as she came over them.
“Man, I thought this one was gonna be a frigid bitch, but it turns out she’s just another horny slut.” He mocked her. Roslyn was still trying to hide what looked like an O face, but all Charlotte could feel was a wave of disappointment coming from her spunky TA
Charlotte felt like crawling in a hole and dying, she’d never felt so embarrassed.

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