Katie's Life Changes

Katie's Detention in Prison

Katie's Life Changes Part 13

In this story Katie ends up detained for no apparent reason.

This story is a continuation of Katie's life story following on from 'Katie Has Sex on Stage' but this story can be read without reading all of Katie's previous stories.

Katie is a young woman in her mid-twenties who lives with her boyfriend Alain in a separate apartment within her parent's house. Katie and Alain recently started working for her father Marc's business. For most of her life the very tall slim Katie who has a flat chest was afraid to show her body but that has all changed and has become an exhibitionist in recent months as well as losing her virginity to Alain. Her mother Diane was very strict about Katie's social life until she ran away from home naked prompting a reconciliation between them. More recently Katie had shaved her hair off to help a sick work colleague and currently has a bald head.

There are a number of references to my story 'Katie goes to a Nude Play' and the link below hopefully works

https://literotica.com/s/katie-goes-to-a-nude-play

This is a fictional story where all characters are fictional and are over 18 years of age. It is set in a fictional city in Western Europe. The names, dialogue, incidents and plot are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

Comments are very much appreciated.

When Alain and I got back from our time making love on stage during the concert we had spent a few days doing very little just chilling and a lot of love making. We felt fully refreshed as we got back to work. We had told nobody about what we were doing for the previous week other than taking a week off to recharge our batteries. Luckily our week off coincided with a midterm break at college so we had missed nothing. I had got fed up shaving my head so I started to let my hair regrow but was unsure what style I wanted but that would not matter for a few weeks anyway. The project we were working on at work was progressing and we were looking for some components for the new control system that would be used. The most important part being the electronic control unit that could be programed to do what we wanted. The ones currently used by the company did not have the capacity to do what was needed in the new systems. Alain and I had tracked down a small number of possible units. We needed to know more about these and Dad advised us to go and see them in action and visit the factories where they were made if possible. One of these which looked the most promising on paper would involve a major overseas trip to a country where our company currently sourced parts for existing systems. We first evaluated the units closer to home giving us a very good idea of what was available.

Alain and I were due to fly there on the last weekend in November returning about a week later as we were planning on visiting two existing suppliers while there along with about two days off for the two of us. We got our visas explaining exactly what our trip was about. Dad had done many similar trips over the years but there were new warnings about phones and laptops being searched for data so we bought some old phones wiped them and reloaded with the minimum we needed which was about twenty numbers and left a small number of simple messages on them as to appear like they were in use before travel. We also arranged a lawyer in case needed with the help of one of our existing suppliers who our company had used for many years. We were due to fly out a little after midday on the last Saturday in November arriving due to time differences three hours later despite twelve hours of flying.

I had gone to see Andrea before her double mastectomy operation and said I would see her after her operation when I got back from my trip overseas. I really felt for her and what she was going through it had been a tough few months for her.

Once on board the plane and the flight had begun. We were sitting in one of the emergency exit rows giving us more leg room I was beside the door with Alain in the middle seat and another man beside him. We decided to try and have a nap after we ate lunch. We had a blanket over us and I held hands with Alain under it for a little while. I was half lying facing him when we let go of each other and I ran my hand over his pants and could feel his penis through them. I began to massage it with my hand outside his trousers. His penis began to respond to my touch and Alain looked at me as if to say are you mad girl but I love it. He was hard by this stage and he slipped his hand inside his waistband to adjust his hard member. I loved our little tease and went back for more once he took his hand away. I found the tip with one finger and I ran my finger along the slit at the tip. It felt daring and sexy as I did so and Alain appeared to be enjoying it. I slid my hand inside his waist band and found his hard penis. I loved feeling the tip running my finger along the slit. His penis felt so strong and as his veins bulged out of it.

He ran a hand over my crotch opened the zipper of my jeans and slipped inside my G-string. He teased my clit as he ran his finger along it. It felt really good with people all around us as I teased his penis. We had to stop as the stewards came around offering drinks. I really liked our little clandestine touching but we had to stop for a while.

"Alain, how do you think my hair looks now after three weeks since I last shaved?"

"At the moment it looks like many a man's hair cut but by Christmas I think it will look a lot better at the speed it's growing. You should have enough hair to style it a little."

"Are you being diplomatic by what you are saying and not telling it does not look nice?"

"No what I am saying is it will look a lot better in a few weeks at the moment it looks like a long buzz cut. Once it gets a bit more growth, it will look like some of those tight feminine haircuts I have seen some women with and I find some of those very attractive as their face is still dominant. With really long hair it's the hair that can dominate and with your hair short your beautiful face is much more visible. A pony tail also allows tour face to dominate and I always liked how you looked in a ponytail."

"Is my face really that pretty?"

"Yes you have a very pretty face and you don't need make up to enhance it. I love it au natural."

"Alain I love you."

Our lips met in a nice long passionate kiss. I do love that man.

When we arrived at our destination we collected our baggage and headed for customs. Once there our bags were checked and all seemed good but we were stopped and our visas and passports were checked. I was brought aside to a small room and separated from Alain. I immediately grew anxious as I had heard some stories of people being detained by immigration for very small reasons. After an hour waiting I was becoming very anxious when finally a female officer came in to talk to me. I was told there was something wrong with my visa and that I was going to be detained and no more. I had to leave all my luggage phone, passport, the shoes I was wearing literally everything except the clothes I was wearing with her in a labelled bag.

I was brought to a small concrete cell with a steel door. There was only a bench with a matt on it and strange looking toilet sink unit in there and it stank of sort of disinfectant like smell. I was tired as my body clock was telling me it was about one am in the morning where as local time was between four and five. I was very afraid of what was going to happen to me and was very anxious. Sometime later an officer I had not seen before came while I was snoozing on the bench and woke me. I had no idea what time it was. She handed me some orange clothes with white underwear and told me to take off all my own clothes including underwear and put on the clothes she handed me. I asked her what was happening to me and could I make a phone call to home or contact my embassy and what were my rights. She said she knew nothing and was only following orders. She left me locked in saying she would be back shortly to collect my clothes. I changed into the poor fitting clothes which consisted of a pair of off white underwear probably from being used a lot, a white T-shirt, a sports style bra and an orange jumpsuit. I abandoned the bra pretty quickly as it felt uncomfortable and I didn't need it. There was also a pair of socks and orange plastic clog like shoes. The underwear were too big resulting in them falling down as was the shirt but it was not an issue. The jump suit was very big and baggy on me although the length was okay. She came and I asked for better fitting clothes and said that's all they gave her. She labelled my bag of clothes and took them away.

I felt terrible as I realised I was stuck in a small cell not knowing why I had been detained with nothing to do except look at the four walls. I felt I was going to be held for some time as they had taken all my clothes and given me these horrible clothes. I felt like crying as my situation felt hopeless. I heard some noise outside and a hatch below the window in the door was opened. A plastic tray was pushed through the hatch.

"Here's your dinner." I heard from a male voice.

I looked into the tray and there was a sandwich, a small carton of milk and a banana that had turned half black. I was not particularly hungry but I ate the sandwich and drank the milk. A short time later the man returned looking for the tray back. I placed it in the hatch and he took it. He then shoved a bag through the hatch. I opened it and found a toothbrush, a small tube of tooth paste, a small bar of soap, a wash cloth and a small towel. That told me I was going to be staying the night. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I took off the shoes and lay on the matt covering myself with the blanket left on the matt. It was cold in the cell so I made the best of what I had to keep me warm.

I was tired but couldn't sleep as all sorts of thoughts went through my head. I worried about Alain not knowing what happened to him. I assumed he was in a similar situation. I was worried about how long I was going to be stuck in this situation and what they were going to do to me. Would I be treated with dignity although from my initial experience that seemed unlikely? How was I going to be able to get out? How could I make contact with my family to tell them where I was? It seemed hopeless from where I was lying. I didn't even know why I was detained. Dad had helped us to fill out the visa applications as he had done similar trips many times before. The Embassy staff told us everything was correct and in order so what was wrong, I had no idea. I spent what was hours churning all those worries through my head and it was no good to me in the here and now. In fact it was making me feel worse.

I must have fallen asleep as there was someone at the steel door. It was morning and breakfast was being shoved through the hatch. I got up and ate the basic breakfast as I was hungry. I left the tray back in the hatch while I tried to wash after using the toilet. When finished I sat back on the bench and wrapped myself in the blanket to keep myself warm. I was very anxious and worried as I sat with nothing to do except worry.

Sometime later I had no idea how long an officer came to the door. He gave me one of those temporary paper like coveralls that I had seen used for visiting factories and the like. He told me to take off all my existing clothes including underwear and put on the one piece orange coverall. When he returned he ordered me to turn my back to it and put my hands through the hatch as he had opened it. When I did so, I felt the cold steel of hand cuffs being clamped around my wrist. He opened the door and ordered me to stand legs slightly apart. I was becoming very frightened as I had no idea what was going to happen to me.

"Why have I been hand cuffed?"

"I have been ordered to cuff you as you are going to be moved." He said as he put metal shackles around my ankles.

"Where am I going and can I see a lawyer."

"I am only doing what I am told I know nothing else."

He locked a chain around my waist and chained my hand cuffs to it. He took me by the upper arm and guided me along a corridor through a number of doorways to outside the building. We were in a small area surrounded by high fences and I was brought towards a van. The back door was opened and I had to climb in with my ankles shackled making it difficult. I looked in and saw five men all sitting in chains like me with the same orange coveralls. They were chained to the bench that they sat on. I was told to sit down and went to ask.

"Why am...?"

"Shut up now and do as you're told."

I wanted to know why I was being put in a van with five men but wasn't allowed to ask. I was terrified as I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I was told to sit down and I was chained and locked to the bench. The door was locked and the van set off on a journey that took some time. We must be going a long distance from the airport. With no talking allowed nobody said anything and there were two nasty looking officers sitting watching us. I exchanged glances with the men in the van who were looking at me curiously. I averted my eyes but there was nothing to see as the only windows were little slits high up near the roof. I was trying not to draw attention to myself but could feel the men looking at me.

Were they thinking I was a man, girl or maybe trans or something. I found my mind beginning to wander off into fantasy land dreaming about being chained up naked with those men fucking me. My thoughts were turning me on. What it would be like for one to pump my vagina while another took my rear entrance and another in my mouth. All three orifices filled with men's meat pumping into me. Could I take it?

I was shivering in fear as the van came to a halt. I was chained to a man sitting beside me and the chains to the benched detached. After a few minutes we were all chained together and detached from the bench. We were ordered to stand up in a stern voice by one of the officers. The door was opened and we were ordered to get out. We had to carefully descend the steps to the ground in a line and were told to walk in through a steel door way into a high intimidating looking building.

We were brought into a corridor all chained together though a few doors that had to be unlocked for us to pass though. Into a room we went and told to stand alongside one wall. There were about six male officers in there. Over our heads were shower heads and opposite us were a number of tables with a plastic bag on one of them with a box on one of them. One by one we were released from the chains and had to stand feet apart with our hands behind our heads once the chains came off. The man at the opposite end of the line was ordered to strip off all his coverall and hand it to one on the officers. He had a nice attractive body that was shaking in fear. I was terrified as my turn would surely come and I was the only woman in there with about eleven men. The men were all told to strip out of their orange coveralls in turn.

Once the first man was naked an officer stared examining his body giving him orders like opening his mouth, showing his underarms. He had to lift his penis and then his balls so he was hiding nothing behind them when that was finished he had to bend over and an officer put a gloved finger into his butt hole searching. I was terrified of what would happen to me as the procedure happened to the next man as well.

I was shaking in fear as my turn came and I was ordered to strip. I went to speak but could hardly open my mouth when I was told aggressively to shut up and strip. I had no choice I was going to have to take off my coverall in front of all these men. I took off my plastic shoes shaking. The atmosphere was very intimidating in there and my fingers trembled as I opened the studs on the coverall. I could barely get them open I was so frightened. I let the coverall fall to the floor. Everyone was looking at me in silence eyes fixed on my hair free crotch as I stood back up. It was strangely arousing and terrifying at the same time. An age seemed to pass before a senior officer spoke.

"Woman pull up your coverall and put your shoes back on."

I pulled it up and I slipped on the shoes. The senior officer brought me back out the way I came in and he asked me to stand in the corridor while he put a pair of hand cuffs on me with my arms in front of me. I was not going to go anywhere as I was in a men's prison and was trembling with fear.

"Who are you and how did you end up with these men?"

"I am Katie Johansson and I was ordered all the way here from the airport. I was not allowed speak even though I knew I must be going to the wrong place Sir."

"Okay I am going to get a female officer to talk to you and we have to work out how to get you to where you should be."

He spoke on his radio but I couldn't hear the conversation.

A short while later a female sergeant appeared.

"I am Sargent Williams and I am going to be looking after you for the next while. Come with me we are going to intake."

She brought me through a few locked doors to intake. In there she had me fingerprinted, photographed, I had to give my full name and address and finally I was asked about my medical history and was I on any medication. Once that was done she brought me to a cell. Another female officer joined us. I was feeling a little more relaxed as Sargent Williams had treated me respectfully while I knew she had a job to do.

"Miss Johansson we have to strip search you it is part of the standard entry procedure for everyone detained here do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"First take off all the clothes you are wearing and hand them to my colleague."

I took off my clothes knowing I had already done it only a short time ago in a much more intimidating situation but I was still worried about what was going to happen to me. I had to show her my head as my hair was quite short and then started to go through a procedure of than looking at me in all sorts of places. I was immediately reminded of 'Karla' in the play Alain and I went to a few months ago. I was doing the exact same things she did on stage. I was a little relieved when I was not cavity searched like the men were but had to bend over and cough. I still found it all very humiliating and degrading even though I had displayed my butt only a few weeks ago on stage. This felt completely different as I was no longer in control of what was happening to me. While I was naked she walked around me looking at my body noting any physical details like the birth mark on my shoulder. She did a lot of tapping on her tablet as she did so. I felt terrible when it was all over it was all so humiliating.

"You now have to go to the shower which is close by, cover yourself with this towel."

I wrapped myself in the towel and I was guided to the shower past two cells one of which appeared to be occupied. I wondered what the occupant would do if he realised there an almost naked woman passing his door. The second officer stayed at the door while I showered and handed me some strange smelling shampoo ordering me to use it. I was not given much time in the shower. When I finished drying she handed me a fresh set of clothes. All the clothes I was given appeared to have been used. She gave me three pairs of men's underwear that fitted a lot better than the last panties I was given, a white T-shirt, socks and plastic clog like shoes. I was also given a stud closing jacket and men's sweat pants that had orange and white stripes on them. The jacket had prison inmate written on the back of it in big black letters just to make sure I knew my place.