Its not where, but who she wants to see.

"My area of focus sir," Ellie began as diplomatically as possible "is to compare life for women in Principalia to those in America. To do this, I'd like to see some of the women imprisoned here, maybe get an idea of what their days are like?"

The warden smiled politely. "Yes of course, in fact, we should be receiving some new admissions today." He reached for his radio, asking a few questions using terminology that was of no particular interest to Ellie. Finally, he turned to her. "Sounds like we've got one woman on a slavery deal today. One Amber Dean. Tax evasion. She's just clearing processing now. If we walk quickly, we should be able to see her enter the general population. " He gave Ellie a questioning look, she nodded her approval, and the pair got underway. As they left the conference room, they were joined by a pair of male guards.

"Given that you have women as prisoners here, do you have any female guards?" Ellie asked as they walked briskly

"A few, but not many. We're not concerned about a male to female guard ratio. When a woman signs a slavery deal, they're agreeing to be imprisoned with men. You don't really take issue with male guards."

At that moment, the group arrived at the end of the corridor, moving through a set of double doors, into the "yard" and back out into the midday sunshine. To Ellie, who was mostly inexperienced with prisons, things looked similar to what was expected. Men, wearing jumpsuits, working out or playing sports, under the watchful eyes of guards. "Where are all the women?" She asked.

"We only have a dozen or so women at this site. Most of them take their recreation time indoors." The warden replied. "Ms. Dean, however, will need to come through the yard to get to her cell. There she is now. " He pointed to the far side of the yard, where two guards were escorting a woman over.

Amber Dean was an older woman, in her mid 30s, but age had not yet dulled her beauty. She was tall with shoulder length blonde hair. She wore an orange jumpsuit, and sure enough, around her neck, a silver collar. It was hard to tell under the baggy jumpsuit, but Ellie could see the hint that Ms. Dean was a curvy woman. She looked nervous, but Ellie imagined that all inmates looked nervous entering general population for the first time. Furthermore, she reminded herself, Ms. Dean had chosen this punishment.

At this point, the guards had brought Ms. Dean around the perimeter of the fence and to the gate. It buzzed to let the group through the first of two fences, and when it did, all the activity in the yard ground to a halt. A dozen or so male prisoners turned to the door as Ms. Dean was shoved somewhat forcefully through it. As she recovered her balance, she too took stock of her new world, and for a moment, the whole prison was motionless.

The lull only lasted a moment as a small gang of men snapped out of their reverie and closed on the blonde. Two men grabbed her bodily by the arms and began to drag her into the centre of the yard. Her shoes came off in the struggle. She was brought into the centre of a group of inmates, and held in front of a large black man. He said something to her, Ellie couldn't hear, but whatever he said caused Amber to renew her futile attempts at escaping her captors with vigor.

The black man, apparently a leader of this particular group of inmates, reached for the zipper of Amber's jumpsuit. He began to pull, agonizingly slowly. Ellie's breath was caught in her throat as she realized what she was about to see.

The zipper continued its downward descent, past her heaving breasts. The jumpsuit began to open, revealing Amber's D-cups, encased in pink lace lingerie. Next, her toned body, and finally, a matching thong. His prize revealed, the leader ran his hands along Amber's toned abdomen, and underneath her panties. Clearly they had found their target, as Amber gasped at the intrusion, then let out a long, low moan.

It was like Amber's moan was a signal to the rest of the group. Suddenly they all closed on her, eager to get a piece of the action. Hands groped at her breasts and ass. Her jumpsuit was pulled from her shoulders, her bra and thong quickly followed. Amber was pushed to her knees, naked and swimming in a sea of cock.

Ellie watched this encounter with mixed emotions. She was terrified for the older woman, and wanted to help her. It wouldn't be hard to interfere, she would just have to jump over a short ledge, but she was reminded that it was a crime to intervene, and she didn't know what she would do about the 12 inmates once she got there.

Ellie also, although she'd never admit it, was finding herself increasingly turned on by the display. She could just watch, report, and enjoy the show. The thought excited her further.