A Protesters Consequences

In a world where the government ruled with an iron fist they didn’t take lightly to rule breakers. Especially rule breakers who outwardly protested against government rule.

There had been hundreds in the streets. Wearing black, faces masked, wreaking havoc and speaking out against government oppression. Most had managed to disperse and get away. All but three.

Janie, Misty, and Stella stood silently avoiding eye contact with the guards that now stood greedily eyeing them. They had hit the jackpot really. Three young and attractive women caught at a public protest. Now about to be made an example of in public before being shipped off to whatever anonymous prison the government so chose for them.

No one had spoken to them once they were brought in. No one had read them their rights. There would be no lawyers or judges. The government was efficient with protestors that way. The only information about their fate had been given to them in the form of instructions by a brutal looking women in uniform. She hadn’t introduced herself. All she had done was throw three cardboard boxes in front of them and order them with one word.

“Strip.”

The three girls complied. Which is where they now stood. Naked as the day they were born. The auburn haired Janie in the lead, followed by the bleach blonde Misty, and finally the dark haired Stella. Their boxes of clothes gone, with no prison uniforms in there place. All that was left in the room with them was a desk and three male guards who looked them up and down.

Finally the gruff woman returned. She stared at each girl coldly in turn.

“It’s time for your processing.” She finally spoke as she pulled from the desk a box of latex gloves and plopped them on the table.