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During the drive, the sun had started to rise and the inmates were being let out of their cells to spend time in the yard. Every time a van pulled up most of the inmates were drawn to the small corridor that the fences made to see who would be the 'fresh meat'. This time was no different. The van slowly pulled in and the back doors swung open. The inmates couldn't believe their eyes. There she stood, wearing only an ill fitting white slighly see through bra and a thin piece of raffled cloth that was doing his very best to keep her juicy butt inside. Officer Juggs was starting to panic, her shallow breaths made her tits involuntarily jiggle with every gasp. Which made the onlookers even more interested in the sight

"Did christmas come early?" "Are we being rewarded?" "I'm dreaming" all of the inmates shouted. The crowd kept growing and became more rowdy by the minute. All the while Jasmine was being escorted through the corridor being on display for all to see. The shouting and hollering of the inmates was quickly fading away as the doors of the wardens office closed behind her.

Once inside the guard notices what the officers brought in and immediatly started drooling. "Don't get your hopes up buddy, this guy thought he could fool us. Everything is fake, albeit very convincing" said the boss of the SWAT officers. The guard was slightly dissappointed but quickly believed the officers, mostly because his night shift was coming to an end and he wanted to get home quickly. The officers left Juggs in the care of the guards and took their leave. Not feeling like doing the paperword required for an interesting case like this the guard pushed her rough into a changing room and threw her the standard prison uniform. "Please, you've got it al wrong, I don't belong here" she pleaded. "Yeah yeah, they all say that, now take of your prosthetics and get dressed, or don't I don't really care". The door closed and the buxom beauty could hear a faint click on the other side. She was alone. Jasmine quickly tried putting on the uniform. Ofcourse it wouldn't even slightly fit around her gigantic jugs. But it was better than the seethrough rag she was wearing.

Dressed up and ready to beg for release again she knocked on the doors again. No response. Then an intercom sounded. "Well James, because of budget cuts you will have to find your own way to your cell from here. It's cell number 44 We'll check up on you tomorrow, it's only 5 days. Why are you making such a fuss?". And with that the intercom crackled shut and in the back of the dressing room the doors to the prison opened up...