"I told you to say Sir," he snapped.
"I didn't!" she sobbed.
"That's what they all say," he grinned.
Half an hour later they were at the county farm. Amy could see little of it, just a big blur, but tall fences surrounded the acres of fields. Men worked almost naked in the fields, guarded by a few men with shotguns. They drove through the main gate and up to a long, low concrete building that had bars on the windows.
He stopped and got out, then came back and pulled her out of the rear.
"Now you better act polite," he snapped. "These people in here don't take kindly to disobedience. It'd be a real shame if they had to whip that nice round ass of yours and leave scars on it, now wouldn't it!"
"But I didn't doooo anything!" she moaned.
"Keep complaining and you're gonna be beaten bloody," he said, shaking his head.
He led her in and they went down a concrete hall and stopped at a counter. A huge black woman got up and came to the counter.
"Got a prisoner here for the female section," he said.
The black woman gave Amy a contemptuous look, then took out a big pen and began to write.
"Name!"
"Amy Henderson."
"That's not my name!" Amy cried.
He jerked back hard on her hair and she cried out in pain.
"She's been trying to deny it for weeks. Judge didn't believe her, neither did the jury," he smiled. "Finger prints match up just fine. She's too stupid to know about fingerprints, though."
"Age!"
"Eighteen."
He tugged sharply on her hair to keep her from saying anything more.
"Next of kin!"
"None."
"Crimes."
"Here's the sheet, prostitution, arson, child abuse, drug trafficking. Sentence is twenty years."
Amy moaned and whimpered softly.
"Okay, you can go."
"Bye, bye, baby," Paul said, reaching under her short skirt and squeezing her bare ass.
"Dolores," the black woman said.
A tall, muscular white woman came forward and took Amy by the arm, jerking her down the hall.
"I didn't do anythiiiiiing," Amy sobbed.
"Aw, shut the fuck up," Dolores snapped, smacking the back of her head.
Amy only sobbed louder.
The woman dragged her into a large room and pushed her away. Amy stumbled and then caught herself, hugging herself tightly as she wept.
"Get that off," Dolores said.
"Wha… wha… what!" Amy whimpered.
"Take off your clothes," Dolores glowered.
"Wh… why!"
"Because I said so, slut!"
Amy cowered in fear, then reached down and hesitantly lifted up the short hem of the blue dress thing, peeling the tight fabric up her body and then off over her shoulders. She held it uncertainly for a moment before Dolores jerked it out of her hands.
"Get those shoes off," the woman growled.
Amy kicked off the plain shoes she had been given, then huddled there, trying to cover herself with her hands.
"Put your hands up above your head, and out," Dolores said, picking up some kind of spray container.
"Wha… what!"
"Put your hands up, slut!" Amy jerked her hands up high.
"Open then," Dolores glared.
Amy eased her arms apart, then stood there, red with embarrassment as the big woman pointed a small nozzle at her and sprayed a foul smelling substance all over her body. She ran the nozzle up between Amy's legs and prodded at her pussy lips, sniggering as the girl squeaked and jumped back.
She sprayed over her rounded ass cheeks, then up and down her back and even into her hair.
"Okay, whore, now get into one of the showers and shower off," Dolores said.
Amy scurried over to the line of shower nozzles as two more women came into the room. She turned the water on and turned her back to the three guards, trying to pretend they didn't exist. She was completely confused, to the point of being in shock. She didn't understand how this had happened to her, or why.
She let the warm water pour down over her head and body, then reached for the soap and began running the slick bar up and down her chest between her breasts.