Chapter 1 - The First Seven Years Part One

The First Seven Years
Part One
By PlumpLilPet

When the heavy metal doors slid behind her Caitlin shuddered, the loud clang as the doors shut and the bolt automatically locked shut, barring her retreat with an echoing slam. She glanced behind her and stared at the stoic wall of cold metal. Caitlyn realized there was no going back. She turned to the proctor, Mister Davenport, who she had only met fifteen minutes earlier. He was adjusting his glasses as he perused her case, shifting the pages back and forth.
“All right, Miss Winters. The process has been explained to you in detail and you seem to have signed all the consent pages.”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
He lifted his glasses and scrutinized the last page for an instant before informing her, “I see you’ve been assigned to a Mister Dameon Wilson and his daughter, Stepphanie.”
“Wait, I don’t understand. Assigned?”
Mister Davenport peered at her over his glasses with great disdain. “Yeeess, assigned. You do know that you will be residing with Mister Wilson and his daughter for the duration of your sentence – in lieu of the prison sentence you originally were given. This was explained to you, it’s what you agreed to in exchange for imprisonment, yes?”
Caitlyn wringed her chubby hands until they were sore. “Well, yes. I was just – I mean, I was assigned? Why, exactly to this family?”
Davenport signed impatiently. “Because you fit the description of what they ordered three months ago,”
Three months ago, Caitlyn thought. Three months before she had entertained the idea of emptying out the cash box at work and smuggling out the six hundred and fifty thousand dollars she had clipped from the sales of her employer, Rachel Beyers’ fashion gallery. Caitlyn bit her lip as she recalled the snooty blonde’s dismissive cackle as she teased her. “At least I won’t have to worry about you making off with any of my designs, Caitie!”
Caitlyn could remember the exact moment when she decided to empty all the cash into her purse and abscond with the proceeds of Rachel’s crappy outlet sail. It was when Rachel had snarked to one of er seamstresses, “We’ll just keep Caitlyn in the back collecting payments. I don’t want any of our customers thinking that cow represents my signature line!”
Something had snapped inside Caitlyn’s head and she had started hatching a plan to make off with all the cash and sneak off in pretense of hitting the bathroom before the close of business. Only she had gotten caught before she could grab her meager possessions from her apartment and drive towards the Turnpike and skip town.
Who had she been kidding? She had nowhere to go and eventually she would have been caught. Now she stood at the Transfer and Detainment Center waiting for her assignment. She had readily agreed to the controversial discipline action rather than face a long sentence in a crowded prison.
The crowded prisons were the very reason that the new program had been installed. Caitlyn had never heard of it before her first day in court. She had been so relieved to learn there was an alternative to being imprisoned like a common thief. Instead, she would serve a rather complicated type of extended community service which she had readily agreed to.
So, you do understand that these are the conditions that you have consented to?” Mister Davenport had finished saying.
Caitlyn nodded. “Yes. Yes, Sir/”
“Therefore, you have been assigned to the Wilson family for a period of seven years.”
Caitlyn startled. “Seven years?”
Davenport again looked annoyed. “Seven years of your sentence.”
“Right.” Caitlyn murmured.
“The first seven years.” Davenport concluded as he checked off something on the pages he held.
An audible gasp escaped Caitlyn’s lips and Davenport dropped his hands to his sides in exasperation.
“Now see here, young lady! You are receiving a rather lenient sentence for what comes down to grand larceny. Now I have other things to attend to before this morning is over.” He petulantly put Caitlyn’s paperwork down on a nearby table and regarded her from head to toe.
“All right now, let’s get this matter finished. Please remove your clothing.”
“Wait, what?” Caitlyn’s hands fled to her slightly too tight floral dress. She had worn it special to impress her new employers or whoever she would be working with as she filled out her duties.
“You heard me! Take off your clothing! You were instructed to bathe carefully, wear no makeup or perfume and be prepared for inspection.”
Caitlyn stammered in confusion. “Uh, yeah, but – I mean, I – uh!” She hadn’t even used any product in her hair. Her strawberry blonde hair hung limply down to he shoulders.
Davenport reached out and tore the delicate cap sleeves off her shoulder and ripped open the front of dress scattered the pearl buttons that had tensely held the dress closed across her breasts. The full skirt slid down her ample into a puddle at her feet.
Caitlyn squealed with surprise. The cool air hit her vulnerable flesh and Davenport hooked two fingers under her bra strap, spinning her around so that her exposed back was to him.
She yelped as Davenport pulled the strap up tight and hacked through the material it a box cutter. Her left boob dropped to her waist as the little support it had vanished. He did the same to the other strap and pulled the flimsy undergarment from her body, leaving her heavy breast naked and dangling like slabs or meat. She stood there in nothing but the pink nylon underpants she had slipped into that morning after her shower.
“Oh, my God.” She said in a small voice as Davenport roughly turned her to face him, his cold fingers digging into the meat of her arm. It wasn’t that she had been warned this might happen, it was just that she had expected it to be more clinical; less personal.
Davenport pulled the waistband of her undies toward him and brandished the box cutter blade. She gasped as he traced the knife down the front of her panties and the bur of the blade as it easily sliced through the bright pin fabric sounded like a buzz saw to her. He then ripped the blade through the elastic band of each leg hole which had cut a deep indentation into her porky thighs. The cool breeze that blew over her moist pussy lips was startling.
Caitlyn’s corpulent boda was full exposed. She was grossly aware of how flabby and soft her flesh was as Davenport studied her body. He poked her belly once and said, “Yes, you fit exactly the description of the product Mister Winters ordered.
“I what?” Caitlyn asked in a breathy voice.
“The product.” Davenport said impatiently. You’re exactly the product they ordered. Now get down on your hands and knees.” He pointed to a large panel of heavy-duty cardboard that lay on the floor.
She stared blankly at the floor.
With the back of his hand Davenport swatted her protruding stomach. Now! On your hands and knees on the platform/
Caitlyn stumbled forward and dropped to her knees. She fell forward supporting herself with her hands, consciously aware that he buttocks giggled as she adjusted herself. She was panting, struggling to hold back the tears that threated to flow.
Davenport quickly pulled up more panels of cardboard and began to box Caitlyn in. She felt the box form around her, paddled her butt and closing up the space she occupied on the platform beneath her. When Davenport pulled up the panel that blocked her face and the light from her eyes she could feel panic racing through her mind. Another heavy panel was lowered above her broad back. She was completely enclosed in a cardboard coffin. She could see there was random air holes perforating the box, but she still feared she would suffocate.
The sides of the box thudded around her as Davenport strapped elastic bands across the panels to hold the case together. Something hard and metal slid beneath the bottom platform and the container slipped back, forcing Caitlyn to tip back, her buttocks resting on her heels. She could hear Davenport fasten a few bungee cords around her container, strapping to the hand truck that would convey her to the van that waited outside the unit which in turn would deliver her to her new family. She was the “product” they were expecting.
As she heard the moto of the van growl into life, Caitlyn softly began to weep.