The stentorian voice of the judge rang out across the small courtroom.

"Deena Audrey Wilson! You have been found guilty as charged on one count of driving while under the influence of alcohol, and another of reckless endangerment. You are to be released on bail into your parents custody, pending the sentencing hearing on Friday. The court is adjourned."

It wasn't a grand court drama, nobody was in the public gallery, there weren't any members of the press; but for Deena and her parents it felt like their world had just collapsed.

Deena sat between her lawyer and custody attendant, sniffing back the tears, while her guard fumbled with a bunch of keys to remove the shackles from her wrists and ankles. Her talented, but ultimately unsuccessful lawyer, touched her shoulder sympathetically. Once free of her chains she ran sobbing in the arms of her parents. She knew she had just two days of freedom before returning to the courtroom and an almost-certain prison sentence.

The republic of Great Britain in the year 2015 had changed radically from the increasingly distant days of the 20th century. The changes to British society were dramatic and far reaching, and well beyond the scope of Deena's little story. Prime Minister Blunkett's policy of 'joined-up government' had introduced many imaginative solutions to the country's problems, particularly in area of law and order. Deena Wilson, having just been convicted, would soon experience the full effect of her country's new laws.

-oOo-

The following morning Mr Adams, Deena's government appointed lawyer, visited her at home. They were a typical middle class family in a typical middle class neighbourhood. The Wilsons and Mr Adams sat in the lounge with Deena and her loving parents. Mrs Wilson poured the tea into fine china cups, while Mr Adams talked to their daughter and only child.

"Frankly, Deena, our options are very limited," he explained, grim-faced. "There is no appeal process in a case like yours. All we can do is plead with the court on the sentencing. You are looking at three months in prison. And don't forget that three months means exactly that... there's no probation after six weeks any more. But there are alternatives that I'd like to discuss with you...

"One avenue we should explore is the Community Service Program. It's not a soft option nowadays. You won't be serving old ladies a cup of tea, or helping in a children's playground for a couple of weeks, but I've found out about another scheme which you may qualify for. It sounds like it might suit a young woman like you."

Deena and her parents sat listening intently, desperate to know how Deena could avoid a term in prison. Mr Adams lifted his cup and saucer and took a sip of tea before continuing his explanation.

"Last night a teacher friend of mine told me about a new government initiative. It's designed to attract many more students into the technical and medical professions since the restrictions on immigrants took effect. One of those schemes is to make maths, engineering and science classes...more appealing." He almost said 'sexier' but thought better of it. "With your youthful looks I think you may have a chance at the model assistant role in the 'Human Biology Alive' lecture program."

He looked over at the shy 21 year old sitting attentively on the sofa. She was pretty girl, with lovely blue eyes and straight dark hair cut just above the shoulders, fixed casually into a short ponytail. Today she wore denim dungarees and baggy tee-shirt, which looked cute but didn't flatter her figure. He remembered her in court wearing a blouse and skirt, and knew she had a nice body and shapely breasts.

"Okay. What more do you know about it?" she asked her lawyer, sitting up straight, eager to find out more about this possible lifeline. She shook her head saying "I don't want to go to prison!"

Mr Adams flicked through some papers "I took down some notes as I spoke to my friend on the phone and typed them up for you. It's not a full explanation but it will give you the general idea." He handed a sheet of paper to Deena and another to her anxious parents.

They read the page carefully:

MODEL, HUMAN BIOLOGY

- The model will accompany a lecturer and a nurse presenting lectures in schools and colleges.

- The model will be naked while the lecturer uses her body to illustrate aspects of human anatomy.

- Medical equipment such as heart rate and blood pressure monitors, endoscopes will be demonstrated.

- The model will participate in question and answer sessions with the students as required.

- The lectures will be held in another county, a long distance from the family and friends of the model. This saves unnecessary embarrassment and publicity.

- The model will remain in the custody of the lecturer and nurse during the weekday period. Overnight stays in hotels will be required.

- The model will be returned to the custody of her parents at weekends - delivered home on Friday evenings and collected for the new week on Sunday evenings.

Deena nodded her head, mumbling aloud as she always did when reading. She read through the notes twice. Naked? She remembered when her art class had a nude woman sitting as a model. It didn't seem so bad, and was surely better than prison. Perhaps educational too! She left school at eighteen and had a boring office job up until the court case. The idea that she would be involved in higher education also had the approval of her loving parents.

"I'll do it!" Deena said decisively.

"I'll have to find out more about it, and can't promise anything yet. You're not a virgin are you?" her lawyer asked.

Deena paused, mortified to be asked such a question in front of her parents. "No, of course not!" she replied, looking him directly in the eyes, thus avoiding the gaze of her parents.

Her father spoke. "Very well Mr Adams, if this is the best deal you can get for our daughter, then please try." He conjured with the thought that his 'little girl' would be displaying her naked body just for a bunch of students. He hadn't seen his daughter naked since she was thirteen. She was always a pretty girl, now indeed a woman, but he had never entertained sexual thoughts towards his daughter. Now, his daughter's impending fate stirred some uncomfortable feelings within him.

Mr Adams packed away the papers in his briefcase and closed it firmly. "Then we are agreed. I meet with the sentencing committee tomorrow. I think they will require a naked photograph to prove your suitability for the job. Do you have such a photograph?"

Deena shook her head, almost apologetically.

Her father spoke up. "I have a digital camera. We can take some photographs this afternoon and email them to you. Would that be okay?"

"Yes of course. A few good digital pictures would help our case no end. I can quickly distribute them to the relevant parties. Make sure they are well-lit and take a few extras from different angles. You'll find my email address on my letterhead."

When Mr Adams departed, Deena and her parents sat quietly contemplating what they had to do.

Mr Wilson coughed nervously as he rose from the sofa. "I'll go and set up the equipment in the spare bedroom."

-oOo-

Later that evening Mr Adams noticed a large file waiting in his computer's in-box. It was the photo's from Mr Wilson as expected.

His gallery software displayed the Deena's naked body in a variety of poses. There were about thirty images to choose from.

The first few images were not good, they showed a shy young woman standing awkwardly, too aware of her nakedness. The later ones in the set were much better. She was smiling, as if someone had said something funny. Her poses were natural, not contrived for the camera. Mr Adams considered himself a connoisseur of such images having collected a great many of them. These pictures were excellent, and Deena was beautiful in her nakedness, even though the they were not deliberately sexual. He selected three images that best represented her 'assets'.

The first one showed Deena standing in a full frontal image. Da Vinci himself couldn't improve on the sweet purity of her pose. The second showed her on hands and knees with a playful smile Mr Adams had never seen before. He'd only ever seen her during the miserable times of the court case. The third was his favourite: A close-up of her upper-thighs and pussy, in the background her breasts and face showed just slightly out of focus. Quite artistic by Mr Wilson, he thought. A click of the mouse saved a copy to his Favorites folder.

Those images fresh in his mind, he finished the write-up of his pleading. With the aid of his eloquent words and Deena's images, he felt confident that he could present a strong case for her participation in the Human Biology Alive programme. Two days later they were back in the courtroom.

-oOo-

The familiar booming voice of the judge brought the court to attention. "Deena Audrey Wilson! On Tuesday 13th October 2015, within this courtroom, you were found guilty of driving under the influence of alcohol, and reckless endangerment. After considering the pleas of your lawyer, the sentencing committee has reached a decision." He paused and looked about the room. Court judges enjoy holding centre stage.

"You are sentenced to three months..." he paused again, pretending look for the next words on the document. "Three months community service in the Offenders Re-education Program. You will start with the Human Biology Alive! lecture team on Monday.

It was hardly a champagne-popping moment, nonetheless Deena and her parents were overjoyed. Mr Adams received a grateful kiss on the cheek from Deena and another from her mother. Mr Wilson vigorously shook his hand.

Before they removed Deena's chains she had to be fitted with a metal collar: an 'Offenders Tracking Collar'. It was an inch wide and made of a strong super-smooth alloy and looked quite attractive with its shiny platinum finish. The court security manager fastened it around Deena's neck. It closed with a precision engineered click, then it beeped softly as it transmitted its location. Two more beeps a few seconds later confirmed the collar had been registered with IOTS, the International Offender Tracking System.

"This is your O.T. collar." The security manager explained. "You'll wear it until the end of your sentence. It is water resistant and won't irritate your skin. It has a built-in transmitter so any attempt to abscond is futile. You will be tracked down and punished."

-oOo-

On Sunday afternoon at four o'clock the doorbell rung. Deena was waiting with her suitcase packed. Her mother answered the door and Deena could hear the muffled conversation from the entrance hall.

"Mrs. Wilson?"

"Yes."

"Is Deena here?"

"Yes. Come in. We've been expecting you. She's all packed and ready. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No thank you, Mrs Wilson. We really have to make a move as soon as possible."

Her mother brought two people into the living room. The man was tall, dark haired and quite good-looking. That was Deena's first impression. He was in his thirties, well-groomed, the epitome of casual/smart dress. The woman was younger, and dressed in an immaculate nurse's uniform. Mr Wilson's interest had certainly been piqued by the Nurse's prim and proper uniform with its tight waistband and short skirt. Mr and Mrs Wilson were greatly reassured that Deena was in the hands of such a fine looking couple!

"Hello Deena, I'm Jenny and this is Dr Mike Britten," the nurse said, gesturing towards the handsome man who was shaking hands with each member of the family. "Welcome to our team, Deena. I'm sure we're going to get on splendidly. Are you ready to go?"

Deena nodded.

"Great!", Jenny said cheerily. "Let's get you chained up and we'll be off then."

To Deena's dismay she found herself in the same regulation chains that she endured during her court case. Hands and feet chained and looped through a chain that passed around her belly. She accepted the bonds without complaint, having become quite used to them on the court appearances.

"You don't have to keep my daughter in chains do you?", the emotional Mrs Wilson asked. "Deena wouldn't run away, she just wants to serve her sentence."

"I'm sure your are right, Mrs Wilson, but it's the law." Jenny explained sympathetically.

Mrs Wilson nodded in resignation. The law is the law!

Deena's mum and dad kissed their little darling goodbye on the doorstep before she was led away to a smart new van. In their quiet suburban street they could sense the neighbours' curtains twitching.

"See you on Friday!", they called out to each other with an optimistic cheeriness overlaying their tear-filled eyes.

Deena sat in the middle of the van's three seats, between her new keepers. She was pleased to be considered 'part of the team'.

"Where are we going?" she asked both of them.

"Northumberland." Jenny replied, as Mike let the sat-nav guide them out of Deena's residential estate. "It's a very nice part of the country. Have you ever been there?"

"No, never." Deena replied.

"That's good." Nurse Jenny said quietly, almost to herself. They settled back in the seats for the long drive.

-oOo-

Most of the journey north was done in the motorway network's new 'auto-cruise' lanes. Auto-pilot equipped vehicles like the Doctor's van could be driven for hundreds of miles without the need to touch the steering wheel or pedals. Heading north on a Sunday evening the auto-cruise lane was averaging a respectable and safe 85 mph. Dr Britten loved gadgets and technology as Deena would soon discover.

During their long drive Jenny had talked passionately about her career as a nurse. 'The best job in the world' she described it on more than one occasion. Dressing as a nurse, particular in 2015 when short skirts were back in fashion, was clearly part of its appeal for her. If ever someone could help sell the attractions of a career in the medical profession it was the enthusiastic Nurse Jenny. Deena envied the nurse; she was attractive, self-confident and had a job she loved. 'I'm just a criminal', Deena thought in one of her more self-pitying moments.

Three hours of auto-cruising later, they stopped to refuel and have supper. Deena was dismayed to learn that they didn't intend to unchain her. "It simply wasn't permitted", Jenny said.

They took a 'table for three' in the Big Chef diner which was still busy at that time of night. All eyes were soon on Deena as they walked between the tables to an empty booth - one diner appeared to have frozen with a forkful of fries suspended halfway between her plate and her mouth. Deena was desperate to explain to somebody that she wasn't a dangerous criminal.

"Oh, don't mind them! You'll get used to people staring at you." Jenny reassured her. Once Deena was safely in the booth flanked by her two colleagues, Jenny unlocked her handcuffs.

They ordered similar meals from the grill menu. Mike had a bottle of beer, Jenny a cola, as she was driving the last stage. As an offender, Deena wasn't permitted to drink alcohol.

After the meal, Jenny reattached the handcuffs to Deena's wrists and they escorted her out of the restaurant. The sound of people whispering as she walked by would become very familiar over the next month.

It was after eleven o'clock when they arrived exhausted at their hotel.

"Two rooms in the name of Mike Britten, booked by HBA." Mike said to the receptionist while Jenny and Deena stood in the background.

The receptionist checked them in and then looked up at the handsome Dr Britten. "Would you like a morning call?"

"Yes please. Seven o'clock sharp for both rooms."

"And would you like your prisoner chained up in our secure cell?", the receptionist asked in the same helpful tone of voice.

Dr Britten smiled kindly at Deena before replying. "No thank you, she's only a category C offender. I'm sure she'll be no trouble in the bedroom."

He turned around with two keys in his hand and was already yawning. "Time for bed ladies. I'll meet you for breakfast at seven thirty. Goodnight."

Deena hadn't really thought about the sleeping arrangements, but sharing a twin bedded room with Jenny had to be preferable to being chained up in a hotel cell. Jenny freed Deena from her chains when they both used the bathroom, but when she emerged from the bathroom, Jenny immediately started to re-fix the chains over her nightgown.

"Is this really necessary?" Deena asked, becoming truly fed-up with the prisoner treatment.

"It's the law." Jenny explained curtly, as the cuff's rachets clicked around Deena's wrists. The law is the law! But at least the handcuffs weren't attached to her waist-chain this time.

Jenny made use of the hospitality tray. They both sat up in their respective single beds enjoying a cup of tea and a biscuit while watching the latest episode of Friends on TV. When it came to 'lights-out' Jenny attached Deena's handcuffs to her collar with a padlock. Deena was disappointed, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She didn't even bother to ask Jenny why.

In the middle of the night, Deena's hands were pulling down on the collar so her fingers could touch her pussy. She couldn't reach, and realised miserably, the reason why she had been fixed up like that.

-oOo-

Nurse Jenny was out of bed as soon as the seven o'clock alarm call sounded. She let Deena snooze for ten minutes while she showered. Then while Deena showered, Jenny got dressed.

Jenny was soon looking immaculate in her pale blue nurse's dress, complete with its white bib-fronted apron. The hemline of the dress barely covered the tops of her white stockings and that was clearly the way Jenny liked it! (In the year 2015 short skirts were firmly back in fashion). The nurse's trim waistline and flared hips were emphasised by a wide elasticated belt in contrasting black. She was pinning a perky white cap in her immaculate hair when Deena emerged from the bathroom.

Deena saw that Jenny had already laid out clothing for her. It was a flimsy white dress, made of a light silky fabric. Jenny helped her put the dress on. It was loose and flowing, like something a greek goddess might wear, and quite breezy too without a bra and panties! It was low cut between the breasts and high cut at the thighs, in fact it was barely held together at all. She looked very pretty Jenny told her, and sexy too, even when she was secured again in her familiar chains!

"There you are. It's a little loose, but 'one size fits all' with that dress!"

Jenny buckled Deena's feet into a nice pair of heeled sandals while her chained-up charge sat on the bed. "You know Deena, I really think we are going to become the best of friends." Jenny told her. Deena agreed, or certainly hoped it would be so. They were both laughing as they went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

Deena sat quietly with a refreshing glass of spring water while Mike and Jenny tucked into a full English breakfast with toast and coffee. They told her she wasn't permitted to eat until lunchtime. That bacon sure smelled good! Poor Deena felt herself salivating. She hated to miss breakfast.

A pair of middle aged businessmen were sitting at a nearby table. They looked at Deena only briefly, giving the impression that they'd seen it all before. In fact they were more interested in Jenny and her nurse's uniform. It was a sight they thought they'd never see again in their lifetime!

-oOo-

It was just a short drive to the university campus. At eight fifteen in the morning the whole place still seemed asleep. They were met by a girl of Deena's age. She had short spiky bright red hair and a nose-ring.

"Hi, I'm Nikki. The classroom assistant for your lectures. Anything you want, all you've gotta do is ask me!" She shook hands with each of them, paying little attention to Deena's chained hands.

After the introductions were made Nikki helped to unload the equipment from the van. At first Deena wondered why they had arrived there so early, but as they started setting up the equipment she understood. It would take a couple of hours to get everything ready. She felt reassured that there weren't any torture implements on display, but nor did she have any idea what any of the equipment was used for.

"Deena, honey, can you get down on your hands and knees on the mat?" Dr Britten called out to her as he continued to wire up the equipment.

She did as she was told and assumed the requested position on the 6' x 4' rubber mat. There was just enough slack in her chains for her to take up a 'doggie' position. It afforded her a perfect view of the large flat video screen on the wall. She felt Jenny lifting the hem on her dress onto her back and watched the screen absent-mindedly while Dr Britten continued to fiddle with his equipment.

An image came into focus on the screen but Deena couldn't make out what it was: Something fleshy and rather gross, she thought. It was only when she felt a finger probing within her vulva that she realised with horror what the image on the screen was. Her labia magnified to three foot high on the screen, every hair, dimple and fold of skin could be clearly seen. She could also see Jenny's finger moving sensitively across her flesh.

Jenny gave her a running commentary as Deena continued to look at herself on the screen. "There's your clitoris, hiding under that skin. That's showing nice and clear. Here is the urethra...oh, that's a great shot. I'll just pull the labia back a little so we get a view of your vagina.... Now Deena, I want you to close your eyes and think of a boy you fancy...."

Jenny sensitively probed and teased a little until she could feel a distinct dampness on her fingers.

"Perfect! That's a good response. It showed up very well on the screen," Dr Britten called out from behind the video mixing console. "Mark out Deena's position then she can have a sit down for a few minutes. Jenny made some chalk marks on the mat around Deena's hands and knees, she would need to return to those positions to ensure the cameras were lined up.

Nurse Jenny helped Deena to her feet. The model was almost speechless as she got to her feet. "Your...your...your going to show me to all those people in that position?"

"Of course! It's a human biology lecture." Dr Britten was beginning to wonder if the role hadn't been properly explained to Deena. "The students are coming here to learn about the human body and for the morning lecture we need you positioned like that. Don't worry Deena, you have a very nice body. There's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Dr Britten truly didn't see what Deena was worried about. "I'm sorry that we won't have a chance to try out the procedures before the lecture. We'll just have to improvise a little. Try to relax and do exactly as Jenny tells you, and don't forget to smile."

Deena noticed Jenny place some large liquid pouches in an autoclave. "Jenny what are they for?" she asked the nurse.

"I'm warming them to the correct temperature. I'll be giving them to you later."

Deena was becoming more and more ill at ease. "Giving them to me? I don't understand."

"It's nothing to worry about. It's just to get you cleaned out!" Jenny exchanged a conspiratorial wink with Nikki and Dr Britten.

Jenny laid out some more delicate equipment, while Deena contemplated the long probing instruments with increasing unease, deciding that she'd rather not ask what the other things were used for. No-one told her it would be like this, but it was too late to back out now.

Students were beginning to trickle into the lecture theatre.