Arty's Cellar

[mikey22]

An author known only as "Arty" wrote several sequels and prequels to compliment Joe Doe's work. Sadly there are only a few, Arty was a talented writer and I would have liked to see more from him. His stories can be found here:


https://asstr.xyz/files/Authors/arty/pastiche/

[automagix12]

Very nice find, Steve, thank you. The two stories named "For Demonstration Purposes Only" seem to be quite delicious...

[jeepster]

Thats a good find!

[jean.amelot]

An author known only as "Arty" wrote several sequels and prequels to compliment Joe Doe's work. Sadly there are only a few, Arty was a talented writer and I would have liked to see more from him. His stories can be found here:


https://www.asstr.org/~arty/pastiche/index.html

What a great find. Thanks Steve. I just can't get enough of these stories.

Hooked6

[Carl Bradford]

Just in case the link expires (again,) I'm going to reproduce the stories here. The formatting is odd, but at least they'll be preserved.

For Demonstration Purposes Only
by Arty

JUDGE SEARCH'EM IS PLEASED TO BE OPENING THE LATEST
INNOVATION IN FIELD OF CRIMINAL JUSTICE, THE AUTOMATED
PRISON INDUCTION PROCEDURE. UNFORTUNATELY THERE ARE NO
PRISONERS TO BE PROCESSED, SO HOLLY, HIS AIDE, IS CALLED
UPON TO FILL IN "FOR DEMONSTRATION PURPOSES ONLY".

Holly stood alone in the room. All along one wall was a
large viewing window. She could see that behind the window
were the Judge and a group of local dignitaries and all of
them would be seeing her naked in less than three minutes.

A large digital clock on the wall above the exit door was
counting down from 180.

"Prisoner will undress or punishment will be incurred."

Holly started to unbutton her blouse. How had she got into
this predicament anyway? Only this morning she had been
looking forward to helping the Judge open this new prison,
mixing with his guests and keeping them entertained. 'Well
I'll certainly be doing that soon enough', she thought.

"Prisoner will undress or punishment will be incurred."

Glancing at the clock she realised that she had less than 90
seconds to go. What had the judge said?

"The prisoner is given a set time to accomplish each task.
If she exceeds that time then she will receive a stroke of
the strap for each second that she delays."

With more and more urgency Holly stripped off; throwing her
clothing into the box provided. Inexorably the clock counted
down. Every twenty seconds the impersonal voice would
re-iterate the threat. Holly knew that the punishment
strokes were added up and then administered as part of the
'introductory strapping' that each prisoner received as part
of the automated induction process.

"Prisoner will undress or punishment will be incurred."

Paying no heed now to the thought of all the people watching
from behind the glass, Holly frantically slipped off her
panties dropped them in the box and raced for the exit door.

"Prisoner is till wearing Jewellery. Prisoner has not placed
box in receptacle provided."

Holly raced over to the box and desperately pulled off her
watch and her earrings the locket that she always wore and
all her rings. Then grabbing the box she ran to the hole in
the wall and shoved the box into it.

"Prisoner has failed to undress in the time allotted.
Punishment has been incurred. Eight extra strokes."

Holly looked at the clock above the door. It had counted up
and had reached eight before she managed to get the exit
door to open and she was through to the next stage.

"Prisoner has 30 seconds to place herself in the Automated
Search Facility or punishment will be incurred."

Holly walked quickly over to the machine, which was based
around a truncated Ob-Gyn examination table. Lying down she
raised her feet and placed them in the stirrups. As soon as
she was in position straps tightened around her ankles,
preventing her from moving them. She looked between her
spread thighs and realised that the table was directly
facing the viewing window. She blushed to think of the view
that she was providing to the assembled dignitaries that she
could see standing there.

"Prisoner will place herself in the Automated Search
Facility or punishment will be incurred."

Holly's thoughts whirled, what had she forgotten? Oh yes her
hands. Reaching up she placed her wrists in the depressions
above her head. The straps that were there also tightened.
Holly was now helpless to prevent the Automated Search
Facility from perpetrating its indignities upon her.

"Automatic search process starting."

Almost silently, electric motors whirred and Holly felt her
legs being spread inexorably further apart! She blushed
crimson as her exposure was increased, just as she felt that
her legs wouldn't widen any further the movement stopped.

"Depilation procedure."

Holly groaned. The machine was going to take all of her
womanly hair away and make her feel even more naked than she
already was! A small spray attachment raised itself from the
table between her legs and sprayed her pubic hair with
greenish foam. Holly felt the itching and burning that comes
with all of the cheaper brands of depilatory cream and
cursed the Judge for his penny-pinching ways. Finally, after
what seemed an age, the device sprayed cooling water to wash
away the foam, and all her hair with it. Holly strained her
head to look down; she was a bald as a pre-pubescent girl. A
couple of small tears trickled down her face. This wasn't
fair; she wasn't a criminal! Of course the Judge didn't care
about that. If he had his way every women between the ages
of sixteen to sixty would be stripped search twice a day and
three times on a Sunday!

The water spray finished.

"Lubrication procedure."

Another small probe was raised and gently insinuated itself
between her pussy lips. When it was seated properly it began
to vibrate. Damn the Judge! In another, seemingly
public-spirited, nod towards saving the public purse from
unnecessary expenditure the device would stimulate her
natural lubrication! The Judge had felt that since the women
could provide their own lubrication - with the proper
stimulation of course - it shouldn't be necessary to use
anything else! The machine did its job and Holly was unable
to prevent herself from being stimulated to orgasm. She new
that the machine wouldn't stop until the sensor detected
sufficient lubrication. She was just climbing to her second
cum, when the machine abruptly stopped leaving her groaning
in frustration!

"Vaginal search."

A third probe raised itself; it was thicker than the other
two and this one was pointed towards her womanhood in a most
threatening way. Slowly, but with inhuman persistence, it
twisted and wormed its way between her pussy-lips and into
her vagina. Once in place it began to expand! Helpless to
stop it the device expanded until it was possible for the
camera, with it's fibre-optic light, to advance into her
pussy. Above her a large plasma display sprang to life.

The flickering of the display caused Holly to look up, where
she was mortified to see the inside of her vagina was on
display. Holly squirmed uncomfortably, but she knew that she
would be trapped here until this infernal machine had done
its job.

"Rectal search."

The process was repeated, with a few slight alterations. The
stirrups had moved her feet closer to her head and thus
exposed her anus to the eager gaze of the watchers behind
the glass. A smaller probe was used for the rectal search,
but before being inserted into her rectum, it was first
'dipped' into her pussy to ensure that it was lubricated.
Once more Holly cursed the Judge and his parsimonious ways.
Holly groaned as the rectal probe insinuated itself inside
her and began to expand. She closed her eyes in shame as the
pictures of the inside of her rectal cavity were displayed
above her.

Would this be the final indignity? She wondered.

"Prisoner has 90 seconds to provide a urine sample."

Holly's eyes opened and she gasped in shock. She'd forgotten
about the drugs testing requirement. As the impersonal
announcement was made that heralded the worst moment for
Holly so far, a cup-like attachment was raised from the
table and placed itself over her vulva. A gentle suction
ensured that it sealed itself to her smooth and hairless
skin.

"Prisoner will provide a urine sample or punishment will be
incurred."

Holly remembered the Judge's words. "I don't have no truck
with 'bashful kidney'! The sluts will just have to pee on
command or they will get the strap! That'll soon fix any
problems they may have."

She struggled to relax, but the clock counted down and every
twenty seconds the everlastingly impersonal voice issued its
threat. The clock reached zero and began counting up.

"Prisoner has failed to provide a urine sample. Punishment
will be incurred."

As the cold statement was made another attachment in the
form of a small cushion-like pad, came in from the side and
pressed down at the base of her stomach and started to
vibrate gently. Oh sure! Provide assistance now I'm going to
be punished! Suddenly she felt the pressure in her bladder
give way and she peed into the cup. The suction caused a
terrible slurping sound to emanate from the machine.

The sound, rather than the act of peeing in front of all
those people, made her blush again. She looked up at the
clock and noted that it had stopped at 18. That was 18
strokes added to the 8 she already had plus whatever she was
going to get for the 'introductory strapping' anyway!

"Prisoner has failed to provide a urine sample in the time
allotted. Punishment has been incurred. Eighteen extra
strokes."

As she was contemplating her fate, the ASF was returning her
legs to a more normal position and releasing her hands and
feet. As she got down from the table she was mortified to
see the faces of the viewers staring through the window at
her. When she got out of here she would never be able to
look them in the eye again, half of them were people that
she had to deal with every day! How could she cope knowing
that the person that she was speaking to had seen her naked,
had seen her spread open, had seen her cum and finally had
seen her peeing on command?

Wearily she got down from the table and walked to the door
that would take to the next stage.

-Fin-

For now.

[jean.amelot]

For Demonstration Purposes Only (part 2)
by Arty

HOLLY'S ORDEAL IS ONLY HALF OVER. JOIN HER AS SHE ENTERS THE
SECOND HALF OF THE JUDGE'S NEW AUTOMATED PROCESSING
FACILITY.

Holly opened the door to the next stage of processing. As
she walked through the door she could see the Automated
Cleaning Facility ahead of her. She glanced to her left and
through the window she could see that the viewing window was
lined with the faces of people eager to the next stage of
her humiliating ordeal. She wondered how she would feel if
the situation were to be reversed and she admitted to
herself that she would probably be watching with same level
of eager anticipation. Not that it made her current
situation any easier to bear though. Her reverie was
interrupted by the hateful robotic voice of the processing
computer.

_"Prisoner has ten seconds to enter the Automated Cleaning
Facility or punishment will be incurred"_

Holly scampered over to the machine and stepped in. She was
quite looking forward to being able to wash away the
evidence of the extreme arousal that the previous stage had
managed to induce in her. The slick feel of her inner thighs
sliding together told her how far her pussy-juice had been
spread. Still wobbly from the orgasms and the unfulfilled
final arousal session she took longer than she would have
expected placing her feet and hands where they were supposed
to go.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to enter the Automated Cleaning
Facility or punishment will be incurred"_

As she rested her waist against the padded recess of the bar
the straps at her wrists and ankles tightened to hold her
immobile within the open framework of the ACF. Another
padded bar swung across her and she felt her feet lifted
from the floor. Jets of water mixed with a soapy solution
sprayed her from head to foot. Next she her legs were spread
still wider and a nozzle raised itself from a recess beneath
her. Suddenly a narrow jet of water shot from the nozzle and
began to beat on her pussylips. The jet was being pulsed and
she could feel them separating as the water insinuated
itself between them. As this was happening the jet was being
swung back and forth along the length of her pussy. From
above her head Holly could see miniature car-wash style
rotating brushes descending. She closed her eyes as they
swished across her face, it didn't feel too bad, but by the
time that she realised this they had begun to assault her
breasts. The constant light slapping of brushes cause her
nipples to harden and her breasts to swell.

Holly groaned as her pussy lips parted and the jet from the
nozzle was able to reach her clitoris, she was helpless to
prevent herself from becoming aroused. She opened her eyes
and stared numbly at the faces in the viewing window. Would
she ever be able to meet them in the street without
blushing? She screamed as the whirling brushes reached her
pubic mound and the extra stimulation, both fore and aft,
pushed her into a long-delayed orgasm. Numb from
embarrassment Holly took little notice of the rest of the
proceedings, except to squeal at the final few seconds of
cold water and delousing fluid rinsing that finished the
washing.

The final phase was almost relaxing; blasts of hot air were
directed across her body to dry her off. The machine placed
her feet back on the ground and the straps were released.
Holly freed her hands and feet and waited for the waist bar
to swing out of the way. Conscious of her lack of make-up
and the way that her hair frizzed if she wasn't able to
brush it as it was dried, Holly was almost more embarrassed
by this than she was of being naked.

Holly opened the door and stepped into the next phase of the
processing. She looked towards the viewing window and was
rewarded with the site of their faces pressed eagerly
against the window, anxious not to miss a single second of
her ordeal. Holly attempted to bring her hair into some sort
of order, but it was wasted effort. She resigned herself to
looking like a scarecrow. By now she was almost used to her
nakedness, however she realised that the final stage of
processing, the introductory punishment session was rapidly
approaching; the thought of this caused her stomach to fill
with butterflies and her heart to beat faster.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to stand in the designated place
or punishment will be incurred"_

The unwelcome sound of the hateful robotic voice dragged her
from this unpleasant speculation. She struggled to remember
what this processing stage was; then she realised, with a
shock, that this was the photographic stage! For some reason
the sound of the Judge could be heard expounding the
features of this photographic stage.

"… so you can see we get a full photographic record of the
prisoner. This stops the little hussies from claiming that
they were assaulted. If they do we can show that any
bruising they got happened before they got here. Obviously
we don't include bruising on the buttocks." The assembled
viewers laughed at this. "When the demonstration is over I
will let you take away a set of photographs of our little
'convict' here as a souvenir of your visit."

Holly was crimson. Some of them she knew would delight in
embarrassing her by showing the photographs around. Pretty
soon there wouldn't be a soul in town that hadn't seen her
naked! How would she cope?

By now she had placed her feet in the foot-shaped recesses
in the floor. This meant that her legs were now about three
feet apart. The depilation and the washing meant that her
outer pussy lips were open and her pink inner lips were
visible. Holly knew that her clitoris was erect and visible
also. She could here the exclamations of delight from the
viewers behind the window.

"What delightful 'pinkies'!"

"You can see by the fact that her 'little man' is up that
she's a brazen little hussy!"

Her blush by now had spread over her whole body.

The camera lens descended from the roof and described a
helical path around her body taking pictures at ten-degree
intervals. It then described an arc that began with an
extreme close up of her widespread pussy and then pull back
and circled up over her head and stopped at the level of her
anus.

_"Prisoner will bend forward and place her hands on the
designated spot or punishment will be incurred"_

Groaning in renewed humiliation, Holly bent forward and
placed her hands in the hand-shaped recesses that were just
in front of her. This meant that she was bent almost double
and completely exposed her anus to the camera's view. Holly
was thankful that she was facing the viewing window; at
least she was spared that.

"If you'll jest look up at the view screen you can see a
camera's-eye view of the her little 'brown ring'. And a very
pretty one it is too."

The patronising tones of the Judge made her realise that she
wasn't to be spared even this little indignity. The camera
zoomed in for the final extreme close-up of her anus and
retreated to the ceiling. Holly waited; she knew if she
moved at this point, before she was told, she would probably
incur further punishment. So far she had only to endure the
ten introductory swats plus the eight that she had earned at
the start and she didn't want to suffer any more.

_"Prisoner may proceed to the final stage of processing."_

At last! She could move; Holly stretched, as she stood up
straight, to ease the ache in her back from standing
immobile for so long. The pleasure in the movement was short
lived as she realised that the view window was no longer
lined with faces. This meant that they had all left so that
they could get the best view as she entered the punishment
room.

_"Prisoner has ten seconds to enter the Automated Punishment
Facility or punishment will be extended"_

The voice greeted her as she entered the final room. Her
gaze fell upon the frame into which she would shortly place
herself. She stood transfixed as she noted the flail-like
warm-up implement and then she saw the strap hanging waiting
for the correct time before it would descend and inflict its
painful message.

_"Prisoner has five seconds to enter the Automated Punishment
Facility or punishment will be extended"_

Holly shook herself and hurried to place herself in the
frame before the time-limit expired. She tried to resign
herself to the fact that she would be screaming and crying
before her time in this room was up. It didn't work; the
butterflies in her stomach multiplied exponentially and
tears began to leak from her eyes as she waited for the
machine to finish immobilizing her.

_"Punishment sequence started; eighteen strokes to be
awarded. Warm-up phase in progress."_

The wheel with the flail-like implements attached began to
spin rapidly and descend towards her helpless posterior. The
frame held her legs wide apart and kept her slightly bent
forward. The meant that her bottom was spread allowing the
viewers tantalising glimpses of her pussy and anus as she
squirmed in anticipation of the forthcoming pain. As the
tips of the flail touched her skin the articulated arm of
the device swept the wheel up and down her left buttock
carefully following the contour.

Holly grunted at the first contact, the pain of each
individual contact wasn't too bad but there were a hundred
of them every minute and the burning sensation soon built to
unbearable proportions. Holly began to cry. The wheel lifted
and turned through 90 degrees so that it was no parallel
with the crease of her bottom, and then it descended. This
time Holly squealed as the warm-up wheel contacted the inner
surfaces of her buttocks. Finally the wheel executed a
further 90-degree turn and completed the job on her right
bottom cheek. Holly was sobbing by the time the wheel had
finished its job; her bottom was burning and throbbing and
the strapping hadn't started yet!

_"Strapping phase in starting: Stroke One."_

The strap descended on its arm and was flicked through 180
degrees landing across both of Holly's bottom cheeks almost
simultaneously. CRAAACCKK!

Holly screamed, she had never felt such pain. She wriggled
her bottom in a desperate and ultimately unsuccessful,
attempt to assuage the stinging.

_"Stroke One not acknowledged, Stroke One."_

Oh God! She'd forgotten to press the button!

CRAAACKK! The strap descended in a repeat of the first
stroke. Holly screamed again; but this time she frantically
pressed the button beneath the fingers of her right hand.

_"Stroke One acknowledged, Stroke Two."_

The inhuman strapping continued and Holly was made to bear
the unbearable; she slumped bonelessly in the frame, her
screaming reduced to a hoarse whimper. Paradoxically the
more she relaxed the quicker the pain from each stroke
seemed to dissipate. By the time the strapping was finished
Holly's bottom was dark red and throbbing with agony.

The punishment frame released her and she groaned as she
extricated herself from it. The pain in her rear-end drove
all thoughts of modesty from her mind as she danced
frantically from one foot to another in a further attempt to
ease the pain.

Before she was allowed to leave the room she was made to
place her hand into a slot in the wall where she felt a
prisoner location and identification bracelet being fitted
to her wrist. This allowed the closet door above the slot to
open and reveal the prison uniform. The uniform consisted of
a very short denim mini-dress with a deep V at front and
back. It closed down the front with Velcro and Holly noticed
as she was putting it that it had similar Velcro closures on
the shoulders. This meant that the dress could be removed
even if her arms were restrained in any way.

The door from the punishment room clicked open and Holly
stepped through it. The Judge and the assembled dignitaries
expressed their delight in such a wonderful demonstration.
Holly turned to him.

"Can I take this bracelet off and change into my own clothes
now?"

The Judge looked a little embarrassed. "I'm afraid not,
Nathalie had to log you in as a real convict. Unfortunately
the sentence of 1 day was too low and the computer
substituted the minimum sentence as mandated by the laws of
Search'em County: 30 days."

"You mean I have to stay here for a month?"

"Oh it's not as bad as that my dear. You only spend nights
and weekends here the rest of the time you'll be working at
your old job with me."

Holly contemplated this.

"Of course that means the sentence will take about three
months to serve the 30 days and you will have to be
processed each time you re-enter the jail."

The Sheriff interrupted. "And don't forget that as a
prisoner she has to be strip-searched each time she enters
or exits a county building."

He turned to Holly. "It looks like you and me are going to
get real well acquainted now."

-Fin-

-- /~arty

[jeepster]

Fox and Chickens
by Arty

THE SHERIFF IS AT THE LOCAL COLLEGE WITH A 'JANE DOE' SEARCH
WARRANT SIGNED BY JUDGE SEARCH'EM. THE LOCAL BUSINESSWOMAN
OF THE YEAR LUNCH IS BEING HELD THERE. HOW MANY CHICKENS
WILL BE 'PLUCKED' TODAY?

(A prequel to "The Worst Part is the Waiting" by Joe Doe.)

The Sheriff couldn't believe his luck. Judge Search'em had
sent him to the local college with a 'Jane Doe' search
warrant and instructions to search every female on campus
who wasn't a student or a member of the faculty.

"Make sure you strip 'em down to the bare and make 'em
squirm." The Judge had said.

Well the Judge could be sure he'd be doing that, the Sheriff
thought gleefully to himself. Of course he'd have to adhere
to some of the proprieties since he wasn't on his 'home
turf', but then the two female deputies he'd brought along
with him to do the cavity searches seemed to enjoy
strip-searching beautiful women almost as much as he did.
Perhaps now was the time to institute the 'double-check'
policy that Judge had suggested for searches conducted 'in
the field'.

"You have ta make sure ya haven't missed anything." He'd
said in his best 'good old boy' phrasing. The Sheriff knew
that the Judge had studied law at Harvard and his normal
accent was clipped to the point of Englishness. Still, the
Sheriff though to himself, you have to admire his
dedication.

Pulling himself from his reverie, he surveyed the group of
women that he and his deputies had managed to whittle the
original group down to. To a woman they were all young,
attractive and very nervous. One of them was talking on a
celphone.

"I don't care what you have to do Ashley, just get me out of
this!" The woman finished speaking and closed her 'phone
with a snap.

Suddenly the door to the sports hall was kicked open with a
bang and two male deputies struggled in each carrying a pile
of milk crates.

"The kitchen staff let us have these, Boss, but they said
they needed them back before tomorrow." One of the deputies
spoke as he dropped his load of crates in front of the
nervous women. The second deputy did the same and once more
the women jumped at the loud noise.

"Ladies if I can have your attention, please?" The women
turned to look at the Sheriff.

"If you'd all like to form a line and come pick a crate we
can get started."

"What's going to happen?" One of the women asked.

"Well first you're going to form an orderly line and pick up
a crate." The Sheriff smirked.

"After that!" She said waspishly, her exasperation
overcoming her nervousness slightly.

"Oh! Afterwards. Oh why don't we leave that as a little
surprise?"

The woman took a breath to respond.

"I mean, where would we be without our little surprises?"
The Sheriff cut her off. "Now, enough chat, just pick up a
box like your friends here and line up over there on the
centre-line!"

The women collected their milk crates and walked timidly to
the centre-line of the basketball court that was marked out
on the hall floor.

"Spread out! Shoulder width apart; just like you see in the
boot-camp movies."

The women shuffled sideways and looked around nervously, now
they were physically separated everything seemed that bit
more scary.

"OK Ladies we'll start nice and easy. Just take off your
shoes and put them in the crate that you have in front of
you; then drop your purse in there too; while we're at it
you can put your jewellery in your shoes so it don't get
lost."

A collective gasp came from the women.

"You can't mean you're going to search us here?" The women
who'd been talking on the 'phone objected.

"Well we can do it here, or down the station." The women
relaxed, it looked like they could at least choose to do
this in private. "But obviously if we go down to the station
you'll have to be arrested and processed." Things weren't
looking so rosy. "And you'll have to be strip-searched as
part of this." Definitely not looking rosy at all.

"Obviously it will all take a lot longer …"

He looked at the clock. With a click the minute hand moved
from 2:00pm to 2:01pm.

The woman with the 'phone seemed to have chosen herself as
the spokeswoman. "I suppose if it means we can get this over
and done with, we can do it here." She looked at her fellow
sufferers who all seemed to nod in agreement.

The Sheriff pounced; grabbing a clipboard he thrust it
towards the woman. "Well in that case you won't mind signing
this here form saying you agree to be searched here and not
have to go through all the trouble of being processed at the
police station an' all?"

This was just too easy, thought the Sheriff as first one and
then another of the women signed his forms. The threat of
being strip-searched at the police station seemed to have
driven the capacity for rational thought from their minds.

"Thank you ladies. Now if you will all take off your
jackets, blouses and skirts or trouser and put them in the
milk crate."

"What! I thought you said …"

"But we signed to say …"

"You can't do this …"

"QUIET!" The excited babble from the women stopped. Into the
silence the Sheriff read from his clipboard. "I, the
undersigned do hereby consent to be searched by Sheriff J.
Doe in a manner and a location of his choosing…" As the
Sheriff droned on the meaning of the legal jargon slowly
leaked into the women's awareness. They had signed away
their constitutional rights and agreed to the Sheriff
searching them any way he pleased!

Finally he finished and the women looked aghast as the
realisation dawned on them that the Sheriff had hoodwinked
them.

"Now you can do this the easy way" He leered at the women.
"Or you can have me and my deputies 'assist' you out of your
clothes?"

One of the women moaned in submission and took off her
jacket and dropped it in the milk crate. The other women
started to follow suit. One by one they took off their outer
clothing. As they did so the Sheriff sauntered up and down
the line making appreciative comments.

The ten women stood in a line, shivering and nervous. There
they were in the bras and panties in the centre of the large
hall. What was going to happen next? Would they really have
to strip naked in front of the Sheriff and his deputies?

"Let's all take our bras and put them in the crate please."

One by one each of the women unclasped their bras and did as
they were asked. The hall was air-conditioned and very
quickly there were twenty nipples showing hard and erect as
they were exposed to the cool air in the hall for the first
time.

As each of them dropped their bras in the crate, they
wrapped their arms around themselves in order to cover their
breasts and also to try and keep warm. The Sheriff noticed
this and decided to give them some respite. Turning to one
of his deputies he said.

"It's a little cold in here, see if you can get the place
warmed up a little will ya?"

Then he turned to the women and they steeled themselves for
the inevitable. "Now take off your panties and put them in
the crate too."

There were a few quiet moans and some inchoate pleas, but
eventually the ten shivering women were standing naked in
front of the Sheriff. He noted that they all stood in the
classic embarrassed nude female stance of one arm across
their breasts and one hand slipped between their legs. He
grinned a fox-like grin.

"Well while we're waiting for the hall to be warmed up,
we'll have to make sure that you get warmed up some other
way." He appeared to think deeply about this. "I know!" He
said in mock surprise. "How about a few exercises." The
Sheriff motioned to the two female deputies. "These two
deputies will lead you through a few exercises to warm you
up and to loosen anything that you might be hiding."

The two female deputies stood up from where they were
sitting and sauntered over to the line of naked women. The
older of the two spoke, "Let's get started shall we? I mean
we can't have you all catching a cold can we?" She smiled
broadly. "Okay! Stand up straight arms by your sides!"

Almost involuntarily the women did as they were told. Now
they stood exposed to the Sheriff and his deputies. Some of
the women blushed when they realised this and started to
cover up. "Enough of that!" The stentorian command rang out.
"Now, legs wide apart ladies!"

Slowly the women slid their feet apart, all of them were
blushing furiously by now. By common consent the stopped
when there feet were about shoulder-width apart. The deputy
wasn't satisfied.

"You can do better than that! Wider! NOW!" This last word
was shouted and the women jumped and jerkily spread their
legs so that their feet were much more widely spread. The
deputy walked down the line inspecting the women, who were
all breathing heavily as their nervousness increased. The
younger of the two deputies now stood in a similar pose, but
as she was wearing clothes she was a lot more comfortable
with her position than any of the ten naked women!

"Now do what my colleague is doing and we shall all get on
famously." The other deputy lowered herself into a squat.
Even clothed it looked quite obscene, doing it naked would
expose the women terribly! "Stop staring and get squatting!
Let's see those pussies down on the floor shall we?"

Slowly, ever so slowly the women squatted down. The position
exposed their sex to everyone who cared to look and everyone
did, indeed, care to look. The young deputy kept them
squatting for what seemed like ages, and then she raised
herself back to a standing position.

"Now let's do that ten times quickly shall we?" The women
stared in horror. "Stop dawdling and get on with it! One!
Two!" As she counted the ten women squatted and stood, each
time they squatted their pussy-lips opened and the cool air
of the hall was admitted to their most private depths. By
the time the ten repetitions were done the women were
blushing crimson and a light sheen of perspiration could be
seen on their heaving breasts. She turned to the Sheriff.

"I think they're read for their cavity searches, Boss."

"Let 'em do another ten to keep 'em warm while we get set
up."

The women groaned in shame as they heard this exchange, but
were powerless to do anything about it. Whilst the deputy
led them in a second set of ten squats the Sheriff had spied
a couple two or three picnic tables that had been stacked
out of the way behind the seating. With a couple of male
deputies to each table it was the work of only a few minutes
to get them lined up in front of the naked, squatting ladies
as the grunted their way through the last squat.

"Okay! That's enough of that." At this juncture the door to
the hall banged open and the deputy returned from his errand
to warm up the hall. He pointed up at the large temperature
display. Everyone looked up and saw that the temperature was
68 and as they looked the eight changed to a nine.

"I had them set the air-conditioning to 75, is that all
right?"

"That's just dandy!" He turned to the women, who were still
panting from their exertion. "Please collect your milk crate
and put it on the bench in front of you." Each woman bent
and picked up their milk crate. They each looked longingly
at the underwear that was resting on the top of the clothes
piled in the crate. If only they could just put on their
underwear, just for a minute. With great trepidation they
walked to the picnic benches and put the crates down on the
table.

"Thank you, ladies, not long now. We'll just get you into
position and my two lady colleagues here will check that you
ain't hiding anything you shouldn't and you can get dressed
and put all this behind you."

The Sheriff smiled at the shocked expressions of the women.

"Now just kneel up on the seats and you can rest your top
half on the table in front of you." The Sheriff motioned to
his deputies and they came forward to move the crates from
the table and place them out of the way on the floor on the
other side of the table from the women. He made sure that
the women could still see them, see them but not touch them;
so near and yet so far! The Sheriff was an artist and he was
sure that the Judge would relish these little details when
he recounted his day's work over a beer tonight.

He walked behind the women and with his nightstick he
briskly smacked each of them as he spoke. "Let's get those
butts up in the air shall we? Spread those legs wide, my
colleagues must have room to work!"

In this position the exposure was just horrific, all of
their pussies were visible and their little butt-holes were
shamefully exposed in the harsh lighting of the hall. The
hall clock clicked from 2:54 to 2:55 just as the hall door
banged open once more. A woman ran breathlessly into the
hall.

"Stop! Stop! I have a Restraining Order!"

-Fin-

A note: OK I promise I won't write anymore about this
set-up. (Unless I have another idea!)

--
/~arty

[jean.amelot]

Waiting With Holly
By Arty (with apologies to Joe Doe!)

ASHLEY MUST REPORT TO THE SHERIFF TO DEMONSTRATE THAT SHE IS
NOT A VAGRANT. SHE WAITS WITH HOLLY FOR 'THE FORMALITIES' TO
START.

The grinning Deputy winked at her from behind the front
desk. "Well if it isn't Ms. Johnson, the star of our
training video! What can I do for you Ms. Johnson?"

Ashley blushed as the Deputy's words forced her to recall
the events of last week. When she had been videoed, at the
request of Judge Search'em, as was she forced to endure the
Sheriff and 'Deputy' Stanley performing a cavity search upon
her. The humiliation of the four helpless orgasms was fresh
in her mind. "I have an appointment with the Sheriff so that
he can verify that I am not a vagrant."

The Deputy scanned his list. "Well lookee here! I do believe
that you're absolutely right!" He pressed a button on his
desk and the buzz of an electric door lock indicated that
she should step through the door. She looked above the door
as she opened it almost expecting to see a sign saying, "Lay
down all hope, you that go in by me."* Shuddering at the
thought she followed the Deputy over to a desk by a door. On
the desk was a black plastic crate, like a small milk crate.
Ashley was aware of the uses to which the crate was put and
it held her attention like the stare of a Cobra just before
striking.

[*Arty: Note that a perfectly fine bit of comic relief on
the lines of: … to see a sign saying, "Abandon hope …". More
like 'Abandon clothes' thought Ashley. Is sacrificed on the
altar of literary pedantry and the fact that I had a copy of
Dante's Inferno to hand! Sigh!]

The Deputy picked up a form from next to the crate. "The
Sheriff needs for you to sign this."

Ashley took the form. It was a 'personal search' consent
form. She herself had been involved in the recent redrafting
of the form. No doubt the Sheriff was aware of this; the
irony of her own work being used to enable him to strip her
clothes from her and stretch the parameters of a standard
search leaving her no recourse afterwards, was not lost on
him. Numbly she signed the form and returned it to the
Deputy. He smiled at her with genuine pleasure. "That's
right cooperative of you Ms. Johnson. I'll look forward to
seeing a lot more of you soon! Now if you'll just put your
purse and other valuables in this here box we can get you
started."

Ashley did as she was told. Meanwhile the Deputy slipped the
recently signed form into a slot of the side of the box. "If
you'll pick up your crate and follow me I'll take you to the
search room."

Meekly she followed the Deputy through some narrow but
well-lit corridors until they stood in front of a door. It
was a door like any of the other doors that they had passed.
Only this one had a small sign that announced: 'SEARCH
ROOM'. The sign seemed to taunt her, 'NOT LONG NOW SWEETIE.
NOT LONG BEFORE YOU ARE NAKED AND SWEATING AS THE SHERIFF
ENSURES THAT YOUR EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY IS THOROUGHLY
SEARCHED!'

She shook herself and stepped through the door that the
Deputy had opened for her. "Y'all wait her until the Sheriff
can see to you. Don't touch anything that don't belong to
you, or there'll be trouble!" Ashley realised that 'things
that don't belong to you' applied to anything in the crate.
Currently just her purse and jewellery, but soon that would
include her clothes! Forbidden to touch her own clothes
until given permission, what would that feel like? She
wondered. The ominous click of the door shutting caused her
to look up.

Already in the room and looking nervously at Ashley was a
pretty young woman with shoulder-length dark hair. Auburn
highlights in it glinted in the harsh lighting of the room.
Ashley mused that it was amazing how many beautiful young
women that the Sheriff found excuses to strip-search.

"Hello, do you know what's going to happen? Sorry, I'm
Holly. Who're you?" Holly's nervousness meant that she spoke
quickly and the words came out in a rush. "I only decided to
shop here because my cousin said it was the cheapest place
for miles; and then the shop wouldn't take any of my credit
cards, but luckily I had enough cash. Then just as I was
loading my car these two policemen drove up and asked to see
my purse. So I gave it them and the next thing I know they
are saying that I must come with them on suspicion of
vagrancy! I'm not a vagrant! When we get here I sign this
piece of paper because otherwise they're going to put me in
a cell 'til my husband gets here. I don't want to him to see
me in jail. Can you help me? Do you know what they're going
to do?"

Ashley spoke soothingly, "Well I am a lawyer, but as you can
see" Ashley indicated the crate that she had been carrying
and then the similar crate that Holly must have carried into
the room. "We're both in the same predicament." Holly seemed
to calm down as Ashley spoke; at least she wasn't on her own
any more. "I can tell you what I think will happen, but I
don't think it will make you happy. We've both signed the
search consent waiver so the Sheriff can pretty much search
us in any way he likes."

Holly gasped at this. "What about my constitutional rights?"

"Signing the form means that you waive them."

Holly looked pensive.

She really is attractive, thought Ashley, almost worth
changing sides for!

Holly spoke again, "I suppose you'd better tell me what you
think will happen, however horrible it is, not knowing is
probably worse!"

"Well I heard a deposition recently from another young woman
who had been strip-searched here, I'll tell you what I
remember."

Holly nodded.

"First the Sheriff will tell you to take off your clothes.
As you take off each piece of clothing you will put it in
the crate that you brought in with you. Once it is inside
the crate you won't be allowed to touch it again until the
Sheriff say that you can. Once all your clothes are in the
crate you will pick up the crate and put it on the table
over there so that the Sheriff can search your clothes."

Both of the women thought about the frustration of seeing
their clothes in the crates and knowing that they couldn't
even touch them!

"Oh I forgot, once the Search has begun the Sheriff can use
that strap on the hook over there to give us 'administrative
punishment' if we do something wrong. Also if your panties
look as if they are a bit damp he will put them in a plastic
bag so that the rest of our clothes won't get wet!"

As she said this Ashley saw the strap hanging on the wall.
What would it feel like if the Sheriff used it on her? The
woman, on the tape that she'd listened to, had said that her
thumb had caught her clothing as she carried the crate and
the Sheriff had given her three strokes! I'll have to be
extra careful where I put my hands, she thought. The bags
for the panties were in a pile on the table underneath the
strap. She squirmed with embarrassment as she realised that
the Sheriff would definitely need a bag for her panties!

"Next the Sheriff will make us stand on this yellow line
with our legs spread about three feet apart and our fingers
laced together behind our heads. We'll stand there as he
searches through our clothes. Since there are two of us
he'll probably cuff us so that we can't 'overpower' him
while he searches our clothing."

Hanging on the wall next to the strap were about ten of
those cable-tie style handcuffs. How often would he need all
ten she wondered?

I'll be naked and helpless, thought Holly. What will that
feel like? The thought made her shiver.

Ashley carried on. "Then we will have to stand while the
Sheriff checks to see that we don't have anything in our
hair or taped under our breasts. We'll have to squat quickly
a few times, keeping our feet spread well apart; so that
anything loose has a chance to drop out."

Both Ashley and Holly blushed as they imagined what the
Sheriff would see of them as they performed that manoeuvre!
"Then we will have to bend over and the Sheriff will spread
our buttocks to check that we don't have anything taped
between them."

They imagined the feel of the Sheriff's fingers as he gently
insinuated his fingers between their bottom cheeks.

"Then it will be time for the Cavity Search. So we will be
made to sit on that examination table." Ashley nodded
towards the leather covered Ob-Gyn. examination table. The
leather looked old but well cared for. The stirrups were
chromed and looked cold. How cold would it feel, when their
bare feet were placed in them by the Sheriff?

"Each of us will spread our legs so that the Sheriff will be
able to examine inside our vagina and our rectum. He'll put
on a pair of gloves from that box of them next to the
table."

Both the women shuddered slightly. Ashley carried on. "The
woman said that the Sheriff complained about her pubic hair
'getting in the way' so he used the shaving kit to remove
all her pubic hair." As she spoke Ashley and Holly saw the
old-fashioned shaving kit next to the glove box as if for
the first time. How will I explain it to my husband, if the
Sheriff shaves me, thought Holly.

"Once that's been done the Sheriff will lubricate us so that
he can search our vagina and our rectum." Holly looked for
the tube of lubrication jelly but all she could see was a
small pink plastic tube-like object. Suddenly she realised
that it was a vibrator! Ashley saw that Holly had realised
what Sheriff proposed to use for 'lubrication'. "I'm afraid
that the woman said she was stimulated for several minutes
before the Sheriff was satisfied with the level of
'lubrication'."

Ashley left unsaid the fact that the woman had orgasmed at
least once. But her flaming blush told Holly all she needed
to know.

"Once we are lubricated enough, the Sheriff will spend as
much time as he needs to ensure that he is satisfied that we
aren't carrying anything in our vagina or rectum." Ashley
paused and drew a deep shuddering breath. "The woman said
that the Sheriff didn't stop until she had orgasmed at least
once for each cavity."

Ashley and Holly considered the humiliation of being
helpless to prevent the Sheriff from forcing them to several
orgasms. How would it feel when they shamelessly screamed
their release under the relentless stimulation that the
Sheriff would provide?

"Afterwards the Sheriff will keep us handcuffed while he
assists us in cleaning up in the shower in the corner. I
imagine that the same desire to economise will mean that he
will make us shower together."

Ashley and Holly wondered what it would feel like to feel
the other's soap slick skin on their own? Would their
nipples harden as they rubbed together? With their hands
cuffed it would be easier if they washed each other. What
would that be like?

"Once we are finished we will be made to carry our clothes
in the crates to the Interview Room. There we will be asked
if we wish to accept 'Administrative Punishment' for
misdemeanour-vagrancy. If you do, then you will sign another
consent form and you will receive six strokes of the paddle.
After that you will be able to get dressed then you will
have to return next week and demonstrate that you are not a
vagrant by having $200 in your purse."

Ashley thought about the fact that she only had $199 in her
purse and then she remembered the answer that the woman on
the tape had given when asked if she would have $200 when
she returned. "I don't know." She had whispered.

Something about Ashley's explanation had started Holly
thinking. "Could you tell me the other woman's name?"

"Well I don't remember her surname, but I do remember that
her first name was Nathalie."

Before Holly could say anything the door to the Search Room
opened and the Sheriff walked in. "Let's get this show on
the road shall we …"

-Fin-

Dedication For Holly, a small token of my appreciation, I
hope you noticed that you still have your clothes on at the
end! - Arty

[jean.amelot]

A Hollyday Surprise
By Arty (still apologising to Joe Doe!)

Holly drove into the police station car park. 'Good.' she
thought. 'There's a free space.' She shook herself. 'Of
course there's a free space. It's Christmas. No one wants to
visit the police at Christmas!' It was Christmas Eve.
'Except me, of course.' She blushed as she thought of this.

She thought back to the first time she had been brought
here. Natalie had set her up, she realised later. Holly
thought about that. 'I'm still not sure if I should thank
her or spank her!' Holly laughed, "Probably both!"

"Now stop talking to yourself and get a move on you'll be
late!" She noticed another car parked nearby, it looked
vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Not wanting to
be late she shook herself gathered her car keys, purse and a
zippered folder and got out of the car. Holly locked the car
and started toward the police station.

Damn! The form! What had she done with the form?

Sighing with relief she remembered that she had put it in
her folder. That reminded her. Opening the folder she
removed a plastic identity bracelet, suppressing a shudder
she placed it on her left wrist and snapped it closed. The
bracelet was removable only with a special tool. Holly
twisted it round her wrist; apart from a barcode it was
plain. But this innocuous bit of plastic meant that she
would now be considered an escaped prisoner, if she tried to
leave the police station!

She took out the form and closed the folder. On the front of
it, in gold lettering was the wording, "V.S.S.P. Holly
Wood". VSSP it didn't seem much, but Holly felt ashamed each
time saw those initials. "Voluntary Strip-Search Program".
'Voluntary' that was the worst part. The flimsy
self-justification of coercion had been removed the instant
she had ticked that innocuous box on the form she had
received after her third trip to see the Sheriff.

Her thoughts drifted back to the first time. Ashley had
described in detail had happened to the unknown woman. At
first she had felt horrified. Then the realisation that it
didn't matter how she felt about it, it was going to happen
anyway. Finally the shame as she became aware that her
predicament was getting her turned on. When Ashley had got
to telling her about the 'panty-bags', she knew she was
going to need one for her panties.

And it had happened pretty much as Ashley had said.

Holly's face flamed red as she remembered the first time
that she had cum. She couldn't believe how turned on she had
been, as she stood, handcuffed, watching Ashley squirming
and cumming on the Sheriff's fingers. Suddenly it had been
her turn. The Sheriff had still used the vibrator on her,
even though by now it was obvious that she was as wet as she
had ever been!

Holly flushed crimson as she relived that first orgasm and
then the next two as the Sheriff performed his cavity
searches. She had even had a small one as she and Ashley had
washed each other, in the shower, under the ever-watchful
eye of the Sheriff. She guessed that Ashley had, had one too
if the shuddering and small moans were anything to go by.

The humiliating walk to the interview room had followed;
carrying her clothes in the crate and not being allowed even
to touch them. The 'administrative strapping' had been
painful at first, but later as the sting had faded Holly
couldn't believe how horny she had felt. Luckily her husband
had returned before she could relieve her frustration
herself and her explanation for his near-rape in the hall
just inside the front door had seemed lame to her own ears,
but he seemed to accept it. Then each time she relived her
strip-search the love-making with her husband had been so
intense and fulfilling that when the time came to report to
the Sheriff for the second time she purposefully had been a
couple of dollars short of the required $200.

She remembered the speculative look that the Sheriff had
given her as he counted the money in her purse. Without
Ashley being present the experience had been less intense
but weirdly satisfying nevertheless. Her husband was once
again the beneficiary of a very intense quickie that day.

After the third time when the Sheriff had counted her cash
and found that she was $50 short he had smiled broadly and
promised her the "Search of her life." And it had not been
an idle promise. She had lost count of her orgasms after
four or five and the various "infractions" that required the
Sheriff to use the strap, were contrived but that had not
lessened the impact and the final strokes had almost made
her cum too!

The next week the waiver had arrived as it had the previous
two weeks; only this time a covering letter had invited her
to opt for the Voluntary Strip Search Program. The rules
were simple, she would present herself twice a month were
she would 'suffer' the indignities of a full strip-search,
but without the requirement to be arrested or have the
fiction of a misdemeanour hanging over her. The VSSP gave
her the option of adding to the basic strip-search with
various optional 'extras' - however once an extra had been
chosen this was assumed for all subsequent searches.

Her reverie had taken her as far as the rear-door of the
police station. She glanced at her watch. Good she wasn't
late; it didn't do to be late. She waved the wrist with the
bracelet over the card reader and the buzz of an electric
door lock told her that the door was open. One of the perks
of the VSSP was being able to by-pass the front desk!

Once inside she walked to the table containing a row of milk
crates. With expertise born of long practise she slipped the
folder into a pocket designed for the purpose. She dropped
her watch, all her jewellery and her purse into the crate
and headed for the only other door.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Wood, you're in good time today!"

Holly nodded at the Deputy, not trusting herself to speak.
She placed the form on the desk and signed it. The Deputy
took it from her and placed in a slot designed for it on the
outside of the crate.

"You know the way. Enjoy yourself!"

This was the worst part; the sinking feeling in the stomach;
the certain knowledge of the shame and humiliation that she
would soon be suffering. And she had volunteered for it! She
hated it but even now, like Pavlov's dogs, she could feel
herself getting aroused.

She thought about the letter again; the hints and tips to
"make her strip-search a more fulfilling experience." And
wondered again how many other women were part of the
program?

Her first time in the VSSP had been almost as intense as her
first experience. The shame of realising that she was
undergoing this experience of her own free will had added to
the humiliation that she had felt. She had noticed the
curtains of the Search room mirror were opened. When she had
asked the Sheriff about this he had told her that all VSSP
sessions were available for 'public' viewing, for a fee of
course. He had said that he had to defray the costs of the
program somehow: the fancy folder with the record book
recording the details of each visit, the DVDs that were
supplied so that she always had a visual record too. All of
this cost money.

From then on she had wondered who had seen her sessions, did
the speculative looks from her male co-workers mean that
they knew what she looked like naked and cumming? Did the
lull in the conversation at the water cooler as she passed
mean they were discussing they way she cried out as the
strap snapped home across her ass? Was the smile that the
security guard in reception gave her an indication that he
knew the way she tossed her head as she came?

As with all things familiarity had reduced the piquancy of
the experience and so, over the course of the next four or
five visits, Holly had ticked more of the optional extras.
The Sheriff did his best of course. The last session had
been very intense.

As she stood on the yellow line with her hands handcuffed
behind her head, the Sheriff had circled her and recited his
parody of the Miranda Warning. "You have lost the right to
wear clothing. You have lost the right to cover yourself.
You have lost the right to prevent yourself from cumming …"
As he spoke she had been aware of the wetness spreading
slowly down her thighs. She had looked at herself in the
mirror and the thought that unknown men could see how
aroused she was becoming made her moan in shame.

She had come almost as soon as the vibrator had touched her.
Taking a small whip from the selection that hung by the
examination table the Sheriff had pronounced that she was a
brazen slut and that six strokes to her pussy ought to calm
her down. However the gentle strokes, as intended, inflamed
her further and on the sixth and final stroke she had
exploded in an orgasm as strong as any she had, had before.

At this point Holly had been helpless to prevent an almost
continual series of cums as the Sheriff used his skilled
fingers to manipulate and ravage her pussy and ass.

The naked walk through the station to the interview room had
been to a chorus of clapping and whistling almost unheard of
since the VSSP had been initiated. Her legs had been
dripping with the juices that the Sheriff had managed to
coax from her and her musk had permeated the corridors
through which she walked.

Even though it had been two weeks ago her face flamed
crimson and she moaned with the memory of the final
humiliation heaped on her before she had got dressed.

"Gee you can't wear these, they're soaked!" the Sheriff
squeezed the panties in the plastic bag. "But if you don't
wear anything your skirt will be soaked!" the Sheriff
grinned evilly and reached into his pocket and withdrew a
tampon. "This'll stop you from leaking." Holly had gasped in
horror - even with all the liberties that she had allowed
this man to take with her body - this seemed … just worse
somehow. But like a robot she had taken the small cylinder
from the Sheriff and groaning with embarrassment and shame
she had inserted the tampon before she started to dress.

Last week she had ticked the final unchecked box on the
form. Suddenly she remembered whose car she had seen in the
car park. With a small smile of triumph she opened the door
to the Search Room. "Hi Nat! Fancy meeting you here!"

-Fin-

[jean.amelot]

Holly's Strip Search Reunion
by Arty

The game was reaching its inevitable conclusion: a win by
the current school team. A couple of the Alumni team played
semi-pro basketball, but their expertise was diluted by the
lack of support and the scratch nature of the team. It had
been a decade or more since any of them had played together
last and it showed; still the game was good humoured and the
score line did not reflect the disparity in the teams'
performance.

Holly was having a blast. Renewing old friendships and
feeling proud that she could wear her cheerleader's outfit
unaltered, well it was a little tight around the chest
maybe, but she hadn't noticed any of the male spectators
complaining. She felt good and she looked good. Her natural
exuberance had spread to the rest of the cheerleaders and
they all cheered with none of the self-consciousness that
would normally cloud their performance.

Of course the current crop of cheerleaders were less than
happy about this; it was obvious that the crowd preferred
the old has-beens to them. No one noticed one of the younger
girls slipping out of the hall and making her way to the
changing room set aside to for the Alumni cheerleading team.
The smirk on her face as she returned was less than
becoming.

The horn sounded as the clock counted down to zero and the
game was over. The sound of an unfamiliar voice over the
Public Address system reduced the noise of the crowd
dramatically. Holly's insides turned to water as the
familiar tones of the Stripsearch County Sheriff announced
that the Alumni cheerleading-squad changing room had been
searched on a tip-off and drugs had been found.

"Now this is obviously a put up job, but still I have to do
my job."

There was a pause and Holly could imagine the Sheriff
grinning broadly.

"So if you pretty ladies will remain in the hall we'll get
you checked over and I'm sure we'll have you on your way
quicker than two shakes of a racoon's tail."

The court was a buzz with conversation and speculation. The
Sheriff and his deputies made their way to Holly and her
friends. The deputies had their hands full, the yawning
sensation in Holly's stomach became a chasm as she saw what
they were carrying. The deputies deposited the loads on the
benches beside the women. The gloves, the lubricant and the
collapsible plastic crates. One of the deputies began
handing out the crates. Holly took hers automatically. The
Sheriff wasn't planning to do it here was he? He wouldn't do
it here in front of this crowd? Would he?

Another man, dressed in a suit, joined the Sheriff. Holly
recognised Judge Searchem and she moaned to herself as she
felt the net of circumstance closing about her. Some of the
rest of the cheerleading squad were as aware as Holly of
their impeding doom but others were bewildered. One of these
spoke up.

"What's happening Sheriff?"

"Well it's like this, little lady." The Sheriff smiled
broadly as he went into his usual patter in these
circumstances. "We could arrest you and take you down the
station, but then we'd have to take blood samples and send
them off to be analysed. If any of you have smoked any,
shall we say, questionable substances in the last few days
it will show up and then we'd have to assume that the drugs
that we found were yours." Many of the women looked upset at
this, Holly was thankful that she was glad she hadn't taken
Johnny up on his offer last night. The Sheriff continued.

"Of course we can just execute this here Jane Doe search
warrant and if we find nothing on you; we will assume that
drugs in the room were planted and you can be on your way."

"But what about the crowd?"

"The crowd can stay or go as they please; it's a free
country."

"But they'll see us being searched!"

"Yes they will and I'll bet you're glad to have witnesses so
that no one will be tempted to make sure that we find
something on you."

The implied threat shut up the objector. No one seemed keen
to carry on with further objections.

"Any more questions?"

The women stood mute. "Good let's get started. If you ladies
will open up the crates that you've been given and put them
on the floor in front of you I'll see about deputising some
of the crowd so we can search you all at once. That way
you'll be home more quickly."

There was a collective gasp of horror. Most of the crowd
were seniors at the high school! The women would be searched
by boys at least ten years younger than they. One by one the
crates were placed at each woman's feet. The women were in a
line and looked at the Sheriff expectantly. The Sheriff
leered at them; oh how he loved that 'deer in the
headlights' look as each woman slowly came to the
realisation that she was soon going to be naked in front of
a crowd of people. He hitched up his belt and paced up and
down in front of the crowd.

"Anyone that is over eighteen and wishes to assist in
searching these here lovely ladies please make your way to
the Judge so you can be sworn in." He counted 16 or so older
teenagers and then announced, to the collective groans of
disappointment, that he had enough and would everyone please
return to their seats or leave if they wished. He sent a
couple of newly deputised seniors to collect two benches and
line them up front of the crowd. The women watched these
preparations with dread in their hearts. There was no way
any of this boded well for their modesty.

The Sheriff turned his attention back to the cheerleaders.
"OK ladies if you will just take off your outer clothes and
your shoes and socks and place them in the box." There was a
sigh of relief, perhaps they would escape being naked after
all; underwear was almost like a bikini right? Most of them
were wearing sports bras and two layers of pantyhose, so
they were more covered than they would normally have been.
The Sheriff grinned as the women undressed quickly in an
effort to get this over with as quickly as possible. Oh how
he loved to build up their hopes and then dash them! "That's
right ladies; put it all in the crates. Remember once
something is in the crate it becomes county property and you
can't touch it until we give it back to you. If you do we
may have to administer summary justice. Don't worry though
the Judge will see that everything's above board and legal."
With this awful warning ringing in their ears the women
started to worry again.

The Sheriff walked up and down in front of the line. "Now if
you'll just put the rest of your clothes in the crates we
can get started with the search." The women reacted with a
babble of voices. It was hard to make out much but the gist
of the complaining was that it wasn't fair. The Sheriff
spoke again, "OK if you ladies would like to come with me to
the police station, we'll continue with the search there and
we'll be able to take blood samples. Of course you will have
to stay until we get the results." Holly and the rest of
them looked at each other and they realised that they had no
choice. Holly's hands slipped into the waistband of her
pantyhose and she pushed them down, taking care not to take
her panties with them. A small part of her realised that
this was futile; that she would have to remove them soon
enough anyway, but she wanted to put it off for as long as
possible. Soon everyone would know that Holly shaved herself
there. The Sheriff encouraged them.

"That's the way ladies; get them clothes off and into the
crate; the sooner you're undressed the sooner we can get you
searched and out of here." All too soon Holly and the rest
of them were undoing their bras. With a shrug, Holly slipped
her bra off and dropped in the crate; now there were only
her panties. Taking a deep breath she slipped her fingers
into the waistband and slid them over her hips and down to
her feet. With a practised flip of her foot she kicked them
into the crate. Suddenly the reality of her predicament hit
her: she was naked in front of hundreds of people all of
whom were seeing her naked, right now! She covered her
breasts and vulva with her hand and arm in the tradition of
naked women everywhere.

"That's very good." The Sheriff enthused. "Now come and
stand behind the benches here." The women walked reluctantly
towards the crowd. "OK ladies, if you'll just put your hands
on your heads and spread your legs the deputies can pat you
down before we move on to your cavity searches." With a moan
of embarrassment, Holly did as she was directed. An older
teenager stood to one side of her; she glanced at him and
gasped again. It was her next-door neighbour's son, Steven!
Holly blushed crimson as she felt him running his hands
gently over her body. His hands lingered somewhat on her
breasts as he lifted each of them in turn and then Holly
cringed as the stroked smoothly down her stomach. She
breathed a sigh of relief as he knelt and started to check
each calf; but her relief was short lived as he began to
feel her thighs, first the outside and then the soft skin of
her inner thigh. Closer and closer she could feel her face
burning as the gentle fingers finally stroked her shaven
vulva with one hand and with the other he stroked her bottom
and delved quickly between them. Holly moaned once more as
she realised that Steven's gentleness had turned her on and
her embarrassment was complete as she realised that everyone
would be able to see her juices glistening on her pussy
lips.

The Sheriff purred contentedly and when the last pat down
was completed, he prepared to administer the final
humiliation of the cavity searches on the naked
cheerleaders. "Very good ladies; very cooperative of you.
Now please step over the bench and kneel on it facing away
from the audience. Holly began to get a very bad feeling
about this; from this vantage point she could see the crate
containing her uniform; it was only a few feet away, but it
might as well have been on the moon. The Sheriff's next
instructions confirmed her worst fears. "Now spread those
knees wide ladies; we need to have complete access for your
cavity search." Holly's face was crimson once more as she
did as she was told. She was a little puzzled, as she
couldn't see how they could do a rectal search this way.
Then the Sheriff completed the latest humiliation by
instructing them to bend forward and place their hands on
the floor on the other side of the bench. This position left
Holly completely exposed. Her widespread legs meant that
both her outer and her inner pussy lips had pulled open and
the forward bend spread her buttocks so that everyone in the
crowd could see the little brown rosette of her anus. But
this wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing for Holly was
that she could not remember the last time she had been so
turned on. Perhaps no one would know. Perhaps …

"Sheriff I don't think I'll need the lubricant for this one.
There's pussy juice leaking down her legs." Steven's voice
came to her ears as though from a great distance as he
informed the Sheriff - and everyone else - that she was a
wanton slut that got turned on by the horrific exposure of
this cavity search procedure. The glove clad fingers
insinuated themselves into her pussy and Holly groaned as
she felt pressure on her clit as well. Her face and body
were flushed carmine with embarrassment and arousal as her
neighbour's son carefully searched her pussy and took her to
a shuddering orgasm in the process. The crowd was ecstatic.
Someone had hooked up a video camera to the scoreboard
display and the whole procedure was being displayed so that
no one would miss a thing; not a twitch or a gasp. Wasn't
technology wonderful, thought the Sheriff, making a mental
note to thank Natalie for the tip-off. He wondered if it was
worth invoking the vagrancy laws but decided against it;
there would be other times. The Sheriff was a very happy man
as another evening in Stripsearch County drew to a close.

-Fin-

--
/~arty

[jean.amelot]

THE WAITING IS OVER
By Arty (with thanks to Joe Doe!)

ASHLEY ALONG WITH HER TEN FORMER CLIENTS IS KNEELING STARK
NAKED OVER A PICNIC TABLE WITH HER LEGS SPREAD WAITING FOR
HER CAVITY SEARCH TO BEGIN. THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL TEAM IS
GETTING AN UNEXPECTED TREAT AFTER THEIR BEST START YET. WHEN
THE VIDEO CLUB ARRIVE TO FILM THEM THE SEARCHES CAN BEGIN!


The eleven women bent over the picnic table writhed almost
silently as the desire to close their embarrassingly
widespread thighs or rest their luscious buttocks, warred
with the ever present knowledge of Coach Smith's hard hand
striking their unprotected fanny.

Occasionally a slap was heard followed by sharp intake of
breath and a groan as another of the women gave into
temptation and was 'reminded', by the Coach, of the proper
position.

Snatches of conversation and laughter could be heard from
the assembled football players as they milled about trying
to get the best views of the naked women. Coach had promised
them a reward but this was beyond all expectations!

Eleven cute little bottoms waved gently around and around as
Stanley continued his play-acting with his fist and two
fingers. Eleven pussies glistened wetly in the harsh
lighting of the gym. Eleven cute little butt holes winked
shyly from the shadows of the women's widely spread
buttocks. Stanley once more thrust his fingers sharply into
the hole made by his loosely clenched fist and eleven voices
groaned as one!

Five minutes after Ashley had joined the rest of them at the
table, raising her naked butt high in the air and splaying
her thighs - widely exposing her neatly trimmed pussy and
asshole for all to see, the door to the hall opened to admit
three more students each carrying a metal case.

The draft of air from the open door was felt by all the
women around their widespread pussies and across their
shamefully exposed anuses; causing a collective of shiver of
anticipation. Several of the women craned their necks to see
who else had come to view their humiliating predicament!

"Eyes front! Keep those beautiful buttocks up in the air
now! Spread those lovely legs wide!" the Coach was enjoying
his appointed task of making sure that the women kept their
shameful exposure as great as possible. Walking down the row
of women he could see that all of them were highly aroused
and their pussy juices were starting to run down their legs.

The Sheriff grinned his recognition of the newcomers, "Ahh!
The camera crew! Not long now ladies."

A loud cheer came from the assembled football players.

A collective groan rose from the picnic table as the women
realised that only minutes separated them from having their
humiliation recorded for all to view. They realised all too
well that the chances of this tape remaining private were
virtually none. Each of them agonised over the realisation
that soon they would not know if the next person they met
may not already have seen their most intimate places
violated by the grinning Sheriff and his 'deputy'.

Stanley went over to help the guys from the fraternity video
club. He was friends with most of them and greeted them all
by name.

"Set the camera up behind Cindy she's the one with the most
time in front of the camera so it will be nothing new for
her. That's right isn't it Cindy?" Said the Sheriff. "When
she's done we'll move the next lady into position for us to
investigate."

Cindy moaned as the vision of her sparkling career as a
female Dan Rather being flushed down the can filled her
head.

The camera crew quickly set up their gear and set about
adjusting the field of view and ensuring the right depth of
field. Once it was all set up the cameraman glanced at the
can of Crisco. "You won't need no extra lubrication for this
one; her pussy juice is all down her thighs."

On hearing this Cindy flamed red and tears of shame trickled
down her cheeks. Would the humiliation never end?

Meanwhile Coach Smith was encouraging the women to widen
their legs still further, "Let's see some pink shall we?
Let's make the job easier for the Sheriff and Stanley!
Spread those legs wide ladies!" With not so gentle slaps to
the inside of the women's legs he forced them to spread
their legs even wider. Slowly but surely the women's pussy
lips spread open revealing their shamefully pink inner lips.
The Sheriff nodded his encouragement to Coach Smith and went
back to his reading.

The Sheriff had been reading the Judgement and said. "Looks
like I will have to search the clothes again in front of the
camera. Judge Searchem wants the whole thing documented.
Have you guys got enough tape for that?"

The frat. guy, who was acting as the director for this shoot
nodded yes, "Sure. We can go a couple of hours before we
have to change tapes. And the external battery kit is good
for four or five hours altogether."

The eleven naked women gasped at the thought that they'd be
spending hours in this shameful state.

"Oh I don't think we'll need more than an hour or so!"
Turning to the women, "you should all be on your way by ten
past four!"

"That's good. The basket ball team start practising at
quarter past," the Coach said. Another collective moan
greeted this pronouncement and once more all eyes turned to
watch the clock.

Stanley realised that that the Coach was yet another kindred
spirit.

The director nodded to the Sheriff, "We're ready when you
are Sheriff. Just nod your head when you're ready to start."

The Sheriff moved to where the milk crate containing Cindy's
clothes was placed; picked it up and placed the crate on the
bench seat opposite where Cindy was bent over. Cindy moaned
in frustration, as this was the closest that she had been to
her clothes in almost 2 hours. The yearning in her gaze was
obvious as the Sheriff lifted her panties from the crate and
started to speak.

"Sorry Sheriff. You need to tell us when you want to start,
or if you like I'll tell you when we're ready." the director
interrupted.

"I've always wanted to be a film star!" the Sheriff joked.
"You just shout 'Action!' when you want me to start." He put
the panties back into the crate and Cindy moaned again in
frustration. Would this torment never end?

The director spoke to the cameraman. "Make sure to keep
Cindy in shot while the Sheriff is speaking." Then he turned
to face the Sheriff, "Action!"

The Sheriff picked up the panties again and started to
speak. "This is a film record of the search of Cindy Johnson
under the terms of the search warrant..." as he was speaking
he was gently fondling Cindy's sheer, high cut panties.
Cindy's eyes never left her panties; her yearning for
clothing even just her panties was a physical thing. The
Sheriff continued with his spiel as he carefully searched
each piece of clothing making sure that Cindy had a good
long look at the clothes that she had last worn two hours
ago. Eventually he finished and the last item of clothing
was dropped back into the crate. Tears of frustration and
shame leaked from Cindy's eyes and rolled silently down her
face as she looked at her clothes just inches from her face.

Cindy gasped as the Sheriff picked up the two rubber gloves
that were in front of her; her flaming face paled in shock;
in a few minutes her cavity search would begin. The Sheriff
and Stanley would don the gloves and one after the other
they would carefully insinuate their rubber-clad fingers
into pussy and anus! "Oh God! Please don't! I promise I
don't have any drugs. Please, Please..." she pleaded with
the Sheriff.

"Don't worry little lady. Just a few minutes more and it
will all be over for you and you can get dressed." The
Sheriff said soothingly as he snapped the rubber glove on
next to her ear making her jump slightly in surprise. Then
she gasped as the Coach smacked the inside of her thigh to
make her spread her legs again.

The Sheriff looked at Cindy's glistening thighs and said to
camera, "It's obvious that Cindy is already well lubricated
so I won't be using any artificial lubrication." Kneeling
down so that he wouldn't block the shot the Sheriff prepared
to start the first cavity search. Cindy shuddered in shame
as the Sheriff spoke. Then moaned as the Sheriff's rubber
clad fingers started to feel all around her pussy and anus.
The Sheriff described what he was doing for the benefit of
the camera and Stanley, who was to be performing the
'double-check'. Cindy's butt writhed gently and the Sheriff
had to tell her to keep still several times. Using first one
then two and finally three fingers the Sheriff invaded
Cindy's snatch. She cried out in shame and humiliation as
the Sheriff stuck his fingers into her steaming pussy. "It
sure is hot in here!" the Sheriff joked.

As the Sheriff carefully probed Cindy's innermost secrets he
was careful to keep his thumb strategically placed over her
clitoris and Cindy was ashamed to realise that her arousal
was growing! Oh God if he didn't stop soon she was going to
cum! Oh God Please let him stop soon! Maybe he will stop
soon! Oh God! Please make him stop! Please make him ...
please ... please...

The Sheriff had no intention of stopping before Cindy had
cum!

With a cry of abject shame Cindy exploded in one of the most
shattering orgasms of her sheltered life. Her hips bucked
and writhed as she fucked the air and groaned out her shame.
With a final unearthly scream she collapsed onto the picnic
table. The Sheriff withdrew his fingers from Cindy's still
spasming pussy.

"It's always best if the search subject can be stimulated to
orgasm before the anal search as the contractions tend to
dislodge anything that may be hidden there." The Sheriff
noted in a detached professional voice.

Stanley grinned at the Sheriff. Someone had definitely
turned the air-conditioning up in Satan's domain!

With a sharp slap to her shapely backside the Sheriff
encouraged Cindy, "That's enough of a rest, little lady!
Back into position! Let's see that sexy little butt in the
air. That's better; now get those legs spread! I haven't got
all day! I have to check out that cute little asshole of
yours and there's ten more to do!"

The rest of the women gasped as they realised that they were
all going to be subject to the same humiliating process;
they were all going to be made to cum, moaning, gasping and
screaming in front of the camera, its crew, Stanley, the
Sheriff and the football team! There was no way out.

Ashley glanced at the clock 3:15. Ten women, five minutes
per search - fifty minutes - nearly an hour at least before
they reached her! And the basketball team was due in an hour
too!

Cindy moaned her dismay and with further encouragement from
the Sheriff, she hoisted her shapely backside back into
position and spread her thighs as widely as she could. The
Sheriff pointed out to Stanley and the Camera how Cindy's
pussy gaped open now so that a visual inspection was also
possible if required, another benefit of bringing the search
subject to orgasm.

Speaking to camera again the Sheriff said. "The subject's
natural lubrication should be enough for me to search her
anal cavity. If not I'll be happy to use the Crisco that the
college has so kindly provided." So saying he slid his
forefinger into Cindy's gaping snatch and stirred about for
a few seconds. This drew a groan from Cindy; then he
withdrew his finger and placed it against Cindy's anus.
"Pretend you have to poop, little lady and this won't hurt a
bit!" With a moan of humiliation Cindy did as she is told
and the Sheriff's forefinger slips into her ass.

The Sheriff was know standing to one side of Cindy so that
the camera had an unobstructed view of the Sheriff's hand
twisting this way and that as he thoroughly examined the
thoroughly humiliated TV newswoman. With the unnatural
feeling of the Sheriff finger in her rectum Cindy was unable
to keep still. The Sheriff said nothing but placed his other
hand underneath her and pressed upwards. Cindy froze. As if
by accident the Sheriff's middle finger had slipped between
her pussy lips and rested directly on her clit. Continuing
to slide his gloved finger in and out of her anus the
Sheriff gently moved the middle finger of his other hand
over her nub. Still aroused from her first orgasm Cindy was
helpless to prevent herself from cumming a second time.
Sobbing from the shame of her exposure and the humiliation
of being forced to orgasm against her will in front of so
many, Cindy collapsed for a second time on to the picnic
table.

"Back into position young lady! It's time for my 'Deputy'
here to check that I haven't missed anything!"

"She doesn't seem very keen on the idea Sheriff," smirked
Stanley, "perhaps she'd like to wait until we've finished
the rest of 'em?"

Cindy gasped at the thought of extending her exposure a
minute longer than necessary. "It's OK! I'm ready now." So
saying she raised herself back into position, would this
torment never end? Her face flamed crimson again as she
spread her legs once more and exposed her soaking pussy to
the camera and the other occupants of the hall. The insides
of her thighs glistened wetly and the smell of her arousal
was obvious to everyone at the picnic table.

"Are you absolutely sure you're ready?" said the Sheriff
with exaggerated concern. "Maybe you should make it clear to
the 'folks at home'?"

Arching her stomach towards the table Cindy and blushing
furiously, she turned her head to face the camera and spoke,
"I'm ready for Deputy Johnson to perform my search." With a
moan of shame at how quickly she had submitted to the
Sheriff's mind-games she turned and hid her face between her
forearms.

Stanley stepped forward and pulled on his rubber glove.
"It'll be my pleasure ma'am. I can't tell you how pleased I
am to be 'helping' out such a well known lady as yourself!"
So saying he slid two fingers into Cindy and began his
explorations. By now Cindy was in a state of abject shame
and surrendered to Stanley's ministrations without a fight.
He quickly brought her off and then duplicated the Sheriffs
actions when searching her anal passage. Cindy was beyond
protest. Four orgasms in front of the college football team
and on tape, her mind refused to contemplate it any more and
she lay motionless on the table.

The ten others were in turmoil. For over two hours they had
been kept exposed and humiliated and now they had listened
as first the Sheriff and then Stanley had brought Cindy to
two powerful orgasms. The realisation that their turn was
only a few minutes away was crushing.

"Up you get Ms. Johnson. Please stand and face the camera
and read the words on this here card." The Sheriff assisted
Cindy in rising from the table. She groaned as she stood up.
She had been bent over the table for over two hours and her
body protested at the abuse. Finally she stood before the
camera. In her bemused state her mind latched onto the
familiarity of reading off a cue card in front of camera and
before she could stop herself she read aloud the word on the
card. Making the necessary substitutions without thinking.

"I, Cindy Johnson, do declare that I have been searched
under warrant by the Sheriff and his appointed
representatives with my consent and have suffered no adverse
effects from the search, which has been conducted properly
in accordance with state law as amended by local
ordinances."

What had she done? Her conscious mind caught up with her
mouth, but by then it was too late. She had just absolved
the Sheriff of any wrongdoing and consented to the search!
The Sheriff picked up the milk carton containing her clothes
and gave it to Cindy who automatically took it from him.

"Now just take these here clothes of yours and go and stand
over there by the wall bars."

"Can I get dressed now?" Cindy was appalled by the
submissiveness in her voice, but could do nothing about it.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Johnson, you're still in my custody and
until I've had a chance to finish the paperwork you have to
be treated like we treat all potential criminals." The
Sheriff shrugged his shoulders as if to say that if he had
his way it would be no problem, but rules were rules. "So if
you'll just go with Stanley here he'll make sure that you're
safe and sound. When we've completed all the searches you'll
all be free to get dressed and leave."

Too tired to argue Cindy followed Stanley to where the
Sheriff had indicated. With no protest she had raised her
hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. The
football team got a look at her breast for the first time
and more than a few whistles could be heard. Making her
spread her legs again she was made to place the milk carton
between her legs so that she could feel the edges of the
carton against the insides of her calves and making it
impossible to bring her feet together. Her clothes. Her
clothes. There they were just between her feet, but she
couldn't reach them. Oh God what have I done to deserve
this?

The Sheriff nodded his approval at Stanley's arrangements
and prepared to search his next victim.

Cindy watched as Jane was made to slide across in front of
the camera. All the while making sure that her legs were
kept widely spread. Why did that matter? Apart from
ratcheting up the humilation. The Sheriff and Stanley donned
new gloves and Jane's search followed the same route as
Cindy's. Jane's scent joined Cindy's as she was brought to
four crashing orgasms. In the same helpless fashion she
carried her own clothes to join Cindy. After the awful
exposure of the picnic table standing with just your breasts
and pussy exposed felt almost like being clothed! This
feeling soon wore off as the constant stream of comments
from the football team reached their ears.

In this fashion the line of women next to the wall bars grew
and the line of exposed anuses fell, until Ashley was the
only woman left at the table. The clock stood at 4pm. Taking
his time the Sheriff searched through Ashley's bag. He
couldn't believe his luck. She didn't have any cash.

"Well, what have we here. Ms Perry Mason seems to be in
violation of local ordinance 214.10!"

"But that's the vagrancy law", gasped Ashley "you can't be
serious?"

"You should have at least $200 on your person at all times.
That's a day in the police cells Ms. Johnston."

"But I have credit cards! I can go to the ATM and get cash
any time!"

"Well I don't know nuthin' about that. Tell you what Ms.
Johnston you come see me a week from now and show me $200
and I won't consider pressing charges of solicitation. It
seems to me that's the only way you can earn the cash you
need right now!"

Realising that she had better shut up before things got
worse. How could they get worse? She wondered. But not
wanting to find out she said, "Ok Sheriff I'll be happy to
show you the money next week."

"Well that's right good of you Ms. Johnston! No doubt you
won't mind volunteering to be properly searched during your
visit will you?"

In a tremulous voice Ashley agreed to the Sheriffs demand.

"Well let's get to it. The basketball team's due at any time
and their season definitely doesn't deserve the kind of
'reward' that the football team is getting!"

By now the procedure is very familiar to all concerned and
with all the exposure and the female scent in the air Ashley
is soon helplessly orgasming under the experienced fingers
of the Sheriff. By now it was standard practise for the
victim to request the 'double-check' search from Stanley and
he was quickly forcing Ashley to squirm and wriggle to two
more tremendous cums. As quickly as she is able she takes
her position with the other ten women and waits impatiently
as the Sheriff signs off the search warrants. At his
suggestion the camera crew make a walking shot along the row
of naked women. The clock is showing 4:08 and the women are
desperate. Finally the Sheriff brings a release form for
each of the women to sign.

As each woman dashes off their signature she grabs her
clothing and starts dressing desperate to get some covering
before the hall doors open to let the basketball team in for
their practise. Just as Ashley is pulling on her jacket the
minute hand of the clock clicks onto 4:15 and the doors bang
open to admit. A single student in a tracksuit, looking
around he slaps his forehead and says to no one in
particular, "Darn practise has been moved to tormorrow!"

Before any of the women can say anything, the Sheriff spoke
again. "I'd like to thank you, ladies, for your cooperation
today, it's been a pleasure! And I'd just like to thank you
all for allowing us to use the video that we shot today as
part of our ongoing training in 'Advanced Strip Search
Techniques' - did I forget to remind you tick the
non-disclosure box I'm always forgetting! Darn well it's too
late now. I'll make sure that each get a copy of the video
though, it's the least we can do. You all have a nice day
now!"

With the cheers of the football team in their ears and
thoughts of public humiliation in their minds the eleven
women leave the hall.

-Fin-