Joe Doe Spinoff - Game, Set, Match!
Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2024 2:36 am
Author's note: This story is a sequel to "Game On!" It is recommended that you read that first.
Game, Set, Match!
"All rise!"
The courtroom stood as the judge entered. Apart from the prosecution, the defendant ah his lawyer, there weren't many people present - tax evasion cases were seldom exciting.
"Be seated."
Ashley and Janice took their places. The judge banged his gavel. "Court is now in session. Unites States versus Bighorn Jr." He nodded at Janice. "You may begin counsel."
Ashley smiled with satisfaction as Janice laid out the evidence. Finally, she was going to take him down! Sheriff Bighorn, the scourge of Stripsearch County, the man who had humiliated her dozens of times and forced her to work as a prostitute. He was about to get his comeuppance! Justice for her hard-worked holes and the numerous times he had reddened her little rump with his leather strap.
She and Janice had met in law school years ago, but their careers had moved along different parts. Ashley had become a defense attorney, whereas Janice had gone to work for the Treasury Department, pursuing those who failed to give Uncle Sam his dues. It was Janice who Ashley had turned to when she realised that she had something she could use against the Sheriff.
"Your honour, the defendant has, for many years, failed to declare his full income," Janice said. "He receives cash payments every week as his share in an organised prostitution ring, and from a local strip club. The large amount of unpaid tax, and the systematic evasion for at least two decades make this an offense of the highest order."
Ashley silently wondered how much of that money had been earned by her. She had done four stints at the prison, each time being put to work at the truckstop. Her slender body had been available to any man willing to pay - and with the prices set low, there were many of them. All of her orifices had been filled, again and again, with hard, working-class cock. She had been the Sheriff's top earner - but now she was going to cost him everything. Tax evasion on this scale - he was going to serve time, no question.
She turned to look at him and gloat. To her surprise he seemed unconcerned. He returned her gaze with a small smile and winked.
She turned away, her smile replaced by a look of confusion. He was facing jail time and the loss of his retirement fund - he should have been trembling with fear! Her confidence began to wane. He must have something up his sleeve - but what? True, his lawyer was the notoriously slippery Saul Goodman, but surely even Goodman couldn't weasel his way out of this one. She began to feel apprehensive - her encounters with the Sheriff never ended well...
After Janice had made her case, the Sheriff's lawyer had taken the floor - and demolished her within the space of a few minutes.
"My client does not deny any of the facts presented by the prosecution," he said calmly. "But he vigorously denies any wrongdoing. Firstly, your honour, prostitution is legal in Stripsearch county, provided it is conducted at a properly licensed venue. Both the truckstop and the local stripclub have the necessary licenses, signed by Judge Search'em himself."
"Objection!" Janine jumped to her feet. "This case is not about the source of the money. It's about the failure to declare income! The Sheriff has been depositing that money into a bank account on a weekly basis For over two decades!"
Goodman held up a finger to indicate that he was not finished. The judge bowed his head, granting him the right to continue.
"My client does not deny that either. In fact, he proudly acknowledges it. But the account is not in his name."
"Objection!" Janine shouted. "The account is in his aunt's name, and she has been dead for fifteen years. The Sheriff is the sole beneficiary of her estate, which means everything in that account belongs to him!"
"Actually, no," Goodman replied with a smirk. "You see, your honor, after the passing of his dearly beloved aunt, God rest her soul, my client set up a charity fund with that account. And while he has been DEPOSITING money into said account, he has never made a single withdrawal. So the funds within are technically not his, and he has not spent one penny of them."
"Because that's his retirement fund!" Janine retorted. "Judge, that money has been deposited by the Sheriff, and is under his exclusive control. So regardless of whether he has spent any of it, it is still income, and has not been declared, which makes it a violation of tax law!"
"It WOULD, Goodman said, "If not for the fact that this account is a charity fund with a stated purpose. Your honour, my client has not profited in any way through these deposits. The only beneficiaries of this noble endeavour have been the county police dogs. This charity generously pays for their flea collars every month. I have the receipts here." He walked up to the judge and handed him a sheaf of paper.
The judge flipped through the pages. "This all seems in order. Counsel for the prosecution, do you have any evidence that the accused has used these funds for his own benefit?"
Janine was dumbstruck. She had built her case on undeclared income - and now she found that she couldn't prove it. The sheriff's cunning machinations had scuttled her case before she even set foot in court. She wracked her brain, trying desperately to salvage something from the wreckage - but there was nothing to be had.
"No, your honour," she sighed in defeat.
"Very well. The prosecution has failed to prove any wrongdoing, and this case is dismissed." The judge raised his gavel. "BUT" he continued with heavy emphasis, "I find that the prosecution, AND the witness have lodged a groundless case against an upstanding citizen and officer of the law. As such, I find them to be in contempt of court - which empowers me to sentence them without further discussion or trial. Bailiff, remand these women in custody." He brought the hammer down with a sharp cracking noise that sent shivers down the spines of the two young women he had declared to be criminals.
Janine and Ashley were promptly bundled through a side door and led to the holding cell. Only after the Bailiff had slammed the door and walked away did they manage to collect their thoughts. What had just happened?
"God. Fucking. DAMN!" Janice spat venomously. "I cannot believe this shit!"
Ashley was also stunned. "We had him! We had the bastard!"
She had been so looking forward to turning the tables on the Sheriff. After all the times she - and countless other women - had been his plaything, she had expected a triumphant reversal that would end his reign in Stripsearch County. But now he had won yet again!
The pair seethed for several minutes, eventually sighing in defeat and sitting on the cot against the wall. After a brief pause, Janice turned to her companion. "You really wanted this didn't you? It was personal."
Ashley nodded.
"What did he do to you?"
So far, Ashley had been tight-lipped about what she had endured in Stripsearch County, giving her friend only a vague description of her various ordeals, but now, after their crushing defeat, she needed to vent. She told Janice everything, starting with the background on the Sheriff, and how his main source of entertainment was strip and cavity searching attractive women - with the legal stamp of the local judge. She described the gyno table that stood in the front room of the station, facing a window wall so passers-by could watch the fun.
"Any pretty girl in the county ends up on his table eventually. For them it's just a rite of passage. But he mainly targets women who are just passing through. He just loves how shocked and humiliated they are when they have to spread and be probed in front of a crowd. The local girls know to expect it, so it isn't such a big deal for them. And his absolute favourite targets are professional women. He says they need to be taken down a few notches." She sighed. "And it does take you down. It's pretty hard to get back to normal when you've been spread out and forced to cum like that. And of course there's always video footage, so everyone you work with has seen it. That's probably the worst part. Every lawyer I meet, every judge I argue in front of, has seen me naked and moaning like a slut. They smile, snigger, talk behind your back - sometimes joke to your face."
Janice couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You CAME? While being searched? In front of strangers?"
"Twice. Once for each hole. He's had years of experience, and he's patient. He'll use a vibrator if he has to."
"How did it happen? What did he arrest you for?"
Ashley took a deep breath. "It started with Terri London. She was one of my classmates in High School. I went into law, she went into journalism - but we kept in touch, a few emails and facebook messages over the years. So when she needed legal help, she called me. She had heard about what goes on in Stripsearch County, and wanted to interview some of the women in the prison farm. Once they found out who she was, the warden refused, so she needed some legal pressure to make it happen. She called me. The local judges weren't any help - they all benefit from the forced prostitution, so I had to go to Judge Fields - she's in the same state, and has enough authority to hand down a binding court order. I lodged a first amendment claim and she signed off on it, so Terri got to do her interviews. She learned about the searches, the forced labour and prostitution, and she worked on a media piece to expose it all. She wanted more interviews, but the prison stonewalled her, and when I called, they just kept me on hold forever. So I drove down to show them Field's court order, to make sure they couldn't refuse without committing an offense."
She shook her head. "Biggest mistake I ever made. I was driving through town - signpost said the speed limit was 30, but suddenly a police cruiser came up from behind, lights on. The sheriff told me that the limit had dropped to fifteen, and I was now guilty of 'reckless driving'. Technically he's right - but the sign that says fifteen is covered by bushes, I didn't have a chance of reading it. Not that it mattered. It's one of the things he uses so he can haul women into his search room. And you get the full treatment, as long as you're pretty enough. In my case though, it was personal. I'd helped Terri expose him - so he wanted to make sure I didn't do it again."
She sighed again.
"So there I was, down at the station, looking at his gyno table. And a bunch of locals outside, waiting for the show to start. When he told me to strip off I refused, said only a woman could search me, and there couldn't be anyone else present. Another mistake. He deputised a couple of locals, and before I knew it I was bent over the reception desk, while he brought out his leather strap."
Ashley had been paddled at school - frequently. So the first half-dozen swats were bearable. But it soon became clear that there was no limit to what the Sheriff would give her.
"He just whipped me till I gave in," she said glumly. "So I ended up on the table anyway, just with a welted ass." She shrugged. "It made the nudity easier at least. All I could think of was how much my butt hurt. For a while at least. Once the burn settled down I was more concerned about having my legs open and his fingers up me, in front of all those yokels. And I had plenty of time to think about it. He likes to go slow. If you've got anything more than a landing strip he'll shave you bare. Then he'll play with your pussy lips, spread them open, show everyone how pink you are. Then it's the cavity search. First one finger, then two. Slow and deep. He's surprisingly gentle - I've had gynos who weren't as good, but he's in there as long as it takes. Back and forth, twisting and teasing, thrusting and stretching. You can't help yourself in the end. I've been on that table a few times now, and it's best just to relax and wait for the inevitable. Eventually he'll make you come, no point fighting it."
Janice could hardly believe her ears. "He makes you orgasm? With people watching?"
"Oh yeah. And you come hard. The public exposure, the fact that you're being forced against your will - it makes it more intense. Best orgasms I've ever had were on that table."
Janice's mind reeled. She was glad that she had never visited Stripsearch county!
"And then he searches your asshole," Ashley said. "Takes it slow, gets two fingers up there. It's uncomfortable, but not painful - long as you don't fight it. He rogers you good while he teases your clit. So you come again." She shivered at the memory. The powerful orgasms that wracked her body even as her cheeks burned with shame... She had never felt anything like it - at least, not until she had worked at the truckstop.
"So, after he'd finished 'processing' me, he threw me into a cell overnight, then brought me before the judge next morning. I got three months for reckless driving, no trial, no appeal. So they sent me to the local prison. You have to "earn your keep" down there. For unattractive women it's hard labour on the prison farm, but if you're pretty you work at the truckstop. I'll get to that later."
The Sheriff's picture-window was one of the town's main attractions, regularly putting on a fine display for the locals, but a few months after Ashley's first ill-fated visit, the Sheriff had upped the ante by performing a mass-search of a dozen women at a basketball game. She hadn't witnessed it in person, but word soon spread and she found the video on the internet. A former cheerleading squad had returned to make a special appearance. All in their mid to late thirties, all still fit and beautiful. The Sheriff had turned up after the game, and announced that he had found a packet of weed in their locker room following a tipoff.
"He made them strip on the court, and put their clothes in plastic crates," Ashley said.
"In front of the crowd?" Janice was aghast.
"Oh, he gave them a choice. Offered to take them down to the station and be searched there - but said if he did that, they'd be drug tested and anyone who came up positive would be presumed to be the owner of the packet. So they gave in - even signed consent forms." She shook her head. "He likes to play games like that. Manipulates you into doing what he wants and making you look like you're happy to do it. So they ended up naked, hands on heads so everyone could get a good look. But the fun didn't end there of course."
A couple of benches had been dragged onto the court, and the mortified women ordered to kneel on them, facing away from the crowd. They then had to spread their legs and bend over to place their hands on the ground. This of course meant that the delighted onlookers had the best possible view of their well-toned behinds, perfectly-groomed pussies, and tight little assholes. But the final humiliation was yet to come.
"He deputised a bunch of teenagers to do their searches," Ashley told her friend. "So they got fingered by boys who were young enough to be their sons. And they weren't allowed off the bench until they had orgasmed of course." She rolled her eyes. "Remember how clueless high-school boys are? Some off those women were there for a long time. A couple ended up giving instructions to their searchers about how to make them come, just to get it over with."
Janice was stunned. "How does he get away with this?"
"He's buddies with the Judge, that's how. And the townsfolk love to watch of course, so they keep re-electing him."
Not long after that event, Ashley had a second encounter with the Sheriff. She had been called by one of her clients, who told her that she was about to get publicly searched at the College.
"I called the courthouse to find out what the hell was going on. Turned out, the Sheriff had a 'Jane Doe' warrant to search any woman who wasn't a student or faculty member. I filed a restraining order, and they faxed it through to me."
When she burst into the gymnasium where the search was to take place, she found ten women, already stripped naked, bent over picnic benches, holes on display. The football team was watching and laughing, keen for the main action to start.
"The College was holding a seminar on female empowerment," she continued. "So he had a bunch of his favourite victims - professional types from out of town, all high-class, educated women who were there to speak to students. They'd already lost their dignity, but I hoped I could at least spare them the cavity searches." She shook her head. "Fat chance of that. The Sheriff agreed to follow the restraining order, which said to hold off until 3 o'clock - but he wouldn't let them dress, or even stand. So they had to stay there, legs wide, asses up. That was bad enough - but things can always get worse in Stripsearch County, and this time was no exception. You see, the Sheriff had a couple of females deputies with him, who were going to perform the searches. Unusually considerate of him - but the delay meant they would go off-duty, and the Sheriff would do it himself. Once they heard that, the women gave in. Offered to accept their searches now at the hands of the deputies rather than wait and get them from the Sheriff. They ended up BEGGING to be searched." She smiled grimly. "See what I mean about his manipulation?"
Janice nodded slowly.
"Of course, he said he had to abide by the restraining order, so they'd have to wait. He loves to drag things out, build up the anticipation. It must have been torture for them to stay like that - it took nearly an hour before the review of the warrant was faxed through to the faculty office. By then the deputies were gone, so he deputised some little nerd and told everyone that the boy would be performing a second check after he was done. So they were going to get each hole probed - TWICE!"
Janice's stomach turned at the thought.
"Little shit couldn't believe his luck! It was probably the first time he'd ever get to touch a woman. He put two pairs of latex gloves on the table in front of each of them, so they could think about what was going to happen. The tension was unbearable. Eventually the review got delivered to us. Surprise, surprise, it had been reviewed by the same judge who issued the warrant in the first place. Not only did he say the warrant was in order, he declared that I fell under the description too. So a minute later I was on the table beside them, naked and looking at my own gloves." She heaved a sigh. "The worst part is the waiting. At least I didn't have to wait as long as the other women did."
She recalled the sinking feeling in her stomach when she heard the Judges decree, and the knot of tension that steadily grew as her turn approached.
"Cindy Jamison was first. She's a reporter - and she got more 'exposure' than she'd ever wanted. They had video cameras set up by now - one for her face, one for the rear view. And she got the full treatment. Holes stretched out, moaning and gasping, made to come twice. She was in tears by the time the Sheriff was finished. The kid - Stanley I think his name was, offered to leave her double-check until he was done with the rest of us, but she couldn't bear the thought of staying on the table any longer, so she asked to be searched immediately."
"More manipulation," Janice said.
"Exactly. You always end up playing his game. She was a total wreck by the time Stanley had searched her. She climbed off the table and the Sheriff handed a card to read out. It said, 'I have consented to be searched and have suffered no harm. I am grateful that local law enforcement has been so thorough."
"So she basically thanked him for what he put her through?"
"Yup. We all did." Ashley chewed her lip "You know, getting searched by Stanley was worse than getting it from the Sheriff. He had smaller fingers, but it was just so humiliating to get explored by a teenager. And he'll be jerking off to it for the rest of his life. I guess now I know how the cheerleaders felt."
There was a postscript to the story, but she chose not to share it with Janice. Ashley happened to know that a few of the women had returned to Stripsearch County at later dates and experienced the Southern hospitality of the Sheriff's search room and gyno table. Sharon Lewis, the President of a small bank branch, drove down once or twice a month to strip and spread in front of a crowd of appreciative rednecks. Some women just couldn't get enough! She wasn't the only repeat customer either. Cindy Jamison also found reasons to visit, and the stirrups were always ready and waiting... As for Ashley herself, she was a special case. Her work brought her to the county on a regular basis, and she was frequently on the table herself, or else kneeling over a bench, knees wide, spreading her cheeks for his gloved fingers - always with an audience of course. Sometimes he'd pull her over and bend her over the hood of her own car, making her wriggle and gasp for the entertainment of passers-by as he probed her, long and deep. But the public exposure and forced orgasms weren't the main attraction of Stripsearch County - Not for Ashley anyway... There were times that she hated herself for coming back for more, but she had urges that could not be denied.
"Of course, the video got around, and someone at the office saw it. I came in one morning and found a couple of stillshots on the noticeboard. One of my asshole getting reamed out by Stanley, the other of my face as I came. I was about to tear them down, but I knew the damage was already done, so I just wrote 'the best pussy you'll never have' on one, and 'how I feel after ditching you losers at the end of the day' on the other."
Janice snorted with laughter.
"It drives them wild that they can't have me." Ashley though about the dozens of working-class men who had been between her thighs and smiled. She was available to the average Joe - but untouchable by her colleagues. "Of course, that makes them angry and frustrated, but when a man's worked up like that, he can be manipulated too." Playing mind-games with horny men had been another skill she had learned at the truckstop - one that had proved surprisingly useful in the practice of law.
Game, Set, Match!
"All rise!"
The courtroom stood as the judge entered. Apart from the prosecution, the defendant ah his lawyer, there weren't many people present - tax evasion cases were seldom exciting.
"Be seated."
Ashley and Janice took their places. The judge banged his gavel. "Court is now in session. Unites States versus Bighorn Jr." He nodded at Janice. "You may begin counsel."
Ashley smiled with satisfaction as Janice laid out the evidence. Finally, she was going to take him down! Sheriff Bighorn, the scourge of Stripsearch County, the man who had humiliated her dozens of times and forced her to work as a prostitute. He was about to get his comeuppance! Justice for her hard-worked holes and the numerous times he had reddened her little rump with his leather strap.
She and Janice had met in law school years ago, but their careers had moved along different parts. Ashley had become a defense attorney, whereas Janice had gone to work for the Treasury Department, pursuing those who failed to give Uncle Sam his dues. It was Janice who Ashley had turned to when she realised that she had something she could use against the Sheriff.
"Your honour, the defendant has, for many years, failed to declare his full income," Janice said. "He receives cash payments every week as his share in an organised prostitution ring, and from a local strip club. The large amount of unpaid tax, and the systematic evasion for at least two decades make this an offense of the highest order."
Ashley silently wondered how much of that money had been earned by her. She had done four stints at the prison, each time being put to work at the truckstop. Her slender body had been available to any man willing to pay - and with the prices set low, there were many of them. All of her orifices had been filled, again and again, with hard, working-class cock. She had been the Sheriff's top earner - but now she was going to cost him everything. Tax evasion on this scale - he was going to serve time, no question.
She turned to look at him and gloat. To her surprise he seemed unconcerned. He returned her gaze with a small smile and winked.
She turned away, her smile replaced by a look of confusion. He was facing jail time and the loss of his retirement fund - he should have been trembling with fear! Her confidence began to wane. He must have something up his sleeve - but what? True, his lawyer was the notoriously slippery Saul Goodman, but surely even Goodman couldn't weasel his way out of this one. She began to feel apprehensive - her encounters with the Sheriff never ended well...
After Janice had made her case, the Sheriff's lawyer had taken the floor - and demolished her within the space of a few minutes.
"My client does not deny any of the facts presented by the prosecution," he said calmly. "But he vigorously denies any wrongdoing. Firstly, your honour, prostitution is legal in Stripsearch county, provided it is conducted at a properly licensed venue. Both the truckstop and the local stripclub have the necessary licenses, signed by Judge Search'em himself."
"Objection!" Janine jumped to her feet. "This case is not about the source of the money. It's about the failure to declare income! The Sheriff has been depositing that money into a bank account on a weekly basis For over two decades!"
Goodman held up a finger to indicate that he was not finished. The judge bowed his head, granting him the right to continue.
"My client does not deny that either. In fact, he proudly acknowledges it. But the account is not in his name."
"Objection!" Janine shouted. "The account is in his aunt's name, and she has been dead for fifteen years. The Sheriff is the sole beneficiary of her estate, which means everything in that account belongs to him!"
"Actually, no," Goodman replied with a smirk. "You see, your honor, after the passing of his dearly beloved aunt, God rest her soul, my client set up a charity fund with that account. And while he has been DEPOSITING money into said account, he has never made a single withdrawal. So the funds within are technically not his, and he has not spent one penny of them."
"Because that's his retirement fund!" Janine retorted. "Judge, that money has been deposited by the Sheriff, and is under his exclusive control. So regardless of whether he has spent any of it, it is still income, and has not been declared, which makes it a violation of tax law!"
"It WOULD, Goodman said, "If not for the fact that this account is a charity fund with a stated purpose. Your honour, my client has not profited in any way through these deposits. The only beneficiaries of this noble endeavour have been the county police dogs. This charity generously pays for their flea collars every month. I have the receipts here." He walked up to the judge and handed him a sheaf of paper.
The judge flipped through the pages. "This all seems in order. Counsel for the prosecution, do you have any evidence that the accused has used these funds for his own benefit?"
Janine was dumbstruck. She had built her case on undeclared income - and now she found that she couldn't prove it. The sheriff's cunning machinations had scuttled her case before she even set foot in court. She wracked her brain, trying desperately to salvage something from the wreckage - but there was nothing to be had.
"No, your honour," she sighed in defeat.
"Very well. The prosecution has failed to prove any wrongdoing, and this case is dismissed." The judge raised his gavel. "BUT" he continued with heavy emphasis, "I find that the prosecution, AND the witness have lodged a groundless case against an upstanding citizen and officer of the law. As such, I find them to be in contempt of court - which empowers me to sentence them without further discussion or trial. Bailiff, remand these women in custody." He brought the hammer down with a sharp cracking noise that sent shivers down the spines of the two young women he had declared to be criminals.
Janine and Ashley were promptly bundled through a side door and led to the holding cell. Only after the Bailiff had slammed the door and walked away did they manage to collect their thoughts. What had just happened?
"God. Fucking. DAMN!" Janice spat venomously. "I cannot believe this shit!"
Ashley was also stunned. "We had him! We had the bastard!"
She had been so looking forward to turning the tables on the Sheriff. After all the times she - and countless other women - had been his plaything, she had expected a triumphant reversal that would end his reign in Stripsearch County. But now he had won yet again!
The pair seethed for several minutes, eventually sighing in defeat and sitting on the cot against the wall. After a brief pause, Janice turned to her companion. "You really wanted this didn't you? It was personal."
Ashley nodded.
"What did he do to you?"
So far, Ashley had been tight-lipped about what she had endured in Stripsearch County, giving her friend only a vague description of her various ordeals, but now, after their crushing defeat, she needed to vent. She told Janice everything, starting with the background on the Sheriff, and how his main source of entertainment was strip and cavity searching attractive women - with the legal stamp of the local judge. She described the gyno table that stood in the front room of the station, facing a window wall so passers-by could watch the fun.
"Any pretty girl in the county ends up on his table eventually. For them it's just a rite of passage. But he mainly targets women who are just passing through. He just loves how shocked and humiliated they are when they have to spread and be probed in front of a crowd. The local girls know to expect it, so it isn't such a big deal for them. And his absolute favourite targets are professional women. He says they need to be taken down a few notches." She sighed. "And it does take you down. It's pretty hard to get back to normal when you've been spread out and forced to cum like that. And of course there's always video footage, so everyone you work with has seen it. That's probably the worst part. Every lawyer I meet, every judge I argue in front of, has seen me naked and moaning like a slut. They smile, snigger, talk behind your back - sometimes joke to your face."
Janice couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You CAME? While being searched? In front of strangers?"
"Twice. Once for each hole. He's had years of experience, and he's patient. He'll use a vibrator if he has to."
"How did it happen? What did he arrest you for?"
Ashley took a deep breath. "It started with Terri London. She was one of my classmates in High School. I went into law, she went into journalism - but we kept in touch, a few emails and facebook messages over the years. So when she needed legal help, she called me. She had heard about what goes on in Stripsearch County, and wanted to interview some of the women in the prison farm. Once they found out who she was, the warden refused, so she needed some legal pressure to make it happen. She called me. The local judges weren't any help - they all benefit from the forced prostitution, so I had to go to Judge Fields - she's in the same state, and has enough authority to hand down a binding court order. I lodged a first amendment claim and she signed off on it, so Terri got to do her interviews. She learned about the searches, the forced labour and prostitution, and she worked on a media piece to expose it all. She wanted more interviews, but the prison stonewalled her, and when I called, they just kept me on hold forever. So I drove down to show them Field's court order, to make sure they couldn't refuse without committing an offense."
She shook her head. "Biggest mistake I ever made. I was driving through town - signpost said the speed limit was 30, but suddenly a police cruiser came up from behind, lights on. The sheriff told me that the limit had dropped to fifteen, and I was now guilty of 'reckless driving'. Technically he's right - but the sign that says fifteen is covered by bushes, I didn't have a chance of reading it. Not that it mattered. It's one of the things he uses so he can haul women into his search room. And you get the full treatment, as long as you're pretty enough. In my case though, it was personal. I'd helped Terri expose him - so he wanted to make sure I didn't do it again."
She sighed again.
"So there I was, down at the station, looking at his gyno table. And a bunch of locals outside, waiting for the show to start. When he told me to strip off I refused, said only a woman could search me, and there couldn't be anyone else present. Another mistake. He deputised a couple of locals, and before I knew it I was bent over the reception desk, while he brought out his leather strap."
Ashley had been paddled at school - frequently. So the first half-dozen swats were bearable. But it soon became clear that there was no limit to what the Sheriff would give her.
"He just whipped me till I gave in," she said glumly. "So I ended up on the table anyway, just with a welted ass." She shrugged. "It made the nudity easier at least. All I could think of was how much my butt hurt. For a while at least. Once the burn settled down I was more concerned about having my legs open and his fingers up me, in front of all those yokels. And I had plenty of time to think about it. He likes to go slow. If you've got anything more than a landing strip he'll shave you bare. Then he'll play with your pussy lips, spread them open, show everyone how pink you are. Then it's the cavity search. First one finger, then two. Slow and deep. He's surprisingly gentle - I've had gynos who weren't as good, but he's in there as long as it takes. Back and forth, twisting and teasing, thrusting and stretching. You can't help yourself in the end. I've been on that table a few times now, and it's best just to relax and wait for the inevitable. Eventually he'll make you come, no point fighting it."
Janice could hardly believe her ears. "He makes you orgasm? With people watching?"
"Oh yeah. And you come hard. The public exposure, the fact that you're being forced against your will - it makes it more intense. Best orgasms I've ever had were on that table."
Janice's mind reeled. She was glad that she had never visited Stripsearch county!
"And then he searches your asshole," Ashley said. "Takes it slow, gets two fingers up there. It's uncomfortable, but not painful - long as you don't fight it. He rogers you good while he teases your clit. So you come again." She shivered at the memory. The powerful orgasms that wracked her body even as her cheeks burned with shame... She had never felt anything like it - at least, not until she had worked at the truckstop.
"So, after he'd finished 'processing' me, he threw me into a cell overnight, then brought me before the judge next morning. I got three months for reckless driving, no trial, no appeal. So they sent me to the local prison. You have to "earn your keep" down there. For unattractive women it's hard labour on the prison farm, but if you're pretty you work at the truckstop. I'll get to that later."
The Sheriff's picture-window was one of the town's main attractions, regularly putting on a fine display for the locals, but a few months after Ashley's first ill-fated visit, the Sheriff had upped the ante by performing a mass-search of a dozen women at a basketball game. She hadn't witnessed it in person, but word soon spread and she found the video on the internet. A former cheerleading squad had returned to make a special appearance. All in their mid to late thirties, all still fit and beautiful. The Sheriff had turned up after the game, and announced that he had found a packet of weed in their locker room following a tipoff.
"He made them strip on the court, and put their clothes in plastic crates," Ashley said.
"In front of the crowd?" Janice was aghast.
"Oh, he gave them a choice. Offered to take them down to the station and be searched there - but said if he did that, they'd be drug tested and anyone who came up positive would be presumed to be the owner of the packet. So they gave in - even signed consent forms." She shook her head. "He likes to play games like that. Manipulates you into doing what he wants and making you look like you're happy to do it. So they ended up naked, hands on heads so everyone could get a good look. But the fun didn't end there of course."
A couple of benches had been dragged onto the court, and the mortified women ordered to kneel on them, facing away from the crowd. They then had to spread their legs and bend over to place their hands on the ground. This of course meant that the delighted onlookers had the best possible view of their well-toned behinds, perfectly-groomed pussies, and tight little assholes. But the final humiliation was yet to come.
"He deputised a bunch of teenagers to do their searches," Ashley told her friend. "So they got fingered by boys who were young enough to be their sons. And they weren't allowed off the bench until they had orgasmed of course." She rolled her eyes. "Remember how clueless high-school boys are? Some off those women were there for a long time. A couple ended up giving instructions to their searchers about how to make them come, just to get it over with."
Janice was stunned. "How does he get away with this?"
"He's buddies with the Judge, that's how. And the townsfolk love to watch of course, so they keep re-electing him."
Not long after that event, Ashley had a second encounter with the Sheriff. She had been called by one of her clients, who told her that she was about to get publicly searched at the College.
"I called the courthouse to find out what the hell was going on. Turned out, the Sheriff had a 'Jane Doe' warrant to search any woman who wasn't a student or faculty member. I filed a restraining order, and they faxed it through to me."
When she burst into the gymnasium where the search was to take place, she found ten women, already stripped naked, bent over picnic benches, holes on display. The football team was watching and laughing, keen for the main action to start.
"The College was holding a seminar on female empowerment," she continued. "So he had a bunch of his favourite victims - professional types from out of town, all high-class, educated women who were there to speak to students. They'd already lost their dignity, but I hoped I could at least spare them the cavity searches." She shook her head. "Fat chance of that. The Sheriff agreed to follow the restraining order, which said to hold off until 3 o'clock - but he wouldn't let them dress, or even stand. So they had to stay there, legs wide, asses up. That was bad enough - but things can always get worse in Stripsearch County, and this time was no exception. You see, the Sheriff had a couple of females deputies with him, who were going to perform the searches. Unusually considerate of him - but the delay meant they would go off-duty, and the Sheriff would do it himself. Once they heard that, the women gave in. Offered to accept their searches now at the hands of the deputies rather than wait and get them from the Sheriff. They ended up BEGGING to be searched." She smiled grimly. "See what I mean about his manipulation?"
Janice nodded slowly.
"Of course, he said he had to abide by the restraining order, so they'd have to wait. He loves to drag things out, build up the anticipation. It must have been torture for them to stay like that - it took nearly an hour before the review of the warrant was faxed through to the faculty office. By then the deputies were gone, so he deputised some little nerd and told everyone that the boy would be performing a second check after he was done. So they were going to get each hole probed - TWICE!"
Janice's stomach turned at the thought.
"Little shit couldn't believe his luck! It was probably the first time he'd ever get to touch a woman. He put two pairs of latex gloves on the table in front of each of them, so they could think about what was going to happen. The tension was unbearable. Eventually the review got delivered to us. Surprise, surprise, it had been reviewed by the same judge who issued the warrant in the first place. Not only did he say the warrant was in order, he declared that I fell under the description too. So a minute later I was on the table beside them, naked and looking at my own gloves." She heaved a sigh. "The worst part is the waiting. At least I didn't have to wait as long as the other women did."
She recalled the sinking feeling in her stomach when she heard the Judges decree, and the knot of tension that steadily grew as her turn approached.
"Cindy Jamison was first. She's a reporter - and she got more 'exposure' than she'd ever wanted. They had video cameras set up by now - one for her face, one for the rear view. And she got the full treatment. Holes stretched out, moaning and gasping, made to come twice. She was in tears by the time the Sheriff was finished. The kid - Stanley I think his name was, offered to leave her double-check until he was done with the rest of us, but she couldn't bear the thought of staying on the table any longer, so she asked to be searched immediately."
"More manipulation," Janice said.
"Exactly. You always end up playing his game. She was a total wreck by the time Stanley had searched her. She climbed off the table and the Sheriff handed a card to read out. It said, 'I have consented to be searched and have suffered no harm. I am grateful that local law enforcement has been so thorough."
"So she basically thanked him for what he put her through?"
"Yup. We all did." Ashley chewed her lip "You know, getting searched by Stanley was worse than getting it from the Sheriff. He had smaller fingers, but it was just so humiliating to get explored by a teenager. And he'll be jerking off to it for the rest of his life. I guess now I know how the cheerleaders felt."
There was a postscript to the story, but she chose not to share it with Janice. Ashley happened to know that a few of the women had returned to Stripsearch County at later dates and experienced the Southern hospitality of the Sheriff's search room and gyno table. Sharon Lewis, the President of a small bank branch, drove down once or twice a month to strip and spread in front of a crowd of appreciative rednecks. Some women just couldn't get enough! She wasn't the only repeat customer either. Cindy Jamison also found reasons to visit, and the stirrups were always ready and waiting... As for Ashley herself, she was a special case. Her work brought her to the county on a regular basis, and she was frequently on the table herself, or else kneeling over a bench, knees wide, spreading her cheeks for his gloved fingers - always with an audience of course. Sometimes he'd pull her over and bend her over the hood of her own car, making her wriggle and gasp for the entertainment of passers-by as he probed her, long and deep. But the public exposure and forced orgasms weren't the main attraction of Stripsearch County - Not for Ashley anyway... There were times that she hated herself for coming back for more, but she had urges that could not be denied.
"Of course, the video got around, and someone at the office saw it. I came in one morning and found a couple of stillshots on the noticeboard. One of my asshole getting reamed out by Stanley, the other of my face as I came. I was about to tear them down, but I knew the damage was already done, so I just wrote 'the best pussy you'll never have' on one, and 'how I feel after ditching you losers at the end of the day' on the other."
Janice snorted with laughter.
"It drives them wild that they can't have me." Ashley though about the dozens of working-class men who had been between her thighs and smiled. She was available to the average Joe - but untouchable by her colleagues. "Of course, that makes them angry and frustrated, but when a man's worked up like that, he can be manipulated too." Playing mind-games with horny men had been another skill she had learned at the truckstop - one that had proved surprisingly useful in the practice of law.