Joe Doe sequel - Inside Look
Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2020 9:37 am
Inside Look
Author's note: this is a sequel to the Joe Doe story, "Teasing Terri"
(This story is also available as a downloadable file in my "Story Archive" thread.)
Terri stood in the front room of the Sherrif's office, wearing nothing but her small lacy panties. Her hands were on her head, allowing the excited crowd at the window a good view of her slim body and firm breasts. Her eyes were on the floor, her face crimson at her embarrassment. But she knew the worst was yet to come. Soon her panties would join the rest of her clothes in the plastic crate - and then she would be ordered to lie on the gyno bench that faced the window so that her body could be searched in the most intimate, invasive fashion. Compounding her humiliation was the fact that her panties showed an obvious wet spot on the front. The anticipation of her search, combined with the forced removal of her clothes had triggered an unwanted response. Her heart was pounding and her breath was fast and shallow.
"Well then, time to lose those knickers, miss fancy-pants reporter!" grinned the Sherrif. "Just slip 'em down and hand them over."
Terri swallowed hard. She had known what would happen when she walked into the station. Her months of research into the Sherrif's appalling treatment of women had taught her what to expect - but she knew now that nothing could really prepare her for this. As an investigative journalist she had to get deep into her stories - and in this case, it meant that the Sherrif was going to go deep inside her as well!
Reluctantly she lowered her hands and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drew them down. The flimsy underwear teased her skin as she pulled it over her wide hips and firm buttocks. Now her small patch of neatly-trimmed pussy hair was visible. Slowly, she bent forward to take lower her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them as the men outside clapped and cheered. She held her underwear out at arm's length so that the Sherrif could take it from her.
"Hands back on your head! Legs apart!"
Terri complied, shuffling her feet to open her legs and lacing her fingers behind her head. She was now completely naked, visible to the eyes and cameras of the excited crowd.
"Got a juicy one here!" laughed the Sherrif. He turned to the window and held up her panties for all to see. "Miss London is clearly enjoying herself!"
The men laughed again. Terri was just one of the countless women who had been stripped in front of them over the years - but they never tired of the sight. The sheriff always chose the most beautiful women for his degrading performances - guaranteeing that he got re-elected year after year.
Soon Terri's panties were sealed in a zip-lock bag and placed on top of the folded pile of clothes in the crate. They would stay there until she was released from the local jail/prison farm - and that would be another three months at least.
Why had she put herself in this position? She could have just run her story with the statements given to her by the Sherrif's many victims. But that wouldn't have got the publicity she needed. She had to endure it personally, had to give a first-hand account of exactly what went on down in Strip-Search County. When she first heard the stories she had been sceptical - surely this sort of thing was illegal? But her friend Ashley had confirmed it was all true.
"Any girl worth looking at is a target," she told Terri. "He can always find some flimsy excuse to arrest you, and getting stripsearched is just the beginning."
The Sherrif hadn't needed to find an excuse for arresting Terri - she had given him one herself. At the conclusion of her interview questions were the two that sealed her fate. First she had admitted to having a broken tail-light, then asked if she had broken any laws by driving around town with her car in that condition. She knew full well that she had. She also knew that what would normally be a ticketing offence would guarantee that she got the full treatment that he gave to attractive women. This better be worth it! she thought grimly. A lewd story such as this was bound to get national attention, putting her face on the front page of every newspaper. Unfortunately it meant that the rest of her was going to be famous as well...
The Sherrif stepped behind her. "Time for your pat-down!" he declared. It was totally unnecessary since she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit, but he missed no chance to cop a good feel of the lovely ladies who passed through his custody. His hands ran up her sides, around her front and cupped her full breasts. She trembled as his fingers traced over her nipples with surprising gentleness. "A fine pair!" he said in satisfaction, squeezing the luscious mounds. "And all natural!"
He felt down over her flat tummy and over her hips and thighs. Her buttocks were massaged firmly, his fingers teasing the cleft between her cheeks.
"Alrighty, now turn around and bend over."
Terri complied, putting her back toward the window and bending double to hold her ankles. Her toned ass was stretched tight, eliciting lewd compliments from the men outside.
"Spread'em girl! Show the good people what you've got!"
Terri moved her feet apart.
"Wider!" A large hand smacked her bottom. "It's show and tell time! Legs wide and spread those cheeks!
Terri opened her legs wider, buttocks parting so that all could see her feminine charms. She reached back to grasp her globes and pulled them apart to give a clear view. The small patch of hair on her mound didn't cover the lower section of her pussy and now her slit was visible below her tiny light-brown asshole. She was now displaying herself in the most shameless way - not even her boyfriends had seen her like this!
The crowd was delighted.
"That's it baby! Show us the goods!"
"Nice little ring sweetheart!"
The sheriff stepped behind her and nodded appreciatively. "Not bad, not bad at all," he said approvingly. "Needs a bleaching, but they'll take care of that down on the farm."
Anal bleaching? Terri was stunned. As a natural beauty she was used to being admired and lusted after, but now even her rear entrance was expected to be presentable!
She held the awkward position while cellphones clicked and filmed. It was humiliating - yet also strangely arousing. She knew that the men watching would be boiling with lust, their hard cocks straining in their pants. And the show had barely begun...
"Okay then - time to proceed. Stand up!"
Terri straightened up, her face beet-red. Everyone knew what was coming next, and she looked nervously at the sheriff as she waited for his command.
"On the table missy! Time for your cavity search!"
Terri shuddered. Her courage was close to failing her - but then she remembered that women who didn't cooperate could expect a good thrashing from the leather strap known as "Old Betsy". One way or another she was going to get on the gyno table - and she didn't want to be sobbing like a spanked schoolgirl when she did. She looked over at the table, her stomach turning at the thought of what awaited her. But there was no turning back now - the moment she had entered the station her fate was sealed.
Soon she was lying back on the padded surface. Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up, spreading her legs to place her in the cold metal stirrups. She folded her arms over her breasts - but the sheriff was having none of it.
"Hands behind your head!" he barked. "Don't want to spoil the view for all these good folk do you?"
Terri looked at the ceiling as she obeyed him. She was now on full display like a Penthouse centrefold, but blushing like a virgin bride. She heard a cupboard being opened and the grinning sheriff produced a tray holding a metal bowl, a can of shaving cream - and a razor.
"Got to shave that bush now!" he said happily. "Can't do a proper search unless I can see what I'm doing!"
It didn't take long to remove her pubic hair. Once the job was done the sheriff stepped back so all could see his handiwork. Her mound was now perfectly smooth, making her feel more exposed than ever before.
"That's one pretty little pussy!" called a man from outside the window. "I'll lick that for you anytime sweetheart!"
Despite her embarrassment, Terri was gratified to hear the compliment. More cheers and catcalls affirmed the crowd's enthusiasm.
"Look at those lips!"
"Nice clam honey!"
"I knew she'd have a beautiful beaver! You owe me ten bucks!"
"This is just temporary of course," the sheriff told her as he packed away the shaving gear. "But down on the farm you'll get a full laser treatment. Pussy, legs, armpits - you'll never have to shave again! Don't say I'm not good to my girls!"
Terri was well aware that his "generosity" was only inspired by the need to maximise the earning potential of the women who worked at the truckstop, but she knew better than to point this out. It was galling to think that she would spend the rest of her life bare as a baby!
She had hoped that her expose on the secret life of StripSearch County would galvanise an outraged public into pressuring for change - but the gawking crowd at the front window was making her doubt this. When even the women of the town seemed keen to see her on display, it was getting harder to believe that the story she hoped to present would be received the way she intended...
Her musings were interrupted by the squeak of thin rubber as the sheriff pulled on his latex glove.
"Time for the main event!" he smirked. "I know how you rich types are fond of cocaine - can't have you smuggling anything into the county jail, can I?"
Terri swallowed hard. Her nudity was bad enough, but she was about to have her most intimate places invaded! Her Pulitzer prize-winning idea was looking worse by the moment...
"Just relax honey." The sheriff placed his ungloved hand on her mound, spreading her outer lips with his fingers. "Doesn't hurt if you don't fight it."
Terri closed her eyes. Ashley had told her every detail of the search procedure, how he would investigate her tight little spaces to their full depths - but now that she was helpless and spread out it was so much worse than she had expected. She cringed as he teased her most sensitive places.
"Don't worry miss. I've had hundreds of girls on this chair - none of them came to any harm! Well, their pride maybe, but that's hardly a big deal!" His finger traced over her labia. "Those sure are some pretty pink lips Terri. The boys round here will love to see them on stage at the club." He pressed gently at her opening. "You're a lucky girl to have such a nice pussy. Now open wide and say AHHH!" He pushed in firmly.
"OOOOOOHHHH!" Terri moaned. His finger was sliding inside her, not hard, but the intrusion made her squirm. "Ah! Ahh! AAAAAHHHH!"
"Good thing you're lubed up!" he chuckled. "Some girls are still dry when I do this - it doesn't go well for them!" He plunged deeper. "But you're ready for it, aren't you! You knew what was coming when you came here. It's a funny thing, but the more prim and proper a woman acts, the wetter she gets when she's on the table. It's like you secretly want it - ain't that right?"
Terri couldn't answer him. She was squirming on the table, her feet held in place and her hands still behind her head - she dared not try to stop him. She was experiencing the "in-depth" story that she had come for - and despite her shame (or perhaps because of it?) she was learning how her friend felt when at the sheriff's mercy. Her channel was slick with her juices, tight around his finger as she tried to keep him out - and that only served to increase the sensations as her body was explored.
"Did Ashley tell you about the time she tried to stop one of my drug sweeps?" the Sherrif moved his finger in slow circles, teasing Terri's moist pussy. "I had ten snooty bitches bent over, ready to be probed - and then she came in waving a restraining order." He chuckled at the memory. "Silly girl should have known better. I had a Jane Doe warrant from Judge Searchem - gave me the right to search any woman on the campus who wasn't a student or member of the administration. Lucky for me, they were having one of those 'female empowerment' seminars, so there were a bunch of stuck-up skirtsuit types invited to give speeches. Being the considerate sort, I WAS going to have them searched by female deputies, but young Ashley got in the way." He slid his finger back and forth inside her, making her quiver with excitement.
Terri knew the story. Ashley had told it to her over drinks one night - how she received a call from one of her clients, and had attempted to save the women from their demeaning cavity searches - and how it had ended in even greater humiliation. The sheriff had smirkingly agreed to obey the restraining order - but not to suspend the search procedure until it was officially cancelled. So the women had been forced to stay in the search position, kneeling over a bench with their legs wide and holes on display for an hour while the judge considered Ashley's request. During that awkward, embarrassing delay, the female deputies had gone off-duty - leaving only the sheriff and a deputised student to conduct the searches. As the women had waited anxiously, hoping that they would get a reprieve, the teenage boy had carefully placed a pair of latex gloves in front of each one - the gloves that would be used to search them.
The wait had been agonising. The physical discomfort had been bad enough - but the uncertainty of the outcome had added mental torture to the ordeal. All of the women were highly-educated professionals, and the prospect of being cavity searched by the Sherrif and his new 'deputy' was stomach-turning. To make matters worse, the football team had entered the gym during the wait, providing an unwelcome audience. And the Sherrif had rubbed it in further by requesting a team to videotape the whole procedure! "Legal reasons!" he had said. "Can't have any of you claiming that you were treated unfairly! Now we'll have a detailed record that shows I followed the letter of the law."
Of course, the 'law' that governed intimate searches had been modified by Judge Searchem. Not only had he decreed that any woman fitting the description could be subject to a full cavity search, but that the gymnasium in which the searches were conducted was considered to be a 'non-public' area, as it was part of the university campus. So while that gave the sheriff full license to invade the openings of the attractive young women that his deputies had rounded up, it also meant that any student had a right to enter and watch!
Just one minute before the restraining order was due to expire, the judge had faxed a court order to the Sherrif. Predictably, it had upheld the 'Jane Doe' warrant, affirming the searches as legal. But there was another surprise. Since Ashley herself was neither student nor administration, she fell under the provision of the warrant - meaning that she too would be searched!
"She should have seen that cumming!" laughed the Sherrif. "Or maybe she did. She was pretty quick to shuck off her expensive suit and get over the bench! Maybe she just wanted me to start with her and get it over with - but that's not how I work."
He carefully stimulated Terri's love-tunnel, enough to keep her on the edge of orgasm, but not enough to send her over. She could feel her juices seeping out past his fingers, dripping from her lips. God, why did he have to drag it out? It was obvious she had nothing inside her.
"You see, anticipation is like foreplay. I could just bend a girl over, drop her panties and go prospecting, but that wouldn't be satisfying for either of us. She has to know what's going to happen, has to have time to think about it. The more time she has, the wetter she gets! And that's an essential part of the whole process."
Terri moaned softly. She was more aroused than she had ever been. Her exposure in front of the Sherrif and the leering men at the window was both shameful and stimulating. She had always been proud of her trim young body - but being displayed in front of a crowd was different. She knew that they all lusted after her, knew that they would all be jerking off to the memory that night. While the thought excited her, it was also shameful to think that she had been reduced to the equivalent of a porn star - naked and spread open for all to see. Now she knew how Ashley had felt as she knelt over the bench with her legs spread, the football team jeering and joking while they admired the view.
The Sherrif was an enthusiastic enforcer of law when it came to beautiful young women, and there wasn't a single good-looking girl in the whole county who hadn't wiggled on the end of his fingers at one time or another. Ashley's search hadn't been the first one performed on front of an audience either.
A few months previously, the high school had held a basketball match that included a former cheerleading squad as guest performers. They had been a big hit with the crowd during the game - and an even bigger one afterwards. Shortly after the last bell sounded, the Sherrif had strode onto the court, accompanied by deputies carrying the dreaded plasitc crates. One full of gloves and lubricant, the rest empty - to hold the clothes of the unlucky victims. To the horror of the veteran cheerleaders he had announced that a package of weed had been found in their changeroom. Despite the objections of the indignant ladies, they had been forced to strip naked in front of the whole crowd and then kneel on a bench to receive their cavity searches. The Sherrif had deputised some teenage boys to help and all holes had been searched with exhaustive thoroughness. With the precedent for public searches now established, Ashley and her companions had no grounds for appeal.
"He started at the other end of the line," Ashley had told her, while gulping down another drink. "Ten women in front of me - and each had to be searched twice. Once by him, then a 'double-check' by his nerdy little student deputy. So there I was, ass up, head down, looking at those damn gloves while I waited my turn." She shook her head. "Had to keep our legs wide of course, backs arched and bums tight. Like we were keen for it."
She had placed her empty glass on the counter and signalled the bartender for a replacement. "Truth be told, we kind of were."
Terri had stared in astonishment as her friend confessed. "You won't understand till you've been through it," Ashley continued. "But you can't help yourself."
"Surely it's not a turn-on to be treated like that?" Terri had objected.
"Yes and no." Ashley had sipped at her new drink. "Do you like it when guys look at you?"
"Well, it depends..." Terri had felt somewhat uncomfortable. "If it's the right guy..."
"But most of the time it's not," said Ashley bluntly. "It's guys at work you don't want to fuck, or the clerk who takes your order. Or the workmen who whistle at you while you walk past. So, if most of the attention you get is unwanted, why do you dress to invite it?"
"I don't!" Terri protested. But her words were hollow - she knew she was lying.
"Bullshit." Ashley had downed several drinks by now, and was halfway into another. "You wear high heels, a tight blouse, tailored jacket and a mini-skirt. Do you expect me to believe you aren't inviting men to look?"
Terri had blushed. "Well, maybe look - but that's not the same as being naked and showing off your goodies."
"No it's not." Ashley took another swig. "Giving them a view of your pink bits is far more exciting."
"You can't be serious! That's humiliating! And you didn't do it by choice!"
"It is humiliating. And being forced to do it is part of the thrill. Ever been ordered to strip?"
"NO!"
"Ever had to remove your clothes, one piece at a time, put them in a crate and then bend over to show your snatch to a crowd of men?"
"Of course not!"
"Then how would you know?" Ashley was quite drunk by now, her eyes unfocused and her speech slurred. "I had to wait nearly an hour while the other women were searched. First by him, then by Stanley. And it was slow, believe you me. The sheriff searched Cindy Jamison first. He said that since she was a reporter, she should be comfortable being on camera. He explored her long and deep, we all heard her moan. And cum - twice!"
"What the fuck?" Terri couldn't believe her ears. "She CAME while being searched?'
"Like I said, you don't know what it's like. By the time you've stripped in from t of a crowd of men, you feel like a piece of meat. And those girls had been waiting nearly an hour, legs wide, bottoms up. They were already wet - I could smell them." She took another drink. "So, after the Sherrif had searched both her holes he said that his 'deputy' Stanley had to perform a 'double check' - make sure she was all clear. Cindy was sprawled over the table by then, and the grinning little shit offered to let her wait until all the rest of us had been searched until he did her. She couldn't bear the idea of waiting longer in that position, so she ASKED for him to search her right away." She knocked back the last of her drink and pushed the glass aside. "Naturally, he was happy to oblige. She had to stay there while she was brought to orgasm twice more - once in each hole. When it was over she was allowed to stand."
Terri had been stunned at Ashley's revelation. The idea that a cavity search could be not only arousing - but orgasmic? She rejected the idea instinctively, yet she couldn't deny that her own pussy was moist at hearing all of this.
"So then she could dress and leave?"
Ashley snorted. "Fat chance. First she had to stand in front of the video camera and read a card he handed her. Said that she had been properly searched in accordance with local law - and that she had consented!" Ashley waved the bartender to bring her another drink.
"But she didn't consent!"
"Technically, she did. The card told her to say: 'I have willingly presented myself for a cavity search, and granted the Sherrif and his deputy full access to my body so they can ascertain that I was not concealing any illicit substances. I am grateful that law enforcement has carried out their duties so thoroughly."
"ARE YOU KIDDING?" Terri was aghast. "No way she would say that!"
"She'd been stripped, posed for an hour, searched by two men and made to cum four times." Ashley replied. "Her head was so messed up she just read the words automatically. And of course, once she set the example, the rest of them followed suit. Holding still while the sherrif explored them, asking for their double check from the boy, and then reading off the card in front of the camera." She sipped her drink again.
"Just before he got to me, the boys from the AV department discovered they had a spare camera. So he had them set it up in front of me. He told me to look at the camera, and then he asked me if I was ready to be searched."
"And you said no?"
"I said yes."
"You gave in to him?"
"I'd already given in by stripping off." Ashley shrugged. "I was over the table with my legs open - bit late to object then. The sheriff got to me, picked up one of the gloves and pulled it on. Right next to my ear, so I could hear it stretch and creak. Then he told me to keep my eyes on the camera, state my name, and that I was consenting to be searched."
"You can't possibly have said that!" Terri said disbelievingly. "You had a camera on you - you could have had a record that you refused!"
Ashley shook her head. "It was going to happen anyway. The search was legal, a local judge can pash anything within his charter. An' those rednecks give him a pretty wide charter! I jus' wanted it over with. I stuck my ass in the air like a good girl and got searched by an officer of the law. And his teenage deputy. With the entire football team watching! Didn't take long. I was so fucking wet, I couldn't help myself. Never came so hard in my life. So everyone who watches that tape gets to see my O-face. Four times."
Lost in her recollection, Terri had closed her eyes and temporarily forgotten her situation. She cared only about the delicious fantasy running through her head - and the sensations within her tight snatch. "Oh. Oh! OOOOOHHHHH!!!"
Her orgasm took her by surprise, her toes curling and back arching to show off her lovely breasts. "AAAaaahhhhhhhh!" she sighed, slumping back down on the gyno bench as the men outside pointed and laughed.
Terri's face burned as she realised what had happened. She had allowed the Sherrif to make her come - in front of these ogling rednecks! The shame was crushing - like so many other women before her, she had been reduced to a wanton little slut, just another cheap tart to be used and admired. With her legs still spread wide in the stirrups, she was showing everything she had - and thanks to the cellphones in the crowd she could be sure that the whole world would get to see it.
The sheriff smiled. "Don't you worry sweetheart. All the girls I get up on this table learn their place - and they learn to enjoy it! Now then, time for door number two. A good girl like you wouldn't be hiding anything up her ass would you?"
"N, no sir!" Terri replied quietly.
"Then you won't mind if I check you out, will you?"
They both knew that there was only one acceptable answer. "I don't mind," Terri mumbled.
"So I have your permission to perform an anal cavity search?" The sheriff was verbally manoeuvring her into playing his game. "Of course, if you need a break I'll be happy to give you one. You can lie there as long as you like, just let me know when you want to proceed."
Goddamn it! Terri fumed silently. She didn't want to be on display any longer than she could help - she wanted this over! She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't need a break Sherrif. You may search my asshole right now!" She hated herself for playing along with his little game, but she was in no position to argue. She thought of what Ashley had told her - how all the women bent over the picnic table had requested their second search rather than stay exposed for longer. Damn the sheriff! He knew exactly how to manipulate his victims!
There were more cheers from the watching men. "So good of you to cooperate!" chuckled the sheriff. He placed his fingertip against Terri's tight little rosebud and rubbed gently, smearing her own juices over her rear entrance. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for her first ever anal intrusion.
"The anal search is the worst part," Ashley had told her. "He has a big, fat finger and he goes deep. Likes to chat to while he's doing it, ask you how many guys you've taken up the ass. And when you answer, he gives an extra-hard wiggle to make you gasp."
Terri had squirmed as she imagined her friend bent over the table, holding on grimly as her backdoor was investigated. It was outrageous, humiliating - yet strangely arousing...
The finger was pressing harder now, twisting one way and the other, and she could feel it start to enter her. He proceeded with agonising slowness, giving her plenty of time to dwell on what was happening. Her tightest, most private opening, being invaded by a thick, gloved finger! And with an audience no less!
"She's a tight one!" The Sherrif yelled happily. "I bet you've never had a man up that sweet little ring, have you?"
Terri grimaced. "N-no sir!" she gasped. Truth be told, she had long fantasised about it. How did it feel? Did it hurt? Would she cum?
"Anal virgin! That's going to fetch a good price when I auction it off on Bingo night!"
Auctioned? Terri couldn't believe her ears. Her anal virginity sold to the highest bidder?
"Don't fret," said the Sherif reassuringly. "It hurts worst the first time, but all the girls say that after the first dozen guys it's not so bad. After a couple more dozen they start to like it. Take your friend Ashley, for example. The way she shakes her ass when drumming up business, you can tell she's just begging for some hard cock up her backdoor! And the boys never disappoint her!"
Terri was shocked to hear this. Ashley had admitted that she had been forced to give blowjobs as part of her "prison labour" - but had never mentioned that her other holes had been on sale as well - let alone that she might have enjoyed it! Clearly there was more to this story than Terri had suspected...
"Of course, meeting her quota has a lot to do with that," continued the Sherrif. "Did she tell you about that?"
Terri's puzzled look answered for her.
"See, every girl who works the truckstop has to meet an earnings quota. Can't have them slacking off now, can we?" he grinned. "If she doesn't meet her quota, she gets bent over for a good spanking. Then she gets sent to bed with no supper. No breakfast either. By the time they get to work next morning, they are like a new woman! Judge Feilds was a pretty poor performer her first night at the strip club, but after her bed-no-breakfast treatment, she was keen to shake her tits! Leather is the best teacher, I always say."
His finger continued to slide back and forth inside Terri's rectum. It didn't hurt once she learned to relax, and he was gently massaging her clit with his thumb. To her shame, she felt herself becoming aroused again...
"And that's why I visit the local high school once a month." The sheriff was still lecturing. "The principal always rounds up the worst behaved girls for me. Funny how they are always the prettiest!" he laughed happily. "Sure is a sight to see a dozen girls take off their skirts and panties and bend over to take their licks. Course, I don't give them right away."
Terri was squirming uncomfortably. She was getting wet again, stimulated by his skilled touch. And she was dying to hear what happened next...
"A dozen teenage butts on display? No way I'd let that show end soon. I walk up and down the line, telling then what naughty girls they are, and how that I'm giving them what's best for them. Always pat their tushies as I go, to make sure they're paying attention. Then I give them their real swats. Nice and hard, one for each girl. Gives them plenty of time to think about it while they wait for their next."
Terri counted herself lucky that she hadn't attended school in Searc'em county. It had been bad enough being one of her principal's regular victims without getting additional whippings for the entertainment of the Sherrif!
"They remember those sessions, believe me." His voice was satisfied. "Any time I run into a former student, you can see it in her eyes. Nothing like a proper spanking to teach them respect for the law."
He was thrusting faster now, finger-fucking Terri's little ring. She was panting softly, her body tense. Her juices were trickling out of her pussy and oozing onto the sheriff's finger, lubricating him as he plundered her ass. She was close... and while she didn't want to cum again in front of all the watching men, she knew it was inevitable. He wasn't going to stop until he had put her in her place - spreadeagled and moaning with forced pleasure.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned softly, a warm glow spreading through her loins. His finger was deep inside, stimulating parts of her that had never been touched before. And to think that she would be forced to sell her ass - giving it up to any man who had the cash! She would be nothing but a cheap whore, like all the other women on the farm. How many men would make use of her? Would she still be tight afterward? What had she gotten herself into?
The sensations within her built to a climax. Terri's back arched as she came, breasts thrusting upward as she pushed herself down onto his finger, her body surrendering to the pleasure.
"OOOHHHHH GOD!" she screamed, hips bucking as she came hard. For a few moments she knew only bliss. The sheriff withdrew from her body, leaving her open and exhausted, shame now replacing her orgasm. She now knew exactly how Ashley had felt, forced to cum against her will, used like a toy for his amusement. But it was not over yet...
The crinkle of plastic packaging made her open her eyes. To her horror, the sheriff was unwrapping a disposable speculum!
"I leave no stone unturned!" he smirked. "Got to take a look inside to make sure I haven't missed anything!"
How had she forgotten! Ashley had warned her about this - in fact, one of Terri's interview questions had been on this very subject. She watched in dread as the instrument approached her hot, wet vaginal opening.
"Don't worry sweetheart - I've had plenty of practice!"
He wasn't lying. The speculum slipped in with surprising ease. Soon it was buried inside her, and she felt it expand slowly as he worked the ratchet. Her channel was stretched wider... wider than ever before until she gaped open, giving him a clear view inside her body. Her muscles spasmed as she fought against it.
"Stop!" she begged. "That's too much!"
"Won't do you no harm honey! Your body is built for baby-making - this is nothing!"
"Aaahhhhhhh!" Terri tried to wiggle away, but she had nowhere to go. She could only squirm on the table, her discomfort turning to pain as he opened it up to its full extent.
"Alrighty then!" The sheriff peered inside her. "After a full and thorough investigation, I am satisfied that you don't have any contraband hidden in your body." He smiled at her. "Thanks for your cooperation Miss London." He turned to face the front window. "Okay folks, that concludes the official search!"
Terri slumped on the table, glad it was finally over. She had been stripped, searched, prodded and probed - every part of her exposed and explored. Having been made to cum twice had been especially humiliating - she was glad that she would now be alone in a cell to await her transfer to the prison farm. She tried to collect herself and draft some mental notes for her upcoming story - but the sheriff interrupted her thoughts.
"Show's not over yet though! she's still on display - and for only two bucks you can take a good look inside this sweet young pussy! Donations in the box, thirty seconds a peek!"
WHAT THE FUCK!
Terri stared at the sheriff, her eyes wide in disbelief as the men outside rushed to be first in line.
"Think of it as advertising honey." He winked at her. "You won't have any trouble meeting your quota after this!"
Terri's face burned crimson as she realised that her descent into sexual slavery had truly begun....
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Author's note: this is a sequel to the Joe Doe story, "Teasing Terri"
(This story is also available as a downloadable file in my "Story Archive" thread.)
Terri stood in the front room of the Sherrif's office, wearing nothing but her small lacy panties. Her hands were on her head, allowing the excited crowd at the window a good view of her slim body and firm breasts. Her eyes were on the floor, her face crimson at her embarrassment. But she knew the worst was yet to come. Soon her panties would join the rest of her clothes in the plastic crate - and then she would be ordered to lie on the gyno bench that faced the window so that her body could be searched in the most intimate, invasive fashion. Compounding her humiliation was the fact that her panties showed an obvious wet spot on the front. The anticipation of her search, combined with the forced removal of her clothes had triggered an unwanted response. Her heart was pounding and her breath was fast and shallow.
"Well then, time to lose those knickers, miss fancy-pants reporter!" grinned the Sherrif. "Just slip 'em down and hand them over."
Terri swallowed hard. She had known what would happen when she walked into the station. Her months of research into the Sherrif's appalling treatment of women had taught her what to expect - but she knew now that nothing could really prepare her for this. As an investigative journalist she had to get deep into her stories - and in this case, it meant that the Sherrif was going to go deep inside her as well!
Reluctantly she lowered her hands and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drew them down. The flimsy underwear teased her skin as she pulled it over her wide hips and firm buttocks. Now her small patch of neatly-trimmed pussy hair was visible. Slowly, she bent forward to take lower her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them as the men outside clapped and cheered. She held her underwear out at arm's length so that the Sherrif could take it from her.
"Hands back on your head! Legs apart!"
Terri complied, shuffling her feet to open her legs and lacing her fingers behind her head. She was now completely naked, visible to the eyes and cameras of the excited crowd.
"Got a juicy one here!" laughed the Sherrif. He turned to the window and held up her panties for all to see. "Miss London is clearly enjoying herself!"
The men laughed again. Terri was just one of the countless women who had been stripped in front of them over the years - but they never tired of the sight. The sheriff always chose the most beautiful women for his degrading performances - guaranteeing that he got re-elected year after year.
Soon Terri's panties were sealed in a zip-lock bag and placed on top of the folded pile of clothes in the crate. They would stay there until she was released from the local jail/prison farm - and that would be another three months at least.
Why had she put herself in this position? She could have just run her story with the statements given to her by the Sherrif's many victims. But that wouldn't have got the publicity she needed. She had to endure it personally, had to give a first-hand account of exactly what went on down in Strip-Search County. When she first heard the stories she had been sceptical - surely this sort of thing was illegal? But her friend Ashley had confirmed it was all true.
"Any girl worth looking at is a target," she told Terri. "He can always find some flimsy excuse to arrest you, and getting stripsearched is just the beginning."
The Sherrif hadn't needed to find an excuse for arresting Terri - she had given him one herself. At the conclusion of her interview questions were the two that sealed her fate. First she had admitted to having a broken tail-light, then asked if she had broken any laws by driving around town with her car in that condition. She knew full well that she had. She also knew that what would normally be a ticketing offence would guarantee that she got the full treatment that he gave to attractive women. This better be worth it! she thought grimly. A lewd story such as this was bound to get national attention, putting her face on the front page of every newspaper. Unfortunately it meant that the rest of her was going to be famous as well...
The Sherrif stepped behind her. "Time for your pat-down!" he declared. It was totally unnecessary since she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit, but he missed no chance to cop a good feel of the lovely ladies who passed through his custody. His hands ran up her sides, around her front and cupped her full breasts. She trembled as his fingers traced over her nipples with surprising gentleness. "A fine pair!" he said in satisfaction, squeezing the luscious mounds. "And all natural!"
He felt down over her flat tummy and over her hips and thighs. Her buttocks were massaged firmly, his fingers teasing the cleft between her cheeks.
"Alrighty, now turn around and bend over."
Terri complied, putting her back toward the window and bending double to hold her ankles. Her toned ass was stretched tight, eliciting lewd compliments from the men outside.
"Spread'em girl! Show the good people what you've got!"
Terri moved her feet apart.
"Wider!" A large hand smacked her bottom. "It's show and tell time! Legs wide and spread those cheeks!
Terri opened her legs wider, buttocks parting so that all could see her feminine charms. She reached back to grasp her globes and pulled them apart to give a clear view. The small patch of hair on her mound didn't cover the lower section of her pussy and now her slit was visible below her tiny light-brown asshole. She was now displaying herself in the most shameless way - not even her boyfriends had seen her like this!
The crowd was delighted.
"That's it baby! Show us the goods!"
"Nice little ring sweetheart!"
The sheriff stepped behind her and nodded appreciatively. "Not bad, not bad at all," he said approvingly. "Needs a bleaching, but they'll take care of that down on the farm."
Anal bleaching? Terri was stunned. As a natural beauty she was used to being admired and lusted after, but now even her rear entrance was expected to be presentable!
She held the awkward position while cellphones clicked and filmed. It was humiliating - yet also strangely arousing. She knew that the men watching would be boiling with lust, their hard cocks straining in their pants. And the show had barely begun...
"Okay then - time to proceed. Stand up!"
Terri straightened up, her face beet-red. Everyone knew what was coming next, and she looked nervously at the sheriff as she waited for his command.
"On the table missy! Time for your cavity search!"
Terri shuddered. Her courage was close to failing her - but then she remembered that women who didn't cooperate could expect a good thrashing from the leather strap known as "Old Betsy". One way or another she was going to get on the gyno table - and she didn't want to be sobbing like a spanked schoolgirl when she did. She looked over at the table, her stomach turning at the thought of what awaited her. But there was no turning back now - the moment she had entered the station her fate was sealed.
Soon she was lying back on the padded surface. Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet up, spreading her legs to place her in the cold metal stirrups. She folded her arms over her breasts - but the sheriff was having none of it.
"Hands behind your head!" he barked. "Don't want to spoil the view for all these good folk do you?"
Terri looked at the ceiling as she obeyed him. She was now on full display like a Penthouse centrefold, but blushing like a virgin bride. She heard a cupboard being opened and the grinning sheriff produced a tray holding a metal bowl, a can of shaving cream - and a razor.
"Got to shave that bush now!" he said happily. "Can't do a proper search unless I can see what I'm doing!"
It didn't take long to remove her pubic hair. Once the job was done the sheriff stepped back so all could see his handiwork. Her mound was now perfectly smooth, making her feel more exposed than ever before.
"That's one pretty little pussy!" called a man from outside the window. "I'll lick that for you anytime sweetheart!"
Despite her embarrassment, Terri was gratified to hear the compliment. More cheers and catcalls affirmed the crowd's enthusiasm.
"Look at those lips!"
"Nice clam honey!"
"I knew she'd have a beautiful beaver! You owe me ten bucks!"
"This is just temporary of course," the sheriff told her as he packed away the shaving gear. "But down on the farm you'll get a full laser treatment. Pussy, legs, armpits - you'll never have to shave again! Don't say I'm not good to my girls!"
Terri was well aware that his "generosity" was only inspired by the need to maximise the earning potential of the women who worked at the truckstop, but she knew better than to point this out. It was galling to think that she would spend the rest of her life bare as a baby!
She had hoped that her expose on the secret life of StripSearch County would galvanise an outraged public into pressuring for change - but the gawking crowd at the front window was making her doubt this. When even the women of the town seemed keen to see her on display, it was getting harder to believe that the story she hoped to present would be received the way she intended...
Her musings were interrupted by the squeak of thin rubber as the sheriff pulled on his latex glove.
"Time for the main event!" he smirked. "I know how you rich types are fond of cocaine - can't have you smuggling anything into the county jail, can I?"
Terri swallowed hard. Her nudity was bad enough, but she was about to have her most intimate places invaded! Her Pulitzer prize-winning idea was looking worse by the moment...
"Just relax honey." The sheriff placed his ungloved hand on her mound, spreading her outer lips with his fingers. "Doesn't hurt if you don't fight it."
Terri closed her eyes. Ashley had told her every detail of the search procedure, how he would investigate her tight little spaces to their full depths - but now that she was helpless and spread out it was so much worse than she had expected. She cringed as he teased her most sensitive places.
"Don't worry miss. I've had hundreds of girls on this chair - none of them came to any harm! Well, their pride maybe, but that's hardly a big deal!" His finger traced over her labia. "Those sure are some pretty pink lips Terri. The boys round here will love to see them on stage at the club." He pressed gently at her opening. "You're a lucky girl to have such a nice pussy. Now open wide and say AHHH!" He pushed in firmly.
"OOOOOOHHHH!" Terri moaned. His finger was sliding inside her, not hard, but the intrusion made her squirm. "Ah! Ahh! AAAAAHHHH!"
"Good thing you're lubed up!" he chuckled. "Some girls are still dry when I do this - it doesn't go well for them!" He plunged deeper. "But you're ready for it, aren't you! You knew what was coming when you came here. It's a funny thing, but the more prim and proper a woman acts, the wetter she gets when she's on the table. It's like you secretly want it - ain't that right?"
Terri couldn't answer him. She was squirming on the table, her feet held in place and her hands still behind her head - she dared not try to stop him. She was experiencing the "in-depth" story that she had come for - and despite her shame (or perhaps because of it?) she was learning how her friend felt when at the sheriff's mercy. Her channel was slick with her juices, tight around his finger as she tried to keep him out - and that only served to increase the sensations as her body was explored.
"Did Ashley tell you about the time she tried to stop one of my drug sweeps?" the Sherrif moved his finger in slow circles, teasing Terri's moist pussy. "I had ten snooty bitches bent over, ready to be probed - and then she came in waving a restraining order." He chuckled at the memory. "Silly girl should have known better. I had a Jane Doe warrant from Judge Searchem - gave me the right to search any woman on the campus who wasn't a student or member of the administration. Lucky for me, they were having one of those 'female empowerment' seminars, so there were a bunch of stuck-up skirtsuit types invited to give speeches. Being the considerate sort, I WAS going to have them searched by female deputies, but young Ashley got in the way." He slid his finger back and forth inside her, making her quiver with excitement.
Terri knew the story. Ashley had told it to her over drinks one night - how she received a call from one of her clients, and had attempted to save the women from their demeaning cavity searches - and how it had ended in even greater humiliation. The sheriff had smirkingly agreed to obey the restraining order - but not to suspend the search procedure until it was officially cancelled. So the women had been forced to stay in the search position, kneeling over a bench with their legs wide and holes on display for an hour while the judge considered Ashley's request. During that awkward, embarrassing delay, the female deputies had gone off-duty - leaving only the sheriff and a deputised student to conduct the searches. As the women had waited anxiously, hoping that they would get a reprieve, the teenage boy had carefully placed a pair of latex gloves in front of each one - the gloves that would be used to search them.
The wait had been agonising. The physical discomfort had been bad enough - but the uncertainty of the outcome had added mental torture to the ordeal. All of the women were highly-educated professionals, and the prospect of being cavity searched by the Sherrif and his new 'deputy' was stomach-turning. To make matters worse, the football team had entered the gym during the wait, providing an unwelcome audience. And the Sherrif had rubbed it in further by requesting a team to videotape the whole procedure! "Legal reasons!" he had said. "Can't have any of you claiming that you were treated unfairly! Now we'll have a detailed record that shows I followed the letter of the law."
Of course, the 'law' that governed intimate searches had been modified by Judge Searchem. Not only had he decreed that any woman fitting the description could be subject to a full cavity search, but that the gymnasium in which the searches were conducted was considered to be a 'non-public' area, as it was part of the university campus. So while that gave the sheriff full license to invade the openings of the attractive young women that his deputies had rounded up, it also meant that any student had a right to enter and watch!
Just one minute before the restraining order was due to expire, the judge had faxed a court order to the Sherrif. Predictably, it had upheld the 'Jane Doe' warrant, affirming the searches as legal. But there was another surprise. Since Ashley herself was neither student nor administration, she fell under the provision of the warrant - meaning that she too would be searched!
"She should have seen that cumming!" laughed the Sherrif. "Or maybe she did. She was pretty quick to shuck off her expensive suit and get over the bench! Maybe she just wanted me to start with her and get it over with - but that's not how I work."
He carefully stimulated Terri's love-tunnel, enough to keep her on the edge of orgasm, but not enough to send her over. She could feel her juices seeping out past his fingers, dripping from her lips. God, why did he have to drag it out? It was obvious she had nothing inside her.
"You see, anticipation is like foreplay. I could just bend a girl over, drop her panties and go prospecting, but that wouldn't be satisfying for either of us. She has to know what's going to happen, has to have time to think about it. The more time she has, the wetter she gets! And that's an essential part of the whole process."
Terri moaned softly. She was more aroused than she had ever been. Her exposure in front of the Sherrif and the leering men at the window was both shameful and stimulating. She had always been proud of her trim young body - but being displayed in front of a crowd was different. She knew that they all lusted after her, knew that they would all be jerking off to the memory that night. While the thought excited her, it was also shameful to think that she had been reduced to the equivalent of a porn star - naked and spread open for all to see. Now she knew how Ashley had felt as she knelt over the bench with her legs spread, the football team jeering and joking while they admired the view.
The Sherrif was an enthusiastic enforcer of law when it came to beautiful young women, and there wasn't a single good-looking girl in the whole county who hadn't wiggled on the end of his fingers at one time or another. Ashley's search hadn't been the first one performed on front of an audience either.
A few months previously, the high school had held a basketball match that included a former cheerleading squad as guest performers. They had been a big hit with the crowd during the game - and an even bigger one afterwards. Shortly after the last bell sounded, the Sherrif had strode onto the court, accompanied by deputies carrying the dreaded plasitc crates. One full of gloves and lubricant, the rest empty - to hold the clothes of the unlucky victims. To the horror of the veteran cheerleaders he had announced that a package of weed had been found in their changeroom. Despite the objections of the indignant ladies, they had been forced to strip naked in front of the whole crowd and then kneel on a bench to receive their cavity searches. The Sherrif had deputised some teenage boys to help and all holes had been searched with exhaustive thoroughness. With the precedent for public searches now established, Ashley and her companions had no grounds for appeal.
"He started at the other end of the line," Ashley had told her, while gulping down another drink. "Ten women in front of me - and each had to be searched twice. Once by him, then a 'double-check' by his nerdy little student deputy. So there I was, ass up, head down, looking at those damn gloves while I waited my turn." She shook her head. "Had to keep our legs wide of course, backs arched and bums tight. Like we were keen for it."
She had placed her empty glass on the counter and signalled the bartender for a replacement. "Truth be told, we kind of were."
Terri had stared in astonishment as her friend confessed. "You won't understand till you've been through it," Ashley continued. "But you can't help yourself."
"Surely it's not a turn-on to be treated like that?" Terri had objected.
"Yes and no." Ashley had sipped at her new drink. "Do you like it when guys look at you?"
"Well, it depends..." Terri had felt somewhat uncomfortable. "If it's the right guy..."
"But most of the time it's not," said Ashley bluntly. "It's guys at work you don't want to fuck, or the clerk who takes your order. Or the workmen who whistle at you while you walk past. So, if most of the attention you get is unwanted, why do you dress to invite it?"
"I don't!" Terri protested. But her words were hollow - she knew she was lying.
"Bullshit." Ashley had downed several drinks by now, and was halfway into another. "You wear high heels, a tight blouse, tailored jacket and a mini-skirt. Do you expect me to believe you aren't inviting men to look?"
Terri had blushed. "Well, maybe look - but that's not the same as being naked and showing off your goodies."
"No it's not." Ashley took another swig. "Giving them a view of your pink bits is far more exciting."
"You can't be serious! That's humiliating! And you didn't do it by choice!"
"It is humiliating. And being forced to do it is part of the thrill. Ever been ordered to strip?"
"NO!"
"Ever had to remove your clothes, one piece at a time, put them in a crate and then bend over to show your snatch to a crowd of men?"
"Of course not!"
"Then how would you know?" Ashley was quite drunk by now, her eyes unfocused and her speech slurred. "I had to wait nearly an hour while the other women were searched. First by him, then by Stanley. And it was slow, believe you me. The sheriff searched Cindy Jamison first. He said that since she was a reporter, she should be comfortable being on camera. He explored her long and deep, we all heard her moan. And cum - twice!"
"What the fuck?" Terri couldn't believe her ears. "She CAME while being searched?'
"Like I said, you don't know what it's like. By the time you've stripped in from t of a crowd of men, you feel like a piece of meat. And those girls had been waiting nearly an hour, legs wide, bottoms up. They were already wet - I could smell them." She took another drink. "So, after the Sherrif had searched both her holes he said that his 'deputy' Stanley had to perform a 'double check' - make sure she was all clear. Cindy was sprawled over the table by then, and the grinning little shit offered to let her wait until all the rest of us had been searched until he did her. She couldn't bear the idea of waiting longer in that position, so she ASKED for him to search her right away." She knocked back the last of her drink and pushed the glass aside. "Naturally, he was happy to oblige. She had to stay there while she was brought to orgasm twice more - once in each hole. When it was over she was allowed to stand."
Terri had been stunned at Ashley's revelation. The idea that a cavity search could be not only arousing - but orgasmic? She rejected the idea instinctively, yet she couldn't deny that her own pussy was moist at hearing all of this.
"So then she could dress and leave?"
Ashley snorted. "Fat chance. First she had to stand in front of the video camera and read a card he handed her. Said that she had been properly searched in accordance with local law - and that she had consented!" Ashley waved the bartender to bring her another drink.
"But she didn't consent!"
"Technically, she did. The card told her to say: 'I have willingly presented myself for a cavity search, and granted the Sherrif and his deputy full access to my body so they can ascertain that I was not concealing any illicit substances. I am grateful that law enforcement has carried out their duties so thoroughly."
"ARE YOU KIDDING?" Terri was aghast. "No way she would say that!"
"She'd been stripped, posed for an hour, searched by two men and made to cum four times." Ashley replied. "Her head was so messed up she just read the words automatically. And of course, once she set the example, the rest of them followed suit. Holding still while the sherrif explored them, asking for their double check from the boy, and then reading off the card in front of the camera." She sipped her drink again.
"Just before he got to me, the boys from the AV department discovered they had a spare camera. So he had them set it up in front of me. He told me to look at the camera, and then he asked me if I was ready to be searched."
"And you said no?"
"I said yes."
"You gave in to him?"
"I'd already given in by stripping off." Ashley shrugged. "I was over the table with my legs open - bit late to object then. The sheriff got to me, picked up one of the gloves and pulled it on. Right next to my ear, so I could hear it stretch and creak. Then he told me to keep my eyes on the camera, state my name, and that I was consenting to be searched."
"You can't possibly have said that!" Terri said disbelievingly. "You had a camera on you - you could have had a record that you refused!"
Ashley shook her head. "It was going to happen anyway. The search was legal, a local judge can pash anything within his charter. An' those rednecks give him a pretty wide charter! I jus' wanted it over with. I stuck my ass in the air like a good girl and got searched by an officer of the law. And his teenage deputy. With the entire football team watching! Didn't take long. I was so fucking wet, I couldn't help myself. Never came so hard in my life. So everyone who watches that tape gets to see my O-face. Four times."
Lost in her recollection, Terri had closed her eyes and temporarily forgotten her situation. She cared only about the delicious fantasy running through her head - and the sensations within her tight snatch. "Oh. Oh! OOOOOHHHHH!!!"
Her orgasm took her by surprise, her toes curling and back arching to show off her lovely breasts. "AAAaaahhhhhhhh!" she sighed, slumping back down on the gyno bench as the men outside pointed and laughed.
Terri's face burned as she realised what had happened. She had allowed the Sherrif to make her come - in front of these ogling rednecks! The shame was crushing - like so many other women before her, she had been reduced to a wanton little slut, just another cheap tart to be used and admired. With her legs still spread wide in the stirrups, she was showing everything she had - and thanks to the cellphones in the crowd she could be sure that the whole world would get to see it.
The sheriff smiled. "Don't you worry sweetheart. All the girls I get up on this table learn their place - and they learn to enjoy it! Now then, time for door number two. A good girl like you wouldn't be hiding anything up her ass would you?"
"N, no sir!" Terri replied quietly.
"Then you won't mind if I check you out, will you?"
They both knew that there was only one acceptable answer. "I don't mind," Terri mumbled.
"So I have your permission to perform an anal cavity search?" The sheriff was verbally manoeuvring her into playing his game. "Of course, if you need a break I'll be happy to give you one. You can lie there as long as you like, just let me know when you want to proceed."
Goddamn it! Terri fumed silently. She didn't want to be on display any longer than she could help - she wanted this over! She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't need a break Sherrif. You may search my asshole right now!" She hated herself for playing along with his little game, but she was in no position to argue. She thought of what Ashley had told her - how all the women bent over the picnic table had requested their second search rather than stay exposed for longer. Damn the sheriff! He knew exactly how to manipulate his victims!
There were more cheers from the watching men. "So good of you to cooperate!" chuckled the sheriff. He placed his fingertip against Terri's tight little rosebud and rubbed gently, smearing her own juices over her rear entrance. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for her first ever anal intrusion.
"The anal search is the worst part," Ashley had told her. "He has a big, fat finger and he goes deep. Likes to chat to while he's doing it, ask you how many guys you've taken up the ass. And when you answer, he gives an extra-hard wiggle to make you gasp."
Terri had squirmed as she imagined her friend bent over the table, holding on grimly as her backdoor was investigated. It was outrageous, humiliating - yet strangely arousing...
The finger was pressing harder now, twisting one way and the other, and she could feel it start to enter her. He proceeded with agonising slowness, giving her plenty of time to dwell on what was happening. Her tightest, most private opening, being invaded by a thick, gloved finger! And with an audience no less!
"She's a tight one!" The Sherrif yelled happily. "I bet you've never had a man up that sweet little ring, have you?"
Terri grimaced. "N-no sir!" she gasped. Truth be told, she had long fantasised about it. How did it feel? Did it hurt? Would she cum?
"Anal virgin! That's going to fetch a good price when I auction it off on Bingo night!"
Auctioned? Terri couldn't believe her ears. Her anal virginity sold to the highest bidder?
"Don't fret," said the Sherif reassuringly. "It hurts worst the first time, but all the girls say that after the first dozen guys it's not so bad. After a couple more dozen they start to like it. Take your friend Ashley, for example. The way she shakes her ass when drumming up business, you can tell she's just begging for some hard cock up her backdoor! And the boys never disappoint her!"
Terri was shocked to hear this. Ashley had admitted that she had been forced to give blowjobs as part of her "prison labour" - but had never mentioned that her other holes had been on sale as well - let alone that she might have enjoyed it! Clearly there was more to this story than Terri had suspected...
"Of course, meeting her quota has a lot to do with that," continued the Sherrif. "Did she tell you about that?"
Terri's puzzled look answered for her.
"See, every girl who works the truckstop has to meet an earnings quota. Can't have them slacking off now, can we?" he grinned. "If she doesn't meet her quota, she gets bent over for a good spanking. Then she gets sent to bed with no supper. No breakfast either. By the time they get to work next morning, they are like a new woman! Judge Feilds was a pretty poor performer her first night at the strip club, but after her bed-no-breakfast treatment, she was keen to shake her tits! Leather is the best teacher, I always say."
His finger continued to slide back and forth inside Terri's rectum. It didn't hurt once she learned to relax, and he was gently massaging her clit with his thumb. To her shame, she felt herself becoming aroused again...
"And that's why I visit the local high school once a month." The sheriff was still lecturing. "The principal always rounds up the worst behaved girls for me. Funny how they are always the prettiest!" he laughed happily. "Sure is a sight to see a dozen girls take off their skirts and panties and bend over to take their licks. Course, I don't give them right away."
Terri was squirming uncomfortably. She was getting wet again, stimulated by his skilled touch. And she was dying to hear what happened next...
"A dozen teenage butts on display? No way I'd let that show end soon. I walk up and down the line, telling then what naughty girls they are, and how that I'm giving them what's best for them. Always pat their tushies as I go, to make sure they're paying attention. Then I give them their real swats. Nice and hard, one for each girl. Gives them plenty of time to think about it while they wait for their next."
Terri counted herself lucky that she hadn't attended school in Searc'em county. It had been bad enough being one of her principal's regular victims without getting additional whippings for the entertainment of the Sherrif!
"They remember those sessions, believe me." His voice was satisfied. "Any time I run into a former student, you can see it in her eyes. Nothing like a proper spanking to teach them respect for the law."
He was thrusting faster now, finger-fucking Terri's little ring. She was panting softly, her body tense. Her juices were trickling out of her pussy and oozing onto the sheriff's finger, lubricating him as he plundered her ass. She was close... and while she didn't want to cum again in front of all the watching men, she knew it was inevitable. He wasn't going to stop until he had put her in her place - spreadeagled and moaning with forced pleasure.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned softly, a warm glow spreading through her loins. His finger was deep inside, stimulating parts of her that had never been touched before. And to think that she would be forced to sell her ass - giving it up to any man who had the cash! She would be nothing but a cheap whore, like all the other women on the farm. How many men would make use of her? Would she still be tight afterward? What had she gotten herself into?
The sensations within her built to a climax. Terri's back arched as she came, breasts thrusting upward as she pushed herself down onto his finger, her body surrendering to the pleasure.
"OOOHHHHH GOD!" she screamed, hips bucking as she came hard. For a few moments she knew only bliss. The sheriff withdrew from her body, leaving her open and exhausted, shame now replacing her orgasm. She now knew exactly how Ashley had felt, forced to cum against her will, used like a toy for his amusement. But it was not over yet...
The crinkle of plastic packaging made her open her eyes. To her horror, the sheriff was unwrapping a disposable speculum!
"I leave no stone unturned!" he smirked. "Got to take a look inside to make sure I haven't missed anything!"
How had she forgotten! Ashley had warned her about this - in fact, one of Terri's interview questions had been on this very subject. She watched in dread as the instrument approached her hot, wet vaginal opening.
"Don't worry sweetheart - I've had plenty of practice!"
He wasn't lying. The speculum slipped in with surprising ease. Soon it was buried inside her, and she felt it expand slowly as he worked the ratchet. Her channel was stretched wider... wider than ever before until she gaped open, giving him a clear view inside her body. Her muscles spasmed as she fought against it.
"Stop!" she begged. "That's too much!"
"Won't do you no harm honey! Your body is built for baby-making - this is nothing!"
"Aaahhhhhhh!" Terri tried to wiggle away, but she had nowhere to go. She could only squirm on the table, her discomfort turning to pain as he opened it up to its full extent.
"Alrighty then!" The sheriff peered inside her. "After a full and thorough investigation, I am satisfied that you don't have any contraband hidden in your body." He smiled at her. "Thanks for your cooperation Miss London." He turned to face the front window. "Okay folks, that concludes the official search!"
Terri slumped on the table, glad it was finally over. She had been stripped, searched, prodded and probed - every part of her exposed and explored. Having been made to cum twice had been especially humiliating - she was glad that she would now be alone in a cell to await her transfer to the prison farm. She tried to collect herself and draft some mental notes for her upcoming story - but the sheriff interrupted her thoughts.
"Show's not over yet though! she's still on display - and for only two bucks you can take a good look inside this sweet young pussy! Donations in the box, thirty seconds a peek!"
WHAT THE FUCK!
Terri stared at the sheriff, her eyes wide in disbelief as the men outside rushed to be first in line.
"Think of it as advertising honey." He winked at her. "You won't have any trouble meeting your quota after this!"
Terri's face burned crimson as she realised that her descent into sexual slavery had truly begun....
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