Message-ID: <25351asstr$963907803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Search'em" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <_cMc5.3200$o71.187414@bgtnsc04-news.ops.worldnet.att.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 22:59:06 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's Trip To Court by JohnnyW (F/F, forced consent, witnesses) Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 04:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: english, gill-bates ****** STRIP SEARCHED ****** The Best Of Excite Clubs http://myclubs.excite.com/myclubs/browse?cid=.16j4ACBeXeM F/F, forced consent, witnesses The characters and situations depicted in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real persons or circumstances are coincidental. Minors and persons not interested in this type of story should stop reading now, lest ye risk being offended. Should this story be reproduced, electronically or otherwise, proper attribution is to be maintained and the title should remain unchanged. *************************************** Kelly's Trip to Court by johnnyw Kelly was so nervous. She sat in the courtroom wringing her hands. It had been her idea to drive to her mother's house, her husband had suggested flying, actually he had insisted upon it, but Kelly wanted to drive. That also gave her the excuse to take an extra four days away from her husband, two days to her mother's, a week at her house, and two days back. Don't get the wrong impression, Kelly loved her husband, but they'd been together since high school, through college, and married for the past twelve years. Kelly wanted to return to the days of flowers for no reason and spontaneous love making. Jim, however, had changed from the romantic, thoughtful young man courting her into the thirtysomething, well, boring Jim. Kelly could predict to the second what Jim would do, everyday. Kelly loved Jim with all her heart but needed a break. Kelly hoped, wished, and desired, that distance would, in fact, make the heart grow fonder. It was hard for Kelly to leave her children for almost two weeks, but she'd make it up when she got back. Driving through South Carolina she had already left Route 95 and was heading towards Georgia when Kelly noticed the flashing red lights approaching her from behind, she pulled over and waited. Kelly was impressed by the Sheriff's Deputy who was walking, no, he was sauntering towards her car. The strut was somewhat misplaced she thought, he was walking like a man trying to traverse an aircraft carrier during a huricane, not some backwoods sheriff looking to ticket a speeder. After the usual drill of "license, registration, insurance" Kelly waited, quite impatiently, for the twenty minutes it took to verify her credentials through the nationwide computer system. Finally she saw the deputy, the tall deputy she reminded herself, open the car door and swing his large frame out of the car. The lanky, yet well built officer approached, but instead of handing over her papers he touched the brim of his trooper hat and said, "Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to step out of the car please." The young officer looked embarrassed. "But why? What's the problem?" "Please ma'am. I'll need you to step from the vehicle." The deputy opened her door and smiled at the attractive woman, the authoritative tone in stark contrast to the embarrassed grin on his boyish face. "Oh shit," thought Kelly, "Cops only say vehicle when they're serious." "Ma'am, have you had anything to drink today?" "No. Why?" "Ma'am, have you been using any drugs, prescription or otherwise?" "No. Why are you asking?" "You were weaving ma'am. You couldn't keep your car in one lane. Usually I'll just follow a car out of the county if they can keep it between the lines, but you were crossing the center line too much. If you haven't been drinking or using any type of drugs." "Maybe I'm tired. I could use some sleep." "I'm afraid that I have to take you to my headquarters for sobriety testing ma'am. If you pass, you can get some rest and be on your way after a nap. I'm sorry ma'am, please turn around and place you hands on the hood." Kelly turned around and leaned forward, presenting her cute bottom to the deputy. He was guiding Kelly's left hand behind her back and affixing his handcuffs to her wrist, all the time admiring the woman's backside. Kelly's black slacks fitted her womanly body to perfection, most of the local women of that age had long ago given up on trying to maintain their figures. Another patrol car pulled up and the officer was getting out and approaching Kelly's car, Kelly's eyes popped open when she noticed that this officer had a dog with him. Kelly was handcuffed and being led to the first patrol car as the second officer guided the large dog to the still open driver's door. The dog stopped and stood still, his ears pricking up. "Good boy," whispered the handler. The dog whined and strained as he sniffed around the front seat, poking at both Kelly's purse and a fast food container on the passenger seat. The dog handler held up the two items to the first officer and yelled, "Bingo! Looks like we got something here." "Well it's that or you forgot to feed Kaiser." The fist officer responded, he then turned to Kelly who was already in the back seat of his patrol car. "Ma'am, Kaiser is our police work dog who has been trained for search and rescue as well as detecting narcotics. He has indicated that there may be something in your purse. I'm afraid that you are now in my custody until a search of your property can be conducted." Kelly was now sitting in the court room, listening to the judge, a woman not much older than herself, go through the obviously tedious routine of hearing the locals try to defend their boorish actions and petty drunken revelry. Kelly could remember everything that happened to her that day as if she were watching a video tape. The young, tall deputy brought Kelly to the headquarters and after processing the paperwork, booking is the term preferred by city police, he brought her to a small room with a door that had a very small window in the door. There was a small medical style examining table in the center of the room, a shower area with a three foot tiled wall and no curtain was in one corner, and a small stainless steel cabinet and counter top was by the door. Kelly hopped up onto the waist high table and sat down. The deputy chatted with Kelly, quite pleasantly she thought, until the second deputy knocked on the door and whispered something that Kelly couldn't hear and passed a sheet of paper over. The first deputy closed the door and avoided looking Kelly in the eyes. "Ma'am, there was some cocaine residue in your purse, not that much, not even enough to warrant a second look, but there was also some residue on the hamburger box we found on the front seat. Ma'am I'm afraid that's pretty convincing evidence that you were using cocaine while operating your motor vehicle." Kelly started to sob, tears flowing freely down her face. The young deputy felt uncomfortable alone in the room with a crying woman. After a short while, to his relief, there was a knock on the door and a cute woman in civilian clothes entered the room. "Ma'am," the deputy addressed Kelly who was looking at the cute girl and strangely felt embarrassed about her tears, "this is Deputy Carson, she's our only female deputy and will finish your intake. We had to call her in from home." "I'm Deputy Carson, ma'am. Sorry it took me so long to get here, they had to call me at my momma's. You can call me Patricia. Can I call you Kelly?" "Uh, yes," was Kelly's uncertain reply. Kelly looked at the male deputy as he was leaving and realized that she had even bothered to learn his name, and they'd been together for four hours. He was taking one more look at her as he slowly closed the door. The door shut silently but when it closed Kelly was startled by the loud "CLICK" of the electric lock. "Good. This is unpleasant enough, I hate to be so formal. The reason they had to call me is that every prisoner has to be searched before being brought to a cell. Can you please take off you clothes ma'am." Kelly went cold. Strip? In front of a stranger? But she knew she had no choice. Kelly slid off her shoes, then she slowly took off her slacks while Patricia asked her about her children and chatted about nothing else in particular. Tears were rolling down Kelly's cheeks as she unbuttoned her blouse, folding it neatly and placing on the table, along side her slacks. Kelly bent over to remove her knee high stockings, placing her left hand on the table for support. She put the stockings on the table and was standing in just her black bra and panties, Kelly looked at Patricia, searching her face for compassion, sympathy, or something. "I'm sorry Kelly, but those too." "I know." Sobbed Kelly as she reached behind her to unfasten and remove her bra, allowing her fairly large breasts to drop free. Kelly had to look away from Patricia as she slid her panties down, bending over to pick them up caused her breasts to swing back and forth. Patricia noticed that Kelly's skin was covered with goose bumps and her nipples were erect. "Here, let me turn the heat up." Deputy Carson turned up the thermostat. "It'll only take a few minutes to warm up in here." "Thanks." Kelly muttered through her tears of embarrassment. "We try to do a non-invasive search here, since you're not fat it should only take a few minutes." In response to Kelly's quizzical look Patricia added, "When anyone is arrested they have to be searched entirely, to make sure they have no drugs or other substances. Also to make sure they have no weapons or anything else that can injure themselves or other inmate." Deputy Carson saw the look of terror come over Kelly's face. "We try to do this without penetration. Fat people have many rolls that have to be checked, you're in very good shape for a mother of two so this should only take a few minutes. I know this is embarrassing but we have to do it. Please lift your breasts up by the nipples, just use your thumb and index fingers and just use your finger tips." Kelly had to look away from the young deputy and she did as requested. "A little higher." Ordered the officer, and Kelly complied painfully, her large breasts resisted being lifted by just the nipples. "Okay, you can let go." Patricia told Kelly, who let her breasts flop down. "Please turn around lie across the exam table and spread your bottom cheeks, use your finger tips and pull from the center of each buttock, keep you fingers away from the cleft." The young girl asked Kelly to do this personal act as plainly as though she were requesting a glass of milk with dinner. Kelly turned her back on the officer and placed her bare chest on the cold vinyl table top. Kelly's large breasts were squashed beneath her as she reached behind to spread her bottom cheeks as instructed, flashing her anus to the young deputy. After ten arduously long seconds Kelly was instructed to let go, stand up, and turn around. "Kelly, this is the most embarrassing part. I need you to step away from the table and squat down. I'll need you to bounce up and down a little while in that position. Now place your feet so there is one complete floor tile between them. Point your feet outwards and keep your knees as far apart as you can. Can you squat down for me now Kelly?" Kelly squatted down, her feet about 15 inches apart, her knees spread wide, showing her most intimate part to the young officer. Patricia knelt down on one knee, gazing right at Kelly's well groomed crotch. "Now bounce up and down, lift your butt about five or six inches and bounce four times, then hold it up." Kelly did as instructed, she was openly weeping at this most humiliating ordeal. "Oh Kelly, please don't cry. I know this isn't pleasant, but in the old days we had to put on rubber gloves and go digging, everywhere. Now cough for me, three times, hard, and then bounce three times, settling down in a squat." Kelly did as instructed. "OK we're in the home stretch." Deputy Carson tried to sound encouraging. "This is the part you'll hate the most. Use just you fingertips, your nails actually, and open your vagina, just use your index fingers, keep your other fingers balled into a fist. Kelly sobbed again, showing the bright pink inside of her vagina to the girl. "Good Kelly, you're doing good. It's going to be hard while you're crying but I need you to cough. Just keep coughing hard until I tell you to stop." Kelly was appalled, but did as instructed, not since her last child was born had anyone other than her husband look at her displayed so intimately. Her vaginal muscles contracted with each forced cough. This gave the officer a view into Kelly's vagina while the contractions would force out anything that may have been hidden in the vagina or anus. "See, I told you it was almost over, you can stop. Now please put your clothes on the stool and lie face down on the table." Kelly was still sobbing, she felt momentary relief when Patricia mentioned her clothing, but her hopes that this was over were dashed in the same sentence. Kelly put her chin inside the split pillow at the head of the table. Deputy Carson told her, almost cheerfully, "Kelly this is when you can relax. You just have to lie there. I'm just going to check your head, hair and behind your ears. Then I am going to check between your toes. Then, that's it, we'll be done." Patricia ran her hands through Kelly's hair, brushing her index fingers behind and around each ear. Patricia gave Kelly's feet a quick go over, spreading each toe and looking in between them. Deputy Carson stood up straight and inhaled through her nose. Done, and in only ten minutes. Deputy Carson looked at the woman lying on the examination table, her skin was fair, her hair auburn, her body was in great shape for someone with two kids. Kelly's bottom and thighs were nice and firm, but still had a mature, womanly shape, with no cellulite. Patricia was fascinated at the sight of the woman lying naked in front of her, hoping that she'd have a body that nice when she was that age. Kelly's shoulders were heaving slowly, in time with her sobs. Patricia placed her hand on Kelly's shoulder and said, "Kelly, you can get off the table. If you'd like you can take a shower before getting dressed. Usually the guys make men shower before the search, but I know that women feel better if they shower after this ordeal. Come on now ma'am. Hop down and into the shower. I'm telling you, you'll feel better. I'll call Deputy Watkins and have him bring my hair dryer from my locker." "Thanks Deputy, uh, Patricia. I think I will." "Good, Judge Samms will probably hear your case in the afternoon, but if you take a shower tomorrow there is no way that you'll have any privacy in the jail." Kelly went to the shower area and turned on the water. Deputy Carson busied herself by searching through Kelly's clothing but was really observing Kelly. Kelly knew this and felt very self-conscious showering in front of another woman. Kelly was accustomed to taking long, hot, relaxing showers, but this time she couldn't enjoy herself. She tried to soap up quickly and get out, tears were still steaming down her cheeks. After just a few short minutes Kelly turned off the water and looked around for a towel. "Uh, Patricia? Do you have a towel? I can't see one over here." "Yes, I have one, but let me explain something to you. I don't want to upset you any more but the fact is, you've been arrested. You'll be spending the night in jail, Judge Samms will be hearing your case tomorrow. I can understand that you don't feel like showering right now with me in the room, but it'll be worse in the morning. There are three other women in the jail and you all have to shower together, there are no curtains and the shower is supervised by a male deputy. He stands in the door way facing out, but he's still there to make sure there are no fights and to keep the men out. There is a toilet in each cell, we've installed little privacy barriers but don't fool yourself, everyone passing by the cell can see you. If you want to, take another shower, and take your time, this is the last time you'll take a shower in front of only one other person for your stay here. Fact is, this is the closest thing to privacy that you'll get in jail. When you're done I can take you to a telephone, you can call your husband and tell him what happened." Kelly followed the deputy's advice and showered again. The young deputy watched at the older, but still very attractive woman soap up her body and allow the water to cascade over her smooth body. The water was pouring like little waterfalls off each of the woman's large breasts. Kelly washed her long auburn hair last, allowing the warm water to rinse away the suds and envelop her body. When she was finally done Kelly toweled herself off under the watchful gaze of Deputy Carson, and put her clothes on. Kelly chose, however, to call her mother rather than her husband. She told her mother that she was spending the night in South Carolina and would finish the trip tomorrow. Kelly broke down crying as she hung up the telephone. Deputy Carson allowed her to cry for a few minutes, but she finally had to put Kelly in her cell. She led Kelly to a closet, took out a n orange prisoner's smock and handed it to Kelly. Deputy Carson led Kelly to the first cell in the cell block and opened the door. Kelly's cell mate was sitting on the toilet when they arrived. The inappropriately named privacy wall came out from the wall about two feet and was mounted so the bottom of it was mounted almost two inches higher than the seat and stopped approximately at armpit height. Kelly couldn't help but stare at the woman sitting on the toilet, her hips and thighs, flattened against the seat, were clearly visible below the privacy wall. Deputy Carson closed the cell door and explained to Kelly that the cell was closest to the main door, so they'd get little privacy from outsiders during the day, but the prisoners all used the back door for court and activities so they would be safe from the prying eyes of the male prisoners. Kelly changed out of her clothes again, putting on the prison smock and climbed up into the top bunk. Kelly listened to the other woman drone on about why she was there, but Kelly could only think about her husband and children as she softly wept. Kelly hadn't cried herself to sleep since her father caught her with cigarettes when she was in high school. johnnyw MORE LIKE THIS AT: -- Strip Searched At Excite Clubs Stories, photos, and discussions of Police and Customs strip-search abuse. http://myclubs.excite.com/myclubs/browse?cid=.16j4ACBeXeM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+