The cop finishes fishing around the inside of my waist band to the extent that he's allowed while I'm laid out on the floor in public, but they're not done with me. They're certain I am hiding some terrible contraband somewhere, and between the frisking and my tight pants, it becomes obvious to me where they think I'm hiding it. The first cop stopped tickling me just short of making me cum on the floor in public, but there is no guarantee, or even probability, that I won't lose control if they start strip searching me and actually touching me. I start to cry harder, and the cops all look at me in disgust while they haul me to my feet.
They march me to a detention room. All white walls, grey institutional carpet, one table. A pretty obvious one way mirror. An equally obvious camera.
I hear the cops bickering about the need to call a female security officer to follow protocol for the strip search. Suddenly, one of them speaks to me, jerking me around to face him.
"Do you want a female security officer to conduct the search? Or do you want to be a good girl, and help us get this over with?"
Desperate to garner any shred of leniency, I stammer that I'm fine if they do it, if they'll just let me go, that I swear I swear I don't have anything. They shove a clipboard in my hands that they tell me is consent to a body cavity search, and a waiver for the female officer. I blanch at "body cavity search," though I knew it was coming.
I can feel the wetness and heat growing, the slickness when I walk and at the suggestion that I bend over, and I know the ultimate humiliation is certainly coming.
They cuff me to a ring on the wall and begin.
First, they pull my shirt up over my head and leave it hanging around my wrists. The same with my bra, and my breasts are thoroughly patted down. To make sure they're not fake? This is the same cop that ran me down and pinned me in the hallway, and my nipples still hurt from where he pinched them. He chuckles to himself when I flinch when he touches them, but he has to be slightly more behaved now, with the cameras. There are three cops watching.
Next, they pull my pants and my underwear completely off. Those are handed aside to be tested for residues. I'm frisked again, though I'm naked, and his fingers brushing my hairless labia when he gets to the tops of my legs start me dripping. One of the other cops snickers when he notices. I'm still sniffling and leaking tears, but now the cops are elbowing each other in the ribs and joking that I like it.
"You start smuggling just so you could get felt up, bitch? It's ok, I'll give you what you want." I shook my head furiously, but he just laughs.
I hear him snapping on a glove.
"Don't need no lube for this hole, looks like you've got it taken care of," he says, as he circles one finger around the rim of my cunt. I shudder, and whimper, with my increasing arousal.
"One finger," he announces. I try and relax.
"Two fingers." I gasp as he pulls one out and roughly adds a second. He pulls both fingers in and out slowly many times, feeling every side of my vaginal wall, and plunging them to the depths to hit the end. All of this slow, horrible penetration has stoked my arousal to a breaking point. I know what is going to happen next and I begin to break.
"Not in there," he says smugly. "Only one more place to look." I hear him snap off his gloves and get a new one, and I feel cool lubricant dripped onto the only other place to look.
I begin to sob. "Please, please please please don't," I beg. "I have nothing, I'm not hiding anything, I don't even know what you're looking for, and you can't touch me there."
"I can touch you wherever you want, bitch, and you signed a form that says so. One finger."
I realize that is all the discussion there's going to be, when I feel his one finger none-too-gently penetrating my virgin ass. I try and squirm away and he just rams it up there harder. I go limp and hang my head.
"Two fingers." This burns, and the pain fuels what I know is inevitable. Please dont, I start begging myself, but as he brings his fingers in and out of my ass, the pain and the violation pile up on all of the humiliation of the day. My asshole twitches, and the cop suddenly realizes why I'm limp and flushed.
He lets out a whoop! of excitement and starts abusing my ass with those fingers. Fucking me hard with them, and it hurt it hurts it hurts and I am still riding the edge.... till he crosses the line and actually reaches forward and touches my clit, which is all it takes. I cry and I cum all over his hands. He pulls his fingers out of my ass, snaps his glove off, and walks over to turn off the camera.
"Anybody else want to see if they can find anything?" he offers around the room.
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