Fiancée Gets Strip Searched

I was torn by conflicting emotions. I knew how modest my fiancée was. She had grown up in a very conservative home and had been taught since she was a little girl that she should not expose her body to men. I had known her since childhood, and we had been dating since high school, and yet I had only ever seen her body in a modest, one-piece bathing suit, not even a bikini! Yet now, she was completely exposed in front of the two businessmen we had picked up, the three police officers, the chief and his mentee Joel, and finally the judge. I was sharing a view that should have been exclusively mine with 8 other men! I burned with jealousy and wanted more than anything to be the knight in shining armor and rescue my damsel in distress. Yet there was another part of me that was turned on by this. I had dreamed for years of the day I would see Amy au naturel. Now, my wish was finally granted. Also, in the deepest darkest part of me, there was something that reveled in her exposure and humiliation in front of all those men. I hated myself for getting turned on but could not help it.

Her eyes met mine, and she knew I was gazing at her body. As she looked at the others, she could see everyone ogling her nakedness. She closed her eyes to block out the situation.

"Amy, keep your eyes open!" Chief Jones barked. "I want you to fully experience this whole situation, and I do not want you closing your eyes to try to block it out."

Amy reluctantly opened her eyes. I knew Chief Jones was trying to teach her a lesson by aiming for maximal embarrassment! Amy's modesty was in for a rough time.

CHAPTER 9 - JUMP SQUATS

Chief Jones had Amy stand facing us for a few minutes. Then he had her slowly turn in a circle so we could see her body from all angles. When she finished her slow rotation and was finally facing us again, Chief Jones asked her a question.

"Amy, do you know how to do jump squats?"

Amy, who was into fitness, nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Good. You have a very nice body, Amy. Gary sure is a lucky man. Now let's see that body in motion. I want you to do jump squats until I tell you to stop!" Chief Jones then turned to his men, acknowledging their quizzical looks. "This helps move any contraband concealed in her rectum or vagina down," he explained.

With Chief Jones threats firmly on her mind, Amy began to do jump squats. As she started doing them, her breasts began bobbling up and down. Embarrassed by this as well as trying to avoid opening her legs widely, Amy was very half-hearted with her jump squats, barely jumping off the ground and barely squatting for the jumps. Seeing this, Chief Jones walked over to Joel and whispered something in his ear. I saw Joel nod and reach into a black gym bag that he had with him and pull out something. He kept it hidden behind his back and walked over until he was right beside Amy.

Once Joel was beside Amy, Chief Jones scolded her. "Amy, you are not putting enough effort into your jump squats. I have asked Joel to motivate you to properly exert yourself."

No sooner had those words left Chief Jones' mouth, then Joel pulled out the wooden ping pong paddle that he had hidden behind his back and delivered two vicious smacks to Amy's ass in quick succession.

Amy yelped in pain and shock. The message had been effectively delivered and she greatly increased her exertions. She began to jump as high as she could. This increased her exposure even more. Every time she landed with a jolt, her entire breasts became waves of wobbling flesh. To jump high, she had to squat deeply. Each time she did this, for a split second we were able to discern her actual pussy lips below the mass of her thick red bush.

Chief Jones made her do jump squats for a full 30 minutes. Every time her effort waned, Joel was quick to paddle her ass to motivate her. Finally, Chief Jones decided she had done enough and told her she could stop.

CHAPTER 10 - SENSITIVITY

He instructed Amy to again resume her previous position facing the cell with hands on her head and legs at shoulder width. There was no resistance from Amy as she obeyed. I stared at my fiancée. Her hair had become wet and matted from sweat and clung to her face and neck. Having her hands on her head pulled her breasts up, and her nipples were pointing straight at us. She was still breathing heavily from her exertions, and her breasts went up and down sexily with each breath she took. She stood shifting nervously on her long, shapely legs, wondering what Chief Jones had in store for her next.

Chief Jones addressed his men. "When we have a woman with large breasts like Amy, you need to make sure that she is not carrying any drugs as implants." He then turned his attention to Amy. "Amy, I am going to be searching your breasts for contraband. No matter what, do not dare move from your position until we are finished! Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Amy replied shakily.

Chief Jones walked until he was right behind Amy. He towered over her. He instructed his men to come watch him so they could learn as well. Although the officer were between the cell and Amy, they were positioned in such a way as to not block our view from the cell.

"It is really easy these days for cartels to hide drugs as breast implants, so you must be thorough," Chief Jones instructed. He then reached around behind Amy and cupped both of her breasts in his massive hands. He then spent the next 10 minutes thoroughly squeezing, groping, and fondling my fiancée's tits. Finally, he let go of her breasts.

"Now, one of the side effects of implants or drugs is to reduce nipple sensitivity. To thoroughly check this, you need to check both pleasure and pain. Let's start with pleasure," he said.

He then reached around again and took a dark pink nipple in each hand. He gently rubbed and pulled on them for the next five minutes. The effect was electric. Amy's breathing became more ragged. Her neck and chest flushed red. When he took his hands away, I could see her areolas were all crinkly and her nipples stuck out long and hard.

"As you can all see, her nipples can sense pleasure, without any problems," he said as my fiancée blushed deeply, and everyone laughed.

"Now to check pain sensation!" With that he took each nipple in his large fingers again and gave a quick, hard squeeze. Amy yelped in pain, but still maintained her position.

"Looks like her pain sensation is intact as well," he observed.

"Come here Joel," he ordered next. "I would like you to also repeat what I just did!"

With a big shit-eating grin on his face, Joel sauntered up to Amy. Amy had a horrified expression on her face. Earlier, she had objected to Joel seeing her naked, and now he was going to be feeling her breasts as well! She opened her mouth to object, but then she realized that anything she said would only make the situation worse and quickly shut it.

Like Chief Jones earlier, Joel stood behind Amy. He reached around and took one of her breasts in each of his hands. He stood there for a few moments, just savoring the weight of her breasts in his hands. Then he started to feel and fondle and grope. His black hands seemed even darker against the milky white flesh of Amy's breasts which were even paler than the rest of her body, never having been exposed to the light of day. I could see the humiliation in Amy's eyes as she had to endure getting fondled by a black man in front of everyone.

Joel took 15 minutes thoroughly going over her breasts. "Now, it's time to check the nipples," he announced gleefully. He began to gently stroke and pull on my fiancée's nipples. I saw Amy bite her lip to try to resist the sensations. If getting fondled by a black man was embarrassing, getting visibly turned on by it would be mortifying! But, alas, her efforts were in vain. Under Joel's ministrations, her nipples responded by becoming erect. Amy's breathing quickened, and a blush spread along her chest.

I could not tear my eyes from the sight. Ever since I first noticed her boobies developing, I had lusted for them. And here was someone else doing to her nipples what I had longed to do!

"I agree, her nipples' pleasure sensation is just fine!" he finally announced.

Then without warning, he grasped the still erect nipples and squeezed hard, flattening them between his thumbs and sides of his index finger! Amy let out a blood curdling scream of pain! However, her fear of Chief Jones was such that she did not break position. Unlike Chief Jones, Joel did not let go quickly. Instead he spent the next 30 seconds squeezing and crushing my fiancée's nipples while she screamed in agony. Finally, Chief Jones intervened. "I think that is enough, Joel," he admonished.

As soon as Joel let go, Amy immediately doubled over clutching her abused nipples and sobbing quietly. I seethed with rage. I wanted more than anything else to kill all these fuckers and rescue my girl! Yet all I could do was watch helplessly.

Ignoring the sobbing Amy, Chief Jones instructed his men to clear off the desk that was in the center of the room and bring it directly in front of the cell where I and George and James were. He had them carefully position it so that the length of the desk was almost perpendicular to us but at a slight angle so that we had a full-on view of the end closest to us but would also be able to have a side view by just shifting our position. I would soon find out the reason for his careful preparations.

CHAPTER 11 - LUBE

Once the desk was in position, everyone came and stood in front of our cell, being careful not to block our view of the desk. Chief Jones then turned to Amy. "We are now going to make sure you do not have anything hidden in your rectum. Climb onto the desk and get on your hands and knees with your bottom facing the cell," he ordered.

The desk was fairly high, and I saw Amy struggle to climb up onto it without getting into any particularly revealing positions. She finally managed to get on, and soon she was kneeling on her hands and knees facing away from us. Her bottom was no more than 3 feet from us, and I noticed was still a little pink from her spanking. Her breasts hung freely, swinging with any movement of her body. He nipples were dark red and swollen. Her thighs were clamped tightly together hiding her asshole and pussy from view.

However, Amy's attempts at modesty by keeping her legs together would be all in vain. "Good, Amy. Now arch your back and spread your legs until your knees are at the edges of the desk," Chief Jones ordered, punctuating his command by pushing down on the small of her back and giving a light slap across her bottom. With the implied threat of the light slap, Amy knew she had no choice but to assume that humiliating position. She arched her back and slowly eased her knees to the edges of the desk.

Officer Powell was the first to speak. "What a great view! You were right chief. Amy does have a perfect asshole." Then he and other man laughed crudely. I have never ever seen a person blush so deeply over so much of their body as Amy did at that moment.

And he was right about the view. It had almost caused me to spontaneously cream my pants. Framed by her widely spread thighs, her asshole and pussy were obscenely exposed. Furthermore, looking between the thighs past her pussy lips, you could see her dangling breasts and nipples further accentuating just how complete her exposure was.

Staring at her pussy, I noticed it was glistening with moisture. Was my shy, modest, devout, virginal fiancée actually getting turned on by her exposure and humiliation? I would never have imagined anything like this was possible in a million years.

But the focus, for now, was not her pussy, it was her asshole. It peeked out between her shapely cheeks, completely visible to all. Chief Jones opened a desk drawer and pulled out a single latex glove. Amy involuntarily shuddered as he put it on his right hand with a loud "snap".

"Try to relax," he simply said has he brought his massive thick finger to her asshole and tried to penetrate. Amy let out a loud screeching sound and flattened herself on the desk, trying to get away. Chief Jones pulled his finger away and ordered Amy to get back into position.

"Sorry, I guess it would be better if we used some lubricant, wouldn't it, Amy?" Chief Jones apologized.

Amy nodded and replied, "Yes sir."

"I have a jar of lube in my desk drawer. I bet Joel would be happy to apply it for you if you ask him nicely," Chief Jones suggested.

I was astounded by the diabolical cleverness of the suggestion. Amy would be forced to genuinely request the person she most despised in the room to touch one of her most intimate parts.

Amy hesitated not wanting to make the humiliating request. However, when Chief Jones dry finger once again touched her anus, she relented.

"Wait! Wait! Please Joel, would you please apply the lube?" Amy implored.

"Sure, I would be happy to," Joel replied. "Where do you want me to apply it," he asked, wanting her to make the request explicit.

Amy paused for a second. "My bottom," she answered.

"Sure thing," Joes responded. He then opened the drawer and took out a jar of petroleum jelly. He then put on a glove on his right hand. He scooped a small amount of the lubricant. He then started applying it to her ass cheeks.

"Is this good, Amy? If not, tell me exactly where you want me to apply the lube," he asked, forcing Amy to be even more explicit.

"Please apply the lube to my anus," a humiliated Amy clarified.

"You should have said that from the beginning," Joel answered. He took a large glob of the lubricant and placed it directly on her asshole. I saw Amy twitch and gasp at the sudden coolness, and her asshole winked in surprise.

Joel did a thorough job of lubricating her asshole. He even entered partway inside with his finger to make sure every inch of her crack and anus had lots of lube on them. Finally, he pulled off his glove.

"Joel did a great job, and I am sure it will make this part go much smoother. Amy, I think it is polite to thank Joel for his service," Chief Jones instructed.

"Thank you, Joel," I heard my fiancée say.

Chief Jones then brought his thick gloved finger to Amy's asshole. Amy gave a grunt, and involuntarily clenched as he inserted the tip of his finger.

"Much better, the lube really makes a difference. Amy, it will be easier if you actively participate. I want you to push your body back against my finger, until it completely penetrates you," Chief Jones ordered.

Amy took a sharp breath as she heard the humiliating order. "Yes, sir," she replied meekly. After a few moments to collect herself, she slowly began the uncomfortable and humiliating task of impaling herself anally on Chief Jones thick finger. I could see the veins in her neck strain as she slowly pushed back. Millimeter by millimeter the finger went deeper in deeper into her asshole. Then, right after the first knuckle, all resistance was overcome and the rest of the finger slipped all the way inside, as Amy let out a loud grunt. Chief Jones kept his finger still for a few moments, to let her get used to it. Then he started twisting and turning it in all directions as he thoroughly checked her for any hidden contraband. After 5 minutes, he pulled out with a loud plop.

Amy, panting from her ordeal, looked back at Chief Jones, asking with her eyes if she could get up yet. But it was not to be. "I didn't find any contraband. But I think it will be good for Joel to practice this as well. Come over here Joel," Chief Jones instructed.

Joel stood directly behind Amy and just like Chief Jones, proceeded to insert the tip of his finger into Amy's anus. However, before Joel could proceed further, Chief Jones interrupted, "Actually, Joel, your fingers are much thinner than mine, so I think you can use two fingers!"

I saw Amy look back with pleading eyes at Chief Jones, but she did not dare object. Joel placed two fingers against her anus. Just like with Chief Jones, Amy was instructed to push back and impale herself on Joel's fingers. Taking short, shallow breaths, Amy pushed back until the fingers were in all the way. Once inside, Joel immediately began to wiggle the turn his fingers, much to Amy's discomfort. At one point, Amy let out a screech as Joel pulled his fingers out to the first knuckle and spread his fingers open, further distending her anus. Amy quietly sobbed and made grunting noises as Joel continued to wiggle and twist and spread his fingers inside her. After 10 minutes, Chief Jones told Joel that he had been remarkably thorough and could remove his fingers now. As Joel removed his fingers, he spread them, so that as he pulled out, Amy's anus gaped open for a split second before winking shut again.

Joel quickly removed his glove and threw it away. He then took two fingers and tickled along Amy's exposed slit, causing Amy to gasp and wiggle her ass. "Chief, are we going to search here next?" he asked.

CHAPTER 12 - A SURPRISING SECRET

"Yes, we are Joel, but not in this position. Amy, I need you to turn over and lie down on your back," he ordered. Once Amy had turned over onto her back onto the table, he gave further instructions. "Spread your legs as wide as you can. Now, put your hands behind your knees and pull them back towards your chest."

Amy was a flexible girl, and following these instructions left her in a position that would make a gynecologist blush. Her ass cheeks gaped open fully exposing her anus, which was still shiny from the lube. Her pussy opened like a flower, revealing her outer lips and inner lips, and even some of the pinkness within. Her clit barely peeked out from its hiding place.

The view took my breath away. Here was her holy of holies, so carefully concealed and protected all these years, now on full display to a room full of strange men. As I was staring, I sensed someone looking at me. As I looked up, I made eye contact with my fiancée. She blushed. The fact that she could observe everyone ogling her private parts, made this position even more embarrassing than the last. I noticed small tears trickling down the corners her eyes.

"Snap!" The sound of Chief Jones putting on gloves brought me back to reality. He positioned himself in front of my fiancée's rudely exposed genitals. Noticing their wetness, he commented, "The nice thing about searching the vagina, is that if you do it right, it provides its own lube!" With that he began to gently stroke her pussy, running his fingers between her lips. Once his fingers were coated with Amy's juices, he held them up and sniffed them. "Judge Reynolds, I think here is the sticky substance you noticed before," he said. Judge Reynolds came close, and without bothering to put on gloves, also ran his fingers along my fiancée's slick pussy. "Yeah, I think you're right, Andrea," he agreed as he sniffed his fingers.

"Oh well, since we've come this far, we might as well finish our search. Powell bring me a flashlight," Chief Jones ordered. "It is important to look before you leap. All sorts of things can be hidden in a vagina, and you should try to look first, before putting in your finger," he instructed. Aiming the flashlight with his left hand at Amy's pussy, he took his right hand and began to spread her open even more.

As he fully exposed the entrance to her bright pink vagina, a surprise greeted him - Amy's intact hymen. His entire demeanor changed. "Wow, there is something you rarely see, a beautiful 20-year-old virgin girl! I think this search has gone far enough," he said with a apologetic tone in his voice. I think the fact that my fiancée was a virgin made him feel bad about the humiliating ordeal he had put her through.

After telling Amy that she could let go of her legs, he helped her to her feet. "You can go and get dressed, and then you are free to go," he said as he escorted her to her cell where her clothes were, and then pulled the curtain shut between the two cells, blocking our view of her. I think the officers sensed the change in their boss's mood and did not attempt to sneak a peak by standing in front of her cell, so Amy had some privacy for getting dressed.