VIRTUAL SEARCH
by
Joe Doe
ASHLEY'S STRUGGLES IN THE RIGGED VIRTUAL REALITY GAME BECOME EVEN
MORE DESPERATE.
Part 2
When Ashley emerged from the store, three policemen were waiting
for her. They wanted to ask her some "routine questions."
She inquired politely about the charges, and the police said that
they weren't charging her with anything...yet. But, if she didn't
want to answer their questions, they would "be regretfully forced"
to take her into custody.
The police explained that they could hold her for 48 hours without
filing any charges. Of course, they would have to take her back
to the station for "processing...."
Ashley quickly punctured that plan by cheerfully explaining that
she would be more than happy to answer ANY questions right here,
since she was always DELIGHTED to help the police in any way.
They led her to a paddy wagon parked in front of the store. When
she stepped into the back of the van, she was surprised to see a
rather tubby-looking policewoman sitting next to a polygraph
machine.
While the male guards strapped the hapless Ashley to the machine,
the grinning dyke explained to her that she had "better tell
the truth, or we'll have to take you downtown and hold you."
The questions were openly sexist and demeaning, but Ashley knew
better than to protest. She was a skilled lawyer, and she easily
parried the computer.
"Why aren't you traveling with a male escort?"
"What is a woman doing with so much money? Did you steal it?"
"Did you turn tricks to earn that money?"
"Why don't you make eye contact with the males who look at you?
Do you think you're too good for them?"
Ashley was careful to give truthful answers that would not
incriminate her, even though the questions were totally outrageous.
When the fat policewoman saw that she was not going to get a rise
out of Ashley, she quickly switched to some more probing queries:
"Have you ever fantasized about being strip-searched?"
"In your fantasy, what are you wearing?"
"Which garments are removed...and in what order?"
"Is your search performed by a male or female officer?"
"Are other officers present? Are they allowed to watch?"
"Are non-police personnel allowed to watch? What is their
reaction to your search?"
"Is the search video-taped?"
"Does anyone you know witness the search? Who? What do they say
to you?"
Ashley knew that the purpose of the questions was two-fold. If
she lied about anything, the computer would know, since it was
literally reading her thoughts. But, if she answered truthfully,
the computer would be able to build a database of her most
humiliating fantasies, which it would doubtlessly use once
her search began.
She ground her fingernails into her palms. It was so unfair! She
was being forced to reveal EVERYTHING to the police officers in the
van. The cops were clearly delighting in the increasing levels of
degradation they were heaping upon her.
"Do you remove your own clothes, or do others strip you?"
"Do the officers make comments when you undress for them? What do
they say?"
"How does taking off your clothes in front of the witnesses make
you feel?"
"Are you made to assume various positions after you're naked?
What positions?"
"Do you perform exercises, and, if so, what exercises?"
"Is a cavity search performed?"
"Do they wear rubber gloves? What sort of lubricant is used?"
"Does more than one officer perform the cavity search?"
"Are you forced to exchange sexual favors for your freedom?"
"Which sex acts do you perform? With how many people?"
"Do you swallow?"
"Do you ever masturbate when you read the Joe Doe stories?"
"Which parts of the stories do you concentrate on when you touch
yourself? Are there any particular words or passages that you
find particularly stimulating?"
"Are you excited now?"
"Are your underpants wet?"
"Would you like to slip your hands into your underpants and
masturbate right now?"
When Ashley reluctantly said "No" to the last question, the siren
on the lie detector went off, and she was immediately taken into
custody. The fat lesbian guard who had mentally strip-searched
her already had her latex gloves on when Ashley yelled "RESET!"
******************************
When the game restarted, Ashley was still panting from her
humiliating encounter in the police van. She looked around
and was relieved to see that the ominous vehicle was nowhere
in sight.
Of course, the game didn't need to ask her any more questions, she
thought bitterly. Her adversaries on the police force already
knew everything they needed to know....
She was on her last life, and she knew this was it. The game knew
everything it needed to make her search as humiliating as possible,
and to turn Ashley's worst-case scenario into a Technicolor
reality.
In order to survive, she knew that she had to move quickly,
carefully, and unpredictably.
She hailed a cab and told the cabbie to drive her to the airport.
From the way the cab was flickering and traffic seemingly slowing
down, she knew she had made a good choice. After all, she was a
passenger behind a bulletproof shield in a cab, totally isolated
from the outside world.
The cabbie tried to pick a fight with her, but she feigned
laryngitis and told him to hurry to the airport. She could
tell the cabbie was angry and frustrated, since he knew the
trip would take more than fifteen minutes.
Ashley was going to win!
After about 3 minutes behind the wheel, the enraged cabbie
deliberately ran a red light and plowed directly into a city
bus. No one was seriously injured, but the cabbie immediately
turned on Ashley and started to yell that the accident was her
fault, since her short skirt had distracted him.
Ashley saw several police officers trying to get closer, but,
fortunately for her, the large bus was blocking the intersection,
and the rather pudgy cops were having a difficult time making their
way to her cab.
She decided not to stick around to see how this turned out. She
deposited $20 in the tray for the $3 cab ride, told the driver to
keep the change, and dashed out of the cab and down an alley.
When the homeless man came after her and asked for money, she
immediately tossed him a $100 bill and sprinted around the corner.
When she looked around, no one was pursuing her. She had made it!
She quickly ducked into another dress shop. She had used this
trick before, of course, and her tricks were less effective with
each repetition. But it was worth a try.
The clerk inside the store raced up with a box in her hand and
told Ashley that the alterations were done and her outfit for
the costume party was ready. All she had to do was try it on....
Ashley knew that it was probably a trap, but the key was to stall
for time. It would take a few minutes to change clothes, and it
was hard to imagine an outfit much worse than the parody of a
business suit that she was wearing now.
When the clerk opened the box up, Ashley was horrified to see that
it contained a juvenile-looking school uniform, identical to the
one that the luckless Susan had been forced to wear in "Back in
School." Ashley winced as she pictured herself dressed in the
agonizingly short skirt, white blouse, blue blazer, tie, and cap.
Another box contained little black shoes. Finally, the clerk
teasingly laid out on the counter a plain white pair of cotton
underpants and a white t-shirt.
"If you'll just give me your purse for safe keeping, we'll get you
out of your silly ADULT clothes and into your darling little school
uniform," the clerk said, eagerly. "Won't you just look PRECIOUS?"
"B-but, if I g-give you my purse...and-and put on that childish
uniform...then everyone will think I'm a-a teenager!" Ashley
stammered. She remembered from the story that all the prisoners
at the school reformatory were over 18, but, as she pictured
herself prancing around in front of smirking adults in that
juvenile uniform, she knew that would provide little comfort.
"Don't worry," the clerk said maliciously. "The authorities are
outside, and they will make sure you get back to class! Of course,
it is rather naughty of you, running around in your mother's
clothes. They will probably punish you for that!" The clerk
had a cruel smile.
Ashley looked over her shoulder and out the window. Just outside
the door of the store were two officers with arm patches that read
"Truancy Police." To her horror, she noticed that one of the
officers was tapping a wooden spanking paddle against his palm
and smiling at her.
"It's nice to see that they've included something for Nerdly in the
simulation," Ashley thought, sarcastically.
The outfit she was wearing was bad enough, but she knew that, if
she put on the childish uniform, whatever small amount of authority
she had left would be stripped away from her for good. Even if she
somehow got past the truancy police, she would be reduced to the
role of an awkward, blushing schoolgirl, subject to the whims of
any adult that crossed her path.
"Um...where's the changing room," she said, stalling for time.
"The changing room is reserved for trying on BIG girl clothes!"
the clerk replied, in the most patronizing voice imaginable. "Why
don't you just strip down right here in front of the counter,
birthday bare, and I'll help you change into your darling new
outfit....
"After all," the clerk continued, with a malicious smile, "we
can't have you wasting everyone's time by DAWDLING in the changing
room, can we? We'll just strip you down to the skin right out
here where everyone can see, nice and quick, like a little bunny!"
Ashley threw some money on the counter to pay for the uniform and
promised to pick it up later. The lights flickered furiously as
she darted out a side entrance to avoid the two scowling truant
officers and the store clerk, all of whom were now running after
her.
Ashley knew the grid better than her pursuers, and she quickly
gave them the slip. She desperately looked around for another
hiding spot. The doughnut shop was out of the question. And
stopping at any of the private office buildings would entangle
her with building security.
She hurried down the street. With every passing minute, the
computer had more time to rearrange the terrain to match the
world of Joe Doe. But Ashley had read the stories closely,
and she was confident that she could avoid any obvious traps.
She hid behind a dumpster when she saw the "Tick Inspection Van"
round the corner. She noticed a small clinic on the corner that
offered free eye exams, and that seemed innocuous enough. But,
when she looked closely, she saw that it also offered "Mental
Health Services," and there was an open, curtainless shower stall
in the corner of the reception room. Next to the stall was a tank
of what looked to be delousing fluid.
An empty straitjacket dangled ominously from a hook....
If Ashley could see the shower stall from the street, so could
everyone else. She would ask for a simple eye exam, of course,
but, in the world of Joe Doe, a minuscule bureaucratic error
would doubtlessly lead to a humiliating shower in the window,
for one and all to see. And she would certainly need to be
searched before they strapped her into the straitjacket and
drove her to the asylum for her..."treatments."
She spied another store on the corner and started to walk towards
it. But then she saw the big sign in the window. "STRIPCO is OPEN!
Providing handcuffs, lubricants, and gloves for all of your strip
search needs!"
Ashley ducked into a small travel agency. Inside, a sleazy-looking
salesman was selling a vacation package to a beautiful blonde
executive in a crisp business suit.
"You've won a fabulous two-month vacation at a Mexican resort
called 'Boys Town,'" the smarmy travel agent explained. "Room
and board are included, although you will have to agree to sign
these forms authorizing us to conduct a medical exam when you
arrive. We'll also need a list of your male neighbors and
co-workers, so that we can send them promotional materials."
Ashley remembered how the heroine in Joe Doe's "Lost in the
Translation" had been stripped naked in the lobby of the police
station at Boys Town before being forced to work as a prostitute.
Ashley had no doubt the "promotional" mailings would be offers for
her male "friends" to come down and purchase her wares. It was a
good scheme; the travel agent would doubtlessly sell an airplane
ticket to every man who knew the beautiful executive.
Looking over the travel agent's shoulder, Ashley saw that he was
doodling a picture of his pretty victim dressed in a sleazy hooker
costume standing under a streetlamp.
She was about to warn the virtual contest "winner" of her fate
when she glimpsed the shrewish store clerk, still holding her
school uniform, round the corner....
Ashley quickly ran into the lobby of an opulent hotel, and the
game strained to recreate the lush surroundings. But, after a
few minutes, a hotel security guard suddenly appeared and asked
Ashley if she had a room key. She noticed the security guard had
a small tube of lubricant in his pocket, and he looked her up and
down with a most unpleasant smile....
Instantly, she dashed up the stairs and lost herself in the
convention crowd on the second floor.
She ducked discreetly into a ballroom where a tax seminar was being
held, but then suddenly the lights flickered. In a twinkling, the
audience became policemen listening to a Sheriff Birch giving a
seminar on strip searches....
"Are there any volunteers from the audience?" the corrupt Sheriff
asked, looking directly at Ashley.
She sprinted out of the room and ran from the hotel. She was being
hunted furiously now, and she had to keep moving!
Moving quickly down State Street, she approached the entrance to
Marshall Field. She knew that walking rapidly through the large
department store would drain the system's resources by forcing the
computer to generate floor after floor of merchandise.
As she reached for the door handle, she noticed a sign in the
window:
SALE! 75% OFF FOR SELECTED FEMALE SHOPPERS!
WALK IN THE DOOR AND WIN!
She suspiciously cupped her hands and looked through the glass
doors. In the distance she could see a very distressed blonde
wearing a pair of sandals and a Chicago Cubs baseball cap....
And nothing else.
The hysterical blonde had realized too late that "75% off" referred
to her clothing, not to the prices. Ashley watched in horror as
security guards led the blushing girl to a trampoline under the
watchful eyes of a large audience of male shoppers.
Ashley also saw a man wearing a "Contest Judge" button eyeing her
lasciviously from just inside the door. She shivered. As soon as
she walked into the store, she'd be declared a "winner."
She ran a block farther. She was still in the South loop, and she
recognized a famous German restaurant she had always enjoyed eating
in. She knew the restaurant well, and she knew it would tax the
game to the fullest to generate the detailed interior, which
contained murals of the World's Fair.
Ashley strode into the restaurant and headed left towards the
famous "sandwich bar." She was literally inches away from
stepping into the room when she saw the lights flicker. She
paused. The game had changed the restaurant grid in some way,
and, before she took another step, she had to figure out how.
She looked at the beautiful wooden bar in front of her. It
certainly seemed the same. Except for the grinning men looking
at her, it was exactly like it was when she had eaten there a
few weeks ago.
The grinning men were the key. Why were they all smiling at her,
if her plot to hide in the restaurant was so ingenious? Why were
there no women in the bar?
It was then that Ashley remembered that the bar had been restricted
to men until the 1960s. Sure enough, she stepped back and looked
at the sign above the door she was about to enter:
"NO WOMEN ALLOWED"
Ashley smiled. If she'd gone into the bar, she would have been
arrested.
The restaurant, on the other hand, was "integrated," and there were
other female diners eating there. An angry maitre d' brusquely
seated her by the window.
A waiter bustled over and tried to pick a fight, but Ashley wasn't
biting. From her watch, she knew that she had to survive only two
minutes more in order to win. She was going to love walking around
town with the Federal agents, arresting everyone who had harassed
her today!
Ashley ordered a glass of water and a plain salad with no dressing.
She didn't want to be arrested for dropping crumbs on the floor, or
for over-eating, or for getting a dab of gravy on her chin. The
lights were flickering every few seconds, as the game strained to
come up with a way of getting Ashley to commit some sort of bogus
"crime" in that innocuous setting.
She looked out the window. To her delight, she saw that the FBI
van that was going to rescue her was waiting outside, and the
female agents were looking at their watches, too. One of the
agents even winked at Ashley and gave her a triumphal "thumbs
up" gesture.
"In a few minutes, the pigs in this town are going to learn a
lesson about women's rights!" Ashley thought, with satisfaction.
She was so distracted that she hardly noticed the man who grabbed
her purse....
She was after him in a flash, but the waiter blocked her path,
shrieking that she couldn't leave "without paying!"
Ashley screamed for someone to stop the thief, but, though the
place was filled with police, no one lifted a finger to stop the
fleeing criminal. She couldn't get past the waiter, and she knew
that, without her purse, she would be arrested for vagrancy and
petty theft. So she picked up a beer stein and flung it at the
purse snatcher. It was a perfect strike, and he fell to the
floor as if he'd been poleaxed.
Several policemen quickly surrounded Ashley. The cops had been
totally immobile when she had screamed for help, but, as soon as
she had foiled the criminal, they immediately sprang into action.
"You dented that beer stein!"
"Trying to run out without paying is a serious offense!"
"Not to mention assaulting that poor man for no reason at all!"
"We're going to have to take you back to the station!"
"But he took my purse!" Ashley objected. "I didn't do anything
wrong!"
Several other policemen were tenderly helping the purse snatcher
stand up while the other officers roughly cuffed Ashley's hands
behind her back.
"But this is TOTALLY unfair!" Ashley pleaded, desperately. "I'M
not the criminal! THAT MAN is the criminal! I AM THE VICTIM!"
"I just found that purse sitting on the seat next to her, and I was
rushing it up to the lost and found," the thief said, lamely, as he
rubbed his head.
"Sounds reasonable to me," a tubby officer replied.
"That snotty little YUPPIE assaulted this poor, innocent man,"
another cop said.
"We'd better take her downtown and search her for weapons," the
tubby officer suggested.
"And arrest her for trying to run out on her check!" the waiter
added.
Ashley looked out the window, and saw the full ramifications of her
mistake. The female FBI agents who had been waiting to rescue her
had just been stripped butt-naked by the "Tick Inspectors." The
furiously blushing agents were being given a full cavity search
while the delighted pedestrians laughed and jeered.
Ashley knew she was doomed....
But, suddenly, a loud buzzer went off, and everyone in the game
looked up. "DAMN!" one of the officers said. "Time's up! She's
going to get away!"
******************************
To Ashley's immense relief, the world went black, and a message
appeared in front of her.
STANDARD URBAN SIMULATION COMPLETE
TIME ELAPSED: 60 MINUTES
WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE WITH EXTENDED PLAY?
Ashley quickly shouted, "NO!" The screen went black again, and
she exhaled. All she had to do now was wait for the old woman
to unstrap her. She might not have "won" in the conventional
sense, but at least she wasn't going to be searched!
But then a new message appeared on the screen.
ASHLEY,
FROM YOUR PULSE, RESPIRATION RATE, AND AROUSAL READINGS,
I CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE REALLY ENJOYING THE GAME. SINCE
YOU'RE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME, I'LL LET YOU PLAY A BIT
LONGER. I AM GOING TO LUNCH NOW, AND I'LL LOCK YOU IN
THE STORE UNTIL I GET BACK.
EXTENDED PLAY: ENABLED
NEW TIME: 60 ADDITIONAL MINUTES
Ashley struggled to get free, but she was strapped in tight. She
hoped that she would get one more round. She might be able to beat
the machine if she just had ONE more chance!
But that final hope was dashed when the lights went up and she
found herself standing in the middle of the crowded restaurant
with her hands cuffed behind her back.
"Welcome back, sweet stuff," an officer grinned.
"Maybe we should invite the purse-snatcher -- I mean, the poor,
innocent victim -- back to the station to help out with her
cavity search," one of the cops said, as he playfully squeezed
Ashley's shapely bottom.
"Good idea!" the tubby officer replied.
The diners burst into applause as the blushing Ashley was led out
of the restaurant in handcuffs.
Although she knew the scene was virtual, she still felt strangely
guilty as she watched one of the "Tick Inspectors" slap a naked
FBI agent on her bare bottom and push her into the back of the
grim looking "Tick Inspection Van."
The two FBI agents were completely naked, and the smirking tick
inspectors had cuffed the blushing women together so that the two
partners would be touching nose to nose. Ashley winced as she
imagined the two dignified law enforcement professionals being
forced to rub their naked bodies against each other all the way
from Chicago to the border....
But Ashley had bigger problems. She shuddered as she thought of
all the humiliating details of her fantasy life that she had been
forced to reveal to the computer. It would all be used against
her now, to strip away every last shred of her pride and dignity.
Ashley's hands twisted helplessly in the cuffs, but she knew there
was no escape, and resistance was futile. There were only 59
minutes left, but she had no doubt that the examination room
was ready and waiting....
Edited by C. Lakewood