The Waiting is Over

by Arty (with thanks to Joe Doe!)

ASHLEY ALONG WITH HER TEN FORMER CLIENTS IS KNEELING STARK NAKED OVER A PICNIC TABLE WITH HER LEGS SPREAD WAITING FOR HER CAVITY SEARCH TO BEGIN. THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL TEAM IS GETTING AN UNEXPECTED TREAT AFTER THEIR BEST START YET. WHEN THE VIDEO CLUB ARRIVE TO FILM THEM THE SEARCHES CAN BEGIN!

Occasionally a slap was heard followed by sharp intake of breath and a groan as another of the women gave into temptation and was 'reminded', by the Coach, of the proper position.

Snatches of conversation and laughter could be heard from the assembled football players as they milled about trying to get the best views of the naked women. Coach had promised them a reward but this was beyond all expectations!

Eleven cute little bottoms waved gently around and around as Stanley continued his play-acting with his fist and two fingers. Eleven pussies glistened wetly in the harsh lighting of the gym. Eleven cute little butt holes winked shyly from the shadows of the women's widely spread buttocks. Stanley once more thrust his fingers sharply into the hole made by his loosely clenched fist and eleven voices groaned as one!

Five minutes after Ashley had joined the rest of them at the table, raising her naked butt high in the air and splaying her thighs - widely exposing her neatly trimmed pussy and asshole for all to see, the door to the hall opened to admit three more students each carrying a metal case.

The draft of air from the open door was felt by all the women around their widespread pussies and across their shamefully exposed anuses; causing a collective of shiver of anticipation. Several of the women craned their necks to see who else had come to view their humiliating predicament!

"Eyes front! Keep those beautiful buttocks up in the air now! Spread those lovely legs wide!" the Coach was enjoying his appointed task of making sure that the women kept their shameful exposure as great as possible. Walking down the row of women he could see that all of them were highly aroused and their pussy juices were starting to run down their legs.

The Sheriff grinned his recognition of the newcomers, "Ahh! The camera crew! Not long now ladies."

A loud cheer came from the assembled football players.

A collective groan rose from the picnic table as the women realised that only minutes separated them from having their humiliation recorded for all to view. They realised all too well that the chances of this tape remaining private were virtually none. Each of them agonised over the realisation that soon they would not know if the next person they met may not already have seen their most intimate places violated by the grinning Sheriff and his 'deputy'.

Stanley went over to help the guys from the fraternity video club. He was friends with most of them and greeted them all by name.

"Set the camera up behind Cindy she's the one with the most time in front of the camera so it will be nothing new for her. That's right isn't it Cindy?" Said the Sheriff. "When she's done we'll move the next lady into position for us to investigate."

Cindy moaned as the vision of her sparkling career as a female Dan Rather being flushed down the can filled her head.

The camera crew quickly set up their gear and set about adjusting the field of view and ensuring the right depth of field. Once it was all set up the cameraman glanced at the can of Crisco. "You won't need no extra lubrication for this one; her pussy juice is all down her thighs."

On hearing this Cindy flamed red and tears of shame trickled down her cheeks. Would the humiliation never end?

Meanwhile Coach Smith was encouraging the women to widen their legs still further, "Let's see some pink shall we? Let's make the job easier for the Sheriff and Stanley! Spread those legs wide ladies!" With not so gentle slaps to the inside of the women's legs he forced them to spread their legs even wider. Slowly but surely the women's pussy lips spread open revealing their shamefully pink inner lips. The Sheriff nodded his encouragement to Coach Smith and went back to his reading.

The Sheriff had been reading the Judgement and said. "Looks like I will have to search the clothes again in front of the camera. Judge Searchem wants the whole thing documented. Have you guys got enough tape for that?"

The frat. guy, who was acting as the director for this shoot nodded yes, "Sure. We can go a couple of hours before we have to change tapes. And the external battery kit is good for four or five hours altogether."

The eleven naked women gasped at the thought that they'd be spending hours in this shameful state.

"Oh I don't think we'll need more than an hour or so!" Turning to the women, "you should all be on your way by ten past four!"

"That's good. The basket ball team start practising at quarter past," the Coach said. Another collective moan greeted this pronouncement and once more all eyes turned to watch the clock.

Stanley realised that that the Coach was yet another kindred spirit.

The director nodded to the Sheriff, "We're ready when you are Sheriff. Just nod your head when you're ready to start."

The Sheriff moved to where the milk crate containing Cindy's clothes was placed; picked it up and placed the crate on the bench seat opposite where Cindy was bent over. Cindy moaned in frustration, as this was the closest that she had been to her clothes in almost 2 hours. The yearning in her gaze was obvious as the Sheriff lifted her panties from the crate and started to speak.

"Sorry Sheriff. You need to tell us when you want to start, or if you like I'll tell you when we're ready." the director interrupted.

"I've always wanted to be a film star!" the Sheriff joked. "You just shout 'Action!' when you want me to start." He put the panties back into the crate and Cindy moaned again in frustration. Would this torment never end?

The director spoke to the cameraman. "Make sure to keep Cindy in shot while the Sheriff is speaking." Then he turned to face the Sheriff, "Action!"

The Sheriff picked up the panties again and started to speak. "This is a film record of the search of Cindy Johnson under the terms of the search warrant..." as he was speaking he was gently fondling Cindy's sheer, high cut panties. Cindy's eyes never left her panties; her yearning for clothing even just her panties was a physical thing. The Sheriff continued with his spiel as he carefully searched each piece of clothing making sure that Cindy had a good long look at the clothes that she had last worn two hours ago. Eventually he finished and the last item of clothing was dropped back into the crate. Tears of frustration and shame leaked from Cindy's eyes and rolled silently down her face as she looked at her clothes just inches from her face.

Cindy gasped as the Sheriff picked up the two rubber gloves that were in front of her; her flaming face paled in shock; in a few minutes her cavity search would begin. The Sheriff and Stanley would don the gloves and one after the other they would carefully insinuate their rubber-clad fingers into pussy and anus! "Oh God! Please don't! I promise I don't have any drugs. Please, Please..." she pleaded with the Sheriff.

"Don't worry little lady. Just a few minutes more and it will all be over for you and you can get dressed." The Sheriff said soothingly as he snapped the rubber glove on next to her ear making her jump slightly in surprise. Then she gasped as the Coach smacked the inside of her thigh to make her spread her legs again.

The Sheriff looked at Cindy's glistening thighs and said to camera, "It's obvious that Cindy is already well lubricated so I won't be using any artificial lubrication." Kneeling down so that he wouldn't block the shot the Sheriff prepared to start the first cavity search. Cindy shuddered in shame as the Sheriff spoke. Then moaned as the Sheriff's rubber clad fingers started to feel all around her pussy and anus. The Sheriff described what he was doing for the benefit of the camera and Stanley, who was to be performing the 'double-check'. Cindy's butt writhed gently and the Sheriff had to tell her to keep still several times. Using first one then two and finally three fingers the Sheriff invaded Cindy's snatch. She cried out in shame and humiliation as the Sheriff stuck his fingers into her steaming pussy. "It sure is hot in here!" the Sheriff joked.

As the Sheriff carefully probed Cindy's innermost secrets he was careful to keep his thumb strategically placed over her clitoris and Cindy was ashamed to realise that her arousal was growing! Oh God if he didn't stop soon she was going to cum! Oh God Please let him stop soon! Maybe he will stop soon! Oh God! Please make him stop! Please make him ... please ... please...

The Sheriff had no intention of stopping before Cindy had cum!

With a cry of abject shame Cindy exploded in one of the most shattering orgasms of her sheltered life. Her hips bucked and writhed as she fucked the air and groaned out her shame. With a final unearthly scream she collapsed onto the picnic table. The Sheriff withdrew his fingers from Cindy's still spasming pussy.

"It's always best if the search subject can be stimulated to orgasm before the anal search as the contractions tend to dislodge anything that may be hidden there." The Sheriff noted in a detached professional voice.

Stanley grinned at the Sheriff. Someone had definitely turned the air-conditioning up in Satan's domain!

With a sharp slap to her shapely backside the Sheriff encouraged Cindy, "That's enough of a rest, little lady! Back into position! Let's see that sexy little butt in the air. That's better; now get those legs spread! I haven't got all day! I have to check out that cute little asshole of yours and there's ten more to do!"

The rest of the women gasped as they realised that they were all going to be subject to the same humiliating process; they were all going to be made to cum, moaning, gasping and screaming in front of the camera, its crew, Stanley, the Sheriff and the football team! There was no way out.

Ashley glanced at the clock 3:15. Ten women, five minutes per search - fifty minutes - nearly an hour at least before they reached her! And the basketball team was due in an hour too!

Cindy moaned her dismay and with further encouragement from the Sheriff, she hoisted her shapely backside back into position and spread her thighs as widely as she could. The Sheriff pointed out to Stanley and the Camera how Cindy's pussy gaped open now so that a visual inspection was also possible if required, another benefit of bringing the search subject to orgasm.

Speaking to camera again the Sheriff said. "The subject's natural lubrication should be enough for me to search her anal cavity. If not I'll be happy to use the Crisco that the college has so kindly provided." So saying he slid his forefinger into Cindy's gaping snatch and stirred about for a few seconds. This drew a groan from Cindy; then he withdrew his finger and placed it against Cindy's anus. "Pretend you have to poop, little lady and this won't hurt a bit!" With a moan of humiliation Cindy did as she is told and the Sheriff's forefinger slips into her ass.

The Sheriff was know standing to one side of Cindy so that the camera had an unobstructed view of the Sheriff's hand twisting this way and that as he thoroughly examined the thoroughly humiliated TV newswoman. With the unnatural feeling of the Sheriff finger in her rectum Cindy was unable to keep still. The Sheriff said nothing but placed his other hand underneath her and pressed upwards. Cindy froze. As if by accident the Sheriff's middle finger had slipped between her pussy lips and rested directly on her clit. Continuing to slide his gloved finger in and out of her anus the Sheriff gently moved the middle finger of his other hand over her nub. Still aroused from her first orgasm Cindy was helpless to prevent herself from cumming a second time. Sobbing from the shame of her exposure and the humiliation of being forced to orgasm against her will in front of so many, Cindy collapsed for a second time on to the picnic table.

"Back into position young lady! It's time for my 'Deputy' here to check that I haven't missed anything!"

"She doesn't seem very keen on the idea Sheriff," smirked Stanley, "perhaps she'd like to wait until we've finished the rest of 'em?"

Cindy gasped at the thought of extending her exposure a minute longer than necessary. "It's OK! I'm ready now." So saying she raised herself back into position, would this torment never end? Her face flamed crimson again as she spread her legs once more and exposed her soaking pussy to the camera and the other occupants of the hall. The insides of her thighs glistened wetly and the smell of her arousal was obvious to everyone at the picnic table.

"Are you absolutely sure you're ready?" said the Sheriff with exaggerated concern. "Maybe you should make it clear to the 'folks at home'?"

Arching her stomach towards the table Cindy and blushing furiously, she turned her head to face the camera and spoke, "I'm ready for Deputy Johnson to perform my search." With a moan of shame at how quickly she had submitted to the Sheriff's mind-games she turned and hid her face between her forearms.

Stanley stepped forward and pulled on his rubber glove. "It'll be my pleasure ma'am. I can't tell you how pleased I am to be 'helping' out such a well known lady as yourself!" So saying he slid two fingers into Cindy and began his explorations. By now Cindy was in a state of abject shame and surrendered to Stanley's ministrations without a fight. He quickly brought her off and then duplicated the Sheriffs actions when searching her anal passage. Cindy was beyond protest. Four orgasms in front of the college football team and on tape, her mind refused to contemplate it any more and she lay motionless on the table.

The ten others were in turmoil. For over two hours they had been kept exposed and humiliated and now they had listened as first the Sheriff and then Stanley had brought Cindy to two powerful orgasms. The realisation that their turn was only a few minutes away was crushing.

"Up you get Ms. Johnson. Please stand and face the camera and read the words on this here card." The Sheriff assisted Cindy in rising from the table. She groaned as she stood up. She had been bent over the table for over two hours and her body protested at the abuse. Finally she stood before the camera. In her bemused state her mind latched onto the familiarity of reading off a cue card in front of camera and before she could stop herself she read aloud the word on the card. Making the necessary substitutions without thinking.

"I, Cindy Johnson, do declare that I have been searched under warrant by the Sheriff and his appointed representatives with my consent and have suffered no adverse effects from the search, which has been conducted properly in accordance with state law as amended by local ordinances."

What had she done? Her conscious mind caught up with her mouth, but by then it was too late. She had just absolved the Sheriff of any wrongdoing and consented to the search! The Sheriff picked up the milk carton containing her clothes and gave it to Cindy who automatically took it from him.

"Now just take these here clothes of yours and go and stand over there by the wall bars."

"Can I get dressed now?" Cindy was appalled by the submissiveness in her voice, but could do nothing about it.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Johnson, you're still in my custody and until I've had a chance to finish the paperwork you have to be treated like we treat all potential criminals." The Sheriff shrugged his shoulders as if to say that if he had his way it would be no problem, but rules were rules. "So if you'll just go with Stanley here he'll make sure that you're safe and sound. When we've completed all the searches you'll all be free to get dressed and leave."

Too tired to argue Cindy followed Stanley to where the Sheriff had indicated. With no protest she had raised her hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. The football team got a look at her breast for the first time and more than a few whistles could be heard. Making her spread her legs again she was made to place the milk carton between her legs so that she could feel the edges of the carton against the insides of her calves and making it impossible to bring her feet together. Her clothes. Her clothes. There they were just between her feet, but she couldn't reach them. Oh God what have I done to deserve this?

The Sheriff nodded his approval at Stanley's arrangements and prepared to search his next victim.

Cindy watched as Jane was made to slide across in front of the camera. All the while making sure that her legs were kept widely spread. Why did that matter? Apart from ratcheting up the humilation. The Sheriff and Stanley donned new gloves and Jane's search followed the same route as Cindy's. Jane's scent joined Cindy's as she was brought to four crashing orgasms. In the same helpless fashion she carried her own clothes to join Cindy. After the awful exposure of the picnic table standing with just your breasts and pussy exposed felt almost like being clothed! This feeling soon wore off as the constant stream of comments from the football team reached their ears.

In this fashion the line of women next to the wall bars grew and the line of exposed anuses fell, until Ashley was the only woman left at the table. The clock stood at 4pm. Taking his time the Sheriff searched through Ashley's bag. He couldn't believe his luck. She didn't have any cash.

"Well, what have we here. Ms Perry Mason seems to be in violation of local ordinance 214.10!"

"But that's the vagrancy law", gasped Ashley "you can't be serious?"

"You should have at least $200 on your person at all times. That's a day in the police cells Ms. Johnston."

"But I have credit cards! I can go to the ATM and get cash any time!"

"Well I don't know nuthin' about that. Tell you what Ms. Johnston you come see me a week from now and show me $200 and I won't consider pressing charges of solicitation. It seems to me that's the only way you can earn the cash you need right now!"

Realising that she had better shut up before things got worse. How could they get worse? She wondered. But not wanting to find out she said, "Ok Sheriff I'll be happy to show you the money next week."

"Well that's right good of you Ms. Johnston! No doubt you won't mind volunteering to be properly searched during your visit will you?"

In a tremulous voice Ashley agreed to the Sheriff's demand.

"Well let's get to it. The basketball team's due at any time and their season definitely doesn't deserve the kind of 'reward' that the football team is getting!"

By now the procedure is very familiar to all concerned and with all the exposure and the female scent in the air Ashley is soon helplessly orgasming under the experienced fingers of the Sheriff. By now it was standard practise for the victim to request the 'double-check' search from Stanley and he was quickly forcing Ashley to squirm and wriggle to two more tremendous cums. As quickly as she is able she takes her position with the other ten women and waits impatiently as the Sheriff signs off the search warrants. At his suggestion the camera crew make a walking shot along the row of naked women. The clock is showing 4:08 and the women are desperate. Finally the Sheriff brings a release form for each of the women to sign.

As each woman dashes off their signature she grabs her clothing and starts dressing desperate to get some covering before the hall doors open to let the basketball team in for their practise. Just as Ashley is pulling on her jacket the minute hand of the clock clicks onto 4:15 and the doors bang open to admit. A single student in a tracksuit, looking around he slaps his forehead and says to no one in particular, "Darn practise has been moved to tormorrow!"

Before any of the women can say anything, the Sheriff spoke again. "I'd like to thank you, ladies, for your cooperation today, it's been a pleasure! And I'd just like to thank you all for allowing us to use the video that we shot today as part of our ongoing training in 'Advanced Strip Search Techniques' - did I forget to remind you tick the non-disclosure box I'm always forgetting! Darn well it's too late now. I'll make sure that each get a copy of the video though, it's the least we can do. You all have a nice day now!"

With the cheers of the football team in their ears and thoughts of public humiliation in their minds the eleven women leave the hall.

-Fin-