


 
                         Test Drive

                             by 

                         The Wraith


         THE DRAMA CONTINUES, AS NATALIE GETS PROCESSED.



Part 2 

Natalie's blouse proved unexpectedly difficult to unbutton.  Her 
fingers refused to work right, and she had to fight each button 
to fit it through the hole.  She tried not to look at the officers, 
but their comments were impossible to ignore. 

"Take it off, baby!"

"Let's see some skin!"

"I can't wait to run my fingers through your hair, but you'll have 
to get your underpants off first...ha!"  

The guards were laughing and placing bets on everything -- from the 
color of her panties to the amount of hair between her legs.

Eventually, she got the shirt off, folded it, and dropped it in the 
box.  She crossed her arms over her white lace bra, but the guards 
began yelling at her to get on with it. 

"Don't get shy now.  You're just getting started."

"Yea, Baby!  That's it!  Let's see your money maker!"

Natalie had never thought it would be like this.  She had dreamed 
about it, and even had fantasies about it, but the reality was far 
removed from her safe daydreams.  She thought, "In my dreams it was 
erotic to be stripped, I was in control and could stop anytime I 
wanted, and I never did anything I didn't really want to do.  But 
here I am in real life, and it's just so humiliating.  I have to 
hear their vulgar comments about my body, and I can't tell them 
to shut up."

She wanted desperately to get out, but she knew she first had to be 
stripped and processed.  

She was, however, caught in a dilemma.  The part of her brain that 
recalled (and reveled in) her intense erotic fantasies, was sending 
signals to her body, priming it for the impending climax, whereas 
the rational part was screaming NO!  She was tingling all over and 
starting to sweat.  Her nipples were so hard, and her panties were 
already more than merely damp.  "This can't be.  I don't like 
this...I can't!" she thought.  And she knew that she must remove 
her panties quickly before the guards noticed how wet they had 
become.... 

She got her pants off, folded, and into the box quickly, but then 
the comments on her panties began. 

"Well, Well, Well -- it seems our little college honey got all 
dressed up for us, guys," the matron said. 

"Pay me!  I bet on red, and there it is."

Natalie wanted to sink into the floor as she saw money being passed 
back and forth among the guards.  She was blushing to her toes. 

She unfastened her front-opening bra and dropped it into the box, 
followed quickly by her red thong.  She wanted to hurry on to the 
next part, but the guards intended to prolong the process.  She 
again saw money pass and tried, unsuccessfully, to tune out the 
comments about her "pussy" (as they called it). 

"Hands on your head!" the matron said.  She looked at Natalie with 
satisfaction.  This was the best part of her job, teaching college 
girls a good lesson to take home to their mommas.  "Spread them 
legs!"

Natalie jumped at the command and did as ordered.  She was looking 
down at the floor and was scared.  The officers were now close and 
circling her. 

"Not much in the tit department," the fat guard said. 

"Hell, it ain't her tits that I want to get better acquainted 
with." 

"Damn fine looking pussy you have there, darlin'.  Is it for use, 
or just for show?"  That officer was squatting down, directly in 
front of Natalie's pussy, staring intently.  "Hey guys!  Check out 
this pussy juice here.  Damn, she's primed and ready to be pumped!"

"What do you think, Marge?  Should we take her out into the sun and 
put a tan on this?" the one with the beard said, slapping Natalie's 
naked ass hard enough to leave a hand print. 

"Nah, I think she'll do.  She is a little skinny for my taste, but 
I can find a couple things for her to do," Marge said, laughing.

Natalie had never heard people talk this way about her body.  She 
was mortified, standing naked, her hands on top of her head, her 
legs spread, feet a shoulder-width apart.  Worst of all, their 
crudeness was turning her on.  What might the matron make her do?  
Whatever, though, she was helpless to resist. 

"Let's go, Missy.  The test is done here.  It seems the box was the 
right size after all.  Well?  Do you want to stand here all day and 
let the next tour watch?  We'll go test out the table next."

"Oh, nO!"  Natalie moved quickly.  These damn guards were more than 
enough.  She'd just die if anyone else saw her.  

They all entered the exam room.  The matron handed Natalie an 
unopened box of latex gloves.  She was confused.  "What do you 
want me to do with these?"

"What do they teach you girls up at that fancy college?  You'll 
pass out the gloves...unless maybe you want the bare finger 
treatment?" 

Natalie felt dizzy, knowing that she had to pass out gloves for the 
fingers that would soon be invading her.  She trudged over to the 
first guard and placed a glove in his outstretched hand. 

"I like the way you jiggle, little lady.  I think we're gonna be 
friends real soon," the fat guard said, as she gave him a glove. 

Natalie heard each person make a comment about the coming exam.  
She was still blushing, and the fact that she was wet between the 
legs was unnerving.  She knew what was about to happen, and yet her 
body was on fire.  She was sure her nipples had not been this hard 
in a long while, and the heat from her crotch was uncomfortable as 
she walked to each person. 

"It's time.  Hop up on the table and open those cute thighs real 
wide, and we'll get a feel for the type of woman you really are." 

Natalie sat on the table with her knees tightly pressed together, 
postponing the inevitable.  "Please c-could the men leave?  I can't 
do this with them looking on.  P-please?"  The guards, of course, 
thought this was hilarious and burst out laughing, as she hung her 
head in embarrassment, feeling silly at being so naïve. 

"Lie back, and open sesame," the matron said.  "Damn fine piece of 
pussy for the opening ceremony on the table."

Natalie hooked her feet into the stirrups and was instantly open to 
the viewing public.  She was sure there was something criminal 
about the setup there...that a woman's feet in the stirrups were 
raised too high and tilted too much.  But the guards' voices 
interrupted her thoughts.  She listened to them arguing about 
who got to "poke" her first, until they finally settled the order 
by playing odds-and-evens.  It was then "exam time."  And she knew 
that it would be FIVE vaginal exams, and then...oh, god...five 
r-rectal exams.... 

Lying there naked and wide open, she was trembling (with 
indignation? excitement?) at their continual comments: 

"What do you think, she tight or loose?"

"Prolly depends on which hole you're talkin' 'bout!"

"Suppose she's any good in the sack?"

"I wonder if she swallows." 

"There's only one way to find out!"

The first guard tried to finger-fuck her all the way into an 
orgasm, but he was so incompetent at it that she imagined that 
this might well be the first time he'd ever touched a woman.  
The second, however, was much better and pushed her right to the 
edge.  The next easily toppled her over, and he and the last man 
collaborated on submerging her in a long, serial orgasm.  

Then it was the matron's turn.  Natalie was painfully ashamed to be 
writhing on another woman's fingers, but there was no way to stop 
her body from betraying her -- Marge knew every trick, and she was 
used them all.  She tried to fight it, but, super-sensitized by her 
previous workout, she didn't last long, soon being overwhelmed by 
one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

The fat guard was ecstatic.  "Great show!  Damn, that was hot, 
Marge.  I never thought she'd be a screamer.  And it was fantastic 
how her whole body shook and those little titties quivered."  He 
stepped between Natalie's wide-spread thighs, leaned close, and 
took a big sniff.  The other guards laughed uproariously. 

Natalie was red with shame...and lust.  She was sweating and 
breathing heavily.  The matron then ordered, "Turn over, face 
on the table, and that cute ass in the air." 

She pulled her feet from the stirrups and, still weak from her 
recent orgasms, almost fell off the table.  The bearded guard 
kept her from falling, but, in the process, groped her breast.  
Natalie's new position had her on her knees, with her forehead 
resting on the table.  She spread her legs until her knees were 
almost at the edges of the table.   

"Here you go, honey -- we want you to feel like you're really 
involved," Marge said, handing Natalie a brand new tube of KY 
jelly. 

Natalie pleaded, "Please don't make me do this....  I can't." 

"Your choice, little lady.  Okay, guys, she wants it dry.  Go for 
it," Marge said, laughing.  She knew what was coming, and it 
arrived before anyone could move.

"NO!  Here, use some of this!  PLEASE!"  Just the thought of 
getting a rectal exam scared Natalie, but to imagine getting 
it without any lubrication absolutely terrified her.  She rose 
to her knees and opened the tube.  One of the guards held out 
two fingers of his right hand, and she obediently squirted out 
a large dollop of lube.  He gestured for her to resume her crouch.  

Shivering, she obeyed. 

"Now, Princess, reach back and spread those cheeks.  Open 'em nice 
and wide, so I can explore your poop chute."

"Please be gentle.  I've never...."  Natalie bit her lip and wished 
she'd learn not to blab, but she did reach back and spread her 
cheeks a little wider. 

"Hey, boys!  She wants us to think her asshole's virgin territory!  
How many times now have you used that line of bull, college girl?"   

Natalie again tried, with little success, to close her mind to 
their comments; she was mortified by the way they talked about 
her.  

But she forgot that and nearly screamed as a cold, greasy finger 
touched her asshole.  She tensed as it started to push into her.  
The guard took his time, letting her body adjust.  He pushed his 
finger in as far as the first knuckle, rotated it, and then and 
slid it back out.  "UNH!" Natalie moaned, as TWO fingers now 
entered her.  The guard sighed as he pushed both fingers in all 
the way.... 

Natalie doled out the lube to the grinning guards one by one, 
greasing up their fingers in self-defense, and got thoroughly 
goosed before the rectal exam at last came to an end.  

When they helped her to her feet and led her to the shower, she 
felt some relief.  The shower should cool her off and clear her 
head, she thought.

"Time to get clean," the fat guard said.  "We'll wash out all that 
lube, don't you worry.  We use a special tool.  We want to be sure 
to get in deep, and clean you out good." 

Natalie leaned against the cool shower wall.  She felt the lube 
squishing out from between her ass cheeks, and her thighs were 
slick with her own juices.  She was disoriented and certainly not 
braced for it when the cold water hit her.  "AHH!" she screamed.  
She jumped out from under the water, only to be pushed back again.  
The guards were grabbing any of her body parts that were available 
as they manhandled her back under the frigid spray. 

"I thought you might need to cool off that hot pussy of yours," 
Marge said.  She took great enjoyment in watching the college girl 
hopping around under the icy needle-spray. 

When she was thoroughly wet and chilled, they pulled her out, 
and a guard began soaping her up her crotch.  Then, in quick 
succession, someone grabbed her waist, someone else forced her 
to bend over, and someone else's thick, stiff cock was entered 
her.  The guard in front dropped his pants and thrust his prick 
between her lips.  They played a sort of musical chairs with her 
various holes...almost endlessly. 

But, an end did finally come as she was stretched out on the wet 
floor, being queened by the matron.  The matron at last gave a 
long, hissing sigh and lifted her her weight off Natalie's face.  
Natalie was relieved and grateful as the shower was turned on 
again.  The water was still cold, and it stung, but it was, to 
a degree, washing the day's events off her body. 

Marge said, "Let's get our college beauty rinsed off and finish the 
processing."  Natalie was hauled to her feet and pushed against a 
partition.  The blast from the fire hose practically nailed her to 
the wall.  She screamed and vainly flailed about.

"You're gonna be squeaky clean, Princess.  Won't that be nice?" 
Marge laughed.  It was such fun that it was some time before she 
turned off the pressure-spray, leaving Natalie gasping and 
exhausted, unable to react even when she was doused with acrid 
delousing fluid ("flea-dip"). 

Then, dripping water and "dip," choking on the chemical fumes, and 
beginning to feel a stinging and itching (particularly in her 
crotch area), she was led on into the next room. 

They handed her a towel and watched as she dried herself.  When she 
was done, they gave a uniform, of sorts, beginning with a pair of 
white cotton panties.  She accepted them gratefully, thrilled to 
have clothing again.  But the panties were so tight; they molded 
themselves to her body, plainly outlining the details of her pussy. 
("Nice camel toe," one of the guards murmured.)  She then 
discovered that the t-shirt was both thinner and shorter than 
she had first thought.  It left her belly fully exposed, and 
her hard nipples were clearly visible through it.  

Fittingly, the orange shorts were just obscene.  

A guard told her to sit down on a nearby long bench.  As she walked 
over to it, she wondered if her panties were showing, since the 
shorts were so small.  She sat down beside one of several eye-bolts 
jutting up from the bench and asked, "What's this for?" 

Marge nonchalantly cuffed Natalie's left wrist to the eye-bolt.  
"Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah.  Can you un-cuff me now?"

"Right after you sign this.  It states you went through the 
recommended procedures and was processed according to regulations.  
Sign here!" 

Natalie signed on the line and looked up at Marge, expectantly.  
"Uhm, Miss?  The cuff?"  It then occurred to Natalie that she 
might be worried about the smile on Marge's face....

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Miss Smarty-pants-college-girl.  You should have 
learned by now to read first, and sign last.  You've just signed 
up for a nice ride to the county jail.  There you'll get to play 
the virgin subject all over again for THEIR new processing room.  
But I should warn you -- I think they may take a liking to you and 
keep you for a while." 

"NOOOOO!" Natalie screamed.



Edited by C. Lakewood 


