


 
                            TEST DRIVE 

                                by 

                             Joe Doe


NATALIE ATTENDS AN OPEN HOUSE CHARITY EVENT TO CELEBRATE THE 
OPENING OF A NEW JAIL.  SHE TELLS A GUARD ABOUT HER STRIP-SEARCH 
FANTASY, AND HE ARRANGES A PRIVATE TOUR OF THE RECEPTION AREA.  
BUT THEN SHE IS ASKED TO "TEST OUT" THE NEW FACILITY.... 


[Part 1]

When the new municipal jail announced an "open house" fund-raiser 
prior to its official opening, Natalie eagerly signed up.  For a 
small donation, individuals or couples would be allowed to attend 
the party, take a breathalyzer test, be booked and fingerprinted, 
and then spend the night in a jail cell.

Of course, the party itself didn't interest Natalie much, but she 
was dying to see what the facility looked like.  The young college 
student had always fantasized about what it would be like to be 
strip-searched, and she hoped that the prison reception area would 
be part of the tour.

Unfortunately, most of that area was off limits to the party 
guests.  But, when Natalie told an overweight guard about her 
strip-search fantasies, he eagerly volunteered to give her a 
"special tour."

After "lights out," Natalie found herself standing in the prison 
reception area with four male guards and a matron.  Ordinarily the 
presence of the matron would have been comforting to Natalie, but 
this woman looked more butch than the guards. 

The matron wanted to know if Natalie was one of those "stuck up 
college girls."  Natalie admitted that she did attend the local 
college.

"I wanted to go, but I had to work for a living," the matron said, 
huffily.  "You college girls are just a bunch of rich bitches, if 
you ask me.  I'd love to get one of you down here in my jail, under 
MY control," she said, longingly. "Then we'd see how tough you 
REALLY are!"

Natalie shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot as the 
lesbian guard eyed her lasciviously. 

"Why don't we just start the tour?" Natalie asked, weakly.

"Well, if you're anxious to get started, college girl, let's go.  
First stop: the exam room," one of the male guards said, with a 
wry smile.

The exam room was a large, tiled area.  Natalie blushed when she 
saw that the centerpiece of the room was a medical exam table, 
complete with stirrups.

The matron went to the table and began to caress the stirrups.  "I 
asked them to put these up a little higher and on an angle," she 
explained, clinically.  "The table is a little small, and I wanted 
to make sure the girls were spread out nice and wide!"

"I think Natalie's cute little feet would fit into the stirrups 
perfectly," one of the guards offered.

"Well, if she ever is an inmate here, be sure to give me a call," 
the fat guard said.  "I'd love to see our cute little coed up on 
that table."

Natalie blushed as she imagined herself spread out on the table.  
There were no curtains, no partitions, and no exam robes. 

And, what was worse, the male guards would get to watch everything. 

"Although, even if the stirrups are right, the table might be too 
narrow to position her for the rectal exam," the matron said.

"Rectal exam?" Natalie squeaked.

"That's right, babe," the matron replied, brusquely.  "After we 
checked out that tight little sophomore snatch, we'd make you turn 
over and get up on all fours.  You'd put your head on the table, 
stick your tight little ass in the air, and then spread those long 
legs." 

The matron paused as if to consider the matter.  "Of course, the 
table is plenty wide enough for you to show off your pussy," she 
said, casually.  "But you'd have to spread your knees pretty wide 
before we could see your tight little butt hole!"

"I don't know," the fat guard replied.  "I bet we could see 
Natalie's blow hole just fine!"

"I'd sure like to find out!" another guard added. 

"But that would be so HUMILIATING!" Natalie protested.  She turned 
to the fat male guard.  "You wouldn't really let her put me in THAT 
position...would you?"

The tubby guard leered back at her.  "Bottoms UP!" he said, 
mockingly, giving her bottom a playful little slap for emphasis.

All of the guards laughed as she rubbed the seat of her pants. 

She didn't know which was bothering her more...the ongoing 
embarrassment or the rising dampness between her legs.

Although she was excited, the stark examination table also chilled 
her to the bone.  And the casual way that the guards laughed and 
joked about stripping her butt-naked was totally unnerving. 

A very nervous Natalie asked if they could continue the tour.

"Let's hit the showers," the fat guard said.

The shower room was a large, bare concrete room with nozzles 
hanging down from the ceiling.  To her dismay, Natalie noted 
that, like the exam room, there was absolutely no privacy!

"I know it isn't the kind of your shower your majesty is used to," 
the matron said, sarcastically.  "But the guys sure wouldn't mind 
watching you get a good scrub down!"

"I'd scrub her back," one guard said.

"I'd scrub her front," a second volunteered.

"Why don't you go stand in the shower, Natalie," the pudgy guard 
suggested.  "Try it out for size!"

Natalie said she didn't want to, but her "hosts" insisted, and so 
she was soon standing in front of one of the nozzles in full view 
of the five grinning guards.

"This is...embarrassing," Natalie said, softly.

"If you think it's embarrassing now, try standing there butt-naked, 
honey!" the matron said, with a mirthless laugh.

"I wouldn't mind seeing her that way!" one of the guards offered, 
helpfully.

"In her case, LESS is definitely MORE!" another guard said, 
laughing.

Natalie swallowed and asked to be shown into the next room. 

"Not so fast, honey," the matron said.  "You got lice?"

"Of course not!" Natalie answered, indignantly. 

"I don't believe you, college girl.  I think you need to be 
deloused!" 

The matron picked up a small nozzle attached to the wall and 
teasingly pointed it directly at Natalie's crotch!

"I got a high pressure nozzle, so that I can blast every nook and 
cranny," she explained. "In your case, your snatch and asshole are 
probably still pretty tight and snappy, so I'd use the maximum 
setting."

"But I don't need to be deloused!" Natalie protested.

"How do I know where that hot little pussy of yours has been?" 

The other guards laughed and nudged one another knowingly.  Natalie 
blushed crimson at the humiliating joke! 

The matron turned the nozzle towards the shower wall and pressed 
the trigger of the spray gun.  Natalie flinched as the powerful 
jet blasted against the wall.

"That fire hose would blow me into the next room!" Natalie wailed, 
as she instinctively grabbed her crotch.  "And the disinfectant 
smells terrible!" 

"I know you're used to Channel No. 5, Princess, but the stink from 
the disinfectant lasts a good solid week!" the matron said, with a 
malicious grin.
 
"It won't be so easy to pick up guys when you smell like the 
sanitary cake in a urinal, will it?" 

"She could pick me up any time," one guard retorted.

"Yeah, I can hold my nose while she sucks my dick," another said, 
with a chuckle. 

The conversation was going downhill fast, and Natalie asked to be 
taken to the next room.

The next room was the changing room.  On the plain wooden bench 
were socks and sneakers, a pair of white cotton panties, a plain 
white t-shirt, and a very brief pair of orange shorts.

"There's no bra," Natalie complained.  "And those shorts look kind 
of skimpy."

"Well, it's not as fancy as the designer stuff you arrogant little 
college bitches usually wear, but I think it would look PERFECT on 
you," the matron replied, her voice dripping with acid.  She held 
the shorts up against Natalie's crotch.  "See, it fits that cute 
little ass of yours like a glove."

Natalie winced.  The orange shorts would be tight, and would show 
a lot of leg.  They would cling to her buttocks like a second skin.  
And, without a bra, the tight t-shirt would be even worse!

"I think she'd look great!" one guard said.

"It would sure make me want to sign up to watch the chain gang," 
another added, laughing.

The tour concluded back in the main reception area.  A very nervous 
Natalie was glad that she got through the harrowing tour with the 
clothes on her back!

But, somewhere deep inside, she was a little disappointed.

"Since we were nice enough to give you a tour, Natalie, we're 
wondering if you could do us a tiny favor," the fat guard said. 

Without thinking, she readily agreed.

"We haven't officially opened yet, and we'd really like to get 
an opportunity to test out the facility," he explained.  "We're 
wondering if you could help us take some of the equipment for 
a little "test drive."

Natalie swallowed hard.  "A test drive?" she asked, anxiously.  
The matron's frosty grin made Natalie feel very vulnerable. 

There was a pause, and then she asked, nervously, "What equipment 
would I be helping you test?"

"All of it, cupcake!" the matron said, harshly.  "The exam table, 
the showers, the delousing spray, and the uniform!" 

The matron ogled Natalie and added menacingly, "Plus, each of the 
guys wants to know how those new rubber gloves feel!"

Behind her, Natalie overheard one of the guards whispering.  "What 
I really want to know is how her cute little pussy feels!" he said, 
with a lewd laugh.  The guard he was whispering to chuckled in 
agreement. 

Natalie blushed as she turned and faced the four grinning male 
guards.  The bulges in their pants made it apparent that they 
were eager to get started.

"We'll start off by testing this, sweet cheeks," the matron said, 
gruffly.  She placed a small cardboard box in front of the 
trembling girl.  "We need to know whether this box is big 
enough to hold your purse, jewelry, and clothes." 

Natalie looked at the small cardboard box fretfully.  "H-how much 
of my clothing would I have to put in the box?" 

"Every stitch, Professor!" the matron said.  "We're going to strip 
you naked as a newborn babe!  The guys wouldn't have it any other 
way...and neither would I!"

Natalie looked at the ominously empty box.  Her fantasy could come 
true, if she had the courage.

She reached up and began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse.

"Shoes and socks first, Princess," the matron prompted.  "I know 
you're anxious to show us your tits, but we've got to follow proper 
procedure here." 

Natalie blushed and complied. 

The matron smiled.  Natalie's "test drive" had officially begun!

She would soon be "breaking in" every single piece of equipment in 
the reception area.

And the five guards would be breaking in Natalie!



Edited by C. Lakewood
