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Master Chris #73: Sara in Jail in South America
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Subject: Story: Master Chris #73 (f/m, spk, ws, exam)
Date: Fri, 14 Jul 1995 06:17:03 UTC
Sara in Jail in South America © 1995 Master Chris
Story #73 in the Master Chris Collection
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Sara was in trouble, real trouble. Things had been going so well
and she'd been having *such* a good time but now she found
herseld in a small, dank jail cell, 8 feet by 6 feet and worse,
the jail cell was deep in the heart of South America in a country
where all she could do with the language was limited at best.
The worst of it was, Sara had no idea why she was in this cell in
the first place or what she could do to get out.
Her ordeal had started almost 6 weeks earlier when upon
graduation, Sara's Dad had presented her with 2 tickets for a
Sout American tour. It had seemed romantic, exotic, even
outrageous to tour around 4 different countries for 4 weeks but
Sara was very excited about it.
The second ticket was for Sara's boyfriend Paul. They had been
practically joined at the hip for the last two years of college
so it was only fitting that they take off together. Sara and
Paul made a striking couple and everyone, Sara's parents
included, figured that they would marry soon. Paul was a shade
under 6 feet with an athetic build, blond hair and deep blue
eyes. Sara looked like an all-american cheerleader. She was
about 5'5" with a trim athletic build and high, tight uptitled
breasts. With her red-hair and fair skin, Sara's nipples were a
very light pink in color and awfully thick when excited. Her
round bottom was perhaps her best feature and when she and Paul
had recently tried anal sex, Sara had marked it down as one of
the year's great discoveries.
The first 2 weeks of vacation were everything Sara expected and
more. The pressures of school behind her and the warm, latin
ambiance of the places they were visiting made for very romantic
days and hot and erotic nights as the two twenty-one year-olds
made their way around South America. Two nights ago they had
flown into this smaller country and the political atosphere here
had seemed a little more tense. Sara had no idea how tense.
Their hotel was a small guest-house right near the ocean. Sara
and Paul had enjoyed frolicking in the surf and shopping in the
local bazar the first day and had been wandering through the
small nation's capital yesterday.
In the wee hours of the morning, the glorious vacation had come
to a screeching halt. Sara and Paul had been rudely awakened at
almost 2:00am by several armed soldiers in their bedroom. They
were physically pulled right out of the bed and pushed against
the wall amidst plenty of shouting. Sara was mortified. As they
had since coming down to this tropical climat, both she and her
boyfriend had been sleeping in the buff. Now she had been pulled
stark naked out of her bed in plain view of 4 or 5 leering
soldiers. When Paul had tried to resist he had gotten a rifle
but in the kidneys for his trouble.
Sara was given an embarrassing pat down that was clearly
uneccesary given her lack of clothes by the soldier that looked
to be in charge. He pushed Sara into the classic "spread-em"
pose with her hands above her pushing the wall, her feet wide
apart and well back from the wall. Sara was so shocked she
didn't move as the man's rough hands slid down her arm and across
each breast slowly. Even her nipples were pinched before the
hand moved lower. Sara's embarrasment increased by an order of
magnitude as a hand teased up her spread thigh and then
completely between her legs to rest flat on her belly.
Several months before Sara had started using a depilatory to
remove all her pubic hair. It had started as a tease for Paul
but he had gotten so turned on by it that Sara had continued ever
since. The soldier groping her grunted in surprise as his hands
slid down to encounter only a bare, smooth pubis. He chuckled as
his hands ran up and down enjoying the smooth lips.
Now the hands moved further back and Sara felt two hands lying
flat on her buttocks. With a slow but deliberate movement, the
soldier spread her cheeks wide, wide apart. Sara gasped then
felt a tear of humiliation trickle down her cheek as she felt a
breath of wind wasp across her fully exposed and spread open
anus.
After getting a good feel, Sara had been relieved when the
soldiers threw a t-shirt and a skirt at her and a t-shirt and
shorts at Paul. She hastened to cover up. In her limited
spanish, she tried to reach for some panties but the soldiers
started pulling them out of the house altogether. Where were
they taking them and why Sara tried to ask but there were no
answers forthcoming. Sara tried telling them that they were both
Americans and that she demanded to see someone from the American
embassy but to her horror this elicited only laughs from the
soldiers.
So now here she was, in a small dank cell with only a light
tshirt and a skirt for covering. She hadn't even been allowed
shoes. Sara had been given no chance to call anyone, no chance
to talk to Paul and no chance even to talk to someone who could
help them.
It had been perhaps a couple of hours of waiting, there was no
way to tell this deep in the building if it was even morning.
Sara finally heard some footsteps coming down the hall. She
wasn't sure whether to feel excited or terrified.
The footsteps turned out to be from two soldiers. They stopped
at her cell and opened the door. Sara jumped up and started
asking for the american embassy, for a phone, for Paul, for
someone in charge, anything! The soldiers ignored her as though
she wasn't even there. Sara was pulled out of the cell with a
soldier on each arm. They moved down a long corridor and around
to a different part of what seemed like a dungeon to Sara.
One soldier opened a door into an almost empty room and pulled
Sara in. The second soldier closed the door behind them then
took both of Sara's arms and held them tight behind her. To
Sara's horror, the other soldier now pulled her t-shirt up and
over her head baring her out-thrust breasts. The soldier didn't
even pause to molest her but reached down to pull her skirt down
to her ankles leaving her completely naked before them. The
soldier's eyes widened as he spotted Sara's smooth pubis and he
laughed as he told his friend behind her.
Things moved quickly now. The t-shirt was pulled off her arms
and the two soldiers quickly attached leather cuffs to Sara's
wrists. The cuffs were not uncomfortable but rather smooth.
Sara had the impression that they had been worn smooth by many
wearings. Other cuffs were attached to her ankles and a short
cable between them would keep her from being able to kick out.
A cable now dropped from the ceiling and Sara's wrists were
attached to it. Now the soldiers stepped back and pulled the
cable from the side of the room dragging Sara's hands up above
her head until only her toes and the balls of her feet were
resting on the ground.
The soldiers returned to just in front of Sara and she closed her
eyes as one reached out to grasp and then pull one of her wide
nipples now tight and crinkled with fear. Sara felt first one
then another hand run over her bare mons as the two soldiers
laughed.
The hands left the young redhead and Sara opened her eyes to see
them both leave the room. My God, what had she gotten into now?
she wondered. All became quiet leaving Sara with her own
thoughts. She looked around the room and found not much to give
her a clue about what she was in store for. On the back of the
door was some kind of strap, there was a small table to one side
where Sara's skirt and blouse now rested. Aside from that, there
was not much to occupy her eyes.
For perhaps 20 minutes, there was no sound but Sara's breathing
She realized now that her waiting was all very deliberate. Her
own thoughts and worries of the past 20 minutes had made her
willing to do almost anything to get out of her predicament.
Sara had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so helpless. If
she hadn't been so scared of what might happen, she realized, she
might even have been turned on. There was certainly an exciting
aspect to being restrained this way. Oh, if only it could be
Paul who came through the door. Sara closed her eyes and
imagined what he might do if he were to walk in and find her this
way; how he'd tease her and touch her, how he might spank her
bare and stretched bottom before sliding something into it to
turn her on further.
Suddenly Sara heard footsteps and her eyes flew open. Her idle
thoughts had been a diversion from her predicament and had even
turned her on. The sound of those footsteps though brought her
right back to reality. It would not be Paul who walked through
that door. Sara realized to her horror that the thoughts of the
last few minutes had left her pussy wet and her nipples erect and
poking out. She felt squishy down there. Oh No! Could anyone
notice?
Only one person entered the room and it was obvious from his
uniform and from his demeanor that he was an officer or someone
in charge. The sight that greeted him had him smile. The pretty
girl was stretched up long and high. Her already upthrust
breasts were pulled to her body to be tight rounded curves
highlighted by the large and now long nipples. Sara was blushing
furiously and her freckled face showed it well. The blush
extended lower though leaving a red flush to her upper chest and
down the front slope of her tight breasts.
The shaven pussy in this position was very predominant, leaving
her middle area where one would expect a triangle as a bare,
smooth white area highlighted even further by Sara's tan line of
a french-cut, narrow bikini. Her pussy had a high slit and the
officer could immediately see the sheen of Sara's juices on the
engorged lips. His smile brightened. It was not unusual to find
a woman turned on by waiting this way. With this young, prime
female flesh being absolutely smooth it was even more obvious.
Sara was already talking a-mile-a-minute trying desperately to
find out what was happening to her and why. The officer ignored
her. Sara watched wide-eyed as he approached and took a silk
scarf from his pocket. He moved behind her and pulled the scarf
down over her eyes and tied it tight behind her head.
"Please, please tell me what I've done!" pleaded Sara, "Let me
call my embassy. I'm sure you've got the wrong person. Can't I
just.."
The sound of the strap moving behind her reached Sara's ears an
instant before the loud smack of it hitting across both her
buttocks filled the room. The instantaneous searing heat seemed
to travel forward at the speed of light moving forward first into
her lower belly then curving up her front to the middle of her
chest and finally to her throat and out her mouth as she cried
out in a momentary time-delayed response.
"Shush." said the officer into the now silent room. I will ask
questions and you will be silent except for your direct answers."
The officer's english was impeccable.
Sara's breath was ragged as her body tried to catch up with the
heat in her bottom.
"Now then." said the officer "You will tell me what agency you
work for and what other subversive elements in our small country
you have contacted."
"But I don't know anything." cried Sara. "It's all a big
mistake."
Sara felt the cool leather of the strap stroke her left breast
and rub over the hard nipple. Oh God, she thought, please don't
hit my breasts.
"I'm sure you can do better than that." said the officer. You
must realize the position you are in leaves you with few
alternatives but than to follow my instructions. I could make
things easy for you..." Now Sara felt his fingers tugging at her
nipples. "..or hard." The leather strap was now between her
thighs and Sara was helpless but to feel him pull it up sideways
until the edge was between her wet lips and then drag the strap
outwards with the edge running deep in her pussy and touching the
edge of her clit. Sara moaned at the vulnerable sensation.
"Please" she said. "I don't know anything about what you're
talking about."
The strap struck her bottom again with a loud strap and again
Sara felt the heat moving up through her bottom into the rest of
her body. She started to cry.
"Now, now" said the officer quietly, "If you just cooperate
you'll be able to leave very shortly. His fingers were stroking
Sara's nipple outward in a pulling stroking motion. Despite
herself she felt her body respond.
The questioning continued for what seemed like hours to Sara but
was perhaps only 40 minutes or so. The officer played her like a
fine tuned instrument. He would touch her, stroke herand tease
her while speaking quietly or smack her bottom with the strap.
It took only a few moments before Sara's fears that he would
notice her moisture were realized as his fingers stroked along
her soaking slit. To her dismay she found that the strapping of
her bottom seemed to make her even wetter.
Sara tried to cooperate as much as she could, telling the officer
everything she could.
Finally the blindfold was pulled from her. Sara's body was hot
and sweaty and her bottom was warm to the touch.
"We will check your story" said the officer. You will spend the
day in jail here pending our investigation. You had better hope
we do not find you have lied to me or you will be back down here
with me and I can assure you it will not be nearly so pleasant."
The door closed behind him and Sara sagged in her cuffs. Her
arms were aching a little now. Thankfully the two soldiers who
had brought her into the room entered immediately and pulled her
from the cable. Sara figured that perhaps her ordeal was over
but there was more humilation to come.
The soldiers did not let Sara get dressed or even remove the
leather cuffs. With one taking an arm each they moved her out
into the corridor, up some stairs and along to another area.
Sara was mortified. She was stark naked! Along the way they
encountered a couple of other guards and Sara blushed crimson as
they chuckled and stared at her naked body. The three reached a
door and pulled Sara into another room. This room was obviously
a medical station. There were two cots separated by cloth
dividers and at the end of the room, a doctor's examining area.
The soldiers pulled Sara with them to the examining area and lay
her on her back on the black leather table there. Sara was face
up with her feet facing the door she'd just entered.
The soldiers used the leather cuffs on her wrists to attach her
wrists above her head to clips that were part of the table. Her
ankles were similarly attached to the bottom of the table. Now
the soldiers left Sara again naked and vulnerable in a strange
room. She did not have long to wait.
A long man, perhaps in his mid-thirties entered the room wearing
a lab coat. The doctor, Sara hoped. He came over to Sara
directly.
"I will be examining you before they bring you to a cell in our
jail." said the doctor. Moving quickly and efficiently the
doctor took Sara's blood pressure and listened to her heart. He
had her open her mouth and probed within with his fingers; lookng
Sara supposed, for contraband. Once done, the doctor now moved
to Sara's feet. He unattached each ankle in turn and re-
attached them to a standard doctor's stirrup.
Oh no! thought Sara. She had alwasy been a modest girl and
going to the gynaecologist virtually always produced a full-body
blush as her body was exposed. Her exam just before the vacation
had been the most embarrassing yet as her ob-gyn got to see her
newly smooth pussy. Sara had been mortified that he would
chastise her or perhaps laugh but in the end he had been very
professional. He had mentioned it though and after making sure
that she was fine down there had given her a pat on the pubis and
told her to be sure to be careful with the depilatory she was
using so she wouldn't irritate the sensitive parts of her body.
Predictably, Sara had blushed crimson at the incident.
Now here she was again, being spread open like a lab frog on a
dissection plate for viewing by this young man. The stirrups
were spread wide, wide apart and Sara felt her engorged pussy
lips parting wetly thanks to the stimulation they'd had for the
last hour. The stirrups seemed different to Sara, higher somehow
because not only was her pussy spread wide but her hot buttocks
were pulled back and open also to leave her anus completely open
for view.
The doctor moved to a counter and Sara was unable to see what he
was doing. When he turned he immediately sat directly between
her outstretched thighs only inches from her spread open body.
Sara felt both his hands slide down her belly to rest one at the
top of each thigh with his thumbs lying along her smooth pussy
lips. The doctor peeled them back first slowly then wider and
wider until they were tight apart. Sara knew her clit was now
open and exposed because she could feel a slight breeze wafting
across the wet nerve-filled bud.
"Hmmmm" said the doctor. "Why do you have no hair here?" He
patted the pronounced mound of Sara's bare pubis with one hand.
"Is this because of a skin disease or medical problem?"
"N-n-n-o" stammered Sara, blushing again.
"Perhaps you had an operation here?" asked the doctor.
"No", said Sara, "I did it....I did it for my boyfriend".
"Ahh" said the doctor. "You did this for sex. You are a naughty
young girl." His last pat was a little firmer than the others
leaving Sara with the sensation of his fingers haveing smacked
the puffy lips of her slit.
The doctor now moved his hands lower and again spread her wet
lips wide apart.
"You like sex very much, I think." he said to her. "You are very
wet here."
Sara didn't think she could be more embarrassed. Her blush now
extended from her freckled face down to the tops of her breasts.
With one hand holding the inner lips open, Sara felt a finger
slid easily into her. The doctor teased in the tip for a moment
then slid the thick finger in as far as he could causing Sara to
gasp softly at the intrusion. The finger slid in and out several
times, twisting as it did so then slid almost all the way out.
When it slid in next, it was joined by a second finger. The
doctor slid the two fingers deep into her body and held them
there.
Now the doctor's left hand moved upward to rest on the pronounced
mound of Sara's pubis. His fingers were splayed out slightly and
Sara felt his thumb resting casually directly over the hood to
her very erect, very sensitive clit.
As the two fingers deep inside her were twisted back and forth
and slid in and out of her wetness for her supposed "exam", Sara
felt the hand resting on top pressing down slightly. She
couldn't help feeling squirmy from the heavy thumb of the
doctor's left hand as it seemed to innocently rub over her
clitoris.
Sara didn't even notice when her hips started to rotate back and
forth at the sensation but the doctor did.
"That's fine. Now we'll continue the rest of the examination."
he said.
The finger slid from Sara's pussy and Sara felt nothing for a
moment. When she did finally feel the hands return, she groaned
in horror. The doctor's fingers were now spreading her buttocks
even wider apart to exam her crinkled anus.
Sara knew that this long neglected part of her anatomy was like
an electric button to her clit. The last time her regular doctor
had given her an anal exam she'd had to bite her lip to keep from
showing her arousal. God only knew what it would be like here.
With her anus stretched wide, it was not until the cool, squirmy
sensation of a very lubricated finger actually touched the center
of the opening that Sara knew she was about to be penetrated.
The finger teased the outside of the sensitive membranes before
sliding into the tightly muscled ring. Sara felt her anus open
and clench involuntarily at the 1/2 inch of finger now
penetrating it.
Once the finger had twisted around a couple of times and her
opening was well lubricated, the doctor pushed his finger slowly
but firmly all the way in, burying it deep into Sara's rectum.
He held it there for a moment and enjoyed the sight of Sara's
closed eyes in concentration and the toes of her bare feet as
they curled in a vain attempt not to feel what she was feeling.
The doctor smiled as he realized that anal play was very arousing
for the young girl. Well she was in for more of it over the next
few minutes.
The doctor slid his finger out of Sara's tight, hot rectum and
added more lubricant before sliding deeply in again. Sara gasped
as his finger penetrated her most private place. Once her bottom
was quite slippery and holding some of the vaseline he'd been
using for lubricant, he pulled his fingers out and waited a
moment while Sara's breathing returned to normal. There is
material in your rectum her reported solumnly. This will have to
be removed to ensure you are not smuggling drugs into the jail.
How would he do that Sara wondered. She didn't have to wonder
for long. The doctor pulled over a tray with a small basin of
water and a douche syringue in it. Squeezing the large bulb, the
doctor sucked up a good-sized quantity of water before bringing
the large, curved nozzle to Sara's bottom.
He teased the fat tip of the nozzle in slowly. It had, after
all, been designed for a different opening. Once the tip was in,
it was a small matter to slide the nozzle deep inside until only
the fat rubber bulb rested between Sara's widely parted buttocks.
This left Sara's rectum penetrated more than ever before. The
nozzle was not quite as thick as Paul's penis but it was
certainly longer and Sara could feel its curved length deep in
her body. The doctor squirted a small amount of the bulb, waited
a moment then squeezed the balance quite hard.
"Oh!" gasped Sara as the warm water built up instantaneous
pressure deep in her body.
The doctor pulled the fat nozzle from the young girl slowly
watching as her anus struggled to close itself against the water
already deep in her body.
"Aren't you going to let me up?" asked Sara wide-eyed as the
pressure of the water made her want to go to the bathroom.
The doctor smiled, "No, you will use the bedpan here."
He reached under the table and pulled up a bedpan that rested
against Sara's buttocks. Sara was mortified. She had never
imagined being so embarrassed. She tried to hold back, tried
desperately to squeeze her anus as hard as she could be it was
all in vain. With a little cry, her body finally took over and
Sara heard the humiliating sounds of her own enema being
evacuated into the metal pan.
There hadn't been much water and it was over in a moment. The
doctor used a wet towel to wipe her clean. Sara figured she must
be done but she was not. She had much more to go.
The doctor emptied the bedpan in the adjacent toilet and then
pulled a strange looking cart over beside Sara's widestretched
thighs. With her restraints, Sara couldn't get a good look at
it. The doctor sat back down between her legs and again slowly
lubricated her now much looser bottom. To her horror Sara felt
another nozzle, this one much harder and colder, touching her
anus. The steel nozzle was double barrelled and fairly thick.
The doctor took his time but when he was done, Sara's bottom was
stretched wide around the thick nozzle of the high-colonic
machine. The doctor manipulated the device again and from deep
within her Sara felt it move as an inflatable bulb suddenly made
the mid-point of the barrel of the nozzle twice as thick. The
doctor knew that it was now physically impossible for the nozzle
to become dislodged or to leak any water without the bulb being
deflated.
Sara's breathing was coming in little gasps. What *was* that
thing buried deep into her bottom. It felt so long that she was
sure it was halfway up her body by now and when the doctor made
it larger she thought she was going to pass out. Sara didn't
know whether to be super turned on or terrified. She guessed it
was a little of both.
Once the thick metal nozzle was properly seated. The doctor
checked the rest of his equipment settings and then turned the
device on. Sara heard the whine of a motor and wondered for a
moment what it was. The slow pressure of hot water sliding deep
into her rectum confirmed her worst fears. This was a new kind
of enema that she had never heard of.
The doctor checked the equipment again then stood up. He noticed
as he did so that Sara's bare pussy was now slick with her own
juices as the anal stimulation had aroused her. He chuckled as
he patted the slick wetness "Turned on? Well if you enjoyed what
you've had so far, you'll love this. The nozzle in your bottom
can't be pushed out and the motor here is a pump. It isn't very
strong and can't hurt you but it will slowly fill your colon with
warm water. The nozzle here is a little thicker as you may have
noticed. That is because it is also equiped with an evacuation
tube so you don't need to worry about that. The pump will push
the water into you for awhile then reverse itself and pull the
water out into an evacuation container.
"I've set the sequence to give you two soap-filled sequences
followed by several rinsing ones. Altogether there are a few
gallons of water for you to deal with and it will take a few
minutes. Just relax."
With a final pat on Sara's engorged and now wet pussy, the doctor
turned and walked to the main door.
"I'll be back in a moment." he said then left. To Sara's
absolute horror, the door was left wide open! With her in this
exposed position only a few feet from the door, anyone going by
would see more of her than most human beings ever see of another.
The water was working its way inexorably deeper into Sara now and
the first of what would be several cramps had just started
thanks, she supposed, to the soap. Despite any action on her
part, there was no way the nozzle into her bottom could be budged
at all and there was nothing to do but hold on.
A few minutes later, when Sara was sure she'd burst from what was
now a very distended belly, she heard the sound of pump change
and the pressure immediately decreased. Sara knew she was now
being emptied. The procedure took about as long as it had to
fill her up and just as she was feeling comfortable, the sound of
the motor changed again and again, she felt the water moving deep
inside her.
It had been perhaps 5 minutes, perhaps 10 and the second sequence
of water was now just about finished when Sara's worst fears were
realized. Over the sound of the pump she heard voices coming
down the corridor and, sure enough, two soldiers stopped at the
entrance to her examining room. They laughed as they saw the
predicament she was in. Although most of what they said was too
fast for Sara to follow it was clear they were enjoying the view
and that she was not the first young lady to have been held in
this position.
After watching for a couple of minutes, the soldiers moved on
leaving a blushing and gasping Sara behind.
Now the pump reversed again and the first rinsing water was
pushed deep into Sara's belly. The hot water had made her break
out in a sweat and it seemed that this time the pump would go on
forever. Sara felt that the water was now moving much, much
deeper into her, perhaps it was. Not until her belly was
distended and tight like that of a pregnant woman did the pump
reverse and start emptying her.
Time blur for Sara as twice more she watched her belly swell up
and shrink. The doctor arrived sometime during the process but
by the time the water was being evacuated for the last time Sara
was exhausted. Her anus was sore from being stretched so wide
for so long and her whole body felt like she'd just run the
marathon.
It was with great relief that she finally felt the nozzle deflate
and be pulled slowly from her anus.
"Now that you're clean, we can complete your examination." said
the doctor.
"No! I can't!" said Sara as she pulled weakly at her restraints.
Suddenly there was a short sharp smack and Sara felt the hot
sting of something smacking her right on the bare skin of her
pussy. "Ouch!" she said and looked up to see the doctor holding
a fly swatter. Again it swung down and again Sara felt a hot
smack on her pubis.
"You will behave or I can make your stay with me much longer and
much less pleasant." said the doctor as he idly rubbed the rubber
swatter across Sara's hard nipples.
"Yes Sir." she said meekly and bit her tongue as she tried to
keep quiet.
The doctor was now back down between Sara's legs and Sara looked
on as he reached over to the counter for what Sara knew to be a
speculum. She should have expected this, she thought. It was
her least favorite part of her annual gynaecological exam so of
course it would happen here. It wasn't that being opened by a
speculum was so painful Sara thought. It was just the idea of
having your most intimate spot opened up so wide that someone
could look right into your body. It was the most vulnerable
feeling that Sara knew.
The doctor was skilled and in a moment Sara's pussy was filled
with the metal device. A few turns of a wheel and her pussy was
stretched wide open.
"We have to ensure that there is nothing that you are carrrying
in your person." said the doctor by way of explanation.
Sara just closed her eyes and leaned back, letting him have a
look. It was a shock to her that a moment later, another metal
probe touched her now opened anus. It stroked for a moment then
pushed as the metal device pushed past the sphincter and back
into her rectum. Oh no, thought Sara. What now? Her body gave
her the answer as she felt the device in her move. It was
getting larger.
To Sara's embarrassment the nature of the device in her bottom
was now apparent. It was *another* speculum. The doctor opened
this one as well and the metal petals pulled her anus wide open.
Sara had never imagined someone could be this exposed. Both her
intimate openings were strethed wide open to the world! Despite
herself, however, she felt the familiar twinge of her clit and
her nipples tightening that said that even though she was
embarrassed, her body thought she was turned on.
The doctor turned away from the bound spread girl leaving a pair
of wide-open thighs with two metal devices directly between them
holding both of Sara's intimate openings widely exposed.
The doctor left the panting girl in this widely opened position
and left the room, leaving the door wide open once again.
Sara's eyes were closed as she tried to pretend that nothing was
happening and that this was all a bad dream. Unfortunately the
senstations running through her body kept pulling her mind back
to the situation she was in.
The sounds of voices back in the room, brought Sara back to
reality in an instant. The doctor was coming back in the room,
this time with the officer in tow! Sara's whole face flushed red
in embarassment as the officer who had questioned her earlier now
had a complete view of her spread open body.
The doctor told the officer that he had examined Sara for
contraband and could find none. The officer peered down between
Sara's legs at the two wide open speculums. Sara felt the device
in her pussy move as the officer grasped the handle and tilted it
slightly for a better view. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly
as the pressure from the spread open petals of the device pressed
against her oversensitive clit. Sara moaned involuntarily at the
sensation.
Now the fingers moved lower to grasp the even more humiliating
rectal speculum and Sara felt that one being adjusted as well to
provide the maximum view into her body. The officer and the
doctor exchanged some comment that had them both chuckle at
Sara's expense.
Sara felt the officer moving to her side and after a moment,
opened her eyes.
"So" he said, "The doctor tells me that this treatment excites
you." The officer's fingers had taken one of Sara's nipples and
was gently rolling it.
Sara's eyes were wide as the officer idly toyed with Sara's very
erect, very tight nipple.
"Nnnnnno Sir" she mumbled. Sara just couldn't tell this man the
truth.
"No?" asked the officer. "You aren't lying to me are you? If
you are lying that could be very serious. It should be very
simple to test. If I touch you for a moment and you climax, it
will be obvious that you are lying." The officer smiled, "Perhaps
you'd enjoy much more of this treatment? I'm sure I can arrange
it for you."
Sara didn't know what to say as the officer moved back between
her legs and moved one hand so that his fingers touched both of
the metal speculum sticking out from deep in her body. She
shuddered as his fingers moved them in small circles, feeling the
sensation translated directly into the depths of her belly.
With a smile, looking right into Sara's eyes, the officer moved
his other hand up to where Sara's clit, soaked in her own juices
was now sticking out from its protective hood. The touch of his
fingertip on the tip of her clit was electric. Sara's whole body
tighted up and she involuntarily pushed hard with her heels to
push her hips up toward the teasing finger.
Sara moaned out loud and felt a rush of heat start from all
extremities of her body at once and rush like a tidal wave to the
center of her being in the depths of her belly. She felt light
headed as the blood seemed to run from her head, her toes, her
fingertips all toward the tip of her traiterous clitoris and the
officer's finger which teased it.
Her orgasm seemed to have been pent up for hours and now rushed
out at her cry as she came and then came again. The officer's
teasing seemed more insistent teasing her clit and now her turgid
nipples into yet another orgasm as the officer and doctor
watched, completely entertained.
Finally, limp in her bonds, Sara fell back. It was perhaps the
most embarrassing and the most exciting and the most intense
moment of her young life and she knew in an instant that her sex
life was now changed forever.
The officer's fingers left the young body and, smiling, he
stepped once more to her side.
"I'm happy to report that we completed our investigation of you a
couple of hours ago. You are free to go and we apologize for
this inconvenience."
With a final comment to the doctor and a chuckle, the officer
left the room.
The doctor pulled the devices from Sara's body and wiped her
soaking pussy lips and buttocks with a towel. Just before
releasing her, however, he reached for one final thing from the
counter. Sara couldn't see it, but she felt the tip of something
tiny touch her anus and in a moment be pushed in. The doctor
used his finger to seat the object as deep into her rectum as he
could reach. Sara was too tired to even argue.
As the doctor undid the restraints and pulled Sara from the
stirrups and up to a sitting position, she asked what he had put
into her.
The doctor smiled. "Something that will have you remember us
later today." he said. Whatever it was, Sara could feel it
already. It was making her bottom itch and made her squirm. She
felt like she wanted to plunge something back into her rectum
just as fast she could.
The doctor gave her the blouse and skirt she had arrived in and
led the shaken girl out to the lobby of the building. Sara lept
into Paul's arms as soon as she saw him. Paul had been up all
night worrying what might be happening to Sara. His questioning
had taken only a few minutes before the police had determined his
and Sara's innocence. That had been hours ago and since then he
had been frantically trying to find out why Sara hadn't also been
released.
The two jumped into a taxi and a few minutes later were back in
their room. Sara took another few minutes to tell Paul
everything that had happened to her. She wasn't surprised to
find him with a huge erection when she finished. She had to
admit, the story even turned her on.
"So what was it the doctor put into your bottom?" asked Paul.
"I don't know, but I can tell you one thing. It is making my
bottom so squirmy that if something doesn't fill it soon I think
I'm going to scream." With that final comment, Sara pulled her
clothes off and leapt onto the bed on all fours, head down and
tail up, leaving Paul with the sight of a spread open bottom and
pussy waiting for him. Paul was amazed at Sara's aggressive
attitude and wondered if Sara would start having sex be more
kinky from now on.
He didn't have long to find out.
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