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