TEST DRIVE 

                             by 

                          Joe Doe


NATALIE IS FORCED TO RECOUNT HER SHAMEFUL SEARCH DURING HER BUS 
RIDE TO THE COUNTY JAIL.
 
THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN TO THANK WRAITH FOR HIS GREAT CONTINUATION 
OF "TEST DRIVE" AND TO RESPOND TO NERDLY'S CHALLENGE TO WRITE A 
STORY THAT DEALT WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A SEARCH. 
 
I ALSO WANTED TO GIVE NATALIE A CHANCE TO GAIN LITERARY IF NOT 
LITERAL REVENGE, AFTER A READER NAMED KAREN WROTE IN TO WRAITH, 
SUGGESTING THAT HE KEEP GOING AND REALLY "SHAME THE...BITCH!"



Part 3 
 
When Karen saw Natalie chained up in the back of the processing 
van, she couldn't believe her good luck.  It was her second week 
in her new job as Director of the Department of Corrections, 
and that little college bitch who had stolen her boyfriend had 
fallen right into her clutches.
 
Of course, Karen knew that Natalie wasn't a criminal, and her quick 
conversation with a sheepish guard confirmed that Natalie had as 
much business in the back of a prison van as Santa Claus. 
 
But the sight of the obviously terrified girl chained helplessly 
there was simply too delicious for words.
 
She was sitting on a bench with her feet shackled to a long bar 
that ran along the floor of the van.  Her arms were stretched taut 
over her head, which caused her half t-shirt to ride up even higher 
over her braless chest, nearly exposing her nipples. 
 
Her fingers twisted uselessly in her cuffs, which were fastened 
securely to the wall behind her.  She could squirm and wiggle, 
but she could not escape.
 
Her beautiful legs were wonderfully displayed in the skintight 
orange shorts she was wearing, and her small but firm breasts 
jiggled provocatively under her form-fitting t-shirt.
 
Her hair was still wet from the shower and the stinking, burning 
fluid that had been used to delouse her.  But it was the look of 
terror in her eyes as she contemplated her future at the county 
jail that Karen treasured the most.
 
Karen showed her identification to the guards who were driving the 
truck and asked if she could ride to the county jail with Natalie.
 
"That's fine, ma'am, but, since there are two guards in front, 
you'll have to ride in back.  The other prisoner who was scheduled 
to be transferred got cancelled, so there will be plenty of room on 
the benches.  We do have to stop in a few minutes to change crews, 
though, since our shift is ending, and we're going off duty."

"Take your time," Karen replied.  "I'm looking forward to spending 
some 'quality time' talking to our new little jailbird in the 
back," she said, with a wicked smile.
 
"Go easy on her," the guard counseled.  "She just about had a heart 
attack when I snapped the cuffs on her wrists, and she looks like 
one scared little bunny rabbit to me."
 
"Rabbit stew is one of my favorite dishes," Karen thought, as she 
climbed into the back of the van and sat on the hard wooden bench 
opposite Natalie.  Feigning concern, she asked "poor" Natalie what 
had happened, and what in the world she was doing in this nasty old 
prison van. 
 
Natalie frantically explained how her harmless strip-search fantasy 
had led to a "test drive" of the equipment at the new municipal 
jail, and how the guards were now sending her to the county 
facility as a practical joke.
 
It was a joke that Karen enjoyed immensely, but she hid her delight 
and pretended to be Natalie's friend.
 
"What all happened to you, Natalie?" she asked, anxious for the 
juicy details.  "You look terrible."
 
"I don't want to talk about it," Natalie said, looking at the 
floor.
 
"Natalie, if I am going to help you, I need to know everything that 
happened," Karen said, secretly relishing Natalie's discomfort.  
"Don't leave out anything they did to you."
 
"It was terrible," Natalie said, tears running down her cheeks.  
"They took my clothes and my ID, dressed me in this slutty outfit, 
and threw me into this van."
 
"They took your clothes!" Karen said, with fake outrage.  "Did 
they make you strip for them, or did they hold you down while 
you undressed?"
 
"I stripped for them," Natalie admitted quietly, once again looking 
at the floor.  "I took off my clothes, garment by garment, while 
they heckled me."
 
"How awful," Karen said, feigning sympathy.  "Tell me what they 
said."
 
"Karen, I don't see how this...." 
 
"I think you had better start calling me 'Miss Reynolds,' Natalie, 
now that you're a prisoner under my supervision," Karen said, 
pointedly.  "And I might remind you that I am the only one who 
can help you.  But, in exchange, I expect you to give me the 
details I need to reform the prison system.  Now tell me, what 
EXACTLY did they say?"

"Well, the guys made bets about the color of my underwear and the 
color of my...uh...pubic hair.  They laughed and giggled and told 
me to show them 'my money maker.'  And they made fun of my small 
breasts."
 
"What exactly did they say about your little boobies -- your 
breasts -- Natalie?" Karen coaxed.
 
"They said I wasn't much in the 'tit department,' Natalie pouted.
 
"Well, they were right about that, dear," Karen said, in a 
patronizing voice.  "You mentioned 'guys' before, Natalie.  
You didn't actually have to take off your clothes in front 
of MEN, did you?"  Karen tried to hide her excitement. 
 
Natalie looked away, desperate to avoid eye contact with Karen.  
She didn't know which was more humiliating: having to strip naked 
in front of the guards or having to sit in handcuffs in front of 
the immaculately dressed Karen and recount all of the gory details. 
 
Karen continued, her voice oozing delight.  "I mean, a slow, 
humiliating strip-search would be bad enough if you had to do 
it front of some lesbian guard, but to have to strip down birthday 
bare in front of a bunch of horny men would be mortifying."  She 
paused and opened her eyes wide to express astonishment.  "Say it 
isn't so, Natalie!"
 
Natalie's face turned crimson as she listened to Karen's detailed 
description of her degradation.  After a long pause, she said 
quietly, "Yes, Miss Reynolds."
  
"And the men just stood there and WATCHED?" Karen said, faking 
disbelief.  "They just stood there and watched while you slowly 
stripped bare NAKED?"
 
"Yes, Miss Reynolds," Natalie said, squirming in her seat.  Having 
to describe all this to Karen WAS worse than the search.
 
Just then the van rounded a corner, and Karen slid down the bench 
and landed on the floor.  Natalie had to bite her lip to keep from 
laughing as Karen angrily shouted up to the front of the van.  
"Take it easy, you maniacs!  There is a LADY back here!"
 
Natalie thought it was unusual that her friend Karen used the 
singular word "lady" instead of "ladies," but decided not to 
press the matter.  Karen was still the one who was going to 
save her.
 
"What did they do with your clothes, Natalie?" Karen said, 
relishing the image of her rival standing naked in the intake 
area, stripped of everything....
 
"They put them in a cardboard box." 
 
"How did that make you feel, seeing all of your clothes in a 
cardboard box, while you stood there, naked as the day you 
were born?" 

"It was dreadful," Natalie gushed, not yet realizing that Karen 
was relishing every moment of her shame.  "They took my watch, 
my purse, my ID...and every stitch of clothing I had on.  They 
stripped me of EVERYTHING!  And then they dumped it in that 
cheap little box like it was garbage.  I felt like they were 
taking my whole life away...my clothes, my friends, and my 
identity...and putting them in a garbage can."
 
"It must have been terrible, watching the box slowly fill up as 
they stripped you of everything you had," Karen said, sadly.  "I 
can only imagine what it felt like to watch as they sealed the box 
up, and took everything that you had away from you.  No ID...no 
money...no clothes...you must have felt so helpless."
 
Karen fought to disguise her delight as Natalie's hands closed 
into tiny, frustrated fists.  Karen treasured the pained look 
in Natalie's eyes as the blushing prisoner recounted her rapid 
transformation from coed to con. 
 
"I saw them burning some cardboard boxes out by the incinerator 
today," Karen mentioned, her brow furrowing with concern.  "I 
hope they didn't burn up your ID, or you may never get of here."
 
Karen had seen them load Natalie's box into a special compartment 
underneath the truck, but she adored the look of horror on 
Natalie's face as the chained girl imagined her entire life 
going up in smoke. 
 
Karen was really starting to enjoy her new job.  
 
A sharp right turn caused her to slide down the bench and hit the 
rear door of the van.  If the wooden benches hadn't been bolted to 
the wall, they would have crashed through the back doors.
 
She shouted out an obscenity as she fell off the bench and hit the 
floor, and she warned the guards, "Watch it, you idiots, or I'll 
have your jobs."
 
Karen didn't appreciate the amused look on Natalie's face as she 
dusted herself off and sat down on the bench again.  She quickly 
decided to shift Natalie's mind back to a more disagreeable topic.
 
"I noticed an exam table when I toured the facility this morning," 
she said, innocently. 
 
Natalie flinched, and Karen smiled.
 
"Did you get a chance to see that exam table?  It looked like a 
real beauty.  Nice and high, plenty of padding...." 
 
Karen paused for effect.  "And, of course, those lovely, glistening 
steel stirrups.  They looked so polished and shiny," she said, 
cheerfully.  "Did you see those stirrups, Natalie?" 
 
Natalie said nothing, but looked down at her shoes and nodded.
 
"The reason I ask is that those stirrups seemed to be VERY HIGH, 
and VERY WIDE," Karen said, her voice trembling with excitement.  
"I can't IMAGINE what it must be like to be SPREAD OUT that way."  
She paused and smiled.
 
"I don't mind telling you that I got a little shiver when I saw 
those stirrups, and I was fully dressed."  Karen pointedly ran 
her hand down the front of her crisp power suit.  "I can't 
imagine what it would feel like to stand NAKED in front of that 
table, looking at those terrible stirrups.  The anticipation....  
Can you imagine what it would be like, Natalie?"
 
Natalie didn't look up, but merely nodded.
 
"Oh, Natalie!" Karen said, as if she suddenly realized what was 
going on.  "Don't tell me they made you...mount that table.  Don't 
tell me that those mean guards made you put your delicate, dainty 
little feet into those awful stirrups."
 
Karen tried not to laugh as Natalie squirmed helplessly in front 
of her, her face a mask of helpless humiliation.  "You must have 
nearly died from the shame of it, you poor dear," Karen gushed.
 
Natalie said nothing, but the crimson shade of her distressed face 
told Karen everything she needed to know.
 
"Did your tiny bare feet feel chilly in those cold, metal 
stirrups?" Karen goaded.  "Did you wiggle your toes...and 
shiver?  And did you wiggle your little fanny, when you were 
all spread out that way?  I bet those guards must have enjoyed 
watching you shake it for them."
 
"Where did the males go when the matron examined you, Natalie?" 
Karen asked, hoping to draw out yet another aspect of Natalie's 
humiliation.  "I mean, no one would expect a delicate, refined, 
well-educated young lady such as yourself to put her tiny tootsies 
into those AWFUL stirrups with those drooling Neanderthals 
watching."
 
"Of course they watched!" Natalie shouted, finally overcome with 
emotion.  "But watching wasn't enough for them."  The words raced 
out as Natalie broke down.  "They actually made me...made me...give 
each of them a plastic glove...politely...with a smile...like I was 
handing out door prizes.
 
"They all smiled and joked as I handed them their gloves, and they 
made a big show of snapping them on, and joking about how tight the 
gloves were, and how...how...tight I was going to be," she said.
 
"When they flipped me over for my rectal exam, they actually made 
me grease up their fingers," she cried. "I had to spread the grease 
on their middle fingers while they snickered at me, and teased me, 
and joked about the funny look I would have on my face when they 
wiggled their fingers inside me!"
 
Karen had to use all of her acting ability to disguise her delight 
at Natalie's outburst.  It was clear from her frantic look that 
the poor girl was reliving every degrading moment of her search.
 
"How awful," Karen said.  "It must have been awful to have to 
grease those long, probing fingers, all the while knowing that 
they would soon be probing your...you." 

"It was terrible!  And the worst part was when the matron...touched 
me....  She...masturbated me...like I was some bitch in heat.  I 
hated it, but she kept doing it until I climaxed.  I didn't want 
to.  They all laughed when I orgasmed, like watching me cum was 
the funniest thing in the world. 
 
"The bastards gang-banged me in the shower, Miss Reynolds.  They 
bent me over and took me like I was some little bimbo in some 
stupid prison movie.  They made me get down on my knees like some 
cheap whore and blow them.  They made me swallow every drop, while 
they looked down and laughed at me." 
 
"Of course they did, Natalie," Karen said, her voice turning hard.  
"If you dance a striptease, and spread your legs like a 50 peso 
puta, and let every boy in town feel your hot, wet snatch, OF COURSE 
men will laugh at you.  It's what you deserve.
 
"I knew you were a slut when you stole my boyfriend.  A little 
prick-tease like you belongs behind bars, and I'm going to enjoy 
watching them eat you alive.  You'll be sucking dicks and licking 
snatch all night long, you little whore.
 
"Thank goodness they did a thorough job delousing you," Karen said, 
as she removed the cell phone from her purse and flipped it open.  
It's bad enough that I have to sit this close to a filthy bitch 
like you...but at least you've been put through your flea dip, 
doggie."
 
She punched in a few numbers and smiled as she spoke into the 
phone.  "Hello, Warden?  This is Karen Reynolds, the Director 
of Prisons.  It's time for you to pay back that favor I did for 
you yesterday.  There's a new bitch coming into County in the 
transport van, and I want you make sure she does HARD time.  
Give her some real friendly roommates, and lots of fresh air 
out on the chain gang. 
 
"A new processing facility?  Well, she's just the girl to help you 
break it in.  She's an addict, so make sure you get those fingers 
up there good and deep.  No, an enema sounds like a wonderful idea. 
And I think she may have lice, so you had better shave her bald as 
a billiard ball...head and crotch.  And see if you can lose her 
paperwork for a few weeks.  I don't want anyone springing our 
little princess out of the pokey too quickly, if you know what 
I mean.
   
"I have four words for you, Warden.  SHAME THE LITTLE BITCH!  
She'll be easy to spot, since she'll be the only new inmate 
on the transport.  Her name is...."
 
A sudden stop caused the cell phone to fly out of Karen's hand 
and smash into three pieces against the wall.  Karen, infuriated, 
let out a string of obscenities as she picked up the pieces of the 
shattered phone and dropped them into her purse.
 
The doors on the back of the van flew open just as she resumed her 
seat.  "I'm sliding all over back here, you morons!" she shouted.  
"My diamond watch cut my wrist the last time I hit the floor.  
Doesn't this thing have safety belts, butthead?"
 
"We have better than that, doll," the matron responded as she 
clicked a pair of shackles around Karen's ankles and fastened 
them to the steel bar.
 
Karen was still staring at her shackled feet when the other officer 
effortlessly cuffed her wrists over her head.
 
"What are you doing?" Karen protested.  "I'm the Director of 
Prisons!"
 
"I don't care if you're the Goddess of Justice," the guard replied, 
sarcastically.  "The rules say that anyone riding in the back has 
to be secured." 
 
"You're lucky you didn't crack your head open," the other guard 
added.  "But don't worry.  We're going to change shifts now, but 
the new drivers will have you at the county jail in just a couple 
of minutes."
 
"Well, hurry up," Karen fumed.  "I don't like being shackled this 
way."
 
"You'd better get her watch, jewelry, or anything that she can cut 
herself with," the male guard said.  "Put all of her junk in her 
purse."
 
First the matron removed Karen's expensive watch, earrings, and 
necklace.
 
Karen didn't like it when the matron removed the name badge that 
identified her as the Director of Prisons, but the metal clip on 
the badge meant that it had to go.
 
She protested vehemently when they took her thick glasses.  She 
never wore her contacts to work, since she thought her glasses 
made her look more professional.  But, without them, she was 
helplessly near-sighted.
 
The matron removed the pins that held up Karen's hair.  The male 
guard let out a soft whistle as her long blonde hair cascaded 
loosely around her shoulders. 
 
"Pity you're not a con, sweetheart," the matron teased.  "With that 
long blonde hair, you'd be mighty popular."
 
Across the van, Natalie smiled, relishing the thought of the 
haughty Karen as a lowly prison inmate.  

Karen's high-heeled shoes were too big to fit into her purse, so 
the guard quickly unfolded a cardboard box and dropped both shoes 
and purse inside.
 
Karen shuddered when she realized that HER property was being put 
into the same type of cheap cardboard crate that had been used to 
strip Natalie of her identity. 
 
Natalie thought the look on Karen's face as she watched her purse, 
credit cards, cash, identification, and shoes disappear into the 
box was simply priceless. 
 
Natalie knew well what it meant.  It was as if Karen's whole life 
were being taken away from her....
 
Karen winced when the door of the prison van CLANGED shut.  She 
desperately tugged on her bonds, but she was now as helpless as 
Natalie.
 
Natalie knew that there were TWO prisoners scheduled to be 
transported that day.  One of the transfers had been cancelled 
at the last moment, but the transfer guards still had the 
paperwork for TWO inmate transfers, and county jail was 
expecting two new inmates. 
 
Now there were TWO chained women in the back of the van.  And 
Karen's official ID and driver's license were locked away safe 
and secure in the cheap cardboard box that was used to transfer 
a prisoner's personal effects.
 
Natalie had watched through the barred window as the two guards who 
had shackled Karen carelessly left their paperwork on the dash and 
ambled off to the doughnut shop across the street.  The two new 
guards who arrived a few minutes later were totally oblivious to 
the fact the Director of Prisons was riding in their van.
 
Natalie smiled. She had read enough Joe Doe stories to know that 
Karen's adventure was just beginning.
 
"You had better wipe that smile off your face, you little bitch," 
Karen warned her.  "I'm still the Director of Prisons, and your 
ass is MINE once we get to County." 
 
Natalie said nothing, but continued to beam at Karen as she 
struggled in her chains.  The prison van was cold, and Natalie 
knew that Karen's poor, delicate little feet must be chilly.
 
Karen would doubtlessly tell the guards and inmates who she was.  
Of course, no one would help her, and Karen would quickly learn 
about the harsh realities of jailhouse sex.  Luscious, innocent 
Karen would be a very popular girl.

		******************************      
 
At the county jail, two guards briskly moved Natalie and Karen 
along.  Karen had begun shouting hysterically the moment they 
opened the door.  But the fact that she was squinting at 
everyone and yelping as her stockinged feet walked over the 
gravel, did little to help clarify her case.
 
Natalie was surprised when she was separated from Karen and led 
into another room.  She was even more surprised when two male 
guards appeared holding the box that contained her clothes.
 
"It seems like a few of your college friends got suspicious when 
you didn't turn up, and called a judge.  The little 'prank' is 
over, and you're free to go, miss.  Your cousin Holly will be by 
to pick you up in an hour.  Until then, we'll give you some privacy 
so you can change."
 
"Uh, Frank, when she's out of that outfit, why don't we put her 
uniform on that bimbo in the next room?" the other guard said.  
"It's way more revealing than the standard jail outfits, and I 
bet Blondie would look cute in it!"
 
The other guard pulled back a long curtain that revealed a one-way 
mirror in the wall.  "I bet she would," he agreed.  "And the warden 
did tell us to 'shame the little bitch.'"
 
Natalie gasped when she saw the half-blind Karen stumbling around 
the new intake room.
 
Karen staggered over and sat down on the exam table, but she 
immediately jumped off it when she noticed the shiny metal 
stirrups....
 
Then she walked over and leaned against the tiled wall.  But she 
recoiled away when she realized that the tiled area was part of a 
large, curtainless shower.
 
Her jaw dropped when she perceived the spray tank with delousing 
fluid.
 
The guard turned to Natalie.  "May we use your uniform after you've 
changed, miss?  I think our little honey would be pretty cute in 
that outfit."
 
"We have to go get a pair of shears, an electric razor, and an 
enema bag, but we'll be back in a few minutes.  You don't mind 
waiting here for your ride while we search the other prisoner, 
do you?"
 
"Not at all, officer," Natalie said, with a smile.  "As the warden 
said, 'Shame the little bitch'!"



Edited by C. Lakewood