A sequel to Joe Doe's "The Worst Part is the Waiting." THE WAITING IS OVER by Arty ASHLEY, ALONG WITH HER TEN FORMER CLIENTS, IS KNEELING STARK NAKED OVER A PICNIC TABLE, WITH HER LEGS SPREAD, WAITING FOR HER CAVITY SEARCH TO BEGIN. THE COLLEGE FOOTBALL TEAM IS GETTING AN UNEXPECTED TREAT AFTER THEIR BEST START YET. THE SEARCHES CAN BEGIN WHEN THE VIDEO CLUB ARRIVE TO FILM THEM! The eleven women bent over the picnic table writhed almost silently as the desire to close their embarrassingly widespread thighs or rest their luscious buttocks, warred with the ever-present knowledge of Coach Duffy's hard hand striking their unprotected fannies. Occasionally a slap was heard followed by sharp intake of breath and a groan as another of the women gave into temptation and was "reminded," by the coach, of the proper position. Snatches of conversation and laughter could be heard from the assembled football players as they milled about trying to get the best views of the naked women. Coach had promised them a reward, but this was beyond all expectation! Eleven cute little bottoms waved gently around and around as Stanley continued play-acting with his fist and two fingers. Eleven pussies glistened wetly in the harsh lighting of the gym. Eleven cute little butt holes winked shyly from the shadows of the women's widely spread buttocks. Stanley once more thrust his fingers sharply into the hole made by his loosely clenched fist, and eleven voices groaned as one! Five minutes after Ashley had joined the rest of them at the table, raising her naked butt high in the air and splaying her thighs -- widely exposing her neatly trimmed pussy and her asshole for all to see, the door to the hall opened to admit three more students, each carrying a metal case. The draft of air from the open door was felt by all the women around their widespread pussies and across their shamefully exposed anuses, causing a collective of shiver of anticipation. Several of the women craned their necks to see who else had come to view their humiliating predicament! "Eyes front! Keep those beautiful buttocks up in the air now! Spread those lovely legs wide!" Coach was enjoying his appointed task of making sure that the women kept their shameful exposure as great as possible. Walking down the row of women, he could see that all of them were highly aroused, and their pussy juices were starting to run down their legs. The Sheriff grinned his recognition of the newcomers, "Ahh! The camera crew! Not long now, ladies." A loud cheer came from the assembled football players. A collective groan rose from the picnic table as the women realised that only minutes separated them from having their humiliation recorded for all to view. They realised all too well that the chances of this tape remaining private were virtually none. Each of them agonised over the realisation that soon they would not know if the next person they met may not already have seen their most intimate places violated by the grinning Sheriff and his "deputy." Stanley went over to help the guys from the fraternity video club. He was friends with most of them and greeted them all by name. "Set the camera up behind Cindy. She's the one with the most time in front of the camera, so it will be nothing new for her. That's right, isn't it, Cindy?" said the Sheriff. "When she's done, we'll move the next lady into position for us to investigate." Cindy moaned as the vision of her sparkling career as a female Dan Rather being flushed down the can filled her head. The camera crew quickly set up their gear and went about adjusting the field of view and ensuring the right depth of field. The cameraman glanced at the can of lard. "You won't need no extra lubrication for this one; her pussy juice is all down her thighs." On hearing this, Cindy flamed red, and tears of shame trickled down her cheeks. Would the humiliation never end? Meanwhile Coach was encouraging the women to widen their legs still farther, "Let's see some pink, shall we? Let's make the job easier for the Sheriff and Stanley! Spread those legs wide, ladies!" With not-so-gentle slaps to the insides of the women’s thighs, he forced them to spread their legs even wider. Slowly but surely, the women's pussy lips spread open, revealing their pink inner lips. The Sheriff nodded his encouragement to the coach and went back to his reading. The Sheriff had been reading the judgement and said, "Looks like I will have to search the clothes again in front of the camera. Judge Searchem wants the whole thing documented. Have you guys got enough tape for that?" The frat guy who was acting as the director for this shoot, nodded. "Sure. We can go a couple of hours before we have to change tapes. And the external battery kit is good for four or five hours altogether." The eleven naked women gasped at the thought that they'd be spending HOURS in this shameful state. "Oh, I don't think we'll need more than an hour or so!" Turning to the women, he added, "You should all be on your way by ten past four." "That's good. The basket ball team starts practice in here at a quarter past," Coach said. Another collective moan greeted this pronouncement, and, once more, all eyes turned to watch the clock. Stanley realised that the coach was yet another kindred spirit. The director nodded to the Sheriff, "We're ready when you are, Sheriff. Just nod your head when you're ready to start." The Sheriff moved to where the milk crate containing Cindy's clothes was placed; picked it up and put it on the bench seat opposite to where Cindy was bent over. She moaned in frustration, as this was the closest that she had been to her clothes in almost two hours. The yearning in her gaze was obvious as the Sheriff lifted her panties from the crate and started to speak. "Sorry, Sheriff. You need to tell us when you want to start, or, if you like, I'll tell you when we're ready," the director interrupted. "I've always wanted to be a film star!" the Sheriff joked. "You just shout 'Action!' when you want me to start." He put the panties back into the crate, and Cindy moaned again in frustration. Would this torment never end? The director spoke to the cameraman. "Make sure to keep Cindy in the shot while the Sheriff is speaking." Then he turned to face the Sheriff. "Action!" The Sheriff picked up the panties again and started to speak. "This is a film record of the search of Cindy Jamison under the terms of the search warrant...." As he was speaking, he was gently fondling Cindy's sheer, high cut panties. Cindy's eyes never left her panties; her yearning for clothing, even just her panties, was a physical thing. The Sheriff continued with his spiel as he carefully searched each piece of clothing, making sure that Cindy had a good long look at the clothes that she had last worn two hours before. Eventually he finished, and the last item of clothing was dropped back into the crate. Tears of frustration and shame leaked from Cindy's eyes and rolled silently down her face as she looked at her clothes just inches from her face. Cindy gasped as the Sheriff picked up the two rubber gloves that were in front of her; her flaming face paled in shock; in a few minutes her cavity search would begin. The Sheriff and Stanley would don the gloves, and, one after the other, they would carefully insinuate their rubber-clad fingers into pussy and anus! "Oh God! Please don't! I promise I don't have any drugs. Please, please...," she pleaded with the Sheriff. "Don't worry, little lady. Just a few minutes more and it will all be over for you, and you can get dressed," the Sheriff said, soothingly as he snapped the rubber glove on next to her ear, causing her to jump slightly in surprise. Then she gasped as the coach smacked the inside of her thigh to make her spread her legs again. The Sheriff looked at Cindy's glistening thighs and said to the camera, "It's obvious that Cindy is already well-lubricated, so I won't be using any artificial lubrication." Kneeling down so that he wouldn’t block the camera, he prepared to start the first cavity search. Cindy shuddered in shame as he spoke. Then she moaned as his rubber-clad fingers started to feel all around her crotch. The Sheriff described what he was doing for the benefit of both the camera and Stanley (who was to be performing the "double-check"). Cindy's butt writhed gently, and several times the Sheriff had to tell her to keep still. Using first one, then two, and finally three fingers, he invaded Cindy's snatch. She cried out in shame and humiliation as he stuck his fingers into her steaming pussy. "It sure is hot in here!" he joked. As the Sheriff carefully probed Cindy's innermost secrets, he was careful to keep his thumb precisely placed over her clitoris, and Cindy was ashamed to realise that her arousal was growing! "Oh God, if he doesn't stop soon I'm going to cum! Oh God! Please let him stop! Maybe he'll stop soon! Oh God! Please make him stop! Please make him...please...please...." But the Sheriff had no intention of stopping before Cindy had cum! With a cry of abject shame, she exploded in one of the most shattering orgasms of her sheltered life. Her hips bucked and writhed as she fucked the air and groaned out her shame. With a final unearthly scream, she collapsed onto the picnic table. The Sheriff withdrew his fingers from her still spasming pussy. "It's always best if the search subject can be stimulated to orgasm before the anal search, since the contractions tend to dislodge anything that may be hidden there," the Sheriff noted, in a detached, professional voice. Stanley grinned at the Sheriff. Someone had definitely turned the air-conditioning up in Satan's domain! With a sharp slap to her shapely backside, the Sheriff encouraged Cindy. "That's enough of a rest, little lady! Back into position! Let's see that sexy little butt in the air. That's better; now get those legs spread. I haven't got all day! I have to check out that cute little asshole of yours, and there's ten more to do." The rest of the women gasped as they realised that they were all going to be subject to the same humiliating process; they were all going to be made to cum, moaning, gasping, and screaming in front of the camera, its crew, Stanley, the Sheriff, and the football team! There was no way out. Ashley glanced at the clock...3:15. Ten women, five minutes per search -- fifty minutes -- nearly an hour at least before they reached her. And the basketball team was due in an hour, too! Cindy moaned her dismay, but, with further encouragement from the Sheriff, she hoisted her shapely backside back into position and spread her thighs as widely as she could. The Sheriff pointed out to Stanley and the camera how her pussy gaped open now, so that a visual inspection was also possible if required, another benefit of bringing the search subject to orgasm. Speaking to the camera again, the Sheriff said, "The subject's natural lubrication should be enough for me to search her anal cavity. If not, I'll be happy to use the lard that the college has so kindly provided." So saying, he slid his forefinger into Cindy's gaping snatch and stirred about for a few seconds. This drew a groan from her. Then he withdrew his finger and placed it against her anus. "Pretend you have to poop, little lady, and this won't hurt a bit!" With a moan of humiliation, she did as she was told, and the Sheriff's forefinger slipped into her ass. The Sheriff was now standing to one side of Cindy so that the camera had an unobstructed view of his hand twisting this way and that as he thoroughly examined the humiliated TV newswoman. With the unnatural feeling of the Sheriff's finger in her rectum, Cindy was unable to keep still. The Sheriff said nothing, but placed his other hand underneath her and pressed upwards. Cindy froze. As if by accident, the Sheriff’s middle finger had slipped between her pussy lips and now rested directly on her clit. Continuing to slide his gloved finger in and out of her anus, he gently fingered her clit with the other hand. Still aroused from her first orgasm, Cindy was helpless to prevent herself from cumming a second time. Sobbing from the shame of her exposure and the humiliation of being forced to orgasm against her will in front of so many people, Cindy collapsed for a second time onto the picnic table. "Back into position, young lady! It's time for my 'deputy' here to check that I haven't missed anything!" "She doesn’t seem very keen on the idea, Sheriff," smirked Stanley. "Perhaps she’d like to wait until we’ve finished the rest of 'em?" Cindy gasped at the thought of extending her exposure a minute longer than necessary. "It’s okay! I’m ready now." She raised herself back into position. Would this torment never end? Her face flamed crimson again as she spread her legs once more and exposed her soaking pussy to the camera and the other occupants of the hall. The insides of her thighs glistened wetly, and the smell of her arousal was obvious to everyone at the picnic table. "Are you absolutely sure you're ready?" said the Sheriff, with exaggerated concern. "Maybe you should make that clear to the 'folks at home'?" Arching her stomach and blushing furiously, Cindy turned her head to face the camera and said, "I'm ready for Deputy Johanson to perform my search." With a moan of shame at how quickly she had submitted to the Sheriff's mind-games she turned and hid her face between her forearms. Stanley stepped forward and pulled on his rubber glove. "It'll be my pleasure, ma'am. I can't tell you how pleased I am to be 'helping' out such a well-known lady as yourself!" So saying, he slid two fingers into Cindy and began his explorations. By now, Cindy was in a state of abject shame and surrendered to Stanley's ministrations without a fight. He quickly brought her off and then duplicated the Sheriff's actions when searching her anal passage. She was beyond protest. Four orgasms in front of the college football team -- and on tape! Her mind refused to contemplate it any more, and she lay motionless on the table. The ten others were in turmoil. For over two hours, they had been kept exposed and humiliated, and now they had listened as first the Sheriff and then Stanley had brought Cindy to two powerful orgasms apiece. The realisation that each of their turns was only a few minutes away was crushing. "Up you get, Ms. Jamison. Please stand and face the camera and read the words on this here card." The Sheriff assisted Cindy in rising from the table. She groaned as she stood up. She had been bent over the table for over two hours, and her body protested at the abuse. Finally she managed to stand before the camera. In her bemused state, her mind latched onto the familiarity of reading off a cue card in front of a camera, and, before she could stop herself, she read aloud the words on the card. Making the necessary substitutions without thinking. "I, Cindy Jamison, do declare that I have been searched under warrant by the Sheriff and his appointed representatives with my consent and have suffered no adverse effects from the search, which has been conducted properly and in accordance with state law as amended by local ordinances." What had she done? Her conscious mind caught up with her mouth, but by then it was too late. She had just absolved the Sheriff of any wrongdoing and consented to the search! The Sheriff picked up the milk crate containing her clothes and handed it to her. She automatically took it. "Now just take these here clothes of yours and go and stand over there by the wall bars." "Can I get dressed now?" She was appalled by the submissiveness in her voice, but could do nothing about it. "I'm afraid not, Ms. Jamison. You're still in my custody, and, until I've had a chance to finish the paperwork, you have to be treated like we treat all potential criminals." He shrugged his beefy shoulders as if to say that, if he had his way, it would be no problem, but rules were rules. "So, if you'll just go with Stanley here, he’ll make sure that you’re safe and sound. When we've completed all the searches, you'll all be free to get dressed and leave." Too tired to argue, Cindy followed Stanley to where the Sheriff had indicated. Without protest, she raised her hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. The football team got a look at her breasts for the first time and more than a few whistles could be heard. She was made to spread her legs again and straddle the milk crate, so it was impossible for her to bring her feet together. Her clothes...her clothes. There they were just between her feet, but she couldn’t reach them. "Oh, God! What have I done to deserve this?" she whimpered. The Sheriff nodded his approval at Stanley's arrangements and prepared to search his next victim. Cindy watched as Jane was made to slide across in front of the camera, all the while making sure that her legs were kept widely spread. Why did that matter? (Apart from ratcheting up the humilation.) The Sheriff and Stanley donned new gloves, and Jane’s search followed the same routine as Cindy's. Jane's scent mingled with Cindy's as she was brought to four crashing orgasms. In the same helpless fashion, she carried her own clothes over to join Cindy. After the awful exposure of the picnic table, standing with just your breasts and pubic hair exposed felt almost like being clothed! But this feeling soon wore off as the constant stream of comments from the football team reached their ears. In this fashion, the line of women next to the wall grew and the line of exposed anuses shrank, until Ashley was the only woman left at the table. The clock stood at 4:00. Taking his time, the Sheriff searched through Ashley's bag. He couldn't believe his luck. She didn't have any cash. "Well, what have we here? Ms. Perry Mason seems to be in violation of local ordinance 214.10!" "But...that's the vagrancy law," gasped Ashley. "You can't be serious!" "You should have at least $200 on your person at all times. That's a day in the police cells, Ms. Johnson." "But I have credit cards! I can go to the ATM and get cash any time!" "Well, I don't know nuthin' about that. Tell you what, Missy. You come see me a week from today and show me $200, and I'll consider not pressing charges of solicitation. Seems to me that's the only way you could earn the cash you need right now!" Cindy realised that she had better shut up before things got worse. How COULD they get worse? she wondered. But, not wanting to find out, she said, "Okay, Sheriff, I'll be happy to show you the money next week." "Well, that's right good of you. Ms. Jamison! No doubt you won't mind volunteering to be properly searched during your visit, will you?" In a tremulous voice, Ashley agreed to the Sheriff's demand. "Well, let’s get to it. The basketball team's due at any time, and their season definitely doesn't deserve the kind of 'reward' that the football team is getting!" By now the procedure was very familiar to all concerned, and, with the exposure and all the female scent in the air, Ashley was soon helplessly orgasming under the experienced fingers of the Sheriff. It had become standard practise for the victim to request the "double-check" search from Stanley, and so he soon had her squirming and wriggling to two more tremendous cums. As quickly as she was able then, she took her position with the other ten women and waited impatiently as the Sheriff signed off the search warrants. Meanwhile, at his suggestion, the camera crew traversed the row of naked women. The clock showed 4:08, and the women were frantic. Finally the Sheriff brought over a release form for each of the women to sign. As each one dashed off her signature, she grabbed her clothing and started dressing, desperate to get some covering on before the hall doors opened to let in the basketball team. Just as Ashley was pulling on her jacket, the minute hand of the clock clicked onto 4:15, and the doors banged open to admit...a single student in a tracksuit. Looking around he slapped his forehead and said, to no one in particular, "Damn! Practise was moved to tomorrow!" Before any of the women could say anything, the Sheriff spoke. "I'd like to thank you, ladies, for your cooperation today. It's been a pleasure! And I'd just like to thank you all for allowing us to use the video that we shot today as part of our on-going training in 'Advanced Strip Search Techniques.' Did I forget to remind you tick the non-disclosure box? I'm always forgetting that! Darn. Well, it's too late now. I'll make sure that each of you gets a free copy of the video, though. It's the least we can do. You all have a nice day now!" With the cheers of the football team in their ears, and thoughts of public humiliation in their minds, the eleven women left the hall.