Fox and Chickens
by Arty

THE SHERIFF IS AT THE LOCAL COLLEGE WITH A 'JANE DOE' SEARCH
WARRANT SIGNED BY JUDGE SEARCH'EM. THE LOCAL BUSINESSWOMAN
OF THE YEAR LUNCH IS BEING HELD THERE. HOW MANY CHICKENS
WILL BE 'PLUCKED' TODAY?

(A prequel to "The Worst Part is the Waiting" by Joe Doe.)

The Sheriff couldn't believe his luck. Judge Search'em had
sent him to the local college with a 'Jane Doe' search
warrant and instructions to search every female on campus
who wasn't a student or a member of the faculty.

"Make sure you strip 'em down to the bare and make 'em
squirm." The Judge had said.

Well the Judge could be sure he'd be doing that, the Sheriff
thought gleefully to himself. Of course he'd have to adhere
to some of the proprieties since he wasn't on his 'home
turf', but then the two female deputies he'd brought along
with him to do the cavity searches seemed to enjoy
strip-searching beautiful women almost as much as he did.
Perhaps now was the time to institute the 'double-check'
policy that Judge had suggested for searches conducted 'in
the field'.

"You have ta make sure ya haven't missed anything." He'd
said in his best 'good old boy' phrasing. The Sheriff knew
that the Judge had studied law at Harvard and his normal
accent was clipped to the point of Englishness. Still, the
Sheriff though to himself, you have to admire his
dedication.

Pulling himself from his reverie, he surveyed the group of
women that he and his deputies had managed to whittle the
original group down to. To a woman they were all young,
attractive and very nervous. One of them was talking on a
celphone.

"I don't care what you have to do Ashley, just get me out of
this!" The woman finished speaking and closed her 'phone
with a snap.

Suddenly the door to the sports hall was kicked open with a
bang and two male deputies struggled in each carrying a pile
of milk crates.

"The kitchen staff let us have these, Boss, but they said
they needed them back before tomorrow." One of the deputies
spoke as he dropped his load of crates in front of the
nervous women. The second deputy did the same and once more
the women jumped at the loud noise.

"Ladies if I can have your attention, please?" The women
turned to look at the Sheriff.

"If you'd all like to form a line and come pick a crate we
can get started."

"What's going to happen?" One of the women asked.

"Well first you're going to form an orderly line and pick up
a crate." The Sheriff smirked.

"After that!" She said waspishly, her exasperation
overcoming her nervousness slightly.

"Oh! Afterwards. Oh why don't we leave that as a little
surprise?"

The woman took a breath to respond.

"I mean, where would we be without our little surprises?"
The Sheriff cut her off. "Now, enough chat, just pick up a
box like your friends here and line up over there on the
centre-line!"

The women collected their milk crates and walked timidly to
the centre-line of the basketball court that was marked out
on the hall floor.

"Spread out! Shoulder width apart; just like you see in the
boot-camp movies."

The women shuffled sideways and looked around nervously, now
they were physically separated everything seemed that bit
more scary.

"OK Ladies we'll start nice and easy. Just take off your
shoes and put them in the crate that you have in front of
you; then drop your purse in there too; while we're at it
you can put your jewellery in your shoes so it don't get
lost."

A collective gasp came from the women.

"You can't mean you're going to search us here?" The women
who'd been talking on the 'phone objected.

"Well we can do it here, or down the station." The women
relaxed, it looked like they could at least choose to do
this in private. "But obviously if we go down to the station
you'll have to be arrested and processed." Things weren't
looking so rosy. "And you'll have to be strip-searched as
part of this." Definitely not looking rosy at all.

"Obviously it will all take a lot longer …"

He looked at the clock. With a click the minute hand moved
from 2:00pm to 2:01pm.

The woman with the 'phone seemed to have chosen herself as
the spokeswoman. "I suppose if it means we can get this over
and done with, we can do it here." She looked at her fellow
sufferers who all seemed to nod in agreement.

The Sheriff pounced; grabbing a clipboard he thrust it
towards the woman. "Well in that case you won't mind signing
this here form saying you agree to be searched here and not
have to go through all the trouble of being processed at the
police station an' all?"

This was just too easy, thought the Sheriff as first one and
then another of the women signed his forms. The threat of
being strip-searched at the police station seemed to have
driven the capacity for rational thought from their minds.

"Thank you ladies. Now if you will all take off your
jackets, blouses and skirts or trouser and put them in the
milk crate."

"What! I thought you said …"

"But we signed to say …"

"You can't do this …"

"QUIET!" The excited babble from the women stopped. Into the
silence the Sheriff read from his clipboard. "I, the
undersigned do hereby consent to be searched by Sheriff J.
Doe in a manner and a location of his choosing…" As the
Sheriff droned on the meaning of the legal jargon slowly
leaked into the women's awareness. They had signed away
their constitutional rights and agreed to the Sheriff
searching them any way he pleased!

Finally he finished and the women looked aghast as the
realisation dawned on them that the Sheriff had hoodwinked
them.

"Now you can do this the easy way" He leered at the women.
"Or you can have me and my deputies 'assist' you out of your
clothes?"

One of the women moaned in submission and took off her
jacket and dropped it in the milk crate. The other women
started to follow suit. One by one they took off their outer
clothing. As they did so the Sheriff sauntered up and down
the line making appreciative comments.

The ten women stood in a line, shivering and nervous. There
they were in the bras and panties in the centre of the large
hall. What was going to happen next? Would they really have
to strip naked in front of the Sheriff and his deputies?

"Let's all take our bras and put them in the crate please."

One by one each of the women unclasped their bras and did as
they were asked. The hall was air-conditioned and very
quickly there were twenty nipples showing hard and erect as
they were exposed to the cool air in the hall for the first
time.

As each of them dropped their bras in the crate, they
wrapped their arms around themselves in order to cover their
breasts and also to try and keep warm. The Sheriff noticed
this and decided to give them some respite. Turning to one
of his deputies he said.

"It's a little cold in here, see if you can get the place
warmed up a little will ya?"

Then he turned to the women and they steeled themselves for
the inevitable. "Now take off your panties and put them in
the crate too."

There were a few quiet moans and some inchoate pleas, but
eventually the ten shivering women were standing naked in
front of the Sheriff. He noted that they all stood in the
classic embarrassed nude female stance of one arm across
their breasts and one hand slipped between their legs. He
grinned a fox-like grin.

"Well while we're waiting for the hall to be warmed up,
we'll have to make sure that you get warmed up some other
way." He appeared to think deeply about this. "I know!" He
said in mock surprise. "How about a few exercises." The
Sheriff motioned to the two female deputies. "These two
deputies will lead you through a few exercises to warm you
up and to loosen anything that you might be hiding."

The two female deputies stood up from where they were
sitting and sauntered over to the line of naked women. The
older of the two spoke, "Let's get started shall we? I mean
we can't have you all catching a cold can we?" She smiled
broadly. "Okay! Stand up straight arms by your sides!"

Almost involuntarily the women did as they were told. Now
they stood exposed to the Sheriff and his deputies. Some of
the women blushed when they realised this and started to
cover up. "Enough of that!" The stentorian command rang out.
"Now, legs wide apart ladies!"

Slowly the women slid their feet apart, all of them were
blushing furiously by now. By common consent the stopped
when there feet were about shoulder-width apart. The deputy
wasn't satisfied.

"You can do better than that! Wider! NOW!" This last word
was shouted and the women jumped and jerkily spread their
legs so that their feet were much more widely spread. The
deputy walked down the line inspecting the women, who were
all breathing heavily as their nervousness increased. The
younger of the two deputies now stood in a similar pose, but
as she was wearing clothes she was a lot more comfortable
with her position than any of the ten naked women!

"Now do what my colleague is doing and we shall all get on
famously." The other deputy lowered herself into a squat.
Even clothed it looked quite obscene, doing it naked would
expose the women terribly! "Stop staring and get squatting!
Let's see those pussies down on the floor shall we?"

Slowly, ever so slowly the women squatted down. The position
exposed their sex to everyone who cared to look and everyone
did, indeed, care to look. The young deputy kept them
squatting for what seemed like ages, and then she raised
herself back to a standing position.

"Now let's do that ten times quickly shall we?" The women
stared in horror. "Stop dawdling and get on with it! One!
Two!" As she counted the ten women squatted and stood, each
time they squatted their pussy-lips opened and the cool air
of the hall was admitted to their most private depths. By
the time the ten repetitions were done the women were
blushing crimson and a light sheen of perspiration could be
seen on their heaving breasts. She turned to the Sheriff.

"I think they're read for their cavity searches, Boss."

"Let 'em do another ten to keep 'em warm while we get set
up."

The women groaned in shame as they heard this exchange, but
were powerless to do anything about it. Whilst the deputy
led them in a second set of ten squats the Sheriff had spied
a couple two or three picnic tables that had been stacked
out of the way behind the seating. With a couple of male
deputies to each table it was the work of only a few minutes
to get them lined up in front of the naked, squatting ladies
as the grunted their way through the last squat.

"Okay! That's enough of that." At this juncture the door to
the hall banged open and the deputy returned from his errand
to warm up the hall. He pointed up at the large temperature
display. Everyone looked up and saw that the temperature was
68 and as they looked the eight changed to a nine.

"I had them set the air-conditioning to 75, is that all
right?"

"That's just dandy!" He turned to the women, who were still
panting from their exertion. "Please collect your milk crate
and put it on the bench in front of you." Each woman bent
and picked up their milk crate. They each looked longingly
at the underwear that was resting on the top of the clothes
piled in the crate. If only they could just put on their
underwear, just for a minute. With great trepidation they
walked to the picnic benches and put the crates down on the
table.

"Thank you, ladies, not long now. We'll just get you into
position and my two lady colleagues here will check that you
ain't hiding anything you shouldn't and you can get dressed
and put all this behind you."

The Sheriff smiled at the shocked expressions of the women.

"Now just kneel up on the seats and you can rest your top
half on the table in front of you." The Sheriff motioned to
his deputies and they came forward to move the crates from
the table and place them out of the way on the floor on the
other side of the table from the women. He made sure that
the women could still see them, see them but not touch them;
so near and yet so far! The Sheriff was an artist and he was
sure that the Judge would relish these little details when
he recounted his day's work over a beer tonight.

He walked behind the women and with his nightstick he
briskly smacked each of them as he spoke. "Let's get those
butts up in the air shall we? Spread those legs wide, my
colleagues must have room to work!"

In this position the exposure was just horrific, all of
their pussies were visible and their little butt-holes were
shamefully exposed in the harsh lighting of the hall. The
hall clock clicked from 2:54 to 2:55 just as the hall door
banged open once more. A woman ran breathlessly into the
hall.

"Stop! Stop! I have a Restraining Order!"

-Fin-

A note: OK I promise I won't write anymore about this
set-up. (Unless I have another idea!)

-- 
/~arty