A Hollyday Surprise
By Arty (still apologising to Joe Doe!)

Holly drove into the police station car park. 'Good.' she
thought. 'There's a free space.' She shook herself. 'Of
course there's a free space. It's Christmas. No one wants to
visit the police at Christmas!' It was Christmas Eve.
'Except me, of course.' She blushed as she thought of this.

She thought back to the first time she had been brought
here. Natalie had set her up, she realised later. Holly
thought about that. 'I'm still not sure if I should thank
her or spank her!' Holly laughed, "Probably both!"

"Now stop talking to yourself and get a move on you'll be
late!" She noticed another car parked nearby, it looked
vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Not wanting to
be late she shook herself gathered her car keys, purse and a
zippered folder and got out of the car. Holly locked the car
and started toward the police station.

Damn! The form! What had she done with the form?

Sighing with relief she remembered that she had put it in
her folder. That reminded her. Opening the folder she
removed a plastic identity bracelet, suppressing a shudder
she placed it on her left wrist and snapped it closed. The
bracelet was removable only with a special tool. Holly
twisted it round her wrist; apart from a barcode it was
plain. But this innocuous bit of plastic meant that she
would now be considered an escaped prisoner, if she tried to
leave the police station! 

She took out the form and closed the folder. On the front of
it, in gold lettering was the wording, "V.S.S.P. Holly
Wood". VSSP it didn't seem much, but Holly felt ashamed each
time saw those initials. "Voluntary Strip-Search Program".
'Voluntary' that was the worst part. The flimsy
self-justification of coercion had been removed the instant
she had ticked that innocuous box on the form she had
received after her third trip to see the Sheriff.

Her thoughts drifted back to the first time. Ashley had
described in detail had happened to the unknown woman. At
first she had felt horrified. Then the realisation that it
didn't matter how she felt about it, it was going to happen
anyway. Finally the shame as she became aware that her
predicament was getting her turned on. When Ashley had got
to telling her about the 'panty-bags', she knew she was
going to need one for her panties.

And it had happened pretty much as Ashley had said.

Holly's face flamed red as she remembered the first time
that she had cum. She couldn't believe how turned on she had
been, as she stood, handcuffed, watching Ashley squirming
and cumming on the Sheriff's fingers. Suddenly it had been
her turn. The Sheriff had still used the vibrator on her,
even though by now it was obvious that she was as wet as she
had ever been!

Holly flushed crimson as she relived that first orgasm and
then the next two as the Sheriff performed his cavity
searches. She had even had a small one as she and Ashley had
washed each other, in the shower, under the ever-watchful
eye of the Sheriff. She guessed that Ashley had, had one too
if the shuddering and small moans were anything to go by.

The humiliating walk to the interview room had followed;
carrying her clothes in the crate and not being allowed even
to touch them. The 'administrative strapping' had been
painful at first, but later as the sting had faded Holly
couldn't believe how horny she had felt. Luckily her husband
had returned before she could relieve her frustration
herself and her explanation for his near-rape in the hall
just inside the front door had seemed lame to her own ears,
but he seemed to accept it. Then each time she relived her
strip-search the love-making with her husband had been so
intense and fulfilling that when the time came to report to
the Sheriff for the second time she purposefully had been a
couple of dollars short of the required $200.

She remembered the speculative look that the Sheriff had
given her as he counted the money in her purse. Without
Ashley being present the experience had been less intense
but weirdly satisfying nevertheless. Her husband was once
again the beneficiary of a very intense quickie that day.

After the third time when the Sheriff had counted her cash
and found that she was $50 short he had smiled broadly and
promised her the "Search of her life." And it had not been
an idle promise. She had lost count of her orgasms after
four or five and the various "infractions" that required the
Sheriff to use the strap, were contrived but that had not
lessened the impact and the final strokes had almost made
her cum too!

The next week the waiver had arrived as it had the previous
two weeks; only this time a covering letter had invited her
to opt for the Voluntary Strip Search Program. The rules
were simple, she would present herself twice a month were
she would 'suffer' the indignities of a full strip-search,
but without the requirement to be arrested or have the
fiction of a misdemeanour hanging over her. The VSSP gave
her the option of adding to the basic strip-search with
various optional 'extras' - however once an extra had been
chosen this was assumed for all subsequent searches.

Her reverie had taken her as far as the rear-door of the
police station. She glanced at her watch. Good she wasn't
late; it didn't do to be late. She waved the wrist with the
bracelet over the card reader and the buzz of an electric
door lock told her that the door was open. One of the perks
of the VSSP was being able to by-pass the front desk!

Once inside she walked to the table containing a row of milk
crates. With expertise born of long practise she slipped the
folder into a pocket designed for the purpose. She dropped
her watch, all her jewellery and her purse into the crate
and headed for the only other door.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Wood, you're in good time today!"

Holly nodded at the Deputy, not trusting herself to speak.
She placed the form on the desk and signed it. The Deputy
took it from her and placed in a slot designed for it on the
outside of the crate.

"You know the way. Enjoy yourself!"

This was the worst part; the sinking feeling in the stomach;
the certain knowledge of the shame and humiliation that she
would soon be suffering. And she had volunteered for it! She
hated it but even now, like Pavlov's dogs, she could feel
herself getting aroused.

She thought about the letter again; the hints and tips to
"make her strip-search a more fulfilling experience." And
wondered again how many other women were part of the
program?

Her first time in the VSSP had been almost as intense as her
first experience. The shame of realising that she was
undergoing this experience of her own free will had added to
the humiliation that she had felt. She had noticed the
curtains of the Search room mirror were opened. When she had
asked the Sheriff about this he had told her that all VSSP
sessions were available for 'public' viewing, for a fee of
course. He had said that he had to defray the costs of the
program somehow: the fancy folder with the record book
recording the details of each visit, the DVDs that were
supplied so that she always had a visual record too. All of
this cost money.

From then on she had wondered who had seen her sessions, did
the speculative looks from her male co-workers mean that
they knew what she looked like naked and cumming? Did the
lull in the conversation at the water cooler as she passed
mean they were discussing they way she cried out as the
strap snapped home across her ass? Was the smile that the
security guard in reception gave her an indication that he
knew the way she tossed her head as she came?

As with all things familiarity had reduced the piquancy of
the experience and so, over the course of the next four or
five visits, Holly had ticked more of the optional extras.
The Sheriff did his best of course. The last session had
been very intense.

As she stood on the yellow line with her hands handcuffed
behind her head, the Sheriff had circled her and recited his
parody of the Miranda Warning. "You have lost the right to
wear clothing. You have lost the right to cover yourself.
You have lost the right to prevent yourself from cumming …"
As he spoke she had been aware of the wetness spreading
slowly down her thighs. She had looked at herself in the
mirror and the thought that unknown men could see how
aroused she was becoming made her moan in shame.

She had come almost as soon as the vibrator had touched her.
Taking a small whip from the selection that hung by the
examination table the Sheriff had pronounced that she was a
brazen slut and that six strokes to her pussy ought to calm
her down. However the gentle strokes, as intended, inflamed
her further and on the sixth and final stroke she had
exploded in an orgasm as strong as any she had, had before.

At this point Holly had been helpless to prevent an almost
continual series of cums as the Sheriff used his skilled
fingers to manipulate and ravage her pussy and ass.

The naked walk through the station to the interview room had
been to a chorus of clapping and whistling almost unheard of
since the VSSP had been initiated. Her legs had been
dripping with the juices that the Sheriff had managed to
coax from her and her musk had permeated the corridors
through which she walked.

Even though it had been two weeks ago her face flamed
crimson and she moaned with the memory of the final
humiliation heaped on her before she had got dressed.

"Gee you can't wear these, they're soaked!" the Sheriff
squeezed the panties in the plastic bag. "But if you don't
wear anything your skirt will be soaked!" the Sheriff
grinned evilly and reached into his pocket and withdrew a
tampon. "This'll stop you from leaking." Holly had gasped in
horror - even with all the liberties that she had allowed
this man to take with her body - this seemed … just worse
somehow. But like a robot she had taken the small cylinder
from the Sheriff and groaning with embarrassment and shame
she had inserted the tampon before she started to dress.

Last week she had ticked the final unchecked box on the
form. Suddenly she remembered whose car she had seen in the
car park. With a small smile of triumph she opened the door
to the Search Room. "Hi Nat! Fancy meeting you here!"

-Fin-