THE WAITING IS OVER
By Arty (with thanks to Joe Doe!)

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. WHEN
THE VIDEO CLUB ARRIVE TO FILM THEM THE SEARCHES CAN BEGIN!


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 Smith's hard hand
striking their unprotected fanny.

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 expectations!

Eleven cute little bottoms waved gently around and around as
Stanley continued his 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
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!" the 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 set about
adjusting the field of view and ensuring the right depth of
field. Once it was all set up the cameraman glanced at the
can of Crisco. "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 Smith was encouraging the women to widen
their legs still further, "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 inside of the women's legs he forced them to spread
their legs even wider. Slowly but surely the women's pussy
lips spread open revealing their shamefully pink inner lips.
The Sheriff nodded his encouragement to Coach Smith 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 yes, "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, "you should all be on your way by ten
past four!"

"That's good. The basket ball team start practising at
quarter past," the Coach said. Another collective moan
greeted this pronouncement and once more all eyes turned to
watch the clock.

Stanley realised that 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 placed the crate on the
bench seat opposite where Cindy was bent over. Cindy moaned
in frustration, as this was the closest that she had been to
her clothes in almost 2 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 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 Johnson
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
ago. 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 making her 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
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 shot the Sheriff prepared
to start the first cavity search. Cindy shuddered in shame
as the Sheriff spoke. Then moaned as the Sheriff's rubber
clad fingers started to feel all around her pussy and anus.
The Sheriff described what he was doing for the benefit of
the camera and Stanley, who was to be performing the
'double-check'. Cindy's butt writhed gently and the Sheriff
had to tell her to keep still several times. Using first one
then two and finally three fingers the Sheriff invaded
Cindy's snatch. She cried out in shame and humiliation as
the Sheriff stuck his fingers into her steaming pussy. "It
sure is hot in here!" the Sheriff joked.

As the Sheriff carefully probed Cindy's innermost secrets he
was careful to keep his thumb strategically placed over her
clitoris and Cindy was ashamed to realise that her arousal
was growing! Oh God if he didn't stop soon she was going to
cum! Oh God Please let him stop soon! Maybe he will stop
soon! Oh God! Please make him stop! Please make him ...
please ... please...

The Sheriff had no intention of stopping before Cindy had
cum!

With a cry of abject shame Cindy 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 Cindy's still
spasming pussy.

"It's always best if the search subject can be stimulated to
orgasm before the anal search as 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 and 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 Cindy's
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 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 Crisco 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 Cindy; then he
withdrew his finger and placed it against Cindy's anus.
"Pretend you have to poop, little lady and this won't hurt a
bit!" With a moan of humiliation Cindy did as she is told
and the Sheriff's forefinger slips into her ass.

The Sheriff was know standing to one side of Cindy so that
the camera had an unobstructed view of the Sheriff's hand
twisting this way and that as he thoroughly examined the
thoroughly humiliated TV newswoman. With the unnatural
feeling of the Sheriff 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 rested directly on her clit. Continuing
to slide his gloved finger in and out of her anus the
Sheriff gently moved the middle finger of his other hand
over her nub. 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, Cindy collapsed for a second time on to 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 OK! I'm ready now." So
saying 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 it clear to
the 'folks at home'?"

Arching her stomach towards the table Cindy and blushing
furiously, she turned her head to face the camera and spoke,
"I'm ready for Deputy Johnson 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 Sheriffs
actions when searching her anal passage. Cindy 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. The realisation that their turn was
only a few minutes away was crushing.

"Up you get Ms. Johnson. 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 stood before the
camera. In her bemused state her mind latched onto the
familiarity of reading off a cue card in front of camera and
before she could stop herself she read aloud the word on the
card. Making the necessary substitutions without thinking.

"I, Cindy Johnson, 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
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 carton containing her clothes
and gave it to Cindy who automatically took it from him.

"Now just take these here clothes of yours and go and stand
over there by the wall bars."

"Can I get dressed now?" Cindy was appalled by the
submissiveness in her voice, but could do nothing about it.

"I'm afraid not Ms. Johnson, 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." The
Sheriff shrugged his 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. With no protest she had raised her
hands behind her head and laced her fingers together. The
football team got a look at her breast for the first time
and more than a few whistles could be heard. Making her
spread her legs again she was made to place the milk carton
between her legs so that she could feel the edges of the
carton against the insides of her calves and making it
impossible 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?

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 route as
Cindy's. Jane's scent joined Cindy's as she was brought to
four crashing orgasms. In the same helpless fashion she
carried her own clothes to join Cindy. After the awful
exposure of the picnic table standing with just your breasts
and pussy exposed felt almost like being clothed! 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 bars grew
and the line of exposed anuses fell, until Ashley was the
only woman left at the table. The clock stood at 4pm. 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. Johnston."

"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 Ms.
Johnston you come see me a week from now and show me $200
and I won't consider pressing charges of solicitation. It
seems to me that's the only way you can earn the cash you
need right now!"

Realising 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, "Ok Sheriff I'll be happy to
show you the money next week."

"Well that's right good of you Ms. Johnston! No doubt you
won't mind volunteering to be properly searched during your
visit will you?"

In a tremulous voice Ashley agreed to the Sheriffs 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 is very familiar to all concerned and
with all the exposure and the female scent in the air Ashley
is soon helplessly orgasming under the experienced fingers
of the Sheriff. By now it was standard practise for the
victim to request the 'double-check' search from Stanley and
he was quickly forcing Ashley to squirm and wriggle to two
more tremendous cums. As quickly as she is able she takes
her position with the other ten women and waits impatiently
as the Sheriff signs off the search warrants. At his
suggestion the camera crew make a walking shot along the row
of naked women. The clock is showing 4:08 and the women are
desperate. Finally the Sheriff brings a release form for
each of the women to sign.

As each woman dashes off their signature she grabs her
clothing and starts dressing desperate to get some covering
before the hall doors open to let the basketball team in for
their practise. Just as Ashley is pulling on her jacket the
minute hand of the clock clicks onto 4:15 and the doors bang
open to admit. A single student in a tracksuit, looking
around he slaps his forehead and says to no one in
particular, "Darn practise has been moved to tormorrow!"

Before any of the women can say anything, the Sheriff spoke
again. "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 ongoing training in 'Advanced Strip Search
Techniques' - did I forget to remind you tick the
non-disclosure box I'm always forgetting! Darn well it's too
late now. I'll make sure that each get a 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 leave the hall.

-Fin-