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 Kelly's Trip to Court (FF, forced)
 by Johnny W (address expired)

 ***


     Kelly was so nervous.  She sat in the courtroom wringing her
hands.  It had been her idea to drive to her mother's house, her
husband had suggested flying, actually he had insisted upon it, but
Kelly wanted to drive.  That also gave her the excuse to take an extra
four days away from her husband, two days to her mother's, a week at
her house, and two days back.

     Don't get the wrong impression, Kelly loved her husband, but
they'd been together since high school, through college, and married
for the past twelve years.   Kelly wanted to return to the days of
flowers for no reason and spontaneous love making.  Jim, however, had
changed from the romantic, thoughtful young man courting her into the
thirtysomething, well, boring Jim.  Kelly could predict to the second
what Jim would do, everyday.  Kelly loved Jim with all her heart but
needed a break.  Kelly hoped, wished, and desired, that distance would,
in fact, make the heart grow fonder.  It was hard for Kelly to leave
her children for almost two weeks, but she'd make it up when she got
back.

     Driving through South Carolina she had already left Route 95 and
was heading towards Georgia when Kelly noticed the flashing red lights
approaching her from behind, she pulled over and waited.  Kelly was
impressed by the Sheriff's Deputy who was walking, no, he was
sauntering towards her car.  The strut was somewhat misplaced she
thought, he was walking like a man trying to traverse an aircraft
carrier during a huricane, not some backwoods sheriff looking to ticket
a speeder.  After the usual drill of "license, registration, insurance"
Kelly waited, quite impatiently, for the twenty minutes it took to
verify her credentials through the nationwide computer system.  Finally
she saw the deputy, the tall deputy she reminded herself, open the car
door and swing his large frame out of the car.

     The lanky, yet well built officer approached, but instead of
handing over her papers he touched the brim of his trooper hat and
said,  "Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to step out of the car please."
The young officer looked embarrassed.

     "But why?  What's the problem?"

     "Please ma'am.  I'll need you to step from the vehicle."  The
deputy opened her door and smiled at the attractive woman, the
authoritative tone in stark contrast to the embarrassed grin on his
boyish face.

     "Oh shit," thought Kelly,  "Cops only say vehicle when they're
serious."

     "Ma'am, have you had anything to drink today?"

     "No.  Why?"

     "Ma'am, have you been using any drugs, prescription or otherwise?"

     "No.  Why are you asking?"


     "You were weaving ma'am.  You couldn't keep your car in one lane.
Usually I'll just follow a car out of the county if they can keep it
between the lines, but you were crossing the center line too much.  If
you haven't been drinking or using any type of drugs."

     "Maybe I'm tired.  I could use some sleep."

     "I'm afraid that I have to take you to my headquarters for
sobriety testing ma'am.  If you pass, you can get some rest and be on
your way after a nap.  I'm sorry ma'am, please turn around and place
you hands on the hood."   Kelly turned around and leaned forward,
presenting her cute bottom to the deputy.  He was guiding Kelly's left
hand behind her back and affixing his handcuffs to her wrist, all the
time admiring the woman's backside.  Kelly's black slacks fitted her
womanly body to perfection, most of the local women of that age had
long ago given up on trying to maintain their figures.

     Another patrol car pulled up and the officer was getting out and
approaching Kelly's car, Kelly's eyes popped open when she noticed that
this officer had a dog with him.  Kelly was handcuffed and being led to
the first patrol car as the second officer guided the large dog to the
still open driver's door.  The dog stopped and stood still, his ears
pricking up.  "Good boy," whispered the handler.  The dog whined and
strained as he sniffed around the front seat, poking at both Kelly's
purse and a fast food container on the passenger seat.  The dog handler
held up the two items to the first officer and yelled, "Bingo!  Looks
like we got something here."

     "Well it's that or you forgot to feed Kaiser."  The fist officer
responded, he then turned to Kelly who was already in the back seat of
his patrol car.  "Ma'am, Kaiser is our police work dog who has been
trained for search and rescue as well as detecting narcotics.  He has
indicated that there may be something in your purse.  I'm afraid that
you are now in my custody until a search of your property can be
conducted."

     Kelly was now sitting in the court room, listening to the judge, a
woman not much older than herself, go through the obviously tedious
routine of hearing the locals try to defend their boorish actions and
petty drunken revelry.   Kelly could remember everything that happened
to her that day as if she were watching a video tape.  The young, tall
deputy brought Kelly to the headquarters and after processing the
paperwork, booking is the term preferred by city police, he brought her
to a small room with a door that had a very small window in the door.
There was a small medical style examining table in the center of the
room, a shower area with a three foot tiled wall and no curtain was in
one corner, and a small stainless steel cabinet and counter top was by
the door.  Kelly hopped up onto the waist high table and sat down.  The
deputy chatted with  Kelly, quite pleasantly she thought, until the
second deputy knocked on the door and whispered something that Kelly
couldn't hear and passed a sheet of paper over.

     The first deputy closed the door and  avoided looking Kelly in the
eyes.   "Ma'am, there was some cocaine residue in your purse, not that
much, not even enough to warrant a second look, but there was also some
residue on the hamburger box we found on the front seat.  Ma'am I'm afraid
that's pretty convincing evidence that you were using cocaine while
operating your motor vehicle."  Kelly started to sob, tears flowing
freely down her face.  The young deputy felt uncomfortable alone in the
room with a crying woman.  After a short while, to his relief, there
was a knock on the door and a cute woman in civilian clothes entered
the room.  "Ma'am," the deputy addressed Kelly who was looking at the
cute girl and strangely felt embarrassed about her tears, "this is
Deputy Carson, she's our only female deputy and will finish your
intake.  We had to call her in from home."

     "I'm Deputy Carson, ma'am.  Sorry it took me so long to get here,
they had to call me at my momma's.  You can call me Patricia.  Can I
call you Kelly?"

     "Uh, yes,"  was Kelly's uncertain reply.  Kelly looked at the male
deputy as he was leaving and realized that she had even bothered to
learn his name, and they'd been together for four hours.  He was taking
one more look at her as he slowly closed the door.  The door shut
silently but when it closed Kelly was startled by the loud "CLICK" of
the electric lock.

     "Good.  This is unpleasant enough, I hate to be so formal.  The
reason they had to call me is that every prisoner has to be searched
before being brought to a cell.  Can you please take off you clothes
ma'am."

     Kelly went cold.  Strip?  In front of a stranger?  But she knew
she had no choice.  Kelly slid off her shoes, then she slowly took off
her slacks while Patricia asked her about her children and chatted
about nothing else in particular.  Tears were rolling down Kelly's
cheeks as she unbuttoned her blouse, folding it neatly and placing on
the table, along side her slacks.  Kelly bent over to remove her knee
high stockings, placing her left hand on the table for support.  She
put the stockings on the table and was standing in just her black bra
and panties, Kelly looked at Patricia, searching her face for
compassion, sympathy, or something.

     "I'm sorry Kelly, but those too."

     "I know."  Sobbed Kelly as she reached behind her to unfasten and
remove her bra, allowing her fairly large breasts to drop free.  Kelly
had to look away from Patricia as she slid her panties down, bending
over to pick them up caused her breasts to swing back and forth.

     Patricia noticed that Kelly's skin was covered with goose bumps
and her nipples were erect.  "Here, let me turn the heat up."  Deputy
Carson turned up the thermostat.  "It'll only take a few minutes to
warm up in here."

     "Thanks."  Kelly muttered through her tears of embarrassment.

      "We try to do a non-invasive search here, since you're not fat it
should only take a few minutes."  In response to Kelly's quizzical look
Patricia added,  "When anyone is arrested they have to be searched
entirely, to make sure they have no drugs or other substances.  Also to
make sure they have no weapons or anything else that can injure
themselves or other inmate."  Deputy Carson saw the look of terror come
over Kelly's face.  "We try to do this without penetration.  Fat people
have many rolls that have to be checked, you're in very good shape for
a mother of two so this should only take a few minutes.  I know this is
embarrassing but we have to do it.  Please lift your breasts up by the
nipples, just use your thumb and index fingers and just use your finger
tips."

     Kelly had to look away from the young deputy and she did as
requested.  "A little higher."  Ordered the officer, and Kelly complied
painfully, her large breasts resisted being lifted by just the nipples.
 "Okay, you can let go."  Patricia told Kelly, who let her breasts flop
down.  "Please turn around lie across the exam table and spread your
bottom cheeks, use your finger tips and pull from the center of each
buttock, keep you fingers away from the cleft."  The young girl asked
Kelly to do this personal act as plainly as though she were requesting
a glass of milk with dinner.  Kelly turned her back on the officer and
placed her bare chest on the cold vinyl table top.  Kelly's large
breasts were squashed beneath her as she reached behind to spread her
bottom cheeks as instructed, flashing her anus to the young deputy.

     After ten arduously long seconds Kelly was instructed to let go,
stand up, and turn around.  "Kelly, this is the most embarrassing part.
 I need you to step away from the table and squat down.  I'll need you
to bounce up and down a little while in that position.  Now place your
feet so there is one complete floor tile between them.  Point your feet
outwards and keep your knees as far apart as you can.  Can you squat
down for me now Kelly?"  Kelly squatted down, her feet about 15 inches
apart, her knees spread wide, showing her most intimate part to the
young officer.  Patricia knelt down on one knee, gazing right at
Kelly's well groomed crotch.  "Now bounce up and down, lift your butt
about five or six inches and bounce four times, then hold it up."

     Kelly did as instructed, she was openly weeping at this most
humiliating ordeal.  "Oh Kelly, please don't cry.  I know this isn't
pleasant, but in the old days we had to put on rubber gloves and go
digging, everywhere.  Now cough for me, three times, hard, and then
bounce three times, settling down in a squat."  Kelly did as
instructed.  "OK we're in the home stretch."   Deputy Carson tried to
sound encouraging.  "This is the part you'll hate the most.  Use just
you fingertips, your nails actually, and open your vagina, just use
your index fingers, keep your other fingers balled into a fist.  Kelly
sobbed again, showing the bright pink inside of her vagina to the girl.
 "Good Kelly, you're doing good.  It's going to be hard while you're
crying but I need you to cough.  Just keep coughing hard until I tell
you to stop."

     Kelly was appalled, but did as instructed, not since her last
child was born had anyone other than her husband look at her displayed
so intimately.  Her vaginal muscles contracted with each forced cough.
This gave the officer a view into Kelly's vagina while the contractions
would force out anything that may have been hidden in the vagina or
anus.  "See, I told you it was almost over, you can stop.  Now please
put your clothes on the stool  and lie face down on the table."  Kelly
was still sobbing, she felt momentary relief when Patricia mentioned
her clothing, but her hopes that this was over were dashed in the same
sentence.

     Kelly put her chin inside the split pillow at the head of the
table.  Deputy Carson told her, almost cheerfully, "Kelly this is when
you can relax.  You just have to lie there.  I'm just going to check
your head, hair and behind your ears.  Then I am going to check between
your toes.  Then, that's it, we'll be done."  Patricia ran her hands
through Kelly's hair, brushing her index fingers behind and around each
ear.  Patricia gave Kelly's feet a quick go over, spreading each toe
and looking in between them.  Deputy Carson stood up straight and
inhaled through her nose.  Done, and in only ten minutes.

     Deputy Carson looked at the woman lying on the examination table,
her skin was fair, her hair auburn, her body was in great shape for
someone with two kids.  Kelly's bottom and thighs were nice and firm,
but still had a mature, womanly shape, with no cellulite.  Patricia was
fascinated at the sight of the woman lying naked in front of her,
hoping that she'd have a body that nice when she was that age.  Kelly's
shoulders were heaving slowly, in time with her sobs.   Patricia placed
her hand on Kelly's shoulder and said, "Kelly, you can get off the
table.  If you'd like you can take a shower before getting dressed.
Usually the guys make men shower before the search, but I know that
women feel better if they shower after this ordeal.  Come on now ma'am.
 Hop down and into the shower.  I'm telling you, you'll feel better.
I'll call Deputy Watkins and have him bring my hair dryer from my
locker."

     "Thanks Deputy, uh, Patricia.  I think I will."

     "Good, Judge Samms will probably hear your case in the afternoon,
but if you take a shower tomorrow there is no way that you'll have any
privacy in the jail."

     Kelly went to the shower area and turned on  the water.  Deputy
Carson  busied herself by searching through Kelly's clothing but was
really observing Kelly.  Kelly knew this and felt very self-conscious
showering in front of another woman.  Kelly was accustomed to taking
long, hot, relaxing showers, but this time she couldn't enjoy herself.
She tried to soap up quickly and get out, tears were still steaming
down her cheeks.  After just a few short minutes Kelly turned off the
water and looked around for a towel.  "Uh, Patricia?  Do you have a
towel?  I can't see one over here."

     "Yes, I have one, but let me explain something to you.  I don't
want to upset you any more but the fact is, you've been arrested.
You'll be spending the night in jail, Judge Samms will be hearing your
case tomorrow.  I can understand that you don't feel like showering
right now with me in the room, but it'll be worse in the morning.
There are three other women in the jail and you all have to shower
together, there are no curtains and the shower is supervised by a male
deputy.  He stands in the door way facing out, but he's still there to
make sure there are no fights and to keep the men out.  There is a
toilet in each cell, we've installed little privacy barriers but don't
fool yourself, everyone passing by the cell can see you.  If you want
to, take another shower, and take your time, this is the last time
you'll take a shower in front of only one other person for your stay
here.  Fact is, this is the closest thing to privacy that you'll get in
jail.  When you're done I can take you to a telephone, you can call
your husband and tell him what happened."

     Kelly followed the deputy's advice and showered again.   The young
deputy watched at the older, but still very attractive woman soap up
her body and allow the water to cascade over her smooth body.  The
water was pouring like little waterfalls off each of the woman's large
breasts.  Kelly washed her long auburn hair last, allowing the warm
water to rinse away the suds and envelop her body.  When she was
finally done Kelly toweled herself off under the watchful gaze of
Deputy Carson, and put her clothes on.  Kelly chose, however, to call
her mother rather than her husband.  She told her mother that she was
spending the night in South Carolina and would finish the trip
tomorrow.  Kelly broke down crying as she hung up the telephone.
Deputy Carson allowed her to cry for a few minutes, but she finally had
to put Kelly in her cell.  She led Kelly to a closet, took out a
n orange prisoner's smock and handed it to Kelly.  Deputy Carson led
Kelly to the first cell in the cell block and opened the door.

     Kelly's cell mate was sitting on the toilet when they arrived.
The inappropriately named privacy wall came out from the wall about two
feet and was mounted so the bottom of it was mounted almost two inches
higher than the seat and stopped approximately at armpit height.  Kelly
couldn't help but stare at the woman sitting on the toilet, her hips
and thighs, flattened against the seat, were clearly visible below the
privacy wall.  Deputy Carson closed the cell door and explained to
Kelly that the cell was closest to the main door, so they'd get little
privacy from outsiders during the day, but the prisoners all used the
back door for court and activities so they would be safe from the
prying eyes of the male prisoners.  Kelly changed out of her clothes
again, putting on the prison smock and climbed up into the top bunk.
Kelly listened to the other woman drone on about why she was there, but
Kelly could only think about her husband and children as she softly
wept.  Kelly hadn't cried herself to sleep since her father caught her
with cigarettes when she was in high school.