Brie Larson gets taken down a peg - Part 9

When officer Kowalski enters, she finds Brie standing buck naked in the middle of the room, covering her breasts and vulva with her hands. Without much of an introduction, the agent instructs Brie to place her hands on her head and open her legs.

-We already did that… -Brie tries to explain.

-Miss Larson, the sooner you do as you are told, the sooner we’ll be done with it. Now hands on your head and legs spread, please. Don’t make me repeat it a third time.

Impotent, she obeys. Once again, gloved fingers inspect her hair and mouth, and then violate her vaginal and anal openings. Kowalski spends a bit longer than Martínez in each of Brie’s most hidden corners. She hasn’t been so aroused during a cavity search since the day she gave her first one.

Finally, the ordeal is over and Brie is instructed to get dressed. Sweatpants, a t-shirt and a pair of flip-flops; old clothes that have been worn by who knows how many people… So different from the delightful white dress and stylish shoes that she was wearing just a few hours ago. But Brie is so glad to cover her exposed body once and for all, that she doesn’t even care what she has to wear.

Once she is dressed, Kowalski carries her through a corridor, and into the area where the cells are. Brie sees the cop open a cubicle with two other detainees inside. They are two women that look like street prostitutes. Kowalski instructs Brie to get in the cell and tells her that she will be released as soon as her agent arrives and pays her bail.

-Hey… isn’t this that bitch from the movies? -says one of the hookers, a heavy-set lady.

Brie sits on the bench as far as physically possible from the two prostitutes, and avoids making eye contact. For a minute, she stares at the floor, doing her best not to cry. Then it begins. After the accident at the party hall, her stomach felt upset all night. She was so worried about everything else that she just ignored it, but she still felt a bit sick. Then all the anal fingering, during the double cavity search, was the last straw.

“Oh, no… Not now, please…”