Charlotte Pence's Strip Search

"This is bullshit."

After hours of walking around tunnels under DC, Charlotte Pence reached a checkpoint. She thought her troubles were over until they told her what it would take to get through.

"Standard procedure. We need to make sure you're not smuggling any top secret information or carrying any weapons."

"I'm the Vice President's daughter!" she protested. "Why would I have a bomb in my vagina?"

"Stranger things. Now strip."

With a frustrated scoff, she relented. Already having her arms crossed near her waist made it easy to grab the bottom of her shirt and peel it upwards over her head. She had a surprisingly lacy white bra for a conservative. That bra unsnapped easily and slid off to show her angry wet tits to the guards waiting for her to finish the deed. Both her nipples pointed at them accusingly for making her put up with this protocol, a blush of red indignation running across them harder to spot past the makeup on her face. Sweat from her day's travels glistened on her skin from the dim lights above.

"There, happy?" she said.

"We need to check everything."

She figured as much, but hoped entertaining them this far would be enough. Rolling her eyes, she undid her pants, let them drop and stared at the guards while lowering her matching panties. Stepping out of them brought her closer for them to see her wild dark bush where she didn't bother to have it dyed.

"Can I go now?" was soon followed by a resounding "HEY!" as they groped her. One guard got up behind and poked into her armpits. His fingers checked deep into the crevice, eliciting a shiver from the VP's daughter. The other guard approached from the front and quickly squeezed her crotch with the finesse of someone wanting to cop a feel. His fingers intruded a moment later, probing the depths of her cunt far as they could reach and rimming around inside for every nook and cranny.

By this point, Charlotte's feelings became clear with a full body flush. "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Standard protocol. When you're this far down and in, we can't leave anything to chance."

As humiliating as this much was, things were about to get worse. While the guard in front grabbed the back of her neck and **** her to lean forward, the one behind tapped her inner thighs until she splayed her legs out sideways wide and proceeded with their most invasive stage yet. He wasn't gentle, shoving three fingers into her tight anus and prying the tight ring apart to push a metal rod within.

"I'll sue your asses!"

"You can't. Check your laws, we're just following orders."

Huffy but cowed, Charlotte kept her hands on her knees and awaited the conclusion of this degrading chapter in her life. The inches they delved added to her nipples' raging perk while they hung small on her chest. She understood serving the country. She didn't mind sacrificing some dignity for security, especially while a mob tried to launch an insurrection and **** people miles above. But she didn't really have a choice, if she wanted to get away from the freaks eagerly destroying the Capitol.

When they finally finished, removing themselves from her body, Charlotte bent over to grab her pile of clothes when a stern command made her pause.

"No. We have to check the clothes for contraband too."

"You mean I have to walk the rest of the way in the nude?!"

"Yes. We normally have gowns ready at this checkpoint, but everything happened too fast to get all the supplies in place."

She was at her limit, but more importantly, she was tired. Growling and balling her hand into a fist, she stomped past them. She half-expected them to stop her and demand some other ridiculous concession. When they didn't, she supposed letting them see her ass jiggle on her way out must have satisfied them after getting to manhandle her every which way. At least she would be safe in the bunker soon.