Processing For Probation

You mind numb you go through the motions as you are taken away by the bailiff .

They take you to processing where of you get uncuffed and stripped naked by two very angry looking female guards.

They lock your hands to the wall in front of you, an wash you with the hose, before giving you an enema ... two times.

"Check for contraband" you hear and close your eyes knowing what it means.

You scream at loud as latex clad fingers enter your pussy before more and more follows, howling as the whole fist finds it's way inside. Pain of being stretched like that burning your abdomen. Tears start flowing down your face.

But that's not all, you feel cold liquid being smeared around your ass and first a finger enters your ass, despite your clenching as hard as you can to prevent it.

"Loosen up your ass cunt or I'll use inflating plug and pump it until it rips!" barks one of the guards and you do your best believing the threat is real. Second finger then third you wince and white as your backhole gets stretched out. You feel it burn, you feel the sphincter protesting the expansion. The pain gets to much and your legs give in but it only helps to impale you on the butch guard's hand, that finally rips your ass apart and slides in.

She keeps her hand inside for a moment before yanking it out. Prompting another howl from you. Your legs completely give out, and you are now hanging by your hands. Uselessly struggling to somehow stop the pain in your ass and vagina.

"Nothing" reports the guard. "Good. Prepare the tracker!" the other responds.

You wonder what do they mean before a cold metallic object starts pressing against your ass, then as it unrelentingly goes in despite your protests spreading your ass painfully again. But at this point you're just sobbing mess and don't protest at all any more, just weep.

Although burning pain does not yet go away even as your asshole is allowed to contract around the necking of the object in your ass.

"What - What are you doing?" you finally ask through the tears, which are mixing with the water running from your hair down your face.

"Inserting the tracker of course!" chuckles one of them "You have to keep it in at all times remember!"

You pant, trying to move my hips, anything, to try and get the stinging pain of abused and overtly spread anus to subside.

"But. This is massive..." Your voice was pained and weak, almost pleading.

"Miniaturization was not the highest priority!" she laughs back as she slaps your ass. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it" she adds.

They finish bathing you, and unlock you from the wall, before leading you to the waiting room.

"Sit here until they call you in" they say before leaving you in a waiting room with no-one watching you.

The court seems to be a busy place and there are people constantly walking in an out, few man and women get processed in the meantime. Some new ones arrive. People keep walking in and out but no one calls you.

It feels like few hours pass ... still waiting patiently?