An attempt to turn their scrutiny off of you backfires

You almost get to your feet when you notice everyone's gaze on your dangling breasts. The Warden behind you isn't entirely bereft of the raw sexuality being exuded from the convicts, but his stare into your rear is more about control. The rest of the men, on the other hand, are looking at you like a piece of meat, and it scares you to know they're thinking about you that way.

You drape one arm over your boobs, using the other to try to get to your feet, but the warden kicks a leg out, sending you crashing into the ground again, eliciting chuckles from the other prisoners. "Not quick enough, missy." He yanks on your shorts again, knocking your off balance as you push yourself up again slowly, flecks of dirt on your chest as you feel some liquid there as well from the soppy ground.

A quick effort almost gets you up, but he trips you again, this time sending you backwards, your chest fully exposed to the prisoners as you feel some ground and mud on your back now. Defiantly, you use both arms to push yourself up, knowing you need to draw some of the attention off of yourself.

"One of them has a knife." you say.

Your gambit works, as the warden's eyes quickly steel, glaring at each of the prisoners in turn, most of who meekly bow their heads, except for the tattooed guy (who actually has the knife). "Is this true?" snaps the Warden, as he steps past you, ignoring your naked chest as you finally get up, covering your breasts as you try to wipe the dirt off, although all you end up doing is smearing it on yourself.

The warden quickly pats down each of the guys in turn. You keep one arm over your breasts as you watch him do his work, still so self conscious of your exposure that you don't notice the tattooed guy sneak up behind you. With a start, he covers your mouth, another guy going for your arms.

"You'll pay for that." A brief struggle from you only draws the attention of the rest of the group on your naked breasts. You feel something sliding down your shorts, the guy's firm grip on your mouth scaring you from screaming. As quickly as they'd appeared the men gently step aside, but not before the tattooed one gives your tits a quick squeeze, the other spanking your ass loud enough to draw the Warden's attention your way with a yelp from you.

"I'm getting really tired of you causing a racket." The warden steps towards you angrily, and you quickly pull out whatever the guys put in your shorts, only to see after you have it in front of you that it was the switchblade the guy pulled out earlier, and he quickly snatches it from you.

"YOU'RE the one with the weapon?" He asks skeptically, and you reply dazedly without thinking.

"It was in my shorts...."

He looks you up and down, one arm covering your breasts, and the other loosely at your side, before he pulls your arms to your sides. "Hold her." A mad scramble ensues behind you to restrain you as the entire group closes in, no longer needing to steal looks at your chest as your breasts jut out proudly with the gazes of the convicts on you. The warden examines the blade uneasily, apparently unfamiliar with it. "I have to make sure there's nothing else on you..."

He runs his hands up and down your body, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the humiliation of being groped in front of everyone, your struggling only earning you a tighter grip on your forearms from the man behind you. The warden squeezes your breasts, and when you open your eyes to try to glare at him, you see it's not about the sex with him, but the control, and you feel a few stray hands from the guys as well when the warden's not looking. After he finishes teasing the exposed parts of your body, he grabs and pulls at your tiny shorts, but they refuse to budge much with how tight they are against your body.

"Keep her still." He growls, and with a start, he brazenly reaches inside of your shorts, his hand forcing their way to feel your naked ass....you start gasping as he pushes his hands all over your bum, under your shorts, and you feel the material starting to stretch, the denim not built to handle this much strain as he finishes feeling up your entire body, a stray finger brushing your pussy as you gasp. With a grunt, he pulls his hands out, and the shorts that were once skintight are no longer.

"Nothing else on her." He can barely say that seriously enough, and the other juveniles are having hard time keeping the act up as he turns serious. "Still, I can't do anything unless we know it works...."

"If I may..." Tattoo suggests, half-taking the knife from the warden as he flips it open and closed with a practiced motion. "See? We know it's real."

The warden scratches his beard, his eyes darting around in real concentration. "But what if it's not a real weapon? That could be plastic for all we know."

The question is met with some apprehension, but one of the guys reaches into a garbage bag and tosses something familiar in the air, which is caught by Tattoo. As you make out the object as your bikini top, Tattoo doesn't waste a moment before cutting it in half with a flourish, making several more cuts to reduce you covering to nothing more then flimsy scraps.

"As you can see, the knife is sharp enough."

"Hogwash." snaps the warden. "Anything could cut through that skimpy little thing." Your unfamiliar body burns in shame at his words. "I need to know that thing will get through anything..."

With a start, Tattoo lunges towards you and grips your shorts, the knife coming so close to you that you almost yelp, and still gasp as he cuts your fly button off.

"Come on, that could just be threads. Let's see something really thick." demands the warden unconvincingly.

With determination, Tattoo gets behind you and kneels, yanking your shorts down your legs. Your unrelenting struggling is met by a naked ass spank from the guy behind you, as the warden kicks your legs apart slightly. You look behind to see Tattoo determinedly, yet carefully start cutting at your shorts, turning them ragged as they slowly get ripped apart, being careful not to cut you despite his obvious lust.

"Hey, you've got her panties too...wait a minute..." starts one of the guys, frowning as he looks down.

"...she wasn't wearing any!" You didn't think you could blush anymore then you were already, but the eyes of the males in the area realizing you were parading around them in nothing more then a bikini and hot pants shames you further as the catcalls start, the warden doing nothing to stop them as he keeps his eyes on Tattoo's cutting job.

"Slut! Tease! Whore!"

The surrealness of your last item of clothing being cut off of you seems to have distracted most of them from the fact that you're going to be naked soon, but that item is taken care of in short order as you feel the shorts give way, the now useless pieces of denim floating down your legs. The warden grabs your hair and drags you forward angrily, your feet stepping out of your last bits of clothing, and your eyes watch the shreds of your bikini top and shorts get tossed into a garbage bag, the finality of it all overwhelming you as the warden speaks.

"I've got to report this...a weapon being snuck in to something like this could have serious repercussions" He spins you around, and you see every set of eyes in the area taking in your naked body, nothing hidden in their gazes or manner as to what they want to do with your pussy, ass, or tits. Right now, you're nothing more then an object for them. You hear a jingle behind you, and just as you wonder how things could possibly get any worse, he moves your arms in front of you and a 'clicking' sound fills your ears as you feel the warden step back. "Make sure she doesn't go anywhere, boys. I'll be back in a bit."

The guys start moving towards you before the warden gets a few feet away, and you back up desperately, attempting to pull your arms up to cover yourself. However, it's only then you notice you can't, and realize what the clicking sound was.

Handcuffs. The warden's 'inadvertently' let them strip you naked, destroy and throw away your clothes, and restrain you so you don't get away. As you back up into a tree, with nowhere to go, and the guys all around you, you find yourself only wishing that you could return to your own body right about now, or one of the guys.

Tattoo quickly disperses you of that notion as he grabs and arm and yanks you forward, spinning your body to pin your ass against him, spreading your legs to fully expose you for the guys....