Bella Goes Downtown

Waking up in the cruiser, Bella could almost believe it had all been just a dream, except she was quite clearly outside the police station, not in her nice, warm bed.

The officers made sure to wave to everyone as they slowly walked Bella in, reminded her they hoped she hadn’t lost her manners with her clothes, still, things were progressing rather quickly. Perhaps because at this hour, this section of Serendipitous Falls didn’t have many offenders. She was sat down in a waiting room briefly, next to a couple of other low level offenders, but before she could even properly cross her legs she was being pulled up and marched off yet again. Normally the whole operation would have taken several hours, but as this was all at the behest of the mayor’s wife, who was now eating popcorn on the other side of the one way mirror that separated the viewing room from where Bella was immediately taken into, the exam room, it would play out with the timing of a made for TV movie.

Bella, though a rookie, had been with the department long enough to have conducted several hundred strip searches herself. It was a particularly enjoyable part of her job, even though her bosses had to stifle and file numerous complaints. Bella had never been rich. Her parents had made several hundred thousand dollars a year combined, but they had been very frugal, and still, even their considerable income couldn’t have purchased half of Bella’s long wish list. Perhaps that was why Bella took a special joy in humiliating stripping the numerous rich, successful, beautiful women, especially hotshots and supposed bigwigs. It let her get even with all those women who had more of everything than she did. Of course this attitude was bound to backfire, and sure enough, before her first year was out, it had more than she could have possibly imagined. Bella had pressed her luck just a little too far that day, and she had lost heavily.

The first step had already been already completed by Bella herself, she was stripped completely naked.

The next step, Bella knew, was to be put into the stirrups of the exam table, forcing her to do the splits directly at the mirror she knew at least one person was behind. She shuddered; of course it was most likely the room was stuffed to the gills with every unnecessary officer in the district. That every person she had teased with her womanly mystique was seeing just how much she had lied. Wanting some kind of control, even over her own exposure, Bella scooted up on the table, wiggling her big feet into the stirrups by herself.

The youngest officer on the ****, the only one with less experience and more screw ups, Tabitha “Doofy” Dufeneaux. A short girl with small breasts, though still much taller and bigger than Bella without her uniform, she had been consistently hazed and intimidated by Bella since arriving at the station just a few weeks ago. Only Tabitha’s own stupidity and errors had inclined the others not to remonstrate Bella, they were sure she often deserved it. Little did they know Tabitha had been **** to do all of Bella’s paperwork, along with her own, the amount of screw ups necessitating such a long time she got little sleep. This combined with the torment she had been receiving from Bella was more than enough to diminish her performance, which only created a feedback loop. With Bella gone for the past few hours she had been trying to finish some reports when she fell asleep. After being awoken by her sergeant yelling. She was still dumber than Bella, but she was finally cogent enough to explain what had been happening over her last few months. Appalled, the sergeant, then chief eagerly acquiesced to her request to exam Bella. Now she was ready for her ****, and walked, quite coolly, and confidently into the room.

It was simply astonishing what a few winks could do for a gal, or the sight of her tormentor spread equal with her hands still cuffed. She gracefully kicked the blocks from under the tables wheels and pushed it nearer to the mirror, slowly.

Tabitha stopped when Bella was so close to the glass that her toes nearly touched it, and she was so far spread her pussy was practically parallel to her feet, allowing a humiliating mark of condensation to fog up the cold glass in front of her still moist and burning loins.

Tabitha placed a tape recorder between Bella’s thighs, switch it on, and began as though reading, poorly, from a report:

“Suspect was arrested for indecent exposure, public urination, lewd and lascivious behavior, sex with animals. Suspected was apprehended without any clothes, having been stupid enough to lose it all in public. Suspect was concealing contraband in her vagina, narcotics confiscated by officer Riviera, and an illegal vibrator, parts of which were recovered at the scene, suspect having destroyed said dildo by such vigorously slutty behavior. Will now conduct test of all orifices.”

Tabitha giggled.

“Wow Bella, you really fucked up. Uh, can you tell me how you test an orifice? And what exactly is an orifice?”

Bella blushed, she couldn’t believe she would have to walk the trainee through her own examination, “But, the sooner I got it over with…”, she lied to herself.

“Ummm, grab some rubber gloves first. You’re…going to want to snap it near my ear…let me hear, you know, get me juiced, err-to let the suspect know what’s coming.”

“Ooo, good idea!”

“Now you’re going to want to do a cursory exam of my pubic mound. If I was really hairy you might need to shave me, but since I-“

Tabitha pulled out a razor and a can of shaving cream.

“Hey, what are you doing? I’m not hairy.”

“Sure you are, Tabitha giggled again, you’re hairy here; she poked her armpits; and here, tickling her tummy; and here; she tugged on Bella’s pubic hair; it’s real long”.

The touching made Bella grin and blush, “Yes, well, it isn’t very dense. I’m unshaved, okay, but their still isn’t much hair, my bush isn’t very dense.” “Or at least not as dense as you!”, Bella thought.

“I don’t know, I still can’t see behind the hairs!”

“There’s nothing to see! Nothing could hide behind my hairs!”

Against her logic, Tabitha squirted out a heap of shaving cream.

“Tabitha, stop, please, not my hair down there!”

Too late. A few quick swipes rent her bald as an egg.

“Could you at least shave my belly and armpits, please?”

“Sorry, Bella, moving on,”.

Tabitha wiped at Bella’s pussy with a warm damp cloth, getting all the stray hair and cream. She dabbed at her with a paper towel, trying to dry her before leaning in, to the recorded as she continued to rub:

“Attempting to dry suspect, but no matter how much I rub area only gets wetter.”

“Gee, Bella, what do you think I should do?”

“Oh, just leave it alone, it’s not water!”

“What is it?”

“It’s…it’s my-“

Tabitha rubbed her gloved fingertips together.

“It’s all slimy; she sniffed her fingers; and stinks!”

“It’s my vaginal juice, alright Tabitha? I can’t help it, I’m so aroused, and I can’t stop dripping…”, Bella quietly admitted.

“Don’t worry, Tabitha reassured her, it will make the search much easier.”

Tabitha took a flash light and began to look up into Bella’s pussy, giving the room more of a view than anyone ever had, Bella included. Tabitha leaned in and shouted, “Hello!”, providing her own echo. Bella blushed at the stupid joke, and even more at the laughter that shook and even penetrated the supposedly sound proof glass.

“Okay, just one more thing, I know, but I forget, don’t tell me.”

Bella felt like she was a kid getting about to get a shot.

She finally reminded Tabitha, “Anal search, you have to lube up your finger and slowly-“ Bella was cut off by Tabitha’s two fingers plunging into her taut asshole.

After applying the same motions one would to find the remote in the couch cushions, Tabitha removed her fingers with a loud POP.

“Nope, nothing here, except; Tabitha put her soiled finger between the glass and Bella’s eyes; someone really is a dirty, smelly girl. Thanks for teaching me how to exam someone Bella, maybe I can teach you how to wash. Really, this whole room smells like a fish market.”

Bella blushed, she knew Tabitha was right, how could she not?

“Please, Tabitha, I want to go home.”

Tabitha may not have been as smart as Bella, but she was much ****. She had had her fill of ****, “Okay, Bella, and don’t worry, I’m sure you’re bounce back.”

As Bella’s big feet were unstrapped and she was taken down, one huge sole accidently slapped Tabitha in the face. She didn’t yell, or even comment about their size. All she did was girlishly gush, “You have to tell me who does your pedi!” Tabitha even did her the courtesy of uncuffing her. Bella briefly rubbed her wrists before resting her arms over her chest and vagina.

“Uh, thanks, Tabitha.”

Somehow, the reassurances and kindnesses of her formerly picked-on protégé only humiliated Bella further.

“Whelp, Tabitha told her, time to talk to the big boss.”

“Yeah.”, Bella agreed as she was led away to another room.

At a table were her boss, the Chief, another officer, and Tasmin.

“Wonderful display darling, the whole way through.” Tasmin laughed. “Really, as sumptuous spread, wouldn’t you agree, Chief?”

“Oh, yes, certainly ma’am.” He nodded her bulldog head.

“Now, Bella, Tasmin continued, I have a very special, one time only offer for you. You can either be driven by Officer I forget as you are, or you can come home with me. If you take the second option you can expect me to talk to the DA. If you don’t well, you’re on your own, and I suspect it will present you many complications.”