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Jamie steps forward, another two similarly butch guards stand nearby, simply watching.
"Alright, face forward, legs spread, make your hands like a scarecrow but keep 'em open and facin' the ground" she said promptly, rattling off her spiel.

Jamie proceeded to follow her instructions. Evidently, he wouldn't have been able to hide anything in a closed palm.
Padding him down a little, as if he'd manage to hide anything on his naked bod, she stands in front of him with a sigh.
"Alright, say ah.." she said, flicking on a small flashlight, peering through his mouth.

"Annghhhhhhhh.." Jamie murmured
Satisfied, she flicked off the light.

"Alright, turn around, bend forward at this table, spread your stance a little."
Nervously, Jamie turned around, once again complying.

For a moment, the guard caressed at his plump asscheek, giving it a soft swat, before promptly spreading both cheeks with her hands, squatting down behind him. "Tight, hairless, pink.. good.." she said, inspecting his anus, soon rubbing two fingers up against it.

There's the sound of a lubricant squirted across her fingers, and soon she's swirling her fingers around the boy's pucker.
"Just.. try to relax.." she said, in the most demanding tone possible, soon slipping one finger inside, shortly followed by another, middle and index probing inside his asshole.

She spent the next few minutes starting to work his hole, supposedly searching for smuggled goods, but all the while giving him a good prostate milking.