Strip and Cavity Search

Flash! Flash! Flash!

Stephanie felt dizzy as the guards took her mug shots and her prints. As Eve had predicted, the process was quick, efficient, and routine.

But there was nothing routine about the procedure in the next room. "Take your clothes off -- all of them -- and place them in the carton in front of you. Watch, jewelry, earrings, undies...everything," the matron barked. "Right down to the skin."

Stephanie looked incredulously at the matron who had just ordered her to strip naked. Didn't she notice the four male officers standing behind her?

"In front of them?" Stephanie squeaked.

"Don't be shy, Goldilocks," the guard cackled. "The boys are going to be watching you strip, shower, and shit for the rest of your sentence. You ain't going to have NO secrets from the boys!"

Stephanie blushed as she felt the grinning men behind her already undressing her with their eyes. Her stylish clothes, trim figure, blonde movie star good looks, and innocent eyes clearly made her the featured dish on tonight's menu.

Stephanie looked to her left. Her nemesis, Luna, was already down to her baggy boxers. Stephanie winced and took off her jacket.

Shoes...blouse...skirt...slip...pantyhose...bra...and finally panties.

The other women were naked long before Stephanie, and the guard shouted out “one demerit for Goldie for resisting orders!” Even the butch female guard was amused at the sight of the terrified beauty slowly stripping out of her lacy unmentionables under the bright fluorescent lights and the watchful eyes of the horny male guards...and Luna. “That means no underwear privilege for a week, Blondie!”

She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked up at the ceiling-mounted cameras. She clenched her teeth as she imagined Eve smugly watching the video of her surrendering her final, wispy garment to the control of the state.

She tried to ignore the laughter and wolf whistles as she stepped out of her lacy underpants and tossed them into the crate in front of her. Eve had been right. Natural blondes were popular in prison.

“Hands and feet on the painted outlines!”

She tried not to think about the prying eye of the camera as she obediently turned, bent over, and put her palms flat on the cement floor where two open hands had been painted in yellow.

She had assumed the matron would conduct the search, but it was the young Hispanic guard who ordered her to spread her legs. She moved them apart until they, too, were on the yellow-painted outlines.

She winced as the guard’s greased and gloved fingers probed first her exposed sex and then her anus. Through her widely spread legs, she could see the man was kneeling to her left, so that the camera recorded every moment of the shameful probing. She ground her teeth as she imagined her gleeful rival giggling in the editing bay as she watched the 19-year-old leisurely examine her like a 100-peso puta. None of Eve’s speedy processing claims were true when it came to Stephanie. The finger seemed to her to plunge in and out of her ass for ten minutes.

The blue dot would be used in the television version, but Stephanie knew that the editing would be less than precise. And the home video version would leave nothing to the imagination.