You apologize for wiggling
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"No problems whatsoever, officer," you tell him. Reaching back, you pull your ass cheeks apart for him. "Please, check me out thoroughly." | "No problems whatsoever, officer," you tell him. Reaching back, you pull your ass cheeks apart for him. "Please, check me out thoroughly." | ||
| - | He chuckles, and then you feel something large and blunt at your asshole. He slowly slides it in, and you realize that it's a baton. He twists it 'round and pushes it in up to the hilt. | + | He chuckles, and then you feel something large and blunt at your asshole. He slowly slides it in, and you realize that it's a baton. He twists it 'round and pushes it in up to the hilt. Then you see a flash. He's taking pictures! |
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| + | "Please stand up, ma'am," he says. You comply, still incredulous that he's taking pictures. "Walk around the room a bit like that," the short guard says. The other guard motions for you to do it, and they sit and watch you walk around the room, the baton sticking out of your ass. | ||
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| + | "That baton's still all the way up there," the short guard says. "She's a good little thief, given a baggie." | ||
Revision as of 17:53, 16 August 2008
"I'm sorry, sir," you say, doing your best to keep your ass still as he finger fucks you. "I haven't stolen anything else, I promise," you add.
"Well if you haven't stolen anything else, then you've got nothing to hide from us," he says. "So you shouldn't have a problem with us getting real deep to make sure." You can't look back to see him, but the sound of his voice tells you he's smiling.
"No problems whatsoever, officer," you tell him. Reaching back, you pull your ass cheeks apart for him. "Please, check me out thoroughly."
He chuckles, and then you feel something large and blunt at your asshole. He slowly slides it in, and you realize that it's a baton. He twists it 'round and pushes it in up to the hilt. Then you see a flash. He's taking pictures!
"Please stand up, ma'am," he says. You comply, still incredulous that he's taking pictures. "Walk around the room a bit like that," the short guard says. The other guard motions for you to do it, and they sit and watch you walk around the room, the baton sticking out of your ass.
"That baton's still all the way up there," the short guard says. "She's a good little thief, given a baggie."
